emmaportman

[thriftedtchotchkes]

hi idk if u remember me but i literally love u okay anyways

so literally just dbf!joel saying “sweetheart i need you to be quiet” and ”baby i’m gonna cum if you don’t shut up” and maybe covering her mouth at some point 🤭

have a wonderful day and thank u sm for ur time 🙏🏾

hii love, ofc i remember you! tysm for sending this in ♡ accidentally got inspired by my dinner last night, oops. hope you enjoy!!

does your mother know?

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI, no outbreak, close family friend!joel, language, smut, rough sex, unprotected piv, age gap, mild exhibitionism, old man joel can't keep it in his pants at family dinner

word count: 1.7k

Friday night dinner wasn’t supposed to go like this.

One hand buried in your hair and the other slapped over your mouth, muffling every moan and sigh you make while Joel fucks you against the sink in the upstairs bathroom of your family home. 

He'd arrived late with a charming, drawled apology and immediately made the mistake of taking the seat across from you. If he'd sat literally anywhere else, he might've been able to ignore the perfect curve of your tits in the lowest-cut shirt he'd ever seen you in, or your constant need for the salt and pepper shakers, conveniently placed right in front of his plate. 

Every time you leaned over the table, he was reminded of the fact that you’d decided to forgo a bra. Whether that was for his benefit or yours, he was doing his best not to find out. 

Not after your parents had taken the time to invite him here, insisting that he eat a home-cooked meal for once, knowing full well he's been surviving off TV dinners ever since Sarah left for college.

“That’s kinda rude of me, huh?” you smiled sheepishly after giving him a particularly revealing peek, but the look that followed was downright sinful. "My bad, I just didn’t wanna keep interrupting your dinner by asking you to pass the salt. Figured it’s been a while since the last time you ate."

And you were right. It had been a while since he’d tasted anything as sweet as you, that satisfied him the way you do, but you already knew that. It’s why you were baiting him—because you know he can’t resist you.

Still, he tried. He really did, but the Southern gentleman in him couldn't refuse dessert or the hefty glass of wine your mom poured after he'd finished helping her clear the table. So, when he'd found himself trapped between your familiar warmth and the armrest of the couch, he should've known there'd be trouble.

When you'd casually gestured a little too widely during the story you were telling and splattered half the glass across his flannel and jeans, he should've gone to the bathroom to treat the stains alone instead of accepting your apologetic offer to help.

He should’ve known better. 

But the second your doe eyes lock with his, roving over his body like the lovely dinner your mom made wasn’t nearly enough to fill you up, he realizes he does know better. He just doesn't give a shit.

And that's why you're bent over the sink, taking his cock like you were made for it, and making the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. You either don’t care enough to stop, regardless of whether your parents can hear you or not, or you’re too blissed out to notice. But he does.

“Sweetheart, I need ya to be quiet,” he grits out tightly, barely audible over his hips slamming into yours and the filthy squelch of your pussy around him. “Don’t want us gettin’ caught, do ya?”

You can’t respond, or even nod, with his hand still held firmly over your mouth, so you whine your acknowledgment into his palm, squeezing your eyes shut as you try your best to do what he asked. 

You’re clearly struggling. Those muted, stuttered whimpers grow louder every time he buries himself to the hilt, and he almost wants to remove his hand and let the sounds of your pleasure echo around the room, so everyone in this house knows just how good he’s making his girl feel. 

“I know, baby, I know. Feels good, don’t it? S’hard to keep all those pretty noises in when you’re takin’ so much, but I need’ya to try,” his lips graze your ear with each growled word. 

Another pained whimper passes your lips through the cracks between his fingers, and he accidentally bucks into you harder than he means to. Christ, he’s never heard you sound like this before. So needy. He shouldn’t, but he wants to hear more. To feel your chest vibrate with it, watch in the mirror as your mouth parts around even just one perfect, drawn-out moan.

The hand buried in your hair trails down your neck, beautifully elongated as your back arches to take him deeper, and snakes around your body. He tugs down the front of your shirt—that flimsy fucking tank top that's been teasing him all night—to cup your breast and, fuck, you like that. Your pussy grips him in response, clenching intermittently while he roughly tweaks your nipple between two calloused fingers. 

You’re tight, almost too tight for him to keep up his merciless pace if he wants to last much longer, and so goddamn wet. You’re seeping right into the wine-stained fabric of his jeans, making an even bigger mess than you started with.

“Look at ya,” he mumbles, slowing to watch in awe as his cock drags against your entrance, reappearing slicker with every thrust. “So fuckin’ tight...and sloppy. You’re makin’ a mess of me, sweetheart."

You shudder under his rapt attention, at the sheer want in his voice, but despite the obvious effect of his words, you’re still staying quiet, just like he told you to. You’ve been such a good girl, so he decides to take a risk and reward you. 

“M'gonna let go, alright? But ya gotta keep bein' good for me," he leans down to press his lips between your shoulder blades, his hand dropping from your mouth to settle on your waist. "Don't need'ta be silent, just need'ya to keep it down. Can ya do that?"

You gasp as his slow, deep thrusts still and he presses flush against your ass, grinding into you languidly as he waits for your answer. 

"Y-yeah...yes, yes," you reply weakly, cold ceramic digging into your breasts as you pant heavily into the sink. "Keep going—p-please, just fuck me."

"That's my girl," he breathes raggedly, and he's a little ashamed at how quickly his balls start to tighten at the soft timbre of your voice. 

His pace abruptly picks up, and then he's forcing you onto his cock again, his hips slamming into yours with a steady, wet thock-thock-thock that's probably louder than you've been all night. But he doesn't stop—you feel way too fucking good to stop, and he likely couldn't even if he tried.

In the back of his mind, he tells himself that your parents are probably doing dishes by now, and whatever he's doing to their daughter upstairs is getting drowned out by running water and clattering dishware. 

He continues to repeat the shitty lie to himself as he yanks you up, pulling your back flush against his chest and wrapping an arm around your stomach to hold you in place. The abrupt shift changes the angle of his hips so he’s fucking up into you instead, and it feels...indescribable. 

He's hitting something he wasn't able to reach before, a sensitive spot impossibly deeper inside you that has your pussy squeezing him, gushing down his cock, and he's—

Fuck, he's not going to last long. 

"Mmph...fuck—there, Joel, there. So, so fucking close, please, need it harder."

Christ, and you begging him to fuck you harder isn't helping. His hand drops between your legs to your swollen clit, slipping through the slick mess to rub tight, insistent circles into the hardening nub, and the heady friction has your thighs quaking almost immediately. 

"S'good...feels soso good," you slur deliriously, teetering on the cusp of your orgasm. "Wanted you so fucking bad all night...ngh, should've fucked me right there on the table—"

Joel cuts you off before you can finish, pushed a little too far past his limit.

"Baby, m'gonna cum if ya don’t shut up," he grits through his teeth, still pounding into that spot, still rubbing hard and fast swirls into your clit, and he can feel how close you are.

"F-fuck, me too—m'so close. Fill me up, please."

That sends him over the edge. You barely have time to gasp in a breath before he shoves you back down, lifting one of your legs up to the side so he can sink even deeper as he practically mounts you on the edge of the sink.

"Fuck yeah, I'll fill ya up," he groans, drawn-out and wrecked, as he empties inside you, thick spurts coating your convulsing walls. His hands greedily roam your body, caressing every inch of bare skin he can reach. "Send ya back downstairs to your momma and daddy with my cum leakin' out of ya. Filthy fuckin' girl."

Three more achingly deep thrusts, and then you're cumming hard, exploding hot and wet around him, already feeling him start to drip out of you and down your thighs. Your entire body seizes, desperate not to make a single sound while he fucks you through your orgasm, but then Joel meets your eyes in the mirror.

The warm chestnut of his eyes has been completely overtaken by his blown-pupils and he looks a little wild, like he's about to do something you'll both regret. Then, he does. Without warning, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and bites down hard, sucking a bruise into your skin he knows you won't be able to hide, and the squeal that erupts from your chest is high-pitched enough that you know everyone in the house heard it.

The thought alone stokes the heat already starting to build in the pit of his groin again, and the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy in thick globs when he pulls out only fans the flames.

"M'takin' you home, sweetheart. Gonna fuck ya the way you deserve," he mumbles into your marked skin, and you tremble in his arms, whimpering softly through an aftershock. "Then, you can scream as loud as ya want—"

"Everything alright up there?" Your mom's voice filters up the stairs. "What, did one of y'all fall into the sink?"

Joel noses into your hair, chuckling before he responds.

"Just finished."

[irisintheafterglow]

been having a very odd moment in my brain so take exes to lovers with prohero!shoto

"hi."

"what are you doing here?"

i'm still in love with you.

"i wanted to see how you were holding up." you're a different person compared to the last time he saw you. you from the past would smile at him, softly thanking him for his concern and inviting him inside with a hand on his shoulder. you in front of him, however, just laughs. it's humorless, pained even. you don't laugh the same as you did with him. "what is it?"

"nothing," you say with a shake of your head. "i appreciate you coming by, but i swear i'm fine." he catches the way your eyes space out, if only for a moment like your consciousness disappeared into a different plane of existence. "yeah, i'm fine," you reiterate when your senses come back and you move to close the door. he carefully but firmly stops you from shutting it and you narrow your eyes. "the fuck do you think you're doing?" you never swore when you were with him.

"i brought you food," shoto offers, pulling the plastic bag from behind him and watching patiently as you analyze him like you were assessing his threat level. what had your asshole of an ex done to you to make you so guarded? "it's your favorite," he adds when he interprets your silence as apprehension. without another word, you nod and open the door, no reassuring hand on his shoulder.

you quietly take the bag from him and set it on your kitchen counter, neatly arranging the to-go containers while shoto moves on pure muscle memory to where you keep your plates. he opens the cabinet to find it bare, along with the cabinets to the left and right of it. perhaps you'd rearranged the place with your new--no, old--partner. he doesn't notice the heavy silence until you clear your throat, swallowing thickly.

"i...i smashed all the dinnerware because i was angry...at him," you croak, your head hung in shame. he hums his understanding but his heart sinks into his stomach. a memory flickers to life in the back of his mind: you and shoto in the local pottery studio, painting strawberries and penguins on matching dinner sets. you beam at him and hold up your newest creation, a baby blue bowl decorated with red and white hearts. it's beautiful, love, he says and your grin grows wider. you tell him the colors of the hearts are to match his hair, and that the bowl would always be your favorite because it reminded you of him. i can't wait to eat soba from it, then, since the art will always remind me of the artist.

"there should be paper plates in the bag," he says gently, shutting the cabinet softly because he knows you don't like the sound of it slamming. "if there isn't, i don't mind eating straight from the container."

"thank you for coming over. it means a lot," you murmur with a container and a fork in your hands, bypassing your dining set and opting for the floor of your living room. he follows you, sitting a respectful distance away that violates every thought willing him to hold you close.

"has anyone else been by?"

"mina, momo, and jiro yesterday. midoriya and uraraka the day before that." you release a little puff of air through your nose, an indicator of sad amusement. "even bakugo stopped by with kirishima. that asshole must have known you were coming because he brought cold soba and i told him i don't eat it."

"what did he say?"

"he told me 'i know you don't, but he does.' weird, isn't it?" your eyes flicker from your food up to his own, watching him again. "did you tell bakugo that you were gonna come over?" he shakes his head, the honest answer. "we've been broken up for two years but people still predict how we operate."

"maybe they know something that we don't," he proposes and your expression hardens.

"don't say that. you can't say that."

"you told me relationships are built on trust," he reminds you. "i won't lie to you, even if we aren't together." your grip tightens around your fork and you forcefully set your container on the coffee table. he steadies his resolve, preparing his defenses so that when you lash out, he can take it in stride. you're in love with them, dumbass, bakugo said to him with a scowl during a night at a pros-only bar. they're in love with you, too, so get your heads out of your asses and get back together.

he's not prepared when tears start rolling down your face.

he reaches out on instinct and you dodge his hand, unsuccessfully wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand.

"the reason why we didn't work was because you were honest. you told me it wasn't the right time, that maybe we could try again in the future," your voice cracks and so does something in shoto's chest. "and then we didn't. you moved on, which forced me to move on too, and now you think you can just walk in here and expect me to open up?"

say it.

tell them.

tell them everything you never did. tell them everything you wanted to but couldn't find the words.

tell them you still love them.

"i want you to let me love you again." what?

"i don't understand." that's not what he meant to say...was it?

"i don't either," he whispers and you finally let him brush a tear from your cheek. his body gravitates toward you magnetically and, even after so long, your skin is a familiar sensation. "all i know is that i miss you, and i'm sorry." another round wells up in your eyes but you know it's not from anger; it's from longing.

"he didn't love me," you sniffled. the muscle in shoto's jaw clenches so tightly, he could chip a tooth. "he loved the idea of loving me, but he didn't love me. i hated who i was when i was with him. and," you pause to exhale shakily, "i miss who i was when i was with you."

"i miss who i was when i was with you, too." he offers you a sad smile and you laugh through your tears, a genuine laugh that he knows in his soul is real. "there you are."

"you still love me? even after two years?"

"it felt longer than that," he admits and you smile the kind of smile that you only have when you're with him. "i can't undo leaving, nor can i undo how he was with you...but i can promise i can bring you back to yourself again. because i love who you are when you're with me."

"are you asking me if you can try again?"

"i'm begging you to let me try again," he pleads, taking your hands in his. they're rough and calloused and familiar and safe. "please."

your eyes sparkle and you stand unexpectedly, moving to rummage around in the fridge and kitchen cabinets. when you get back, you're holding a bowl of what he can only assume is bakugo's cold soba. you place it in front of him and settle into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you grab the tv remote. with a satisfied smile, he opens his chopsticks and looks down at the bowl.

baby blue with red and white hearts.

if you enjoy my writing and would like to support me, you can buy me a coffee on my ko-fi! commissions and nsfw requests can be sent through my fiverr! you can also check out my full masterlist here :)

[genderless-naper]

hard worker

trafalgar law x gf!reader

sfw! lil drabble, wc: 900

↳ requested! lowercase intended!

being just as dedicated as your boyfriend is with work often times leaves you forgetting to take care of yourself, so law tends to keep an eye out to help you when you need it

law would be the first to understand how addicting it can be to be fully submerged in your work. he saw a reflection of himself when he saw you on the other end of the room working your way through books and to-do lists. additionally, he also knew how annoying it was to be interrupted during moments when you’re fully locked in on work. he knew all these feelings too well.

yet he can never help himself from trying to get you to stop.

seeing your messy hair and tired eyes pulls on his heart strings. he admired your dedication, but a small part of him hated it because he had to see you suffer from it. arguably the worst part would be how you never admitted it.

law stood from his desk to approach yours. the sound of the heel of his boot would echo with every board he stepped on. you decide to look up once you hear the heel-thumps stop in front of your desk. you flashed a tired smile at your lover then resumed your attention back to your work.

law cleared his throat to alert you that he wanted the same attention which was being occupied by papers. you look up and respond with a simple hum waiting for what he has to say. now he was put on the spot, but he didn’t quite understand how to form the words that could express his thoughts.

he quickly blurted out without much thought, “just stop it.”

you tilt your head slightly in confusion, “did i do something wrong law? i was just doing my w-“

law slowly shook his head while looking unsure of what to say next, “nothing is wrong. i think you should just stop with your work for tonight. you know.. take a break.”

you couldn’t help but to laugh. you figured law telling you this was some sort of comedic relief. it was ironic hearing such a thing from someone whose first horrible habit was his work ethics, and second would be his caffeine consumption because of his work ethics.

regardless, you waved him off and continued your work, “i’ll go whenever i finish this final task. i’ll be quick.”

law crossed his arms unsatisfied with your response, “just finish it tomorrow y/n-ya”

you shook your head immediately. it was noticeable that your attention was slipping back to your work. he observed you as you yawned, rubbed your eyes, heard your stomach growl, and saw you shivering.

he knew you were to busy to take care of yourself, so he would have to do it for you.

he went to your shared quarters to get you your favorite sweatshirt. then he made his way to the kitchen to fix you something light before bed. he made his way back to the shared research space.

he pulled your chair away from the desk which earned a suspicious glare from you. he tried to soften his tone knowing it was the best way to get you to listen to what he has to say, “you need to wear this. you’re freezing baby.”

law helps you wear your sweatshirt even though you protest heavily against it. you repeatedly stated how you just want to finish your last task, and how he was getting in the way. he was not giving in to your demands anytime soon.

he hands you a plate of food and a glass of milk, “you need to eat something as well.”

you look at the contents of the plate. you slightly laughed as you examine the pb&j sandwich with a few cookies on the plate, “seriously law?” you couldn’t tell if he was making a joke out of this or not.

his stance said otherwise. his tried his best to keep his demeanor, but he couldn’t help to feel quite embarrassed because of your sudden laughs. he mumbled as he kept his gaze focused on the ground, “it was either that or cereal y/n..”

a slight red crept up his face. you knew the poor man in front of you just wanted you to be taken care of.

after much consideration you decide to eat the “meal” presented to you. you watched as his whole demeanor changed to satisfied. if you looked any closer you could see a faint smile ghosting his lips. as you make your way through the food you see law starting the clear your desk in an orderly fashion. he made sure to put all your materials on one side of the desk in an organized respectful way, “it’ll all be ready for you tomorrow, so theres no need to continue your work.”

you hummed as you continued eating. after finishing and resting the plate you look back to the tattooed man, “if i’m taking a break then so are you.”

law immediately shook his head, “i have a lot of work to finish y/n.”

you rolled your eyes dramatically, “you’re such a hypocrite!” you made your way to his desk to give it the same organizational treatment as he gave your things. it was only fair he followed the rules he was imposing on you.

you ignored the responses from the man as you grab his arm to pull him out the office. being that you two barely take care of yourselves while you work meant having to look out for each other. you both couldn’t be more thankful for each other since you both fulfilled each others needs so well.

[byechristopher]

pleaseee a fic where chris comforts and makes love to reader, i love ur writing

Beautiful Girl.

–CHRIS STURNIOLO FLUFF & SMUT.

Author's note: thank you for the request, lovely. I really needed some fluff as well so, here you go, I hope you guys like it. Didn't proof read. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: smut, not the filth i usually write but still smut, so minors dni!

Is this the worst day I've ever had at work? It could possibly be. The phones wouldn't stop ringing, people wouldn't stop yelling, unhappy customers kept staring, just chaos. I tried so many times to calm down but every time someone came and just straight up ruined it.

My stomach is empty, I haven't had the chance to have any food today, nor coffee. I honestly don't know how I survived. But even with an empty stomach, I am so stressed, so overwhelmed, that I go home straight away.

I open the door – Chris is sitting on the couch, controller is his hands, his bottom lips trapped in between his teeth to stay focused. I look around and the apartment is a mess. I slam the door behind me and throw my bag on the couch, starting to pick all the mess that Chris has made in swift motions without saying a single word.

"Baby? Hi!" he says and glances at me, not realizing that I'm clearing up the mess like a crazy woman. When he does, he immediately switches off the TV and sits up to come closer to me.

"Woah there, Mr. Clean.." he tries to joke. He hasn't seen the look on my face yet but when he does, I know it, because the playful smile is no longer on his face, "baby, what's going on?"

"Chris. I know we just fucking moved in together but you can clean up too while I'm at work! I'm not your mother!" I yell, frustrated, I haven't stopped my crazy-cleaning.

"Baby, I know, I'm sorry. I lost track of time but I would clean up after the game, I swear." he keeps his voice quiet, he knows I could burst into tears any second now. He comes closer and I shoot him a warning glare, wiping the table like a maniac.

"No! Don't touch me, Chris!" I warn but he doesn't care. He carefully grabs my arms, pulling me into a hug and no matter how much I struggle to get out, when I hear his "baby, come here, I've got you..." I burst into tears, fully giving in his hug.

"Listen to me, I need you to breathe, let it all out, okay?" he whispers and I hold onto him for dear life. My fingers are digging into the fabric of his shirt, my face buried in his chest, making it wet with tears.

"I just.. had the worst day at work and everyone was so fucking rude, and now I'm a bitch to you, and.. I can't handle it." I cry, and cry, and cry.

"It's fine, baby. Completely normal. You had a bad day at work but you're here now, hm?" his hand is on my back, rubbing it soothingly and even by that, I feel less overwhelmed than I did a minute ago, "let me take care of you."

"Chris, I was so useless today, I.. there was nothing I could do, I stared at the customers like a complete dumbass because the boss decided to be a little bitch today!" I rant and his hand is now on the back of my head, fingers buried into my soft hair as he plays with it.

"Your boss is always a little bitch." he chuckles and places a soft kiss on my head, "you said it yourself, babe, there was nothing you could do. It's not on you. Plus, you're the most hard-working woman I know. You can never be useless." he kisses my forehead.

"Now, come on. I've made lunch." he drags me to the kitchen and I look at him.

"You did? What'd you make?" I can practically hear my stomach saying thanks to Chris.

"Spaghetti with that sauce that you taught me, and vegetables. Just how you like it." he grins as he makes me sit at the table, quickly placing a plate in front of me and stroking my head, "now eat up, I've already had lunch but I'll stay with you." he smiles, wiping my tear-stained cheeks.

I want to cry again, not because of work this time, but because of my beautiful boyfriend, "thank you.. so much.." I mutter, a little ashamed of my previous outburst.

When I finished my food, he made us take a shower together where he carefully shampooed my hair, washed my body, kissed it everywhere. He covered me in fluffy towels and carried me to bed, showing me that beautiful smile of his the whole time. How'd I get so lucky?

His fingers touch me so carefully, so gently when he removes the towel to reveal my bare body. I look at him and I get lost in his eyes again, I don't even remember how much I supposedly despised this day.

"You're so beautiful." he whispers and he turns me around, offering to massage my shoulders. He lets me lay on the bed comfortably and sits beside me, massaging my back, squeezing my shoulders, my arms, tickling me every now and then. I really am lucky.

"Chris, I missed you so much today." I mumble, my cheek pressed against the mattress, my eyes closed.

"I missed you too. So much." his lips are now pressed against my back, leaving kisses all over it. Every inch of my body. Down to my legs, everywhere.

I slowly turn around to be able to face him, we're both naked, but he's only looking into my eyes. He seems as lost in them as I am in his. He gently moves himself in between my legs, my warms instinctively wrap themselves around him ans my lips curl up into a sweet smile. His lips find mine and we kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Until we can't breathe anymore. He's kissing my body again, like he's worshipping me, his hands always giving me soothing squeezes.

"Chris.." I look at him and he smiles, grabbing my thighs, placing kisses all over them.

"I know, baby." he says, and I smile.

His lips kiss my body all the way up to my lips and I can't seem to keep my hands to myself. I caress his arms, his back, his curls, his cheeks. Everything I can reach. His fingers travel down to where I need him the most, gently rubbing the area before pushing a finger inside. I gasp.

"Chris.. I need you." I say, moaning softly, my legs wrapping around his waist, not wanting to let him go.

"Just needed to make sure it won't hurt." he smiles before taking his finger out, leaning in to leave another kiss on my lips.

I can feel my heart filling with a warm feeling; not just because of the words he said, but because he's now pushing inside of me. And I lose it. His mouth falls open in a silent moan as he presses his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes the whole time. I'm trying to keep my eyes open, because the things I'm feeling right now, cannot be explained with words.

My hands bury themselves in his damp hair, soft moans leaving my lips every now and then, my feet digging into his back. I can feel myself clenching around him as he fills me with that warm feeling over and over again.

"I love you.. so much, fuck.." he mutters, pushing deeper inside of me as he makes sweet love to me, supporting himself on his elbows as he pushes my hair away from my face, kissing it.

"I love you too, baby.." I whisper, my nails digging into his skin.

"Look at me.." he moans, his hands cup my cheeks to keep my head in place as he thrusts into me, "such a beautiful girl.."

I can't even say anything – instead, I do exactly that. I look at him. I hold onto him. I moan his name, chant it like a mantra. My breasts are pressed against his chest, and I can feel his heartbeat.

"I'm gonna.. cum.." I moan, I am so filled with love, warmth.

"Me too, baby.. I'm gonna.. fuck." his thrusts become a little sloppy as we both try to reach our high.

The moment I finish with a loud moan and a tremble, I can feel him finishing too, inside of me. He moans in my mouth and I hold him tight. He's shaking a little as well, his heart beating faster.

"Sorry I was such a bitch earlier. You're the best boyfriend ever. I just had a really bad day, still, that's not an excuse." I mumble against his shoulder, making sure to place a kiss on his skin with every chance I get.

"We all have our bad days, pretty. I'm glad you're better now. I love you very much." he smiles, hugging my waist tightly.

"I love you too, Chris."

[miupow]

toxic tyun baby trapping >:)

You and Taehyun got into it the other day. Screaming cursing, crying, he even broke a vase with the flowers he got you just hours before the argument. Neither of you even remember what it was about. Minds hazy with rage. Once you left your shared apartment is when Taehyun’s mind suddenly cleared up. He hated when you left after an argument, he hated not knowing if you’d come back -you always did- but that uncertainty eats away at him. So, he decides to be the bigger person…

You come back two hours, maybe three hour later, he wasn’t paying attention really. Once you walk in the door he has a new vase, with new flowers and an apologetic smile on his lips. You two quickly make up then make out, because you’re sure make up sex is the only reason you two argue now.

You were sure it was normal make up sex, Taehyun knew it wasn’t. He knows he can’t let you leave, he won’t let you leave again and maybe never walk back in that door, so, a good way to get you to stay is to give you something. Not a ring -not yet anyways- something more permanent, something that’ll stick.

His thrusts are mean, brutal as his swollen and leaky tip presses flush against your cervix every time he bottoms out. He’s already thrown one of your legs over his shoulder, eaten you out and ‘forgot to get more condoms.’ Oopsies…

“I’ll pull out, I promise,” he says convincingly when he first pushes into you. “Fuck…” he rasps at your tight heat wrapping around his aching cock. “Promise, baby.” He grins before railing you into the mattress.

Your thighs burn and shake and your throat is raw from screaming his name. He keeps making you cream his cock until you feel loopy in the best way possible then he’ll put his plan in motion… He does just that. Makes you dumb on his cock before saying, “too tight, can’t pull out.” He says with faux concern. In your state of pure bliss you dumbly nod along with him because that makes perfect sense of course. “Gotta cum inside,” he gives you that fake pout like he isn’t dying to fill you up with his thick seed. “That’s ok, isn’t it baby, I’ll give you my babies.” His hips falter and his dick twitches. Your eyes widen slightly at his words but he distracts you with his nimble fingers on your clit. “Give you all my babies.” He grins wickedly as you cum on his dick for the fourth time in the hour. He groans and buries his head in your neck and his cock deep in your soaked cunt. His tip sputters cum against your cervix, in your cunt and it leaks down his dick. He smirks as he hears you gasp when you feel his creamy release coat your insides.

Once you cry and hit his chest and tell him to pull out he’ll just smile at you, because pregnancy hormones do make women emotional…

- sticky cum soobie anon. merry late christmas pookie

i..i’m shocked into silence anon. actually cleaned the plate with this THIS THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE— oh my god toxic situationship tyun who babytraps you to make you his forever… i’m pulling my hair out

scratching n hitting at his chest, cryin n begging for him to pull out… i can’t get enough of babytrapping i think i might be ovulating

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 21

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

As you come home, the house is seemingly empty. You sneak up to the guest room and tuck your bag beside the bed, your apron buried inside. After a long day of steaming milk and trying to perfect your latte art, you don’t have the energy to reveal the truth. It’s better he doesn’t know. He’d agree, he probably doesn’t even care.

That’s your real problem. You just need to accept that other people don’t care as much as you. That’s not a flaw in you, it just means you need to adjust your expectations. Or maybe just see things for what they are. Honesty would save you a lot of disappointment.

You go downstairs and lazily pluck out ingredients from the pantry and fridge. You always found cooking relaxing. A clear goal with small steps. Not to mention, the kitchen is much bigger than your boxy apartment. You’ll enjoy the luxury while you can.

You fill the pot and the aromas mingle fragrantly, tugging at your stomach. Even after tasting nearly every dessert in the cafe, you’re starving. You stir the mixture and open the bag of tortilla chips nestled away in the cupboard.

“Don’t eat those all,” Lloyd startles you.

You look at him over your shoulder, “won’t. They’re just to go with the soup.”

“Soup?” He glances at the stove and you pull down two bowls.

“Tortilla soup. My specialty.”

“Really? I was just going to order from The Duke.”

“That’s expensive,” you say, “there’ll be lots of leftovers so–”

“Leftovers?”

“Save some money–”

“Not really something I’m worried about, baby cakes,” he crosses the kitchen and sniffs emphatically at the stove, “tomato-ey.”

“Well, if you don’t like it, I can freeze it. I’ll take it for lunch–”

“Why are you doing this?” He asks abruptly.

“Why am I… cooking?”

“Yes.”

“Well, because we need to eat,” you say as if it’s obvious.

“We? You’re… not my mother. Or wife.”

“Clearly,” you agree. “I’ll replace the ingredients. Sorry, I just thought… maybe a nice gesture since I’m staying here.”

“Nice gesture. I got a few of those in mind but they don’t include a hot stove.”

You glance over at him. Right, yeah, you’re a body to him, not anything else. You realise now, it was the same with Johnny. You were just a thing to him. You cleaned up, you cooked, but he never really looked after you.

“The soup won’t take long,” you assure him.

He takes a breath and sighs, drawing close, looming over you as you take out the cheese shredder. He watches as you unwrap the cheese and grate it. You don’t know what else to do but keep going. You feel like you’ve crossed some line you can’t see.

“I just want us to be clear,” he taps his fingers on the counter, “this isn’t… serious. Us, I mean. There’s no us. Not outside the bedroom. Got it?”

You frown, “I know that. I’m not stupid. And I certainly am not interested in that.”

He’s quiet as he drags his hand off the counter. He exhales, “good to know. We understand each other.”

“We do,” you nod.

You wrap up the unused cheese. As you do, he reaches to steal a pinch of the shredded cheese. You instinctively swat his hand away and he recoils.

“Eh,” he shoves the cheese in his mouth.

“You didn’t wash your hands,” you accuse him.

“You’ve had worse than my hands near your mouth–”

“Jeez,” you huff, “you’re going to make a mess.” 

You move the plate of cheese across the counter and tidy up the few stray pieces across the counter. You toss them in the pin and take a cloth to wipe down the marble. He lurks, pacing around the kitchen.

“I’ll have extra chips with mine,” he nears the door, pausing as you sense him watching you but don’t look. “I’ll figure out dessert, baby face.”

🍷

The next day you don’t bother making yourself coffee. You’ll have more than your share at the cafe. You dress and leave at the usual time, parking a block away from the shop and walking the rest of the way. 

As you approach, you see Cole ahead of you. He unlocks the front door and glances over with a smile. He waves as he tugs with his other hand. He turns his attention back to the door and struggles to dislodge the keys.

You come close and watch him wiggle and jiggle the key ring.

“Dang thing gets stuck every day,” he shakes his head.

“Can I try?” You offer.

“Sure,” he steps back,throwing his hands up in exasperation, “not as strong as I look, I guess.”

You don’t comment. He’s tall and even under his corduroy jacket, you can tell he’s in good shape. You grab the end of the key and give it a small wiggle, sliding it out easily. Not much force, just a bit of finesse.

“You don’t have to be strong,” you offer him the keys, “just have to coax it a little.”

“Thanks,” he takes the keys, his fingers brushing yours, “you’re a godsend. I swear. I think… call me crazy, but last night I was telling my ma that you were sent to us for a reason.”

“You did?” You ask as he reaches around you to open the door, waving you in ahead of him.

You enter and he follows, pulling the door shut to lock from the inside.

“Oh, yeah, I mean, I’ve been interviewing like crazy. Most of the staff lasts a day and gives up but I can tell… you’re committed,” his sleeve touches yours as he passes, putting his passenger bag on the countertop as he stretches and looks around, “well, you want a coffee before we go through opening?”

“I’d love that but I can wait if–”

“Nah, we got plenty of time,” he interjects, “besides, that’s one of the steps. We do a batch medium and dark roast before opening so we’re ready to serve when doors open.”

“Oh, makes sense,” you peer around and set to taking the chairs down of the tables and set them right.

“I’ll get those,” he insists, “please. Lady’s shouldn’t be doing all that.”

You hesitate as you place another chair on its legs. You glance over at him as moves behind the counter. The comment isn’t exactly HR friendly but you don’t think he means anything. He’s just the type who likes to wear shining armor. 

“I don’t mind.”

“I do,” he insists as he approaches the till, “come on. Let’s make the coffee.”

You step away from the tables. He is your boss. You go around the counter into the narrow space behind it. You forgot how cramped it is here.

“You wanna put your stuff in my office?” He asks as he prods the bag slung from your shoulder, “I’ll get this warmed up.”

“Oh, I guess…”

Here, the brass key,” he hands over the keyring, “you can leave those on the desk.”

“Right.”

You take the keys and go through the kitchen and turn into the small hallway between that and the storage room. You go to the office door with the peeling paint and the worn side that reads management. This place needs a lot of work.

You let yourself into the office and set the keys on the corner of the desk. You put your coat and bag in the chair against the wall, eyeing the picture of a younger Cole and who you assume are his parents. The backdrop is grassy and bright. He’s smiling that same sunshiny smile. You wonder how he’s held onto that.

You close the door behind you as you head back. You can hear him humming as you come down the hallway. Is that Frankie Valli?

[yutxsgf]

Some Hawks fluff because he's such a dork.

Hawks catches Reader sobbing over some low-level punk partner.

Cw; fluff, Hawks x Reader, light hurt & comfort, GN!Reader

Every flash of that vivid fight is what keeps your tears fresh and flowing, slipping down your slightly chubby cheeks as you curl up deeper into the couch you've practically grown into.

It's been about 3 days since you've last seen the sunlight, depression hitting you like a bus after being dumped by someone who you thought was the love of your life. Yikes, never making that mistake again, huh?

The bags under your eyes more vibrant and visible than ever, the small cartons and plates of fast food places from whenever you would starve yourself to the point you were so hungry you were tempted to eat yourself.

To put it simply, everything went to shit for you. And you honestly couldn't care about anything right now, even the soft glow of your phone and the constant buzzing of notifications vibrating your coffee table.

All you wanted to do was mope, cry, mope some more, cry some more, sob, eat if really necessary, cr—

SLAM!

"Y/n!?"

You flinched at the sound of a familiar voice, one you didn't expect to hear at all at a time like this. You slowly pulled the blanket just below your eyes to make sure it was the person you were thinking of.

And sure enough, red apple colored wings along with a small flurry of feathers immediately captured your attention from across the living room.

"Hawks..?"

His head immediately snaps towards you before he came rushing to your slump figure on the couch.

"Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Why aren't you answering any of my texts?" The hero panicked, placing a hand just on your jawline, gently leading you up to look at him.

"Slow down." You mumble, yawning before slowly and reluctantly getting up from your dent in the sofa.

"Sorry, okay.. What's going on baby bird..?"

"Nothing."

"You know I know what you mean when you say that, c'mon now, I know you better than that songbird."

You grumble quietly before sighing and finally looking into his golden-brown eyes.

"They dumped me."

"What?"

"They dumped me."

He froze, simply zoning out before a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes took over his concerned expression.

He quickly shook his head before the frown reappeared. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat and sitting beside you to your left on the sofa with a small grunt.

"I know it hurts, but if I'm being honest about this, as a hero, and as your friend, you seriously shouldn't be doing this to yourself." He lightly scolded before fluttering his wings and wrapping one around your side.

You huffed, yanking your blanket from underneath him. "Not as easy as you think, playboy."

"Hey, I've quit my ways a long time ago." He quipped back, sending a feather to grab your blanket and pin it against the wall nearby.

You gaped before glaring up at him and reluctantly getting up to chase after your blanket.

"Ah, where do you think you're going?" He hummed before pinning your shirt to the sofa with another carmine feather.

You pointed to the blanket, and he chuckled before using his wing to pull you closer, unwinding your shirt in the process. "Listen, how about instead of you moping here, we go out for a little fly and get some fresh fried chicken."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

He silently cheered, pumping his fist down in front of him with a grin. When you gave him a look he cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

"Alright, I'll be a second, I need to do something real quick. Go on and get dressed, baby bird. I'll come get you in 15."

You couldn't help the smile on your face before you nodded and hopped up off the couch for the first time in 7 hours.

A giggle erupted from your lips when Hawks sent a feather to tickle you as a soft see you later. One last playful glare at him and you're off.

And that's when his expression darkened.

"Now, where does that bastard live."

[gucciwins]

Hi! Can you please write one where H faints and reader/bel just panics and is super worried

(It's vice versa from ur last writing)

wrote this with bel and harry in mind but can be read as a stand alone

+

You were concerned that Harry was wearing himself thin. He got up early to work out and ended his days with another session. He was eating less and working more. You were not a fan of this Harry, because as much as you tried to remind him to eat and keep drinking water, he spent more time ignoring you and more time lost in the studio coming home straight to sleep. 

There were moments when he’d remember how busy he was and would apologize for not being more attentive to you, but you understood his commitment and work ethic. You hated seeing him push himself to the brim just to make everyone happy. 

Harry promised you a date night with takeout and a walk around the neighborhood. He assured you he’d come to your house and happily leave work behind. Except, when he walked in, take out in one hand and his phone glued to his ear, you knew that would not be the plan. You set up the food on the dining table as Harry paced around talking to someone about tour plans. You didn’t want to eat without him, but you also didn’t want the food to go cold.

You decided to serve yourself, sitting in your dining room that hosted dinner parties every few weeks as you heard Harry get frustrated. It seemed that his stress only increased with time, which concerned you. He was taking on too much and letting the stress of ensuring everything went perfectly consume him. You had been eating alone for ten minutes when he came in, stress clear on his face. His eyes clouded and frown deep.

“Glad you started eating, Y/N.” He grabs a plate and begins to serve himself. 

You’re not sure if he meant that as a dig or not because you can’t distinguish the tone in his voice. You decide to stay silent and focus on his movements. He moves slower and like he has a million thoughts running through his head.

“Do you feel alright?” You ask, worried. 

“Mhm…” 

Harry doesn’t really eat. He mostly pushes food around on his plate. His phone rings as you finish eating, and he turns it off when you’re about to tell him not to answer. You doubt he did it for you, not with how he’s feeling. 

“H,” you whisper. “What’s wrong?” 

“Head hurts,” he whimpered. 

You know he’s been having headaches more frequently, and you told him it’s his body reacting to not taking care of himself, but he told you that you were silly; he’s in good health. 

Harry pouts, eyes falling closed due to the brightness of the light. “Let’s lay on the couch, baby. I missed you.”

 And just like that, you know he needs you. You brush away all your feelings, thinking he could be upset with you, and instead tell him you’d be right behind him, wanting to throw the dishes in the sink to soak.

“Grab our favorite blanket, and I’ll be right there.” 

He’s slow to get up, and you’re tempted to follow him, but you don’t want him to feel like you’re babying him. As you finish clearing the table, you hear a crash in the living room and hurry to find Harry keeping himself upright by leaning against the bookshelf.

“Harry!” You hurry over, throwing his arm over his shoulder and shifting some of his weight onto you. You try your best to get him to the couch, but it’s like he has no control of his body. “Come on, love. You’ve got to help me here,” you plead. 

You manage to lay him down on the couch. He’s looking at you with a deep frown, and you know he’s not doing well. “Harry,” you breathe out.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, you lean in close to make sure you’ll be able to hear him, but instead, you see his eyes roll and flutter shut.

“Fuck, H. Harry! Harry!” You frantically call his name, begging him to wake up. You’re searching for your phone, calling his name when he whines. It felt like minutes he was out, but it was only a few seconds. 

His breathing is even, and his eyes are focused on you. Tears run down your face, and you do nothing to brush them away. 

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay, H.” Your hand brushes his hair back, and it’s when you notice he’s running warm. This is something serious, and you told Harry that something would happen if he didn’t take care of himself. “I’m going to call a doctor over. Okay, you’ll be okay.” 

“Don’t cry,” he croaks. 

“I’m fine,” you promise him, but you both know you won’t be until you know Harry’s okay. You reach for the water bottle next to the couch, helping Harry sit up so he can have a few sips as you wait for the doctor to arrive. 

Viola had a friend who runs their clinic, and she assures you that it’ll be under wraps no NDAs need to be signed. Your first thought was rushing Harry to the hospital, but you knew if you both showed up, there would be a sighting, and that’s not something either of you needed. As you waited for the doctor to arrive, you sat on the couch holding Harry close, promising him everything would be okay. He didn’t say a word other than to request more water. 

It’s close to half an hour later when the door rings. You welcome Dr. Reyes inside and guide him over to Harry’s side. Introductions are brief, as you stand to the side, carefully listening as Harry describes how long he’s been feeling sick and his recently worsened symptoms. He shares he’s never fainted before but is honestly really tired. 

“I’m going to step away,” you told Harry wanting him to get a bit of privacy in such a vulnerable moment. 

He reached out for your hand before you could move away to the kitchen, “stay, please,” he whispered.

You knew he didn’t like feeling sick or being alone, so you decided to stay because you gave him the option, and he wanted you there. 

“Right, Mr. Styles seems to be in good overall health. No serious illness or head injuries.” Dr. Reyes shares. You let out the breath you were holding, and Harry softened his grip on your hand. “He is, however, showing signs of stress and dehydration. It’s why you’ve been having those headaches. I recommend an overall checkup with your physician in the next few days.” 

Many emotions are swirling through you, but do your best to keep them down because he promised you he was taking care of himself when he clearly has not been. “You’ll need to increase your water and electrolytes intake. No IVs are needed. A good night's rest will do you well.” 

Harry, thanks, Dr. Reynolds. Dr. Reynolds assures you Harry will be better in no time able to not but to have him take it easy on work for now. After walking the doctor out, you’re left alone, wondering what Harry might be thinking if he feels relieved that he’s okay. You’re so lost in your head on what you can do to help him that you miss Harry calling your name.

You shake your head, “sorry, you okay?” 

Harry grimaces, “better.” 

“Are you okay with moving upstairs?” 

He sighs, “are you not going to say anything? 

You look at Harry, staring at the dark purple eyes bags and red eyes. It seems like he hasn’t slept for weeks. It breaks your heart to know he’s been pushing himself so hard. He deserves a break. You hated that he felt he had to do all of this alone. “I-I-I just don’t like that you were going through all this alone. I want to be there for you, but you don’t let me. Not until it was too late, at least.”  

“Baby, this isn’t your fault.” 

You shake your head, stepping away from Harry. “I’m not saying that, Harry. I know it isn’t. We’re a team. We look after each other. You don’t have to do everything alone. It’s okay to ask for help.” 

Harry drops his head, and it’s not until you hear him sniffling that you jump out of the chair and wrap your arms around him. Even with your height difference, he makes himself small, and it breaks your heart. “I’m sorry,” he cries out. “I-I don’t want to let anyone down.” 

“Shhh, my love. Shh. You’re not letting anyone down. We’re so proud of you. Your kindness shines through.” You promise him no one will be upset if he needs to slow down or needs a break. They care about him and want what’s best for him. Harry’s had a rough night; you know going to bed will make him feel better. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. We’ll talk with Jeff and maybe head out to visit your mum. Let her dot on you for a few days.”

“Will you come with me?” He asks in a soft voice.

“Course, love. I won’t leave you. I’m right here with you. I’d follow you to the depths of the Mariana Trenches,” you promise. 

Harry giggles, kissing your cheek. “Thank you, baby. I promise to take care of myself better.” 

You lean in and kiss him, taking a moment to reassure you’re self that he’s okay. That he’s getting better. You rest your forehead against his and smile at his tired eyes.

“It’s all I ask, my love.” 

[sailorluna15]

I finally finished my first work!

Butch!Stone Top Lin Beifong x fem!pillow princess wife reader

warnings: nsfw (18+), oral (reader recieving), angst to smut, fingering, clit rubbing, penetration (strap in vagina, reader recieving), cursing, dirty talk, daddy kink (daddy and papa used).

Lightly beta read! Feed back is greatly appreciated! Send in requests if you want more!

Missing You

The smell of fire noodles and sautéed vegetables fills the air as you sashay around the kitchen, cooking up a storm, waiting on Lin to come home. Since Lin has been spending the last four days at the station, you've been feeling neglected. You understand that her job is very important, but that doesn't negate the empty feeling in your chest and nonexistent sex life. Lin not being at the house for more than 5 minutes has made it super hard for you two to get down and dirty. Everytime you try to get a little quickie in, she pushes you away because she has to get back to the station. It's been killing you and you've had enough.  Toys, wet dreams, your fingers, and sexual fantasies aren't cutting it. You NEED Lin.

Being deep in thought, you didn't hear Lin enter the house. You jump in surprise as you feel the strong, muscular arms of your lover wrap around you. A squeal forces itself out of your body as you turn around and realize who's home. "Lin, you're finally back!", you say as you throw your arms around her neck. She retorts with a raised brow and a lopsided smile, "Finally?", "I've come home to check on you every single day”, she retorts. "Yeah, for like five minutes, you've barely been around and it's been killing me!" with a huff, you wriggle out of her grasp, and start plating the food for dinner. Lin's plate, silverware, and cup clatter onto the table loudly as you haphazardly serve her food to her.  Staring at you with an incredulous look, she wonders what the hell is going on with you. As you eat in silence, Lin tries to figure out a way to go about asking you what's wrong. After several moments pass, and you get up to clear the table, Lin decides that this is the time to strike. While you tried to swiftly grab her plate and speed walk into the kitchen, Lin quickly wrapped her arm around your waist and slid you into her lap. She pulls you closer and whispers into your ear “What's wrong princess?. You mumble back a quick “Nothing’s wrong” and try to get up, but quickly get pulled back down with Lin's grip on you tightening. Heat flares in the bottom half of your body as her words and actions start to work their magic on you. “Princess, what's wrong?”, she says as she gently sucks on your earlobe and presses her hips against your ass, making you feel the thick strap through her armor. You softly moan as you become hyper-aware of how your panties are sticking to your pussy like glue. Lin keeps asking you things like “What's wrong, baby?”, “What did I do Princess?”, “How can I fix it?”, “How can Daddy make it better?”, all while kissing, caressing, and undressing your body.

Before you knew it, you were completely naked, sitting on the edge of the table, facing Lin, moaning like the bitch in heat you are, with two fingers stuffed deep inside your cunt. “It feels so good Daddy,” you moan as you cant your hips up and tilt your head back, trying to match the rhythm of Lin's fingers. Your head is suddenly yanked down by your chin as Lin forces you to stare in her eyes. “What's wrong, baby?” “Let Daddy know so she can fix it”. You shake your head no, still feeling angry and hurt about all the times you fingered yourself and found no relief because Lin felt work was more important than you. About all the times you ate the dinner table by yourself. About all the times you cried yourself to sleep alone in your bed, missing the person you love the most. Lin pulled her fingers out of you and licked them clean. Your eyes tear up at the empty feeling, a stark reminder of what you've been going through these past couple of days. Lin wipes your tears as they trickle down your face. With all the desperation in the world, Lin asks “Y/N, please talk to me.” Just like that, the dam broke as sobs racked your body. Through tears, you blubber about how sad and lonely you've been without Lin. “Oh lovely, I'm sorry,” “I should've known,” she says as she wraps your legs and arms around her body and carries you to the living room.

She grabs tissues from the coffee table, sits you both down onto the couch, and starts to wipe your face. She rubs your back and continues to wipe your tears away until your sniffles finally cease. The silence slowly breaks down as you and Lin converse back and forth about her coming home more and spending time with you. “I'll come home no later than 7 pm unless it's an absolute emergency.”, “You promise?”, “I promise.”, “And no more doing work at home”, “Alright, no work at home”, “But no more holding in your feelings, if you need me, you have to let me know.”, “I can't fix it what you don't tell me”, “Okay, I'll try to communicate what I need from you from now on.”, “Thank you.”  Silence fills the air again as you two settle comfortably into each other. You're shifting your body to the right when you feel something poking your butt. Your face screws up in confusion as you wiggle your hips again, trying to figure out what's under you. Lin grabs your hips and chuckles just as the solution to your confusion smacks you in the face. “I forgot I had that on,” Lin says with a smirk. Warmth starts to spread its way throughout your honeypot, jogging many memories of what went down at the table. “Lin, I need you”, opening your legs as you start to rub little circles on your clit. “I need you to fix it, Daddy”, you say with a whimper and a pout. Strong hands snake down your body as Lin picks you up out of your lap and sits you on the couch.

She kneels in front of you and begins to make love to your pussy. She sucks on your beautiful, meaty lips and kisses your long, puffy hood. Quivers rack your body as Lin sucks your clit while sticking her tongue inside you. “Does that feel good?” Lin muffles from below. “Yes Papa, feels so good,” you say  while pushing her face closer. The affirmations revs Lin up even more. She shoves her face even deeper and ups her assault on your pussy. Your moans fill the air as you start getting close. “I'm so close baby, please don't stop”, you whine.  You can feel Lin smiling against you when she asks, “What do you need from me baby, tell me, tell Daddy.”. With a loud moan, your head tilts back and you choke out “I need to come, Daddy, I need to come so bad.”. “You want to come, princess?” Lin utters back to you while sucking hard on your clit and pressing hard on your G-spot. You scream back in pleasure a loud “Yes!” as you squeeze around Lin's fingers. “Do it then, baby.” Lin responds smugly, “Let go.”. As soon as you heard that, you started to cream, shake, and scream in ecstasy. Your entire body racks with shakes as your head shoots back with your eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open. These waves of pleasure made you blind to everything around you. Finally, after what felt like a delicious forever, you came to reality. You pull your head up and open your eyes to Lin looking down on you smiling softly in her wife beater and a pair of sweatpants. You definitely don't miss the bulge in her pants where your second orgasm awaits.

Lifting your face up by your chin, Lin starts softly kissing your beautiful lips. The kisses grow more and more passionate as Lin climbs on top of you. “Make love to me.” , you whisper lovingly. Lin softly touches your foreheads together as she pulls out her strap. She teases your entrance by rubbing the tip of the strap against your lips. Taking her time, she slowly pushes the strap in and out, coating it in your juices. Finally, she pushes it in all the way until your hips are flush together. Your eyes make contact with hers and you nod your head yes, signaling your consent. With that one gesture, she starts thrusting in and out of you, in the exact way she knows you like it. Fast, rough, and deep. The only sounds in the room are Lin's dirty words, your angelic moans, and the filthy sound of your wet cunt getting absolutely fucking destroyed. “You like it when I fuck you like a dirty whore?” Lin grunts out as she pushes your legs to your shoulders. “Yes, I love it when you fuck me like a dirty whore!”, You scream out. “You hear your pretty, wet pussy making all that noise baby?” “You hear what I do to you?” Lin questions. Enthusiastically, you reply back, “Yes, yes I hear it, you're the only one who gets my pussy this wet!” You moan out. “The only one, Papa!”. Lin laughs in pleasure as she continues to drive her hips deeper inside of you. You moans get louder and louder and Lin gets faster and faster. you throw your hands out and bring Lin close so that y'all are chest to chest. She moves her hands to behind your knees in order to keep your legs against your shoulders. You feel your pussy throbbing as you start to get closer. “I'm so close, I'm gonna cum.” you choke out. “Lin, I love you so much.”, you say with all the love in your heart. The side of Lin's face presses into your as emotion overcomes her, “I love you too angel, you're the center of my universe, the essence of my being.”

Rhapsodies dance throughout Lin's body as she watches you orgasm. This is always her favorite part. People always wonder how she can derive so much pleasure from giving to you and getting nothing back, but they'll never get it. They'll never understand the emotional intoxication she gains from you cumming. How your abs tighten, breast jiggle, nipples harden, and pussy plumpen with delectation. After coming down from the heavenly cosmos, Lin cleans you, the strap, and the couch up. You take your time getting up, sore from your favorite couple's activity, so that you can make your way to the bedroom bathroom.

When you get in there, you quickly take a shower and get dressed so that you could give Lin some much deserved aftercare. Like a wind whirl, you speedily started a fancy bubble bath filled with epsom salt, rose petals, essential oils, the whole shebang. Your lighting candles and putting 50s classics when Lin makes her presence known. Leaning against the doorframe, looking sexy like she always does, asks you “What are you doing?”. You respond nonchalantly, “Giving you aftercare.” Lin groans and rolls her eyes, saying “How many times do I need to tell you , I don't need aftercare.” Rolling your eyes back, you gently grab Lin and tell her “Everybody needs aftercare, even you.”. Kissing her with all the love and gentleness in the world, you undress her and lead her into the bath. 

You take all pins out of her hair and begin to give her a full body massage. She relaxes the bath and murmurs a low, soft “Thank you.”. WIthout hesitation, you reply "You never have to thank me for taking care of you, I love you.” 

[blushyeleven]

tickletober - DAY 27

picky

…………………………………………………….

this fic includes age regression!!

summary: y/n age regresses and is all little and isn’t the biggest fan of vegtables, that is until renee promises her with the reward of tickles.

characters: lee!littley/n, ler!renee

warnings: age regression, tickles

a/n: I chose this from another list because I had a better idea, also renees favourite nickname is ‘angel’ because of her album, snow angel. idk it was just adorable to me and this fic nearly made me smile and it’s just so ahhhh

𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵

you curl up on the couch, clutching a plush blanket and watching cartoons. it’s been one of those days where you feel smaller, softer, and somehow, all your favorite shows seem even more colorful. renee notices right away, giving you a warm smile and making sure you’re as comfy as possible. she drapes an extra blanket over you, making a cozy little cocoon, and asks, “how’s my little one doing? hungry for dinner?”

you nod a little bit with the same adorable smile you always gave her when you were a lot smaller, “hmm.. how about chicken nuggets chips and peas?” well, the first half was promising.. but when she mentioned the small round chewy green things you scrunched your face in in displeasure. “vegetables?” you whine, looking up at her with a pout and that twinkle in your eyes that she could almost never say no to, almost. she chuckles softly, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

“yes, veggies. I know their not your favourite but tell you what, if you eat all of them, I’ll give you tickles after” she promised, her tone playful, genuine and sweet. it was a knowing fact that if she dangled the promise of tickles Infront of your face, it was practically a free pass to convince you to do whatever.

you perk up immediately at the thought of tickles, excitement bubbling up. “really?” you ask innocently and excited, forgetting about the dreaded vegetables for a moment.

“really” she nods, laughing. “now you sit tight and keep watching your show. i’ll call you when everything’s ready sweetie.”

you settle back in, occasionally glancing toward the kitchen, listening to the soft clinks and clatters as renee prepares dinner. before long, she calls you over, and you make your way to the table, eyeing the plate with caution, using your fork to push around the peas, your tounge pushed part your lips, not liking the look of them.. and imagining the horrible earthy taste they leave in your mouth. no kid should ever have to be forced to put up with that unpleasant taste. renee sets a gentle hand on your shoulder and says, “remember our deal, okay? tickles if you finish up.”

despite your initial reluctance, the thought of tickles makes the veggies seem a little more manageable, and you begin eating, one bite at a time. renee sits next to you, chatting in that calm, comforting way that makes everything feel just a bit easier. soon enough, you’ve finished your meal, giving her a triumphant , proud smile.

“good job baby” she cheers, clearing the table as you hop back to the couch, happily returning to your cartoons.

a few moments later, renee joins you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “hmm.. since you did such a good job.. I think it’s time for your reward” she asks, reaching over to lightly poke your side, just lightly starting off with a few prods

it was milliseconds before you erupt into a fit of adorable and squeaky giggles, laying on your back, the ticklishness somehow even more intense. it always did when you were in your little mindset, every sensation and emotions was always heightened, making tickles all the more fun and enjoyable. “hehehehey!!” you giggle out adorably, in the childlike and innocent tone that renee always adored. you wiggle around and kick your legs, not even attempting to escape as the whole time you have the silliest smile on your face. but renee’s gentle fingers follow, lightly tracing over your sides, her fingertips lightly dancing over the sensitive skin. “rehehehenee! it tihihickles!” you squeak out, curled up underneath her touch, making you a-pear a lot smaller.

“oh, i know angel” she chuckles, her wriggly fingers crawling up to your ribs, only making your giggles increase as they are filled with nothing but happiness and delight “you just love tickles, don’t you cutie?”

you can barely answer through the squeals, twisting and squirming under her touch. but never in agony, more of an instinct. “nohohoho!!” you fake protest with a smile, just deliberately being cheeky because it was fun. “no?” she echoes with a smile “are you sure angel? because I think you do! they make you so happy and always get you so giggly and I love it!” she speaks with a genuinely sweet voice, absolutely loving how adorable you got in your little space.

“nuhuhuh uhuhuhhh!!” you deny again, the cheeky smile still prominent on your face, I mean, there was no doubt about it, you loved tickles and both of you knew that. it was just fun to deny it and be mischievous about it. “oh really? not even when I do this?” and in that moment her hands dip under your arms, her fingers gently clawing at the skin underneath. electing more squeaks and adorable noises to follow out of your mouth. “HAHAHA NAE!!” you shriek, calling her the nickname that you always did, especially when you were little. it was her personal favourite. your giggles intensified as your legs began kicking more. your armpits always being unbearable and ridiculously sensitive, and renee knowing this she rarely ever spent to long tickling you there whilst you were regressed, not wanting to overwhelm you as it pretty much sent you into a frenzy, every. single. time. “awh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing ever?” the blonde rhetorically asked, seeing you curled up with the widest stretch of a smile on your face as the endless giggling poured out. “HEHEHAHAHA!!” your nose scrunches up, your arms clenched to your side in a half hearted attempt to block out her tickly fingers from being let in.

“is that too tickly baby?” she asked to which you nodded and she scooped you up, placing you in her lap as her fingertips then moved to your stomach, scratching softly as your shirt bunched up beneath her fingers, your giggles never ceasing, but not being as powerful as before. “eeek! bahahahaha!!” your head rested against her chest, every sound that escaped your lips was practically music to her ears and she longed to hear it all the time. so innocent and adorable.

it was only when your little laughs became more spaced out and breathless when she haunted, retracting her fingers to instead brush out the lingering hairs on your face and tucking your hair behind your ears. your face warm from all the laughter as a few giggles still remained aswell as your smile. the familiar tingly feeling rushing through your body. she then lightly rubs your stomach with her fingers, to remove the phantom tickles, but even this small movement was enough to tickle you as you tense a little, causing reneé to look down at you with a smile of her own. her arms embracing you as you were in her lap, wrapping around you and securing you there.

“you okay after that angel? that was quite a lot of tickles” she asks, her voice soft as she cradles you. you nod, still smiling. “y-yeah! thankyou nae!” you reply sweetly, causing the blonde to coo, “always sweetie”

she pulls you close, wrapping an arm around you. “i love taking care of you baby, it’s like the best blessing I could ever ask for” she whispers, cuddling you closer and you feel your heart swell with warmth. “I- I love you nae” your little innocent voice spoke up “I love you more, my sweet little angel.”

[awildaspenappeared]

Day 3 of @traumas-tmntober-2024 Starvation:

Of Hunger And Heart

Words: 1802

Being raised in the dark sewers by a previously human rat mutant wasn't a recipe that lended well to healthy eating habits. Mikey is often underesrimated but his observation skills were always brilliant even as a small child who couldn't convey his feelings nor findings properly.

So he vompensated in a different way.

OR

Why Mikey will eat anything.

Michelangelo hadn't always been considered a glutton. Someone who would eat anything whether it was edible or not. He had picked this trait up very early on, however.

His earliest memories were shrouded in. darkness. It was also cold and wet and the walls echoed any noise that was made. The echoes of growling stomachs and soft whines were deafening and he could remember holding his hands against his tympanum to stop it.

That made hearing his father's quiet crying and lack of presence ever more obvious, at least to him. Raphie and Lee and DeeDee were still asleep in the turtle pile but Mikey was a light sleeper and his Chichi's fur and warmth was gone.

Mikey didn't get out from under his siblings even though he desperately wanted to. Mikey never sought out his papa or told him he'd witnessed many moments like this. Times where in the dim light he could make out the hunched form of their sensei holding his keepsakes from his first family or quietly counting tins of food.

It wasn't easy to see with the streaks of the far away streetlamp that his younger self had dubbed 'the mini sun,’ either. It was in this low light surrounded by his brothers that he had made the decision to be as helpful as he could. Whilst watching them play he'd keep him distracted, drawing him out of that hauntingly distant look. He would demand his attention and affection to keep him in the moment. He knew it upset Chichi when he was awake late at night. So, he would make up for the sad nights by getting up early to babble and take his mind off of what was upsetting him.

Most of all, Michelangelo would never refuse any food he was given. Unlike Raphie who would refuse foods that looked gross or he knew would taste weird, or Dee, who had cemented what he liked early on and never even tried anything new. He never complained about the food like Lee used to. He always ate without fuss.

Human food was difficult to attain for Sensei but he had tried when they were learning to turtle. He couldn't get money so he was forced to steal for what they needed, which he still tried to do in the most honourable way. He only took the bare minimum and he usually took what was already going to be thrown out and wasted.

It still proved too difficult to sustain. Having 4 babies to keep an eye on as he gathered blankets and formula and avoided witnesses and the sparse cameras was difficult enough but the danger of leaving his toddlers in the sewers as he scavenged alone made it even harder. Especially with some of the events going on at the time.

Mikey hadn't known any of this back then but there was a clear difference from seeing their father disappear every few nights to only seeing him leave once every few weeks, his shoulders taut with stress and exhaustion. Instead, often taking them throughout the sewers to collect sewer water and algae.

Mikey had loved the little bucket he had that was decorated with small painted pictures that he'd use to carry water and algae. He'd help Splinter separate the algae to be stored and to crush eggshells every now and then for the calcium. He did this whilst balancing precariously on the rickety chair they had found on the side of a road to reach the table that Splinter had rebuilt when it'd been thrown out with the bins.

He had first learnt to cook with his Chichi. Well, cooking was a loose term for everything they were doing. He wasn't allowed too close to the fire but Dee was because he was being taught how to purify the water so they could drink it. Instead, papa spent hours teaching him how to cure and plate and make the algae more palatable and something to do with hydraulics and his skills only expanded with age.

Mikey was the algae's biggest advocate. Chichi didn't love it but he bit his tongue and ate all of Mikey's dishes without a word and he was ever so grateful. That confidence and trust was what he needed.

Leo followed eventually, looking up to their Chichiue more and more and copying him but he still didn't find enjoyment from eating this food. Mikey had long banned him from the kitchen the few times he'd try to do something and destroyed parts of his kitchen. That boy could burn water and they did not have the resources for that!

Donnie didn't ever have anything nice to say about the algae but he'd usually hold his beak when Master Splinter ate with them. He only ate what was nutritionally required and sometimes not even that when he was cooped up in his lab. He'd snuck a few bits of lettuce at times, Mikey noted.

Raph ate the least of his food. He picked at it, threw it at his siblings and fed it to Mikey's favourite turtle at-the-time: Spike. That was why when Mikey was old enough he would always beg Sensei with his best puppy dog eyes if he could grab lettuce if nothing else. Raph would show his gratefulness with soft noogies and a quick thanks and less moaning about the food directly after. The first time he even let Miley look at his comics!

Mikey didn't like the algae either though but he didn't truly realise until he had that first slice of pizza on their 15th mutation day. Mikey didn't realise how hungry he was until that first greasy slice hit his tongue. The cheese stretched and clung to his teeth, the warmth of the dough filling his stomach like nothing ever had before. It was like tasting joy for the first time. Just having enough would never be the same.

Mikey didn't handle the change from no real food to having so much of it that well. He probably took advantage of April's kindness those first few months asking for outlandish ingredients and amounts of so many new foods. He finally got to cook! He got to make food his family actually enjoyed. He got to experiment with wild concoctions.

Mikey was hooked on seeing his family's eyes light up at his dishes and come running when the smell of food wafted out of the kitchen. He got genuine compliments and felt useful to the team!

There was another problem, however. He started hoarding food and snacks in his room and silently panicking when the hunger pangs returned. Suddenly, going without food like during times when they were held hostage or just on a long patrol were even harder even though he knew he had gone days without anything when he was much younger. A few hours shouldn't scare him so much. It was a weakness he hid and buried deep down.

He and Casey often hung out in his room reading comics and holding their own really bad karaoke sessions or planning skating routes. Sometimes Mondo joined in. He hadn't expected Casey to find his stash when he hadn't before in all the times they'd hung out in his room.

Casey had held Michelangelo tightly and stayed quiet for a while until he dropped the bomb on him. “I understand.”

Mikey may be more in touch with his emotions than his brother's but he still wasn't a cry baby. Though he isn't afraid to admit that he ugly sobbed into Casey's shoulder and got snot everywhere.

Once he had settled down, Casey had promised not to tell the others so long as he spoke to his dad and let him clean the food out. Mikey agreed and Casey got to work. He didn't ask Mikey to throw out the food Casey could tell he was itching to hide it again. Instead Casey took the fresh produce and binned it. Mikey jumped in at first unable to let go of the food. What if they needed it? The apple was only a little rotten, it could sustain him for a bit if they couldn't get more food. He couldn't just waste it! Casey gently wrestled it out of his hands and sat him down.

“You know how shitty my sperm-donor is? Well he wasn't good at buying food for his offspring either. We don't usually have food I can hide but whenever there's free food handouts or some food going out of date I could take or Murakami's leftovers Ianaged to store up I'd hide em. They'd be gone within a few hours if I put them in the kitchen and not cause my little sister had eaten it either.” Casey stopped for a moment to breathe. He wrapped an arm between the lip of Mikey's carapace and his neck and pulled him closer.

“What I'm trying to say is you deserve better and this food is gonna get you ill. I'm not saying go cold turkey but leave the stuff that goes off out of your room. You hear me?” Casey grinned at that last but, using his other arm to lightly punch Mike's arm. The giggle that was pulled out of him had them in a better mood, joking as they continued.

Mikey still itched to stop Casey touching his hoard but he stayed disciplined and forced himself to watch as Casey finished binning all the gone-off food and placing the snacks that wouldn't go out if date or at least soon in a little box. He'd also taken the random bits like the tin if kidney beans out. It overwhelmed Mikey even though he hadn't actually done anything but everything felt so big and strange.

Mikey put the small box under his bed and hugged Casey again. He felt so lucky one of his best friends cared so much, hadn't judged him, and let him keep some snacks. He forgot he had promised to talk to his papa until Casey mentioned he'd ask about it the next time he came over.

Mikey was thoroughly stuffed. That was not going to go well but he decided that was a tomorrow Mikey problem. For now, Mikey was going to make sure Dee had eaten and then maybe head to bed.

He felt lighter and anxious all at once and it was a feeling he felt was best slept off. Maybe he could put off talking to Sensei if he talked to Casey about it instead.

How could he tell Chichi that, despite all his sacrifices, it hadn't been enough? That they had still gone hungry? He wouldn't do that to him. He couldn't bear to hurt him like that.

The thought was forced out of his mind as he dragged open the lab's sliding door.

Hello!!! Thanks for making it this far, I appreciate it and hope you enjoyed it!! This fic is very personal to me and a lot of it is my own projections adapted to fit my child: Mikey!

Chichi and Chichue both are japanese endearments for father that I believe the tots would use more than sensei and Mikey would still use as he does Papa in the show.

Mikey mentions hyrdaulics but he's actually misinterpreted this as its hydrolisis, one of the ways algae is treated and the egg shells are actually for the calcium carbonate needed.

I have so many little tidbits in these fics I add in like Casey having a little sister and using his IDW backstory as inspiration for Casey's backstory. Also a lot of these are headcanons that are reflected in fanfics like Hey Sunshine by @leadenn (my favourite fanfic series!! sorry for the tag but its so worth the read!) and I'd love to hear about my writing criticisms and all from those who bothered to read it!!! Thanks for listening to my tangent, enjoy yourselves!!

Edit: Tyyy so much to my mate who beta read this just as I posted and pointed out a few mistakes, theyve been fixed now!!

[aching-tummies]

As I walk in from another day of work I see you once again working when your supposed to be resting. Your doing dishes again making sure every single pot and pan is in place. I'm surprised there's any dirty dishes to do with how little you've been eating this last week. As I quietly walk into the kitchen I can tell your definitely still sick. Your tummy still looks visibly bloated even from where I stand. It's like a balloon that's slowly been getting bigger this last week despite how hard it's been to get you to eat anything. I also see your chicken soup sitting on the dinning table. It looks like you've barely had any! "Hey honey I'm home. What did I tell you about letting me do the housework while your sick?" You slowly turn to me and I can tell by the blush on your face your running a fever. You don't say much just "I'm fine" as your tummy let's out an audible groan. "Your belly thinks otherwise you must be hungry" I say as we both sit down at the table. You try and shake your head no but by then I've already got a spoon of soup in your mouth encouraging you to swallow. Slowly but surely I feed you the rest of the soup despite your protest. Just as we finish you let out a wet sounding belch and another moan. I help you stand and see how firm and bloated you belly is. Filled to bursting with soup and everything else it's refused to digest. "I think someone deserves some rubs for finishing all that soup" I wrap my arms around your tummy feeling the rock hard lump of your stomach. "Baby your hands are putting to much pressure on my tummy it doesn't feel good" but I keep rubbing anyway enjoying the groans you and your tummy are making a little to much.

The following is almost exactly how I imagine such a scenario would go in real-life. I'm not exaggerating how I felt when I was sick--my belly really did feel so insanely bloated that I was literally swallowing back sour liquid all day when I was sick. It didn't help that I was so congested and had such a sore throat that the thought of vomiting terrified me because it was a surefire way to suffocate. My bloated belly was taking up too much room and I couldn't get enough air so I was constantly short of breath...had a partner actually tried anything with my belly, I absolutely would have spewed and likely suffocated/drowned due to all that liquid flooding the one path I had left with which to breathe.

You walk in to our shared apartment an note that I'm at the dish-washer, carefully trying to place a stubborn pan with an awkward handle.

“Hey, honey. I'm home. What did I tell you about letting me do the housework while you're sick?”

Even with the obvious fever, it's clear that I'm glaring at you. I quickly grab the pen and notebook on the counter that's been my primary means of communicating since the sickness robbed me of my voice.

'The less you handle my used cups, the better.'

I quickly open the fridge and point out the packed lunch I've set aside in the usual spot for you. I then gesture at the slow-cooker with a singular portion within it on the keep-warm function on the kitchen counter.

“I'll eat now.” You inform me.

I nod and begin plating up your meal, ladling the curry over a portion of rice and setting the plate on the kitchen table. I move to remove the cooled bowl of chicken broth that I gave up trying to eat some time ago. My stomach grumbles angrily, sickly and bloated despite the fact that I have yet to eat anything today.

“Was that your stomach? Sit.” You call out.

I shake my head, but you're already tugging on my arm, dragging me to sit in one of the dining chairs. I set the cold soup back on the table to avoid spilling it. You quickly whisk it away, setting it in the microwave to reheat.

“ N-Not hungry.” I protest, my voice barely sounding beyond the congestion and sore-throat I'm speaking through. I palm at my belly, feeling no give beneath my palm.

“That's just the sickness talking. Appetite or not, you need to eat.” You mutter, coming back with the re-heated soup.

Before I can grab the spoon to feed myself, you've already taken it into your hand and are bringing a spoonful to my lips. I squirm away from it and pat at my tummy, hoping you'll get the message. I wince at the slight jostling to my bloated belly. My stomach is visibly distended and it feels completely full despite the fact that the soup is still in the bowl. I feel very water-logged, as though the soup is already in my belly despite it very clearly being in the bowl. My stomach grumbles angrily at the patting and I quickly stop, swallowing back against the sudden nausea.

I gesture to your dinner, ignored on the other end of the table.

“You first.” You say, leaning closer to continue spoon-feeding me the unwanted soup. “You must be hungry. It's dinner-time, babe. You made this for yourself at 1PM—you sent a picture. Same bowl and everything.” You had left a note, instructing me to text you when I got up and when I got around to eating. Had I not sent proof of being awake and eating, you would have gone out of your way to pick up something on the way home with which to feed to me.

I gag more than a couple of times before the bowl finally empties. Every breath comes with a wet little 'slap' lapping at the back of my throat as I swallow back against the hot liquid trying to escape my bloated tummy.

A short, sharp, and very wet sounding belch erupts from my belly, unbidden. I slap a hand over my mouth, willing myself not to be sick.

“Oh? Is your belly full?” You tease. I nod, one hand still clapped over my mouth and the other resting on the side of my distended belly as I feel the soup tickling at my throat. I feel like a thermometer in a children's science-class—with the liquid-y contents rising and falling rapidly, being manipulated by people that don't care to understand what's actually going on inside. I feel very much like an abused thermometer, like any second now something's going to crack and spew dangerous liquid absolutely everywhere.

“I think someone deserves some tummy rubs. You did so good, finishing all that soup.” You coo at me as you help me stand.

We slowly make our way to the couch. It's a short distance, but it takes us maybe four times as long as normal to reach it as I stumble, cradling my belly and doubling over every time I feel like I'm about to let everything out. 'Bloated' is an understatement for how ridiculously, painfully full my stomach feels. Imagine filling a glass of water to the absolute brim, liquid forming a meniscus just above the rim of the glass. That is basically how my belly feels in this moment—filled to the point of overflowing, with the liquid constantly threatening to spill over as we move across our apartment.

Your hand brushes across my belly and I hiss, moaning as my mouth floods with something hot and salty. You slide your hand over my belly, not really applying any pressure, but even that light touch is enough to disturb the delicate balance inside of me.

“B-Babe...nnngh...t-that really doesn't feel good on my—o-on my—ulp--on my tummy.” I murmur, stopping to swallow back some hot, sour liquid in the middle of my statement. “Ooooh...n-no rubs...p-please? Too much—urp---p-pressure.” I can't believe I'm refusing belly rubs...but I'm too full. My stomach is rock-solid beneath our palms even though it feels like it's full of liquid.

Even the idea of sitting down on the couch in front of us fills me with dread. Bending at the waist at all sounds like a very, very bad idea right now. My belly feels bloated enough to spontaneously rupture all on it's own and I really don't want to test the durability of my stomach. My own hand is barely skimming my clothed belly, careful to be there just to sort of guard my achingly full belly rather than actually touch it.

“Nonsense! There's nothing a little belly rub can't fix!” You exclaim, slapping me playfully on the back as you do so. The shockwave of the slap reverberates through my bloated belly and my mouth floods with hot soup even as you push your other hand incessantly on the achiest part of my belly as you apply what you believe is a sure-fire way to fix my digestive issues. Either way, my stomach has decided that it's done feeling so full-up. Something's going to give, and it's going to give very, very quickly.

[romanestuffsposts]

It’s snowing so much where I am. Can you do a nice snowy day in at home? Tons of fluff and cozyness? Maybe they let her snuggle in their bed? 🥺

Hi there love!

Thank you for the request! I'm sure I post it when the now where you live isn't here anymore so sorry for that ihih ^^

I hope you enjoy and like how i turned it <3

****

Warnings : fluff, snow, play, playful, tease, pet names, giggles, laughters, lots and lots of love and comfort

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

****

Your eyes start to get bigger than ever as you gaze the soft white coat through the window. It's the best surprise you had this week, waking up on a random morning, looking through the window while eating breakfast with your daddies, and seeing the snow all over the garden. You couldn't help but jump out of your seat and run to the window. Since then, you're scotch at the window, your hands don't leave the cold and frosted window nor did your forehead.

You watch every little drop who fall from the sky to the ground adoringly. Your eyes sparkle at the beautiful show playing before you. "Baby, come finish your breakfast" Your Daddy asks for the hundred time since you leave the dinner table.

"But Daddyy" You whine jumping on your feet, your eyes don't leave the outside world. You gasp when you see that the snow starts to form a white carpet on the garden "I'm not gonna repeat myself. Come eat your breakfast" he warns "either way we won't go outside playing. And I know you really want to go outside so don't make me come and get you" he adds sternly.

Your arms drop against your side and you turn around pouting. You walk to your seat with your head low, avoiding eye contact with each of your daddies. You grab your spoon and keep eating your now limp cereal. You feel your daddies's eyes on you the whole time but you just keep looking at your bowl.

When your plate is empty, you push the bowl toward them, you rest your back against your seat and cross your arms on your chest, that's when you finally look up and stare at your daddies with your pouty face while they stare at you too. You hold eyes contact for minutes and even if they intimidates you a lot, you don't give in. You see your Daddy's lips lift up a bit, your Papa starts grinning too "there's our good girl" he says grabbing the empty bowl. You blush and look down at your fingers who are resting on your laps.

"Go and get ready" Your Daddy says with his teasing grin on his face. You look up at him immeditaly and see him nodding his head. You quickly jump out of your seat and walk upstairs. You enter the closet of the bedroom and search for your coat and warm clothes. You run in the bathroom and start to change your pyjama into your new clothes.

Once you're ready, you walk downstairs and go into the living room, you see your Daddy on his phone and your Papa with a book in his hands. You don't have to clear your throat or talking to make them turn their head toward you, the noise your huge coat makes when your arms slide against your sides is enough to announce your arrival.

With one look at you, your daddies burst out laughing making you frown. You look down at you but don't understand what's wrong "whaat ?" You whine curiously. Your Papa puts the back of his hand against his lips to hide his mouth while your Daddy closes his eyes and tries to stop his laughters

You tap your foot on the ground, not knowing how else getting their attention and not knowing what else to say. Your Daddy is the first one who stops laughing and he turns his head to look at you "you're the most adorable girl in the whole entire world, do you know that, Babydoll ?"

You want to frown because you don't understand the connection between everything that's going on since you walked in that room, but your blushy face is stronger than your frown "why you say tha ?" you shyly ask, swinging your hips from left to right.

"You look gorgeous in that outfit, sweetness" your Papa says not helping your blush to ease "but don't you think you need some shoes and socket on your pretty little feet ?" his grin starts to come back on his mouth.

You look down at you and see your feet naked on the cold floor, the only part of skin who is still visible. You giggle softly and see your Daddy standing up to go grab your shoes. You wait for him to come back, he kisses your head on his way to the couch and then go sit down on it. Your Papa pats his laps for you to come sit on them and they try to stop their chuckle when they see you walking with all the warm and huge clothes on you.

He helps you sit on his laps and your Daddy immediatly grabs your ankles and pulls them to him. He slides the sockets on your feet and then your shoes on. He pats your thigh and stands up "Now let's go play" he says with a teasing grin. You gasp and jump off of your Papa's laps. You run to the door and impatiently wait for your daddies to come with you.

You're the first one running outside, your feet dive into the snow who's on the ground and you gasp at the weird feeling. You kneel and grab the snow in your hands, you analyze it and watch it fall from your palm back to the ground. You smile and bite your bottom lip, once the snow is back on the ground you turn around with a huge happy smile who's hidden by a sudden snowball.

You squeal and shake your head to throw away the cold snow on your face, you hear laughters around you as you wipe your face with your hands. When your eyes become visible again, you look in front of you and see your daddies kneeling, their hands on the snow. When they turn around, they wore a devilish smirk, your eyes widen and you gasp before turning around and running away from them.

"You can't get away from us, sweetie" Your Papa yells from behind you. You don't hear the footsteps behind you because of the snow so you decide to turn around to see if they are following you. Bad idea... You trip on your own feet and hurt the ground. You don't have time to get up and run away once again that your daddies are already on you. Your Papa grabs you and sits you on his laps while your Daddy kneels in front of you and start to create a snowball.

Your squirm and try to get away as you keep laughing from the fun you're having. You watch your Daddy coming closer to you and before he can throw the snowball on your face, you grab some snow and yank it at your Papa's face who is still behind you. He gasps and unwraps his arms from around you and wipes his face, you take the chance to get up and run away.

You go in the back of the garden and hide behind a bush, you sit on the ground and try to catch your breath. From the hole in the bush you can see your daddies looking around the garden for you making you giggle. They'll never find you where you are

You start to play with the white branches of the bush, you find it amazing the small snow particles around you, you're so hypnotized by it all that you don't feel the person standing behind you. You squeal and gasp when huge arms are wrap around your waist and lifts you up in the aire. Your Daddy puts you on your shoulder, your head against his back, your feet near his legs. You kick your feet and scream playfully as your Daddy walks around the garden. He squeezes the back of your thigh causing you to burst off laughing from the ticklish sensation. You squirm harder and kick harder until you finally reach your Papa.

Your Daddy puts you on the ground and instead of sitting you on the cold snow, he sits you on a sled. You gasp and clap your hands from the joy coming in your body. Your Papa sits behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, he brings his lips closer to your ear "ready for some fun, sweetie ?"

You giggle and nod your head, you lean your back against his chest and yell when your Daddy pushes the sled

--------------------------------------

"here's your hot chocolate, little one"

You grab the cup from your Daddy and quietly thank him. Your rest your head back against your Papa's chest as your Daddy pulls the blanket up until it reaches your chin. Your Daddy sits down on the other side of the couch and puts your feet on his laps. He rubs your cold feet above the blanket to warmth them up as your Papa rubs your arms. You close your eyes and enjoy the warmth of your daddies, of the blanket, of the hot chocolate, of the good memories you had today.

"did you enjoyed your day, today baby ?" Your Papa asks looking down at you. You hum and nod your head "vewy much, thant you" you murmur making them smile softly. You give your Papa your cup of hot chocolate even tho you didn't finished it, he rests it on the small table of the living room and you squirm a little to get comfortable. You snuggle closer to them and close your eyes again

What a day..

[jawllines]

Thanksgiving got me thinking….

Even if none of these harry’s and y/n’s celebrate the holiday they probably do something small.

Firemanrry attempts to have a thanksgiving lunch with y/n and their friends, even if it’s super small because he wants everyone to have a good experience at every holiday. And he for sure celebrates this holiday because he feels bad for it, as it’s not commonly picked as a favorite and most focus on Christmas which is right around the corner from it. Y/n sees him putting in so much effort so she surprises him with little Turkey cookies and bakes his favorite pie, and of course she makes special themed dog treats for pebble. Harry absolutely loves it and gets so excited he even brings some of the treats (both human and dog) to the fire station to not only show off her amazing skills but to spread the joy. And when it’s time to make the actual feast he doesn’t let Y/N help instead encourages her to relax but she sits on a stool and watches and talks to him all the way through it, even sneaking in a few jobs to help him. And can’t forget, their whole apartment smells of late fall, they went out candle shopping on October 24 (Harry was worried all the good scents were gone by now, and kept telling her they should have went early. Spoiler alert all the good late fall scented ones were there and he bought her extra goodies like bathbombs as a sorry gift.

Mechanicrry and y/n are on the same page, they just want to spend the night together eating then cuddling while watching movies. Although Y/N does drag Harry to the thanksgiving lunch at Nial’s place where everyone else was too. He only agrees to go if he can take strudel with them, she obviously agrees. They check in with Nial and he has no issue with it either, Harry although states that he would have smuggled her in even if Nial said no. All of them have a great time and strudel even falls asleep on Harry’s thigh while he eats, Harry drops everything to take as many pictures as he can and says “Y/N, baby look our little angel got tired and went for a nap” he then proceeds to shush people when they get too loud.

Princerry doesn’t like this Holliday. He hates seeing y/n have to do so much work for the huge feast/party his parents were throwing. The entire time she is preparing for it, he runs around following her and even sneaks her away a bunch (most of the time using stupid excuses) because he wants alone time with her and for her to rest and not get overworked. He also keeps her well fed and hydrated the entire time. At the time of the meal, he excused himself very early on and instead sneaks away taking his plate and finding y/n. She is worried and scared the entire time that they will get in trouble and convinces him to go back, but she secretly loves every minute of this so eventually stops. He bundles them both up and takes her to the garden where they sit by the flowers and eat from his plate. He tells her that her hands her too dirty and said that he has to feed her because of this, no other reason (it is very clear this was not the reason as y/n was helping with the food before he stole her away) He also has her feed him, saying “my hands are getting tired from feeding you, you feed me” she would respond, “I thought my hands were ‘too dirty’” and he of course counters with “I know, but I’ll just deal with them. Now hurry before I starve to death” and quickly opens his mouth

STOPTSPDRT THESE ARE SO CUTE AND VERY VERY MUCH IN CHARACTER ESPECIALLY PRINCERRY I CAN DEFINITELY VISUALIZE IT!! I LOVE THIS SM

[ginbenci]

a get to know you better meme

tagged by @mightymightygnomepriest

do you make your bed? in winter yes, in summer rarely (the difference between 7 carefully layered blankets and one (1) light cotton sheet)

what’s your favourite number? in my early teens, 13, because it's supposed to be unlucky and I was perverse and enjoyed being Special. ...Now.... I don't really do favourite anythings. Numbers are good as they are, and whether I like them or not. I'm fond of 12, being the smallest abundant number, and also of 70, being the smallest weird (an abundant number that is not, unlike twelve, pseudoperfect). but this is a ramanujan moment (nothing's boring, you just don't know what makes it cool)

what is your job? I work in tech law!

If you could go back to school would you? eugh. for what, and who's paying?

can you parallel park? Legally, no! (i, ah, need to level up my license before it lapses [again]). Practically, probably--i could a decade ago?

a job you had that would surprise people? knife selling

do you think aliens are real? OOOOOOH do you want to hear my semi-complex theory involving the metallicity of stars???? it's highly relevant

can you drive a manual car? ...

what’s your guilty pleasure? matcha ice cream. the guilt accrues because i KNOW i will forget about it in my freezer after eating one serving and the rest will go bad 😭 but I want the one serving so much!

tattoos? nope, but not for any reason. just never done

favourite colour? why on earth would I have a preference for any specific visible frequency

favourite type of music? blink blink blink

do you like puzzles? yessssssssss. I like doing jigsaws just with my eyes; lovely memory of surveying the pieces of a 1000 piece tall ship one at a cousin's house while cousin watched, seeing a location, identifying the piece, extending my arm, picking it up, and putting the piece in the location without turning, testing, or being wrong. got a holy shit and felt much like a robot

any phobias? nope although I'm not great with going down stairs or escalators. but that's bc my balance is, historically, abysmal 🤣

favourite childhood sport? badminton? basketball maybe? not T-ball [I had a long-running inarticulable T-ball related crisis of the soul --- it's on a stand, if I miss it it would be so much more embarrassing than if someone threw it at me, it's right there --- and of course the best way to resolve this would be to practice, but no, I preferred to weep copiously every time I went up to bat, for reasons no one could discern, until they gently steered me away from home plate and I sat out]

do you talk to yourself? i joke that part of the reason I don't have an inner monologue is because it's an outer monologue

what movie(s) do you adore? Some Like It Hot, Bringing Up Baby, Noises Off!, Galaxy Quest, His Girl Friday [alright yes anything with Cary Grant], The Holiday, Wallace and Gromit the Curse of the Were-Rabbit

coffee or tea? yes to both. black coffee, green tea, unless I'm feeling like milk, sugar, honey, cream, herbal teas, chai, decaf--never rooibos though

first thing you wanted to be growing up? I just checked My Life Plan, to be sure. This is written in sparkly black crayon on both sides of a piece of now-faded mint green paper torn from a notepad. The same thing is written on both sides, except that on side A I clearly tried to write my full name (Ginevra), gave up, wrote "Gin", scratched out the excess letters, and added Disguise Scratches on the other side of my name to conceal the mistake. I was 4: Side A also has a couple of attempted spellings of "job", namely "Jod" and much smaller, tentative, "Joj".

Side B, the final draft, says:

Gin / 20 cats / 14 jobs / 8 kids / and 3 / dogs

These were full-time jobs/Jod/Joj, to be clear. One was The Mayor, one a doctor, one an artist, one an astronaut possibly? I didn't actually know 14 professions, but I was gonna keep my options open till I found some more.

I also had a fiancé at age 4. While I managed 14 full-time positions, his sole ambition was to drive the street-sweeping machine.

tagging in, post essay and no pressure: @safelycapricious @draskireis @leymonaide @banananutloaf4life @willidothefandango

[purpleturtle9000]

reality check ficlet 2: dinner edition

A metal three-fingered claw shoots out, landing on a bread roll and retracting just as quickly to its housing on the back of Leo's wrist.

"Hey, who taught you to do that?" Leonardo asks, appalled.

"Tello, duh," Leo says around a mouthful. He didn't even take it from the hook first, he's just biting pieces off between the fingers.

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

He doesn't expect to be listened to, and from the eyeroll he gets from Leo, it's clear his words are forgotten as soon as they're said. He'd be honestly surprised if Leo was paying attention long enough to realise what was said the first time.

Across the table, Hamato's disapproving expression clearly says what an uncontrollable gremlin. Currently, he's Leonardo's favourite, since he cuts food into precise pieces with a fork and knife before eating them one at a time.

Unlike the wannabe anaconda sitting at Leonardo's left.

"Alpha gets to eat with his hands," Leo mutters.

Well, that's because Alpha bites, and Leonardo has enough scars from his bastard twin without adding any by his bastard child. He's not going to say that, though, because it's definitely going to give Leo ideas. And Leonardo is not going to be responsible for that.

Instead he shrugs. Fortunately Alpha doesn't talk much over food, and there's little chance of him being the one to bring it up. There's also the chance that he doesn't want to encourage Cobalt to keep biting, even though Cobalt has never tried biting Alpha, as far as Leonardo can tell. Why would he?

"If you use a spoon, you can launch food at people," Baby Blue says, and promptly demonstrates with a piece of broccoli.

"Don't do that," Hamato says, and takes the spoon away from him, to replace it with his own fork that he hadn't yet used.

Leonardo's pretty sure that Blue could find a way to do the same thing with a fork, if he so chooses, but apparently Hamato is a good influence. The little guy seems to look up to him. And apparently Blue could use some positive role models.

All things considered, Unicorn's habit of reading at the table is now less aggravating than it was last week. Sometimes Leonardo swears that there was a blue-purple mind swap before they found her, with how often she's got her nose in books. At least she's getting an education. Although she doesn't seem to realise the argument going on just two seats away from her, so they might have to work on how much situational awareness she has.

"I don't think it's that rude," Lee pipes up. They shoot a grin at Leonardo, then get up, one knee on the tabletop, to reach across and grab Leo's wrist for a better look at his prosthetic. Leo lets him.

"Not rude," Echo agrees, though he makes no further contribution. At least one of them is eating his hamburger quietly. For the most part, anyway.

It's better than the time Lee hollered a swear word at the top of his lungs and Echo repeated it even louder. Twice, in fact. And neither of them had gotten in trouble for it, because the rest of them agreed by popular vote that neither of them had done anything wrong.

Heiwa, for their part, is staring at them all like they're a set of exotic animals that were air-dropped into their bedroom. They eat a broccoli floret with a fork every so often, chewing slowly, but for the most part they're just staring at one of them.

Must be the consequences of growing up as an only child. Leonardo finds all this strange enough, and he grew up with three siblings. All things considered, Heiwa is doing pretty well, adjusting to a sudden family of seventeen.

Right now Tello's being awfully quiet, and Leonardo wonders how long it'll be until they try to make a break for their lab. They know Leonardo won't yell at them in front of the others, but it's only going to be so long until the blueberries disappear and Tello is left to his mercy.

"Who wants dessert?" Sunflower asks, glancing around. They've got a sweet tooth, and a set of sunflower-themed dessert plates to go with it. Most of their dishes and cutlery are mismatched, picked up one or two at a time, but Leonardo hadn't been able to resist surprising them with the plates when he'd seen them.

They'd hugged him for a full two minutes, and made him (and only him) cinnamon rolls. Leonardo had been the envy of the entire family, and had only been a little bit of an ass about it.

Now there's an idea.

"Whoever misbehaves, from now until the end of dinner, is going to be forbidden from Sunflower's desserts for two weeks. Am I clear?"

There's swearing from Leo, and a collection of politer objections from other turtles. Even from Alpha, although Leonardo thinks that Sunflower might just object to being barred from giving Alpha treats. Sunflower is one of exactly two people who can get him to smile, and considers their bond extremely important.

Leonardo agrees, but he does wish there was some way he could get Sunflower on his side when it comes to keeping Alpha in check. Then again, Alpha doesn't ever misbehave, that he can tell. The biting isn't actually a problem, considering how many of them have that habit.

"If you behave, you have nothing to worry about," Leonardo says, and grins to himself at how the vocal objections have been reduced to a couple quiet grumblings and one equally quiet hiss.

Good enough.

There is no more claw use during dinner, and Leonardo considers that a total victory.