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HIIII <333 I JUST WANTED TO USOPP TO BE IN MY LIFE <333

[reallyromealone]

Another part to the Spencer Reid x reader accidental mating plz

Title: accidental mating

Chapter 3 1/2

Fandom: criminal minds

Characters: criminal minds cast, extra characters with no names

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings: Spencer x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, fluff, angst, reader faces gender discrimination, mpreg, a half chapter for now

Notes: been writing this in my off time

Summary: the team has a new mission and feelings are slowly rising while Spencer learns something about his mate while trying to not throttle someone

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It had been a month and a half since the two agreed to live together and it's been... Rocky to say the least.

"He puts bread in the fridge!" (Name) Groaned angrily, sitting with Prentiss in her car while they went to get lunch to satisfy (name)s newly developed cravings. "He is a weirdo, other than fridge bread is everything good?"

Minus Spencer avoiding him or treating him like glass and somehow keeping him at an arms length... Everything was fine...

"Just tell him you wanna be with him!" Morgan groaned out and Spencee looked less than thrilled at his best friends words, ever since (name) and him moved into the house together, (name)s scent was hard to ignore and frankly driving Spencer up the wall in the most annoyingly best way possible.

He was just tired of how his alpha reacted to it all, his body practically moving on its own to try and make sure (name) was well cared for always only for him to snap back and push away.

"I don't want to be with him! My alpha is just reacting to the fact he's carrying my children! It's purely biological!" Morgan just stared unimpressed with him, it was clear as day that Spencer had been developing feelings but was too far up his own ass to figure it out. Who would have figured that the smartest man in the room would be so dumb. "Well how are things going at home?" Morgan asked the other who groaned "he keeps moving things, always complaining how it doesn't feel right"

It was another form of nesting, especially with pregnant people. Instead of just making cute nests, they cleaned the house with an aggression like no other and treated the furniture like they were playing sims. (Name) Was no exception, rearranging the house and subsequently dragging Reid along as the Alpha didn't want him hurting himself or the babies "he's really putting you to work" Morgan teased much to the other alphas frustration.

Giggling could be heard across the bullpen, the two looking over to see (name) and Prentiss with a few sandwiches "there you two are, where have you guys been off too?" Morgan teased while (name) took a sandwich out of the plastic bag and handed it to Reid "you didn't eat breakfast" (name) said simply and the Alpha looked down at the sandwich from the deli a few blocks down, the sticker on it showing it had everything he liked on it.

"O-oh uh... Thanks" (name) looked confused at the doctor but didn't pay him too much mind as his belly rumbled and immediately went to his desk to go eat his monstrosity of a sandwich, everyone both horrified and fascinated at the combination of things between some sourdough.

"Pregnancy is a fascinating yet horrifying thing" Spencer said taking a bite of his sandwich while his mate enjoyed his foo-- not his mate.

They weren't mates.

...

Fuck.

"I heard he seduced him and baby trapped him"

"Well I heard that he blackmailed him"

(Name) Ignored the gossip and whispers about him, Hitch needing to use the restroom and (name) walking ahead back to the alphas office "clearly he had to do... Favors to get this job" if it wasn't him being accused of being a whore it was something...

He loved his pups but he wished it was different and he could have done this on his own time...

"(Name)?" Spencer's voice broke him out of his thoughts, a look of concern on his face... Spencer... God despite being well him, (name) would be a liar if he said he didnt feel attraction to him. "Are you alright?" The Alpha asked concerned, his alpha slipping out subconsciously and (name) just sighed at him. "I'm fine" (name) said calmly, these comments weren't anything new to him and he didn't need his alpha by technicality going all bubble wrap and worry even if it wasn't actually him caring... It was nice though he wouldn't lie.

Another mission, another plane ride.

"You sure he's good?" JJ asked worried while (name) threw up in the washroom "just morning sickness, it will pass" spencer mumbled, already having water and crackers ready.

"Remember (name), you are not to leave our sides" hotch warned seriously and (name) nodded, a calm and casual look on his face and to everyones surpise went closer to Reid, gently looping his arm around the alphas.

"What? It's easier to just have you be seen as my alpha to avoid issues" (name) explaimed but Spencer didn't decide to push, the omegas scent just faint enough for Spencer to smell and his back straightened slightly because of it.

(Name) Felt eyes on him, his belly and the whispers already began "the Omega do something?" A cop asked and hotch glared at him "FBI, we are here on special business, this is my assistant" the Alpha was deeply protective of his assistant and would not tolerate any harassment of him, especially with what happened last time. (Name) Seemed unphased and frankly more calm than he should as the team went to go see the Sheriff to collect more information and begin the investigation.

The sheriff was an older alpha, mustache and rougher skin from not wearing sunscreen in the hot weather, years of work showing on each wrinkle "my, the big guns in our little town? I'm honored" his voice laced with nothing but pure sarcasm and disdain while combing through the team slowly before looking at (name) with an expression that the Omega couldn't recognize "didn't know they let 'megas in the FBI" he grumbled and (name) bit his cheek "he's my assistant" hotch said seriously "we both want those teens to be found, you want this to be over and we want to do our jobs now... Shall we get to work?"

"Fine but the omega doesn't see the evidence" the sheriff said simply and (name) mentally began counting "hes not a cop, he's a citizen and this is under my rules and besides... You know state laws with omegas 'round these parts, don't you?"

"..." Hotch looked ready to explode, (name) never seen him so furious "Reid, take (name) to his hotel" hotch hissed out, eyes not leaving the sheriff's while the rest of the team looked pissed to say the least.

(Name) Was silent, ignoring the snickers from the cops around them while they went to one of the SUVs, Reid's knuckles white while helping (name) in "I can't believe it!" The Alpha grumbled and (name) shrugged "you get used to it... The amount of jobs I was denied for being an Omega... I was shocked hotch took a chance on me" it's why he worked so hard, he always wanted his boss and the person he admired deeply to know he was capable.

That he was worthy of being there.

"You shouldn't be used to this!"

"Trust me, I wish I wasn't but I'm not an alpha who has every door open for him" like Reid, an attractive alpha who was smarter than every person in the room "hell if it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't have even been able to apply without it getting tossed"

"Whose your sister?" (Name) Was happy to distract the genius who seemed genuinely curious about (name)s life "well she's more my step sister but her names Temperance, her parents took me in when I was five... She's the closest family I have"

"Wait... Temperance as in temperance Brennan?" Reid was incredulous at this, how did he not know that his friend was related to his mate?!

Well to be fair, they weren't blood related so they wouldn't look the same...

"She contacted Boothe and he got into contact with hotch who was willing to give me an interview..."

"If... You didn't get the job, what would you have done?"

"My sister would have dragged me to be her assistant or something... I avoided it though because i know her and I would butt heads, she mind of reminds me of you" (name) mumbled and Reid didn't know if he was touched or not but took it as a compliment anyways "I just can't believe Hotch just sent you off like that though!"

"Oh he didn't, he is sending me all the information once Garcia scans it through"

Oh.

Well now Reid felt silly.

"Can we get pizza? Babies want pizza with honey"

And a bit disgusted.

[masuchu]

“𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆?” [WRIOTHESLEY]

what happens when your gaze is hopelessly bound to those seemingly innocent, but inexplicably lewd handcuffs your boyfriend constantly carries around with him? ‧₊˚

genre. smut! nothing actually happens, but the entire thing is extremely suggestive, mentions of bondage & punishment, manhandling lol

pairing. wriothesley x reader

love, masu. ah, i think this is an amazing way to get myself back into writing on this blog again! my real writing style is finally being shown haha, none of that sickly, too cute stuff. hope you enjoy!!!!! let me know if you want a part two :))

Wriothesley always spoke with such a sultry, sickening tone that left you feeling your heartbeat in places you usually do not. Perhaps the gentle rasp was what left you so at his mercy? Or maybe, the simple yet defined vocabulary he used when explaining his day, or in other, more intimate moments, what he would like to do to you.

Having said all of this, why could you care not a shred for his words this very moment? Why were absolutely none of his sentences registering in you hazed mind? Instead of paying attention like a lover should, you had your hungry eyes pinned on those alluring, metal cuffs dangling from his belt. The images they conjure, the activities they connote: it all left you salivating and shuddering in the office of the infamous Duke. (Or in terms more personal to you, your lover.)

“Like I said, the prisoners become rowdy when they get bored. I’ll need to implement— Sweetheart, are you listening?” Wriothesley’s eyes dragged across your abnormal, quivering form and he mentally concluded that something was … distracting you.

You jumped out of fear of your daydreams being exposed, but also in mild concern of the daydreams themselves and their insatiable nature. Nodding fast like a guilty toddler, you blurted,

“Oh, I have never been better! Whatever gives you the impression I am not okay?”

The man in question took a careful glance at your wide, doe eyes and stiff form. Suddenly, his head tipped back just an inch or two, and a low chuckle departed from his lips. (The action having a much more arousing effect on your nether regions than you would ever admit.)

“I said ‘are you listening’, not ‘are you okay’. Well done for exposing yourself, sweetness.”

If only he knew what else you were hiding, you thought gravely to yourself. In a naïve belief that he had unknowingly saved you from a mortifying admission, you attempted to go along with his interpretation of your abnormality.

“How silly of me! I really am not with it-!”

Your hips were suddenly locked in solid grip, hard enough to invoke deep, purple bruises along your skin, and you were yanked into a firm but comfortable chest. A chest you knew all too well.

“Also, don’t think I didn’t noticed the way you were looking at my handcuffs, pretty. Got something you wanna’ tell me?”

“You’re mistaken, I— It was simply a one time glance! Absolutely nothing to do with—!”

Your boyfriend removed one hand from your waist and weaved the remaining arm tightly around your waist entirely, keeping you firm against him. His now free hand took a delicate hold of your jaw, and whilst lifting it up his face travelled closer to yours. His hot breath fanned over your lips, and all you wanted for him to rearrange your guts then and there.

“Ah, and now you’re lying? Lying is not very becoming, especially not on you. It makes you bad, and do you know what I do to bad girls?”

His ragged yet stylish hair, his impenetrable, piercing eyes, his strong hold on your body. The physique of a God, you thought. Every aspect of him, how his eyes were intently fixes on yours, waiting for you to answer his question, to use your words— as he was always so keen on you doing. It all came together to allow you to blurt out such a meek, pitiful and uncertain whimper,

“You punish them, Your Grace?”

A devilish smirk tugged on his lips.

“Clever girl. Your little … imaginations might just be brought to life far earlier then you expected. Now strip.”

2023 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

[ifhybutilovechu]

Day 23 : anal

With Shota Aizawa

Y/N was a very well respected hero and teacher. She was very well known and everybody in the building loved her , but she had her eyes out on someone else , the sleep deprived teacher with eyes bags and messy hair always had her soaking wet.

She couldn't help herself around him , having to excuse herself to the bathroom for a quick orgasm with her mini vibrator. Everybody thought she was so innocent but little did she know the teacher and fellow coworker she was masturbating too knew her secret. Aizawa was a very good hero and teacher and that means he notices everything , the sweat on her neck , her squeezing her thighs together when talking to him and the fidgeting gave it all away.

Today Aizawa was in a very pissy mood , so much paperwork , very troubled students and no coffee. He thought his mood couldn't get any worse until you walked in , halfway buttoned up shirt showing all your cleavage just trying to get him hit and bothered , nice tight fitted pencil skirt showing off the hump god blessed you with . He groans as his dick hardens. 'Hi Shota! , hope I'm not interrupting?' you ask , and Aizawa and he wanted to scoff at your innocent act.

'Nah nothing but paperwork...can you come here? ' he asked . He peeped how your legs were shaking and how sweaty your face was , you looked shocked but walked over to him . He stares at you again more closely this time and you get goosebumps feeling his eyes on you.

'Do you wanna fuck me Y/N?' he asks and you gasp at the blunt question and you try stuttering out a sentence 'Why would ? I - you - what even made you think that?' you finally push out and he raises a brow. 'Maybe I'm getting mixed signals or your not using your vibrator while talking to me ' he asks and your eyes widen , you were caught in the act , he waves his hand telling you to come closer and you slowly inch your way towards him , when you get in his range he pulls you in by the waist causing you to fall into his lap.

He can feel the vibrations on his lap and smirks . He lifts your pencil skirt up and looks at your drenched panties 'Let me see the remote ' he asks and you fumbled and hand him your phone controlled remote . You had it on the lowest setting and he slowly cranks it to the highest earning a shocked moan . Your legs clench together but he puts them apart again he watches as your panties get more wet and starts to press firm circles on your clit . 'O-Oh my godd! You squeak out frantically slapping at his forearm.

He flips you over with the vibrator still inside and pulls down your panties watching a string of arousal connect the two . He rubs his hand from your pussy to your ass , rubbing his thumb around your rim . 'Have you ever been fucked here' he asks and you shake your head ' I have played with it though ' you say looking back at him with doe eyes .

He spits on your hole and rubs it around the time before pushing a finger in , you moan loudly and he smacks your ass to sush you . Once you're properly stretch you hear him unbuckling his belt . You feel his thick tip line up with your hole before he bullies his way inside bottoming out and you groan. This was a different feeling of full , you thought you could feel him rearranging your stomach. You groans as he brushes against your g spot.

He spreads your ass more with his hands before pounding into you keeping your vibrator in your sticky cunt at full speed too . You babble nonsense feeling so cock drunk and he suckles hickeys onto your neck 'Fuckk your so deep!' you groan putting a hand over your stomach .

'You're such a cock hungry whore , playing with yourself while thinking of a coworker and now getting used like a cum dump by him' he says before smacking your ass and you yelp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure and you feel him hitting every little spot you weren't even aware about . You pussy clenches around the vibrator as you feel yourself reaching your high you whine as he starts to play with you swollen clit before squirting out your cum. You cry out in overstimulation as the vibrator continues at high speed and his thrust in your ass doesn't slow . Tears dropped from your eyes as you hiccup and moan gripping at the desk . His thrust becomes more sloppy and he pulls out before cumming on your ass , he turns the vibrator off and you sigh in relief.

'What is it you came in here for?'

[fictionlovingnerdgirl]

Can I request Scott summers x reader where he has a very intense infatuation with the reader

The Red Means I Love You

A/N: Hello there, this is my first time doing something like this so I hope it turns out okay, I couldn't think of a name so I decided to just do song lyrics. I hope that's okay, and if anyone has any better name ideas do tell me!! Oh and I'm tiptoeing around using "Y/N" cause I'd rather die 💀

Warnings: Cursing, intense infatuation over the reader, obsessive thoughts, etc.

Word Count: N/A

Scott felt like he was going insane, he hadn't even properly met them yet but he was going crazy over them. The way their hair fell, the way they walked, the way they teased, oh God.

Jean was gonna have his head for this one, sure they broke up, but she got weird when others flirted with him. How would she react to him showing interest in someone else? At this point he barely cared, they were all in the kitchen together. Him, Jean, Logan, Storm, Hank, and you. Talking about stories from the field, near death experiences, missions gone wrong, all that fun stuff.

You were wearing a cute set of pajamas, the pants had their X logo on the side, and the shirt was a yellow that complimented your- Damn it this was gonna get him caught. He could already see Jean's eyes flicker to him and her face lacing in suspicion.

"So I was on my way back to the jet, right? And right before I got there I heard this noise, I looked behind me and- Scott do you remember this?" You look his way and it's like his whole world was shaking, and he was too if he was being honest.

"Uh- yeah, yeah I do." He says, trying to reel himself back into reality, but your eyes were dancing around his face and he felt like he couldn't breathe. But then you smile at him and he lets out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding. His hands are a bit shaky but he's crossing his arms so you don't notice. You won't notice.

"Yeah, I turn around and I go to attack and I see Scott-" they laugh, everyone in the room is listening intensely to you and Hank was leaning into the island across from you, too close. "And I swear I almost took his head off, I didn't know it was him I swear!" They laugh like an angel "Tell them Scott!" You smile, turning towards Scott and tilting your head. Scott could never ignore you, he would do anything for you.

"I believe you." he laughs and smiles back at you, he feels like someone spiked his drink but he knew it wasn't possible. You have that effect, he guesses. As the others start talking and taking their turns telling wild stories he realizes your eyes don't fall from him, you're still looking at him, taking him in.

His face heats up and he rearranges his stance under your gaze, swallowing and looking around at everyone else but his eyes fall back to you almost immediately. You're making little glances at everyone around you, but he can tell you're focused on him. And it's driving him crazy, do you know he's looking at you? Is he being weird?

"Scott, Scott are you listening?" Jean groans, making him jump a little, turning to look at her. "Yeah sorry, sorry. I just have a headache."

But Jean doesn't buy it, instead studying his face and reaching into his mind. "Whatever, Scott. Have fun with your little crush." She rolls her eyes and walks out of the room, giving an awkward feel to the air. Before he notices your eyes on him again, concerned, confused, and mesmerizing once again.

"Sorry, guys I- I don't know what that was about." he knew. "It's alright Scott, I should get going anyway, goodnight guys!" Hank nods and waves before walking away. After awhile a few others leave, obviously the mood was brought down. Damn it, you were probably next.

You watch Scott, and after a while you go to the fridge, bringing him a drink. "So, Summers." You take a drink from your drink, licking your lips after, he can't help but watch everything you do. "Wanna explain that?" Oh. No. He can't explain that, if he did she would be calling him a stalker or something.

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about." Good one Scott, just play stupid. But then you do that thing, the small tilt of your head to signal your confusion. Pretty pretty pretty.

"Whatever you say, Summers. See you tomorrow." You sigh and look him up and down before turning to leave. And he just watches you through his red tinted glasses. Anything else would just end.. Badly for him.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Let Your Love Flow*

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Summary: Valentine's Day with your husband, aka bestie, aka the love of your life.

Warnings: Fluff, little smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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February 14, 2024

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked around trying to figure out why I had woken up.

After darting around the room, my eyes landed on Joe setting up for Valentine’s Day. We had a little part of our room that had a table in front of a couch.

We’d spent countless breakfasts on the couch watching TV, and this felt like the start of one of those.

I had to hold back a giggle when Joe rearranged a gift bag, card, and what seemed like a tray of food before stepping back to look at it. With his hands on his hips, Joe assessed the display before deeming it not good before moving the card around.

He did that a few times with different items before snapping a picture of the display with his phone.

When he turned around, I snapped my eyes back shut, trying to pretend I was still asleep.

I could hear the floorboards creak and the bed dip before a soft kiss was placed on my forehead.

“Mama…” - Joe whispered

He softly shook my shoulder to wake me up, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was his smiling face and gorgeous blue eyes.

“Morning.” - Joe grinned

“Morning.” - you

I rolled over and burrowed into Joe’s bare chest, enjoying the warmth that he emitted.

“I have a very important question to ask you, baby.” - Joe

“What's that?” - you mumbled

Joe took a jokingly long deep breath before asking his question.

“Will you be my Valentine?” - Joe

I pulled away from his chest with a smile on my face, biting back the urge to laugh.

“No.” - you

“What?!” - Joe

“I'm kidding… of course, I'll be your Valentine, Joey.” - you

Joe leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet but thorough kiss.

“Cool.” - Joe smiled

A few seconds of comfortable silence went by before I blurted something out.

“Are you still wearing your jammies?” - you

I yanked the covers off of Joe to see that he was still wearing his V-DAY-themed pajama pants.

“Yes, I'm still wearing them.” - Joe laughed

“Good boy.” - you smiled

I put the covers back over Joe before cuddling closer to him.

“Wanna see what I got you?” - Joe

“Sure.” - you

Joe rolled out of bed before bringing everything over one by one. He started by putting the bouquet he got me, that was already in my favorite vase, on my nightstand. Then he put my gift next to it and handed me my card.

“Saved the best for last…” - Joe

He walked over with a large tray with three plates and two cups.

They were heart-shaped breakfast bagel sandwiches, a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries, and two strawberry smoothies.

“Stop… you're too perfect.” - you

“Perfect for you.” - Joe

“Stop…” - you

I put a hand on his chest, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

“Aye, don't cry.” - Joe

“I love you so much it hurts.” - you sniffled

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned

——

During breakfast Joe and I completed our Valentine's Day tradition of watching The Notebook.

“You know, I love you like Noah loves Allie.” - Joe

“I'm already basically sobbing, are you trying to make me cry more?!” - you

——

After breakfast, Joe and I took a little shower together. I'd noticed that he'd been acting a little weird and keeping his back to me.

“Joe?” - you

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Why are you facing the wall?” - you

He didn't say anything, so I grabbed his arms and moved him to face me. My eyes almost immediately landed on his impressive erection. Now I understand why he was hiding.

“Just… ignore it.” - Joe

Joe was looking down at his feet with his cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed that he'd gotten hard. We'd agreed to not do PIV sex while I was pregnant, but that doesn't mean I can't get him off, right?

Reaching out and wrapping my hand around his cock, Joe’s head shot up, and his eyes went wide.

“Oh god.” - Joe

He immediately shifted his body till he was leaning against the shower wall, suddenly feeling unable to control his balance from the pleasure coursing through his body.

Joe’s hips bucked into my pumps as I jerked him off in every way I knew he loved.

“Mama.” - Joe moaned

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Later in the day, we had a heart-shaped pizza, which confused the hell out of Tyson.

“How- how is it a hwart?” - Tyson

“They shape the dough before it's cooked.” - Joe

“But it's a circle!” - Tyson

“I give up.” - Joe sighed

Laughing at their interaction as I put pizza on everyone's plates, soon I felt two strong arms snake around my waist.

“You look gorgeous.” - Joe

“You look pretty handsome yourself.” - you

I leaned back against him and craned my neck to place kisses down Joe’s jawline.

“When we take pics for your parents and mine after dinner, you have to let me wear your red Cartier glasses.” - you

“You know you don't gotta ask, just take ‘em. They look better on you than me anyway. The color of your jumpsuit will match them perfectly.” - Joe

“Thanks.” - you

I hummed contently as Joe ran his big hands over my bump.

The moment didn’t last too long as it was interrupted by the sound of liquid hitting a hard surface.

“Uh oh.” - Tyson

I opened my eyes to see Tyson with fruit punch all down his white sweater and on the floor. Miles was jaw-dropped and wide-eyed, making both Joe and I laugh.

“Imagine how boring our lives would be without them.” - you

“Wouldn't trade the hecticness for the world, and thank god we don't have carpet.” - Joe

We both laughed, and Joe laid his head on mine, my hands covering his that were on my bump.

“You're the best Valentine ever.” - you

“You are too, baby. I'm happy to say you're the only person I've experienced Valentine’s Day with.” - Joe

“Me too.” - you

Soon, Joe would leave your embrace to grab Tyson and carry him like a rocket into the kitchen.

Joe took the red-stained sweater off of Tyson before wiping him down, tickling his belly in the process.

There's nothing I loved more than watching that man become a father.

“Momma!” - Miles

I walked over to him as he patiently sat at the dinner table. Without saying anything, Miles pointed at the pizza and looked back at me.

“What do we say when we want something, Miles?” - you

“Pweaseeee.” - Miles

“Yes!” - you grinned

I didn't know, but Joe was standing just a few feet away from me in the kitchen, just smiling and admiring me in my element of being a mom, just like I had done a few minutes ago when he was wiping Tyson off.

After I got a piece of pizza on Miles’s plate, Joe walked over, holding Tyson, and sat him down on his booster seat.

We had our Valentine’s dinner as a family and made heart-shaped cookies with the boys afterward.

At one point, Tyson stuck his hand into the flower when I wasn't looking and rubbed it on Joe’s cheek.

“Oh, you are in for it!” - Joe

Joe grabbed Tyson off the counter and sat him down on the floor to give him a head start.

I laughed as Joe “chased” Tyson around the living room.

“Crazy.” - Miles shook his head

Looking at him with a playful look on my face, Miles stirred the dry ingredients, seemingly unfazed.

He's literally an old man trapped in a two-year-old body.

All of the running around tuckered both Tyson and Joe out. I was absentmindedly shapping the cookies with Miles when I heard familiar snores coming from the living room.

I peaked my head in to see Joe sprawled out on the couch asleep, Tyson’s chubby cheeks buried in his dad’s chest as he slept on top of him.

Jogging to the kitchen to grab my phone, I went back into the living room to snap a quick picture of the moment.

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After the boys were asleep upstairs, and Joe woke up from his nap, we munched on some of the remaining cookies.

Joe abruptly stood up from the couch and put a hand out to help me up.

“What?” - you

“We gotta clean the kitchen up.” - Joe

“Noooo.” - you whined

Eventually, Joe grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the couch.

He connected his phone to his speaker and pulled up my playlist when I wasn't looking.

I was wetting a dishcloth to clean the counter off when the beginning of “Let Your Love Flow” by The Bellamy Brothers started playing.

Looking at Joe with a grin, he strode up to me and took the dishcloth out of my hand before pulling me into his arms to dance.

Giggles escaped my lips as he spun me around and dipped me, the moonlight seeping through the blinds and lighting up the kitchen.

What really stuck with me from tonight was dancing to a lyric that fit this scene perfectly.

“Through the moonlit nights with your lover.”

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Authors note: hey y'all. HAPPY VDAYYYYYY.

[moonrisecoeur]

i have been. debating sending this bc i know i am cringe. op i am so sorry feel free to ignore and delete bc this is just actual pure filth lmfaooo

op i literally think about pegging leon 24/7 its a full time JOB inside my brain i need to peg that man so fucking Bad its not even funny. i know hes so fucking Noisy. i wanna make him beg for my strap, i wanna fucking edge him until hes begging and crying to be fucking ruined. i wanna pretty him up, put eyeliner on him so i can make it run down his face from fucking him so hard. i wanna mark up his neck and pull his hair while i pulverize him. i wanna tell him hes taking it so well and how hes such a good boy, how pretty he looks bent over for me while i fuck his cute ass. i want him to hug me while i praise him bc hes so overwhelmed. tell him how hot it is hearing him moan and whine, encourage him to make as much noise as he wants, itd be cute to watch him try to not pillow bite because hes trying sooo hard to do what you want like a good boy. i want him to be borderline Incomprehensible, voice shaking and cracking as he tells me how much he loves me, how much he loves the way i make him feel. i wanna make him cum untouched. i wanna overstimulate him. i wanna grope his fat tits and milk his dick. i wanna make him watch himself getting fucked. put him in a collar, lingerie, fuck anything-hed be gorgeous no matter what he wears. shower him in kisses and affection and make him feel the most loved he has in his entire LIFE while short circuiting his brain n marking him with bites and bruises for everyone to see.

re2 leon is my fave man he has my heart and god id love to just take care of him. after a long shift i wanna slam him against the door and fuck him while hes still in uniform. make him feel so good. such a whiny cutie. cuff him up and bite his freckles while i fuck him late into the night, clean him up and cuddle him after, make him breakfast in the morning n give him kisses.

re4/re6/older leon is a subby bitch too. just as god damn fine and id do oh so horrific things to him. hed love it so much, not having to think, make decisions, take charge. just let me whatever i want to him. hed get off so hard being under you and told how fucking good, pretty, perfect he is. he needs your approval so fucking bad-its all that poor man wants, god he needs it so BAD. he needs to feel safe and loved and wanted, like this is Critical. id make SURE i fuck him so good he cant even think about his insecurities or problems. and dear fucking lord do not get me started on that slutty waist and button down of his in re6. he's keeping the gloves on while i press his hands into the mattress and bite his arms.

its so fucking funny bc i hc leon as a switch BUT GODDDDD SUBBY LEON MAKES ME FUCKING FOAM AT THE MOUTH LIKE A RABID, FERAL ANIMAL

its not a want it is a NEED

I NEED THIS MAN UNDER ME I NEED TO REARRANGE HIS GUTS !!!!!!!!!!!!

guhhh last anon again but now i really cant stop thinkin about sub leon. legit i have so much more to say i just love him so much. theres so much. More. i wanna say but lord. im trying so hard to be normal man 😭😭

first off. hi. hope u had a yummy thanksgiving if u celebrate it and if not i also hope ur having a good day !!

ALSO WTF WHY WOULD I DELETE THIS i literally woke up this morning and checked my tumblr notifs as one does and i literally see this behemoth of an ask and im reading through and im literally screaming bc why is this my internal monologue. like. did u get inside my head or something??? did u steal this from my brain bc i literally think about this approximately 1000 times a day.

i’ll literally be at work and my thoughts be like ughhh i wanna hurt him and make him cry but also want to love him and take care of him but also want to fuck him so so slow and deep i can feel it moving around if i put on hand on his abdomen and then i just spiral and then i remember im making a fuckin caramel macchiato or something >.<

so!! in spirit of our delusion i’m planning to write smthin for u based off of this vibe!! just give me a lil bit 👉👈

BUT TELL ME EVERYTHING TELL ME ALL UR THOUGHTS I WANT TO HEAR THEM ALL I WANT TO KNOWWWW ‘i have so much more to say’ okay prove it. tell me everything

[hangon-silvergirl]

“My life with you isn’t about what we didn’t do yesterday, but what we’re doing today and what we’ll get to do tomorrow.”

:sprinkling you with inspirational pixie dust:

Thank you so much, my dear! ❤️ This is... more than five additional sentences, and I rearranged your sentence a wee bit, but...!

Chrissy looks both startled and pleased, so Eddie's calling it a win, and even if, yeah, the literal dumbest question in the world just came out of his mouth. He's been thinking about it for weeks, trying to talk himself off the ledge of asking Chrissy to marry him, because she's eighteen and he's twenty; instead he just unromantically and stupidly blurted it out right here in the middle of the faculty parking lot. He and Chrissy are both still in their green graduation robes, and they're due at the Wheelers in like half an hour, for a barbeque. "Eddie," she says, and so sweetly, her eyes wide but gentle (and Eddie thinks maybe misty). "How. I. Oh, gosh! We— We haven't even gone on a real date yet..." It's not an incredulous NO off the hop, so Eddie hedges his bets.

"My life with you right now isn't about what we didn't do yesterday." He shrugs, then pulls deep from the cigarette between his fingers to try and steady his nerves. Eddie tips his head upward and exhales plumes of smoke that curl around his head, desperately hoping that he looks at least a little bit cool as he does so, and that Chrissy can't see how much his hands are trembling, or hear how fast his heart is racing. "Besides, fighting demobats in hell has got to be equal to a few years worth of dates, right?" (Chrissy giggles, and Jesus fuck does he love that sound.) "But uh, I just... I kinda wanna focus on what we're doing today, you know? And— And what we'll get to do tomorrow. I dunno, Cunningham. You're it, for me. So. What's the point in waiting?" Chrissy goes a little slack-jawed and starry-eyed as she listens to him, and tears start tracking streaks through the rosy make-up on her cheekbones. The way she's looking at him makes Eddie feel like he's reciting poetry instead of rambling nonsense at her in an attempt to rationalize his insane proposition. "Okay," she breathes. Eddie hopes to God he hasn't misheard her. "Okay?" he confirms, voice cracking. Chrissy launches herself at him in response, throwing her arms around his neck, burying a squeaky chorus of undoubtedly happy little yes!es into his collarbone. Eddie's smoke hits the asphalt as his gathers her up enthusiastically, pulling her tight to his body and laughing, a massive grin spreading across his face. Chrissy Cunningham is going to marry him. '86 really is his year.

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[joyceyayo]

“Whatever you do I’ll be here”

Jim Halpert/John Krasinski short story by Joyceyayo

A/n I wrote this story in like 2020 so it’s kinda bad lol

𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 :

I want to see that smile glued to her face forever. Sitting in my car, Drinking milkshakes, and her earrings dangling from her ears. I grab the far side of her neck from me and pull her cheek onto my lips. She laughs and goes in for a hug. I feel like I'm going to be happy forever. Like I'm in heaven. And heaven lasts forever

𝑝𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 :

I start to disassociate due to his uneven grinds onto me as he kisses me on top of his bed. My legs are spread and wrapped around his torso. I struggle to kiss back, so I look up, and he starts to kiss my neck.

      "Fuck me," I whisper, and he smiles into my neck. He sits up a bit and starts to undo his tie. I look up at him with a smile as I rub his bare chest. I undo his belt and bite my lip doing so. He stops me and redirects my hands to my shirt. I start to unbutton my blouse while looking up at him. He gets started on my pants when I do. He looks at my bra and underwear in awe, amazed at their presence. He rubs my clit through my panties before slowly pulling them down.

"Please," I beg while pulling at his forearms, stopping him from going down on me. He gives me a somewhat confused look. "I just want you so bad," I confess, and he looks around the room for a second

"If you don't want to, it's fine... but like, could you?..." he is hesitant but looks down at himself. I give a smile, and he grabs my hand. I can feel myself getting even wetter. I get up and get down. I hold the back of his thighs and pull down his boxers. I immediately place him in my mouth and get to work. I would be lying if I said I don't enjoy doing this. I mean, sure, the act sounds weird, but I like it.

"God damn it, pam," he breathed, and I started to hum. He slides his hands through the hair on the back of my head. I start going even slower to edge him. He squeezes his eyes shut and stops himself. He pulls me up and wipes my mouth. He puts his hand in the same place and aggressively pulls me in for a kiss.

      "Good girl," he whispers into the kiss. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

      "Yes," I reply, and he smiles, unhooking my bra. He throws me on the bed, and I giggle. He kisses me yet again and adjusts himself to fill me. The second I feel him hit my nerves, I gasp and screw my eyes shut.

"Oh my god," I whisper into his ear. He has leaned down, and we're in the same position we were in at the start. I start to scratch his back when he speeds up, and he gives me a long kiss. I moan into his mouth. He separates and admires me.

      "Look at me," he commands, and I make painful eye contact with him. He loves seeing my submissive face when he fucks me. Looking into his eyes, I see the same man from 3 years ago when I started working at dunder Mifflin. Him joking around with me. My best friend. Now I'm on his bed getting relentlessly pounded in by that same man. I purse my lips, and my eyebrows curve. He cups my face and rubs my cheek.

      "Let me hear those pretty moans," he proposes; I open my mouth and let out little whimpers every time our skin meets.

       "Jim," my bottom half begins to shake, "f- fuck you," I let out mindlessly as I meet my high. He keeps thrusting, and my eyes tear up. My hands meet his hair, pulling it and pulling his head into me. He smiles and leaves large purple hickeys all down my color bone. Everything feels so surreal. As I'm close to cooling down, he cums' deep inside me. My eyes roll back, and the debilitating sensation. He sits up and rearranges some hairs on my forehead.

      His arms pick me up, and we take a hot shower filled with his comforting hugs, kisses, and me leaning on his chest for support.

𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 :

I feel like I'm in heaven. Her head is in my lap, my hand running through her hair, and most of all, the feeling of completion. But it's not heaven. Because heaven doesn't end like this always does. Her phone rings, and she shoots up, making my lap cold. I want my mouth to form the words, "baby comes back" I want her to stay in my arms forever. But the words she speaks on the phone break me.

"Hey Roy, yeah, I just had to work late." She frantically searches the room for her stuff. "I'm actually about to be headed home now" she closed the phone and looked at me. I give her a faint smile, wanting to wrap my arms around her and squeeze so hard she can't breathe.

"Bye," she speaks, and I wave, her footsteps near the door when I interrupt the act

"Pam," I want to tell her I can't do this anymore. I want to say to her I want to. I need to tell her I need more. But I can't form the words. Instead, I speak. "You forgot your scrunchie" I was going to keep it to think of her. Maybe put it on my nightstand. Or perhaps smell it because it smells like the conditioner she always uses. But now I'm using it to avoid my feelings.

𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 :

      Three soft knocks land on my door while I'm watching TV. I know them from anywhere. I open and door and give her my smile. I looked around to see if anyone was surrounding her. No, just her soaked from the rain with a backpack and eyes filled with tears.

      "Woah Woah Woah, baby, what's wrong?" I let her in quickly and heard the clicking of her undoing her raincoat. She's hyperventilating, and she drops to the ground, looking through her backpack. I grab the sage green rubber jacket and hang it on the hook in my entryway. Her shaking hands show a positive pregnancy test. My eyebrows furrow and I try to stay calm; this is probably much more stressful for her than it is for me. Other than the fact I knocked up a girl that's about to get married. I look back up at her.

      "What do I do? I mean, I don't know if I'm going to keep it, but I do know that I need to get out of that relationship. So..." her mouth hangs open, and I hug her.

"Whatever you do, I'll be here."

[secretivemessenger]

I can't stop thinking about the dilf bottom reader concept with Kuroo (I admit I go wild for him), like Kuroo is 23 and the reader is 38. Kuroo might say something like “does daddy dearest love this fat cock stuffing you full?" I can't stop thinking about the scenario. I would like you to write this, you can add your own plot

Daddy’s Man

Top kuroo x dilf male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Age gap! Single parent reader! Power bottom reader! Daddy kink! Rough sex

Note: i gave this my own twist

Minors and female aligned DNI

College man kuroo would be attracted to you at first sight , seeing you pick up your two seven year old children from the elementary school nearby college

Your shirt that looks rather tight because of the muscles pressing on it , you had many amazing features but the one that stands out more than anything is your personality , the way you would act with your children , you tough yet sweet face

All of this awoken something in kuroo something he never knew he had , he wanted to talk to you so bad but he never did , he couldn’t , and so all he could ever do is fantasise about all the things he could do to you

Kuroo was walking aimlessly on the park too lost in his thoughts , you fill every bit of his brain all he could ever think about is you

How you would look like on top of him , under him , how would your expression be when he fills you up to the brim with his seed , how would you be like when he’s fucking you against the door while your children on the other side questioning the noises

He would absolutely love to be tied up and blindfolded to a chair have you overstimulate his cock , teasing him none stop , making him beg to have his cock inside you

“your gonna make daddy feel good won’t you” you would say when you finally got his cock all the way inside , you would ride him at such a fast phase going up and down screaming his name , tightly gripping at his hair pulling it back , you attacked his neck with your harsh kisses sucking on his Adam apple leaving red and purple marks

Kuroo thrusted up at the same pace as you moves , making you see stars ramming that one spot inside of you making you cum all over your stomach , he somehow managed to get his hands out of the tie thats around his hands

Kuroo took a hold of your waist , you didn’t have time to question anything before kuroo started raising your body up and down his cock , completely ramming your insides , his cock rearranging your insides you can even see it bulging on you stomach showing how deep he’s inside you

“Oh god yes” You cried out for his when he pressed his fingers against the bulge you clenched your hole tightly your body shaking as kuroo stood up and moved to the wall , he took a hold of your thighs and pulled them up around his waist

His hand rough around then already leaving red marks , his hard thrusts determined to milk you from every drip of cum you have “how does daddy feel having his insides ravaged by little old me” he said “i love it your doing a great job continue please” you moaned out for him

And he obeyed thrusting up violently , you held into his shoulders digging your nails into his back , tears of pleasure spills it’s like your on cloud nine

“Kuroo fuck i… i want my ball back” hearing this with his real ears he was drawn back to reality , infront of him stood a kid , and when he looked down he noticed the ball near his feed

“Hear ya go kid” kuroo said as he kicked the ball back to the child “what do we say when someone help us” a sound came from the background , He turned and there you are standing with another child “thank you” the child said before running back to you

You turned to leave but kuroo stoped you “wanna have dinner sometime”

[gottalovesuki1]

What hawks says while fucking you.

+ Bonus points if you make a drabble where reader grabs onto his wings gently when being fucked by him!(you don't have to do this part)

-Shuu

What Hawks Says While Fucking You (P.2)

warnings: smut, pet names, him praising you, teasing, all that good stuff. enjoy!

“Why you nervous sweets? Don’t worry I gotcha.” You where currently riding Keigo his flushed face mixed with all the desire in lust for you made you blush even more.

“Did you know that I’ve been dubbed a bit to fast for my good birdie?” You nodded all dazed out. “You do? Good so allow me to rearrange your guts.”

“Hey, hey don’t fall on me now baby bird.” He had to readjust his a so his grip on you was a bit more tighter so you grabbed his wings. “Fuck!” You riding him plus the feeling of you squeezing adding on to you grabbing his wings just made him explode. “Sweet baby-!”

“You look so sexy riding me birdie I could just eat your pretty little pussy up.”

“You don’t wanna let go.” A pause before you nodded “Good me neither.”

“You feel so nice.”

“That’s my biride, good keep sucking.” You where on your knees and he was grabbing your hair making you go more rougher than intended but you didn’t care.

“Your driving me crazy birdie oh shit-!”

“I want to fuck you like this every single day.”

“Cmon song bird I wanna hear your pretty little voice scream my name.”

“Your so naughty baby bird.” He was fingering your lip watching you with desperation in your eyes to fuck me.

“No, no, no baby bird see you don’t understand I don’t want this to be just a memory. I want to engrave this in your mind so every time you think of me you get reminded that your getting fucked by the number two hero hawks ‘kay?”

“You feel satisfied? Good birdie I want you to feel like this on a daily basis.” At his devilish smirk you blushed realizing what he meant.

“I’m gonna stuff you up like a turkey.” At your shocked look he laughed right before landing a heady assault against your cunt. Cum leaked out soaking into the bed sheets “See what I mean.”

“Your so gorgeous layed out f’me.”

“Love bird is it me do you get more prettier every time I fuck you huh?” He questioned with that shit eating grin and lustful eyes oh god he think he might be in love with you.

“Harder, rougher, slower anything you want baby bird I can give it to ya.”

“I wanna savor you for every last bit birdie but your just so good.”

“You look so tired gorgeous I’m so far from being done tho.” He questioned right before he continues fucking the absolute shit out of you.

Authors Note: let’s just say you won’t be walking for a while. Also as you can see I added some context to some of the things he says I decided to switch it up. P.2 means part 2 meaning I did do a another one before this but I just did another one since you requested it. I did the wing part extra points for me :)

Hope you enjoyed!

[becca-e-barnes]

I really love your writing. If you are still taking requests- could you please do one where bucky and the reader both have sons and meet through their playdate and they start dating and their sons are really good friends? this would absolutely make my day! Have a good one!!

YES YES YES, this was so wholesome I loooove this idea so much, dad!bucky is just adorable 😭 Your kids would absolutely be rooting for you to get together from the get go.

Just gonna use all the baby names my bf and I have decided on for fanfics lmao sorry not sorry

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: Probably 3K+

Summary: Your son Ollie has a new kid in his class so you invite him and his dad over for dinner!

Warnings: Fluff, divorce mention, tiny injury mention mostly just cuteness though! No toxic masculinity, we ain’t doing that shit here!!

“Mommy, mommy! I made a new friend today!” Your son’s excitement was contagious as he ran out of the school gates, his oversized backpack making him look even smaller than he really was. His eyes were bright with joy and you prayed they’d stay that way forever.

“That’s great news kiddo! Where are they?” You smiled brightly, scooping him up and resting him on your hip, groaning dramatically at his weight, making him giggle. You were so thankful that even at seven years old, he didn’t think he was too cool for hugs from his mom yet. Your kid definitely wasn’t the reserved type. He talked to everyone in his class and he just seemed to make friends wherever he went. He was a little boy to be proud of, always trying to include everyone at playtime and he would share his snacks with the world if he could.

His little head whipped around, his eyes scanning the playground for the new kid in class.

“That’s him!” He squealed, pointing to a little boy being collected by a man you assumed was his dad. You didn’t recognise either of them which was unusual in your village. Everyone knew everyone here.

“He seems like a nice boy. Do you wanna invite him over? He can stay for dinner if you like?” You suggested, knowing what your son’s answer would be before you even asked. His head nodded like his neck was loose, making you laugh, setting him down again before crossing the short distance over to the young boy. Being the mom with the outgoing kid often meant you were expected to be outgoing yourself.

You could hear their little conversation as you headed over.

“Well, did you have a good day champ?” The dad asked and the little boy nodded. “You make any friends?” The boy nodded again slowly.

“Yeah, I made a friend.” He replied softly. It wasn’t hard to see the kid was shy but it also wasn’t hard to see how the dad’s heart sank hearing his son had only made one friend.

“Hey, nice to meet you! You guys must be new around here?” You smiled, reaching out your hand to shake the dark haired man’s. He took it gratefully, giving it a squeeze before letting it drop.

“Yes, we’re new! We just moved in up the road, I’m Bucky and this is Thomas.” He grinned, ruffling his son’s hair.

“Oh no way! Ollie and I actually live up that way too, you guys didn’t buy the Stevenson’s old house did you?” You quizzed, knowing that the house in your development had been sold recently.

“We did actually! It’s now the Barnes’ residence.” Bucky smiled, clapping his hand on his son’s shoulder proudly. God he was charming, his smile so happy and effortless but you couldn’t help but notice your son tugging on your sleeve.

“Mom, can Thomas and I play now?” He whined dramatically, Bucky’s heart swelling at the smile on Thomas’ face at the thought of having a friend to play with.

“Yeah, I was gonna ask you, Ollie was wondering if Thomas would like to come over for dinner? Just to give them a chance to play and I’m sure Ollie can introduce Thomas to some of the other kids in the neighbourhood, they’re all really nice. But if you would rather take the time to get settled into your new home I completely understand, we can rearrange.” You offered, having to get to the point much sooner than you would’ve liked because of your son’s impatience. Thomas’ eyes were wide with excitement, almost buzzing with joy.

“Can I go dad, pleeeeeaaaasssseeee?” He pleaded, giving Bucky the cutest pout you’d ever seen.

“I don’t know kid, you have school in the morning and it’s not fair to make this nice lady go out of her way to make you dinner.” You weren’t sure how Bucky could even consider saying no to such a cute little face.

“You’re more than welcome too Mr Barnes, and if you have a partner, bring them along too, it’s not a bother.” You smiled warmly, Thomas almost beaming, seeing you negotiate on his behalf.

“You know what, that sounds nice. It’s uh, just me though, I’m single at the moment.” He added quietly.

“So is my mom!” Ollie grinned happily, making you laugh. It didn’t take much to see the cogs turning in his and Thomas’ heads, clearly trying to pull some devious plan together. Well, as devious as it gets for two seven year olds.

“Well that’s perfect then! Give me half an hour to tidy up around the house and then come on over, we’re in number 27.” You couldn’t help but feel quite excited at the thought of having some adult company for a change. Sure, you had your friends and the ladies in your book club but it had been ages since you actually had a man over for dinner, even if it was in the most innocent context.

“Please don’t go to any trouble for us doll, honestly.” Bucky insisted, clapping a gloved hand on his son’s shoulder. You couldn’t say you had noticed the glove until now, especially since you had shook his right hand but you didn’t question it.

“It’s no trouble, we’ll see you soon!” You smiled, you and Ollie heading towards the car.

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Ollie ran up the stairs to get changed as soon as you got home, leaving you to tidy up the living room, dropping his toys into the basket, straightening the cushions on the sofa, plugging his iPad in to charge and running around with the hoover quickly to get all the little crumbs. You just had enough time to lay out a tray of cookies before the doorbell rang, Ollie dashing back downstairs so quickly you were surprised he didn’t give himself a nosebleed. Opening the door you saw Thomas and Bucky, Bucky holding a lovely bunch of flowers.

“Hey! These are for you, just a little thank you for having us.” Bucky smiled sheepishly, reaching them out to you. You could smell the big pink lilies straight away, smiling to yourself that he had guessed your favourite flowers somehow.

“Oh my goodness, you had no need to do that, thank you Bucky. Gosh, you told me not to go to any trouble and here you are, turning up with flowers.” You teased, inviting them in so you could find a vase.

“There are some cookies and juice in the kitchen, you boys can help yourselves. Can I get you anything Bucky? A coffee or lemonade or some juice?” You asked, filling a vase with water and arranging the flowers inside, deciding you could just sort them out later.

“A coffee would be great if you don’t mind.” Bucky smiled, making himself comfortable on your sofa, taking in all the photos scattered around the room. Most were of you and Ollie through the years, but there were a few of Ollie on his own too, all smiling and happy. He couldn’t help the warmth that spread through his chest at such adorable family photos, seeing how you and Ollie had grown together and still remained so close.

The boys seemed to have taken the opportunity to dart outside, playing soccer together on the grass. Their contented little laughs filled the afternoon air as they clumsily tried to tackle the ball from each other. You handed Bucky his mug of coffee, settling in beside him on the sofa to watch your sons play through the sliding glass door that separated your living room from your garden.

“I haven’t seen Thomas this happy in… Well, ever.” Bucky admitted quietly, taking a sip from the mug.

“He’s always been so shy. We, uh, moved around a lot these past few years so I guess he didn’t really get a chance to get settled in any of the schools he’s been to before.” It almost seemed like he felt guilty, like he was responsible in some way for his son’s reserved nature.

“He’s a good kid Bucky. Give him time, he’ll come out of his shell. Ollie will make sure of that.” You laughed quietly, knowing your son’s outgoing personality would probably force Thomas to adapt very quickly.

“You know, I think Ollie is exactly what Thomas needs. Thomas is just so shy, especially around kids his own age. I’m really surprised at how well he’s taken to Ollie.” Bucky actually seemed relieved that his son had made a new friend in Ollie so quickly but his worry made sense. Moving house alone is stressful enough but with the added pressure of uprooting your child in the process, especially a child as reserved as Thomas, you realised Bucky must have lost sleep over this for weeks.

“He’ll fit right in here, I promise, all the kids are so lovely. By the end of the week you won’t even be able to remember all his new friends’ names.” You promised, Bucky huffing out a little laugh, hoping that you were right before a wail from the garden distracted you both. Instinctively, you both shot up, running outside to see what all the fuss was about. You made it out first, Bucky following close behind you to find Thomas on the ground, nursing a skinned knee, tears streaming down his little cheeks, probably more from shock than anything else.

“Oh Tommy, what did you do?” Bucky asked softly, cradling his son’s face in his huge, ungloved hand.

“Dad, I fell!” Thomas sobbed with a little whimper as he looked down at the angry red patch on his knee, pricked by little specks of blood and caked in dirt

“It’s okay buddy, c’mere, let’s get you cleaned up.” Bucky soothed softly, scooping his little boy up effortlessly, carrying him inside.

“Here, pop him up on the counter, I’ll get the first aid kit.” Bucky did as you asked while you retrieved the little kit from the top shelf of one of your kitchen cabinets that was dedicated to miscellaneous junk, Ollie following quickly on your heels, concerned for his new friend.

You set the kit on the counter, pulling out an antiseptic wipe and a plaster large enough to cover the graze while Bucky pulled the glove off to wash his hands in the sink, getting ready to save the day. You noticed his hand was a metal prosthetic but didn’t say anything, just taking a second to admire how fluid each of the joints were.

“No dad! Want Ollie’s mom to do it!” His request startled both of you but after Bucky nodded, giving you permission, you stepped forward, washing your hands before starting to tend to the cut.

“This is gonna sting a little honey, okay? You gonna be brave for me?” You asked quietly, Thomas’ tears subsiding already, soothed by your calm voice. The way he gritted his teeth and nodded made you smile a little, doing his very best to be brave.

You could tell the wipe stung as you dragged it gently over the broken skin, little cries escaping Thomas’ lips but he was mostly silent as you worked.

“You’re doing so well, you know that?” You offered with a little smile, noticing how the edges of his own lips turned up too, despite the pain.

“Just gonna give you a plaster, okay?” You asked, dropping the wipe into the bin and unwrapping the plaster carefully before pressing it to his knee.

“There, all better?” Thomas’ little nod was timid but agreeable, reaching his little arms out so you could help him down from the counter.

Bucky’s heart was melting, crumbling in his chest watching how gentle and considerate you were with his son, treating him completely as your own. He didn’t want to admit it, you were his only friend here after all, it wouldn’t be wise to try to pursue anything romantic with you yet but his fatherly instincts were telling him you were nothing short of perfect.

He couldn’t help how his mind wondered to images of your families blended together, stealing kisses from you on hot nights while your boys kept each other company, thoughts of birthday parties and family holidays, thoughts of your house filled with more children the two of you had together. God, he was getting so ahead of himself but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this about someone so quickly, relationships were so much harder as a single father but knowing you would understand his situation was even more comforting. You were just so effortlessly beautiful that he found it so hard to tear his eyes away from you. But you couldn’t possibly feel the same way about him, he needed to get the idea out of his head. You were just being a good neighbour.

You had hunkered down to Thomas’ level, giving his hair a little ruffle before he attacked you with a hug, almost knocking you backwards onto the tiled floor.

“Thank you Miss.” His voice was small but at least he seemed to be in better form now, his little face buried in your shoulder.

“Oh honey, don’t be silly. You’re so welcome. You feel all better now?” You laughed softly and he gave a big nod.

“You wanna go play again Thomas? I can show you my PlayStation instead.” Ollie offered brightly, glad to see his friend had recovered. Thomas practically shot out of your arms, the pair of them racing down the hall to the games room, Thomas’ bad knee clearly forgotten about.

“Thanks for cleaning him up. He’s really taken a shine to you.” Bucky smiled, helping you tidy up while you washed your hands again.

“It’s nothing, don’t even worry about it. Sometimes they just need a pair of gentler hands.” You smiled softly, nodding a little to his prosthetic.

“You… You don’t mind my hand?” He quizzed, a little taken aback. He had always kept it hidden in the fear that it would cause problems or scare away neighbours or give the kids at school a reason to bully Thomas. He didn’t want to be singled out as different any more than was necessary.

“No? Why would I mind your hand? It’s really impressive actually, I’ve never seen a prosthetic so cool.” The little smile you offered Bucky as you spoke had him falling head over heels. You didn’t care. This was his biggest physical insecurity and you thought it was cool. He had done his best to keep it covered since making the move to suburban life but he never thought he could possibly embrace it. So with that, his jacket came off, his whole arm now on display given he was wearing a t-shirt.

“Oh wow, Ollie is gonna love it, he’ll be absolutely obsessed! You mind if I touch it?” You asked quietly, taking in the beautiful dark metal, lined with gold along the ridges. As if this dark, handsome stranger couldn’t get any more attractive, now here he was with an awesome prosthetic.

“Knock yourself out doll.” Bucky chuckled at your unexpected request but loved how your fingertips ghosted so gently over the metal, how reverently you examined the arm, half out of curiosity, half in awe. He was so used to feeling like a lab specimen or like an exhibit in a museum but right now he felt cared for. Like your interest was borne from a place of innocent wonder rather than malice.

“I’m sorry, that was probably really weird.” You laughed sheepishly after a moment, noticing how close you had got in the kitchen.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’ll tell you the story about it some day if you’d like.” He offered quietly, his eyes trained on your lips, willing himself not to lean down and take them in his own.

“You’re really single?” You breathed out, almost from nowhere, his intense stare at your lips emboldening you, knowing he was thinking exactly the same as you.

“Yeah sweetheart, free as a bird.” Bucky’s own plump lips were pulled into a little smile as you leaned over tentatively, giving him a little peck. That quick peck wasn’t nearly enough for both of you since now you had started, you just needed more. Glancing up at Bucky, you knew he was thinking the same.

“Fuck it.” He growled, losing every semblance of self control that he ever had and giving you a real kiss. His tongue sliding over yours, both your eyes closed, metal hand holding your neck. God, he made your knees weak with that one kiss, pouring all his longing into it.

When you finally pulled apart, you couldn’t help but feel mortified.

“Shit, we shouldn’t have done that.” You whispered softly, running a hand nervously through your hair.

“Why not angel? We’re both grown ups.” Bucky tried his best to ease your guilty conscience, not wanting to make life awkward for Ollie and Thomas. “No harm in a kiss, doesn’t ever need to happen again.”

“But what if I want it to happen again?” You asked, cheeks burning red.

“Oh angel, all you gotta do is ask.” He beamed, pressing his lips to yours once more, resuming the kiss with the same burning passion as before.

“MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Ollie’s giggle came out more of a shrill, excited scream. You and Bucky separated so quickly, Thomas laughing uncontrollably behind Ollie.

“Nothing honey, do you need something?” You asked, trying to change the subject and save yourselves any embarrassment.

“YOU WERE KISSING MY DAD!” Thomas shrieked, while Bucky buried his face in his flesh hand.

“DOES THAT MAKE BUCKY MY DAD? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!” Ollie began, his brain clearly going far too fast.

“THEN THAT MEANS YOUR MOM IS MY MOM! WE’RE BROTHERS!” Thomas added happily.

“You’re getting way ahead of yourselves, boys.” Bucky chastised with a hearty laugh. “Is this a bad time to ask you out on a date?” He chuckled quietly in your ear.

“It sounds like the boys would have no objections.” You giggled to yourself. “Sure Bucky, I guess a date would be nice, before the boys start wedding planning.” Bucky’s heart thumped excitedly at the thought of a wedding, reaching down to squeeze your flesh hand in his metal one.

Life with kids was messy but at least it kept you on your toes.

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[luminnara]

I always see how stories are like “he went so hard he touched your ceivix” I know I prolly spelt that wrong but I also heard that irl that’s supposed to like hurt a lot if the guy did that so could you do a story with Bakugo where they’re having sex and he does and then has to take care of reader. Plz and ty👉👈

Idk why people are so into getting their cervix smashed, like if you’re into that specific pain then I get it, and once in a while it can sort of be fun because you’re like oh wow damn my guts are getting REARRANGED but imo it is not GREAT LOL

Pro Hero Bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw

Bakugou is a guy with a big dick.

Enough said.

He loves the way it stretches you out, the way your tight little pussy feels when he’s fucking you. You just grip him so well, and no matter how long he spends getting you ready to take him, no matter how much foreplay is involved, it’s always a snug fit. The gorilla grip 9000, as you’ve referred to it several times, just to annoy him.

Normally, you love that your boyfriend is packing. You love the way he carves up into you, how you can barely fit his cock down your throat, how absolutely incredible it feels when he first slips it in and you almost feel like he’s going to tear you in half. He’s got the kind of dick that not everybody can handle, that only size queens like you really enjoy, and normally, that makes you all kinds of smug and proud of yourself.

Normally.

Sometimes, you have to admit that you’re human, and you’ve got your limits. Katsuki is a big guy (not as big as Eijirou, though, and from what you’ve heard, his dick is even bigger, which just seems ridiculous), and no amount of fingering and clitoral stimulation can change the size of your literal organs. Maybe if you had some kind of convenient elasticity quirk or something then you could take whatever you wanted, but unfortunately, you don’t, and your body is nice and normal and human.

That also means that sometimes, your shit moves around a little. Sometimes, your cervix just…sits a little bit lower, depending on where you’re at in your monthly cycle. And sometimes, that’s actually a very big, very painful, problem.

“Fuck, baby,” Bakugou panted, supporting himself with a hand next to your head. “So fuckin’ good…”

You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing into you, the head parting your folds. “Katsuki…more, please, Fuck…”

He smirked as he leaned down to kiss you. You always wanted all of him right away. Rolling his hips forward gently, he sheathed himself inside of you, letting out a breathy huff as he felt the way you squeezed around him. It was the best feeling in the world, and he wanted to just stay like that forever…but his cock was already throbbing, begging for friction, and as your nails clawed at his back, Bakugou could tell that you wanted it rough.

“Want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He purred, leaning back and hooking his arms around your legs.

You nodded, biting your lips as you let him manhandle you. One of the perks of having a pro hero as a boyfriend was that he could toss you around like it was nothing, and you loved the way he could do whatever he wanted with you.

He angled you so that his cock drove deeper, and on the first stroke, you were feeling nothing but pure bliss. He hit all the right spots, every time, and when his calloused thumb moved to play with your clit, you let out a happy sigh.

“You like that?” He asked as he pushed you down against the mattress. “You fuckin’ like the feeling of my big fuckin’ cock?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, eyes closed as you let him pound you. “Fuck yes…”

“I want you to cum on this cock,” he growled, driving himself into you harder.

“I-I wanna,” you gasped, feeling your stomach twisting in the most delightful way. “Fuck, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, baby, just like that…”

“R-right there,” you breathed, already chasing your high. “Right there, don’t stop—Fuck!”

Your face contorted in pain as you yelped, squirming against him as you desperately tried to adjust your hips. The angle was bad, he was too big to fold you in on yourself like this, and every thrust was worse and worse until—

He heard your strangled little sound and felt the wall his cock hit and he backed off immediately, slowing his pace.

“Babe?” He asked, looking down at you with worry all over his face.

Your heart was pounding as the pain began ebbing away, Bakugou’s cock all but slipping out of you as he fell still. “S-sorry. I just need to move, you can keep going—“

“No way.” He scoffed, pulling out of you and gently lowering your legs down to the bed. “Not til I know you’re good again.”

You frowned. “I’m fine, really, Katsuki—“

“Babe.” He growled, pinning you down with his voice. “Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. I know when you’re in pain, you always make that face I hate.”

You felt your face flush in embarrassment. “You’re just big…”

He smirked. “Yeah, I know.”

“You just dick punched my cervix. I’ll be okay.”

His face fell. “Again? God damnit…”

It was your turn to smirk as he sat back and you followed him up. “Even I’ve got limits, Katsuki.”

He dragged a tired hand down his face, irritated with himself for pushing you too far. “Guess I forgot I can’t do that…”

“Not in that position,” you traced a finger over his chest before flipping over, grabbing a pillow to lay on.

He watched you with an arched eyebrow. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you laughed, watching over your shoulder while you hiked yourself up onto your knees and wiggled your ass at him. “You fit way better from behind, anyways…”

You saw the way his red eyes seemed to darken and he was in you in moments, his hands grabbing your hips roughly as he nudged his cock back into you.

“You gotta tell me if it hurts,” he mumbled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and slowly slid in.

“I will,” you breathed as he filled you up with his cock again.

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” His voice was a rumble, the vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Because I’m gonna fuck you til you pass out tonight, baby.”

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself. 

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win. 

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!” 

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them. 

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points. 

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders. 

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed. 

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough. 

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once. 

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed. 

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation. 

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out. 

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history. 

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test. 

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test. 

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them. 

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain. 

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match. 

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump. 

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down. 

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did. 

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly. 

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them. 

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly. 

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home. 

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out. 

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot. 

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!” 

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually. 

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp. 

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders. 

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations. 

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all. 

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better. 

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you. 

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest. 

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears. 

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.” 

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient. 

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back. 

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway. 

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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Not so Innocent desires

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning : This is so filthy dear lord, explicit sexual content, Sub!fem reader, spanking, oral, innocence kink and I think that’s it

Just good ol fashioned smut

Summary : Turns out you Remus and Sirius want to treat you a certain way, it takes some special kind of convincing from your end though.

Word count : 3164

The lovely @fionanovasleftnut had a wonderful idea that I couldn’t resist writing about. I’m not sure with how this one turned out but I hope I did the idea justice. xXx

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Being a family friend of the Weasleys had its perks. You always had someone to stick up for you, always had someone who could make you laugh, and you always had a home with them, wherever that may be. You had moved out on your own as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, but it seemed that wasn’t the way to start your life as a young adult. The wizarding world was at war and Molly Weasley was insistent that one of her adopted daughters should not be defenseless living alone. 

You had tried to reassure her that you would be fine, you even approached your most likely allies.

“Fred, George please tell her I’ll be fine. You understand right?” They only chuckled at your cute pout and brushed your concerns aside.

So no. No one was willing to risk the parting of their lovely Y/N.

You were too kindhearted, too sweet, too pure. A ray of sunshine in these dark times, too precious to leave unprotected. 

You had been so angry at first, but your anger was soon turned into bashfulness as you were met by two very attractive men. Of course you knew Professor Lupin, he was your teacher and even now words from his mouth directed your way made heat rise to your face.

 Then there was Sirius Black. His long black hair framed his face perfectly. His stormy grey eyes made you completely weak at the knees. 

Everything about these two men left you flustered, Remus’s quick wit, Sirius’s hearty laugh, the knowing glances they’d share, Remus’s scars you just wanted to spend hours tracing, and Sirius’s ring clad fingers that tapped impatiently against the table. For being in Azkaban for 12 years his hands sure looked strong and capable. 

It was a blessing and a curse really. You got to admire two very attractive men, yet you couldn’t manage much more than bashful nods at times. That didn’t stop them from approaching you however. They were so kind and welcoming, so much so that you took up Sirius’s offer to stay there rather than at the Weasleys. He knew you valued your alone time and got anxious in large groups so he thought you’d appreciate your own room rather than crowding in with the Weasleys. It was all good and well.

Except for how often you found yourself rubbing your thighs together at night to ease some sort of tension. Nothing could stop the wetness that pooled in your underwear at the memory of Sirius clenching his jaw in anger as Snape talked, or the way Remus calmed him down by rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. So once again that night you found yourself with that familiar ache you just didn’t know how to satisfy on your own. Your fingers just weren’t good enough. You got up in a huff to get some water at an attempt to calm down. You slipped down the hallway silently, but the sound of a low moan coming from Sirius’s room stopped you in your tracks. The door was slightly ajar and although you knew you shouldn’t peek in, the dull throbbing of your clit convinced you to stay. You had to stifle your own moan at the sight in front of you. 

Sirius was sitting on the edge of his four poster king sized bed while Remus was on his knees between his legs jacking him off.

“Fuck Pads, how was it already this hard I’ve hardly touched you.”

“It’s not my fault! Blame Y/N with those stupid lips she bites. And her big doe eyes and and- fuck Moony that feels so good.” 

Remus grinned at the chance to tease Sirius.

“Not as good as Y/N would feel though right? Bet you’d love to have her little hands wrapped around your cock huh. Imagine if you got to stretch out her perfect little pussy. She’s so fucking innocent, so pure”

“I wanna ruin her god she’s pretty, but at the same time she’s so precious I don’t wanna taint her. She deserves something more gentle and sweet.”

“You’re certainly smitten aren’t you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck her to the brink of tears. Have you heard that cute little giggle? Imagine what her whines sound like. I just wanna watch as you wrap your big hands round her thro-”

“S’that what you want? You wanna make innocent little Y/N our cockslut. Wanna make her our needy puppy. Wonder how many times we could make her come with just our fingers.”

“Fuck Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah that’s right love, cum to the picture of fucking her mercilessly, her nails scratching down your back cause you’re fucking her so hard.”

You watched Sirius shudder while Remus’s face lit up in victory. You decided it was best to leave before they were no longer distracted. 

Well, that certainly didn’t make you any less riled up. Looks like they wanted you as much as you wanted them. You knew you’d have to put your shyness aside, but how on earth do you talk to someone about that. Yes, hello I find you two super hot and I’d just love it if you’d degrade me and throw me around thank you so much. Frankly you never knew you wanted that yourself until you heard the words fall from their lips with ease. You put your plan in motion as you traveled back to your room, praying it would work.

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You were giddy when you woke up, anxious for the day that awaited you. You decided to wear a shirt that Remus had once complimented, suddenly much more aware of how it complimented your chest. You paired it with your shortest skirt and thigh high socks. You turned around and shoulder checked to appreciate yourself, knowing if you bent over too much anyone could see the white lace thong you had underneath.

You knew the order meeting was starting earlier than usual so you pranced down the stairs and were met with a dumbstruck Ron and Ginny.

“Blimey Y/N, who are you trying to shag?” He was instantly met with a slap by Ginny.

“Shut it Ron, don’t talk about Y/N like that you git. You look adorable.” She reassured.

You smiled sweetly at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Gin, I’m gonna go get breakfast now.”

You swear you saw Remus and Sirius give a double take when you entered the kitchen. Pleased your plan was going well you continued into the next phase and sat between Fred and George casually as if your heart wasn’t racing a million miles an hour. Any laugh that the twins could pull from your lips were met with a hard stare from Sirius and Remus. Normally Remus could keep a calm disposition but you could notice the look of contempt in his eyes as his hand clenched the edge of the table. 

 You pushed your chair back and made your way to the sink. 

“Here Molly, let me help you clean up.”

“Thank you dear, you can just grab the dishes from the table love.” 

You made your way round the table and once you reached where your two admirers were you squeezed between them and bent over to grab the last plate, feeling your skirt ride up high enough to gain a sharp intake of breath from Sirius. 

“Sorry, it was just easier to get it this way.” 

You smiled to yourself as you helped Molly finish cleaning. Everything cycled out and everyone rearranged where they sat as they tidied up before the meeting began. You were thrilled at the chance to sit between Remus and Sirius now that everyone had moved. You leaned forward so you could rest your chin on your hand as Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke of the newest updates happening within the ministry. Fred and George would sometimes try to throw you off by making funny faces, but they were met by a hard glare by Remus which instantly simmered them down, while Sirius placed his arm around the back of your chair in a possessive manner. Welp, now was as good a time as ever to test the waters. You leaned back into your chair and crossed one leg over the other so your foot would brush against Sirius’s calf. He passed a glance, and you took a deep breath and moved it up and down his leg. You smirked at how you saw his hands clench and that spurred you on to lightly place your hand on Remus’s thigh.

“Y/N love, what are you doing exactly” Remus’s voice was shaky, like he was holding back.

Time to ice the cake.

“Nothing Remmy, I’m just being innocent little Y/N.”

Sirius’s head swerved at that one and you couldn’t help but notice the growing tent in his trousers.

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It took forever for everyone to leave after the meeting. It took even longer to convince Molly that you were fine to stay here rather than go back to the burrow.

“Alright Y/N if you’re sure, but you know how to reach me if you need anything at all right?”

“Of course Molly.”

If she knew what you wanted these two men to do to you she would be dragging you by the ear out the door. But finally, finally she left.

Leaving you alone with two straight faced men whose expressions were unreadable. Remus was the first to break the silence. 

“Y/N, did you over hear our conversation last night”

You nodded, but Sirius wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, you’re gonna answer out loud for us pretty girl. You don’t get to tease us the way you do then act all shy now.”

“Yes, I heard.”

Remus returned to questioning you. “Yeah, and did you like what you heard?”

“I- I did.”

“Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl” Sirius chortled, “wish I would have known sooner.”

“I’m not naughty!”

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?”

“Cause I wanna be your good girl, please make me your good girl.”

Remus was hypnotised by the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips looking up at him.

“Shhh we’ve got you puppy, we just thought you’d want something more gentle.”

“No Remmy, I want you.”

“You can have me darling, let's go upstairs.”

He offered his hand to you and you took it eagerly, and began your journey upstairs, earning a chuckle from Sirius as you snatched his hand too on the way. As soon as you entered they had their hands on you, Sirius had you pressed against Remus as he was kissing your neck. 

“You sure you want this love?”

“Please Siri.”

“Alright pup, safe word is red okay? Any point you feel uncomfortable you tell us and we’ll stop immediately. Can you say it for me?” 

“Red.”

“Good girl,” Remus praised “Here, let's take all this off since it’s not covering much anyway.”

You nodded and lifted your arms for Remus while Sirius got on his knees to take off your skirt. He debated leaving the socks on, but he wanted you to feel every single thing so he took them off. Now last, but certainly not least. 

“As cute as these panties are, they're only in my way, can I take these off precious?”

“M Hmm.”

Remus was quite content to take off your bra and massage your breasts and nibble across your shoulders while Sirius continued his attempts to draw dirty words from your clean mouth.

“Baby, your pussy is so wet right now. Can I touch it, love?”

You spread your legs further for him as an invitation.

“Not here, our precious girl deserves to be comfy on the bed.” 

Remus sat against the headboard and motioned for you to follow suit between his thighs.

You practically skipped there, so excited for what was about to happen. You sat down with a quick plop and wiggled your hips to get more comfy, eyes wide as Sirius crawled up from the end of the bed to push your legs apart and gently trace your inner thighs with his forefinger.

“Tell me pup, have you ever touched yourself?”

You nodded bashfully, which Remus did not enjoy apparently as he lightly slapped your thigh with one hand while the other grabbed hold of your jaw to force your eyes onto Sirius fully.

“What did we say about speaking out loud pup, be a good girl.”

“Sorry Remmy, I got embarrassed, I do touch myself Siri”

Sirius grinned, “What makes you touch yourself sweet girl.”

“You, you and Moony do.” He relished in the whine that escaped your lips as he finally made contact with your aching clit, clearly he liked that answer.

“What do you imagine us doing to you pup.”

You moaned as his pace quickened. “Anything, anything you want.”

That’s when his tongue made contact on your clit instead. You jolted at the sudden change, but Remus was quick to hold you down.

“That feel good, sweetheart? I love Siri’s tongue too.” 

You could only throw your head back and mewl as Sirius’s tongue flicked faster and he added a finger to the mix, completely enthralled with how your entrance clenched around it desperately.

“Pads I think our pretty girl is gonna cum keep going. Has anyone ever made you feel this good puppy? Fred or George couldn’t make you feel like this could they?”

“No- no Remmy.”

“Wait till I get my turn love, go on and cum so I can make my pretty girl feel good too.”

Even Sirius’s tight grip on your thigh couldn’t keep you tethered as you released on his face. Bliss like you had never known overtook and it’s like you were hyper aware of every touch, every breath of theirs that fanned across your body, and every kiss that Remus awarded you with for being your lovely self.

And you couldn’t get enough of it.

Neither could Sirius as he leaned back to take in the view of the masterpiece he created. He loved how you had squirmed under his touch as he continued to thrust his fingers eagerly. 

He was feeling benevolent though and pulled out. Instead he took a firm grasp on your hair and pulled you on your hands and knees so you were eyelevel with his throbbing cock. 

Remus placed a couple of smacks on your ass now that it was exposed for him.

“What do you say to Pads for making you feel so good?”

Sirius wondered if you were aware how cute you looked with your owlish eyes oggling his long member.

“Thank you, Siri.”

“That’s right Puppy, now how about you return the favor.”

You just nodded obediently and stuck out your tongue, which only made Sirius growl even louder as he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat but found yourself gagging at the surprise feeling of Remus’s head rubbing up and down your slick folds.

You arched your back and whimpered around Sirius’s cock and Remus got the message loud and clear. Slowly he inched his way inside groaning when your wet heat enveloped him completely. Once you were used to the feeling you wiggled your hips as a signal so he could move. The slow powerful thrusts of Remus made Sirius thrust through your perfect lips even faster at how the vibrations you emitted felt around his cock. His grip on your hair got even tighter.

“Fuck you feel so good puppy, such a good girl taking such good care of us. I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face, want me to cum all over your face, sweet girl?”

At the sound of your desperate whining he gave your face a few rough pats and yanked your head back. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stuck your tongue out waiting patiently while he stroked his dick furiously. Finally he released on your face, but before you got the chance to think he was licking it up with wide stripes across your face before moving to kiss Remus. You glanced over your shoulder at the two most beautiful men you’d ever been blessed to see, and moaned as their teeth clashed in a hungry and needy kiss. They stopped in a pant and had their foreheads pressed together, grinning at your demands.

“Moony I think our good little puppy wants more attention.”

“Aw, is that so my needy angel. I can fix that for you.”

Quicker than you could count he had you flipped on your back and started fucking into you ruthlessly. His movements were filled with so much determination that every thrust was pushing you to the end of the bed until your back was hanging off the edge. He grabbed hold of your legs and swung them both over your shoulders so he could reach even newer sensitive spots inside you, completely captivated by how freely your tits bounced in this position.

“Rem- Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“No you’re not, you be our good girl and hold on a little longer.”

“Please I can’t take it.”

“If you wanna cum you beg for it then, since you can’t wait.”

“Please please, let me be your good girl, please let me cum you make me feel so good please.”

“Hear that Pads? Imagine if someone heard pure little Y/N acting as our desperate puppy. Okay darling you go ahead and make a mess on my cock baby.”

A wave of euphoria rushed over you as you hung there and took every slam that came your way. The bliss however quickly became too much as your legs wriggled to find your escape from his strong grasp. He just grunted and let you slide into a heap on the floor. He swept to the side of the bed and around to where you were and hoisted you back on the bed so you were on your stomach and your legs hung off the edge. He pressed his hand to your back to firmly hold you in place.

“Angel you begged for this, now you’re gonna take it, yeah?”

He returned to his prior animalistic pace that summoned tears to roll down your cheeks. 

Sirius started petting your head lovingly “It’s okay love, you’re being such a good girl for Moony and I. You look so gorgeous with those tears all fucked out.”

He continued to comfort you and press kisses to your hairline until finally Remus reached satisfaction with his brutal attack on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m gonna cum”

He pulled out swiftly and his hips found their way to Sirius’s hungry lips. It was such a beautiful sight, but your voice made and audible whine before you could control yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, thought you wanted me to stop.”

“Wanted your cum, wanted you to cum in me Remmy.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to make that happen precious girl.”

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Hmmm yeah I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope y’all enjoy my lovelies <3

@thotbutpurple @quindolyn @sunny-bunnny

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please for the love of everything holy, give us attack on titan dick headcanons like you did with jjk and haikyuu 🤲🏻🤲🏻

i've been waiting for this one and i love your fics sm,, you're literally one of my fav bloggers ily <33

havsjdd ONE OF MY FAVE SERIES YES,,, i can’t just do all characters so i did the ones i’m most familiar with (aka mains 🤧) if you want others lmk!!

as always, this is purely for fun!! i don’t intend to be crazy realistic :)

other works; haikyuu captains, setters, middle blockers, aces and jujutsu kaisen

ATTACK ON TITAN DICK ANALYSIS

levi ackerman

as much as this hurts, he’s probably barely average. i mean, to be fair, he was extremely malnourished as a child, but i’ll be generous and say he’s 5.2 inches. such a pretty cock :( like it has a dark golden/brown tan to it, with a pink tip. also idk why but something tells me levi has a birthmark on his dick. don’t ask, he just has like this cool, brown splotch right beneath the tip. anyways, it curves up and inwards, i’m so sure. the girth and length are proportional, and he’s relatively veiny!! cute, thick balls too. is being clean shaven a thing in that universe? if it is, consider it done obviously.

eren jaeger

he has a big dick idc. just so hung i cannot. eren dick print is immaculate i will cry. fat cock, 6.8 inches, veiny as fuck. like thick veins you feel them when he’s inside of you. the shaft is just the tiniest bit darker than his skin, and the tip is dark, angry red, especially he’s all hard and wet. doesn’t really curve, to be honest, maybe a little to the right. oh and he has fat balls. heavy balls. breeder balls. he cums and his balls are still so full — insanity. doesn’t shave at all though like it’s so unkempt <//3 likes to shove your face down when you suck him off as if to make a point <//3

armin arlert

omg his dick’s so pretty. like sososo pretty. pale shaft and the cutest pink tip. like it’s kind a pastel pink but then he’s hard and it gets even darker, like a dark pink. it flushes so gorgeous when he’s hard and dripping for you. he’s like 6.3 inches, and it curves at the tip a little. more veiny than you’d imagine actually!!! his balls and tip are extremely, over the top, sensitive suck on them and he’s gone. oof and if you suck and then blow cold air? he might pass out. obviously clean shaven! sometimes he forgets tho but same way he doesn’t care if you are, you don’t care if he is either. nothing screams thoughtful like armin after all.

jean kirstein

HES SO BIG HELP. idk the timeskip.... he screams bde..... horsecock jean..... 7.2 inches bye. literally mouthwatering pretty, just a tan, bronze-ish shaft, prominent veins, dark pink tip that gets all bright when it’s wet. longer than he is thick but he will rearrange your guts absolutely. stick straight, doesn’t curve, isn’t sensitive so he’ll straight up cockwarm you whenever wherever (cockwarm any of your holes which one is available rn shawty). he trims, and there’s the hottest happy trail from beneath his belly button down to his crotch. when he stretches and it shows fhdbdhcjf

connie springer

my boy has an average dick <3 just 5.6 inches, good girth, good length, no curve. actually it’s kinda fat.... kinda.... might be a stretch taking him.... it’s okay he lives between those thighs anyways. pale pink tip that doesn’t darken all that much when hard, golden shaft, prominent veins. he’s clean shaven because he’s scared you’ll leave him if he wasn’t </3 forgot once and had a freak out session the moment he undressed till he realized it wasn’t that big of a deal.

reiner braun

HOLT FUCK PLEASE. HIS DICK IS SO BIG STOP. he’s 7.7 INCHES NO TAKESIES BACKSIES. hole splinter. pussy/bussy destroyer. cervix kisser. tummy bulger. golden shaft and a dark pink tip. literally so veiny. so much girth you cannot. cannot imagine. just size kink with reiner pls. heavy balls that have so much to give, but baby’s so easily sensitive <3 kind of clean shaven? depends on his mood? the time he has? whether you’re 100% for/against it or 50-50, etc.

bertholdt hoover

why do i get the feel, the vibes if you will, that he has such a big dick. like it shocks people when they see it. he’s probably hella long like 7 inches long, listen i cannot explain it he just has a big dick. dark shaft and the deepest red for a tip. not that veiny, but curves nicely to the right. extremely sensitive balls oh my god. will cry if you overstimulate him <3

niccolo

sasha’s so lucky <//3 big dick i know it. 6.7 inches and it’s gorgeous, with a golden tan to the shaft that flushes out to a bright, pale pink tip. when he’s hard it gets a blush pink/red so pretty. kinda veiny, kinda not. like it’s alright! he has amazing orgasm control his dick‘s tip will be purpling but you have to cum a million times before he‘s okay with cumming. trims, so not 100% clean shaven.

porco galliard

such a fat dick. it’s like 5.1 inches but it’s so fat you will cry taking it. the stretch burns oh my god. also he has no concept of prep so please, teach him. mauve/pink-ish tip, just a light tan shaft. it’s kinda flushed all over tbh, darker at the tip, lighter the longer you go along his shaft. curves to the right a little! doesn’t believe in being clean shaven sorry <//3

kenny ackerman

sorry am i allowed to do him? dilf! or gilf? 🤔 idk i just know his dick is huge. massive. 7.5 inches. so big. the tip is such a dark red, the shaft is dark and tan. hella, hella veins. like so much. not clean shaven obviously. im not gonna say anything else i dont wanna taint my dignity even more.