#we are sharing a heating pad

[megmoon1111]

my cat and I were breathing in sync for a moment and it felt quite magical

[marmsart]

warm lizard is a happy lizard

[letsriddlemethislucifer]

[[ --- woke up super late due to anemia from shark week but--aerith's theme was being played on the radio and I feel happy]]

[gojoest]

curiosity — gojo satoru

MDNI, f! reader, childhood friends to lovers, satoru is painfully aware of his own feelings while reader is not, mention of past girlfriends (and how they all looked like you), handjob (m! receiving), cumming in pants (and in your hand), not proofread, wc: 2k, dividers by @/cafekitsune

synopsis: gojo satoru is your childhood best friend. you’ve been inseparable ever since you were little. spending day and night together, you’d often have sleepovers together — a tradition you both carried on throughout your college years. at least once a week you’d drop by his dorm room and stay the night, or vice versa. but compared to your childhood days, you no longer share one bed. that is, until . . .

part 2

a/n: this is a further (and very lousy) elaboration on this post of mine but hey, HAPPY BDAY TO MY ONE AND ONLY

“i think we should try sleeping together”, you suggest one night.

“wah—“, satoru gasps, a teasing glint in his eyes. “didn’t know you felt that way about me”, he smirks.

“just sleeping”, you quickly clarify. “whatever obscene thing you just thought of — it’s not that”, you add, giving him a roll of your eyes.

“you should pick your words more wisely”, he scoffs. “if you go around telling people you want to sleep with them, they will misunderstand”

“ugh”, you huff, “i obviously didn’t mean it like that, and you know it”

“yeah, i do”, he lets out a soft chuckle. he knew exactly what you meant, but still he disguised his wishful thinking behind a teasing remark. “why though? all of a sudden?”

“dunno”, you shrug. “just feeling bad that you always take the floor”

“if that’s the case we can just swap”

“no — i cherish my comfort. come on, we used to do this all the time”, you pout.

indeed you did. but you were kids back then, things were different.

his heartbeat would race and his face would get all hot and red, the heat would fester through his entire body. but when the lights were off it was easy to hide it, the signs that he liked you. after making sure you were fast asleep, he would hold your hand and childishly smile to himself, he would peck it softly, secretly. one time you woke up in the middle of the night and almost caught him but he, startled, kicked you off the bed. yelling at you, lying, how you pushed your finger in his nostril in your sleep… he was so embarrassed, but also relieved you believed what he said was true. his secret was safe.

but now?

when you stand too close to him his body starts acting up in more mature ways. while he is better at controlling his facial expressions now and hiding his nervous heartbeat behind a nonchalant attitude, he struggles with keeping his urges at bay. he’s no longer the boy that blushes while secretly holding your hand; he is a man who craves you.

even when he’s laid on the futon beside the bed you occupy, the sound of your breathing alone gets him hard. you lie there, sleeping innocently, unaware of how much of a pain in the crotch you are being to him. when you leave in the mornings, he climbs onto the bed that is soaked with your scent and shamelessly jerks off. he stands on his knees and sprays his load on the bedsheets. eyes shut close, he pictures you beneath him.

he sighs in defeat. “fine”

“the right side is mine — it’s only natural, because i am always right”, you snicker and quickly pad over to the bed, plopping your body down on the mattress. “sure”, he chuckles and follows after you, sinking himself right next to you.

it is a bit awkward, you must admit. you are laid on your sides facing each other, in silence.

it’s cramped indeed, your knees are brushing against his and the space in the middle separating your bodies from one another is very scarce. but that was to be expected, the beds in the dorm rooms were designed for one person after all.

“so”, you break the silence. “how’s your girlfriend doing?”

“she’s not my girlfriend, anymore”, he states dryly.

“but it’s been barely two weeks since you started dating”

“well, things didn’t work out i guess”

the girls he dated, all of them looked a bit like you. same height, same hair color and length. similar facial features… he never lasted long with any of them though. all of them, visibly bothered by your presence in his life, would too soon ask him to make a choice — either them or you. neither of them aware that he chose to be with them in the first place only because they reminded him of you, and that it was never the question itself that drove him away from them. it was bound to happen, sooner or later. they could never be you.

you hum. “i see”

as you shift to make yourself more comfortable, you feel the shirt he gave you to wear to bed roll up ever so slightly, revealing the bare of your belly. a bit self-conscious now that he’s next to you, you are immediately urged to cover yourself. you slide a hand under the blanket, rummaging around to get a hold of the hem, but oh...

…the back of your hand brushes against something stiff. the friction incurring a low pant from the man, your best friend, next to you.

“fuck”, satoru hisses. his hand clasps around your wrist, pushing it away, but along with the movement his knuckles graze the flesh of your stomach. “fuck”, he curses again.

“satoru”, you say his name, voice hushed and timid but there is a note of underlying curiosity he is way too familiar with.

this is exactly why he was avoiding the one bed scenario — his boners were too hard to hide at this age and this size of him.

“satoru”, you repeat. “are you hard?”

“i wish you didn’t ask the obvious”, he mumbles, embarrassed. warmth washing over his face uncontrollably, just like in the past. but there was a bigger problem now — down in his pants, and the fact he got caught.

“is it because of me?”

“no”, he clicks his tongue, his grip still tight around your wrist, keeping your hand at bay. “it’s because i didn’t jerk off tonight, you know — it’s a natural thing for us men to randomly pop a boner throughout the day”

…which was true. but it was not the case right now.

“can i play with it a little?”, you ask, sneakily twisting your wrist in an attempt to free your hand.

“oi!”, he yelps. “did you hit you head or what?”

“i am curious”, you blurt out. “just a little?”

“stop”, he warns. “it’s weird”

his resolve is hanging by a thread right now, you’re too cunning to tempt him like this. he knows things will get awfully messy between you if he lets you cross this line. but still, he can’t flat out deny you. deep down he wants you to persist, a little bit more… if you ask him one more time, maybe he’ll crumble. surely, he will.

“it’s not”, you reassure. “i won’t jerk you off, i’ll just touch it”, you explain. “please? just a little?”

well. fuck it.

“this is a bad idea”, he says, but loosens his grip around your wrist. “fine”, he mumbles. “but just a little”

you nod, pulling your hand away only to slide it down his body.

you’re not really sure why you were so happy to hear the news about his break-up, but you always felt more at ease when he belonged just to you. your best friend, and not someone else’s boyfriend. you don’t know why you were doing this right now, or why your heart was racing. maybe because it really was weird? or maybe you were just horny?

finding his cock wasn’t difficult, it sure stood out from the rest of his body.

“you really are hard”, you gasp, running your fingers across the bulge in his shorts, dragging out a throaty groan out of him.

“yeah”, he mumbles. “like i said, stop stating the obvious”

“it’s a bit wet here”, ignoring his words, you thumb the spot where his tip is, making him squirm. his body slightly jerks as you press your palm against it. cupping it inside your hand you squeezing it gently. “it’s warm too”, you keep exploring further. “it has a pulse”

satoru lets out a helpless whine. “you sound so dirty right now, it’s weird”

he’s longed for this type of intimacy with you for years. but in his head, he pictured it differently. it was him who was supposed to do things to you, not the other way around. he was supposed to be the confident one, delving into your layers, making you squirm and fall apart under his touch. not the other way around… but this was good too. too good for him to oppose it. you were his weakness, after all. you always have been. no matter how much he teased and picked on you, in the end he always let you do as you pleased. this was not an exception.

you giggle to yourself. “yeah? you like that new side of me, don’t you?”

“…maybe”

sneaking your hand through the front of his shorts and boxers, you feel the flesh of his cock directly. it was twitching, his tip slick with precum. you put the tip of your index finger on his slit and rub circles around it to smear the pre oozing out of it, getting another soft whimper out of him. the head of his cock all slippery now, urging you to rub it all over the rest of his length.

your fingers wrap around his cock as you start to move your hand up and down, slowly, smearing his own slick onto his own flesh.

he tries to swallow the moan stuck in his throat. “you said you were not going to jerk me off, but what now? you’re playing a bit too much, don’t you think?”

satoru can last long. under normal circumstances, that is. but having you — not just his hand, but you, his first ever love, his only love — touch him like that, he could barely hold back. the urge to bust has been there since the moment you put your hand on his cock.

“why? you gonna cum?”, you slip your hand lower, down to the base of his shaft — where his balls are. you caress them tenderly, incurring yet another soft groan from him, before you go back to stroking him again. with each drag you pick up the pace. the room is filled with the squelching sounds caused by your hand, at this point, confidently fisting his slick covered cock, and his heavy breathing. 

“hey”, he puts his hand on your cheek, softly pinching on it with his fingertips. an attempt to make you snap out of it, but alas — you don’t back away. “don’t regret this”, he whispers, almost beggingly. but his voice comes out too shallow for your ears to pick up on.

“are you close?”, you peek at him, watching his face with rapt fascination, grateful that you left the night lamp on.

never have you ever seen him like this. his cheeks so hot and flushed that his pale skin was lit completely red, up to his ears and his neck. beads of sweat across his forehead with strands of his hair stuck on it. mouth agape — huffing and puffing. his brows knitted, desperately. pleadingly. his mouth telling you to stop, yet his face told a different story. so did the part of him inside your palm. it made you throb, down there, and squeeze your thighs together. your own wetness spurting out from your slit, drenching the inside of your underwear”

“fuck—", he growls. “i am— c-close”, he stutters, struggling to control his breathing and the moans that roll out of his mouth.

you feel his cock twitch in your hand, differently. the pulse on it beating faster and more brashly, like it almost made his skin stretch and push against the flesh of your palm. and then, there was a delay. a few, very short seconds in which his cock stood still before violently exploding, pumping out a thick shot of cum. then some more, and more, and more — until the pouring turned into a light dribble toward the end.

“ugh”, he throatily groans, his body relaxing after oozing all the tension out. although slower now, you keep stroking him, running your fingers across his softening cock.

“oh wow”, you gasp, his cum sticky on your skin, drenching the space between your fingers. “what a mess”, you giggle.

“you’re trouble”, he sighs. “is your curiosity satisfied now?”

you nod.

“if you get curious about other things”, he pauses, scratching the back of his head, “come to me. don’t go to other men”

“i’ll think about it”, you smirk.

after that night, you stayed over for an entire week.

this little play time turned into routine, and you were no longer the only one playing.

[many-gay-magpies]

i want to exist in the teen wolf universe, not just for the possibility of being a badass werewolf (although that is definitely part of it) but also for the potential of having a werewolf friend/partner/whatever that could potentially ease the agony of my period cramps every month

[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #1 ; cockwarming w toji fushiguro .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

a couple days ago, mister toji taught me how to 'cockwarm.' it's where i simply sit on his . . . cock, and warm him up -- he says. i was so nervous ! he is so big , and i thought it was going to hurt tons ! it burned a little , but felt so much better after settling a little. mister toji was touching me so softly all over, calling me sweet things, and even played with my tail! i'm so embarrassed -- i must've been blushing so much! i think i may ask him to do it again today , i hope he doesn't get angry . . . i love mister toji so so sooooooo much ! ♡

“c—can we do it when you’re done?”

“what?”

he can tell by the way you’re fidgeting and your ears are twitching— you need something. you pinch at the skin of your thigh, nervous with little courage as you ask.

“the— the thing you taught me. last week. the warming one?” you quip, tugging on toji’s shirt as he finishes up cleaning the dishes in the sink.

“oh.. y’want my fat dick in y’r lil bunny pussy is what ‘m hearing, is that right ?” he emphasizes on dick. he’s so blunt, and it makes you want to crawl and hide. he turns to you with a checkered apron hanging onto his neck, hand leaning against the sink. his smug smile spreads across his face, seeming to enjoy the way you grow flustered.

you whine at his choice of words, thighs rubbing against eachother with need. he acts as if he doesn’t see you writhing besides him, your arm purposefully pressed against your chest to suppress your sore tits.

he can practically smell the sweet slick spilling from your pussy bunny, smearing over the crotch of your panties.

toji briefly tugs at the string that holds the back of his apron together, swiftly pulling it over his head before tossing the piece of fabric onto the dining table. he steps forward, figure pressed against yours and you unconsciously stumble back. he makes you so weak.

“uh huh—“ you’re about to beg again, but he’s quick to scoop you up by your legs, hoisting you up into his arms. you yelp, but make no effort to get away — instead, nuzzling your face closer into the crevice his neck, dizzy at the detected mixed scent of his woody colonge and tart sweat.

he chuckles when you huff at the intial drop of your body onto the matress of your shared room, your plush body sinking into the pillowy sheets. your legs part naturally, taking up your invitation and having him slot himself right where you need him most. his broad shoulders press up against your plush thighs, spreading them further than before.

“bad bunny. y’know you can’t just have cock in ya twenty-four seven, right?” his left pointer finger tugs your flimsy shorts aside, and right thumb presses against the soaked patch of your cunt. you mewl under his touch, soft pads of your feet coming up to press him away. you gently shove at his bicep, but he barely moves. he knows you don’t want him to move anyway. “‘m n—not a bad bunny!”

“you are.”

“n—not, ‘m not mister!”

“hmm, i dunno about that.” he hums, pressing against your clothed clit. “are ya ever not in heat?"

"sir, please, n’more questions!" you whine in fustration, yelping when his pointer and thumb meanly pinches at your swollen bud. your eyes bulb with tears, meeting his that suddenly glare so meanly in comparison to his often soft, emerald ones.

"do you know who you're talking to?" toji growls, squishing the chub of your folds together, the slight simulation to your clit making you flinch.

"y—yes, sir. but please . . . mister, need you here, need your cock here!" you whine, ears sullied and pointed low. your hand moves his to take ahold of his finger, pressing it against your aching slit.

"there there . . ." he coos, thumb sliding over your clothed slit but paying it no attention. he presses a warm kiss on the soddened fabric, low lidded eyes and a smug grin that meet yours when he does. you're adorable like this — absolutely worked up and so terribly desperate; it's his favorite version of you.

"m—mister," you stammer,

"c'mere doll." he sits up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you yelp when you feel the chub of his cock pressing against your folds, grinding down senselessly. toji laughs, getting a hold of your bicep to halt your hips movements. "don't be so greedy, bun."

"hnn—" you whine, tail thumping against his thigh. you slowly tug down his sweats, ears perking up when you realize the missing piece of fabric below — he's not wearing boxers!

he notices the way your eyes light up, cheeks begin to flush, and your expression grows brighter than before — you're one step closer to where you need to be. he almost hates the adorable expression sprawled across your face, chuckling when you look up to him with big-doed eyes searching for a green light.

you salivate when you tug the sweats just low enough, his cock slaps against his stomach. he scoffs, watching his cock leak against his soft skin. he’s getting old.

“inside now— mister—“ you pant, drool spilling at the corners of your mouth. you whine again, hands weakly tugging aside your shorts along with your panties, and aligning his cock head with your fat slit. “mister . . .” you whine, hinting for help.

“y’can do it.” toji grunts, placing a hand onto your plush hip. “ mmh, you got it.”

maybe you don’t ‘got it,’ because it burns so terribly when your folds swallow his cock!

“m—mister, mister !” you whine, quickly pulling yourself off his bulbous tip at the initial burn. he watches your slick stretch from your wet slit to his cock head, making him groan.

“calm down . . y’r rushin,’” he readjusts you, pulling your quivering hips close before you’re hovering over his cock again with small tears. “my bunny can’t do it herself, can’t she? whatta dumb lil’ thing.” toji chuckles, “there there.” he whispers with a sultry voice, making your cunt quiver around nothing.

you whine when you feel him tug down at your hips, whining when his hot tip presses against your slit once again — your slits kissing.

“big sir, s—so big,” you whine, a stutter in your voice from the stretch down low.

“slow down, hurts ‘cause you’re rushin.’ see?” he coos, lifting and lowering your hips over and over, fucking you on his tip. no — you don’t see because you’re awfully lightheaded, hands weakly stabilizing yourself above him but little do you know it’s solely his support keeping you up.

your cunt squelches with each and every single movement, a low ‘pop’ that elicits from your pussy whenever he moves you. “good girl. you can take it, am i ever wrong?”

“i—i can, can take it . . .” you slur, head fluffy and hands weak against his pelvis. “good girl. now sit.”

he grunts, pulling your hips down suddenly all the way, your cunt kissing on his dewy balls. “fuck, damn it.” toji groans — you cry at the stretch, cunt sore and raw when he grinds you down further than possible. “m—mister !”

he chuckles again, breath labored as he pushes the loose strands of his hair back. “worst part’s over, doll.” toji presses down at your arch to lay you against him. he can still feel your body twitching from hiccups of your previous fit — poor bunny. “i—it is . . “ you hiccup. he pets at your soft ear that trails down to your waist, giving your plush skin a soft pinch with a hum. “mister . . feels good . .” you purr, tail twitching incessantly again.

“course it does.”

[orchidsarchives]

Jason couldn’t help but smile when you entered the shared bathroom. The atmosphere was tense as you angrily ran your hands through your hair and frantically paced around the small, compact room. Curses and insults left your mouth, and he stared at you in awe.

It wasn’t often that you had an attitude, Jason never realized how attractive it was before.

He was sitting on the counter near the sink, shirtless, in an almost relaxed manner. The scars on his skin were highlighted under the pale yellow light of the bathroom and you could tell he was trying to hide a smirk. The sheer audacity made you livid. This was the second time this week that he came home bloodied and bruised. Only God knew how many times this exact situation had occurred this month.

You weren’t sure what it was that he was doing or what sort of trouble he had gotten himself into, you were just glad he made it home to you every night. The thought of losing Jason kept you awake in the late hours of the evening, his scars often haunted your dreams, but the fear, however, didn’t stop you from getting angry.

Most days, you wanted to leave him in the bathroom, make him clean the bloodied mess himself, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t just leave him alone, you had to be there for him. Your mind and body didn’t always agree when Jason was involved, your body regularly acted on its own accord.

And like every other day, you found yourself grabbing the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet, preparing to cleanse his wounds. You eyed his naked chest before silently reaching over to dampen a cotton pad with alcohol. Your frustration still lingered, Jason could feel the heat radiating off of your body. He stared at you intently, his eyes raked up and down your annoyed figure. He cupped your free hand and gave it a quick squeeze before letting you get back to work.

When the cool liquid touched his torn lip, he let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. He clutched your hand tighter and pretended to flinch when you went back for a second time. He was being dramatic. He wanted the sympathy and craved the attention, and noticing the lack of reaction made him a little upset.

His hands reached down to your waist, he pulled you in between his legs and gave your skin a soft squeeze. “I’m sorry sweetheart,” he said gently. “I didn’t mean to stress you out.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to clean his mouth. “You’re an idiot, Jay, what are we gonna do about that tooth now,” he grinned in response, showing off the broken tooth. The sight made you want to giggle. He looked stupid, but adorable.

Your body, once again, reacted without thinking and your hands moved to caress his bruised jaw. He needed to shave, his stubble scratched and tickled your skin. His larger hand cupped your own and he placed a quick kiss on the inside of your palm, genuinely flinching this time. It pulled at your heartstrings.

“I’m so sorry,” he said once more, sincerely. You stared into his tired eyes and smiled, silently praying that this was the last time you ever had to clean his wounded skin.

“I forgive you, Jay.”

[imawreck]

Darkness

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: You're left with flushed cheeks and a shared secret with the darkest part of Bucky Barnes... and you want more.

Author's Note: You guys fucking DEVOURED the last one so this is the sequel to the previous part, His. It makes more sense if you read the other first! If you like this content, drop a comment or an ask and I'll be sure to write more like it in the future! It gets a little feral and I won't apologize for it. Also, there is possibly a part three on the table if this ship sails like the last.

Warnings: Choking kink, metal arm kink, Cursing, mentions self loathing/guilt (it’s Bucky, kinda normal), Possessive!Winter Soldier, hair pulling, fingering, Dominant!Winter Soldier, hickeys, bruising, PnV, praise kink if you squint, licking, oral (fem receiving), knife play (?) and probably some more but those are the big ones.

Word Count: 6,899

It had been two days.

Two days since you’d tried and failed to lure the Winter Soldier into a cell. Two days since you’d felt his hands on your body.

Two days since he’d given you a taste of what you could have.

He’d left his mark on more than just your skin. Though bruises and love bites littered your neck, it was your mind that he’d left the most impact on.

There was hardly a moment you weren’t thinking about him, about Winter. About what would’ve happened if the agents hadn’t stormed the stairwell. If he’d been able to keep going.

And you wondered if you’d ever get another chance to see.

Bucky had recovered, his mind once more his own. You didn’t know if he remembered, or if he would say anything to you even if he did. It’d been radio silence from everyone in the tower other than Steve, who’d been checking in on you to make sure you were really alright. You were sure Thor would be here hounding you if he was on the planet too.

Apparently, the earpiece had fallen out a little after he’d cornered you. So Steve and whoever else that was watching over you didn’t hear much of the conversation you’d exchanged with the assassin. They’d had to rely on the cameras, which hadn’t been able to see you past the wall of a man caging you between his arms.

Which means none of them had seen what had happened, that this was something only you carried the knowledge of. A small part of you was relieved.

That still left one question unanswered: Did Bucky remember?

A sharp knock jolted you from your thoughts, dragging you back to the present. 

Blowing out a breath, you got up and headed towards the door. “Steve, I told you I’m fine. I—“

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t Steve on the other side.

It was strange how different those blue eyes were when it was Bucky at the wheel instead of Winter. Lively, pooling with emotion where you’d seen cold calculation and unbridled lust just days before.

It was guilt swimming in those eyes now, red rimmed and bloodshot. His dark hair was disheveled like he’d been running his fingers through it all afternoon, and he wore a loose pair of sweats and a black long sleeve despite the summer heat.

He looked scared and out of place standing in the hall.

“I—uh, hey.” A poor attempted smile wobbled onto his face, and he brought his flesh hand up to run through his hair—a nervous habit he had when he was uncomfortable or anxious — just like you’d guessed. “Can we talk?”

You opened your mouth to answer him but no words left it. You could only stare up at him and nod, feet shuffling back to pull the door open further.

Bucky’s frame squeezed through the door and he padded further into your space with wandering eyes and furrowed brows.

It was impossible not to notice the changes you’d made in the last few months since your breakup. Bucky used to frequently stay with you, favoring your bright and comforting space over his own empty room. You liked your knick-knacks, and you were a sucker for creature comforts so you always had the softest blankets and the fluffiest pillows. And you’d always made sure Bucky had things he liked in your space.

You used to keep his favorite coffee stocked in the mini breakfast bar you’d made on a bar cart, and his favorite pillow and throw blanket was always neatly folded in the armchair by the window. You’d even set out copies of his favorite books in case he wanted to relax in your room instead of the commons area or his own space. 

But now it was gone. The little pieces of him you’d made room for were removed along with the photos that used to line your walls and bookcase. Save for the one, of course.

And it stung to see the reality of what he’d done, the choice he’d made now reflected in the absence of everything he’d built with you. 

He pried his eyes away from the empty shelves of your bookcase and glanced back at you, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “I… Steve said that I went after you when I got back.”

His statement hung in the air for a few seconds, silence crowding you both and making him tense his shoulders the longer it remained. 

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, “I can’t imagine how awful that was for you. I-I never wanted you to see me like that. That- He’s not me, okay? God, I’m so sorry.” His fingers scraped over his scalp as he clenched his teeth, turning away and pacing a few steps.

Bucky couldn’t look at you, not after what he’d done. What he’d forced you to witness. He’d never wanted you to see him like that. It was one of his worst nightmares when you had been dating, and now it was a brutal reality.

“Bucky,” you started, but he cut you off.

“Did I hurt you? Did… did I do something to you?”

It struck you then that he didn’t remember what he’d done. What Winter had done. And your room was too dark at the moment to see what remained painted on your skin from the encounter.

You were both relieved, and utterly frustrated. Now what do you do? ‘Oh yeah, Bucky! I let you finger me with your metal arm in a stairwell for shits and giggles while you were all killer mode. No biggie.’ And then what, ask for him to do it again?

Yeah, definitely not.

“You didn’t hurt me, Bucky.” Your legs moved on their own accord, drawn forward by his obvious distress and the instinctual need to sooth his worries. “I’m fine, really.”

Bucky finally turned to face you, his eyes filled with sorrow. He chewed his cheek, his eyes searching your face for any hint of a lie. “I can't remember what happened, there's just glimpses.” His voice lowered, softened by the weight of his words and the fear woven in his tone. “But I can feel him. Stronger than before. Something’s different this time.”

You stilled at that, eyes glued to the side of his face. 

“I can feel what he felt. I-it's like he’s just behind a curtain.” His right arm came up, his index finger tapping his temple, “Waiting.”

The haunted look in his eyes twisted a knife of guilt in your gut. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for what had happened, but it was unfortunately normal for Bucky. You understood it, respected his boundaries and his need to do anything he could to keep you safe. But you wanted exactly what he was keeping from you.

You wanted it so badly.

Could you tell him? Could you confide in him this secret you’d kept from lovers in the past? Something so twisted that you’d only shared it with someone equally as sadistic as you were flawed? Bucky was so much more important to you than any of them had been. You… you felt deeply for him. And it was obvious that the unknown was weighing on him heavily.

One more look at his shattered expression gave you your answer.

With a frustrated huff, you reached for his hand. You tugged it from where it’d curled itself into his hair again, and led him to the edge of your bed. “Bucky,” you started, keeping your voice as gentle as you could. “I need to tell you something. It’s going to be hard to understand, and you’ll probably think very differently of me, but I think it might lessen the burden I can see you’re putting on yourself.”

Bucky’s eyes fixed on you. Those brows furrowed over confused and tortured eyes, but it was obvious that he would listen.

You bit your lip, beginning to sweat as the nerves rattled through you. “First of all, I… I haven’t told anyone this. It’s not something I’m proud of, but rather something that just is. And it didn’t start with you. I mean—,” you let out a sound of frustration, “Fuck, I mean I didn’t date you because of it. It just sort of grew more complicated as we got closer.”

Those brows furrowed more and twisted his face into more concern than anything.

You kept going. “When you came after me, I was scared. Of course I would be.” You winced at the hurt that flashed in his eyes, but continued on, “But I also… I liked it.” 

A shaky, bitter laugh left you. “I liked the chase. I liked it when he cornered me against the wall, when he—,” you paused, a feeling akin to resignation and begrudging acceptance settling into your bones. Your eyes found his metal hand, gazing at the light bouncing off the silver metal. “When he choked me with that hand.”

You buried your face in your palms, tears of shame threatening to leak from your eyes. “You didn’t hurt me. He didn’t hurt me, Bucky. He just brought to light these things I thought I’d kept from you.” 

With another breath, one that felt like needles sinking into your lungs, you went on. “He made me feel good, Buck, in all the ways I’d always hoped you would someday. I feel like the worst person in the world for thinking that, for feeling the way I do, but I can’t help it.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. Shame was writhing in your stomach and threatening to consume you. Tears pricked your eyes and wet your palms that still remained pressed to your face. 

Bucky didn’t say a word, and you just let the silence thicken the air. You’d already said everything there was to say.

Your sin was bared for his judgment. “I get that you don’t want to be with me anymore—“

“That’s a lie.”

Your head snapped up at that, teary eyes wide as you took in his surprised expression. An expression you watched morph into confusion, and then something else. Realization, maybe.

Bucky went on, “I never wanted to stop being with you, Y/N.”

A piece of you settled deep in your soul at that confession, and you leaned in to listen. Every word from his lips an answer to the question haunting your every thought for the past three months.

“On that mission, we came across intel that there might be a mole in the tower and that they were going to try and trigger the Winter Soldier. I… I was scared, Y/N.” Grief washed over his face as he folded his hands together, knuckles turning white. “I was so scared that you’d see me like that and be afraid of me. I was terrified of hurting you, of— of killing you, that I had to make it look like you didn’t matter to me. I had to make it real, so that whoever saw you and I would think you didn’t matter and leave you alone. I was trying to make you less of a target.”

Your heart thundered in your chest at his confession, at the thought that these past two months of utter disaster had been the result of Bucky trying to protect you from himself. 

“You could’ve talked to me,” you muttered, sniffing and wiping your face in a poor attempt to rid it of the mascara you knew had run. “You could’ve told me what was going on.”

Bucky’s head shook, “There wasn’t time. You have to understand.”

You nodded, even if you didn’t truly understand. The guilt and remorse on his face told you he was on the edge of crumbling, and if agreeing with him kept him from breaking, you’d give it to him.

Another long silence blanketed the two of you. You watched his face, his eyes, as his mind mulled over the information you had exchanged with him.

Those blue eyes found your’s after a while, something steely in them that wasn’t there before. “Friday?”

The AI of Stark Tower answered politely, “Yes, Mr. Barnes?”

“Initiate Soldier Protocol in Y/N’s room and cut camera feed. Don’t alert anyone.”

Soldier Protocol. 

Your eyes widened, and a chill ran over your skin. Soldier Protocol was something Bucky had come up with when you’d first started dating. It was a safety protocol installed into yours and his own room to ensure that if the Winter Soldier was triggered, it would keep whoever was in the room safe, or keep whoever was trying to get inside from entering. It was a double edged sword, really, because if you were trapped in the room with him, then you couldn’t get out. Bucky had made sure to teach you some basic self defense moves on the very slim chance that would ever happen and had shown you ways that you could use to evade and make an escape to the bathroom if needed. Even though you’d thought of all the holes in the protocol, you couldn’t bear to voice them if it helped ease Bucky’s nerves knowing that if something were to happen, that you’d have an extra wall to keep him from getting to you.

“Confirm Command; Soldier Protocol, Miss Y/N?”

You hesitated, voice wavering just the slightest as you whispered, “Are you sure?”

Bucky nodded slowly, giving you the confidence you needed to answer the AI.

“Confirm Soldier Protocol, Friday. No alerts or cameras.”

The calming voice answered once more. “Command Confirmed. Soldier Protocol initiated.”

Your eyes followed the windows as metal safety doors shut out the dim light of the day. One after another they locked out the outside world and left the two of you inside the confines of your bedroom. 

You and Bucky, and your confessions.

“He wants out, Y/N.” It was barely a whisper, but the low timbre of Bucky’s voice reverberated in your bones. “He wants you.”

There was concern laced in his words, but there was also more. So much more that you knew you’d have to talk about later. You’d have time to unpack all of this, what it means for the two of you, later. Right now?

Right now you needed Winter as desperately as you needed air.

“What… How can I help you, Bucky?” Your hands shook at the thought of Winter's return. Of what it would bring.

Bucky pulled his lip between his teeth, his hands running through his hair before twisting themselves in his lap. His eyes were wide, as if he didn’t quite believe he would say the words spilling from his own mouth. “I want you to trigger the Winter Soldier. Feeling him there— it’s driving me mad. An-and now that we know he won’t hurt you and that you… you want him—.”

You reached for his hand, concerned that if he kept squeezing them as tight as he was that he’d break bone. “Bucky, it’s okay.” You tilted your head, smiling softly at him, “Take a breath. There’s a few things I want to set straight before we jump into this.”

His voice lowered, “Okay.”

Bucky was obviously torn up over this whole thing. And as excited as you were to repeat what went on in that stairwell, this was someone you cared about for more than just sex. 

This was Bucky. 

This was the man who’d apologized with the biggest bouquet of flowers you’d ever laid eyes on the day after your first encounter with Winter. The same man who’d apologized for months after with cute little notes and trinkets he knew you loved and still kept in that shoebox under your bed. The exact same man you’d opened your heart to one Saturday night over a tub of butterscotch ice cream and the third playthrough of your favorite movie. He didn’t complain that you’d watched it back to back either.

This was the man you’d fallen in love with in just a few short months.

The realization settled into your heart, and that warm tingly feeling swept over you as you tightened your hold on his flesh hand and reached for his metal one too.

Bucky hesitated, jerking it away for a moment before allowing you to tug it into your lap. “Buck,” you started, thumbs swiping over his hands in slow calming paths. “It isn’t just the Winter Soldier I like about you. You know that, right? Because if you don’t, I’ve failed as your lover. And as your friend.” 

Those blue eyes darted between your own, searching there like a man searching for salvation. You gave his hands another squeeze, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I… I love you, Bucky. You. I think I’ve known for a while now. I was just too scared to admit it out loud. I haven’t had the best run with guys in the past, and you’re so good that I was afraid I’d ruin you somehow.”

Your eyes fell to your joined hands, and this time he was the one to squeeze back.

“I know it’s kind of shitty timing, but I need you to understand that I’m not with you for any other reason other than the simple fact that I adore you, Bucky Barnes. Everything about you.” You shook your head, frowning. “I meant it when I told you I wasn’t with you just because of Winter. I’ve always had this attraction to… well, you know. Dating you just made it more difficult to hide when you were obviously so uncomfortable with it. I didn’t want to make things hard for you. I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Doll,” he mumbled, the name drawing your eyes to him. You’d always loved it when he called you that. “Say it again.”

You frowned, confused for a moment, before a small smile drew itself onto your face. “I love you, Bucky.”

A choked sound fell from his lips before his arms circled around your waist and pulled you into his lap, his face inches from yours. “Again. Say it again,” he begged, his  breath fanned over your face as his fingers fisted the back of your shirt. “Please, doll, say it again.”

You folded your legs around his hips, threading your fingers into his hair and peppering kisses on his face. “I love you.”

“Me?” It was the most broken sound you’d ever heard.

You grabbed his face, tilting it up to look at you and tried your best to pour every ounce of love into your expression. “You, James. I love you. I’ll say it a billion times if I have to until I get it through that ridiculously handsome head of yours.”

He laughed at that, broken as it sounded. “I love you too, Y/N. God, I fucking love you.”

Soft lips crashed into yours, dancing a familiar dance as his flesh hand slipped under your shirt and glided up your spine. Your breath caught as the cool sensation of his metal fingers followed after it, his arm wrapping around your back. You smiled against his lips, leaning into him more.

You nearly pouted when he pulled away.

“Y/N,” those eyes, less uncertain and more determined now, swept over your face. “I want you to trigger him.”

You frowned, “But Bucky, you—.”

“I need this.” His voice was surprisingly steady, “I need to do this otherwise it’ll drive me mad. Feeling him there— Jesus, it’s like someone’s scraping a knife against my skull.”

Metal fingers drew circles against your back, “Are you okay with… with seeing him again? I’m not confident enough to do what he did yet. I need more time to come to terms with the damage this hand has done.” He pulled the appendage away, looking it over before his eyes found you again. “But I… I can tell he won’t hurt you. I can feel it,” he pulled his flesh hand away and pressed it over his heart. “Right here.”

He laughed, almost incredulously. “Even the Winter Soldier has fallen in love with you.”

All you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears. He wanted you to trigger the Winter Soldier. He said that he loved you, and that Winter did too. 

It would really fucking suck if you were dreaming.

“I don’t know your words,” you mumbled, suddenly shy in the light of his proclamation.

This time, the smile he gave was one that reminded you of those old photos from the 40s you’d seen in the history museum. The one where the left side crooks up a bit more than the right. He didn’t release you, but instead wrapped his left arm around your hips and leaned back to rifle through the top drawer of your nightstand for the notepad you always left in there.

He pulled it back to himself and released you only long enough to scribble down a few words and tear off the page. “You’ll have to memorize them. I don’t want them to leave this room.”

You nodded, because of course he wouldn’t and you’d rather swallow hot coals than ever betray him. Your eyes scanned the page a dozen times when he handed it to you, lips moving in silence as you played with the foreign vowels. 

All the while those strong hands of his trailed along your back and hips, sometimes exploring your upper thigh. 

It made your mind foggy, and you had to keep yourself from squinting to focus.

After you’d finally memorized them, you remove yourself from Bucky’s lap and padded over to your bookcase. You snagged the candle lighter from a shelf, and then removed the bag from your trash bin. It took a few tries, but once the lighter ignited, you let the flames eat away at the page before dropping it into the bin and watching until it was nothing but ash at the bottom.

You could hear a breath of relief leave the soldier from where he remained seated at the edge of your bed. He looked somewhat relaxed, but a tension still ran along his shoulders.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You returned to the bed, smiling a bit as his arms wrapped around the back of your thighs.

Bucky hummed, low and steady. “M’sure, Doll.” He leaned his head against your stomach, and your hands found his hair on instinct.

He hummed again at the touch, and his arms tightened around your legs before he lifted you. Bucky turned quickly, one knee coming up onto the bed before he laid you down with a thump on the mattress.

You smiled, laughing a little as you bounced from the sudden drop. Bucky grinned back, his eyes shining. “Missed you, you know. I’m sorry for not telling you.” He leaned over you, hands planting on either side of your head. Nothing but honesty shined in those blue eyes as he looked down at you. “I’m sorry for wasting three months, and I promise I won’t do that again.”

Butterflies stirred in your belly, and you could feel the flush of heat on your neck as you leaned up and planted a kiss on his lips, “Better not.” 

Before you could think much of it, Bucky reached over and flicked the lamp on. You were too busy feeling fuzzy inside that you’d forgotten the very prominent marks littering the delicate flesh of your neck.

Marks that would always make Bucky drown in guilt.

“Fuck, doll.” 

He stared at your neck, horror painting his face in the lamplight. His body lifted until he was sitting on his knees over you, hands resting on his lap like he didn’t know what to do with them as he took in the damage he’d left.

This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. “Hey, no—,” you gripped the front of his shirt, the sudden motion catching him off guard as you pulled yourself up to his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. You would’ve liked to yank him back over you, but you lacked the ability to battle his serum-enhanced strength. Sitting up did just fine.

“You don’t get to feel guilty for this. Not now, and not anytime after this if you… if we’re serious about doing this.” You stared him down, unwilling to allow him even a glance away. “I told you, I liked it. I told you that it didn’t hurt. You need to trust me as much as I trust you in this. That’s the only way this,” you motioned between you both, “is going to work.” You lowered your voice, nearly mumbling the last part. “I can’t take another step back, Buck. Not after three months, and definitely not after that.”

Bucky’s eyes danced between yours for a few moments. They darted down to your marred skin and back again several times before he blew out a breath and nodded reluctantly. 

Your shoulders eased too. 

“Now come back here and kiss me, soldier. Your girl’s in need.” You smiled, quirking a playful brow in an attempt to draw him back in.

It worked. That smile pulled at his lips, small at first but quickly blooming as you began peppering his jaw with kisses.

The kisses started gentle and exploring, and the touches soft and sweet. You hadn’t felt his skin against yours for three long months, save for two days ago, and you’d missed everything that made him Bucky.

You’d missed how the stubble of his chin brushed your cheeks when you kissed, and how he held your face like you were the most precious thing he’d ever touched. Delicate and worthy of worship.

You’d missed him so much it hurt.

“Bucky,” you panted, tugging his shirt as you kissed him. “I love you.”

A deep, rumbling groan left him, and his tongue swept across your bottom lip. “I love you, Y/N. So damn much.”

His flesh hand cupped the back of your neck and guided your head to the side so he could place the tenderest kisses over each hickey Winter had left. “He’s a brute,” Bucky mumbled against the column of your throat, stealing your breath. “If he hurts you–.”

“He won’t, James.” You pressed your forehead to his shoulder, biting your lip as his flesh hand trailed all the way from your neck to the base of your spine. “I know it.”

You only got a hum in response before his lips crashed into yours again. Bucky’s hands were everywhere, confident and warm on one side and tentative and gentle with the other, much colder one. The contrast sent delicious tingles along your skin wherever he touched and only served to heighten your anticipation.

This was the first time Bucky himself had allowed so much of a brush of his metal arm against you, let alone tender touch.

His palms mapped every dip and crest of your body, his touch growing more needy with each sweep of his skin against yours. His tongue slid over your lips again, a silent request that you were all too happy to accept.

You couldn’t help the satisfied sound that escaped you as the taste of him swept over you, familiar and strong. Things only hastened from there. It was like a switch had flipped and he couldn’t bear not to have his hands on you.

He kissed you hard, chasing you with lips and tongue like a man starved. The feather light touches of his hands turned more firm as he held your hips and pulled you closer. Bucky’s chest heaved, his breaths fanning over you between kisses in hot puffs.

You could tell he was still holding back. That he needed this as much as the burning need in your core told you that you did. “Bucky,” the sound was practically a whine, “Please.”

His fingers curled against your hips, “Fuck. Okay, okay.” Wet kisses were trailed down your neck as his hands slipped beneath your shirt to sweep calloused thumbs over your aching nipples. “Say them, doll. Say the words.”

You deserved a fucking gold metal for succeeding to pull your mind out of the fog he’d clouded your brain with. It always happened with him. Your mind just short circuited every time he cast you a heated glance, and this? Well, it was a miracle you could remember your own name.

You opened your mouth, the words you’d memorized tumbling out one after another. 

“Longing.” Bucky grunted, but didn’t stop in his ministrations as you spoke the next. 

“Rusted.” Another grunt, and a tremor through his shoulders, but his lips never left your skin. In fact, it just seemed to spur him further as his hands tugged your shirt down to reveal the delicate skin of your breasts.

“Furn-,” you gasped as his lips locked onto a nipple, tongue teasing expertly over the nub. “Furnace.”

The hum he released sent skittering tingles across your body in the most delicious way.

“Finish, baby.” 

Fucking hell. What was the next word?

“Daybreak,” his hands lowered to your ass and held it firmly against him as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin of your breasts, never missing a beat. “Seventeen.”

Those devilish hands dragged lower, fingers trailing along the seam of your panties through your leggings and along the underside of your thighs where they met the curve of your ass. Inches from where you needed him most.

You could barely suck in a breath, utterly overwhelmed by the sensation of his mouth on your skin and those hands mapping your body in agonizingly slow strokes that sent waves of need straight to your core. “Benign,” his body arched over yours, easing you into the mattress, “Nine.”

Another shudder this time, and you could see the ripple of muscle beneath that tight black shirt. God did you want it off of him.

“Homecoming.” 

A groan, and a shake of his head. It was the first indicator that he was uncomfortable.

 You hesitated at the pained sound, but you didn’t have time to ask a thing though. Not when his head snapped up and those wide, wild blue eyes found yours. “Don’t stop,” he panted, cheeks flushed.

So you didn’t.

“One.”

Wet lips trailed kisses down the exposed skin of your stomach, the tips of his dark hair trailing down as he kissed past your naval and kept going. Lower, lower, lower…

“Freight Car.” The words sounded strangled in your throat through your labored breathing.

The kisses stopped abruptly, and Bucky’s body went stock still.

You weren’t even sure he was breathing until the even rush of an exhale swept against your stomach.

And then he chuckled.

 It wasn’t the kind you’d normally hear from Bucky. It wasn’t filled with joy, or playfulness. This one sounded depraved and downright corrupt.

The hairs on your neck raised, and that sharp bite of panic jolted through you as you stared down at his large frame hovering over you. You couldn’t see his face from this angle, and the lack of any hint of what was going through his head only heightened the tension building in your body.

“Told you, didn’t I?” His voice was a rumble in the silence, and you gasped when his tongue swept a path up the center of your belly. “You fucking need me.”

Cold fingers hooked the waistband of your leggings and shucked them off in one quick motion, the cool air assaulting your exposed skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You simply stared up at him and tried to remember to breathe beneath the weight of his eyes on your body.

Those cold, lust-lidded eyes.

“Winter,” you breathed, a thrum of excitement mingling with the nerves tingling under your skin. The ache you felt was at the forefront of your mind. Bucky’s gentle touches had served to stir the need that was already brewing.

Now, Winter has come to finish the job.

He smiled, slow and sultry. “Needy little thing, aren't you, Dollface?”

You bit your lip as heat crept up your neck.

Winter’s body rose to his knees, his hands curling around your thighs in a bruising grip and lifting them over his shoulders. You yelped, but it didn’t stop him. Those thick corded forearms locked your legs in place over his shoulders, his face centimeters from your core and the stubble of his jaw tickling your thighs.

You were almost certain you'd soaked through the thin pair of panties you wore.

His hands dragged up your thighs, fingers slipping beneath the fabric at your hips as he held your eyes. 

And then he ripped them at the seams. The puny fabric fell to the mattress in tatters, and all you could do was gawk at him.

“Don’t wear those when you’re with me.” Winter ordered against your thigh, his tongue swiping a path up the inner stripe of skin. 

The action sent another wave of want through you, the anticipation of what he was going to do serving to build your nerves higher and higher.

He drew you closer by your hips, humming against your skin. The sweep of hot air over you was a welcome sensation and you arched into it. Your heart pounded, and the angle in which your body was held, your head still resting against the mattress along with your shoulders, made it hard to think. 

Winter stopped just short of brushing his lips over your sensitive clit. You could’ve cried right then and there. Blinking up at him, you caught the wicked grin plastered on his face.

The soldier above you looked downright god-like bathed in the dim light of the room. His eyes gleamed, and that silver arm danced with every move he made. Every devious stroke of cool fingers against your body.

You knew this exact image would be carved into your mind for the rest of your life.

“Beg for it,” he ordered, his grip turning nearly bruising. “Tell me how badly you want it.” His lips brushed your core, just a whisper of scruff on your sensitive skin. 

You squirmed in response, chasing the feeling. Normally, you would rather die than beg a man for anything. But Winter? He had a special way of breaking you down. “Please, Winter, please. I-I want you. I want you to–.”

He didn’t even let you finish before his tongue delved into your core. 

You felt every sweep, every brush of that expert muscle laving over you. Desperate, needy sounds were echoing through your room, and a part of you knew they were yours. That they were spilling from your parted lips in broken sentences begging him for more. You were too focused on where his tongue toyed with you to care about anything else, though. Every pass of his tongue on your clit, or a sweep against your clenching walls made it harder and harder to ground yourself.

You were crawling closer and closer to the edge.

Your fingers were curled into the bedspread, and your hips ground into his face and bucked against the solid grip of his arms over your thighs. Winter groaned into your heat, the rumbling vibrations pushing you closer to euphoria.

Dazed, you tried to focus on his face, tried to make out his features in your love-drunk state. 

Winter's eyes were closed, and his face never came up once for air. Not even when you could feel his chest shuttering, and those muffled grunts became more frequent.

And God did they feel good.

Your chest heaved, your legs trying and failing to move an inch against his iron grip. As those vibrating groans shoved you over the edge with a cry.

Your brain couldn’t focus, not with all the blood rushing through your head and the thundering sound of your own heart in your ears, or the blissful sensation of release crashing over you in waves. 

“So dirty, Dollface. Letting me ruin you like this.” Winter eased his grip on your shaky legs, his hands dragging up your thighs to grip your hips. “Letting me brand you, taste you…” He licked his lips, tasting you on his stubbled face. His body leaned forward, your legs parting around his hips as he planted a burning kiss to your lips, “Fucking perfect.”

You panted, blinking to focus on his words as you came back to yourself.

Winter was lifting himself off of you, his eyes raking over your disheveled form as he slipped off the bed and stood to his full height. Those blue eyes held nothing but burning desire, muscles flexing as he yanked off his shirt and rewarded you with the view of his sweat slicked torso. 

The sight was erotic. His hair damp with sweat, and his face glossy with the remnants of your release, chest heaving as he sucked in much needed air.

Winter reached forward, his cool fingers wrapping around your ankle and tugging you towards the edge of the bed with a wicked grin. “Gonna make you come again, Dollface. Need to hear those pretty sounds you make.” His flesh hand grabbed your calf, pulling you closer. “Wanna hear my name on your lips again, and again, and again.”

His metal fingers gripped your thigh hard enough to leave bruises, but that didn’t bother you. You loved the reminders that littered your skin from the last time Winter branded you with his affections, and you relished each one that would follow. 

With a quick, strong motion, he flipped you on your stomach. Your chest bounced against the bedsheets, the friction against your pebbled nipples sent a jolt of pleasure down to your toes making you moan into the comforter as he brought your hips up and adjusted your knees against the bed.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He panted, pressing himself against your ass.

You could feel him through the sweats still hanging from his hips. The length of him pressed firmly against you, brushing your sensitive core and making you groan again. You wanted to feel him, needed to know what it was like to be with Winter the same way you craved intimacy with his counterpart.

“Please,” You begged. 

With a grunt, the sweats were yanked down and he thrust harshly, seating himself completely in one swift motion.

His moan rumbles through you, setting your nerves alight. “Oh god…”

And then he starts moving. 

One stark difference between James Buchanan Barnes and The Winter Soldier, was that one was gentle and kind, and everything you’d want in the man you’d take home to meet your parents. And the other? The other was the kind of man that would carve his name into your skin with a smile and defile you in unspeakable ways, rough and raw.

Winter snapped his hips at a breakneck pace, pulling out only to plunge back in with a force that made you see stars. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, clinging to the sheets as he drove you into the mattress. His cock hit all the right places, those quick, constant motions driving you closer and closer to another release. His grunts and puffs of breath only added momentum.

Tears pricked your eyes, your heart hammering and your skin on fire as pleasure coursed through you, building higher and higher.

A cold palm slipped along your belly, snaking its way between your breasts and firmly wrapping around your neck, squeezing those delicate pressure points that made your head spin. He lifted you from the mattress, his pace halting almost completely as your back met his heaving chest. 

Winter’s raw voice met your ears as you whimpered at the loss of friction, teetering on the edge of sanity as your core wept for attention. “Gonna cum if I keep that up, Dollface.” His voice is choppy, puffs of air hitting the side of your neck as he talks. “Feel so fuckin’ good.”

His dick pushes in again, dragging slowly along your walls as he groans in your ear, your own voice joining him in a broken harmony. “‘M gonna need this every time. Need to feel your tight cunt, hear your pretty cries…” His tongue darted out to slide over your cheek, swiping up a tear that had fallen from your damp lashes, “Taste you every. Single. Time.”

Those hips snapped back into their brutal pace, slamming against your ass as he clutched your frail neck in his metal hand, the other coming up to grip your hair and tug your head back as he sucked more love bites along your neck.

You moan, tears of pleasure falling from your lashes as you near the edge. Winter’s grunts and shaky breath vaguely registering that he’s nearly there himself.

He sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck, the combination of pain and utter pleasure shoving you over the precipice as you open your mouth in a scream. That metal hand snakes up to stifle it as his hips jerk a few more agonizing thrusts before shuddering with his strangled moan.

You’re left limp and breathless, utterly spent and draped over his arm with your head lolling against his strong and heaving shoulder.

Winter slips from you, repositioning you on the bed like an offering on an unholy altar. With his hair plastered against his forehead, those dark strands utterly soaked with sweat, he smiles down at you.

“Again.”

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Hello lovely!! I am obsessed with your emt!poly marauders stories🧡. I'd love to request the emt boys taking care of sweet reader after getting an iud insertion. Thank you so much for your writing!! xx

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cw: reader with a uterus, cramping, it took me until after writing this to realize you probably meant at a hospital or something so sorry about that! but thanks to @ellecdc for helping me figure out how to fit the boys being emts into this when I was being clueless :')

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

The volume of the television is turned down low, the apartment you share with your boyfriends quiet but for its soft hum. You’re curled up against the arm of the couch. Remus is in the armchair adjacent, and your bum is squished against James’ thigh, your feet tucked half underneath his lap. You think Sirius is nearly asleep on his shoulder. You’ve all had a long day. 

Remus leans over to peer at you. He frowns when he sees you’re awake. 

“Alright, sweetheart?” 

You hum. 

A warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn your head to find James frowning at you too. He rubs your arm. “I thought you were sleeping,” he murmurs, concerned. “What’s wrong?” 

You took paracetamol PM as soon as you left your appointment. Between that and how much energy you’d used up on dread during the first part of the day, both your boyfriends and you had expected you to crash immediately after getting home and sleep the afternoon away. Unfortunately, you haven’t been so lucky.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say. With two worried boyfriends looking at you, you’re trying to be reassuring. “I’m okay.” 

Unfortunately, a third only joins the mix. Sirius blinks, groggy, his cheek ruddy where it was smushed against James’ shoulder. 

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?” James asks gently. 

You give a little shrug. “Cramps.” 

Sirius coos, reaching for you. He gives your calf a squeeze. “They’re bad, hm?” 

“Not awful,” you say.

In truth, none of this has been as awful as you’d prepared yourself for. You were on the brink of cancelling your appointment, teary and reticent as the boys tried to get you ready this morning and reassured you over and over again that they’d be there to help you, but the procedure itself had lasted less than five minutes. Even now, your cramps aren’t much worse than they usually are on your period. Enough to prod you awake each time you start to drift off, but not so awful that you’re shaking or sweating like they sometimes get. 

Sirius tsks. “You should have said. We can give you another paracetamol, you’ve only had one.”

Hope must show on your face, because Remus is up in the next second. “I’ll get it. Anything else you want while you’re awake, dovey? Chocolate, tea?” 

“No, thank you,” you murmur. 

Sirius makes a low, pitying sound and folds himself over James’ lap, resting his head on your curled-up legs. “No appetite?” he asks, pouting at you. 

“Not really,” you admit. 

James frowns. “What about your heating pad, angel? Would that be alright?” 

“Oh.” You’d forgotten that was an option. “Yes, please.” 

Remus goes to collect. He does bring you a few pieces of chocolate when he comes back, just in case you decide you might like it—it’s as if he can’t help himself—and you take your paracetamol with some water while James situates the heating pad over your belly. 

He encourages you onto your back, unfolding your legs so your knees sit over his lap. Sirius goes to get another pillow, settling it behind your back. 

“How’s that?” 

“That’s great,” you sigh, meaning it. The angle of your legs seems to have helped somehow, in addition to the heat soothing your muscles. “Thank you.” 

“Are you propped up enough?” James takes your water once you’re done, setting it on the coffee table for you. “We can get another pillow.” 

“No, this…this is good, thank you.” 

“Her back might hurt, too,” Sirius says—not to you, but to Remus, who nods. 

“I’ll get the spare.” 

“The spare what?” You watch Remus go at a businesslike pace back down the hall. “My back does hurt, actually.” 

“The spare heating pad,” Sirius explains. Each of the boys seems to have taken on a more serious manner, their movements efficient and practiced. Sirius helps James lift your back, allowing Remus to slip the heating pad beneath you before he plugs it in. “How’s that, baby? Too warm?” 

You settle back down, pleasantly surprised when your pain eases further. “No, it’s nice. It’s sort of like being in a cocoon.” 

He grins, squatting beside you to press a fond kiss to your nose. “Sure you don’t want more pillows?” 

“This is perfect. Really. It’s a couch, it doesn’t have an up-and-down lever like a hospital bed.” 

You watch James blink as he processes what you’re saying. Sirius laughs. 

“Oi! We’re just trying to take care of you.” 

“The only way you know how,” you tease. 

“Oh, my angel.” James leans over you, hugging you sideways. He’s warm and pleasantly heavy, almost better than both your heating pads combined. “I’m sorry you’re hurting,” he mumbles, kissing your chin and the hollow of your neck until he seems to find someplace worth staying in your chest. 

“It’s not that bad.” You stroke his hair. “Anyway, it’s not your fault.” 

“No,” he says, cheek squished to your chest, “but I do feel sort of complicit in it. I was there when they did this to you.” 

“James,” Remus chides. “Don’t make them sound so villainous. She’s still recovering.” 

You laugh a little at that. It’s worth the twinge in your gut. “It’s okay. I’m not all freaked out about it anymore. It’s over with, anyway.” 

Remus softens. “It is over with. You did really well.” 

“Well, all I really had to do was lie there.” 

“You were scared,” Sirius says frankly, sitting down and pulling your feet into his lap. “I know that makes it hard. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” 

Your voice quiets shyly. “Thanks.” 

Sirius gives a soft smile. He rubs his thumb into your ankle fondly. 

“Feeling sleepy yet?” James asks. 

As if on cue, a yawn takes you. Sirius awws and you hear Remus exhale amusedly from his chair. 

“Sleep it off, love,” he says. “Even if the cramps aren’t gone when you wake up, they should be better by then.” 

You slouch into your pillow, getting cozy. “This has helped a lot. Thank you, guys.” 

Even though you’ve closed your eyes, you feel James’ smile smush his cheek into your chest. “That’s what we’re here for, m’love.” 

[teatreeoilll]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 (𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮)

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w/c - 1.4k content - MDNI! 18 + ! fem!reader, porn, Gojo eats you out while you sit on Geto's lap. That's it. That's the plot.

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Geto loves it when you sit in his lap. He loves it so much that sometimes he can't help himself; he puts a large arm around you first, nuzzling his face into your hair to smell its sweet scent, almost intoxicated. You draw closer to him; it's hard not to when the pads of his fingers begin to draw soothing patterns on your shoulder.

It's just a regular Tuesday night, and some average heist movie is playing idly on the television, and neither you, Geto, or Gojo - who made himself at home in your and Suguru's shared apartment with his feet crossed over on the coffee table - are paying too much mind to it.

You watch Gojo reach a pale, veiny arm into the bag of sweets. He takes out a piece of candy and unwraps it slowly, and you notice how his tongue darts out just a bit before he puts the chocolate candy in his mouth.

"Want one?" Gojo asks as he's about to take another one, and something in his small smirk when he says that makes your muscles tense.

With his hand still around you, Geto notices that - it's not the first time he spots it - he already took note of the light red flush that covers your cheeks when his best friend comes over after a workout with his shirt too tight from being drenched in sweat, or when you look just a moment too long into Gojo's blue eyes when you greet him before your eyes dart to the floor, the corners of your lips twitching up. Not that you ever do or say anything; it's all so innocent and sweet that Geto can't help but savor it, knowing his girlfriend's dirty little secret crush.

"Oh - no, thanks," you smile back at Gojo and lean further into Suguru's side, fixing your eyes on the screen.

Geto's arm around you tightens, and he reaches his other arm under your thighs to lift you up a bit and pull you on his lap. The heat spreads quickly on your cheeks, "S-Suguru," you whisper, fumbling away from his grasp, "not now." Geto knows you're not too much into public displays of affection, but the thought itches his mind, and his trousers grow uncomfortably tight.

Geto pulls you on top of him anyway, and Gojo's ever-perceptive pale-blue eyes stray away from the screen to land on your flushed face.

"Don't be shy," Geto whispers as his hand brushes the hair away from the back of your neck. His heavy breathing warms your skin, "We're all friends here, aren't we?" He raises his arm to grab you by the side of the face, turning it for your eyes to land on Gojo as he presses chaste kisses over your neck.

"S-Suguru," you whimper, feeling his stiff cock rubbing on your lower back through his trousers, "not - " but you can hardly breathe when you notice the sly smirk plastered on Gojo's lips and the way his jaw clenches each time you try to wriggle away from Suguru's touch.

"Satoru's a good friend, don't you think?" Geto urges, his hand leaving your face to brush over your thigh, raising the hem of your skirt, "I don't think you ever told him what a good friend he is, did you?"

"I don't think she did, Suguru," Gojo suddenly says, his eyes narrowing when the blush on your cheeks deepens to a crimson shade, "but I guess it's my fault," he sighs dramatically as he runs a hand through his white hair, "I don't think I ever showed her what a good friend I am. How's she supposed to know?"

Suguru chuckles, shaking your body along with him, "I guess she isn't," He runs his hand up your thigh to slide his fingers over your drenched panties, and you shudder, "But she wants you to show her. Don't you, princess?"

All you manage is a stifled mm-hmm before Gojo pushes the coffee table away, and it screeches as it reaches the middle of the living room, making space for him to kneel and settle himself between your thighs.

You gulp when you feel Gojo's hand run up your thighs, grabbing the sides of your underwear to pull them off, and you shiver at the touch of his warm hands running down along your legs together with your panties. He throws them on the floor and looks at you from beneath his long white eyelashes. The air gets trapped in your lungs.

"Come on, princess," Suguru's voice purrs in your ear as he spreads his legs, your own legs on either of his, revealing your wet cunt to Gojo's eager eyes, "Tell Satoru what a good friend he is, or he won't know."

"Y-You're a very good - " and Gojo reaches a long finger to skim along your folds, "Friend - Fuck - " you gasp.

"That's not nice," Geto chastises in your ear, his palms holding your thighs spread, and you place your hands on top of them, digging your fingers into them to steady yourself.

"It's okay, Suguru," Gojo smirks as his face draws closer to your clit, licking a teasing stripe along it, and you feel him smiling against your cunt, "She'll be nice in a minute."

Gojo's tongue begins lapping at your folds, and your thighs jolt, wanting desperately to close on his head only for Geto to hold them tighter in place, "Satoru - Fuck - " you moan, feeling Geto's cock twitch against your lower back.

"Feels good?" Geto murmurs, and you feel Gojo's two long fingers hover at your entrance before pushing in teasingly slow, his tongue still flicking at your clit.

"So sweet," Gojo pulls away from your clit, his mouth drenched in your essence as he works you open with his fingers, licking his lips clean, "If you told me she tastes so sweet, we would've done this a lot sooner."

Geto's chaste kisses on your neck turn to soft nibbles on the soft skin there as he groans every time your body twitches, letting him have a bit of delicious friction on his clothed cock, "Shit," he groans into your neck. He pulls his hand off of one of your thighs, running his fingers along your wet cunt to collect your essence before lifting them up to his mouth, licking them clean, "You are, so sweet."

Gojo's fingers pick up a ruthless pace, the pads of his fingers abusing the gummy spot inside you, "So needy," he smirks when he feels you clench around his fingers, and your vision nearly blurs when his tongue laps at your folds again, your hand darting out to grab strands of white hair to make sure he doesn't pull away again.

"Ah - Fuck - " you moan out as you writhe and squirm at the dizzying feeling of Gojo's fingers nudging your sweet spot, the heat pooling in your stomach as a Geto still holds you in place, "Shit - 'Toru - I - "

The lewd squelching noises coming from your wet cunt fill the room, and your back arches, tension coiling in your stomach as you almost instinctively turn your head to Suguru, who shakes his head. "It's okay princess," Geto's fingers grip your chin to tilt it down at Satoru, "You can look at him."

And you watch Gojo's blue eyes, desperate moans mixed with cusses escaping your lips as he looks up at you. His tongue still works hungrily on your clit, and his fingers push deeper and deeper with each erratic thrust while his free hand rubs his erection through his trousers for some relief.

The coil in your stomach snaps, and your release drenches Satoru's lips and chin as his movements finally slow down. Your nails dig into his scalp as you ride out your high on the slowing pumps of his fingers. He slides his fingers out, "'Toru - " you whimper when his tongue glides one more time against your sensitive clit.

You feel Geto's unsteady breathing at your neck as he locks eyes with Gojo, giving him a nod. Gojo rises from his knees, his face an inch away from yours, "You have one more in you, princess?" He asks but doesn't wait for an answer before pressing his slick-drenched lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he moans at the feeling of your release rolling off his tongue onto yours, the sweet aftertaste of the candy he ate still present on his tongue.

He pulls out of the kiss, and you turn to Suguru, who eagerly pushes his tongue in your mouth, "I bet you do," Gojo teases, and you feel him between your legs again, pressing soft, wet kisses to your inner thigh.

[eccentricwritingbaby]

baby finn series, the necessary reactions

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lando norris x mom!wife!reader

summary - y/n is pregnant again, time to tell the world - well, their whole world. 

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“then what is it?” lando cups your chin in his hands with his question, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“it’s just that,” you sigh, searching lando’s eyes, “we don’t need to keep trying, if there’s already a baby on the way,”

“you’re joking,” lando whispers, his eyes beginning to well with tears, “love, are you serious?” you nod wordlessly, your smiling catching from ear to ear as lando’s begins to grow, “oh my GOD!” he exclaims, not caring anymore about the young boy sleeping down the hall. he’s currently too busy grabbing your waist in his hands and spinning you around in giggling circles. 

“lan, please,” you choke out between your laughs, “you’ll turn our baby into a milkshake,” you continue to giggle as lando sets you down with quiet apologies in between a multitude of kisses. the room falls silent for a moment as lando pulls away and his hands migrate to your stomach, both of you staring into each others eyes as if they were the stars in the sky. 

“we’re having another baby,” lando’s smile has not faltered since your admission, and neither has yours.

“ya, lan. we’re having another baby,” you smile wider as happy tears start their race down your cheeks. lando joins in shortly with happy sobs as he pulls you into his arms, calmly rocking you both back and forth in place. you hear the quiet words mumbled into your neck of ‘i can’t believe this is happening’ and ‘i’m so fucking happy right now’ as you just hold onto your husband in joy. 

finally pulling apart, lando drops down to a knee, staring at your bare stomach in awe, “hi baby norris,” he chokes down another sob as he kisses the baby’s home, “it’s your daddy,” you hold his head in your hands while trying to control your own tears, enjoying the interaction at its fullest. 

your husband looks up at you and all you read in his eyes is pure admiration and love. he catches your eyes staring down at him, seeing only love and admiration as well. you both share the soft moment in quiet comfort, proceeding to not leave each other's sides as you ready yourselves for bed. 

getting yourself under the blankets in bed, you scoot over into lando’s awaiting arms, him immediately wrapping you into his hold. his free hand falls to your stomach like a magnet - just as it always did with finn. you roll the slightest in order to have a better view of your husband, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek, both of you not breaking the adoring eye contact. he leans down a pinch, kissing your nose, then cheeks, then forehead, and finally landing on your lips. you hum in approval before he separates, proceeding to lean down to your stomach and repeat the kisses.

his head lays on the top of your stomach, your hands raking through his curls, as he continues to speak sweet nothings to the growing baby inside your tummy. you then soon fall into a conversation about when and how you found out - your bad takeout was not actually bad, and the doctor's appointment was yesterday, how far along you were - seven weeks, only - and when your next appointment was - two weeks from today, your first ultrasound. 

you were lulled to sleep by lando’s continuing conversation to your unborn child and his soft stroking over your belly.

-

you wake up the next morning to an empty bed and distant baby giggles echoing through your home. stretching for a moment, you take a deep breath - debating needing a morning sickness session or not - before you reluctantly climb out from your warm haven of blankets. reaching quickly for one of lando’s hoodies tossed around, you pull it over your head to substitute for the lost heat. 

“momma!” you hear the happy squeaks of your son as you open the door from your bedroom, light padding of his feet making their way over to you. entering into the living room, you’re immediately met with a bouncy three year old at your feet, arms up and ready for his morning cuddles. swinging him onto your hip with whispered ‘good morning, my love’ and a kiss to his sweet head, you waltz over to your husband seated on the couch. 

“i made breakfast, you hungry, love?” lando asks as you take a seat next to him. 

“not right now, but probably soon,” you respond, leaning over to greet your husband with a kiss. 

“alright, but you need to eat,” his over-protective nature residing again, something you had your ups and downs with while pregnant with finn.

“i know, love. i will,” you assure your husband with another light peck to his lips. he smiles back down at you, on too much of a high to even pester you as of this moment. 

“we have the quadrant video today, too,” 

“oh, right,” you shake your head, “what time is that again?”

“around three, so we have a lot of time,” lando proceeds to direct his attention to his son, “are you so excited to come with us, finn? uncle max will be there!”

“uncle max!” your son claps happily from your lap, excited at the mention of his other favorite uncle. 

“yes, buddy! uncle max wants to see you!” lando claps with his son, “why don’t you go pick out what you want to wear today, bubs?” your husband picks your son off your lap to help him down, giving him the availability to run to his room.

“otay, daddy!” with that, finn takes his little legs at full speed to his bedroom, amusing giggles radiating through the home. your husband turns his attention back to you after his son was out of sight, pulling you closer into his body.

“i was hoping we could tell the team today, if that’s alright with you?” lando asks you quietly, hinting at the reveal of your pregnancy. last night when you had told lando, both of your parents had been rung immediately. doing it over the phone wasn’t ideal but the parents staying in england as you and lando were in monaco wasn’t ideal either. and you both wanted to tell them right away. 

“well i know we agreed to tell our parents first, but i feel like we should tell finn second, no?” 

“should we tell him today before the group? or do you want to wait?”

“i don’t know, lan. i truly haven’t given it much thought and i want to. telling your only baby that another one is coming can disrupt a lot, i don’t want to rush it,” you hang your head a bit at your worries and lando understands immediately. 

“it’s alright, we can tell the lads later,” he’s quick to respond in order to ease your mind.

“how about just max?” you offer as a compromise. even though finn was beyond fond of carlos, max fewtrell had been the rock for him as he was growing in your tummy up to now and for sure in the future. he was almost his second father. and he was lando’s best friend. and finn adored max just as you know your second baby will as well, “i can tell my best friend today and you can tell yours, then we’ll talk a bit more about how we tell finn,”

“i like the sound of that, love,” your husband kisses your forehead, “we’ll tell max and y/b/f/n today, and then everyone else will find out after finn,”

“yes, lovely. i like the sound of that, lan,”

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pulling up to the track where lando’s quadrant video would be filmed, you let out a nervous sigh, hand involuntarily reaching for your stomach. your husband reaches across the console in the car, removing your hand and instead intertwining your fingers. a kiss to the back of your hand was all the reassurance you needed in that moment. 

parked in the lot, lando steps out of the vehicle, racing around the front of the car and opening the door for you, holding onto your hand as you step out as well. leading you both towards your giggly son in the backseat, your husband unstraps his seat belts, lifts him out of the car and pulls on his hand due to finn’s persistence to walk - like a big boy. the little family makes their way through a few gates and security checks before finally arriving near the rest of the quadrant group. 

“there’s the best godson in the world!” max lets out a squeal, bending down as finn sprints into his arms. 

“uncle maxxxx!” finn yells in his arms, laughing along to max proceeding to pick him up and spin him around. 

“hey!” your best friend comes out from behind you and lando to join the group, “does your godmother get any love?” she laughs heading over to max and finn.

“aunty y/b/f/n!” finn screams from max’s hold, wiggling to make his way towards your friend, “i dind’t know you come!” he squeaks out.

“your mommy called me! said you missed me, baby,” she laughs scooping your son up from max.

“i did! i miss you all!” finn’s arms wrap around her tightly as the entire quadrant group ‘awe’s’ at his words. 

“actually, finn, why don’t you go join niran and ria,” lando starts, reaching for your hand to hint at his intentions, “momma and daddy have to talk to max and y/b/f/n really fast, okay?”

“otay, daddy! but i see them later?”

“oh ya, bubs,” your husband nods as he helps his son down towards the group, “we have the rest of the day to hang out, this will just take a second, okay?”

“otay, daddy!” finn replies to lando’s direction, running off towards niran and ria, leaving the four of you alone in a distant part of the track.  

“uh oh,” max lets out, “are we in trouble?” 

“not at all,” you laugh in response, “quite the opposite really, we have some exciting news to share with the both of you,” tightening your grip on lando’s hand, you give him an approval nod to let go of the information.

“y/n’s pregnant!”

“WHAT!”

“OH MY GOSH!” your best friend takes a step towards you, holding you in her arms as she jumps a bit in excitement. max and lando are hugging, congratulations are shared as the pairs switch to the other respective partner. both max and y/b/f/n are tearing up, as you and your husband are trying hard not to do the same. 

“i think we’re going to tell finn tonight, so just keep it quiet,” your husband shares, max mocks his reprimand by zipping his lips shut as your best friend just continues to nod in excitement.

“and even after we tell finn, i think we’re just going to keep it quiet until i start to show, so let’s not tell anyone, alright?” you offer your worries next. 

“you’ve got it guys,” max nods, “we’ll keep it a secret,”

“i mean, we did pretty good with the last one,” your best friend laughs off in her agreement. 

-

after the long and exhausting day on the track, lando is hauling your son’s body up the stairs in his arms, the deadweight not budging once arriving inside your home. your husband carefully places him on the couch in the living room as you make your way into the kitchen in order to find something, anything to eat. a loud sigh behind you causes you to turn your head in it’s direction, coming face to face with your husband. 

“i don’t think it’s happening today,” 

“you mean telling finn, lan?”

“ya, he’s wiped out,”

“why are you so eager to tell him?” lando thinks for a moment at your question, reaching around you to the counter, popping a grape into his mouth. 

“i’m just excited, y/n,” he finally lets slip, “i want to buy things for the nursery, i want to buy baby clothes, i want to talk to little baby norris, i want to hear finn talk about how exciting this will be, i want to-”

“okay, lan,” you cut him off, moving to steal a kiss from his lips, “bright and early tomorrow, finn will know about little baby norris,”

“good,” he sighs in relief, kissing you again. 

-

the blinding light of the sun proceeds to have you blinking open your eyes, facing your husband who was leaning against the headboard, scrolling on his phone. 

“you’re finally awake, love,” he whispers towards you, a hand coming across your cheek to swipe the sleep from your eyes. they close for a brief moment to bask in the softness before shooting open as you scramble out of bed to race to the bathroom. several knocks at the door, your persistence to keep lando away from you, and then finally a flushed toilet and mouthwash rinsed out lead you to leaving the bathroom, eyes widening at the scene. 

lando is still leaning against the headboard, this time with his little mini me leaning against him as well. the tv is turned on to lando’s favorite show with a soft volume as your son is still fighting sleep on his fathers lap and a bottle of milk slowly slipping from his grasp. 

“y’alright, love?” your husband speaks softly as to not alarm the baby on his lap, you nodding in return, climbing back into the bed to be with your family. 

“why sick, mommy?” your son asks, sleepy gaze holding a bit of concern. 

“well, finn,” you sigh, reaching for your husband’s hand as you both look down at your son on his lap, “there is a baby growing in my tummy, and sometimes it’ll make me sick,”

“baby?” finn questions, looking up at his parents with curiosity. 

“ya, bubs,” lando laughs a bit, “you’re going to be a big brother! isn’t that exciting?”

“bwother…” finn sighs quietly, almost as if he’s testing the word to see if it feels correct rolling off his tongue. 

“aren’t you happy, baby?” you urge softly, eyeing your son, attempting to read his reaction. 

“will baby like me?” finn asks, his attention turning from you to lando.

“oh, bubs,” lando sigh, holding his son tightly as he responds, “the baby is going to love you,” he finishes off with a kiss to his head. finn finally smiles and giggles, climbing from lando’s lap over to yours, bending down to kiss your stomach.

“i wuv you, baby,” he giggles after the kiss, “i meet you soon!”

yours and your husband’s eyes meet as your son keeps kissing your belly, the non-verbal understanding that everything would be okay. 

[punkshort]

dad jokes

Pairing: (Hallmark) Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel and Sarah celebrate Father's Day with you and your family. Your sister's newest addition brings up a topic you've never discussed before with Joel.

Warnings: language, fluff (the cheesy hallmark kind), established relationship, reader has a nickname previously explained, smut (18+ MDNI), oral (m receiving), flirting, dirty talk

WC: 6.1K

Dividers by the one and only @saradika-graphics

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No matter how many times it happened, waking up in Joel's arms always put a smile on your face. His thick forearm laid heavy across your stomach and his broad chest was pressed against your back, cocooning you in his warmth. Even though it was mid June and the Texas heat was already beginning to rise, you refused to wiggle out of his grasp. You would rather overheat than not feel his exhale tickling the back of your neck or smell his familiar, intoxicating scent so close.

You cracked one eye open and glanced around his neat bedroom. Soon to be your shared bedroom, once the lease on your apartment was up next month. He had already insisted on bringing some of your things over and slowly your lives began to blend together. The end table closest to your side of the bed housed your things: a pink jar of lip balm, phone charger, a book, a few stray necklaces and some moisturizer. It looked like your things always belonged there, never out of place. Your eyes drifted towards his closet, which was already reorganized and you could see a few articles of your clothing hanging inside from the crack in the door. Your favorite purple blanket, although discarded for the past month or so now due to the temperature, was draped over an armchair in the corner of the room. Your smile grew when you saw the framed photo of the two of you Tommy took at Sarah's Christmas recital sitting prominently on the dresser.

Just when you thought your life couldn't get any more perfect, you felt Joel stir behind you and tighten is grip around your waist before his gravelly voice mumbled mornin' and his hand wandered down, slipping underneath the sheets to pluck at the hem of your sleep shorts.

"Happy Father's Day," you whispered over your shoulder. You felt him smile against your skin.

"Thank you, baby."

His hand slipped beneath your underwear and you sighed, arching your back when he began to tease, the rough pads of his fingers petting lightly between your legs. You felt his hardening length twitch against your ass and you bit your lip, temporarily getting lost in the moment before you remembered Sarah's surprise and you begrudgingly put your hand on his arm to stop him.

"We can't."

"Why?"

Just then you each heard a clattering in the kitchen below you and Sarah mutter something before the sink turned on.

"Sarah's making you pancakes."

Joel groaned. "But I don't want pancakes, I want somethin' else," and he began to rub his finger against your slit again, making you gasp.

"Joel," you whined as you began to pull away, "she's been planning this all week, come on."

He shifted onto his back and gave you a pathetic look. You giggled and rolled out of bed. "If I promise to give you your gift after she goes to bed tonight, would that make you feel better?"

"You bought me a gift?" he asked, suddenly becoming alert.

"Well, I wouldn't say I bought you something," you said as you began to change out of your pajamas. "But you'll still be thanking me."

Joel grinned and slid out of bed to join you in front of the closet, his arms wrapping around your waist and his lips latching onto the crook of your neck. "I like the sound of that."

"Dad!" Sarah called from the bottom of the stairs. "Hurry up! I have a surprise for you!"

"Go," you told him, pushing against his chest playfully. He pretended to stumble backwards, making you laugh before heading out into the hall and down the steps.

By the time you changed and washed up, Joel had already devoured half his breakfast. You stopped short when you entered the kitchen and burst out laughing when you saw the cheesy #1 Dad blue ball cap sitting cockeyed on top of his messy curls.

"Oh, this is just too good," you giggled before grabbing your phone out of your pocket and snapping a picture. "Great job, kiddo," you told Sarah when you passed by, ruffling her hair. She shot you a killer smile and went back in for more pancakes.

"What time is the barbecue again?" Sarah asked with her mouth full.

"Four, I think," you replied, pulling out your phone to check the text from your mom. "Oh! Bring your swimsuit. They want to use the pool."

"Yes!" Sarah whispered, triumphantly pumping her fist. "That pool is the coolest."

"Tiles in the center of the pool are hand painted by this artist your folks found just outside of the city. She had those ready to go before the concrete guys were even ready to pour, if you can believe it. Did I ever tell you 'bout the concrete guys?" You and Sarah exchanged amused glances and shook your heads, letting Joel ramble on. He was the contractor who built your parents' house the year prior and it was no secret it was one of his favorite projects, even before he got to meet you. Your parents adored him, as well. So much so that they invited him, Sarah and Tommy to their annual Christmas party, where you first met.

When breakfast was done, you volunteered to wash the dishes, which, after looking around the kitchen at the tornado Sarah left behind, you instantly regretted it. Naturally, Sarah noticed that she trapped you and before anyone could ask her to help, she disappeared up the stairs to her bedroom.

"I'll help, baby," Joel said as he tried to take the towel from over your shoulder. You scooted back, just out of reach, and shook your head.

"It's Father's Day, you shouldn't lift a finger," you replied. He grinned and leaned up against the counter instead, picking at some leftover bacon while you got to work. "Maybe this was my gift for you all along," you added with a wink. His hand froze halfway to his mouth, a piece of bacon hanging limply from his fingers as he stared at you.

"I was really hopin' it was somethin' better than doin' the dishes, darlin'."

"Yeah? Like what?" you asked innocently, batting your lashes, making him grin. His eyes drifted towards the door to the kitchen, making sure Sarah didn't sneak downstairs when he wasn't paying attention, then took a step forward.

"Like maybe you let me finish what I started this mornin'," he said, his voice dropping an octave. Your heart fluttered in your chest, your body already betraying you with just one small sentence, but you tried to keep your cool as you scrubbed a plate in the sink.

"Now, that would require lifting a finger, wouldn't it?" you teased. He gently brushed his knuckles against your back, taking yet another step closer while you rinsed the plate.

"It would require a couple, actually, but I'm more than willin' to put in a little work."

"So generous of you, but I was thinking I could be the one doing all the work tonight," you whispered, turning to ghost your lips over his and blindly washing a fork.

"Yeah?" he breathed, practically falling into a trance as he stared into your eyes.

"Mhm, but I wouldn't stop you if you used those fingers to pull my hair when I'm on my knees with your-"

"Dad?" Sarah called from the top of the stairs, making you both jump. You stifled your giggles when Joel took a deep, ragged breath and raked his fingers through his hair before adjusting himself and walking towards the kitchen door.

"Yeah, baby girl?"

"Where are the beach towels?"

"Sarah, it's ten in the mornin', we ain't goin' to the barbecue til later."

"I know, but I wanna lay outside for a bit before it gets too hot."

Joel rolled his eyes and you grinned while you finished up the dishes. "I think they're in the basement, I'll get 'em." He turned back to you and pinned you with a familiar, heated look. "We ain't done here."

"Is that a promise?"

He chuckled and shook his head before swinging open the basement door and disappearing down the stairs.

It was on the car ride over to your parents' house when it hit him: this was the first Father's Day where he didn't have to do anything. Before you, Joel was completely alone. Sure, Tommy helped when he could, but Tommy also had his own life. For so many years it was just him and Sarah, and as much as she tried to take things off his plate as she got older, she still wasn't old enough to make her own money or drive a car to get him a gift for any special occasion. At Christmas, Tommy helped her out, but his birthday and Father's Day were always different. Those were times he gave her money from his wallet and pretended not to watch which stores she filtered in and out of at the mall.

He loved his little girl more than anything and he was happy that she even cared enough to put any thought into a gift for him over the years, but this year? It was special. You took Sarah to the grocery store to get supplies for breakfast when he was at work. You took her to the mall and you helped her wrap that stupid hat and the DVDs of a couple action flicks he'd been wanting to see.

In just six short months, you managed to change everything.

His hand drifted across the seat to your thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze, his fingers curling around your leg lovingly. You turned your head from the open window, hair flying every which way in the wind, to give him a dazzling smile while his daughter listened to music in the backseat, her bathing suit on underneath her clothes and a towel tucked under her arm.

How could he ever properly explain to you what you've done to him? To the both of them? You probably didn't even think twice about taking Sarah to get him a gift, it just came second nature to you. But to him, it meant the world.

He released your thigh and found your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles before stretching your arm across the seat, flipping your hand over and then pressing a kiss in your palm, all the while keeping his eyes pinned on the road.

You wiggled your fingers, tickling his chin playfully, making him smile. At a stop light, he glanced in the review mirror at Sarah smiling down at something on her phone.

His life finally felt complete. The only thing he had left to do was make it official.

Sarah leaned forward, arms stretching over the back of the seats to show you her phone. She was excitedly telling you about some famous pop star that just announced he was releasing a new album at the end of the month along with tour dates and you nodded along, pretending to be just as enthused.

"I mean, look at this album cover. He's so dreamy. Isn't he so cool?" Sarah asked with a goofy smile on her face.

"Mmm, absolutely. The coolest," you replied.

"Well, you know why he's so cool, don't you?" Joel chimed in. Sarah frowned, confused. "'Cause he's got a lotta fans."

The corners of his mouth pulled into a grin, eyes flicking back and forth between you and his daughter, waiting for a reaction that never came. You both just stared at him blankly. "Oh, c'mon, that was a good one!" he moaned as he pulled into the driveway. You hid your smile behind your hand as Sarah rolled her eyes and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Don't quit your day job, Dad."

"I bet your old man'll find it funny," Joel said to you after Sarah piled out of the truck.

"I have no doubt about that," you told him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the passenger seat to trail after Sarah, who had ran right to the gate leading to the backyard.

"Happy Father's Day!" you sang out when you opened the gate to find your dad messing around with the grill. His eyes snapped up to yours and his round face lit up before stretching his arms open wide for a hug.

"Thanks, Buck," he murmured into your hair, arms so tight around your ribs that you could barely breathe.

"Happy Father's Day, Mr. Paul," Sarah chirped, and your dad released you in favor of pulling her into a much more delicate half hug.

"Thank you, sweetie. Where's your old man?"

"Right here," Joel replied, closing the gate behind him. "Happy Father's Day, Paul," he added once he got closer, reaching an arm out to shake your father's hand, but your dad grabbed it and pulled Joel in for a hug and a loud slap on the back. You giggled and looked away when you saw Joel's face. Your father was a big man and sometimes forgot his own strength.

"Happy Father's Day, Joel," your dad answered once he finally released him. "C'mon, lemme get you a beer from the garage." The two of them wandered back down the path towards the gate while you and Sarah hopped up the stairs to the deck. The sliding glass door was partially open and you could hear your two month old niece's wails before you even stepped inside.

Your mom, who was busy flying around the kitchen in the same green apron she's owned since you were little, planted quick pecks on your cheeks before pulling plates of burgers and chicken out of the refrigerator.

"Sarah, honey, could you take these out to Mr. Paul for me? Then feel free to jump in that pool, it's getting too hot out there."

"Yes, ma'am," Sarah said excitedly before jumping in to help.

"Bucky, can you find your sister and see if she needs any help with Anna?"

"Already on it!" you called over your shoulder. You peered into the living room, spotting a baby swing and portable crib with a loose pack of diapers shoved underneath, but no baby. You followed the noises down the hall to your father's den where your sister, Cassie, and her husband, Josh, were desperately trying to quiet down your niece. Just one look at them and you knew they were beyond exhausted. Their eyes looked a little red and your sister's hair wasn't styled in her usual, meticulous fashion.

"Hey, why don't I give it a try?" you offered, stretching out your arms. Your sister and Josh looked at you, relief flooding their faces.

"Oh, thank you, Buck," Cassie said before handing over Anna. Josh draped a fresh burp cloth over your shoulder so you could press Anna's chest against yours, her perfect little face screaming into your shoulder.

You shushed her and gently bounced on the balls of your feet. She continued to yell but you could tell her voice was beginning to quiet down a bit. "Why don't you guys go relax and I'll come get you if I need you?"

"Are you sure?" Josh asked, but Cassie was already grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door.

"Consider it your Father's Day present," you told him with a wink. He grinned and mouthed thank you before following your sister back towards the kitchen.

"Alright, Annie, it's just you and me now. No need for all that drama," you murmured into her ear. She took a few deep breaths then yawned, occasionally filling the room with a tiny shriek but otherwise seemed to be calming down. You walked back and forth across the room, whispering whatever you could think of to her, knowing it didn't really matter because all that she really liked was the vibrations in your chest, anyway. When you ran out of things to say and she was still awake, but quiet, you began to hum. You stood in front of the bay window, looking out at the front yard and admiring your mother's garden, swaying back and forth and humming some song you heard on the radio when Joel snuck up the hall holding two beers. When he spotted you, your back to him with Anna falling asleep on your shoulder, he stopped dead in his tracks.

He couldn't stop fucking looking at you. The image made his breath hitch in his throat and his stomach clench. Suddenly, sleepless nights where he carried Sarah around on his shoulder flashed before his eyes. He was so young and scared and convinced he was doing everything wrong. But watching you in that moment he somehow knew you would be a natural with a baby of your own. You always had a way that made him feel calm, secure, safe.

You never brought up the topic of having kids before. He always wondered but he worried he would be asking too soon. Then he realized how foolish that seemed when he had an engagement ring already purchased and hidden in his dresser.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to move, quietly entering the den. You turned around at the noise and smiled.

"Is she out?" you whispered. He crept forward and tilted his head, noting Anna's eyes were shut and her pacifier was dangling from her lips. He nodded and you pretended to wipe sweat from your brow. He shifted out of the way so you could slowly sway out the door and back into the hallway where the pack and play was set up. You could hear your family's voices muffled through the sliding glass door and the faint sounds of splashing coming from the pool as you carefully leaned forward to put Anna in the crib.

"Can't believe how big she is already," he whispered, hooking his chin over your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I know. Did it feel like Sarah grew up this fast?"

Joel laughed softly and kissed the back of your neck before stepping away. "Actually, no. Doin' it so young was tough. I was so nervous, every hour felt like a year. And Char wasn't a huge help before she left. She wasn't really present."

You gave him a sympathetic look before taking the beer he held out for you. "I'm sorry, Joel."

"No need to be sorry. Everythin' worked out exactly like it was supposed to." He tipped his bottle to gentle tap against yours before taking a sip, watching you nervously as you did the same. He cleared his throat and glanced over at Anna once more, too anxious to look at you when he asked, "is that somethin' you'd want one day? Kids?"

Your eyes widened, lips parting in surprise before you shifted your weight. Were you nervous, too?

"Uh, well, yeah, sure, you know, but it's not, like, a dealbreaker or anything." The embarrassment crept up your chest and neck, making your cheeks feel hot under his gaze.

"What'dya mean, 'dealbreaker'?" he asked curiously, and you shrugged.

"Well, I'm not trying to jump way ahead or anything, I know we haven't been together long," you began to explain, flicking your hair and fanning the back of your neck. You were nervous. The thought made him smile. If you only knew. "I just mean, you've already done the baby thing, so if it's something you didn't want to do, I'm totally fine with-"

"I do," he said immediately. Your gaze snapped up and a huge smile spread across your face.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said breathlessly with a smile matching yours. "With you? Hell yeah."

You laughed softly, glancing at Anna to make sure she was still sound asleep. "Well, then. That's... yeah. Wow, okay, glad we covered that." You sounded so damn cute when you were all flustered and nervous he couldn't help but cup your cheek and press his lips against yours, putting a stop to your rambling.

"I don't care how long we've been together, I love you," he whispered against your mouth. "Never loved anyone as much as I love you."

Your eyes glistened when you gazed up lovingly at him, your small hand tucking a stray curl around his ear. "Me too, Joel," you gave him one more chaste kiss before pulling back and taking his hand. "Why don't we go rejoin the party?"

He nodded and let you lead him through the kitchen and back out onto the deck where your family was relaxing under the shade of the umbrella, watching Sarah show off her diving skills.

"Hey, Joel, help me out with the grill, yeah?" your dad called from the patio. He tipped his chin in acknowledgement before kissing the top of your head and jogging down the steps.

"She's down?" Cassie asked when you collapsed into the patio chair next to her.

"Yep, sure is."

"You're a miracle worker, Bucky," Cassie sighed before tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

"Nah, she just loves me the most."

Without looking, Cassie shot one leg out to kick you, hitting you squarely on the thigh.

"Ouch! Mom!" you whined, rubbing the spot on your leg. Joel turned around from the grill when he heard you and grinned.

"Bucky, be serious. You're both adults now, do I really still need to referee your fights?"

You pouted then scowled when you saw the smirk on your sister's face.

"Hey, this might be a bad time to ask, but do you think you could watch Anna next Saturday?" Cassie asked sheepishly, making you laugh.

"Yeah, I guess so," you said. "I was going to move some more of my stuff into Joel's place but I suppose I could change my plans for my favorite niece."

"Oh, that's right. Your lease is up soon, isn't it?" Josh asked and you nodded before taking a sip of your beer.

"Next month."

"Big step," your mom said, but she had mischievous a look in her eye that matched the small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, I guess so," you replied, giving her a curious frown, "although I spend so much time at their house as it is, it hardly feels like it."

"Oh, you never know. It might take you by surprise," she said before taking a sip from her cocktail. Cassie looked back and forth between you with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you talking about, mom?" she pried, but your mom waved her off.

"Oh, nothing! I'm just trying to say it's a big, exciting step." She checked the time on her watch and stood up. "I have to check the mac and cheese," she said, then disappeared quietly inside the house.

"That was weird," you muttered, glancing over your shoulder to check on Sarah.

"She's always been weird," Cassie shrugged. "But things are going good with you guys I take it?"

"Yeah," you replied, borderline dreamily. "Things are great."

Cassie leaned in, her sister intuition tingling, silently urging you to elaborate. You bit your lip, glancing quickly at Josh who appeared to be half asleep in the sun.

"He asked me if I ever wanted to have kids," you whispered, but her high pitched squeal blew your cover when both Joel and your dad turned around to look at her.

"She saw a bee!" you called over to them and they shrugged before turning back to the meat on the grill.

"Sorry!" she whispered, then clutched your hand. "Bucky, that's so exciting! What did you say?"

"Well, I was honest with him but I really didn't think he would want any more. Sarah's a teenager already, I thought he was past that point in his life, but..." you trailed off and snuck a peek in his direction, your gaze sliding over his broad shoulders and tanned skin. "I was wrong."

"Oh, my god, Buck. What if we were pregnant at the same time?"

"Shh!" you hissed with a finger against your lips. "You just had a baby and you're already thinking about the next one?"

"Our kids could grow up together and be best friends. Oh, my god I'm so excited, I could die!" she said, ignoring you.

"Cas! I'm not getting pregnant tonight! There's a few more steps that usually happen before having a baby."

"Well, shit, if he's asking you those types of questions, I have a hunch he's got the big question locked and loaded," she replied before putting on her sunglasses and leaning back in her chair with a sigh.

Your eyes went wide and your pulse thrummed excitedly in your neck. "You think?"

"Mhm."

You had been so focused on moving in with Joel and Sarah the past few months that you never really thought past that step. For whatever reason, being with Joel always felt natural. Like you didn't belong anywhere else but right by his side. When you thought about your future, Joel and Sarah were always a part of it, like it was a given they would be in your life forever. But, naturally, forever generally implied an engagement and wedding, something you never gave much thought to. Then your mind drifted back to the night before Cassie gave birth, when Joel came to your door after he and Tommy had to much to drink at a bar nearby and he casually mentioned he wanted to spend his life with you, that he already bought a ring. Even though he quickly backtracked and claimed it was a joke, it still stuck in the back of your mind.

You looked over at Joel again, trying to envision him in a tux and standing under an altar, gazing down at you with tears in his eyes. And then suddenly, mid-fantasy, he turned to you and smiled. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach when you smiled back and he gave you a wink.

"So I said, he's got a lotta fans, get it?" Joel finished saying, sending your dad into a fit of laughter. "Told ya he'd think it was funny," he said when he turned to you with a grin. You just rolled your eyes and took another bite of chicken.

"Yeah, then I told him not to quit his day job," Sarah piped up from the other side of the table. Joel leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Well, I'd tell you a construction joke, but I'm still workin' on it."

The whole table cracked up at that one, Sarah included.

"Joel, where's Tommy today?" your mom asked. "He knows he's always welcome, doesn't he?"

"Oh, 'course he does. He's been busy with a new lady friend," Joel replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Hey, that's great," your dad said.

"He's such a handsome man, I'm so glad to hear he's found someone," your mom added.

"Handsome? What'dya mean by that, Martha?" your father questioned, crossing his arms and pretending to be jealous. You and Cassie exchanged glances and rolled your eyes.

"Oh, stop it," she replied, swatting his arm with her napkin while trying to hide the flush that was creeping up her neck.

"Sarah, how'd you do on exams?" Cassie asked as she lifted Anna onto her shoulder to burp her.

Sarah launched into a full breakdown of her school year, highlighting her favorite classes and teachers. Joel watched with a dopey smile on his face while she told the table she was going to continue violin lessons over the summer and she also planned on trying out for a summer soccer league.

"Sounds like you'll be busy, Joel," Josh joked with a nudge.

"Yeah, what else is new," he replied, pretending to be exasperated but in reality, he couldn't be happier. Seeing his little girl so full of life and energy was all he ever needed. "But at least now I'll have a bit of help," Joel added, draping his arm across the back of your chair.

"Oh, Joel, do not let Bucky take Sarah to soccer," Cassie warned. Your parents were already laughing, knowing what she was going to say. "She takes sports way too seriously. If you're not careful, she's gonna be out there in the middle of the field yelling at the refs and getting Sarah thrown out of the game."

"I will not!" you exclaimed defensively, but Sarah and Joel were already laughing.

"Bucky, c'mon, don't make me remind you of fifth grade softball-"

"Cassie, that was ages ago!"

"What happened in softball?" Sarah asked excitedly, picking up on the energy from all the adults.

Cassie went on to tell a very elaborate and exaggerated version of events in which you felt like the pitcher was intentionally trying to hit you with the ball and it nearly caused a fist fight amongst both teams. You just sat back and rolled your eyes, then you felt Joel's fingers graze the back of your arm.

"Don't listen to her, she's a liar," you told him quietly so only he could hear. He grinned and leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"That's too bad, I like the idea of you gettin' all fiery and worked up."

Your heart skipped a beat at the tone in his voice and you mouthed the word bad, making him chuckle.

Joel didn't want to rush Sarah out of the pool and the weather was so perfect, it was close to nine when you finally decided to pack up and leave, Cassie and Josh already having left hours before to put Anna to bed.

"I'm so tired," Sarah yawned from the backseat.

"Swimming and all that sun'll do that to you," Joel told her.

"Mr. Paul offered to take us fishing one day, Dad. D'you think we can go? He says he knows a spot where the bass are over a foot long each."

Joel smiled to himself. A year ago, all he and Sarah had was Tommy and a few cousins who came by twice a year from out of town. Now it seemed like they had a whole new family, and it was all because of you. "Yeah, sure. Sounds like a great time."

You were fresh out of the shower, inspecting your skin for any sunburn when Joel entered your bedroom looking beat. He slid off his jeans with a groan and collapsed into bed with his forearm thrown over his eyes.

Flicking off the bathroom light, you wandered over to the bed, dragging a finger up the inside of his thigh. He moved his arm so he could look at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Too tired for your gift?" you asked sweetly.

He smirked and shook his head. "Never too tired for you, baby."

With his arms spread wide, he motioned for you to join him on the bed. Starting at his legs, you slowly crawled up his body, maintaining steady eye contact the whole way until your nose was nudging gently against his.

"I liked all your dad jokes today," you murmured right before placing a tender kiss against his plush lips. "Really very fitting for the occasion."

"Mm, got one more f'you," he replied, voice matching your low tone.

You tipped your head back a bit so you could see his eyes.

"Let's hear it."

He grinned and pulled you back towards him, nuzzling his nose into your neck, breathing in deep the smell from your floral shampoo. "What goes in hard and comes out soft?"

You giggled and you felt him smile against your skin.

"Um, I can think something," you whispered, nipping playfully at his ear. Then you dropped your hand to cup him between his legs and his breath stalled. You pulled down the waistband of his boxers and looked at his erection bobbing heavy between your bodies. You hummed and gave him a coy smile before leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and, shimmying down between his legs, carefully wrapped your fingers around his cock.

When he first felt your tongue flick out and tease him, he inhaled sharply and gently combed his fingers through your hair with a sigh.

"Fuck, baby, you dirty thing. I was gonna say pasta," he moaned when you took his swollen tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around, allowing your saliva to pool and drip past your lips. When he gasped and rolled his hips, you felt a flutter in your lower belly, your own arousal building just from listening to him fall apart from your mouth.

You relaxed your jaw and tried to steady your breathing as you took him deeper, making sure to keep your tongue moving, sliding up and down his smooth skin. You smiled around him when he groaned so loud he had to bite his fist, his display of weakness only encouraging you to move faster, hollowing your cheeks and taking him a little deeper each time you sunk back down.

"W-wait, stop - shit," he gasped before giving your hair a gentle pull. You released him and gazed up into his eyes, your lips all red and wet as you panted for air.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin', just gonna come if you keep goin'. C'mon, take these off-" he reached for your shorts but you squirmed away with a frown.

"I told you, Joel. You're not lifting a finger on Father's Day."

"But what 'bout-"

"I wanna take care of you, Joel. Will you let me? Please?" you asked with a little pout. You could see it in the way he looked at you now, you had said something he really wanted to hear. So you tried it again. "You do so much for everyone else. Let me do this for you," you whispered, and when you felt his fingers loosen and fall from your hair, you grinned and turned your attention back to his cock. Slowly, you stroked him up and down, admiring his length before pressing a few kisses to his leaking tip.

"Goddamn, that feels nice," he whispered, closing his eyes briefly to savor the feeling of your warm, soft mouth enveloping him once again. You hummed and he jolted underneath you, the vibrations sending a shockwave through his limbs. "Oh, yeah, there you go," he cooed when you began to take him faster, your tongue swirling around him as you bobbed up and down. "Fuck, you look so good like this, y'know that? You -" he gasped when he felt the tip of his cock nudge the back of your throat and his fingers immediately got tangled in your hair once again. It took everything you had to keep breathing and not gag around him.

"Oh, god," he moaned, his jaw clenching as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release. You rubbed your thighs together, the ache between your legs unbearable with all the praise and noises he was lavishing on you since you started.

"Fuck, baby, I'm - where? W-where? Quick," he whined as his hips involuntarily bucked up into your mouth. You didn't want to take him from your mouth to answer so you caught his eye, his face looking wrecked and sweaty, and gave him a wink, hoping that would convey your message.

His hand cradled the back of your head as he suddenly bent forward, whimpering your name with a string of curses attached and that was when you felt his warmth first hit your tongue. You moaned quietly at the salty taste, swallowing down each spurt of his release until his muscles relaxed and he fell back onto his pillow with a groan.

"God," he whispered, his chest heaving. He watched in a daze as you carefully drew back, giving the tip one more kiss and sending a shudder down his spine before wiping the corner of your mouth with a grin and climbing up to lay next to him in bed.

He rolled over and cupped your cheek, kissing you with his tongue sliding past your lips. You could feel his heartbeat thumping against his chest, against your chest, and you moaned into his mouth.

"Happy Father's Day," you whispered hoarsely when he pulled away to kiss your forehead.

"Thank you, baby. But now it's your turn," he told you with a sly smirk. He began to inch his way down your body, his lips dragging over your chest, but you stopped him.

"I told you, you're not lifting a finger today."

His eyes shifted to the clock next to your bed. "It's past midnight," he told you before he continued to work his way down, leaving kisses down your stomach before tugging at your shorts.

You sighed and settled into the pillows, eyes sliding shut. "Well, in that case..."

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kinich aggressively kissing you to the point you cant breathe. I can js imagine him holding your head against his and groaning while kissing you and then liQBQQHQJQKADFJTB AAAHAHEBWBS KINICH BRAINROT IS REAL

LIKE HE'LL TAKE BREATHS EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE BUT HE WONT STOP AND HE'LL BE LIKE

"I love your lips s'much."

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──── ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა kiss 'till we're naked !﹒⟢﹒

ᯓ★ ── . summ. wherein kinich can't stop looking at your lips, why not give him a taste?

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ director's note. new layout ++ cute request!! i'll write more tonight, for now enjoy kinich crumbszzz, day 1 of kinktober :3

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader

ᯓ★ ── . warnings. nsfw, making out/kissing, switch!kinich kind of (leaning more onto sub, I received the asks wherein they ask for sub!kinich soo), switch!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, riding (kinich receiving)

no one would've expected to see renowned hunter- kinich, pinning his long-time childhood crush friend to the couch. a hand to cup your cheek, this tasted better than victory.

a charged silence was shared between you both, you certainly did love your childhood best friend, platonically and romantically. he maintained eye contact with you, you were somewhat spread out in front of him.

"may i kiss you, pretty?" he pleaded, maintaining a stare that told you everything you needed to know. he wanted you so bad, he needed you. he gulped, getting closer to your face.

you could feel a rush of heat flush to your lips- by the time you realized, you had already closed your eyes as he leaned in. it felt like the world stopped for a moment, his warm breath could be felt over your nape.

but finally- their lips touch. a kiss wasn't just something you reciprocated with your mouth. no, to kinich; it was his whole body reacting to how you felt against his lips.

in no way shape or form was the first long passionate kiss you both shared perfect, but it was damn near close. he pulled away, a smile dancing across his face. he's still in shock, but that is not to say he didn't enjoy it.

his hand held your face carefully, inspecting it before going in for a shy peck on your lips. that was at first, but progressively he started to ask for more each time.

you both shared a small, quick, yet passionate kiss for a sudden moment. it was just like any other evening looking up through the roof of your shared home- the sky was just an ocean of stars. as they stared back into the scene before them. "..can i have one more?"

and something around five... six... seven kisses later, you already went this far, might as well continue from there. he slowly took his gloves off, running the pads of his rough palms across your body.

you could feel every grunt, and groan he let out against your lips. pulling away for a moment just to breathe, and get right back into it. . his warm touch making sure to explore as much as he could (and only the areas you were comfortable with)

kinich starts off by placing kisses down on your body- you couldn't help but giggle, a hand in his hair as he continued. "kin.. that tickles." he placed one more kiss, trailing back up from your stomach to your lips. "for the times you took care of me when I was sick back then."

another peck. "for the time you dragged me to your home so I could eat with you and your parents back when we were younger.."

"and.." one last soft peck he places, his lips aren't chapped anymore. the saliva made the texture of his mouth was a lot softer than before, at least that's what you noticed.

"for making me feel at home." -he continued. archons was he so in love with you.

you smirk as you decide to pull him in by his collar, a blush running up his neck, to his ears. heavily breathing after the bold move you just made. you couldn't help but hold his face closer. flipping your position over; positioning him under you.

you straddled yourself atop his hips, feeling him through your clothed cunt. the intoxicating sense of whatever kinich had in mind wasn't something you'd think he'd plan, but you won't complain of course.

aligning the head of his cock into your oh-so-sweet hole, he couldn't help but groan. "haah- s- s'good pretty.." you couldn't help but arch your own back, you already felt dizzy and it was 'just the tip'.

you started to sink down slowly onto his shaft. fuck it felt so good, his headwear over his eyes, he could feel the way your velvety walls clenched around the base of his dick.

his hands kneaded your waist, the more you whimpered, each time that he hit your center of pleasure. only getting more turned on how each time you roughly slapped yourself down onto him made such loud noises, it probably could echo out the window nearby.

plop plop plop! "ssshit baby, slow down, 'm not going anywhere.." his breath hitched for a moment as you rolled your heavenly hips against his.

"k- kiinnnn ahh fffuckk!" you shuddered from the way his cock hit your g-spot so well. " 'm also close, pretty, shiitt waitt.." feeling his length literally throb inside you.

kinich loved the way his cock split you wide open, your thighs trembling even with the first thrust when you sank down onto him. ohhh he felt himself getting even closer.

"mmf fffuck- keep talking to me, baby." the lusty tone in your voice made him even harder against your sweet little cunt. he wanted to hear everything- from how his cock made you feel better than any other guy has. they didn't deserve you anyway. to how it feels getting such lengthy girth inside you.

you suddenly gasp as your orgasm came almost as a surprise, kinich slamming you down harshly onto his hips, his head threw back, and your eyes rolled back. "ahhn- fffuck c- cumming-!"

kinich who felt his orgasm come faster as well, hearing the way you moaned out to him, telling him how he was so good for you, you creamed on his cock. he felt his load shoot up inside you. leaning closer to your chest.

"..can i kiss you?"

"again?"

"please?"

dunno about this, it seems pretty okay ish I didn't mean to make it smut at first tho LOL

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

omg can u do a small drabble where we’re arguing w toji and whenever we ask him a question he just reply’s with “no maam” or “yes maam” i need these so bad.

Yes Mam

Tags: Toji x fem!Reader, drabble, very slight angst, more fluff and crack than anything lol

An: Hiii! Thanks for your submission! I hope you don’t mind, but I added some period comfort throughout lol.

It had been a bad day.

It was the first and most brutal day of your period, and everything had been going wrong so far.

“Toji Fushiguro!” You shouted as your bottom touched the bitter cold toilet water. With no toilet seat to catch you, you had fallen right inside the bowl.

Your husband had a bad habit of leaving it up in the mornings. He was groggy when waking up, and he would forget to put the seat back down for you. When he was awake, he’d make a conscious effort to put it down so you wouldn’t fall in.

You were usually cautious enough to check before sitting down, but today you were in a rush and in too much of a pained headspace to think about checking. Thus, you had fallen right inside the golden throne with your knees to your chest and your bottom all cold and wet.

“Mam?” Toji replied as he peaked his head into the bathroom. His face contorted into the tightest expression to fight back a laugh. He knew that if he laughed at you right now, your mood would he sour for the rest of the day.

“You left the goddamn toilet seat up!” You whined, trying your best to let out a frustrated growl. Toji found you to be more cute than intimidating.

“I’m sorry, babydoll. Come here. Let me help you.” He said as he walked into the bathroom, extending his arm out to you as a peace offering.

You shook your head, deciding to get yourself up. You didn’t want peace. You needed retribution for his cosmic sin!

Toji watched as you climbed out of the toilet bowl. His lips were still pressed in a thin line. He could not even crack a smile right now.

“Did you even take out the trash like I asked?” You asked with a pointed gaze. Now, it was time to see what other misdeeds Toji had committed.

“Yes mam.” He replied as his gaze softened. He knew you were having a rough time and needed to vent out some frustrations. Too bad for you, Toji had been working around the house since he got out of bed this morning.

“What about the dishes-?”

“Washed and put away, mam.”

“…Okay… what about that leaky faucet? Did you get it fixed?”

“Yes mam.”

“Oh… uh.. What about the light bill?”

“Paid it this morning, mam.”

“Stop calling me that.” You finally snapped with a small pout. You were interrogating him like his mother, and he was responding to you as if you were his mom. It was weird and unsettling. “I’m doll or baby or some weird mixture of both — not mam.” Your lips curled into a pout that had Toji finally giving you his lopsided grin.

“C’mere, dollface.” He grunted as you got back decent and walked over to him, leaning into his embrace. He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. “I got it, okay? You go relax in bed for the day. I know ya ain’t feeling good.”

You melted under his touch and caring tone. Toji didn’t seem like the type to be so gentle and patient, but it came easy when it was with you. He adored you, and he felt this innate desire to just provide and take care of you.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured weakly into his chest, and Toji rubbed soothing circles into your back.

“I know. It’s okay.” He assured you quietly before taking your hand and leading you back to your shared bedroom. He already had you a little spot prepared with your favorite blanket, a heating pad, pain medicine, and a cup of water.

Once he got you settled in, he handed you your nintendo switch and dimmed the lights. “Text me if ya need me, doll. I’m going out to try to fix that tire pressure sensor in your car.” He informed.

“Okay..” You replied in a shaky tone. Your eyes were full of tears. No one had ever taken care of you like Toji does. He’s truly set an unattainable standard for anyone else to reach.

“Don’t cry.” Toji laughed as he brushed the tears away from your cheeks. Your hormones must be affecting you like crazy to make you go from seething to crying within a minute.

“I love you, Toji.” You said, nuzzling your face into his arm.

“I love you too, mam.” He replied with a small kiss to your cheek and a head pat. You shot him a small glare from that dreadful nickname he has developed.

Toji quickly fled the room before your hormones could shift again.

[cthulhus-curse]

What To Expect When You're Expecting

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 11,175

Warnings: Angst, Degradation, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Miscarriage, Other, Pregnancy, Reader has a Penis, Smut | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Wanda’s pregnancy is a journey you’d never let her transverse by herself, so through every little moments of it, you are there by her side holding her hand whether good or bad moments ensue.

Wide, hazy green eyes flickered over the small stick beneath them. They tried to make sense of it, to find an explanation for it, among the others scattered in the room that shared similar results. Teeth grabbed her bottom, chapped lip in their grasp. They dug themselves deep enough to draw small bits of blood, but nothing was enough to avert her gaze away – away from the two lines that showed a positive result that other tests shared.

After her period had been late and a mysterious sickness overtook her each morning with a heightened sensitivity for certain smells, Wanda knew to rush to the store and buy enough pregnancy tests to get concise results. She waited patiently, and when they all came about with the similar conclusion, her giddiness soon turned to dread. Surely she hadn’t been careful, the point had always been for her to reach such a place after months of discussing it with you, and yet it was impossible to rid herself of the tight knot forming in her chest. Once again, she had to duck as she threw up, and the tears in her eyes were from both excitement and fear. 

“Honey, I’m home!”

Stuck in her trance, Wanda barely took in the words as you passed through the front door. She cleaned her mouth, and while standing gripping the bathroom sink, she couldn’t help but look up at herself. Her breathing was ragged, surely her sudden anxiety making the most of the situation. Previously she had been ready, even joyous, to find such a result, but when reality came about, Wanda nearly ran from the responsibility of it all. 

“Hey, where are you? You’re not gonna believe what happed to Jen at work. We were walking to get lunch and she tri- Wanda?” Your voice grew louder the closer you got. Soon enough you stood in the middle of your shared bedroom inside a seemingly empty house – apart from the light peeking from under the bathroom door that was. Frowning, you carefully stood before it and lightly knocked. “Wanda, are you in there?”

There came no response as Wanda grew lightheaded. She could feel her knees beginning to give out as her thoughts went blank, all except for that small twinge of insecurity that made its way across her mind. You’re not good enough, it said. And as she fell against the floor, her backside stinging, a feeling that mirrored the tears cascading down her face, Wanda believed it. 

“Baby? Is this…” You didn’t want to assume, but based on previous experiences, you posed the question. “Did you get your period? I can go get your heating pad and put on a sitcom while I run to the store and get you some chocolate. Oh, I can even make you those salted caramel banana pancakes you like and get you some meds for the pain.” All you received as a reply was a choke sob, and although it could be nothing, you wouldn’t dare take a chance. “Shit, that’s not good,” you mumbled before trying the door handle again. “Honey, I’m coming in!”

A mental note was made for you to remind yourself to repair the door after you used all your strength to crack it open. Hissing, you stared down at the broken lock, but alas, that was not your focus. Instead you went to Wanda’s aid, and as soon as you saw her sitting in the corner of the bathroom so disheveled and finding it difficult to catch her breath, you were on your knees before her.

Your hands clutched Wanda’s shaky ones. They squeezed tight to signify your appearance, to show your wife that she was there, that she was safe with you. Leaning in, you pressed your lips against her clammy forehead and left them there as you pulled her close to you. Even in her highly frightened state, she knew to throw herself onto you and allow herself to be comforted. 

“Shh you’re safe, sweetheart. You’re right here at home safe in my arms. See?” You accented your words by running your hand up and down her arm, and cupping her face, cleaning up tears, so she could feel you. “You’re safe, Wanda.”

Minutes passed until she could finally catch her breath. Wanda cried out loud, but the sounds were muffled by your chest as she nuzzled against. Ever since you had met her, she dealt with extreme bouts of anxiety that left her frozen. Quickly you learned to comfort her during those times, but it was rare for Wanda to exhibit such feelings after a long time of being fine.

She was still shaky and her sight seemed unfocused, but once she stopped crying, Wanda finally spoke. “I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh?” You frowned as your brain rummaged to take in the words and make sense of them. It had been months of non-stop work to get to that point, so as soon as you registered them, your eyes widened. “Oh!”

“They’re all…” Wanda exhaustively looked around the bathroom, nudging a pregnancy test with her hand to show you. “They’re all positive. I know this is what we’ve been trying for, but I’m scared. I can’t do this, Y/N?”

“How come? You’re the most capable and confident woman I know,” you mumbled as you brushed wild strands of red away from Wanda’s face. “You’ll be a great mother, Wanda. That little peanut would be lucky to have you as a mom, if that’s what you still want.”

Wanda knew it to be true, and although she would always have the option to not go through with the pregnancy, the thought of having a small kid running around the house made her smile before her thoughts turned sour. “But what if something happens to me or you like it happened to…them?” 

The crash had occurred during your childhood. You knew Wanda then, and as soon as you heard of your parents getting into an accident, your blood turned cold. You were only kids during that time. Back then you didn’t stop crying whenever the slightest mention of your parents came about, and it was up to both Wanda and Pietro, their family as well, to comfort the lonely orphan they left behind. Although you didn’t dare bring up your parents much, it surely had been something you gave thought you when trying for a child. 

“That’s not going to happen, honey. I promise,” you reassured her. “Plus, I’d do anything to keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you or to myself, okay? Not under my watch.”

“Thank you,” Wanda stuttered out weakly. “I, uhm, I know I’m showing the exact opposite, but I’m really happy right now.”

There was nothing for you to feel, but as you dragged a hand to Wanda’s stomach, one of her own subsequently flying to yours, your heart skipped a beat. “Me too, baby.”

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During the first trimester you were focused entirely on educating yourself about the baby on the way. Wanda had gone to see Dr. Harkness, a friend of hers at that, who only gave more certainty to the pregnancy. She hissed the first time the gel was squirted onto her belly as a wand soon came to pass over it. The six weeks mark passed, and an entire month after you two had found out was finally met. 

“Well that’s definitely a fetus in there,” Agatha hummed as she stared at the screen. She left the wand unmoving, turning to a laying Wanda for you and her to see the screen. There was barely anything there but a small circle she deemed as the baby. “Everything looks fine. The little bugger is about the size of a sweet pea right about now. You see that blob right there?” Agatha pointed at the circle. “That’s your baby.” 

“Our baby,” Wanda repeated with adoration. She clung to your hand and stared up at you with glowing eyes that drifted down to her abdomen. “Can you believe it, honey? That’s our kid.”

“That’s a pretty cool blob,” you settled for laughing at the sight of it, which only earned you a light slap for your wife. “But yeah, that’s our sweet pea.” 

“Sweet peas,” Agatha casually corrected. 

The room went silent as she uttered her words and kept staring at the screen that showed off a second blob. You and Wanda stared at it, then at each other, all before returning to the screen. Surely the idea of having a child was solidified in your minds and you were ready for what was to come, but never did you expect to find out you were having two at once. 

“Come again?” You sputtered with fear. “Sweet peas?” 

“It looks like you’re having twins. It should show up better during your next ultrasound, but from what I can see, those are two fetuses growing in there,” Agatha said with the utmost calmness. “Thank god I only got stuck with one. Between Kate and the newborn, I have been stuck taking care of two kids as it is.”

Neither nor Wanda were awaiting to find out you were having twins. As you found out, the rest of the appointment went quiet. Even when you scheduled the follow-up, Wanda squeezed your hand for dear life and nodded dumbly when the dates were given to her. You waltzed to the car in a haze, and as soon as you entered, Wanda didn’t care to start the car.

“Twins,” was all she said in defeat.

Gulping, you nodded with a blank stare. “Yup, twins.” 

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While keeping up with her changing hormones, you were always there by Wanda’s side. Whether it was to hold her hair up as she puked or even ridding yourself of smells that made her nauseated, you were unable to leave her as it was. She needed you the same way you needed her. Especially in her state, you refused to leave her alone. 

So it was a no-brainer when you met Wanda’s urges…all of them. 

“How do I look? I feel a bit stupid,” Wanda grumbled as she stood by the door frame exiting the bathroom. She gazed down at her body and cringed slightly. Her breasts had already increased in size slightly, something she knew had your mouth watering in secrecy. Surely she’d be excited for such a feat if it wasn’t for the soreness she felt upon them. Sighing, she watched as they were clothed in frilly fabric before eyeing the skirt that barely covered her thighs. “Don’t you think it’s…too much? I know we’ve done more before, but I don’t think I look great.”

You knew Wanda was talking to you, but you were unable to register the words as your eyes nearly boggled out of your head. Regardless of her insecurities, you settled then that she was absolutely glorious while wearing the outfit you got her. It was one that mirrored that of a maid with a little band over her head and even thigh-high socks to match. Surely when you bought it Wanda hadn’t been pregnant, but it made her appear more delicious as her body begged to break free from the tight dress. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” you grunted. With a mind of its own, all nude sitting at the edge of the bed, your cock twitched. You gulped down with embarrassment, but the flush over your cheeks was enough to help Wanda relax with amusement. “I, uhm, I really like it.”

Raising her eyebrows, Wanda scoffed. “Yeah? Perv.”

“You’re the one that agreed to it!” You exasperated back as Wanda made her way towards you, her hips swaying even more than usual as her breasts threatened to spill out of the confines of the dress. “I didn’t mind if you picked out the cow outfit, the princess one, or even the cat ears.”

“A cow?” She stood before you with arms crossed. Her gaze averted itself to the harness between your legs. “But I wouldn’t be the one getting milked, sweetheart. Shouldn’t you be my little cow?”

“Not when you’re my whore of a maid,” you confidently said, but immediately regretted your words. “Sorry, was that too much? I know you said you’d like it but I don’t know how to be mean to you. Guess I just love you a lot.”

The head tilt she gave you was a trademark move of her. “If you love me then you should treat me like a whore, baby. We can take it slow if you’d like. Hm, maybe do a little bit more roleplaying. Wouldn’t you like that, master?”

Wanda’s hand grazed your hard cock, and for a moment time stopped. No matter how many years you had spent by each other’s sides, you still melted as you did the first time she touched you. There was no denying your adoration for her. Wanda was everything you wanted and more. The simplest movement caused you to moan and throw your head back, while she smiled watching you intently. 

“R-roleplaying?” 

“That’s right. Lay back for me, honey,” she pushed you onto the bed before taking her rightful place on top of you. “Today is all about me cleaning up the mess I caused. I made you this hard and sticky, huh?” Wanda questioned in awe as she gripped your dick. “Maybe some other time you can film us while fucking me. We can pretend I love posting videos online and slutting myself out for the world to see, and you’re the little pervert that makes me. Fuck, I want you in control so bad. As much as I love making you squirm, I just need you to blow off all your steam on me while I…” she leaned in dangerously close. “Blow something else.”

“Oh my god,” you whined as you felt the tip of your member being brushed against Wanda’s slick, throbbing center. Her words made your skin burn bright red while she lit it aflame. It was impossible to resist her, but even more so in her pregnant state that made her glow further. “I- just wait a second.”

Wanda knitted her eyebrows together as you hastily reached out to the nightstand. She was even more confused when you retrieved a small packet. Knowing what it was fueled her innocence. Watching you tear it open was just the last straw she needed to break out. 

“Wha- what are you doing?”

You shrugged, sharing a similar amount of doubt with her. “I’m…putting on a condom?”

“Why? You can’t get me more pregnant than I already am,” her laughter made you feel embarrassed, but you knew she had a point. 

“Well, I just thought it would be safer to-”

“Y/N, you have about five seconds to put yourself inside of me before I make you,” Wanda grumbled. Her hand reached out for the condom you tried to tear open, only to grab it and throw it over her head. Neither cared where it landed. Not when she slowly pulled herself away from you and teased her way out. “Five, four, three, two…”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Your hardened length was grabbed and lied up against her gaping hole. Pulling up her skirt, you were met with the glorious sight of her shaven pussy. It made it easy to see her juices running down her inner thighs and hear the sloshing sounds of her pussy as you rubbed against it. With a nod from Wanda, you very slowly pushed your way inside, almost erupting immediately as you clung to her hips for support. 

“There you go,” Wanda whimpered with feigned confidence. “Oh f- fuck baby!”

No matter how many times Wanda had you inside her, she simply couldn’t grow tired of it. Her velvety walls clung to your cock for dear life. They welcomed you with a tight hug that made it impossible for her to descend further on you. It was then up to you to hold her in place and gently push yourself to her depths. 

“Is that good?” You knew she wanted more, so you gave it to her. Even if your bottom lip was gnawed by your teeth, you wanted your wife to enjoy herself. “You fucking slut.”

“Your slut,” Wanda echoed with a sudden thrill dripping from her voice. “I love it so much, master. You spoil me, always making me feel so good.”

“Well, it’s your job to clean this mess up,” you explained as you found a steady rhythm. Your eyes were glued to her pussy where your cock was deeply nestled inside. It wasn’t hard to see how you disappeared inside Wanda, feeling as your balls slapped against her skin letting out a mouth-watering sound. “I don’t give a fuck about how it makes you feel. You’re my property, meaning you should be focused on making your master feel better. You wouldn’t want me to find a better maid to help me out with my not-so-little problem, would you?”

“No!” 

The two of you always discussed the scenes previously. Wanda held your hand as she told you exactly what you wanted. Although she knew you were apprehensive about potentially hurting her feelings, she promised it would do the exact opposite. Being made to feel like nothing turned her on to no end. As an alternative she said you could use a paddle on her, one that you used only a handful of times. Surely hurting her made you feel aroused as well, but with her being pregnant you hesitated to be too much. 

When she was on top of you bouncing like the perfect maid, all those thoughts subsided. She swallowed your dick as though it was meant to be. You were her owner, and Wanda, as she begged to be, was your dumb property. Grabbing the neckline of her dress, one that barely covered her breasts, you strongly tugged at it. 

Her tits poured out of the torn fabric making you even more motivated to ram her. Your hands curiously grabbed both of them, ensuring to squeeze them tenderly so as to not hurt your lover who pushed them closer to you. Rosy erect nipples were swirled before being pinched enough to draw a scream from the depths of Wanda’s throat. You loved hearing her, but more so if the entire neighborhood was well-aware of how you took her. 

“Fuckin’ bitch,” you grunted. The deeper you went, the closer you got to your tip pressing against her sweetest spongy spot that always made her cum when repeatedly stimulated. “You like that? I bet you do. You’re nothing but a stupid cumrag for me to use. A fleshlight can do the same fucking thing you can, but you can’t shut up, huh? Go on, show the neighbors just how good your master fucks you. I bet they all know by now what a dumb cumrag of a maid you are by now.”

Never had you gone so far with your degrading verbiage. Most of the time you kept to sweet praises. Seeing Wanda smile beneath you as you worshiped her body was enough. You didn’t even need release, but instead to spoil your partner as she wished. Now that she had many different thoughts about what could be done to her, you’d humor her ideas until the end of time. 

“Baby I’m so fucking close,” Wanda broke out of character for only a few seconds, but you wouldn’t fault her for that. She desperately jumped up and down your dick as she begged you to ruin her for anyone else. From the dress that was tugged up, you could practically see the outline of your penis even through her appetizing stomach rolls you’d often kiss before eating her out. “Ah! Y/N!”

Using all your strength, you made quick work to flip her over so she’d be laying on her back while you rammed her from above. Wanda hugged you close, and as drunk in lust as she was, she still found time to giggle when your face buried itself between her tits. That sound immediately died in her lips when you gave her something to cry out about. 

The moment Wanda came, you did so as well. Her pussy was unbelievably tight and it gripped you with an immense force you simply couldn’t get anywhere else – not even with the beloved fleshlights she’d gotten you. Your balls hit her skin as you were close enough to merely ghost in the slightest bit at her swollen clit. 

As Wanda rode out her orgasm, you stuffed her to the brim with your own seed. You didn’t remember the last time you came so much. Still, it was nothing compared to the desperation you had felt on the night you conceived after a rather wild time at her friend’s birthday party when you returned home to claw at one another. The woman had begged you for months to fill her up “nice and good” as she said, and although you had been successful in your chore, you simply couldn’t shake that feeling away. 

Even when the two of you were spent, your tongue stuck out and licking at her sore breasts and nipples, you were still balls-deep inside of her. “That was…fuck.” It was impossible to find the proper words to describe such achieved pleasures. “It was amazing.”

Wanda allowed you to nuzzle your face and almost suffocate yourself on the valley of her breasts. “You really outdid yourself, master,” she chuckled. “But I do think it’s time for me to do a better job at cleaning, with my mouth at that, sweetheart.” 

That night neither of you found the strength to do anything else but devour one another. Wanda’s hormones grew, but so did you desire for her. Even later in the shower you were unable to keep your hands off her in your exhausted state, eventually falling asleep hugging her tightly. With her by your side, it was a wonder how you got anything done. 

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“You know, I’ve been doing some reading…”

Although more words were spoken, you simply couldn’t help but involuntarily ignore them. There came enough stress once the first trimester was out of the way. The monthly appointments with Wanda’s doctor helped relieve some of it. Agatha was kind enough to reassure you two that although pregnancy with twins was not a walk in the park, that you’d do well. But alas, that did not soothe the anxieties you felt over telling her parents. During the beginning of the second trimester Wanda decided to tell them, and she wanted you to be there for it. 

Oleg and Irina weren’t bad people whatsoever. During your childhood once your parents passed, they were the ones who were always there by your side when your grandparents took you in. If anything were the surrogates of what you lost in the beginning, guardians who’d ensure you’d never be harmed. Even when you and Wanda became open about your relationship, nothing changed. They still loved you, and yet you sought out their approval enough to fear anything other than that. 

“...and then Peggy actually ate her placenta. She told me all about it while I was eating lunch and I’ve never felt sicker. Apparently it tastes really good, but I wouldn’t be able to do it,” Wanda carried on. It was only the end that you barely listened to, and were far too confused to ask her to explain herself again. “I can’t imagine walking out of the hospital with your placenta in a bag. Do you think they drain the blood? I mean, I assume you do. Does it count as meant or…Y/N? Are you listening to me, honey?”

“Yeah, that’s awesome. Sounds great,” you absentmindedly replied. Your eyes were on the clock stuck to the wall counting down the minutes until her family arrived as you did your best to add the finishing details to the meal you had cooked together – meaning only you did the work while Wanda stood back and attempted not to puke at all the strong smells.

“So you want to eat my placentas?” Wanda asked with raised eyebrows. That made you turn to her with bewilderment-stricken features. Waltzing towards you, Wanda pressed her front against your back. Her chin rested on your shoulder with arms that quickly wrapped themselves around you. “What’s wrong, baby? You’re so tense.”

“I’m so scared to tell your parents,” you shuddered. “What if your mom thinks I’m no good for you? Or if your dad doesn’t want me seeing you any longer?”

“Sweetheart, we’re not high schoolers anymore. My dad walked me down the aisle on our wedding day and gave me off to you. I don’t think he’s going to try to get us divorced,” Wanda chuckled against your ear. “Besides, he’ll miss his bowling buddy. You know what happened the last time he tried replacing you with Pietro when we were on our honeymoon.”

The clear image of the picture Irina had sent you and Wanda of that night still made you laugh. Pietro had been smart enough to throw, not slide, the bowling ball hard enough that it went to another lane and proceeded to smash itself against the bar covering the pins. Oleg would never let his son live it down and reassured his son it was best to stick to his career as a football player than anything else, something which Pietro agreed with. They all loved you, you knew that much, and when you took Wanda’s last name, becoming a Maximoff yourself, you turned into one of the family. 

“Don’t overwhelm yourself, my love,” she reassured you lovingly with a peck on the cheek. “They love you so much, and so do I. I bet they’ll be so excited to know we got two little peanuts on the way. Now, let me finish this up and go get ready. They’ll be here any second. 

Surely enough as soon as you descended the stairs and made your way into the dining room, Wanda’s family already sat there. Your wife had been kind enough to put out the food she finished cooking. Waving at her parents and her brother, you attempted to dim down your anxious thoughts as you pulled out Wanda’s seat, allowed her to sit, and then did the same for your own. 

Towards the beginning you were a frozen mess. You couldn’t stop thinking of the worst-case scenario. Rationality was thrown out the window as within your peripheral view you could take sight of the tiniest sign of Wanda’s bump showing. Gulping down the knot forming on your throat, you began bouncing your leg. 

“So, what was so important that you just couldn’t tell us over the phone?” Pietro questioned as he immediately dug into his paprikash chicken. “You know, I had to miss practice just to travel down from the city. You better be pregnant or something.”

As soon as he finished speaking, you were chugging down a whole bunch of water. Rather than spit it all out, you swallowed with wide, fearful eyes, only sputtering out tiny drops as you hid your face away in embarrassment. Wanda did her best to keep her smile suppressed, but it was impossible to do so as your torture was her amusement. 

“Actually…” she reached out for your clammy hand and squeezed it. “I am pregnant, twelve weeks!”

“Twelve? And you’re only telling us now?” Oleg sounded hurt, but it was nothing compared to Irina’s beam of excitement. If Pietro wouldn’t give her grandchildren, she trusted her daughter would. “You’re almost halfway there by now! How did this happen?”

At that your eyebrows were furrowed, but you decided to answer his bizarre question nonetheless. “Well, sir, when two people love each other they-”

Wanda wasted no time in slapping your arm hard enough to nearly make Pietro choke on his food out of the hilarity of it all. Her parents frowned, but all your wife did was flash them a smile as her hand dropped to your lap. The last thing she wanted was for you to dread having experienced such humiliation even more. 

“Sorry, papa. Y/N and I really wanted to tell you, but I got scared. It’s so new to us and we wanted to make sure nothing would…happen.” Her voice was shaky, and you knew exactly what she referenced. It wasn’t the first time you had gotten the news of her pregnancy. Back then the two of you had been fresh out of high school, just two dumb kids going about life without precaution. Both were scared yet thrilled at the idea of having a child as you went to college, but that only lasted for a few months up until Wanda was awoken by a searing pain and a pool of blood gushing down her legs. It was the worst year of your shared lives, and from then on you made sure to not only protect her body, but also her mind and heart. “We wanted to be sure, that’s all.”

He wasn’t upset, but Wanda knew her father loved being involved in her life. They sat in silence for a second awaiting his reply only for Oleg to show off his excitement. He congratulated the two of you, making sure to run to the other side of the table to wrap his daughter up in a hug. Just as they had cherished you as a child, they’d do the same to the twins on the way. 

The remainder of dinner went by smoothly, but just as you began relaxing, Wanda made you tense more. Her dominant hand moved around your lap until it eventually went to cup your soft penis through your pants. It rubbed you up and down, gripping only slightly as you let out a stifled grunt. And yet your wife was unfazed, smiling even as she used her free hand to take a sip of her water. 

“Doesn’t that make you feel better?” Wanda allowed herself to lean onto you far enough so her whispers were unheard by the others. “All you need is some…released. If you behave for the rest of dinner,” her eyes looked down at your growing bulge where a small pool of wetness began forming through your briefs and slacks. Slapping you gently, she hummed. “Then maybe I’ll give you what you want. You can even take me from behind just how you like it, baby. I’ll be a good girl only if you are good as well. Remember that.”

You couldn’t stop counting down the minutes until Wanda’s family left, and as soon as they did, you were pleased with what she had to offer you. While insatiable, your wife loved putting your needs above her own. After all, getting on her knees and looking up at you as she pleased you was one of her favorite things.

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Around week 16, according to the calendar you set up on your cubicle at work, Wanda began showing even more. Her flat stomach was adorably swollen. Often she’d stare into the mirror and grimace at what she saw after stepping out of the shower, but you bore holes into her body with your insistent stares. Maybe she didn’t believe it, but the further into her pregnancy Wanda got, the more you lusted after her. 

When she was at work and you were left to go into your shifts from home, thankful to be part of the IT department at a law firm, you took care of yourself. Your growing appetite for Wanda made it impossible for her to keep up with you, you mused. So instead you settled on doing what she did for you, although it never did feel the same. 

Sitting with your back pressed against the headboard, you groaned. You had poured enough lubricant onto your cock to get it all nice and shiny before doing the same with a clear fleshlight. Wanda was an avid lover of it. She’d watch in awe, sometimes even move it herself, as your cock was enveloped by the sweet material. It was impossible for her to not grow incredibly wet at the sight. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled into the nothingness of the room. Your laptop was open right on the bed with the program from work ready in case you needed to watch over it further. It didn’t faze you though. You still guided your thick, hard cock to one of the openings of the fleshlight and lined yourself up perfectly.

The warmth that enveloped your dick was nowhere near as delicious as it was when Wanda was around, but it would have to do. You took your time with her, but not when you were alone. Rather than care about how much pain you exerted on the toy, as you’d do with your wife, you let yourself go. 

Animalistic thrusts came about as you focused solely on jacking off. It felt so good to be rough and uncarity. With one hand you held the fleshlight in place while the other went down to carefully massage your balls, prodding them with adoration as you imagined it was Wanda touching you. 

Fucking the fleshlight, you longed for it to be Wanda’s pussy. She was always so drenched and ready for you, making it easier to slip inside without any issues. Getting her pregnant was just the tip of the iceberg. It was what made all of your desires spill out of Pandora’s Box. Every single sick, perverted thought you had, you humored. And knowing your partner, you knew she’d happily indulge you without a question asked. 

Deciding to tease your wife, you reached out for your phone. The camera was pointed at the toy where your dick disappeared into, and as you got it on video, you smiled. Wanda loved nothing more than to watch you masturbate. At times she simply sat back to look at how you made yourself come undone. You’d be desperate yet confident in your thrust as she knew you pretended to be fucking her. 

“Fuck, baby. I miss your pussy,” you let out a guttural moan from Wanda to enjoy. The wet, sloshing sound of the fleshlight being masterfully fucked was all she’d hear. “This is how I’m fucking you as soon as you get home. I bet your pussy’s gonna be so wet and ready for me. ‘M gonna get you to beg for this cock, slut.”

For the past few weeks the two of you further explored Wanda’s insistent desire to be degraded. Not only did she want such vile words to be spewed her way, but also to be treated as though she was nothing more than a toy for your amusement. You could claim her whenever you saw fit. While you loved the idea, it would take a lot more coaxing from her part to make it happen. 

Sending off the short video, you kept up the slapping sounds even when you got the receipt that Wanda saw it. You could already imagine how she’d excuse herself from her cubicle and run off to the bathroom in a haze. Her mind always felt too cloudy when she was turned on, and once she came it all turned blank. 

In only a matter of minutes, you received back an image of her wetness through her panties with a caption reading “for you, my favorite perv.” Two could play that game, you thought after having saved the image – Wanda knew full well you stared at the little folder of herself that you had in the depths of your phone. You each sent the other numerous pictures and videos, with Wanda showing you exactly how drenched she was at the thought of you, and how heavy her breasts appeared. It was the sight of that alongside her swollen tummy that made you cum all over your own stomach, her name coming out choked from your lips. 

“Can’t wait to see what you have planned for me at home,” Wanda texted as she saw the image of the cumshot you sent her. “I’ll be ready for you, Y/N.”

And as much as you hated to admit it, a sole text like that made you fully hard once more. 

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“Baby, I’m hungry!”

You mused that was your Bat-signal as it made you instantly rush to Wanda’s side. For the past few weeks after her ultrasound, where she was able to receive a much clear picture of the twin babies growing inside of her, she’d been rather…glued to the couch. Her feet were sore along with her back, and although Pietro constantly wondered why his sister refused to visit him in the city with a huff, you couldn’t imagine the amount of discomfort she felt with not one, but two lives forming within her.

“What do you wanna eat for lunch, pretty girl?” You asked as you took a seat next to the couch that you might as well call Wanda’s. She lay watching yet yet another rerun of Superstore, giggling away as she remembered the time the two of you shared as teenagers working at a rather large chain retail store. “I can make you some mac & cheese or even order a pizza and-”

“I’m really hungry,” Wanda interjected, nudging you a bit with her leg. “Burger-type of hungry…with fries.”

“I’ll go get you a burger right now then. Anything else you’d like since I’ll be out?”

Wanda gave it some thought, and after enough time she settled for texting you a list of things to pick up from the grocery store. Lazy weekends were her favorite. During the week she attempted to keep busy by doing yoga in the morning or pulling you out of bed to run across the neighborhood, shower, then go to work. Your wife said she wished to be active, but deep down you knew it had something to do with her changing appearance. No longer was she as slim as she used to be with the bigger her bump grew. While she found problems with that, each day you reassured Wanda without fail that her beauty never left. 

Knowing Wanda’s appetite would only evolve for the worst. You ran across the grocery store and zoomed by her favorite fast food restaurant to pick up her food, getting something for yourself as well as you knew your own hunger would give you a headache. Each time you went out without her, you felt a newfound fear stirring the pot. Surely she’d be safe and fine, and yet you couldn’t help but think kf the worst. What if the twins didn’t make it? Or Wanda at that? You wouldn’t know how to properly function if either were to happen. 

You had already lost a little peanut once. Although she hid it well, you were fully aware of the ultrasound picture Wanda hid underneath the pillow on her side of the bed. The back of it had excited scribbles from the both of you. Back then life was anything but great, and yet that surprise had made you realize it was worth living it together. She carried that picture everywhere, even to work, but once she received the news, Wanda didn’t dare let it leave the safety of her home.

The torturous image of Wanda shaking you awake desperately, tears in her bloodshot eyes that cascaded down furious cheeks, covered in blood still haunted you at night. She let out incoherent babbles then as you turned on the light and took sight of the mess on the bed. The pain she felt had been constant for days along with the bleeding, but it never got as intense as it did on that cruel night of May 14. You ran with Wanda to the hospital, her hands clutching a small bunny your friend Peter had given you when he found out about the pregnancy. Neither of you were the same after that, nor did you care to be. 

Clutching your steering wheel, you blinked rapidly. The flashbacks hit like a brick as you made your way back home. You could already feel your chest beginning to tighten, and while uncaring about any traffic laws, you sped towards Wanda. 

Upon arriving at the house, you hastily gathered all the bags before running to the door. They were thrown over the floor, alerting a rather groggy Wanda who had fallen asleep on the couch. She sat up slightly with half-open eyes and furrowed eyebrows wondering why you rushed to her, but as soon as she noticed the tears in your eyes, she was on alert. 

“Baby? Oh honey what happened?” Wanda was taken aback when she sat up at the edge of the couch only for you to kneel before her. She simply lay a hand atop your head, tilting her own as you hugged her tightly with your face buried against her belly. “Hey, you’re alright, Y/N. I’m right here.” You barely nodded, something that made her smile sadly because at least you could understand her. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I need them to make it,” you choked out with your forehead pressed with Wanda’s bump. “I…I need it to happen.”

That only confused Wanda even more. “Who needs to make it?” But realization dawned upon her instantly. “Wh- oh.”

Your shaky hands took hold of her stomach that you pressed countless kisses against. “I miss our little girl — our Magnolia.”

By the time she was gone, neither of you picked a name until it was too late. It was Wanda who settled on it while remembering through tears that when you were children, that was the first ever flower you gave her. Each year on the anniversary, on what would’ve been her birthday, you made sure to give your wife another one. Those were the ones she wore on her head on your wedding day. Whether physically or not, your forever little peanut would always be there with you.

“I miss her too,” Wanda admitted solemnly. She always wanted a little girl, someone who mirrored her in every way. You and her would lay watching the sunset imagining how your futures would turn out. Wanda was rather excited about the concept of braiding the girl’s hair for her first day of school that you’d drive her to together, but it never came. “But our boys are healthy, they’ll make it. T-they be safe, honey. They have to be.”

As teary-eyed as you were, you couldn’t help but stop to question her. “Our…boys?”

“Don’t be mad. Agatha called a few days ago and I told her you’d want it to be a surprise, but that I couldn’t wait. I’ve been eyeing some things for them too,” Wanda shrugged. She leaned down far enough to be able to place a kiss on your forehead before cupping your face. “We’re having twin boys.”

“That’s amazing!” You exasperated with sudden joy. Your hands went to touch her stomach, overzealous at the idea of having boys, but then again, you never did hope for one or the other. As you rubbed your hands all over her clothes skin, that is when you first felt it. “Was that…a kick?” 

Wanda was unfazed as she had felt it before during her previous attempt, but still giggled. “I think the little buggers can tell mama is hungry and so are they. As much as I’d love to sit here and have a heart-to-heart with you, baby, I really am starving over here.”

You went to give Wanda her food, and while the two of you sat on the couch eating your lunch, you realized once more how lucky you were to have her by your side until death do you apart. 

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Early during Wanda’s third trimester, you were even more in need of her; it surely didn’t help that she got bigger and liquid sprouted from her breasts. You didn’t say much, instead opting to remain quiet and keep your perversions to yourself out of fear of being judged. Your wife was fairly open to whatever you wished to explore, but you doubted she’d be keen to the idea of you suckling from her tender nipples. 

From afar you watch her fall into the pits of pain. At times she’d beg you to help her gently massage herself, throwing her head back in relief as the harshness of the built-up milt in her tits was gone. Each time they grew heavy, you were to offer helping hands and allow your partner to feel better. Only your guilt and shame grew during those moments. You stared in depth at the mounts, watching in awe as liquid traveled down their bulkiness before Wanda went to clean herself up. Agatha reassured the two of you that it was normal, but that didn’t deter her suffering during those moments. 

“Between the kicking and the soreness, I don’t think I can make it,” Wanda hissed on a particular day where her breasts made it impossible for her to carry on. She had come back from work complaining about the pain she was in, instantly laying across the couch rubbing her hands against her stomach. “You know I love my boys, I really do, but I’m pretty sure at this point Tommy will be a football player just like his uncle,” her face scrunched up momentarily as she clutched her bump. “And Billy thinks he can kick his way out of this earlier than he’s supposed to.”

“Is there anything I can do?” You felt for her, you really did. The sole image of her facing such horrors made you shudder. You couldn’t imagine having to experience that, so as you set a hand atop Wanda’s swollen tummy, you hoped the twins would settle down for once. “I can get your heating pad or maybe make you some comfort food? Anything I should go out to get you?”

“Just stay with me, please,” Wanda cried as she put her hand above yours. “I don’t even want to imagine how horrible it’ll be when I popped these little shits out.” As soon as she spit out the words, a kick came. “Fuck, sorry boys. You’re not little shits,” she went to mumble under her breath. “Sometimes.”

“Just a few more months, honey. You’re more than halfway there,” you cooed at her. Leaning in, you pulled her shirt only slightly to be able to press your lips upon her skin. “Our peanuts will be here soon. Our Billy and our Tommy.”

“You’re lucky we’re having twins, otherwise I wouldn’t have let you name our kid Billy,” Wanda grumbled with feigned annoyance. It quickly turned into a moan as she arched her back and her hands shot up to her chest that almost throbbed. “Fuck, I’m full. I need them to get out and help me out because otherwise I’m going to start t-”

“What if I help you?”

Wanda frowned at that, wondering what else you could provide other than the glorious massages you were so kind to give her. “Honey, you’ve already helped me enough. There’s nothing you can do unless you’re willing to suck all the milk out of me.”

She meant it as a joke, but the words made your throat dry up. You couldn’t help the burning sensation that settled at your cheeks. A shrug came out before your voice was found. “Maybe…maybe I can? If you’re alright with it,” you choked out while refusing to look at Wanda. “It’s embarrassing, but that’s all I’ve been thinking about as of late. God, Wanda, you’re so fucking gorgeous that I…I can’t contain myself.”

“You’ve gotten off to the thought.”

At the confidence in her words you turned to her ready to form a lie. “I, uhm, haven’t.”

“No, no. That wasn’t a question, honey.” A dry laughter came out, one that allowed you to properly relax as you were consumed by anxious imagery. “I know you do. Honestly? I’ve been dying for you to finally come clean. It was about time, darling. Mommy doesn’t like when you make her wait.”

“Mo- what?” you frowned, confused as to whether or not she found it to be humorous. “You’re not creeped out?”

“Of course not. You’re just a little baby that wants mommy’s milk, huh? A hungry angel,” her voice was sweet and serene. You easily got lost in the devotion you had for her. “Come here, Y/N. I know you’ve been dying to try. So be a good pup and help mommy feel good.”

With shaky hands, you helped Wanda shed her shirt. The knot at your throat wasn’t easily dissuaded, especially not when she stared at you with amused eyes. She guided you on top of her, carefully getting you to lay on your side so you wouldn’t harm her stomach. With lips merely grazing at one of the swollen nipples, you licked your lips and looked up in question at the woman before she nodded your way. 

As soon as you latched onto her, your mind went blank. Lips tenderly suckled at the rosy bud before white liquid began descending into your mouth. Your tongue welcomed it, tasting every slight drop as you grunted with need. Wanda tasted amazing in every way imaginable and you simply were unable to get enough of her. 

“There’s a good pet,” Wanda tried, but she couldn’t churn away her own arousal. Her arms were wrapped around you the same way yours embraced her. On her thigh she already felt a tent, growing by the second, poking at her with desperation. “Keep going, baby. You’re already making me feel so good.”

Her hand drifted down to the area between your legs with fake innocence, and yet you couldn’t muster any case for it. Instead, you nuzzled your face against Wanda’s breasts still continuing to suck on one. The other, out of fear of leaving it unattended, was massaged. Your thumb swirled around it, making faint drops of milk spew out that you brushed with your finger before bringing it to your mouth. 

Kneading her one of her tits made her moan, but you were the one to do so louder as Wanda slipped into your pants. “Help me,” you begged as digits trailed their way along your thick hardened shaft before finding the wetness your pre-cum left. “Please, m-mommy. I need it so bad.”

“Yeah? Oh honey, your dick is all hard and sticky,” Wanda pouted as she jerked you off momentarily. She pressed her lips against your forehead, planting butterfly kisses there as she made quick work to tease your already-throbbing member that you humped against her. “Be a good puppy and drink up all of mommy’s milk. Then maybe we can talk about me milking you instead.”

For the remainder of the night, you didn’t hesitate to do exactly what she said. It ended up being a rather fruitful evening, leaving you full of Wanda’s essence as well as with a fussy mind that was hazy as you came all over the palm of her hand. You felt limp against Wanda, milk drooling out of your lips as she hugged you tightly. 

“Such a good little one for mommy,” she whispered to your exhausted body with the utmost love residing in her soul. “My perfect baby.”

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The insatiable nature Wanda had was not easily dissuaded no matter how close she got to giving birth until Agatha put a halt to it. She urged the two of you to be careful and cease any of your typically fun workouts with each other until weeks after the birth of the twins. Although it left your wife pouting all the way to the car knowing she’d need to stop at the very least a few weeks before giving birth, given she carried not one but two lives inside of her, you were the one which upheld the advice given to you by the doctor. 

But alas, that didn’t stop either of you from humoring Wanda’s increased sex drive for whatever time you could.

“I want it to be special,” Wanda had told you late one night as she lay exhausted beside you with her head in the clouds. “Let’s make it a night we won’t forget.” 

Keeping in mind her words which resonated with you, you made sure to do exactly what your wife wished. Previous talks about several different fantasies came to you, but only one stood out. Surely she’d look ravishing with a schoolgirl outfit being bent over the desk as you spanked her with a meter stick, but you didn’t think it would be safe enough for the moment. From all the possible choices there could only be one that you knew she’d enjoy while remaining unharmed. 

Wanda had stared at you incredulously when she first stepped into the room, but as she quickly went to do as you told her, to get on her hands and knees on the bed, the thrill came to her. She hadn’t noticed the camera pointing at the bed until a few minutes passed of you undressing yourself. When you happened upon her suddenly wide smile, your eyebrows were raised. 

“So, what do you think?” You questioned knowing what the answer would be already. After days of online shopping, you had finally settled on a beautiful gift to commemorate what Wanda deemed as the last official night of lovemaking before the twins were born. Walking around the bed, you stood before your partner showing off the item in your hands. “I got this for you to wear. I thought it would be fitting.”

“It’s beautiful,” Wanda mumbled, emerald orbs gawking at the pink collar that resided in your hands. She was particularly intrigued by the heart-shaped tag that hung from it with the words ‘pretty girl’ bestowed on it.

“Just like you,” you replied cheekily. Nodding her way, you brought the collar close to the woman. “May I?”

The redhead shuddered at the unfamiliarity of the faux leather around her throat. She giggled happily, looking down as you locked the collar that sat comfortably on her body. It was the perfect fit, and you knew then it would be hard to get it off Wanda without even a smidge of protest. 

As the two of you settled into the scene, your bodies relaxed and melted against one another. You couldn’t help but laugh as each second Wanda attempted to steal a quick glance at the area between your legs – already painfully hard and oozing with pre-cum. Your tip slapped accidentally against her legs as you settled behind her, the camera already turned on and began to take video of what was happening. 

“Such a pretty girl,” you repeated the words from her collar as your hands came down upon Wanda’s ass, squeezing tightly until your handprints were left behind. “And a fucking slut.”

Each time you dared spew such degrading words, Wanda’s chest would become filled with exhilaration. Not only were her features reddened with her immense arousal, but her pussy appeared flushed with puffiness and slickness. It was impossible to keep yourself from running your fingers through such wetness, much less to prevent yourself from grabbing your erect cock and rubbing its bulging head to part the folds of her slit. 

Her guttural moans were low as they banged against the four walls of the bedroom. Already having been cleared for maternity leave, the woman found herself to be both bored and in desperate need of you at all times. Even the slightest touches, a brush of your dick upon her cunt, made her squirm before begging to have you inside – and that is exactly what you gave her. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” you grunted as you eased into Wanda. She was far too wet to cause any difficulty, instead leading you to be enveloped around her gentle warmth. “I bet you like it when I stick my cock in you, huh? You’re nothing but a mindless bitch for my dick. So fucking needy and obsessed.”

“I love it,” Wanda groaned while nuzzling her face against the bed sheets. “I love your cock so fucking much.”

“Yeah?” You tried your best not to let yourself get carried away, but it was impossible when Wanda’s pussy gripped you with such firmness. Suddenly you couldn’t contain your urges as you gripped her hips to begin fucking her with hard thrusts. “It’s like your pussy was only meant to take me. Oh baby you’re fucking dripping like a needy slut in heat. It’s so adorable.”

Wanda’s pleasure wasn’t deterred by the way in which you treated her almost like an object. She knew she was nothing other than a fleshlight of yours to have, and she loved every second of it. You spent the majority of your days constantly praising your wife, but at times she needed to be reminded of her place within scenes. No longer did she care for control, but instead found solace within the warm embrace of forceful submission and objectification. 

Your cock was hugged warmly by her inner walls that were stretched out with each time you pounded her. Wanda was forced to stare directly into the camera, her hair pulled as you made her show off her new beautiful collar. Her stomach was swollen, and at times a hand drifted down to cup it before making its way to her sensitive breasts whose nipples perked up when you grazed. The alabaster skin was set aflame and you were the culprit, but your eyes solely remained upon her cunt where your dick disappeared into, hitting Wanda’s sweetest spot and making her scream. 

“F-fuck,” your wife stuttered out through gritted teeth. “Oh baby…baby! I’m so close.”

“Then cum, you naughty whore,” you huffed. The sounds of your skins slapping together made for a glorious orchestra. Knowing you were close as well, you gripped Wanda’s waist, humming as you were ready to let go. “Show the camera how much of a cock-addicted bitch you are, Mrs. Maximoff.”

When she came, so did you. Your bodies were synched up and connected as one. The growing arousal one felt carried on to another, and you failed to see how you’d ever let go of such a lustful heat. Wanda squirted, her juices overflowing all over her inner thighs, your twitching cock, and the sheets. Meanwhile her insides were tainted by white drops that stuffed her pussy full of cum, some even leaking out adorably. 

Neither of you could move, at least not until you found enough energy to gently slide yourself out of your partner. Her cunt released your dick with a sloshing sound which made you arche in even more need. Gulping down, you teasingly slapped a hand over Wanda’s ass, who turned to sit facing you with her reddened face. 

“What a mess,” Wanda giggled as she eyed your throbbing member bouncing excitedly calling for her cunt which oozed out a mix of cum and juices. “Hm, don’t you want me to clean that up, sweetheart? With my mouth?”

Grabbing your still hard cock, you bit down on your bottom lip. “Then get on your knees, pretty girl. And get to sucking.”

For the camera, mostly for you, Wanda put in the utmost amount of effort into entertainment. You sat at the edge of the bed with her kneeled in front of you. The tip of your dick pressed against her cheeks inside her mouth, bulging them up for the camera to see. There was no time wasted as her head bobbed up and down, taking in countless inches of you while you very lovingly guided her through it. 

“Such a cute cock sucker,” you couldn’t help but say, all for Wanda to look up with wide, doe eyes before gargling all over your length. “That’s it, baby. I want you to swallow every single drop like the good girl I know you are. Hm, can’t wait until I can fill that pretty pussy of yours with even more pups knowing how needy you get for my dick…”

And by the gods did Wanda deliver.

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When the twins came, all of your anxieties came crashing down into a mixture of a breakdown and hyperventilation. It was night when Wanda’s contractions felt worse, leading the woman to wake you up with a wail as she clutched her stomach painfully. You feared seeing blood between her legs again, but were relieved to find other fluids lying there before rushing to lead her out of the house, go-bag in hand with other necessary trinkets. 

Hours passed before any news came. You were to sit by Wanda’s side at every second, holding her hand and remaining uncaring about how much she squeezed it from pain. The twins wanted to get out, you knew, but refused to do so quickly enough. It left your wife in a state of frenzy, her face continuously scrunched up as she begged you, not the nurses, to get the babies out of you – at times even threatening to divorce you if you failed to complete the task. 

“These little shi-”

“Wanda,” you calmly interjected. “You know, they’re coming out soon. Imagine the first words you tell our children being those. That’ll do something to their self-esteem, don’t you think?”

The snide look Wanda threw your way was synonymous with that of murder. “Really? Because I doubt they’ll remember the time they almost killed their mom giving her so much- fuck! So much pain,” she hissed. Her teeth gritted against one another, and as she saw a nurse coming to check on her, the redhead scared her off with flaring nostrils. “But I sure as well am remembering this. I can’t wait until they get old enough for me to blackmail them for doing this to me.”

“Well, they didn’t exactly choose to be born,” you mused hoping it would diffuse her anger only for it to be made worse.”

“You…” Wanda paused, eyebrows furrowing as she gave her words some thought. She turned to you, but you refused to even look her in the eye before shriveling up to her mighty hand. “You did this to me. You put not one, but two fucking babies inside of me! Oh Y/N, I’m about to fucking kill y-”

Her words died in her lips as the doctor rushed in. She did more to soothe your wife’s fears, something you were thankful for as being at the receiving end of her rage, even if heightened by her situation, was never taken with positivity. They prepared her to finally push, and that was the moment your eyes flashed before your eyes. Time stood still as the realization panged at your heart. I’m going to be a parent again. My twins, our Billy and our Tommy, they’re coming…

The process by no means was easy to watch, but your empathy was with Wanda who was the one needing to go through all the hard work. Even when covered in sweat and yelling out profanities in the midst of her pain, your wife was forever defined by her beauty. You leaned down to praise her, to remind her of the brave warrior she was for carrying two lives in her at once. There was no one stronger than your partner and you needed her to remember. 

Cries of the first baby came out, and you immediately knew that it was your Tommy who went out faster than the speed of light. You shied away from seeing him in the first few seconds, but as soon as you could see the doctor holding up a small, frail child, your eyes widened with love. Tears formed in your eyes, and while they carried on to get Billy out, you were solely focused on the little one that you realized was the picture-perfect image of you as an infant. 

Complications ensued in getting Billy out as copious amounts of blood were left in the first twins’ wake. You wondered what went on, but as soon as the doctor mentioned the need for a Cesarean section, your face went pale. Holding down bouts of fear, you faced Wanda, but she was far too high by her torture to care. So as soon as they brought out the necessary instruments to get the second child out, you shuddered. 

“It’s okay,” you promised Wanda even as she was put to sleep. The hold on your hand loosened, but you never let go of hers. “It’s okay, honey. Billy’s going to get to meet his mama soon just like Tommy.” You so wanted to believe that, but a small part of you feared for the worst. “You’re going to be okay, Wanda. You both will.”

Nothing could ever prepare you for seeing your wife cut open, but as soon as you noticed a small infant being pulled out, you beamed. The cries let you become aware of his healthy state as a nurse grabbed Billy to give him the same exact treatment. He was checked out before you requested to hold him, all while watching over Tommy. Those were your boys. Not identical, but each one of them mirroring either you or Wanda. 

Hours passed before your wife was awakened, and as soon as her eyes fluttered open, she ignored the pain on her lower abdomen from the fresh set of stitches. Instead she scanned the room carefully, humming as her panic died out upon the sight of you still by her side. 

“Are they safe?” Wanda groggily questioned, suddenly afraid of what the answer would be. But as soon as you nodded, the exhausted ends of her mouth rose. “Thank you, Y/N. I…I am in so much fucking pain right now, but I’m glad I got you by my side, sweetie.”

“I’m the one that should be thankful for you. I mean, you just gave birth to two kids. I can’t ever imagine going through that,” you replied. “The nurse said that they’ll bring the twins up in a few hours. Billy, uh, looks a lot like a mini-Wanda I have to say. He’s got your nose scrunches and everything down.”

“Really? Oh I can’t wait to see them.” Wanda squeezed your hand once more, but this time you could feel all the love she had for you with a simple electrifying touch. “I wish we got to meet her too.”

At that you merely hummed, but she knew how much you longed for that to have been a reality. 

When the time came for you and Wanda to see the twins in a much cleaner, sleepy state, both of you were overcome with joy. She had trouble moving with her fresh wound, so the nurse carefully placed Tommy on her chest while you received a yawning Billy. No words needed to be spoken at that moment. The love you had for your children, even if new, wouldn’t ever die out. They were your lives, and as you shared a knowing look, you both came to be on the same page – nothing would dare intervene with them so long as you were alive.

[sturniolostars]

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Bf!Chris x Gf!Reader

In which: reader is on her period and her sweet boyfriend Chris does everything he can to make sure she’s comfortable

TW: fluff, period cramps, blood, kissing, established relationship

I feel someone shaking me awake. Slowly opening my eyes I see my frantic boyfriend shaking me awake. I groan. “What’s wrong” I sit up. “Um I think something is wrong” he point to our shared sheets. Fuck. They’re patches of blood on them. I must’ve started my period.

My face turns beet red out of embarrassment. Me and Chris have been together for almost a year but I’ve never mentioned my period or my cramps. “Im sorry it’s just my period I–“ I feel tears burn the back of my eyes.

His eyes soften. “Hey hey baby it’s alright” he reassures. He grabs my hands holding them in his. “I’ll fix our bed” he starts. “And you can go take a shower and send my a list of snacks for me to go get you” I wipe my tears and nod.

“Thank you” I smile. “Of course sweetheart” he kisses my forehead sweetly as I get up and get some new comfy clothes for me to change into. I walk into the bathroom and turn the water on to warm it up and while I wait I text Chris a list of snacks.

*chocolate ice cream

*MnMs

*Cosmic Brownies

I send it to him the hip into the shower washing the dirty feeling off me. After I’m done I get out and quickly put on a pad and some sweatpants and one of Chris’s hoodies.

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Chris comes back with all my snacks and even a new heating pad since my old was falling apart. The new one was fluffy and pink and I immediately put it to use.

We snuggle up in our bed with fresh sheets and I put on a cute little movie I always watched as a kid. He hugs me close to him while we split on of the cosmic brownies. “Thank you for taking care of my honey” I whisper. He kisses my cheek. “Of course baby. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about” I nod.

“I’ll always take care of you baby”

a/n: im currently on my period and ngl all this shit is what I want or what I’m doing 😭 (dividers are also by @bernardsbendystraws)

@kadesturnz I want Chris Sturniolo to help me rn on my period