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Friedrich Harding x wife!reader

Summary: Your marriage with Friedrich has been wonderful except for the fact that you haven't conceived a child yet, which worries you more than it worries him.

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: age gap (22/30), allusions to sex (kinda explicit), Friedrich was previously married to Anna but they didn't have children either, mentions of pregnancy, infertility, sexisms (regarding medical practices :( and marriages) misunderstanding trope, naive!reader

FRIEDRICH HARDING MASTERLIST

Your husband was much older than you when you married him. He was a widower, previously in love and happy, and your union had only been a marriage of convenience. Your father worked with his father in his shipyard, and they had arranged the entire ceremony. You'd even heard them talk in the parlor about how if you were of age when it was Fridrich's first time to find a suitable wife, they would have married you both sooner.

Friedrich didn't talk to you much after your initial meeting and you sensed his apprehension in marrying someone so soon after his Anna. 

The wedding ceremony still happened despite your pleas to your mother that you were ill and that they would have to postpone the marriage until your ailment disappeared. She had simply tightened your corset and shushed you, leaving no more room for anymore protesting. 

As you approached the altar, you felt sicker and sicker. Friedrich didn't look at you until you reached him, but when he did that harsh look in his eyes became softer, more understanding. You felt like you had cotton in your ears as the priest conducted the ceremony and the only thing that grounded you was the gentle caress of Friedrich's thumb against your palm.

His touch was calming but once the ceremony was over and you could finally retire to your chamber, all your nerves suddenly returned.

Friedrich sat on the bed, unbuttoning his chemise. He looked at you. "Well?" He smiled lightly and shrugged off his shirt. "Will you stand there like a frightened doe, or join me in our bed?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and walked over slowly. Friedrich's large hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer as he untied your undergarment, the fabric smooth beneath his fingers. You didn't dare breathe as his fingers danced and glided across your bare skin and the dress eventually pooled at your ankles. 

Friedrich's nose nuzzled against your neck as you found yourself on your back, his body hovering over yours. "Relax, I will talk you through what I am doing," he promised. You felt his hips press against yours, "I will not hurt you."

It was true. He didn't hurt you. He was gentle and kind. And once a cry of ecstasy tumbled from your lips, you fell madly in love. You craved your new husband's touch every waking moment. 

Friedrich was not used to you—how young and curious you were—Anna had fallen ill so soon into his marriage with her that she was never interested in being intimate, and he did not force her. With you, it was different, and he did his best to keep up and make you happy. He took you to your shared bed whenever you would ask him. 

But alas, nothing good could last forever, because the more he would bed you, the more suspicions around you grew louder. 

Why hadn't you become with child?

One evening, you lay beside your husband, his arm slung around your stomach as he sleeps against the crook of your neck. He's sleeping so calmly and you can't sleep a wink. You can feel his seed dripping from inside you, another attempt at starting a family, and you can feel tears in your ears. 

"Friedrich?" you whisper, taking his arm and turning onto your side. He groans, eyes fluttering open as he takes you in. The moon is the only source of light as it illuminates your worried expression. Your husband sleepily pushes some hair from your forehead with his knuckle.

"What is it?" he asks you, his voice thick with sleep. "It is late. Are you still unsatisfied?" Friedrich chuckles slowly but it dies in his throat as he feels you tense. He sits up, reaching over to turn on the oil lamp. Once he does, you sit up as well and look at him. Friedrich smiles and pushes some loose hair behind your ear. "What is the matter?"

"I am not with child," you whisper, your voice strained. 

"Not yet."

"Friedrich, it has been months," you try to explain your worry but he shakes his head, his palm resting against your cheek. 

"I am not worried," he reassures you but pauses when he sees your anxious expression, "but if you want, I shall call Dr. Müller in the morning, but we shouldn't—"

You cut him off and nod. "Please, will you call him?" you ask. 

Friedrich's jaw clenches but he nods.

The next morning, you're sitting in the parlor. Dr. Müller was in the hallway, discussing your condition with Friedrich. You sit uncomfortably, feeling sore from the exam, and the maids look at you sympathetically as they prepare your morning tea.

You're anxious for your husband to return with good news and so when Friedrich walks in, you stand and press a hand over your stomach. Your corset is digging into your ribs.

Friedrich looks up, his expression unreadable, and he walks over. "Mein Liebling (my darling)," he begins, his knuckle skimming your cheek. 

"What did Dr. Müller say was wrong with me? Can he help?"

"Nothing is wrong with you, dove. There is nothing abnormal that he can see," he whispers, he soothes you as his fingers play with a ringlet near your cheekbone. Your hopeful gaze disappears and Friedrich's chest tightens. "He has prescribed some herbal medicines that help with fertility, but he says we should keep trying. He did not seem worried," he explains slowly. 

You frown and shake your head. "But, my cycles. I told him they're agonizing—surely that must—"

"Shh," Friedrich kisses your forehead. "He does not think it is related."

"But—"

"Can we speak of something more joyful? Nothing is wrong with you. That is a good thing. Come, we can go for a walk in town and I shall buy you those roses you love," Friedrich says against your skin and smoothes a hand down your sides. Your lips thin into a line and you know better than to argue. Instead, you strain a smile and pretend that the gnawing worry in your stomach isn't there.

* * * 

Months pass and still no child. 

"We have been, sir," Friedrich interrupts his father's rambles one cold winter evening as he drops his silver fork onto his plate. You startle at the sound, having gone quiet as soon as the conversation of grandchildren came up. Friedrich's mother looks at you pitifully. 

You feel like you could burst into tears. This dinner was bound to be a disaster and you had warned Friedrich but he did not listen. 

"My love, why don't you and Mama talk in the parlor," Friedrich interrupts as his father opens his mouth to answer. Your husband stands, his chair scraping against the expensive wooden floor, and he helps you stand as well. You nod, unable to meet your father-in-law's gaze as you walk into the parlor room. 

Friedrich's mother does not speak to you, her gaze locked onto the door as she waits for her husband and son. 

"I–" you turn to her, picking at the skin of your nails. 

"No need, child. Our husbands will work it out," she says sternly and that pit in your stomach returns. Feeling restless, you stand, unable to bear knowing Friedrich and his father are discussing you in another room. Friedrich's mother only stares at you. 

You walk into the dimly lit hallway, your hand sliding over the mahogany door. You press against the door, listening in. You can only make out fragments of their conversation, and both of the men seem angry. 

"I will not die without a grandchild. You need an heir, Friedrich."

"I know this, and we have been trying—"

"You know trying is not enough. She is a lovely girl, my son, I should know I chose her for you, but you know what needs to be done—" 

Air leaves your lungs as tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. Herr Harding wants Friedrich to divorce you. You feel faint as you hold onto the wall, your stomach turning. Still, you continue to listen in; 

"I know," Friedrich says and then he pauses, "Just let me do this my way. I shall speak with her—"

You can't beat to listen to anything more as you move from the door, returning into the parlor. Frau Harding looks up, her expression blank, but she sees your fright.

Standing, she walks over and presses her palm to your forehead as your breathing becomes heavy. The doors to the parlor swing open and Friedrich walks in, his father close behind him.

When your husband sees you, concern immediately sparks in his eyes and he walks over. "Mein Liebling (my darling), what is the matter? Are you feeling ill?" He pulls you into him, holding you to his chest as his fingers soothingly massage into your scalp. "Shall I call Dr. Müller?"

Friedrich's mother returns to her husband, touching his arm and shaking her head. Tears blur your vision. You remember their conversation. Friedrich plans to ruin you. A sharp pain strikes your heart. 

Still, you shake your head, whispering, "No, it is nothing." 

That night, while your maids help you undress and brush your hair, Friedrich walks into your bedroom—the spare one you have without him. The maids startle, quickly finishing up, and leaving. You stand, looking confused. He never comes in unannounced. This is your space, the room you'd chosen as your sanctuary when you needed one. It wasn't often you used it, but tonight you didn't feel like joining Friedrich in your shared chamber.

"Friedrich," you whisper, bare feet padding across the carpet to him. 

He meets you in the middle and holds your arm. "I think we should travel. Go to the seaside. The fresh air will do you some good. Clear your head. It could help," he smiles and his hand splays across your stomach. You tense and grab his fingers, pushing his hand down. He frowns but doesn't comment on the gesture. "I can arrange one of the ships in the morning for us. The winds have been good and it shall only take us a week to England. My family owns a cottage near the sea and I think—"

"I do not want to travel," you say. 

"Y/n—"

"I want to stay home," you argue, looking up at him. 

Friedrich looks disappointed and his jaw tightens. His hand raises and he strokes your cheek. "I don't think I can give you a choice, little wife, you've been looking so sad. This is sure to cheer you up." You know that there is no changing Friedrich's mind and that pit in your stomach returns. 

Will he do it there? Soften the blow with the smell of the ocean? You would rather stay home, somewhere where the memories you both shared could remind him of his love for you.

You barely sleep that evening, tossing and turning in a lonesome bed. You miss Friedrich's warmth and you almost wish he hadn't accepted sleeping in different rooms.

Eventually, you sit up, eyes bleary from sleep and you throw your legs over the end of the bed, grab the oil lamp, and rush across the hall, creeping into your shared bedroom.

You wish you didn't need Friedrich as much as you do, because you're still angry with him, but you need him all the same. He feels you climb into the bed, humming sleepily as he hooks his arm around your waist. You gasp, setting the lamp on the bedside table, but you let him pull you into him. 

"Missed me?" Friedrich mutters into the shell of your ear. His hand slides his hand over your stomach, dipping lower until your fingers wrap around his wrist. 

He stops and looks into your eyes. You shake your head, not wanting that tonight. 

Behind a small smile, your husband simply kisses your forehead and says, "Sleep, my love." 

You relax against him, letting the steady movement of his chest lull you to sleep. The memory of his words slowly turns into a distant nightmare. 

* * *

"Are you ready, Mein Liebling?" Friedrich asks, helping to wrap the satin ribbon of your bonnet under your chin. You're standing outside the entrance as the servants ready Friedrich's Coach.

His hand flicks up to attract your attention and you nod, adjusting your cloak around you. The sun is slowly setting and turning the sky a bright orange. It had taken Friedrich longer than he'd wanted, but he had finally finished up his affairs and was prepared to leave.

You aren't too keen on sailing at night, but you'll be on the water for around a week anyway, and Friedrich knows what he's doing. You trust him. 

"Yes," you nod and Friedrich snaps his fingers to one of your maids. She hurries to take your trunk and help pull it towards the footman. You look up at him, smiling a little, and touch his cheek. "How long will we be in England?" 

Friedrich thinks for a moment, looking away, and then he looks back at you. "A few months."

Your stomach twists again. A few months? Why so long? You don't ask the question as Friedrich words to his father enter your mind again; "Just let me do this my way. I shall speak with her." You feel like crying but you hold in your tears. 

Friedrich touches your cheek. "Are you okay? You look sickly," he says and he strokes his thumb over the apple of your cheek. You look into his eyes, forcing a smile. If you pretend nothing is wrong, maybe he won't discard you as quickly as he planned. 

"I'm okay," you say sweetly, earning a kiss to your lips and you relax. 

The trip to England is dreadful, but eventually, you arrive at a small cottage near the sea. Your dress catches sand as you walk up the board stairs. It's not nearly as fancy as your home in Wisborg but it smells like salt water and you can't deny the fresh air feels nice on your skin. Your personal maid prepares your chamber as you and Friedrich sit on the porch, watching the waves crash against the shore as the sun begins to set over the horizon. 

"How are you feeling, my love?" Friedrich asks, holding your hand. 

"Well. I don't feel sick anymore," you quip.

Your husband smiles. 

That night, you make love and the night after that as well. Still, there is no sign of a baby. Weeks and weeks pass and the sound of the ocean only becomes taunting as you wait for Freidrich to tell you he's divorcing you. The more days pass, the quieter you become and the more Friedrich begins to notice the change in your behavior. 

One evening, you stand near the bed as he undresses his vest and chemise. 

"When are you going to tell me?" you blurt out, unable to keep your feelings inside. It's cruel to make you wait any longer. You deserve to know. 

He's dismissive. "Whatever do you mean?"

You chew on the inside of your lip. "I heard you and your father talking." Still, you want answers. "If you're planning on divorcing me, just tell me now, and let's stop this horrible game. I clearly cannot give you an heir!" You cover your mouth, your other hand resting helplessly on your stomach as you break into tears. "Just tell me," you add, your voice small and you shrink back a little when your husband stands. His eyebrows are scrunched together and he doesn't speak as he walks up to you and takes you into his arms, kissing your hairline as you sob.

You don't end up talking much that night as you cry yourself to sleep in his arms.

That morning, you wake up alone. The little cottage feels so empty without Friedrich and you think the worst has happened until you hear a small, little, cry from the front door as you read anxiously in the living room. You think you're mistaken as you stand and investigate the sound. It sounds like a baby.

"Mein Liebling (My Darling)?" Friedrich calls and your eyes widen when you see him standing in the doorway. In his arms is a small, not even one-year-old, baby. You rush over and touch his arm, looking at the child. The baby is crying, its small little mouth is shaped in an O and his bright blue eyes blink up at you and Friedrich.

"Meet little Friedrich," your husband whispers pulls the cotton blanket down, and caresses the baby's cheek. The child's scream turns into hiccups.

You look up at Friedrich, confused by his statement. 

"I have every faith you will conceive a biological baby, my dove. But I will not divorce you over something as silly as an heir. I love you. I knew of an orphanage around here, a good one, and I should have talked to you about it but I did want to wait some more before introducing you to him," he says and looks down fondly at the baby. You follow his gaze and you can't deny the undeniable similarity between him, and you, and Friedrich. He truly could pass as yours. "But then you spoke of divorce? I had no clue that awful concept was on your mind." 

You look back up at Friedrich. "I thought you would want one because I can't—"

"I don't and you can. Because in every way that matters, he is ours. No one has to know you didn't conceive him naturally. It's been enough time since we left for you to have a baby if we say you were some months pregnant before our journey."

You listen to Friedrich's plan and realize he's been planning this for a while. You look at your maid who stands in the corner, watching the scene in pure amazement, and Friedrich leans down and whispers, "She won't tell anyone. She's really only here to strength our story."

He hands you the baby and you easily take the child into your arms. Little Friedrich's big blue eyes, the ones that do look so much like his father's, glimmer up at you, and a warmth spreads in your chest as well as relief. 

There was no divorce. And now you have a baby. A beautiful baby boy. An heir. 

The baby giggles and looks around at your features as if memorizing you. You look down at the child with nothing but love and you decide then and there that you would die for this boy. 

"Is this why you would leave for town randomly?" You ask Friedrich. 

He nods sheepishly and moves closer to you and the baby. "Are you angry?"

You think for a moment and then shake your head. Deep down you know you can't conceive, but now that doesn't seem so daunting anymore because of the little boy in your arms. You run a gentle finger over little Friedrich's forehead and smile when he hiccups. You glance up at your husband again. 

"No. I'm not. This is perfect. He is perfect." 

And your Friedrich couldn't agree more. 

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i feel like tan is a man i would hate in real life. but you write him so well?? like sorry for going on a little rant here, i do like atj and i also like tan but i have these little nitpicks about some things he does or says in the movie that just frustrates me yk? like the scene where he tosses the cig on the floor (yes, i will admit that scene is hot but that one bit ughh), or how much he swears, or how he acts with his brother and i'm thinking what if he's like that with his partner? what if he acts nonchalant and you can't tell what he's thinking? what if he jokingly calls you a twat but you're having a bad day and you start overthinking it? and so sometimes i'm thinking that i don't like him as much as i once did but you come up with a new fic where he takes care of things for us, his eyes softens as he gently grabs our cheek and kisses our forehead? and suddently i'm calling him husband material again! or similarly, i'd be like, hey remember when little-miss-dilf-lover posted that one fic on jun 29 2024 where tan literally pulled some strings so that he could marry us? i remember

i'm sorry for this rant, i know it's silly to even think so much about a fictional man and i'm aware i'm kinda contradicting myself here but i know this blog is a safe place. do you ever feel like this about those you write about?

you know what, I so get that bc I don’t really think I would be able to get on with him if he was a real person. he’s too blasé and standoffish and I can’t lead conversations to save my life so I would be fucked😭😭

totally understandable bc yes it’s very very hot, but like it’s littering???? and that’s very very ugly

yep with the swearing thing I do very much get that, but must say bc im also english it doesn’t feel too erugh to me (I do have to add I come from a non swearing household, so my mum would hate it LMAOO)

I often chat with my friend here about tan and we talk about this sort of thing when sharing ideas etc. so I shall regurgitate some back to you🫶 tan is a very interesting and complex character and we don’t see/ learn much of him, but based off how he acts and behaves we learn sooo much abiut him and his character. like that man loves DEEPLY. he protects, he serves and he respects but like he’s also really cold and can be distant and verbally hateful, but honestly I think those traits are more of a cover/ facade. he’s so complicated, I love him

but real talk, I think that man is a once in the lifetime love kinda man. so I don’t think he would be with someone if he didn’t really truly love them and see it as a serious relationship. sooo if the things he usually says don’t get the response from you they usually do, he would do something to rectify that, and wouldn’t want you getting upset by jokingly being called a dick or a nob just bc you’re having an off day

AHHHHHHHHH NO STOP THATS SO CUTE OF YOU!!!💗💗💗💗💗

never be sorry!! I love analysing things, and especially tan bc he’s so much fun! and yep, you’re so totally safe here with your thoughts 😽

and yup I feel like that all the time, or worry that I have somehow personified the character differently and got it wrong and I’ll embarrass myself publicly for it😭😭

apologies this is very long😭

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send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going!! 💗

STOP ILY 🥺🥺💗💗💗 right back at you!!

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the new theme is so very YOU! I think you own beige and white palette now 🫶

THANK YOU, MY LOVE!! 💗💗

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Do you write for ATJ as John Lennon in Nowhere boy ?

hi! thank you for asking! i don't 🤧 i only write for fictional characters!

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SKYYY!!! May your essays be perfect so you can write for Friedrich again 🙏

OMG THANK YOU!! my essays are killing me 🫠 BUT i have a Friedrich fic coming out soon (Mon or Tue) heheheeh

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Ok hear me out I know Tom didn’t have one in the movie but Tom Ryder with a happy trail

IM GOING FERAL

YESSSSS!! i love a good happy trail!!

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This might be an ask that makes you uncomfortable and if it does you don’t have to answer but how do you think Tom would be in a fight and can we get a nsfw alphabet for Tom Ryder PLEASEEEEEEEE

not uncomfy at all! i think he would be super immature in an argument. and he would def punch walls and throw things ☹️ but he would also start sobbing hysterically if he ever accidentally hurt you or made you cry lmao.

also i saw @lady-jane3 had some great tom nsfw alphabet headcanons so check those out HERE

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girl ik u prob don’t care but i met hugh jackman at the weekend and im freaking out so bad. going feral, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure etc etc.

WDYM I DON'T CARE???! girlllll!!!!! that is so damn cool!! i would actually die. how was it??! was he nice?? i need to know EVERYTHING!

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hehe this is fun! thank you!

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JAMES POTTER IS THE BIGGEST LOVER BOY CONFIRMED!!!

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Boyfriend!James would show you random affection throughout the day. Whether you're doing your homework or lounging in the common room, this man would plant kisses on your cheeks or even grab your hands to kiss your knuckles.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Boyfriend!James would pick up every flower he sees outside the campus to give them to you. He once boasted to Remus about how much you love it when he gives you a fresh bouquet of different florals, all while holding an oxeye—which, by the way, made Remus laugh because James always picks up weeds instead of flowers.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Boyfriend!James who loves passing you silly notes during class. Like, this boy loves doodling your names on a silly piece of parchment with barely recognizable drawings of you. He even once drew a picture of you sharing a kiss which, to his horror, was snatched by McGonagall before he could even ask Sirius to pass it to you. Suffice it to say, James landed a week's worth of detention for not being attentive in class and distracting a fellow student.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Boyfriend!James who loves showering you with compliments. He wouldn’t let a day pass without telling you that you’re pretty—or even if you feel like you’re looking like the worst version of yourself, James would find a way to make you feel loved and appreciated. He would compliment even the smallest details about you: like the slightest change in your hairstyle, or even the new shade of your lipstick.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Boyfriend!James who wouldn’t sleep until you make up after an argument. He’d wait for you near the staircase that leads to the girls’ dormitory, just so you could talk, because there’s no way in hell he’d let you go to sleep with a heavy heart. He’d even charm the staircase to stay still if he had to.

whenever i come up with ideas to write but don’t have the time to write them—trust that i will turn it into headcanons.

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Dave Lizewski x girlfriend!fem!reader

Summary: ask: Dave Lizewski smut where he's a virgin and his girlfriend shows him what 69 is and he whimpers a lot please!!

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: reader and Dave are 18/19, hints of dom!reader and sub!Dave, virgin!Dave, 69-ing, oral sex (f & m receiving), praise

~ hope you enjoy this anon <33 ~

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

The mid-afternoon sun shines past your sheer curtains, your copy of Jane Eyre lays abandoned on your bedroom floor. Poor Dave looks more flustered than when he'd first arrived and you can't exactly blame him because his T-shirt is halfway up his chest, your nails scratching at his stomach as your hand finds his nipple. His glasses are crooked on his nose and you can only hear his heavy breathing as he stares at your ceiling fan. 

Your other hand dips under his, already-opened, jeans and palms his dick. That elicits a squeak from him and you snap your head up, grinning. "There you are, I was afraid you'd passed out on me or something," you tease as you lean back onto your heels and remove your hands. 

Dave clumsily sits up as well, hurrying to adjust his glasses as his dark curls fall over his vibrant blue eyes. His shirt falls over his stomach again and looks down at himself; he's a mess. A deep crimson blush spreads across his cheeks, over his nose, and up to the tips of his ears.

You're still dressed in that loose sundress. Mis-matched fluffy socks cling to your feet as the softness brushes against your inner thigh from your sitting position. Without wasting time, you crawl over Dave as he falls back onto your blankets, his chest rising and falling once your fingers find the loops of his jeans. "Baby—"

"Shh, no talking," you warn as you shimmy his jeans off him. There is an undeniable dark spot on his boxers and your grin widens. You move lower on the bed, your hand on his hips as you remove his boxers next. The surprise sound he makes is delicious. His dick springs free, the pink tip dripping pre-cum and you giggle. "You're so cute," you say and press a kiss to his dick. 

You know Dave isn't as experienced as you are. Because of this, you've been taking things slow and you haven't gone all the way yet. Although he tries, he doesn't tend to last super long—he's so easily overwhelmed. You hold the base of his dick, licking up his shaft as you keep your gaze on him. You can't see his face very well, but you can see his breathing and you reach up with your other hand, lifting his shirt again. 

Dave moans and his hands clutch the sheets. "Ah,"

You remove your mouth from him and sit up again. This time, he whines from the loss. "Baby, d-don't stop. Please." He uses his forearm to prop himself up as he looks at you pathetically.

His dick twitches with need. 

"Take off your shirt, I wanna try something new," you say and wait for him to listen. 

Without a word, after awkwardly fumbling with the sleeve holes, Dave removes his shirt and throws it across the room. He looks at you expectantly, his pretty eyes shining and you smile sweetly.

You crawl over him again and press a kiss to his pink lips. Dave returns to kiss with enthusiasm, his hand finding your hair as he presses you against his chest. You smile against his lips and pull away to remove your panties.

Dave watches you with heavy eyelids, his cheeks still flushed. Once your panties are off, you kiss your boyfriend again and move your lips to his ear. "We're gonna combine two moves you know very well, babe," you say and bite his earlobe just enough to cause a moan. 

Without more warning, you straddle him backwards. Dave's hands rest on your hips and he instantly understands. You lean forward, your lips finding his stomach as you kiss lower and lower and lower until you're touching his cock again. 

As if on cue, Dave wraps his arms around your thighs and flips up your dress, kissing around your inner thigh like a starved man. He's gotten good at eating you out and he loves it almost more than when you suck him. 

You knew he would like this. 

You moan against Dave's dick as he kisses your slit, burying his face into and pulling you closer to sit on him. You're almost afraid he'll suffocate but when he begins to lick, you shiver and stroke your hand up and down his dick faster. "Uh, fuck, Davey—" you groan, your kisses becoming sloppy as he sucks your clit. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and he bucks up his hips. 

You take him inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you steady his hips. Your hands are shaking from the feeling in your stomach. He's gotten really really good at this. You want to return the favor so you ignore how his dick hits your throat and continue to suck him and breathe through your nose. 

"You taste so good," Dave mutters into your pussy, kissing it some more. "Fuck, I'm close. I- I can't hold it much longer. Please can I come?" Dave is whining against your clit now, the vibrations making you squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel his dick twitch and you see his legs shake. You remove your mouth with a pop and stroke him harder and faster. 

"Go on, oh~ fuck~" you groan, falling forward as Dave returns the enthusiasm on your pussy. "Go–on, come for me—"

He doesn't need to be told again as you attach your lips to his tip again and swallow the ropes of cum as he groans and continues to pleasure you. His dick falls from your lips as you fall forward, arching your back. You're close as well. 

As Dave recovers, he moves his hand to your inner thigh and adds some pressure to your clit with his thumb. His tongue continues to explore you and you let out a shrill cry, clutching the sheets as you come. Dave laps up your juices and lets his head fall further into the pillow as you move off him and turn around. Your legs are as shaky as his as you move towards him again, your hand on his chest as he lifts his head. Dave's chin and nose are covered in your cum and your cheeks warm up. 

He looks even messier now. 

You lean in to kiss him, laying next to him now as you trace hearts on his abs and continue to move your lips against his. 

"What did you think?" you ask against his lips. 

Dave blinks, his eyes a little glossy. He runs a hand up your back and twirls some strands of your hair between his fingers. He looks at you. Clearly, he has no coherent thoughts in his head because all he says is, "Thank you."

You laugh, "Such a good boy," you whisper, kissing him again and holding his cheek.

"My good boy."

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Dave Lizewski x girlfriend!fem!reader

Summary: ask: Dave Lizewski smut where he's a virgin and his girlfriend shows him what 69 is and he whimpers a lot please!!

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: reader and Dave are 18/19, hints of dom!reader and sub!Dave, virgin!Dave, 69-ing, oral sex (f & m receiving), praise

~ hope you enjoy this anon <33 ~

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

The mid-afternoon sun shines past your sheer curtains, your copy of Jane Eyre lays abandoned on your bedroom floor. Poor Dave looks more flustered than when he'd first arrived and you can't exactly blame him because his T-shirt is halfway up his chest, your nails scratching at his stomach as your hand finds his nipple. His glasses are crooked on his nose and you can only hear his heavy breathing as he stares at your ceiling fan. 

Your other hand dips under his, already-opened, jeans and palms his dick. That elicits a squeak from him and you snap your head up, grinning. "There you are, I was afraid you'd passed out on me or something," you tease as you lean back onto your heels and remove your hands. 

Dave clumsily sits up as well, hurrying to adjust his glasses as his dark curls fall over his vibrant blue eyes. His shirt falls over his stomach again and looks down at himself; he's a mess. A deep crimson blush spreads across his cheeks, over his nose, and up to the tips of his ears.

You're still dressed in that loose sundress. Mis-matched fluffy socks cling to your feet as the softness brushes against your inner thigh from your sitting position. Without wasting time, you crawl over Dave as he falls back onto your blankets, his chest rising and falling once your fingers find the loops of his jeans. "Baby—"

"Shh, no talking," you warn as you shimmy his jeans off him. There is an undeniable dark spot on his boxers and your grin widens. You move lower on the bed, your hand on his hips as you remove his boxers next. The surprise sound he makes is delicious. His dick springs free, the pink tip dripping pre-cum and you giggle. "You're so cute," you say and press a kiss to his dick. 

You know Dave isn't as experienced as you are. Because of this, you've been taking things slow and you haven't gone all the way yet. Although he tries, he doesn't tend to last super long—he's so easily overwhelmed. You hold the base of his dick, licking up his shaft as you keep your gaze on him. You can't see his face very well, but you can see his breathing and you reach up with your other hand, lifting his shirt again. 

Dave moans and his hands clutch the sheets. "Ah,"

You remove your mouth from him and sit up again. This time, he whines from the loss. "Baby, d-don't stop. Please." He uses his forearm to prop himself up as he looks at you pathetically.

His dick twitches with need. 

"Take off your shirt, I wanna try something new," you say and wait for him to listen. 

Without a word, after awkwardly fumbling with the sleeve holes, Dave removes his shirt and throws it across the room. He looks at you expectantly, his pretty eyes shining and you smile sweetly.

You crawl over him again and press a kiss to his pink lips. Dave returns to kiss with enthusiasm, his hand finding your hair as he presses you against his chest. You smile against his lips and pull away to remove your panties.

Dave watches you with heavy eyelids, his cheeks still flushed. Once your panties are off, you kiss your boyfriend again and move your lips to his ear. "We're gonna combine two moves you know very well, babe," you say and bite his earlobe just enough to cause a moan. 

Without more warning, you straddle him backwards. Dave's hands rest on your hips and he instantly understands. You lean forward, your lips finding his stomach as you kiss lower and lower and lower until you're touching his cock again. 

As if on cue, Dave wraps his arms around your thighs and flips up your dress, kissing around your inner thigh like a starved man. He's gotten good at eating you out and he loves it almost more than when you suck him. 

You knew he would like this. 

You moan against Dave's dick as he kisses your slit, burying his face into and pulling you closer to sit on him. You're almost afraid he'll suffocate but when he begins to lick, you shiver and stroke your hand up and down his dick faster. "Uh, fuck, Davey—" you groan, your kisses becoming sloppy as he sucks your clit. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and he bucks up his hips. 

You take him inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you steady his hips. Your hands are shaking from the feeling in your stomach. He's gotten really really good at this. You want to return the favor so you ignore how his dick hits your throat and continue to suck him and breathe through your nose. 

"You taste so good," Dave mutters into your pussy, kissing it some more. "Fuck, I'm close. I- I can't hold it much longer. Please can I come?" Dave is whining against your clit now, the vibrations making you squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel his dick twitch and you see his legs shake. You remove your mouth with a pop and stroke him harder and faster. 

"Go on, oh~ fuck~" you groan, falling forward as Dave returns the enthusiasm on your pussy. "Go–on, come for me—"

He doesn't need to be told again as you attach your lips to his tip again and swallow the ropes of cum as he groans and continues to pleasure you. His dick falls from your lips as you fall forward, arching your back. You're close as well. 

As Dave recovers, he moves his hand to your inner thigh and adds some pressure to your clit with his thumb. His tongue continues to explore you and you let out a shrill cry, clutching the sheets as you come. Dave laps up your juices and lets his head fall further into the pillow as you move off him and turn around. Your legs are as shaky as his as you move towards him again, your hand on his chest as he lifts his head. Dave's chin and nose are covered in your cum and your cheeks warm up. 

He looks even messier now. 

You lean in to kiss him, laying next to him now as you trace hearts on his abs and continue to move your lips against his. 

"What did you think?" you ask against his lips. 

Dave blinks, his eyes a little glossy. He runs a hand up your back and twirls some strands of your hair between his fingers. He looks at you. Clearly, he has no coherent thoughts in his head because all he says is, "Thank you."

You laugh, "Such a good boy," you whisper, kissing him again and holding his cheek.

"My good boy."

[pretty-little-mind33]

Hi girlie I have a request for pietro Maximoff

Ok so hear me out I would love to hear your head cannons on pietro as a big brother or father

doing this for Wanda & Pietro <3

Brother!Pietro who spent years arguing with Wanda on who was the oldest twin (it's him) but she never wanted to accept it.

Would play pranks on Wanda until she asked to join him and then they would play pranks on their parents.

Brother!Pietro who has a special bond with his father and so they play boys vs girls game nights at their house on Fridays.

The most protective older brother there is. Even before his powers, he would low-key beat up anyone who hurts Wanda or tries anything.

Brother!Pietro who bottled up all his emotions in the beginning when their parents died and promised himself he would only take care of Wanda and her emotions :(

He had the worst years in Hydra, mostly because he had to be away from Wanda in the beginning. During the harder days, he would simply visualize her happy face and feel better.

Brother!Pietro who does everything for Wanda and only her.

Brother!Pietro who (lived:)) and is wary of Vision in the beginning. Who is he and what exactly does he want with Wanda? Pietro can't imagine losing her.

They are trauma bonded :( so imagining her leaving him is hard.

But once he sees how happy Wanda is with Vision, he immediately softens and becomes much calmer and he fully accepts Vision. That's his brother now.

doing this for Pietro x fem!reader

Pietro is 100% a family man. Family comes first, always.

When he meets you, he's head over heels in love. He does everything in his power to make you his wife.

You become pregnant four years into dating and you aren't married yet. Pietro had a ring but he didn't propose yet.

You do a fun little baby announcement and included Wanda and Pietro is over the moon happy.

When your baby is born, he holds them like they're the most precious thing on the planet. He's so still it's almost scary.

Dad!Pietro's favorite thing is playing peek-a-boo with his baby and hearing them laugh.

Dad!Pietro whose only goal since the baby's brith is to become a stay at home dad lol.

Dad!Pietro who makes such a big deal of birthdays. Especially the first birthday. He puts a little tiny birthday hat on his child and sings happy birthday in Sokovian.

Dad!Pietro who makes sure that his child is bilingual and can speak Sokovian. He'll tell them bedtime stories in Sokovian to help them learn.

If he has a baby girl, he'll learn to braid hair and he'll go shopping with you to buy loads of barrettes and bows of different colors to put in her hair.

When the child starts school, he'll help with homework. He sucks at math but he tries anyways...

Dad!Pietro if he has a child with powers like him or Wanda he will dedicate so much time in teaching his kid not to be scared of them and how to control them.

If the baby has Wanda's powers, she is around a lot and helping. You don't mind because you love Wanda.

Dad!Pietro who attends EVERY talent show and every school event for his kid. He will always show up.

Basically, Dad!Pietro is the most attentive dad ever :)

[pretty-little-mind33]

does anyone have an Pietro Maximoff requests 🥺? Preferably not smutty ones!

[pretty-little-mind33]

let's say i wrote a four part James Potter x reader x Sirius Black love triangle...would any read it? 🤨🤭

[pretty-little-mind33]

Bestie I’m ovulating and now I want that man’s baby

Princess treatment while you’re pregnant I know he’s down so bad

Talking to your belly and always wanting to spoon you so he can keep his hands on you

Pietro speaking Sokovian to your baby oh my god just talking all softly

He’s the one to get up in the middle of the night if he hears crying and you wake up the next morning to see him reading a book with your baby sleeping on his chest

He has to work out how to go more slowly and it’s frustrating to him at first

Oh my god I need him

okay but Pietro would give you princess treatment all your round. he would treat you like a queen while pregnant though!

THE SPOONING IS SO CUTE!!

he would have full on conversations about his day with the baby!

UGH HE'S SO DAD MATERIEL