#like again. grow up and pull your head out of your ass

[dante-mightdie]

part two of the bluecollar!simon cheating scenario

c/w: slight dub-con, crying during sex, simon and reader are both pathetic, fem!reader

he woke up the next day with a splitting headache and an instant reminder of how badly he fucked up last night. a heavy sigh leaves his lips when he realised you aren’t in bed with him, he worries you might not even be in the house at all

he doesn’t waste any time in getting out of bed, opting to shower before he comes to find you. he thinks it might not work in his favour to greet you with the smell of beer and perfume still lingering on him

after his shower, he walks out of your bedroom and he’s hit with the smell of fresh coffee when he steps into the hallways. nothing but a pair of grey trackies on when he steps into the kitchen to see you. your eyes flick up to meet his the second he steps in, your lips tugging into a frown

he leans against the door frame, watching your sunken form as you prepare two mugs of coffee. your eyes are red raw and still look a bit glossy. simon looks at the floor before looking at you

“I didn’t fuck her, you know?” he says, as if that makes it better and in a sense it does. this doesn’t mean it hasn’t absolutely devastated you

“good to know.” you say with a pursed smile, and you look like your holding back tears. simon walks over and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist

“please, don’t be upset with me. ‘m sorry, was just a drunk mistake.” he pleads, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck. you feel him grind his hips against your backside. you try and slip out of his grip but he just holds you tighter, his fingers dipping under the waistband of your panties

“simon, stop… you can’t just… you can’t just kiss me. and make it all better…” you sniffle, bringing your hand up to muffle your cries. he shushes you softly, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth

“lemme try, lovie…” he mumbles, grinding his growing ercetion against your ass again. he carries on kissing your neck, sucking light marks into your skin as his fingers dip further into your panties and drag over your clit

he waits for you to really protest against him, but you don’t. he hears your soft whimpers and feels your hand reach back to tangle into his hair, holding his face into your neck. “that feels good, si… do that again…”

he repeats his actions and you let out another choked sob. you feel absolutely pathetic for letting him touch you like this so soon after what he did. but deep down, really deep down… you know you were going to forgive him anyway

you can hear him mumbling apologies and sweet things against your skin, his hands yanking your panties down and pushing the shirt you slept in over your hips. “bed was so cold without you, lovie… don’t ever wanna sleep without you again…”

your lip quivers as he continues sweet talking himself further and further into your panties. from behind you, you feel him pulling his trackies down just enough to pull his cock out and then you feel his tip drag through your wet folds

more tears slip down your cheeks when he pushes inside all the way to the hilt, holding himself still for a minute to adjust to the stretch. his hands grip your hips, holding you tight against him, “you’re such a bastard, simon…”

he nuzzles further into your neck when you cry but he feels you push your ass back further against him, desperate for the comfort that only his touch can provide. he drags his cock out, leaving only the tip inside before filling you again with one swift thrust

you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs each time he fucks his cock into you. soft gasps leaving your lips as your fingers yank on his soft locks

“I know I am, lovie. don’t deserve you… too good for a horrible prick like me…” he says, pulling back to watch his cock drag in and out of you from behind. groaning when he sees your slick making it glisten. he gives your ass a hearty slap just to hear you whine for him

your head falls forward, eyes closed as you focused on the feeling of his tip bumping against that spongy spot inside you. he rests his forehead in between your shoulder blades, his own shoulder wracking with sobs as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, the room echoing with skin slapping skin

“I’m sorry.” he sobs, “I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. tell me your mine, lovie. tell me you’re not leaving me.”

his thrusts get sloppy as his tears wet the skin of your back. he’s pathetic, but so are you. so you sob back, “I’m yours, simon… ‘m still yours. I’m not leaving…”

and when he hears those words, he finishes inside you with a loud groan…

[atyourmerci]

I hope your daddy doesn’t own a gun

Southern dbf!abby

Cw: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, subfem!reader, age gap (r! Is 20, abby is in her 30s), masturbation, phone sex if you squint and turn your head, lil sprinkle of degradation, fingering, voyerism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: I hate this<3

They all saw you as a child, still just daddy’s little girl in your pigtails and bloomers. Even at twenty, after ditching the pigtails and swapping the bloomers with mini skirts that let your ass peak out, didn’t deter their perception of innocence.

Your father was a wealthy man, charismatic and giving that drew the people around him in. Most of his friends watched you grow from childhood, through the ugly duckling phase, all the boyfriends, and growth of your now womanly figure. Not that they noticed. Not that you cared- other than her, Abigail, your father’s best friend from college. Abigail went on to work at your father’s company after college and frequented your life from birth.

You couldn’t recall when it shifted, when she went from your father’s best friend to a toy dangled in front of your face, so close yet unattainable. Clean cut, dressed in button ups, khakis, the cowboy boots that peaked through the bottom of them. Her hair neatly tied in a braid.

The only time you’d seen it down was when your dad held a backyard rager you snuck out to watch. Most of the party had dissipated late into the night, but you had spotted Abby and one of the receptionists in your pool. You watched as the pretty receptionist lazily dragged the strands out with her fingers as Abigail worked her mouth around her chest.

Thats when the heat in your chest began for her, watching her control. Seeing how she could have anything she wanted. You wanted her to desire you, need you so badly shed take you there, even with the risk of wondering eyes.

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This night ended as they all did. At the end of the night you’d get sent to your room so they could smoke cigars and speak of vulgarities that you now were more than aware of. For fucks sake you were in college now, getting tossed around by pitiful girls that still couldn’t make you come. Abby would, you knew it.

You’d touch yourself at night to the thought of her for the past couple of years, she’d know how to take care of your needy cunt. You’d think of yourself in the pool that night, how your fingers would dance through her hair. The scent of musky pine still overwhelming your senses even though her skin was bleached of pool water. How her fingers would feel deep inside you, her hand covering your mouth to quiet you.

Your father would kill her.

“Alright hun, why don’t you head to bed,” your father says after a fit of laughter. Everyone continues the comfort, your eyes dart to Abby, who seems to be the only one privy to your father’s prompt.

“Dad don’t you think i’m too old for that now,” you try not to get defensive but it comes out bitchy. He gives you that stern glare, the ‘don’t make me ask you again’ look and you glance back at Abigail who gives you a pitied pout, “be a good girl, listen to your father.”

You huff out, making a scene and storming off. Slamming your bedroom door behind you, infuriated. Pissed at your father for treating you like a child still, pissed at Abigail for backing him up. Pissed that she looked so good tonight, the way she put her hand on your lower back to pass you, whispering a ‘xcuse’ me darlin’. Maybe it was her goal to work you up just to leave you helpless and begging.

Your window has a shot of the backyard, all your father’s friends laughing over cigars and bourbon. Pissed how she called you a good girl, right in front of your father, everyone, knowing the effect it would have on you.

She wanted to tease you, work you up in front of everyone? Then they should all watch what she did, a careless act on both ends.

Throwing yourself on your warm sheets, pulling up your sundress to reveal your bare cunt. Driving your head back into the sheets as your fingers work at the pulsing flesh, so tense from the slow incline Abby had you on all day. Your fingers slid so easily through your folds, pearly white slick coating your harsh fingers.

Your breath panting and eager, so ready to revel in your own pleasure after being ripped from it. You’re already close, feeling your stomach tighten in anticipation as you feel your phone buzz at your side. ‘Abigail Anderson’ illuminates your face, without giving yourself a chance to catch your breath you answer.

“Don’t you dare think of coming,” Abby says sternly. Your face flushes, fuck. You peer your weary eyes at the window next to your body, Abby stands a couple feet away from the men, staring dead at you through the glass.

“Wha-“ you pant out, staring dumbly at the woman that never gave you this extent of her control. Your head drops back down onto your pillow, too embarrassed to admit your shameful actions.

“I didnt tell you to stop, did I sweetheart?” Abby says with smugness in her tone.

“N- no ma’am,” giving into her so easily, running your hand down your body to meet back at your sopping cunt that buzzes at her words. “Good girl… you like that, don’t you?” She says doubling down- so fucking sure of her power over you, your mind, your cunt.

“Yes Abby- yes! please Im so close,” you bite down on your lip for relief, your hole clenches over nothing, fingers eagerly tracing circles around your swollen bud. Any moment you’d break, heels digging into your frilly sheets as your chest soaks with sweat. You hear the line go flat on your phone.

You were too fucked to stop, you were going to let yourself have this. Gripping into the sheets you prepare yourself, legs shaking as your door swings open to Abigail. Your legs wide open for her eyes to feast on, she takes a moment to gawk at the sight before locking the door behind her.

She walks over to the head of your bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she watches you drive lazy motions over your clit. She discards her shirt to the side, revealing her bare chest. Climbing so slowly up to you she places her hand on your sloppy cunt, cupping it as her other hand covers your mouth, “Don’t make a sound and I’ll let you come.”

Wild eyed you nod your head, letting her run her thick fingers down the slit of your cunt to collect your release. The smell of pine thick in the air, the sound of her fingers dragging in and out of you the only peep to be heard.

“you think about this all the time don’t you darlin? Turned into a nasty little girl, didn’t ya.” Abby begins to pick up her pace, fingers sliding in so easily. Your eyes roll back, mind going numb.

“Tight little cunt you got, swallowing my fucking fingers,” you try not to scream out, but her unrelenting pace at your hole was getting to be too much. The feeling of spilling over hitting you once again. Your screams are muffled by her meaty hands, but she can feel your pulse around her.

“You gonna come baby?” Abby coos, looking at you pitied and cruel. You shake what motion you still had left in your head.

“Be quiet so your daddy doesn’t hear what a whore his little girl is,” she laughs at how pathetic you are, all from just her fingers.

like that you’re set off, squirming under her heat as she fucks your pussy through it, watching you opened mouth panting as your head pushes into your plush pillows. Biting into the flesh of her palm cant block off the guttural scream you let out. She pushes down harder at your mouth but only pushes her fingers deeper. Every last drop she was going to get out of you.

Thats when you hear the ring of a jiggle on your locked doorknob.

[acapelladitty]

Just a cute lil idea that’s stuck in my head even though it’s probably very out of character for the ghoul but cooper carrying reader through the wasteland when she has a fever and bonus point if he lets her wear his hat

Aye aye captain 🫡 have this little thing! 💋

And In Health

Pairing: Cooper Howard/Fem!Reader

Summary: Falling ill as you travel through the wastelands, Cooper is forced to take care of you. Sadly, not in the assassin way.

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Dropping against the wooden information board which was too rotten and devoid of actual intel to be of use to anyone, your body chose to add to the mess surrounding the small board you as you drop your head to the side and vomit once again - the burn making your eyes water as you retch pathetically.

The fourth time you'd been sick that day, not that you were counting.

Having moved in silence for the last while, Cooper had been maintaining a rapid pace which you struggled to meet as your worsening condition hadn't proven too much of a hindrance until stopping for a moment had apparently allowed each element of your various ailments to assault you like a bonafide firing squad just waiting in the shadows.

"Not looking too hot, sweetie. Something you ate?"

"Probably." Groaning out the word, the taste of bile stings in your throat as you gaze up at him with bleary eyes. "Knew that meat you roasted up was foul."

Standing with a straightened spine, Cooper gazes back at you and you can feel the heat of his assessment like a host of ants crawling across your sweat-slicked skin.

"Didn't do me no harm. Quack doctor in the next town would have what we need for you to get that sweet ass back on the move. Chem, stim packs, hell - he probably has shit stowed away that even I wouldn't take. And that's a very, very small list."

Not trusting your voice as you keep your focus on breathing evenly, a sick hope alights in your gut as you blink up at Cooper and take in his contemplative musings.

"Can you walk?"

You shake your head carefully, every movement making your brain feel inflamed as even that small motion sparks fresh nausea in your throat.

Cooper grunts with displeasure at that, making no effort to hide his growing irritation with your pitiful state.

"Can you defend yourself here while I go and fetch what we need? That nasty little projectile skill you've developed there should keep the worst of the raiders and deathclaws away."

With inhumane effort, you raise your hand enough to flip him off very shakily before dropping your wrist back to your lap, the mild effort making your joint tremble and ache.

With a deep sign, Cooper shifts his body as he bends towards you. Strong hands lock around your frame as they pull you heavily to unsteady feet before swinging you up into his arms - the motion making you dry heave as you carefully tilt your head away from his body.

"Can't have you dying on me, sweetie. You owe me twenty caps after proving to be the shittiest gin rummy player I've ever had the misfortune to share a table with."

Held bridal-style against his chest, the little showcase of strength is enough to make you hum out an interested noise as his hands wrap around your knees and upper body. Borderline delirious as your vision swims and shakes, you swear you can hear the tiniest hint of genuine concern hidden beneath the sarcasm in his tone but you chalk it down to the ravages of infection.

The scent of him floods your senses as you tilt your head to push your face more roughly into his chest, desperately trying to block out the sun as it threatens to burn the life out of your eyes. Leather mixed with the definite tinge of coppery violence which always seems to hang around him is the most potent scent he usually carries but this close, with your nose practically touching his skin, you can pick up the faintest notes of sweat and natural musk which his lifestyle often hides.

"Coop-Cooper?"

"For someone on the brink of death you sure do seem to want to yap your hole a lot." Grumbling, he indulges you regardless as he begins to stride quickly in the direction of the town hosting the quack doctor he seems to know. "But what do you want?"

"Will...'m gonna die?"

"Oh, I doubt that. Too stubborn for sure. Why? You got a final request in mind? I don't sing so you're shit out of luck for a funeral chant."

Too out of it to think up anything witty as a comeback, a hiss escapes your lips as his head shifts and the sun glares down into your squinting face - the sudden brightness like an inferno alighting behind your sockets.

Sighing, Cooper bends his body enough to allow his curved knee to support your legs as his hand slips free from beneath your knees. In a single fluid movement, he pulls the weathered cowboy hat from his head and drops it across your eyes; the instant darkness soothing your pains a little as the scent of fresh sweat and leather swirls across your senses.

"Thank you." You squeak out your gratitude, the second word more of a noise than a word as Cooper slides his arm beneath your knees - once more pulling you close as he continues his journey.

The hat acting as a delightful barrier to the harsh rays of the sun as he refuses to acknowledge your thanks, your weakened grip on remaining conscious seems to flee you in an instant as you allow the steady beat of Cooper's heart to lull you into a restless nap.

[drudyslut]

reader scolding jj over something and he just keeps kissing her lips and she’s just stumbling over her words each time he kisses her

this is suuuch a jj thing to do too. like man cannot take u seriously when u try to get onto him.

CW: jj is a little shit when you’re mad, kissing, strong language.

“jj maybank! how many times do i have to tell you, don’t leave this shit laying around?!”

you’d had it. jj always leaving his bong and weed laying around your apartment, knowing that you’ve asked him time and time again to put it in the closet, tucked away from wandering eyes, when he was done with it.

jj didn’t respond. instead, his bright blue eyes were on you, a smirk playing at his lips as he rested his hands behind his head. he’d always found amusement in your anger, and that just angered you more.

“j, i’m being fucking serious! what if my parents showed up? huh? or.. or what if anyone who didn’t know we smoke showed up? i don’t need this shit laying around my apartment!”

you were seething, the fact that your boyfriend just sat on the couch, un-phased by your yelling and concerns was pushing you toward a breaking point.

as you opened your mouth to shout at him some more, he rose to his feet, stalking toward you slowly. that damn smirk still on his lips.

“i- i don’t know what you think you’re doing but it won’t-”

jj’s lips crashing onto yours had you shutting up, your eyes fluttering shut as you melted into him.

after a few seconds, your brain had finally caught up with you, and you shoved him away. you knew what he was doing, and it wouldn’t work. you needed to get him to listen and understand what you were saying.

“jj, i-” you began, but his lips found yours again in a quick, sweet kiss.

his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body as he backed the two of you up and planted his ass back on the couch. he guided your legs over his, making you straddle him now as his large, warm palms rested on your bare thighs.

“you were saying, princess?” he teased.

you rolled your eyes. “i was saying that you need to-”

kiss.

“jj, i- i’m not-”

kiss.

you were growing frustrated, the stubborn blond barely letting you get a sentence out before he was kissing your lips again.

slapping at his chest with your palm, you pushed yourself back. “jj! stop!”

he swatted your hand away from his chest, pulling you in close and planting another soft kiss on your lips. when he pulls away, he’s got a big cheesy grin on his face.

“sorry baby, you’re just so sexy when you’re mad. go on, i’ll listen.”

you sighed, knowing he was lying, but you attempted to continue on with your scolding.

“i was saying… you need to start putting away your bon-”

kiss.

you sighed against his lips, mentally cursing yourself for giving in so easily, but you couldn’t concentrate anymore, the feel of his lips on yours making your brain completely forget why you were mad. you just wanted to kiss your boyfriend.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you crash your lips into his, moaning into his mouth when his hands grip at your ass through the thin fabric of your shorts. the two of you kiss fervently, a mess of teeth and tongues before you finally pushed yourself away from him, needing to say one final thing.

“this conversation isn’t over. you won this time, but we’re still-”

jj shuts you up again, his lips finding yours as he lays you back onto your couch. you knew, the conversation was done, jj making the anger and situation disappear with just the touch of his lips on yours.

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[monstersighing]

18+ NSFW MDNI

M Tentacled Sea God x AFAB Reader

Title: Deep

Content: tentacle sex, knotting, impact play (spanking), dirty talk, possessiveness, praise kink.

(Other works featuring the same monster can be found via my masterlist, but this can be read as a standalone).

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Three weeks had passed since you’d seen Lir, the sea god you’d summoned to your bed with your wishes and desires. You’d called and he hadn’t answered. You felt empty and hot blooded enough to go out to a bar and fuck the first man who’d shown you attention.

He’d been sweet, the man you met at the bar, six drinks deep on an evening out with your work colleagues. You’d taken him home and let him fuck you from behind against the window of your apartment. You’d watched the storm lash against the sea. You’d imagined the cock inside you was Lir’s tentacles and the hands on your hips were larger, with sharp nails. He’d come inside you with a grunt and worked his fingers across your clit. You only came when he agreed to call you a slut and pulled your hair, imagining the accusation in a deeper voice.

You’d handed the man his clothes and he’d left in a taxi not long after.

I fucked someone else and I’m glad, you thought as loud as you could, stood at the sea’s edge. Hoping your words would reach Lir, even if he didn’t reply.

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Sunrise comes, and you walk out of your house, across the patio and down to the sand of the beach. Then to the shore. The tide is in, so you leap up to the rocks, pick your way across rock pools and perch at the furthest point you can reach. The spray from the waves mists your face.

The sun rises higher, and you lie down flat against the rocks, the sun warming your face, your shoulders, the bare skin of your belly between your swim shorts and top. You doze.

You wake to a shadowy figure above you, blocking the sunlight. It is Lir. His body bracketing yours, tentacles undulating above and behind him.

“I heard you. I know what you did,” he says.

Your hands reach up, and you touch the planes of his face. As you look into his dark, seal-like eyes, you say, “I missed you,” and then “I’m sorry.”

“You’re mine, you know that.” Two of his tentacles wrap around your wrists and push your hands down so they are resting either side of your head.

“But you left,” you say. “You left me alone.”

“I had things to attend to. During the storms, people ask for me. I save them and I grow stronger.”

He does seem larger than before, somehow. Sleeker and more muscled. The deep blue of his skin more vibrant.

“I’m yours. I won’t ever again. I’m sorry.”

“Words,” Lir says. “You need to show me.” Your cunt throbs, the sound of his voice alone has you feeling slick and warm.

“How?” Tears prickle your eyes, and your face feels hot. You need to make this right.

“I’m going to punish you. Then I’m going to fill every hole in your body and fuck your cunt full of my cum until you can’t remember what that man felt like.”

You whine then, and arch up desperate for Lir’s skin on yours. He hasn’t come inside your cunt yet. He’s spilt his seed on your body and in your mouth, pushed tentacles and feelers into your pussy and hole. But never that. You want it desperately, more than anything you can ever remember desiring.

“Yes. Please. Yes,” you whimper.

Lir lifts you then, and you are laid prone across his lap. Water slick tentacles hold your arms and legs in place, wrapping tightly. His hands pull your shorts down and off and knead at your exposed ass cheeks.

“Ten hits, and you will count them. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you say.

A tentacle slaps down against your left ass cheek. You jolt forward. “One,” you say.

Another tentacle slaps down against your right ass cheek, harder than the first, the loud crack of impact, shocking you. “Two,” you say.

Lir carries on, each slap of a tentacle harder, and swifter than the last. You wriggle, and the tentacles coiled around your legs and arms tighten and pull, so your body is taut. “Be good,” Lir warns. The hot sting of each hit becomes one warm bright ache. You feel your mind empty, except for the need to count each strike.

You’re sobbing by the time you reach ten, tears dripping off the tip of your nose. You’re unsure whether you want to pull away or wriggle your ass out to beg for more punishment.

Lir’s voice breaks into your thoughts then: “You have been good. You’re forgiven.” His hand strokes your head, while the other presses against the burning heat of your buttocks, soothing. You bask in his touch, but you want more. When the tentacles gripping your legs and arms loosen and fall away, you scrabble up off Lir’s lap to kneel in front of him. You spread your legs wide and pull off your top so you are fully naked, flushed and desperate.

Drawing you close he bends to kiss your mouth, tongue running across the seam of your lips and then pressing inside. His hands stroke across your back and his mouth dips to the side of your neck. You arch and feel the press against of his open mouth and his teeth against the skin there, like a promise. He pushes you back against the rocks and pulls your legs over his sides, so your body is stretched and displayed for him, from your wet waiting cunt to your hard aching nipples to your open pleading mouth. The sea breeze blows over all your naked skin, making your shiver.

“Please,” you whine.

“Please what, my pet?” Lir says, and he smiles.

“I’m sorry. You said if I was sorry, you’d fuck me.”

“Patience. I shouldn’t have left you so long, should I? You’re a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” you agree.

Propping yourself up on your elbows allows you to see Lir’s hard dick. It’s big, a sucker studded ridge near the base, and a fringe of feelers above his pubic bone that undulate as if seeking out touch.

One of Lir’s tentacles seek out your pussy, its pointed edge tracing against your lips. You try to push down, but the tentacles’ touch dances away and then returns light. Other tentacles glide up your body, flick at your nipples and attach themselves, suckers milking and then clenching, making your cunt twitch in sympathy. All you want is to be filled and used and know you are forgiven.

Shifting over you, Lir grips his cock and rubs it against your entrance, getting it slick. When he pushes the tip of his cock into you, you sigh. He’s wide. You feel him push inside you inch by inch, your walls stretching to accommodate him. It hurts so good you force your hips down until his cock is fully seated inside you, your legs trembling at the feeling of fullness. The frill of feelers around the base of his cock brush against your exposed clit, over and over.

He starts with shallow thrusts that have your craving more, then he plunges deeper, deeper. Boxed in by Lir’s body, your hands wrap around his wide neck. You pant and whimper into his mouth as he kisses you, his tongue deep, until his thrusts make it so his kisses are just glancing presses against any part of your face his lips can reach. You come clenching and trembling around his fat cock with a wail.

Lir pauses as your orgasm ripples through you. And then starts again. He is harsher now, his rhythm gone ragged, chasing his own pleasure. A tentacle fucks into your mouth and you suck on it. Another tentacle pushes against your asshole, circles the ring of muscle until it loosens, and rams deep inside. Lir’s cock and the tentacle slide in and out of your holes in counterpoint, and you feel full almost to bursting.

I can’t I can’t your mind says, you can’t come again. And then you do, your cunt filled with Lir’s cock, your hole filled with a thick tentacle and your mouth with the sinuous press of his tongue as he kisses you. He pushes the deepest he has into your cunt with his cock and you feel his cum slick your insides in spurts. You feel the ridged edge of his dick expand, plugging the cum inside you, suckers twitching and holding tight when your hips jerk with the aftershock of coming.

“My knot,” he says, and presses a hand just above your pubic bone. “It’ll keep you full of my cum.”

You’re too overwhelmed to speak, so you just hum, and let Lir wrap you in his tentacles.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” he says. You settle against him, cradled in the arms of your monster and sigh in happiness. You’re happy to wait until his knot loosens, and sure that when it does he will be ready to fuck you again.

[mattybsgroupie]

late night rides | matt sturniolo

contents: making out; oral (m receiving); thigh riding (f); fingering (f receiving); use of “y/n”; lowkey sub!matt;

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notes: thank you for the overwhelming feedback on my first post! over 700 notes and 100 followers you guys are insane lol ♡ here’s something else, sweeter, sillier and more light-hearted than the other one. still no p in v tho cause virgin stupid inexperienced loser matt drives me insane - but i’ll make sure to bring it next time ;) maybe soft dom!matt? or a reeeally sub one with a mommy kink? let me know your thoughts! 

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matt had finally found a spot to park after dropping his brothers off to a party we were not going to. i took my seatbelt off, getting comfortable to hang out with him for a couple of hours before picking them up again.

“fuck it” matt said and suddenly smashed his lips against mine, holding my face with both hands.

i melted into his touch. how could i not when feeling the pressure of the kiss growing bigger and his digits slowly caressing my cheek?

one of my hands traveled to the back of matt’s neck, fingers passing through his fluffy curls. he put his tongue out, licking my lips as a sign he wanted to do it the french way - i knew very well where this was gonna end.

matt’s hand reached to my waist, trying to bring me near to his chest, yet failing because of the distance between our seats. i couldn’t help myself from moving onto his lap, instinctively getting closer while he placed his free hand at the back of my head, playing with my hair and deepening the kiss.

my heart started beating faster and matt was breathing heavily - and he had to pull away to get some air back. our bodies, however, were still attached to each other. his forehead touched mine, keeping our faces together so i could see the trail of spit that connected our lips. as he calmed down, we hadn’t stopped staring at each other. i don’t think we could, even if we wanted to.

i missed him so much. it had been so long since the last time we were that intimate, that close, that needy.

and i was dripping wet.

i smashed my lips against his once again and he held me down by my hips before slowly brushing his digits against my ass, as if he was silently waiting for permission to touch me. my response was to move myself further to his crotch, which he understood as a “yes” and allowed himself to have fun groping my butt.

while our tongues would interlock and turn with the lewd, wet sounds taking over the darkened car, i found myself grinding over his bulge. i could feel matt growing hard under me as his grip tightened, leaving marks on my skin.

“matt” i was the one who gasped for air this time, looking at his chest and bringing my eyes down to where our parts met. he widened his blue orbs, as if he didn’t notice he had grown rock hard while kissing me.

“need you” he whispered in my ear. “fuck y/n- need you so bad”

“yeah?” i smiled, biting his ear back. “i can tell you missed me”, i joked while palming the boner over his jeans.

“this?” he pointed his index finger down, and i nodded. matt’s cheeks grew red, completely flustered “im gonna cream my pants in a few minutes if you keep on humping me like that” he laughed it off.

“you have always been my good boy, haven’t you matt?” i cooed, caressing his hair. i noticed how his look had shifted, his expression softening as i praised him. “gonna make me feel good first, hm?”

“yes” he whimpered. “yes, fuck i’ll be so good for you”

i removed my shirt, exposing my black lingerie to him. matt gasped, holding my hips tighter and adjusting himself “you’re so fucking hot”, he said while trying to untie my bra before looking at me with puppy eyes “can i? please?”

he couldn’t even wait for my breasts to be completely exposed, fully sticking his face against my skin. matt started to lick one of my nipples, making me whine at the sudden contact. his tongue would twirl around it while he massaged my other boob with his free hand, making sure both of them were getting enough attention. i unconsciously went back to grind over his bulge, trying to get some relief to my aching cunt.

“matt” i moaned, trying to catch my breath before asking him “haven’t i taught you how to use those fingers properly?”

“uhum, y-yes” he muffled, too busy sucking my nipple to say anything else. “then fucking use them”.

matt’s hands moved to my ass, pulling my sweatpants down without even asking. he started teasing the waistband of my panties, slowly scratching my skin and giving me goosebumps. he left a trail of love bites all the way up to my neck, and we couldn’t stop kissing anymore.

we were acting like two horny teens - my face was scratched from matt’s newly, but poorly shaved beard and i distracted myself while biting his neck, leaving a purple hickey that i knew he would jokingly be mad about the next morning.

after what felt way too long, matt’s fingers finally met my soaked underwear. he’d move his digits through the cloth, stopping by my clit and slowly circling it before coming back to my entrance. he managed to pull my panties aside, just enough to get two of his fingers to rub against my pussy.

matt looked at me, silently asking for permission to put a finger in. i nodded frantically - i needed him so bad.

his middle finger slowly entered my tight hole, making me clench against his hand. matt started pushing it in at a torturing pace, causing me to whimper and bite his shoulders to cover my moans. his thumb made it’s way back to my clit, applying pressure and rubbing it quickly. as i throbbed, he went further and put his other finger inside, filling me up completely.

as matt went back to my boobs, i would move my hips up and down to meet his digits, both of us completely covered in sweat. matt’s thrusts started to get faster and deeper while i humped myself against him, feeling the knot in my lower belly begging to be released.

my hands went to his hair, pulling it so hard matt let out a groan. my lips opened apart, loud moans filling the car as i got closer to the edge.

“let your good boy taste you” he said. “come in my fingers babe, please” was all that he needed to say for me to reach my orgasm, trembeling and leaking onto his hand, my body collapsing over his.

“gosh” i whined, gradually coming back to my senses. matt kissed my forehead and caressed my back before removing his fingers off me.

those blues eyes of his starred at mine as he placed both wet fingers on his tongue, teasing me as he licked all of it “you’re so fucking delicious”.

“we gotta stop doing that” i said jokingly.

“but- i behaved!” matt looked so confused, he had high hopes of getting a reward. “didn't even… make a mess in my pants” he shyly whispered, looking away.

how could i say no?

“you’ve been a good boy, so i'll let you choose. do you want my hands or my mouth?”

“mouth” he responded immediately, without even thinking. “please, wanna cum in your mouth”.

i pulled my pants up and got off his lap, crawling back to the passenger's seat. i couldn't help but smile at how desperate he looked, begging me to quickly unbutton his jeans. i teased him over his boxers, pumping his shaft over the cloth before freeing his hard cock.

i had completely forgotten.

matt was huge.

i slowly wrapped my fingers around his naked length and already could feel him twitching. “such a sensitive boy” i said before getting closer to the tip, giving it a kitten lick. “y/n, fuck” matt gasped.

my lips swallowed his tip, already wet with pre-cum, and i slowly made my way down matt’s cock, my free hand pumping what i couldn’t fit inside of my mouth. i could hear his small cries, asking me to go faster “ah- i’m getting close”. 

matt’s hands finally got tired of gripping his own seat and were placed at the back of my hair, him trying to lead the pace as i bobbed my head up and down. matt was so sensitive his hips started bucking up, thrusting at the end of my throat and making me gag, saliva traveling down his cock. “wanna cum, p-please” he begged. it took him only two more thrusts to release on my tongue - without even warning me. matt’s legs were trembling and he had finally let go of my hair, breathing heavily as he came back from his high.

i swallowed his sticky spurt and showed him my tongue, making matt grunt in desperation before pulling me to another kiss. just when we had calmed down, slowing getting back in the mood, his phone started to ring, text messages sounds taking over the now silent car. matt complained and rolled his eyes back before checking “fuck’s sake, it's chris”.

i laughed at matt’s frustration and patted his thigh before he pulled his jeans up. “well, at least we had some fun” i said, giving him a peck on the cheek while he texted his brother back.

“no! i wanted to fuck you” he said blatantly, still writing.

“that's not how you talk to a lady!” i slapped his arm.

“you, a lady? sure” he blocked the screen, putting his cellphone in his pocket and starting the car. “so, same time next week?”

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[scoonsalicious]

6.1 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex, nudity, Bucky's lies come back to bite his ass.

Please note: I'll be taking a break from posting starting on Thursday, May 16th to focus on writing, and will resume posting on Thursday, May 23rd.

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: Porn. The last chapter was porn.

A/N: Sorry, besties; not sure what happened. I set this up to post at 445 per usual, and when I came back on, I saw it still hadn't gone up, so I'm doing it manually. I apologize for this screw up!

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Bucky woke the next morning in a tangle of sheets and Major. He had to pee, but he didn’t want to get up. God, he never wanted to get up. If he could stay wrapped up with her like this, for the rest of his life, he thought, he would die happy. The very idea struck him like a brick– he’d given a lot of thought to his own death over the years, but never, not once, did he ever consider the possibility that he might actually die happy until this very moment. 

If she was in his life when he went, he realized, he very well could.

Major shifted in her sleep and snuggled further into Bucky’s chest with a contented sigh, and he felt his heart swell. If he wasn’t careful, at the rate his feelings were going, he was at risk of proposing to her before lunch. 

After about fifteen more minutes of blissfully watching Major sleep in his arms, Bucky couldn’t hold off his bladder any longer. Gently extricating himself from Major’s embrace so as not to disturb her, he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before heading to the bathroom. 

After he’d finished and washed his hands, he made his way back toward Major’s bed. As he passed by the string of clothes he’d discarded the night before, he heard a buzzing coming from his pants. He reached down and pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the caller ID.

Lily. Again.

Bucky sighed and took himself back to the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him as he accepted the call.

“Hey, Lil, what’s up?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of Major’s whirlpool tub.

“Hey, Jamie,” she said, and Bucky could immediately tell something was wrong. She sounded… off, distressed. “Listen,” she continued, “I know you and Sam probably had a late night last night, and I hate bothering you…”

“What’s wrong, Lil?” Bucky asked, growing concerned now. 

“Well, I drove out to Langston Park to run the trails,” Lily began, “and I don’t know if I ran over a nail or had a slow leak, or what, but when I got back to the car, my tire was flat. I was kind of hoping you could meet me up here and help me change it?”

Bucky ran a hand over his stubble. “Shit,” he said. “You know I would in a heartbeat, Lil, but–”

“No, yeah,” Lily interrupted him. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’m sure someone will drive by and I can flag them down for help–”

“Lily Anne McIntyre, you are not going to wave down a stranger and just hope that they’re not a murderer or a rapist,” Bucky said into the phone, a little louder than he intended. “Listen, I’m on my way, but I’m in the city, so it’s going to take me a little while, okay? Just… just stay in your car with the doors locked until I get there.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Jamie!” Lily’s voice was full of relief. “You’re my hero! I owe you, big time!”

Bucky cracked a smile. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Give me about forty-five minutes to get to you, okay? And remember, lock. your. doors.” 

“I promise,” Lily agreed before ending the call. 

Bucky stood up from the edge of the tub and went back into the bedroom and quietly put his clothes back on. Sitting down at the edge of Major’s side of the bed, he leaned down and began pressing kisses to her shoulder and collarbone until she stirred and started to stretch. 

With a lazy moan that sent the blood straight to Bucky’s dick, Major sleepily blinked her eyes open. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?” she asked him, her voice seductively husky with sleep. “Come back to bed.”

Bucky wanted to. Oh god, he really, really wanted to. “I’m so sorry, sugar,” he told her, leaning down to give her a proper kiss. 

“Bucky,” she laughed, pulling back from him, “I just woke up; I’m sure I have horrible morning breath.”

“Like I would ever care.” He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers, gently running his tongue along her lips so she opened her mouth to him. 

After a long moment, they broke apart, and Bucky rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to leave you,” he said softly. “But I’ve got to go.”

Major nuzzled her cheek against his. “So, don’t,” she murmured. “Stay.”

Bucky sighed. “I can’t. Lily’s got a flat tire; she’s waiting on me to come help her change it.” 

Major let out a puff of air through her lips. “Well, give me five minutes to get dressed and I can come with you,” she offered hopefully. 

“I’d love that, doll,” Bucky said, frowning, “but Lily’s still pissed off about the bar and…” he ran a hand behind his neck, suddenly realizing how stupid this was going to sound, “I haven’t told her I’ve been seeing you.”

The change that came over Major was nearly imperceptible, but Bucky clocked it, all the same. Her eyes narrowed, her shoulders tensed and she pulled back from him by a hair.

“So,” Major began slowly, “where did she think you were last night when she called you, then? You said you’d already told her what you were up to. If she didn’t know you were with me, what did she think you were doing?”

“I told her I was having a guys’ night out in the city with Sam,” Bucky admitted, hating himself now for even deeming the lie necessary in the first place.

“I see.” The words were clipped, Major’s voice void of any emotion, and Bucky knew he’d fucked up. Immensely. “Well, you better get going, then, if Lily’s waiting on you.”

“Major.” Bucky put a hand on her arm, but she got up out of the bed, dragging the topsheet with her to wrap around herself and keep her body covered from him, as if now, suddenly, after everything they’d already done together, she no longer wanted him to see her naked. “Can we just–”

“You should go, Bucky,” she said again, not meeting his eye, and Bucky felt like absolute shit. 

“Can I call you later?” he asked, and he heard the note of desperation in his own voice, but Major just shrugged a shoulder. He tried to lean in to her to give her a kiss goodbye, but she stood there, still as a statue, so he simply pressed his lips to her forehead and sighed before showing himself to the door.

He’d fucked up. He’d fucked up, and he’d blown it. She’d probably never want to see him again, and honestly, could he blame her? He’d lied about being with her, like she was some kind of dirty secret. Sam had been right, though Bucky would never admit it to him. Why was he letting Lily’s opinion dictate how he lived his life?

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[b1mbodoll]

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: heavy noncon / r*pe + drugs + stepcest + anal + manipulation kinda + somnophilia + breath play

💌: sorry if this is too dark but im DRUNK ans this thought is swimmin in my lil head

stepdad! jake sneaking into your room at night while your mother is asleep, he slipped something in your drink at dinner and has been waiting for you to fall asleep, knowing the drugs will keep you pliant and make it easy for him to take advantage of his cute little stepdaughter.

he locks the door behind him before propping his phone up on your dresser to get a clear view of your bed, afterwards making his way to you and taking his time groping your unconscious body, grinding his thick cock against your ass as his big hands knead the soft skin of your tits, taking your hardened nipples between his fingers to pinch and pull them, quiet grunts escaping him as he humps you faster.

perhaps he didnt do a high enough dose, because your sweet little eyes flutter open and your stepdaddy has to place a heavy hand over your mouth before you’re able to process what’s happening, tears filling your lashline as he cums and the sticky semen makes a mess of your cute panties.

you wrap your smaller hands around his wrist and tug, struggling against jake. “shh, princess ‘s okay. i’ll let you go but you hafta promise to be quiet, alright? can you do that for daddy?”

you nod your head and he releases you, on edge and ready to shut you up if you scream. “daddy we can’t do this, i don’t want to.. ‘s not right.” you whine, trying to put space between the two of you.

“you’re breakin’ my heart, baby, ‘course we can do this. i make the decisions here, not you, little girl.” he chastises, a stupidly attractive smirk on his lips. you tilt your head and think his words over; you’ve always wanted to fuck him but now that he’s done this, you’re not so sure you want to anymore, feeling icky and used.

jake flips you on your tummy before you can voice your denial again, ripping your shorts off and groaning at the sight of your bare pussy. “no panties, huh? you must’ve wanted this, sweetheart. don’t fight this and i promise to be gentle.”

he’s so much stronger than you, using his full weight to pin you down and it makes your cunt clench, arousal causing you to grow wetter despite how you shake your head no and sob softly. he teases your hole with his cockhead, coating his entire length in your juices. you prepare for the intrusion, shaking as you wait for him to fuck your pussy but he pulls his cock away and before you can sigh in relief he pushes past the tight rim of your asshole, the pain making you squeal and squirm.

jake grits his teeth and fucks into you, inch after inch of his thick cock pressing deep inside. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, princess. daddy couldn’t help it, ‘m so sorry.” it hurts so bad you feel like you could pass out any minute now, jake’s voice sounding distant as you try to focus on anything but how much he’s stretching your hole open. “fuck, it’ll be over soon sweet girl, you’re doing so good for me.”

your stepdad leans over, pressing kisses to your nape and whispering apologies as he violates you, wrapping a hand around your throat to ground himself, not wanting to cum just yet. he can feel your tears as they stream down your cheeks and fall onto his wrist, guilt flooding his mind as his cock twitches inside of his little stepdaughter’s ass.

“please stop, jakey, i don’t want this.” you whimper, voice raspy as you struggle to speak from the pressure applied to your neck. “if you love me you’ll stop.”

he lets out a guttural moan at your words, thrusting into you faster as his guilt is washed away and pleasure clouds his mind. “i do love you, baby, that’s why ‘m doin’ this.. you feel too good t’stop now, just take it, angel. be a good girl for me.”

his words cause something within you to stir, eyes unfocused as you lay limp, allowing your stepfather to continue using you like a fuckdoll and allowing yourself to succumb to the pleasure as well, mouth falling open in a silent scream when he pulls out to the tip, fucking into you in one go before his hips still, hot and thick ropes of cum spilling deep within you.

you hope jake doesn’t realize that his orgasm triggered your own, empty cunt clenching around nothing.

[sassypossumm]

Germs, Ewww

Just picturing Miguel being under the weather with my germophobic ass...

CW: fluff, protect yourselves

You don’t know how it happened, but it did. Miguel is as sick as a dog. You feel sorry for him you really do. He looks so pitiful, laying there, coughing and sneezing. You know you should be by his side like the dutiful girlfriend you usually are, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it. You see, it’s common knowledge that you have crippling germaphobia.

“Y/N.” Miguel moans pitifully. Clenching your jaw, you inch closer to the doorway. “Y/N.” He moans again, flipping over and putting the pillow over his head. Guilt tugs at your heartstrings. Making a decision you set your jaw and turn towards the kitchen.

“Migs, honey,” You whisper, inching into the room holding a mug of medicinal tea. With a groan, Miguel pulls his head out from under the pillow and squints up at you. He is taken aback by the fact that you are wearing a mask.

“Y/N?” His voice is scratchy from the coughing. Pulling himself into a seated position, he pats the edge of the bed. Placing the mug on the nightstand, you pull up a chair and sit near him. With a huff, Miguel runs a hand over his face and reaches for the mug. Taking a drink, he hums appreciatively. Looking at you over the mug, his eyes look clearer than they have in days. “Thanks, Y/N.” He rasps, putting the mug bag on the nightstand. Laying back down he reaches for your hand. Miguel looks wounded when you pull back. Sick Miguel O'hara is very clingy.

“Miggy, darling, I love you, but you are sick.”

“I promise I won’t get you sick.” He tries again, reaching for you. Sick Miguel O'hara is also full of shit.

“Miguel O'Hara, you can’t promise such a thing and you know it!” Standing, you place your hands on your hips with a chuckle. Steve scowls and rolls over.

“I can’t even get any sympathy from my girlfriend in my hour of need.” He grumbles. Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. Sick Miguel O'Hara is also dramatic. Suddenly an idea springs to mind. Quickly you rush to the kitchen and return.

“There, there.” You call soothingly. Miguel hums at the feel of his back being patted. He rolls over to look at you with a sleepy smile when he sees that you are still in the doorway… holding a broom.

“Did you touch me with that thing?” He narrows his eyes at you. You look from the broom to him.

“Maybe.”

“Y/N!” He drags a hand through his hair.

“You wanted sympathy you said.” You try weakly.

“I wanted the sympathy of my girlfriend, not a broom.” He grumbles laying back down.

“Until you get better, the most you’ll get is this broom.” You mutter more to yourself. Miguel's eyes grow darker as he narrows them. Fidgeting under his scrutiny you mutter something about ‘feel better’ and rush off. For the next several days every time you have to take care of Miguel, he gives you that dark almost predatory stare. It’s gotten so uncomfortable that you’ve sent Peter to take care of him.

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Miguel's been better for a week now, but you’ve still been avoiding him. It’s getting harder though; you’ve heard him asking around for your whereabouts. Rounding a corner one day, a large pair of arms grab you around the middle. With a squeak you’re pulled back into a solid wall of muscle. A pair of lips lower towards your ear.

“Y/N.” You feel your heart drop. Miguel. He rests his chin on your head and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “I’m not sick anymore.” You can feel the rumble of his chest.

“So, I see.” You whisper.

“No thanks to you.”

“Now, Miggy, darling,” You quickly turn in his arms and look up at him. He accommodates for you turning and tightens his grip on you again. With a smirk he quirks a brow.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily this time.” He flexes his fingers over your rib cage and begins tickling you.

“Miggy, please,” You squeal, pushing at his hands. He pulls back with a self-satisfied smile. Catching your breath, you give him a playful scowl and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Your not worried about getting my germs, Y/N?”

“I,I,” You feel a flush creep up your neck.

“Don’t worry,” He traces your nose with a knuckle, “If you get sick I’ll take care of you, unlike someone I know.”

“Migs,” He cuts you off with a firm kiss.

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 8 - A Busy December | ‘Ours’

You and Trent fell back into your ways quickly and happily. Anytime you had a free moment away from Teddy you were handsy to say the least. It was almost like you were kickstarting your relationship all over only when you were done messing about, you got to play with your baby girl. Things were good between you two and you planned on keeping it that way. You and Trent really had opened a can of worms starting to have sex again post fight. You were having it a lot. When you were having sex it was making you feel more like yourself than ever. You felt like you had never been more attracted to him as well every time you watched him with Teddy. Trent was fast asleep in bed with you tonight but you were practically aching for him. You just kept rolling in the sheets trying to avoid your growing need. Trent moved closer to hold you. That didn’t help. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head into the crook of your neck hoping to settle you but there was only one way that was going to happen.

“Can’t sleep, beautiful?” He muttered in a groggy voice. His eyes slowly fluttered open, a little drowsy still. His rough unintentionally sexy voice only adding to the lust you were currently feeling. You had to press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve yourself. He pulled you into his embrace. He was too sleepy to realize just what was keeping you awake. You faced him and ran your hands over his bare chest. His muscles under your skin only heightened your desperation. You stopped your hands just above the hem of his boxers. “Can I help you?” He laughed tiredly. You just hummed with big doe eyes. “C’mere, baby.” He rolled over onto his back pulling you with him to be on top. He loved when you let yourself be desperate for him and desperate you were.

“Baby” you whined, caressing your thumb over his jaw. “I need you.” Trent reached his hands out to you, one hand on your neck rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb. His other hand held your waist massaging it. The way he held you was so intoxicating; it was sexy but secure.

“Lemme see more of you” he asked as he pulled your top over your head. He brought his face swiftly to your chest. His soft plump lips connected with your nipple sucking on it while his hand moved from your waist up to play with the other. He rolled it in between his fingers. His tender movements turned heated quick as you felt him suck harder. Your pussy was wet just from having his mouth on you. “You love when I pay attention to your tits. Huh baby?” You could only whine at his remark. You couldn’t wait any longer so you swiftly freed his hard cock from his boxers. Your hands quickly wrapping around his length, beginning to stroke it whilst rubbing your thumb over his tip. Trent loved this side of you. You bit onto his neck desperate for more of him. He just smiled wider at your desperation. You rubbed your wet pussy over his length. Rubbing your clit against him.

“T, baby, please, please I need you.” You were begging for him. He took a deep breath trying to gather himself before he gripped the fat of your ass tight helping you align yourself with him as you let out an uncontrollable moan.

“Fuck” Trent groaned as he dropped his forehead to your chest, trying to avoid cumming on the spot as you sank down on him “Squeezing me so tightly, baby. Feels so good.” You slowly began to roll your hips at a steady pace. His hands dropped to your hips helping you as he thrusted up into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly. Your movements were so languid it felt like it was all happening in slow motion. You had never felt so good in your life. You couldn’t stop your eyes from trying to flutter closed. It wasn’t long until you were nearly there, and the moment Trent attached his thumb to your clit and rubbed it in quick circles, you fell apart on top of him, curse words and his name falling from your lips repeatedly.

“Cum for me baby. Fuck, baby. I need to feel you fall apart.” he grunted, nipping at your collarbone. You whined and felt your eyes roll back as you reached your high. Your pussy quivered around him. Every little shift was orgasmic. You couldn’t hold in the soft whiny cry you let out. Your lips parted, biting the skin of his neck. Your pussy was sopping wet now, the slow and relaxer movements had you gushing all over him. The sex was so tender and sweet. You held onto him, rubbing your clit on him as he moved you up and down.

“I want you to fill me up, Daddy.” you said it but not in like a daddy dom with a sub way. You said it because it was a habit to call him that in front of your daughter. Trent’s eyes widened. He moaned not caring why you said it and reached between the two of you again, his fingers rubbing your clit, desperate to push you over the edge one more time. You gripped his hair pulling hard with a little giggle about his reaction to the name. He cursed. His fingers dug into you harshly. You were pretty sure you were bruising already from them. His head fell back further into the pillow, as he pushed his hips up before he spilled into you. You gently moved your hips against his to help him ride out his high. He felt completely euphoric hearing the sound of your little laugh, your body against his, knowing you were happy. He was smug with himself. He pressed kiss against your skin. Relishing in the feeling of what just happened.

“I wanna fuck you forever baby.” He laughed with you now. You hummed in agreement. You clung to his body breathing heavily whispering how much you loved him in his ear while his hand raked up your spine after his movements stilled and you collapsed on top of him. His hair tickled your skin as he nestled his face in between your boobs. You were out of breath but incredibly relieved and satisfied. You eventually shifted off to the side of his body. He kissed your head and pulled your thigh across his body. He caressed your shiny skin slick with sweat while you dozed off in his arms.

You spent Christmas morning yesterday at Dianne’s house. It was so special to have the whole family together. You went over early in the morning with Teddy in a little gingerbread print Christmas onesie. All the boys were there and Trent’s parents. You had gone over last night to drop off all the presents you had for the family, Teddy, and Trent so today was a little easier. You sat on the floor while Marcel held Teddy, opening one of the too many presents he had got for her trying to show her it. She was distracted though because Trent was sitting with you holding you from behind and kissing on your neck. You had begun to notice that Teddy was always very conscious when you and Trent were affectionate without her. She wanted your attention and she definitely wanted Trent’s.

“Teddy girl, look at that! Isn’t that fun, baby!” You cooed with excitement pointing at the toy trying to get to look at a rattle that looked like a bear.

“Ted, I spent money on you, at least give it a look.” Marcel complained teasingly, giving her a squeeze kissing her cheek shaking the rattle for her. It grabbed her attention momentarily before Trent moved and she got distracted again trying to follow him. She squealed and wiggled trying to break from Marcel’s hold. “What? You just have to be with Daddy? That’s what you want? No presents for Christmas, just want Daddy?” He laughed.

“Of course she wants Daddy, C’mere baby bear.” Trent dramatically grunted picking up his particularly light weight baby compared to the weights he worked out with. You sat around opening gifts all morning and then had a really nice brunch Dianne made. You helped in the kitchen while the boys all tried to convince Teddy they were her favorite. It was perfection in a day. You cried a few times of course just seeing Teddy begin to experience life. It was a really emotional thing. All you wanted in life was to make her happy and seeing her learn how to smile as Trent held her around the Christmas tree made your heart just about burst.

“Hiii! I’m arriving at like 2 tomorrow. Do you want me to Uber to you guys?” Laurens voice rang through your room. You honestly didn’t mean to hit answer. You were…busy. You tried to push Trent’s head away from your core but it was hard to to stop him with his persistence and your pleasure now.

“Erm… no, no. We’ll come get you, Lauren.” You said her name to get Trent to understand you were on the phone but he just took advantage of you further finding the whole thing funny. It wasn’t like it was your mum or anything. Just then Trent pushed a third finger inside you with a particularly harsh suck to your clit and you gasped… loud.

“Y/N… oh my god! Are you???” Lauren yelled laughing at you over the phone. You were actively trying to shove Trent away from you.

“Nooo. Oh god no. I’ll pick you up.” She hung up on you before you could. “T! Oh my god! Fuck! Please.” You whined forgetting your conversation with Lauren even happened as you came. He pulled away with a smug laugh. You slapped at him as he laid down next to you.

“Baby, I can’t help it. Do you know how much I think about you? You’re so sexy all the time. How am I meant to withstrain myself when you look like this?” He pinched at you. Trent babbled away. “We’re at the dinner table and you're dragging your fingers over those lips, I’m watching you bend over in those tiny shorts doing the dishes, last night you reached over me to get your phone charger on the couch pushing your ass in my face. Baby, I do pretty well not just being on you 24/7.” He said proudly thinking he did a good job.

“The only reason you’re not is because I’m holding Ted. Otherwise you have zero control, T.” You laughed at him. It was true but even if you were holding her his hands would find their way to your ass, his lips on your neck. He was nothing but persistent.

“And you love it.” He boasted back and he wasn’t wrong.

“I do. I love you, baby and I love fucking you.” You giggled coming to lay on top of him. He groaned and you smiled down at him only aiding and abetting him.

Marcel was over just to hang out with you and see Teddy while Trent was at training. You and Marcel were in the kitchen with her. He was explaining some gossip that was going down in his friend group to you. You listened closely while he tried to break down a complicated dynamic happening while simultaneously attending to Teddy who was feeling particularly clingy to you today. When Trent finally came home he immediately went to Teddy, then you, then Marcel but hopped upstairs to shower pretty quickly after. It wasn’t long after that though when you received a cheeky text to come join him.

“Can you watch her for a second? I just need to pop upstairs” you asked Marcel with a fake calmness in your voice. He hummed coming to pick up Teddy. She wasn’t thrilled but you promised her you’d be right back.

“Say bye mummy.” Marcel cooed, waving Teddy’s hand for her not aware what you were going up for. In what felt like seconds, your back was against the cold tiles of the shower. Trent holding your legs up to your sides pounding into you. You think you came in record time and then again for a second and third time. Things had been really good lately. Everything was working as it was supposed to. You eventually made your way back downstairs to find the not so naive Marcel waiting for your arrival with Teddy.

“This” Marcel gestured at you and Trent who were flush glowing post orgasm out the shower “Is how we got here.” Holding Teddy out in front of him under her arms as she kicked and tried to giggle. “Say yuck, Ted” he said as he smushed a million kisses into her chubby cheeks

“C’mere baby” you picked her up out of his hands as she continued to squeal away. “Is ‘celly funny?” You giggled into her little tummy. She wiggled in your arms excited by all the attention. ‘Celly’ had been a name the Alexander-Arnold family used for Marcel when they were really young. Tyler and Trent fell into it as it was marginally easier to say and it stuck. It went away as they grew up but had returned with a push from Trent and Tyler for Teddy to use it in hopes it would stick this time around.

“No, Ted! It’s not funny.” Marcel said sternly before cracking into a smile seeing her chubby fingers reach out to him. “Your mummy and daddy are gross.” He proceeded to tell her as you ignored him gushing over how cute she was.

You laid in bed that night cuddled up to Trent. As amazing as things had been lately there definitely had been a lingering thought that was bothering you. It would pop up every time you had sex. You hadn’t really discussed with him this insecurity but you needed to. You didn’t want it to develop into a bigger issue. You needed to avoid the silence you lived in two months ago at all costs.

“T, can I ask you something?” You shyly asked as you moved your chin to rest on his chest looking up at him. He looked down into your eyes only making you more nervous. His big hand stroked up and down your spine under a t-shirt of his you were wearing.

“Yeah, course. Go on.” He instructed you. You were trying to build up some courage but it wasn’t coming. It probably was your largest insecurity before you had even met Trent and having a baby didn’t exactly help.

“Does it bother you?” You paused and he tilted his head confused at what you were asking him. “Does it bother you that my body is different now?” You timidly got the words out and buried your face in his neck nervously. You could feel his laugh vibrate in his chest beneath you. He pulled your face out from the nape of his neck with both his hands. He cupped your cheeks and held your face out in front of his.

“Baby, you have never looked better. I’m not just saying that either. Knowing and seeing you carry our child was the most unbelievably sexy thing. You now is just..” he blew some air out his mouth. Unable to properly describe how he felt but you understood the gesture.

“You sure? I promise I’m trying to work out more, it's just hard with her.” You unnecessarily tried to explain to him but he cut off your impending monologue with a kiss.

“Y/N, you are without a doubt the most beautiful women in the world to me. I can’t explain the things you do to me. When I see you with Ted. God, you look so good as a mum. You said it yourself, I genuinely cannot keep my hands off you. If you want to work out more for your health, to get stronger, I can help you. I can help you find workouts that work for you and I can help create more time for you to do it but baby, you look amazing. Do not ever, and I’m fucking serious, ever tell me your trying to look better for me again. You are perfect just the way you wake up everyday. You do not need to look any different. I fucking love you, I love this face.” He kissed you, interrupting his own words. “I love this body, I love what it gave us. Please. Okay?” He took a deep breath after talking so fast. You giggled embarrassed by his words.

“You’re sweet, T.” You cooed, cupping his face. “Can I ask you one more thing?” He nodded. “Does it feel different?” You were terrified of this answer but Trent started to laugh so it furthered your fear.

“Baby, you feel fucking amazing. Trust me. Everything is perfect. Hmm?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him tightly squishing your body to the point where it was almost hard to breathe. “Got it?” He asked. You just giggled and he knew you understood.

December was always a really busy part of the season for Trent. Frankly, you’d never admit it to him but it stressed you out. He thrived in the chaos. Game after game. He loved the pressure of it all. Lauren was coming today and you couldn’t have been more excited for her to finally meet Teddy. Trent offered to help you get one of the guest rooms ready because you needed to feed Teddy before you went to pick up Lauren from the airport. Trent wanted to go with you because you hadn’t gotten to spend a lot of time together alone because of his schedule and because of your very needy little girl. You sat on a couch in the guest room comfortably as Trent put on fresh sheets for Lauren’s visit. Teddy latched to your chest. You were aware Trent wasn’t particularly good at sharing in the first place but the way he side eyed you and her as he made the bed had you laughing.

“T… She has to eat. I don’t know what you’re being so salty for.” You giggled caressing Teddy.

“Yeah, well you were all mine before she came around.” He feigned an annoyance towards Teddy he didn’t feel. He just was jealous of the attention. She clung to you all day and frankly, he wanted to do that. “It feels unfair to be honest. She only knows you because of me.” He walked over to you and squatted down to your level. “Can you give mummy back to me please, hmm?” He spoke to your baby. Teddy's little hand reached up to grab for him. He held her hand to stop her. She fixed her grip onto his one index finger and wouldn’t let go.

“That’s insane logic. She’s a baby, T. Very different reasons for needing me.” You looked at him laughing. You handed Teddy up to him. “Are you even listening to me?” You stood up attempting to try to fix your top. You knew he wasn’t. His jaw was slack and his eyes were glossed over staring at you.

“Honestly, no,” his eyes scanned over your body once more. He was being honest the other day, he really did find you sexy, becoming a mum did things for him he didn’t expect. He rocked Teddy back and forth but he was more focused on your tits.

“T! You need to get it together!” You laughed pulling your top up more than you needed to. “Your mum’s coming soon… relax!” you teasingly scolded him.

“Teddy girl, isn’t mummy just perfect?” He cooed, pressing a kiss to her cheek before pulling you into him by your hips. Your bodies flush together with Teddy squished in between.

“Hiii Di!” You opened the front door to let Dianne in giving her a big hug. “They’re in the living room. Thank you so much for coming over. The games have been so hectic so we thought it’d be nice to spend some time.” You had never really gotten over the embarrassment you felt trying to explain to Dianne why you and Trent wanted to be together so often. She dismissed you not caring what the reason was. She understood and she didn’t mind getting some time with her granddaughter. You had plans to pick Lauren up and grab lunch all together because it was Trent’s day off. If you didn’t do something with him today, she probably would barely see him. Lauren was staying until the end of the month and then the two of you and Teddy were flying to New York. You were petrified of flying with Teddy. You hoped she’d be okay. She was quiet and calm usually but you didn’t know how it would go so it worked that Lauren would be there to help you. Trent had a game and would be joining you a day or so later. You were excited to see your family, stock up on some US essentials but more importantly get to show you little British baby your home. It was about an half hour till you had to get Lauren so you headed off for the airport. You said bye to Teddy and she was fussy but Dianne assured you she’d be fine. Teddy just really didn’t enjoy watching you walk away from her so you snuck out to Trent’s car in the garage.

“Want me to drive?” You asked even though you knew Trent preferred to. You liked when he drove. It’s not that you didn’t like driving, you were just indifferent and Trent had such a hard stance on liking it.

“No… baby.” He squeezed your hips moving past you to walk around the car to get to the driver's side door. You hopped into the car and gripped his thigh as he reversed out of your garage. You got on the road, a route you and Trent knew all too well. As you sped down the M6 Trent flicked his eyes to you and held them there for a moment in a squint before returning them back to the road.

“Yes?” You giggled questioning his silent glance.

“When did you learn how to drive, beautiful?” When he looked at you that was what he was thinking about but he couldn’t remember the answer you had once told him.

“16… like everyone else in America, baby?” You responded confused. You thought you had told him this before.

“That’s mad, you know?” he told you, keeping his eyes fixed on the road before he tapped to change the song on the dashboard screen in the car. “You’re essentially a child then.” You looked at him a little shocked coming from the boy that had played on most of the worlds biggest stages by 18.

“It’s not” you giggled. “You got yours literally two years later. What’s so different?” You turned to look at him. He shook his head conceding that it wasn’t all that different. You listened to music for a little before you spoke again. “I like when you drive.” You cooed leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“Yeah, am I a good driver?” He asked you flattered by your admission. You thought about it for a minute.

“Erm… you’re sexy when you drive.” You giggled some more.

“Wowwwww. You can drive home then.” He joked offended you didn’t gas up how great of a driver he was.

“Wait, I just said you’re sexy!” You squealed, upset about the possibility of having to do the driving home.

“Yeah, but I already know you thought that. Didn’t say I was a good driver though did you?” He quipped with a confidence and a feigned annoyance.

“Wowww. I see.” You giggled. “You’re a very good driver, T.” Trent pulled into the arrivals area and put the car in park. “Pleassseeeeee, baby.” You pressed a bunch of wet kisses against his cheek pulling at the sleeve of his long sleeve shirt. He caved easily as expected agreeing to drive home. You watched Lauren giddily skip to your car out the doors. You got out and she screamed. You looked back at Trent and he shook his head at Lauren’s antics. You laughed and hugged her tight.

“Oh my godddd it’s mummyyyyyy” she squealed, squeezing you extra tight. “Hiii daddddy” she waved to the car to Trent. He waved back waiting patiently. You put her stuff in the boot of his car and got on your way to grab some lunch. “I cannot wait to meet your Teddy girl. I can’t believe you didn’t bring her with you!” Lauren babled away. You missed her. You missed her energy. You missed her voice honestly, her accent alone provided a lot of comfort.

“Trust me it’s for the best… Teddy isn’t the most fond of the car.” Trent laughed remembering all the times you had her in her car seat to date as she cried almost every time. You all continued to catch up on the drive. Trent and his brothers used to always make fun of the way you said Manchester. To them, you over enunciated the ‘chester’ part of the word, specifically the ‘ter.’ So he did just the same to her as she spoke. You had picked up Lauren at the Manchester Airport. It was actually closer to where your house was. Your neighborhood probably was closer to Manchester than it was to the center of Liverpool so it was easier to fly out of there. You went out to eat and sat in the back of a restaurant you loved. It was just like basic food, nothing special but solid. It wasn’t a long lunch though, you had to get back to Teddy and Dianne. You drove home and Lauren was adamant on taking over the music. Trent begrudgingly handed it over. The ride was filled with new songs she just had to show you. You got out of the car finally back at your house and Trent insisted on carrying her bags in so you two let him. Lauren squeezed your waist.

“I cannot wait to meet this little peanut!” She squealed. You walked up to the door with Trent following in tow with more bags than Lauren needed to bring for the length of her trip.

“Ready to meet my baby girl?” You laughed looking back at Lauren’s eager face and pushed your front door open. You could hear the little voice you loved babbling away in the kitchen.

“Oh my goodness, are mummy and daddy home?” You could hear Dianne speaking to Teddy as well when she heard the alarm beep as you came inside. You walked into the kitchen casually. You didn’t notice Lauren slowed almost creeping down the hallway now anxious to meet her, delaying her entrance.

“Hiiiii my Teddy bear. Are you hungry my beautiful girl?” You cooed, smushing a million kisses on her cheek as she haphazardly tried to hold a bottle Dianne was helping her with. You picked your head up and looked at Dianne. “Was she okay?” You asked with a soft smile running your hands over Teddy’s head and she nodded telling you all about their day together.

“Is there a Teddy Alexander- Arnold here?” Lauren hushly asked, walking into the kitchen.

“TAA #2 is right here” you grunted picking up Teddy from her chair. “Want to meet Auntie Lauren, baby?” Teddy adamantly clung to you excited to be back in your arms. Her mouth trying to attach anywhere on your skin, drooling on you adorably.

“Di, you remember Lauren, right?” You knew the two had met at some point but wanted to make sure everyone remembered each other's names.

“Of course, of course! How was your flight, sweetie?” Dianne cooed, coming to give Lauren a friendly hug. Lauren told her all about her eventful travels including the cute guy who sat behind her as she held Teddy for the first time. Dianne nodded along. You always thought Dianne was particularly good with girls around Trent’s age given she only had boys. You initially presumed she would be weary but she raised her sons well enough that if girls got all the way to the point of meeting her they were probably okay.

“Heard you girls are going out tonight for dinner?” Dianne asked, brushing her thumb over Teddy’s cheek as Lauren held her.

“Yeah, they’re heading out. Me and this little bear are excited to have a big night in without mummy.” Trent answered for you. He came into the room and plucked Teddy from Lauren’s arms. “Right, baby bear? Want to hang out with daddy tonight?” He cooed in a voice just for Teddy. Teddy eagerly grabbed at him with a squeak.

“I missed this.” You cooed looking in the mirror at Lauren stood behind you. You got ready in your room with her for your dinner. You felt like you were in uni again with Lauren as you gossiped. You sat on your bathroom counter as she did your hair for you.

“You just missed someone doing your hair for you.” She laughed. “I missed you too.” She concurred after her teasing. You got off the counter and inspected her work. You put on a pink sequin bralette top and a pair of jeans with a kitschy pair of black heels from Loewe. The heel looked like a birthday candle. Another lavish ridiculous pregnancy purchase. You grabbed your Chanel black flap bag per usual and did one last glance over before you and Lauren headed out.

“So you’re going to drink tonight, right?” Lauren asked excitedly. You hadn’t drank since before you found out you were pregnant. There was no time like the present and there couldn’t have been a more fun time than one with Lauren so you nodded.

“You going to be okay?” You asked Trent holding onto him into the foyer. Your arms slinked around his waist. He did the same to you but a little bolder. His hands found their place on your ass like always and you liked them there.

“Nah, you’re leaving me looking like this, how am I meant to be okay.” Trent whispered in your ear. You giggled like a flustered school girl. You kissed him before you heard a little grunt coming from Teddy. Trent scooped her up.

“Say, have fun mummy.” He cooed to her. “Doesn’t mummy look pretty, Ted?” Teddy started to realize though quite quickly that you were leaving. You could hear her breath start to shorten. She began to sniffle and work herself up before she began crying.

“Oh my poor baby, I’m sorry.” You felt horrible as she tried to reach out to you. Trent held her rocking her back and forth trying to soothe her.

“Daddy’s got you.” He told her hushly. Trent mouthed for you to go. “We’ll be alright huh, Ted?” He cooed, kissing her forehead. You felt awful, like a bad mum watching her cry as you stood there about to go out. You didn't have to leave her often, especially before bedtime.

“I’ll be right back. Okay, my Teddy bear?” You kissed her tear ridden cheeks. You actually felt like you were going to cry as you walked towards an Uber with Lauren. She picked up your hand and laced it with hers.

“She’ll be okay. She’s with T. Let’s have fun!” Lauren cooed as you slid into the car. You nodded nervously looking down at your phone background. The picture of Trent and Teddy glowing in the dark car hurt your heart. As excited as you were to be with Lauren, another part of you just wanted to be with them.

You were sitting at a small table in a Mexican restaurant about half way through your first margarita and the alcohol hit you like a truck. You were in fits of giggles with Lauren.

“Are you still talking to him?” You pressed Lauren about her very confusing relationship with Jude. You knew she was. You and Trent secretly loved hearing both sides of it. Strangely and almost impressively, they were actually really communicative and always on the same page. It was the dictionary definition of a ‘situationship’ but in your opinion you believed there were more feelings there considering how well they worked.

“I talk to a lot of people, Y/N…” Lauren shot you a glare. You laughed. Not because her comment was particularly funny but because of the unfamiliar tequila that was coursing through you by this point of your dinner.

“Yeah, but not people that are best friends with my boyfriend.” As you said the last world Lauren spoke simultaneously.

“Baby daddy” she laughed over the word ‘boyfriend’ at the same time. You laughed with her.

“Yeah that too. More to my point!” You yelped picking at another tortilla chip. “Did I tell you we finally fucked?” You bluntly stated as Lauren took a sip of her drink. She almost choked.

“You said that as if you were some sort of virgin before.” She put her glass down on the table. “just as a reminder you do have a child.” She teased you. You definitely were far from being a virgin but having sex post baby felt like a big deal.

“He’s so hot, Lauren.” You moaned out. Imagining your recent times with Trent. “Like in bed…oh my godddd. It’s honestly overwhelming how good he is” you dragged on. Lauren raised her eyebrow at your dramatics:

“Yeah, well I heard the other day.” She laughed and tapped at your arm. “I like that you act like you don’t have him in the palm of your hand.” She mocked your obliviousness to truly how much Trent loved you. You took an Uber home after dinner. To say you were drunk would’ve been an understatement. You could barely walk into your house. She needed to take your heels off otherwise you were going to fall on your face. She couldn’t risk it. Lauren was fine, maybe buzzed but she’d been drinking for the past year, you hadn’t. You crashed into your couch and wouldn’t move despite her pleas. Lauren tried and tried but ultimately she gave up. You were home safe and that was the important thing. She felt bad though so she tiptoed up the stairs. By the time you two had stumbled into the house Trent and obviously Teddy were long asleep. Lauren hesitantly knocked on the bedroom door of your room. She pushed it open a little. The light from the hallway cut in. Trent groaned and rolled over. She called out his name sheepishly.

“Laur… what are you doing?” Trent groggily moaned. He certainly didn’t anticipate seeing Lauren in his room tonight. Coming to, the abnormality of Lauren there sent a wave of nerves rushing through him. Had something happened? He sprung up. “What happened? Are they okay?” Trent hurried out of bed. Lauren laughed.

“I just can’t get her off the couch” she continued laughing as Trent almost tripped trying to get a pair of sweatpants on so fast.

“Oh…Everything is fine though?” He let out a sigh of relief. He asked coming towards her at the door.

“Yeah, she is. I think her tolerance may have lapsed a little but I just thought you'd want her to make it back to your bed and not on the couch.” She explained as they walked downstairs. “Wait… “ Lauren started to quietly laugh. She placed her hand on Trent’s chest. “Stay here, you need to hear her answers to why she won’t go upstairs.”

“Y/N, let's go to bed.” She cooed sitting down next to your frame face first laying on the couch.

“I can’t, I have a baby.” You muffled into the cushion of the couch. “She’s so beautiful you don’t understand how pretty my baby is.” You whined rolling over.

“Okay” Lauren laughed. “She’s very beautiful but she’s also upstairs. We should get you upstairs too. Come to bed.”

“I can’t go to bed with you. My husband…” you sighed and threw your head to one side rubbing your hands over your face. “Well he’s not my my husband but he iss in my head. You know?” You stuttered wasted but nevertheless in love.

“Oh yeah? Why? Do you want him to be your husband?” Lauren coaxed you on to answer in front of Trent who stood out of view but in earshot. He smiled listening to you.

“He’s so sexy. Ohh my goddd.” You groaned. “He’s sexy.” You confirmed once more. Lauren laughed, turning to look at Trent as he shrugged pretty content with your compliments.

“I just need to spend the rest of my life with him.” You whined leaning further back into the couch in a slump.

“How come?” Lauren continued to press loving when you babled away drunk.

“He’s so nice to me. No one… No one has ever made me feel” you turned your back to Lauren and grabbed one of the cushions pushing your face into it. “… happy.” You muttered out, sadly feeling defeated for letting the drunk but honest words flow out. Lauren’s lip rolled into a pout. The very humorous fun of listening to you drunk for the first time in almost a year suddenly turned into something Lauren and Trent probably hated more than anything else in the world. You were quiet until you started up again “I’m not much and I know that so I don’t expect to feel happy but he makes me feel that way. That’s why I like to be with him because he takes care of me. I really think he loves me and no one’s ever loved me. I think it’s because I’m not very pretty or something. I don’t know maybe it’s my body or… he just makes me feel more special than I am…” you babbled away. Lifelong insecurities flowed out.

“Y/N, shhhhh. You’re beautiful, kind, and smart and so many people love you.” Lauren cooed, feeling terrible. She kissed your cheek to try to lighten the mood. She turned to Trent to tell him to just come and get you now but he already moved the second he heard you start talking this way.

“Alright, alright. I’m here, baby. C’mere.” He pulled you to him, you hugged him like you hadn’t seen him in ages. “You are so beautiful. I love you so much, okay? Do you understand how loved you are… how beautiful you are?” You couldn’t tell you were far too drunk but he spoke so sternly, calmly as you clung to his strong body with your currently very frail one.

“T….” You whined ignoring his questions “you got me pregnant and we had a baby.” You grabbed his face explaining something he knew very obviously.

“Yeah, beautiful.” He tried not to laugh considering how things had turned. “Can I take you upstairs?”

“My T can take me anywhere he wants. I loveee youu, babby.” You slurred, dropping your hands to his shoulders.

“Okay, upstairs it is, drunk girl.” He scooped you up. Carrying your very limp body draped in his arms. “I love you so much.” Pressing a kiss into your hair. He held you close to his chest promising he’d take care of you. You leaned your head into him comforted by the beat of your heart. “I’ll be your husband, don't you worry.” He whispered, tucking you into your shared bed. He unzipped your top then pulled a shirt of his over your head. He sat by your side beginning to wipe your makeup off. Every feature he wiped over seemed softer than usual and more fragile. His heart broke that you felt like you didn’t deserve the love he felt for you. “You’re beautiful, baby.” He whispered before he kissed your forehead before climbing in next to you.

“Can you hold me?” You muttered out barely loud enough for Trent to hear.

“Wouldn’t let you go to sleep any other way. C’mere. Come be with me.” He shifted in your bed pulling you to him. He held you so securely. You fell asleep calmed by his slow heartbeat and breathing.

In the morning you definitely didn’t feel good. Trent let you sleep in and he handled Teddy. Trent knew you’d need rest. He cradled Teddy feeding her a bottle but she was particularly fussy. He wasn’t sure why. She wouldn’t stop crying. He tried everything.

“Please baby bear, I want mummy to get some rest.” He whispered to her. He knew he had training shortly and didn’t want to leave you with your presumed pounding head and a screaming baby. You got up when you could hear the crying. It was just maternal you woke up worried about Teddy. You walked fairly quickly to her nursery with the headache Trent assumed you had. You watched Trent from the doorway try to soothe her. She wasn’t going to stop. Teddy wanted her mum and she was going to get her mum. You wrapped your arms around Trent’s waist, surprising him. You let go though and made him hand you Teddy as you sat down onto the couch. Trent looked at you apologetically. Almost instantaneously she stopped crying. Trent gave you that sympathetic smile. You looked back at him with a face that told him it was fine. He sat next to you and gave you a cuddle. He left to go for training later in the morning after having breakfast with you and Lauren. You sat on the couch with her after holding Teddy.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Lauren cooed, placing her hand on your knee.

“What do you mean?” You asked her, confused particularly by her seriousness and gentle touch.

“Just last night made me kind of sad… I know things have been hard but I kind of thought you’d let a lot of it go” she said regrettably. You were quiet, you didn’t know what to say. You knew what she was talking about. “Your value doesn’t lie with other people. I hate that you think that way about yourself.” She spoke to you trying to fix an issue in minutes that had plagued you for years.

“I can’t Lauren. It’s the only thing that makes me who I am. It keeps me in check with reality that I’m not all that.” You minimized a massive issue with self worth.

“You are all that though. Look at your life Y/N you deserve this.” She gestured around your beautiful home. “You deserve to be happy and loved. God, Y/N does he love you. Look at what you created.” She looked at Teddy in your lap “She loves you so much. You need to as well. And Y/N if not for yourself then for her. She can’t grow up the way we did, the way you did.” Lauren was referring to the times you broke down crying together disclosing things that had happened during your childhoods. You were privileged but that wasn’t enough to cover up the scars left from emotional and physical trauma you endured. Your body image issues were deeply embedded. Lauren definitely had her fair share of hurdles to overcome as a kid, we all do in life but you really struggled with your health. You confided in Lauren and after that she became your official hype women. Committed to gassing you up for the rest of your life and today was no different.

“Teddy girl, you’re gonna believe in yourself okay? Gonna be brave and strong. Mummy too.” Lauren spoke and smiled at you both. She squeezed your thigh. You pressed a bunch of kisses all over your baby girl squeezing her tight to you.

“Got that teddy bear? We always listen to Laur.” You laughed and Teddy began to giggle. You hadn’t really heard her do a proper laugh yet. You pouted at her. “You’re so perfect. Do you know that? Oh my goodness you beautiful little girl. Listen to you giggle.” You cooed as she continued with the cutest laugh you’d ever heard. When Trent came home from training you popped up with Teddy to go greet him.

“Is daddy home?!” You cooed. Her dark brown eyes just like his lit up. Trent came in and swiftly picked her up out of your arms. He lifted her up and blew raspberries onto her tummy. She began the same giggle as she squealed and squealed. It made your heart soar every time you watched them together. Lauren was right, you had a family that loved you.

“That laugh!” Trent’s eyes widened surprised and looked at you.

“I know” you giggled. “Literally an hour ago, swear. Ted, are you happy dada’s home?” You cooed lookin at her giggling away in Trent’s hold.

“Of course, she’s happy daddy’s home. Listen to youuu, baby.” He said proudly looking at Teddy giggling in his arms snuggling her to him.

“Oh you love this too much, daddy.” Lauren teased Trent about how happy he was with Teddy and being called ‘daddy.’

“Getting nervous?” Lauren asked Trent teasingly. You went to go take a shower upstairs so whilst you did Trent and her sat in the cinema watching telly with Teddy.

“Nah… well yeah, I know she said she’d want to but I’m scared she’ll say no for some reason.” He spoke to her while focusing on Teddy. He was wrapping one of her tiny curls around his finger.

“Don’t be daft” Lauren laughed at him. She knew you’d been dreaming of the day Trent would propose since the day you started dating. His apprehension was unnecessary but she understood why he’d be nervous.

A few days later Trent was dropping you off at the airport. The same route taken again. Thank god you had Lauren. You thought you two traveled with a lot of things, traveling with a baby was that times 2.

“You sure you want to go now?” Trent asked you holding you in his arms at departures.

“Baby, it’s a little late to change plans.” You giggled tilting your head up for a kiss. He agreed but he just wanted to check. He knew you’d be fine but he was nervous sending you and Teddy to travel alone. He wanted to be there to help.

When you boarded you got to your seat in first class and Lauren helped put your carryon in the overhead. You settled in and bounced Teddy on your knee. You gave her a big kiss. She squealed with a giggle. You shut your eyes with a smile. This was going to be interesting. You didn’t realize how loud she was until you needed her to be quiet. You placed your fingers over your lips and shushed her.

“Can you be quiet for me, Teddy girl?” You couldn’t help but giggle. It was a little funny how excited she was when she got any sort of affection from anyone, specifically you or Trent. She just placed her chubby little hands on your face with a big smile. She seemed happy so as long as she stayed happy during the flight it’d be okay. You figured a baby’s laugh was much more tolerable than a cry. Lauren sat behind you and began to play peek-a-boo with Teddy as you held her. She faced towards Lauren held in your arms and was transfixed as she appeared and disappeared getting through takeoff fairly easily.

The flight was long but thankfully Teddy was in and out of sleep in your arms. When you landed you got through security with a few fits of cries but just as many giggles. You got in a car Trent had arranged to pick you up from JFK to bring Lauren to her apartment before you took it to The Plaza. It was such a full circle moment to return to the hotel you began your relationship at with your baby. You walked inside and checked in at the front desk.

“Hi, how are you?” You asked politely to the man behind the counter. “Ermm.. should be under Alexander-Arnold.” You spoke as he typed away on a computer.

“What a beautiful little girl.” The man picked his head up looking at Teddy as she sleepily hugged your neck. She was exhausted after the flight.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the man. “Can you say thank you, Teddy?” You cooed at her pinching at her pudgy tummy. You knew she couldn’t respond but you just spoke to her usually. She hid further into your neck. You laughed at her.

“Ah, yes Mrs. Alexander-Arnold, I see your room right here. We’ll have someone take your bags up for you to the penthouse.” You weren’t going to correct the man that you in fact were not Mrs. Alexander-Arnold. You understood it was easier to make the reservation under one name and hell, you were standing there holding his baby it wasn’t exactly far fetched but nevertheless it wasn’t the case. It had happened plenty of times before but it definitely caught you off guard each time. “If you could follow me, I will escort you both to your room.” You didn’t think anything of it but the fact that he booked the exact same room under Mrs. was… interesting. Maybe he was just being nice, just being Trent thinking of old times. When you opened the door there was a shockingly familiar bouquet of flowers. You knew this room, you knew these flowers. It was the second time you’d seen this big bouquet of white flowers. Lisianthus, peonies, ranunculus, roses, there were so many flowers all in white hues all perfectly placed in the most incredible arrangement you'd funnily seen before. It made you emotional remembering your first time meeting Trent and after when he had gone back to England and left the same ones for you. You tried to reel in your emotions though as a bellhop placed your luggage in the room.

“You have the sweetest daddy, huh?” You kissed Teddy. She was practically asleep on you. You FaceTimed Trent immediately. You had called him after you landed but you wanted to say thank you for this. You talked for a while before he had to go, it was getting late for you and even later for him.

“Night Mrs. Alexander- Arnold” he cooed with a wink. You just thought it was his usual cheek but Trent wasn’t joking at all. He set this all up on purpose. You just had no idea what was unfolding for you.

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[dazed-and-confused23]

Act Naturally 4

Summary: Lucy and Cooper do the dirty deed. That's about it.

Pairings: Pre-war Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean

Warnings: Not much? Smut is had. Cooper gets a lil rough. Lucy is insatiable

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Cooper follows Lucy to their bedroom, a fond smirk playing on his lips when he spots the blush painting on the apples of her cheeks. He closes the distance between them, one hand cradling the side of her face while his other rests on her hip. He starts slow, a gentle push and pull of their lips before he opens his mouth and swipes his tongue over her lips.

Lucy opens up for him, and he sweeps his tongue into her mouth, curling around her own for but a moment before he pulls away to gently nip her bottom lip. His wife sighs in pleasure, and Cooper smirks as he kisses her again, sliding forward to press his thigh between the apex of her legs. His hand smooths up and into her hair, and Coop tangles his fingers in the dark locks.

"Sh-shouldn't we get undressed?" Lucy rasps, and Cooper snickers at her Impatient nature. He raises a hand to grab the zipper to her vault suit and pulls it down, exposing the white tank top she wears under it. He releases her hair so that he can use both hands to slip her arms out of the sleeves and pull the suit down to her hips. She tugs her tank top off and lets it fall to the floor, joining the rest of her clothing.

Before he goes any further, Cooper kneels in front of Lucy and unlaces her boots, tugging each one off and setting it to the side. He trails his hands up her legs, squeezing her thighs and ass before he hooks his thumbs into the waist band of her suit and pulls it down, and Lucy helps him by stepping out it so that he can toss the jumpsuit over his shoulder.

Cooper stays where he is, admiring the pale expanse of Lucy’s thighs before he leans in to press hot kisses up and down them. She trembles in his hold, and he smirks when one of her hands lays across his hair, her fingers digging lightly into his scalp. His hands cup her ass, and he slips his fingertips under the elastic of her panties.

"Whatcha want, Darlin'," Cooper teases and leans in to press a lingering kiss to her covered mound, "I ain't a mind reader."

Lucy blushes, head tilting back to stare at the ceiling before she looks back down at her husband, licking her lips, "Will you use your mouth on me, Cooper?"

He grins, and kisses her panties, cock twitching in his vault suit when he notices the growing wet spot on her panties, "Thought you'd never ask, sweetheart."

Cooper slides a finger along the elastic of her underwear, over her hip and down to the apex of her thighs where he pulls the band and lets it go to snap against her skin. Lucy jumps and sends him a soft glare even as pleasure pools in her core. He whispers an apology and then pulls her panties to the side to expose his wife's beautiful pussy.

Lucy groans, legs falling open when Cooper opens his mouth and slides his tongue along her folds. He probes forward, his tongue hot and perfect, and Lucy’s fingers tighten in his hair when he leans forward to wrap his lips around her throbbing clit.

Cooper eats his wife like a man starved, and when he pulls away to stare up at her, his face is covered in a mix of spit and her essence. He licks his lips, and kisses her quivering cunt, "Mhm. Better than ice cream and apple pie."

The young woman's face burns at his words, his name falling from her lips in an embarrassed squeak. Cooper huffs and takes pity on Lucy, bowing his head to go back to his job of pleasing his wife.

He tugs her panties down her thighs after a moment and takes the time to admire just how soaked the fabric was before he tosses them over his shoulder. Cooper nudges her shaking legs open and rubs his fingers along her folds, sticking then plenty before he gently prods at her entrance.

Lucy's eyes clench when her husband eases the first finger inside, but she doesn't feel any pain, only the burning hot arousal that threatens to consume her. One hand grips his hair, and the other lands on his shoulder, nails biting into his scalp as heat builds and builds. A ragged moan works its way out when Cooper adds another finger, and her eyes roll back when his pace quickens.

The ex-actor watches the way Lucy reacts, changing his pace or the way his fingers are crooked when he does something that makes her jerk and sigh. He wants to know everything about his wife, especially how to please her.

"Coop," Lucy whines and opens her eyes to stare down at her husband. She looks desperate, big eyes shiny with unshed tears while her thighs tremble and twitch, "I wanna come on your cock."

Cooper almost choked at her filthy words, but who is he to deny his woman? He eases his fingers out and then sucks them into his mouth before he stands. Before he can unzip his suit, Lucy's fingers find the zipper and tug it all the way down, hands shoving at the material to get it off as quickly as she could. He helped her by stepping out of his suit and kicking it to the side, before he reached for her again.

His hands landed on her hips, and Cooper walked her back to the bed where Lucy fell backward. She stared up at him, face painted in a blush and chest heaving. Cooper seals his lips around one peaked nipple, nipping and laving his tongue against the bud.

Lucy's legs fall open, and he rests been them, groaning when his aching cock met the apex of her thighs. Lucy chants his name like a prayer, hiking her legs up and over Cooper’s hips to wrap her legs around his waist. He grunts when the head of his cock slides through her folds, catches her entrance, and sinks in halfway.

"Fuck, Lucy," He snarls and and clutches her hips hard enough to bruise. She grins up at him, teeth bared and eyes blazing with lust, and Cooper doesn't think he's ever seen his wife so attractive.

"Fuck me, Cooper," she demands, and urges him forward with her legs, making him sink another half-inch inside her blazing cunt.

"Heh. You asked for it, Sugar," Cooper rumbles and snaps his hips forward, bottoming out, hips meeting hers and the tip of his cock meeting resistance. Lucy howls under him, hands scratching his back and her legs squeezing his hips tightly.

His pace is rough, brutal, and probably too fast for it to be Lucy's first time, but his wife seems to like it, and Cooper definitely isn't about to stop. He shuffles forward, getting into a better position, and bends Lucy's leg up, grinning when she folds in half and her knees meet the pillow she lies on.

"Didn't realize you were so flexible, baby," Cooper pants and slides one hand down her inner thigh, his thumb playing with her puffy folds that are stretched around his cock. Lucy whines under him, legs and stomach flexing as she looks for that peak. He helps her find it in the next second, his thumb sliding up to press harshly against her clit.

The pressure is enough to send his wife over the edge, and Cooper snarls a curse when she tightens around him, sucking him in even deeper. His hips jerk, his balls tighten, and Cooper comes with a hiss of Lucy's name, bowing forward to press his face against the side of hers as he fills her up.

Lucy's drops her legs and wraps them around his waist, and Cooper cocks a brow at her when he pushes himself up. He bares his teeth when she tightens her muscles, and his dick twitches inside her stuffed cunt. A grin curls his lips when it becomes obvious that Lucy isn't about to let him go.

"Gonna wear an old man out, girl," Cooper rumbled and dipped to kiss her. He feels her smile against his lips.

"Good."

[slasherx]

Hey again, congratulations on getting a 94%, hope you do well on the other one!

Idk if I requested this because I have horrible memory but can you do a Thomas hewitt x pregnant s/o smut, like I'm feeling it rn

If I already did request this just ignore this one

Hey again Diablo (hope you don't mind me calling you that), I was hoping for another one of your requests :3 No, you haven't requested this yet. I will have you know though (and anyone else reading who cares about this) I passed my other final!

Content: Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader

Warnings: This is smut, so 18+. Minors, DNI. Reader is pregnant.

Notes: You already know about the GIF, hehe... btw Katherine is the name of the tea lady for me. The actresses name was Kathy so I thought something close would be good.

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When you initially got pregnant, most of the house was ecstatic. Hoyt went on and on about continuing the family line, Luda Mae was excited to finally have grandbabies, and Thomas was excited to be a father. Monty was the only one who complained about the presence of a baby.

Even Katherine and Henrietta were excited for you and Thomas. But nobody was more excited than Thomas. Even before you began to show, he was touching your stomach every chance he got. He couldn't believe that all those nights led to a baby finally being put in your stomach.

It made him hard most nights to know that his seed was growing inside of you. and thats how he got between your legs this very night, making you whimper and moan for him just like how he used to before you got pregnant.

He was scared leading up to this, not wanting to hurt the baby, but he just couldn't keep his hands off of you for nine months. So here you sit, at the edge of your shared bed, six months pregnant with his child and he's using his tongue to warm you up for his cock.

His tongue darted across your slit before sliding in, squirming around and wetting your insides just nice for him, as if they weren't wet enough. He held your legs against his head, encouraging you to squeeze him between your thighs. His cock jumped at the loud moan that fell from your lips as he moved to suck on your clit.

You grabbed his hair as he sucked hard on your clit, tugging on him slightly. "Thomas, Thomas please...just fuck me. I'm ready."

Tommy looked up at you with the same uncertainty he gave you on your first night together. His tongue slid over your clit one more time before he stood up. He gently began to move you onto your knees, ass up and face down.

"Please, Tommy...don't be gentle. I can handle it." You pleaded, wiggling your ass at him.

Tommy felt his cock jump again and his pants were off in an instant. Lining up to his favorite hole - your pussy - he began to push in. He let out a loud groan as he finally sunk in. It had been a few months since he last fucked you. He missed this so much. He missed you.

He grabbed your hips and saw how his dick disappeared inside of you, and finally how your ass looked pressed flush to his groin. And suddenly, all sense of gentleness went out the window.

He pulled all the way back until just the tip was in, then he slammed back inside of you and knocked the air out of your lungs. You didn't get any time to breathe as Thomas steadily pounded into you.

You could feel how your pussy clenched around him, seemingly making him bigger as you clamped down. You moaned into the pillow you grabbed, trying to quiet the noise and be considerate of the other people in this house. Thomas however, had other plans.

He reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so you can freely moan into the air. Clapping sounds could be heard throughout the room, along with the squelching sounds of your pussy sliding along his cock.

Your back was perfectly arched so your ass was at its juciest point, and Tommy reared his hand back to slap it. You yelped at the sting, but your body continued to be jostled by his quick thrusts. You could barely keep up with him.

"To-Tommy please, slow dow-w-w-n..." You moaned, drool beginning to pile up at the corners of your mouth.

Thomas refused, grabbing the meat of your thigh and pounding further into you, sending you forwards. He let go of your hair, allowing you to drop into the pillow. With all the wieght and rocking, your arms were beginning to grow tired. Before you knew it, your arms had given out and you landed on your stomach.

Tommy grabbed your legs and flipped you on your side, one leg thrown over his shoulder. He fucked back into you, feeling his orgasm rise. He grunted and used his thumb to rub at your clit, making sure to press hard so you really feel the friction.

You moaned loudly at the pressure against your clit, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach form. "Tommy, oh Tommy, I'm gonna cum...!"

He grunted desperately to let you know he was going to cum too. After a few more harsh thrusts, he began to cum inside of you. He rubbed your clit furiously, allowing you to cum with him. You moaned loudly into the pillow, feeling your body wracked with pleasure, pulsating around your husbands cock.

Tommy slowly pulled out, and pulled his pants back up. He turned to his wardrobe and lifted up a few shirts to show a stolen wash cloth. He turns around and uses it to gently wipe you up, both of your cum being wiped up. Normally he'd finger it back into you, but he didn't think that should happen with his baby inside of you.

After discarding the wash cloth on the floor to be washed later, he climbed into the bed with you and pulled you close, kissing your forehead. You leaned up and kissed him on the lips, the mask scratching your face. He put a hand on your stomach and whimpered slightly.

"The baby is okay, honey, and so am I. I promise." You smiled at him, hair a mess and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth.

Tommy wiped away the drool from your face and pet your hair, bringing your face to his neck. He loved you, he loved your baby, and he knew you loved him too. As you slowly began to drift off to sleep, Tommy's gaze remained on you, his heart fixated on all the love he built over the years, and all the love that is to come.

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[dirtytransmasc]

the level of just... I don't want to be rude, but stupidity that just consumes this whole idea, I don't even know where to fucking start.

like what? what is this? some random person on the internet in the 20th century being a bastard is vastly different than 3 princes of the realm, son's of the heir, from a fantasy show/universe that can't be compared on a timeline, since its y'know, fictional and takes place in a fictional timeline, but most things point it being vaguely 12th century based. its not some fucking gotcha, like yup a lot of people nowadays are born out of wedlock, myself included, that totally nullifies any and all consequences of being a royal bastard at a time when being a bastard was literally a death sentence...

like what else should I say? this is just so nonsensical, I can't even come up with a response.

it's really tiring seeing TB fans strip the context and nuance from literally every scenario ever. like it was never really about them being bastards, it was about them being bastard prince's, that were still being pushed as legitimate heirs to not one, but two thrones, and were an active threats to multiple children (Alicent's children. Baela and Rhaena, cause if they hadn't been betrothed to Jace and Luke, which is a death sentence in its own right, would have to be taken out of the picture to secure the boy's reigns. their own legitimate siblings.), and the fact that its literal treason committed by the heir to the throne, who then did whatever it took to defend her lies, no matter who it hurt... like yes, people were mad that they were the bastard, but it was definitely influenced by all of the context surrounding it.

then there's the comments, which... jesus... these are my favs (warning, they're somehow more nonsensical):

so first off, we have this one, which, the logic is so far out the window I don't even think any amount of logical response can touch it. bastards are, by definition "a child born to parents who are not married to each other" which doesn't describe Alicent's children at all. just because they don't meet your weird, blood purity, eugenics type bullshit standards, doesn't make them bastards, it just makes you dense.

and then there's this one. just because it wasn't shoved down your throat so hard you can't even attempt to refute it, like it was in the show, in the books, doesn't mean it wasn't there, and doesn't mean its not true, your head just permanently takes residence in your ass. they were most definitely bastards in the books, they just showed it instead of told it, unlike the show that told you outright that they were.

I just want one day where TikTok doesn't give me a stroke, cause this damn near put me over the edge.

[coucous-ballad]

me when a swiftie appears on my feed, shit talking matty

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.