#yeah. THAT SHOW. FLEXES MY MUSCLES AGAIN.

[sunday-bug]

Happy Accident part 5

Pairing: Congressman Bucky x pregnant!girlfriend reader

These can be read as oneshots, but if you want to read in order, check out below ⬇️

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Word count: 3.3k

Content: sex, descriptions of labor & childbirth, fluff & sweetness

Synopsis: Bucky & you welcome your bundle of joy!

I've loved writing this little series. I may write a follow-up, like a year later kind of thing... let me know if that sounds interesting or not.

“I can’t believe we only have one week to go,” he says, helping you put a fitted sheet on the crib mattress.

“I can. I want to be able to see my feet again,” you joke, trying to look down at your toes. Bucky had painted them a soft blue shade earlier in the week after giving you another of countless foot rubs. He laughs softly at your comment.

“You’ve been a trooper through everything, you know that?” He sits down in the rocking chair you’d picked out together for the nursery and pats his lap, inviting you to him. You walk over to his open arms and settle into his lap. He wraps his arms around you, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck. He begins to rock you both in the chair. You look around the room, painted a soft, buttery yellow and smile. “You like it?” He asks, gesturing to the room.

“It’s perfect,” you reply, kissing his cheek. “I can’t wait to show everyone at Thanksgiving in a couple days.” You and Bucky had decided to host your first Thanksgiving together at your place this year - get everyone from both of your lives together in one space to celebrate the holiday and to ogle the baby bump one last time before he arrived.

“It’ll be nice. Having everyone under one roof,” he agrees, rubbing your tummy gently. You feel the “bean” shift around and kick at his papa’s touch. Bucky smiles at the kick. The light from the setting sun casts a rich orange glow through the curtains into the room. “Stand up, love. I want to take a picture of you in front of the crib.” You stand up and walk over to the crib, shaking your head. “C’mon, it’s for me,” he presses, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Fine,” you say, turning sideways in front of the crib and placing your hands around your bump. You look down at your tummy and smile. Bucky snaps a photo and you look up at him. He snaps another. “Get some?” 

“Yeah, thank you, baby,” he murmurs, looking at them. “You look so beautiful.” You shake your head, feeling like a bowling ball with legs. He utters your name and walks to you, “Listen to me. I wouldn’t lie to you. You look… perfect. You look like you’re all mine.”

You smirk, “Well, I am all yours. Proof is in the pudding,” you say with a chuckle, gesturing to your tum. 

“Yeah you are,” Bucky says with a rasp, closing the distance between you in one swift step. “I think I need you right now, love.”

“Oh?” You eye him, one eyebrow raising slightly. His hands make their way under your shirt and travel up your back, giving you goosebumps. He unclips your bra with deft fingers and brings your shirt over your head. His eyes move to your chest and his pupils dilate.

“Yeah, right now,” he breathes out needily. You feel his arousal through his pants and touch him gently. He picks you up and carries you to the living room before laying you softly on the couch. You make love, watching the setting sun shift shadows throughout the room, taking your time - sometimes kissing softly, other times more hungrily. Loving each other fiercely, knowing that this - what you’re feeling right now - is the best feeling you’ve ever had. Nothing compares to loving Bucky.

“I love you so much,” he pants out, hair falling into his eyes as he works above you. 

“I love you, Buck. You’re my world,” you whisper, gazing into his steel blue eyes. He kisses your neck, biting down a bit. You know it’ll leave a mark, but you don’t mind. Just feeling him moving above you, watching the muscles in his arm flex, and feeling his strong thighs between yours is enough to help you reach your peak. You cry out, holding him as close to you as you can under the circumstances, and ride it out. He finishes not soon after you, kissing your forehead and pulling out before helping you sit up. 

“You wanna watch a movie before bed?” You suggest as you walk toward the bathroom. 

“Sure, baby, that sounds good,” he agrees, following you. You both take a quick shower, and he wraps you in a plush towel when you’re done. Your bump pokes out and you laugh as he pokes your belly button. Bucky gets dressed in the bedroom and walks back into the bathroom, holding your softest pajamas.

“C’mere,” he says, and you remove your towel, letting him dress you. He kisses every bare sliver of skin he can find as he buttons up your pajama top. “My gorgeous girl,” he breathes. 

You sit down on the stool in front of the mirror after you’re dressed and put on lotion. Bucky takes the brush from the counter and combs it gently through your wet hair. You smile at him through the mirror and feel your heart swell, not sure you could ever be more in love with him than you are right now. You feel the baby move and place your hand on your belly, before standing up and walking to the living room with Bucky. You decide on an older comedy movie, something he hasn’t seen before, and settle into the comfy couch, both of you with your feet up and leaning into each other. About halfway through Bucky asks if you want a drink or a snack. 

“Actually, yes. Pickles?” You ask with a sheepish grin. They’d been your pregnancy craving these past nine months. 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “You’ve been keeping them in business, babe!” He heads for the kitchen, and you sit up, adjusting. As you do, you feel a slight cramp building in your lower abdomen. It only lasts about a minute, and it’s gone by the time Bucky gets back with your snack. 

“Thanks, love,” you say, eyeing the small snack plate he made for you both - pickles, almonds, a few pieces of dark chocolate, and some mandarin oranges. “Yum,” you say, crunching into a pickle spear. 

“Of course, baby,” he replies, opening two sparkling waters and handing you one. He pushes play on the movie and relaxes back into the couch, opening his arm for you to snuggle in. After a few minutes, you have to adjust, twisting around and putting your back toward him. 

“You okay?” He asks, crunching on an almond.

“Yeah, just a bit uncomfortable,” you admit, rubbing your lower back. He pauses the movie and sits up. “You wanna lie down? I’ll play with your hair.” 

“N-no,” you mutter. “I think maybe I just need to stand up and stretch.” Bucky helps you up and rubs your shoulders. 

“We can go to bed, baby, if you want. We can finish this some other time,” he says softly. You feel a cramp return, like a wave of pain undulating across your lower stomach and back. You take a deep breath in.

Bucky says your name quietly, but sharply. 

“Huh?” You ask, his voice pulling you from your daze.

“I asked if you’re sure you’re okay,” he says again, holding your shoulders in his hands so you’re facing him.

“Yeah, I think I should probably just go to bed,” you mutter. “It’s okay if you’re not tired yet. You can finish the movie without me.” He searches your face and kisses your forehead.

“Okay, love. I’ll be in there in a bit,” he whispers, rubbing your tummy and swatting your booty softly as you walk away toward the bedroom. 

“Love you,” you shout over your shoulder. 

“Love you more, mama,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You get to your room and sink into bed. The soft, cool sheets are a welcome haven for your warm body. You sigh and turn onto your side, holding your bump and dozing off quickly. You wake up to another, more painful cramp, and reach across the bed for Bucky, but his side is cold and empty. You can hear the TV still on in the living room and wiggle out of bed slowly, feeling the cramp intensify. You stand up and feel an uncomfortable sensation in your pajama pants, so you look down, and see that your bare feet are wet. 

“Bucky!” You yell, opening the bedroom door.

He’s there in an instant and sees the small puddle on the floor. “Oh, okay...” He rakes a hand through his hair. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assure him as he rushes across the hall to the bathroom to get a towel. He places it at your feet and cleans up. You feel another cramp and gently grab his shoulder, taking a deep breath, letting loose a small “Ow.”

“Okay, sweet girl, it’s okay,” he stands up and wraps his arms around you. “Why don’t you change into some dry clothes? Do you want to  pack anything extra before we go?” He brushes through your hair with his fingers before pulling your chin up so you’re looking at him. 

“No,” you say, walking slowly to your closet and picking out a pair of loose sweats and one of his t-shirts. Thankfully, Bucky had the bag packed for the last few weeks just in case, so you’d be ready to head to the hospital at a moment’s notice. He helps you clean up and change into fresh clothes before packing a few last minute items like toothbrushes and phone chargers. You sit on the edge of the bed watching him move around, and know that you’d never want to do this with anyone else. He is your person. So calm, even though you can tell he’s a bit anxious about this moment. It’s endearing.

“You ready, love?” He asks, bag slung over his shoulder. “I installed the carseat a few days ago, so that’s checked off the list.” 

“I’m ready,” you say calmly, walking behind him out the door to the car. He puts the bags in the trunk and opens the passenger side door for you, helping you in. He gets into the driver’s seat and shuts the door before taking a deep breath. “We’re gonna meet our little man soon.”

You smile warmly, “I guess we’re going to have an extra guest at Thanksgiving.” Bucky laughs and starts driving to the hospital. You glance at the clock: 10:39 P.M. The drive there isn’t too bad at first, but you can feel your contractions amplify when you’re about ten minutes away. You can’t find a comfortable position in the front seat and grab Bucky’s hand. 

“You’re doing great, baby,” he reassures you, letting you squeeze his hand through a tough one. You breathe deeply and try to remain calm, smiling at him through the strain. “You’re so strong,” he adds, looking at you lovingly. He speeds up a bit, going over the limit. “We’re almost there,” he says, rubbing circles on the back of your hand, never letting go. As the hospital comes into view you feel your body relax a bit. Bucky parks and helps you out. You lean on him and start making your way inside.

“What about the bags?” You ask when you’re at the entrance. Bucky waves it off, “I’ll get them later. Let’s just get you settled in, love.”

You check in and are brought back to a room. The provider on call checks your progress, “You’re dilated to a 7! That’s great. We’ll get you into a room right away. I expect a baby in the next few hours!” 

“Next few hours?” You ask, eyes wide. “Wow, that’s… that’s so fast.”

“Some laborers are fast, some aren’t. You may be one of the lucky ones!” The doctor says with a smile. “This is your first baby?” 

You nod. 

“You’re going to do great,” he says, patting you on the back. A nurse walks in with a wheelchair and makes you sit down before wheeling you to a birthing room. It’s spacious and the lights are dimmed to aid in relaxation. There is a large window on one wall, and you can see the moon shining brightly. Bucky helps you out of the wheelchair and lets the nurse assist you into a gown. 

“I’m going to run down to get our bags. I’ll be right back, sweets, okay?” He chirps, rushing out the door, looking a bit flustered. 

“First time?” The nurse asks with a smile.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask with a grimace as another contraction hits you - this one making you double over in pain.

“It’s sweet, I mean. You guys will do wonderful. How are you feeling right now?” She asks, rubbing your back gently as you breathe through the contraction.

“It hurts, but it’s bearable,” you inform her, standing up straight after the worst of it passes. 

“Okay, well, your IV is in. You are welcome to walk around this floor if you want. Otherwise, there’s a yoga ball here,” she says, pointing to a large ball in the corner. “Or you can lie in bed. Push this button if you feel a need to push. Otherwise we’ll be in and out frequently to check on you. Now is the hard part, so to speak. And if you want an epidural, we need to get that started as soon as possible.”

“Um…” I start, unsure. “I’m doing okay. I think I’ll go without.”

“Brave one. You got this!” She smiles, stepping out of your room as Bucky comes back in with a big, yet nervous smile.

“How’s my girl?” He asks while he sets the bags down on the bench by the window.

“I’m in a bit of pain,” you tease. “Wanna walk around with me?”

“Sure, love, whatever you want. I’m all yours,” he agrees, taking your IV bag pole and rolling it next to him as you walk out the door and down the long stretch of hallway. You walk around the floor a few times, stopping as needed to breathe through contractions. 

“You really are incredible, you know? So strong and beautiful all the time, but especially right now,” he says into your hair as he lets you brace yourself on him, gritting your teeth through yet another contraction.

“Thank you, baby. I love you,” you mutter, trying not to cry. “I think I need to lie down,” you announce, feeling a heavy pressure start to build in your pelvic area.

“Okay, love, lead the way,” he whispers, rubbing your back on the walk back to your room. A nurse is in there waiting. 

“How are you doing, mama?” She asks, snapping on a pair of sterile gloves.

“Feeling a lot of pressure,” you tell her, carefully climbing into the bed with Bucky’s help.

“Okay, why don’t I take a peek?” She says, letting you lie back so she can check your progress. “Oh!” 

“What?” You ask with surprise.

“You’re fully dilated. Should be any time now. Do you feel like you need to push?” She asks, removing her hand and gloves and washing them at the sink.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” you say with an exasperated laugh. Bucky stands by your shoulder, playing with your hair, listening to the nurse. 

“Sometimes it will feel as though you need to use the restroom. If you feel that, try to push with the next contraction and we’ll go from there. I’m going to page your doctor. You’re about to meet your babe!” The nurse uses the small walkie-like item on her waistband to inform your doctor that she’s needed.

Bucky snaps a photo of you holding your bump in the hospital bed and smiles, swallowing a lump in his throat. “You’re so perfect, baby girl,” he mouths so only you see. You smile at him and relax into the bed, laying your head back. 

Oh. Oh.

“I need to push,” you announce with confidence. 

“Perfect,” the nurse says, like she does this everyday. You suppose she does - multiple times a day. She presses a button and a flood of other nurses enter the room - some with towels, supplies, and a small clear bassinet for the baby. 

“Dad, would you like to hold her other leg?” The nurse asks Bucky, gesturing to her colleague on your other side, bracing your leg up and out of the way. Bucky looks at you and you nod. He holds your leg and you begin to push. It’s painful, yes, but it also feels like every drop of adrenaline in your body is pushing you forward, forcing you to get through this moment. The contraction ends and you relax, taking a deep breath. The next one comes quickly after and you push again. This routine continues for the next several minutes. 

“You’re doing amazing, love,” Bucky murmurs, looking at you with eyes full of admiration. You smile at him and continue your ritual. Your doctor enters, and a nurse helps her into sterile scrubs and gloves. 

“Let’s have a baby!” She announces, stepping in between your feet. “Wow! You’re doing wonderful,” she says. “I can see the baby’s head. Just a few more pushes.”

You continue as the contractions intensify even more into the worst pain you’ve ever experienced. You let out a shrill cry, unable to hold it in and squeeze Bucky’s arm. You can feel your body tiring but know you have to keep going. You’re almost there. 

“I know, I know, sweet girl, but you got this. Look at me. You’re amazing,” he encourages as you start pushing again. You feel a burning sensation and then a brief stint of relief.

“Keep going,” your doctor says. “Just one more big one and he’ll be out.”

You give it your all on the last contraction and feel an intense amount of respite as you hear a strident cry before a wet, writhing little body is placed on your chest. You cry, reaching up to hold your little babe. You look up at Bucky and see tears streaming down his cheeks as he brushes your hair back out of your face.

“It’s our baby,” you say through tears. “Look at him.”

“God, he’s perfect,” Bucky muses, moving closer to his screaming form.

“Got a good set of lungs on him,” your doctor jokes as she finishes taking care of you.

You both laugh and stare at him. 

“Look at his hair, Buck,” you say, taking it all in - thick, full, dark hair just like his dad. Bucky chuckles through his tears. After a few minutes of him laying on your chest, they take him away to weigh him and clean him up a bit. A nurse comes over to you with a clipboard.

“This little guy got a name?” She asks, pen hovering over paper.

“James Samuel Barnes,” you inform her.

“Classic,” she says, marking it down. “James Samuel Barnes, born November 26th at 1:43 A.M. 7 pounds, 8 ounces. Full head of hair,” she says with a giggle. “They will get him cleaned up and swaddled, and then he’s all yours. You did great!”

Bucky looks at you, holding both of your hands in his own. “You’re so brave. You’re my everything. I hope you know that. God, I just love you so much.” He kisses your forehead before pressing his into yours. “Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, exhausted. “A lot just happened in, like, three hours,” you sigh. You watch the nurse bring your baby over. 

“Let his daddy hold him,” you tell her, nodding toward Bucky. She passes him to Bucky gently and he sits on the edge of your bed, staring down at him.

“He has your cute nose,” Bucky says, touching it carefully with his pointer finger. The baby coos and you watch Bucky’s whole face light up. Your entire world is sitting right in front of you. You watch these two stare at each other and wonder how you ever got so lucky. Some accidents are happy. In fact, some accidents aren’t accidents at all. This is your proof.

Author’s note: FYI epidurals are amazing & I sure as hell had one. There’s no wrong way to have YOUR baby!!! 🫶🏻

[circumscribitwrites]

My job agency’s suggested the staff writer role for me. I guess it makes sense, I’ve got a social sciences degree from a top university so they can guess I’m good at writing. I’m not sure what content Men’s Monthly would want from a bear like me though. While it’s only been a year and a bit since I graduated, my muscle pretty much dissolved to fat while I was studying, and I think it’s about working out or something? But it can’t hurt to show up to interview.

You had a great body when you started university. It didn’t last.

The campus gym was closed for “social distancing.” You never left your dorm. All you could do was eat, study, sleep, and repeat. Other people had their freshman fifteen. For you, it was closer to fifty.

Thanks, Covid-19.

You tried one diet after another. You promised yourself that you’d finally exercise again - starting tomorrow, of course. But you had to put your studies first. The weight just didn’t come off. By the time you graduated, you’d replaced every piece of clothing you owned.

Twice.

Health and fitness weren’t your forte - at least not anymore. That's why you never expected Men’s Monthly to reach out to you.

“So,” said the interviewer, “we don’t doubt that you can do the job. But we’re interested in how you’d do it. We want someone who can take a personal approach to their stories. Really get involved, have skin in the game, connect with our audience, all that. Is that you?"

You nodded.

“Alright, great! Now, before we go further, there’s just a little assignment. We want you to write a story - nothing too long. Shouldn’t take more than a day. Here it is: Why do you work out?”

You gulped. You hadn’t been to the gym in…years. And the idea of going in there now, looking like…you? You felt sick to your stomach.

Your stomach.

You blinked. “Sure...That’s no problem.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great. Just let me know when you’ve written it!”

The call ended. You let out a sigh. You couldn’t just come up with some fake story. And there was a gym just down the street…

You rummaged through your closest, finding old sweatpants with just enough give to fit around your waist and a t-shirt baggy enough to cover up your stomach. It was easy enough to get a pass for the gym. You ventured beyond the front desk, surveying the equipment: treadmills, exercise bikes, weight machines, squat racks, dumbbells.

Dumbbells.

How hard could they be? They literally had dumb in the name, after all. You walked over to the rack and picked up the weights, one in each hand. Slowly, carefully, you moved them upward.

Your muscles flexed, biceps already bulging.

Why did you work out?

Because you wanted to feel healthy. To be strong.

Another curl. You felt yourself getting warmer, beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

Why did you work out?

Because it felt good. And you deserved to feel good.

The weights felt heavier now. Your muscles burned. Sweat ran down your face, falling into your eyes. You kept going, kept pushing.

Why did you work out?

‘Cus this is what you do. Workin’ out’s part of you. Always has been.

Your shirt was drenched. You put the weights down and peeled it off your skin, tossing it to the floor.

Yeah, you worked out.

And it made you look like a fuckin’ beast.

Your shoulders were broad, your chest wide, your arms pumped, your abs glistening. You couldn’t get enough of your own reflection.

They’re gonna want something for that story. Better take a pic.

Thanks for applying, Anonymous!

And if you're looking to Be a Man™, Men's Monthly is still hiring!

[pankowcrumbs]

Uniform X Joseph Quinn

MasterList

Stranger Things and Cast Masterlist

Plot: Joe comes home in his military costume from filming warfare and it might just be your new kink.

18+

Authors note: This fucking photo makes me WEAK I just had to write something!

The flat was quiet. Just the occasional creak of the walls settling, and the hum of the heater ticking along in the background. I was curled up in bed, one of Joe’s oversized jumpers hanging off my shoulder, a book open on my lap that I hadn’t turned the page of in at least fifteen minutes. I kept glancing at the door. Waiting.

He was filming late again. Warfare was proving more intense than we’d anticipated not just the gruelling schedule but the emotional toll too. Joe gave everything to his roles. Sometimes I worried he left too much of himself on set.

The door creaked open softly.

I looked up and there he was.

Joe stood in the doorway, still in full military uniform from set. His camouflage jacket was speckled with fake dirt, collar open, sleeves rolled, his name patch stitched above his heart. There was a weariness in his eyes, but also something else a flicker of something quieter, softer when he spotted me.

“Hi,” I said, voice low and warm.

He gave a breathy chuckle and ran a hand through his hair. “Hi, love.” His voice was hoarse, and he was clearly exhausted, but there was that familiar tenderness that always made my heart squeeze.

I closed the book, setting it aside, and sat up straighter. “You look... dangerous.”

He raised an eyebrow, stepping further into the room. “Dangerous?”

I smiled. “Yeah. Like you could order a classified mission. Or ruin me with one look.”

Joe grinned, cheeks slightly pink. “It’s just a costume, Y/N.”

I crawled to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the mattress, and gave him a once-over. “Mmm. Tell that to my heart rate.”

He dropped his bag by the door and slowly walked toward me. “You like the uniform?”

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away. The combat boots, the cargo trousers, the way his belt hugged his hips. “It’s... a lot.”

Joe stood in front of me now, and I reached up, brushing a bit of fake soot from his jaw. “You look incredible.”

“I look knackered,” he murmured, but he leant into my touch all the same.

“You do,” I whispered, letting my fingers trail down to the buttons on his jacket. “But also ridiculously fit.”

He laughed lowly. “You’ve been reading too many of those steamy books again.”

I tilted my head. “Can you blame me?”

We both paused there. Close, but not touching beyond the tips of my fingers at the edge of his collar. There was a quiet moment where neither of us moved just breathing, eyes locked. The air changed. Slowed.

He exhaled shakily. “You’ve no idea what it does to me seeing you like this. Waiting for me.”

I smiled and carefully began unbuttoning the front of his jacket. “Then show me.”

Joe’s hands came up slowly, brushing my hips, gentle as ever, letting me lead. His breath caught as I peeled the jacket off his shoulders, revealing a plain black T-shirt underneath, slightly damp at the collar. I tossed the jacket aside and ran my hands over his chest, over the taut muscles beneath the fabric.

“You’re trembling,” I murmured.

He nodded. “You make me nervous.”

I looked up at him with a small smile. “Still?”

“Always.”

I leaned forward and pressed a slow, soft kiss to the corner of his jaw. “Good.”

His hands flexed on my waist, fingertips digging in slightly. “You drive me mad, Y/N.”

I slipped my hands under the hem of his shirt, my thumbs brushing along the lines of his stomach. He shivered under my touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“Take this off?” I asked softly.

He obliged wordlessly, tugging the shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. My palms followed the planes of his chest, revelling in the warmth of his skin, the slight rise and fall of his breath.

“Lie down,” I whispered, gently guiding him back.

Joe obeyed, reclining against the pillows, one arm behind his head, the other reaching for me instinctively. I straddled his hips, hovering just above him, brushing my nose against his, our mouths barely touching.

“Still think it’s just a costume?” I teased.

He swallowed hard, eyes darting to my lips. “If it gets me you like this, I might wear it more often.”

I leaned down and kissed him, slow and purposeful. His hands found the hem of my jumper and pushed it up carefully, wordless, reverent. Every brush of skin felt electric, every sigh a silent promise.

It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow, explorative like we were memorising the moment, mapping every inch of each other all over again.

He was obsessed with every breath I took, every sound I made, every look I gave him. And I was just as consumed by the way he touched me, the way he whispered my name like it was his only anchor to reality.

When it finally happened when we crossed that final line it was like everything melted away. The world disappeared. There was only us.

Just skin and breath and heartbeats.

And Joe looking at me like I was his whole universe.

I unbuckled his belt and started to tug down the cargos' and underwear together slowly almost in a teasing manner making Joe groan.

when he was finally free I just looked at him, really looked at him; tired and dirty with fake soot but happy and content all at the same time.

I slid my underwear off next and crawled back up to him placing myself on his lap his hands instantly going to my hips where he started to move them a little "Impatient are we?" I smirked giving him a kiss.

"I've had a long day bub just wanna feel you" He said softly and who was I to deny him.

I positioned his hard cock under me and sunk down slowly him almost hissing at how good it felt. I loved the way I always stretched to his large cock making me feel full and content.

I started moving quickly using his chest as leverage and making eye contact with the literal love of my life.

He used his hands on my hips to make me grind faster and harder and one of his hands found its way to my throat tugging me down so my lips met his. he tightened his grip around my throat ever so slightly enough to really turn me on and then he moved his lips from my mouth to my breasts sucking and licking every inch.

We moved in sync faster until I could feel his cock pulsating inside me. I could actually feel him pumping his cum into me and that drove me to my orgasm too.

We lay tangled in the sheets, the soft hum of London traffic in the distance. Joe’s fingers traced idle circles on my hip as I nestled into his chest.

“You okay?” he asked, voice husky.

“More than okay,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “You?”

He nodded, smiling lazily. “Might be the happiest I’ve ever been.”

I looked up at him. “Even after a 15-hour shoot covered in fake mud?”

He grinned. “Especially then.”

There was a beat of silence before he whispered, “I missed you today.”

My heart tugged. “I missed you too.”

He turned slightly, pulling me tighter against him. “Y’know, I thought about you all day. Between takes. Every time I closed my eyes, it was you.”

I smiled against his skin. “That’s funny... I was thinking about you too. Wondering if you’d come home in that uniform.”

He chuckled. “Is this your new kink now?”

“Don’t tempt me,” I said playfully. “You already broke me tonight.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Good.”

We fell quiet again. But it wasn’t awkward just content.

Eventually, I whispered, “You don’t have to rush back to set tomorrow, do you?”

“No,” he said, voice warm. “Tomorrow’s ours.”

“Good,” I sighed. “Because I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed.”

Joe grinned and kissed me again slow, deep, sure.

“Then I’ll stay,” he whispered. “As long as you’ll have me.”

I smiled, heart full. “Forever sounds good.”

[amigac0debasic13]

guess who’s mentally ill. transformers and magic school bus crossover jumpscare

He gets a sticker every time he lets the children spill soda on his seats

More closeups below the CUTT OKAY.

This is a bad sketch I never finished but whatever it gets to stay

would you guys. still love me if I told you I had a massive crush on miss frizzle as a 9 year old. would you guys still love me

[froggiequarium]

(unedited) nsfw; caleb having you in a headlock & fcking you into the mattress :x inspo from this art based on this imagine

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you'd always had a hard time keeping your eyes in check whenever caleb wore shirts that accentuated his arms, namely the loose tanks he'd sport in the warmer weather or even just during his workout.

you tried your best to hide it, you really did, but it was difficult to keep yourself in check when every subtle move or flex of his arm clearly showed off his bulging muscles.

aside from endless admiration for them, you often fantasized about having one of his beefy arms trapping you in a headlock, just to feel his strength in such a vulnerable state.

which is how you're here now, flat on your stomach against the mattress, meaty bicep wrapped around your neck, hands weakly gripping at the thick limb, gasping and choking out moans, drool seeping past your lips as caleb's body presses yours into the mattress, driving his hips against yours, the sinful sound of your connection ringing throughout the bedroom.

"couldn't stop starin' at em, could you? nngh, bet you were just waitin' for me to take you like this..."

his breath is raspy against your ear, only pulling another choked moan from your throat. caleb huffs out a laugh.

"you like when i get a little rough with you like this, don't you?"

you breathe out a sigh, floating to another world as he rams repeatedly into you, hips stuttering for a moment.

"ah, shit, you just clenched down on me. you're enjoying this, huh?"

"ca-leb—"

you needily gasp out his name, drool slipping past the corner of your lips and down his arm, the man wickedly grinning down at you in response, pace steady and punctuated, feeling your walls fluttering and clenching more and more— a sign that you're getting close.

he releases the pressure on your throat just slightly, your pretty sounds and whines going straight to his cock, ploughing faster into you, leaning closer to your ear, body crushing you into the mattress so fully.

you loved being taken like this.

"gonna make you feel real good, ok?" his voice is a sensual whisper against the shell of your ear.

"please... please, caleb! so close, hahhh" you whine under him, boneless body completely at his mercy.

in the next second, the pressure around your throat increases again at the same time that he slams against that sweet spot inside of you. he feels you clench down hard, groan escaping through gritted teeth as your eyes roll back, nails digging into the flesh of his arm, mouth falling open at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

airway constricted by the colonel on top of you, your sounds are choked, only managing needy pants as you reach your summit, cumming hard around caleb's thick cock still driving into you, helping you ride through your high.

"that's it, that's my good girl... shit, you really liked that, huh?"

he softens his grip again, hearing you gasp out for him, pleading whines of his name escaping your hoarse throat as he drives you into overstimulation.

"ca—leb, ah— sensi-tive, ah~"

"almost there, princess, almost—"

with a few more harsh thrusts, caleb cums with a loud groan, spilling himself completely inside of you. you whine underneath him at the sensation, weak and overstimulated from the treatment, courtesy of the man above you. you're trying your best to even out your breathing, fatigue tugging at your droopy eyelids.

caleb leans his head over your shoulder, planting a soft kiss against your bare shoulder blade.

"you okay, pipsqueak?"

"tired...." you whine, arms moving to hug his arm still around you, nestling your head against it.

he breathes out a laugh, warming your skin.

"yeah, i bet you are," he breaths out, free hand moving up to pet your head.

"let me clean my pretty girl up," he muses.

you hum, letting your eyes shut as he lifts himself off of you. you feel him slowly pulling out of you, and you whimper at the loss before calming once more, breaths evening out waiting for caleb to return and clean you up.

and just as the edges of sleep are gripping at whats left of your consciousness, one singular thought circulates your mind:

you both definitely need to do that again.

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this has been sitting here for a bit but i needed to finish it bc the art i saw was driving me insane tbh i need this so bad sigh

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[missdynamighttt]

feining for frat boy katsuki…

it was hot. loud. half the girls were already screaming over shirtless frat boys grinding against windshields. your friend dragged you out with a “come on, it’s for charity!” and now you’re standing in the corner with a lukewarm lemonade and zero expectations.

you didn’t even want to come to this stupid fraternity fundraiser.

your roommate dragged you out with the promise of half-naked frat boys, but all you’ve seen so far are drenched freshmen trying to flex their way into a hernia.

but then you see him.

he’s got his back turned at first—lean muscle, golden skin, red swim trunks slung way too low on his hips. sunlight catches the water dripping down his back like it’s staged. and when he turns around?

game over. he’s gorgeous.

sharp jaw, wild blonde hair flattened from water, a cocky little smirk on his face as he wrings a sponge out over his head, totally aware of the stares.

and he sees you. right away. ruby eyes locked with yours and gives the most arrogant little up-nod like, yeah. you’re next.

you try to act unaffected. fail immediately.

he saunters over, sudsy bucket in one hand, water dripping down his abs like it’s a fucking calvin klein ad. stops right in front of you, eyeing your car, then you, then your car again. “you the one drivin’ this piece of shit?”

you blink. “excuse me?!”

he shrugs but you can see a little grin tugging on the corner of his mouth, smug and unbothered. “relax. i’ll make it look brand new.”

he puts the bucket down, saunters over, and damn—he’s even hotter up close. tall. muscles for days. and that little scar on his cheek? unfair.

then, leaning closer, voice low: “the name's katsuki bakugo. what’s yours, sweet girl?”

you tell him. maybe a little breathless.

he repeats it once—slow, like he’s trying it out on his tongue. “hm. yeah. i like that.”

and then he goes to work. but not just on the car.

katsuki bakugo washes that car like he’s auditioning for the dirtiest boy band you’ve ever seen. dropping the sponge just to bend over in front of you, ass on full display. making eye contact when he slides his hand over the hood like he’s caressing it. watering himself down with a hose and shaking his hair out like he’s in a shampoo commercial from hell.

by the time he’s done, your car is sparkling. and so are you—flushed, flustered.

he tosses the sponge into the bucket, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks. “lemme know if you need a private wash sometime.”

and then he walks away, with you watching the water dripping down the curve of his spine, no better than a teenage boy ogling the back of a girl's bikini. you swear you black out for a second too.

it’s only a few hours after the car wash before he slides in your dms, smooth but dirty. you’re in your room, still reeling from whatever the hell that was, when your phone buzzes.

king.explosionmurder has sent you a message.

(yeah. that’s his actual handle. because of course it is.) then, you open it.

king.explosionmurder:

can't stop thinking about the girl with the shittiest car and the cutest fuckin’ face.

you stare. then another message pops up.

king.explosionmurder:

u free tonight?

or maybe you're too busy being adorable somewhere else?

your heart does a thing. you type out a reply—something just barely cocky enough to match him:

you:

depends

you always this forward?

king.explosionmurder:

only for girls with shitty taste in cars

so, only you

let me buy you a drink, sweet girl?

you:

fine

you can buy me a drink, frat boy

but for the record?

my taste in cars is not that shitty

king.explosionmurder:

whatever you say beautiful

8 pm, sunset bar down 5th ave

don't be late

katsuki shows up five minutes early, in a black tee that clings to his chest and jeans that should be illegal. hair still messy from his post-car-wash shower. when you walk in, his eyes track you like you’re the only person in the room.

“tch. thought you were gonna flake.”

you roll your eyes. “you’d cry if i did.”

his mouth twitches. “like a damn baby.”

then the date just... hits different. it wasn't what you expected. sure, it’s packed with college students and frat bros, but in the back corner booth? with him?

it’s quiet. comfortable. almost… intimate.

he’s not much of a talker, but with you? he tries. you ask about his major—he’s an aspiring pro-hero, of course—and he asks about yours, grumbling when you light up talking about it, because “fuck, that smile’s gonna kill me.”

and even though he’d die before saying it out loud, the minute you take a sip of your drink and laugh at something dumb he says? he’s gone. head over heels.

he walks you back to your dorm with his hand on the small of your back, even though it’s barely a ten-minute walk. says “text me when you’re in” even though he literally watched you unlock your door. stands there, gruff and gorgeous, waiting.

“gonna invite me?” he asks, tone teasing.

you shake your head, grinning. “not on the first date, i'm not.”

he groans dramatically. “damn. fuckin’ killin’ me here.”

you grin. “goodnight, frat boy.”

but he doesn’t move right away.

just stands there under the warm porch light, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to work off the ache of not touching you again. his shirt clings to him in the summer heat, his jaw sharp in the glow, but it’s his eyes that freeze you in place.

not hard. not sharp. not the glare he usually levels at the world.

but soft. heavy. like you’ve stolen the breath from his lungs and he doesn’t even want it back.

he looks at you like you hung the damn moon.

he takes one small step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off his chest, close enough that if either of you moved just an inch, you’d be kissing.

“goodnight, sweet girl,” he says, voice low and rough, like gravel laced with honey.

it hits you somewhere deep. like he’s branding the words into you.

and then—he actually smiles. a real one. lopsided, shy, the kind of smile you’d never expect from someone who threatens to body slam people over couch cushions.

then he turns and walks away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, head down, like if he looks back even once, he’ll do something stupid like run back and kiss you senseless.

you close the door behind you, heart thudding so hard you swear your roommate can hear it.

you’re screwed. so screwed.

because things after that? they move fast.

to everyone else, he was the guy who'd scream if you left dishes in the sink, throw a beer can at you if you sat on his side of the couch, and threaten to body slam you if you so much as breathe near him.

but the entire frat house knew that their loud, grumpy, terrifyingly efficient frat dad—had a soft spot the size of a planet. and that soft spot? was for you.

you’re the only person allowed in his room during his grumpy post-practice naps. the only one who can touch his hair without him flinching. he’d grumble when you flick his forehead when he was being dramatic but he'd let you.

he might curse under his breath, but when you’d slide onto his lap during movie night, he'd wrap an arm around you like it was instinct. like protecting you came as naturally as breathing.

he had snacks stocked in the mini fridge (not for him, you liked them). he hands you your favorite snack and grumbles, “was on sale. don’t get used to it,” even though it’s never on sale but he bought six of them anyway.

and when finals week hits? he’s a damn soldier for you.

caffeine runs. your favorite takeout. quiet growls at anyone who tries to talk to you in the library. he reads your flashcards like they’re enemy coordinates and quizzing you becomes his personal mission.

but the best part? the tiny, quiet moments in between.

like when he’s losing at mario kart and you’d sit in his lap while he played, steal his fries, kiss his cheek mid-rant just to shut him up.

or when you were too tired to walk back to your place, you just curl up in his bed. not only does he let you, he tucks the blanket around you and kisses your forehead so soft it makes your chest ache.

and somehow, all of that was like magic.

sure, he might’ve acted like the world’s most chaotic, aggressive frat president, but when it came to you? he was all bark, all bite… and all heart.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[inseobts]

😭😭 need Monster trio (separately) x pregnant reader. all fluffy

like their reaction and how would they be during it 😓

but if u dont want to just ignore this!

Pregnant 🫵

how would they react at your pregnancy?

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: around 0.5k - 0.8k each

next part: 🫵 into labor - 🫵 made him a dad

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The sea breeze is warm as you stand on the Sunny’s deck, heart racing. Luffy is lying nearby, hands behind his head, smiling at the sky. His straw hat rests on his face, rising and falling with his steady breaths.

You swallow hard. This is it.

You walk up to him and poke his cheek “Luffy.”

His nose scrunches up, and he lifts his hat just enough to peek at you “Hmm?”

You sit down next to him. Your hands shake a little. He notices. His hat slides off his face completely, and he blinks at you “What’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath “I… I have something to tell you.”

Luffy sits up fast. His eyes are wide, full of curiosity “Oh! Is it something cool?!”

You let out a small laugh “Yeah… really cool.” You reach for his hand and place it gently over your stomach. “Luffy, I’m pregnant.”

He stares at you. Blinks once. Then twice. His fingers twitch against your belly.

Then— “WHAAAAAAT?!” he jumps up so fast that he nearly topples over. His hands flail before gently grabbing your shoulders “Really?! A baby?! OUR baby?!”

You nod, laughing at his reaction “Yeah.”

Luffy’s grin stretches wider than you’ve ever seen. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight “This is awesome!! I’m gonna be a dad?!” he pulls back, eyes sparkling “Wait, wait—does this mean there’s a tiny me in there?! Like—super tiny?!”

You giggle “Kind of.”

Luffy gasps dramatically “That’s so weird—but so cool!!” he crouches down and presses his ear against your belly, pouting “Oi, baby! Can you hear me? I’m your dad! Your super cool, super strong dad!”

You ruffle his hair “It’s too early for them to hear you, Luffy.”

He sits back, looking thoughtful. Then he beams again “I gotta tell everyone!!” Before you can stop him, he takes a deep breath and then—

“GUUUUYS! (Y/N) HAS A BABY IN HER BELLY!”

Footsteps thunder across the ship as the crew comes running. Nami facepalms, Zoro groans, Sanji faints, Usopp starts panicking, and Chopper yells something about medical checkups.

Luffy just sits there, hands on your stomach, grinning like he’s just found the One Piece.

Months Later

Luffy is… something else during your pregnancy.

He pokes your belly every day, fascinated by how it grows “It’s getting huge!!” he exclaims one morning, eyes wide “Are you sure there’s only one baby in there?!”

He steals extra food from Sanji’s kitchen and piles it on your plate “Eat! The baby needs to be strong, like me!”

He refuses to let you do anything dangerous “No fights! No running! No carrying heavy stuff! That’s my job now!” He puffs out his chest making you smile softly at him “Captain’s orders!”

At night, he talks to your belly in a serious tone “Okay, listen, baby. When you come out, we’re gonna have so much fun! I’ll show you how to stretch like me! And how to eat tons of meat! And we’ll go on super cool adventures!”

One night, as you lay in bed, his arms wrapped protectively around you, he mumbles sleepily “Love you. Both of you.”

Your heart melts. You smile, placing your hand over his “Love you too, Luffy.”

He grins even in his sleep, dreaming of the greatest adventure yet, being a dad.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

The evening air is warm as you stand on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, watching the ocean waves. Your heart beats fast, but not from battle or danger, but from the words you need to say.

Behind you, Zoro trains like always. His swords cut through the air with sharp precision, muscles flexing as he moves. His brows furrow in focus, sweat dripping down his forehead.

You take a deep breath. Now or never.

“Zoro”

He stops mid-swing, turning to you “Huh?” His tone is rough, but his gaze softens when he sees your expression “Something wrong?”

You step closer, gripping the hem of your shirt. Your nerves make your fingers twitch, but you push through. You have to tell him.

“…I need to tell you something important.”

Zoro sheaths his swords, sensing your seriousness. He crosses his arms “Yeah?”

You swallow. Then, carefully, you take his hand and place it over your stomach.

“I’m pregnant...”

Silence.

Zoro doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. It’s like the words haven’t registered yet. His hand rests on your stomach, fingers barely pressing into the fabric of your shirt.

“…What?” His voice is quiet, actually too quiet for him.

You squeeze his hand “We’re having a baby, Zoro.”

His breath catches. He stares at you, eyes flicking between your face and where his hand rests on your stomach. His fingers twitch slightly. A baby. His baby.

Then, suddenly, you’re lifted off the ground.

“Zoro—!” you laugh as he picks you up effortlessly, holding you close. His grip is firm but careful, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

When he finally sets you down, his hands linger on your arms, steadying you. His face is unreadable for a second, and then a smirk.

“Tch. Guess I really have to get stronger now.”

You raise an eyebrow “Why?”

Zoro’s smirk softens just a little. His thumb brushes your stomach lightly “To protect both of you.”

Your heart swells. He’s serious.

You press your forehead against his “You’re already strong enough, idiot.”

Zoro scoffs “There’s no such thing.”

Then, after a pause, he mutters “…Are you okay?”

The question is so simple, but the weight behind it makes your eyes sting.

You nod “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

Zoro’s arms tighten around you “Me too.”

You pull back slightly, surprised “You? The great Roronoa Zoro? Nervous?”

He clicks his tongue “Tch. This is different” he glances at your stomach “Fights, enemies, swords—I know how to handle those. But this?” His hand brushes your belly again, softer this time “This is new.”

You smile, lacing your fingers with his “We’ll figure it out together.”

He exhales, like a weight has lifted from his chest “Yeah.”

And for the first time in a long time, Zoro doesn’t feel lost at all.

Months Later

Zoro is the most overprotective person ever.

He watches you like a hawk. If you so much as sigh, he’s next to you in a second.

“You okay?”

You roll your eyes “Yes, Zoro. For the hundredth time, I’m fine.”

He grumbles but doesn’t stop hovering.

He always refuses to let you lift anything.

You reach for a barrel and then “Put that down.”

You try to carry plates from the kitchen and he goes “I got it.”

You bend down to pick up a book, Zoro glares and “What did I just say?”

He even walks with you everywhere.

“You don’t have to follow me to the bathroom.”

“What if you trip?”

“Zoro.”

“…What if an enemy attacks?”

You groan, but he just folds his arms and stays put.

He also naps closer to you now.

Zoro still sleeps a lot, but now he always makes sure to be near you. Some days, he dozes off with his head on your lap, his arm draped over your growing belly.

You run your fingers through his hair, feeling his slow, steady breathing. He won’t say it out loud, but you know he’s nervous, and this is how he comforts himself.

One time, you catch him talking to your stomach when he thinks you’re asleep.

“You better not kick too hard in there… Your mom needs to sleep” His voice is quiet but gruff. Then, after a long pause, he adds, “…Can’t wait to meet you, though.”

Your heart melts.

Later that night, you whisper “Are you scared?”

Zoro is silent for a moment. Then, he exhales “A little.”

You lace your fingers with his “Me too.”

He turns his head to look at you, eyes steady “We’ll figure it out.”

You smile “Yeah.”

Zoro presses his forehead against yours “Get some sleep.”

As you drift off, Zoro stays awake a little longer, hand resting on your belly.

For the first time, he’s facing a future he can’t predict, a battle he can’t train for.

But he knows one thing for sure—he will always protect you. And your child.

No matter what.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

The smell of fresh bread and sizzling butter fills the Thousand Sunny’s kitchen as you sit at the counter, watching Sanji move. He hums to himself while stirring a pot, completely in his element. His blonde hair falls over his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to care.

You take a deep breath, heart racing. It’s time to tell him.

“Sanji...” you say softly.

He turns instantly, smiling “Yes, my love? Dinner will be ready soon.”

You shake your head “I… need to tell you something first.”

Sanji notices your serious tone and wipes his hands on a towel before walking over “What is it, sweetheart?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, concern in his ocean-blue eyes.

You take his hand and press it against your stomach.

“I’m pregnant”

Sanji freezes.

His fingers twitch slightly against your belly, his usual smooth confidence suddenly gone. His mouth opens, but no words come out. His cigarette almost falls from his lips.

“…What?” his voice is barely a whisper.

You smile nervously “We’re having a baby.”

Sanji stares at you, his eyes wide. Then—

THUMP.

His legs give out, and he falls to his knees in front of you. His hands stay on your stomach as he looks up, completely overwhelmed.

“You’re… serious?” His voice shakes “I—I’m going to be a father?”

You nod, tears prickling in your eyes “Yeah.”

A sharp inhale. Then, suddenly, Sanji buries his face against your stomach, arms wrapping around you so gently, as if he’s afraid to break you.

“Mon amour… I don’t even know what to say” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. You feel his breath against your skin, warm and shaky “This is the greatest gift you could ever give me.”

You stroke his hair, heart swelling “So… you’re happy?”

Sanji pulls back slightly, grinning through tears “Happy? (Y/N), I feel like I just won the whole damn world.”

Then, his hands cup your cheeks, and he kisses you—soft, deep, full of love.

“Wait—!” He pulls away suddenly, eyes wide “You need food! Proper nutrition! I need to—” He rushes toward the kitchen, grabbing ingredients at lightning speed “I’ll make you something right now—no, I’ll make ten meals—no, twenty! The baby needs to eat too!”

You laugh, watching him run around in a panicked, love-struck frenzy.

Sanji is going to be the best dad.

Months Later

Sanji is the most devoted, doting, over-the-top partner ever.

He refuses to let you do anything.

You try to stand up? He’s already pulling out a chair for you.

You reach for a glass? It’s in your hand before you can blink.

You sigh in the heat? He’s fanning you immediately.

“Sanji, I’m pregnant, not broken” you groan.

“My love, you are carrying our child!” He places a dramatic hand over his heart “I refuse to let you lift a single finger!”

Sanji cooks nonstop for you.

“Here, sweetheart, eat this.”

“Sanji, I just ate five minutes ago—”

“The baby might still be hungry!”

He talks to your belly constantly.

“Hello, little one! This is your father speaking.” He presses a kiss to your stomach “I hope you’re nice and comfortable in there. When you come out, I’ll make you the most delicious food in the world!”

Then, more seriously, he whispers “And I’ll take care of you. You and your mother. Forever.”

Your eyes tear up every time.

At night, Sanji holds you close, his hand resting protectively over your growing belly.

“You should sleep” you murmur, noticing he’s still awake.

“I’m just… thinking” he admits.

“About what?”

Sanji sighs softly “I never thought I’d have this,” he says “A family. Someone to love… and now, both of you.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s like a dream.”

You smile, lacing your fingers with his “Then let’s make it the best dream ever.”

Sanji chuckles, pulling you even closer “Oui, mon amour.”

As you drift off, you feel his lips brush against your stomach once more.

And you know, without a doubt Sanji will love this baby with everything he has.

[toovaeloe]

post-nut munchies

Satoru doesn’t get post sex clarity shame or guilt. He gets hungry.

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

mdni•18+

content: small minific, gn penetration, established relationship, dumbification if you squint, mating press but again: only if you’re looking through a foggy window, mostly aftercare and a gojo being goofy (being a FATASS) ((he’s my fave fatty))

wc: 826

Clarity. That might as well be the universally defined antonym of Satoru Gojo.

Because if there’s one thing Gojo doesn’t own and his fat paycheck can’t buy, it’s shame.

“fuuuckkk,” 

He’d groan a guttural draw as he pistoned into your tight heat, before alternating into slow, powerful grinding of his hips that had your brain vacating the premises to make space for his dumb fucking dick. He knew it, too; could see it in the way your your eyes struggled to stay in focus and the way your back bowed off the sheets you were gripping with white-knuckle intensity— he’s fucked all the thoughts out of your pretty little head. And the bastard couldn’t be cheesing any harder about it.

“My pretty baby,” He’s muse, somehow finding it in himself to giggle breathily as one of his large palms slips away from where he was squeezing the underside of your thigh. He smooths up towards your abdomen, featherlight fingers grazing up your chest and over a pert nipple before traveling back down to splay over your hip, all with deliberate gentleness. “so beautiful like this.”

“feel me right there, yeah? That deep?” The husk of his voice rumbles just above you, the pad of his thumb skimming over the skin below your belly button, eyes crinkling at the way you whimper out soft frantic mhm!’s when he adds pressure. His grin is from ear to ear, the sigh he lets out dreamy and adoring. “yeaahhh.”

He’s only smug for so long, however, with the way your eager hole was sucking him in, milking him like you wanted to siphon his soul out his body via cock. Satoru leans down as a string of curses tumbles from his lips with a groan, sweat-slick chest meeting yours as his hands scramble to find your legs once more. Blunt nails dig into your flesh as he forces them up next to either side of your head, effectively folding you in half like a goddamn lawn chair. The change in angle has you keening as he rammed into that gummy spot inside you, with no less accuracy the other 6 times he’s made you cum tonight.

“shit, shit, yer so… mmh’fuck ‘can’t think— needa cum s’bad,” He quite literally whines as you barrel over that peak, his mouth latching to yours to share your muffled moans as he follows suit. His hips stutter against yours as he spills inside of you, before he goes still entirely, the both of you riding the waves of the ebbing high until he collapses atop you- and with how exhausted you both are, it’s undoubtedly the last one tonight.

Or at least one of you is bone-tired. After a few minutes of Satoru floating in the afterglow, he’s littering affectionate wet kisses all across your face, offering you praise of what a good job you did for him as he eases your legs back down and kneads your hips- having the audacity to tease you with the idea of juuuust one more round. HELL no. He gets the memo when you weakly kick at him, but it doesn’t stop him from chuckling at your incredulous expression as he slides his softening shaft out of you.

His snowy bangs still stick to his brow as he rises from the bed with a grunt, making a show of stretching, cracking stiff joints, and flexing muscles before returning to your side with a warm washcloth. He’s still all smiles and chipper beaming as he tenderly cleans in between your legs, biting his lip to stifle himself from blabbing out about how much pride he felt seeing you like this- it’d probably fluster you into chiding him if you saw the goofy ass expression he was making. Not that you were really paying any mind; your eyelids fluttering closed every other minute and about ready to conk out.

“Y’know what sounds good right now though?” Satoru chirped out of the blue, yanking you back from the cusp of slumber.

“Some fro-yo. Maybe strawberry- with chocolate chips, gummy bears, marshmallows, cookie dough, and a fuckton of rainbow sprinkles. Cherry on top, of course,” He’d ramble off his abominable go-to order as his hand absentmindedly wandered to trace soothing patterns against one of your knees. You’re just dumbfounded at how he could possibly be fantasizing about frozen yogurt right now; limp-dicked and in his birthday suit after he just fucked you into next Tuesday. “God, my mouth’s watering just thinkin’ about it.”

“I know a 24 hour fro-yo spot. It’s only, like…a 20-ish minute drive?” He’d muse, sapphire eyes redirecting from the ceiling and back to you. When he caught your flabbergasted expression he’d coyly duck his head and bat his frosty lashes at you, as if that was about to convince you. You wondered if you could even walk, or if maybe you’d need at least 5-8 business days to recuperate.

“Doesn’t that sound good, hm? You up for it, angel?”

a/n: craving a ben&jerry’s cherry garcia🤤 also i hate him a lot today. like so much 😒 but i gotta finish writing this Ino thing for a diff thing so im forcing myself to resist writing Gojo. Instead i will say, “i hate him”;

I hate him.

have a wonderful day and do something nice for yourself! 🫶🏽

[kenacoki]

Tease Me Please Me

//Pairing// Eddie Diaz x Fem!Reader

//Summary// If there’s one thing you love more than firefighting it’s getting under Eddie Diaz’s skin. That, of course, can only end one way for you.

//Word Count// 5.40k

//Request//

//Warnings// munch!Eddie Diaz, recording during intercourse, borderline exhibitionism, dirty talk, kitchen sex

//Dividers// sister-lucifer

Entering the station, you take a moment to yourself to bask in the quietness of the house. The fire station was fairly empty at the moment, with it being morning and all. The only person seemingly out is Eddie, who’s cleaning the firetruck.

You smirk to yourself as you approach him, "What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” You call out, before leaning up against the side of the firetruck.

Eddie, who’s focused on his work, seems to pause for a second at your voice, before realizing it’s you. He looks over, shaking his head with a small scoff, his annoyance not being genuine.

"That’ll never get old to you, will it?"

You smile up at him, crossing your arms as you lean your head on the truck.

“Of course not; Nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting, Eds." You chuckle to yourself as you begin to admire his appearance, watching the way his muscles flex as he works on polishing the firetruck.

As you call him by the nickname you’ve picked up from Buck, he once again pauses, this time fully turning to look at you.

"Harmless for you maybe, I’m the one who has to actually deal with it."

You tilt your head to the side as you shrug, your grin growing larger as you continue to tease him, "Come on Eddie…I’m not that bad, am I?"

Eddie’s eyes meet your gaze as he sets down his rag, "(Y/n). You flirt with me every chance you get. I’m pretty sure that Buck, Chim, and Hen have a bet on when you’re gonna jump me."

You hum, acting oblivious as you shrug again, “And here I’d hoped I was subtle.”

“Yeah,” Eddie lets out a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving your face as he leans against the firetruck as well. "About as subtle as sirens in the dead of night."

You fake a pout, “I mean, it’s not my fault you’re insanely attractive, Eds.” You take a step closer to him, sticking your hand out as you lightly brush your fingers against his mustache.

“So, do you plan on keeping the ‘stache?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as you touch his face, the light, delicate caress sending a shiver down his spine. He sighs, keeping his eyes on yours.

“I-I don’t know.” He stutters out, the sudden proximity and the way you’re looking at him makes his breath catch in his throat for a brief moment. His gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second, before he clears his throat and pulls away. “Why? Don’t like it?”

Your face softens as he leans into your touch, your heart practically pounding as your eyes lock onto each other’s.

“Oh no,” You pause for a moment, letting your hand fall away as you admire his face, “I like it. A lot, actually.”

Surprise flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment. Still, you notice it. Before he can say anything else, the sound of footsteps echos from behind you guys

You turn to look behind you and see Bobby emerging from his office, a small grin on his face.

“Good morning you two. Did I interrupt something?”

“No, Cap,” Eddie instantly straightens, clearing his throat and glancing away, trying to act casual. “Just finishing up here.”

Bobby hums, seeing right through Eddie’s act, his smile growing as he turns to you. “And what about you?”

You chuckle, sending another smile in Eddie’s direction, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “Just keeping him company.”

Eddie glances back at you, eyes narrowing slightly at the look on your face. He opens up his mouth to say something but is interrupted by Bobby continuing.

“Listen, I’m gonna have you guys hang back if we get any fire calls today. Eddie, I want you to be able to show (y/n) how the ambulance works on medical calls.”

You give Bobby an affirmative nod, “Sounds good to me. Hear that Eds? Sounds like you’re gonna be stuck with me all day.”

“Great.”

Bobby chuckles again, shaking his head at the two of you as he grabs a clipboard for his office and walks back inside.

The smirk immediately reappears on your face as you take a step closer to Eddie, looking up at him with wide (e/c) eyes.

“Aw come on, don’t look so grumpy.” You give his shoulder a playful shove; trying not to let your thoughts linger on how hard his muscles feel under your touch. “You get me all to yourself, shouldn’t you be happy?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, shaking his head in mock annoyance, though he can’t help the smile that curls at the corner of his lips. “Oh, I’m ecstatic.”

You grin wider, knowing you managed to get him to smile. You give his shoulder another pat, letting your hand linger for a moment, before stepping back again. “That’ll work for me.”

You give him a wink before turning and heading in the direction of the locker room to change.

Eddie watches as you walk away, a mix of amusement and irritation playing across his features. Suddenly the sound of Buck and Chim’s voices breaks his gaze, and he quickly averts his eyes, getting back to work on cleaning the truck.

A few moments later, you reappear, now in your uniform. Leaving the top unbuttoned just enough to barely expose the skin of your chest, but still technically fall within the dress code.

You open your mouth to call out to Eddie when the station alarm suddenly starts ringing.

Eddie’s head snaps in your direction at the sound of the alarm, immediately noticing your outfit. His eyes roam over the exposed skin of your chest for just a second before averting his gaze. Buck, Chim, and Hen appear from the loft and rush past you guys to the fire truck.

Chim, Hen, and Buck are about to hop in the truck when Bobby stops them, averting his attention over at you and Eddie.

“(y/n) Eddie, dispatch said that this call was just a small structure fire, and no injuries were reported.”

You nod as you glance toward Eddie, “So you want us to stay back?”

Bobby nods, “That’s right. If we need anything though, we’ll let you know through the radio.”

Eddie lets out a small sigh, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Got it.”

You glance over at him, your eyes lingering on his for a moment before looking back at Bobby, “We’ll be on standby then.”

Bobby nods again, patting the side of the ambulance before turning to get into the firetruck. Buck sends both you and Eddie smirks, wiggling his eyebrows as he follows Hen and Chim into the back of the truck.

Eddie ignores them, moving to lean against the back of the ambulance, crossing his arms.

The sunlight makes his brown hair almost shine. His dark brown eyes have an almost golden look. Despite having been up since the early morning, he is still somehow effortlessly attractive. His uniform shirt hugs his upper body in the most delicious way, his muscular build being noticeable through the thin fabric.

You're snapped from your daze as Bobby flips on the lights and sirens and swiftly pulls out of the station.

You let out an internal sigh as you drink in the sight of him, your head filling with thoughts of how the fabric would feel against your fingers. You had only been on the job for a few months, but you somehow already wanted to do unspeakable things to this man. You take a step closer to him, leaning on the back of the ambulance.

“What do we do now? Just…wait?”

As you step closer to him, Eddie’s head turns to you, his eyes roaming over you for a moment before he speaks. There’s a slight hint of tension in his voice, though he tries to play it off.

“Yeah.” He lets out a huff of air, his eyes darting out to the street before settling back onto you.

You hum, looking over at him and tilting your head slightly so that you’re looking at him dead on. You continue to admire him, your eyes slowly raking over his face.

“So…how long do you think they’ll be gone for?”

Eddie sighs as your gaze lands on him, your smirk already telling him that you most likely have something in mind.

“If it’s just a small fire then I’d say probably an hour and a half.”

A mischievous look fills your eyes when he says an hour and a half. You bite your lip to suppress a smile as you push yourself up off the ambulance, moving to stand directly in front of him, your bodies nearly touching.

“An hour and a half, huh? That’s an awful lot amount of time for us to be…alone.” As you speak to him, your voice has a low, almost sultry tone to it; it takes everything in him to not shiver.

He lets out a shaky breath, glancing around for a brief moment before focusing back on you and clearing his throat.

“And what do you suggest we do?”

Your smirk softens into a more suggestive smile. You reach up and brush a strand of hair out of his face, your fingers ever-so-slightly grazing his skin.

“Well, I could think of a few things.”

He lets out a quiet gasp at your touch. His muscles are coiled, and you can see the way his jaw clenches in a halfhearted attempt to stop himself from reacting.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly, "You really need to stop doing that, (y/n).”

You move even closer to him, closing the tiny amount of space that was left between your bodies. Your hand moves, instead coming up to rest on his chest, just above his heart.

"Doing what, Eddie?" You look up at him, feigning innocence as you tilt your head to the side.

He can feel your body against his, the warmth from your skin sending jolts of electricity up his spine.

He looks down at you, a look of frustration and desire in his eyes, “You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

You bite your lip, holding back a chuckle as you see the look in his eyes. You can tell he’s fighting a losing battle, slowly giving in to his desires. You brush your thumb across the logo printed on the fabric of his uniform, feeling the hammering of his heart.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.” You hum.

"(Y/n)." he mutters, his voice a low, strained warning.

His resistance just adds fuel to the fire inside you. You want to see him lose control, want him to finally give in to the obvious tension between you two. You let your hand slowly trail down his side, lingering on his hip before coming to a rest on his thigh.

“Yeah?”

Eddie's breath hitches as your hand trails down his body, his hips twitching involuntarily when you rest your hand on his thigh. He swallows hard, the feeling of your body so close to his and your hand on his skin sending a shiver through his entire body. Your breath on his face does absolutely nothing to help him.

It takes every last ounce of restraint he has to not spin you around right here and—

“Well,” you abruptly distance yourself from Eddie, a sly smile curling on your lips. “I'm starving, so I'm gonna go fix myself something to eat."

He looks at you, blinking rapidly, his mind fighting to come up with a response while you smirk at him. However, all he can manage to say is a quiet “uh”

"Have fun being all alone, Eds." you wink, before waltzing away towards the kitchen.

He lets out a frustrated huff of air, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Half torn between wanting to give in to your games and wanting to just grab you and slam you against the nearest wall.

Reaching the loft, you open the fridge and pull out a small pack of bacon. Cutting it open, you plop a pan onto the stove and lay a few slices onto the hot metal.

As you wait for your food to cook, you pull out your phone. You scroll through your Twitter to pass the time; completely oblivious to Eddie’s figure sneaking behind you, until it’s too late.

“You think you’re so damn funny, huh?” His breath feels hot against your neck as he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

Your eyes widen slightly, but before you can muster anything his body is pressed up against your back, his arms caging you against the counter in front of you.

A chill goes down your spine as you hear his voice, low and gravelly in your ear. The feeling of his body pressed against your back makes you shiver, the combination of his words and his breath on the sensitive skin of your neck makes you go weak in the knees.

“Depends on what you think is funny.” You manage to gasp out.

"You're a tease, (y/n). A goddamn tease." He growls in your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, sending a wave of heat through your body.

A shiver runs through your body when you feel his lips press against your neck, the feeling of his teeth nipping at your skin making you let out a sharp gasp. Your head tilts to the side almost involuntarily, giving him more access to your neck.

You grip the edge of the counter in front of you, trying your best to keep yourself upright.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" Eddie mutters against your neck

You let out a shaky breath as you turn your head towards him, the look in his eyes dark and full of desire. His thumb moves from your chin to your bottom lip, gently tracing the soft skin there.

You know you should reply to him, say something clever to keep up your usual attitude, but your mind is suddenly empty of anything but him.

His teeth lightly nip at your skin. You arch your back as best you can with the way he has you pinned against the counter.

"F-fuck, Eds—"

“I'm about two seconds away from bending you over this counter, don't push your luck." Eddie grins against your neck, his lips moving to bite at the sensitive spot just behind your ear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He murmurs, his voice low and full of desire. "Bent over the counter for anyone to see."

"Eddie, I-You can’t—" You gasp out, your back arching farther into him. You can feel his body pressed up against yours, his hips grinding into your backside.

Eddie hums against your neck, his hands running down your sides until they find the edge of your shirt, slipping underneath and trailing up your stomach. His touch sends jolts of electricity through you.

"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? You wanted to drive me crazy, to have me lose control?" His breath fans against your skin.

Eddie's words make your head spin as your body responds almost instantly.

"It worked though, didn’t it?”

Before you can even realize what’s happening, Eddie’s spinning you around and bending you over the kitchen island so that you're facing the entrance of the station.

The feeling of his hips pressing against your backside makes a full-on moan escape your lips, his body heat almost overwhelming.

“Voy a hacerte comer esas palabras, princesa.” He growls into your ear.

Jesus Christ.

His Spanish makes your head spin, the low, sultry tone of his voice as he murmurs the words into your ear nearly sending you over the edge. You feel him press up against you, his hips rolling into you, the feeling of his growing arousal against your backside making a shudder go through your body.

You let out another moan, his name on your lips between gasps for air, “Oh my god.”

"You never know when to quit, do you?" He mutters against the back of your neck, his lips delicately trailing kisses down your spine.

You whimper at his touch, your body responding to him as if he's a drug and you're hopelessly addicted.

"It’s like you enjoy being a little minx, huh? Teasing me all day, getting me all bothered.”

Your mind is hazy, your thoughts consumed by the feeling of his lips on your skin, the sound of his voice in your ear, the touch of his hands on your hips.

"F-fuck,” you stutter out before biting down on your lip, trying to hold back another moan.

He rolls his hips into yours again, his body grinding against yours.

The friction from his hips against your clothed core has you gasping again, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. You feel like you're on fire, your entire body thrumming with heat and desire, and all you can think about is him.

“Eddie, please...” you gasp out, your head spinning from the combination of his touch and the sound of his voice in your ear.

Then suddenly, you feel him shuffle behind you. Confused, you crane your neck over your shoulder only to see him grabbing your phone. He leans back over your shoulder, bringing your phone up and holding it to your face. You can barely focus on the screen, your eyes unfocused and dazed.

"Unlock it."

You blink, the request taking a moment to register in your foggy mind. Still, you unlock your phone with shaky hands, managing to type in your passcode through your daze. You don’t know what he’s planning, but at this point, you’re so far gone you don’t even care.

He opens the camera app on your phone before propping it up a few inches in front of you; it perfectly captures the two of you.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice low in your ear. “Now let’s see just how much you regret your little game.”

Your eyes grow wide when you comprehend what he’s doing. The thought of it has you suddenly even more turned on. He hits the record button and roughly tugs down your tight uniform bottoms and sinks to his knees.

Your breath hitches at his actions. You can see yourself on the phone screen, your face flushed, your (e/c) eyes darkened with lust, your hair already slightly messy from the way he had you pinned down against the counter.

You try to turn around to look at him, but his hand finds the back of your head, "Keep your eyes on the camera, carñio."

Your breath catches in your throat at the pet name. You'd never seen this dominant side of Eddie, not to this extent at least.

"Y'know, you didn't even ask me if I wanted anything to eat."

Your mind is a hazy mess, your eyes half-lidded as you keep them focused on the camera. You’re at his mercy, and you find that you don’t mind it one bit.

You let out a gasp as you feel his hands move up your thighs, nearing where you need him the most, your breathing stuttering and your body shaking with anticipation.

“But that’s okay,” he continues, “I think I’ve found something much better to eat.”

You hear his words, but you’re too caught up in the feeling of his touch to process them, your mind still trying to regain some lucidity as his hands move even farther up your thighs, just barely grazing the lacy hem of your (f/c) underwear.

“God, you’re beautiful, sweetheart.” He murmurs, voice low and full of need. His hands grip the skin of your thighs, his touch slightly rough.

“And look at that, you’re soaking through your panties, carñio.” Carefully, he drags your underwear to the side, exposing your soaking folds to the cool air.

The feeling of his hands as they slide your underwear to the side has you trembling, your legs shaking as you try to keep yourself upright. You feel him sink to his knees behind you, his breath fanning against your skin, the proximity of his face to the core of your being has you clenching your teeth.

You can’t see his face, but you can feel his presence, and the anticipation is nearly enough to make you cry out.

Eddie runs his hands up your thighs, his touch firm and sure. Then, you feel his hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. You shiver, your body growing hot in anticipation.

You can’t help but gasp as he lets his tongue run up your thigh, so close to where you need him most.

"I swear to g-god, Eddie. If you don't do-" Your words fail you as his tongue slowly breaches your wetness. He holds your hips steady as his tongue dips deeper, just barely breaching your slit.

"M-Motherfuck—" You moan out, your voice growing louder from the sudden pleasure.

Eddie pulls away from your folds with an obnoxiously dramatic pop, "You gotta stay quiet, princesa. Don't want the team to come back and hear these pretty noises, do we?"

You bite down on your lip again, trying to restrain your moans. But it's practically impossible with the way he's slowly teasing you.

"Y-you're being mean." You say, your words coming out shaky from your attempts to stay quiet. You can feel your clit throbbing with desperation.

"Mean?" He mutters, his breath fanning against your skin. "Me? Not at all. I'm being...very generous."

At an agonizing pace, he slides his fingers through your wetness, just missing your sensitive bud before bringing his fingers to his lips, his tongue licking around the digits.

"You taste so sweet...como el cielo.”

You let out a strangled whimper, your body begging for more as his hands continue to wander. He presses a kiss against your clit, the friction of his mustache making your eyes roll back.

“Please,” you gasp out, your voice just above a whisper. “Please, please, please…”

Eddie hums at your words, letting his tongue just barely brush against your sensitive bud. You swiftly cup your hand over your mouth to muffle your noises.

You look absolutely debauched as you catch sight of yourself in the camera. Your hair is falling in messy wisps across your forehead, uniform bunched around your hips, face flushed, and eyes darkened with lust; The sight of yourself only serves to heighten your arousal. Before you can say anything, you feel two of Eddie's thick fingers press into you, drawing a high-pitched whine from the back of your throat.

"F-fuck—" You bite down on your hand to keep yourself quiet. "More, Eddie—Now."

“Bossy little thing,” He growls as you speak, his fingers curling inside you. “You're not the one in charge here.” he gives a harsh suck against your soaking folds.

You glance at the camera, still recording the two of you. Eddie’s right; and that made something in your stomach turn violently.

You grip the counter, your fingers clenching and unclenching at the edge. You let out another moan, your eyes squeezing shut from the immense amount of sensation.

“So beautiful like this, sweetheart,” he mutters, his words partially muffled against your skin. “Aching and dripping for me. All mine.”

He curls his fingers again, pushing into the spot that makes you cry out, and you barely manage to muffle your cries against your hand.

“God, you’re so loud.”

"Eddie! P-please, please! M’sorry for earlier." You slur deliriously with pleasure, eyes brimmed with hot tears.

He can practically taste the desperation in your voice, feel the tension rippling through your body as he pumps his fingers inside you. He pulls away, standing and smirking, watching as your walls flutter around nothing.

“Are you?”

You nod eagerly, your head hazy with lust, but your mind is just lucid enough to know that your answer will have an effect.

“Yes—” you gasp out, your breathing heavy. “I’m so sorry! Please, Eddie, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t tease you anymore, just please!”

Eddie hums, low and satisfied. He runs his hands up your thighs, watching as they shake in his grip.

“We both know that's a lie, cariño.” He says, his tone slightly mocking. He leans in closer to you until his mouth is right by your ear.

“You know what they say, cariño. Payback’s a bitch.” He gives your shoulder one last teasing bite before dropping back to his knees.

Your mind is still reeling from his words, trying to catch up with the events that just took place. But that all quickly changes the moment you feel his tongue thrust into your soaked slit; replacing where his fingers had previously been.

You wail in delight. Your eyes clench tight once more as Eddie lets out a deep moan from behind you, your sweet taste flooding his tastebuds once again.

He grips your hips to keep you from moving too much, his mouth working you with a newfound fervor as you struggle to keep yourself upright.

"Jesus…just a little more, m'so close—"

This only serves to ignite Eddie. Hearing you admit how close you are, all because of him. The way you’re now falling apart at his touch makes him growl against your skin; the vibrations almost send you over the edge.

He reaches around, harshly rubbing at your sensitive bud as he pulls his mouth away, "Fuck, best meal I've ever had..."

“Oh god—“ You try to choke out, but the words quickly devolve into another whine. “Please, E-Eddie, I’m gonna—”

And right at that moment, a loud, familiar sound fills your and Eddie’s ears; the sound of the firetruck pulling up outside.

"Oh shit." You mutter, your (e/c) eyes growing wide. You glance back at Eddie, your breath catches at the sight of his face.

Eddie’s pupils are blown wide, his face red and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead. He gives another shaky breath before his eyes lock onto the camera still pointing at your form. For a moment, he considers stopping the recording, but...

Maybe it’s the way you look, all breathless and needy. Or how your uniform is pulled down, completely exposing your bottom half. All Eddie knows, at this moment, is that you two can’t stop.

“Eddie, W-We can’t—“

“We can.” Eddie says, his voice firm.

He reaches out, grabs the camera from the island, and holds it inches from your face, his voice still firm.

“You see this? You see what you look like all flushed and whiny, princess?” You can hear him give a low noise, his voice slightly shaky. "tan hermosa, tan perfecta, toda mía."

You spare one last look over your shoulder to Eddie. His chin is practically dripping with your juices, his lips red and swollen.

His dark brown eyes meet yours. As you open your mouth to speak, he suddenly dives right back in. Going to work with a newfound vigor.

You feel your hips arch slightly against his mouth, your legs shaking and your breathing coming out in quick gasps. You clench your teeth, trying to keep yourself from crying out.

Your hands, which had been gripping the counter, quickly move to cover your mouth, trying to muffle your series of pathetic whines.

You bite down on your hand, as hard as you can to keep from moaning, but the more you hear your teammates' voices, the harder it is to keep yourself in check.

You listen to Buck's laughter, you hear the deep rumble of Bobby's voice talking about dinner plans, you hear Hen's voice as she enters a conversation with Chimney—

All you can think about at that moment is that at any second, any one of them could walk into the kitchen and see the two of you.

Shamefully, that thought is enough to send you over the edge.

Your body feels tense as your climax washes over you, "F-fuck—E-Eddie!"

Your legs are shaking more than ever, so much so that you're sure if Eddie wasn't holding you up, you would have fallen to the ground. Wave after wave that rolls through you, Eddie’s tongue is there to accompany it.

It’s too much. Everything’s overwhelming. You’re overstimulated, your brain is fuzzy, and your body is hot. You’re sure if this continues any longer, you’ll break. The sounds of the team outside seem to fade into the background for a moment.

"Goddamn Eddie, p-please.” You can barely hear your voice over your ragged breathing.

The rest of the team's voices echo through the station, you swear you can hear footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. You feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as he finally lets up.

He pulls away, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth, his face flushed and sweaty. You breathe heavily, leaning forward on the counter, your body still shuddering from the aftereffects of your orgasm.

You're about to try and fix your uniform, to make yourself look at least a little presentable when suddenly, you hear footsteps clambering up the loft stairs. You panic and start to scramble to pull your pants back up and as you manage to, Eddie swiftly slinks beside you so they don't suspect anything.

You see Buck’s head of curls as he clambers up the loft stairs, "You guys cooking?" he chirps.

Before you can open your mouth to speak, Eddie pipes up.

“Yep, figured that we’d go on and get a head start on dinner.” He says, leaning casually against the counter. Y’know, his tone is surprisingly calm for a man who had just had his head buried between your legs.

Buck smiles right back, seemingly clueless to what had been going on mere seconds before.

"Alright! Lemme know when it's ready, I'm starving."

He quickly turns back around and disappears, and you let yourself breathe again. You feel Eddie's hand fall to the small of your back.

"You did so well." He whispers in your ear, his voice low and gravely. "I'm proud of you."

You give him a weak smile, trying to keep your breathing under control, but it doesn't help that every nerve ending in your body is still on fire. Everything is still so sensitive, and you can't help but shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

He turns you so you're facing him, and you practically collapse into his chest. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You bury your face into his shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his sweat and cologne.

"Y-you're a dick, sometimes.” You mutter, still trying to calm your breathing as he steadies himself, you look down at the front of his pants and then back up to him. "Do you want me to...?"

Catching your drift, Eddie's cheeks suddenly flush with a light pink dusting.

"I uh—I a-already..." He stutters for a moment, trying to find his words.

You raise an eyebrow at his reaction, and your lips pull into a sly smile.

"Really? I didn’t even touch you.” You tease him, your finger slowly moving down his chest.

He swallows, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat as your hand slowly makes its way down his chest. He looks away, his cheeks still a dusted pink as a shiver goes through him.

"Yeah well,” He stutters, "Can you blame me?”

You can't help but giggle at his response, your face splitting into a grin as you look up at him. You reach up and pat him on the cheek.

"You're cute when you get all flustered."

His blush deepens at your touch, and he lets out a huff, trying to hold on to any shred of composure he has left.

“I am not flustered, I-I don’t get flustered.” He says defensively, finally meeting your gaze.

“Really? Cause you look pretty flustered to me.” You say smugly.

"Oh, shut up, cariño." he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You give a soft hum, "Never, Eds. I'm gonna enjoy this for as long as I can."

"I'm gonna make you eat those words later, princesa."

You raise an eyebrow at him, fighting the shiver that runs down your spine at the nickname.

"Is that a promise?" You say, leaning your body a little closer to his.

He grins down at you, a cheeky look on his face, "It's a guarantee."

[rosenclaws]

waking up worst!Logan with some head

warnings: minors dni!! 18+ only, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, dirty talk, fem!reader

a/n: i'm gonna be so fucking real with u guys I woke up horny and so this was born.

It’s not fair how handsome your boyfriend is. Waking up to his firm chest behind your back, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, and his rock hard dick slowly grinding against your ass.

Logan grumbles as you turn around in his arms. Still asleep as he moves to lay flat on his back. Your fingers rake gently along his bare chest and dipping below the covers. Your mouth waters as you lift the covers to see his morning wood in all its fucking glory.

He’s so sweet to you, so desperate to please. It’s time you return the favor. Crawling to the end of the bed you spit on his dick and start to stroke him. Running your thumb over the tip as he shudders. You smirk as you see his eyes flutter open as you kiss the prominent vein that runs down to the base.

“Morning handsome.” You purr as your hand starts to move faster. He props himself up on his elbows to get a better view.

“Good fucking morning to me.” He mumbles as he licks his lips. Logan groans as you dip your head down and lick from the base of his cock to the tip. Tracing a large vein with your tongue.

“Shit,” His head falls back into the pillows as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth. Spit dribbles down your chin as you try and take all of him. He’s big, fuck he’s big and thick and feels so fucking good.

“That’s it baby, you can take it.” It’s been too long since he’s hand someone pleasure him like this. Since anyone’s been willing to show him love like this. You whine as his hand grabs the back of your head, shoving you all the way down on his dick.

“Perfect fucking mouth.” He growls.

Your fingers dig into his thighs as you focus your breathing. Your nose rubbing against his coarse hair as he slowly thrusts into your mouth. You bob your head in time with his thrusts. Swirling your tongue messily, craving a taste of the man before you.

He pulls you off his dick, needing you off before he snapped which you didn't like one bit. You know he's desperate and you want him to break. To beg and take charge, take the pleasure that you're so willingly offering to him.

“Don’t give me that look.” He tuts as he grabs his cock in his hands. Giving it a few hard pumps.

"Please, don't hold back, need you so bad." You whine desperately.

Logan’s eyes grow dark at the filthy sight of you. Spit still connected to his dick, eyes watery with tears. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look this hot. He stands up and gently guides you to the floor. Grabbing your cheeks he squeezes until your lips pucker. He gently runs his cock along your lips.

"Feel how fucking hard you make me." He slowly lets go of your cheeks as he slides is back into your mouth.

"Don't know what you started," You relax your jaw as best you can, your eyes fluttering shut as you take all of him once again. Loving the heavy feeling of him on your tongue. He sighs as his thrusts get faster, harder. Pummeling your poor throat with the tip of his dick.

"Made just to suck my cock right baby? Yeah you fucking are." He shoves your head down as he comes hard in your mouth. You greedily swallow everything he gives you, not wanting to waste a drop. He relents his hold on you only a little, letting you catch your breath for a moment.

"Fuck you're too good to me, so sweet." He lovingly scratches the back of your head. He helps you stand up and lays you on the bed. His lips peppering kisses along your shoulder as his hips grind into your thigh.

"Logan.." You whine as he crawls lower and lower. His shoulder muscles flex as he kneels onto floor. A devious look in his eyes as he spreads your legs.

"You had your breakfast, now let me have mine."

[beloveds-embrace]

rugby player Simon and his pretty little balerina partner. Thats it. Thats whats currently plaquing my mind

Now that you’ve said it I’m thinking about them too because YES 😩 i tried a more headcanony style for this, really had no idea what to write as a drabble

• You first met Simon “Ghost” Riley during an injury rehab session. He’s there nursing a rough tackle, while you’re recovering from an overworked ankle. Despite his intimidating size and silence, he notices how gracefully you move even while stretching, and you can’t help but admire his sheer size even if he’s making the nurses nervous.

• Ghost is, honest to god, shy about approaching you at first; why would delicate, lovely you want someone of his type and build to approach you? But he still gets roped into conversation when you tease him for struggling with a basic stretching exercise. “I’m built for smashing into blokes, not folding like you do.” he grumbles, but he doesn’t sound truly bothered. You are sure you can even hear the amusement. And this is how you end up exchanging number and texting, until he finally asky you out on a proper date.

• He’s genuinely amazed at your discipline and talent, often catching himself zoning out while watching you rehearse. You tease him for staring, but he’s truky awestruck by how effortlessly you glide across the floor, almost looking weightless.

• You love watching him play rugby. Seeing him control the field with raw strength and precision is hot. You start attending his matches, cheering louder than anyone else when he tackles an opponent or scores. His favorite cheerleader- his best girl <3

• Ghost introduces you to his gym routines, and you try (unsuccessfully) to keep up with his weightlifting. You love the view of his muscles flexing, though, and you don’t try to hide it. You also love sitting on his back while he does pushups, giving him a kiss ever so often in encouragement.

• In return, you teach him some basic ballet moves to improve his agility to help him. The image of this massive, intimidating man attempting pliés is hilarious, but he’s surprisingly nimble. “Don’t tell the lads, yeah, doll?” he huffs, though his amusement is clear and it has you giggling.

• Simon loves how tiny you feel when he wraps his arms around you. After games, he picks you up effortlessly, spinning you around as you laugh and lean down to kiss him much to the whistles and hoots of his teammates. Neither of you care anyways.

• After a game, he’s all adrenaline and intensity, body taut. You tease him by saying, “Don’t you dare bring that sweaty self near me, Simon Riley.” but he pulls you into a heated kiss anyway, pinning you gently against a wall in the hallways of the stadium.

• He loves when you practice in front of him wearing your ballet leotard. The combination of your grace and your form-fitting outfit gets his heart and more racing, though he keeps his composure… mostly.

• Simon is also your biggest cheerleader during your performances, sitting in the front row with a bouquet of flowers that looks comically small in his massive hands. He always looks proud, even if he doesn’t say much. And he absolutely glares or shushes anyone who is causing a ruckus and taking the spotlight off you.

• He joins you most of the time in the backstages, and when you’re feeling nervous before a performance, he cups your face in his big, warm hands and whispers, “You’re the most talented person in the room. Show ‘em who you are.”

• You return the favor by helping him relax before games. You massage his shoulders and give him little pep talks, which he pretends not to need but secretly loves. Sometimes of them are even recorded on his phone for the very rare occasions you can’t make it to his games.

• Said it before but I’ll say it again: you love how his body feels next to yours- rugby has made him all broad shoulders and powerful muscles, and he loves how delicate your hands feel running over his skin. Likewise, he loves caressing your skin and rubbing creams and ointments to your aching feet muscles.

• He calls you “Twinkle Toes” which sounds sarcastic at first but is said with so much affection that it melts your heart.

• You call him “Big Softie” because, despite his tough exterior, he’s the sweetest with you. He pretends to hate it, but he secretly loves when you use it in private. Had a stupid smile on his face when saw it was how you had your contact for him saved.

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ counter sex with sungchan }

pairing: soft dom bf! sungchan x f. reader

contents: SIZE KINK!!!, STRENGTH KINK!!!, kissing, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be like them), pet names: baby, princess, eating out, thumb in mouth, light choking, bulge kink kind of (?), big dick sungchan

authors note: this was a fun write, i can’t stop thinking about him and how big he is 😵‍💫 (w.c. 1.8k)

MINORS DNI

sungchan, who’s obsessed with the size and strength difference between you two, it turns him on so bad you could be doing the simplest of things, but oh, you need him to reach something for you? you need him to open something for you? yeah, he’s done for. he loves knowing he can easily protect you, and something about that just really does it for him.

sungchan has been like this throughout your entire relationship, however, has been somewhat holding back until recently due to not wanting to scare you away. when i say his sex drive is HIGH, i mean it’s top of the charts high, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. but recently, he noticed you seemed to enjoy it too. the way you’d always comment on how big he was compared to you and how strong he was. just absolutely feeding his ego, he became more showing of how much it turned him on.

——

tonight was a normal night for you and your boyfriend. you were putting away some clean dishes and doing everything you could reach first. once you got to the dishes you couldn’t quite reach, you called your boyfriend over. “channie? can you come help me, please?” you call out to him; his head immediately flies up from where he’s seated on the couch, and he sees you holding the dishes in your hand. he gets up and comes over to you, taking the dishes out of your hands. you’re leaned with your back against the counter, and sungchan gets closer and closer to you before reaching up to put the dishes in the cabinet. essentially caging you in. you let your gaze that naturally fell to his chest linger upwards to where his arm was reaching over your head. you licked your lips as you watched the muscles of his arm flex. his arm retracted and landed on your waist; his eyes fell to your face. “you like my arms, baby?” he asks, voice cunning, a smirk on his face. you’re looking up at him, eyes big and inviting, and you nod. “you’re so strong, i love it,” sweetness dripping from your tone. “and so tall too,” you run your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

he knew what you were doing, trying to get him riled up, and he loved it. he chuckles lowly, a smile on his face. “you’re just so small, baby,” his voice sends tingles through your body and straight to your core. his grip on your waist tightens slightly, his other hand tucking some hair behind your ear, then resting on your cheek. you lean into his touch, nuzzling your head into his large hand. your eyes fall shut for a moment, reveling in the comfort of your boyfriends warmth, before you open them to look up at him again. “stop looking at me like that, baby." sungchan whines, you feign innocence, “like what?” you bat your eyelashes slightly. “like you want me to take you right here on this counter.” his voice deepens as lust drips from his tone. a smirk paints your lips. “maybe i do,” you reply confidently.

you look at each other for a moment, chests heaving with anticipation, before you crash your lips together, tongues wasting no time to begin fighting for dominance. sungchan drags his hands down to the back of your thighs while crouching slightly to hoist you on the counter, not breaking the kiss once. you wrap your legs around his waist, caging him in, feeling his erection pressing into your heat. you sigh into his mouth at the pressure. one of his hands falls back to your waist, the other coming up to rest on the base of your neck, lightly applying pressure. you moan into his mouth before pulling away briefly to catch your breath. both of your lips are puffy, chests heaving in sync. his hand still on your throat as you stare into each other's eyes. the tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife.

you furrow your eyebrows slightly as you look at your boyfriend before reaching down to fiddle with the button of his jeans. “please, sungchan” you say, voice sultry. sungchan removes his hand from your neck and brings it down to grab yours, removing it from his waistband. “you’re adorable when you beg, but not yet. wanna take my time with you.” he replied huskily. you pout at his words, and sungchan kisses your lips gently. “patience, baby,” he says, chuckling at your frustration. his hands fall to your thighs, rubbing up and down them a few times before he drops to his knees, now face to face with your clothed heat. he begins to trail kisses up your thighs until he’s met with your heat, and he places a singular open-mouthed kiss on the fabric that encloses it. you shudder at the feeling, a shaky breath leaving your lips. his fingers trail up to your waistband, slipping under. you lift your hips slightly, making it easier for him to slide your shorts or underwear off. once he rids you of your garments, he wastes no time bringing his face back up to your core. he lets his nose nestle in between your folds as he begins to kiss your cunt gently. you jump at the feeling, one of your hands immediately flying to his hair. he drags his tongue through your folds, tasting your juices; he stops at your clit, and begins to suck lightly on it. your body jolts as moans slip past your lips, and your hand fisting sungchans hair. you feel sungchan groan into your cunt, clearly enjoying this almost as much as you are. he continues lapping at your pussy, making sure to pay attention to all the areas that make your brain fuzzy.

your eyes screw shut as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, and your legs close around sungchans head. “i-im c-close” you manage to get out, but sungchan already knows, his ministrations on your cunt speeding up as he eats you out. loud moans are falling past your lips as your hips buck into his mouth, practically riding his face as you come undone on his tongue. sungchan lets you ride out your orgasm before placing one last kiss on your cunt and pulling his head from between your legs.

your hands are gripping the edge of the counter as you try to steady your breathing. sungchan stands up and peppers kisses on your face before stepping back and beginning to rid himself of his pants. you watch his every move, noticing the way the muscles on his arms flex every time he moves them; your eyes trail down his body as his cock springs free. you’re practically drooling at the sight; his cock is heavy; he’s got length and the perfect amount of girth. you’d seen it plenty of times before, but it made your mouth water every time. he runs his hand over his cock a couple times, groaning at the feeling before stepping back in between your legs. he positions the head of his cock to be resting between your folds, and he uses this opportunity to gently move himself up and down your cunt, coating himself in your juices. your body trembles, still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm. “mmm, doing so good for me, baby,” he coos. you move your arms to wrap around his neck as he aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes himself in.

a choked moan rips from your throat at the stretch; he’s not even all the way in yet, and you’re already feeling cock drunk. he continues to push himself in slowly, not wanting to hurt you, until he’s completely bottomed out and his tip is prodding at your cervix. your grip around his neck is tight as you throw your head back with a moan. sungchan is still inside you for the time being but takes the opportunity to trail kisses all over your neck, biting and sucking slightly in some places. whimpers fall past your lips at all the sensations you’re feeling. he trails kisses up from your neck to your jaw, finally landing on your lips as he kisses you passionately. he pulls himself almost all the way out of you before thrusting back in. you break the kiss to moan in ecstasy. sungchan is thrusting inside you at a steady pace, groans falling past his lips every so often. he’s trying so hard not to screw his eyes shut in pleasure, wanting to see your pretty face come undone in front of him, but also obsessed with the way your tight cunt is squeezing him so well. his head rolls back before coming back around to look you in the face. he grabs your chin with one of his hands, forcing you to look at him. his thrusts never slow. “taking me so well, princess,” he groans before swiping your bottom lip with his thumb, you immediately opening your mouth so he can press the digit down on your tongue.

drool begins to form around the corners of your mouth as moans fall from your mouth, sungchans thumb still taking up residence on your tongue as he fucks you. his thrusts slow for a moment, making sure you can really feel all of him. he removes his thumb from your mouth, gathering the drool from the corners of your mouth before moving his hand down to press onto your lower stomach. he stills himself inside you for a moment, and you clench around him. his hand is flat on your tummy, applying light pressure, right where his cock is inside you. “so small baby, can you feel me here?” he cocks his head to the side, and you moan at the feeling of his hand pressing down on you. you nod your head frantically, lip tucked between your teeth as you fight the whines trying to leave your throat. his hand moves to go back to your waist, and he picks up speed again, absolutely fucking you silly. you’re a moaning, whiny mess, crying out his name as his cock drags through your gummy walls. your hands have traveled to hold onto his thick biceps, and your fingernails are digging into his skin. he groans at the feeling, absolutely loving it. you can feel your orgasm approaching, and so can sungchan, your walls continuously clenching around him as your moans get louder. he brings a hand down to rub at your clit, shockwaves getting sent through your body at the sudden stimulation.

your muscles begin to tighten; “i-im close,” you choke out. “i know, baby, let go for me,” he coos, his voice sending you over the edge as you cum all over his cock. sungchan is right behind you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he empties his seed into you, both of you a moaning mess. his thrusts finally slow, and his cock slips out of you. you clench around the feeling of nothing, already missing being full, and you collapse against your boyfriend. sungchan chuckles at you, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up off the counter.

“let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?”

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[hyunjincanraptoo]

Cyber sex

Requested by @kittentaegu. Tysm, this was very interesting to write. I hope you like it 💜

This is from my prompt list (complete now). Click here to check it out 😊

Word count: 774

Warnings: masturbation

Alexa, play Cyber Sex by Doja Cat

A late night Facetime call while you're miles apart

You hadn’t even meant to start anything. It was just supposed to be a late night Facetime call— a few sleepy conversations over the screen, maybe some teasing as usual. But the second you saw him, shirtless, hair messy and jaw clenching as he adjusted his phone on the pillow, something in you flipped. Hyunjin and you had been apart for weeks now as he was off on world tour, performing in countless cities and living his dream, but it was starting to feel like an eternity without him

“Miss me?”, he asked with that lazy grin, voice deep and a little scratchy from sleep. You curled a hand under your cheek, tugging your blanket up just a little, “Always. You look so good like this”. “Yeah?”, his gaze dropped, “Thanks, baby. What’re you wearing?”.

You pulled the camera back just enough to show that you were in one of his t-shirts, bare thighs peeking out beneath it. “This. Nothing underneath”. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, “You’re seriously testing my self control”.

You let your legs shift a little wider on the bed, knowing exactly what you were doing, “You could help yourself out, you know. I wouldn’t mind watching”. His brows lifted, surprised, but he didn’t hesitate for too long, “You wanna see me jerk off for you?”. You bit your lip and nodded shyly, “I want to see everything”.

Hyunjin’s breath caught,  “Fuck”. He shifted again, propping the phone at an angle that gave you a full view of his body— toned, lean, veins bulging on his forearms flexing as he pushed the covers down. He was already hard beneath his boxers, and the sight of it alone had your clenching between your thighs.

“God”, you breathed, eyes trailing over every inch of him. “You look like temptation”. He chuckled lowly, palming himself through the fabric, “Then go ahead… watch me give in to it”.

Slowly, calculatedly, he pushed his boxers down, letting his cock pop free— thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. Your breath hitched at the sight, mouth watering. Fuck, you missed him so much.

Hyunjin’s hand wrapped around himself, slow at first, dragging from base to tip while his eyes stayed locked on yours, “You’re not touching yourself?” “I just wanna watch”, you murmured but your core pulsed already. “I want to see how you fuck your hand thinking about me”. His groan was deep, guttural. He spread his legs wider, stroking himself more firmly now, hips barely lifting from the bed.

“I’ve been thinking about your mouth”, he confessed, breath ragged, “The way you moan when I slide in… how warm you feel wrapped around me”. You whined softly, fingers digging into your sheets as your eyes stayed fixed on him. The way his chest was rising and falling, the veins in his arm became more prominent, pulsing beneath his skin as he pumped faster, precum dripping over his fist.

“Wish I was there to lick it up”, you said softly, “I’d let you come all over me” “Fuck”, he hissed, head falling back slightly before lifting it again to stare at you. “You’d let me paint your thighs with it, wouldn’t you?”. You nodded, dazed, “Every drop”. He let out another broken groan, then reached offscreen and when he returned, he was holding something.

Your panties.

You gasped, “You found them” “Oh, I found them”, he said with a grin, bringing the soft lace to his face and inhaling deeply, “They smell like you. Sweet and naughty”. Then, still stroking his cock, he wrapped the panties around his shaft and the image of it had your core pulsing harder. “Fuck, Hyunjin” “I’m so close”, he panted, “All because of you” 

His hand moved faster now, slick from arousal and the delicate fabric. You could hear the sound of it over the line— obscene and addictive. His thighs tensed, stomach muscles tight, jaw clenched as he chased the edge. “I want you to come for me”, you whispered, fingers finally slipping between your legs as you watched him unravel.

And with one more stroke, his hips jerked off the bed, eyes rolling back as his release spilled out, dripping hot and messy over his fist and your panties. He panted heavily, chest rising in sharp waves as he brought the lace to his lips again, kissing it with a smirk on his lips.

“Damn,” he muttered, “You drive me fucking insane. You smiled softly, cheeks flushed, “Glad I could help”. He gave you a look— hungry, still not completely satisfied. “Next time I see you, you’re gonna ride me while wearing nothing but that shirt”. Your stomach flipped, “Oh, really?” “Promise. And next time, baby…”.  He leaned closer to the camera, eyes dark, “You’re not just watching”.

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[noorpersona]

Jealousy: Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi was good at controlling himself.

He had to be—he worked in a gym, surrounded by athletes, lifters, and fitness junkies who all looked like they were carved from stone. He’d seen enough shirtless guys flexing in mirrors to be immune to it.

Or at least, he thought he was immune.

Until today. Until this guy.

Some shredded gym bro with veins popping, abs tight, sweat glistening just right under the gym lights, standing at the bench press and calling for you.

Not him. Not any of the other trainers. You.

“Hey,” the guy said, voice smooth, cocky. “Think you can check my form?”

You—being the professional, non-suspecting menace that you are—nodded immediately. “Sure thing.”

Iwaizumi didn’t react at first. Just kept his eyes on you from across the room, his towel draped over his shoulder, fingers twitching slightly against the water bottle in his hand.

Because he already knew what was coming.

He knew what this guy wanted.

And so did you.

But that didn’t stop you from walking over, from crouching beside the guy, adjusting his grip, your fingers brushing against his forearm, his bicep, your voice sweet and focused.

Iwaizumi exhaled sharply through his nose.

You weren’t even flirting. You were genuinely coaching him. Adjusting his wrist placement, explaining the mechanics of the movement, giving clear, professional advice.

But the guy? He was milking it.

“Oh, like this?” he asked, purposefully getting it wrong again.

You frowned slightly, stepping closer, placing your hands lightly on his arms to guide him. “Not quite. Here, you should feel tension through your chest, not just your shoulders.”

You gave him a quick tap on his tricep, then his pec. “Feel that?”

The guy grinned. “Not really. Maybe I just need a better pump.”

Iwaizumi rolled his neck, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

You, ever the dedicated trainer, didn’t immediately clock the bullshit. Instead, you pressed lightly against his bicep, checking the engagement. “It should activate here—”

The guy flexed slightly, purely for show.

And that’s when Iwaizumi had enough.

He made his way over, casual but not really, and stopped beside you, tilting his head slightly.

“Boss is looking for you,” he said, voice low and impossible to argue with. “I’ll take over.”

You blinked, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, what—”

But he was already guiding you away, firm but careful, not giving you a chance to protest before turning back to the guy.

“Alright, man.” Iwaizumi cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s see that form.”

The guy nodded, picked up the bar—

And immediately, his form was perfect.

Not a single issue.

Iwaizumi just stared. “Huh.”

The guy hesitated, shifting awkwardly. "Uh… well, I just need a spot."

Iwaizumi nodded slowly, expression unreadable. "Oh. Yeah? No problem."

As he stepped into position behind the bench, you decided to check if your boss had actually needed you. You made your way toward the reception desk, leaning over slightly. "Hey, did the boss ask for me?"

The receptionist frowned, shaking their head. "Nope. Haven't seen them call for anyone."

You paused, then huffed out a small laugh, shaking your head to yourself. "It’s alright."

Turning around, you smiled knowingly.

By the time you returned, Iwaizumi was finishing up with the guy. "Yeah, your form is practically perfect now. Looks like that advice really helped."

The dude muttered a quick "Thanks" before grabbing his towel and heading toward the lockers, a little too quickly.

You raised a brow at Iwaizumi. "Boss didn't need me for anything."

He didn’t even flinch. "Huh. Weird."

You stared at him, lips twitching. "Super weird."

His smirk was casual, smug. "Well, he really did improve, didn’t he?"

You hummed, stretching your arms overhead before tilting your head at him, eyes playful. "If only I had someone to improve my form..."

Before you could take another step, his hand was on your waist, firm, warm, pulling you back against him. His other hand slid down, palming your ass with a slow squeeze that made your breath hitch.

He leaned in, voice low and rough. "Just wait until we get home."

[lakeaether]

piggyback | k.mg

PAIRING: kim mingyu x gn!reader GENRE: fluff, established relationship SUMMARY: in which mingyu gives you a piggyback ride in the park WARNINGS: reader gets carried by mingyu, mention of body image concerns, mention of having kids, mild teasing, handholding, one kiss on the cheek, terms of endearment WORD COUNT: 956 NOTE: wow, my first fic !! lmk your thoughts everyone (^^)/

“What’re you thinking about?” Mingyu asked, momentarily pausing your stroll through the park to give your hand a gentle squeeze.

Broken out of your trance, you blink and glance up at him. Mingyu’s looking at you with a small smile, curious eyes, and raised eyebrows, waiting patiently for your answer.

“Huh?” You say, tilting your head slightly in confusion.

“I asked what you were thinking about. You looked deep in thought,” he replies, leaning in to softly poke you in the forehead.

“Oh!” Your mouth parts in realization. “I didn’t even notice I was zoning out.” 

Instead of answering right away, you lean against his arm, your gaze drifting back to the playground that had caught your attention earlier. The park is alive with the golden glow of the afternoon sun, its rays filtering through the trees and casting shadows on the grass. Even from a distance, children's laughter rings out like an infectious joyful melody, blending with the soft rustle of leaves swaying in the gentle breeze.

Mingyu follows your gaze, tilting his head slightly as he tries to figure out what’s caught your attention. “Baby?” he calls softly, pulling you from your thoughts again.

You smile up at him, eyes warm and tender. “Sorry,” you chuckle. “I was watching the kids earlier and got lost in thought.”

“You were thinking about kids?” Mingyu huffs dramatically, playfully nudging your shoulder. “We’ve only been dating a couple of months, and you’re already imagining kids? Wow, how bold of you.”

“What? No!” you exclaim, your face growing warm as you pull back from his arm. “That’s not what I meant!” Covering your mouth with your hand, you let out a surprised laugh, embarrassed by his teasing.

Mingyu grins, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Then what were you thinking about?” he presses, his voice still playful but now tinged with curiosity.

You glance back at the playground, the corners of your lips tugging into a wistful smile. “I was thinking about how happy and carefree they look. I guess it reminded me of when I was their age and life felt simple.”

You pause, hesitating, then add, “One of my favorite memories as a kid was getting piggyback rides. The wind rushing through my face made me feel like I was flying.”

Mingyu looks at you for a moment, then lets go of your hand. Without a word, he steps in front of you and turns around, bending his knees slightly. He pats the back of his thighs, glancing over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you ask, raising a brow.

“Hop on,” he says simply, his grin widening.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” You cross your arms and shift your weight onto one foot.

Mingyu straightens up with a pout, crossing his arms to mirror you. “Why not? What, you don’t think I’m strong enough? These muscles aren’t just for show, you know.”

He flexes his bicep dramatically, and despite your resolve, your gaze flicks toward his arm for a moment too long. His smirk grows.

“Mingyu, be serious!” you protest, shaking your head

“I am! Tell me, why not?” He whines, dropping his arm.

“Because…” you start, then trail off, looking elsewhere.

“Because…?” he prompts, leaning closer.

You sigh, your voice dropping to a shy murmur. “What if I’m too heavy?”

Mingyu’s expression softens instantly. “Babe, that’s nonsense. If anything, it’s motivation for me to keep working out. And honestly, you’re perfect just as you are.”

His sincerity makes your chest tighten, and you’re not sure how to respond. Instead, you glance down, muttering, “What if people stare?”

He takes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “There’s no one around on this side of the park. And even if there were, let them stare. It’s not every day people get to see someone as beautiful as you carried around by someone as handsome as me.”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head at his shameless confidence. “You play a hard bargain, Mr. Kim. Fine, I’ll do it.”

Mingyu’s eyes light up with excitement. He turns around, crouching down again, his hands motioning for you to climb on. Taking a deep breath, you place your hands on his shoulders and jump gently onto his back. His hands immediately grip your thighs, steadying you as your arms loop around his neck.

“Ready?” he asks, barely containing his grin. “Here we go!”

Before you can respond, he takes off at a sprint, the wind whipping through your face as you shriek.

“Mingyu, slow down!” you cry out, though your laughter betrays your enjoyment.

“Faster? Got it!” he teases, his giggles mixing with yours as he dashes around the park.

After a few minutes of running, he slows to a leisurely pace, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

“Honestly, I could walk us all the way home, and I wouldn’t even break a sweat.” he boasts, puffing out his chest playfully.

“All right, Superman, I get it,” you say, rolling your eyes and patting his chest lightly. “I’ll never doubt you or your ridiculous strength again.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder as he continues walking, the two of you wrapped in a comfortable silence. 

“Thanks, Mingyu,” you whisper after a moment. “This… it means a lot to me.”

He turns his head slightly, his cheek brushing yours. “Yeah?” His voice is soft. “Well, you mean a lot to me, so this is the least I could do.”

Your heart swells, and you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. His ears turn red, but he doesn’t say anything, just tightening his grip on your thighs slightly.

With Mingyu’s warmth and the serenity of the park surrounding you, everything feels right.

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How they react to your praise during sex...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

How would they react to your sweet words of praise during an intimate moment? All characters are aged up.

Featuring Aged Up: Katsuki Bakugo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Eijiro Kirishima, Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Rikido Sato, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo acts like he doesn’t care about praise, but he’s starving for it.

The second you say "You feel so good, Katsuki," he growls and thrusts harder.

If you whisper "You’re so strong," he completely loses control.

If you tell him he’s the best you’ve ever had? He grins like a madman and wrecks you.

"Fuck, baby," Bakugo gritted out, his grip tight on your hips as he slammed into you.

"You feel so good, Katsuki," you moaned, digging your nails into his arms.

His hips snapped forward harder. His red eyes darkened with hunger.

"Yeah?" he growled, grinning wickedly.

"You’re the best, Katsuki," you gasped, arching against him.

His pace snapped into something brutal.

"Fucking say it again," he ordered, his breath ragged, desperate.

You obliged.

And Bakugo completely lost his mind.

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki gets completely flustered when you praise him.

If you moan "You feel amazing, Tamaki," he whimpers against your skin.

If you tell him he’s making you feel so good, he loses his rhythm, panting hard.

Call him a good boy? He melts into a trembling, desperate mess.

"T-Tamaki," you moaned, fingernails raking down his back.

His hips faltered, a deep, shaky breath escaping him.

"You feel so good," you whispered against his ear.

A soft, wrecked whimper slipped from his lips.

"You’re such a good boy," you praised, kissing along his jaw.

Tamaki completely shattered.

He buried his face in your shoulder, his movements turning desperate, needy, wrecked.

"Please," he gasped. "S-say it again…"

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso acts like praise doesn’t affect him, but it absolutely does.

If you moan "You’re amazing, Shinso," he smirks, but his hips stutter.

If you say "You’re so deep," his fingers tighten on your waist, and he loses composure.

Call him "good boy" and he literally stops functioning.

"You feel so good, Shinso," you moaned, tugging on his messy purple hair.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Yeah?"

"You’re perfect," you breathed.

His hips faltered.

"You’re so deep," you whispered, voice thick with pleasure.

Shinso groaned lowly, his fingers digging into your hips.

"Shit," he muttered, thrusting rougher, more desperate.

Then you smirked. "You’re such a good boy for me, Hitoshi."

He completely froze— then let out a deep, wrecked moan, burying his face in your neck as he lost all control.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri loves praise—it fuels him like nothing else.

If you say "You’re so strong, Eiji," he flexes and grips you tighter.

If you tell him "You’re the best I’ve ever had," he groans and wrecks you.

If you whisper "You make me feel so safe," he kisses you deep and slow, filled with adoration.

"Eiji," you moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist.

His red eyes gleamed with hunger. "Yeah, baby?"

"You’re so strong," you gasped, clawing at his back.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.

"Yeah?" he grinned, gripping your thighs tighter.

"You’re the best, Eiji," you whispered.

Kirishima’s pace turned desperate, rougher— like he needed to show you exactly how good he could make you feel.

Mezo Shoji

Shoji is sweet, strong, and easily broken by praise.

If you whisper "You make me feel so good," he groans deeply.

If you tell him "I love how strong you are," he loses his rhythm.

If you say "You’re my perfect man," he literally trembles.

"You feel so good, Shoji," you whispered, fingertips tracing his arms.

His muscles tensed beneath you.

"You’re so strong," you murmured.

A deep groan escaped him, his fingers tightening on your thighs.

"You’re my perfect man," you gasped.

Shoji trembled, his rhythm breaking, his whole body shaking as he buried his face in your neck, thrusting deeper, completely lost in your praise.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tokoyami pretends to be unaffected by praise—but he absolutely is.

The moment you whisper "You feel amazing," he grips you harder.

If you say "I love your voice," he lets out a low, deep growl.

If you call him "my dark prince," he completely snaps.

"Fumikage," you moaned, legs wrapped around his waist.

His breath hitched.

"You feel amazing," you whispered.

His grip tightened.

"I love your voice," you continued.

A low, deep growl rumbled from his chest.

"My dark prince," you teased.

Tokoyami’s control shattered.

His hips snapped forward, deep and relentless, his hands gripping your waist as he lost himself in you.

Rikido Sato

Sato is a mix of sweet and strong—but praise makes him desperate.

If you tell him "You make me feel so full," he groans and grips your hips.

If you whisper "You’re so good to me," he completely loses it.

"You make me feel so full, Riki," you moaned.

His hips stuttered.

"You’re so good to me," you whispered.

A deep groan escaped him, his arms wrapping around you tight.

"You’re driving me crazy," he growled, thrusting harder, faster—wrecked by your words.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Tetsu loves praise—he eats it up.

If you say "You feel so good," he grins and goes harder.

If you moan "You’re so strong," he completely loses it.

"You feel so good, Tetsu," you moaned.

His grin widened. "Hell yeah, I do."

"You’re so strong," you gasped.

A deep, satisfied growl escaped him. "Fuck, babe—say it again."

You did.

And Tetsu went absolutely feral.

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