#come clean my pipes daddy

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

#come clean my pipes daddy #daddy Luigi #morgan answers #Finn 🌙 #thicc daddy #thanks Reddit for this picture

[choso-star]

jjk men and jobs!!

summary:

jjk men and there modern jobs!!

characters:

gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, ino

authors note

wow this was a lot more than i was thinking id wrote for my first time! let me know what you think!

CONTAINS! nsfw, fluff

bartender! gojo

-i just see gojo as a bartender, i have literally no clue why i just do.

-just imagine him standing behind the bar, muscles showing through his tight dress shirt, sleeves slightly pulled up🤭🤭

-thats definitely how you guys met, him standing behind the bar on your 21st birthday, your friends long gone partying and you just sitting there, looking all sweet.

“aww look at the little birthday girl layin down and takin my cock so well” all you can do to respond to the man pounding into you is clench your pussy around his cock. “to fucked dumb to say anything? its okay baby we’ll be finished soon and i can send you back to your friends” when you do end up going back to your friends, gojo is back behind the bar serving drinks and your walking out of the bar with cum dripping down your leg.

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tattoo artist! geto

-i have such a love hate relationship with this man😞

-he looks like he would genuinely be so talented, and so skillful with his hands(🤭)

-his favorite tattoos to do are definitely the more intricate ones he can really put his heart into

-you probably came into his shop, no appointment and wanting your first tattoo. normally, he probably wouldnt have done it for anybody else, but you’re just to cute to refuse.

“hold still princess, it’ll only hurt for a moment” geto says, pressing the needle to your skin, a loud cry leaving your throat. normally, this wouldnt bother him but today its just different. no matter how many times he tells you to stay quiet or for you to not move, you dont listen, you cant help it after all. “y’know what if your gonna keep bitchin i’ll make you quite”

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piercer! choso

-this man has my heart he could literally do anything to me

-choso is such a sweetheart, he really is, but he doesn’t necessarily look that sweet.

-with his strong build, arms covered in tattoos, several piercings, he looks a little more rugged.

-this certainly wasnt your first piercing, but it was one of your more painful ones, and based on the reviews, choso was your best and safest bet.

-you were definitely nervous but once you saw choso you almost turned around and left. but your committed, your going to get this piercing.

“just lay down on the chair and it wont take very long” you lay down, ‘to late to turn back now’ you thought. as you lay back choso takes his seat in between your legs, preparing everything to complete the piercing. his hands slightly lifted up your shirt to expose your belly button. you would be lying if it wasn’t a great sight. “so pretty, ready for your piercing?”

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ceo! nanami

-i know, i know “ceo? everyone puts him as that” its just what he is😞

-he looks so good, sitting at the desk in his office, one foot crossed over the other propped on the desk, working on paper work

-your just his little secretary bringing him coffee every morning and checking up on him every so often. i guess you wouldnt want colleagues to know what you always do at your 2 o’clock meeting.

“such a good girl bent over the desk for me” he says, fingers plunging in and out of your tight cunt. “nanamin p-please give’m more” you slur out, then feeling a sharp slap across your ass, causing you to whimper. “if you dont shut up your not getting any of my cock”

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plumber! toji

-oh god he can come clean my pipes whenever 😊😊 (please send help)

-definitely fucking hates his job😭 wishes he didnt have to work but knows he needs the money bad.

-you would think he would half ass shit to get it done but he’s doing everything the best he can so he never has to come back.

-and then he came to your house, or, your daddys mansion.

“m’better hurry up before your daddy gets home” toji says, holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. “t-toji your too big., m’gonna cum soon- ah” you cried out, but your sobs fell to deaf ears as toji started fucking up into you harder “c’mon baby lets make this quick, we can do more next time”

toji didn’t fix all of your houses pipes this time, looks like he’ll have to come back to finish the job.

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actor! megumi

-he’s a pretty boy so ofc he’s gonna be on screen

-all the girls want him, he’s literally the josh hutcherson of his universe. constant edits being made of him, always being shipped with someone new.

-what they wouldnt expect is the one he wants isnt an actor, a producer, another celebrity of any kind, but his own personal makeup artist

“hold still megs i have to put more blush on you” you say, slightly sticking your tongue out to concentrate. megumi’s hands find there way to your hips, and pulling you down onto his lap, causing you to accidentally get to much blush on the side of his face“megumi! now im gonna have to redo your base” you whine, but megumi doesn’t care, pulling you into a slow kiss “as long as i get to spend more time with my favorite girl”

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delivery driver! yuji

-i felt bad for giving him a delivery driver (no hate to delivery drivers obvi) i feel like its so much less glamorous but it kinda fits him😭😭

-yuji is a little pizza boy, driving around the city in his busted, broken toyota camry, but whatever pays the bills right?

-but, hes a broke college student and this is the only way to pay off all his loans.

-its his last house for the night, he walks up to the door and sees you, teary eyed and holding a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

“fuck.. you like that? do i fuck you better than he ever could” he said, your pushed against the wall with yuji fucking you at a pace you cant keep up woth “mmmhm.. m’yes- y..uji soso good!” you cry out, tears spilling from your face as he keeps going “good, i’ll fuck the thoughts of him out of your mind”

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firefighter! ino

-oh my lord imagine this man in firefighter gear, AWOOGA, that hose aint the only thing spraying🥰(im sorry that was so bad😭)

-ino is a caring person, putting others safety before his own, i mean thats his job as a firefighter.

-so when someone sets your apartment on fore, ino is the first one rushing in to help, even tho he has no clue who you are

-he helps you out, and then theres the investigation, but ino is the only one you trust to talk to about what happened! looks like you’ll be spending a lot more time with him!!

“cmon baby im only fucking you in here cause you basically begged for me infront of those police officers “ he says hips snapping against your own, balls slapping your ass. “i only wanna talk to that firefighter ino! cant i talk to ino!” he says in a high pitch tone meant to be mocking you. “well now im here so talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.”

#toji fushiguro #toji smut #jjk fanfic #gojo #yuuji #ino takuma smut #megumi smut #nanami smut #nanami kento #choso smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #honestly not bad for my first time #bakaakawaka

[hairmetal666]

cw// cancer mentioned, no character death

Eddie's moving to Chicago with his boyfriend and their best friend.

Eddie's moving to Chicago and it feels like everything is finally coming together.

Eddie's moving to Chicago, Steve Harrington is his boyfriend, and his life is starting.

Eddie's moving to Chicago, but then Wayne gets sick.

He tells Steve that he can't leave, not yet, needs to take care of his uncle.

And Steve, his Steve, perfect Steve, says with no hesitation, "I'll stay. Eddie, I'll stay with you. We'll go in six months. Together, that's the plan."

But Eddie can't let Steve do that; Steve who is everything bright and good and right in the world. Steve needs to get out, even if Eddie can't.

He insists Steve go, insists so hard that Steve can only agree, though Eddie can tell it's killing him.

Before they leave, Steve and Eddie cling to each other.

"Six months, baby. Just six months and then I'll be with you."

"I'll stay, Eds. Let me stay for you?"

"Not in a million years. What's six months in a lifetime together?"

"You mean that?" Steve whispers, the words tickling against Eddie's neck.

"Of course, sweetheart. Never meant anything more in my life."

They cling harder, crying against each other, despite it being goodbye for now and not forever.

They haven't said "I love you" yet, and the words hang on his tongue as the embrace ends, but he can't say it now; not when six months of time and 200-plus miles will separate them.

Except Wayne isn't better in six months. He's not worse, but the cancer's still there, he's still sick. And Eddie can't leave.

Eddie figured something like this would happen. Knew in the back of his mind that Steve and Robin and Chicago were never anything but a pipe dream.

When he calls Steve, he thinks he's ready.

"Okay, so Hopper's letting us borrow his truck, but he needs to know our timeline. You think next Saturday--"

"Steve." He says. His stomach clenches.

"What's wrong?" Because Steve knows, like he always does.

"Wayne's not better."

Steve is silent for a beat. "Okay...that's okay. I'll come back. Right now. Tonight. We'll do this tog--"

"You know I can't let you do that."

"Eddie--"

"No, Steve, don't. Okay? Let's just. It's time, you know?"

"It's not. Eddie, it isn't. Don't do this. Please, please," Steve cries.

"It's for the best. I know you can't see it now, but it is. You need to live your life, Stevie. Get that degree. Be someone."

"Eddie," Steve sobs. "Please. You have to know that I lo--"

"Don't," Eddie snarls. Doesn't mean to but can't hear those words, the three that will break him in two. "This is for the best, Steve. A clean break, yeah?"

"No." And Eddie hears Steve shuffling on the other end, like he's getting up. "I'm not letting you do this. I'm coming back, and we're doing this together. A lifetime, remember?"

Eddie's crying now, can't help it. "Please, don't. Steve, just--it's over, okay? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't do this anymore."

He hangs up the phone before Steve can argue, cries himself to sleep.

5 Years Later

Eddie never gets over Steve Harrington. His golden boy, the brave, perfect, kind, bratty man who has his whole heart.

Wayne is okay. Will never not have cancer, but he's doing good. And Eddie runs a record store in the town over. Visits some bars in Indy when he feels a certain kind of lonely. He's settled, finally, is the thing. He's settled and happy enough, so of course, that's when it happens.

He's at the grocery store, stopped in produce. There's a little girl, maybe 3 or 4--bright pink shirt, chestnut hair, little overalls--sitting in a cart by the tomatoes.

The sight of her sparks something in Eddie's chest, but he doesn't understand what or why, and then she's pointing at him, smiling and wiggling. "Daddy!" She shrieks.

That's when Steve Harrington swoops around the corner, reaching for the girl, his daughter, and Eddie takes a step away, ready to run from this.

The girls says, "That's the boy in all your pictures." She giggles and points at Eddie more. Steve blushes, and Eddie's assaulted by so many things all at once he thinks he may pass out.

"Stevie," he hears himself saying.

Steve freezes, looks at Eddie, so much knowing in those hazel eyes it makes him a little sick. But it still surprises him when Steve pulls him into a hug. Being in those arms again, It's like everything keeping him together falls apart. He sinks into the hold, breathes in deep, feels like home.

It shouldn't, though. Steve's got a kid. Probably a wife. Can't have his ex-boyfriend falling apart in his arms in the grocery store. Eddie disengages, steps back a little. Steve blinks, eyelashes fluttering, and Eddie is still so in love with him it hurts.

"I should--I should go," he mumbles, gripping at the back of his neck like it's a lifeline. The little girl giggles more, bouncing in her seat, and he's overcome with fondness. Can't help but give her an exaggerated bow as he goes.

He makes himself walk to the end of the aisle, but once he's left Steve behind, he runs.

That night, when a knock comes at his door, nothing prepares him for a sheepish Steve Harrington standing on the other side.

"Sorry to drop by unannounced," Steve says, manners still impeccable. "Wayne gave me your address. I'm glad--I'm glad he's doing okay, Eddie."

Eddie's too astonished to respond, nods for a few seconds before, "Th-thanks. Uhh, you wanna come in?"

Steve does and then they're in Eddie's little living room together and what the fuck is he supposed to do?

"Where's the kid?" he asks. He gestures Steve to the couch.

Steve smiles, a soft thing that's a knife to Eddie's heart. "Oh, I left her with Robin. They'll be fine for a few hours. Her name's Ellie, by the way. Ellie Jane Harrington."

"She knows who I am?" Eddie asks.

"Course. I told her about everyone. Showed her pictures. I hoped she could meet you one day."

"Yeah?" Eddie can't stand the thing that unfurls in his chest, blooming with love, so much care it aches in his teeth. "I swear next time I won't run away."

Steve laughs, hazel eyes fond in a way that Eddie can't look at for too long. "You didn't run away, Eds. It was a weird--reunion."

Eddie chuckles, pulls hair over his face. "A little bit. Not every day you run into your ex and his daughter scoping out tomatoes."

"I was hoping to give you a call, ask you out to dinner, or something. Not my kid recognizing you at Bradley's Big Buy."

"You wanna take me out to dinner, Stevie?" He asks before he can think better of it. Steve blushes red, and god Eddie missed him.

"Thought it might be nice, yeah. Get to know each other again."

It's Eddie turn to blush. "Why are you here?" He asks, good of a segue as any.

"Here, like, in your apartment, or here in Hawkins?"

"Both."

"I'm--uh--the new counselor at Hawkins High. Might coach the basketball team."

"But--Chicago," is all Eddie can say.

Steve laughs. "It was fun for a while, but--I don't know, man, it got hard with a kid. Joyce told me about the job opening and I decided to try."

"And Ellie's mom?" Eddie doesn't want to ask, can't stand not knowing.

Steve's eyes fall. "Ah," his hands squeeze into fists. "She's not in the picture. Never really was. After--" he takes a deep breath. "After we broke up, I sort of. Lost myself for awhile. Slept around. One night, I got this call saying that a baby had been surrendered at a fire station, my name listed as the father."

"Oh, sweetheart. I bet you didn't hesitate."

Steve stares at his hands, smiles. "Not for a second. I cried when I saw her, Eds. Just fucking sobbed. She was so beautiful. Then I had to figure out how to raise a kid and finish school."

"But you did it." Eddie can't hide that he's crying anymore.

Steve nods, is crying too.

"I'm really proud of you, sweetheart," Eddie whispers.

They look at each other, tear stained and sad but somehow so happy, and Steve leans forward, presses his mouth to Eddie's. He freezes, shocked to stillness, overwhelmed with the thing he never thought he'd have again.

Steve pulls back, face red and eyes wide. "I'm so sorry. I got it in my head--" he stands, fumbling for his keys. "I should have never--you told me we were done and I know you meant it. But I saw you in the grocery store and I thought, you know, I'm never getting over him. I'm so stup--"

"Steve, wait" Eddie snaps out of it all at once, hurrying to where the man he's never stopped loving is shoving his feet inexpertly into his shoes.

"Don't leave," he says, almost whispering. "Please don't leave. Steve, I'm so, so sorry for how I ended things. I was so young and stupid, and--I didn't want you to lose your dreams for me."

Steve turns then, tears trickling down his cheeks. "You were my dream, Eds. You still are. I should have come back, made you let me stay. But I thought--maybe your feelings had changed. That you didn't--that you weren't--"

Eddie can't help it, pulls Steve into his arms. "I was. I am. You're all I've ever wanted." He presses his face to Steve's hair, breathes in deep. "I loved you then. I love you now. I've loved you every day in between."

"I love you," Steve sobs. "I love you so much."

They kiss, lips slotting together like they never stopped. It's salty with tears, but it's perfect. It's them.

Their mouths part, but they stay in each other's orbit; need the proximity after years apart.

"I have a kid now, Eddie," Steve says into the silence between them.

"Yeah," Eddie nods. "She's beautiful. Looks like her dad."

Steve smiles, flushes again. "She needs stability in her life, you know? She's my priority. Always will be. And if I--if this--"

Eddie knows. Understands his boy just as well now as he did back then. "We'll take it as slow as you need, baby. I want to be there for both of you. When you're ready. And until then, I'll be wherever you need me."

More tears escape Steve's eyes, but Eddie brushes them away. "We have a lifetime to figure it out."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #oneshot #break up #second chance at love #reconnection #mutual pining #angst #angst with a happy ending #girl dad steve harrington #steve harrington has a kid #good nephew eddie munson #wayne has cancer #getting back together #eventually ellie calls eddie daddy and everyone cries #soft #a little bit of fluff amongst the heartache

[babyjakes]

did something bad.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

#eun's writing #did something bad #kinkmas 2023 #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #daddy!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x little!reader #soft!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen one shot #lloyd hansen blurb #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen headcanon #the gray man #the gray man fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

[dirtybitfic]

Lets get horny

chris x y/n

Contains- talking about sexual topics, smutt, kinks, dom-chris, bondage, blindfolds, choking, slapping, rough, orgasm control, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, daddy kink.

y/n pov-

The guys decided to make a r-rated video and see how it goes and naturally they asked me to join them they said it was a "comfort" thing having me there when they talk about such topics.

I obviously said yes so right now we're parked in a spot and getting the camera ready.

i'm sitting in the back with nicks as he's going through the list of questions and topics well be talking about.

i've never been one to share my personal life on social media so i'm a bit stand offish with the video i'm about to be in but id do anything for them so here I am.

okay cameras set but y/n scoot closer to the middle so the camera can see you. matt says and I scoot closer touching legs with nick . I feel bad im so much in his space but it is what it is.

okay everyone ready nick asks and we all say yes.

Okay hey guys today were doing a rated r video since you all seemed to really want one nick says and we all nod along.

as you can see we have y/n here with us matt says looking back at me and I give an awkward smile and nod .

okay nick what's the first topic chris asks as he smiles a devious look on his face as he rubs his hands together.

okay umm first kiss stories well start if off a little chill he says

ill go first . okay I think I was like 15 and I was hanging out at the. park with some friends and I kissed a girl that was there and yeah thats it matt says as he smiles and looks at chris to go next

okay It was like 8th grade and I kissed a girl at our dance win the hallway and yeah that was my first kiss he says and then looks back at us .

I look at nick brows raised

I role my eyes as he smiles

okay fine ill go . I was a freshman in highschool and I went on a movie date with a kid who was literally 5'2 I shiver from the memory but yeah he kissed me

I look at nick waiting for him to answer

umm I think I was 17 and I went on my first date with a guy and he kissed me when he dropped me back off at home and yep thats it ... okay next topic .Ummm loosing our virginity

oh god I sigh as I lean my head back in embarrassment

ill go first I guess . It was senior year for me . it was very awkward chris says

I lost mine junior year also very awkward

I lost mine senior year

I internally scream as I know I have to answer now

I lost mine sophomore year

damn youngest out of all of us chris says smiling back at me and I cut my eyes and mouth "turn around" making him put his hands up in surrender and turn back around chuckling.

okay now well get into the juicy stuff , most embarrassing thing thats happened during sex he says with a laugh .

well there was one time a girl was riding me and I leaned forward at the same time as her and we but heads really hard and she started crying he says laughing

ooh awkward I say laughing a bit too.

there was one time a girl asked me to choke her and I gripped to tight and she choked cause I was pressing on her wind pipe

come on chris everyone knows you squeeze the sides not the middle I say rolling my eyes and smiling

okay ms choking expert he says looking back at me narrowing his eyes.

I shrug my shoulders

since you have so much to say lets hear yours he says tilting his head.

okay fine... there was one time a guy tried to talk dirty to me and I laughed right in his face

poor guy matt says and we all laugh

okay there was one time as guy hadn't uhh cleaned up the area well and I literally left cause I just couldn't do it nick says shaking his head.

I laugh damn nick

yeah yeah anyways next one this ones mostly for y/n cause its how many times has someone made you cum during sex and obviously its easier for guys then girls

I sigh as my face Gets red .

I look down at my hands as I mumble zero

sorry what I didnt hear you

I said zero

wait what ... never matt asks shocked

nope never I say as I get embarrassed

damn thats embarrassing for the guys you've been with chris says laughing .

okay now lets ask how many times have you two made someone cum

matt and Chris look at each other smiling

4 times I think matt answers shrugging

wait all in the same day I ask shocked .

yeah why he asks looking back at me smiling

oh nothing just wish it was that easy for me I say as I look out the window .

he nods his head in understanding as we all look in chris's direction

oh uhm I think 6 he says smirking after .

damn okay then well now we have some questions y/n wanna find a good one he asks and I say sure as I take the phone scrolling through trying to find a good one.

okay this one is bold but what's your kinks I read off as I look up .

I have a couple but ill say two ... chocking and... bondage but not like ropes just like belts and shit matt says turning a little red as he sighs and looks at chris .

ummm ill say a couple of mine , slapping, chocking uhhh breeding and daddy kink he answers confidently before looking back at us .

I try and hide the blush that creeps up o my face. I have a little crush on chris so hearing these things about him have me flustered and a little turned on.

nick you go first I say as I think through all my crazy ass kinks trying to think of the ones that won't be to crazy to admit.

okay uuh chocking, slapping and like dom and sub type thing he answers then looks at me .

hold up let me look through my list real quick .I say as I open my notes app

damn you got a whole list Chris asks a little shocked

yeah why is that a bad thing I ask a little nervous

no just didnt know people keep lists

well ... shit I don't know if I wanna out myself like this I say as I read through my list realizing most of them are a bit out there compared to theirs

nick looks over my shoulder whispering a damn making me smack him

girl you freaky the last one is crazyyy nick says as he chuckles.

now we have too know just read the chill ones matt says as he looks back at me

okay ummm... humiliation, impact play which is like slapping and whips and stuff , umm fuck thats the most chill one

they cant be that crazy chris says with raised brows as he looks back at me

oh don't be too sure about that nicks says and I smack his arm again.

okay fine ill say three more , choking , dom and sub and uhh cnc

wait what's cnc

umm consensual non consensual

hold up matt says as he looks up the definition

oh wow he says as he reads it and hands it to chris too read

oh ... so its like a submission type of thing

yeah I guess so idk I think its more liking the idea of playing out being forced even though its fully consensual

hmm okay I understand it better after you explained it like that

okayyy next one I say getting embarrassed . I look through the questions finding one I know will be juicy .

okay biggest sexual fantasy you have I read off as I look up waiting for one of them to answer

how about you go first this time matt says smiling back at me cocking his head to the side

nah last tike I checked this is you guys channel not mine y'all go first I sass back . I need to get a feel for how crazy there's are so I can narrow mine down to the best one to say out loud.

okay fine whatever i'll go nick says as he talks about his fantasy of someone overstimulation him which is very tame compared to all of mine.

okay mine would be like role playing as like a teacher or student or something like that Matt says as he looks at Chris waiting for him to answer.

okay mine is to have complete control over a girl like tying her up and going for hours until she's crying and begging me to stop chris says as he smirks .

my legs clench and I can feel a pulse start in between my thighs .

I gulp as they all turn to me waiting for me to answer

i... ummm I have a fantasy of being fucked by a guy in a ghost face mask I say as I get red and embarrassed

oh come on you have to have one more freaky than that chris says as he looks at me with a smirk

I mean I do but some of them I don't want to share to 6 million people I bite back making it obvious I don't want to share the other ones.

I know one of hers nicks says smiling and I slap his chest harder than I meant too

shut the fuck uuuup nick I say in a sing song voice showing my annoyance.

nah nick tell us chris says as he narrows his eyes at me like hes challenging me.

I sigh as I cover my face and sink lower in the seat

she has one of being tied down and blindfolded and being over stimulated and also..

I cu them off by slapping my hand over his mouth as he still says it into my hand but its muffled .

okay okay well stop chris says as he laughs and turns back around .

I take my hand off oh nicks mouth and he smiles wide before opening his mouth and the words fall out

being forced to crawl to a guy by a collar and chain he rushes out before scooting further away from me knowing im gonna beat his ass

both matt and chris eyes pop out of their head as they turn to me mouth open and brows raised

I read it in a book okay now turn the fuck around I say as I grab nicks arm and mouth "im gonna kill you"

he just smiles and goes to do the outro to the video.

once we finish we headed back to their house since I was sleeping over .

nick tells me hes gonna be in his room editing for a bit and I know that means he needs space and quiet so I decide to chill on the couch.

as im zoned out on my phone a hand grabs my shoulder making me jump .

I look back and see chris

he smiles at me and I return it

come with me he says as he holds out his hand

what why I say as I get up and take his hand

you'll see he says with a expression I cant place .

I gulp as I follow him to down the stairs and into his room.

he shuts the door and locks it making me even more nervous

so he says as he tilts his head and smirks

soo i question back as I stumble back as he steps closer

what did you think about the video he says as his hand comes up and traces my jaw

I gulp which makes him smile harder

it was fun I guess I-i don't know I stumble back again as he gets even closer .

mmm I know you liked it ... you wanna know why he asks as I smirk grows onto his face and his eyes sparkle with lust.

wh-why I question as my heartbeat accelerates

I saw the way you got red and your thighs clenched when I talked about all the things ive done

mm I hum as he closes the space between us so his front is flush with mine

his hand slides into my hair at the back as he pulls it tight making me look up at him

do I turn you on y/n he asks as he leans in closer our faces so close if I moved forward just an inch our lips would touch.

my face heats up as my knees buckle

I- uh I don't ... I cant even finish my sentence before he interrupts me

I think I do ...I think you want me just as much as I want you he says as he presses a soft kiss right under my ear making me whimper

am I right he whispers into my ear making me gulp.

I- y-yes I whisper . His hands moves to my neck squeezing a bit causing me to whimper .

He smiles as he walks me back until my legs hit the bed and I flop down on the edge .

He stands above me as I look up at him through my lashes.

here's what's gonna happen your gonna be a good girl and strip for me ... and then im gonna tie you up and use you . does that sound good ma

I whimper as I nod my head and start slipping my sweat shirt over my head then my shorts and underwear .

good now lay down he orders and I scoot myself further onto the bed and lay down.

He grabs my wrist as he ties my right arm to another one connected to something behind his bed frame then he switches to the other one doing the same thing.

I tug a bit too see how much movement I have which is little to none.

He moves to my legs and ties them so im spread out for him .

I whine from the way my limbs are tightening from the stretch which only makes him smile and chuckle.

fuck you look so hot tied up for me he groans as his hands roam my naked body until his hands move to my tits and he pinches and pulls my hard nipples making me gasp and arch off the bed. He continues groaning and adding a couple light slaps to my tits as he starts sucking on my neck leaving marks as he goes along.

Im a whimpering mess for him and ive never felt so alive. I never thought that video would lead to this but ive always wanted a man to do this too me and the man being chris makes me ten times wetter.

chris p-please I whine out in a begging tone wanting him to touch me where I need him most . I know I sound pathetic judging by the way he smirks into my neck .

what do you want baby he asks as he looks down at me .

a-anything just please I whimper as I look into his eyes.

he smiles before he moves to be in-between my thighs

fuck so wet for me he groans as he runs his fingers through my wetness making me gasp and buck into him .

his mouth all the sudden latched around my clit and he licks and sucks at the perfect pace that has me whining . He slips one finger into me and pumps it in and out making my legs tense and shake.

F-fuck chris I whine as I try and close my legs but remember they are tied and I physically cant close them.

he adds another finger and starts sucking on my clit sending my body into overdrive with how much pleasure im in.

f-fuck fuck oh-my I cry out as I shaking and gasping for air . Im so close and he can obviously tell by the way my body is trembling .

Come on slut cum all over my face he says before going right back to sucking and licking.

I scream his name as I reach my orgasm and my body goes tense in the restraints army legs shake .

thats it such a good girl he praises as I come down from the high . His fingers are still pumping in and out .

Im trying to catch my breathe as he comes back up and hovers over me placing kisses and bites on my neck and chest . He curls his fingers to perfectly hit the spot that drives me crazy.

C-chris wait I he cuts me off

You're gonna take it. I know you can he says in a deep gravely voice that makes me even more wet.

im whimpering and breathing heavy as I feel pressure build and squelching sounds can be heard signaling i'm going to squirt.

f-fuck oh-my god chris I cry out as I feel my juices spray out of me all over the bed, his hand and my legs.

he pulls out his fingers and grabs my throat as he brings me into a deep needy kiss.

I knew you'd look pretty when you cum and before I even have the chance to comprehend what he just said my legs are untied and i'm flipped over onto my knees and back arched. My arms are uncomfortably crossed over each other pulled tightly by the restraints.

I hear clothes rustling and it only takes a second before the bed behind me dips and I feel his body right behind me.

His hand comes down on my ass making me gasp .

you like that don't you he says in a dark tone with a bit of amusement mixed in.

he slaps harder

I said don't you he waits for me to answer

y-yes I l-like it in stutter out

good girl using your words he whispers in my ear before I feel him rub his tip along my folds making me whimper .

My breathe is taken away as he slides into me so deep that all I can do is cry out .

He stays still for a second stoking my back sweetly before his hand grabs my hair tightly and he starts slamming into me relentlessly.

C-CHRIS OH MY

I scream out as he somehow thrusts more rough than before.

I’m moaning and shaking as he continues slamming into me with such force my wrist burn from the restrains and how they continue tightening with each movement.

Just a good girl taking my dick so deep

He says to me as he lets go of my head and it drops on-top of my arms

Fuck fuck IM GONNA CUM I cry out as my legs start to shake and my arms tense

Not until you beg me for it

He says as he grabs my hips and angles my back so he hits even deeper making me to struggle to get any words out.

p- fuck please can I cum please I whine out holding my orgasm back painfully.

mmm no I think you can do better than that he says as he continues his rough deep thrusts

my legs are shaking and im gasping trying do get the words out

PLEASE FUCK PLEASE DADDY CAN I CUM PLEASE I scream out praying to god he'll finally let me.

fuck yeah you can cum he groans out and I immediately break as I cum harder than I ever have before . I scream out as i'm coming down and legs continue shaking .

such a good girl for me he groans as he slows his pace down giving me a moment to rest.

He pulls out and flips me onto my back as he stares down at me .

god you're beautiful he says as he slides back in .

I blush as I continue looking into his eyes.

he comes down to kiss me and he starts pounding into me again . I try my best to continue the kiss but fail when he lefts my legs onto his shoulders and hits my spot repeatedly .

f-fuck oh my god I moan as his hand comes down to my lower stomach where he's bulging inside me .

yeah you feel how deep I am he groans as he smirks down at my face morphed into full pleasure.

mhm fu-fuck im gonna I cry out but cit myself off as my juices squirt out all over him and the bed below.

fu-fuck he groans in pleasure as he watches me squirm and whimper.

my legs shake on his shoulders as I start to become very overstimulated.

c-chris I c-cant I whine as I try and move my arms to push him away but fail.

come on baby you can give me one more I know you can he says in a deep sweet tone as he strokes my hair.

mmm o-okay I whimper out as he does my legs and lowers his body flush with mine and his arms wrap around and under me lifting my lower half up just a little .

he starts pounding into me rough again and his thrusts get sloppier telling me hes close too.

fuck your gonna be a good girl and cum with me he groans into my ear and I whimper and shake my head in response .

my legs start trembling around his waist and my whole body starts twitching the closer I get to my final orgasm .

All that can be heard is skin slapping and my heavy breathing mixed with his deep groans.

he groans loudly into my ear bringing me even closer to my orgasm.

fuck come on ma cum for me he groans and I do just that .

he thrusts a couple more times before he fills me up and his body drops onto mine as we breathe heavy .

Jesus I say as im still catching my breathe and he comes up and invites my arms and I sigh in relief and I stretch them .

he goes to the bathroom to grab a towel and then cleans me off .

that was... the best sex ive ever had he says smiling down at me

yeah same I say as I laugh a little .

can I tell you something he asks as he looks at me with a slightly worried expression.

yeah of course I say as I sit up and give him my full attention.

ive wanted to that for so long like ... ive liked you for a while I just was to scared to tell you he says as his face gets a bit red from embarrassment .

chris... i've liked you for a while too I just didn't want to scare you away I say as my face gets red and I cant help but smile.

he brings me into a tight hug making me laugh and he laughs too .

you free Saturday he ask and I look at him

yes why

cause we're going on a date he says with a big smile on his face.

we lay down and get comfortable and drift off to sleep.

#chris sturniolo #smut #fanfiction #bd/sm daddy

[romanoffsbish]

We Bought a Zoo

Wanda x Natasha

WandaNat x F!R

Request ( @mostlymarvelsstuff )

Warnings: None. Super fluffy | 6,350 Words

Smut: Natasha has a dick. Daddy (N), Mommy (W), Peach (R), Oral (All), Fingering (R), Magical Bonding—Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Choking, Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI | Marked / Please Don’t Report

"Natalia," Wanda barked without any bite, her patience with her girlfriend was nearing paper thin, but at the end of the day she was just too cute to really yell at, especially when she's just excited for the prospects of the day ahead.

Natasha pouted at her, she'd be the picture of innocence too if not for the pink frosting on the tip of her nose, and the sprinkles on her chin.

"Stop eating my decorations, and start setting up the tray with the breakfast I cooked her."

"Okay," Natasha innocently kissed Wanda's lips, the touch meant to be distracting, so it was firm, she was attempting to dip her hand in the bowl of rainbow sprinkles, but the witch was always a step ahead, "Nice try kotenok."

The redhead sulked away after the red wisps released her wrist, her pout managed to be even deeper now, but it didn't stay low for long as she popped one of your grapes into her mouth, giving herself away as she hummed.

——

"You should have at least ten cavities with how much sugar you eat, you're a fiend Natalia."

Natasha snorted in amusement, "What can I say Wands, I have a taste for the finer things in life, if I had it my way I'd be skipping all the sweet confections, and go straight into eating the entree; skip all the wooing at the zoo."

Wanda slapped her girlfriend in the back of the head with a dish towel, her powers moved the fabric across the room with exact precision.

"Ow!" Wanda stuck her tongue out at her lover, and before the redhead could retaliate Friday was whispering, "Here's your report on Y/N, it appears she is finally stirring, and my system indicates she will be up within ten minutes."

"Thanks Friday," Natasha mumbled over a strawberry, making her lover grimace when a chewed up piece landed on the clean counter.

"Wow, I just don't understand how I landed such a stunner," Wanda sassed at the woman who met her words with a roll of the eyes, "When was the last time you cooked breakfast in bed for me Wanda? Hm? Oh yeah, never."

Wanda shrugged, an air of indifference in the gesture, "Most days you 'eat' coffee for breakfast, then complain at lunch time that your tummy hurts. Can't help the hopeless."

"Hey, I am not hopeless!"

"Update: She is awake, and heading to the bathroom," Friday cuts their bickering off, and in a split second Nat is darting towards your shared floor to ensure you don't plan to venture elsewhere, and fortunately for the couple trying to surprise you, you didn't.

*The coast is clear, the lioness has returned to her den, I repeat, she has returned to her den*

Ten minutes later Wanda gracefully waltzes into the hallway, trays of food follow her as she effortlessly manipulates them with her powers.

Natasha settles for knocking on the door, and after she heard your soft come in, she opened the oak door with a silly entrance of her head poking through a crack, "Are you decent?"

"Yeah," you laughed out, and the rumbling only intensified when Nat muttered out a "Damn.”

After the clearing of Wanda's throat Natasha fully entered your room to make room for the other half of the duo to enter with all the food.

"Good morning sunshine," Wanda greeted as she plopped down right beside you, and used her magic to open the blinds to your bedroom. You groaned, and much to the witches delight you buried your face against her shoulder to hide away from the blinding light. Natasha glared at her, and received only a smug smirk in response as she effortlessly shifted you into her hold completely to snuggle you for a bit.

"Hey, stop hogging the birthday girl," Natasha piped up only a minute later, her hands began to tug at your shoulder, and you slowly peered up at her with a soft smile, "Join us Natty, and I will gladly give you some morning snuggles."

Natasha catapulted over your bodies in a flash, she landed flat on her stomach but swiftly rolled to her side, opening her arms and lifting her brows suggestively, "Gimme, gimme!"

Wanda's arms instead tightened around you, you softly giggled into her neck, "Wands you have to share me with Tasha." causing the rise of goosebumps to bloom across her body.

"Says who?" She challenges, "I deserve them, I made breakfast, and all she did was eat it."

"I set it up!" Natasha huffs, and in a show of strength she manhandled you into her arms. "This is perfect, our girl to have and to hold."

Natasha and Wanda frowned at each other as you tensed at her words, it hurt them that you doubted their intentions, but they knew with how gossip flies, you'd been made to feel this way. As if you were just a toy for them to play with when bored, they planned on changing your tune today. To finally prove to you that it was never just a flirtatious game to them.

The stiff posture fortunately didn't last long, because though you were scared, you knew that Natasha and Wanda would never hurt you. They've been your fiercest protectors since day one, so if they were flirting with you due to a natural reflex, you wouldn't hold that against them. Because you still got moments like this.

Where, for a fleeting moment, the three of you remained cuddled up close, pretending this was your norm while you all all willed this to be a reoccurring event. Then they heard your stomach growling, and promptly doled out the bowls full of her scrambled hash, and fruits.

"Sweetheart, do you have any plans today?" Wanda looked at you with an excited smile.

"No," you whispered over a bite, "I was just gonna laze around, and eat loads of junk."

"I happen to think that sounds lo—, Ow!" Natasha flinched away after her girlfriends hand slapped her upside the head for what felt like the umpteenth time this morning—it was.

Wanda reached out with a box, eyes expectant as you tossed it between hands, so you opened the gift to find a sloth stuffy just as Wanda happily continued on, "Well, then would you care to accompany us to the zoo? We'd have the whole place rented for ourselves honey."

"Are you being serious right now?!" Your question came out about two octaves too high, but your inability to contain your excitement was actually a bonus to the nervous women.

"Well, what's in it for us if I say yes?" Natasha teased, but was quickly shut up by Wanda's slap to her shoulder. "Yes Y/N, we're serious. We cashed in on one of our favors with Tony, and would like to treat you to a nice day."

"Oh my gosh," you squealed before jumping into their dormant arms. You nearly knocked over the breakfast with your excitement, and after a moment of shock the women pulled you as close as possible, reciprocating the affection tenfold, and allowing you a moment of peace.

"What should I wear?"

"Whatever makes you comfortable," Natasha noted with a sneaky kiss placed on your cheek.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as you're ready detka," Wanda added with a bright smile, and a light shove of your body out of the bed. "Give me ten minutes!"

The couple chuckled, watching as you ripped a bunch of clothes from your closet to take into your en suite. Natasha munched on a cold piece of bacon as Wanda began to clean up the remnants from the well enjoyed breakfast.

"I'm going to go change, I'll meet you two at the car," Wanda announced, she leaned in to kiss her lover goodbye, then left the room just before getting to see you. Natasha smirked at the sight of you in a customized shirt she never knew existed, but now that she did she couldn't decide if she wanted to praise it or destroy it.

"Welcome to My Zoo." Was emboldened across the top in white, and within multiple different structures she found the team as animals.

"Is that Wanda?" You nodded as she pointed to the adorable red panda curled up on a cot, and she smiled when she saw the intricate web spun around it that held up the creatures food.

"Where am I?" Natasha's eyes widened when you snickered and pointed to the corner of the enclosure. A loud laugh fell from her lips only a second later at the sight of a buff, cartoonish spider lifting barbells above its head.

"Gosh, you are so incredibly adorable detka." Natasha reached for your hand, the one you were nervously fidgeting with, and escorted you to the car just in time for Wanda's arrival.

"Shall we leave ladies?"

You nodded excitedly from the backseat, and the witch smiled down at you before taking her seat up front. Natasha smirked at you through the rearview mirror, "Take a look at our girl Wan, her shirt tells me she was born for this."

The brunette found your display of the super soldiers as buff anteaters, and the scientists as "trash pandas" rather amusing. She also found the lion—your favorite animal, being housed next to her and Nat's endearing, and likely a good sign for their not so hidden intentions.

The car ride was swift in the redheads corvette after the rounds of teasing died down. Wanda guided you from the car and into the park with a hand on your back, and a pep in her step as she brought you to the zoo's large gift shop. The way your eyes lit up at the massive array of memorialized animals was adorable, and she was beyond grateful to be able to witness it.

"Get whatever you want detka," Nat suddenly announced as she entered the shop, waving around a black card with a devilish smirk.

"I'd really like to know what Tony did to owe you so much," you mused while shoving the two foot long lion into her unsuspecting arms. "It's gotta be a funny story, I'm sure of it."

Natasha ignored Wanda's warning glance as she nodded, feeding your fantasies with a wink.

Unfunny truth be told, Tony felt like he owed Nat for the amount of times she's saved his life. So, whatever she wants, he gives, and with his guilt over Wanda's tragic start she is under the same treatment. Mention you, the teams soft spot, and he has no gripes with the balance being run up. He readily encourages it.

"Where to first?" Wanda asked, it was a silly question, and as Nat mouths along to your shriek of, "Lion's den!" She knows it was one.

Natasha and Wanda watched you for a long while as you stood outside the lion's enclosure. They found it amusing how much you deemed the lion worthy of knowing as you sat there talking for unaccounted for minutes, they were honestly worried you might have a preference for the felines over them, but then you'd look back at them every once in awhile with a huge grin, waving erratically at them then back to the lions, as if introducing them to your friend, and they knew then that you loved them too.

"She's perfect." Wanda hummed her agreement with her girlfriend. "Time for phase two?"

Wanda nodded, and Natasha walked over.

You shrieked when her hand made contact with your ass, her body pressed yours against the glass and you were horrified to see the lion lick its lips, as if you were everyone's prey here.

"N-natty, what are you doing?"

Natasha sighed, "It's your birthday detka, you remember the compound tradition, right?"

For a moment you wanted to curse Tony for implementing such a policy, where one must endure the same amount of hits as their age. Normally though it was just punches from grossly buff men who didn't pay any mind to their strength when busy behaving like kids.

"Yes, I do," you admitted and she slapped your other cheek for good measure. "Then you know exactly what I'm doing you silly girl." Natasha smirked when you pushed back into her hand.

You were so in your head you didn't register her arms wrapped around your waist. Her lips were right by your ear now as she lowered her tone, "Say goodbye to your new friends, we'll be waiting over in our corner, don't be long."

"I'll talk to you later Simba!" You sadly bid farewell to the lions, then with a reinvigorated step you sprinted on over to the awaiting couple and to their delight recounted the last ten minutes with the lions with hyper lips.

Next on your agenda was the penguins, the couple nearly lost their shit when you waddled in tandem with the creatures as you spoke to them as if there wasn't any language barriers. When you nearly fell into the murky water you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see a smirking redhead, and the far more concerned expression of the brunette.

Natasha and Wanda decided in the moment it was time that they fed you actual food. After the fourth cotton candy without so much as a sip of water they knew you'd likely set off a game of Jumanji if left completely unchecked.

So now the three of you were sat at a table, with the penguins exhibit to your left, and a spread of delicious lunch foods on the table. You were nervous, the flowers in the vase, and the way the couple stared you down gave a new ambiance to an otherwise normal lunch date.

It felt more real than ever before, and you were nervous you wouldn't meet their expectations.

"How about we play a game?"

You looked to the redhead warily, the grin she wore implied she was a wolf in sheep's clothes.

Wanda chimed in as she lazily munched on her carrot, "Elaborate Nat, or she won't play," she smirked when she saw your eyes widen some.

No matter the game, you could tell by the glint in both of their eyes, that you were a winner. Years of pining after the couple in shame has led to this glorious moment in time where they took their playful flirting a final step forward.

"Oh, well it's simply the oldest game in the book my darling girl," she teased as her calloused fingers walked up the length of your arm, "Predator vs. Prey, you hide, we seek."

"So, hide and seek?" You simplified her words, but she merely chuckled, "You say that until we sink our teeth into you baby, because after that it's really just biology; we'll devour you whole."

"Like I'm the viper, and you're the bunny," Wanda elaborated with her hand clasping over yours, and Natasha mirrored her movement, "I'm the black widow, and you're the fly."

"I much prefer being the capable Avenger, and you the very beautiful, Avenger duo I adore."

Both of their eyes softened for a moment, you relished in the feeling of warmth shooting throughout your entire body as both of their lips kissed over your knuckles. You missed the warm feeling as soon as they replaced your hands on the table, and you frowned when they removed their touch from you all together.

"Are we playing or not honey?"

For everyone's safety you'd looked over a map, and chose to play the game of sexually charged hide and seek in the area dedicated to birds. For some reason it felt the most logical, but it also came without much of an explanation.

You didn't wanna upset the gorillas, or tigers, or the bears. You didn't want to be mauled, and the women found your reasoning humorous.

Wanda was the first to seek you out with success, it wasn't hard when your thoughts were audible, and now she watched you from afar as you were settled by the toucans. She agreed to let Nat capture you, so for now she would observe the bounce in your leg, and hear the creative thoughts you had about them.

Never in her days would she peg you to be as kinky as you were, her body was electrified now with thoughts to piggyback off of your own.

Natasha didn't have much trouble finding you either, she waved at her lover, and looked down at your unaware form with a devious grin that Wanda shook her head at. The redhead crouched down low so you couldn't possibly see her coming as she approached you, her finger tapped your right shoulder, and just as you went to fall for it she pounced from the left. Both of your bodies tumbled across the gravel, you huffed at the impact, but soon found yourself giggling as she tickled you.

As sexually charged as the prior conversation was, she'd never miss out on a chance to make you laugh. Nor would she openly take you in the middle of a public zoo full of cameras.

"Natty stop!!!" The redhead only dug her fingers into your sides deeper, you were gasping for air at this point, and your saving grace came in the form of a chuckling Wanda who now hovered your bodies. "Wands! Help!"

Wanda decided to be your savior, she caught her lovers hands with her powers, allowing you the chance to shimmy out from under her and to run into the brunette for perceived safety.

"That wasn't fair!" Natasha groaned as she got to her feet and turned to face your conjoined bodies with an angry finger wag. Then she paused her rant, too engrossed with the way Wanda cradled your head to her chest. You pouted at her as if you were a wounded kitten, and her heart nearly combusted at the overall cuteness. "However, you're cute so I'll let it slide. But be wary Y/N, I'll seek vengeance."

You stuck your tongue out at the redhead, and she found the childish display adorable. She stepped forward, and much to your delight she wrapped her arms around you both, and then lifted your bodies off the ground effortlessly.

"We're going home ladies. No more monkeying around when we should be eating cake and snuggling in our retrospective birthday suits."

The car ride back was unusually quiet. After you stopped for McD's, your unwavering dinner request, nobody spoke. All three of you were too in your heads, each with varying thoughts that all lead back to the same place.

The bedroom, the one currently decked out in gifts from the rest of the team, which is why the couple knew better and brought you to theirs.

Wanda ran to the kitchen, while Natasha escorted you onto their bed, and placed a blindfold over your eyes for the time being.

"Happy Birthday to you," you beamed as Wanda's melodic voice began to sing the celebratory tune, "Happy Birthday to you," Natasha's raspy voice harmonized with her on the second line, and you melted into their bed.

Having all their attention wasn't unusual for you, but this time felt so much more intimate, the love and tension in the air was palpable.

Wanda settled the cake before you, and the redhead undid the strap of your blindfold. The couple smiled at one another as you gasped, all the witches hard work, and Natasha's earlier morning aggravation of her seemingly paid off because you were enamored by her cake.

"This is amazing," you cried, tears of joy easily filling your waterline as you took in the sight of you three at the zoo once more. The artistry was magnificent, you honestly felt like telling her to quit Avenging and open a bakery. You knew that was also a bad idea though, because all the excess batches would go to the team, and they were already hyper enough as it is.

"Thank you detka," Wanda couldn't help but to blush as you continued to praise her skills. She excused herself shortly after to cut the cake, and to reel her desires in as best she could.

Natasha pulled you into her lap excitedly, and you bit back a moan as you felt her semi-soft dick press into your ass. You wiggled slightly, and she groaned hotly into your ear, her hands gripped your hips tightly as she now fought to control her carnal urges. "Be careful detka, don't poke the bear if you wanted cake first."

"Who said I did?" You ground down into her again, and this time she growled while tossing you flat onto your back so she could trap your body against the mattress with her own. Her hand instinctively wrapped around your neck, she didn't need to be a mind reader to know. "Be careful what you wish for darling, because trust me, daddy has no problem giving it."

Wanda cleared her throat, the three plates of cake in her hand were discarded promptly.

"I can't believe mommy almost missed the show," she purred, her finger delicately traced over your face before she pulled the redhead into a kiss that had you squirming with need. "Go on moya lyubov', have your fun with her."

"Mommy," you repeated the term with an air of faux innocence, "You're playing too right?"

"Oh sweet girl," Wanda leant down to kiss you softly, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Wanda stood off to the side while Natasha, with your consent, removed your clothing until you were as bare as the day you were born.

"Happy Birthday to me," Natasha commented enthusiastically as she took your bareness in. You giggled nervously, body now alit with goosebumps as a set of chills ran through you as you realized just how real this had become.

"You're so beautiful Y/N," Natasha couldn't help but to note, "Our beautiful, perfect peach."

There was a fondness in her eyes that made you believe her without question, the way she smiled up at her longtime girlfriend, as if she sought her agreement made your heart flutter. Wanda returned her agreement in the form of a smile directed right at you. Her eyes shone with more love than you'd ever felt deserving of and you nearly sobbed as you felt it wholly.

"I bet she tastes just as sweet," Wanda husked, and Natasha groaned at just the thought, you gulped as she now stared deep into your eyes, reaching the depths of your soul as she firmly pressed her pelvis into the mattress to relieve the ache in her boxers. "Please detka, can daddy have a taste? I promise to be gentle, I need to try you detka, Pozhaluysta."

(Baby, please)

"Use your words krasivaya," Wanda dismissed your nod immediately, desperate or not to have you crying for them, she wanted to hear you. "Beg daddy, tell her how much you need it."

"Daddy please," your lip trembled as you tried to express your neediness, and Natasha's cock twitched against its confinement when your hips canted into hers on impulse. "I need you so bad, need your mouth, you can taste me."

"Oh detka, you've made daddy so happy," the redhead dipped her head down, inhaling sharply as she reached the apex of your mound, she softly coughed as your heady scent overwhelmed her, her pupils dilated and her tip quivered at the idea of being inside you.

"Wanna make mommy happy?" Wanda asked, staring into your eyes while her hands reached behind her to pull at the zipper of her dress. You nodded enthusiastically, unable to speak as Natasha teasingly licked at your folds. "How about you let mommy ride your face then?"

Wanda saw the spark light up in your eyes, she could hear your thoughts racing, she could only imagine your heart was near to exploding. She watched as you swallowed thickly as her tight dress got caught on her hips. Your hand reached out to help her pull the fabric down the rest of the way until it could fall on its own.

The brunette softly pecked your lips, rasping against them a sultry, "Are you ready?" To which you breathlessly moaned out a yes as the redhead took this moment to finally cut her teasing off, diving right into your wet cunt.

Natasha was considering retiring right now, she'd never felt more destined to be somewhere before in her life. Every time she twirled her tongue she'd hear Wanda gasp, when she nibbled on your clit her lover would cry as you seemingly mirrored her strokes. Deciding to take up residence between your thighs almost certainly outweighed fighting off aliens.

There was something so satisfying about being able to feel your muscle's quivering as your heel pressed into her back, shoving her tongue deeper into you as you instinctually moved to suffocate her with the closing of your thighs.

"Oh shit," Wanda cried out as you swirled your tongue inside of her. She was bouncing with such fervor you felt your face numbing. Her slippery lips repeatedly slapped into your face with a delectable sting that had you mewling.

Between the push and pull of the women, one solely using you for their own pleasure, and the other working more towards mutuality you were already reaching a fucked out state.

Regardless of her selfish motives, Wanda was  helping you too, her addictive taste alone had you teetering over that edge of total bliss. Combined with the sound of Natasha's muffled grunts as she ate you out greedily, and Wanda's wanton moans, spurred on by your tongue, well, it is what made you finally let go.

Wanda screamed as your muffled moans shook her, she felt almost out of body for a second as she continued to ride your face, heart beating in her head as she chased down the high that was dwindling fast as the seconds rushed by.

Natasha was well on her way to pulling a second orgasm from you with the way she continued to sloppily give you head. You were a never ending well of divinity, your tangy slick was collected as if it were a life source, it mixed with her drool that smeared over her chin and she held no shame as it glistened under the pink hued sunlight peering through the blinds.

All three of your chests heaved out of order, you'd not only been being suffocated by one, but the other worked in tandem to properly steal your breath away. Wanda crawled down the bed as soon as her brain fog cleared up, she slammed her lips into Natasha's, and moaned as soon as she slid her tongue over hers.

You tasted like she imagines Heaven to be like.

— Pure & Sweet —

Natasha's hand suddenly twisted into Wanda's hair, taking her out of her sweet yet sinful thoughts of you and to a place dripping with arousal. She forcefully pulled her back and left a trail of splotchy bruises down her throat, something that turned you on expeditiously. "Fuck." Natasha smirked against her lovers skin at your breathy whisper. "Hey sweet girl."

Natasha chuckled hotly as you covered your face with your hands to hide your goofy smile. They'd always made you nervous, and it was adorable that you'd still be so shy even with her girlfriends slick on your face and yours on hers.

Wanda turned to look at you with a wide grin, "God I love when pretty girls prove me right!" She winked when your eyes widened nervously. "You're just so sweet detka, that's gonna be dangerous with Natty, she has a sweet tooth."

"Seriously detka," Natasha chimed in, "I'm never going to give you a minute of peace."

The couple parted with another kiss, Nat spun Wanda off of the bed, and planted her before you at the end of the bed. She moved up to the side of the bed and looked down at you.

“Hi.” Natasha smirked, and you were stilled. Your eyes trailed over her body as she slid her jacket off, then with one twist of her arm the muscle top she wore beneath it was discarded. Your eyes traveled even lower, her grey boxers were already disheveled, with her hard cock being held firmly against her abdomen.

Your mouth ran dry when she pulled the boxers down, she was intimidatingly thick, her veins prominent enough that you could see them pulsing, and you were certain if you held a ruler to her that she’d supersede the norm.

You gasped when she kicked the boxers behind her, her cock swung at your mouth, a drop of her cum now layered your lips. Your tongue darted out, and you moaned appreciatively making Nat ready to give you more of her.

“Mommy’s gonna get you ready for me,” the redhead informed you with a smile, you looked down and saw Wanda staring at your cunt with her fingers trailing over your thighs. “And you’re going to get daddy’s cock ready for you.”

Natasha started out slow, thrusting only the tip passed your lips, waiting for you to take some initiative, and as you swirled your tongue around her tip she knew you were ready. She fucked your throat raw as Wanda spread your walls apart in preparation for her cock.

You moaned around her when Wanda curled her fingers, causing her to twitch unendingly, she was so close, and you were ready for it.

You harshly squeezed the redheads balls, and mewled as you felt her load shoot down your throat. A low groan, almost reminiscent of a growl, left the woman as her head flew back. “Etot tvoy rot - ray.” She continued to thrust her cock down your throat, the sound of you gagging on her cum and your drool that she only pushed even further kept her hard, long spurts of cum would shoot out of her, leaving her to gasp sharply as her abdomen tensed.

(that mouth of yours is heaven)

Natasha pulled out only seconds before Wanda brought you over the edge of bliss with a curl of her talented fingers. Your hazy eyes crossed, your mouth falling wide open but no sounds ever left you, your back arched instead as you gushed around the brunette’s fingers.

It was clear to you that Natasha was as elegant as a ballerina, she kissed you breathless, then in your moment of blackout she rearranged your environment. Wanda was laid down flat on the mattress, smiling up at you as Natasha maneuvered you so that you were on your hands and knees. Hovering over the witch who whispered something you couldn't understand, it sounded devilish. When she leaned up to kiss you messily, you knew it was, a body shuddering spark ran directly to your cunt, and you felt overwhelmingly warm in a flash.

"How do you want me Y/N?" Natasha panted, she stroked her shaft while waiting impatiently for an answer. You looked into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend, they were amused as they understood the look in your eyes, the pleading expectantly flying off the tip of your tongue, "Raw, please daddy, I want you to fuck your seed into me, fuck, I need it so bad, please."

The way you wiggled your ass had the redhead ready to just slam into you. "Oh fucking hell, it feels like you're trying to kill me now detka." She slapped your ass harshly, and beamed when you counted, adding to the zoo hits.

“Good girl,” she rasped and you whimpered, she watched you flutter around nothing in awe. Natasha's thumb ran over the dripping tip of her cock, she whimpered at the touch, you'd made her incredibly desperate. She swiveled her precum over your clit, a raspy moan sprung from your parched throat as pleasure coursed through you; Wanda's mouth flew open too.

The redhead spread your juices down your slit just before she lined her tip up with your cunt. There was no doubt in your mind Wanda felt the intrusion as she entered you from behind, the way her face contorted, mouth agape with her eyebrows pinched mirrored how you felt.

Wanda hummed as she felt that familiar phantom stretching of her walls. You however choked on a painful scream, and the witch drug her nails down your sides to distract you. You thanked her with a pitiful grimace that was meant to be a smile, and she smiled back.

Natasha took your wiggle as a sign to move, she experimented by pulling a couple inches of her shaft out and then thrusting them back in at a slow pace. That unsavory feeling of being ripped apart faded fast, and it was replaced by mind blowing pleasure. As your walls molded around her it felt like you were always meant to be connected like this; the perfect fit.

None of you needed much to get you going. With every squeeze of your walls Natasha found her resolve crumbling, and you and the witch felt her corresponding pleasure pulsing. Wanda enjoyed seeing how close you were, she slapped your breasts, catching and twisting your nipples between her thumb, and finger.

You reluctantly shrieked out a 15, and a 16, and then you choked out a 17 and 18 when Natasha squeezed the ample flesh of your ass before she roughly slapped the skin in succession.

Your arms partially gave out as your orgasm tore through you, your lips landed on Wanda’s parted set as she moaned her pleasure, she licked over your bottom lip and you let her in.

Wanda swallowed all of your moans as Natasha let go inside of you, Wanda’s tongue swirled around yours as hot spurts of cum painted your walls white, and you shuddered at the feeling.

The couple took care of you as you faded away into an invisible bubble of pleasure. Natasha cleaned you up while Wanda fixed the bed. The redhead made peanut butter sandwiches, and brought water with her while the brunette helped you with your nightly hygiene routine.

Wanda fed you, and Natasha gave you water. Even when you let them know that you could handle it. They informed you that you’re their special girl, and deserving of being tended to. Then the three of you brushed your teeth together, you nearly cried when you found they had a toothbrush for you in their bathroom.

It told you that this wasn’t a birthday one off.

Not that their adoring stares didn’t already say the same. It was the most obvious truth.

Natasha crawled into the bed first, she patted the space beside her, and Wanda nudged you forward so that you’d take it. The redhead embraced you close, tenderly kissing your face as she waited to be able to shut off the light. The brunette then pulled a blanket over your bodies as she laid down directly behind you, taking over on kissing you goodnight.

"Do you think it worked?" You asked over a massive yawn, and Natasha softly sighed as she kissed your temple, "I hope so detka, I know this is sorta new, but we hope you know this is real, our love for you knows no bounds."

Wanda purred against your neck, "I have a good feeling about this." She softly raised her head and gazed lovingly into your tired eyes. You were pouting and the witch held back her awe as she pressed her lips to yours to help straighten them out, and hopefully relieve a bit of your worry. "Hey, and if it didn't, we'll have the rest of time to continue trying to make it."

You chuckled hoarsely, "What? My inability to walk or speak isn't enough for you two?"

"Forever with you wouldn't even be enough." Wanda spoke simply, the room suddenly thick with tension as you tried but ultimately failed to hold back your tears. "We love you Y/N."

"With all of our hearts," Natasha added, her tone uncharacteristically timid as she also tried to contain her overflowing emotions. "You know, I think the world divined you just for us. It's as if they knew our life would only ever be complete with you in it; our precious peach."

"Fuck Natty, I was trying not to cry," you sobbed humorously and the women chuckled warmly while somehow snuggling impossibly closer to you. "I'm sorry detka," the way she laughed as she spoke told you she wasn't really; you didn't mind. "I love you both so much."

They took turns kissing you, a silent response of We love you too, being relayed with just their lips. You sighed in contentment, eyes closing at the sensation, and never reopening. Your mind having been captured by a sleep so damn good you had to let the women know.

"I didn't miss her snoring," Natasha teased, and Wanda instinctively pinched her side.

"You're abusive," the redhead huffed, scooting closer to the edge to put some distance between her, and Wanda, but she received a terrifying glare as she pulled you with her.

"You're childish," Wanda retaliated, "And you better clean it up Natasha, because we're due to be parents in give or take nine months."

Wanda smiled softly, cupping Nat's cheek as she saw her generally stoic lover on the verge of tears. "I told you both, I had a good feeling."

"Sh-she's..." The redhead couldn't even get the words out. In a show of mercy Wanda shushed her with a peck on her lips. "She's most likely pregnant Nat, I could feel the polarizing connection of your seed with her egg."

Natasha squealed, burying her face into your neck to try and conceal the joyful sound as she left grateful kisses all over your exposed skin.

"We're gonna be mamas..."

Wanda smiled at the scene, her palm settled over your belly protectively as she settled into your other side so she could finally rest. You were officially there's, no longer would anyone be left to pine after the other. It was settled.

Life was perfect—You were perfect...

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Fandom: Night Hunter

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: For @enchantedbytomandhenry; You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Warnings: enemies to lovers trope (not sure if I nailed it though), unprotected p-in-v, creampie, Daddy kink, male tackling female to subdue (if that squicks you, maybe skip this one-it is quick but described)

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Oh, this is great. No, it’s perfect. Not only were you voluntold to work a weekend-long stakeout, but you’d also be paired with Detective Marshall. Yeah, that Detective Marshall. Walter. The asshole who you’ve been competing with for ‘top dog’ since before joining S.W.A.T. all those years ago. 

He was always just ahead of you. Ran a mile half a minute quicker. Got promoted a month sooner. To top it all off, he was tall and drop-dead gorgeous. And he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off.

Wait, hold on. When did that become something you even cared about? 

The way he cockily smiles at you as he exits his truck in the parking lot of the motel is enough to have you clench your thighs together. This should be a fun weekend. 

Friday night into Saturday morning is spent quietly using the listening devices to monitor our suspect. You both just…sit there, using your ears. Walter is usually quiet, sure. But what human doesn’t even accidentally use small talk to fill a quiet space?

During the day, you try and sleep in your separate room but it proves to be difficult. You toss and turn, grumbling to yourself after a couple of hours. Visions of Marshall’s chiseled jawline, beefy arms, and thick thighs are burned in your mind. You abandon all hope of sleeping, spending the rest of the day disassembling and cleaning your sidearm. It keeps your mind sharp and you genuinely enjoy the process.

It’s nearing seven and you’re just getting your things together to head over to the surveillance room when you get a knock at the door. You peek through the curtains and see Marshall as he leans on the doorframe.

You open the door and look expectantly at him. When he doesn’t answer and barges into the room past you, you pipe up, “Come on in, why don’t you?” You close the door behind you and watch as he looks around the room.

He notices your gun cleaning kit on the small wooden table by the window and looks back at you. “You didn’t sleep today. You look like shit.”

“Awesome. Thank you. What do you want?” you snap, already sick of his annoyingly perfect face.

“Go home and get some sleep,” he crosses his arms, standing in front of you, “Got the B team coming in to take over.”

“So, we’re both leaving? Or are you just dismissing me?” you questioned, crossing your own arms.

“Just you,” he deadpans, not feeling the need to explain himself further.

“Well, fuck that. I’m not leaving, so if you’ll excuse me,” you fumed, moving to reach for your sidearm on the table as he moves over, holding a hand out between the table and yourself.

“I can’t let you take that with so little sleep. It’s dangerous for both of us. Trust me, one slip up, and one of us is down,” he warns, holding his ground.

“Marshall, get out of my way. We have a job to do.”

“No, I have a job to do. You’re off the clock. Go home, kid,” he urged, holding his position.

“You’re gonna have to take me out of this mission by force, Marshall. Otherwise, I’m-”

You did not get to finish that sentence before Walter was taking you down on your stomach. A strong arm fully extended holding your left shoulder, while your right wrist is being restrained, would have been enough. But, this was Marshall after all and if he was anything, he was thorough. He straddles your hips, with just enough pressure to keep you down, but not enough to scratch a certain itch.

“I didn’t wanna have to do that,” Walter breathes, winded slightly from the takedown, “but you gave me no choice.” 

“Marshall, get the fuck off of me,” you growl, trying to buck him off.

“Yeah, kid, that’s not happening,” he spits, hooking his ankles over your thighs, “You’re lucky I don’t cuff you to keep you down.”

“So, what? You just looking for a reason to get me to obey you?” you challenge, struggling under his weight.

“As if you needed an excuse,” he laughs, straightening himself above you.

“Please! If you honestly think-”

“Give it a rest, I can smell your arousal from here,” he teased, lowering his hips a fraction and watching your squirm, “And before you say it’s not because of me, why couldn’t I smell it until after I had taken you down?”

“Fuck you, Marshall,” you scoff, trying to hold some semblance of control.

“Yeah, maybe if you did, you could get some fucking sleep,” he offers, his left hand moving from your shoulder down your arm, “But here you are, stubborn as hell.”

You lick your lips, considering his words. You wanted to get some release. You also wanted to sleep. 

Fuck it.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” he queries, slowly starting to release your arms.

“I’m exhausted and I’m horny. But you’re doing all of the work, Marshall,” you say, lifting your hips to meet his crotch.

“That’s a good girl,” he hummed, releasing your arms before leaning up and off of you. You start to raise yourself before you are lifted and all but thrown on the bed and told to strip. Watching as his layers are quickly being shed, you all but rip away your clothing. 

Once fully naked, you look at Marshall where he stands watching you. Cock in hand, he pumps his massive length slowly while his eyes rake over you. “Tell me what you need,” he coaxed, his voice lower by at least an octave.

“Hurry the fuck up and put me to bed, Marshall, before I change my mind,” you threaten, your body thrumming under his gaze.

“You can change your mind at any time, you just say the word and this is over, yeah?” he informs, eyes connecting with yours.

“Heard,” you chime in, opening your legs for him. 

He kneels on the bed between your legs, reaching down to collect some of your wetness that glistens in the low light of the motel room. He lifts his hand to his mouth, sucking your juices off his fingers before plunging them inside you. “Fuck, girl, you are so wet for me. So fucking hot,” he moans, squelching sounds filling the room as he massages your inner bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, Daddy!” you squealed, completely out of your control.

“That’s it, girl, cum for me,” he goaded, his thumb moving to play with your swollen button.

It doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar tightening in your core, and Marshall must be the World’s Greatest Detective™ because he is pulling out his fingers and thrusting his cock inside your wet heat. Fucking you through your orgasm, your tight walls fluttering around him causing him to groan loudly.

“That’s one, let’s see if we can’t get you another, yeah?” he teases, melding your chests together as he wraps his arms around your center. From this angle, he can stimulate your clit while stroking deeply. And he does so at a punishing pace, his teeth nipping and kissing your neck. “Fuck, we shoulda done this years ago, girl. This pussy is fucking made for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewl, that time was completely on purpose.

Marshall leans up, leaving one arm around you while the other hand goes to your hair, baring your neck. “Who’s pussy is this, girl?” he challenges, even though he already knows.

“It’s yours, Daddy,” you whine, legs wrapping around his hips.

“That’s fucking right, it’s mine,” he praised, hips pistoning into you, “And I’m gonna ruin you for everyone else. You’re mine, girl.”

His growled claim of you paired with the way he fucks into you has your legs trembling around him instantly, your second orgasm of the night flowing through you.

“Hmmm, that’s my girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” he groans, the sound vibrating through the both of you. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you moan, squeezing your thighs around Marshall, “I love your fucking cock.”

“That’s right you love this cock,” he growls, pulling out and manhandling you onto all fours, “Put Daddy’s cock back in, girl.”

You reach back and line him up, pushing back to impale yourself before moaning out at the angle change. Marshall grips your hips, plowing into you, no doubt chasing his own release now.

“Fucking cum inside me, Daddy,” you whimper, loving the sounds coming from your sodden cunt as it is pounded.

“I’m gonna breed this perfect pussy,” he grunts, hips stuttering until he pushes in as deep as can, cock twitching and painting your insides so full that it starts to leak past your entrance. He pulls out slightly before starting to fuck his cum back inside you. The sensation alone has your pussy quivering around him for the third time before you fall forward on your front.

Marshall laughs as he gets up from the bed, going to the en suite bathroom. You can hear him taking a piss and you know that you should as well to combat any chance of a UTI. But your legs aren’t listening yet so fuck that idea. 

Your eyes are already closed when you feel a wet warmth between your legs as Marshall is wiping down your swollen sex gently before you snuggle into the comforter being wrapped around you. A kiss is placed on your temple and soon you hear the rustling of clothes being put back on.

The sound of your motel room door opening and closing barely registers as you fall asleep.

It is sometime later in the evening and you check your phone on the nightstand as it reads 12:12 AM. No need to make a wish. 

You take a quick shower and get dressed before heading over to the surveillance room. You are stopped outside of the room by a uniformed officer. “Detective Marshall asked me to keep you out. And he wanted me to give you this. That’s all I know, Ma’am.” The officer hands over a note and you step away and read it.

Hey,

I was serious about you getting some sleep. 

Get that ass back to bed.

Daddy will see you soon, girl.

Sweet dreams xx

A/N: So, like I don’t know how I feel about how I wrote Walter here. This is not MY Walter, but I quite enjoyed this version of him.

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Ayyy what if Lucifer underestimates just how down bad he is when he gives himself deer biology like Al?

Yes I am the exact opposite of this ship, you know what to expect here > u >

Deer ears are not the only features Lucifer magic'd into existence, it's like all his senses have been cranked up to 100. Taste, smell, sight, it's all heightened to an unbearable level

But what's unbearable is this smell he can't stop taking in, it's everywhere, overpowering every other smell in the hotel, he's agitated, ears flat, antlers suddenly growing as his blood rise, searching for where that overwhelming scent is coming from-

He gets shoved by the butt of a microphone cane and sees a sharp toothed grin on Alastor's face, albeit a twitch in his eye, eyes narrowed as he states, "Its rude to smell a person within their personal space"

To which Lucifer snaps that he wasn't even near him but Al rebuttals saying that Luci was 'too out of it' to notice that he's buried his whole face into Alastor's lower back and it took a moment for Lucifer to register the sentence because he can't remember doing an embarrassing and absurd thing but hell never lets shit go because Husk and Angel are there, the three were sitting by the bar, and they saw the whole thing

Angel explains in lewd detail how Lucifer was 'feeling' Al up with his hands, how Al's face twisted in different expressions that made Husk turn around to hide the smirk on his face at his boss's flustered face

And Lucifer shrieks, more deer-like noises, and begs Angel to stop with the graphic explanation, as much as he wants to deny it the way Alastor looks at him with distaste and the slight disarray of his slightly open coat as he turns to button it up is evidence enough

Then Angel pipes up again, "Wait aren't'cha both bucks? Wouldn' da' mean you guys butt head 'er somethin'?"

And Alastor scoffs, his cane still keeping Lucifer at a distance as the fallen angel subconsciously tries to lean forward towards him, "I do not give into my 'primal instincts' so easily, my dear! Unlike Your Highness, my control is on a tight leash!" That's when the pressure at the end of his microphone disappears as Lucifer throws a disgruntled look at him.

"I have control, you tacky fucker!"

"Dat ain't what we saw, Big Daddy~" Angel laughs at the steam erupting from Lucifer's ears

"So you're playing 'Hard to Get'" Husk directs a quick glance towards his boss before dropping his gaze to the counter as he cleans a glass and ignores the glare Alastor throws at him.

"I am not"

"So Al is the Doe?" Angel coos.

"I believe I've overstayed my welcome," Stabbing the end of his cane into the floor, Alastor stands to his full height, eyes glowing and smile all teeth, "I must attend to my meeting," he chirps, playing a tune in the background as he clicks his hooves over towards the door. But stops, neck cracking as it turns and looks down with an angry twitch to his upturned lips, "Stop following me."

Lucifer blinks and sees just how close he is to Al and leaps back with a start

Al slams the door in his face and the room is silent

"Twenty dollas' he follows Al to his meetin'" Angel bets

"Forty, they'll have their asses back here in 10 minutes"

#appleradio #radioapple #my writing #hazbin hotel #angelhusk #writer ideas #Anyone can go crazy with continuing this into a fanfic I WANT a fic where Lucifer is unable to control himself around Alastor #His new deer form is screaming “CHASE CHASE CHASE” with Alastor #Meanwhile Al is angy that HE is the Doe of all things he is trying not to entertain this but something about it seems... interesting

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Diamonds and glamour, fancy gifts and galas — all superficial and superfluous when you had him at your every whim and him at yours, it’s how you learnt diamonds weren’t as superior as you had first thought.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦ Mafia!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✦ 2.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✦ Angry!Bucky (not at reader), tension ჻჻჻ SMUT: Thigh riding, choking ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy, dumbification

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✦ My first bingo fill and I have no idea what came over me, but this is... a lot — If anyone wants to yell at me, I will be at church in a confessional booth ✌🏻

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✦ 7 rings by Ariana Grande

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✦ @allcapsbingo 𝗜𝟭 — Mafia AU — Masterlist

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The halls of Bucky’s home were vast with floor to ceiling works of art hung on burgundy walls, soft lighting that led to the open living, dining, and kitchen - each space as luxurious as the last. Your bare feet padded softly against the dark herringbone floor until you reached the kitchen, where black and gold marble countertops shone under downlights.

Soft voices were coming from the double doors to the left of the living room, too low to make out but the tone was clear; business, not pleasure. The soft whirr of the coffee machine drew your attention from the expansive view, and you smiled as you grabbed your favourite mug from the top cupboard, the fabric of Bucky’s shirt riding up your bare thigh with the stretch. 

“You know what-” A smash of glass echoed from the closed doors and you startled. “I fucking told you to keep your fucking nose clean!”

“Oh, boy,” you murmured. Bucky was angry, but at who–your endless guesses may not even come close, he had many men under his command being at the head of the mafia empire he built from the ashes. 

Abandoning your mug of steaming coffee, you tiptoed to the door and pressed your ear to the cold wood. There were shuffling sounds, a hiss of annoyance, and a grumbling voice that sounded like Steve. Bucky spoke up again, this time his tone measured and tense. “When I tell you to do something, I mean it. I am fucking sick of cleaning up after you two.”

“Yes, boss,” another voice spoke, almost too softly to make out.

“Fuck it,” you whispered, glancing up and down your body. “They’ve seen worse.” 

The door opened smoothly and you peeked inside. Sam was by the door, his posture screaming ‘fuck around and find out’, and Steve was pacing behind the two seats where two men sat, straight backed and tense like a rod had been shoved up their ass. 

And to be fair, having an angry mafia boss targeting his considerably controlled rage at you - that would make anyone shit bricks. 

“Not now,” a voice whispered and you looked at the source to find Sam staring at you from the corner of his eyes. “Later.”

You nodded once and backed away from the door when Bucky’s voice suddenly piped up, hostility null and void. “Hey, baby, c’mere.” The door opened further, and you looked inside properly, still hanging back in the doorway - just in case. “I missed you,” Bucky breathed, the honeyed sound of his voice your calling card, and without thinking you stepped into his office where every eye landed on you. 

The diamond necklace that Bucky had gifted you was cold between your fingers when you fiddled with it, a calming presence in a much too heated environment. It was a nervous tic that Bucky had known, and picked up on very quickly.

Bucky’s seat scooted back on the wooden floor, and he pointed to his lap. “C’mere, sit down.”

Silence pressed against your eardrums while you moved around his desk and sat on his thigh, the corded muscle straining against the black fabric of his slacks. Once settled, you leant against his chest and rested your head in the crook of his neck, facing forward to look at the two men staring in absolute shock at you. 

A cold hand rested on the small of your back and Bucky’s chest rumbled under your ear when he spoke. “Good girl.”

You shivered, but not from the sudden cold of his prosthesis. 

“Now,” Bucky began lowly, a dangerous undertone to his authoritative voice. “Where were we?”

The men spoke and you tuned it out, preferring to stare with curiosity at the seated men while they spoke, studying their faces that were twisted in distress at was evidently one hell of a fuck up. 

The one on the right was built like a bear with dark blond hair down to his ears and a neat beard, he was staring pointedly at Bucky with unwavering conviction and determination to right his wrongs. Beside him sat a man that looked smaller but not by much, his hair was dark like Bucky’s though he had strands falling over his forehead. The nonplussed expression and relaxed features of his face came as a surprise. 

You shifted to get more comfortable and gasped, the sudden change of pressure against your clothed heat on Bucky’s thigh taking you by surprise. “Easy, kitten,” Bucky drawled, loud enough for the room of men to hear and you whined low in your throat - a sudden need to move consumed you and set your body alight. “Be a good girl for daddy.”

“M’kay,” you whispered, settling down with a huff. This was business, not pleasure, you reminded yourself. Bucky’s left hand suddenly cupped your ass and you whimpered when he squeezed once, twice, three times before he relaxed his hold. 

“Behave,” Bucky purred, quiet enough for only you to hear. “And I’ll give you a treat.” 

They continued talking for a while - Bucky’s hand moving up and down your back as they discussed deals and partnerships. You focused on Bucky’s voice, still clipped and tense, though you sitting in his lap seemed to abate the worst of his anger. He hated having you witness his violent bouts of rage, especially at the incompetence of his men at their worst moments.

“I expect this to be fixed before the end of the day,” Bucky snapped, his arm momentarily tightening around you. In an act to soothe him, you placed an open palm against his chest and shifted even closer so your knee was on the edge of his seat and closer to his crotch. 

“You got it, boss,” the dark-haired man said, saluting.

Bucky snarled, a low growl building in his throat and you tensed. “Hal, quit the-”

“We’ll take our leave now, boss,” the blond interrupted, sending a sharp glare at his partner, who shrugged lightly and the two rose. 

“Ari, I expect a phone call no later than sun down with the news that this fucking mess is fixed,” Bucky called, his cold hand creeping up your back while his tattooed hand pointed right at Ari, his pinky ring shining in the light of the sun from the window behind him. “Do you understand?” Ari nodded and pulled Hal from the room and Sam finally moved, a nod of his head and moving to stalk after Hal and Ari to escort them out. 

“Stevie,” Bucky asked, looking at his most trusted man, his voice rumbling in his chest. “That deal that they fucked up, make sure they actually fucking fix it. I don’t want another loss or it’s their heads.”

“Got it, Buck,” Steve answered. He smiled at you softly and strode from the room, closing the door with a click behind him.

The chair holding the two of you scooted back even further and Bucky’s hands, one warm and tattooed, the other metal and cool, moved down the back of both your thighs and dug in. “C’mere,” he murmured. You squeaked in shock when he lifted you and your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. “You behaved for me there, what’s goin’ on with you, hmm?”

Your breath hitched at his lowered octave, his accent shining through with the heady tone of his voice. Entirely unbidden, your cunt clenched with want when he lowered you both onto the couch against the far wall by the fireplace - it wasn’t your fault when he showed off his strength that it awoke something within you. You were straddling one of his thick thighs now, and you exercised every last slither of self-control not to sit down, not before you were told to.

“Wanted to be good for you-”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Bucky interrupted. His right hand cupped your jaw and he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, his cerulean eyes blown and eclipsed with lust. You opened your mouth and swirled your tongue around his thumb like it was the head of his cock. “You wanted to behave for daddy?”

You moaned and nodded, not breaking eye contact as you sucked at his thumb hard. “Oh, baby, you were such a good girl for me.” His left hand gripped your hip and pushed you down roughly against his thigh. “I want you to sit.”

“Ah! Daddy, please-”

“What? What is it, kitten?” Bucky pouted, his mocking tone only serving to send a fresh wave of heat through your body. “You can’t be stupid for me yet; I haven’t even touched you.”

“N-No,” you whimpered, clutching at the lapels of his suit jacket. “Please, I was good, I-I want you, to– fuck-” The sudden heat of Bucky’s mouth placing open mouthed kisses on your neck made you whine loudly. 

“So sensitive, aren’t you? Poor thing,” Bucky sneered and you nodded feverishly, unable to move from the bruising grip he had on your hip. “Goin’ all silly on daddy, huh?”

“Ye-Yeah,” you gasped, Bucky had moved his right hand from your jaw and placed it on your hip in line with his left. “Oh, god, daddy, please!” 

Bucky hummed and pushed your hips down, the pressure against your clit now becoming unbearable and you cried out, a sound thin and high that bounced off the walls of his office. 

“What do you say, kitten?” Bucky snapped, his left hand suddenly grasping your throat so the cold metal shocked your skin. His right remained on your thigh, controlling you like a rag doll to grind back and forth, back and forth, again, again, and again.

“Fuck! Thank you, daddy, oh fuck,” you sobbed.

Bucky smiled like a predator - a wolf who had caught the lamb. 

The force of his hold on your hip began to smart and you whimpered, bringing your hands from his chest to his left wrist and holding on for dear life. “Please, I need more- daddy-”

“Aww,” Bucky cooed. “No, kitten, you know that daddy knows what’s best for his girl, and right now she’s being a fuckin’ little slut for her daddy, isn’t she?”

“Yes!” You cried when a tendril of pleasure wound up your spine. “Yes, for you, only for you!”

“Atta girl.” The grip around your throat made you wheeze in sharp pants that fanned over Bucky’s lips when he pulled you closer. A sharp stab of pleasure coiled low in your stomach and you broke out in a sweat, the diamond necklace underneath Bucky’s wrist clinking against the metal with your forced and desperate movements. 

“Ah- ah- oh, fuck, please,” you moaned, and Bucky chuckled darkly. He squeezed your hip in warning when you tried to move faster.

“You wanna ride my thigh? Is that what you want?” Bucky asked. His chest had begun to heave with heavy breaths that showed he was only barely holding on himself. “You just need that pretty head of yours empty while fucking my thigh, huh, baby girl? Don’t worry, daddy’s got you.”

The relief of hearing Bucky’s promise was overwhelming. His grip around your throat loosened until he only squeezed the sides while his right forced you to move in earnest, the pace of your hips brutal to the already tight coil. 

“‘M gonna come, daddy! Oh- fuck, oh my god,” you babbled, hysterical on a high you had tasted many times before. “I-I can’t stop-”

“I know, baby, I know,” Bucky soothed. “Such a good girl for me, c’mon.” 

You gasped loudly when Bucky pulled you forwards, his brute strength forcing you closer and in turn, your thighs clenched around his to keep you balanced. 

“I know you’re close, kitten, fuckin’ look at you–such a slut, and you’re all mine, fuck,” Bucky breathed, his claim ending in a chuckle when you whined loudly at the change of position. “Be a good girl for me. I want you to come, now.”

The words leaving his lips were the catalyst of your release. You screamed when it hit you all at once, far too much and far too little in its devastation. 

“That’s it, that’s it, oh, baby, look at you,” Bucky breathed, his tone hoarse with restraint when you could finally hear him over the dull roar in your ears. “You were so good for me, ‘m so proud.”

You fell boneless against Bucky’s chest and his arms wound around your waist, hugging you tightly while he whispered praises and soothed you from your high. His tattooed hand cupped the back of your neck where the clasp of your necklace sat against your sweaty skin, and he heaved a happy sigh through his nose. “Do you think they heard you?”

“Probably,” you giggled, moving to sit up so you could look into Bucky’s face. The diamonds adorning your neck were warm and misted with sweat while you fiddled with them. “Why?”

The dangerous glint in Bucky’s eyes and the devilish smirk was all you needed to know to understand why, if his hard length brushing against your thigh wasn’t enough of a hint; after all, his hard cock was better than a diamond by far.

“I need you to scream a lil’ bit louder for me this time, baby,” Bucky said impishly. With a grunt of effort, he lifted you again and stood from the couch. 

“Bucky!” You squealed, hanging on for dear life around his broad shoulders. The damp patch on his slacks brushed against your thigh with his sudden movement and you giggled - that was you, you had made a mess on his ridiculously expensive pants. You had marked him.

It was a vice, the possessiveness he held over you and you over him, and parading his come-soaked slacks where his men would see?

Oh, god, you thought.

“Nope,” Bucky sighed, his hands gripping your ass tightly in reprimand. “I’ve gotta fuck you until you don’t know nothin’ but who I am, kitten. Besides, I have time to kill until that idiot calls me with good news, and I wouldn’t wanna waste an opportunity to be buried so deep in your fuckin’ cunt that you’ll be feelin’ me for days.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x f!reader smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x female reader #bucky x female reader smut #bucky x f!reader #bucky x f!reader smut #bucky x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #mafia au #rookthorne's works #Diamonds #all caps bingo 2023

[jungle-angel]

This Cozy House (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob spend a chilly fall evening goofing around with the babies

It was absolutely freezing out, more so than it had been since last year despite it being only early October. It was already dark out in early evening, the sun having set around five-thirty in the evening while dinner was left to slow cook in the crockpot, but the house was as brightly lit and cozy as ever.

Auggie and Patrick's squealing giggles soon reached your ears as Bob tickled them, the three laughing up a storm in the living room. You laughed just as they did, your hands trailing to your bump as your baby girl kept rolling over.

A sudden noise made you jump a little along with Bob's stern warning to your son. "August Robert," he chided. "If you're gonna rough-house, take your glasses off."

"Ok Daddy," he chirped, quickly removing his glasses and setting them down on the endtable.

You pulled the grainy loaf of bread out of the oven and put it on the back of the stove, cutting it with great ease and putting it on the plate. The rain battering the roof was growing louder and louder, rattling the pipes that held up the stove vents whole a menacing roll of thunder was heard outside.

"Storm's rollin in (y/n)?" Bob asked as Patrick rolled onto one of the couch cushions on the floor.

"They said it was gonna get bad in a few hours," you told him, bringing the bread to the table. "Not sure how these two are gonna sleep tonight."

Bob nodded in agreement. Storms in California had been nothing compared to those in Montana where you were currently living. All summer long, you and Bob had not only worried about tornadoes but the wildfires which tended to spark up close to towns and cities. Luckily for you, Bob and his family had worked with a local hotshot team to create a burn line so that the ranch would survive.

"C'mon Patrick, roll to Daddy," Bob encouraged.

Patrick squealed and giggled as he somersaulted off the couch and into his father's arms. It always ended the same with Bob putting him back on the couch and having him roll right off, over and over again until finally the timer on the crockpot went off.

"Auggie, grab your glasses, then come eat."

"Ok."

You and Bob were soon seated at the table with Auggie and Patrick, the four of you just having said grace before dinner was passed around, hot pieces of bone-in fried chicken, white-cheddar mac n cheese with toasted breadcrumbs, green beans and the grainy crust of bread that had smelled so good warming in the oven.

Everyone ate their fill and talked about their day and all that had come about. "Oh," Bob said suddenly. "Sweet cheeks, before I forget, I've got next week off so I can go and get the boys from school."

"Does Luanne know?"

"She knows," Bob assured you. "Dad helped her and Magnus fix their windows last week since he had his rotator-cuff surgery. He told her I was gonna pick the boys up as soon as they were done on their nature walks."

Excellent....you thought. One less thing to worry about......

As soon as the boys had finished, you and Bob took care of the dishes and the leftovers, putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and putting the leftover food into clean plastic containers to store in the fridge for tomorrow's lunch.

"You want me to take care of baths tonight?" you asked Bob.

"Absolutely not," Bob insisted. "You're eight months pregnant and I don't want you having to hurt yourself."

"Bob, c'mon, we've been through this twice already," you chuckled.

"Which is exactly why I don't want you to hurt yourself," Bob informed you.

"I'm just teasing," you told him.

You leaned into his embrace, happy and content as ever in his arms as he lovingly kissed you, his hand resting on your bump when he felt the tiny little feet of your daughter against his palm.

"You get some sleep my sweet little pea," he mumbled as he stooped to one knee to kiss your belly. "I have a feeling you're gonna be trouble like your brothers."

You laughed a little bit before Bob told you to go and settle in and to get the Friday night movie ready. It was an odd choice of Auggie and Patrick's, but they were beginning to really love Disney's "Fantasia", one that Bob had grown up watching. Even if neither of them understood it, they loved the images that matched up with the music.

Bob quickly gave them their baths and stuck them both in their warm little pjs just in case they fell asleep during the movie. Auggie had run to his room to go and grab his little Dumbo stuffie off his bed while Patrick waddled out with his little brownie bear in its soft knit sweater that you and Bob's mother had both worked on when Patrick had been born.

You and Bob pulled out the couch bed and piled it with blankets, pillows and anything else to keep warm, snuggling in with your boys between you, your family dog jumping up to warm your feet and the movie playing on the tv screen in the living room. You and Bob couldn't have been more content than at that very moment, with both your boys between you, all snuggled under the warm quilts and blankets as the storm passed you by outside. Yet here you remained, unaffected by the rain battering the windows and safe in each other's arms, just as you knew, you always would be

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 1/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma

Chapter One: Hickory Dickory Dock

Bruce leaped out of the Batmobile, blood pumping as he sprinted halfway across the docks and kicked in the warehouse door in a panic. He couldn't be too late. Not again. He looked around the room, his heart still beating in his ears. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain his cool. Jason wasn't a child anymore. He could take care of himself. Jason was probably long gone. Bruce tried to reassure himself that everything was fine. He turned to leave just as a pipe clattered and clanged against the cement floor, followed by a gasp. Bruce met eyes with a little boy with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles. He sat in the corner of the room shaking and crying, wearing a hoodie that was so oversized it pooled over his feet.

The boy held both hands over his face, stifling sobs as his body shook. Bruce's shoulders dropped, and he made himself appear smaller and less imposing. He stepped forward to approach, and the child screwed up his face and broke into a sobbing mess. "Oh no, I'm not here to hurt you-." The little boy shook his head frantically.

"No! No," he pleaded. Bruce sighed and sat down where he stood.

"I only want to help," Bruce reassured him. "Can you step into the light for me?" The child shook his head. "My mask is awfully spooky, huh?" The boy nodded. "Don't worry. I'm just a regular man under the mask."

The little boy shivered in the cold. "It's too cold in here to stay all night... I actually have a ravioli soup to pick up in a little bit, and I couldn't possibly eat it all by myself. Do you know anybody who might want to eat hot and spicy ravioli soup with me?" Bruce questioned. The little boy's stomach growled. Bruce reached out, and the little boy took his hand. "Oracle-."

"Got it," Barbara replied. Bruce held his hand out, and the child finally accepted. Bruce took a wet napkin and wiped his face and hands clean, checking for signs of a broken nose.

"Does that hurt?" Bruce questioned. The little boy tried to stop himself from crying. "Does your head hurt?"

The little boy shook his head. "No..." His voice was small, almost mouse-like.

"Okay... I don't think anything's broken," Bruce whispered, "Will you come with me?"

Bruce walked him to the Batmobile and set up the car seat he kept around for emergencies. He buckled the boy in and checked to ensure the seat belt was secure. The little boy grabbed Bruce's wrist, and they locked eyes. There was a strange familiarity swimming around in the boy's downturned eyes. "Am I in trouble?" asked the boy. Bruce shook his head. "Are you gonna take me home after?"

"I'm going to try to. How'd you get way out here?" Bruce asked.

Bruce hopped in the Batmobile and started driving toward the restaurant in Little Italy. "I don't remember," the boy mumbled, "I usually remember things... But I don't know this time. I never go this far away by myself."

"Do you know what neighborhood you live in?" Bruce questioned. The little boy swung his feet as he looked around at the Batmobile's interior.

"Uh-huh. I live in the apartments on Park Row," the boy answered, "Mr. Batman, you hurt my daddy before... But sometimes, he does bad things. My mommy says sometimes people have to do bad things to survive."

"Well-."

"I think he had to go away again and get punished," the little boy explained.

"I'm sorry that I hurt your father," Bruce apologized.

"It's okay... You probably didn't know. Sometimes people hit people because they don't know better," the little boy justified. Bruce shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he pulled up into the alley.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Bruce asked. The little boy nodded.

Bruce went into the back entrance and paid for his order. He took an empty soup container and split his order in two before grabbing his forks and returning to the Batmobile. He climbed into the backseat and draped a napkin over the boy's lap before handing him his soup. "Thank you," the little boy whispered. Bruce could tell it'd been a while since the child's last meal, but he had excellent manners. Bruce ate with him in silence. "Do you know my name?"

Bruce shook his head. He thought it was a strange question. "Do you know Santa Claus?" the little boy questioned.

"No, I can't say I do," Bruce replied, "What is your name, by the way?"

"Jason," the little boy answered. Bruce turned to him and shook his head.

"Jason Peter Todd?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded and smiled.

"Hey! You told a fib! You do know my name," Jason giggled. Bruce's breath caught. How was that possible? Jason was a full-grown man when Bruce received the distress call earlier. Who could've done something like that to him? "Mr. Batman?"

Bruce took off his mask and looked him in the eye. He hoped it would spark something in Jason's memory. "Jason, how old are you right now?" Bruce questioned.

"You're Bruce Wayne," Jason grinned, showing Bruce the little gap in his front teeth.

"Jason, please. How old are you today?" Bruce asked.

Jason frowned. "I'm five... Are you mad at me?" Jason questioned. Bruce shook his head.

"Do you remember talking to me today? We talked to each other three times today... I've known you since you were twelve, and I-."

"Mr. Wayne... I'm five," Jason whispered.

Bruce sighed. Jason was literally five years old. He had no memory of the past nineteen years, and there was no way to explain any of it without traumatizing him. "Well, Jason, if your mommy and daddy aren't home, do you want to stay with me for a little while?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded.

"How'd you know my whole name?" Jason asked.

"I'm a good detective," Bruce answered. Jason hiccupped and apologized. "It's alright. Jason, is it alright if I take you to a doctor and let her bandage up your cuts?" Jason nodded. "If you're good, Dr. Thompkins might give you a sticker."

Jason lit up. "I know who Dr. Thompkins is! She helped my mommy once when she was sick," Jason explained. Bruce smoothed Jason's hair down in the back. He felt something warm and wet, like blood, and he drew his hand back to see a glowing inscription on his hand. Magic. Of course, it was magic.

Corpus et mens infantis ad cor infantis. It was written in liquid on Jason's head and Bruce's palm. Jason didn't notice the glowing green inscription. "Does Dr. Thompkins know you're Batman?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded. "Am I asking too many questions, Mr. Wayne?"

"You can ask all the questions you want, Jason. Okay?" Bruce reassured him. Jason nodded as he drank the tomato broth from his soup container. Bruce smiled and wiped Jason's face. "I used to have a little boy like you... Except he wasn't as little as you. He was older... But to me, he was my little boy."

"Is he gone?" Jason asked.

"Kind of," Bruce whispered.

"Do you miss him?" Jason questioned.

"All the time," Bruce whispered, "He was only little for such a short time. I wished I could turn back time and be better to him."

Jason looked at the sad expression on Bruce's face, and he tapped his shoulder. "I bet he misses you too," Jason reassured him.

#fic #five little ducks fic #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #dick grayson #batfam #de-aged jason todd #angst and fluff #magic #babysitting #chapter 1: hickory dickory dock

[hanasnx]

stop because i literally thought this was just me being completely utterly weird but knowing that there’s someone out there that thinks the same thing is literally so relieving, like yes?? anakin is and would be “gross” when he’s having sex?? and omg and dropping hot wax on him?? i loved all of what you said, we need more “gross”anakin. 

thank you for coming to my Ted talk.💗

(btw I’m talking about you “scratching the surface” with anakin’s other kinks)

val it’s so real it’s practically canon.

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like i absolutely know padme (who’s not prudish by any means & even if she was that’d be fine) was barely keeping up with her husbands sex drive and kinks. but the man knows how to lay the meanest pipe so i just know she loved being along for the ride 🤷‍♂️

sometimes some of the gross stuff i write for him i don’t even write it as a “this is gonna be so hot” it’s literally like “yea ani would do this and probably be into it” like i really try to stay true to his character and he thinks it’s hot. whether or not i do or you do is subjective. the reader in the fic is always gonna reflect ani’s sense of adventure and therefore be into what he’s into for the sake of storytelling

i have a series of unarticulated thoughts on anakin’s so-called “grossness” and i try to sprinkle them in evenly throughout my work. but since u asked for more, i’ll give you a list

let’s talk more about anakin’s disgusting habits under the cut

warnings: f pronouns + anatomy, dead dove do not eat for sexually and potentially triggering explicit themes. things such as feet stuff, butt stuff, armpit stuff, pregnant/breeding/lactation kink, titfuck. mommy/daddy kink, mentioned vomit from gagging on cock & cleaning it off & face fucking, slight dubcon, sadism, dacryphilia, piss kink, blood consumption

☥ he’s so impulsive, so eager to act on a whim. unapologetically gross

☥ ani is treading pretty dangerously close to a foot fetish bcos it’s part of “his worship” for reader. and he would 100% “floss your toes with his tongue” and he’d tell reader that to their face too

☥ would make out w your ear tbh.

use tongue when he kisses you on places that are supposedly chaste. your hand or your cheek or your forehead during goodbye. what’s the point? he doesn’t know. he wants to taste the sweat on your skin

☥ he eats ass like a starving man and he loves when it’s done to him too. he doesn’t even fuckin care istg he loves ass. he loves fingering it while he’s fucking your pussy, he loves fisting it, fucking it, making you wear cute jeweled butt plugs. he wants to fist your pussy too but that’s not nearly as easy as your perfect asshole

☥ unhinged enough to lick & suck your armpits. sweaty or not. part of his insatiable need to have touched/licked every reachable inch of your body no matter how unorthodox. the possession in him

☥ my friend (i’d tag them but i didn’t know if they’d want to be tied to this piece of info 💀) once said “he wants to live inside your skin” and she was 100% right

☥ shamelessly attracted to pregnant women & milfs & tits. the mommy issues on this kid is out of this world. he wants you to take care of him like you’re his mom and i mean that. and he also wants to fuck you. he’s so fucked up. if you made dinner for him? in nothing but an apron? he’d call you mommy and eat whatever you made right off of you

☥ breeding. we all know it, it’s been done before a thousand times. anakin’s the king of the breeding kink. but i’d like to say some more about it.

if you’re pregnant, he’s constantly trying to fuck you. you’re like “my love, can you grab me that? i’m in a lot of pain right now i can’t—

immediately, he’s asking: “you want me to fuck you too? it might relieve some of the pressure. i read somewhere..”

he’s practically vibrating sitting next to you thinking about how he— him— he put babies inside you. h i m.

god and if you let him have you?? he goes crazy

he’s like grabbing your hair and licking up the length of your spine and saying shit like, “gotta make sure right? gotta make sure… you’re gonna take it all… my little wife.”

and

“i did this to you, didn’t i? say it, baby, who got you fucking pregnant? fuck, your tits are gonna get so fucking big. you’re gonna let daddy milk you, right?” cos that lactation kink is so real too

he’d honestly wanna fuck your tits while they’re full of milk. watch your nips drool milk all over yourself and his dick while it’s nestled so tight in between em. you’re practically crying from the oversensitivity which is just an added plus for him.

part of the pregnancy kink is definitely the thrill of almost forcing you to have his children.. going bareback and bein like “you ready for another one? let’s make another. if it doesn’t take this time, we’ll keep doing it. i’ll give you my cum as many times as it takes, yeah? you fucking love it.” after you literally just had one of his children bcos he’s selfish and cruel and tyrannical and gets off to shit like this

☥ after a blowjob he wants you to swish and gargle his load. open your mouth so he can spit in it and make you mix it in. watch you as you swallow it and probe your mouth with his tongue to taste the remnants

☥ piss kink. he has it. he wants it both ways. something about watching you kneel in front of him to get pissed on makes him feel so superior. disgustingly superior. telling you how good you are sitting so pretty for him while he pisses on you. you’re so dirty for liking it. might make you drink it depending bcos he’s def had yours—

☥ making you practically vomit on his cock from fucking your throat so deep. swells with pride when you lick it off of him like a good girl. he loves seeing you gag and choke and lurch. the way your throat looks closing up and how your body surges from the involuntary movement. it makes him moan and fuck your mouth like a pussy. as hard as he can.

☥ twisting and pulling and flicking your clit and nips. slapping your pussy. tugging at your folds. simply bcos of his sick fascination to put you through so much for his own sexual satisfaction. don’t worry he expects the same from you.

☥ he’d lick and drink your blood in the right circumstances tbfh. if he broke the skin on you somewhere he’d lick the wound

☥ he wants to watch you hopelessly fuck so many things for him. for him, specifically. not you. for him. he wants you to put on a show for him. to redden and whine and cry bcos whatever thing (which is most likely not a toy, and something not meant to be stuck up your ass or pussy. that stretches it too wide or whatever other reason) just isn’t working and it’s not getting you where you need to be. and you beg for him to help you. to let you stop. but he doesn’t. not yet anyway

☥ seriously,,, there is so little i don’t see this boy doing ,,, there’s definitely more but this is just what i had on hand. 🥵🥵 i love anakin’s disgusting side. disgusting is an understatement. he needs a stronger word

#dead dove do not eat #anakin skywalker headcanons #ch: anakin #foreverburningstar #thanks for the msg!! #indy: headcanons #reader insert #x f!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #wife!reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker kinks #subby anakin

[probablyintensemuses]

INCOMING: A DESPERATE COLLEGE STUDENTS OATHBOUND PREDICTIONS!!!!

CC @mageofspace__ on IG

TRACY!! I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES IN THE MIDDLE OF WALMART! THE WHOLE GANG!! I’m so happy to see Valec, Alice, Will, & Mariah in the flesh like wtf! But while we are here, I want to talk about some of my Oathbound predictions…because I can. ❤️⚔️💙

P.S. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ LB OR BM I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT CONTINUE! Spoilers ahead!

• Okay first, I truly believe that Bree has had her squire and kingsmage all along, Nick and Sel. I mean just with the relationships between those three, there is no way it goes any other way.

also, Alice will wake from her coma and have somehow inherited powers from Will as she was LITERALLY breathing his aether signature in. Like I’m not 100% sure how that would work, but we’ve seen it in media before, take Monica Rambeau and Wanda’s hex for an example! Maybe that interaction with magic will awaken Alice's own unique magic too, or maybe it's closely related to Bree again how the Mesmer did too in LB.

Regardless, when she awakens I think bby girl will be given an even more important role in the finale of this series. Maybe like being Will's squire...

• it’s going to come out that not only is shadow daddy, IYKYK not spoiling for potential new readers who have no sense of self-preservation and are reading this anyways, is not only Sel's father but VALECHEZ’s! Like not only would that be pure comedy considering how they were at each other's NECKS in BM, but it makes sense as to why Sel was succumbing to his demonia so fast, faster than others, maybe because a little more demon than others…

•I think this new magic system that Tracy is cooking up is going to tap into Natasia and Faye’s relationship a bit more and even Sel and Bree’s.

I also think it’s going to be the solution to not only Sel’s demonia, but Bree’s bloodmark, and even abatement and all these fucking legendborn oaths. I mean think about the word OATH, practically meaning something one HAS to abide by. Vera took an oath of sorts with the blood mark “one daughter at a time for all time.” The legend born and their oath of service and all this, as I call it, greedy magic which shortens their life spans, the Merlins too! What if, just what if, Faye and Natasia found a way to combine both their forms of magic (root + aether + blood craft) and created something entirely new? Something so potent and powerful, defying these “oaths” or what you could call them, curses, to cure all these things…and what if since Bree is from Faye’s lineage, sel from Natasia, what if they can do it together too.

• I think we will learn more about the Morgaine. More on Nick….hmm. A lot of LB fans keep calling him boring, but with his mom's disappearance, and the fact that Tracy is too good of an author to simply leave his arc hanging, I don't trust it. Maybe he will even go rogue, I'm not too sure ATP, but don't sleep on Nick!

• Lastly for my final predictions…more like a pipe dream. I really, for the life of me, need Bree to pull a Wanda from episodes 8-9 of WandaVision with Shadow Daddy.

We know Bree is smart and clever, this ain’t new! So, I need her to take what she has learned from shadow daddy, and then pull a clean uno reverse, and get out of there! EXPEDITIOUSLY!

Then from there, I need her to find Sel and Nastia (preferably in some cute cabin in the woods, and Natasia needs to be a MILF) this revelation of Bree's survival prompts Natasia to discuss the above ^^^ She and Bree get to work! Sel is now cured and they can get these oaths removed!!! Once these oaths are removed, the REGENTS ARE TOAST, TOR TOO! Then we get to work on Camlann in book 4! Cuz that’s how tf Tracy does it! Period!!

THESE ARE JUST MY PREDICTIONS, NONE OF THESE ARE CANON!! All I have to say is I'm fucking so excited about this book and even though it's still two years out I'm trusting Tracy's expertise to bring us something DE-LI-CIOUS! Also is it too much to ask that if this is adapted for television to have it animated, we know how much Tracy loves and takes influence from anime... it's only fair, and I feel can make for a more accurate and dynamic visual medium.

That's all for now. PEACE.

#legendborn3 #legendborn #bloodmarked #tracy deonn #legenbornpredictions #legendborn cycle #bree matthews #kingbree

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Okay so I’m not exactly sure where this could go, but it’s stuck in my head. So you go to Japan for a nice long vacation you either meet one or more TR guys at a club and you hook up with them on and off during your vacation. It’s time for you to go back home and that’s when you find out your pregnant with one of the guys baby.

Let's do this for my favorite "unexpected baby daddy"... Mucho.

Heaven: Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: nsfw

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"Having a good time?"

The club is packed. You squirmed through the crowd to the front of the bar to get a drink and then wormed your way back to the VIP area to sit among your newfound friends.

"Yeah," you reply to the black-haired man, his braided hair out of place in the other crowd of clean-shaven men. "The staff didn't lie when they said this place is the most popular in Tokyo."

"Lucky we saw you when you were trying to get in." Ken shifts in his chair, lacing an arm around the back. He's dressed in a black t-shirt and nice slacks like the rest of his companions, but you look beyond him at a tall man in the crowd, his face unmoving and eyes roaming about the place with an unamused glance.

"Who's the stiff?"

"Oh, him?" Ken follows your gaze, then thumbs to the giant. "That's Mucho. He's one of us." Before you can reply, he whistles loudly, and the man looks at him curiously. "Hey, Mucho! Come over here and meet our new friend!" Your nerves spike as the man works through the crowd, his turquoise eyes brightening in the pulsing lights as he approaches you.

"Mucho, this is y/n. I met her when we came in - She's from the States."

"Oh," Mucho states simply, not opting for a smile. "Hello, y/n."

"Hi..." You've never seen someone so tall and handsome, but the cat gets your tongue and mutes you.

"Hey, take my seat," Ken urges him, standing up suddenly. "I have to go check on the bartenders." Your protests die in your throat as Ken walks off, patting Mucho's shoulder as he sits across you. For a moment, you can't seem to drag up any words from the ether of your mind. But Mucho beats you to the punch.

"You're from the States?"

"Yeah," you reply eagerly. "F-from D.C." Mucho's face remains blank. "The capital city."

"Ah," he finally replies, nodding. "Must be a busy life."

"It's nothing like Tokyo. Things are much busier here."

"How long are you staying here?"

"Me?" You clutch at your purse, which is sitting in your lap. "I'm here for the month. It's sort of a vacation." Mucho hums, tips his drink up, and then points to your empty glass.

"What'd you have? I'll get you another one."

"You don't have to," you pipe up, shaking your right hand. "I'm--"

"It'd be my pleasure." A ghost of a smile crosses his lips, and you melt, smiling back at him with ease.

"I had an old fashioned."

"We'll make that two then." Mucho raises his finger, and a server suddenly appears to take your order. Mucho orders for both of you without hesitation, and the server walks off. He returns just as quickly with your drinks, and despite sitting in near silence for a minute or two, you hold the glass with gratefulness.

"A toast," Mucho begins. "To your vacation." You clink the glasses together, then toss the drink back, swallowing as much as possible. "And to new friendships."

Friendship wasn't the best way to put it now that you reflected upon your actions after that night. 'Friends with benefits' was more proper. Mucho's stayed in your hotel room many nights, sleeping the night away between the sheets and cuddling your frame before leaving when he pleased. Mucho would take you out to eat and show you places in Tokyo. He'd even invited you to a fundraising dinner for Tenjiku, the non-profit he volunteers with. Your appearance at the dinner had raised some questions, but you were fully prepared to allow Mucho to address them. In addition, he fucks you every night you let him, and each night is better than the last. You're not sure how it's possible, but he's made you cum without fail. You turn over in bed, counting the days you'd have to leave what felt like heaven.

"Hey," Mucho murmurs, reaching over to touch your face. "Are you feeling okay?" You rumble a little, frowning.

"Do I look unhappy?"

"You look uncomfortable," Mucho whispers back, kissing your forehead. "I'll get you some water and have the concierge bring breakfast." He smooths your hair back once more, then rises from the bed and walks into the main room. You get up and stroll to the bathroom, grunting when you feel a headache coming on.

Three weeks in Tokyo, you muse as you sit on the toilet. One more to go. An ache resurfaces in your breasts as you stand, but you think nothing of it. It's only after you wash your face and pull out your toiletries that you see the lone tampon rolling about in the bottom of the bag. A troubling thought flashes into your mind like a warning beacon. But you forget it just as fast.

On the last day of your trip, Mucho has you splayed out for him on the bed, his cock driving into you. Your lips are covered by his, and his hands grip your flesh tightly. "I don't want to let go," Mucho admits. "Stay with me for a while."

"I have to go back," you pant, though you wish your words weren't valid. The universe is playing a cruel joke on you, you think, as he kisses your breasts and sucks on your nipples with a warm mouth. "Easy..." Your hand cups Mucho's neck, and he looks up at you with his turquoise eyes, capturing you in his gaze. He continues to suck, however, meeting your lustful gaze.

"I'll come to you, then," he breathes, letting your nipple free. "I'll get on the next flight out to you."

"You have a life here." Mucho shakes his head and then lifts off of you, turning you onto your side. His hands take your top leg and anchor it on his shoulder before he turns to kiss your ankle sweetly.

"I'll come to see you either way. Then I'll bring you back here and make you mine."

Your fingers fumble with the phone in your hands. You raise the item to your ear and wait for the dial tone to cease.

"Y/n... you kept me waiting for a while," Mucho murmurs once the other end does pick up. "Thought about my offer?"

"I have," you answer, wiping your sleeve across your face. "Yasuhiro, I--" The confession sticks in your throat. Mucho waits patiently on the other end. "I'm pregnant." There's a brief pause before Mucho responds.

"You're keeping it."

"I wouldn't have told you otherwise."

"What do you want me to do?" Your fingers tremble as you hold the phone to your ear. Your voice shakes as you whisper,

"I need you."

"Then I'm on my way," Mucho replies instantly. "I'll be there in a day. We'll sort everything out, baby."

"You're not mad at me for--"

"No. I'm just glad I get to hear your voice again." You hear the sounds of a keyboard rattling away on the other end. "I'm on my way, baby. Just hold on for me."

#tokyo revengers mucho #yasuhiro muto x reader #yasuhiro muto smut #yasuhiro muto #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers

[puddle-nerd]

Menace (Part 2)

Summary: Immediately follows Menace, Part 1 because I couldn’t resist. We addressed your spanking kink. Now about Jake’s daddy kink… (Jake/Reader)

Part 1

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Prompt 5 (Daddy Kink) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

Na’vi Translation: Tewng – loincloth Story Tags: No use of y/n, Female Reader, Friends to Lovers, Use of “baby girl” and “Daddy”, Riding without penetration, Idiots, They’re both idiots! Idiots in Love

“I have a spanking kink. You have a daddy kink. It’s cool. I’ll call you daddy if you spank me like that some more.” Jake chuckled. “You started it,” he countered. “I had my fingers stuffed up inside you and you asked me if I could come, calling me daddy while you did so. It was so fucking hot I almost came on the spot.” You blinked. “So… it wasn’t a dream?” You hesitantly asked. Jake shifted to look at you. “Is that why you were being weird afterward?” He asked. “You thought you imagined it?” You nodded slowly, defending yourself with an exasperated, “You were drunk! I was not about to take advantage of you or something!” Jake just grinned, fueling your irritation. “Oh, stop looking at me like that, you menace.” You smacked your hands down upon his chest but it did more damage to you than to him. He laughed. “Ugh, you’re an ass, Sully.” You went to roll out of bed only to be hauled right back up and manhandled to sit upon his waist. Jake’s golden eyes raked over you. “You look good sitting up there,” he commented, licking his lips. “And… to set the record straight, if you ever feel in the mood, all you gotta do is tell me to drop my tewng, baby girl. Long as you want it, this is all yours.” He gripped your hips and slid you back, sliding you onto the side of his shaft so that he wasn’t inside of you but he could feel your arousal and cum drip down onto his length pressed between his abdomen and your pelvis. “Every. Single. Inch.” He punctuated those last three words with a twitch of his hips and getting you to grind down against him. You couldn’t help but moan. “That right,” you questioned. “All of this is just mine, daddy?” Jake’s pupils dilated so only a thin ring of gold showed. “I don’t share, baby girl,” he snarled, hands clenching on your hips and buttocks. “Daddy’s the only one getting to see you like this. Hear you like this. Fuck you like this.” He started to slide you back and forth over his hard cock, the rod like a titanium pipe covered in velvet and hot to the touch. “Tell Daddy you agree.” You whimpered, you clit dragging over the ridges and nuns that apparently adorned his cock. “Tell Daddy you’re his or you don’t get to cum. Be a good girl and tell me!” “Yours, yours, all yours,” you chanted, whining as Jake sped up his movements below you and you reaped the benefits of an unsmooth ride. Your clit was near to singing as it pulsed with every push and pull. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop, Jake!” The Avatar snarled, “Not my name!” You sobbed, grinding harder onto his cock, slick with your arousal and cum from your last orgasm. “Daddy! ‘M close! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t sto–oh, fuck! Daddy cumming!” You gushed all over the length of him as your second climax rushed through you, his hands on your hips the only thing holding you steady. Below you, Jake grunted, silvery blue cum spurting in huge globs up his stomach and chest as he joined you in ecstasy, nearly covering his upper body in it. “Fuck,” Jake panted, trying to catch his breath. “I’m gonna need a bath after this.” “You could use the showers built for Avatars,” you suggested, shivering as the bliss faded from your limbs, “but you’d have to cross the common area. Or you could try to squeeze into mine and probably hurt yourself.” Jake snorted. “Abusive,” he accused without any heat, finding the discarded bedsheet and wiping himself clean before easing you down onto the mattress and getting up. He did reach into your adjoining bathroom and grabbed one of your hand towels, wetting it and bringing it back to you. He was gentle as he cleaned you up, taking care of your sensitive lower body. “You green, baby girl?” “I’m so green I’m Kermit the Frog,” you muttered, starting to feel like cotton was developing in your brain. He chortled at that and tossed the wet cloth on top of the bedsheet. “Come cuddle,” you whined, eyes beginning to cross. “M’cold.” And he was a furnace. Jake eased himself down onto your bed and snuggled you up against him, kissing your forehead. “Night, baby girl,” he whispered. You hummed in response. “Night, daddy.”

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Originally Posted: 05 October 2023 Word Count: 746

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng

#lunaskinktober2023 #avatar #avatar smut #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x human!reader

[littleprincessbug3]

I keep thinking about wanting to be a big girl and packing a stuffie to go explore the woods on my own while Daddy’s at work. Everything’s so pretty and beautiful in nature but then I realize I’m lost and scared. Panicked I trip over a rock scuffing my knee as I fall. I start crying and all the sudden my skirt is soaked. Daddy forgot to put me in nappies! Ok well maybe I was being fussy and told him I’m a big girl butt now I’m all wet 😫.

All the sudden I hear your voice say, “hey! Hey! Are you ok?” I sniffle a bit as you reach out your hand and say “here” with a smile so beaming I can’t help but smile a little back. Shouting after your daddy you take my hand as we skip back. He looks at you confused but then laughs saying how you always make friends wether it’s with animals or people wherever you go. Then turns to me concerned “are you lost?” I just nod my head a little ashamed I thought I could be so big. He sighs asking gently “and you made a mess?” I hang my head even lower and am about to start crying again before you pipe up “Here you can have some of mine!” Your daddy smiles at you not surprised with how sweet you are for sharing your own clothes. He turns to me and says “ok let’s get you cleaned up.” Wiping mean clean and putting a fresh diaper on me. I start to feel better. You help me with the snaps on the jumper then you turn toward your Daddy and ask, “ok! Now can we go play?” He chuckles and nods, “just not too far away.”

We laugh giddily running. We skip rocks, look for frogs, throw leaves in the air. When we get higher up we pretend we are the birds in the sky as we feel the wind under are wings. Lifting are arms we soar with a “woosh” sound. As it starts to get late your daddy says “ok it’s time to go!” Still laughing I recite where my Daddy and I live with a smile from a fun day. As we get closer I start to realize how late it’s gotten. Daddy probably got home from work awhile ago. I start panicking you grab my hand and say “hay it’s ok!” We pull up to the house and I see my Daddy on the phone on the front porch looking worried. All the sudden I start to rush up to him sobbing blubbering “Daddyyy”. Daddy looks so relived he grabs me into his arms holding me tightly. Daddy looks so relieved he pulls me back looks at my face asking question after question “baby girl where were you? Are you ok?” Daddy wipes the tears from my cheeks and looks at me concerned and relieved.

Daddy listens to me as I blubber on about “woods and I thought I was a big girl and-” Daddy starts to give me a stern look like he does when I’ve been naughty and am about to get a spanking. But instead Daddy’s face lightens back to relief as he pulls me closer just happy I’m safe and in his arms. Your daddy steps out of the car with you holding his hand as he walks up to explain our adventures. Daddy invites everyone inside for cookies and refreshments. I can hear my Daddy thanking yours profusely for taking care of me and how I never wander off like that and he was so scared. All while I show you all my toys excitedly! Soon we’re getting sleepy watching cartoons and your daddy comes in to scoop you up. My Daddy walks up to you and says “your daddy told me all about how brave and kind you were! Thank you so much for taking care of and helping my little girl!”

My eyes barely open I see your daddy carrying you to the door and go “aww does she have to go?” My Daddy gives me a kiss on the forehead and says “yes baby all daddy’s have to tuck their baby girl in at night. But we still have to give back the clothes she so nicely lent you since you made a mess in yours.” Daddy looks down at me with a smile and says “her daddy was saying how much fun you two and setting up a play date-” I start to beam with a smile before Daddy interjects with, “-if you are a good girl!” I nod my head profusely excited I have a new friend! 🥰

Omg, this is such a cute story!! I love it ☺️ Thank you for sharing this, my Daddy and I enjoyed reading it and think it's very sweet 💕