#I FEEL SO BAD HE HAS TO GO POTTY SO BAD

[roachemoji]

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[werepuppy-steve]

corroded coffin does one of those interviews with puppies and before eddie leaves, steve warns him that he better not come home with one of them. eddie promises him he won't.

he wasn't expecting the littlest basset hound puppy he's ever seen to curl up and fall asleep between his crossed legs at the beginning of the interview. he wasn't expecting to fall in love a second time in his life.

and the rest of the guys already decided they were going to adopt one of the many puppies they played with, so what's the harm in eddie doing the same?

the distance between their home and the studio is only an hour car ride, so when eddie gets home that evening, he quietly closes the front door and finds steve in the living room, sprawled out on the couch and watching tv.

as gently as he can, eddie places the puppy (galadriel, he named her on the ride home) onto steve's chest. he doesn't startle too bad, thankfully, but he does stare at her in bewilderment.

"hello...?" he says to her, confused. "where did you come from?"

eddie clears his throat and he gives a little steve-like finger wave when steve snaps his head up and their eyes meet.

steve lets out a sigh, deep enough to send galadriel rising and falling, and flops his head back on the couch cushion. "i knew this would happen."

"i really did try, stevie," eddie tries to plead his case, leaning against the back of the couch and reaching to scratch at galadriel's little noggin. "i held out for as long as i could, but she caught me in a moment of weakness."

galadriel's mouth falls open in a yawn, her tongue lolling out, and then shuffles further up steve's chest to curl into a ball in the space between his neck and shoulder

eddie's bottom lip juts out and his eyes go wide.

steve feels his heart melt and he brings a hand up to cradle her little butt. she's so warm, how are puppies always walking space heaters?

he looks back at eddie, finally breaking. "puppy pads are in the hall closet. i've already made a rotating schedule for potty walks and baths."

eddie makes a giddy sound and leans forward to peck steve's lips, careful not to wake the sleeping pup.

after the interview comes out, eddie tweets a photo of galadriel (who has quickly chosen steve as her favorite) wearing a puppy battle vest and a colts hat.

[slushycoookie]

My Husband has a Symbiote! Pt.4

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4

Relationship: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: Miguel is showing off his breeding kink again, somnophilia, oral sex, pregnancy sex (kinda), MINORS DNI!!

Summary: It's the big thing you've all been waiting for.

A/N: Every time I write Miguel with a symbiote, I go crazy. He just brings that feral part out of me. Enjoy!

You felt exhausted.

The weight of your exhaustion felt like a ton. You could barely move your body, struggling to even get to the bathroom. You managed to make it to the sink as you leaned on it for support. Your eyes are fighting to keep open. All you wanted to do was rest.

“You should take Ravage.” Miguel stood close by, a hand on your back. His voice lingered with concern, “They'll make you feel better.”

You shook your head, “I had them the other day.” You agreed to take the symbiote once a week. Just so you wouldn't get addicted to having them attached to you. You didn't want to take advantage of using the alien either.

“You've been feeling this way for a few weeks. I don't like it, we should get you to a doctor.” You grimaced at your husband's concern. “Don't be like that. We have to see what's going on.”

You glared at him, annoyance brewing inside. “We’ve been having sex nonstop. Don't you think I'd be tired?”

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes, “But you're never like this.”

“I'm fine, Miguel. I just need to sleep.” You brushed by him, completely forgetting whatever you were supposed to be doing in the bathroom. Instead, you burrowed yourself under the blankets, getting comfortable in bed.

You thought due to the constant love making your body had enough. Punishing you by making you sleep for hours on end. Only getting enough energy for potty breaks and to eat something. Before sleeping again. It was getting so bad that you had to take some days off of work. You were shutting yourself inside your bedroom, determined to rest.

On your days having Ravage, you felt normal. Going through your day-to-day routine with no issues. Not getting irritated at Miguel or eating your weight in food.

Ravage hummed in your mind as you worked, feeling rejuvenated. “Should we tell you?”

“Hm?” You perked up, “Tell me what?”

A guttural growl erupted from the alien, “But if we tell you, there will be little intercourse.”

“What? Ravage, what are you talking about?”

There was silence on their end. You wondered if they were just ignoring you. But you finally got a response, “Nothing.”

You weren't sure how to take the mysterious behavior. You didn't see any concern for you to bring it up to Miguel. Only forgetting about it when your symptoms came back after handing Ravage back. Maybe it was time to go to the doctor's.

Miguel was close by as he took you to HQ's infirmary. He was worried that if it was something the symbiote was doing to you, no regular doctor could fix it. You sat on the cot, lowered eyes watching your husband pace around the room. Your stomach churned thinking about how you made him stress over you. Due to your stubbornness of not wanting to be seen. Hopefully, this was just a really bad cold so he wouldn't have to worry.

While explaining your symptoms, your spider-doctor, that's what you usually called them, lit up with an idea. And didn't elaborate further when saying they wanted to perform some tests. Miguel stayed by your side, holding your hand to calm himself for whatever's going on. He's usually touchy feely when he's nervous or stressed.

At what felt like hours, which was only 20 minutes, the doctor came back with the test results.

You were pregnant.

The doctor showed you the positive results so you could see with their own eyes. The bolded, green colored word succumbed to their vision. You was pregnant. They were going to have a baby.

Your heart pounded in your chest at the exciting news. For some reason, the idea was way below your thoughts as you didn't think you were showing any of the common symptoms. The spider-doctor reassured you that each person was different in terms of pregnancy. Some checked off all the boxes in terms of the symptoms. Others wouldn't even know if they were pregnant until their belly got bigger.

Miguel’s hand pressed against your stomach, face filled with a mix of disbelief and happiness. “We’re having a baby.”

“Yeah.” You placed a hand on top of his, “We are.”

The doctor recommended you continue getting rest. The exhaustion will fade away in due time but other symptoms may appear. Heavy eating, nausea or vomiting, mood swings, and back pain. You were more concerned about work, knowing you didn't have infinite time to take off. You couldn't take off a bunch of times to rest. Miguel said he would take care of it, even offering to pay your salary if you didn’t have any time left.

In fact, once you got home, a flip switched inside him.

He was usually attentive, close by and understanding. Now he was that by tenfold. When you arrived home, he constantly asked how you were feeling. If you needed to lie down or eat. You let him fret over you as he carried you to bed. You were feeling peckish so he gave you a list of food he could get. So you settled on pizza.

Constant messages appeared saying congratulations. Someone must've heard the spider doctors give the news. Now your watch blew up with activity of spiders wishing you well. Multiple requests appeared, asking if they could babysit the baby once they were born. You particularly noticed ones from Ben who also ended up coming over to make sure he was the first person to be called to watch the baby. You couldn’t say no to those cute puppy dog eyes.

Jess also stopped by in person to congratulate you, just as excited at her baby finally having another kid to play with. She went over her entire pregnancy experience to give you some tips. How she had the weirdest cravings like pickles with chocolate ice cream. Or how her bump got in the way a few times. Although, you knew the experiences were going to be different at the fact you were talking to a superhero. Who still fought crime while pregnant with her baby. You weren't sure you could make it to the bathroom in your current state.

Peter B. and MJ also came over one day to offer endless amounts of advice when it comes to babies. And their own experience with Mayday.

“Peter had sympathetic pregnancy for a while.” MJ admitted, causing Miguel and you to raise their brows in surprise. “He was miserable around the last couple of months.”

“I swear to you, my back was hurting all the time. I was bloated and nauseous. I'm surprised we didn't have two babies when Mayday was born.”

You laughed at Peter, “Poor you.”

“Of course he'd get that.” Miguel shook his head, close to you as you all sat on the couch.

“Hey, don't be surprised when you suddenly start feeling gassy. I was just happy to finally relate to my lady.” Peter gave a gentle kiss on MJ's forehead.

The married couple also left tons of material involving babies for them to read. Self-help books, videos, even started giving them some of Mayday's baby clothes to help prepare. You were excited to finally start planning for the baby to arrive if you could stop feeling so tired first.

You were lucky to have a wonderful husband.

Miguel made it a point to do everything in the house. Cook and clean. Tidy up the house if it needs tending. He often did his part around the house when you weren't pregnant. Now, he insisted on doing everything for you. Emphasizing that your rest was important. That he wasn’t going to let you overexert yourself if he was there. All while caressing you for reassurance.

He had also gotten more handsy than usual.

He was constantly nearby when he didn’t have to work. A hand on your belly, gently pressing against it. His warmth comforted you and soothed any worries you might have had about the baby. Soon, his hand went upward, a feel of your breast and a grunt in your ear. His hips rocking against your plump bottom. You wiggled your ass against his in small reciprocation but a yawn combated your rising arousal.

That made him stop.

“You should get some rest, baby.”

You shook your head, “I'm fine, we can-” Another yawn occurred, denouncing any argument you had.

“Let’s just sleep.” Miguel kissed your forehead before leading you to bed. You noticed his bulge and your stomach twisted with guilt. Miguel was extremely understanding, not once making you feel bad of your decreased energy. But you knew it wouldn't last long. You had read those horror stories of husband’s not desiring their partner as they were pregnant. Which led to frustrations or cheating. You knew your husband wouldn’t ever do that to you. But you couldn’t help but worry.

You had a proposition for him after making out with your husband one evening. Miguel gazed at you with apparent lust as he groped and kissed you with a burning passion. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” He gave you a gentle kiss. “My wife is pregnant. Why wouldn't I be?”

Your fingers laced through his own, “I just thought you were nervous. Since we're going to be parents.”

“I am. The thought of us with a child excites me and scares me…” You could feel a ‘but’ coming as he continued, “but seeing you like this, gets me going. Like I want to make sure you stay pregnant.”

His crimson eyes lowered, entranced at the sight of your belly. It hasn't grown much yet, still early for you to be showing. A shiver went down your spine at his gaze, “Is this you talking or Ravage?”

“No, no I think this is all me.” Miguel pulled you in close, hands remaining on your hips. “I want to make sure you stay knocked up. Be by baby making machine…” You noticed his breathing getting heavier at him riling himself up. “But you've been tired and you have no obligation to indulge me. I'm not going to exhaust you out further.” That's when he reluctantly parted, showing some restraint.

“Well, I did have an idea.” You started to say. You had been talking about messing around while the other was asleep. It was consensual and only if the other was extremely tired and couldn't participate as much. You thought this would be a great time to try. “You have my permission to use me while I'm asleep.”

Miguel perked up, “Really?” You nodded, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this for me.” You nodded again, letting out a small laugh.

“I want to do this. Just be gentle. I'd rather not wake up to you jostling me all over the place.”

“I will.” He pulled you back in for a hug, holding you tight.

You thought this would be the beginning of him using you while you slept. But after a few days of permission, there was nothing. You felt the same after waking up for the day or from your naps. No clear evidence of you being fondled. No delightful warmness between your thighs. Miguel was cautious. You thought he wasn't ready to do that.

Until you had an incredible dream. One where he was behind you in bed, a leg draped across his arm, cock buried inside you. He was in his symbiote suit again as the large shaft was splitting you open. You heaved from the aching sensation, mind heavy and focused on him being inside. Whimpering his name as he gently thrusts into you.

Your walls are squeezing him as you climax, wrapped in bliss. He's never too far behind, his voice strained as he comes inside, lazy pumping into you to make sure not a drop is missed. The dream ended with a kiss and when you awoke, your body felt like liquid. Your attire was still the same, usually a pair of shorts with a large tshirt but your sex warm. Legs slightly sore and Miguel snoring peacefully from behind. A strong arm wrapped around the area where their child is forming.

You never caught the actions while you slept. Your dreams gave you a clear indication of what he was doing to you. Giving you satisfaction while also ensuring he didn't wake you.

Slowly, your exhaustion started to fade. The need for naps lessened, but you were still tired. So when you took a nap on the couch, that pleasant dream was coming back again. This time Miguel was buried between your legs, tasting you like there was no tomorrow. You sighed in relief before waking up to see the real thing.

The hunched position of his symbiote form over the armrest of the couch. Spreading your legs wide and pinning you down against the cushions to keep you still. Miguel made it a mission to remember every taste of you, his long tongue running along your folds, stimulating your clit.

“Miguel…” You moaned, eyes lowered at the sight. His head raised, eyes boring into yours in lust.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's fine.” You muttered, “Don't stop…” You pushed his head back down and he obliged. The small lick and sucking sounds would make you blush if you weren't half asleep. But the occasional growl against your sex made you curl your toes. You sighed, feeling your body warm up. Your fingers dug into the pillow under you while you shifted under his hold. Miguel continued to press further into you, moaning against your sex like a starved man.

That familiar feeling pooled in your stomach, your breaths getting short. Lips parting to release the sound of ecstacy. Creating warmth around your frame. You weren't sure how long Miguel was eating you out as his mouth shined in the light.

“You should continue to get some rest.” Miguel’s gigantic frame towered over you, the sofa creaking from the weight. “I can take care of you.”

Your mind was long gone as his hips rolled against yours, entering you slowly. Hard thrusts savoring the moment. Watching you sleepily cry out for him below, the grip on his bicep non-existent. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as you begged for him to not stop.

“We're gonna make sure our kid has a sibling.” He grunted, face twisted in pleasure. “A brother? A sister? Maybe if we're lucky, twins…”

You gasped, arching your back as another climax took you by surprise. Miguel’s own thrusts started to falter, his cum shooting inside quicker than he could blink. Once again he made sure you took it all, not missing a single drop.

He buried his face on your head, the symbiote suit disappearing and showing off his naked form. Miguel held you close as if he missed the heat from your skin. “I'm sorry…I really didn't mean to wake you.”

Your heart melted at his large eyes filled with guilt.

“It's okay. It was nice to wake up to.” Your lips found his again to give a soft kiss. Miguel lifted you up, still adamant on making sure she had enough sleep by carrying her to the bedroom.

Soon, you were starting to show. And your energy was back to normal. No more sleeping all day. Your mind became clearer. Which made you finally think about your extra guest.

Miguel said he'd get rid of Ravage after it was clear you were pregnant. Yet, it’s been a few months since then and the symbiote was still here. No one brought it up so of course you had to be the one to do it.

“So? When is Ravage leaving?” Miguel paused in the middle of his work, not saying anything for a bit. You could tell they were speaking as the silence lingered in his lab. “Miguel-”

“Ravage thought they could stay a little longer. At least until the baby is born.” He interrupted.

You purse your lips, “That's not what we agreed on.”

Your tone didn't match up with your words. In all honesty, you didn't want Ravage to go. It was bad enough Miguel had to cut off them from being attached to you after you got pregnant. Not wanting to affect the baby. But you missed them. Feeding them chocolate bars or hot cocoa. Keeping you company when Miguel had to work late. It was odd to develop a decent relationship with an alien but you had to remind yourself that your entire life was weird.

“We won't cause any harm to the child.” Ravage came out to say. “Your husband's been making us watch baby videos. Their laughs are infectious.”

Your brows furrowed at the thought of the symbiote watching baby videos, “You serious?”

“Yes.” They said, “We have no urge to eat the baby anymore.”

“Anymore.” You pointed out, “That means you thought about it.”

“Multiple times.”

Miguel quickly cut in, “But they said they don't want to do that now.” He held your hands, “You know I don't want anything to happen to this baby, right?” You squeezed his hands, believing him wholeheartedly. “I promise you, I will die before I let anything happen to our kid. Trust me. Trust us.”

“You know I do.” You embraced him, head in his chest.

Somehow, that comforted you. You agreed to at least let them stay until the baby was born. Although, in the back of your mind, you had a feeling they may be keeping them much longer than that.

[esmedelacroix]

Gabi's First Words !

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Miguel usually works late at night or has to go in to work randomly. I guess that's one of the downsides of being Spiderman though, right?

Although he saves not only his but other universes all day, he still feels like he doesn't do enough for his daughter. He feels like he misses all of her important moments.

He missed her first steps, her first time using her potty, and her first practically everything in his eyes. Miguel actually only really missed three things but it hit his heart like a dagger knowing that he missed an important part of her life.

So when he came back home and greeted you and the baby as usual he was surprised to hear her say, "Dada,"

You gasped when she said her 'first words' when her father arrived from work and he was in a great mood the rest of the night, completely forgetting everything that was worrying him.

That night as you lay in bed with him he whispered in your ear, "I know that wasn't her first time saying that,"

"How did you know," you sighed.

"I heard you on the baby monitor app teaching her how to say 'Dada' for two hours after she said "Mama" for the first time," Miguel chuckled.

"I'm sorry I lied to you, I just didn't want you to feel bad that you missed another one of Gabi's special moments," you cooed.

"No, it's fine, it was a good reminder that I need to do what I can to be with you two as much as possible, I made a promise to the two of you and I'll keep it. You’re my girls I need to be present for you," he admitted.

You always hated it when he wasn't around. But you had to admit he was drowning himself in work instead of seeking solace in his family at home. You were just happy that he would try to be with you more often.

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[physalian]

What No One Tells You About Writing #4 (100 Follower Special!)

Have you got any that deserve to be on these lists? Don’t be shy! Send ‘em over.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

*This list contains mentions of assault, #4

1. Zero cursing is better than censored cursing

I made the mistake in the early days of writing a self-censoring character, and every “curse” she said just took the teeth out of the rest of the statement. I’m talking gosh, darn, dang, etc, not world-specific idioms a la “scruffy nerf herder” or “dunderhead” instead of “dumbass”.

Look to any American TV show that so, so badly wants to use f*ck or sh*t but has to appease the sensitive conservatives who still somehow believe strong language is worse than graphic violence and horrifying psychological damage. For shame! Your characters can be angry without expletives, so rework your sentences to include equally damning insults that don’t resort to potty mouths if you’re concerned about ratings.

Or go full-throttle into the idioms of the world or the time period like Pirates of the Caribbean. Or just… don’t. There’s zero modern cursing in the Lord of the Rings adaptation and not a single sentence that censors itself. The dialogue is above vulgarity and feels more *fantastical* that way anyway.

2. “Yeah, you aren’t the target audience.”

It’s kind of hilarious seeing the range of reader reactions to two characters I intend to have a romantic relationship. Some will go “I ship it!” after the first page of them together… and another will go “wait, I thought they were just friends” up until they kiss. Sometimes you might be too subtle, other times it might be better to just accept that you can’t rewrite your entire book to please one naysayer.

When I’m pitched a fantasy adventure book that turns out to be a by-the-numbers romance where no one is allowed to be a peasant and every important character is royalty in some way, with a way cooler fantasy backdrop, I get severely disappointed. That doesn’t mean the book is bad, it just means I’m not the target audience.

3. There is no greater character sin than making them boring

Unless you live in the wacky world we find ourselves in where any flaws whatsoever are apparently harmful depictions of so-and-so and not at all written with things like ~nuance~. I will gush over your heinous villain committing atrocities because he’s *interesting*. I will not remember Bland Love Interest who’s a generic everyman with zero compelling or intriguing traits or flaws.

There’s another tumblr post out there that I cannot find that says something like this, and I believe the post goes “his crimes are fiction, my annoyance is real”. Swap annoyance for boredom and you get what I mean. So, I don’t care what your character does so long as they’re memorable. I will either root for their victory or their doom, but I do need *something* to root for.

4. The line between “gratuitous” and “respectful” is actually very thick

Less what no one tells *you* about writing and more what no one tells screenwriters. Y’all do realize you can write a character who experiences assault without actually writing the assault, right? Fade to black, have them mention it in their backstory, or have the horrific aftermath as they come to terms with it. An abrupt cut to this devastated character when it’s all over and they’re alone with themselves can be incredibly poignant and powerful. This goes with anything sensitive, especially if it’s not coming from experience.

If you want to write it or film it respectfully, romanticizing assault, for instance, is when it’s framed as if either character has earned or “deserves” it. If the narrative in any way argues that it's justified. The victim might have "earned" it for any of the BS reasons we use in the real world, or the perpetrator might've "earned" it because of temptation, desire, pressure to assert dominance, etc. Representation is important, but are you “representing” to shed light on a misunderstood and maligned topic, or are you doing it to satisfy a fetish or bias in yourself?

5. Don’t let your eyes get bigger than your stomach

Fantasy has no limitations, which means you can dig way deeper into the well of your worldbuilding than you realize, until you look up and realize you’re stuck down there. I have never seen a more obvious inevitable disaster looming than the pilot of GoT season 5. Why? Nobody has any plans. They’re all just led around by whatever side quest the writers throw them on, twiddling their thumbs until the writers deign to pull the trigger on the White Walkers.

To the point that what should be a major character can skip an entire season because his arc is meaningless. Everything in the last half of that show was one big “eventually” while the story toiled around in an ever-expanding cast of characters and set pieces (seriously, it’s hilarious how jarring the extended version of the theme music became compared to the pilot episode to fit all these locations).

When you have too many directionless characters, too many plot elements, too many ideas you want to fully mature and get their due spotlight and then somehow combine them all together for a common foe in the end, writing can get tedious and frustrating very quickly. Why, I imagine, the book series remains unfinished. Fantasy is great for being able to create such complex worlds, but don’t be the snake that eats its own tail trying too hard.

6. No one cares about your agenda if you insult them to push it

This deserves its own post but here we go. Peddling an agenda is a paradox: those who agree with you won’t need to be preached to, and those who you want to persuade will instead reject you further because they feel belittle and disrespected. This is why so many recent “strong female characters” fail on both sides of the aisle. Feminists see an annoying caricature of the movement they’re passionate about. Antifeminists see an insufferable, shallow, liberal mouthpiece when they just want to be entertained. You have failed both sides, congrats.

The answer? Write a strong, nuanced, well-developed character. Then make them a woman. I know this has been said before but this BS keeps happening so clearly the screenwriters aren’t listening. Entertain me first. Entertain me so well I don’t even realize I’m learning.

7. Today’s audiences won’t react the same way as tomorrow’s

Sometimes genres or tropes get oversaturated and need a few years to cool off before audiences are receptive to them again—teen dystopia, anyone?—that doesn’t mean your story is inherently bad because it’s unpopular (nor does it mean it’s amazing because it is popular).

You should always write the book you want to read, not the book that chases trends. I can pick up a well-written teen dystopia I’ve never read before and enjoy it. I can continue to ignore Divergent because it has nothing to say. Write the book you want to read, but then accept that you might make no money because no one else wants to read it, not because they think it’s bad. And, who knows? You might get a boom of chatter months or years down the line when readers stumble upon an uncut gem.

8. Your characters don’t age with you

Depending on how long you’ve been working on your world and what age you were when you started, the characters, concepts, morals, and story you set out to tell might no longer reflect who you want to be as an author when all is said and done. Writing can take years, some of which can be incredibly turbulent and life changing. I wrote the first draft of my first original novel in my freshman year of college. Those characters and that draft are now unrecognizable and has left a world I’ve poured my heart and soul into in limbo.

I’ve slowly creeped up my characters’ ages. My writing has matured dramatically. The themes I wanted to explore in the height of the 2016 election are just demoralizing now. That book was my therapeutic outlet and, as consequence, my characters sometimes reflect some awful moods and mindsets that I was in when writing them. But nothing in that world grows without me tending to it. It’s not alive. Despite all the work I’ve done, there’s still more to be done, maybe even restarting the plot from the ground up. When I think of what no one told me about writing, staring at characters designed by someone I’m not anymore is the hardest reality to accept.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not changing the way I live for other people in my own home?

🏠🏠🏠 <- A marker to find this later.

I live with my brother and his girlfriend. My brother and I have always lived together, his girlfriend moved in with us 3 years ago.

Lately I've been under the impression that "Brandy" has been annoyed at me. I asked my brother about it when she wasn't home and he snapped at me, telling me that I'm making "Brandy" feel uncomfortable and filthy (her words). Asking him to elaborate he told me that "the way that I live is embarrassing and disgusting" and they want to look into moving out.

What is he referring to? Well he's talking about my bathroom/bedroom/probably the kitchen too. I know it isn't the cleanest but it really isnt that bad. For the bathroom I have IBS. I sit forward on the toilet and sometimes stuff splashes. I also leave a pad out for my dog who is a small dog. Not potty train-able. I don't have money to toss around so I let the dog use it two or three times before I throw it away, I feel like it would be a waste if it was a one-time use. I haven't clean the bath tub in a while because I have chronic pain that makes it hard to hold a sponge and scrub. My bedroom isn't very clean either but it's my bedroom so I don't feel like their opinion matters there. The kitchen isn't that bad either, the worst are the dishes in the sink and coffee stains on the counter.

Anyway we argued about it, I told him I wasn't going to cater to her and he stormed off. I feel like if it bothers her that much then she can clean.

AITA tumblr?

[aeoncss]

…some more of my personal movie!mike headcanons

authors note: thank you so much for all the love on my recent mike posts omg? yall are so sweet ):

cw: not much except for like 2 nsfw hcs (18+!)

stiff as a ROCK when he sleeps. he always manages to fall asleep on his stomach but somehow always wakes up on his back, and if you try to wake him up with just a gentle shove or a poke — he’s dead to the world.

9/10 times you have to push him out of the bed or (politely) slap his arm / cheek to get him up.

can make some of the the best pancakes ever. learned how to make them into fun shapes for abby, like mickey mouse ears or a smiley face.

mike doesn’t really like large bodies of water, and that does include pools. if abby or his partner ask to go to a lake or to a nearby pool, he’s practically hiding underneath the shade the entire time.

butttttt will get into the water eventually. just takes a whole lotta pleading.

100% the human embodiment of hangry. feed this man or he will choke someone out.

loves, LOVES using nicknames / pet names. angel, baby, honey. got to the point where mike started using it all the time rather than every once in awhile and he will stare at his partner in shock if they ever have the audacity to call him by his first name.

“mike? mike? no baby or babe? did i do something wrong?”

mike gets super shy / embarrassed if you go down on him. not because he’s insecure, but because you’re fucking going down on him. his eyes are on you the entire time, he’s struggling to keep his hands still and constantly moves them between your head or your neck. also can’t look at you swallowing him down or he will cum immediately.

unironically loves those stupid raunchy comedy movies with way too much cussing and random acts of nudity. he doesn’t even enjoy them, he likes the fact that they’re so bad that they turn out hilarious.

^ speaking of cursing, he tries hard to not have a potty mouth inside the house. if his partner is around, he asks them to not cuss as well (or as much) because he doesn’t want abby to pick up on it.

man will probably pass away if he ever heard her cuss out randomly.

surprisingly really handy when it comes to building and repairing stuff? he learned some basics from his dad, like how to change out a tire or mess with something under the hood of his car. but, he also built abby a swing-set in their backyard with little to no instructions, and it’s still in pretty good condition. things like that come super easily to him.

mike absolutely hates celebrating his birthday. don’t remind him that he’s getting older. (but maybe do get him like a small cupcake or something. he still wants a sweet treat out of it)

he likes candy corn. i 100% stand by this.

loves positions where he’s able to press right up against his partner. missionary, doggy but with their stomach flat on the bed and his chest pressed against their back. it makes it feel much more intimate with him, and he’s able to groan right against their ear…

knows how to play the guitar. not great, knows only a few songs, and refuses to play any of them with people around. has to be by himself so he has the silence to help him concentrate.

[watermelonlovershigh]

The Potty Incident /blurb/

AN: i thought this was a cute concept and wrote it out. if you think anything about this is inappropriate, grow up. this is just an example of a fatherly duty and nothing more. i really hope you enjoy. thank you for reading. xoxo

This story contains: child almost having an accident in their pants, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - any harry era - Rosie (daughter) age 3 }

word count- 764

While at the grocery store with just his daughter Rosie, she suddenly tells her daddy she has to potty and that leads to Harry running across the store with her to take her to the bathroom so no accidents occur.

Harry decided to take your three year old daughter Rosie to the grocery store with him while you took a nap. You were feeling drained from being six months pregnant with your second baby and Harry insisted you took a nap while they're out of the house.

Everything was going fine until Rosie whined from the cart Harry was pushing her around in that she had to potty. See the thing was, she was at that age where she's pretty much potty trained but on occasion will still have an accident. Usually it's when she can't make it to a toilet fast enough or sometimes when she's asleep.

You and Harry are very understanding when she does have accidents because potty training can be a tough thing to teach and learn. But you do try to avoid accidents as much as possible. So when Rosie tells her daddy she has to potty as he's picking up some bananas in the produce section of the store, his fight or flight clicks in. The one he uses for times like this or when she says she feels like she's gonna be sick, and does the only thing he can think to do in the moment.

"Shit," Harry whispers to himself, "alright, alright. Come 'ere." He drops the bananas in the basket and lifts little Rosie up from the cart seat. Once she's in his arms, Harry leaves his cart in the middle of the aisle and proceeds to jog to the back of the store where he knows the bathrooms to be. "It's gonna be alright. Hold it for a minute more, okay baby."

"But daddy," Rosie whines, clutching around Harry's neck while he basically runs through the store with her, "gotta potty really bad." Luckily not even ten seconds later they are met with a wall of bathrooms and Harry thanks god they have a family bathroom. He hates when he's out in public alone with his daughter and has to decide how he's going to take her to the bathroom when the only options are the men's room and the women's room.

Because he'll be damned if he takes his sweet baby girl into the men's room and she sees something she doesn't need to see at her innocent age. Or get cursed out by middle aged white ladies when they see him, a grown 6ft man with tattoos in the women's room. Even when he clearly has a child with him. So gender neutral / family restrooms are ideal for situations like this one.

Harry rushes into the one toilet bathroom and locks the door. Then he quickly sets Rosie down to the floor and helps her lift her dress and panties down before setting her on the toilet seat. He wishes he had time to wipe the seat off before hand but time wasn't an option for them at the moment. Just as she goes potty, he sighs in relief that they made it in time with no accidents occurring.

Still slightly out of breath from running across the store, he balls up some toilet paper and hands it to his daughter saying, "Okay, make sure you wipe really well. Just like mummy taught you." And that she does. She takes the toilet paper and wipes just like you had taught her when teaching her to use the potty on her own.

Rosie looks up at her father when she's finished and mutters, "All dones." Harry lifts her off the public toilet seat and helps pull her underwear back up and her dress back down. Then he flushes the toilet and carries the three year old to the sink to help her wash her hands. Once her small hands are all clean and dry, he lifts Rosie back up in his arms and proceeds to carry her back over to where he left his cart in hopes no one took it.

Thankfully the shopping cart was where he left it and Harry helps his daughter back in the basket seat to continue there shopping journey. As they wrap up grocery shopping and stand in the check out line, Rosie looks up from where she's sat in the cart and says, "Thank you daddy for helping me go potty so I didn't have an accident." with her tiny but round lips puckered as if asking for a kiss.

Harry leans down to except the generous kiss his daughter was giving and replies, "'Course, baby. And thank you for telling daddy that you had to go potty so you didn't have an accident. Love you so much. Now lets get home to mummy."

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[icarusredwings]

i *live* for your agere wade omg 😢🙏🏻 i also age regress there's just something about your favorite character being like you that makes me smile :) your writing is absolutely wonderful as well!! :3

Hi hon, Im so proud of you for doing what's good for you, and I am so happy that you've found something to enjoy that makes you feel good about yourself.

Thank you so much for the support. I've seen more people mention how excited they were to find cute, mild, and nonnsexual regressions for Wade, so I've decided to put it on A03 for more people to enjoy.

I actually was nervous about posting them in general because of the stigma around it but seeing how supportive you all have been (I dont know why im even shocked) it's made me a little more confident in my writing. I was abused quite a bit as a child, and while I don't regress, I do have a special attachment to my stuffed animals and find comfort in kids' shows. Annnddd, as someone who was working towards becoming a geneticist? It's comforting to know that some very intelligent and successful people also do.

While you're waiting for me to write more or upload to A03, have some HCs:

Depending on what's going on, he fluctuates between 5-8.

Wade has 3 caregivers, Al, Vanessa, and Logan. He loves them all so much but certian care givers are for certain things. Al (Mama) is he goes too for booboos, Ness (Mommy) is who takes him out the most, to the park and doctors (If things get too out of hand, she can pull the "He's my disabled son you bastard" card, and Logan (Kitty) is general. The one youll find when wade is casually colouring or playing tea party with.

He'll take "sippies" but hes a bit too old for them because he chews the tops off.

Cereal, mac and cheese, pizza, bassically anything he already eats as an adult, including spicy tacos.

He doesn't have a lot of toys (and if he does, they're from a give away or a dumpster) so is very possesive of them and will instantly get upset if you try to take them away or "hurt" them.

Wade is the type to just chill with you on the couch and eat snacks if you don't have the energy to play or take him to the park. Even as a child, he was very emotionally intelligent, and it shows.

Most kids would have tantrums, but he seems to either be understanding or go cry in silence while isolated (its what hes used too)

As much as people say he's a potty mouth, I don't see it. Not yet anyway. Sure he'll say "bad words" sometimes but as someone whos used to being screamed at to shut up all the time, I believe he talks so much as an adult BECAUSE he wasn't allowed as a kid so he's more of an observer unless you are unfortunately his favorite and then hes going to tell you random facts.

Oftentimes, the "perfect child" are ones that are independent, quiet, and who monitor their emotions/ actions around other kids and adults. This means being forced to act older than you actually are, walking on eggshells around adults and trying to do things by himself.

He likes to wear clothes that are too big for him rather then tight. (Bonus points if they're a hoodie or a sweater)

He likes baths and sometimes will tell you that his "Skin hurts" when really it's just itchy/peeling/ needs lotion.

He's not big on babytalk but "puppy" "mama" "mommy" "park?" "Kitty scratch bad guys" "I watch tv?" "Go home?" "Play horses?" Are common. Its either small unfinished sentneces or endless rambling with full sentences that repeat themself. Logan has once heard "Did you know-?" 30 times once all in 10 minutes

He has a stuffy of a Wolverine named Fluffy from Kitty, a unicorn named Buttercream from Mommy, and a bear shaped dog toy from Mama. In her defense she didn't know it was a dog toy (because shes blind and cant read duh) but Wade loves it more that it squeaks.

Because kidWade (He is "NOT little", he's a "Big boy") is bigger than them, he has issues playing a little... rough... with other kids. He has infact shoved a kid into the sand while playing tag.

Wade is very erm... possesive.. over his caregivers and will act out if he believes Kitty is ignoring him. Because of their history, hes even more prone to acting out with Ness and has gone as far as telling someone they looked like a burnt quesodilla that "had a baby with a wrinkled cucumber" before (and will do it again)

Flappy hands. Giggles. Screeches. That is all that needs to be said.

Wade likes music, arts, and crafts. Physical exercise is nice too but naps are needed afterwards.

Naps must be willing. If you tell him to go take a nap he'll just stomp his feet and cry that hes "being good" so "doesn't need one" bassically, naps are punishment.

Tw for sensitive topics such as mental and physical health

The worst part about having Wade isn't that he is a "brat" or "bad", no infact wade barley ever is a brat. He's very people pleasing because he just wants as much affection as possible. it's the fact that you can't trick him or keep him from doing something. He's too smart.

"Come on baby, we're going to the park"

"Yay!!- wait.... Mommy... Mommy the park is that way...Mommy this is how you go to the mean doctors! They're gonna rip my teeth out!"

It's even HARDER to care for a kid who can escape literally anything and can run all the way home if you upset him too badly. The only thing really you can do is call a different cg and double up on the reassurance. (And maybe a bribe)

Another thing is that just because he's in this headspace doesn't mean his issues are gone. Between the nightmares, the flashbacks, the scary hallucinations that he can't understand, intrusive thoughts about harming a person, impusive thoughts, and just straight up having to deal with cancer on top of it all, etc.

Do you know how hard it is to explain to a child that they're nauseous and exhausted because the cells inside of him are eating the other cells, dying, and healing all at the same time?

[mynameismckenziemae]

A Little Bit Stronger

Part 6

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OFC

Summary: You experience more than one first with Bradley.

Just like everything else I write/post: this story is for 18+ only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain smut, adult themes, situations and language. Please also note this story may be triggering due to the topic of domestic abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) violence-feel free to message me with any questions before reading.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, discovering a praise kink, size kink I think? etc.

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“I like you too.”

He lights up like a kid on Christmas morning at the news; as if you weren’t an eager participant in the dry-humping that occurred just minutes earlier.

“We’ll take things at your pace,” he squeezes your hand, “whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Okay,” you whisper, blinking back unexpected tears, “I should warn you though, I’m not very…experienced.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs.

“I fooled around with a boyfriend in high school a bit but didn’t have time to date when I was in nursing school, so I was still a virgin when I met Chad,” you sigh. “My mom had just gotten her diagnosis and I was just so naive. I thought it was so sweet that he wanted to wait until marriage. But it was obvious on our wedding night that it wasn’t his first time.”

Bradley just shakes his head.

“It wasn’t a great experience…and it never really got better,” you’re embarrassed to admit, but he deserves to know what he’s getting into. “He grew up very religious and…I don’t know,” your cheeks burn, “he didn’t believe in foreplay…no oral sex, God forbid we try toys or anything to get me ready.”

Bradley's expression turns to anger but he doesn’t say anything.

“I mean it wasn’t all bad, I was able to get off a few times throughout the years,” it doesn’t sound better out loud than it did in your head.

“That’s not right,” Bradley says, “I mean, everyone has their preferences, but it’s not okay that he never made sure you were turned on or seemed to care if you were enjoying it. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it if you weren’t.”

You nod, always knowing it wasn’t right too, “but he’s gone and what we just did was already better than all of those years combined. I wanted you to know, just in case I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I’m not worried about that,” he says, rolling to his side toward you, “I can’t wait to figure out what you like together.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you picture trying all the things with him that you’ve been fantasizing about.

“That sounds good,” you murmur, “really good.”

His eyes dip to your lips and you think he might kiss you again but he cringes when he leans forward. “I need a shower.”

“Me too,” you reply, wishing you were brave enough to offer to take one together.

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Like most nights, you eat dinner together. After, you snuggle into him on the couch and the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep.

It’s dark when you wake to him kissing your forehead. “You okay down here or do you wanna go to bed?”

“Here,” you murmur sleepily, snuggling into his warmth.

“Okay,” he chuckles, lying back on the couch with you on top of him.

You wake to a cold, wet nose to the face and a dancing Hank. “C’mon bud, I’ll take you potty.”

But Bradley’s arms tighten around you when you try to get up, “No. Stay.”

You smile as you check your watch, “Oh! It’s quarter to 9. We told Jake and Reese we’d be there in 15 minutes!”

12 minutes later you’re on the way to Jake’s apartment to help move his things to Reese’s, and you text Reese to let her know.

Shae: We’ll be there in about 15, we both overslept, sorry!

Reese: Weird. In all the years I’ve known Roo, he’s never overslept.

Shae: We’re both early risers, I’m not sure what happened.

You know exactly what happened. You haven’t felt that safe and comfortable in years.

Reese: No worries and no rush, we’re still at my house.

You snort at that, knowing full well they took advantage of Drew being at his grandparents. It didn’t take long for you to see how crazy Reese and Jake are for each other; always teasing, always touching, exchanging heated looks and innuendos when they don’t think anyone is watching.

Shae: Sounds good, we’ll see you soon.

“They won’t be here for a little bit yet,” you say as Bradley pulls into the driveway of Jake’s rental.

“I wonder why,” Bradley says sarcastically as he shakes his head, assuming the same as you.

“Right?” You agree but understand. Something tells you it’s going to be the same for you and Bradley too. “We could make out like teenagers while we-“

He must be thinking the same as he turns your chin towards him and cuts your suggestion off with his lips on yours.

Goosebumps cover your body as he licks into your mouth languidly while his hand traces over your bare thigh. Your hand comes to cup his jaw, running your thumb over the scars there.

The way he’s so gentle and tentative makes you want to cry. As if he’s trying to apologize and make up for all the times that Chad wasn’t.

His hand continues further, over the fabric of your shorts and up your t-shirt, making you sigh when his fingertips ghost over your nipple straining against your sports bra.

Your sigh spurs him on and he returns, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb back and forth over it.

The instantaneous need gives you the courage to touch him too. He jerks in surprise when he feels your hand tracing the seam of his shorts on his inner thigh.

Your eyes open and you pull away with a gasp as you cup his straining hard-on. “Oh my God. That-that’s not gonna fit.”

He chuckles as he leans in to kiss your jaw, his mustache scratching as he murmurs cockily, “It can and it will, after I make sure you’re good and ready of course.”

You shudder at his words, head falling back as he continues his journey across your neck.

He grunts and your pussy spasms in response when you slowly rub him up and down through his silky gym shorts.

“I fucking knew it!” Reese’s delighted laugh has you jumping apart, “I told you!”

“Yeah yeah,” Jake sighs as he walks up beside her, “you were right. Now give ‘em a minute.” Jake winks as he guides her into the house, still laughing.

You burst into laughter, knowing your face is as red as Bradley’s.

“Got a little carried away,” he says, laughing too, “sorry.”

You just shake your head and lean in for a kiss. “I don’t want to wait. I want it…tonight,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He husks.

“Yeah,” you confirm, kissing him again before getting out of the Bronco.

“I’ll be in a minute,” he says before you close the door, head falling back against the rest as he waits for his body to calm down.

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Reese looks ready to burst when you get inside but she refrains from asking any questions.

You put her out of her misery when Bradley and Jake head over with Jake’s loaded truck.

“Last night,” you say, trying not to smile at the way her head whips toward you, “it just happened last night. I haven’t been holding out on you.”

“It’s okay if you were,” she replies, “but oh my God, you have no idea how happy this makes me.”

“Me too,” you smile.

“So is that why you guys overslept? Tired each other out last night?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but we did fall asleep on the couch together.”

“Did you…” she wiggles her eyebrows, “before you fell asleep on the couch?”

“No,” you blush, “we fooled around? I guess that’s what you’d call it when he got home yesterday afternoon. He said he’s happy to go at my pace.”

She nods, remembering what you told her about your limited and not-great sexual experience with Chad on a girls' night a while back.

“But I don’t want to wait,” you admit, “we’ve been dancing around this for months.”

“Yeah you have,” she laughs as you throw a wad of bubble wrap at her. “I’m happy for you both though.”

“Thank you,” you smile, “I’m happy for you too. I know Jake moving in was a big step.”

She nods. “It was, but it’s time. I think he might propose soon.”

“Really?” You ask, sounding surprised.

But you already know he’s going to since you helped him pick out the ring.

“Yeah,” she smiles, looking down at the ring from Andy on her right hand, “do you think it’s okay to keep this one on? Do you think it’ll bother Jake if I do? I’m planning on offering it to Drew when he’s older but…”

“I think it’s okay,” you answer truthfully, “I can’t imagine Jake would mind.”

He won’t. He already told you he won’t.

She nods, realizing the same.

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After pizza and beer as a thank you from Jake and Reese, Bradley drives you home later that evening.

Your nerves and excitement increase with every turn of the tires as you get closer. But his hand on your knee when he pulls into the driveway calms you instantly.

“We’re taking things at your pace,” he reminds you, “it’s okay if you change your mind.”

“I haven’t,” you murmur truthfully, “but I do need a shower.”

“Me too,” he agrees, “I’m all dusty.”

C’mon Shae. Do it.

“We could shower together?” You offer, face burning.

“Yeah?” He raises a brow and grins when you nod, “Alright.”

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Your heart pounds as you follow him into the downstairs bathroom after taking care of Hank.

Before you can start second-guessing your decision, he’s kissing you, mind going blissfully blank.

His arm blindly reaches to flick on the water before he pulls your shirt over your head. Your bra goes next, then his shirt, followed by your shorts and his; all while kissing you, distracting you.

He hisses as he pulls you into the shower, “C-cold,” he smiles against your lips as he turns it up, “can I touch you?”

“Please,” you breathe, gasping when he turns you in his arms; he’s so hard and so big against your lower back.

“Tell me if you don’t like something, or want me to stop,” he rasps under your ear as his hands ghost over your thighs, stomach, and chest.

“I will,” you whisper, head falling against his chest.

The hot water runs over both your bodies as his hands explore yours; cupping both breasts first.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, cock twitching at your sigh as his calloused fingertips find your nipples, “somehow even prettier than I imagined. Can’t wait to have ‘em in my mouth, sucking, biting, whatever you like.”

You nod eagerly; it all sounds good.

One hand travels lower, down your stomach before gently running between your legs. A pleased hum leaves him at how wet you are. “Can’t wait to have my mouth here either,” his teeth scrape your neck as he mouths the sensitive skin, “can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of eating your pussy.”

“Oh,” you whimper, “that’s what you think about?”

“Mhmm,” he confirms as he slowly circles your clit, “how good you’ll taste, how beautiful you’ll look when you cum, the sweet sounds you’ll make.”

“Yes,” you sigh, “I want it.”

“Thank you,” it’s his turn to sigh, sounding relieved like you were going to say no.

“But I want to taste you too,” you surprise yourself by saying.

“Fuck,” he groans as he starts to circle faster, “anything you want Shae.”

“I want…” you trail off as he has you hurdling toward release, “I want it all,” you bite your lip to stay quiet as you fall over the edge, legs shaking from the unexpected intensity.

“Beautiful,” he rasps when you relax into his arms.

“So are you,” you whisper, turning your head for a kiss before turning in his arms.

He grunts against your lips as your hand finds his cock, jerking once, twice, three times before you’re rewarded with his almost pained groan as ropes of cum land over your stomach and his.

He rests his forehead against yours, panting as you slow your strokes before releasing him and stepping even closer.

“That was-“

“Hot,” you whisper in awe, looking down at his release painting your skin.

“I was gonna say fast,” he sucks in a breath when you run your finger through his spend and bring it to your lips, “Fuck, Shae.”

“Is this okay?” You ask, wanting to taste it.

He just nods, cock already twitching to life as you suck your finger into your mouth, a choked sound leaving him at your hum.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he clears his throat when you’re done, “so I can take you to bed and get you dirty again.”

“Okay,” you smile.

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“Lay back,” he says as he walks you back to his bed.

You take a deep breath and bravely drop your towel before doing as asked.

His eyes darken impossibly further as he takes in your body, “You’re perfect, Shae.”

You flush at his praise and put your foot up to stop him before he can crawl over you. “I wanna see you too.”

He nods and reaches for his towel. With a tug, it drops. So does your jaw.

“Jesus,” you whisper, taking in the miles of tanned skin and muscle before your land on his cock and widen.

“You can take it,” he says lowly, confidently making you shiver, “but not until I think you’re good and ready.”

He crawls over you, kissing any worries away before trailing down your body, making a pit stop at your breasts, finding out quickly that you like everything he does; biting, sucking, gentle pinching, and pulling.

“Roo-“ you gasp as you feel the pull between your legs as he does the same to your nipple, “I’m getting close.” You had no idea your breasts are so sensitive.

“Mmm,” he hums, making you whimper when he stops to kiss lower, “don’t worry, you’ll get there, just want to taste it when you cum.”

“Fuck,” you whine as he kisses your thighs, and cry out when he suddenly licks a line through your arousal. “Sorry,” you whisper, putting your hand over your mouth, embarrassed at your reaction.

It’s pulled away not a second later, “Hey,” he nips your thigh, “look at me.”

Your head pops up, face on fire.

“Forget everything that bastard told you,” he says lowly, almost scarily. “I want to hear every sound you make.

You nod.

“and if I think you’re holding back, I won’t stop until you can’t help it,”

You whimper as your head falls back. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he says before repeating what he just did, licking the same path and making you moan. “Good girl.”

Your eyes widen at the way you clench around nothing at his praise.

“Put your hands in my hair,” he murmurs against your clit, making you jolt, “guide me where you want me; tell me what feels good.”

“Okay-that!” You gasp as his tongue circles your clit.

He chuckles into your pussy as he continues.

Your hands find his hair and are tugging moments later as he pushes you over the edge with another cry.

“Whoa-what-again?” You pant as he goes right back to it once you’ve come down.

“Mhmm,” is all the answer you get as he continues, getting you off quickly again before he adds a finger, then two, and finally three.

Eventually, you lose track of how many times he gets you off; each one better than the last.

There’s not a thought in your mind as Bradley coaxes your body over the edge again and again.

When you can’t control the trembles wracking your body, Bradley finally relents and kisses his way back up.

“Ready?” He asks as he reaches for a condom from a new box.

You nod shakily, whimpering as he slides one on with a pained look.

“I-I know Reese probably told you I’m a ladies' man or whatever,” he says with a frown, “but I haven’t had sex in a long time; like a few years. I’ve gone on dates and all that but, I don’t know, it didn’t feel right.”

“It wouldn’t matter if you did,” you reply, reaching for his hand.

“It’s just-this may be over quickly,” he’s blushing.

“I don’t care,” you reply, pulling him down, “you’ve already blown my mind. I can’t feel my legs.”

He nods with a grin as he settles between them placing the head of his cock at your entrance before leaning over you.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts,” he brushes his lips over yours as he slowly pushes in, “and I’ll stop. I’ll never hurt you.”

Hot tears unexpectedly prick your eyes at his words and the deeper meaning behind them.

“I know you won’t,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.

True to his word, he goes slow. Pulling out after each inch and pushing in further each time. It’s a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt.

“Okay?” He asks, trembling too by the time he finally bottoms out.

“So good,” you whimper, wiggling your hips a little when you adjust, “more, Roo. Please.”

He shudders before pulling out to thrust back in, forcing your moans out with each stroke.

Your nails rake down his sweaty back as you urge him faster, surprised and delighted that another orgasm is building.

“I’m close,” you gasp when he shifts, pushing you that much closer.

“Yeah,” he pants, “get there for me. Just one more, c’mon.”

Your nails bite into his skin as you hurdle over the edge, pulling him with you when you tighten around him.

“Fuck, Shae,” he chokes as his hips stutter to a stop, cock twitching inside you as he fills the condom. “I love you,” he whispers hoarsely, “God, I love you.”

The words register for you both at the same time, making you both freeze.

Your already racing heart beats even faster, but not for the reason you expected.

“Shae,” he starts, burying his face in your neck.

“Look at me,” you whisper. He won’t meet your eye when he eventually lifts his head, “Please?”

The plea in your tone is what makes him finally look and you dive head-first into those brown eyes you’ve wanted to drown in.

“I love you too.”

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A/N: Not Reese throwing Bradley’s words when he busted her and Jake making out back at him 😂 also if the ‘I love Yous’ seem fast, remember they’ve been living together for 5 months…getting to know each other and falling in love before they ever did anything. I hope y’all liked it.

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[bainutwater85]

Could I have NSFW headcanons for Suigetsu & Sasuke?

definitely 💕🙌🏾

cw: degrading, toxicity (suigetsu&sasuke) baby-making/trapping, unprotected sex, rough sex, humiliation (suigetsu)

do not heavily reference MY headcanons please

SUIGETSU

no morals or empathy for you whatsoever. If he wanted you to strip and show everyone your tits, then he’d expect you to do so.

not too controlling but is clingy as FUCK after sex. like ‘dick-still-in-your-vagina-and-won’t-let-you-go’ type of clingy.

not much of a cuckold but makes an exception once or twice w sasuke. Only because he has a fair amount of trust within him to not try anything more then what’s offered .

sooooo and i mean soooo possessive snd obsessive to the point it’s concerning. I’d say separation anxiety but he’d threaten you with some sexual shit. You sit there with a unbothered face like “really? please, idc.” cause why you threaten someone with a good time.

if you two are out on a mission with other members, he’d risk it all snd fight to share a tent with you just to rub your clit in the middle of the night while you’re trying to fall asleep. but his pleas are too much to endure so you succumb to him. But tbh, you were feeling a little in the mood that night, you just tried to sleep it off.

will fuck you outside, but in the shadows.

wants to be with you wherever and whenever. knows he can’t so when he feels stressed snd needs to relive himself he just pulls out a picture of you and fucks his fist.

cums in tissues when he jerks off because if he doesn’t then who will clean up that mess? certainly not him.

has a bad fucking potty mouth and makes you cry on your already worse days. even during sex you wonder if he actually meant what he said when he called you fat whore.

hates condoms, hates the way it feels i’m his cock, hates that you make him wear it snd will pull it off mid backshot.

SASUKE

also possessive but won’t get you to strip for others, him for sure but you’re body is set for his eyes only and will literally air the whole place out if someone catches a glance of your nip slip.

clingy, but isn’t annoying either. has you wrapped around his finger snd his cock. You try to leave he won’t protest cause he knows that YOU know you won’t be able to last a week without him or his fucking skills. He’s a pro, a trendsetter fr.

has a hand on your waist but always on your neck so you don’t get outta place or lime when you’re around him or about to argue with others. Always and i mean always puts you in your place. and that’s under him, ass up; face down. Vice versa, when he’s feeling a little snappy and having one of his episodes— you put it all on his face.

makeup sex is always the norm in this shared sex like of y’all’s cause he’s always doing so,etching to piss you off or make you cry. No no, he doesn’t mean it— he just got some problems but nothing a uchiha dick can’t fix.

has a potty mouth as well but once you’ve told him to tone it down, he did. i guess he’s just so high and up about himself he’s so use to degrading literally anyone.

if you WERE to leave him tho. he’d try to “talk out” but his charisma finds it ways into your panties and he has you laid on your back with a belly full of his cum. Now what? you most definitely ain’t leaving him nope.

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Reader is having a bad day and Jared makes it better.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, mom!reader, dad!Jared, mentions of pregnancy, insecurities likes one time, unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), fingering, kissing, biting, scratching, hair pulling, filth in the end.

Word count: 2.8k

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It was one thing after another today.

Spilled milk, crackers crushed into the carpet, pee spots also on the carpet because you’re trying to potty train and it’s going awful.

You felt like you couldn’t do anything right anymore. It was one thing after another, but when you looked at the little face that’s a mix of you and the person you love deeply, you just can’t help but feel okay for a minute.

“Say hi to daddy, baby.” You smile as your son, Leo, turns around, cheesing big as he waves, “Dada!” You reach out, giving his cheeks a squeeze as you end the video, “I love you so much!”

You send the video to Jared before reaching in to grab your son, kissing his face which earns loud laughter from him.

He gets free, running away as he gets distracted by a toy your dog kicked across the floor. Your phone vibrates in your lap and you look down, seeing a text from Jared, Hello my boy! I’ll be home soon! Tell mama to give you a kiss for me!

You send him a picture of you giving Leo a kiss on the cheek and send it back to him. He texts back right away with two hearts.

Quickly following that text up with another, Is my girl okay?

Your heart flutters as you reread his text, debating on what to say for a second, Yes baby. Why do you ask?

You chew on your lip, knowing Jared can read you like a book, even through text, You sound sad, is everything okay?

It’s.. been a day, is all you manage to think of, which, isn’t a lie. You needed a shower, a nap, a shot of vodka, something. I’m on my way home, sweetheart. I love you. You smile slightly at his text, glancing up as you check on your child.

You can’t help but to feel bad. You knew he had work to do. You didn’t want to take that away from him. You let out a sigh as you reply, Okay, baby. Drive safe, I love you.

You set your phone down and walk over to grab Leo, taking him to his high chair. You really felt emotional now, everything was starting to slam into you.

You set your son down in the chair, clicking the belts around his legs, “Hold on, mama will get you a snack.” You smile at the happy child, kicking his feet and babbling on about all kinds of things.

As you work on getting him his snack, you hear the door open and you hold your breath, knowing you were going to lose it the second you seen him.

“Hello mini me.” Jared greets Leo, “Have you been good for mommy?” He gets him out of his chair and bounces him slightly as he looks to you, “Y/n?”

You hold up your hand, “I need.. a sec..”

“You’re fine, babe.” Jared goes back to talking to the boy while you finish up his snack, “Are you ready to eat?” You smile as you walk up to Jared, reaching out to tickle Leo’s belly, earning a few giggles.

Jared puts him back in his seat, bucking him in before putting the tray back, “What’s mama got? Hmm.” He leans in, pretending to be surprised which has Leo smiling.

You lick your lips, “You didn’t, um. Have to come home early, baby. I’m just.. I’m just having a rough mental day. I’m just tired.”

He looks up at you and stands up, “Don’t tell me what I didn’t have to do.” He smiles, laughing slightly as he runs his hand through your hair and rests his palm against your neck, “Zach understands that you and him come first now.”

You smile, trying to fight back the tears, but you lose the battle as your lip quivers and you shove your face in his chest, your body jolting from your sobs, “I-I just..” you gasp out, trying to calm down again.

Jared holds you tighter, shushing you quietly as he glances from you to Leo, who’s still as happy as can be.

“It’s b-been.. just r-rough..” you breathe out, “Lately..” you take a slow breath, reaching up to wipe your face, “Fuck.” You cover your face, your breathing growing quicker, and before Jared can say anything else, you just explode, word vomit everywhere, “I just feel so bad for having bad days, like the house is a mess, I made cookies with him to try and keep my mind from racing and I have to still clean that fucking mess up, and the toys, and the carpet and I need a shower and you’re missing work and I know that’s important and I just-“

“Hey. Hey.” Jared gently grabs your wrists and pulls you to him, “y/n. Listen to me.” He reaches up, tilting your chin up and your eyes meet his, “You need to take another deep breath for me, okay?”

You take a shakey breath, watching as he takes one with you, “That’s good. Now another, just for safe measure.” He smiles, which gets you to smile and he pulls you in, wrapping his around your neck, “You, my love, are doing an absolute damn good job with him.”

Jared continues, “You don’t ever have to be sorry for having feelings. Okay? You are never a bother to me, if you need me, I’m coming to you as fast as I can.”

You smile at his words, tears forming in your eyes, “Thank you.” You glance over at Leo and shake your head, he’s just been, I hate to say it but so bad lately.”

“I fear we have entered, what they call, the terrible twos.” Jared presses a kiss to your forehead and you laugh, “We’ve been in it for a while then.”

You press a kiss to his lips and Jared glances over at him, “Has he had a nap yet?” You kiss Jared’s lips again, shaking your head as he smiles, “No, I’ve been trying.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You go take a bath and get into bed. I’ll get him lunch, I’ll clean up, and then I’ll get Leo down for a nap.”

You press two kisses to his lips, your voice just above a whisper, “I truly believe that you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” You nod to your son, “Well, besides him.”

Jared nods, “Of course.” He kisses your cheek and then your lips, “I think about you the same way.” He nods towards the doorway, “Now go. I’ll be up to check on you in a little bit.”

You turn around, giving him a slight smirk, “You promise?”

He smiles, laughing slightly as he starts getting lunch around for Leo, “Yes, baby. I promise. Now go.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” You walk out the doorway, stopping when you hear Jared talk to your baby, “That mommy is so stubborn sometimes, now I know where you get that from.”

“I heard that.” You smile as Jared responds, “You were supposed to!”

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You stayed in the bath until the water got cold. As you lean forward to let the drain go, you blow out the candle you have lit in the corner of the shower wall, and stand up.

It’s been fairly quiet the last ten minutes, or so, but you can only hope Leo goes down easy for Jared.

You wrap the towel around yourself, making your way into your bedroom to get dressed. You dry off, wrapping your hair in the towel as you find a shirt and underwear.

You walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed and your mind just can’t help but wander again. You close your eyes, taking your hair down from the towel before you lay down.

Another twenty minutes goes by and you turn your head as you hear the door open. You smile when you see Jared walking in, “Hey.”

He walks around to his side and crawls into the bed behind you, “He’s down.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, “How was your bath?”

You gently scratch your nails over his arm that’s holding you close to him, “It was good.” He hums quietly in response, “Mama, you know that it’s okay to slow down right?”

You nod your head, afraid you’ll lose it if you say a single word. Jared tightens his arm around you, “It’s also okay that if all you did today was survive.“

You close your eyes, trying to keep your breathing from going uneasy.

“You can take the rest of the night, do whatever you need to do and you can always try again tomorrow.” He kisses your head, “You are an actual superhero, mama. You actually kind of scare me.”

He laughs and you turn your head slightly, “What?” You roll over, laughing quietly as you look up at him, “You’re scared of little old me?”

He smiles, his hand moving to rest on your cheek, “You can move mountains, y/n.” His eyes search your face, “And I have never loved anyone as much as I love you and our boy.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his and it quickly grows into a slow make out, “If you’re up for it..” You breathe out, “I think I know something that will really give me a pick me up.”

“Oh yeah?” His hand slides down to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, “I guess great minds think alike then, huh?”

You smile as he pulls the blanket down your body so he can fit his body in between your knees, “Just relax, baby.” Jared says as he kisses down your neck, “Let me do all the work.”

You nod, turning your head to watch him. He pushes your shirt up, leaning in to press kisses down your torso, “You’re so beautiful.”

You were still very insecure about your post pregnancy body, but Jared continued to do everything he can to make sure you know just how beautiful he knew you were.

You bite down on your lip as he hooks his fingers into the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs.

He slides his hands up your legs, glancing up at you as you spread your legs wider, giving him a nod. He smirks up at you before you feel his tongue slip between your folds, earning a gasp from your lips.

Your head falls back, your back arches and your hands move to his hair as his tongue works from your cunt to your clit, back and fourth repeatedly.

“Please.” You whine out, “Jared.”

He gives you more, sliding his hand down your thigh, “Whatever you need, sweetheart.” He whispers against you as he slips in two fingers.

“Yesyesyes.” You roll your hips forward, moaning out as you feel his fingers curl inside of you, “Fuck.” You moan out, looking down at him.

“Doing so good for me.” He turns his head, kissing along your thigh. Your lips part as you watch him kiss back to your clit, eyes rolling back as he sucks and nips.

Your hips buck, your legs tighten around his neck, “F-fuck..” your grip tightens on his hair, earning a groan from him.

He lifts his head, “How’s that feel, baby?” He watches your face continue twisting with pleasure while you give him a nod, breathing a quick, “Yes.”

“So close.” You whimper out and he drops his lips to your clit, urging you with cum with flicks of his tongue against it.

You feel your legs start to shake, your eyes screw shut and moans leave your lips as you feel the knot in your belly finally snap.

Jared guides you through your high and then his clothes are quickly discarded and your arms and legs are wrapped around his body.

He brings his hand up, pressing it against your cheek as he kisses you. You bring a hand down, resting it on his wrist as your lips move with his.

You gasp quietly as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your needy entrance, “I need you.” You tighten your legs around his waist and his hand leaves your cheek, going down to guide his cock into where you want him most.

You lace your fingers through his hair, moaning out as you feel him slide into you, “F-fuck.” You clench your walls around him which causes him to grip onto your hip tighter, his voice quiet as he leans down, “You feel so fucking good.”

He slides his hand up to your side as he rolls his hips into yours, both of you gasping and groaning out.

Your back arches off the bed, head handing back as his thrusts speed up, “Fuck, yes, fuck.” You lift your head, eyes on his as your hand moves to his cheek, “I love you.”

He rests his forehead on yours, thrusts slowing down, “I love you.” He presses kisses all over your face, “I love you so much.”

He kisses from your lips and along your jaw, whispering as his hand squeezes the outside of your thigh, “You are so beautiful.”

He kisses down your neck and back up to your lips. You whimper against them as you feel another orgasm approaching, “M’so close, J.”

“I love it when you cum for me, you look so pretty.” He urges as he reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “Shit, you take me so well.”

You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts, tightening your legs around his waist, “Cum in me.” You pull him in for a heated kiss, “Please, I need you so bad.”

You have felt needy for him the last few days, like yes, you’ve had sex, but you needed him more than usual.

You had no idea what’s going on.

“You need me so bad?” Jared asks, “Fuck, tell me again, baby.”

You arch your back, clenching around his cock as you moan out, “Fuck, I-i need you, all of you.” You look up at him, “I need you so bad.”

He nods, kissing your lips, “Okay.” He pulls you body against his, “You have me, you know that, right? You have me.”

You nod, “I have you.”

You pull him in by the neck, lips attaching to his and then it hits you. The realization that you should probably take a pregnancy test - and your orgasm.

Jared’s quick to follow, holding you close as he fills you just like you requested. He rolls off of you, leaning back into kiss your cheek.

You smile, breathing heavy and your head snaps to the door as you hear Leo start to wake up from his nap.

Jared’s quick to get up, “Take your time. Come down when you’re ready.” He leans down giving you a kiss before he moves to get dressed, and watch as he leaves.

You sit up, biting down on your lip as you throw on a shirt and head to the bathroom. You bend down and grab the test from the box. You chewed on your lip as you stared at the pink foiled covered stick in your hands.

“Okay.” You whisper quietly, tearing open the package to pull out the test and you sit down to take it.

You rest it on the counter, standing up and laying your hand over the little window, “Fuck. Okay.”

You knew you and Jared could do it, but you haven’t talked about having another, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to have another. You move your hand, gasping as you see the dark second line, “Fuck. Babe!”

You grab the test, opening the door, “Babe!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He answers you from the kitchen and you quickly, and carefully, race down the steps. You take a deep breath before entering and he looks up at you, doing a double take, “What’s wrong?”

You hold up the test and he tilts his head, “That makes a lot of sense.”

“Yeah.” You walk over to him and he wraps his arms around you, “Are we happy about this?”

You shrug, tilting your head up slightly, “Are we happy about this?”

He glances from you to Leo, and lets out a sigh as he chuckles slightly, “Yeah. Yeah. I think we do.” He looks down at you, tilting your chin up so you’re now looking at him fully, “I know this wasn’t planned, but I just fell in love with you even more.”

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[luvonmes-blog]

hey y’all… so ik i’ve disappeared for a while and dw i am gonna drop that stiles fic!! but i’ve re-entered my avatar phase and i have some head-cannons🤭🤭🤭

contains: all the Sully men, avatar!Jake, agedup!Neteyam, agedup!Lo’ak, smut, explicit descriptions of smut, me being horny for the Sully men😔 i have no shame

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Jake

i’m a firm believer that lo’ak and neteyam are so close in age BECAUSE jake was obviously a human right?? and before him and neytiri met she was just living the simple life and jake came along then BAM introduced her to new shit.

just imagine like you and jake are about to mate and since avatars mate for life he knows for a fact you’re a virgin and that just does something to him so he’s showing you new shit so he goes down on you and that opens the floodgates

his potty mouth definitely rubbed off on you

to me avatars low key look like cats (their noses!!) and act like them too and i feel like we’ve all agreed they purr but jake definitely takes that to a new level.

like he just lets himself go completely

like imagine he’s fucking you in missionary, head buried in your neck whispering all types of nasty shit you’ve never heard before (“fuck you’re so good for me” “so fuckin’ tight” “lettin me fuck you so good”) and he’s just purringg

vibrates through his whole body

we all know he whines but the first time he teaches you to ride him??? can’t help himself

like you’re trying your best, pace sporadic, movements jerky but you feel so good that it’s all he can do

holds onto your hips sucking on your boobs absolutely whining into your chest

first time he teaches you about giving head??

he can’t help but fuck your mouth

WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO??? you looked so cute staring up at him all wide eyed he couldn’t help himself

it’s ok though he made it up, fucked you so good you couldn’t even walk straight (no seriously mo’at was concerned)

i wanna be fucked by jake sully so bad😔

Neteyam

this boy right here??? soft dom all the way

he couldn’t hurt a fly how tf could he do that to his partner????

grunts, not a whiner like his daddy but he doesn’t moan either

grunts and groans

PRAISE!!!

whether he’s praising you or you praising him he loves it sm

growing up with a father who’s a dream walker he’s definitely heard some shit about jakes life before he was an avatar

once heard his dad talking about something called “head” upon further investigation (asking norm) he had taken this amazing and i mean AMAZING idea to you

took you guys a while to figure it out but once you do???

has never nutted so fast in his entire life

like i mean he barely had time to register he was cumming just long thick ropes being pushed down your throat

play with his balls??? he’s a goner. lick them, suck them and if you pull just a little bit he’ll yelp🤭

wanna get your way?

sit him down in your shared hut, rub his shoulders get him real comfortable then put his dick in your mouth

he’ll agree to anything (his hands buried in your hair pulling just a little bit “yes! yes i’ll do it- anything- just please, please keep going”)

wanna fuck him so bad it hurts💔

Lo’ak

LIKE FATHER LIKE MF SON!!!

a whiner, beggar, moaner all the er’s

he’s so loud too omfg

when i say beggar i mean BEGS

like his life fucking depends on it. he can’t help himself (“please jus- please! i’ll do anything, please, please, please” drool coming out his mouth)

moans. long drawn out ones too. especially when he’s cumming can’t help it he just feels so good

was definitely there when teyam heard about the whole head thing. took it back to you too and somehow you just caught on so fast

shakes when you give him head. i mean tremors through his whole body whining about how good it feels

favorite position is cowgirl why you may ask? TITTIES!!!

boob guy all the way he loves them sm so when you’re riding him he gets to suck on them. his eyes def roll back

cums too fast. poor baby can’t help it. it just happens and he tries to warn you he tries so hard (“baby slow down please. i’m gonna- you’re gonna make me- fuck!” whines all the way through it)

his tip is so sensitive. you don’t even have to suck him off completely suck on his tip and he’s a goner

his ears too!!! bite his ear just a little bit when you’re riding him and he’s bucking up into you trying so hard not to cum.

dw even if he finishes too fast he never leaves you hanging

he figured if you can go down on him he can go down on you ofc there’s some differences but he learned and he learned well

is lo’ak my favorite? yes. do i wanna fuck him so bad? also yes.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 10- Public Sex

I am basing this one off a true story please don't do this it's so risky and unsanitary.

Paring: San x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sex in a port-a-potty, FWB, degradation (calls reader a slut), he likes the reader but doesn't know how to tell her so he's kinda mean cause she likes his bad boy act.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

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You wondered how it was exactly that you found yourself in this position. Never in a million years did you think that resident bad boy Choi San would even glance in your direction much less have you bent over for him on the regular. The truth is though that San is about as close to a real bad boy as a puppy is. His cool demeanor and sharp gaze always seemed to convince people that he wasn't up to any good but to those who knew him best he was a big softie. He lived to cuddle and was a real romantic and he truthfully had the biggest crush on you.

You were so sweet and beautiful and always seemed to make whomever you were talking to smile. He's been playing into the bad boy act for so long now though that he has no idea how to ask you out properly or even get your to see the real him. His best friend Wooyoung tells him that he just needs to do it but is he's being honest he's scared. That's what got him in this mess in the first place. He was finally going to ask you out. He was preparing himself all week but when the time finally came he chickened out. Then, he saw you at a party. He decided he was going to tell you then, after plenty of liquid courage. Maybe, he had a little too much because then next thing he knew was that he came up to dance behind you and instead of asking you or properly like he planned he ended up saying, "What is a pretty little thing like yourself doing all alone?"

"Um, well I w-was just looking for my roommate. She's here somewhere," you stuttered feeling hot with San being this close to you. You had no idea why he was choosing to talk to you but you couldn't deny that it made you feel good to have this resident bad boy all over you for the moment.

"Forget her, let me be your roommate tonight yeah? I'll make you feel so good you'll be begging me like a desperate slut by the end," yeah he definitely had to much. Be want supposed to say any of that but his mouth was moving faster than his brain. That is how you both ended up in your friends with benefits relationship. He would come over and fuck your brains out, saying the nastiest things to you and you loved it. You assumed that was all it was but to him, he used it as a twisted chance to get to know your and spend time with you. Unbeknownst to you that is why he so often chose to stay at your place even though he said it was just because he was to tired to go back to his dorm.

One day he invited you to go to a concert with him. He said he got the tickets for free from a buddy but he had actually bought them and planned on taking you because you're favorite band was headlining. You played it off very cool but on the inside you were screaming you were going to see your favorite band and with none other than Choi San. You couldn't get your hopes up to much though this was definitely not a date even though it did kind of feel like one.

Soon it was the day of the concert and right on time at 4:30 San was at your dorm ready to pick you up. You got there early even though you had seats but you didn't want to miss any of the openers either. Everything was going well and you were having a great time. You and San jammed out to the music and you were dancing and having fun.

"Hey," you said after a while, "I'll be right back I am going to get another drink."

"Wait," he replied also getting up, "I will go with you there are so many people I don't want you getting hurt." You thought it was strange that he would care but you couldn't think on it too much or you would stay deluding yourself into thinking he actually liked you. In his mind it was now or never. He had to confess to you before things for any further and his chances are ruined. He wasn't exactly thinking straight he just needed to get you somewhere he felt he could talk to you without so much distraction. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closest room he could find and that just so happened to be the wheelchair accessible port-a-potty. It was not his best option but it'd do for now. What he didn't expect was to feel you so close and he couldn't help himself. He kissed you deeply and passionately. It had you morning into his mouth.

He pulled away saying, "I am sorry I just couldn't wait anymore."

"Neither can I," you replied reaching to palm at his cock above his pants.

"God, you are just a desperate slut for my cock huh? Can't get enough that you're willing to let me fuck you right here and now," he said while turning you around so he could grind his bulge against your ass. None of this was part of the plan but you seemed to be enjoying yourself there for her just went with it loving the feeling of your body against his. Luckily for you both you decided to wear a sundress with no panties. You knew how much that drive him insane.

He lifted your dress bunching it together at your lower back. There you were bent over holding on to a guard rail in a port-a-potty with no panties and dripping wet just for San. That was it for him, the congestion could wait he needed to be balls deep in your beautiful pussy right now. He wasted no time using his pants and pulling both them and his underwear down to his mid thigh letting his cock spring free. He guided his tip to your entrance tubing his tip up and down your wet folds. Them, he started to push in.

"Fuuuuck you're always so right for me. I love fucking your pretty little pussy. That's it take it like my good little slut," he said. Officially lost in the high of pleasure he just said whatever he thought. He began to move faster slamming his hips into yours. One of his hands on the same guardrail you were holding on to the other covering your mouth muffling your sweet sons so you don't get caught. You were surprised you didn't get cause already though with the way the whole thing seemed to be shaking. Eventually he moved his other hand from the rail to snake around your body and start rubbing your clit. Your mouth was still covered but you still screamed that you were gonna cum and hopefully he'd know your were close. Which he did, he could feel it.

"You gonna cum for me little slut huh? You gonna cum all over my cock? That's it, cum for me go ahead," he encouraged. The feeling of his cock and his hand and then the words he spoke had you coming undone. He was not far behind and when he was just about to cum he pulled out of your letting it all drip onto the floor. When all was said and done and you were both satisfied and clean, at least as clean as you could get, he finally spoke the words he's been waiting ages to say.

"Y/N, I really like you and I have for a while and I'm not good with my words really but I want to ask you out on a real date. Honestly I've been wanting to do that for a long time. I want to make you mine for real."

You were too stunned to speak you thought it was a joke but he seemed so sincere. You decided to agree under some conditions.

"Okay," you began, " you can take me out on a real date. I really like your top but you should know that if I get any sense that you're playing me at all I'm done and this whole thing will be over. I won't let myself get heartbroken like that."

"You don't have to worry about that," he said, "I don't even plan on letting you go now." You two say back in your seats and enjoyed the rest of the concert. It was amazing and you couldn't wait to see where this will go.

A/N: Yes, this situation was a thing. No, I will not be doing that ever again. Highschool was a wild time and that is all I will say. Anyway once again don't have sex in a port-a-potty it is not great but it did give me the inspiration for this so at least it was good for one thing. Asks are still open and I am ready to get writing.

[mychlapci]

Ageswap Prowl makes me crazy

One day Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are busy so Prowl is being sent to Optimus Prime to be looked after. When Prowl is told this he gets so nervous at the thought of spending the day all by himself with someone so important. So he asks Sunstreaker why he can't spend the day with Ratchet or someone he already knows. Sunstreaker laughs at him and tells him if he's so nervous he can bring his favorite stuffie, a black and white cyber kitty that matches his plating. He also adds that Prowl looks so sweet bouncing on someone's lap clutching a toy. This embarrasses Prowl but he takes the plushie with him anyway.

Once he gets to the Prime’s office Optimus immediately comments on how cute Prowl looks clutching the soft stuffie. Prowl goes soft from the complement. Optimus beckons Prowl over to his lap where he has his spike out and he tells Prowl to sit on it and keep it warm while he gets some important work done. The spike is so big that Prowl has to focus really hard to not cum while getting on it. The spike fills Prowl so well that he goes a little dumb just from sitting on it, too dumb to realize that his valve is so full that it's crushing his waste tank.

Once his valve is full Prowl mindlessly starts wiggling back and forth trying to get some friction but Optimus spanks his node and tells him to stay still and not distract him. Prowl holds his cyber kitty tighter to his chest and thanks the Prime for helping him remember to be good.

Optimus is in the middle of feeding Prowl a candy, his big fingers in the little slut’s mouth when he starts squirming furiously. Optimus is almost disappointed for he was staying so still up until this point when he realized that Prowl was doing a little potty dance.

Realizing what's about to happen, Optimus plucks the cyber kitty plush out of Prowl's hands and holds it to his valve just in time for his seal to break soaking the soft plush in Prowl's pee. Once Prowl realizes what was going on he starts to tear up, he was peeing all over the Prime again and he was ruining his favorite plushie, and if all that wasn't bad enough Optimus was lifting him up off the spike now his valve feels so empty and he starts crying harder, sniffling in between apologies.

Optimus sets Prowl down on a chair and tells him that it's okay most mechlings have a hard time holding it, but he should have said something before he made a mess and now as punishment little Prowl has to rub his valve on his dirty plushie until he cums.

awww i’m actually imagining Prowl walking into Optimus’ habsuite with the plushie behind his back, trying to look all professional and respectable, until he notices the Prime’s spike and quickly hauls the plush over to hold it. He feels so awkward around the Prime after their first time ended in a messy disaster, and there’s the whole thing about the Prime ranking so high above Prowl that he had a hard time keeping his embarrassment in check. I mean, look at him, a promising cadet, a skilled tactician, gripping his plushie when he sees Optimus’ huge spike… So humiliating. 

He’d emptied his tank beforehand, so he thought it would be fine, but Optimus is so huge, his belly is bulging out and his waste tank is essentially flattened by his massive spikehead. Prowl is so upset when he’s made to pee on his toy… Sunny and Sides are gonna be so mad, they never let him get his plushies dirty. He ruts his hot valve against the soaked toy, moaning so prettily for Optimus… The fur feels so soft on his pussy, tickling his node every time he grinds down with a squelch and a whimper. 

I’ve also been thinking, y’know, about cadet Prowl saying ‘no’ for once and I can definitely imagine that happening here for sure… Seeing his plushie get all dirty, embarrassing himself in front of the Prime again, and the fear that Sunny and Sides are gonna be mad that he got the toy dirty are just too much for him. They don’t have a safe-word because Prowl never actually says “no” so when he suddenly starts telling Optimus to please stop, he doesn’t want to keep going (script Ratchet taught him, I bet), Optimus knows to stop immediately. He holds him while Prowl apologizes frantically, telling him it’s okay, they're going to clean up now… He runs a sterilization and dryer cycle on the plush while giving Prowl his bath, handing him the warm plushie once he’s in his massive bed… Optimus tells him that he is very brave for telling him when it was too much, and that he can ask for a reward. 

And of course, Prowl asks him to remove the ring on his spike, just for a moment, and not tell Sunny and Sides… and then he cums the moment Optimus’ hand wraps around his hot little cock :)

[morganbritton132]

I was thinking about your angst post and how it's a little precursor to the TikTok saga-

What if Eddie's doing a live stream and for whatever reason, Ozzy's not around. Potty break maybe, he's usually no more than 2 minutes. But of course all it takes is 2 minutes for Steve to slip into a seizure, one of his bad ones. And the live catches enough of it before Eddie frantically tosses his phone and ends the stream. How do you think fans would react?

I’ve actually had a similar thought to this!

Eddie has never sat down and been like, ‘this is what’s wrong with my husband.’ Why would he? Steve is not a celebrity. He has no interest in fame, he’s deeply private, and it’s no one’s business. Eddie has occasionally made comments or referenced Steve’s health issues just because it’s apart of their lives.

Dedicated fans who take all these little throw-away comments and create a profile of Eddie’s life will connect the dots between ‘Steve gets migraines’ and why the lights are low in a video or ‘Ozzy is a service dog’ to the thud you can hear on a live-stream that causes Eddie to run out of the room. There have been many times where Eddie has been live and will drop everything, leave the room, and not come back for minutes to hours. He never provides an explanation of where he went or why.

Eddie’s live streaming in his home studio. He’s got his guitar in his lap and a notepad next to him, and he’s playing this little interactive game he does with his fans where they’ll write a song together. Steve’s not a common feature to live-streams like this but he’s slightly in-frame tonight.

Eddie’s writing down a lyric a fan sent in the chat when he’s suddenly hit in the face by a hand. He startles and opens his mouth to complain but when he looks at Steve, all he sees in the jerky motion of Steve’s arm as it spasms.

And he freezes with his mouth still hanging open. He freezes like he always does when it’s a big seizure because his first thought is never seizure, it’s always Chrissy Cunningham. He freezes so he doesn’t think to move his phone away immediately. It’s only a half-second that he’s sitting there with his mouth hung open and terror in his eyes before he springs into action, but it feels like a million years to him and the chat.

Eddie bumps the table with his phone on it, and it falls so all the chat can see is the woodgrain, but they can hear Eddie talk to himself as he moves Steve into a safer position. They can hear him talk to Steve about how it’s okay, “It’s a big one but it’s okay. It’s fine. We’ll shake it out and go to bed, and – and where’s Ozzy? Oz?!”

It is a tense two and a half minutes and then silence until Eddie picks up his phone, ends the live-stream without a word, and calls Dustin. He’ll find out later that Steve had let Ozzy out into the backyard and forgot about it. He’ll make plans to install a doggy door that they’ll probably never do and when Steve wakes up exhausted and not all there, Eddie will repeat every reassuring word that he can think of until Steve falls asleep knowing that he’s safe.

In the morning, he’ll see the outpour of people worried, concerned, sympathetic with their own stories of seizures. He’ll make a short video letting people know that Steve is fine. He’s resting. He’ll let his students know that he won’t be at school, but that he’s already writing pop quizzes if they aren’t good for the substitute. But Eddie will never tell Steve that the twenty thousand people in his live stream that watched him have a seizure are wishing him well because he doesn’t think that it’ll go over well.

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