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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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I bet Charlie would enjoy some nice cockwarming on a picnic blanket, while you way the fireworks and try not to get caught lol! What if your in laws are there too? 🤣 just a thought! I can’t wait to read all your stuff!

Beneath Your Skirt {Charlie Barber x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! here’s the final piece from my Fourth of July celebration!! thanks a ton for submitting, nonny :)

warnings: fluff. smut. humor. charlie’s mom is officially my new favorite person lol. cockwarming. unprotected sex/creampie. dirty talk. name-calling/degradation.

(possible) tw's: public sex (public cockwarming). smoking (canon for character).

Charlie’s mom absolutely adores you, there was no question about it. Every time you see her or come over to the house, she looks for an engagement ring on your finger and when she doesn’t find one, she chews her son out about it.

“Why haven’t you proposed to her yet, Charles?” She says, glaring up at him with her hands on her hips. “She’s not gonna wait around for you forever, you know, and it’s not like you’re getting any younger.”

This always makes you laugh and of course, Charlie always gets so flustered and annoyed at his overbearing mother, defending himself immediately.

“Mom, please stop asking that. It’s always so fucking awkward and it’s only been two years since my divorce...”

She holds her hands up in defeat. “I’m just asking! You can’t let this one get away; she’s a keeper.”

He shakes his head at his mom, then looks down at you with a small smile.

“I know she is. You’re stuck with me, kid.”

You smile, chuckling. “No complaints here.”

Henry runs in, then, and Lisa’s face lights up immediately as her grandson gives her a big hug.

“Oh, there he is!” She says, holding his face in her hands. “I swear you grow a foot between each time I see you and oh gosh, you’re so handsome. Just like your dad, although I hope you don’t wait so long to propose to your future soulmate.”

Charlie rolls his eyes and huffs, which makes you giggle. You can’t help it; the dynamic between them is just too good. He gives you a raised eyebrow glare and you purse your lips, suppressing the laughter.

“You’re a meanie.” He says with a smile.

“Yes, I’m the absolute worst.”

He laughs quietly, then leans down to place a few consecutive kisses on your lips. Henry groans when he sees you kissing.

“Eeewwww no kissing, Dad! It’s gross!!”

“It’s not gross, and what are you anyhow, the kissing police?” He asks his son, raising his eyebrows. “I’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend, honey.”

Lisa laughs, then walks upstairs to show you your rooms. Henry quickly puts all his stuff in his room while you and Charlie put your stuff in yours. He huffs as he puts his suitcase up on the bed and unzips it.

“Sorry about all of that.” He says, shaking his head. “I can’t believe she keeps asking that. I swear she just likes to annoy me sometimes for fun.”

You laugh as you put a pile of your clothes into a drawer. “No need to apologize, baby. We’ve been dating for two years, I’m used to it; plus, I think it’s kinda cute that she always says it. It’s nice to know that she’s rooting for us.”

Charlie smiles and walks over to stand behind you, putting his clothes next to yours before letting his hands fall to your hips, lips connecting to the skin of your neck.

“So, and this is completely theoretical, but if I proposed to you at some point in the near future...would you say yes?”

Your stomach flutters and you smile to yourself, biting your lip.

“Yes, I would...theoretically, though, of course.”

He chuckles against your skin, nodding. “Of course. Good to know.”

Once you’re finished unpacking (and making out a little), you and Charlie head back downstairs, where Henry and Lisa are sitting together and chatting. All four of you hang out for a little while before Henry wants some lunch, which you and Charlie volunteer to make in order to give Lisa some more time with Henry.

You grab the fixings for grilled cheese while Charlie pulls the pan out and turns on the stovetop. Like clockwork, the two of you work together and to make Henry’s favorite lunch.

While you’re waiting for the sandwich to cook, Charlie bends down to connect your lips, moving his against yours gently, hands sliding down to your hips. You hum, reaching up to wrap your hands in his hair.

“You’re awfully frisky today, Mr. Barber.”

He smirks, kissing you again. “Can’t help it, I just love you too much.”

You smile, cheeks warming as you nibble at his bottom lip playfully, soon connecting your lips again.

Henry walks into the kitchen, ready to ask about the status of his lunch, but quickly walks back into the other room with his grandmother when he sees you and Charlie making out.

“Grandma, Dad and Y/N are kissing in the kitchen again.”

“Chaaaaarles! No PDA in the kitchen!” She calls into the kitchen from the couch.

You laugh and Charlie pulls away with a small groan, rolling his eyes.

“Leave me and Y/N alone! You’re the one that wants us to get married, for crying out loud!”

“Just because I want you to get married doesn’t mean I condone dry-humping in my kitchen. You're not twenty-three anymore, Charles, keep it in your pants.”

“Oh my god mom.” He groans, head falling forward onto your shoulder. “We were not dry-humping--jesus christ--we were just KISSING! Is that a fucking crime in this house or something?!”

You’re just giggling to yourself as this interaction goes on, thoroughly enjoying being present for it. Charlie and Lisa’s squabbles are one of your favorite pastimes.

“Watch your language around your son, he’s still too young to be hearing those words.”

You laugh softly as you break away to flip Henry’s grilled cheese, letting it cook for a few more minutes before putting it on a plate. Charlie pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs his hands over his face, groaning.

“And she fucking wonders why I stopped coming home when I went to college...”

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The smell of charcoal wafts through the air as the four of you settle down at a picnic table at the local community park. Charlie puts the grocery bag of burgers and dogs down on the wooden surface while Henry rushes over to a group of his friends.

You watch through the tinted lenses of your sunglasses as the young boy begins to play with the group, kicking a soccer ball around the expanse of lush green grass. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch him.

“I’m gonna head over and start grilling before it gets too crowded over there.” He says, bending down to kiss the top of your head before walking over to a vacant grill.

Your eyes move from Henry to Charlie, lingering over his handsome figure. Between Henry and Lisa, the two of you haven’t had more than five minutes of alone time since you arrived at the Barber family home a few days ago.

Charlie’s starting to get a little frustrated, you can tell, and if you’re being honest with yourself, it’s taken a bit of a toll on you as well. Sex isn’t everything in your relationship, of course, but it’s certainly something that is enjoyed mutually and occurs at least once a week.

He lays the meat down onto the grill before pulling a cigarette out from the pack in his pocket, lighting it up. He lets the beef simmer as he takes a few drags of the cigarette, head turned towards Henry and his friends.

You watch as he watches Henry, a barely-there smile pulling up the corners of his lips. He’s so incredibly proud of his son and it shows; there are very few dad’s who enjoy being a parent as much as Charlie. It’s one of the many, many things you love about him.

Dinner’s soon ready and everyone eats as the sun sets, shrouding the sky in darkness. There’s a sprinkling of stars throughout the sky, but it was an incredibly clear night.

Eventually, Lisa sets up all the lawn chairs and you migrated to the big field in preparation for the Fourth of July fireworks show. You seat yourself on Charlie’s lap and immediately, you can feel the beginnings of an erection pressing against the seam of his khakis, a fact that makes you shiver with excitement.

He grunts softly as you scoot around over his lap, hoping that you can’t feel his half-hardness. But, when you sit your own warming center right over the bulge in his pants, he knows that you could indeed feel it.

Your teasing doesn’t stop there, not by a long shot. No, you continue to shift on top of him, seemingly timing it so that you move whenever he’s just managed to will himself down to a somewhat more manageable level of arousal.

You talk to all the other parents as if nothing’s going on, as if you aren’t teasing the shit out of your boyfriend, who’s finding it very difficult to restrain himself at this point.

It’s when you bounce softly on top of him that he reaches the end of his fuse, grabbing your hip and leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“You better cut it out before I have to bend you over and teach you a lesson right here in front of everyone.”

You giggle softly to yourself, then look back at him with an innocent expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...I’m just sitting here.”

He huffs in mock amusement, shaking his head as his thumb swipes over your hip bone. He thinks of all the ways he could get retribution on you... And then he remembers that you’re wearing a skirt.

“Fine. You want to tease me?”

Your eyes widen when you hear the zipper of his khakis being undone, followed by the button. Is he really gonna...?

“Fan your fucking skirt out, make sure no one can see what a desperate whore you are.”

You whimper softly as you pull your skirt out from where it’s been naturally tucked beneath your thighs, spreading it out over his lap subtly. His fingers yank the crotch of your panties aside before the head of his cock prods around your dampened entrance.

“Sit down. Now.”

He buries his face against your back as you slowly sink down onto his stiffened rod, biting your lip hard to suppress the moan that threatens to slip out any second.

His length throbs and twitches inside you as your walls stretch out to accommodate his sizable intrusion. You look around frantically, making sure that none of the parents, kids, or Lisa are the wiser to the scandalous union currently happening beneath your skirt.

Chatter between the circle of friends continues and both you and Charlie laugh along, trying to keep up appearances. In reality, though, both of you were struggling to focus on anything other than the prominent feeling of being joined below the waist.

You’re trying your best not to clench around him, but it keeps happening involuntarily and you can feel how it’s beginning to drive him up the wall. His length bobs angrily inside you, balls clenching as he staves off orgasm.

Luckily, and much to both of your reliefs, the fireworks show starts only 15 minutes later. Everyone’s focus has moved up to the explosions in the sky, as well as their eyes, and you begin lightly bouncing on his cock.

He takes hold of your hips again, breathing soft but heavy in your ear.

“Are you really gonna do this right fucking here?”

You nod, chewing your lip.

“Jesus.” Charlie groans, hips pressing up subtly. “You better hope we don’t get caught, dirty girl. Can you imagine what all these people would say if they caught you with my cock buried in your little slut pussy?”

His words only spur you on further, walls gripping tightly around his girth as you whimper softly, trying to ride him a little faster and harder without drawing much attention.

“Can you imagine what Lisa would think of you if she caught you like this, huh? She’d know what you really are, my pretty little whore, my fucking cocksleeve. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“Mmmmmyyeah, fuck Charlie.” Your jaw slacks as you bounce a bit faster on top of him.

Charlie grunts softly, gripping your hips tightly to aid your subtle bounces. He’s so close he can practically taste it, pelvis moving up with each of your downward strokes.

“Gonna f-fucking cum.” He warns, panting heavily in your ear. “You ready to take it in your p-pretty pussy, kid?”

You nod, walls wrapped around him as tightly as you can manage, which sends him over the edge almost immediately. He buries his face against your back one more time, his moans and groans muffled as he cums deep inside you.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he comes down from his high, kissing your shoulder sporadically. You stand up a bit so that he can tuck himself back into his khakis, then take a seat back on his lap, reaching down to pull your panties back into place.

He sighs, pulling you back against him, giving you a series of quick kisses.

“Sorry you didn’t get to cum.”

You shake your head, smiling softly at his thoughtfulness. “It’s alright, it still felt really good.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get home and don’t have my mom or my kid around.” He chuckles, kissing you one more time. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady pitter-patter of his heartbeat as the fireworks burst overhead. This is by far the best Fourth of July you’ve ever had.

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palbabor-writes · 3 years

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oh my god! your writing is amazingggg. may i please have a creepy! shiggy, dabi or hawks whichever one is easier for you where they really like the reader so they do yk normal creepy stuff like stealing her underwear and humping her bed and one day they get caught and they thought she’d be disgusted but she’s lowkey into it and she’s just super sweet and praising and a HUGE SERVICE TOP. I think they just need some good pussy 😔 if you decide to do this then THANK YOUUUU

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ you’re too nice nonnie & tysm. i’m glad you’re here!

warnings: general degeneracy, masterbation, handjobs, SMUT, panty sniffin’

You make a point to leave your room unlocked.

Oh, you’ll switch it up, every so often, just so he has something to work for, but you prefer to pressure him with a time crunch instead of a locked door. It’s always so much fun. You make a show of dashing up the steps, feet thudding heavily on the warped wood. Then, right when you’re on the threshold, gosh, how could you be so daft, so thoughtless! You’d left your supplies downstairs, again! You’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached to your shoulders. Silly, silly, silly.

The display does what you need it to, namely, giving him the chance to slink away. He’s always whisper quiet when he creeps into your space, it’s a miracle you’d caught him. But, even super-villains find themselves on the back foot sometimes, and boy, was he clumsy about this.

It wasn’t like him. That was the slip up. No, his one, original, mistake was a simple one.

He’d left evidence of his arousal, of his lewd, heated, heart thudding, want. It was tacky, sticky, absolutely dripping with the milky residue of him. He’d tried to bury it deep, pressing it down into the bowels of your hamper, likely praying that it would remain hidden and you wouldn’t question it further when you did stumble upon it, hopefully weeks later.

You didn’t like to leave your hamper open and you certainly never, ever, left it beside your bed. It had been another long day and, at first, you’d only given it a swift glance, replaying the events of the night before. Maybe you’d lugged it over, too tired to pace the small distance? You had been in a rush. It was plausible.

Kicking your boots to the floor, you raise a hand to lower the lid of your plastic hamper when you spot the cascade of clothing. Again, it’s a tiny, tiny, fragment, but he should know better. It’s your job to notice the small, the obscure. Retcon is your bread and butter and this is too much, too tempting to ignore.

Fingers follow the hollowed space his arm has left behind and you hit the panties, seconds later. They’re warm, wet, and you clutch them into your palm and pull.

Fuck.

The lace is soaking. Fresh lines of cum run in thick rivulets, falling down your upturned hand and along your wrist, dribbling onto your bare feet. For a moment, you can’t seem to process the image that’s before you, your mind whirring through the possibilities, the faces. Who...no...which one of them did this?

The next morning, you’re quiet. It’s not unnatural. After all, it’s freaking 7 am, no one at the bar is talking. As you sip on your chilled, canned, coffee, your eyes carefully size up the men who are lounged around you.

Shigaraki is perusing a newspaper, the pallid hand of father obscuring his face, but you can still catch sight of the red glint of his eyes. He looks bored. He hadn’t even looked up when you walked in, his back bowed and head down, engrossed in his search.

Dabi is perched on one of the dilapidated couches, his long legs curled under him, flicking a bashed lighter, open and closed, open and closed. Like Shigaraki, he hadn’t lifted his gaze to you at first. He had, however, answered a question. Just the one, when you’d asked him if he had found any newbies, any potential recruits. He’d snarked his reply, his cerulean irises latching onto you with a cruel sharpness. No was his answer and you hadn’t pressed for any further elaboration.

Compress was shuffling a deck of cards. Spinner was ticking through his phone. Twice was chittering with Toga. Nothing was out of the ordinary. You finish your breakfast and tell them that you’re heading out.

No one replies.

******

Unsurprisingly, it happened again.

It’s a different pair of panties but the glisten of the cum is the same. So is the lowered placement, the bevel of the clothes, and the position of the hamper. However, it’s a little more calculated this time around. The lid is closed and there are no traces of his entry, no cuts or nicks on the door handle or key hole, no scattering of your things, no dip on your bed. There’s nothing.

Alright. Two can play at this game.

The hamper is moved, strategically maneuvered into the bathroom that your room holds. You’re careful to leave the lid propped. It looks haphazard, but it takes a precise click of the plastic to lock it into that position. You’ll be able to tell if it’s been moved.

You tug your panties out of your dresser and count them, noting the colors, patterns, the imperfections in the lace. If you’re going to do this, you need to know what you’re working with. The inventory must be precise, each variant recognized and tallied.

Every day, it’s a rinse and repeat process. Yank the flutter of fabrics out, spread them across your sheets and count. It’s tedious, bordering on annoying, but you wanna know. It’s like an itch. It sits right where you can’t reach and it tickles at the back of your mind. Besides, you’ve always liked a good puzzle. Although, this isn’t quite what you had in mind, you’ll take it and you’ll solve it, if it’s the last thing you do.

Two days after you start this mind-numbing task, four pairs go missing.

******

It’s late when you stumble back into the hideout, padding past the darkened bar and up the steps. The mission, despite its lower ranking, and pay, you think bitterly, had taken almost three days. Thankfully, the information you’d gleaned was worth it, but you’re exhausted. You’re wiping a sleepy hand across your face when you notice your door.

It’s ajar.

Instinctually, you fall to your haunches, tip toeing toward the crack, eyes narrowed, fingers curled into fists. The room is pitch black but there’s something, no, someone, in there. You can make out their outline. It’s a jagged cut that sits upon your bed and you can hear the tiny hitches and groans that they’re gasping out.

As your eyes adjust, you can see more. Your knees fall to the floor, digging into the wood and you steady yourself against the wall, eyes wide. He’s propped along your pillows and his hand is working over himself, using the friction of another pair of your panties to rub himself to completion. You can’t make out the exact shape of his cock but from the rapid fire tugs of his fist you can tell it’s long. It must be thick too, since he needs to adjust his pulls toward the tip.

He’s quiet, but you can still hear the catches and moans he’s making. Your name slips out too and the utterance makes your mouth go dry. So that’s who it is. Well, wonders never cease.

In the months that you’d known him, he hasn’t paid you much mind. Even through the haze of this strange obsession, he hasn’t altered his day to day routine, hasn’t broken character, hasn’t spoken to you unless the situation absolutely called for it.

Damn. It’s too much, it’s way, way...no. No. It’s not that it’s too much, you think, mesmerized by the sight that’s splayed across your sheets. It’s nowhere near enough.

You want to march in there, yank your soiled panties off his dick and hear what kind of noises he would make for you then. Would he shove you off, or would he welcome your notice? Either way, he’s too close now.

His hips have started to rut upwards, unable to resist the rhythm he’s created. The moans have drifted into hisses and his back arches when he cums, those familiar ropes of white splashing across the pastel of your lace. He’s careful to catch the drops, pinching the end of his cock and shuddering at the overstimulation. As he sits up, you cautiously rise, unsteady on your wobbling legs.

You’re halfway down the stairs when your door shuts. His footsteps recede down the hallway and you can hear him as he thuds into his own space, the click of his lock reverberating in your ears.

******

Thus, the game of cat and mouse continues.

Outwardly, neither of you reveal your hand, keeping your cards close to the chest, out of each others line of sight. Your door locks, unlocks, and you keep losing more panties. You’ve marked the one that will make the difference. It’s your new, favorite, pair. You haven’t worn them yet, but they’re a lush item, expensive, luxuriant, an excess that you don’t usually allow yourself. You’d purchased them the day after you’d finally caught sight of him. You couldn’t help it.

Most people, you reason, would be horrified by this situation, but not you. Oh no, you’re so turned on you can barely sleep. You start to masterbate in the early evening, when you know the others are moving around, your fingers trailing past your dampened curls, a careful fingernail pricking along your clit. You’ve even left your door open, cracked, welcoming the attention of anyone passing by. Once, you could have sworn you’d heard him. The whisper of that gasp, imagined or not, had bowled you over, your thighs clamping around your wrist, your cunt pulsing around nothing, hungry, slathering, desperate for more.

You want to just toss those panties on your bed and provoke the interaction. Goddamnit, how much longer is he gonna make you wait?

******

Not even 24 hours later, they’re gone.

He’s getting reckless, too. Your hamper is knocked over, the dresser drawer that holds your underwear is a crumpled mess, and he’s deliberately left a vacant hole where the panties used to lay. It’s screaming for your attention and you can feel your heartbeat thrumming against your breast.

Finally.

The next mission you’re assigned is easy, too easy. It’s mid-afternoon and there’s no reason for you to be back this early. Well, that’s an oversimplification. There is a perfectly excellent reason for you to be back, you’re just hoping the sliver of intel that was dropped for you will pay off.

Apparently, while the rest of you were out pounding the pavement, he’s elected to stay behind. He had something he needed to take care of.

“It sounded important,” Toga informed you, her voice lilting, rising with that sharp toothed smile of hers.

“Why are you telling me this,” you’d asked her, biting your lip and crossing your legs, soothing the throb that’s pricking in your core.

“He just told me to tell you, didn’t ask him anything more. You know how he is. He can be, prickly,” Toga winks, popping her head to the side, bouncing her golden locks.

“Alright,” you reply, adding a mask of disdain and disinterest to your performance. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Lies, lies.

So many fucking lies, but he must know that you realize, that you know. Why else enlist Toga? He hated having to lay things out. No, he must know, he has to.

The bar is empty and the upper floors are deathly still.

Your door is sensibly shut but you can make out his jerks, his gasps, and those choked whimpers that echo past the flimsy wood. Your hand catches against the knob and you take one, last, steadying breath.

Here we go.

When you swing the door open he startles upward, his white hair curtaining the flush of his cheeks. Those vermillion irises land on you and he vaults away, nearly tumbling off the side of your bed. His pants are still bunched around his thighs, so that hinders him from making a true getaway. As he’s fumbling with the dark material, you don’t miss the shake of his hands and the spread of that lovely blush.

Oh, this is too perfect.

Before he can finish tucking himself back in his pants, you’re dashing across the top of your bed, ignoring the discarded panties, ignoring the dark glare that he gives you, ignoring everything but that heated bulge that’s giving him so much trouble.

Impatient, your fingers curl around his wrists and you use the millisecond of surprise that your swift action has gifted you. With a low gasp, he falls forward, his knees sinking into the softness of your mattress. One hand lowers to brace himself, but he’s careful to keep a finger arched away, preserving the permanence of your bed. Before he can get his bearings, you’re pressing him onto his back, straddling his lean hips and lowering those dark pants back down.

His cock, badly concealed by the upper line of his boxers, springs out, curving proudly toward his muscled stomach. For his part, Shigaraki squirms under you, his scarred lip set in a forbidding scowl. His deadly hands lower to yours, but you ignore his unspoken threat, knocking his trembling digits away. Your fingers lace around his cock, squeezing at the heft of him, stroking up the spidery veins and grooves until he’s dropping his defiant head back against your sheets.

“Wh-what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growls, his raspy voice halting over the question.

“Who? Me?” you laugh, tugging a few more gasps from his shaking lips. There’s a pale strand of precum that’s leaking from his tip and you brush your thumb over it, gathering it against the pad and using it to ease your motions. His hips buck up and he shoves himself into your fist, a long string of curses slipping through his clenched teeth.

“I don’t think you get to ask that, dear leader,” you tease, leaning over his prone form. You’re glad he’s forgone wearing that creepy hand. It hadn’t even come into your calculations of how all of this would go. “No, not with the way you’ve been behaving.”

“I-I didn’t...fuck–”

“What? Didn’t think I’d find out?”

“You’re not supposed to be here. I sent you on that– ah– that mission for a reason,” Shigaraki bites out, shifting away from your close inspection. You smile at his discomfort and cup your free hand around his chin, yanking him back to you, forcing him to look up.

“That’s too bad, cus’ I finished early. Looks like I’m just that good, huh?”

He’s seething up at you, his eyes gleaming in the low light of your room, but he’s not making any attempts to leave. He may want to, but it seems his body has other plans. His cock is swelling as you pick up your tempo, your fingers clenching and releasing as you go, edging him along.

“You ever fucked a girl?” you ask, leaning back to admire the tense enjoyment of the man under you. The muscles of his stomach, coil and writhe, flexing each time you hit his tip and relaxing as you make the swift pass back down.

“N-no,” he moans, jerking his hips up, silently demanding that you pick up the pace.

“Did you want to?” you whisper, lowering to his face again, letting your soft lips trace along his temple. His skin is rough, but you like the contrast. Shigaraki seems to enjoy it too, his eyes slipping behind his eyelids as he turns toward you. When he doesn’t answer, you slow the hand that’s passing over the strain of his length. Shigaraki hisses at the shift and his eyes pop open again. They burn as they blaze up at you, clearly echoing his displeasure.

“Asked you a question,” you scold. He’s quiet for a long breath, but, after a few tense seconds, he lowers his eyes and nods, his jaw tight. “Should I take that as a yes?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Shigaraki grumbles, flashing a quick glare your way. “Was that clear enough for you?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, one delicate eyebrow arching at his disgruntled expression.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he huffs, grimacing as you lift your hand from him, freeing yourself to yank your shirt off.

“What do you want me to call you?” you ask, unbuttoning your jeans and easing them down the curve of your hips.

“My fucking name.”

“Shigaraki?”

“No. Tomura,” he replies, his voice falling into that deep rasp again. He’s watching you closely and you grin down at his frank assessment.

“Alright, Tomura,” you begin, testing out the unfamiliar acknowledgement. “Let’s make this good for you, hmm? What are you wanting to try first?”

He’s silent and you can hear the grinding of his teeth. “What’s better for you?”

Oh. Well, that’s not a question you were expecting. “For me? Uh, I guess I prefer to be on top. Let’s me control things and–”

“So do that,” he shrugs, finally peeling those dark pants off his long legs. He leaves his shirt on, but it doesn’t matter, if you’re riding him it’s not like you can’t tuck your hands under the tattered fabric.

“After acting like such a creep, you’re being pretty nonchalant about all of this,” your fingers wander along his sides and he shudders again, his neck bowing off the bedding.

“You’re one to fucking talk. Think I didn’t know what you were doing?”

“Ha! Well, well. No wonder you took my bait so easily. When did you figure me out?”

“That night you sat outside your door and watched me,” his hands raise to your hips and he urges you to hurry up, grunting when your dripping cunt traces over his tip. “Then you left your fucking door open. Not just once, either, no, you did it for days. It was a whole fucking week of that shit. Didn’t even need to steal a pair of your slutty little panties to smell you then. You reeked. I could smell you from my room.”

You laugh, helping him to press up and he glides into you, stretching you, radiating a satisfying ache along the slippery heat of your walls. His legs lift and his hands fall from your hips. Once you’re fully seated, your pelvis flush with his, you give him a few gulping breaths.

“Ahh, fuck, oh– fucking damn it. Ohh, this feels nice. God, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbles, his voice falling into a hysterical edge. You bite your lip and raise up on your knees, making sure you grip him tightly as you go. Another mantra of obscenities drop from his lips and his feet brace against the bed, his hips rutting blindly as you begin that slow lift and lower.

“How’s that?” you query, moaning when he returns those broad hands to your hips. His reply is a sharp thrust and you’re tipped forward, forced to sprawl over him, fingers digging for purchase in his dark shirt. He grunts at the weight of you but he keeps his pace up, using the bed as leverage.

You’re so close to him and you can’t help but reach for his face, suddenly desperate to feel his lips against yours. He doesn’t fight your hold, but he does let out a long groan when you tentatively kiss him. It’s slow at first and you’re very conscious of those dangerous hands of his. They’re still braced against your hips, but the four digits are starting to dig into your skin, sinking into the vulnerable dips until you’re whining.

He’s unsure, so you help him along.

You suck and nip at him, teasing him until he’s raising his head for more. Finally, one of those powerful hands detaches from your waist and he snatches at the back of your neck, insisting that you let him explore you further. After a time, you need air more than you need his lips, so you shake yourself free, pulling away and grinding your hips down as he ruts into you again.

“Not bad,” you tell him, grinning when he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips, his eyes lifting to peer up at you curiously. “Want me to take it up a notch?”

“No,” he replies sharply. “I like this.”

You snort at his blunt response and give him what he’s asked for. You keep the drags of your lifts slow, enjoying how he throbs and swells inside you. Each time you rise, you roll your hips and he sighs at every minor clench that your pussy does. After a time, you can’t ignore the pulsations of your impatient clit, so your fingers trail downward, delicately rolling and grinding against the bud.

Tomura tilts his head at this and his hazy vermillion snags your attention. “Does...does that feel good?”

For a second, you’re unsure what he means, but when his hand ghosts over yours, you realize. “Mmhm,” you gasp, giving yourself a quicker tweak, delighting in the widening of his eyes when your cunt flushes another wave of arousal around him. It slicks between your thighs and pools around his pelvis, gleaming against the dark curls that rest there.

“Lemme try,” he demands, batting your hand away and replacing your fingers with his own. He’s clumsy and he’s not expecting it to be that slippery, but he’s a quick study and he watches your face expectantly each time he tries something different.

“Y-you’re doing so good, Tomura,” you praise, lingering on his name, pleased that he reacts so positively to it. “Just a little bit...oh fuck...yeah, right there is perfect.”

You’re not being facetious either, he’s honestly killing you with those earnest looks and careful prods. Each time you gasp, he presses just a fraction more, testing out his new skills and expanding on them. As a reward, you keep the positive reinforcement coming, calling out his name as you fuck him into you, loving how he keeps pulsating and groaning each time you sink down.

A thin misting of sweat is beading over both of you, but you ignore the heat, too close to care that you’re starting to falter a bit in your rhythm. Tomura is panting also, losing some of that focus as he races toward his own release.

“Harder, ride me fucking harder, (Y/N),” he commands. The sight of him gasping and groaning out your name gives you an idea. You acquiesce to his demand but as you start those quick pumps your fingers reach behind you, searching for something that you think he’ll like even more.

Ah-ha!

It’s an older pair, not as frilly as the one’s you’d saved for him, but you’ve been wearing them all day, so that scent he was complaining about should be nice and ripe. His eyes have winced shut, so the flop of your lace panties startles him. He tenses for a second, but once he notices what you’ve given him a wicked smirk curls his lips. Instantly, his hand leaves your clit and he presses the fabric to his face, huffing heavily against the crotch.

“You fucking tease,” he groans, his tongue tracing along the seams, lapping at the thin residue that you’ve undoubtedly left behind. “Ahhh, yes. I think I would have rather had you sit on my face, but this will work, for now.”

The threat in his voice makes you shiver and you rock forward as you lower, snagging the sharp edge of his pelvis against your clit. Tomura takes in another deep breath at the sensation, his hand still holding your saliva filled panties to his lips. Just a little bit more. Your fingers tweak and pull, rolling the way you need. The heavy sting of Tomura’s cock is helping too and your pussy greedily begins to tighten around him, earning you a sputtered groan from the man beneath you.

“D-do that again,” he sighs, shifting your panties down his face so he can watch you. Obediently, you flick at your clit again and that stimulation, plus the heady knowledge that Tomura is watching, memorizing every move you make, hurtles you over the edge and you can’t help but slump forward as your orgasm crashes over you. Tomura lets out a guttural moan, flinging your panties away and yanking you to his parted lips. His kiss is frantic, nonsensical, more bites and slurps than any kind of caress, but you fall into his arms, overwrought and too turned on to think.

Once he’s had his fill of your lips, he resumes that steady pounding, his powerful hips canting into you, peppering you with jagged thrusts that leave you gasping.

“What’s the matter?” he taunts, his voice a wild rasp in your ear. “Can’t take anymore? Am I too much for you?”

You don’t trust yourself to reply, already seconds away from another shuddering release. All it takes is the feeling of him swelling and the heat of his cum to reduce you to a gasping mess again. This time, a thin line of drool escapes your lips. Delighted, Tomura snags his hand in your hair, tugging until you’re hovering over him. Gluttonously, he laps at your lips, sucking until you’re not sure who’s making the bigger slob of themselves.

When he’s finished, he rolls you off of him, splaying you out on the bed. As the world falls back into focus, you catch sight of him, leering over you, his white hair cascading around the two of you.

“I don’t think I’m done yet,” he grins, one hand cupping under your jaw. “Besides, you could have given me this weeks ago. I think you owe me a few back payments. Don’t cha’ think?”

notes: ahaha. this is basically a full fledged fic. whoops.

did i have anyone wondering if i was gonna pick Tomura or Dabi?

#asks #answered asks #pal muses #on why she can't write small #it's not hard #except when it is #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha smut #drabble #kinda?#i refuse to do a word count

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phoebe-delia · 3 years

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One word writing prompt: Dreams. Do with it what you will, no rating is too high. You’re lovely, by the way!

Oh my gosh!! Thank you so much, kind nonnie!! Interestingly, I thought of a few things, including the song by Fleetwood Mac called "Dreams," so I'm going with that as a little inspiration. I know this is a bit short, but still, I offer you this bit of domestic fluff. Hope you enjoy!!

"Oh thunder only happens when it's raining/Players only love you when they're playin/They say women, they will come and they will go/When the rain washes you clean you'll know/you'll know"

Draco walked into the kitchen to find Harry, an apron tied around his waist, swaying with his back turned to Draco as he cooked in the kitchen. Harry sang along, slightly off-key, with the record as it played on the turntable. The kitchen smelled divine, like roast chicken cooking in the oven.

"It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams/And have you any dreams you'd like to sell?"

Draco smirked. Raising his hands to initiate a slow round of applause. "Beautiful, Celestia, just beautiful."

Harry jumped, dropping his knife on the cutting board and not, thankfully, any of his appendages. He turned to face Draco with a sheepish smile.

"Looking through Sirius's old records again?" Draco approached Harry and gave him a quick kiss.

Harry nodded. "I found this album and I've been listening to it all day."

"I know you miss him."

"I do, a lot. But it's nice to live here, you know. It's a little connection to him, other than seeing him in my dreams." Harry's voice was quiet, but still steady.

Draco nodded. "He was so proud of you. They all were. I certainly am." He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer.

Harry gave him a small smile. "Thank you, love. Now, let me go, I'm just going to finish dinner. Set the table, would you?"

Draco let him go reluctantly and instead busied himself with laying the silverware and placemats on the kitchen table. When he finished, he sat and watched Harry continue to sway to the melody. Harry always looked so content in their kitchen. With the gentle lights glowing around him and the soothing sound of his humming along with the soft music, Harry looked as peaceful as Draco'd ever seen him. He remembered not for the first time how glad he was he'd said 'yes' when Harry asked him to move in together.

Harry brought him out of his daze by placing a plate in front of him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before he bent back up, walking away to retrieve his own dinner and turn the music down to a lower volume.

Harry sat and they were both silent for a moment as they tucked into the food. The chicken and vegetables were delicious, roasted and season to perfection.

"So, is this how you want to spend your days now that you've finally quit the Aurors?" Draco said as he cut into a piece of roasted eggplant.

"Maybe," Harry said with a shrug. "That alright with you?"

Draco smiled, taking Harry's hand in his from across the table. "I want you to follow your dreams--whether that means you're a Hogwarts professor or a candlestick maker or a stay-at-home father--or you finally do end up training for the ballet."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, that's likely."

Draco hummed. "I was rather hoping for the ballet one. I've always thought you'd look rather fetching in tights."

"In your dreams, Malfoy," Harry laughed. "In your dreams."

#drarry #draco and harry #fluff #draco malfoy #harry potter art #prompt fill #prompt request #prompt answer #phoebedelia

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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The Perfect timing (Don Giorno x reader)

Thank you to the sweet nonnie that requested such a cute scenario. I had too much fun thinking about this. I hope you enjoy reading it as well.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1k

“So I’ll come around to pick you up at one? We can have a nice relaxed afternoon at my place and head to dinner after that?” Giorno sounded excited as he proposed his plans for your day together, and you couldn’t think of anything more to add to that to make it better.

“That sounds perfect Giogio, it gives me enough time to make myself look presentable,”

“Please, you don’t even have to try amore… I’ll see you later then?”

“I can’t wait, see you then my love” you ended the call with a dreamy sigh and hoisted yourself off the bed eager to pick out your outfit and get yourself ready for the day. It’s been a few months since you started dating the handsome Don of Passione, and your relationship with him has been one of the best adventures of your life… granted, his occupation was unique and it did take him away from you for extended periods of time, but Giorno had this magical way of making you feel so loved and appreciated even while he was away, that you didn’t have time to feel neglected. And when he did get to spend time with you… he made sure the memories of your dates would be everlasting.

You had spent the better part of the morning getting your chores done and getting ready, a smile plastered on your face as you thought about finally seeing Giorno after so long. A sharp knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts, which you ran to answer, expecting to see your handsome boyfriend on the other side, however, you were greeted by your aunt holding on to your little cousin with a flustered look on her face.

“(Y/n)! Thank goodness you’re still home, I need your help, just for a couple of hours,” she said in a rushed voice breezing past you as you gestured for her to come in. “Could you please watch Enzo for me, just for a couple of hours, I need to quickly dash to work and back,” she continued.

Looking at your watch, you noticed that Giorno was set to arrive in 30 minutes, however you couldn’t refuse the pleading look in her eyes and agreed to watch him. You’d just ask him to come over once your aunt had finished running her errand, it was only a short amount of time. Taking the toddler off her hands you saw her out with her profusely thanking and apologizing to you.

Laughing to yourself you closed the door and got the tot settled in, switching on some cartoons for him to watch while you texted Giorno to tell him of your delay.

No sooner has you put your phone away did it ring, with Giorno on the other end of the line.

“Oh Giogio, I just messaged you-”

“It’s okay tesoro, I saw, I’ve already left though, I just wanted to ask what kinds of things does your cousin like? Cars? Dinosaurs? Farm animals?”

“You don’t have you get him anything Giogio, I’m just watching him for a couple hours, it’s fine,”

“I guess I’ll just have to get everything then-”

“Dinosaurs! Gosh you’re awful you know that?”

“I’d like to think it’s being resourceful but okay, I’ll accept that, see you in a few minutes,” you could hear Giorno’s laugh just before he could end the call and smiled to yourself at how annoying yet thoughtful he could be. As promised, he showed up a short while later bearing flowers for you and a small velociraptor for Enzo.

As soon as you answered the door you leapt into his arms, relishing the warmth of his embrace. With affectionate greetings and affirmations of how much you both missed each other out of the way, you introduced Giorno to your little cousin, who was playing by himself with a toy telephone.

It was adorable watching Giorno awkwardly interacting with Enzo, whose attention kept shifting between the cartoons to his toys to Giorno’s hair, which needed to be let loose after the toddler had unraveled one of his meticulously done curls. Your small giggles hadn’t gone unnoticed though.

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” called out a mildly annoyed Giorno who was watching the little troublemaker while you quickly made him a bottle.

“I’m sorry, I just think it’s cute… here, I’ll take over, you can go fix your hair, my aunt should be here in a few minutes anyway,” Giorno excused himself and went towards your room to see how he could redo his hair while you made sure Enzo had safely had his bottle, noticing his drooping eyelids, you rubbed his back and within a few minutes he had fallen asleep.

“(Y/n), I hope you don’t mind… oh sorry, ” his voice changed to a whisper when he noticed you motioning to the sleeping child. You texted you aunt to let her know not to ring the doorbell when arrived so as not to disturb him. Giorno had taken the seat next to you and smiled lovingly at you both. He knew that the time was still far away, and that this relationship was still somewhat new, but he felt happy that he could love someone as kind and who was as good with children as you were. The sight of the affection painted on your face as you watched over the little boy made his heart flutter, awakening a newfound affection for this new side of you.

Before long your aunt came to collect her little scamp and you and Giorno were left alone.

“You’re surprisingly good with children Giogio, he seemed to have taken to you quite quickly. Your hair looks good all down like that by the way,”

Managing to catch him just in time to catch a feint pink dusting his cheeks at your compliment, you gathered your things readying yourself to leave.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself my love, at least we know we won’t be clueless when our time comes… Shall we leave tesoro?” he asked with a smile caressing your cheek with a gentle hand. When our time comes… the words played over in your head and suddenly it was your turn to blush furiously.

“Uhm… yes, let’s go,” stammering awkwardly you interlaced your fingers in his and left for whatever magical date he had planned… although you were certain it couldn’t top the feelings he invoked by those four simple words… when our time comes…

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bakatenshii · 2 years

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hellaur it's the csm nonnie i just finished csm and it's so cool, i'm doing fine as well hehehe, i went into csm without knowing any background and honestly i misunderstood the plot big time because i wanted to read csm because of the chainsaw dog and i thought they're all chainsaws, and there is a much better chainsaw and they all fight.

i was shocked two chapters in because the character which made me want to read csm died? and like i was conflicted on whether or not i should continue, obviously i did.

my favorite characters are kishibe and quanxi, also the takoyaki guy who reminds me of tamaki (bnha). i didn't think half of the characters would die right away because there are some really good demons/hybrid/fiends that i was expecting to have a bigger role especially one of quanxi's girlfriends the halloween one, (cosmo)

as for makima i didn't know she was the antagonist because i truly thought it was gun and when she was revealed it felt like a big joke, because wtf she's good at it, like i was fooled. and she's a good antagonist, and she basically manipulated half the demons in the area.

but i feel like she's just like denji, but more experienced because how did they let her have such a high position knowing that her powers are like that, and it also begs for other questions because it feels like she manipulated everyone

everything that happened was premeditated by her, to work in her favor and she manipulated everyone, also in her conversation with kishibe when she said she remembers things they don't know about like other devils that have existed long gone, does that mean she's old asf?

i do agree that her reasons are shallow because what prompted her to do those things (minus being a fan) like is that her true reason? does she know more? and yes reze is so much better

also the angel devil, i feel like he's still working with makima (willingly) but he has grown closer to aki. everyone is suspicious right now, i feel like they're all controlled by makima.

so far, i'm planning to reread some chapters and check some stuff i may have missed but i'm very excited for the second part because oh my gosh, also the power of the devil depends on how the item/object is feared and if people know the csm is the hero then he is no longer feared, does that mean his power will lessen(?)

and another thing is how cool are the devils in csm, like i wouldn't have thought that the plot would be like that because (like i said i thought they were all chainsaws kdjfhdS) but it really gives a nice way to introduce more characters, also i want to know how big the organization is.

because there are many devils out there and i'm sure some devils will come back, honestly i don;t know if this is understandable like i'm just rambling hehehehe half of these might not be coherent but!!! either way thank you for your response it's so cool to read vv long

also another question is what devil would you like to see in csm?

ahh NO THANK YOU FOR THIS RESPONSE! i think one of the best parts of reading manga (esp ones like csm) is the theories and analysis and deepdive into the lore, so I’m so glad you’re here to scream about it with!!

I do think the killing of characters was done super offhandedly but I also read that it was specifically done like that to prove the fickleness of human life and how fragile it is? humans die in an instant, at any time, and if I think about it like that then I do think the manga portrayed that super well.

I wish we got to see more of Kishibe!! and I also wish we got more Kishibe Quanxi backstory? because they clearly go all the way back. Hopefully we see more of Kishibe and Yoshida in the next part bcos god knows theyre the only ones left still alive HAAHAHAHA

The gun devil reveal was so anticlimactic for me, but at the same time I was almost relieved that we didn’t have a whole War Against Gun sequence because for some reason, a generic flashy shounen-style Boss Fight feels cheap to be included in csm? IDK IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE, I COULD BE CHATTING ABSO SHITE OAKAOAK I just think with how deep the lore is and all the conflicting questioning morals (esp with the whole fear strengthens the devil aspect), having one Big Boss feels... like a cop-out? it just doesnt suit it imo, and I’m glad they went the route they did. I just wish they did moreee especially w Makima, shes deffo very old and she mentioned csm killing her 26 times already, I just. I just want more lore more explanation more expansion?? WHICH I GUESS WE’LL GET IN PT2

omg i would die if angel devils still alive and has bodily autonomy (ie not under makimas control) because he is my abso fav character and i need MOOOREEE screams && I’m excited to see Power hopefully come back next pt, and i keeeep thinking this, I know theres a future devil but I’d love a time devil. one that can manipulate time would be so sick, and I imagine what with the fear factor, time devil would be quite powerful as well bcos everyone’s scared of the passing of time ya know?

#urusai! baka #csm spoilers #csm #side note i also read csm for pochita #i like literallt was so excited to meet pochita #AND THEN THEY NUKED HIM IN OAIAOAO THE FIRST 2 CHAPS #MY POOR BUB #AT THE END WHEN HE SAID I JUST WANTED TO BE HUGGED BCOS EVERYONE FOUND HIM SO SCARY I SOBBED #I LOVE U AO MUCH MY LIL BABY I WILL GIV EU THE WORLD???#HAVE FUN ON UR REREAD!!#oh i totally glossed over ur denji makima skmilarities point hold on #i think id find her more interesting as a character +villain if they just gave us more parallels between her and denji or maybe her backstor #or just anything honestly?#i see what people r saying when they draw parallels i just dont personallg SEE it in the manga if thag makes sense #I THINK THE WHOLE BIG ORGANIZATION THINS IS SUPER INTERESTING AS WELL #u know when we were sent to that other dimension (i think hell??) and there were devils fhat we couldnt even begin to grasp or understand #id love to aee how they play into it? itd ve super cool and i feel like with the whole #set up to revive power and recreate power #we might get to see how the whole dying process goes and how theyre revived and what the whole syatem us #ALSO. Also also ALSO I WAS TALKING TO MY FRIEND LENNIE ABOUT THIA AND SHE BROUGHT UP THE FACT THAT #THEY MENTIONED ALL THE DEVILS HEARING CHAINSAWS BEFORE THEY DIED. I NEED AN EXPLANATION.#ID IT BCOS CHAINSAW DELETES THE EXUSTENCE OF DEVILS HE EATS THEREFORE HE HAS POWER OVER LIFE N DEATH TO SOME EXTENT #SO MANY QUESTIONS ITS SO INTERESTING #thank you for listening to me ramble!!!

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aceofwhump · 2 years

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As a fan of critical role since 2016 I’m so happy you’re enjoying vox machina! It’s been a dream to see this animated series become a real thing and it seriously means a lot to see non CR fans loving it 😭😭😭 esp in the whump community

Oh my gosh I am enjoying it so much!!! I just finished all 6 episodes last night and I'm obsessed!! I love all the characters and the art style is so nice to look at and the dialogue is hilarious and there is so much of it that just feels like a DnD campaign and I love that. I like that I can watch it without knowing anything from the Critical Role campaign at all too but I can also tell there's A LOT made for the CR fans. So it's really nice knowing that it works for both groups.

I'm currently obsessed with both Vax'ildean and Percy. Normally I latch onto just one character but my heart grabbed them both. I love both of their aesthetic and personalities so much. I can't wait to learn more about them both (I have a feeling Vax's story doesn't end happily does it. Don't tell me though. Just the feeling I'm getting from the tag reactions. I love him already though so I'm gonna just go ahead and prepare myself for pain lol). Plus they whump SO GOOD! I definitely have some gifs to make lol.

I'm so glad for you nonny! I'm so glad you're enjoying something you've waited so long for and that it's what you've wanted! I'm excited to join the fandom and learn more about everything!

#mod replies #ask #anon #vox machina #the legend of vox machina

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lululawrence · 4 years

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Can you recomend any kidfic’s? Particularly where one of them already has a child! Thank you!

hello my dear nonnie! you know what’s funny about kid fic like this? i don’t usually seek them out, but i’m not against them either, and i’m so glad because i’ve read some really amazing ones. since you didn’t specify pairing, i hope you don’t mind but i’m including other pairings here too (mostly because some of my very favorite kid fics ever were actually tomlinshaw hehe).

so here we go! these are some fics i’ve loved where one of the protagonists has a kid :D hopefully there’s some on here you’ve not read before and you find some new fics to love!

as always, please show your thanks to the authors with kudos and nice comments!

come on over, we've got something to share by @jaerie - A/B/O fic featuring omega harry and alpha louis. they’re neighbors and both have kids, and it’s so hot but it’s also got such a lovely deeper layer to it as well. i love this fic very much a lot!

Down From the North by @chelsea-frew - this is SUCH a lovely christmas fic! harry and louis have been dating for long enough that louis is ready to introduce harry to his daughter, but when they’re introduced it turns out his daughter has already met harry. it’s just SOOOO cute the way it all unrolls. hehe

try to not remember (rather than forget) by @hereforlou - ANGST TRAIN! established relationship fic where harry has been in a coma for YEARS. ACTUAL. YEARS. so when he wakes up there’s a lot of catching up to do.............. including meeting their child. TEARS MY FRIENDS. this fic was incredible. so anyway. get ready for pain, but you’ll like it ;)

He Was a Different League (When I Was Nothing Much) by @afangirlfantasy - i just really love crying over kid fics, okay? lollllll this one is one of those where they knew each other when they were younger, lost touch, and then reconnect when they’re older, right? but add in marcel and single father louis and oh gosh. so many tears. like when i reread my comment i kinda laughed, because apparently i ran out of tissues and made my poor husband get me a new box so i could keep reading and crying lollllll so anyway. a great fic, highly recommend, once again get ready for pain. lol

Eye of the Zebra by @sadaveniren - lmaoooo listen, this fic was written for @wordplayfics and the prompt was zebra, and then sada went and found a hilarious tumblr post to base the fic off of and i about died. this fic is actually from the pov of the child, and it’s GREAT. 100% recommend. lol

Liminal by @thousandbelow - okay listen. if you have never read anything by kodi, you’re missing out. she has such a way of creating a very specific feel and atmosphere to her fics. truly, it’s a gift, and this fic throws you entirely into louis’ world. it’s incredible and the story is amazing and hard to read in some ways and it’s just. wonderful.

Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren - SINGLE FATHER AND SECRET OMEGA HARRY!!! during his very first heat he was mated by an alpha who wasn’t there when he came to and he had twins. THE WORLD BUILDING! THE LIFE HE BUILT FOR HIMSELF! THE WAY HE MEETS LOUIS AND THINGS COME TOGETHER!!!!!! gahhhhhhhh and listen, these kids are SO REAL. i love it.

happiness hits like a train on a track by leighbot - tomlinshaw fic! tbh i went to scan the fic to be sure i was thinking of the right fic and then accidentally spent 20 minutes reading and had to cut myself off so i could finish this lmaooooo SO ANYWAY single father louis moves in next door to liam and harry, who do as many happy couples do and try setting louis up on dates so he can find his happily ever after like they have lmaooooo it clearyl doesn’t work, but then one night his daughter gets sick and duh duh duhhh! doctor nick to the rescue! the humor, the banter, the rhythm of this fic is all incredible and obvs sucks you in lol i love it

Come and Get Your Love by @rsadelle - another tomlinshaw! this is a five times fic and both nick and louis are fathers and it’s so wonderful. the fic revolves around them taking their kids to each other’s houses for play dates and such, but there’s also little interludes and there’s history you want to learn and you slowly put things together and i just... oh gosh i loved the feel of this fic so much. every single character in this made me wanna be part of their friend group lol

i've a feeling it's time to try (love it if we made it) by serenityandtea - I LOOOOOVE THIS FIC SO VERY MUCH SO SO SO MUCH SO VERY INCREDIBLY MUUUUUCH. i just... deep breaths. yeah. okay. tomlinshaw! yoga instructor and single parent louis! nick basically stumbles into a class of louis’ and of course has to go back. lol it’s famous/non-famous, there’s so much DEPTH to SO MANY PEOPLE IN THIS. i just. fuck. i love it in a lot of different ways and it is truly one of my very favorite kid fics EVER.

Things There Might Be Pictures Of series by @andyouknowitis - established relationship, featuring george shelley as harry and louis’ kid! listen, lj has the most amazing writing, they build these incredible worlds for us and the detail, the intricacies involved in this series! it’s just mindblowing. gorgeous. wonderful. there’s such truth in the snippets we are able to have here, and i love them.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene by @allwaswell16 - i STILL giggle when i think of this fic and i read it almost three years ago now, okay? this one sticks with you. it is short and sweet and just a total nightmare for a parent, but also such fun lololol you just really have to read it if you haven’t cause it’s a gem

Home for Christmas by @haloeverlasting - HALLMARK CHRISTMAS AU KID FIC! truly it’s amazing. harry didn’t think he wanted kids but then he wakes up! and he’s got a husband and kids! hahaha oh gosh this fic has such feeling and i legit have built it up so much in my mind that i truly thought it had so many more hits than it does?? how?? does it not have more love? anyway. i love this fic very much, it is so soft and lovely and i adore.

Packed Lunches, Sticky Fingers and Accidental Levitation by @londonfoginacup - this fic made me cry... but not because it’s sad? lollll okay so it’s witch harry who has an entire house full of kids and all the chaos that brings. he does it all himself and is not doing a great job at staying on top of everything. he really needs help, and fae zayn finally makes a decision for him and sends louis. and listen. louis does so much for harry that i as a parent who have felt very much the same way that harry did, i cried. lollll but anyway, it is such a lovely and soft and beautiful fic AND THE SEQUEL!!!! IS SO GOOD!!!! so anyway. an absolute fav of mine, right here, and that’s saying something cause emmu is one of my fav writers.

Took Me by Surprise by @becomeawendybird - listen. famous/famous, secret relationship kid fic? you hear what i’m saying?? louis was making a name for himself in the world of MLS when he got injured so he’s now a big name commentator and he has this sassy daughter who is in love with singer harry styles, so naturally things happen, right? gosh I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH. i’m just sitting here remembering everything i love about it, and i can’t name it all, so please read it.

#i have more i could rec #but i'm cutting myself off here cause it's long enough tbh #lol #my fic rec #fic rec #kid fic rec #Anonymous #asks #mine

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sapphicnymphie · 3 years

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Your nonnies and you are so cute 😭😭 I love the different dynamics that are happening oh my gosh.

You and your 🎃 have this ‘teasing’ relationship which i think is so cute

You and your 🖤 have a flirtatious and almost innocent relationship

You and 🧸 have such a sweet and balanced dynamic and it makes my heart soar

You and ‘bucks doll’ have what seems like a familiar bond which is so dang adorable

You’re such a nice person Ellen, to be doing this and making so many people feel loved and wanted ❤️❤️❤️

oh my goodness thank you nonnie 🥺 you are so sweet!

i agree, we all have different dynamics and thats what makes it so fun! i don’t think they know this, but what i give, i’m so happy to be getting in return. they do the same exact thing for me: make me feel wanted and loved and cared for.

@ all my nonnies, this is for u 💗

#୨୧ voicemail received ୨୧ #🎃#🖤#🧸#my grace 🥺

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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do you think bucky ever plays up the “innocent” persona from when they first started dating just to make steve work for it?? like things are getting ~steamy~ and steve’s abt to put it in and bucky asks him why he’s not wearing a condom and steve is like “???” and bucky swoops in with the “daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before” and steve catches on real quick

Chaos, chaotic panic, my mind oh my gosh oh my gosh okay.

I took this in a direction that might need some sort of headsup? It’s a roleplay but Steve is actively trying to convince Bucky to let him not use a condom? We know them now and how well-established they are, but it probably requires a headsup. So, if that bothers you please do not continue to read passed this point!

Okay! 😈 This is going to read half like a story and half like a normal Ask response lmao. Bc chaos, nonnie CHAOS.

It’s a super vanilla sex before bed kind of night. TV on, Steve had been reading, and one thing led to another after Bucky leaned over and gave Steve a kiss that had him letting out a Curious Daddy Noise. Super normal weeknight foreplay: kisses that are soft, touches that are intentional, there’s not technically a rush but they’re ready for bed so let’s get a move-on, yeah? Bucky rolls to his side, arches his back and widens his legs like the good boy he is as Steve slicks himself up. It’s right when Steve saddles up, lines himself up and is about to press in, when Bucky makes a soft noise.

“Are you not…are you not wearing a condom?”

Steve almost laughs right in Bucky’s ear but his everything does stutter to a stop, a bit alarmed.

“What? Why…what?”

Bucky twists in Daddy’s grip, turns his head to look up at Steve and there’s something about his demeaner that knocks the wind right out of Steve’s chest but then—

“Daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before.”

Bucky’s voice is so gentle, so sweet, so feminine-like, that Steve’s dick genuinely jumps in his grip. Bucky’s looking up at him like he’s hesitant, like he’s innocent, like…

Like he’s never done this before.

It clicks after a few seconds. Steve doesn’t know how he made the connection—the way Bucky’s eyebrows come together, the breathiness of his voice, his wide-eyed gaze—but Steve is purring a bit, a noise that sounds faintly like a question mark, taking that leap.

“You don’t want me bare, sugar?”

Steve is almost certain Bucky blushes.

“I…I don’t know. W-we’ve never done that,” he repeats as if he’s trying to remind himself that Steve hasn’t been inside of him, skin on skin, that the times they have had sex Steve has been wrapped up. As if he’s trying to fulfill a role. He knows he is officially picking up what Bucky has laid down for him, a small little role-play offering, this little surprise, and he lets his cock fall from his hand, lets it rest all nestled there between Bucky’s cheeks as he leans half-over Bucky. The arm under Bucky’s neck flexes, pulls him in tight, mouth at his ear.

And he whimpers.

Bucky almost faints right there in his Daddy’s arms can you even imagine. Bucky thinking he’s being the hottest of shit, is gonna surprise his Daddy with a bit of bedroom fun, but then Daddy flips it on him within seconds? How infuriating. Bucky doesn’t crumble entirely though, still wants to play.

“Y-you want that? We’ve…we’ve just never done that…”

Steve’s hips start to roll a bit, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it, just wants some sort of friction for his cock. It is incredibly distracting for Bucky. He had naturally assumed Daddy would take this opportunity and use it to talk about all the reasons Bucky would want Steve to slide in without a condom. He doesn’t expect Steve to tuck him in close and begin to beg for it.

“Oh, honey a’course I want that, fuck. You don’t? Can’t even fucking imagine what you feel like on the inside.”

“I…oh but is it—”

“There’s no better way for Daddy to claim his boy, is there? Wanna be the best Daddy for you, Buck, the best.”

Bucky would no doubt be gasping, no doubt be achy, but hearing Steve’s voice turn a bit frantic in a way that he makes Bucky’s sound all the time has his world completely upside down. Daddy’s beard would be rubbing against the sensitive skin of Bucky’s neck as he pressed kisses into it with little choked-off noises. The arm not trapped between his body and the mattress would reach back to feel and grope at Steve’s naked hip, dig into his ass a bit.

“Bet you’re even warmer without a rubber fuck, baby. Bet you’d make my dick nice and wet, god Daddy wants that, sugar Daddy wants you to make his cock feel so good.” Steve’s lips move against Bucky’s skin as he talks, pleads, ends his groveling with a bitten off noise as he mouths at Bucky’s ear. He’s so easy for this man. Bucky stood no chance but he’s going to make Daddy work for his little come-virgin pussy.

“I…will it feel different? Will it hurt?”

Steve moans, (because innocent Buck is doing things to him, fuck) sucks on Bucky’s jaw before answering, shaking his head vehemently.

“Uh-uh no, sugar it’ll feel even better—” Bucky lets out a hot curious noise because how in the hell could it feel better? — “So much better, oh. Let Daddy in, Buck. Please, let Daddy in.” His hand is on Bucky’s ass cheek now, is pushing at it, spreading him open, and when they both feel Steve line himself up, the press of his cock, they both whimper. Bucky has never experienced a desperate Daddy in such a way, feels like he can’t catch his breath but listens to Steve’s own shaky ones. He thinks he has reached another plane of existence, another level up, but then—

“Just the tip, Buck. Come on, let Daddy show you.”

Y’all. Steve Rogers begging to let him stick just the tip of his dick inside of Bucky might literally end Bucky Barnes. His tummy turns, he moans, spreads his legs just a tiny bit, head going foggy at feeling Steve’s cock between his legs, Steve’s hand on his own dick.

“Yeah, yeah okay but…just a little bit, Daddy m’nervous.”

“Oh, baby thank you, oh I’ll always take care’a you, mhmm,” Steve breathes out in a rush, pressing in in in—

It would literally feel like the two of them were fucking for the first time. They’re entirely caught up in a rapid role-play, completely immersed in their tiny noises, how close they are, how much they’re holding back. It would be a messy position, especially after Bucky shouts and throws his arm up and around Steve’s neck, effectively shoving himself half on top of Steve, legs splayed and spread over Steve’s waist. Steve’s got his hand still on his cock, gripping it and ensuring it doesn’t slip in passed the tip.

“Daddy…Daddy oh it does…does feel different, so different.”

“Yeah mhmm, feels good doesn’t it, Buck? Can really feel how hungry you are now, goddamn.”

And this is the image that was conjured up in my mind as soon as I read this Ask—Bucky holding onto his Daddy on his side, leg and arm slung around Steve, mouths just pressed together in encouragement, and Steve fucking the tip of his cock in and out of Bucky’s ass. His hand would be there to make sure it genuinely is just the tip. Bucky’s noises would be surprised petite ones, eyes wide and mouth open. Steve’s eyebrows would be knit together, panting and Daddy whimpering into Bucky’s open mouth.

What an image.

“More?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Bucky would whimper into Steve’s temple, both looking down the line of Bucky’s body. “Be gentle, Daddy.”

It absolutely is the most time they’ve taken to fuck, the most chaotic they have felt as they do so. A lot of noises pushed out beyond their control, a lot of scrambling, a lot of messy kisses. Steve’s hands on Bucky’s tummy, his arm slung around Bucky’s waist as he controls movements, Bucky’s arm tightening back around Daddy’s neck, startled curious noises that make Steve want to scream pressed into Steve’s temple.

Steve just keeps asking if more is okay, if Bucky’s ready, until they reach the point where Daddy doesn’t need to ask anymore, fully seated and rolling his hips in deep movements. It isn’t rushed either—it’s slow and messy.

“See, honey? Oh, s’Daddy feel good in that tight little ass? You feel so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ perfect, Buck. So perfect for Daddy. God, I can hear that cock fuckin’ you. Can you hear how messy you are? Gonna make you so messy…”

And Bucky is very much so immersed in this role, drawing from himself at the beginning of their relationship and also pulling from a different side of himself entirely. His noises have been different, have been whinier and amazed, a bit more feminine, has heard Steve’s uncensored curses at Bucky’s choices. He’s following through until the end.

“Daddy! Oh, you’re gonna come inside’a my p-pussy? S’gonna be so m-messy! I don’t…oh I don’t know, Daddy.”

BUT THEN! Then! Steve downright sounds like he’s weeping as he begs Bucky to let him come inside of him! Y’all Bucky’s neck would just drop back onto the pillows, onto Steve’s shoulder idc! Steve’s hips are harsh then, dig in and press up, has such a tight hold onto Bucky, one hell of a grip.

“Buck, Bucky baby please please, sugar lemme fill you up. Lemme fuck this pussy full, lemme mark you from the inside, let Daddy do that, baby please.”

Bucky’s hand is on his own dick, flying over it with a tight fist, gasping and whining, “Want that, Daddy want that so much! Wanna be messy with you, oh want Daddy to make me all wet inside, please please please—”

It has been a long long time since they’ve come with such a force, so uninhibited, so damn near violent. Steve makes an inadvertent show of filling Bucky up, pumps his hips through his orgasm, runs his fingers through Bucky’s sticky chest and maybe wraps a hand around the front of Bucky’s throat. They are completely and entirely swept away in something that should have just been almost routine.

Steve is flabbergasted, Bucky is pleased beyond belief, and they both promise each other that they’re most definitely going to discuss what the fuck just happened in the morning because holy shit how it is 11:30 PM and it’s a Wednesday.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous, Buck,” is what Steve mumbles sleepily into the top of Bucky’s head as he kisses it, both clean and snuggled under the covers. Bucky is barely awake and only responds with, “S’your fault,” and he’s got Steve there.

Nonnie, you done fucked me up thinking about bitty Buck lookin’ up at his Daddy with that bottom lip, breathing out, “you’re gonna fuck this pussy bare, Daddy?” like they’ve never done it before. I’m going to hell. This one is sticking with me until the end of time. I need more of this roleplay in my life. Should I find a church service and attend? Is it too late today? RIP, time of death 1:47 PM.

#askK

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