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can i just say that enjoying almost every single fnaf character aside from a select few (two bg characters in tftpp) means that every character i like had pissed me off at least once
especially michael and william.
I LOVE YOU BOTH BUT!!! GUH!!!!
#r u guys realizing this is a recurring thing for me?#michael ur my little tiny dude ilysm but OH MY FUCKING GOD FNAF 4.#i love fnaf 4 but... MICHAEL.#grabbing him and he squeaks like a dog toy.#tzu rambles
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thinking about tristamp livio always and forever. babygirl you are haunted by horrors beyond my comprehension <3 can we kiss
#trigun#trigun stampede#i love him so very much#trimax livio i want to grab in both hands and squeeze until he squeaks like a dog toy#tristamp livio i want to put in a jar and study like a wild bug#i love them both <3 little guys who have seen terrors and horrors#autism staring at both of them rn#i rewatched eps 6 and 7 just for the combat scenes bc i love the way livio and vash fight IT'S SO FUCKEN COOL!!!#and now i'm in my livio emotions. shrimp feelings
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GWEN’S RADIO MESSAGE. I saw the notification and ran to Instagram only to find these photos. And when I tell you that I couldn’t stop looking at them for at least five minutes. . . so, you know I had to write a silly little drabble.
You come home after your early pilates class to find Charles snuggling with a puppy on the carpet in the living room, cushions perfectly scattered around to simulate a comfortable bed. When Charles sees you standing there with a puzzled look on your face, he just pouts, hugging the little dog tightly against his chest, and looks at you from beneath his eyelashes.
“What is that?” You ask, eyebrows raised. You know what is is, you simply don’t know what is a dog doing in your apartment when you don’t have any pets.
Charles cheeks are colored a light pink when he says, “Remember that time you said how much you wanted a puppy?”
“That was ages ago!”
“But look at him!” Charles grabs the puppy with both hands and shows him to you just like that scene in The Lion King with Simba being presented to all the animals in the kingdom. “Look at those eyes! We can’t send him back to the shelter.”
The dog isn’t even looking at you, too busy licking your boyfriend’s hand.
But Charles is right.
You can’t send him back to the shelter when you can give him a better life. And is not like you are actually mad that he decided to adopt a dog without your consent, it’s more about the surprise to see him lying on the carpet in his $2,000 white designer sweater with a dog, when in the past he’s gotten angry when you haven’t hung it up how it is supposed to hung.
You drop your bag and take off your shoes to join him on the floor. The little guy jumps from his hand and walks over to you, sniffing your hands and giving you side eyes until he feels safe enough to climb in your lap and let you hold him.
“Aren’t you cute,” You say, giving his little head a kiss. “I guess we need to give him a name, no?”
“About that,” Charles plays with a dog toy to avoid looking at you. “I already named him.”
You huff, “Of course you did.” You can’t be mad, not when Charles looks so shy and happy with the cute puppy walking around and exploring his new home. “What is his name?”
“Leo Leclerc.” He says it so proud, the corners of his mouth curling up that you can’t help but smile too.
“It suits him.” You agree, leaning closer to Charles. He immediately opens his arms for you and you rest your head on his chest, looking at Leo trying to climb on the sofa. “You’re a dog dad now, Charlie.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t asked you before adopting him,” He turns his head to get a better look at you. “and I’m sorry I used you wanting a puppy as an excuse when in reality I feel in love with him the second I saw him through the window.” Leo walks back to you and finds comfort between Charles legs. “I don’t want him to be just mine. I want him to be ours.”
You sit up, eyes looking between Charles and, what is now, your puppy. Your boyfriend looks expectantly, waiting for an answer that comes in the form of a squeak and a kiss.
“I can’t believe you went to get groceries and ended up adopting a dog.”
“About that,” Charles scratches the back of his neck nervously and you know what he’s about to say. “I saw him and forgot about everything else! But I can go to the grocery store this afternoon. He needs more toys, after all.”
“Oh, he’s gonna be so spoiled!”
#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#charles leclerc x reader#f1 x reader#charles leclerc fluff#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x you
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kinktober : oct 29th
könig x manhandling
könig often made you feel weightless.
it was one of your favourite things about him, the way he’d handle you. can’t reach something? he’s grabbing you beneath your arms and lifting you effortlessly in the air so that you can, large hands splayed across your ribcage. not cuddling him when you’re sitting on the couch? he’s manhandling you into the position he wants you until your cheek is pressed to his chest and he’s holding you close. giving him attitude in public? he’s gripping the back of your neck and walking you like a dog swiftly back to the car, at his pace of course — so you’re stumbling and tripping over your feet to keep up.
best of all, you love when könig manhandles you during your more intimate hours. you’re bending over the kitchen counter for him, drooling and whining on the marble as he fucks you. it’s almost too much, almost — he knows how much you can take. you squeeze your thighs together, crying as you wriggle away, and without thinking he kicks your feet open wider and roughly yanks your ass back against him by snaking a thick arm beneath your stomach.
“keep those open.” he hisses like it’s nothing, referring to your trembling thighs. you accidentally disobey, unable to hold your position anymore as you whine pathetically. your knees go jelly-like, unable to hold yourself up anymore and he tsks, pulling you up by the elbow and turning you around to face his hulking frame. when he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist you think he’s going to carry you to the bedroom to finish things off, but instead he leans back, lining himself up with your entrance, holding you by the ass cheeks. then, he’s pushing inside, planting his feet wider on the floor for balance and using you like a fleshlight.
he’s so much bigger than you, and you feel like you’re being speared in the best way imaginable. humiliatingly, each time he bounces you on his cock, you let out a little squeak — like a dog toy being trod on repeatedly.
“horny little thing, love being roughhoused hm?” he snickers, accent thick and cruel as he glances back up at you, between watching himself enter you and watching your tits bounce.
like you said, könig really made you feel weightless.
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Birthday Boys
It’s Fred and George’s birthday, and you wanted to give them something very special. It’s hard to give them something like that, but you are married to them for a reason. As if they would ever settle for someone boring, now would they?
Warnings: 18+, Double Penetration (A and V), teasing, breeding, overstimulation, dirty talk, birthday suits ((hehe)) lipstick kink(?) and of course Fred Lives. Because I said so ((George still missing an ear tho! Bleh-!))
“Well what’s this?” George would blink, as a paper airplane would land itself on his desk. Fred would raise a brow, as he set down the ink he had grabbed for his younger twin. It’s April First. The ever busiest day of the year, and their birthday as well. That meant they were swamped with work, and just trying to finish the day. The shop may be closed, now, but damn they were still drowning.
“Don’t just stare at it, open it up-!” Fred would bonk the younger twin, with his wand, making him fix at his hair. He would give a grumble, as he unfolded the neat little parchment. By the hand writing alone, he knew it was from you. What was written made him a bit flushed in the cheeks. Always was the more emotional of the two, so Fred was quick to look over his shoulder. Reading along.
To my special Birthday Boys. You two have been working so hard all day. Such a wonderful occasion deserves a present, doesn’t it? I better expect you to leave paper work for later, and hurry up to our bedroom. It gets rather chilly being all alone. I don’t want your present to get cold either. Not when I worked so hard to wrap it all up so nicely in purples and oranges. If you don’t want it, I’ll be more than happy to make use of it all myself. Sincerely yours~!
Never had they side alone aparated so fast in their life. Gave you quite the startle, to suddenly see them. You should have figured they wouldn’t waste time, but boy they move fast. Even after all these years together, it catches you by surprise. Though, this time they were the ones with wide eyes this time around.
There you were, in the middle of the bed, dressed to the nines. A array of orange, and purple, fabric against your skin. Stockings of lace. Done up so pretty to mimic that of a fire work, with little dots all around. The fingerless arm length gloves had to be, as to help bring focus to how bare the rest of you were. Nothing else to your skin, but your own birthday suit. Besides so heavy makeup, because you knew they loved it when it got all ruined. What really sold it was the bows all over you. Around your thighs, wrists, neck, just for the comical effect of a birthday present. Hey, it’s April Fools. Gotta get silly.
“H-“ Before you could get a single syllable out, they were on you. Like starving dogs. Clothes were flying, and your body was quick to be sandwiched between the two men. Your neck attacked in kisses, and their ever rough hands trailing your skin. Tracing all the invisible lines they had tracked on you.
“Guess you like the surprise-?” You joked, as you were leaning yourself against Fred. While George was enjoying your front. Sucking plenty of hickies on your skin, while Fred was enjoying playing with your nipples. Had you squeak, and flush, as he was enjoying the happily given toy.
“Taking that as a yes-“ You sighed, as you were just a meal for the wolves. Wolves that always had your flavor of flesh in mind. It just felt so good to be so desired. To be wanted so badly, it could hurt. Especially after such an exhausting day, they needed to get that pent up steam out.
“Been thinking about you all day long-“ George would sigh, as he stole your lips into his own. Happily allowing your lipstick to stain his own, while your hips rubbed onto the building hard on in Fred’s lap. Just a tangle of wild limbs, and you couldn’t have loved anything more.
“Come on, save some for me. Give em here-“ And you would be stolen by Fred next. Making sure he got his lips stained all the same. George didn’t complain, as he would let the lipstick residue trail over your exposured chest. Designing you, as Fred let his tongue do any talking he had left.
You enjoyed the sensual, and slow, pace. Made you fall into the mood far easier. But, you knew why they were being so gentle. Gentle starts always ended with you drooling and utterly delirious. They were going to destroy you, to your core, and that had you so hopeful.
“Just look at you.” They breathed, in unison, as you were just a doll in their hands. Your body leaning into Fred’s, with his legs spread to make sure you were comfortable. Meanwhile George was above you, on his knees, and taking in the sight. Just starving for you, while Fred was busy with the bedside table. Making sure to grab some lube, as you realized what you signed up for.
“Don’t say I never treat you.” That had them laugh, at your comment. Sweet little feathery kisses were given to your face, and neck, while the line was passed to each other. Slicking themselves up, before using the residue to make sure you were nice and comfortable. A thank you, for such a wonderful present.
“Wrapped up in such a pretty bow.” Fred sighed, as he stuck two fingers inside of you. That had you bite your lip, before the mimicking motion from George made it slip out. Fred was in your ass, and George was in your core. Able to copy each other’s movements in perfect unison. Some call it disturbing, you call it heaven.
“Damn, wet as hell. Don’t even need lube. We’re so excited to get to be our gift, weren’t you? Isn’t that sweet Fred-?” “Oh the ever sweetest George. We love it when you get excited. Gets us excited.” They echoed each other, while making sure to lather as much as they could. Knowing you would need it, and still remembering to put your needs first. Just gentle motions, as they made sure to cover as much as two fingers could. Teasing away at your sensitive spots, just to make you squirm.
“I can’t wait any more.” “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” And like that, the fingers were removed. You whined at it, which made them smirk. Now, you were feeling them pressed against you. They planned to go in, at the exact same time. It made your heart race. To imagine, being stuffed so quickly.
“How about we-“ But they broke through the tight barrier, and your mind was mush. Not so much from pain, just the over whelming sensation of being so full. To feel your insides grow so tight, as your muscles were being pulled yet pushed at the same time. Was a fluttery experience. Somehow so light, yet couldn’t be heavier.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ You heard Fred whisper into your ear, while your blurry eyes could make out that George was hardly able to keep his own open. Biting into his stained lip, as to not whimper too early. To last, but damn. You knew he was fighting for his life.
Once they were both fully inside, the three of you just stayed that way. A mixture of wanting to make sure you were adjusted, and them not wanting to end the game so soon. How embarrassing that would be. Least that meant you were being pampered. With heavy breathing, and wet kisses on your skin. A means to help you relax, and it worked.
“Lucky me, I get to be the first one to pump you full. Isn’t that nice of Fred? To let me be the one to pump your little womb full?” That had your face burn. Yeah, you three were trying, but none of you exactly went into to much details on how such a thing would plan out. Given Magic was involved, with everything, isn’t a dumb guess to think these two will somehow knock you up at the same time. Just made you all the more flushed, as Fred would rub over your stomach.
“Don’t worry. When he’s done with you, we will switch. I can’t just waste it all in your ass. I love that cute thing, but I love you being full of out kids more.” Fred moaned, as he finally moved his hips. Just in time with George’s. The feeling of two at once, in different holes. Truly a fuzzy experience.
Your hands found George’s shoulders, while Fred grabbed your legs. Keeping you spread as wide as they could, as they rocked their hips into you. Such perfect calculations to make sure your mind stayed in that blissful fuzz. Was leaving you with your nails into Georges skin.
“Come on, love. You gotta moan louder for me. I’m missing an ear over here. Give me some noise-!” George cackled, as Fred took that as a que to pick up the pace. Your head was rolling itself back, and leaned on Fred’s shoulder. Giving George exactly what he wanted, after all. Louder moans, whimpers, gasps, and plenty of smacking flesh to fill in between.
“So cock drunk, and the night hardly started.” Fred teases, as he bit into your shoulder. Needing to steady himself, but the feeling was too much. George would have agreed, if it were vocal. They were getting sloppy with their movements, and you wouldn’t last long either. Especially since George was now planting sloppy kisses against your lips. Leaving you two a jumble mess of spit and moans.
Hearing their desperate breaths, and whimpers of trying to hold on, it was what brought you over the edge. By proxy, your tightening grip in your body had them gasp. Their hips stuttering, as they came inside of you. Throbbing, and having a shake in their system.
Riding it out was such a warm feeling. Felt like everything was on fire, in all the best ways. Already so exhausted, and ready to just sleep, but….They weren’t making any April fools joke with you. Just as your eyes closed, they moved.
You have a squeak, before a breathy moan, as they pulled out. Left such a mess between all your legs, before you were flipped around. Your hands now on Fred’s chest, and ass presented to George. Out right lining up again.
“Perk-A-Boo~!” Fred teases, as he poked your nose. Just as you wiggled it, they thrusted right back into you. The stimulation of being restuffed was mind melting. Right after your high, and with so much already running down your legs. The sounds of all made were so loud, and wet. Was utterly thrilling.
Fred was happy to drink in your moans, hogging as many kisses as he could. Meanwhile George was happily feeling over your hips. Letting those hard working hands trace the lipstick marks shared between them both.
“Don’t do poor Georgie like that, come on. You gotta moan a little louder. His hearing isn’t so good.” Fred would tease, as he forced your chin up. Trying to amplify your desperate sounds. It was all too much. You were going to reach your peak again, with tears running down your face. Smearing away the remains of your makeup.
“Just hang on a little more. I want to make sure I get nice and deep in there.” Fred comforted, as George planted kisses down your back. Making sure your skin was covered in whatever remained of their lips.
Everything was so blurry, but you knew this. You came again, and your insides were coated once more. The ringing in your ears were dancing with the shakey moans of your lovers. So happy, and satisfied, with wrecking you so much.
When you came back to reality, you realized the lingerie you wore was gone. Seems they made sure to give you a sponge bath, before they were knocked out. You between them, as they snuggled you.
Fred behind you, as he held your stomach. Ever a man that loved feeling your ass against him. Meanwhile George was infront of you, tangling your legs together, as he snuck his arms just above Fred’s. His face under your chin, so he could listen to your heart beat.
“Happy birthday, you two.” You whispered, as you made sure they both were kissed on their heads. Freckled smiles crossed their lips, as they snuggled closer. Fred, enjoying his nose in your neck, while George gave you a squeeze. Maybe you should gift wrap yourself more often.
#harry potter#harry potter magic awakened#hpma#magic awakened#Fred Weasley#fred weasley x reader#Fred Weasley smut#George Weasley#george weasley x reader#George Weasley smut#Fred and George#Weasley twins#Fred and George Weasley#April first#april fool's day#april 1st#april fools#Weasley twins smut#ha! two birthday fics!#a angst one and a smut one#typical gay behavior#mwahahahhaha#god I love my boys#I love them so much#happy birthday you two#Fred Weasley lives#because I said so#so yeah#fluff because I said so#hp
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°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 . ° . ᡣ𐭩
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 - 𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒�� 𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 <3
𝑎/𝑛: 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦🤭!
“jake calm down i have somewhere to be baby” you giggled as the taller boy placed little love bites amongst your neck as you were doing your makeup. you and your friends were going to hang out just like old times! but your lovely boyfriend doesn’t want you to leave. you’ve already did your hair and had gotten dressed in a simple white crop top with a cute black mini skirt to match! of course you had to show off your outfit to the world.
“you look so prettyy baby, i want that all to myself you know? you’re all mine” he looked at you through the vanity mirror leaving another hickey on your neck for the world to see. you rolled your eyes at the man as you put your highlighter down and began to do your mascara. jake loved to watch you do your makeup, and even take it off you he loved how focused you where on making it look perfect, even though he thought you looked amazing as could. jake loved when you put your mascara on because it reminds him of all the times he’d fuck you silly leaving your mascara smeared everywhere with your big wet tears leaving your eyes making him relive the moment causing his dick to throb in his pants at the sight of you.
The taller boy began to actually scan your body now that he realized what you are wearing, nipples poking out of your shirt, your black skirt showing your ass once you bend down to get something. such a slut jake thought to himself, you realized he was staring out of space mid conversation. “jake baby are you even listening!!” you rolled your eyes now applying your brown lipliner and lipgloss on. “you’re so pretty baby” jake mumbled against your neck causing your eyes to close as you let out small soft moans. you were so unfocused on what he was doing you didn’t even realize him sneaking his fingers into your skirt toying with your puffy clit.
“ah jake” you whimpered grabbing his wrist tightly as you felt him slip his two digits into your leaking hole. “i have to g-go soon jakey please” you bit your bottom lip panting like a dog in heat. “it’ll be quick baby, your pussy needs me” he spoke the dirtiest words in such a soft tone looking at your expressions through your vanity mirror with a sly smirk on his face.
tears began to fall from your pretty eyes, it felt amazing. “don’t cry pretty girl, i’m here to make you feel better yea?” he said pumping his fingers in and out using his other hand to wipe the tears from your face leaving your mascara smudge. you felt your high approaching making you leave marks into jake’s forearm as you began to pant, “fuck i’m cuming jake~” you gasped as he fasten his paste, you let out a soft squeak before undoing all over his fingers.
“fuck princess that was so hot” he smiled at your fucked out expressions. you watched him removing his fingers out and shove them in his mouth moaning at the taste of your sweet cunt. “ you taste so so good, could eat you everyday” he said making you leak once more. you turned around and got up to push him onto the bed nearly ripping his pants off.
you removed his boxers making his dick spring up and almost hit you in the face! you immediately began to stroke his member spitting on his pink tip before making eye contact as you took him in your mouth causing him to let out a soft groan. he pulled your hair into a ponytail so you wouldn’t have it in the way. you started off slow swirling your tongue around his tip tasting his precum. “please baby don’t tease” he whined out, your wish is my command you thought as you began to deepthroat his member causing you to choke on his dick making tears run down your face ruining your makeup. looking at jake’s eyes shut, sweat dripping down his neck, and mouth nearly open as drool ran down his jaw, you almost came your pants! you began to squeeze your thighs as tight as could be looking at your lovely boyfriend.
jake had gotten so desperate he began to fuck your face! thrusting his hips up into your mouth as you gagged so much. your throat began to sting but you didn’t care because he was enjoying himself. “oh my gosh, oh my gosh im gonna cum, i’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth” he rambled his words as you picked up your pace moving up and down on his cock with your mouth. jake let out a loud moan as he shot his load down your throat, his body began to shake as he calmed down from his orgasm. he looked down at you with low eyes grabbing your face pulling you up pulling you towards his lips, tasting himself on your tongue as you tasted yourself on his.
“i guess you’re not leaving mhm?” he teased pulling away from the kiss”
“shut up jake”
#enhypen#sim jaeyun#sim jake#sim jaeyun smut#jake sim smut#sim jaeyun x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen fluff#kpop#kpop smut#emowonz#emowonzdrabbles💕!
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✦ "open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you." + n. chuuya ✦
✧ pairing ૪ chuuya nakahara x fem!reader
✧ content warnings ૪ nsfw content (mdni), brat!reader, sex toys (vibrator), tit slapping, like one spank, petnames, degradation, humiliation, office sex etc
✧ word.count ૪ 1.2k+
⇆﹒event details & m.list
"name-san, are you okay?" tachihara asked, brows furrowed in worry as you squirmed in your seat, looking distressed. "h-huh? oh− I'm.. fine," you somehow squeaked out, the vibrations between your legs unbelievably distracting. you shouldn't have acted out like that to chuuya, who was now having a whole lot of fun tormenting you in front of your co-workers. tachihara shared a concerned look with gin, "if you say so.." you nodded, trying your best to not look weird. unfortunately for you, though, you had to give an important report to your boss, mori. today. how in the fuck could you forget?
"t-that's all, boss," you stuttered, earning a raised brow from the doctor. "alright, you may leave now," he sighed, brows slightly furrowed and you hoped he didn't know what was going on− praying to god that he didn't notice the slick running down your thighs, forming wet splotches on your tights. walking out of his office, you finally felt like you could breathe− thighs trembling as the vibrations increased, was he trying to get you killed? you were about to take a step before someone grabbed you by your wrist, chuuya. yelping and letting yourself be dragged by him, you could see the cocky smirk on his handsome face− you wanted to slap it off his face so bad. he took you to his office before slamming the door shut, locking it with a click, "so? how're you holding off, baby?" he teased, snickering at the little pout sitting on your pretty lips, " 's not funny, chuuya!" you stomped your foot, making him smirk and hook a thumb under your chin, rubbing it gently, "oh yeah? was I too mean, sweet girl?" he mocked, tone dropping an octave to let you know he was still pissed off about your stunt last night. what were you thinking edging him for that long? "now...." he hummed, shoving all of the paperwork off his desk before pushing you towards it, the corners of the table digging into your behind, "why don't you show me how much of a mess you've made, doll?" he rasped, gloved hands massaging your soft hips. "open your legs f'me, baby. wanna see you," he groaned, large hands pushing your knees apart to gaze at the damp spot on your mesh black tights. he could practically smell your arousal and it had him salivating like a dog− you gasped as rough hands ripped a hole through your tights, cute lacy panties peaking through and he snapped.
he didn't even bother taking your clothes off− just ripping your tights further before pushing your panties to the side, rubbing your clit up and down, two gloved fingers slipping inside of you to reach for the vibrator, smirking when his fingers brush against it before pulling it out and chucking it to the side. chuuya shoved his fingers back into you, and you could feel your hips bucking, thighs about to close when his unoccupied hand cracks against your thigh, effectively keeping your legs open for him. he pulled his fingers out of your cunt once he deemed you're wet enough, sticking the soaked digits in his mouth and lapping your arousal up, groaning at the taste. "such a sweet fuckin' pussy, yeah? could just eat you the fuck up," chuuya growled, flipping you over so that your stomach pressed against the table now, perky ass facing him and he licked his lips. "you don't deserve it though, do you? fuckin' brat," he spat, fingers digging into your cheeks to spread them apart, slotting his bulge in between. you whined, feeling his hot breath against the shell of your ear, rough hands now gripping your hips as he slowly grinded into your ass. "nuh uh, wouldn't be such a mm!− brat if you paid more attention to me−!" you got cut off by a loud 'smack!' ringing through the office, a cry escaping your lips at the harsh sting on your ass. "shut up." he scoffed, ripping apart your panties and unzipping his slacks. a shaky breath left his parted lips as he rubbed the tip of his flushed cock on your slit, slapping it against your clit a few times before sinking into your gooey hole. your breaths grew laboured, perfectly manicured nails digging into the polished gabon ebony of his desk, leaving small indents on it. "yeaahh, good girl−" his forehead rested on your shoulder, "such a good fuckin' girl when you stop yappin' like a bitch, huh?" you could basically hear the cocky smirk in his strained voice, a gasp leaving his throat as you purposely clamped around him. his hand wrapped around your throat, putting enough pressure to leave you dizzy as he growls into your ear, "behave, brat." a smirk tugged on your shiny lips, taking pride in rendering a port mafia executive into a growling and grunting mess. it made you feel powerful, in a way.
but that smirk didn't last for long, as he reached for the vibrator again, an evil laugh leaving him at the wide-eyed look on your pretty face. "oh don't give me that look, baby. promise this'll feel sooo fucking good, okay?" he grinned, turning the vibrator on before reaching down and holding it down to your clit, hissing out a curse when you clench around him even more, back bent to a perfect arch and god did you look sexy. his hips finally started thursting, balls clapping against the plush of your ass as you tried your best to not fall on the desk− though it was getting harder by the moment.
your tits bounced every time he thrusted into you, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the room, making you hope no one passes by chuuya's office right now− fuck, that would be embarrassing. the vibrations suddenly went up, abruptly cutting off your train of thoughts, while his hand that was previously on your throat moves to your bouncing tits instead, ripping the buttons before squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. he loved the way your tits basically spilled out of his hands, a whine escaping your throat when he slapped them around while chuckling cruelly. "what happened to that smartass mouth of yer's, huh?" each word was punctuated with a brutal slam of his narrow hips, fat cock hitting all the right spots inside your walls. the hand cupping your tit slapped it punishingly, tears starting to form on your glazed over eyes.
"dumb fuckin' slut just needed some good cock to fill her up? that right, baby? y-yeeaah−" he whined, thrusts growing erratic as he presses the vibrator on your clit harder, snapping the scorching hot rope of pleasure inside your tummy and you gushed− squirting all over his hand, cock and desk, mouth forming an 'o' shape as all thoughts but chuuya left your mind− the unbelievable pleasure dumbing you down to a shaking, moaning mess.
chuuya whined shamelessly, throwing the vibrator somewhere before slamming you down on the desk, his hand pressing down on the dip of your back to create a perfect arch for him and that was his last straw before pulling out− stroking himself desperately to search for his release. he came with a grunt a few moments after, spurting his seed all over your ass− some even landing on your pussylips, coating them with a milky sheen.
the only thing going through your head right now was− you needed to do this again.
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ruru!! i hope you are doing well, i'm sending hugs ♡(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)
my brain is currently filled to the brim with the idea of gaz being such a lil shit!! he has you on his lap in a crowded bar, all of task141 piled into a tiny booth. it starts off relatively normal, an average pub night for the five of you but then he get's playful, touching you teasingly and soap is the first to catch on, watching with googly eyes that makes you flustered and shy!!
gaz acts like you aren't even there, just a stress toy for him to play with while his team watches and talks about you :((
LAURY HELLO! sending you lots of hugs too this is so filthy... he's such a little shit! (this is unedited btw so like... yeah.)
cw — f!reader, pre-established gaz x reader, majorly suggestive.
gaz couldn’t care less about the fact that his whole team was simply watching you while you squirmed on his lap, his hands wandering over your body.
it was supposed to be a sweet, innocent, hangout — just relaxing after all the stress and catching up with each other. though you snuggling up into your boyfriend’s side was clearly a mistake since he was so quick to pull you on his lap, catching you off guard. all you could do was giggle sheepishly and try to ignore the heat rising up on your cheeks, doing your best to focus on the conversation.
though gaz made it harder for you to properly concentrate, his hands lazily fondled the plush of your thighs, sometimes moving up to your stomach.
“kyle-” you tried to warn him by whispering softly. you realised that you weren’t being discreet once you looked over at soap, catching him staring at you with an amused gaze, lips curled up into a cheeky grin. ghost was staring at you too, his eyes observing you intently while he took slow sips of his drink,
you were too afraid to look over at price, knowing that he was most probably staring at you as well. your eyes instead looked around the cramped bar, making sure no one was looking over at the booth you five were sitting in.
“teasin’ her too much eh, sergeant?” price chuckled gruffly, taking a puff of his cigar, the scent seeming even more stronger than before. you could swear that your senses were getting even more aware due to all of this attention, gaz’s fondling doing nothing but making your head all blurry.
“ye showin’ her off tae us!” soap feigned offense and pouted grumpily, crossing his arms. ghost didn’t bother to say anything, though his intense gaze spoke louder than anything.
“am i?” gaz pretended to be oblivious, ignoring the soft whimper that left your lips once his fingers slipped inside your shirt, the contact with your skin making you shiver. “you don’t mind it, do you lovie?” he cooed into your ear, his lips grazing against the side of your jaw. you dumbly nodded, your hands clenching into the corner of the table.
“no i don’t…” your whisper made soap shuffle closer to you and gaz, his hand reaching over to cup the side of your face, tilting your head over to him.
“bonnie lass…” his tone made your insides warm up even more. gaz leaned back a bit so soap could touch you a bit more, his hands eagerly beginning to paw onto your thighs. you shifted on gaz’s lap, squeaking quietly once you felt his boner pressing against the back of your ass, your subtle shifting causing you to unintentionally grind against him
“careful there, johnny. you’re acting like a starved dog.” ghost clicked his tongue, scooting over to price so they both could watch the two sergeants grabbing you like their personal stress toy, eager to devour you up.
price knew that he was taking you all home once your eyes met him briefly, flipping some switch on inside him.
“i’ll pay the bills, you go and start the car. alright?” he whispered over to his lieutenant.
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Beside You...
Pro Hero Bakugo ♡ Pro Hero Reader
Friends to Lovers
Summary: Bakugo always held victory close to his heart, but he held you closer.
From being kids in the playground, to freshly new homeowners talking about marriage, and til you both took your last breaths with a smile... you were the thing he held closest.
(This is Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga's fault for cooking up Die With A Smile. Had me in my feels.🫠)
TW: ANGST !! and some suggestive writing but no smut. Read at own risk.
Age 6
Bakugo knew from a young age who he's supposed to be. Even as kids change their future occupation to astronauts to doctors, he never had doubt. He was meant to be a hero. He was meant to protect you.
"Hey! Stop pulling my hair it's not funny!"
The young blonde hears your cries from a mile away as two of the older kids from the playground tug your hair and take your toy away.
"Or what? you're just a pathetic weakling who can't even fight back." The two kids laugh as they continue to torment you.
Suddenly, a big explosion was directed at the two bullies sending them flying. Bakugo had never had such perfect precision with his quirk before. It was his first perfect and biggest shots he's had since his quirk manifestation.
"Die you extras! If you even think about bullying her again, I'll blow you to bits!" He barked like a high squeaking chihuahua standing in front of your body that was thrown down from the blast. Safe to say you never saw those bullies again.
"Get up. Your dress is going to get dirty." Bakugo huffs, sounding angry but still holding his hand out with a blush.
Your eyes widen as you take his hand to get up, and you give him a big hug, causing him to be taken aback.
"You're my hero!"
Bakugo never went to the park without you after that. Not if both of your parents wanted to deal with constant crying/yelling from the two of you...
Age 14
After the U.A. exams, you and Bakugo sit in his room as you hold your head in your hands in defeat.
"Stop sulking. You don't even know if you got rejected yet." He says in his usual huff but still holds your hair back.
You mailed your results to his house so you could open it together.
"Easy for you to say. You had the highest points. I swear it took me forever to get one robot when I was too busy saving others from getting mauled by theirs." Y/n sighs as she reflects on the exams.
"I don't know Kats, I think I did better in the Shiketsu exam than I did U.A. I'll probably only be getting the acceptance there." You groan as you wipe some tears from your face.
"Shut up. You don't know shit yet." He said earning a scoff.
"I know I did dog shit at the exam, and that's enough. Sorry to say, but I don't think we'll be in the same class, or even the same school."
"I'll go to Shiketsu then."
You let out an audible laugh before looking at his face, dropping you smile instantly.
"Holy shit. You're serious?" You say before shaking your head. "No, you can't. Your dream is UA. Don't be switching shit up just because of me." You say before turning your body towards him.
"I don't care where I get my license at. I'm still going to be number one. No matter what. Beside can't be training if your ass is getting into trouble the whole other side of town",He said, rolling his eyes as he looked away from your widened gaze.
"Katsuki-," you say before getting cut off.
"Don't make a big deal out of it, princess." He quips, signaling to you that's the end of the discussion. He's going where you go.
Silence falls between the two of you until the sound of a car is heard right after. You both rush to get the letters and begin to open them. Revealing two holograms of All Might congratulating them on their acceptances to Class 1-A.
You grab him and jump up and down from excitement.
"See you idiot. You were overreacting." He says with his usual smirk. You roll your eyes. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic.
"Yeah, but still.." You say before kissing his cheek, causing him to freeze up. You smile at him.
"Thank you for wanting to cheer me up and wanting to stay by me."
His stares at your beautiful smile before looking away.
"Tch. Always, you big baby." He says before pulling you into his arms as you laugh.
Your romantic relationship didn't wait long after that moment.
Age 22
"Last fucking box." Bakugo grunts putting down the box down in the empty living room filled with the rest of the labeled boxes. While your slumped body lays on the couch, you just assembled.
Something about wanting to make the house feel more homey for the time being or procrastination for unpacking Bakugo calls it. Still, he takes the opportunity to lay next to you.
"Why didn't we just keep our apartment." You groan as you look at him. He glares at you.
"You were the one that suggested buying the house in full, princess." He said. They both earned quite a bit the last year and had money to spare.
"Besides, that place was getting too cramped for all our shit. You know this already." He says before grabbing your face as you pout.
"Ugh, but now we have to unpack all of this." You say as he smushes your cheeks. You wrap your arm around him.
You both lean in for a kiss, embracing the comfort of the couch. You both pull away and sit up, looking at all the boxes.
"Cmon, get your ass up and help me unpack." He says, trying to reach for a box before you blurt out.
"Let's get married today."
Just as he thinks you can never surprise him, you say shit like that.
He was planning on marrying you, like hell he would buy a house just for a girlfriend. You were his first and only, no doubt. But he didn't expect how this would play out.
"What?" He says in a shell-shocked tone.
"The court house doesn't close til 9. We still have time to make it over there. So what do you say." Going up to him with a sheepish smile.
"Fuck no." He says to you while you pause, smile dimming while thinking you misinterpreted his goals with you.
"Oh. Okay. Yeah, it was stupid ide - "You say before getting interrupted.
"Fuck that's not what I meant, Babe." He says before grabbing your pulling away figure.
"I wanna marry your ass, but I'm not doing it at a courthouse just because you're trying to avoid moving into our damn house." He says before peppering you with kisses. His grip on you tightening.
"I just needed to make sure that meant moving into a home meant what I thought it meant." You mumble between kisses. Wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Of course it does, dumbass." He says, deepening the kiss as he walks and pulls you down to the couch. Falling into each other's embrace.
It's definitely a creative way of getting comfortable in the new home.
Age 45
"Fucking shit" Bakugo groans after the building collapsed on the two of you by the villian you both were trying to stop for months now.
"Katsuki." You weakly groan beneath him as the raging headache ensued from the collision of the building.
Bakugo look around them, sighing in relief as he realizes his wife is okay, and so is he. He tries to get but stops when he hears you yelp in pain.
"Stop, don't move, Katsuki!" You breathe tiredly. Only then does Bakugo look down and see the large metal bar piercing the two of you together. It's shocking the two of you are still alive.
Bakugo looks into your eyes as you whimper in pain. His adrenaline is beginning to stop as he winces in pain, too. But he puts on a brave face.
"Shh.. Fuck. It's okay, baby. We're going to get out of here okay, rescue shouldn't take long." He now says breathlessly holding you close.
You smile weakly at him, grabbing caressing his face.
"You're no liar, Katsuki. It's okay." You say while your voice cracks with emotion. He grits his teeth as tears spill out of his eyes.
"I'm sorry... I can't save us this time, baby " He says, choking on tears and blood. Your tears beging to spill, too.
"There was still so much I wanted to do with you." He sobs out as you listen, sobbing too.
"Fuck, we should've stopped ages ago, our stubborn asses. Should've retired early, go on a vacation, fuck maybe even had a child or two." He huffs out in a sad laughter as you both realize just how different your lives could've been if you had stopped being heroes year before.
Maybe your guy's death would have been more peaceful; one with old gray hair and wrinkles.
You give out a weak laugh. Your vision starts to get smaller, so you try to soak up every last detail of your husband's face.
"I don't regret this." You say choking on your blood. He stares lovingly into your eyes. His vision too slowly giving out.
"I loved that I got to spend every moment with you, Kats. I fucking love you're annoying ass so much. I couldn't imagine breathing without you next to me." You say with a weak smile, gasping for air with each pause.
Bakugo weakly smiles back at you as he brushes the debris off your face. Taking your beauty in for the final time.
"Good thing we don't have to" He says his final comeback as he pulls you in and puts his lips on yours.
Taking each other's final breath...
[If] our time on Earth was through, I'd wanna hold you just for a while, and die with a smile.
If the world was ending, I wanna be next to you~♡
Alternative Happy Ending
Shut up, I'm not crying you are 😭.
It's literally one of the most emotional pieces I've ever written in my life.
Blame Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga. 😭
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hyuka putting a squeaky dog toy in his puppygirl gf’s mouth while he fucks her to hear the squeaks and whimpers from her mouth 🥺🥺
-emo hyuka dating a puppy hybrid pt.2! (request)
pairings: emo hyuka x puppy reader
plot: literally just a part two of my previous request but purely smut
warnings: pet names, !!smut, soft dom huening kai, fluff!, puppy hybrid reader, dry humping, usage of a gag ball (idk i tried)
-“baby i’ll be back soon! i promise!” huening kai’s sweet voice rings in your ear drums as you sob hysterically at the fact that your boyfriend was leaving for yet another shift at work. “d-don’t go!” you’d drop to your knees, helplessly hugging hyuka’s leg in attempt of convincing him to stay home
-whenever hyuka leaves for work you start to miss him immediately, dry humping his plushies that smelt like him in the clothes he’d lend you to remember him bye as you pathetically weep to yourself about how that didn’t feel enough ):
-you spent the whole day rolling around in your boyfriend’s hoodies wanting his scent all over you, believing that would help time go by quicker
-you squeal at the sound of keys by the front door handle, immediately realizing it was huening kai, throwing yourself at the tall male you cry in joy followed by a “you’re home!”
-huening kai grew bored of the after work cuddling session you both indulged in, bringing out a gift he got you earlier while he was away
-“what’s that?” you ask with an soft voice when your back hits in the bed as your pretty eyes follow to huening kai’s hands behind his back
-“shh you trust me don’t you?” your boyfriend coos and you just dumbly nod “then you’ll keep quiet while i use you” and before you could protest you felt a gag ball being slipped in your mouth. your eyes widen in fear and anticipation
-tears well up in the corner of your eyes as your hands fly up to huening kai’s shoulder blade’s, gripping on anything for good measure; whimpers and squeaks fill the room from both you and your boyfriend
-the gag ball in your mouth felt so suffocating as the squeaks coming from it fill the room, you felt your air supply being cut off as you let out muffled sobs. pathetically taking your boyfriends quicken thrusts against your stretched pussy
-you felt yourself grow wetter by the sounds of the dirty scene in front of you, as you squeeze your boyfriend tighter. looking up at huening kai in a daze as you hear the pretty sounds he would make each time you closed up around him
-you grab huening kai’s wrist as an attempt of signaling you were about to come, sighing internally when the toy from your mouth gets ripped away from your body and immediately you’re pulled into a kiss
-with weak cries, you’re cumming all over your boyfriend whining as you also felt huening kai’s seed all over your inner thighs. seeing how you hated the feeling of anything wet on you
-huening kai laughs at your grumpy face before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentler kiss whispering alone the lines asking if he could clean you up by eating you out as an attempt of apologizing for his messy work ):
a/n: i was stumped trying to write this im sorry

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hiii!! can you do an author reader x will pls
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Pairing: Will Graham x Reader
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This has actually been ruminating around in my mind palace for a while! I always imagine Will being with someone who writes, I don't really know why, but this one was so fun to bring to life!
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Like, imagine that you've been at your desk all day, your office in yours and Will's Wolf Trap home is surrounded by ripped pieces of paper, old pens, and toys from your dog intruders.
You hear the dogs bark downstairs, signaling your counterparts arrival home, and you could not be more excited. You hit "print" on your document after typing out the final line, brimming with anticipation as you hear his dress shoes make their way up the wooden stars outside your office door.
Will leans on the door frame, messy head of curls resting on the beam, clad in brown dress pants and a beloved button-down. "It seems today was a success?"
You've been struggling with writers block for a while, and have practically prayed for a day as filled with productivity as today. The state of your office definitely let him in on this joyous occasion, but the smile and hefty document in your hands said even more.
You get up from your desk chair, the wheels squeaking as they move across the woodgrain floor, and join your lover. His hand rises to push your fallen glasses up, then pulling your chin in for a soft kiss.
"A success would be an understatement!"
Your upbeat aura is contagious, even after the long and macabre day Will has had. An almost childish giggle leaves the brown haired man as he grabs the freshly stapled stack of papers from you, leading you downstairs with a subtle pull of your hand.
On days like this, when you strike gold, the evenings always go the same.
It would be an understatement to say that Will loves reading your work. You have always supported him and his career, so, to him, taking the time to really appreciate what you have been working on is no small task. But, Will always does it with joy.
Once you both make it downstairs, that is when the ritual will begin. We all know that uncomfortable feeling of anxiously waiting while someone reads our work, all of the questions, slight embarrassment, and worries that nag at us. So, while Will flips through your newest pages, you cook dinner.
You'll cut up veggies as Will takes his pocket pen (you cannot convince me this man doesn't keep a pen, his personal favorite, in his pocket) and begins to make small marks.
Now, these are't the marks of a judgmental english teacher, but rather the opposite. He'll underline lines and phrases he loves or finds especially intriguing. He will pen questions in the margins, make silly comments about dialogue, and will leave silly faces next to especially shocking parts.
Like I said, he takes this very seriously.
Once dinner is done, you will both eat and catch up. You'll ask about his day in the field, maybe ponder about his latest session with Hannibal, and he'll return the favor.
After the delicious meal, you'll tackle the dishes together (he washes while you dry), before he pours you both a glass of whiskey. Then, sat on the front porch, taking in the beauty of your small sliver of private paradise, he'll give the marked pages back to you and you'll discuss.
Will loves seeing you become animated and talk about things you genuinely love, and your writing is no exception to that. You'll answer any questions he doodled in the margins while explaining the thought process and inspiration behind the lines that stood out to him.
This time spent together is not uncommon, but just outside of your daily routines enough to be especially cherished. Once the night has concluded and you're tucked into Will's strong arms in your shared bed, when your minds wander individually, the anticipation for the next time you both can embark on this evening will begin.
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Kinktober 2024: Day 15 Gloryhole/Teasing
Warning: Reader is AFAB, Reader is objectified by Price and Soap, sex work, the unenviable situation of being recognized by your ass in public
You almost wish you had brought a book, tapping your nails against the bench you’re laying on. Every idiot who’s come to you so far is a two-pump-chump, barely getting you wet enough before shoving it in and cumming in the supplied condoms. You’d been meaning to re-read the Sandman graphic novels, maybe bring those in?
Suddenly, a pair of hands find your ass and spread your cheeks, startling you a little. Despite the wall, you turn your head and arch a brow behind you. Thick fingers trace up your slit, thumbing a little at your asshole, before the pair of hands holding your ass lets go and the fingers retreat. There are at least two people out there, probably men from the feeling of the fingers. Feather-light touches trace along your exposed skin, making you squirm a little and your pussy to clench a little. Rough hands settle back on your ass, this time squeezing the cheeks in their palm. You squeak, jumping when someone continues to delicately trace patterns into your skin while the other hands pull your cheeks apart again.
Then, warm breath flows over your pussy. You tense when a tongue prods at your pussy, keening when it slides in to help slick you up. Faintly, you hear something being said, but it’s heavily muffled by the wall, which makes you a little curious of who’s on the other side. Mostly, you want more, the fingers dipping into your pussy as the tongue continues to lap at your pussy and clit. Your legs are shaking, gasping with each pass of the wet muscle while a finger twists and fucks you. You’d been toyed with by the idiots before, never enough for an actual orgasm and barely enough to make you wet enough to actually fuck you. Whoever’s on the other side of the wall is doing so much more than even your exs, as an orgasm rushes through you. The moan you let out is embarrassingly loud, and you wonder if they heard you on the other side, especially when the tongue is pulled away.
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Price smirks, amused at the puppy dog look Soap is giving him. The Sergeant is covered in your slick, fisting his cock desperately as he kneels level with your pretty pussy.
“Y’ think you’ve been good enough?” Price asks with a tilt of his head.
“Yeh, Ah’m good,” Soap starts rambling, “A good dug. Please, Ah wanna treat. Ah’ve been good!”
“Alright,” Price sighs, grabbing the man’s head and shoving his face back into your pussy, “Eat ‘er out again, make ‘er wet, then I’ll fuck you while you fuck ‘er.”
“Yessir, thank y’ sir,” Soap moans, eating you out like a man starving. Price finally lets his hair go and undoes his own pants, grabbing two condoms and rolling one over his cock. Normally, he’d fuck his boys raw, but this is a place of business, even if the business is sex. He’s not going to leave a mess and lose access, especially when someone with as lovely an ass as yours is here. Soap is whimpering like a dog, one of his hands spreading your pussy open while the other is jerking his cock, pausing to squeeze at the base, holding off his own orgasm. Your legs tense and a faint moan leaks through the wall as Soap gets another coating on his face of your slick. The younger man stumbles to his feet, moving to press his drooling cock into your fluttering pussy, only for Price to stop him.
“Wrap it up, y’ muppet,” Price scolds, pulling him back to roll on the condom. Soap whines a little, but stays still enough to allow Price to put on the condom, before pressing into your slick pussy. Again, a faint moan is heard from through the while, going higher when Price pushes into Soap’s pretty ass and getting a moan from him as well. Price presses a kiss to Soap’s cheek and takes control, by fucking his boy to fuck you.
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Laying your head on the desk of the bookstore, you thank every God and thing that allows you to sit and recover from your other job. After the pair of men, you had to be let home early due to the aggressive sex, although they had tipped you generously. Sighing, you raise your head and blink at the customer that seems to have just appeared out of nowhere. The man stares down at you with bright blue eyes, his shaggy mohawk trying to touch his eyebrow, with a tall stack of books.
“Oh, sorry,” you apologize, taking the books from him to start scanning, “Did you find everything alright?”
“Yeh,” he says, staring at you intently. You press your lips together, more than a little unnerved by his focus on you. Instead, you look at the books he’s gathered.
“I’ve read this one,” you tell him, raising up the book with a grin, “One of my few nonfiction books, it’s pretty funny.” He doesn’t respond, still staring at you seriously. Your smile drops and you return to scanning his books.
“Soap, you found everything?” an older man asks, a few books in his hand as he looks at the man you’re checking out.
“Yeh,” the man repeats, still staring at you. The older man, with a distinct beard and mustache, frowns at the man’s behavior and cuffs him on the head. The younger man yelps and turns to look at the other man, finally letting you breathe. He whines, “Why’d ye hit me?”
“You were freakin’ out th’ poor clerk,” the older man replies.
“But, Captain, tha’s ‘em!” the younger whines, “The prettiest puss Ah’ve ever ‘ad!” You choke, nearly dropping the book in your hand as the older man cuffs him again.
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stone x reader request, but the reader is super sensitive to physical touch and they make lil squeaks and peeps any time they get touched unexpectedly
Heh, You Sound Like a Genuine Pig!
Stone x Reader
a/n: erm we are gonna ignore that I posted this like two seconds ago💀
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Stone tapped on your shoulder, his smirk widened. You squeaked softly, turning to him. “Really—?” You asked, huffing. “Heh.” Stone chuckled, titling his head to the side. “You’re like a squeaky toy.” Stone muttered, before he grabbed your arms. It wasn’t a harmful grip, but still tight. You squeaked again. Your cheeks flushed. “Stop it…” You whined. “I rather not.”
Stone squeezed your arms again. Making you squeak again. You glared up at him, before squirming around. “Let me go..!” You whined. Stone laughed as he let you go. “Be careful, a dog might mistake you for a toy”.
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Vinnie wrapped her arm around your shoulder, making you squeak. Skipp and Vinnie turn over to you, raising an eyebrow. “I forget you squeak like a baby.” Vinnie said, smiling as she unwrapped her arm around your shoulder. “Babies don’t squeak.” Skipp said, his eyebrows furrowed. “Are you calling me a baby?” You asked, smiling as you giggled. “Wha—no!” Vinnie huffed.
“What’s up.” Stone spoke up, placing his hand onto your shoulder on purpose. You squeaked, your cheeks flushed. “Ugh…” You grumbled.
“Has any dogs attacked you yet?” “I’m about to attack you!”
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One day S/O comes up to the skelly and tells em that he’s gonna be a father. And before anything more can be said, S/O pulls out a puppy from behind their back. Dog parents
Undertale Sans - You can see the brief panic in his eyes before his sockets land on the puppy. He's so relieved and so happy. Sans loves dogs, and that's a long time he's planning to get one. The puppy is getting squished between you two as he grabs you to kiss you. Also, he kidnaps the puppy and goes to cuddle in the couch. You're not getting the puppy back tonight lol. Or him by the way.
Undertale Papyrus - He blinks, quite in shock. He didn't expect this, but oh well! Papyrus is unsure about the dog at first, claiming it's a lot of work, but man, the second he realizes he has a buddy to run in the morning without needing to wait for Undyne to wake up, he's the happiest man on Earth.
Underswap Sans - His mind exploded the second you said he was going to be a father. When you pull out the dog, he's so confused. What? Sorry, he didn't hear any of the things you just said, he's literally traumatized. He grabs the dog and squishes him against him to calm down. Jeez, don't scare him like that! ... Wait a second, you have a dog?!
Underswap Papyrus - What a rollercoaster. He thought he was finally going to be a dad, then screamed when he saw the puppy, then got sad because you're actually not pregnant, then screamed again when he realized he's holding a big fur baby and he's so happy! He's not sure what he's feeling anymore, but he's very happy to have a dog.
Underfell Sans - "got a mutt? why?" He's that guy who doesn't want the dog at first, but then the puppy becomes obsessed with him, and in less than two days he's a dog guy. Red is too soft to resist the puppy. The guy even bought pink little dresses for his new baby girl. What you're going to do?
Underfell Papyrus - Betrayal. You dare to take that thing home when he has a cat already? What are you trying to do? Get rid of Doomfanger? Because he won't! He takes his baby girl and growls at you and your mutt. In the morning, you find him sleeping in the couch with the puppy and the cat because the dog cried during the night and Edge couldn't bear letting him all alone in the dark. Yeah. The dog is adopted.
Horrortale Sans - Oak boops the puppy nose. "smol." He's madly in love with the puppy, and protective. That's his puppy. He needs to protect. No one gets close to his baby (except S/O). He loves dogs, he loves all animals really. He's happy.
Horrortale Papyrus - "OH COME ONE, WE ALREADY HAVE A LOT OF ANIMALS IN THE FARM. THIS IS TOO MUCH." "Oh... Ok, I can bring it back if it..." "ABSOLUTELY NOT, IT'S OUR DOG." You don't send the new baby back to prison. But please... Warn him next time, so you can discuss it before? It's a big responsibility.
Swapfell Sans - Uh. When he said he wanted an heir, he didn't think about that. But oh well, it will have to do. He's calling his dog Hellbringer and he will raise him like a Lord of Darkness even though the dog can barely understand the sit command. At least it's entertaining.
Swapfell Papyrus - He squeaks like a toy. That's his newest superpower. It drives the dog crazy. You're going to hear this squeak a hell lot in the next few years. He never gets bored of it, unlike you. But it's not like you can do anything to stop him either. Deal with it. He's an annoying squeak toy now.
Fellswap Gold Sans - He hyperventilated when you said he's a father, and even more when you showed him the dog. He's not an animal person. He's actually not a baby person either. He's both relieved you're not pregnant and horrified you brought a filthy mutt inside his spotless house. He doesn't have a choice to get used to it. He likes the dog from far away. At least Coffee is happy.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's overexcited. He wants a dog for a long time but Wine always said no. It's his childhood dream becoming true right now. He jumps at your neck and kisses you everywhere, crushing you in a hug. He's so happy, you can't even know how much he wanted that.
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Don't Speak 44
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)
Character: librarian!Andy Barber
Note: took a while.
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Ann covers your mouth with hers, her tongue delving inside as you garble. You lay, still as marble as her hand slides down your pelvis. She curls her fingers and rolls along your clit, playing with you as you squeak.
She rocks her hand as your body reacts. You don't want it too. You want it to stop. Her, too.
She grabs the back of your head, her other hand firmly between your legs as she forces it further between your thighs. She pokes a finger inside you as you whimper and flatten yourself against the mattress. He lifts herself, staying attached to you as she straddles you below.
She leans on her hand, tilting as if it's connected to her pelvis, fucking you as she pushes in a second finger. You squeeze your eyes shut, struggling to breathe as she traps you.
"Mmm," she drags her lips down her cheek and you feel the gloss smear on your skin, "you delicious, aren't you??" She purrs, "he's going to like you so much."
She rams her fingers as deep as she can, crushing her hand against you violently. You whimper but don't stop her. You're terrified and confused. What is she doing? What does she mean?
“Relax, honey, I'm just getting you ready for him,” she growls and nuzzles you, “you're so tight. He’s really going to enjoy that.”
You squirm as a whine escapes you. You hide beneath your eyelids as she continues her intrusion. Her nose touches yours, lips brushing as her breath cascades hotly across your cheeks. She closes the distance and crushes her mouth to yours, her tongue delving inside without welcome.
Your head pulses and spins, your body sets alight as you wriggle, helpless to her affections. Your heart lurches as a vision flashes in your mind. It’s not Ann, it’s Andy atop of you, touching you, forcing you, smothering you.
You turn your face away and gasp. Your eyes roll open, glossy with tears as you push on Ann’s shoulders. You’re too weak to make a difference as she nips and kisses at your neck instead. She keeps you splayed her legs against yours as she tilts her hand, fucking you to the knuckle as she puffs in tandem.
“Mm,” she purrs, “be a good girl... yeah, are you getting wet for him? For my husband?”
“Please,” you whisper.
“Don’t be ashamed. A pathetic thing like you has simple desires, don’t you?” She taunts, “he’s your doctor, sweetheart, and you’re panting like a dog to have him.”
“Please... stop,” you beg as you grasp her upper arm, “I don’t...”
“I can see it,” she snarls and bits along your jawline, “baby, I’m not mad at it. He needs a new toy.” She shoves her fingers as deep as they’ll go, “he might play with you but he comes home to me.”
You sniffle and slap your hand down on the bed. You can’t fight her. You deserve this. She’s right. You’re a bad person. You like Dr. Kemp more than you should. You’re a patient and she’s his wife.
“Mmm,” she drags herself down your body, keeping her hand buried between your legs, “let me help you...”
She kneels between your legs and tears down your pants. Your body bounces on the bed as you lay paralysed to her whims. She untangles your pants from your legs and hurls away the fabric. She bends to breathe into the tuft of hair along your pelvis.
She nuzzles and pokes her tongue between your folds. You clench your teeth and stare at the wall. You hold air in your chest as she keeps her fingers sliding in and out, teasing your bud as she hums. Your feet arch even as you fight to stay number to her touch.
Just like with Andy, you want it to end. You need it to be over. You wiggle your nose as you try to keep the tears from falling. How could you ever believe you were saved? More foolishly, how could you think Steve could ever like you like that?
Your eyes glaze over as the plucking of her tongue twangs in your core. No, no, no, you don’t want to feel. You pant and puff, trying to hold back the effect of her violation. You dig your nails into the blanket and squeak as your insides coil and release. You spasm and whimper through the uninvited orgasm and bite your lip until you taste blood.
She keeps touching you, invading you as she shoves her fingers into your cunt. She pushes to her knuckles and slides back out, slow as she pulls her mouth off of you. She purrs as she dips in and out, long strokes that have you squirming. It hurts, more than physically.
You turn your head straight and cry out as you notice a shadow behind her. You couldn’t hear Steve past your own deafening breaths. So caught up in the whirlwind of your horror that your heartbeat tamped out all around you.
Ann tilts her head up as he stands behind her. His thick hands rest on her shoulders, kneading them as he bends to kiss her lips. She murmurs something you can’t make out and drags her fingers down your thigh, leaving a wet streak down your flesh.
She shifts back on her heels and stands, turning to her husband as you sniffle. You can’t hold back anymore. You’re mortified. You push your legs together as he caresses her cheek and whispers to her. He turns to you, his blue eyes drifting over your body.
You sit up as he presses a knee to the mattress. You bend your legs and fold them against your chest. He comes towards you and tickles up your calves.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” he coos, “you can trust me.”
“Please,” you croak, “you... you’re married.”
“Sweetie, it’s... open. An arrangement. It’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong,” he trails his hand up your calf, “just relax.”
“Steve, I...” you pout.
He pauses and sits back on his heels, his forehead lines and his face falls, “I thought... I thought you liked me.”
“I do but I didn’t know...” you look at Ann as she watches you with a smirk, biting her index fingers coyly.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something, I know, but I... I like you too,” he breathes, “and she knew about you. All this time. Wasn't she nice to you?” He turns his head, “Ann...”
“She came,” she pokes her finger into her mouth and sucks on it, popping it out, “she’s sweet. Why don’t you have a taste?”
You blanch and peer between them. Your heart is fluttering wildly. You’re dizzy but you can’t decipher the swirling inside of you. You don’t know if you want this. You don’t what you want.
You bat your eyes at Steve and your heart flips. No, you know you want Steve. That day you touched yourself and he flashed into your mind you were sure. For the first time in your life, you really wanted something.
“Sweetheart,” leans forward, his hands on the mattress, “can I kiss you?”
Your lip quivers. He says it’s okay. She’s not mad. So it must be...
Can you really say no? It’s their house. They welcomed you in and if you leave... what do you do? Go back to Andy?
You nod, “okay.”
She smile and moves towards you slowly. He leans over your knees and cradles your face. Your nerves go haywire, fiery as they ping off of each other. You dreamt of this. His hands on you, gentle and patient, him bending his head, his lips inches from yours. Your mouths meet and sparks fly.
You squeeze your eyes shut and try to forget the other body in the room. He hums and you put your hand on his arm, bracing him as you push your lips against his. His tongue pokes around and you open your mouth. It’s much nicer than kissing Andy.
He moves closer, keeping his mouth on yours. His hand crawls up your leg and he urges your knees apart. You unlock them and he moves between them. He lays you down slowly, delving deep into your mouth, devouring you. You’re breathless and windswept by his intensity.
His lips slip down your cheek and his hand creeps down your body. He tugs at your sweater, rolling it up your torso. He pushes it up and up and up. You raise your arms and he parts as he pulls it above your head. He sweeps it off your arms and throws it away.
He falls on you again as you squeak. He crushes you beneath him as he kisses you fervently, hungrily. You feel his need against you.
“Mm, honey, you’re such a tease,” Ann taunts and your lashes flick.
He draws back, “relax, sweetheart,” he pets your cheek and once more smothers your lips.
He growls into your mouth, rolling his hips against you, pushing his rigid excitement against your naked pelvis. You whine and squeeze his shoulder, your other hand clasping around the front of his shirt. The friction fills you with torturous heat.
He parts again, kissing the tip of your nose, then your forehead, your cheeks, your jawline. He slides down your body leaving a speckling of kisses along your flesh. He feels the thin fabric of your bra and nips at each tit, burying his face between them.
“You always play with your food,” Ann’s shadow shifts and she sits in the chair in the corner.
You can’t see much past Steve’s shoulders as he bends over you, dragging himself back. He lowers himself to his stomach and hooks his hands around your thighs. His hot breath scours over your cunt and you gasp. You push yourself up on your elbows and watch him nuzzle the patch of coarse curls.
He flicks is tongue between your folds quickly and you twitch. He does it again and you react just the same. He purrs and delves his tongue down along your lips and swipes it up slowly. His eyes stick to yours as you watch dumbly.
He centres on your clit and seals his lips around it, sucking as you cry out at the sparkling pressure. Your arms collapse and fall flat on your back. You arch as he hums and pushes your legs against the sides of his head. He rocks his head, growling as he laps you up, moving you with him.
Your fingers curls and you drag them up and down your stomach, leaving hot lines as you writhe and moan. You reach down and feel his thick waves, clutching them as you push your pelvis into him. He is so warm, so delicate, so delightful. He’s nicer than you could ever dream.
Shallow puffs scrape from your throat and your chest rises and falls. Your voice escapes in little mewls and moans, piquing as you tug on his hair and quake. You cum, feeling how you slicken in his mouth, how his tongue spread around your pleasure. That sensation tingles through you from head to toe.
Your eyes snap up as suddenly a hand frames your chin. Ann sits on the bed sideways, she’s naked. She bends over you, kissing you. You babble, weakly nudging her with your hand. Steve’s tongue swirls and has you too spastic to resist. She pulls backs, circling the tip of her nose around yours, and she sighs.
“Steve, I want to see you in her,” she turns to face him, reaching to toy with your tits.
He lifts himself, his face flushed, his lips and nose glistening. His eyes are alight. Your head lolls back and forth.
Ann pulls down the cups of your bra, tweaking so you cry out. She gropes and grabs, twirling her thumb around your budding nipples. You bring your hands to your sides and clasp the blankets.
Steve strips off his sweater, his hair messy as he drops it over the end of the bed. He stands to push down his jeans as his erection bulges inside his briefs. You gurgle as Ann continues to play with you, tickling up and down your stomach before once more fondling your chest.
Steve rolls down his briefs and springs free. You gape at his size and tense. Ann leans down to press her cheek to yours, “relax, baby, he’s going to take good care of you.”
She turns her head and kisses your cheek before she sits up again. Her hand dances around your torso as she purrs and watches her husband kneel between your knees. His thighs press to your and he prods along your folds. He rubs his tip against you, wetting himself, up and down, smearing your juices around.
“Hurry up,” Ann demands.
He exhales, his muscled chest straining as you bit your lip. He pushes against your entrance and slides into you. He inches in, little by little, and Ann leans forward. She stares between your legs as he sinks to his limit and yours. Your body racks and you reach down as you whimper.
“Fuck...” Steve groans, his voice raspy like a snarling beast.
“Is she tight, baby?” Ann asks, “hmm, is she?”
“Yeah,” he pulls back and rolls back in. You moan and grip your own hips as your toes curl. “She’s squeezing me so good.”
“Keep fucking her,” Ann sneers, “fuck her good.”
Ann bounces around the bed, hovering next to her husband, pressing against him as she reaches to squeeze his ass. She kisses his shoulder as he groans and rocks his hips smoothly into you. Your eyes roll back as your walls quiver.
“You better fill her up,” Ann snarls, “I want her leaking with you, baby.”
He ruts into you hard, jolting you as your legs splay around him limply. He squeezes your thighs, holding you in place as he speeds up thrust by thrust. You look down hazily. He snaps his hips as Ann brings her hand over one of his. She hums and leans her head against him.
“Are you going to cum?” She taunts, “huh, baby, are you gonna gush inside of her? You going to make a mess...”
“Stop--” he hisses.
“Come on, she’s almost there,” she reaches to put her thumb on your clit, rolling it around until you’re whining. “Baby girl, go on and cum on his dick.” She presses harder as you tense, “do it.”
You push your head back and your chest up. You orgasm as Steve keeps his rhythm. You clench around him, clinging to him as he groans and grunts. He slams into you, over and over, his voice drone out of him through gaspy breaths.
“That’s it, you fill her up nice and good,” Ann flicks your oversensitive clit, “oh, bad boy, cumming in your own patient. What a bad doctor.”
He slows and your body goes slack. As he stops, still half inside of you, you feel his cum trickling down from your cunt. You blink and peek down at him as he hangs his head. Ann rubs his arm and he shrugs her off. He slides out and backs off the bed.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” He growls under his breath as he snatch his pants off the floor.
He pulls them on, leaving them undone as he holds them up and stalks to the door. She giggles and watches him go. She sighs and looks at you as the door snaps shut.
“He can be so sensitive,” she wiggles her fingers between your folds and you tremble, “just like you, huh?”
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The Golden Egg - Cotton Candy Fluff
Summary: It's Easter! So, you and Henry have an Easter Egg Hunt. One for Kal, then go head-to-head against each other, to see who can find their eggs the fastest.
But what happens, when Henry finds the Golden Egg, you left him.
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Soft!Henry, Fluff, Kal, Short Person Joke, Competition, Easter, Competitive!Henry, Domestic Bliss, Instagraming, Surprise Ending
Inspiration: It's Easter. I wrote this in an hour. This video of Good.Boy.Ollie on instagram.
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“So, explain this to me again?” Henry laughed, folding his arms over his heaving chest, as he laughed.
“I wanna do an Easter Egg hunt for Kal.” You repeat to yourself, narrowing your eyes at your near hysterical boyfriend.
“The Bear doesn't get the concept of Easter, let alone an Easter Egg hunt, babe.” He howled, his curly head rolling back with its mirth.
“So!” You huffed, pouting at him. “I think it's cute. I also want us to do one. To see who can find the most. The fastest.”
Henry sobered up a tad at that. “All right, babe. You're on.” He smirked, cupping your face in his hands and gently kissing your forehead. “Which do you want to do first?”
“Kal.”
“Done.” He nodded, dropping his hands and looking over the colorful sea of plastic eggs and prizes to put inside of them, that you'd come home with a short time before. “You know, my fans would absolutely eat this all up.” He remarked to himself, biting the corner of his lip and thinking it over, then glanced at you.
“Can I film it?”
“If you want to, Puppy.” You replied, grabbing a four pack of jumbo eggs and ripped it open.
“Sweet, I'll be right back. While you figure out what you're doing--” He waved his hands over the cluttered dining table. “Here.” He chuckled, before rushing off.
Looking over the prizes, you picked out a cute dog toy. It was made of rubber and looked like a throwing stick. You had gotten it cause Kal was a beast of a chewer, when it came to his toys, and this one was supposed to be nearly indestructible. Fitting it inside the bright yellow, jumbo egg, you dropped a couple of Kal's favorite peanut butter and blueberry treats in with it, so he had something to sniff out, then closed it.
You had a reasonable amount of the eggs filled up for the hunts, when Henry finally came back into the dining room, kissing the back of your bent head.
“Everything is set up.” He informed you, casting his eyes over the booty. “You want some help?”
“That would be nice, thank you.” You replied, tilting your head back, smiling appreciatively at him.
“Is there a method to your madness?” He asked, pulling up a chair beside you.
“The eggs on the right are Kal's.” You motioned to the cluster. “I don't fancy getting a squeak toy or dog biscuits, during my hunt.”
Henry's face twisted and he shook his head. “No, I don't either.” He snorted, dropping some chocolates into the egg he grabbed.
“All right, here we go!” Henry exclaimed, grinning, as the two of you finished hiding the eggs, all while his phone recorded on a tripod, he planned on editing everything down later on. “Kal!” He called out and smiled, as the Bear came charging through the open slider and into the backyard.
“Are you ready to do your hunting?” He asked, bending over to scratch the Akita all over.
You and Henry had made sure to hide his eggs in, more or less, obvious places. But a couple had Kal working for them, like one small egg slipped between the braided fabric of his rope pull. Kal was slow at first, sniffing at the eggs, letting out little snorts as his nose picked up the scent of his treats inside of them. You were worried for a bit, that it was a flop. Making your heart sink. But when Kal found the stick toy, it was as if something magical sparked inside the Akita.
And he went wild.
Kal started zooming around the entire yard, diving into the manicured bushes and making them shake as he ran between them and the border fence. He rooted around the patio furniture, nearly knocking over Henry's big, green grill for a hot pink egg that was there; containing three different treats. He finally tackled the last egg, one of the jumbos, behind a large stone planter.
Bouncing around it so ecstatically, Henry couldn't take it from him to open and reveal what was inside.
“Kal.” Henry cracked up. “Let's see what Mama put in it for you, Bear!” He finally managed to swipe it away from the pup and crack it open, discovering the surprise. “Oh my god! Look, Kal!” He dissolved into a fresh fit of laughter, holding out a plush, taffy-pink, pig.
Kal bounced on his front paws, so he stood on his back legs and took the toy out of Henry's hand, finding the noise maker with his mighty jaws and causing the lightly stuffed pig to scream out a stream of oinks.
“Do you like it, Bear?” You giggled, grinning at him, relieved that Kal's egg hunt had ended so well.
“That pig is going to drive us bonkers, until he murders it.” Henry said, wiping tears from his bearded face.
“I know it is, but I couldn't help buying it.” You confessed, watching Kal go to town on the poor thing. “Look how cute it is, and he clearly loves it.”
“Right, well.” Henry sighed, composing himself. “Kal's hunt is over. Now, it's time for our Battle Egg-royal!” He proclaimed, a competitive expression coming over his face. “You're going first. So, go inside and I'll hide your eggs.”
“Very well.” You nodded, kissing his cheek.
“Mind yourself!” He called, as you headed inside with Kal. “No cheating!”
“I would never!” You huffed back at him, feigning insult.
Henry grabbed the basket of eggs he had made for you and got to work hiding them all over the backyard, pausing in front of camera for a moment, a cheeky look on his face, even though it wasn't live, he couldn't help it.
“No, watching my stream, babe!” He laughed, then went back to hiding the rest of his eggs.
Satisfied with where his eggs were, Henry opened the slider and called you back outside.
“I have the stopwatch pulled up on my mobile.” You said, handing it over to Henry.
“All right.” He nodded, taking it from you. “Ready. Set.”
He stood there for a moment and you stared at him.
“Henry!”
“Huh? Oh, right. GO!”
Rolling your eyes, you shot off the patio and started searching the area. Henry trailing after you. You found the first egg balanced on a stone column that a pot of flowers were situated on. Shaking it, you heard the egg-shaped chocolates inside. Henry held out your Easter basket, so you could store your found eggs and not worry about holding them or accidentally rediscovering them. You found a jumbo egg next, inside Henry's grill, which had you giggling.
“Oh, that's so cruel, Henry.” You huffed, finding your last three eggs lined up in a row, on top of the fence, out of your reach.
Henry smiled at you, triumphantly, his nose wrinkling cutely. “Hop, short stuff.”
“You'll pay for this later, Cavill.” You warned, narrowing your eyes at him and jumped for the eggs, just managing to grab them, without knocking them into the neighbor's yard on the other side.
“I doubt you can put anything out of my reach, Bean.” Henry quipped, winking at you, then glanced down at your phone. “Eighteen minutes.” He smiled, kissing your cheek. “Not a bad time, babe.”
“Thank you, now get your butt out of the yard!” You said, pointing towards the house.
“Yes, ma'am.” He nodded, obediently. “I'll take your basket inside with me.”
Biting your lip, you glanced around the yard and quickly got to work, trying to find the hardest places for him to find his eggs. Wanting payback for the shenanigans of those eggs on the fence. You even moved a few eggs a couple times, feeling like they were too easy to find, before you finally let Henry come back into the yard with you.
“It took you longer to hide them, than find them, sugar butt.” Henry commented, amused as he scanned the yard, trying to give himself a head start.
“I wasn't making it easy for you.” You said, setting up the stopwatch. “Ready. Steady. Go!” You barked, jumping up and down.
Henry quickly hurried off the patio, his first target was his grill. You had put an egg there for Kal and he had put one there for you. So, he had felt you'd follow that theme. But, alas, when he opened the hammered dome, he found it egg free. Eyes narrowing, he looked around and under it as well.
Still, no egg.
“Come on, Puppy.” You laughed, wickedly. “I said, I wasn't going to make it easy on you.”
“True.” He hummed back, shooting a narrow eyed look at you, before slowly scanning the yard again. “AH-HUH!” He exclaimed, spotting a small point of neon yellow under the hedge, that led towards the side of the house.
Making for the egg, Henry happened to catch the flicker of something out of the corner of his eye in the process and came to an abrupt stop. Turning towards it, he gently parted the flowers in the stone planter and reached inside, plucking out a pastel green egg. He held it up with a smirk, his blue eyes sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun.
“Two already!” He said, dropping the egg in his basket, and grabbed the other one.
From there, your strategy steadily went downhill. He found three more eggs within a span of a minute and five after that. You looked down at the stopwatch and felt your stomach clench. Henry's hunt was six minutes in and he had found almost all his eggs, leaving him on course to beat you.
“There you are, little bugger.” Henry grinned, finding the turquoise egg in the drain spout. “What's the time, love?” He asked, dropping it into the basket with the rest.
“Fifteen minutes.” You informed him, sighing.
Henry's arms shot up into the air. “Yes, I win!” He grinned, wiggling his muscular body in a victory dance.
“No.” You shook your head at him.
“What?” He frowned at you. “You found your last egg in eighteen minutes and I just found mine at fifteen, baby.” He explained to you, his arms falling back to his sides. “I beat you by three minutes.”
“But you missed one, Bear.” You told him, calmly.
“Where?” Henry snapped, blinking at you.
“Right there.” You said, pointing to a gold egg resting peacefully in the grass, at the edge of the paving stones, near his grill.
Henry's eyes narrowed at you. “What is this, babe?” He asked slowly, cocking his head at you. “There wasn't one there, when I started my egg hunt.”
“I don't know what to tell you.” You remarked, biting the inside of your cheek, fighting the twitching of your lips. “Perhaps you need glasses, old man.” You teased, as he crossed over to the egg. “Why don't you open it?” You suggested, once he had it in his hand.
“You do know it's Easter and not April Fool's day, don't you, honey?” He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at you.
“Oh, I do.” You nodded, finally allowing yourself to smile at him.
Henry looked at his still recording phone. “If this thing blows up, you know who to blame, guys.” He quipped, popping open the plastic egg and found a folded piece of paper inside. “What, are you proposing to me?” He chuckled, saying it for shock value.
That was until he finished unfolding the paper and concentrated on what it was.
You move to stand before Henry, smiling up at him, while his mouth gently fell open and his eyes grew. “Happy Easter, Henry.” You cooed at him, resting your hands on his hips.
“Is this-” He gulped thickly, looking between you and the paper. “Is this—real?”
“Mmhm.” You nodded, tearing up, seeing his blue eyes start to glisten and his breathing shutter as he became choked up, emotional. “I found out last week.” You explained to him, taking the sonogram from him. “So, I thought this would be the coolest way to tell you. To train you for future Easter egg hunts with the help of our four legged son.”
Henry caught you up in his arms and spun you around, his blue eyes blurred with tears of overwhelming happiness, while burying his face into your neck as he held you tight against his body. He sniffled into your neck and you hugged him tight, feeling content.
“Christ alive, I love you.” Henry cried, tears dripping down his bearded face, as he set you back down on your feet, then looked over at his phone, just then remembering it was recording. “We're pregnant!” He announced, beaming.
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