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mrsmarinara · 3 days

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Ollie Turns Two || Chaos With Quinn

Part of The Hockey Babies au & Chaos With Quinn Au

A/N: as always this is an interactive au. I would love to hear your thoughts, opinions and ideas! (This takes place Aug. 18, 2023)

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mamaqhughes: Oliver Quintin Hughes, my sweet, gentle, and kind little boy, you made me a mother two years ago and I’ve been spoiled with love ever since.

Only for you would I walk around a petting zoo and feed animals that I’m pretty sure were giving me the evil eye (I’m looking at you Lola the goat) in the middle of Summer while heavily pregnant. Every day I get to spend with you is a day worth celebrating but today is the day we get to do it with cake! 🎂

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_quinnhughes: I wouldn’t have wanted to see him grow up with anybody else. Love you, babe.❤️

↳ mamaqhughes: I couldn’t have asked for a better father for my children.

jackhughes: happy birthday Ollie 🥳

jackhughes: on a side note, Nellie is now asking for a Pony because of that petting zoo

↳ mamajhughes: istg if I come home and you’ve bought a pony for 2 year old I’m gonna kill you

↳ _quinnhughes: @.mamajhughes if you haven’t snapped by now and killed him I don’t think you ever will.

nataliemiller: Happy birthday Ollie!! 🎉

elblue6: He looks so much like Quinn!

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↳ mamaqhughes: that’s what I’ve been saying!!

lhughes_06: Happy birthday Ols! Let him know I’m calling tonight pls

↳ mamaqhughes: just a warning but he’s mad at you

↳ lhughes_06: why?!?

↳ mamaqhughes: he kept asking for “uncle moosey” and cried when Quinn said you weren’t coming

↳ lhughes_06: I think my heart just broke

↳ _quinnhughes: it should you’re his favorite.

↳ jackhughes: what about me????

↳ mamaqhughes: I think he tolerates you for Nell & his aunt

↳ jackhughes: 😐

mamajhughes: I remember when he was born. Time goes by so fast 😭

↳ mamaqhughes: who are you telling. I hid in the bathrooms after he blew out his candles so I could cry lol.

lexiedemko: happy birthday Oliver!! (P.s. how did you get Fin to come to the petting zoo in the off-season?)

↳ mamaqhughes: don’t ask me. That was all Q.

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_quinnhughes: ♥️ 8. 18. 21 ♥️ otherwise known as the day that I have never been more scared or excited. Some people say being a parent is hard and maybe when you’re sibling is born your mom and I will find that out but since you were born you have been nothing but an angel.

Happy 2nd birthday to my oldest child, my mini partner in crime, every goat's best friend, and Fin the Orca's biggest fan.

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mamaqhughes: My baby boy 🥹❤️🥹

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bboeser: you know you’ve partied hard when you pass out on the couch after.

↳ _eliaspetterson: know a lot about that huh?

_eliaspettersson: Happy birthday Oliver!

jackhughes: the first picture was when Fin came in wasn’t it?

↳ _quinnhughes: obviously

canucksfin: happy birthday to my little bestie 🐋

canucks: Happy birthday to our biggest fan! 💙💙

elblue6: my baby boy’s baby boy ❤️

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↳ _quinnhughes: Oliver was so happy to see you.

bradytkachuk: I’m surprised he fell asleep after all the cake he ate.

↳ _quinnhughes: this was just a power nap. Don’t be fooled

bradytkachuk: Happy birthday Ollie!!

j.tmiller: be honest, are your ears still ringing from all the kids screaming?

↳ _quinnhughes: I thought I was just going insane.

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#the hockey babies au #hockey babies au #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #Ollie Hughes #my writing #chaos with quinn

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salaciousdoll · 2 years

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MISS AISHA LEMME TELL U SUM 🛋👩🏽‍🏫 it’s time i put you on rq and tell you all about my man, and why you should love him too…..

INTRODUCCCINNGG… KISHIBE FROM CHAINSAW MAN

he’s a special division captain for the public safety who kill devils that are in the city. he’s a grouchy old man tho cuz he’s basically a veteran when it comes to killing devils— BUT even tho he is an alcoholic and seems all nonchalant n cool, he’s actually just emotionally damaged for doing this for years now 😞 and i just love me a man who’s broken cuz i strongly believe what i got between my legs, will help fix everything hehehe

PLUS HIS VA WAS REVEALED TO BE THE VA OF NANAMI FROM JJK AND IM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN 💕 so that’s also the reason why i love him with everything i have, n i just wanna take care of him. kishibe and nanami are LITERALLY the same person to me, and the whore in me just knows both of them are service doms n brat tamers <333 ALSOOOO

THIS IS WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER 😩😩😩😩 PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN SEE MY VISION ON HIM AND ENJOYED MY TED TALK

I see the vision but he isn’t my cup of tea, right now and that can change😭 Aki is for some odd reason, but don’t worry when I finally get to watch and read chainsaw then my opinion may change babes.

Yes, yes, I did enjoy your red talk though, it was wonderful. I love it when you all talk about your favs or man’s period

#mayday asks🧁#moots🧁#lo lo🧁#anybody else wants to tell me about their babies I’m all ears #put me on fr #he’ll grow on me #I got a feeling he would

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rissouu · 5 months

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I’M THINKIN’ BOUT WIFIN’ YOU, plug!jean.

he realizes he’s in love with you

“man, what the hell you doin’ now?” jean watched you toss shoe boxes out of his closet as he sat back in his manspread— proceeding to roll the blunt that was once behind his ear.

“im helping you clean out this damn closet! you got it a mess in here boy,” the nurturing side of you always seemed to come out— especially around jean. the careless man hardly took anything seriously and that’s why you made it your job to put his ass in check.

you didn’t know it yet, but that’s one of the things he loved about you. that motherly spirit, the scoldings you would give him, how easily you could put him in check.. he loved it all.

one time ony jokingly asked ‘who’s the first person you call before you get into some shit?’ and jean quickly said it would be you, no hesitation. shit, the only person that could stop him from doing crazy shit was you truthfully.

if anybody else ever talked to him the way you talked to him, he’d kill them— no questions asked. the only one that was allowed to correct his behavior was you, and he’d made that clear several times before. not even his best friend— connie was allowed to tell him right from wrong.

jean just wasn’t that type of person.. and he never had been, except when it came to you. it’s honestly hilarious, because you two weren’t even together but you might as well have been. everyone assumed it anyways, and you two never denied it.. the title was more of friends with benefits, for now.

“cmon ma, it wasn’t even that bad so don’t start that scolding shit,”

“no cause how many times i gotta’ tell yo’ ass start being more organized?” you rambled on and on about how irresponsible he was, and how he never listened to you. but it was actually the opposite— if anything he listened to you more than he’d ever listened to anyone else.

he’d do whatever you told him to— no complaints. that’s how obsessed he was with you, everyone could see it but you. mikasa and sasha tried convincing you time and time again that jean was clearly feeling you, but you always waved them off.

jean and you were strictly friends, sure you guys made out a few times when you got drunk, but so what? that meant nothing, they were just harmless little kisses.

“’m sorry baby, ima do better for you. c’mere,” he mumbled small apologies before spreading his legs and patting his lap— signaling he wanted you there, now.

he noticed the look of confusion spreading across your face, but he didn’t feel like explaining himself. he just wanted to feel you.

the only thing running through your head was the fact that you’d never sat in anyone’s lap before, you felt you weren’t exactly “skinny” enough to do little things like that.

“jean i don’t think-“

“c’mere, ion wanna have to say it again.” his voice had bass behind it this time, and you knew better than to question him further. your feet moved on their own until you found your way to him— standing awkwardly in between his legs.

you wanted to do as he said but your anxiety just kept working against you.. “boo i don’t want to hurt you or anything, are you sure?”

he tilted his head slightly— giving you a blank expression, almost as if he was saying ‘girl are you serious right now?’ without actually saying it. instead of replying he wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you down onto his lap.

you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, “now you know you didn’t have to pull me that hard! don’t get popped jean,”

letting out a low chuckle, jean’s grip on your waist became tighter. he was eager to touch you.. eager to feel your warmth on his, he couldn’t go too long without physical touch from you.

before you knew it his hands slipped inside of your shirt— resting on the soft skin of your back. he used his thumb to soothingly trace circles onto your skin, and you truly couldn’t complain. his touch had you feeling things you’d never once felt around him before.. it scared you.

“mm, when you gon’ stop playing wit’ me mama?” now his lips were grazing your ear— whispering in that sexy voice of his. you didn’t know if his highness was finally catching up to him or what, but something definitely came over him.

it started getting more heated once you felt him leaving trails of wet kisses down your neck, and his hands left your back— now resting on your ass.

“j..jean” you couldn’t stop the moans forming in your throat, where was this about to go? jean was your best friend after all, this would completely mess up the dynamic of your friendship.. but clearly he didn’t care, so why should you?

“i want you, y/n.. as my woman. and i can’t keep sitting here pretending that i’m not in love with you.. because if you were to ever even think about getting with anyone else, i just might blow his head off.” his hand quickly found its way to your neck and he wasted no time giving it a tight squeeze.

jean needed you to know he was dead serious about this, he wasn’t no little ass kid. so all that beating around the bush shit was dead now, period.

your breathing became shallow as you tried to shut your legs together for some type of friction. but there’s only so much you could do while being in this man’s lap, and he knew that.

“does that turn you on baby? knowin’ i’ll kill somebody over you?” jean grinned, pulling your face closer to his with the hand he still had wrapped around your neck.

all you could do was nod at this point, you didn’t trust your voice to do the talking right now. any time you tried to talk the words got stuck in your throat so what was the point, right?

“words pretty girl.. talk to me, let me know what’s on your mind?” he gave your ass a light slap, causing you to bite back a moan.

“y..yes pa, mm i love that shit.”

you found yourself moving your hips in his lap, searching for any form of release you could get. it didn’t take long before he joined you by wrapping his arms around your waist— rocking you up and down on his lap.

by now he was just letting you dry hump him because he knew how much you needed it, shit.. he needed it too.

“you gon’ let daddy get some of his pussy baby? hmm?” jean dragged his hand across the valley of your breast before making his way down to cup your pussy. “cause this shit mines, you hear me? i’m killing folks ‘bout this.”

“o..oh my g..god yes baby! all yours, ’t’s all yours!”

he grinned once he heard those words fall from your mouth, you really didn’t know what you just signed yourself up for. “that’s daddy’s girl, gimmie kiss baby,”

your lips swiftly met his as both tongues fought for dominance, this was way more intense than any other make out session you two had ever had before. in the end it was jean who won, which was obvious from the start.

he gave your lower lip a small bite before slowly pulling away for air and you watched him intensely, searching for any looks of regret on his face. but surprisingly.. he didn’t have any. if anything, his eyes held this type of glint to it that you hadn’t ever seen in him before.

“now get yo’ pretty ass on that bed, we ain’t no where near done.”

©rissouu 2024 (part 2?? lmk and ill do it!)

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chaenqen · 8 months

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hellooo could i request something like the enhypen members meeting rikis gf for the first time? snd the reader is like a very girly girl iykwim? and the members actually expected a tomboy? thanksss 🫶🫶🫶

that’s my girl

featuring nishimura riki and reader genre fluff warnings cursing and swearing. a/n sorry for the long wait everyone, i’m kinda busy and really stressed recently but just to let you know, i’m working on your requests from time to time !! forgive me for the inactivity:((

riki and you were together for almost a year now and for your anniversary he wanted to invite you over to the dorm to do a sleepover party with him yet what all of his members didn’t expect was that you weren’t like they imagined you to be…

“hey, i’m yn” you send heeseung and jake a sweet smile as you hold onto rikis hand shyly while the other boys giggle into themselves from the living room. heeseung motions you to come in as jake makes room for you to walk past him so you could enter the living room. “ignore the mess yn, the boys aren’t very good when it comes to keeping their stuff clean and tidy” heeseung scratches the back of his head in an embarrassed way while sunghoon whispers to sunoo and jungwon, eyeing you a few times which riki obviously noticed.

“keep your eyes to yourself sunghoon— she’s mine.” niki glares at sunghoon as warning to show him that he should be careful about how and why he looks at you since you were his pretty and adorable girlfriend after all and not sunghoons or anybody elses.

“hi sunghoon” you give him an adorable smile as you send sunghoon a wave which he returns with a kind smile before niki tugs on your hand to signal you to not do that after he had just basically checked you out. “i just said hello, niki…”

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“that’s your girl?” jay looks over at niki with a raised eyebrow as the corner of his lips is raised up in an amused grin. niki sends jay a warning glare as your head lays on your boyfriends lap, peacefully slumbering.

“why, got a problem with that?” he asks with a low voice to not wake you up or disturb his sleeping beauty. the rest of the boys chuckle quietly as niki caresses your hair in a sweet manner, a blanket covering your bottom half since you were wearing a skirt that may lift up accidentally when you move.

“never expected you to be with such an innocent angel, rik” sunghoon chimes in as he puts down a plate of chips on the coffee table in front of the couch before he takes a seat beside sunoo. a smile creeps up onto your boyfriends face as he listens to his friends assumptions and ideas that they had of you, saying that they thought you might have been a tough girl but instead you were the complete opposite of what they made up.

“you two fit together though, don’t take it the wrong way,” sunghoon chuckles once again as he looks at your sleeping figure before looking back at niki.

“she seems sweet, don’t fuck it up, niki.” sunghoon adds with raised eyebrow, giving his younger friend a piece of advice on his new relationship. all niki did was roll his eyes playfully as he mumbles out a quiet “i won’t” while continuing to stroke the strands of hair that fell in front of your eyes behind your ear.

he was so in love with you and the other boys could definitely tell even from miles away. the night passed by really quickly as the boys were just chilling and talking and niki was taking care of you on his lap, making sure you don’t wake up because of the noise his members were making so he carries you to his room, lays you down on his bed and tugs you under the blanket comfortably.

“i love you, baby…”

<33

@j-wyoung @lacieeeeee00

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lolaxbunnyy · 4 months

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IDK IF YOU STILL DO MY HERO ACADEMIA AS IM NEW- but I love your writing so

What about poly Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki x Fem!reader who’s nine months pregnant, due any day now. She’s about to go into labor but they’re not home due to a mission

Idk if I explained this well 💀

also I hope this is good enough I haven’t been on here in a while 😬 . Also I gave the baby a name and a gender if you want something else then you can feel free to change it. Also if anybody has anything they would like me to write please ask!

warnings: fem black reader, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, nothing bad though just enjoy.

SHOTO, IZUKU, AND KATSUKI. The top three most amazing and well known pro heros who were well loved by their fans had a little secret. They had a pretty little wife who was carrying one of their babies. Katsuki decided that he was going to be the one to get her pregnant first, the other two had no problem with that. After months of trying and no show she was finally pregnant and all four of them were so happy to finally have their first kid.

It’s been 9 months already and their precious baby girl has yet to leave her place within her mamas tummy.

Y/N rubbed her swollen belly as she did her rotations on her exercise ball. Katsuki’s mom was here helping her out with the little things that she needed. Mitsuki loved her from the moment Katsuki introduced them and now that she’s going to have a little grandchild she was even more happy with her future daughter in law.

"Y/N honey. The boys are calling again."Mitsuki said as she walked in from the kitchen to the living room rolling her eyes. “This is the fourth time they’ve called in the last hour.” Mitsuki chuckled.

"They're so worried that you're going to pop before they get back." Y/N grabbed the phone from, Mitsuki’s hand and put it up to her ear.

“Hello?” “Hey, baby. You doing okay?” Y/N rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see her. “Yes I’ve been okay since the last time you called.” She heard him chuckle. “Okay. You’re a little worked up. What happened? Sick of us calling?” Y/N giggled. “Nope, never. I can’t even miss or worry about you guys because you’re too busy calling all the time instead of focusing on your task that you three were sent to do.” Before Izuku could respond she heard the faint voice of someone talking to him. “Oi? Is that Curls?” Katsuki of course.

Y/N heard what sounded like the phone being snatched away from Izuku. “Oi, Curls! If you ever hand up in my face again we’re gonna have some problems when I get back home, you hear me?” Y/N chuckled. “Yes sir.” She heard the blonde kiss his teeth before handing the phone back to Izuku.

“Sorry, bout that. Anyways you’ve got some scolding to do to Katsuki anyways.” “Don’t you dare tell her about that!” She could tell Izuku rolled his eyes. “He was being careless today and almost lost his leg.” Katsuki grumbled. “ ‘Was not bein’ fuckin’ careless. ‘The hell was I s’posed to know he was gonna turn his leg in to a fuckin’ chain saw?!” Y/N pursed her lips. “Y’know if you two are done bickering we have matters to attend too.”

Shoto said out of nowhere. “That’s right. Well baby, look like we gotta go. We’ll see you next week, hopefully.” Katsuki butted in. “Yeah so tell the brat to avoid her eviction notices till then.” Y/N laughed. “I’m sure she heard you, Kat. I’ll see you boys next week. I love you.” “We love you more baby.” Then the phone clicked and the call was over.

Y/N sighed. She truly did miss them. Sure she enjoyed the company of her soon to be in laws, but she missed her boys. It was quiet and peaceful while they were away and she hated that. The bed was always cold and empty and she also hated that but it still smelled of them and she could at least appreciate that. So did the large shirt that she borrowed from Shoto’s side of the closet.

The boys had already been gone for two weeks and they’d be back home next week but it doesn’t feel like Blossom can wait any longer to be out in the world. Her eyes trailed over towards the belly cast that she had gotten done. The boys had decorated it all pretty and even drew a little family of four on it in Katsuki’s terrible excuse of a drawing. She’d never tell him that though because even if it was bad it’s still cute and still has meaning to it. She can still even feel their careful hands on her stomach.

Izuku’s hands are the most scarred and a little calloused but still firm and calming. Katsuki’s hands being the most calloused and somehow a bit sweaty from time to time. Sho’s hands were the softest but were always cold.

She missed the special treatment and massages they’d give her before they left. They were very caring and spoiling.

It’s been like this since they’ve found out that she was pregnant. They couldn’t be home for her, they had their moms take care of her. Then when they came home for the night, they’d be all over her because in their words, “you look so cute when you’re pregnant.”

She smiled softly at Mitsuki as she smelled the cooking of her favorite food. It’s getting later and later and there was a storm outside brewing. She didn’t want her poor boys caught outside in the rain.

"Y/N, Inko sent some more clothes for Blossom." Mitsuki smiled as she handed them to her. “Awe. We’re going to run out of space in her little closets.” Y/N held the shirt to her stomach. “Do you like it, B?” Y/N suddenly winced at a sharp pain in her stomach. “Okay, I’ll put it away.” But the pain kept coming. Mitsuki helped Y/N up carefully and at that very moment, her water broke.

Mitsuki immediately started to call phones. "Inko, Rei! It's happening! I need you here now! The babies coming!"

Mitsuki was rushing around the house to get the bags ready and extra clothes before helping her soon to be daughter in law towards the car.

Once they arrived after some time Mitsuki rushed in to get a nurse and she came back with a nurse who had a wheelchair ready and the both of them helped Y/N out of the car in to the chair and she was wheeled in and rushed towards the maternity floor. They put her in a room and went to go get things ready for her.

“Where the fuck are they going?!” Y/N whimpered out as one if her hands held her stomach while her other arm was draped across her face. Rei and Inko walked in. "They're going to get everything ready. More doctors and your epidural for your pain, Honey."Inko responded and Y/N hummed in pain.

“Did you call the boys?” Rei asked and Mitsuki nodded her head as she tried to get Y/N comfortable and situated. "Yes but they're not answering. I think they're too busy in what they're doing."

Rei let out a soft okay before looking at the clock on the wall. 12:03 AM it read. A nurse came back in and injected her with the medicine but it didn’t have time to do its job because right after the doctors came in and it was time for her baby girl to come out in to the world.

Everything went smoothly. (beside the three mothers having to stop Y/N from attacking the nurse. Twice. First time because if her giving her the epidural late and second because the bitch almost dropped her baby.) when Blossom was all cleaned up it was about. 2:19 when Y/N got to hold her baby and feed her.

She was so pretty. Her skin was a mix between Y/N and Katsuki and her hair was blonde and straight but Y/N was sure that her curls would come in soon. Last but not least her eyes her round and (e/c) just like her moms as she looked up at her through her blonde eyelashes. The three mothers huddled around Y/N to look at their granddaughter. "Awe. She's so pretty." Inko cooed softly. “I’ve got to get pictures.” Rei gushed and both her and Inko rushed to their purses to get their phone out while Mitsuki stayed by Y/N.

"Do you want me to get her so you can rest?" “Yes please, if you don’t mind.” Mitsuki took Blossom and soon after, Y/N was knocked out.

Izuku was the last person to get out of the bath for that morning. They’d been up since midnight going on a fake lead, practically wasting their time all night. Izuku grabbed what he thought was his phone but noticed that it was Katsuki’s. “Hey, Kachaan? You’ve got 10 missed calls from your mom.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow as he set down his freshly cooked spicy ramen.

He went to his call log and clicked on his mom’s name in face time. "Hello?" His mom’s face showed in the camera. “You called 10 times?” He said unamused. Thinking that it was just her being worried and paranoid again. "Well, I needed to tell you something." Katsuki hummed. “Kay?” The camera flipped around and Katsuki saw blonde hair then the phone fell to the floor as his mom let out an agitated ‘damn it’ before picking it up and a sleeping baby was shown.

“Is that?” "Yep." Inko cut off her son. “That’s Blossom guys!” The boys mouths dropped. Their daughter was so pretty just like her mommy. After that face time call that day the boys had to call off the mission to get home to their girls immediately.

Y/N was released from the hospital two days before they could come home so when they made it back they instantly without a second thought came straight home and they finally got to see their daughter. Blossoms little hair started to curl up a little so she most definitely started to look like Y/N.

Katsuki was the first to hold her and she was so small Katsuki feared that he might break her. Izuku and Shoto walked towards Katsuki, standing on either side of him as they looked down at their daughter. “She most definitely looks like a Blossom.” Shoto spoke softly as the little baby curiously looked at the three men.

Their moms smiled at them. "Congrats boys!" Mitsuki had tears in her eyes as little sniffles came out. "Oh my goodness. I'm finally a grandma! I'm never gonna get over this!" She cried into Inko’s shoulder and Inko patted her back comfortingly. “I wanna hold her next.” Izuku held his arms out and Katsuki carefully handed Blossom to him. Once he was secure in his arms, Katsuki turned towards Y/N.

He smiled softly and he walked over towards her giving her a kiss on her cheek. He watched the others coo over the little blonde haired baby.

“Thank you so much, baby.” Three months later, the world knew about their two girls after Izuku had posted a video of Blossom giggling away at Katsuki and Shoto making silly faces at her while Y/N just watched in the background with a big smile on her face. That video was the most brought up topic in their latest interviews and they didn’t mind at all telling the world about their girls.

this story belongs to @lolaxbunnyy !!

#anime x black!reader #anime #anime x you #black reader #x reader #todoroki x fem!reader #bakugou x black female reader #bakugou x female reader #todoroki x black!reader #izuku x black!reader #izuku x reader #todobakudeku x reader #pregnant reader #poly relationship

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beforeimdeceased · 10 months

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DARK CONTENT! ⚠︎ abuse, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, and rough sex. please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics.

toxic!dina asking “do you want me to slow down?” and you nearly choking from croaking “no” so fast. barely letting it be a thought. her pace in unforgiving, continuously hitting that soft spot inside you. all you can do is cry out in pleasure. her hands have found themselves on your waist, her tongue latched to your nipple. licking circles that send waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

you’re actually crying now, real tears. it feels so good and you know it’s about to end as you get closer and closer to your peak. you shake underneath her and she helps you ride out the wave then holds you close.

“has anybody else ever made you feel like that?” she’ll ask. eyes almost pleading you to say no. you shake your head and smile at her. “no, you’re the only one.”

but she thinks your lying and dina hates liars. she hates dishonesty. she values loyalty. she’ll spend the entire day thinking about it. on the car ride to the movies, on the car ride back home, and when you finally make it through the doors. she just can’t help but bring it up. “i know that other people have fucked you before.”

and you sigh as you take your shoes off. “dina baby, what are you talking about? what’s the matter hun?” but she can barely get the words out because she a sobbing mess on the floor. you go to comfort her, wrapping her in your arms, and it takes three minutes of that to get her to calm down.

“i’m sorry, i just love you so much. i don’t like thinking of you ever leaving me or being with somebody else.” and you’ll kiss each of her cheeks twice before wrapping your arms around her neck and placing your foreheads together. “i’m not going anywhere, okay?”

the true convincing is done in the bedroom. you’ll have her ride your fingers, tell you how good it feels to have you inside her. trail hickies down her neck and marvel at the delicious sounds she makes. feel her get wetter around you until she’s made a mess of your fingers. dripping down your palms and onto your lap. you take the moment to kiss her earlobe and whisper, “you’re all mine.” in her ear, and that pushes her over the edge.

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nosugarallspice · 8 months

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Hii sweetheart! I have been thinking about what it would be like if you and Ruben were dating for a while, but you are kind of playing hard to get so you two haven't had sex yet. So he invites you for a date at his place, and he treats you so good, he cooks for you, compliments you the whole night and just long story short is the sweetest guy ever. And as the night goes on, you find yourself sitting on his lap on the couch making out, his hands all over you and it obviously gets kind of steamy. He puts his hands under your dress and you break up the kiss. The sweet guy he is, he starts to tell you he understands if you don't want it to go any further, but you tell him you do want that. And he takes you to his bedroom, soft dom vibes - because he is still all sweet and cute but also lets you know who is in charge of the situatuon 🤭 and he praises you a lot, whispers things in your ear and basically fucks you so good he ruins you for anybody else 🤭

Hope you like this idea, sending you many hugs! ❤

- 😇 anon

Hi love!! Sorry it took so long to post this! I hope you’re doing amazing!! // Thank you for sending in such amazing ideas🫶🏽🫶🏽

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 806

Author’s Note: Again, sorry for taking so long to write this love! I added some soft Ruben towards the end. I hope you like it tho:))

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before heading out. Ruben invited you over to have dinner at his place tonight, you wore a sleeveless dress, the one he loved of course.

You finally reached his place, pulling into the driveway. As you walked up towards the door you noticed Ruben waiting with the door open. He looked handsome as always.

As soon as you got close enough he pulled you in for a hug. “Hi, pretty girl.” He smiled, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you inside, shutting the door behind you.

—

Throughout the night he showered you with compliments and kisses of course. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you- you didn’t mind at all. You thought to yourself, how’d you get so lucky with such a handsome, sweet man.

“What are you thinking about?” Ruben’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up, smiling at him. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” He smiled, leaning back against the couch. You took that as an opportunity to move closer to him, now straddling his lap.

“Just thinking about how lucky I got, with you.” Your face inches away from his now. His hands found their way on your hips, gripping gently. “Hm, is that so?” His eyes wandered from your eyes, down to your lips.

You nodded your head, closing the gap between you two, finally kissing him. It didn’t take long for things to get heated between the two of you, his hands slid under your dress, resting on your bare bottom now, which caused you to pull away.

“Shit- I’m sorry, I understand if you still want to wait-“ you cut him off. “No, no I want to.” You giggled. “You just caught me off guard, that’s all, baby.”

You pulled him back towards you, kissing him again. Ruben stood up with you still in his arms, his grip was tight making sure you didn’t fall. He carried you all the way to the bedroom, gently dropping you down onto the bed.

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling him towards you until he landed on top of you. “Someone’s eager.” Ruben grinned, causing you to let out a giggle before pulling him back in for another kiss.

One thing led to another, your clothes ended up on the floor, in a pile. “You’re mine, yeah?” Ruben asked, his lips pressing kisses along your neck. Just as you were about to speak, he pushed into you. A gasp escapes your lips, your eyes staring into his. “Ye-yes, all yours.” You moaned, your hands slipped down, caressing his lower back as he began to move, slow gentle strokes, just to warm you up for what was next.

“You’re so beautiful.” His hand rested on your throat, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a bit shyer than usual, which earned you a smile from Ruben. “What?” He asked, you shook your head. “It’s true, you’re my pretty girl.”

He began to pick up the pace. He leaned back, lifting your leg, resting it over his shoulder, pushing him in deeper with each thrust.

He couldn’t help but moan, staring down at you as he fucked you; such a pretty sight for him, watching his cock disappear in between your folds, the way your back arched, your hands gripping the sheets, oh it did things to do him.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, reaching down to rub your clit, just the way you like. “Taking me so well, baby.”

You were so lost in the pleasure, that you couldn’t put words together, the only thing you could get out were moans.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, eagerly. “Uh huh, so-so good.”

He could tell you were close just by the way your walls gripped his cock, squeezing him.

“So close.” You cried out, your hands reaching for him, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him down. When he was close enough, you kissed him, it was rough but passionate, and messy but you both loved it.

Ruben continued to fuck you through your high before spilling his load inside you.

He gave you a few minutes to relax before pulling out, he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back out with a warm wet towel. Ruben walked over to you, gently running the towel along your thighs, cleaning you up. You smiled up at him.

Ruben couldn’t help but stare; you looked so beautiful, your tired eyes staring into his, a yawn escaping your lips as you laid there, completely fucked out.

He tossed the towel on the floor before getting into bed with you, pulling you close. Your back now pressed to his chest, you let out a satisfied hum as you felt the warmth of his skin against yours.

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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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the world tipped on its side

epilogue - a sip or a spoonful

series masterlist | read on ao3

pairing: francisco "frankie" morales x f!reader

word count: 1.9k

rating & summary: mature | he wants all of your love.

warnings: hospitals, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and feels, discussion of surgery and anesthesia.

notes: we have reached the end of this months-long delve into emotions, disability and family! omg - it's really insane to think that this lil' fic brought me some amazing new friends and introduced me to a great new writing community. twtois is my baby, and i love these two. i hate to say goodbye, but all good stories must come to an end. thank you to everyone who has followed me because of this fic, and/or showed this fic any love. it was a gamble writing about disability - as in, no one coulda read this fic and we would not be here - but like frankie i am a gambling man. and it paid off! so thank you again, and i hope you enjoy.

You’re stuck in the waiting room. Doctors won’t let you past the threshold of the medical floor, so here you are. Family only. Try as you might, the assertion still stings. He’s going to be okay. He has to be. It’s the only thing keeping you from losing your mind.

This ultimate curve ball you’ve been thrown has you reflecting, the flimsy chair you’ve chosen threatening to create a human spill of you at any second. Things with Frankie are easy. You have no clue why you ever wished for anything to come along and complicate that. Except that’s not entirely true—another lie, but you’re getting better at catching yourself.

When you’ve spent so much time acquainted with pain and uncertainty, the lack of it becomes a foreign concept. Existence without struggle is like pulling teeth. Feeling that free-flowing ease that Frankie somehow provides in droves still sometimes makes your skin crawl. It's a learning process. But nothing could possibly be scarier than the thought of losing him. You learned that today. Every other fear, all discomfort you hold fades to the background. He and you are inextricably linked.

A man bursts through the doors of the E.R., a whirlwind for your mind to grasp onto amid the sea of sterile white pain. He’s a bit shorter than Frankie, skin beige and brow creased as he strides through the waiting area like he’s on a mission. His walk makes him impossibly familiar: the way he wears his shoulders like earrings, toddling in the slightest with every right step. When he reaches the front desk and speaks to the attending nurse, his spine only relaxes slightly.

Of course you eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Here to see Francisco Morales,” the man says, speaking precisely.

“I’m afraid he’s not accepting any visitors right now,” the nurse replies.

“You’re looking at his emergency contact. Santiago Garcia…you look it up, you’ll see me.” His words are forceful; a slap across the face with an order to stand at attention.

You mumble an, “Excuse me,” and join Santiago at the attendant's desk. “How is he?”

“Ma’am, I already told you—”

“Please. I’m his…girlfriend,” you say. The word tastes weird in your mouth.

Speaking to Santiago, the nurse says, “I can speak to you. I can’t speak to her.”

Rolling your eyes, you push yourself away from the desk and walk back to your seat. Rubbing fingers into your temples brings no relief to the steadily growing tension headache at your forehead. Your brain is working overtime, thoughts echoing as you try and take deep breaths.

He’s going to be okay.

“Ma’am?”

You’re expecting the nurse again, ready to ask you to vacate the waiting room to make space for the family of someone else—someone more important than him. You fix your mouth to tell her to get bent before you see who it is. Santiago.

“Oh, um—hi,” is all you manage.

He takes the seat next to you, keeping his back straight against the bendy top rail of the chair. “Frankie didn’t tell me he was seeing anybody,” are the first real words to you from this virtual stranger.

“It’s new.”

“I’m glad someone else is here,” he says, presenting you with a hand to shake. You take it, grasp firm around the bones of his knuckles before you let go.

He’s got palms like Frankie’s. Scarred and worn with use, from carrying a gun. From killing people, the back of your mind whispers. You ignore it. What was it that Frankie had said about this Santiago?

“He’s the only one still doing military shit these days…a bit of an asshole. You two probably wouldn’t get along.”

And then there was that other thing—the medical death wish. Perhaps an urge not entirely reserved at the hands of a doctor if he’s out there pretending to be G.I. Joe while all his friends have retired. Suddenly, unfortunately, you understand this Santiago Garcia better than most people you’ll ever meet. The pang of jealousy that hit your stomach at his materialization dissolves as you finally make proper eye contact. You introduce yourself. He does the same, telling you to call him Santi.

“Did they say anything about his condition?”

“He’s fine,” Santi shakes his head. “Just giving him a few to recoup, taking a couple tests.” Silence lingers a while before he broaches the topic of your relationship: when, where, how long. He asks nicely enough that you find yourself answering.

“We met on this stupid fucking movie,” you say. “I needed a helicopter and a pilot to fly it. And I’m sure you know he’s the best.”

“Oh, for sure,” Santi agrees. “You made the right decision.”

“Wasn’t me actually,” you say. Despite yourself, a smile creeps along your face. “My best friend—Mia. She’d worked with him before and it just happened to work out… I don’t know. Strange series of events.”

“Sounds like Frankie.” When you give him a questioning look, Santi explains, “He has a habit of finding himself in unconventional situations. Like crashin’ a fucking helicopter, for example.” The breathy laugh that accompanies his words should lift your spirits, but it doesn’t.

A drop of water falls to the back of your hand, and before your brain can catch up, you’re sobbing in the emergency department waiting room. The pliable chair beneath you threatens to fold with every sob that wracks your body. Santiago sits next to you, frozen in uncertainty.

“Sorry,” you say, voice garbled with tears. “I—it feels like my fault. He shouldn’t have been there in the first place.”

“Look, hey. Listen,” Santi starts, “People like us, like Frankie and me…we do dangerous shit. It comes with the job description. That’s the deal we cut.”

You don’t want that. Not for Frankie, not for Santiago. Not for anyone. You love what you do—what you did, before the accident. You know there is no reward without risk, but somehow that doesn't seem quite fair. The hardship you’ve endured is a different sort of pain, but you know regardless. No one should have to live that life.

“But I can tell you that these last few months, Frankie’s been the happiest I’ve seen him since his kid was born. He’s not one for show ‘n tell, so I wasn’t sure why. But I am now.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“Sweetheart, with all due respect, I don’t say anything that I don’t mean.” He averts his gaze now, staring out at nothing as he says, “Frankie’s been through a lot. Done a lot. I don’t know what he’s told you. But I do know when that man cares about something, he will do anything in his power to get back to it.”

You get tissues from the nurse’s desk, settling in. You’re in the middle of trading Catfish tales when you freeze mid-sentence. The man himself stands before you—patched up and limping, but alive. They’ve taken his clothes and given him a hideous set of toothpaste green scrubs. You practically rush him, pulling Frankie close in a bear hug. The material crinkles like paper beneath you.

Your nose brushes against his jaw, the smell of him under soap and cleaner. Frankie carefully wraps his arms around you in turn. The action warms your skin, bringing you in from the cold.

“You’re okay,” you whisper.

“I’m okay,” he confirms. Frankie pulls back from the hug to look at you. “You saved me.”

“I don’t think—”

“You did. Thank you.”

“Always.” The word falls from your mouth like second nature.

Frankie must spot Santiago over your shoulder, giving him a nod before he pulls you in for another, briefer hug. Then he moves to Santi. You watch as they pat each other on the back like brothers. The shorter man paws at Frankie’s shoulders to get a firm grasp. They share a deep, concentrated stare; their communication is all in the eyes. Maybe that’s where Frankie gets it from. Regardless, you can’t decipher it. Whatever the two men share stays between them. Frankie embraces Santiago, lifting him an inch off the floor for effect.

“Alright,” Santi huffs. “Put me down, Fish.”

“I see you two have already met,” Frankie says as he steps away.

“Quite the lady you got here.”

“He was telling me some stories about your first deployment together,” you say.

“You got here right in time,” Santi says. “Was just about to tell her about how you got that call sign.”

“I think that’s enough storytelling for tonight,” Frankie says resolutely.

You narrow your eyes at him with a laugh. “You can’t escape me, Catfish. I’ll find out sooner or later.”

They let you take Frankie to your car in a wheelchair. Santiago makes Frankie promise to call him before he walks it back to the hospital doors. Frankie’s seat sits at an incline, letting him lay down while he stays buckled in. He looks exhausted, thoroughly worn down and ready for days of bed rest.

“We’re headed home, okay?” you say, readjusting the seat cushion beneath you at a red light. “You’re gonna sleep, and then when you wake up we can order food. That sound alright?”

Your fingers tap against the center console, a tick you’ve picked up from Frankie’s own car habits. You stop when he takes your hand into his own, squeezing gently. He looks up at you with round eyes, dark circles beneath them. He’s okay.

“I’m already there,” Frankie says.

You hate hospitals. The smell of antiseptic can never truly hide the stench of death. Your dad died in one; the possibility of living life as you loved it was robbed from you in a room just like this. And yet here you are putting your faith in this hospital, the doctors that work within its walls, and the spirit of hope that lingers here. Or maybe that's just Frankie.

They've got you in a gown, laid out and waiting. Soon enough, the anesthesiologist will come in with another doctor and stick you with a needle. You'll count back from ten...and light outs. It won't be up to you anymore.

Until then, Frankie's by your side. Holding your hand, kissing your forehead. Talking to you about nothing, really, but you like to hear his voice. He stops you short when he asks, "Where do you want to go first?"

"What?"

"When everything is, y’know, said and done. If you could go anywhere?" he explains.

"Home. In a wheelchair. I won't be doing much of anything," you say.

"Come on, just—anywhere."

You laugh. "Frankie, there's nowhere to go. What, are you gonna wheel me across Europe?"

"If you want," he says.

"You are ridiculous."

"And you still love me for it. Where?” Frankie insists. He's not letting this go.

You sigh as you answer, "I don't know. I kind of liked that story you told about Michigan. With the snow."

"The one where I almost froze to death?"

"Yeah, that one. Except maybe we skip out on that part this time," you say.

"There are more glamourous destinations,” Frankie says.

"You said anywhere. That's where I want."

"The great state of Michigan.” He leans back in the plush seat beneath him. “Okay. I think I can make that happen." His phone chimes. Frankie pulls it from his pocket to take a look. "Mia's on her way."

"What? Why?"

"I called her," he admits.

"She won't be here in time, and then I'll be in surgery for a while," you say. Five hours. Three hundred minutes, give or take, to make or break your life. "I won't be discharged for a few days."

"I'll be here. We both will," Frankie says.

"You don't have to—"

"I'll be here," he repeats, firmer this time. The look in his eyes is fierce; halfway between love and a safety net, your own face reflecting back at you.

Part of you, jagged and lingering, wants to call his bluff—expect the worst and you aren't disappointed when it happens. But no, Frankie looks serious. His face is stone, jaw set tight as he holds your gaze. You have no choice but to trust him. Forever and always.

So you nod, squeezing his hand. "Okay."

tags! @wannab-urs @iamskyereads @anoverwhelmingdin

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago garcia #pedrostories #fic: the world tipped on its side #pedro pascal fanfiction

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dontdodrugs-dome · 10 months

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Deserve better

Anthony haven’t been his normal self and I could tell something was wrong , he’s been in bed all day sulking I decided to not bother him but I can’t have my husband upset especially on his off days , he’s supposed to be relaxing.

I decided to go check on him but when I was making my way upstairs I heard soft sniffles, I rush into the room to see him and when I got a perfect view of him I went over his face , his eyes were red and puffy which indicates that he been crying since I left him alone he has eye bags which means he haven’t been getting the rest he deserves .

“What’s wrong baby ” I say climbing into bed with him and grabbed his hand he hesitates on interlocking his fingers with mine but he did eventually , my eyes meet his and the once happy green eyes were filled with nothing but sorrow , he slid his phone by me signaling for me to read what was on the screen .

It was the comments under one of his posts which he looked fantastic in btw , the comments were either about his ex Jasmine or him supposedly cheating which I know was not true at all they were already broken up when that vid was taken of me and him at a club obviously nobody knows it was me people just assumed it was a hookup and I’m glad because Lord knows they would’ve been coming for me too .

But one comment caught my eye it says “his wife should leave him she deserves better not a cheater ” i look up at him “ baby-” I tried reassuring him but he cut me off " no y/n maybe they are right you deserve someone better than me now I might not be a cheater but that’s what’s attached to my name now ” he says clearly stressed out .

He starts getting up and going to the closet “I’ll do you one better I’ll leave , I’ll let you find the man of your dreams you deserve the world itself and I can’t give you -” he says going on a rant choking up I stare at him in disbelief before cutting him off , pulling him into my arms that’s where he fully breakdown he starts sliding down to the ground and I go with him whispering sweet nothings into his ear .

The hate has clearly gotten to him and I hate seeing him like this “look at me Anthony ” he doesn’t look " Anthony look at me ” I say sternly he finally looks up “ you are more than enough for me , I don’t need another man because I have you , you Anthony Ramos are my everything, I can’t see myself with anybody else , who cares what a stranger says on the internet because at the end of the day I’m not leaving you ” I say while stroking his cheeks with my thumbs .

He starts to smile ,the smile that I’ve been waiting to see all day finally appears on his face “I love you so much baby ” he says staring at me “I love you more ” I say back our lips meet and it was the most passionate kiss ever , true love is what we have and I wouldn’t want it any other way .

#x black fem reader #anthony ramos #anthony ramos x reader

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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sluttiness, you ask? wish granted 😌

I feel like hate sex with daddy! Ari would be so hot, especially because the feelings are genuine and the circumstances are enough to have you genuinely hate this man.

What if Ari wasn’t supposed to be your daddy but he became it anyway and you’ve hated him ever since.

Kidnapping? Obsession? Infatuation? Is 100% the reason why Ari had to have you to himself and not for anybody else. But you’re pissed because you had eyes for someone else and Ari forcefully took his spot to be with you. And you’ve had to suck it up and be with him since then.

But in this moment, you’ve had it. You’re fed up with him. Ari saw you talking to the guy who was supposed to be your daddy and he freaked, pulling you away and taking you both home to teach you a lesson, but instead you’ve boiled over and decided to tell Ari how you truly feel about him. And Ari does the same.

But those heated tensions and ragged breaths when you both said your piece left nothing but painfully obvious sexual tension. Ari was the first to initiate a kiss, you followed suit with kissing him back hungrily and jumping into his large arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Somehow you found yourself bent over in your shared bathroom, your hands desperately grabbing at the marble edges and counters as Ari harshly fucked you from behind.

The vision only made you hotter when you glanced up at him in the mirror: Ari, his 6’7 beefy, soft hairy, and naked body thrusting into your wet canal, his even bigger balls roughly slapping against your clit.

When your head fell into your arms, Ari growled, “eyes up and on me, you fucking slut. I want those eyes on me when you’re cumming like the needy little bitch you are, you hear me?”

He didn’t allow you to answer before he’s lacing a thick hand into your hair and yanking you up. He twisted your locs around his hand and mounted his body on yours, his face right up against the side of yours. All while still fucking you hard with long strokes.

You stared at him in the mirror with no choice, “god, I hate you so bad”

Ari grunted, another guttural growl sounding from the deep depths of his throat as he slapped your ass hard, “likewise, baby, I can’t fucking stand you. But I love fucking this little pussy out of frame. Maybe then you’ll start realizing I’m the only one for you”

You snarled, not before crying out in a pleasure like you’ve never experienced, “fuck you, Ari”

You hated the smile that grazed his gorgeous face and without thought, you were turning your face to meet his in a filthy kiss that had your walls clenching around his large girth that lie seated inside of you. His chuckle resonated throughout his body and within the kiss as he pulled away.

“Mhm, daddy fuckin’ loves you, baby”

Looking at him in the mirror in lust blown eyes, you responded, “I love you too, daddy”

“Tell me who you belong to so I can fill you up” Ari whispered heatedly in your ear, his thrusts punching all air from your body.

“Y-you! ‘M all yours, daddy”

He groaned, biting softly on your earlobe and reaching up to fondle with your tits, “who knew you could be an obedient little bitch”

Ari pushed you down with a hand on the back of your neck, still fucking you wildly until his orgasm took over, the warm feeling of his cum warming and filling you to the brim.

“If we keep this up, you’ll be pregnant in no time, just how I’m planning. It’s time people know that we’re never leaving each other, including that loser guy I saw you with earlier today”

You rolled your eyes, “shut up”

I hope this was slutty enough for you 😵‍💫 love you ❤️

THIS WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH !! I can always count on bestie genie for the sluttiest thots.��

omg mean grumpy daddy!ari ?? YES YES YES

big daddy 😵‍💫 big mean 😵‍💫 big big 😵‍💫 big cock 😵‍💫 big balls 😵‍💫 big hands 😵‍💫 big jealousy 😵‍💫 BIG HATE 😵‍💫 BIG BREEDING 😵‍💫

“Mhm, daddy fuckin’ loves you, baby”

“who knew you could be an obedient little bitch”

GAHH THE PASSION THE ROUGH HATE-LOVE OR LOVE-HATE WHATEVER I LOVE IT 😣😣 I’m on my knees, begging for his hand in marriage. ABSOLUTELY FERAL AND FROTHING, TOP TIER MEAN DADDY !! I WANT MOOREEE

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BESTIE GENIE I AM KITHING YOU AND YOUR BIG SEXY BRAIN SO HARD RIGHT NOW 😤😚😚🫶

#sonny’s fic recs #sonny’s slutty convos #genie<3 #ari levinson #daddy ari levinson #ari levinson drabble #ari loving hours #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fic rec

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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Your local jojo simp sliding in once more :3

Dilftaro X black!fem reader NSFW👀

6789998212 — Dilftaro X Black!fem reader

contains: mentions of sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, penetration (f! receive)

YKW??? ik i can always count on you for these requests like you always pull through and tbh you’re an OG for that. I love u man Also: props to anyone who guesses the title’s meaning 😁

You weren’t really a late night call typa person, and in all honesty, neither was Jotaro. But there was something about hearing his voice so raspy and spent over the receiver in the latter PM hours that made you contemplate your innate dislikes.

“I want you here with me. Right now.”

You could practically hear him pouting through the phone. It was amusing because you know he’d never be brave enough to show you this side of him in person.

Rolling onto your back, you laid an arm over your forehead as the other held your phone to your ears.

“But Jojo, you know I have work early in the morning. I can’t just jump out right now.”

Without a beat, the man replied.

“Then let me come over. Jolyne’s fast asleep and won’t even know I’ve popped out. I won’t be gone long enough for her to notice.”

With a faux gasp at his willingness to disregard his parental activities, you giggled into the receiver.

“Jotaro! That’s not a very responsible adult thing to say.”

“Doesn’t matter.” There was the muffled crackling sound of movement on Jotaro’s end. “Right now, I’m not thinking of being a responsible adult, I just know I want to do adult things with you.”

If only the man could see your current expression. It was rare enough to get much out of the man about how he wanted to spend his time with you let alone words like these.

Let it be anybody else and it would have been classified as mild but the fact that it was him?

“Adult things?” You teased. “Like what?”

“Don’t make me say it. I’d rather show you than talk about it.”

His tone was gruff, as usual, but there was an edge to it that you couldn’t decipher. With a hum, you decided to test that edge.

“If you don’t say it out loud then how will I know you’ll actually mean it when you come see me? I need confirmation that you’ll keep your end of the deal.”

“Woman, I—” He couldn’t even finished his words. All he could do was sigh and it amused you because you could even imagine just how done he looked.

But for a few seconds, Jotaro didn’t say much else. You knew the things that made him tick weren’t necessarily the same as your own and sometimes were unexplainable. However, it’s when you heard him warmly hum underneath his breath, that you knew he wasn’t mad.

Oh no, Jotaro was anything but.

“I really want to make love to you but seriously make love to you.” His voice was low but in a very smooth and easy way.

With an upwards hum at his daring words, you encouraged his behaviour.

“Oh? Like ‘put a baby inside of me’ make love or ‘let’s keep going until the AMs’ typa make love?”

The man made an unsure sound.

“Both? I dunno. I just wanna be deep in you — Definitely cum inside you. I haven’t done that in a while.” Hearing him work through his thoughts definitely burned a fiery passion within your heart.

“No, you haven’t.” You softly clarified as you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, your arm now coming from covering your head and just over your stomach on the blanket.

“In fact…” There was another shuffling sound on the other end of the receiver but this time it was the thick flickering of pages. “It’s been 9 months and 27 days since the last time we fucked raw.”

“You’ve been keeping count?!”

“No, I’ve been journaling it. But yes, I’m aware of how long since it’s last been.” He reinforced.

With a shocked but amused face, you couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarre notion of Jotaro having these intricacies about you archived.

However, it was nice to know he was getting more comfortable with telling you these things. Jotaro could be quite reserved at times, and say things in a way that seemed strange to you, but over the years he’s opened up to you a lot more. His tendencies were so recognisable to you now and if anything, they only turned you on more.

“What’s so funny?” The man asked. He must have heard you snickering.

“Nothing, Jojo.” You ensured. “I’m just thinking that’s the same amount of time it’d take to have a baby so if I wasn’t on anything at the time—“

“I would love to impregnate you multiple times over.” He darkly noted.

Now it was you who was stuttering to find the right words. With your skin growing hot, you tried to ask for clarification.

“Y-you… What, you want more kids?” You muttered.

Jotaro made a thoughtful hum. It was then followed by an even more thoughtful statement.

“No, I don’t think I do. I’d definitely like to see your belly swell with child and your breast leak with milk, but I don’t know if I want the repercussions of a child.”

Surprised at his new found bravery but enticed by his imagined plans for you, you continued to tread icy waters. Bringing your hands underneath the blanket, you probed the man.

“So.” You sultry purred. “You’re saying that if I let you come over you’d knock me up?”

With a deep chuckle the man disagreed.

“No. I’m saying that if you let me round then i’d come to fuck your beautiful pussy, split it open with my cock and then pour my semen into your womb with the intention to bear you with offspring. I’d plug your cunt with my fingers so none of my seed spills but I’d do all of that again and again and again and again till you’re so utterly spent and so full of my come that you wouldn’t even know which ways up — the only thing you’d know is that you’d have to wait those nine months until you see the fruits of our labour.”

Speechless at his words, you could only inhale deep unsteady breaths.

The lewd activities Jotaro had spoken out loud for you was driving you crazy. Knowing he must have been thinking about doing this to you for so long — enough for him to keep count of the days — sparked an unbridged lust within your chest.

Speaking up first, Jotaro broke the silence. His voice didn’t have a hint of amusement in but you knew he felt smug knowing he’d already won you over.

“So? If I knock on your door in 30 minutes time, you’ll open up, yes?” He deadpanned.

With a rather exasperated sigh you had to momentarily close your eyes in order to regather yourself. You know you had work in the morning and you really should advise Jotaro to stay home but there was just no way you could deny him this.

“Don’t worry about knocking.” You breathed. “It’ll already be open.”

A satisfied hum sounded from the other side.

“Good. I’ll see you then.” Jotaro’s voice was a lot more softer before he ended the call.

Removing the phone from your ears, all you could do was stare up at the ceiling in shock, albeit a shock that continued to flame the warm feeling that was circulating around your body.

You know he said to give him half an hour but you also knew Jotaro would find a way to make it in much less.

Finally deciding you should get ready for him, you slipped yourself out of bed and made your way to put something a bit more revealing on.

With a coy smile, your lips turned up at the corners.

Maybe late night calls weren’t so bad after all.

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Good at Goodbyes Part 2

You had no idea where you were going or what you were doing I mean you were stranded in Vegas but the man that supposedly loved you. You shivered the cold and crisp Vegas air at night definitely giving you goosebumps you whimpered at the pain of your heels and you quickly took them off not caring if your bare feet touched the sidewalk.

"Jack I can't believe you kicked her out the damn car turn this shit around now." Neelam yelled at Jack who instantly regretted kicking you out of the car, he fucking hated himself and he knew you hated him much more.

“Its too late now to turn back around Neelam I’ll have the drive circle around and find Y/N but for now we have to hurry up and get Jack on stage.” Drama told Neelam and all Neelam could do was shake her head at Jack he could feel her eyes digging into him.

Once Jack arrived to the arena his entire energy was off he couldn’t focus he was stressed and worried sick about if you’re okay he felt like a jackass and he was a jackass he was getting mad at you over some earrings. That night all of Jack’s fans could tell something was off about him but they weren’t sure what.

You shivered as you got back into the hotel room the driver ended up finding you at one of the bus stops near the strip trying to hide yourself from the rain you were forsure catching a cold possibly the flu. You had somewhat successfully taken a shower the warm water helping with the coldness after you showered you brushed your hair and teeth before settling into bed.

Your eyes closed slowly the sleep starting to take over you and you knew you should’ve texted Jack or anybody else for that matter but you had no intention on seeing them as nobody stood up for you.

You woke up to the sound of sniffling you sat up slowly rubbing your eyes before squinting your eyes the Vegas sun shinning in bright, you looked to your side and there Jack was sitting on the chair with tears streaming down his face.

“Jack? Why are you crying it’s literally.” You paused and picked up your phone seeing it’s now 11am.

“Baby I’m so sorry about yesterday fuck I should’ve never ever kicked you out of the car over some damn earrings I’m so sorry please forgive me.” Last night? you thought for a minute before flashbacks of Jack yelling at you and kicking you out of the car flashed through your head. He went to reach for your hand but you quickly pulled it back a look of hurt flashed through Jack’s eyes.

“Don’t touch me you don’t get to touch me and you don’t get to sit here and cry. You kicked me out of the car over some earrings Jack and left me alone in a city I’ve never been in before.” You whispered your bottom lip quivering.

“I know Y/N please just-.” Jack went to interrupt you but you shook your head at him not wanting to hear any excuse or bullshit apology he had to offer.

“I don’t want to hear it anymore Jack you hurt me last night and some apology isn’t going to fix that you left me alone in the streets of some city I’ve never been in all by myself it was raining Jack.” The tears flowing freely down your face now and you had no intention on stopping them you wanted him to understand how you felt and how much pain he’s caused you.

“What does that mean for us then.” You breathed in heavily you tried to avoid his burning gaze but he knew your answer to his question all he could do was nod and smile weakly at you.

“I think it’s best we have time apart for a bit Jack I’m sorry.” You muttered as Jack stood up and brought you into his embrace you were a bit hesitant at first and it pained him that you weren’t comfortable in his embrace anymore it pained him to know he hurt you when he always promised to love and adore you.

“I love you Y/N.” Did he love you? You couldn’t bring yourself to say those three simple words back he kissed the top of your head before giving you one last glance and leaving the room, as soon as the door shut you broke down crying all you could do was bring your knees up to your chest and cry.

Later on that day everyone was in the suv on the way to Jack’s next show and it was awkward and the tension in the car could be sliced with a knife. You had forgiven Neelam but as for everyone else you tried your best to avoid them all but they’d try to make conversation here and there but nothing but a few sentences or words were spoken.

It felt as if Jack had became a stranger to you no words were spoken just a few glances here and there he’d smile at you but no smile was returned.

You had your head against the windows with your headphones plugged in just tuning everyone and everything out you wanted so badly to go home and cuddle up in your bed and cry while eating a pint of ice cream. You were dozing off until someone started shaking on your arm, it was Neelam.

“Come on we made it to the venue.” You nodded before collecting your things and following her inside where everyone was waiting for the two of you. You sat somewhere in the corner just scrolling through your phone as Jack went over songs he was going to perform that night.

“Are you doing already best friends tonight? Or are you scrapping it from the set list for tonight.” Drama asked Jack, whenever Jack performed already best friends he always brought you with him on stage and sang it with you but with everything that just went down he wasn’t so sure.

“I guess scrap it from the list since people can’t let things go.” Jack tried to mutter but you heard loud and clear and that’s when things went south after that.

“People can’t let things go? Are you honestly kidding me right now Jack you fucking left me alone in goddamn Vegas in the streets all alone. You spat at him and Urban quickly had to hold you back as well as 2fo and a few of the other guys.

“And I apologized to you Y/N but you can’t accept my apology I’m sorry baby I wasn’t thinking right.” You rolled your eyes at him here he went with the same lame apologizes. You looked around seeing as everyone was holding you back and you knew you’ve had enough this wasn’t your type of scene anymore. All the ones that claimed they loved you were treating you as if you were the villain.

“Honestly Jack you are just like poison but not the good kind.”

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Part 1

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Personal Problem

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 1946 Summary: Halloween party at Steve's with the whole bunch, and a movie to top it off. Everoyne's in costume and Eddie dressed up as Axl Rose has you wanting to tear his clothes off, only that Eddie really puts a damper to your mood when you tell him that you're wet Warning/Tags: shameless smut/porn, mutual masturbation, bit of dirty talk, use of a vibrator (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI A/N: better late than never but still in time for @sparklingsin 's Spookinktober. I took the prompt "I'm wet - sounds like a personal problem" from the list, and already knew what I wanted to write, but work got in the way, soooo still in time for Halloween, here we go! The first thing I've written in weeks, but at least it looks like I'm back

Steve’s Halloween party was actually something you’d been looking forward to, because instead of it being one of these bis parties, it was a get together for you and your friends. Of course, there was alcohol for the older ones, music, a couple more people than had been invited, but it wasn’t going to be a party that would have Steve clean up the whole place for two days. Dustin and Mike were lost in debate about God knows what, whole Max and El giggled about something in the corner, definitely up to something. It was a comfortable atmosphere with all the people you loved around. But you only had eyes for your boyfriend. Why? Apart from being absolutely in love with him, he was dressed like Axl Rose, because you’d once told him that you think he’s sexy and that the look would suit Eddie. He’d kept that in mind and had surprised you with that Halloween costume, destroying your idea of maybe going for a couples costume, but it didn’t matter once you saw him.

Your own costume consisted of denim shorts, a red tanktop and white slippers, looking like Baby in Dirty Dancing in the scene on the bridge. You’d even styled your hair like hers as much as that was possible. You’d woven a story around both your costumes, that Baby had opted for the rockstar instead of the dancer, pissing her parents off even more, but in the end: Love wins. Not that anybody needed a story, but you liked it.

Eddie though… Damn, you’d nearly kept him at home and hadn’t made it to the party, because seeing him like that had made you squeeze your thighs together. It had been him who’d pretty much dragged you out of your apartment to get to the party, not even realising how much he made your head spin. Just looking at him, seeing him in that outfit with a bright smile on his lips made your mouth water and arousal pool low in your belly.

But you still had to make it through the movie somehow. After that you could hopefully drag him back home and have your way with him, because while the outfit definitely turned you on, the man inside those clothes turned you on even more.

Sitting next to him once the movie started, you leaned close to his ear, because it wasn’t fair that you were squirming in your seat while he was completely infazes, so you wanted to change that.

“I’m wet, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, letting your lips drag along his earlobe, and while he shivered at the touch, his words made your jaw drop.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” he whispered back, his hand landing on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze.

You gasped audibly, drawing attention from Steve and Robin towards you, when you leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt Eddie move closer, his lips now next to your ear.

“I’m just kidding, you know that?” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin on your thigh.

“Mhm,” you answered and left it at that. Sure he was kidding. But he’d see what this would get him in the end.

You didn’t say anything else during the movie, feeling a little frustrated because of him, but you knew how to pay him back once you were home. So after you’d said goodbye to the others, you dropped off Dustin, before you drove to your apartment. Eddie was raving about the movie, how good it was, and scary and you simply nodded along, because you hadn’t really paid attention, too pissed off because of his comment. Usually it was something that made him all hot and bothered, ready to get you home as quickly as possible to tear your clothes off. Not today. And it was a bit confusing.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he eventually asked when he stopped in front of the building, shutting off the engine.

“Nothing, just tired.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you didn’t want to discuss this in the car. Or at all to be honest.

“Are you sure?”

“Eddie,” you sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt, before you opened the door. “I just wanna go home, alright?” You gave him a curt smile, before you closed the door and went ahead to the front door, unlocking the doors to the building then alter to the apartment, Eddie following close behind.

You felt him wrap his arms around you from behind once the door was closed. Just for a second, you melted into him, longing to be close to him, but then you thought better of it and stepped out of his embrace.

“Alright, princess, you need to tell me what’s up, cause I’m drawing a blank here as to what I did.”

It was difficult for you to keep your distance, because he still looked so incredibly hot that you wanted to jump his bones. But no, not right now, not like this.

“There’s just some personal problem I need to take care of, that’s all,” you said, shrugging your shoulders, before you took off your shoes, whipped your tanktop over your head while heading to the bedroom. Your shorts followed shortly after that, as well as your panties that were drenched in you slick, because even though Eddie’s response had put a damper on your mood, you’d still been squirming in your seat, aching for some release, and that was what you were going to get now.

Eddie stood rooted to the spot for a moment, before he realised what you were talking about. With a sigh, he followed you.

“You know that I didn’t really mean that, right?” he called out to you, before he reached the bedroom door, where he had to swallow, being faced with your naked butt while you were leaning down to your nightstand, rummaging through the drawer. “What are you doing?” His eyes wandered from your ass up your back while you straightened again. When you turned around to him, you could see him swallow.

“Told you… I’m gonna take care of my personal problem.” Your eyes caught on the front of his pants, where you could see what your look did to him. You bit your lip when you saw his eyes widen at the sight of your vibrator. “And you’re not allowed to touch me. This is my problem after all.” Oh you were beginning to enjoy that, knowing how hard he was getting in his pants just at the mere sight of you right now, knowing what you were about to do.

You crawled onto the bed, wiggling your butt to give him something more to look at, and you were happy that he really didn’t move, still stood where he was when you turned around on the bed and settled back against the pillows. You hadn’t worn a bra because it hadn’t gone with the costume, so that was perfect now. Your nipples were already pebbling because of the situation, because of the way Eddie looked at you.

Your eyes locked with his, you put your vibrator to your lips, swirling your tongue around it, just to tease Eddie, because you were already dripping onto the bed. When you lowered your hand and pushed the vibrator between your folds, Eddie moaned at the sight, wasting no time to push his pants down.

“What are you… doing?” you asked a little breathlessly, already feeling the pleasure from the vibrations and the penetration, but what really made you squirm a little was the look on Eddie’s face.

“You said not to touch you. You said nothing about myself!” His eyes darted to yours, before they slowly scanned over your body, resting for a moment on your perky nipples, before his eyes dropped down to your cunt again, watching how you fucked yourself with that vibrator. Eddie didn’t have a problem with toys in the bedroom, absolutely not, he liked using them together with you, but right now, he was jealous of a goddamn toy, and it was his own fault.

“Mhh fuck Eddie… feels so good,” you moaned, closing your eyes, head pushed back against the pillows. You were teasing him on purpose and you knew that it was working by the way he groaned and stepped closer to the bed. When you opened your eyes again you could see him get on his knees on the bed between your spread legs, careful not to touch you anywhere.

The sight of him on his knees, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, hips thrusting forward to fuck his fist, was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. Spurred on by his reaction to seeing you like this, you decided to put on a little show for him.

“So good… So so good, Eds… fill my pussy so good with your big cock!” Your moans got louder, your hand moving faster to fuck yourself with your vibrator, the other hand grabbing your left tit, squeezing it, pinching your nipple.

“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me, princess!” Eddie groaned, inching even closer, eyes darting between your pussy and your face, the look of pleasure on it almost too much for him.

“God Eddiiiiee!” You drew out his name, loving the way his hips stuttered a little when you did that, his movements going erratic. “‘M so close… mhh fuck I’m gonna come!” You could feel the pleasure building, felt the knot in your stomach about to snap.

“Please… please come for me, princess. Wanna see you when you do!” Eddie was close as well, only holding out to focus on you, to look at you while you were making yourself come.

“Oh… God… fuck!” Your back arched off the bed when that knot snapped, wave after wave of pleasure shaking your whole body, making your head swim, but you were still aware of something warm and wet hitting your stomach.

“Fuuuuck!” you heard Eddie moan, losing it himself, his come covering your stomach. When you looked up and your eyes locked with his, he did look a bit sheepish. “Didn’t touch you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t!” You couldn’t help but laugh at this situation, at him, because you could have sent him out, probably should have, but you loved seeing and hearing him come too much to not experience this together.

“That was fucking hot, I have to say!” Eddie leaned over you, his cock brushing against your folds, making you his due to being so sensitive. His head dipped down to kiss your lips, then your cheek.

“Mhm it was… still…” Even though it had been amazing, and you would definitely do that again, you were still a bit pissed because of his reaction earlier.

“How about I make it up to you? My behaviour at the party?”

“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked, closing your eyes because his kisses felt so good.

“Hmm maybe I could carry you to the shower, since we both need it… And then gonna lather you up, get you all clean, only to turn you around then and fuck you so that you won’t be able to walk back to bed. How does that sound?” His words whispered in your ear made you shiver and arousal pool between your legs once again.

“Mhh sounds good,” you admitted breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he started to sit back and lift you up.

“Good… Really gotta make my behaviour up to you.”“Mhm… I agree!” Still, you smiled, because you knew that Eddie always made it up to you.

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p a i n | scream 4 ; c.walker

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Summary ;

--- Charlie has you at his mercy... But is he merciful at all?

Pairing ;

Charlie Walker x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, overstimulation / pain, oral sex (male giving), bondage (wrists are tied to bed), biting/marking + rough treatment, pet names, dacryphilia, safewords/consensual, use of pet names (kitten, baby, princess), body fluids, edging mentions of throat fucking,

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“If you can’t handle this, the safeword is banana…” Charlie gives you a sweet peck on the lips as he gazes at you. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asks for the thousandth time. You nod and smile, pulling him into a kiss. “Baby, I can handle it.”

But this was almost five hours ago. He’s had you tied up and at his mercy for five hours. You refuse to use the safeword, you want to see just how far he’ll go, how much pushing you can take and you know it’s a dangerous game you’re playing but it feels too good to stop. It hurts in all the best ways...

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“ Are you about to cry, kitten?” his voice is husky, dangerous as he pulls himself up from between your thighs to mumble against the shell of your ear, “You look so fuckin pretty when you cry.” he chuckles as he says it, lowering his head to bury his face in your tits, leaving a harsh bite or two against your skin. He’s already covered you in bites and bruises, he’s been eating you out for nearing five hours now and he refuses to let you cum like you’re dying to and he tells you that this is just the beginning.

The more you squirm your hands against the silk scarves holding them against the iron slats of the headboard, the more he teases. Edging you until you’re shaking and moaning, broken whimpers falling from your lips as his tongue curls and his fingers scissor inside your pussy deep. He says he’s going to keep going until you can’t remember anybody else’s name but his.

He’s not lying, either.

“Fuck me, please?” you beg, trying to squirm away when his tongue circles your clit yet again just before his lips latch against the oversensitive, tender bundle of nerves. You’re so wet there’s a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Your plea only gets a quiet chuckle and when he shakes his head, you whine in need. “I need you, I… Wanna feel your cock inside me.”

He pulls himself up your body, grabbing your jaw in his hand as he bites your bottom lip and sucks until it’s starting to ache. “I told you, kitten… I’m gonna have fun with you tonight.”

“Baby, please!” you whine out, arching yourself against him, just to get more friction going. “I..Fuck.” you can’t form words properly at this point and your pussy is throbbing painfully.

And then he’s got his head buried between your thighs all over again, teeth sinking into the tender flesh that forms your pelvic mound as you feel him starting to leave behind yet another bite and bruise.

“Baby, I…”

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to and maybe I’ll think about letting you get off.” Charlie’s words are muffled, he’s got his mouth full, licking you clean. You long to be able to at least grab hold of his hair and pull, something. But he’s got his arms around your thighs to keep your legs spread open for him and his hands are holding your hips flat against his bed. Your hands are tied, you can’t do anything but lie there and take it, begging for your own release, anything that might make the pain go away.

“Yours!” you moan out, back arching again as his tongue drags over your sensitive bud and then down your slit, him gazing up at you with a proud smirk as he sucks one of your folds, “Fucking right it is, princess.” he chuckles, bringing himself back up your body, releasing your hands from the way he had them tied to the iron slat in his headboard. Your hands are free now, you can touch him and grab him and pull his hair.

“Think you can be a good girl and scream my name real loud, kitten?” he asks, licking the outer edge of your ear and sending a shiver through your body. “Yes, yes.. Please.. Fuck me, Charlie, I..” you’re grabbing at his shoulder, your nails digging into his flesh which only makes him growl quietly and chuckle, “You what, kitten? Want my cock?”

“Soooo bad, Charlie.. Please?”

He licks his lips and pulls away from you, unzipping his pants, letting them settle on the floor of his bedroom. As he lowers his boxers and his cock springs free, he steps over to you.

“Can I fuck your pretty little throat first? I miight even let you get off when I’m fucking you with my fingers while I do it.. But you’ve gotta keep bein good for me, kitten..”

His fingers bury back in your cunt deep, stretching you out as he works you open and fucks you with them. “Open your pretty little mouth baby..” he instructs, tapping his cock against your lips.

#charlie walker #charlie walker smut #charlier walker imagine #charlie walker fanfiction #charlie walker x fem!reader #<- minors absofuckinlutely not. this is a general warning for all my adult content.#-> please read all warnings posted above BEFORE you proceed reading.#<- female reader ; vague description (female parts)#tppkinktober2022 #kinktober22 #kinktober2022 #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022

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Feels Like Home

Summary: you’ve been dating Brian Flanagan for quite some time now and you’re just anxiously waiting to get married. He hasn’t popped the question and you feel like he never will at this point. You two decide to move back to Jamaica so that you can relax and live your life without the constant pressure of your families.

Pairing: young female ready x Brian Flanagan

*alcohol, and pure fluffiness from yours truly

“Come on, Y/N, I told the guys we’d be there 20 minutes ago!” Brian reaches to grab your hand, practically dragging you out the door.

“You look beautiful by the way, can’t wait to introduce you to the boys.” He smirks

“Thanks baby, you look quite handsome yourself,” you say giving him a kiss on his tanned neck.

“Ohhh watch it, we’re gonna be even more late if you keep that up.” He winks at you as you two walk out to your jeep.

You pull up the beach and walk over to the bar that Brian manages. You’re a little nervous to meet everyone but you know it means a lot to Brian. He grabs your hand as you get closer and he kisses your temple. You smile, looking up at him, “I love you so much Brian. You know I wouldn’t meet anybody in a bikini on a beach for just anyone.” You giggle, gripping his hand even tighter.

You reach the bar, and everyone behind it starts cheering. “Hey boss man is here!” “What’s up boss, what are you drinking?” “How’s our guy doing? Oh he brought his girl with him!”

You immediately smile as you can see how much Brian’s employees like him. That made you feel so proud of him.

“Hey Brian, are you going to introduce us to your beautiful girl?” One of the bartenders asks.

Brian chuckles, “this beautiful girl is my girlfriend, Y/N. I am the luckiest man alive, aren’t I boys?”

They all whistle and cheer, making you blush. “Hi everyone, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you,” you say making your way to the bar, leading Brian with you.

Brian looks at you, “beer? Or would you like me to go make you one of my rum specialties?” He kisses you before you can answer.

“I think I’ll have a beer,” you give him another kiss.

“Man, you really are my kind of woman,” he grins.

Lucas, one of the bartenders brings you a beer, “hey Flanagan, when are you going to put a ring on her finger?” He asks, making you grin down at the floor.

“I’ll do it when the time is right, Lucas. You owe me a beer, remember?” Brian says laughing, as he puts an arm around you.

You look up at him with a smirk, “you know, I’ve been asking myself that same question.”

He pulls you closer and whispers, “the time will be right soon, I promise.” He kisses your ear and it send a shock down your spine. And he knows it too.

You two finally return home after a night of fun at the bar with Brian’s employees and friends. You had already changed into one of Brian’s shirts and a pair of cute panties, ones that you knew he would love on you.

You walk into the bedroom after taking off your makeup to find Brian sitting on the edge of the bed. “Well aren’t you just too cute,” he grins. You walk over and lift yourself onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. You lean into him, “you know something Brian, this place feels more and more like home every day. There’s just something different about creating a life with the person you love most.” You give him a kiss and start to run your fingers through his hair as you lean back to look at him.

“I’m glad you feel that way, because I feel the same way, Y/N,” he gives you another kiss.

“I’m serious Brian, I don’t see myself anywhere else unless you’re right beside me.” You tell him, pulling yourself into him, wrapping your arms around him tighter.

Brian embraces your hold, but after a few seconds he pushes you away gently still holding your waist. “Marry me, Y/N.” He says as his emerald eyes pierce through yours.

You knew he was serious by that look. But you still wondered… “Flanagan, are you drunk?”

“Yes, but I’m serious. I want you, forever. Let’s get married and start a life together. Start a family. I’d really love twins!” He exclaims.

You laugh, “twins, huh? You sure you won’t get spooked with twins?”

“Never. Now what do you say? I think Mrs. Y/N Flanagan sounds rather nice, don’t you think?”

“It definitely has a nice ring to it, speaking of.. where is my ring Mr. Flanagan?”

“We can go look tomorrow, I’ll buy you whatever ring you want, so long as you agree to marry me.”

“Hmmm, any ring I want?”

“Any ring you want. I promise.”

You giggle, “I’d love to marry you Brian, almost as much as I’d love to have to biggest rock on my hand that Jamaica has ever seen!”

Brian laughs and throws his head back, “okay so tomorrow, we find a ring, we get married.. deal?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal!” You shout as you draw him in for another kiss.

You’ve never felt more at home.

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the look he gives translates his skepticism with the denial. nevertheless , eden chooses not to poke at the metaphorical bear again. he’s endeared , though. so utterly endeared with that side of kyungsoo that he’s showing him more of every single day. there’s always been an ease to their bond. the two seeking one another , rather than ones they knew longer and knew them better , on days that were less than bright. finding more comfort in one another — even when staying silent , for hours sometimes — than anybody else. eden gently rubs his thumb underneath his eye. it’s the younger’s way of providing reassurance , telling his lover that his emotions are safe to be shown around him. “ who would have ever thought you could be so sweet. ” he did. in hindsight , he can’t deny the glaringly obvious sweet spot the older has always had for him. softer in his interactions with him , despite the constant bickering of the pair. unbelievably patient when dealing with a neurotic eden and never failing to bringing back a smile on his face. what did eden do to deserve him ? “ you’ve always made me happy. ”

“ i still very much want to tear you apart , and expect you to make it up to me. ” unreasonable ? certainly. would eden be eden if he reacted any other way ? certainly not. “ it was … it was sort of pointed out to me , quite a while back , that you and i were too close to only be friends. ” he consciously chose to ignore what was obvious to an exterior eye. he buried his head deeper in the sand the closer they got. despite the pointlessness of what ifs , he can’t help but linger on what could have been had he put on his big boy pants much earlier. no more ignoring. his feelings are out there , spoken loud and clear. never again will he shield his heart from his other half. eyes fall shut with the sentiment being reciprocated so candidly , and repeatedly. it engulfs him in the warmest and safest of hugs. in such moment , he finds it hard to remember why they need to hide when it feels so right to love him and be loved by him. “ how can it not be ? i spend so many months persuading myself that you could never reciprocate my feelings , that i’d have to keep on watching you being with all these other people — ” there’s no keeping the grimace at bay, “ — until you found someone to fall in love with. i thought i’d only ever be your friend. ” it would take eden some time to get used to the new normal , but the gentle affection of his lover tremendously helps. he squeezes at his waist. “ remember that when i’m such a pain in your ass that you regret ever knowing him. ” he jokes. “ i love you. ”

inevitably, he melts under eden’s touch. it feels natural to want to be near him — it has always been like this from day one. everything his best friend said he loved about eden, he can see it with overwhelming clarity. “why are you acting like i’ve never said a sweet thing to you?” it would be heartbreaking if all that he’s told eden prior slipped from his mind, when he can hardly recall the last time he fell quite as hard for someone else. has he ever? it is terrifying to think too much about it, about how this is irreplaceable when he has always been too comfortable hiding his heart from the world. you’ve always made me happy. his lips lift into a small smile, the previous tension in his chest from the earlier dispute dissipating. “good.” his lips press on top of eden’s forehead, as gently as it is humanly possible. “i plan on continuing it.” for a long, long time. perhaps, for the rest of his life if he is allowed. but it is too early for grand promises and he’s always been warned that he falls too hard and too fast.

“i’ll give you everything you want, baby.” he promises in a whisper to eden’s ear, before he pulls away slightly and curiosity replaces the lust that sparks in his eyes. “by who?” maybe they were much worse actors that they think they are, though he must admit that it is increasingly hard to keep his mind off someone with such significance in his life. i spent so many months persuading myself that you could never reciprocate my feelings — “when did you... start feeling this way for me?” he asks, his tone sincere before his lips close again. it takes him some time to dare and tell the truth. “... i never wanted to be your friend.” not just friends. yes, it does make him sound that much more terrible when he confesses it aloud, but it’s bound to come out sooner or later. he was drawn the moment he saw him and every day was torture — to know that he’s in love with someone as close to him as a brother. “you know that you’re a pain in the ass? wow, that’s new to me. congrats on your newfound self-awareness.” he teases, though he leans closer nonetheless. “i love you more.”

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