#( i handle my tears like a champ )

[princessbrunette]

john b was big. you knew it, he definitely knew it.

that never stopped you from trying to please him though. you were an inexperienced thing when the two of you first met, john b still thinking back on the first time you’d asked to go down on him. it was an affair of shy licks, doe eyes, the constant question of “am i doing it right?” followed by the demure command of “please show me how.” the whole idea was ditched pretty quickly, the lover boy hating the idea of putting any kind of uncomfortable strain on you.

you knew your way around the sack a little better now, could take his dick inside you like a champ even though the stretch was still prevalent and it left you bulging each and every time. however, sucking him off still often proved more difficult — your throat apparently just not cut out for it. you were frustrated, because john b was so good at eating pussy, it didn’t seem fair to not return the treatment to the same level of ability.

he can sense this frustration as your brow creases into a frown, dribbling furiously down his aching red tip until your mouth was drawing blanks, trying to lubricate him enough to help the process. he’s smiling softly at you like you were picking flowers or something totally innocent, a distant loved up look in his eye as he cups your face, coarse thumb stroking repeatedly across your cheek and temple to soothe you.

you try him again, taking him into your mouth and beginning to jerk off what you couldn’t reach. you bob your head and he hums, low and raspy in his chest. “good job, pup.” he praises, and something about it makes you stir. your boyfriend genuinely meant it — you were doing a good job, seeing you work to please him made him feel amazing as did your slick mouth and skilled hands… but you wanted to do better than that.

taking a deep breath through your nostrils, you clench one wet fist in your lap as you force yourself down on his length as far as you can handle. “e—easy… baby.” his brows jump higher as he sits up just a little, hands hovering over your head as you hold yourself down. you gag, hard and come back up — sucking in a loud shaky breath. “hey, okay, just go easy sweetheart. remember?” he comforts and you push his hands away, going back down and forcing him into your throat before you’d even fully recovered.

he winces, because yeah — the way your throat tightens around him with each wet gag does feel good. although, he was far too focused on your wellbeing to fully immerse himself. he says your name once, almost in warning before you feel bile rising and you pull off him quickly, aggressively coughing and spluttering. your throat, nostrils and eyes burn and you burst into tears — mad at yourself. he drops everything to scoot forward quickly, going to comfort you. your instinct is to shove away his hands in a slight panic.

“—no—” you gag.

“heyheyheyhey — nonono, sweetheart. breathe with me, yeah? in… and out… just like that puppy c’mon, show me those breathing techniques. remember the ones we did when you got upset? in… good girl…” he finishes silently with an exhale for you to copy and you try, but you’re still sniffling and choking.

“i’m terrible. i’m terrible at this.” you mewl and he shakes his head, cradling you where you kneel.

“who told you that, hm? my sweet girl just pushed herself too hard. thaaaats okay. we live and we learn, don’t we?” he hums in that low timbre that comforts you and you feel yourself calm slightly, your boyfriend swiping away at your tears, snot and saliva. “you don’t need to do all that, pup. you make me feel plenty good. it’s not worth… hurting yourself.” his forehead creases as he stressed this information to you, cupping your cheeks to get you to look at him, ensuring you understood.

you swallow, and make a screwed up face of discomfort at the ache in your throat from practically lodging him down there, possibly bruising your inside. your hand reaches up to touch your neck and his eyes follow.

“is that hurting?” he mutters in questioning and you nod, feeling a little bad for making such a fuss.

“wow, i really should have stopped you sooner. poor girl, huh.” he sighs, gently moving your hand aside to softly massage your throat with his fingers before bringing his lips to your forehead. “yeah i’m sorry the size of me is so…unmanageable… it’s uh— definitely not ideal.” he awkwardly apologises.

“s’not your fault, john b.” you whisper, hating that he blames himself.

“yeah, i know but… yeah.” he dismisses, tucking himself away to pull you up onto his lap. he knows you’ll wanna continue on with having your fun together soon, but for now he needed you to be grounded and feel safe.

#john b prompt #puppy!reader

[yanderestarangel]

TW: mention dysphoria, v!sex, overstimulation, praise, ftm reader, smut.

Just thinking about Bi Han helping his boyfriend, after he said he was dysphoric.

You were sad and horny, extremely needy, thinking about the grandmaster's muscles as you masturbated in the shower - sticking two fingers inside your pussy thinking about the length of his cock filling you to the base - with still hot tears running down your cheek.

He had been on call with you for hours on end, to help you feel better and promised to return home as quickly as possible just to keep you company. However, you didn't even notice the presence of your boyfriend arriving in the bathroom stall, smiling dominantly as he easily trapped you with his cold arms, placing you against his body.

His blue clothes were now soaked with water from the shower, but he didn't even care about that, whispering his cold breath in your ear as he brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it hard, to the point that you squirmed and whine.

"-You know dear... I know you're insecure when you get dysphoria. But damn, the only thing I see in front of me is a fucking beautiful man." he grunted against your skin, watching you squirm from the deliciously painful massage that his thick fingers applied copiously to your wetness.

He lifted you against the wall of the room, placing you with your legs wrapped around his waist, awkwardly taking off the black pants he was wearing to expose his cock, already thick and dripping with pre-cum from the reddened tip, while he aimed at your aching pussy, sliding his throbbing length up your velvety walls - letting out a satisfied moan looking straight into your eyes, stripping away all the resilient dominance there was love and concern in his soul, he wanted to make sure you were okay, that you saw yourself as he saw you, as the strong man that you were.

"-Look at me boy, look into my eyes, look at how you make me lose control, I love how you're such a beautiful boy as you squeeze that perfect pussy on my dick... Oh fuck- yes, just like that... Take my dick like a champ I know you can handle it."

Bi Han thrusts his dick even deeper, hitting your G-spot in the process, his hands squeezed your hips as he sped up even more, your two voices echoed in the small space of the bathroom, raw and hungry kisses were exchanged between the two of you - with even the older man biting your lower lip in the process in a provocative manner, smiling as he looks down and sees your cunt drooling on his cock spreading your juices all over his crotch.

"-I'm not going to stop fucking you until you admit that you're my handsome man... So you better start screaming my sweet boy, otherwise I'm going to have to fuck all your pretty holes." the cyromancer spoke with conviction, cumming in your pussy, but continuing the relentless rhythm forming a beautiful white halo of his cum at the base of his cock, sliding down his balls - you knew he wouldn't stop until you were a trembling vision and messy, admitting your true worth... It would be a long night.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆.

#yanderestarangel #afab reader #tw smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat fandom #mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mk1 #bi han x reader #bi han imagine #bi han x male reader #bi han x ftm reader #bi han x afab reader #bi han x you #bi han x y/n #bi han smut #sub zero x reader #sub zero x ftm reader #sub zero smut #sub zero x male reader #sub zero mk1 #sub zero x you #bi han #mk1 x male reader #mk1 x ftm reader #mk1 x reader #mk1 fanfic #mk1 smut #ftm reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for slapping my mother in law?

I (27F) am married to my husband Jay (26M) and we recently had our first child Lily.

Well the pregnancy was a very very difficult one. I was throwing up every day for over six months, suffered long bouts of insomnia, developed gestational diabetes, standing up too fast made me incredibly dizzy, my entire body just constantly hurt, Lily kicked me so hard I legit had tears in my eyes (which combined with full body pain was...not pleasant) and to top it all off Lily weighed ELEVEN pounds and I tore really really badly.

Yeah...ow.

I love my daughter to death but never again. Ever.

Anyways after that literal hell of a pregnancy, I've been more or less bedbound for several weeks now while healing from that entire ordeal. Which means Jay has been taking care of pretty much everything, keeping the house clean, making food, taking care of me and Lily, etc. Its a lot I know and I wish I could do more to help but Jay has been insisting that I rest and recover and that he's got this. He's been handling everything like an absolute champ. Honestly if I didnt have him I dont know how I would be doing anything.

Well this morning Jay's parents came to visit and meet their granddaughter. So I was moved to the living room so I could introduce them to Lily and socialize a bit while Jay cooked lunch.

Now Jay's parents are very traditional. They believe that men make the money and that its the woman's job to take care of the house, the cooking, and the children.

You can probably see where this is going.

I introduce Mother in law to Lily and we get to talking. (Father in law went outside to go smoke)

Thats when mother in law asks why Jay is cooking. More importantly why Im NOT cooking. I tell her I physically cant even stand UP without help so how am I supposed to cook.

She only scoffed saying that I was just making excuses. I am very used to her bullshit by now so I just roll my eyes.

Then Lily started crying because she needed a diaper change. Mother in law tells me to go change her diaper. Again I cant even stand up by myself, much less get up to change a diaper.

I call Jay and he happily comes to get our daughter. Mother in law starts yelling, telling Jay no that I should do it because its my job. She grabs Lily and shoves her back into my arms and tells me to get up and go do it.

Jay, my wonderful angel, tried to tell her that I physically couldnt move for weeks and to mind her own damn business.

She then started yelling even more saying that I was making my husband do my job for me, calling me lazy and a slut (What that has anything to do with this? I have no idea) she went off on a complete tangent about how it was a woman's job to take care of the home and the children, that SHE managed just fine and she had five small children, that I was completely emasculating Jay, that I was a disgrace, etc.

She just kept going and going while not letting me and Jay even get a word in. Until eventually she said that my daughter will probably grow up to be a whore like I am.

I think it was a mix of pure exhaustion and hormones because somehow I managed to stand up for a moment and slap her across the face before immediately falling back on the couch.

Jay looked shocked, Mother in law looked livid. (Father in law was just watching from the doorway, equally as shocked.)

Mother in law started full on screaming, calling me every single name in the book until father in law physically dragged her out of the house by her arm.

Now hours later my phone has been blowing up with messages from my brothers and sister in laws, telling me that I was an asshole and that I had no excuse for hitting their mother.

Hell even my friends think I was in the wrong for hitting her (completely ignoring how she was yelling, calling me horrible names, in front of a newborn baby no less.)

So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[juneknight]

A Rock and a Hard Place

kink: double penetration

about this: marc/f!reader/layla. Also includes: strap-ons, anal sex.

*

You feel her every breath where you lay plastered on top of her, your breasts pressed flush against each other. Sometimes she guides your head back and kisses you, sipping deep from your mouth, her hips growing restless. Every shift, every give-and-take also shifts the dildo deep inside your pussy, pressing its warm, smooth surface against the most tender spots of your walls. Marc and Layla had both taken turns fucking you until you were nearly raw, nerves overstimulated and oversensitive. 

“How’s she doing?” Layla murmurs—not to you, but to Marc who is between both your sets of spread legs. 

You whine as his fingers shift inside your ass, stroking the dildo through the thin wall which separates his fingers from Layla’s fake cock. 

“She’s taking it like a fucking champ,” Marc mutters.

Something about them talking about you this way—like you aren’t even here, like you are just some toy to be bent and twisted into whatever shape pleases them most—has your pussy clenching around the cock and Marc’s fingers. He has used an unnecessary amount of lube out of caution. The two of you had played with your ass before; fingers here and there, he rimmed you once, half-inadvertently during a very desperate session of oral sex. 

But never had Marc put his cock there. Not until tonight. You can feel his anticipation in the way his hands shake as they stroke over the curves of your body. Maybe it’s his upbringing or the women he’s dated in the past (except for Layla) but Marc still considers ass-play to be taboo. The first time you had mentioned it to him during sex, he had cum prematurely, face beet red where he buried it between your breasts. 

He’s been looking forward to this night for a while. And there was only really one other way to also include your lover, Layla. 

“Fuuuuck,” you whine, pussy and ass fluttering against your will around them. “So full.”

“I think she can take more, Marc,” Layla says, stroking her hands along your naked back. She laughs a little at the panicked, desperate sound you make in response to her words. With you, Layla was either so tender and soft or downright evil, pushing your boundaries almost to the brink of what you could handle. She loved to kiss and lick the tears from your cheeks. 

“I can’t give her another finger,” Marc mutters. “I’ll split her in half. Think she can take my cock though.”

“I can,” you slur, head fuzzy with desire. It feels hard to think, smoke disguising your thoughts in the burning building of your mind. “Lemme have it, Marc, please—want your cock in my ass—“

It is Marc’s turn to groan. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the bedspread, reaching for fresh lube to slick along his aching cock. Beneath you, Layla ruts her hips upwards once, twice, thrice, loving the little punched out sounds you make, like her cock is fucking the breath right out of you. 

When Marc’s head notches at your loose entrance, there is a moment of panic. It feels too big. Your limbs spasm, arms reaching frantically around Layla, looking for purchase and comfort. She hugs you tightly to her breasts, hushing you gently. With slow, rhythmic movements, she begins to work her hips up into your own, not so much fucking you as she is grinding her cock in you. 

The pleasure has you groaning, relaxing, and Marc’s head slips in without more than a slight push. Both your breaths catch. 

“Oh fuck,” Marc pants, hands gripping your hips to the point of pain. “Oh fuck me, you’re still so tight.”

You don’t breathe. You don’t move. You can’t speak. You can’t even see, your eyes open an sightless as everything narrows down to the two cocks inside you. Marc works his hips into you with soft, slow drags of his cock, and by the time his hips rest again you, you feel full to bursting. You do burst—into tears, sweet and salty that Layla wipes from your cheeks, cooing. 

“Am I hurting you?” Marc chokes out. “Fuck. I’m hurting her. I’m pulling out—” 

“You aren’t hurting her. It’s just a lot, isn’t it baby?” 

You nod frantically. You have never felt this full, this stretched thin, this splayed-open and spread-out. 

“Are you sure?” Marc asks, voice nearly a whine. “I wanna move, honey. Let me move, please.” 

They begin a slow give-and-take, two different rhythms. Layla gives those gentle rocking thrusts up into the cradle of your hips, her hands massaging your hips as she peppers kisses over the crown of your head. Marc works himself in and out of you with more intensity, single-minded purposefulness. 

“Are you going to cum on our cocks?” Layla wonders.

Marc snorts. “She can’t—she needs more than this.” 

“There is nothing more than this,” Layla laughs. “She can do it. She’s our good girl. Clench down on us, baby. Squeeze our cocks.” 

Exhausted, you do as she asks without thought, and the sensation pulls a ragged shout from your throat. Clenching down around them just seems to stimulate you more, to emphasize how full you are. It is so good, so intense that it almost hurts—and you want to do it again and again. So you begin your own rhythm, clenching your cunt and your ass as tightly as you can around them until your overworked muscles relax. Every time you tighten around them, Marc makes a sound like he’s dying. He won’t last—you never expected him to. What you also don’t expect is the feeling rising up deep in your belly, the sweetest ache, sharpening like a burner being turned on high, something inside you coming to boil. 

“Come on,” Layla whispers in your ear. “Drive him crazy.

With the timing, maybe she thinks that it was her command which pushed you over the edge—but that’s hardly true. You couldn’t have held it in for a single more moment if you tried. The ache in your belly bursts, both your holes fluttering around them. You clench so tightly that Marc feels like he can barely withdraw. He pushes in, instead, to the root, and lets your ass milk him until he finds his own pleasure bursting sweetly, filling you with his warm seed.

Minutes later, you lay pressed between them, both your holes aching, your body exhausted and eyelids drooping. 

Marc kisses the nape of your neck. “Fuck, we have to do that again. Holy shit. You were perfect, baby.” 

“I was?” you ask, throat raw, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Perfect,” Layla agrees. Both of them lean in and kiss your cheeks, and you let your eyes close in utter contentment.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly

[milfswriter]

Can I request Daddy Dom Rhea/Submissive Fem!Reader where Reader comes home from a big match that she lost and Rhea comforts her please?

Loss

Rhea Ripley x Reader Summary: You lose your title match against Charlotte, Rhea’s there for you.

Notes and warnings: r’s kinda miserable, comfort, slight daddy kink, not my best writing tbh, mentions of smut, kinda short

(that squishy little face of hers is making wanna pinch her cheeks!!)

You slammed the door of the hotel room shut, throwing your duffel bag across the room. You were livid, to say the least. You knew Charlotte was a bit of a nepo baby, but tonight was too much. The fact that Creative made her retain the title against you at Money in the Bank was too much to handle.

As you turned to face the bed, you saw Rhea giving you a look of understanding as she sat at the edge of the bed. Typically, you'd be punished for throwing a tantrum but Rhea faced the same thing against the same person years ago.

Charlotte didn't need the title, she's a 14-time women's champion and you thought it was enough for her. Rhea did, too. Until Creative told you 20 minutes before your match that you were losing.

Rhea got up, walked over to you and cupped your face "It's okay.." she said, pushing your damp hair from the shower out of your face. You scoffed, shaking you head as you wiped your tears, pulling away from her.

"You know it's not" you whispered yelled, "they fucked me over! why did they have to change everything 20 minutes before?!" you ranted until rhea placed a finger on your lips.

"that's enough.." she husked out, "You did your best, and I'm so proud of you bunny" She kissed your forehead, pulling you into her as her bigger muscular body enveloped yours, inviting the tears back in all over again.

Everything you trained for was for nothing, the happiness you felt that morning as Rhea called you "my little champ" as she fucked the shit out of you even though you hadn't won the title yet was for nothing. You were just another underdog that-

"Stop running that little mind of yours," rhea said, cutting off your thoughts as her hand rubbed up and down your back, your nose against her shoulder as you trembled from the all crying.

“I can’t…Daddy” you whispered, “s’all too much. I gave everything to this company. Yet they keep treating me like shit” you were too tired of it all, and Charlotte's spear didn't help at all.

“Love. you didn’t actually lose…I’m sure they want to give you a better story than defeating Charlotte in a 2 week feud” she assured, but nothing was stopping the tears from flowing anytime soon.

Your lips trembled again and she sighed, sitting you on the bed and leaning down to face you properly. Rhea nuzzled her nose against yours and softly whispered “Please don’t cry, hun” She pouted, wiping your tears with her girthy (yes I said it) thumbs and kissing your frowning lips softly, "You'll get another shot..I'll make sure of it, baby"

You kept looking at the hotel room floor as your mind wandered again before Rhea appeared once more, this time with a glass of water and painkillers. “Your face is bruising, pretty” she explained. The rage you felt pretty much masked all the pain from Charlotte’s merciless punches, but just as you started to calm down, you started to feel the soreness and ache of your face and muscles.

You took the pill and gulped the glass of water halfway before laying back sideways on the bed, your legs dangling from the edge of it as your spread them. “so…you coming?” You teased and Rhea gave you that toothy grin.

“In more ways than one, bunny”

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#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley wwe #wwe

[drakebabymoms]

ok but like getting walked in on by eren while reader is fucking armin. And they don’t give a fuck abt eren watching💀

ouuuu okay, i can work with this 🤭

fem reader!

armin pounded deeply, bullying ur cervix with every thrust. at this point you are ON CLOUD 9 SEEING STARS LIKE BRO. tears started forming in your eyes because how overstimulated you were. Armin kept thrusting, drilling your shit completely ignoring the fact you keep trying to push him away with your hand on his ab slightly pushing on him “please baby i know you can take it…i promise it’ll feel so good.. “ he said as he held your hand on his abs as slight moans escaped from his mouth.

what you didn’t know is that armin had planned to hang with eren today but totally forgot about it when you showed up, them being super close he does have a key to armins apartment so when he walked in like nothing y’all couldn’t even hear him come in because you were just too fucked out to even pay attention to anything

“you take me like a c-champ fuck, you feels s-soo fucking good holy shit” he moaned out throwing his head back. fat tears start rolling down your cheeks as his eyes began to roll back “m-min i-m gonna” and that’s when he walked in “aye armin you he- woah.” eren stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide as he opened the door to find you two fucking, but armin oh no, he wasn’t even close to done with you why was he gonna stop now?? He started to hit so deeply in you his length and his width making you feel completely full “oh m-my god min” you said in a breathy tone as he thrusted harder and slower. “you like this shit huh? being fucked infront of my friends, you gonna cum infront of him too?” he said as he grabbed ur face to look at him “look at me as you cum on my cock, I wanna see it” he said desperately looking straight into your eyes. You nodded ur head looking up at him with lidded eyes as you started to feel ur orgasm arriving “im c-cum-ming ” you said as you felt your whole body tense up and start shaking he started to fasten his thrust and MAN OH MAN. He knew exactly what you liked and how you liked it so he was the master at finishing you off.

He turned to wink at eren and smile at him “you might wanna leave now, im not even close to being finished” he said teasingly looking back at you as you quickly took this moment to rest “remind me not to barge in your house EVER AGAIN” he said as he turned the door handle behind of him, slowly walking out the door in disbelief of what he just saw “now before i was rudely interrupted” he whispered kissing your forehead, pulling back from the kiss as he examined your fucked out face. slowing dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, he slowly slipped it inside your mouth.

#ao3 writer #aot smut #armin smut #aot x y/n #aot x you #smut #shinjeki no kyojin #fypage #fyppage #fypツ

[letsgetrowdy43]

Requesting Jack and Luke Babysitting!!

Life at the Lake ☆—Romantic Getaways

Warnings: Warrens gets a cut? Idk if that needs a warning

Au Masterlist!!

“We promise, bathed and in bed by 7:30, we know the drill,” Jack said as he handed Honey her coat and hugged her. It was date night, and this was the first summer Quinn was allowing his brothers to watch after his babies. In the regular season, he would have no issue with Brock or Elias looking after them, but his brothers were like a tornado of childishness, so he was a little less lenient.

“I swear Luke, if I come home and one of them looks hurt or traumatized I’ll never let you near my kids again,” Quinn’s anxious rambles have been going on for over an hour at this point, walking both of them through the bedtime routine, “and if anything happens I expect a phone call.” “We've got it! You’ve walked us through it all, you even wrote Honey's, Moms, Dad's, and your own number on the fridge! Nothing is gonna happen to them,” Luke reassured again as he practically pushed the couple out the door.

The smile on Honey's face grew as she took Quinn’s hand into hers, “they are gonna be just fine, your brothers love the babies and would never let anything harm them,” she whispered as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips, then pulled him in the direction of the Uber.

Luke and Jack had a relatively good idea of what it took to be good babysitters, and Honey was right, they would never allow anything to endanger their niece or nephew. What they weren't expecting was for the little, over a year old, baby to pick up a toy car and biff it right at her brothers face.

The night had been so smooth too! Jack swore it was because they had natural paternal instincts, but Luke felt something was too good to be true.

Warren let out a wail as the hot wheel hit him right in the temple, the sharp plastic cutting just above his brow, the tender bruise already becoming apparent. Hayden’s face broke out into a grin as Luke whisked her up and out of the playpen to put her in a timeout away from the crying boy.

“Throwing things is not nice Hayd, you just hurt your brother, what do we say when we hurt people,” the little girl smirked as she shrugged and looked at both her brother to her uncle with innocent eyes.

Both uncles were in a frenzy as Jack left the living room in search of a bandaid and an ice pack for the swelling bruise on Wareens brow bone. Luke left Hayden clipped into her high chair away from all the commotion, keeping her out of the way as they assessed the situation on their nep forehead.

“Hey bud,” Luke said with a smile as he picked up his nephew and held him to his chest, “you handled that hit like a champ, dad would be proud,” he grinned before explaining to the toddler about the time Quinn had a puck hit him smack right in the nose. “Ice!” Jack made it back into the room of crying children with a juice box and other tools to cease the tears and the screams.

Hayden sat quietly watching the entire thing go down, Warren's cries halted as he drank the apple juice in his little hands. “See, you’re all better,” Luke grinned as he finished putting on the bluey-themed bandage on the cut and kissing his nephew on the cheek before ushering for Jack to grab Hayden from her time out.

The little blondes sat feet away from each other, Warren trying to fight off any more tears as Hayden grew a pout on her face. The littlest Hughes stood up from her spot on the couch and made her way over to her brother, taking his face in her hands as she kissed him on the wound and said a short “I sorry,” as Warren pulled her into a hug of forgiveness.

The rest of the night ran smoothly, out of the bath by seven, and into bed by seven-thirty, meaning that Jack and Luke had succeeded in the task of babysitting alone, with no help from the grandparents, and no calls to their brother.

Quinn and Honey got home later and a little more tipsy than expected. Big drunken smiles on their faces as Honey pulled her brothers-in-law in for hugs and cheek kisses as she said her appreciation and rambled about their amazing date night full of dancing. “You guys are the greatest,” she mused as Quinn grinned at her state, his eyes full of love at how pretty his wife was, and excited she was for his brother's successful night.

“I’m gonna go and check on our babies,” Quinn mumbled as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s cheek and made his way upstairs to the kid's room. A few moments later Quinn came down the stairs with a frown, “Who hurt my son?"

Jack's face fell as he looked over to his younger brother who looked ready to make a run for it, "a hot wheel?"

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#thelittlesthughesau!! #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #dad!quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #umich hockey

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

SPICY!

letting them have spicy food on a date

gender neutral reader

HIORI YO!

As long as he gets to spend time with you, Hiori’s down to try a little bit of whatever. He’s never been too picky to begin with, and while his parents’ strict lifestyle hasn’t given him too much freedom to explore different kinds of foods, he’s glad that you’re there to show him all sorts of new things. He might cough a little bit and down a bit of water, but spicy food is no competition for Hiori! He’ll down anything you pick out on the menu like a champ, and at the end of the date, he’ll insist that he pays. He’s not going to let you spend your hard earned coin on him, not when he’s on the path to accumulating a bit of a paycheck himself through Blue Lock, so he’ll simply tell you that you can repay him by showing him another yummy place to check on your next date together!

“Is it too much? I can ask them to get you more broth-,” you trail off worriedly, noticing how pink your boyfriend’s cheeks are. Hiori shakes his head, and he swallows down another mouthful of the spicy soup before smiling up at you softly as if to reassure you that he’s really alright. 

“It’s a bit spicy, but… I can handle it. It’s really good! My parents never let me have something this spicy growing up.” His lips press into a thin line at the mention of his family, but he shrugs it off the best he can for you. “But I get to have it now, with you. And I want to taste it to the fullest!”

“That’s all nice and good, but are you sure? There’s a fine line between enjoying things to the fullest versus biting off more than you can chew.” You grin, tapping your fingers against the restaurant table. “No pun intended.”

Hiori lets out a small chuckle at your horrendous joke. A boy like Hiori reminds you of winter: his frost-like cyan eyes and hair, the way he touches you like the first breath of snow, his words dissolving sweetly as if they were snowflakes on the tip of your tongue. Sometimes you wonder if the world is too intense, too fiery for someone like him, but the more you feed him experimental spoonfuls of your love, the more he develops an appetite to melt himself bare all for you.

“I’m sure,” he reaffirms, and he takes another generous spoonful and swallows it down without any issue as if to prove his point. “Although I don’t think some of the guys back at the Blue Lock program can say the same. I bet that Karasu would go home crying if he tried any of this.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “Karasu? With that tongue of his, you’d think he’d be able to handle worse.”

“You’d be surprised. Want me to prove it to you?” Hiori asks. His normally innocent eyes sparkle with a tinge of boyish mischief. “Why don’t we order some to take to him? And we’ll see how long he lasts.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

Ever the gentleman, if anything disturbs Yukimiya’s peace, he won’t really let it show unless he has a real reason to be honest. Yukimiya could be burning inside out, with his tongue barely hanging on for dear life, and you’d have no clue that whatever the two of you are scarfing down was too spicy for him. If it’s something hot in temperature, he might have to wipe his glasses a few times, and he’ll vehemently deny that there are tears in his eyes or that there are beads of sweat on his forehead. He has to keep up his act of being a loving and princely boyfriend when he’s in public, but once you let your guard down when you’re with him in public, Yukimiya will show you how to properly turn up the heat.

“I have to admit, love-,” Yukimiya sighs, not-so-discreetly dabbing at his damp forehead with a napkin, “I have no clue how you manage to eat any of this without any issue. And I thought I was used to handling spice! Your food is at least three shades redder than whatever I ordered. It makes me worry for you.”

You shrug, and you lean over to taste a little bit of the dish Yukimiya ordered. It barely leaves a tingle on your tongue, and you debate for a split second whether or not you should play nice. Yukimiya has always been nothing but the most caring and sweet boyfriend you could ask for, but situations where you could make him squirm are hard to come by. 

So, duh, you have to tease him.

“Hmmmm? Worry for me?” You innocently cock your head to the side. “Why, is it too spicy for you, Yuki? I thought you could handle that much… If it’s too much, do you want me to eat it instead?”

Yukimiya coughs unceremoniously into the crook of his arm, and he shakes his head. As lovely of a boy as he might be, just like every single player in the Blue Lock program, he has an ego that he can’t part with, not even when it comes to you. “Nonsense, sweetheart. I can handle this much with ease. I said I’m worried for you. You have no reason to worry for me.”

“Ehhhhh?” You lean over the table, and you press your hand against his forehead as if to measure his temperature. His beautiful wavy hair brushes up against the back of your hand, the ticklish sensation sending tingles up your spine. Yukimiya is disgustingly handsome, even when he doesn’t intend to be, and you purse your lips together. “But you’re sweating soooooo much! Jeez, Yuki, if you can’t handle this much spice, how are you going to handle me?”

Despite the joking tinge in your voice, the gaze Yukimiya flashes at you is dark, sensual, and it makes your knees instantly feel weak. He grabs your wrist, and he squeezes just the slightest bit as if to warn you.

“Trust me,” he whispers, chuckling under his breath, “Don’t you think I’ve developed enough tolerance to try things a bit spicier? Even more so when it involves you, dear love…”

OLIVER AIKU!

Oliver is a fiend for any and all spicy foods. It’s enough to make you wonder how his poor stomach survives. Whenever the two of you get hungry, you can bet that he’ll suggest something spicy to eat. To make matters worse, he guzzles down spicy food as if it’s nothing, and if you let your guard down, he’ll totally reach over and steal the food off of your own plate too. You can’t get too mad at him, or he’ll yank out the “I’m a grown man and a professional athlete, so I have to eat a lot!” card. Either way, if you somehow agree to treating him for a meal, prepare yourself for the spiciest eatery in town and for him to clear multiple plates of food. Just make sure he brushes his teeth right after, or he’ll definitely try to steal a kiss!

“I know that poor toilet of yours is going to be crying later.” You shake your head incredulously as Oliver scrapes his plate clean, the glass of water you fetched for him earlier still untouched. “Or your tongue. I don’t understand how it’s possible for a human to eat all of this and enjoy it.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows down the last of his meal, and he sits back, finally satisfied. He licks his lips clean, and he winks at you. 

“What can I say?” He laughs nonchalantly. “You know I can’t hold myself back when it comes to hot things. That includes food and cuties just like you.”

You scoff, folding your arms and looking away from him with a huff. Oliver can be so ridiculously cheesy with you, and he plays it off as him being a romantic guy by nature. You seriously wonder how he managed to pull so many lovers when every pick up line he spews makes your skin crawl, but at the end of the day, you know you’re not any better. You’re formally dating him, after all, so as cringe as his courtship might be, you’ve come around to learn to love it.

Not that you’d ever admit such a thing to him.

“If you’re done eating, let’s get the check,” you dismiss him quickly before he spews even more of his widely “loved” sweet-nothings at you, and you fumble for your wallet. “I said I’d treat you-”

“Ah, ah, ah, no need for that.” The defender quickly flips his own wallet out, and he waves you away. “C’mon, I’m a guy with a big boy job now. You don’t need to treat me to anything. I should be the one treating you. That’s the perk of dating a pro-athlete, don’t you think?”

“You sure? I don’t mind.” You look at him firmly. He waves you off again, and you acquiesce and put your wallet away.

“All you need to do is treat me to some sweetness later, if you catch my drift.” The boy flirtatiously winks at you again, and any goodwill you had towards your boyfriend immediately drops. You deadpan at him, looking at him square in the face with the most lifeless eyes you can conjure up, and you reach for your wallet again.

“Nah, I’ll just pay.”

MICHAEL KAISER!

The boy looks like he’s going to explode just a mouthful in. Not only does Kaiser have a horrible spice tolerance, he’s also ridiculously stubborn and refuses to stop eating once he starts. He’s also dead set on impressing you, so he’ll choke down whatever you order, even though his tongue is on fire and he’s two seconds away from crying like a little baby. You don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t look particularly handsome when he’s fanning himself and downing every pitcher of water he can grab, but you appreciate the sentiment of at least finishing whatever he started. Just be sure to look up the route for the nearest ice cream store, because Kaiser’s going to need a cold treat after anything spicy. 

“Kaiser.”

The blond barely holds back a cough, and he raises a hand to signal that he’s alright. You don’t buy it for a single second. He’s making good progress on the spicy stew he decided to try, but he also looks like a ticking time bomb with how red he is in the face. 

“Kaiser, you don’t need to finish it. Why don’t we get it packed up to take home, and I can finish it instead?” You offer, not wanting your boyfriend to sear off his taste buds, all because he refused to quit eating something out of his clear comfort zone. 

Kaiser shakes his head stubbornly, glaring down at the remaining stew. “Absolutely not. I’m not a coward, and I’m going to finish eating this.”

“Oh my god.” You bury your face in your hands, and you groan loudly. “Kaiser, you’re not a coward for not finishing something that’s too spicy for you. Quit being stubborn before you hurt yourself.”

“I’m not gonna hurt myself,” he hotly retorts back. “Besides, even if I do, you’ll be there to tend to me, won’t you? Give me a little kiss on my tongue to make me feel better?”

He looks at you hopefully, blue eyes all sparkly with the idea of you French-kissing him. You wonder if he’s the idiot for considering the idea or if you’re the idiot for even dating him in the first place. You decide to make the smart choice of snatching his spoon out of his hand and motioning for the waiter, ignoring the wails Kaiser lets out when you’ve stolen his moment of glory.

“You’re sooooo mean to me!” He pouts, sticking his very irritated lips out. “How am I supposed to impress you if you don’t let me do anything?”

“You can impress me all you want on the soccer field,” you quickly shush him, tapping his forehead with your pointer finger. “If you want a kiss, just say so. I don’t need you doing all sorts of mental gymnastics for my attention.”

Kaiser pauses for a moment, but he grumbles out, “Fine. Guess I’ll let it slide if you’re agreeing to give me a kiss. Okay then, pucker up, darling!”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #hiori yo #yukimiya kenyu #oliver aiku #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing

[luvsdive]

Ahh Mai I’ve thought about ning being handled by her members..just her stronger unnies holding her down and using her for their own enjoyment..denying her orgasm, making her cry (laughing at her tears) and beg and then overstimulating her..🫠🫠🫠🫠

and she will LOVE it anon! if u been around here for long enough u know that i live in my own private freeuseslutningningverse, where she is miss bendable and breedable who walks around naked just waiting for someone to have their way with her!!! no matter who, when or where, if u bend her over she will be ready for u!! and of course being with her unnies is no different! ningning best horny baby slut, will take it all like a champ, may be crying and screaming and thrashing around as they abuse every hole she has but never asks them to stop because she loves it! loves begging for her unnies to please let her cum until she's sobbing, hips trying to buck after their disappearing hands as soon as they realize her orgasm is imminent. will plead and beg and bargain, even if she knows her unnies don't care about what she says, that all it does is make them laugh and make fun of her. and when they eventually give her the orgasm she so desperately wants, and then another, and then another... and another, she's suddenly begging for them please, she will do anything, she's had enough! and still, all they do is laugh, fingers and toys and tongues tormenting her everywhere. there are only 3 unnies, but it feels like an army of people are holding her down. her voice is hoarse and there's tears and drool and cum dripping out of her, and even if she tries to twist her body away from the torture, ning never begs them to stop, because she knows this is what she's made for! unnies' little slut, a dumb little playdoll for them to do whatever they want with!

#asks #ningning smut #aespa smut #girl group smut

[kyushiblast]

Howdy! Could I request a platonic grusha with a reader who maybe gets into an accident during his snowboarding gym challenge? Not just taking a tumble or anything, like rocks fall or something and you break a limb.

Im not really sure what kind of genre this would count as... hurt/comfort, I suppose????

Idk. I just like giving my favorite characters heart attacks 🙃

⤷ 〝 reminders and you. 〞

➞ pairing : grusha x gn! reader

➞ summary : you get injured during grusha’s gym challenge.

➞ genre : hurt to comfort

➞ cw / other : bad injury mention , DO NOT RAG ON MY TAKE ON GRUSHA’S PERSONALITY OK , not proofread

➞ a/n : ahah we are very alike. I’M SORRY there are some non platonic parts in here i couldn’t help myself — GOSH this could’ve been so much better. again, i'm sorry.

you and grusha were friends on good terms. he’d heard from you plenty on how excited you were to face him despite battling him unofficially many times before.

he’d then reminded you about his gym challenge, which led to him teaching you the basics.

everything should’ve been fine. you should’ve passed with flying colors, you should’ve been able to battle him. but as grusha watched from above, he witnessed himself the event.

a couple of rocks flew your way from a bunch of whatever pokémon play-fighting, ranging from the size of a bergmite to a literal cetoddle. it was hectic.

this was early in the morning, so the snow tossed around from the first hit was easily seen throwing you off and landing you in the snow. grusha, without thinking, leapt from his position and sped towards your body. you were practically suffocating in the snow, the amount on top of you along with the heavy rocks against your one leg preventing you from getting up.

everything ached. grusha’s voice sounded so far away, even as he wiped the snow away from your face and got his pokemon to help get the rocks off.

yelling. ambulances. people carrying you away. grusha’s hand entwined with yours (as he’d taken off his glove to do so) in a protective, worried manner. and you’d just noticed your tears falling down onto the stretcher, warm compared to the coldness in your chest.

meanwhile, grusha was having an inward panic attack. why did it always have to be with snowboarding? he could’ve prevented this—he could’ve had the common sense to rid the pokémon around in case of something like this happening. but no—he just watched you. watched the fall, watched your bleeding and crippled form from those stupid rocks and the icy mountain’s hand in all of this.

he gripped onto your hand like it was a form of life support, no matter how embarrassing it would be to explain it later. he was focused on the flashbacks of what happened to him before, his state and his life turned upside down because of one mistake.

but he promised to himself that whatever happened next, he’d be next to you through it all.

the ride felt like a time to reflect. reflect on childhood and whatever led you to this. “if i go out like this,” you thought to yourself, “at least it’ll be by grusha…”

like souls melded together, your thoughts were mostly on the other on the journey to the hospital.

he’d expected this, but couldn’t help but cringe anyways at the diagnosis.

fractures, a concussion, internal suffering, and so on—surgeries were unavoidable and inevitable. but to him you handled it all like a champ, thankful that the doctors here were skilled and handy at their jobs.

grusha was relieved you were alive. the doctors had said you were lucky, and he couldn’t have thanked his lucky stars more for you.

his calm demeanor slowly returned in the lobby as he waited patiently for them to call him back. he got news that you’d have to stay overnight, which he was also expecting. and so he decided to stay with you as comfort.

he carefully opened the door to your room, the place dimmed and your eyes closed for sleep—or as he thought.

it’d surprised him when he saw your fingers wiggle a little, as if reaching out but suppressed by lack of energy (which was probably accurate). he gently took your chilly hand, warming it up with his now put on glove. you’d tugged at the material, though, and so grusha took it off.

his fingers, surprisingly soft and less cracked than you’d think them up to be, moved in soothing gestures against your own. your mind was still in a daze, but you knew that this feeling with him felt fuzzy and warm. a moment you’d want to last forever under different circumstances in which you hadn’t injured yourself.

after some contemplation, he leaned forward to lightly kiss the top of your hand before shying his head away.

he’d stayed holding your hand until you’d fallen asleep, his cue to fall asleep on the chairs next to the bed despite the uncomfortable feeling.

grusha’s happy to say that he was fully available on the day you were discharged. on other days, he’d visit you in the hospital with the days cut short because of one thing or another. but because of a well needed day off, grusha appeared on the day and helped you get back to the outside world.

you got back your pokemon from grusha, who’d you’d loaned them to to take care of while you were hospitalized. they’d visited too along with him, always clingy and fussy over you.

you were supposed to use a special cast for a while, but it was better than staying holed up in that musty room with nothing to do and talk about scheduled dosages and surgeries all the time. much better.

with grusha by your side, you were going to go back to your usual routines and finally be able to battle him.

all this for a battle. spoiler alert, you win.

work of kyushiblast , please do not translate , copy , or repost here or on any other platform !!

#pokemon imagines #pokemon #pokemon x reader #pokemon violet #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet #grusha pokemon #grusha #grusha x reader #pokemon grusha x reader #hurt to comfort #fluff #injuries #hospital #happy ending #gender neutral reader #pokemon grusha #scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvio #paldea

[pearldog30]

The guys reacting to a period simulator

Ghost, Soap, Hesh, Rudy, Alejandro.

Time for another HC. I just want to apologize why I haven't been active the past few weeks A LOT has happened, so yeah.... But I'm back and hopefully I'll get into the groove of posting more. There's just a lot of personal stuff that has happen, because of it I haven't been in the mood to write but I'm trying for y'all. cuz I love y'all 🖤

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| period Related stuff obviously.

Ghost 👻

When you first tell him about it he gives you major side eye cuz he doesn't think it exists until you put it in his hand. He is eyeing it up and down like you put a bomb in his hand or something.

Now talking him into actually putting it on is a whole nother ball game, it took you at least 3 weeks to talk him into it. And when he finally agreed, he was eyeing that little mote control that came with it like his life depended on it.

1,000% is scarily quiet.

Definitely is probably the most calm throughout the entire thing. even when you ramp it up to 10 you might hear him grunt a little, but that's the most you're going to get out of this man. Takes it like a champ

Afterwards though... He won't tell you straight up, but he has so much more respect for you now after going through that hell. he'll never admit it, but he was crying screaming throwing up on the inside

He spoils you afterwards a LOT more/Gives into whatever you want during that time of the month. cuddles/snacks/chocolate etc whatever you want bb, he's there. He will also low-key fight anyone who says period cramps are nothing

Soap 🧼

Oh oh oh... My poor so soapy boy, when you first told him about it he got so fucking cocky probably went a little something like this. "Ha! and what is that little machine supposed to do, this will be a breeze! Ay!" he went back on his words after you were done.

Tries to play it cool and tough. but fails it miserably after you crank it up past 4. Guaranteed this mf is already complaining and whining. "What. No... It can't be 4 you're cheating" says something along those lines.

Anything past 5 he is screaming and whining like a child. (He almost ripped it off at that point, but you stopped him beforehand)

He demanded to hold your hand after that, and he had it in a death grip the entire time. like he was given birth or something he said it was for emotional support.(he almost broke your hand from how tight he was squeezing it)

He shed a few tears you pumped it up to 10 but try to play it off. He is regretting every word he said.

Afterwards though he probably said something like "so Bonnie where's my chocolate" or something like that, (expecting to get his own little period basket for "surviving" it as he calls it.😭)

Hesh🌴

(Hesh my bb he is the most underrated character ever. y'all are sleeping on him, and I hate all of you for it. he needs more attention because I said so!)

A lot like ghost, He never even heard it existed until you said something, He definitely was skeptical about it.

He was surprisingly open to trying it. And wasn't nervous about it. And too much to your surprise he was handling it really well. (With the occasional grunts, and groans, here and there. he tried to man it so hard, but failed in the end)

But when you got it past 5 that's when he started to violently sweat, and he kind of started to get quiet, Which made you a little worried.

He did however! took the controller away from you Midway through because he thought you were lying. and then when he realized, he nearly shit himself that it was only at 7. (Definitely gave you bombastic side eye)

But after it was all said and done, he could not stop asking you if that's what periods really felt like, and when you confirmed every single one of them. he went silent looking at you as if God himself was saying it. Moral of the story he gained a lot more respect for you and other women

He was also a lot more gentle with you during those times, not saying he was before. he just somehow took it a step further, and praised you a lot. Telling you how good you did during those times of the month. (Probably also asked Elias/a few of the guys on the team who had wives few of their own tricks on how they dealt with them when they had theirs)

Alejandro 🔥

When you first mentioned the idea to him he looked at you like you were talking in another language. In the back of his mind tho he thought this was all bullshit what could a little machine do. And boy was he wrong

He wasn't necessarily wasn't open to it at first glance but after a little "negotiating" he finally agreed. And boy were you excited you definitely secretly filmed it

You weren't even on to level 2 when he was asking what level you had it on. This man cannot for the life of him keep his mouth shut either, he was either complaining or talking the entire time. NO IN BETWEEN!

Anything past 3 tho... he's acting like he's giving birth. quite literally saying every cuss word in the book, didn't matter if it was English or Spanish you heard it. you were getting slightly concerned

But once you got it turned up to 7. that's when he said fuck this, and ripped it off violently almost breaking the machine, and smashing it. (He also somehow shocked his hand in the process)

But after (that hell experience he calls it) he picked up his game in doing house chores after going through that. he doesn't let you lift a finger during that time of the month.

Rudy🥺

Now Rudy's actually heard of this before from his sister, who's brought it up a couple of times. so when you jumped on the bandwagon too, he was scared for his own safety.

This poor man was probably a sweating nervous wreck. Since he has a mom and sister he knows how bad it was for them. so he's expecting the worst.

Although he was a nervous wreck, he was violently calm through the whole process. which Low key scared you

I feel like he has a high pain tolerance. So it actually didn't affect him that bad. but still it hurt ofc, and he hates seeing people he loves in pain. But when it got to 10 that's when he really started to feel it, and move around more. (You know those little period cramp moves we do yeah that was him 💀)

Although unlike most of the guys, he was more quiet and reserved about the pain. He knew you had to deal with this every month, so what gives him the right to scream and complain when he could turn it off at any moment, and you couldn't.

He also went to his mom and sister after that experience. asking them what more he could do to help you out.

And that's going to be the end for this, I know it wasn't long. but I just wanted to get something out there for you, I hope you enjoy. and I hope you are having a good day/night wherever You are. reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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[oreosmama]

Hey I was just wondering can you do yandere garou x pregnant reader

oof i just posted itty bitty bits of this with the metal bat and garou thingie but i could put some more random ass thoughts here

so

garou is a total sweetheart

yandere garou is a fucking monster

which makes him hot

how he would be great with a pregnart reader, im not so sure. but i shall try

certainly he's possessive af, which would provide you with moments like "you're not leaving the fucking house, stay right there and protect my baby"

but when you just scoff and walk past him, he'll groan and follow you. keeping you cooped up when you're on raging pregnart hormones is hard.

so he'll drag his feet after you all the way to the grocery store, and the second you step inside his alarm bells are going off and an arm latches around your waist not unlike that of a metal bar. and he'll yank you closer and haul u around and growl at other customers and shit bc this is a manchild that you are in love with congrats--hope you can handle two babies at once

lil pussy-whipped yandere garou just graduated into baby-whipped garou, so this mf levels up his AUDACITY.

suddenly you can't take care of yourself, apparently. you're not going to cook, you're not going to work, you're not going to take a piss without a safety escort and an ID scan. these are the rules

that's his baby, and you're his baby.

nothing will happen to you.

hands and lives will be taken if anyone touches you.

also daddy garou loves his baby so much omg its adorable the cheek squeezes and the gushes and the actual tears when this motherfucker feels the baby kick for the first time and goes "garou jr will be a kickboxing champ, maybe I can train him in the womb"

strap in, it's gonna be a bumpy ride

#yandere garou #yandere garou x reader #garou x reader #garo x reader #yandere opm #yandere one punch man #oreosmama talks

[gabessquishytum]

Going back through your blog, I found the best idea that I'm surprised more people aren't talking about and that's the bad Sex Ed Dream, bc it just seems so much like him. No doubt he didn't get a good health education in that big old fancy private school of his before he left for Uni and got himself stuck in a dorm with whatever poor, disadvantaged youth the algorithm decided to throw him.

So Dream continues to stumble through life inexperienced and ill-equipped to handle his burgeoning sexuality. He doesn't know what to do with his slutty little pussy other than let his next boy of the week finger fuck him in the bathroom. Maybe he lets them eat him out if they've been good to him. But he's never been fucked. Not yet. Bc he wants a better man to be the father of his child bc that's how this works right? Couples fuck and a baby just appears? Condoms are only to prevent making a mess and don't even ask about dental dams bc Dream doesn't know.

But Hob does. Hob is around ten years older than Dream, one dissertation away from getting his Ph.D. and teaches a basic 101 course in history. He's not a total perv, but something is fetching about young college kids and their puppy-like exuberance. Dream just happens to be his next target after they meet at the help desk in the library. Dream just can't fucking write this ridiculous paper for his history class and is about to burst into tears when Hob helps him. This little dalliance leads him to ask if he would like a bit more money tutoring him on the side. Privately. In his dorm. Five times over the past week.

Now comes the downsides of fucking with college students. They're dumb. Like really really dumb. Dream is no exception. The weekend after their latest private tutoring session, in which Hob ate him out like a champ but on his insistance didn't fuck him, he finds Dream necking with another first year who also doesn't know what he's doing during a mixer. He's so angry he grabs the skinny little goth boy by the waist and drives them back to his place. Dream would have been scared if he wasn't so horny.

He forces Dream over the arm of the couch and rips his jeans down. Of course, the stupid slut doesn't wear underwear and his troublemaking cunt is on full display. They both find out Dream is a painslut as he begs Hob to forgive him by punishing him. How? By busting that cunt of course! Dream wails and fails, crying as sobbing as he's first spanked stupid and then fucked into with little to no prep. Just Hob's cock spearing into him, splitting him open over the coffee table.

Later on both of them agree this is by far the hottest thing that they've ever done.

But the morning directly after when Hob's semen is dry on his thighs and Dream can taste the previous night's regret on his tongue, they have a talk. Hob will have to take responsibility of course, and there won't be any family money to help them out. Mama Night is very clear about that. Any child of hers who gets pregnant before marriage is no child of hers.

Hob just has to laugh. After all, Dream can't get pregnant with him. An accident when he was a child featuring a flag pole and a too fast sled going down a snowy hill rendered him quite harmless. But he doesn't tell Dream that.

🎸

No sex-ed Dream my beloved 😭😭 I missed him so much 😭😭 and I love everything about this. Keep telling yourself you're not a perv, Hob. We don't believe you.

Of course it wouldn't be unreasonable for Dream to be anxious about a pregnancy scare after having unprotected sex. But Hob quickly notices that Dream is absolutely 100% convinced that he is pregnant. Like the stork already bought the baby. And little by little, Hob starts to pick away at Dream’s slightly odd understanding of how sex works.

Dream seems to think that every time a dick goes in a pussy, a baby is conceived. Doesn't matter if no one cums, and Dream doesn't seem to have any clue about ovulation or anything like that. Hob has to bite his own hand as he realises that Dream is just. Clueless. Innocent. So wonderfully, perfectly stupid.

The good thing is that with Dream under the impression that it's too late and he's already pregnant, he's much more open to having a cock inside him. So Hob finally gets to have Dream bouncing on his dick. He gets to bend his favourite undergrad over every surface in his dorm until the cum is dripping down Dream’s gorgeous thighs. Now he's had a little taste, Dream is definitely addicted and needy for Hob’s cock all the time. Sometimes Hob has to smack his pretty cunt in warning because he's being so greedy and impatient.

A few months pass by with the two of them fucking pretty much exclusively. Hob doesn't take an interest in any of the other cute barely-legals fluttering their eyelashes at him anymore. And Dream is only interested in his baby daddy <3

Hob honestly means to tell Dream that he's not actually pregnant. He does!! But. It's kind of hard when Dream is so convinced. Plus, it's to Hob’s advantage to have Dream believing he's knocked up. He'll say something soon, but... then he finds the pregnancy test?! And it's positive?!

Dream shrugs and he's like "Yes well I thought I should take one just to confirm." He doesn't understand why Hob is so gobsmacked. So Hob has to drag him through an entire detailed presentation on the reproductive system AND the whole story of how he was uhhh robbed of his crown jewels. Dream absolutely refuses to believe any of it for about 24 hours until he phones his sister and gets confirmation (poor Death).

Hob is starting to realise that maybe HE'S the stupid one because he's just spent weeks coming into Dream so many times that they've managed to achieve a miracle pregnancy. He can't get his head around it. Did he manage to knock Dream up? Is he being baby-trapped because Dream sees him as a decent provider for his child? Is the test a false positive? His groans of despair are muffled as he pulls Dream down and buries his mouth and nose in that gorgeous cunt. Dream maybe stupid (and possibly pregnant) but he's still got the prettiest pussy Hob has ever seen, and he's not done with it yet.

#🎸 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw pregnancy #cw age gap #trans dream

[wosowrites]

Not So Champs (Sam Kerr x Reader)

Warnings: None

A/N: from a request and it’s not my best work so i’m sorry 😭 it’s also a bit short. short but sweet.

Prompt: Reader plays for manchester united and goes to watch her girlfriend, Sam, play vs arsenal in the conti cup final. But when Chelsea loose, reader has to comfort Sam.

The final whistle blew, breaking your heart in half. You watched your girlfriend, Sam Kerr, crouch to the ground, her head hanging low. You pushed your way to the front row, earning looks from people around you. But luckily, they were nice enough not to ask you for anything. Arsenal was celebrating their conti cup win, jumping around, screaming, and the rest of the stadium was giddy, it having been a home game for the gunners. You were sitting with the Chelsea fans who were all looking sad, but we’re still singing and holding up signs, supporting their blues. Chelsea came around, clapping to their fans. All the players had tears in their eyes.

Sam spotted you relatively quickly, smiling at you and walking up to where you were standing. "I’m so proud of you baby." You told her, leaning over the railing and holding her face between your hands. Sam didn’t say anything, not knowing what to answer. She was too sad. Instead, she kisses you, her hand on your back. You were wearing a number 20 chelsea jersey, repping your amazing girlfriend. "I don’t know how we lost. We just eliminated them from the FA," she said sadly, pulling away. "There’s nothing you can do anymore. It’s okay. It happens. Second sucks, I know how it feels, but you could have lost 20-0 and I would have told you how amazing you were." You told her. She hugged you again, fans were now taking pictures and videos, but you couldn’t have cared less.

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"Come down here. The team wants to see you." Sam whined. "That security guard looks mean, babe. If I go on the field he’ll body check me or something." You said, nodding towards a bearded security guard. Sam laughed, her first smile since the lost. "If he tries anything McCabe will handle it. You’ll want to congratule her." Sam said.

It was true, Katie and you played for ireland together, and you were quite close. But your girlfriend came first.

"Im here for you, Sam. Just for you." You told her, kissing her forehead. "But yes I will go on the field and I probably should congratulate McCard." You teased.

You started climbing over the railing, giggling as the security guard eyed you. "She’s with me." Sam told him who nodded sternly.

You made it onto the pitch, Sam guiding you down with her hands on your hips. She slung her arm over you and ran with you, joining the Chelsea girls. You hugged Magda, who you knew well and knew would feel like crap as the captain. You hugged and said a few things to Jessie Fleming, Niahm Charles, and Guro Reiten.

"Im gonna say GG to Katie," you told Sam, who’s look of defeat had taken over her face again. "I love you." You told her, you knew she would need comforting today, and tomorrow.

You jogged over to Katie who was sipping champagne. "Katie! Hey!" You said to her. "Y/n!" She yelled, smiling wildly. You were grateful to her for not jumping into your arms, or offering you champagne. Katie was a down to earth person, and she was smart. She knew you were rooting for Chelsea. "Good game, you make Ireland proud every day." You told her, giving her a small hug and a pat on the back. "Says you goalscorer! 12 goals in 16 games for Man United!" Katie said. "Not enough though. I’m not signing with them again." You told her sadly. You loved manchester, but you wanted more for yourself. "Good for you. You deserve to win big comps." Katie said.

You smiled at her, but quickly excused yourself to get back to the blues.

You watched from the sideline as Chelsea got their second place medal, and then hung around to see Arsenal lift the trophy. You stayed beside Sam the whole time, holding her when she needed it, kissing her wether she wanted it or not. When the Gunners cheers filled the stadium as Leah Williamson lifted the cup, and as champagne was sprayed on the field, you held Sams head in the crook of your neck, wanting to protect her from the world.

Something Sam did not know, was that Emma had offered you a contract, and she wanted you badly. She was up to anything to get you. So, she offered you a ride back to Cobham, where Sams car was. You had taken a taxi to get here and it had taken a while. And it was expensive, but anything for your girl.

You accepted Emma’s offer, taking advantage of it without telling her that you had already decided to accept the three year offer she was suggesting. You climbed into the bus and sat with Sam, who fell asleep on you immediately. The whole bus was silent, and you matched their energy. Knowing exactly how it felt to loose like this, and knowing it was not your spot to lift up the team right now.

Sam woke up when the bus arrived at Cobham, so did most of the players. You all poured out of the bus, and then into separate cars. You drove, knowing Sam needed a moment.

"Sammy," you said. Sam turned to look at you. "I have something to tell you. And I think it’ll make you happy." You told her, keeping your eyes on the road. "I love you baby, but i don’t think anything will make me happy right now." Sam said. "I’m moving to Chelsea. I’m not resigning with Manchester. Emma’s offered me a starting position, a higher pay check. It’s a three year contract and it’s a great offer." You told her.

Sam was silent for a moment before rolling down the window, and breaking out into a scream. "FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!" She yelled.

It took you by suprise, leaving you silent for a bit. But soon enough, you rolled down your window and copied Sam. "FUCK YEAH!!! IM MOVING TO CHELSEA!!!!" You screamed out the window. "WOOH!!!" "WOOOH!!!!!"

#chelsea fcw #woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #jessie fleming #woso #arsenal fcw #katie mccabe #leah williamson #sam kerr #conti cup

[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dad Headcanons

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(Requested by Gojifan1962)

HAPPY POSTAL 2 DAY!!!!! Can't believe Dude is finally old enough to drink. Homie is going places and I'm proud of him!

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-Aight, so I'm turning this request to a pregnancy/dad headcanons cause why not. Kill two birds with one stone and might as well start from the beginning, breaking the news that you're pregnant

-Now, Dude doesn't seem one to want kids. But since these are my headcanons, too bad. I'm sure he's thought about it before, but never really took time to truly consider it, especially with his deteriorating mental health and a marriage that has lost it's meaning long ago

-He's always had Champ to look at as his baby. His spoiled little baby at that. But now that he isn't with his ex-wife anymore, and is now in a happier relationship (with you, dear reader) having a kid or two might be something for him to start considering, might

-The pregnancy was definitely unplanned. A little "oops" if I may. It was nervewracking to tell him. How would he react? Does he even like kids? Could he handle being a dad?

-So, after some pep talk, you finally tell him. It doesn't register at first. KInda goes in one ear and out the other. It takes a few seconds of him blankly staring at you for him to finally understand what you said. And, surprisingly, he's ecstatic! Pick you up, swing you around, give you some smooches. Maybe some tears even shed

-But then the hard part starts, the big thing is that there's gonna have to be some changes (the crack addiction). After years of doing it, it's gonna be hell to quit. But if he kicks it now, it won't be a problem later when the baby is born. So be ready to have a cranky Dude around. You're both gonna be taking care of each other during this time. He's gonna need a lot of support during this

-Once the rough part of withdrawls is over, and he starts feeling better, he'll be already coming up with ideas for the baby's room. I'd like to think that his trailer has two rooms, one the guys you sleep in, the other is probably where he keeps his weapons. So he's gonna have to find a new place to put all his weapons cause we can't have the new baby trying to use the Napalm Launcher... yet

-At some point, he's gonna question if staying in Paradise would be the best choice. He doesn't want his kid to get hurt or deal with the consequences of being his kid, so you guys might pack the trailer up and start anew somewhere else, let's just hope the chaos doesn't follow

-As the months go on, Dude will start to get anxious. He worries that he won't be a good dad for the little one. He never had a good relationship with his Father's, one's dead and the other he basically has no contact with. He knows you'd make an amazing parent, no doubt about it. But he will need a lot of reassuring that he'll make a good dad. Plz help him

-He's ready to deal with anything and everything you throw at him. Morning sickness, cravings, he will go out at 3am to get you whatever you're craving if it means making you happy. He'll let you lay around and do nothing while he takes care of the place. Hell, even Champ will be loving on you as well. Staying by your side during the whole pregnancy (Dude gets a little jealous)

-When it's baby time, he's in full panic mode. Speeding to the hospital and refusing to leave your side. He'd be ready to fight the doctors and nurses if they don't listen to you or are even slightly rude. By the time the baby is born, he's gonna have a broken hand by how hard you were gripping it and he almost got kicked out of the hospital three times

-So now baby is born and Dude now has a new best friend. He just met his kid and he's already planning all the fun chaos the two will have. He's so excited to finally be able to hold his baby. He already knew he was gonna spoil the fuck out of them

-He's a lot more of an active dad than you'd think he'd be. He's rather a night owl so he doesn't mind being the one who's getting up to take care of the baby, he wants you to get your rest.

-Is the type to get the baby onesies that say things like, "I can't fucking read". He thinks it's hilarious. And if you don't stop him, he'll be trying to teach the kid how to swear and flip people off.

-The type of dad you'll catch sitting at the tiny kids table with your kid, wearing a tiara and getting his nails done by your kid. Yes, he will wear a dress if his kid asks. How is he supposed to say no to such an adorable face?

-He can't help but spoil them. Again, he struggles to say no to them. He would kill for his kid. He would steal toys for them as well. He will shank a bitch for an American Girl doll, he doesn't care. His child NEEDS this doll, and he will stop at nothing to get them what they want

-He will teach his kid how to defend themselves. He doesn't trust people and he wants to make sure his kid is safe. He'll be gifting his kid weapons once they turn 13. The kid will have an alarming knowledge about different types of weapons

-He doesn't want his kid seeing him killing people. He knows how traumatizing it can be to see such a thing. He'd feel so horrible if he was the cause of his kid's trauma. But he sees his kid kill someone, he's helping with hiding the body. If they're killing someone, then clearly that person was in the wrong cause his kid can do no wrong

-He really do be a dad that is chill and you can tell everything to. If his kid is in deep trouble, they know they can call their dad to help. Very rarely will Dude ever be mad at his kid. They have to do something really horrible for him to be upset with them. He's also the type of dad who wouldn't care if his kid smokes and/or drinks. He'd smoke with his kid if it didn't make his schizophrenia worse

-So to finally end this long post, Dude would be a good dad. He wouldn't be perfect, but he's trying. He would want the best for them. He does get overprotective of them as well. He'd be a content man in life with his family. Ain't nothing gonna ruin it <3

#postal #postal dude #postal dude x reader

[chrisevansonly]

I'm Not Meant for This

Chris Evans x Girlfriend Reader

Summary: You weren’t meant for this life, the cameras, the gossip, the fan pages, it wasn’t you, letting yourself suffer wasn’t worth it anymore…was there anyway that would change?

Warnings: angst, minor arguing, crying, reader mentioning insecurities, happy ending<3

A/N: This was a request sent in by an anon! Thank you in advance for this, I’m a big lover of happy endings and I did tweak the request a little bit so I hope that’s okay!!I feel so unmotivated but I’m trying to update regardless lol

Word Count: 843

Spending a lot of time watching your life go by from outside your body looking down on yourself is a feeling so hard to describe, surrounding by celebrities of all calibres and standing, next to Chris you felt like you weren’t supposed to be here. You’d been feeling pretty low the past few months, Chris’s career doing really well, he just finished filming his last few movies for 2022 and 2023, and instead of talking about taking a break, he wanted to keep going. In retrospect, talking to Chris about your feelings should have been number one on the list of conversations you wanted to have, but maybe leaving and letting him down gently was better. Watching him talk freely in the sea of people, or handle the cameras like champ, all it did for you was made you feel out of place and disgusted by yourself. You knew this wasn’t his fault, you could only blame yourself for the position you were in, but you couldn’t take it anymore. 

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The minute the two of you got home, you ditched your heels at the front door, leaving Chris standing there to go upstairs and into the bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror only made it worse, the bags and dark circles under your eyes despite the full coverage foundation and concealer covering it. Taking a wipe you cleaned your face off, letting out a quiet sigh, your eyes closing for a few seconds, and when you opened them, Chris was looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face 

“You’ve been really quiet all night…what’s going on?”

This was your chance, let him down easy, spend one last night with him and leave tomorrow, move far away, start over, leave Chris in the past

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what baby?” 

You turned and motioned between the two of you 

“This, us, I can’t do it anymore, I’m not meant for this life Chris, I can’t fucking do this.”

You moved past him, ducking away into the closet to get out of the floor length black dress you had on, changing into a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt

“Wait a minute, Y/N…we’re going to talk about this”

“I don’t want too anymore! I’m tired of constantly being attacked online, photographed without my consent, being the odd one out at every event, people I don’t even know nitpicking my appearance! I’m done!”

Chris ran a hand down his face 

“You know that’s not my fault, right?”

“Jesus Chris, that’s what you have to say?! I’m going to pack my stuff.”

His hand grasped yours tightly and he pulled you back to him softly, but firm enough for you to land against his chest, his arms holding you to him

“No. No. I can’t lose you, not now, not ever, we can figure a way to fix this problem.”

You shook your head, tears now falling down your cheeks

“No, we can’t, there’s n-”

“Yes, there is. Screw going back to work, i’ll take time off, as much as we need, I should have made that decision last year, but I didn’t and now I am. We can go away, stay at the cabin for a few months just me and you, restart your social media’s, hire more security, hell we can order our fucking groceries, that exists now!”

You laughed quietly into the flannel he had on, and Chris spoke again, beating you to it

“You are everything to me, you are my world, my light, and I wished you would have told me about this sooner so I could have helped you…I’m so sorry I didn’t notice how much this was hurting you, how much I was hurting you. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me, and I swear to you I’ll fix this, we can make this work…”

Staying silent, eventually hugging him back tighter you closed your eyes before making a decision you hoped you wouldn’t regret

“Okay.”

Hearing your voice, Chris pulled back and brought his hands up to cup your face, swiping a few tears away before connecting his lips with yours, kissing you tenderly before pulling away and frowning when he noticed just how drained you looked 

“I love you so much angel, I’m going to make this right, and I’m going to work my hardest to keep you safe and happy, I promise I won’t let this happen again…”

A small part of you was worried you made the wrong decision but looking into Chris’s eyes and seeing just how much he love and appreciated you, was enough to help your heart prove you were doing the right thing. In the end you knew Chris would go to the ends of the earth for you, and he was willing to do that now, to protect you, and to give you the life he knows you deserve. The road would be long, but as long as you had Chris, he could make the journey a little more bearable. 

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans x girlfriend!reader #chris evans x wife reader #chris evans imagines #chris evans fic #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans fanfic #rueswrites #chrisevansxreader #chrisevans #chris x reader