#plant dad Buck

[goddessbuck]

okay but eddie not being in the coma dream makes so much sense because we were told by coma dream hen that eddie was broken and angry from losing christopher but subconsciously that to buck a broken eddie is an eddie behind a locked door he has to try and break down to get to, so of course eddie wasn’t there. eddie was somehwere locked behind his bedroom door and buck was stuck somewhere inbetween himself and death. but who was there? christopher. just like christopher was outside of eddie’s door when buck ran to their house when chris called. can you help me find my dad like it’s christopher telling buck that he tried to talk to him but eddie won’t come out. but buck can’t help him, he’s not real but the guilt of saying no is and so he runs off to save himself instead because eddie is not behind that door in reality because he already helped him out from behind it. christopher being in that hallway with his parents and daniel was a temptation, something to keep him in that hellish dreamscape and it was important for buck to tell him no i can’t help find your dad but the fact that he was even there means that chris, and by proxy eddie, is a temptation for buck despite eddie not even being there. so yeah, eddie not physically being there was really important actually

#911 #911 spoilers #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #i literally can’t get buck seeing chris in that hallway scene out of my head to save my life #like why him?? why was he there??? it’s such a random detail but like #a seed was being planted there and i am soooo intrigued by it #something something dads and sons something something an allusion to eddie’s breakdown #something something buck will always fight to be there for the diaz boys but in his dream he can’t do that w/o reckoning with himself first

[kombuuuu]

Miles 42 headcanons?

no one asked but i’ll deliver !!

Miles!42 x Fem!Reader random headcanons

also a lot of snippets :)

You/Reader: Blue

Miles Morales: Purple

Mama Rio/Rio Morales: Pink

Uncle Aaron/Aaron Morales: Orange

Random/stranger: Black

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gift giving love language duhhh

Will have you walk with him through malls and whatever you look at for a second too long he buys

You don’t catch on until you’re both eating at a nice restaurant, absentmindedly staring at some plant when a lull in conversation happens.

He purchases the plant.

“Fuck you mean I can’t buy it?”

“Sir, the plants aren’t for sale, this is a dining establishment.”

“Establish the fact I’m gettin’ that plant.”

“Sir—“

50 bucks down and a plant 🆙

He will damn right die if you refuse him. He’ll get all grumpy and pouty when you say he should save for a house, not for you.

convinced you just get shy when bought things (you do).

is even more motivated to buy things

“Miles, baby, you need to save up. Not spend on me!”

“This would look so good on you, Ma.”

“Are you listening??”

“Fuck, and this.”

“Oh my god.”

gets so jealous it’s unbelievable

but only when someone goes too far with you

it’s like 1–100 real quick

he’s not usually the prowling type (ha)

but when someone pushes the line he loses his shit

other than that he’s a supportive bbg all the way

“Wanna go home with me, butterface?”

“Fuck you just say?”

“Nothing homie just get outta here.”

“Say that shit again ‘homie’.”

“Chill the fuck out. Let the lady speak for herself.”

“I’ll fucking speak for my girl all I want, homeboy.”

maybe got a liiiiittle bit of an anger issue

guy went home with a broken nose and a missing tooth

better hope he can afford fill ins

he would never get mad at you though

he gets frustrated you don’t listen sometimes, but it’s never to the point of anger

feel like he has the patience of a fucking SAINT

calm and collected baby u know the deal

“Mami, we gonna have a problem?”

“”

“Didn’t think so.”

a SWEETHEART at times

stand by him being raised right

mama rio taught him to be a romantic

wanted him to take after his dad

so flowers and gifts and chocolates

followed by lovin of any kind

probably a baby for affection but doesn’t show it

so when you get all emotional about being gifted roses for the first time

and hug him and smother him

give him stupid little kisses all over

he’s fainting

poor boy doesn’t know love like u show him

“Baby, are these for me?”

“Yeah, Chiquita. They okay?”

“Wh… They’re perfect.”

“Are you cryin’? I can return ‘em.”

“No! No, no, don’t do that.

I love them, C’mere.”

when you guys get rlly comfortable, like a year and some dating, he ends up getting more chatty

willingly talking w you for hours

feels like you’re the only person he can rlly do that with

rambles so rarely that you kind of just sit in awe when it happens

doesn’t catch himself until he’s trying to name your future kids

“I’ll marry you one day, we’ll have like two, three kids. Get all nice an cozy.

You want a boy or girl? I kinda want both. Definitely not girl first, never having a girl without a brother to protect ‘er.

You’d be such a good Mami.

What’d you wan’ name ‘em? I have a few ideas—“

“..”

“But you could choose the girl cause I don’t know any pretty names. And i’ll choose—“

“..”

“..”

“You gon’ let me keep goin?”

“I love your voice.”

“Tranquila, mami.”

Takes you to every family event he ever has

sits you regularly with Rio and Aaron

they insist you call them uncle and ma

you do, obviously

miles doesn’t need to meet your family if you don’t want him to, but if he ever does he’s totally suave with them

like weirdly smooth

able to get on ur carers good side quick

when you meet his extended family they’re just as loving

his whole family is this bright dash of colour

and you fit right the fuck in

“¡Oh, hija estás preciosa!”

“Dice la estrella de la fiesta!”

“You flatter me, Hija.”

“Miles, come get your girl.”

“You look nice too, Uncle Aaron.”

“..Thanks, kid.”

“Hey Mami, havin’ fun?”

“Aight, I’m out.”

when you find out he’s the prowler you’re not really shocked

he’s hella nervous to tell you and kinda puts it off for a while

as long as you’re not in harms way, nothin matters, yeah?

no

the guilt eats him alive

he’s already lost so much, if he doesn’t do things right with you, then loses you too

he’d probably lose himself

so he tells you

“The Prowler?”

“Yeah.”

“The.. Panther guy I keep seeing on the news-?”

“Mm.”

“Miles are you—

..—Are you killing people?”

“Mami, it’s not like that—“

“oh my god.”

“These men— I kill,”

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“,They’re bad, you understand.”

“Miles..”

“[Name]. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.. Yeah I understand.”

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“…”

“Are you mad.”

“I’m not happy.”

“Okay.”

you’re kind of devastated he’s killing people

but you eventually get it

like it takes a while

say a month or so

but you forgive quick

i mean, who knows what those men are doing, right?

(ur delulu but it’s ok)

he lets you have your space but talking with mama rio when she realises your absence knocks some sense into him

mans is going to GROVEL

he will fucking beg on his damn knees

knocks on your door and is already kneeling

will plead with you to come back to him

like i said a whole ass romantic

you know what’s romantic? a man who can get on his knees

he will suffocate you in gifts and affection

oh you like (insert sanrio esc character) ? look over there at that lifesize plushie woahhhh wonder who that’s forrrrrr

“Hello?”

“Mami, don’t close the door.”

“Miles, go home.”

“And please stop kneeling, the floor is dirty.”

“I’m not leaving ‘til you hear me out.”

looooong sigh

“Okay, fine— whatever, come inside. You have two minutes.”

“God, I missed you. You’re so beautiful Chiquita.”

“Three minutes.”

You talk it out easy, he’s a real smooth talker when he wants to be

“Okay Miles, I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah, Ma. See you soon.”

“Wh—.. What is that?”

“Ohhh…”

“Why the fuck is it so big?”

“It said “Life Size” on the site? I was thinking like two feet tall.”

“You bought that?”

“Yeah.. I was thinkin’ you wouldn’t let me in. Would have to bribe you.”

“…That’s really cute.”

Annnnnd that’s all i can come up with i’ll probably do more later :P

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #miles x reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #rio morales #uncle aaron #aaron morales #into the spider verse

[sickeninglyshoujo]

a/n: continually obsessed w/ cod dads, here's price

part 1: simon here

part 3: soap here

part 4: gaz here

masterlist here

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 1.7k

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Price was afraid to have babies with you because of the age difference and you rolled your eyes every time he talked about being an old man and how a pretty young thing like you shouldn’t be dating him much less trying to get knocked up by someone his age. As if he’d let you even entertain the thought of leaving him for a young buck who couldn’t spoil you like you deserved.

Throughout your pregnancy he treated you like fine China, afraid he’d say the wrong thing and make you cry. He’s heard about women’s hormones during pregnancy even as you remained rock solid, rolling your eyes when he’d ‘yes dear’ you.

You tried to kick him out of the bathroom when morning sickness hit and he refused. Instead sitting on the tub next to you, petting your back as you leaned into the toilet and tried to soothe you, telling you how strong you were and how beautiful you were carrying his baby even with sick bubbling up your throat at the slightest movement “I thought morning sickness was only supposed to be in the morning,” you moaned with your forehead pressed against the cool floor tile. “It’’s a misnomer, love,” John said, removing himself from his perch on the tub to wet a cool washcloth and wipe down your face.

He wishes this phase was over, hates seeing you in pain like this.

That changes once the baby’s born then he’s ready to do it all over again. He didn’t know how attached he’s gotten to helping you do the things you couldn’t because of your belly  like putting on your shoes (looking up at your belly reverently the entire time before planting a kiss on it) for you and helping you pick things off the floor that your clumsy fingers dropped. He grew a particular affection for helping you rub shea butter and vitamin E oil over your rapidly appearing stretch marks.

Price insists on building the nursery furniture without reading the directions, “Know what I’m doin’ woman,” and to your chagrin he was right. Managed everything without a set of directions perched on his knee and instead chucked them to the side with the box.

The first thing he built was the fancy rocking chair he bought for you, insisting you don’t help him with anything “At least let me hold the screws John, I feel stupid just sitting here!”

To him, peace is this. This is what so many long nights holed up in some shithole on a mission have led to. Him sitting on the floor at your feet, building a life together while oldies play on the record player in the next room. He’s so overwhelmed in the moment he can’t help but pull your hand to his lips and kiss it and laughs at you when you ask him what’s wrong

“It’s all right, is the thing, love.”

When you get the first ultrasound, he stops at the store on the way home and purchased a picture frame (insisting you stay in the car and not overexert yourself, he’ll just be a moment, love). The next day he’s on base it now proudly sits facing him next to the photo of him and you vacationing in London with your faces squeezed together in the frame, selfie-style.

Tells anyone who enters his office about you and how far along you are, whether they ask or not, comparing the baby to different sized fruits, which parts were developing that week.

“She’s the size of a lime now, tiny little thing.”

“Can you imagine that she’s growing fingernails in my bird’s belly!”

Absolutely rubbed your swollen ankles in the evenings when he got home from work, peppering gentle kisses on them when he switched feet

Loved your pregnancy brain fog and would kiss your nose any time he got to remind you about something. He became the keeper of your calendar, scheduling your appointments and taking you to them.

When you go into labor, he’s on base in a meeting with some high-brass in a meeting on a highly classified matter. He’s not even allowed to bring his phone into the room. Instead having to turn it off and lock it in a safe prior to entering even with a baby on the way. He was aware this might happen and had instructed you on the line of succession.

“If you can’t get ahold of me, leave me a message lovie, then go down the line. Simon’s second-in–command-”

“Then Kyle, then Johnny, I know, John, you’ve drilled it into my head,” You soothe him, petting the creases he’s worn between his eyebrows, “It’ll be just fine, women have been doing it for thousands of years.”

“I’ll be there, I promise lovie,” He kisses your palm

You leave the message on John’s voicemail, a curt, “It’s time John, once I hang-up I’m dialing Simon, just like we practiced.”

Simon answers on the third ring, “Missus?” His rumbly voice cuts across the line.

“It’s time Simon and John’s still in the meeting since his phone is turned off.”

“Copy.”

The line goes dead leaving you blinking at the Call Ended screen.

You decide that Simon is aware of the drastic nature of the matter and instead busy yourself, you lug the baby bag and your purse to the floor next to the door and go through the checklist John had created in the front pocket: Stove off, windows shut and locked, televisions off…It wasn’t until Simon was letting himself into your front door that the list was likely a distraction from your husband to stop you from leaving on your own until Simon arrived.

Simon collects you with the cool confidence of a Lieutenant in the special forces.

No, don’t worry about the bags or the door, he’s got it, just get yourself into the car.

You try John’s number over and over on the way to the hospital, narrating Simon’s driving, “John, I’m going to have words with you when this is over, I cannot believe you let your pregnant wife in a car with what has to be the worst driver in all of Manchester!”

Before you know it, you’re being rushed into the hospital with Ghost snapping at the nurse at the desk for a wheelchair, NOW! He barks out orders in true military fashion leaving your head buried in your hands as you’re being escorted to the maternity ward.

“Now don’t worry, Sir, your wife is in excellent hands,” one of the nurses addresses Simon, all muscle pushing you in the wheelchair, unblinking and matching their pace.

“He’s not-” You try and interject.

“She better be,” Simon cuts you off, “And the labor will be handled with the utmost care or someone will have to answer to me personally.”

The contractions have started coming back to back and you’re pacing the hospital room, sucking on ice chips fed to you by a patient Simon.

Kyle and Johnny have also arrived and join him in his vigil, somehow maneuvering their way through the “Father and family only” policy the hospital has.

“She was adopted,” You later find out Kyle deadpanned at the security trying to stop him from entering the room, “Can’t you see the family resemblance?”

True to his word, John is there.

He’s rushed into the room, frazzled and running his hand over his beard, eyes darting until he finds you, “Hey sweet girl, I’m here, I’m here,” pointedly ignoring the nurse trying to count out the men in the room

(“Who are these men to you again miss?”)

(“I’m the father,” Gaz informs, flipping through a magazine to pass the time between bursts of activity with contractions.)

You moan out John’s name slapping at his chest weekly when he gathers you up into his arms and hugs you, “I’m mad at you John!”

“Don’t be mad, love, I made it just like I promised,” He tries to soothe you, smoothing his hands over your disheveled hair. “Not about being late, about getting me pregnant!” “It’s a bit late for that now, love,” He does his best to hide the smile twitching into place under his mustache. 

The boys remain in the room for the entire labor, John holding one hand and the other men trading off when your grip became too strong (“Dinnae know the lass could break my bones with just one hand,” Johnny moans shaking out his aching appendage.)

When the baby finally arrives, the doctor again looks around at the men in the room, “Would…Dad like to hold her?”

John finally extracts himself from your bruising grip to hold your daughter, eyes twinkling with joy at seeing the bundle covered in blood and viscera. Such a difference from every other time he’d been covered in the blood, these are stains he’ll gladly wear.

#1 baby wearer captain price

“I hardly get to hug you anymore because she’s always strapped to you!”

Price’s eyebrows go up at that, “Are you jealous, love?

 “Not jealous, but I miss my husband's arms around me!” When you say that with a slight pout in your voice, Price is quick to arrange Uncle Soap and Gaz so he can wine and dine you like old times. 

You make sure to wag your finger enough at the boys and remind them they’re there to babysit, not throw a rager and rile up the baby, even though you know your warnings are falling onto deaf ears. You wholeheartedly expect to return home to a cranky and overtired baby and two military men.

“Can’t neglect either of my girls” he’d mutter into your hair after pulling you close after dinner, holding you to his chest tightly in the middle of the sidewalk 

“You never do, John, you’re the best man I could’ve hoped for,” You muttered into his chest, “Never did I think I’d get someone so in love with me and our child.”

Will regularly fall asleep with the baby curled on his chest, boonie hat pulled down over his eyes, with your daughter also lulled to sleep by his steady breaths. You can’t help but take a photo every time it happens, so smitten with how your husband enjoys his quiet days on leave.

You can’t help but send the photo to the boys, having the group chat with them immediately blown up with emojis sent by Soap, laughing at the Captain’s prone form.

As a joke the photo ends up framed on Price’s desk, next to the ultrasound. Price actually enjoys having it to remind him of the peace he has waiting at home and the joke is ruined when the photo remains in it’s place of honor.

#john price x reader #cod fanfiction #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #price x reader #grave writes

[4rlbym]

heyyy!!! Jake sully fic request!!

Dilf Jake x reader and reader is expecting another child. Fluff and smut :)

Jake Sully x F!Omaticaya Reader

an: LETS GOO DILF JAKE REQUESTS. i haven't written smut in a little while sooo 😭 here it is, im a little rusty so apologies!!

warnings: unprotected sex, praise, fem bodied reader, size kink.

genre: smut & fluff.

"Tuk!" You let out a sigh as she runs off with her brothers. You look up at the night sky and take in a deep breath. You look around and realize Jake and Kiri are no where in sight. You knew Kiri and the rest of your children were having a hard time taking in everything. You and jake knew settling in the reef wouldnt be so easy

You got up from the floor and swiftly ran into the forest until you saw Jake and Kiri sitting on a rock on front of a small pond. Your heart melted at the sight of your husband holding your daughter in his arms. You crossed your arms over your chest and smiled as you watched from a distance.

"so what is it baby girl." Your heard your husband say while gently patting Kiris back. You watched as kiri sobbed into jakes chest. You slowly approached them and plopped down next to kiri. You wrap your arm around her while gently caressing her shoulder.

"Kiri, everything is going to be okay. As long as we all stick together. I promise i won't let anything happen to any of you." You reassure her before looking over at Jake. a soft, caring smile spread across his face as he stared at you. The two of you hold your daughter close as her soft crys escape. You both knew the kids didn't want to leave their home but Jake insisted they leave. He wanted to keep his family safe and you also want whats best for your family so you complied.

"you're right, as long as i have the two of you, i'll be fine...We'll all be fine." You pull Kiri into one last hug before letting her go. A smile forms on your face as you watch as Jake wipe the tears from her face.

"Now now Kiri, its getting late. Go get you and your siblings into bed." You watch as she runs back into the forest. You let out a sigh and turn to face Jake. You grinned as you admired his facial features, you loved the way the glowing plants illuminated his face. Your brought up your hand to his cheek and gently caressed it with your fingers.

"You're such a great dad.." You shift your gaze from his eyes down to his lips. your hands began to wander all over his body. from his toned chest down to his legs. You felt his body stiffen and his breath become shaky. You knew the effect you had on him.

"y'know i always want whats best for my family baby." Jake remarked before pressing his lips to yours. Now you were the one speechless. Your eyes fluttered shut as you enjoyed the moment. Your lips moved in sync as the kiss and desire grew deeper. A muffled laugh escaped from your lips as you slowly attempted to pull back from the kiss. "jake, jake. We can't do this, not now.." you grinned as he held a firm grip on your waist.

"mm, why not. I don't see anyone around." He looked around the forest. The only thing surrounding the two of you were glowing plants and trees. No one was around, you ran no risk of getting caught.

"i guess theres nothing wrong with a little bit of fun, hmm?" A smirk spread across your face as your wrapped your around around his neck. you smashed your lips against his and the kiss grew hotter. He gently laid you on your back before towering over your smaller body

His big hands came to rest on your waist, his long fingers trailing down your body. He looked like a god like this, sweat trickling down his torso, trailing along his v- line and the soft line of hair at his navel. "Jake please.." you muttered, It was his turn to tease you now. You whined as the tip of his long member teased your wet entrance. "Use your words sweetheart, c'mon"

a series of whimpers escaped your mouth while bucking your hips up to chase the friction he wasn’t giving you. “Need more… i want you inside me,” As if predicting your response, a wolffish grin spread across his face while his hands gripped your thighs and hoisted them against the sides of his waist. His actions caught you off guard, and you let out a muffled moan.

A hiss left his mouth at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him, “So wet for me,” he sighed, his hips rolling to meet your pelvis. You never got used to his size, no matter how wet and prepped you were, your walls burned with irritation. Jake's eyes softened at the sight of your scrunched face, his hand slipping down to rub your clit. Almost immediately pleasure consumed you, like liquid fire spreading throughout your core.

Eyes flitting across your body, Jake grinned at your wrecked state; your hair a disheveled mess. He sucked in a harsh breath when you clenched around him, a sign of your approaching climax. “You feel so good, darling,” Jake's forehead coming to rest against yours. His lips connecting with yours in a messy kiss. He continued his kisses along your jaw, suckling the soft skin of your neck until he met your collarbone.

“Jake, I-” you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus when your heart was beating so fast. His hands held your legs up for you, wrapping them around his waist to get closer to your body. His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face to look at him. Heat bloomed along your cheeks and chest, spreading to your legs and tingling your nerves.

"let go for me sweetheart" Harsh pants left his mouth, soon cut off by a low groan when you ran your nails down his spine. His thrusts turned sloppy, and he stuffed his face into the side of your neck to muffle the string of moans that released from his mouth.

Waves of pleasure washed over the both of you. His body fell lax against yours and you stroked his back, your hand a warm anchor for his mind. "you did so well love." Jake remarked while holding you tightly against his chest. you looked up and him and smiled as he stared at you with pure admiration. He was one lucky son of a bitch, there is no one else like you.

-

it had been a few weeks since you found out you were pregnant. When you told Jake he went crazy, He was the happiest man on Pandora.

The moment he found out he showered every inch of your body in kisses. The kids were obviously extremely excited and happy for you.

As the days went by Jake would constantly be by your side. Almost every minute of every hour. He had one more person to protect and failing was and will never be an option for him.

-

You sat outside on the deck with your feet swirling around in the water with Tuk's head resting on your lap. You shift your gaze from your lap to the ocean. A smile spread across your face as you admired the glowing plants and fish that gracefully swam in the water.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didnt notice Jake standing behind you until he presaed his hand against youe shoulder. You quickly turn around and let out a sigh. "You startled me.."

You rolled your eyes as he let out a chuckle. "apologies sweetheart, didn't mean to." You felt him plop down next to you. Your eyes flutter shut as you rested your head against his shoulder. You took a deep breath and the scent of the salted ocean water filled your nose almost immediately.

"I never want this to end.." he hummed out while gently stroking your thigh. You glanced down at Tuk and she was peacefully sleeping. "And it wont my love, we'll be okay." you looked up at him with a reassuring smile.

Jakes heart immediately melted "you don't know how happy i am, with you, the kids and simply everything. Times right now may not be the best but we'll get through it sweetheart." he pressed his hand to your stomach.

"now, lets go get some rest.." Jake got up from the deck and carried Tuk back to the tent. You walked behind them and admired Your husband and the way he held your child in his hands, you were caught in a trance. After tucking Tuk into her bed he turned around to face you. He chuckled as a smirk spread across his face. "my eyes are up here darling." You crossed your arms over your chest and scoffed

"pfft, i was only thinking.." you remarked as a small smile creeped uo on your face. Jake approached you from behind and press his hands onto your shoulders as your eyes slowly fluttered shut. Your husband never failed to make you feel safe.

#jake sully smut #jake sully imagine #jake sully headcannon #jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar smut #avatar #jake sully oneshot #neteyam #no minors please

[peetaslefttoe]

Peeta x reader maybe with a breeding kink? When the war is over Peeta desperately wants kids with the reader and reader feels the same

warnings: smut with literally 0 plot, breed1ng kink, slight lactation kink, creamp1e, c0ckwarming

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love this request i hope you like this 🫶 it’s kinda short i hope that’s okay

Masterlist Pinned xx

Peeta stood in the kitchen slicing the warm bread he’d just pulled from the oven. The sunlight poured in, illuminating his figure. You stood for a moment, enjoying the peace and the life you’d built together after the war. He turned with two slices of bread and saw you in the doorframe. He broke into a smile.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, walking towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist swaying with you in the morning sun which leaks through the windows. You smile up at him and plant a loving kiss to his lips. Together you sit to eat breakfast at the dining table.

“Do you ever feel like it’s quiet around here now?” Peeta says breaking the comfortable silence.

“What do you mean?” you ask, though you think you may have an idea what he means after all.

“I mean, with the war being over I’ve just been thinking…”

“about a family?” you ask, looking at him with adoration. He looks up meeting your gaze, he smiles , his cheeks blushing in happiness.

“Yeah, yeah about a family,” he responds. You lean forward capturing his lips in yours, unable to resist the sweet smile on his face.

“Peeta, of course I want a family with you, you’d be an amazing dad,” you say, pulling back and looking into his eyes once more. Suddenly he lifts you over his shoulder and walks back to your bedroom. You giggle, kicking your feet wildly.

“Peeta! Put me down!” you laugh out. He tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top. He paints your forehead in kisses laughing with you.

“God, I can just imagine you, pregnant with my baby,” he says in a dazed voice. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. He deepens it further, clutching your face tightly. You feel his length grow in his pyjama pants against you. You pull back smirking at him.

“This isn’t turning you on, is it?” you say playfully, teasing him.

“Shhh,” he replies, silencing you with another kiss. He pulls his shirt over his head before leaning back down. You run your hands along his warm back, feeling his muscles move as he touches you. He moves to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the soft sensitive skin. He tugs at your pyjama shirt, you comply and discard it to the floor. He whines, realizing your not wearing a bra.

“Fuck Y/N, want your tits to swell with milk for me sweet girl,” he murmurs shading your chest. He licks at your right nipple before suckling firmly at it. His hands come up to squeeze your breasts.

“Can’t wait to fill you with my seed, watch you swell,” you moaned at his words, grinding up into him. He pulls his thick cock out, pumping himself slowly. You pull your panties down and open your legs for him.

“You want me to cum deep inside you and fuck my cum into you darling?” Peeta says darkly, lining up with your soaking hole.

“Please Peeta, want you to give me a baby,” with these words he rams into you, his heavy balls smacking your ass. He pulls back slowly before thrusting into you hard and rough. You moan at his movements, his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You snake your hand down to your clit, furiously rubbing it. Your legs shake with pleasure as he fucks into you, the sound of his thrusts fill the room.

“I’m gonna make you mine in every way darling, can’t you see how beautiful you’ll look? All round with my baby,” Peeta grunts, leaning down to suck at your nipples again. He bites down gently, sending you over the edge. You thrash and buck wildly into him, milking his dick. Your walls flutter around him, Peeta throws his head back in ecstasy, his warm cum filling you. He fucks you through your high, but continues to thrust his seed deep into your hole as promised. After a few more rough strokes he lays facing you without pulling out.

“Gonna stay inside you sweet girl, make sure to breed your tight little pussy,” he whispers, stroking your hair out of your face. You clench around him at his words before kissing him deeply.

“I can’t wait Peeta, I can’t wait,” you murmur dreamily against his chest.

#smut #imagines #peeta supremacy #the hunger games #the hunger games peeta #fanfiction writer #peeta mellark #peeta x reader #i love peeta #thg peeta #peeta mellark x reader #submisive and breedable #bd/sm breeding #pregnancy #pregnant #thg #thg fanfiction #sorry for the weird tags i can’t find any

[chaotic-mystery]

Face sitting or maybe face riding with Joel 🤤

Him just in between saying like “oh yeah- like that baby… just like that, keep going”

(A/N: …you nasty slut…I loved this ;) )

The movie your dad chose was still playing in the background as you and Joel were having small talk on the couch, but he was sitting oh so far away from you. Your dad fell asleep an hour into the movie after protesting he could stay up and watch the full thing. You got up to refill the popcorn bowl that was currently just kernels when you felt a squeeze on your ass. “Stop it before you wake him up” you mouthed silently and pointed at your lightly snoring dad, your eyes never leaving the grinning man leaning over the couch to grab you. As you opened the new popcorn packet in the kitchen, you heard your dads recliner close and then him talking to Joel. “Sorry buddy I’m just beat. Were you guys still watching it? I’ll just leave it for you to finish if you want and she can walk ya out when it’s done.” A smile formed on your face at the mere idea of being alone with him again. More words were shared and your dad leaned against the kitchen archway. “I told Joel I’m going to bed, but you guys finish the movie by all means. Just make sure you lock the door behind ya when you guys leave, alright honey? I love ya” and with that he was walking up the steps to his room. “Night dad!” You shouted up the stairway and made your way back to the gorgeous man you left for popcorn neither one of you really wanted.

“C’mere baby, bring your sexy ass here” his words were so seductive but sweet. He pats his lap and with a swift move you’re straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I’ve been waiting to kiss you since you planted one on me earlier behind your daddy’s back. God damn this skirt looks so fuckin good on you baby doll, i just wanna put you on my face and let ya ride until ya cum” he said before he kissed your neck and bit you gently. “You want me to sit on your face?” You asked almost in shock that he’d want that. His brows furrowed when he looked at you, like you just offended him somehow. “Are you kiddin’ me darling? I wanna have to tap your thigh to get air, other than that i want you planted on my face” The impure thoughts came flooding to your mind as well as your panties, and god did it turn you on just thinking about Joel begging you for air underneath you. “So lay back then baby, let me see what you got” teasing him, you got up and let him reposition himself so there was room on both sides of his head for your knees to be planted. He ripped of your panties before you could and ran a finger against your slick folds. “Fuck me, I’m gonna enjoy this” As you hovered over him, he couldn’t help but stare at your glistening pussy. You’ve never had someone worship you like Joel and damn were you loving it. Grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him, the moans left his mouth and vibrated against you.

His tongue was working on your clit and he pulled it between his lips, making a sucking sound before he let go and flicked his tongue on it again. “Yeah, that’s my girl. So turned on watchin me suck your pussy huh, baby?” he mumbled and pulled you onto him even more, applying more pressure. Your hand covered your mouth to muffle the moans you were fighting to keep low enough for just the two of you to hear. Your breathing getting heavier, he reached up and pulled one of your breasts out of your shirt, toying with the hard nipple between his fingers. “You taste so fuckin good pretty girl, this pussy is mine, ya hear?” The fifth coated words went straight through your ears and down to your clit, you could yourself pulsing against his mouth. “Joel p-please I’m gonna cum baby- don’t s-stop” you couldn’t even keep your sentence together without moans slipping between words, and he groaned at the thought of getting you close. “Finish yourself off baby doll, keep going just like I told you.” Looking down at his lustful eyes, he gave you a nod to start riding. Bucking your hips slowly, you began to move your hips back and forth and could feel his tongue working against you. You arched your back as your breathing became deeper and faster, your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Come on baby just like that cum all over my fucking face like the little slut you love being for me” the words were like music to your ears and you moved faster and faster until you felt yourself unravel on him. He held you down to keep going as he lapped up your cum, covering his beard with your slick. His head shook from side to side as he eased his grip on you, soft laughs coming from the man under you. Panting and whimpering, you were trying to get your thoughts together. Joel was the only man who could make your ears ring from an orgasm hitting so hard.

#joel miller #the last of us #dbf!joel #joel tlou #joel miller drabble #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #dbf! joel smut #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal x you

[nastybuckybarnes]

Riding Lessons

Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend? 

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),

Word Count: 3.8K

A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!

~*~

You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.

“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.

He only chuckles and pats your right hand.

“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”

“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don't want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.

You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.

“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.

“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”

Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.

“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.

Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.

His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.

“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.

His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.

And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?

“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”

He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”

You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.

“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”

He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-

“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.

“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.

“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.

Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.

He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”

Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.

Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.

“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”

He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”

You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.

He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.

He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.

~*~

You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.

You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.

The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.

With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.

“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.

You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.

His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.

“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.

He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.

“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.

You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.

Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.

Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”

His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.

“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.

“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.

You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.

“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.

“Now, front brake?”

Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.

“Gear shift and clutch?”

You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.

“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”

Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.

“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”

Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.

The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.

“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.

The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.

“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.

You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.

“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”

You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.

Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.

“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”

You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.

You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.

“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I'll show you how to kick it into gear.”

You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.

“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”

You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.

“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.

The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.

Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.

He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.

He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.

“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.

He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.

Or cum on it.

God, he knows you'd look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.

He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.

Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.

He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.

Hard.

He’s hard.

And he’s fucking huge.

Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.

So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.

Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.

“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you.

He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.

“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”

A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.

You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.

“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn't care.

The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.

You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.

You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.

“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.

You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.

You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.

The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.

You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.

“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.

You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.

You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.

“You coming?”

Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.

“Y-yeah.”

You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.

He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.

He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.

This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.

You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.

He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.

“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.

You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.

Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.

You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.

“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.

Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.

“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.

A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.

Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.

His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.

He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.

Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.

“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.

“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”

You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.

“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”

Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.

One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.

“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.

“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.

He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.

“O-oh! Like that, fuck... just like that...” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.

He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.

“Please... I’m gonna cum...”

He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.

The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.

Bucky doesn't stop. He doesn’t even slow down.

No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.

“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.

You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.

“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.

“Is Bucky still here?”

You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.

“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.

“Uh, yeah... somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.

“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”

“O-Okay.”

Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.

“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.

Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.

“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.

He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.

You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.

You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.

The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.

You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.

“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.

“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.

“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.

“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn't notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.

You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn't notice anything.

When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.

“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”

He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.

“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”

You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.

“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.

You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.

Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.

“I didn't tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.

You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.

He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.

“M-my dad-”

“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”

You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.

“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.

He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.

“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”

#bucky x reader #dbf!bucky x reader #dads best friend!bucky x reader #bucky x young!reader #bucky x innocent!reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky smut #Bucky Barnes smut #bucky x you #bucky/reader #bucky/you #bucky x reader lemon #bucky/reader lemon #lemon #smut #marvel smut

[mintaikcorpse]

Why Blitzø Likes Stolas

I've made jokes about Blitzø liking Stolas bcuz his type is tall, rich, powerful demons with musical talent, and that's probably kinda true, but I wanna talk about the real reasons Blitzø likes Stolas. Tldr at the end.

I think one of the major reasons Blitzø likes Stolas is how kind, sincere, and affectionate he is. Stolas is always making sure he is okay and is very passionate about litterally everything he does (dramatic little bitch, lol). And while he's ignorant ("my impish little plaything"???), he does mean well. Taking Octavia to Looloo Land to make her feel better, Going full demon mode to save IMP, his attentiveness to Blitzø during his mental breakdown in Seeing Stars, him absolutely adoring Octavia, him helping Ozzie when he gained no real benefit, etc, etc.

Also, expanding more on the affectionate part, Blitzø is shown to not get much affection or love in his life at all. His family situation was a giant mess (his dad literally sold him for 5 bucks and a condom Jesus Christ-), and Stolas is a very loving and affectionate person. Obviously, this is shown with Blitzø, but also with Octavia ('my precious little starfire', always staying patient with Via, even if he can be a bit dismissive, going full demon mode when Blitzø said he lost Via), and even his plants (he raised the flesh-eating plant since he was a kid, he pets the plant, on his insta he called a puprle rose "a handsome little rose"). And yeah, he's going to be affectione with Via, that's his daughter, but in Hell, (or maybe just from Blitzø's perspective, it'a hard to tell honestly) that's shown to be a rarity. So obviously, he's going to admire that about him.

And also, compare that to Blitzø's life. His dad saw him as less than, something happened that made his sister hate him, his mom seemed to be a good parent, but she's dead, his best friend and former crush hated his guts for 15 years, his daughter does care about him but she also mostly just shows anger and annoyance with him, and even Moxxie, who'd I'd argue is his best friend, gets annoyed with him constantly (I would too tbh but this isn't about that). Stolas just being his loving and affectionate self and being so happy to see him and always being so sweet to Blitzø is like a breath of fresh air to him.

Another thing is that Stolas shows clear interest in the things he likes. Take horses as example, bcuz we all know Blitzø is obsessed with them. Most of the time, his friends are pretty passive about it, but Stolas actually indulges him. Some of this is from their instas, but Stolas got him a horse Hoodie, he draws horses with him, and Stolas even got inspired to draw because of Blitzø.

(Also, plz note that in another post he commented that it smells like Stolas, and I want everyone to appreciate how happy he looks in this photo while smelling it again)

Blitzø probably admires Stolas's theatrics as well because despite growing up in a Circus where you were supposed to be dramatic and showy, he was still always taught to ignore or hide his true emotions (Cash ignoring that he didn't want to go to the Goetia Palace because "MONEY"). And while Stolas was raised the same way, he still wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve and is always showing them, whether it be positive or negative

And we all know thst Blitzø has major self hatred issues, but Stolas was genuinely interested in Blitzø as a person. Laughing at his jokes, asking how his day went, and with all of this, you can't help but wonder if Blitzø was figuring out that he did too. I think that's why he was so heartbroken about Ozzie's. Because to him, Stolas hiding his face was just proof that Stolas didn't care. That he was just a little plaything. But, Blitzø liked that Stolas liked him for who he was, and that he didn't have to pretend to be someone different.

Yes, ik Blitzø wasn't here for some of them, and he thinks that Stolas is just faking all of this. BUT, Blitzø can notice things subconsciously, and the stuff that Blitzø wasn't there for was to talk about Stolas's character as well. That's why I wanted to talk about this, to talk about what Blitzø sees in Stolas and his character.

Feel free to add anything if you want! I'd love to hear your guy's opinions, takes, and thoughts on the ship. I'm probably gonna a make a post on why Stolas likes Blitzø at some point, lol

Tldr; Blitzø likes Stolas because he's kind, sincere, loving, affectionate, passionate, caring, dramatic, and likes Blitzø for who he is.

#stolitz #blitzo #blitz #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss blitzø #blitz helluva boss #blitzo helluva boss #blitzø #blitzø helluva boss #stolas goetia #helluva boss stolas #stolas helluva boss #helluva boss #helluva boss analysis #anaylsis #media analysis #helluva boss notes

[zombiewhor3]

THE TALK

carl grimes x fem reader (season 5 era)

WARNINGS: mentions of making out, both characters are 16, no smut because characters are underage, mentions of being caught, father and son argument, angry Glenn, slight angry Maggie, accusation of sex, fem reader, mentions of parent loss, mentions of sex, mentions of 'the talk', mentions of pregnancy, talk of consent, talk of sexual situations between teens, mentions of hormones

a/n: enjoy this because after this happy one there's gonna be two more Carl one-shots except it's gonna be angst :))

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her hands were pressed against Carl's cheeks while she was soaking into the embrace of their kiss, their mouths moving so rapidly while she could feel him tugging at her t-shirt and of course she so damn eagerly let him pull it off of her.

she smiled happily as a moan was pushed into her mouth from him, in reality they were both just exploring how they felt in the real world, learning the concept of sex and virginity was an all new ballpark.

y/n knew what sex was, so did Carl it wasn't any secret to what it was or the way babies were made, his mother had that talk with him when he was just a boy and well y/n learned on her own since she never really had parents to take after her.

of course they were virgins, in the apocalypse there wasn't very much virginity losing going on, not with Rick and Glenn breathing down both of their backs like the walkers were.

and besides they never really seemed to have the talk with each other because it was something they both knew would come at the right time for each other and well when they believed the time was right it truly never was for them because they would make out and straddle each other until someone knocked at Carl's door and she'd be forced to hide in the closet or he would hide in hers.

she tangled one of her hands in his hair to get a better grip while she propped herself up in his lap to get a better leverage and to maybe feel his hips bucking up at her.

she hummed into his mouth while his hands groped at her body, she let his hands explore from her shoulders down to her breasts until he was rubbing small circles at her hips from the jeans he slightly pulled down to reveal more of her waist for him.

he was rubbing small circles once he found out she was enjoying it, but as she threw her hips up to him the door opened and shocked Atlanta sheriff stood with a loud sound of his voice,

"God dammit Carl! really!" Rick yelled covering his eyes so he couldn't see the girl with only a bra covering her upper half, Carl rushed a t-shirt from the floor on her as Glenn stepped into the room watching as she adjusted her hair with an awkward smile.

"Jesus Carl really c'mon we're in the middle of a god damn apocalypse and now you choose to do this?!" Rick asked looking over as Glenn furrowed his brows and looked over at y/n who was looking down at the wooden tile of the floor below them.

"you usually knock!" Carl shouted in defense looking over at still the confused Glenn who had his arms folded, "what the hell is going on?" he shouted feeling his wife step next to him.

"caught these two going at it" Rick remarked folding his arms as he took a step into the bedroom, "YOU HAD SEX?" Maggie shouted watching as y/n and Carl rapidly shook their head.

"No! dad don't say that! we weren't having sex" Carl huffed putting on his sheriffs hat that was resting on the night stand, "just making out" y/n added feeling the dad eyes soak into her.

she had been with Glenn ever since the start, she lost her father at a young age so she adapted to Glenn,

she had found Glenn when the entire thing started when she was just the same age as Carl, he protected her and now he was her Dad, it's what he was meant for, protecting y/n like his actual daughter just like how Maggie treated her.

"i'm sorry Glenn" she mumbled rubbing her arm softly while she and Carl took a seat on the bed from Rick's hand gesture for them to plant a seat on the bed,

"what if you get pregnant? there are so many risks to this, you could maybe ask for condoms?" Glenn spoke watching as y/n cringed externally and Carl made a disgusted face.

"think it's disgusting now but just wait til wearing a condom matters, besides having a baby is to dangerous especially in these times" Maggie spoke gently as she approached y/n rubbing her shoulder.

"are you mad?" she asked looking up at the adults in the room they all shook their head 'no' in response, "we need you to be safe even if you think it's embarrassing you guys" Rick spoke rubbing over some of the stubble of his beard on his face.

"promise if you have questions or if you need protection you'll ask us or even just go to the pantry and get some as long as your safe that's all it matters and well as long as you both consent" Maggie spoke flicking her eyes at both of the teens.

they both nodded while y/n sprouted a smile on her face, "yes ma'am" she replied while Carl replied the same response and adjusted his hat slightly so it wasn't as crooked.

"be safe kiddos, think about that for next time" Glenn spoke propping a smile on his face, after all they were just foolish teens, teens with hormones that were exploring all of the boundaries and just daring to break some of the rules put in place for them.

Maggie and Glenn stepped out of the room looking as Rick planted one of his feet against the wall while he leaned against it, "so does that mean we can continue what we were doing?" Carl asked hopeful that his father would've said yes.

"you have work and i expect you to be out and dressed in two minutes you hear me, after two minutes i burst in here" he spoke shutting the door behind him.

"that went well" Carl spoke slipping back on a t-shirt while he looked over at her, she had a smile planted on her face.

"i think it did"

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carlgrimes #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes fluff #rickgrimesmut #rick grimes x reader #rick smut #maggie rhee #maggie twd #glen rhee #glenn twd #glenn rhee #rick twd #twd fanfiction #twd carl #twd daryl #daryl dixon #daryl x reader

[corrodedhawkins]

It would be criminal not to ask you to write a praise kink fic for the Eddie kink series

You are so right bestie thank you

Praise: Part nine of the Eddie kink series

Authors note: I have been trying to write this for a month but because praise is my favorite I was overthinking it. Got the idea to make Eddie the one with the praise kink and it wrote itself, so.

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) language, mentions of Eddie’s not so great childhood, needy subby Eddie, very slight soft dom reader, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, crying.

It was no secret Eddie had a less than ideal upbringing. With his dad in and out of jail and his mom gone, there was very little room for him to feel anything other than burdensome.

The feelings of inadequacy had lessened over the years, now that Wayne had taken him in and treated him like his own son.

As great as Wayne had been to him, he just wasn’t a very sensitive guy. Every few months he’d get a pat on the back or a mumbled “good job”, leaving Eddie still craving affection and approval.

“Feels so good”, you sigh against Eddie’s lips.

Your foreheads are pressed together, breathing each other’s air as you fuck yourself on his cock, pace languid as you slowly take him deeper.

He hums, licking over your bottom lip to ask for entrance, which you happily give him. Planting his feet on the mattress, he fucks up into you to meet your hips grinding down onto him.

“Baby”, you sigh, pulling away from the kiss. Your lip is bitten between your teeth, the skin turning white from the force. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?”, he huffs, using his grip on your hips to guide you down onto him, keeping you there as he grinds up into you, the head of his cock raking over your gspot.

“Oh fuck, Eddie”, you cry as your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders. “Right there. Right fucking there. God, you’re so good.”

He moans high and needy, grip on your hips tightening. “K—keep talking, please.”

“What do you wanna hear?”, you ask, tone light and teasing. “How hot and hard and fucking perfect you feel inside me?”

Eyes squeezing shut, he nods and whimpers, tongue poking out to lick over his lips. His hips snap up, balls smacking noisily against you.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart”, you coo down at him, noting how he shivers at the pet name.

He stares up at you with glassy, unfocused eyes as his hips buck up harder.

“Always make me feel so fucking good, wanna do the same for you now, baby.” You cup his face in your hand, thumb stroking along his cheekbone.

“You are—hnngh—you are making me feel good”, he gasps.

“Good”, you chuckle, smiling down at him fondly. “You deserve to feel good, Eddie.”

You feel his hips stutter, cock throbbing and kicking inside of you. “Close?”, you ask.

He swallows noisily, nodding his head. “Y-yes. M’sorry I can’t—can’t help it. Wanted to last for you…”

“Shh”, your thumb moves down his cheek to the corner of his mouth, swiping along his bottom lip. “Don’t be sorry baby. I wanna feel you cum.”

His mouth hangs open, tongue flicking out to lick over your thumb before sucking it into his mouth.

You clench down on him, smirking at the high pitched whine it rips from his chest.

“You’re being so good for me, wanna feel you cum in me. Can you do that? Can you be a good boy and cum deep inside me?”

Eddie nearly sobs, grabbing onto you forcefully to pin you to his chest as he fucks up into you, chasing his release.

“C’mon, there you go. Be a good boy and cum for me, honey”, you gasp as you shudder through your own orgasm, having built and hit you so quickly it knocks the wind out of you.

The feeling of you shaking and fluttering around him is what triggers his orgasm, letting out a wail as he pumps you full of his cum.

You’re clinging to each other, panting as you shake, coming down from your highs. Eddie’s face is buried in your neck, his whimpers turning to sniffles.

Holding him tighter, one hand cards through his hair soothingly as he cries. You speak to him softly, encouraging him to let out his tears. You tell him how well he did, how proud of him you were that he let himself be vulnerable with you.

With one last sniffle, he pulls away from your neck and dries his eyes, a watery laugh escaping him as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you. I didn’t know I needed that.”

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[shitouttabuck]

"picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face" for bucktommy or buddie? 👀

everything’s growing in our garden

buck/eddie | 2k | read on ao3

It’s a Saturday afternoon and Eddie is muddy-kneed and sweaty in his backyard, grass stains all down his jeans and freshly-dug dirt clinging to multiple senses—gritty between his fingers, scent mellow and earthy, in through his nose and settling soft on the back of his tongue.

The fact that it’s a Saturday afternoon on his day off is only relevant when presented with the combination of factors that find him alone in his garden today. First, he’s a dad to a teenager who has much less embarrassing things to do than hang out with his father on a weekend. Second, his two closest friends are dating each other. Third, Eddie’s not dating anybody.

So here he is, carefully planting winter squashes in the stretch of soil he’s just worked, because this is a new phase of life for him and things are changing for the different. They’ll be okay, he’ll be okay, he just doesn’t want to—get left behind. Stagnate. Hence, gardening. Maybe a little on the nose in terms of growth metaphors, but hey, he’s doing it, and that’s what counts. He thinks.

He spent a few weeks struggling to put a name to the new anxiety, or anxiety-adjacent twist in his stomach that made itself known after Buck came out to him. Not that night—that night was surprise and joy and this almost debilitating tidal wave of love he tried to wrap Buck up in when he strode across the loft into that hug.

But the next day, when Buck texted him that Tommy agreed to meet for coffee and talk? Something uncomfortable wrapped itself around Eddie’s insides, a python-grip of pressure, and it’s only gotten tighter since.

He entertained the idea that this time around maybe it was him who was jealous, his friend and his best friend dating each other and having less time for him. Except that’s not anywhere close to true—sure, his Saturday afternoons are a little emptier, but neither Buck nor Tommy have lessened the time they spend with Eddie on the whole. There’s still Muay Thai and basketball, there’s still homemade dinners and beers and movies on the couch. There’s nothing to be jealous of—he still has them both in the same capacity he always has.

Which is when he plucked at whatever tendril of envy had him in knots, following it back to the root. Watching Buck blush like a teenager in the face of Tommy’s earnest smooth-talking. Tommy absently reaching for Buck’s hand and intertwining their fingers when he drops by the station while they’re on shift. The way Buck seems to unconsciously sway into Tommy’s orbit, like a Great Dane who’s forgotten they’re too big for lap-sitting.

Maybe the thing Eddie was envious of, then, is less the replacement of a friend and more the lack of any of this, any of the easy affection, in his own relationship. Marisol was nice, kind, fine, but Eddie—he doesn’t regret ending things because he so badly wants to believe in more than fine for himself.

Marisol had looked almost relieved that she didn’t have to pull the ripcord on their relationship herself, confirming Eddie’s inkling that there was pretty much no coming back after he asked her to move out not one day post-moving-in. It’s a memory that’s going to make him wince for several years at least.

He ended up naming the ache, yanking off the mask like a Scooby-Doo villain reveal to look it in the eye. Oh, he’d thought, smoothing away a smear of soot on Buck’s nose, realisation just late enough that his hands remained steady in their obliviousness. This is the easy affection, isn’t it.

Buck’s nose crinkled with amusement and the knot in Eddie’s stomach loosened for half a second before coiling tight again, uncaring of his revelation. And, he supposes, that’s fair, because it’s not like this knowledge changes anything. Eddie can’t believe in the Universe because that’s a quick jaunt to feeling personally victimised by all of it, this singularly unbearable tragedy of timing in particular.

He's not surprised it took Buck to make him realise he’s—not straight. He hasn’t even let himself think about it, not really. The fact that it’s Buck is enough to anchor him from the alarm of a sexuality crisis. Nothing about loving Buck could ever be that scary. Still, the rest of it remains only in the recesses of his mind. He’s—on his way. He just doesn’t think he can struggle through a—a complete identity overhaul at the same time he’s struggling to make his peace with the fact that Tommy makes Buck really happy, and Eddie can’t ever be someone who puts that at risk. That Eddie’s lost Buck before he even realised he wanted him this much at all.

So. Things are changing, things are different, and Eddie has to keep moving. He still has Buck and Tommy in the same capacity he always has. He just has to come to terms with wanting more and not being able to ask for it. Letting yourself want is a slippery slope, because believing you can want and believing you can have are two different things. He’s allowed to want, but he’s not allowed to have. For now, he digs his hands into the soil, deliberate and reaching. In four months, he’ll have winter squashes. Buck will teach him that delicious soup recipe they tried last year. Eddie won’t be stuck in this moment forever.

The backdoor squeaks something awful when Buck slides it open jerkily. Eddie looks up, surprised.

“Hey,” he says, scratching at his nose. “What’re you doing here? Thought you had a lunch date.”

“I did,” Buck nods, flopping himself down on the lawn beside Eddie. “Finished early. I texted you, but I guess your phone’s inside.” He eyes Eddie’s dirt-streaked hands. “Thought I’d come see what you’re up to anyway.”

“Gardening,” Eddie tells him helpfully, and he grins.

“And here I thought you were just playing in the mud.”

Eddie flicks the dirt on his hands at Buck. He just beams up at Eddie, afternoon sun washing him the kind of golden that makes Eddie’s breath catch a little.

“What’re you planting?”

“Squash,” Eddie says, shaking the brightly coloured packet of seeds at him. “How’s Tommy?”

Buck blinks at him. “You saw him, like, two days ago.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Eddie says, sinking his hands into the raked soil for something to do. “Like—how’s dating him going?”

“Oh,” Buck says, brow scrunching for the barest second before he nods. “Good. It’s—I really like him.”

“Good,” Eddie breathes, gut-snake squeezing and squeezing inside him.

They’re quiet for a minute, bird song and breeze winding around them, and then Buck asks, “Do you, uh. Do you talk to Tommy about me, too?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, studying the dirt before him.

“Like. Do you ask Tommy how things are going with dating me?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “No. No, I don’t. Why?”

Buck shrugs, picking at stalks of grass. “Why not? We’re both your friends.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” Buck sits up.

Eddie tips some more seeds into his palm before depositing them into the next hole. “No, it’s not. Buck, you—obviously it’s different.”

“But why?” Buck presses. “I know your friendship is, like, foundationed on macho men stereotypes, but c’mon. Neither of you are capable of not, I don’t know, talking about more sensitive stuff, I guess.”

Eddie sighs at the dirt.

“Why is it different?”

“It’s different ’cause it’s you,” Eddie says. He doesn’t need to look at Buck to know he’s slow-blinking in confusion.

“W-why? You don’t think you have to put up some kind of front—with Tommy?”

“Why is this bothering you so much? Do you want me to be talking to Tommy about you?”

He finally looks at Buck, his life-ruiningly pink mouth ajar in surprise.

“N-no. Just—I don’t know.”

He’s wearing the same hang-dog expression he had been when he’d bodied Eddie at the pick-up game, half-surprise, half-misery. Eddie sighs again.

“Are you—are you worrying about something between the two of you? Because I don’t have to be in the middle of it, but that doesn’t mean you can’t tell me. That doesn’t mean I’m not on your side.”

“There’s no sides,” Buck shakes his head. “I wouldn’t make you pick anyway.”

Eddie groans and shoves Buck back down, flat on his back with big muddy handprints on his crisp blue shirt. “I’m always on your side, you idiot. Tommy’s great, but I’ve known the guy… what, two months? You’ve been my—for six years. You’ve been—it’s different.”

“Oh,” Buck grins, bright and broad, “is that why it’s different?”

Eddie ignores him. “Is there something going on, though? Did something happen?”

“No,” Buck shakes his head, sobering a little. “Not really. I really like him, I just—I don’t know if there’s… a future, you know? We’re both having fun, but I-I just don’t know how to have that conversation with him yet. Or… if he’s on the same page and it’s all okay.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. He turns the trowel over in his hands. “How come—what makes you think there’s no future with him?”

“There could be,” Buck amends. “I just—there could be something else.” He glances at Eddie and hurriedly adds, “I think there’s already… I think… you know?”

“No,” Eddie says truthfully. “But you know, which is all that matters.”

Buck exhales softly. “Right. I’m just—I think I know what it’s supposed to look like. And Tommy is fucking—wonderful. I just—he’s not what my ending looks like.”

He looks up, meeting Eddie’s eyes, and there’s something in there just as vulnerable as the night he quietly told Eddie it was a date. Eddie doesn’t know how to translate it, bowled over by the wave of frustration at not being fluent in every one of Buck’s languages.

Except—he might still be, because all that’s there is this—expectation, a weighty, desperate hope for understanding. Like Buck’s waiting. And behind that, the steadiness of the safest place Eddie’s ever known.

“It’s different for me, with you and Tommy,” Eddie begins, “because it’s you. I can—I can listen to you talk about dating other people because—I know that, I’m used to that. But—listening to Tommy talk about what it’s like dating you? When I’m just—too late—”

He doesn’t know if he cuts himself off or if he’s interrupted by Buck’s ragged inhale. Either way, he’s silent, filling up the next little hole with soil.

“Eddie—”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have—” Eddie mumbles. “I can’t—Buck—”

Buck sits back up and grabs him by his shoulders, turning him so they’re face-to-face. “Eddie.”

“I can’t,” Eddie says again, voice hoarse with emotion. “I’m—I haven’t even begun unpacking it, Buck.”

“Okay,” Buck nods. “Okay. I’m not asking for anything. Just—do you mean it? That’s all I need from you. Tell me if you mean it, Eddie, please—” His chest is heaving like he’s run ten blocks and not just been sprawled on Eddie’s lawn in the afternoon sun.

And the thing is, Buck asks for so little. He thinks he does the opposite, but everyone who’s ever loved Buck knows: Buck asks for so little. And he deserves the entire fucking world. So Eddie can spare one terrifying truth.

“There could be something else,” he echoes Buck’s earlier words. “And it’s—it’s already… it could be a really good fucking ending. I’m… I need some time to… but I think it could the right ending. For us.”

Buck swallows audibly, eyes bright when he ducks his head and nods. “S’much time as you need.”

Something in Eddie relaxes, stops constricting, takes a deep, gulping breath. He blinks quickly to stave off whatever emotion this is, sinking his hands into the last mound of dirt.

“They’ll be ready by September,” he tells Buck, a little thickly.

“September,” Buck nods. “Good month. Summer end. We can make soup.”

Eddie turns to him. “Not too long away?”

“Nah,” Buck says, hand coming up to cup Eddie’s face. Eddie freezes, but Buck’s just using the pad of his thumb to oh-so-gently brush away a smudge of dirt on Eddie’s cheek. He keeps holding Eddie’s face for a moment more before dropping his hand, shifting to examine Eddie’s neatly planted rows of squash seeds. “Besides. They’re, uh. Worth waiting for.”

“I hope so,” Eddie says softly.

Buck nudges his shoulder against Eddie’s, companionable and cross-legged beside each other in the grass. “I know so.”

#this is. i dont know! #911 #buddie #911 fic #buddie fic #nina writes

[indigoflorals]

Can we have a smut where jj wants a baby?

fatherhood (18+)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Sum: You tell JJ you’re ready to have another baby.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, breeding kink, fluff, established relationships, marriage, body insecurity

You watched from the doorframe as your husband laid your baby down for his nap. It was a sight you were so grateful for. Your son was sixth months old now, and JJ had been the best dad and partner you could have asked for.

“He’s down for the count.” JJ smiled, whispering to you. “Little guy had such a busy day.” You stepped out of the room, JJ following close behind, as you closed the door as quietly as possibly. Arms snakes around your waist from behind as the blond placed his head on your shoulder.

You hummed, leaning back into him. “We made a beautiful baby.” The hands on your waist massaged at the sore spots on your hips as JJ started to pepper kisses to your neck.

“I think,” He spoke just above a whisper between kisses, “We should make another.”

You gasped at his remark, stepping forward out of his embrace to face him. “Are you sure? Are we ready?”

JJ took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin to soothe you. “I think so. If you are.”

You smiled giddily, blushing and gripping his hand as you led him excitedly to the bedroom. He followed you silently, smiling at your obvious happiness. When you reached the bedroom, JJ closed the door and didn’t hesitate to jump you.

“Oh!” You moaned as he pinned you to the door and began kissing your neck again, this time with more ferocity. He pressed his body into you and you could feel his erection already straining in his shorts. You reached a hand down to squeeze it and he groaned into your neck.

Pulling away from your neck, he pulled your into a soft, loving kiss. You pressed your body into his, and his hands came to your ass. The blond tapped your ass twice, signaling you to jump into him as he picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you could feel his cock against your clothed pussy as he carried you to the bed.

JJ broke the kiss to lie you down on your back. “My gorgeous wife,” He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned chest and arms, “I can’t wait to fuck you,” He smiled. JJ leaned down to kiss you again, hands traveling to your breasts as he forced your shirt up to your collar bone, exposing them. Breaking the kiss, he turned to your breasts, taking one in his mouth.

“J,” You cried, raising arching your back off of the bed, “They’re sensitive.” You felt him hum into your chest as he continued, even beginning to flick the other. You moaned and bucked your hips into him until he pulled away, smile wide across his face.

“God,” He sighed, pulling at the waist of your shorts and panties, “I love your tits.” He removed your bottoms, leaving you fully exposed to him. “And look at your pussy.” He leaned down, planting a kiss to your clit, “So pretty.” You moaned and covered your face.

You were embarrassed. Your body didn’t look the same after having your baby and you felt like he could see every insecurity you saw in the mirror.

“Baby,” He pulled your hand from your face, “You grew my child in here,” He placed a hand on your belly, “I think everything about your body is a fucking miracle. You grew my child.”

He kissed your again softly, and you wrapped your arms around his strong body. Your husbands kisses were always so delicate when he was emotional and now was no different. “Now,” He pulled away, unbuttoning and removing his shorts, “I’m gonna make you a mama again.”

You blushed at his words, but nonetheless felt your pussy throb at the idea of him getting you pregnant again. You craved it. Being so full of him.

You felt his tip poke at your hole, and then all of him push inside of you until he was fully sheathed within your pussy. “Oh my fuck,” JJ moaned, closing his eyes to focus on not cumming immediately, “Your pussy holy fuck.”

You half giggled half moaned at his words, rocking your hips into him to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. He was thick, and he filled you out his the way you loved. “More,” You cried, rolling your hips again, “Just fuck me, J, don’t worry about it.”

JJ was grateful for your go ahead because he wasn’t sure he could hold back anymore. Gripping your hips, he pounded into you, his hair falling into his face and pleasure flooding his system. “My beautiful fucking wife,” He whined, leaning his face into your chest, “Gonna fill you up, get you pregnant, ah, again.”

As much as you tried to muffle your noises, you couldn’t. JJ hit your g-spot with every thrust because he knew your pussy like the back of his hand. He knew how to please you like no one else ever would.

His thumb came to your clit, rubbing gentle circles into it. You always came before he did, no matter the circumstances. This time was just a little bit harder.

“Please baby,” He moaned, fucking into you every harder, “Need you to come for me, need to feel it. Need to feel you.”

Like his words were magic, your felt your orgasm flood into your body. Goosebumps raised on your skin and your back arched of the bed. Your own hand came to cover your mouth as obscene sounds came from you.

As soon as he felt you clench around him, JJ let go, burying his face into your neck. “Fuck,” He cried, his thrusts erratic as filled you with his hot cum, “So good, fuck.”

You both breathed heavily as you came down from your highs. JJ rolled off of you to lie beside of you, placing a hand on your stomach.

“Do you think it’ll work the first time?” He rubbed circled into your lower abdomen.

Before you could answer, you heard a loud cry from the baby monitor. You began to sit up, but JJ got up first. “You wait here and focus on getting pregnant.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “Like I can control that.”

#outer banks #outerbanks #obx #obx smut #obx season 3 #obx fic #obx imagine #obx2 #jj maybank #jj outer banks #jj obx imagine #obx jj #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #outerbanks jj #jj maybank x y/n #obx jj maybank #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x you #jj obx fic #obx x y/n #obx cast #obx3 #rudy pankow #obxedit

[leakyweep]

Okay so yeah I'm doing both :D They both would have such different approaches... I'm living!!!! @stephisokay also that cake was amazing and exactly what I needed to do this ask!

Warnings: Afab reader, degradation, mention of brat taming, piv sex, doffy is so mean i am so sorry i want him to call me a slut, corazon is a sub and we love him for it, not proofread, MINORS DNI

Song to enhance the vibe: "Wallflower" by Tim Atlas

- Doffy

So, we all know he has quite a big personality already. So for a person to stand before him, unflinching, unafraid... It entices him. Not only to test your limits, but to see if this is just a facade or not. He finds himself in competition with you, two giant temperaments fighting for dominance, inside and outside of the bedroom.

He'd begin by trying to scare the shit out of you, but when you just give him an attitude, he realizes you really have no idea how much power and influence he has. He assures you that he could have you killed just by speaking back to him, but he wants to play with you.

When he gets you to bed, he doesn't expect you to try and dom him. He should've expected it, seeing how you hold yourself to such a high standard, making sure to keep yourself well-groomed and managed. However, he shut that shit down quick, resulting in a bit of brat taming on his side. You refused to go down without a fight, but he was quickly overpowering you with that absolute fucking shlong he has between his hairy ass dad legs.

"That's right, you fucking overzealous slut. Think you can take me over in the bedroom?" he paused the merciless pounding of his cock deep in your weeping cunt to pull your hair towards him, meeting your tear-stained face. You were babbling absolute nonsense about how you wanted it harder, even though you were basically sobbing between broken syllables.

He laughed, pushing your face into the plush comforter and pistoning his hips to fuck you with thick length as deep as he could, his giant palms holding your ass and guiding it back and forth on his cock in time with his unapologetically rough thrusting.

"I'll teach you not to have such a bad attitude, slut. I'll fuck it right out of you."

And that he did, until you were squirting around his cock, begging him for release after release, until he was planting his seed deep inside your cunt over and over, making a mess of his pink satin sheets.

- Corazon

Now, I want you to imagine a man who would shrink in your presence, even though he stands at a whopping height. One who would devote himself to you, constantly surprising you with flowers and candy and all of your favorite things.

He wouldn't be intimidated by you, per say, but he recognizes how confident you are, and how you realize you don't even need a measly man such as he to live. He knows you're comfortable enough to be completely alone, to leave him whenever, to find any other man, so he makes sure to treat you like the only person in the world.

In the bedroom, he makes sure to be obedient, kissing your feet if you asked him to. He always made sure to take care of your orgasm first; his favorite way to see you cum is around his fingers as you pull his hair and guide his hand thats using the vibrator on your clit. The way you moan his name through clenched teeth, praising him for doing so well, making sure to show him exactly how thankful you are for him...

"Aw, baby, you love that, right? The way I take care of you for being so good to me..." Your voice is as sweet as any chocolate he's bought you, lulling him into climax after climax with your praises. The way he whimpered your name when he came, bucking his hips into your hand, your cunt, whatever was enveloping him... it didn't matter to Corazon.

He would take whatever he could from you, and he would thank you over and over again for it as he spurted cum into your mouth, onto your back, wherever he could get it. He loved seeing you a mess with his ejaculation; it was an image he would have permanently etched into his mind.

Aftercare with this man is unbelievable; he showers you with massages, showers, baths, meals... whatever you ask him for, he will deliver. He loves you so much, and he wants to show you.

#doflamingo x reader #corazon x reader #donquioxte doflamingo x you #donquixote rosinante x reader #corazon x you #doflamingo smut #corazon smut #op #mi corazon #doffy #dilf tag #best boy tag #fanfic #spicy

[secretaccountlol]

Request! Andrew garfield's Peter Parker having such a strong breeding kink like he'd fuck babies into his wife everytime she so much as kisses a baby's head!

Honestly this was very hard for me considering, I find being pregnant extremely terrifying.

but I tried! Let me know if you enjoyed tehehe

Bonus it’s husband! Dad! Peter. I wanted it to be like soft giggly sex then I got lost in the sauce :3 but anyways enjoy!

18+ no minors!

Cw: breeding and cum n I guess nicknames lol.

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“Oh my gosh! Who is this little one?” You cooed at your aunt's new arrival.

“Her name is Jamie, the newest member of the family. “ your aunt squealed.

Your baby cousin's little chubby hands reach out to you, you let her tiny hand wrap around your finger. She babbles, making you giggle giving her tiny kisses on her cheeks which makes her laugh.

“Oh? What’s this about?” You glance back at Peter, your lovely husband.

“Meet our new family member, Jamie!” You give Jamie a big kiss on the head with a “mwah!” Making her burst into laughter even more.

“God- that is so cute” you hear Peter chuckle out as you stand up.

“Well we better get goin’ we have a babysitter watchin’ our little one at home. Don’t want to keep her waiting “ you motioned to the door.

“You should bring them over next time! They can have a playdate!” Your aunt giggled, and you smiled.

“Sounds like a plan, bye bye auntie!”

-

“Hi, Ms. and Mr. Parker! The baby is already tucked in and fed.” Abby, your babysitter beamed as you walked through the door.

“Seriously? Aw Abby, you shouldn’t have!” You gave her a big hug, as Peter pulled out some money to pay her.

“My pleasure! Your baby is such a delight to be with honestly, so calm.” Abby put her hand on her heart making you smile.

“I’m glad. Here is a little extra for a job well done.” Peter handled Abby the cash as she skipped out your front door.

“Welp, that takes care of that.” You clapped, “What should we do now hubby? I kinda feel bummed for leaving early now, I could’ve played with the baby more.” You pouted, turning to your strangely quiet husband.

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that for very long.” Peter's hands encircled your waist, caging you against him.

“Oh? Is that so? How?” You bit your lip as Peter rocked you back and forth in his arms.

“You know, seeing you with your aunt's kid.. makes me want to have another one.” Peter hummed, you giggled, kissing his chin as he guided you to your shared room.

“Is that so, Mr.Parker?” You wiggled your eyebrows, your legs hit the side of your bed.

“Mm, so how about it?” Peter traces circles on exposed flesh before gently tugging your shirt off before taking his off as well.

“Well, I’m lettin’ you do all this, aren’t I? ” You stuck your tongue out, Peter took that opportunity to slip it into his mouth, making you shudder with delight.

Peter’s hands unhooked your jeans, pulled them down quickly, you stepped out of them as quickly before helping him do the same, you shrieked as he picked you up.

“Honey- shhh!” Peter covers your mouth, you lick his palm making Peter cringe, pulling his hand away, dropping you on the bed making you giggle.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it.” Peter plopped on top of you,

Your hums fueled him as his lips leave prints down your neck to your stomach, his fingers tracing down softly, you tremble.

“Soon, I’m gonna put another baby in here.” He taps your stomach, planting a kiss on the spot he tapped, allowing his tongue to drag down to your panty line.

His fingers hook your waistband, “Mm, every time I do this I feel like a kid on Christmas Day.” You grin at his

The statement, “Glad to know I'm the best gift you can get.”

Peter slips your underwear down your leg throwing them somewhere in your room. His finger slid into your cunt with ease, his thumb stroking your clit with a humming rhythm.

Your moans encourage another one, whimpering escaping your lips, “I gotta make sure you're nice and ready to take my cock.” his fingers brush your g spot making you buck up, “Fuck Pete..!”

Peter’s pace quickens, curling his fingers into you, his tongue joining his fingers in torturing you. Your head tilts back in delight, “So pretty seeing you losing yourself on my fingers and mouth.” Peter kissed your clit before sucking intensely making you seize as

A wash of pleasure overtakes your body.

“Y-you’re too good at that, y’know?” You stroke Peter’s hair, he takes your hand kissing it tenderly, you hum with satisfaction.

Peter’s boxers come off in a swift move, you smile at the familiar friend, “ Well hello there big fella.” You grin

Parker lines up your hole as you speak, laughing.

“Ya, big fella is happy to see you too.” Parker’s hands held your hips, plunging himself into you with a groan.

You whine as he starts his thrusts, “I’m gonna put a baby in you.” Peter bends down, nipping at the flesh on your collarbone and neck, more plastering little hickies.

“Pe-Pete, mm…! Please-!” Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper inside of you, making you both whimper.

“Aw- W-want me to breed this pretty pussy of yours? H-hm?” Peter rams into you, your eyes roll back as he hits that oh-so-sweet spot.

“Yes! Yes! Please-! C-cum in m-me please!” You squeal out as his finger rubs circles on your clit, Peter whimpers as you clench tighter.

“Yeah? M’gonna fill you up so much.” Peter grabs your arms, pinning them down to get a better grip to ram into you, making you feel oh so weak.

“Mm- p..please! Ple-! G-get me p-“ your mewl cuts you off as Peter’s hands abandon your arms to snatch your hips drilling into you in sloppy motion.

“H-hm? Get- get you what- baby? Tell me!” Peter growls and you whimper in response.

“P-pregnant! Pleas-please! C-cum i-in me!” Your hands grip his back, your nails scratch red marks into his milky skin.

“Fuck- You’re- you’re squeezing me so har-! I’m gonn- cum” Peter whimpers, you nod vigorously.

“Y-yes ! Please- I-I wanna cum wii-with you!” You wail,

“Wanna c-cum with me, pretty girl?”

“Yes! Y-yes!”

Peter’s rhythm hastens as you grip the bed, biting your lip to keep yourself from screaming.

“D-don’t wa-waste a single drop, y-you're gonna take it all- all of it!” Peter’s strained voice was music to your ears as that familiar pit builds in your stomach.

Your whines send Peter into a frenzy, the room is only filled with his grunts and your sobs. Your eyes close as Peter’s thrust grows messy, your toes curl as you feel his cock pulsing before a warm sensation fills your pussy.

The room is silent other than the soft pants of you and peter.

“Mmm, that was good.”

Peter pulls out of you, making you both whimper. His fingers push the oozing cum back into you eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

“Gotta make sure everything stays in, right?” Peter states making you giggle.

“Have any new baby names in mind, my love?” Peter’s hands rub your stomach. You hum in response.

“Mm, not really but..we have 9 months to decide right?” You kiss your husband before you both snuggle together.

#tasm!peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm fic #peter parker fic #peter parker oneshot #tasm andrew garfield #andrew garfield!peter parker x you #andrew!peter fanfiction #andrew!peter x reader

[daddy-dins-girl]

Pedro Boys - "Zombie Apocalypse Team"

this might be my favourite one yet... keep reading for headcanons!

related posts: Pedro Boys "During a Fire Emergency" Pedro Boys "Nice Argument. Unfortunately," Pedro Boys "Don't Fuck This Up" Pedro Boys "Dad(dy) Matrix" Pedro Boys & Stabbing Pedro Boys "Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic" Pedro Boys "Feral/Sad/Angelic" Pedro Boys Respond to "I love you." Pedro Boys "Character Tropes" Pedro Boys "Gay/Depressed/Horny on Main" Pedro Boys "Dad/THOT/Bastard" Pedro Boys "bring some Coke to the party" Pedro Boys "I Want a Baby" Pedro Boys "As Babysitters" Pedro Boys "As McDonald's Dads" Pedro Boys "in a horror movie" Pedro Boys "Cinnamon Rolls" Pedro Boys "5 Kids, 3 Chairs" Pedro Boys "Playing Monopoly"

Headcanons under the cut!

Leader - Dave York. Simply put, Dave wouldn’t allow anyone else to be in charge of him, regardless if they’d be better suited for it. Some of the others follow him out of fear, others simply because they'd just prefer not to be in charge.

Brawler - Joel Miller. The muscle. Not so great with his words, much better with his fists.

Weapons Expert - Din Djarin. A bonafide space cowboy, this man has it all. Blasters, rifles, flamethrower, jet pack. Evaporating infected before they even see him coming.

Brains - Marcus Moreno. Truly the Team Leader, but he lets Dave hold the title. He has the mutual respect of everyone, is level headed and the glue that holds the whole group together. He advises Dave, but in a way that makes Dave think they’re his own ideas. Marcus doesn't need to take any credit, he just wants everyone to be safe.

Medic - Frankie "Catfish" Morales. He’s no doctor, but he's had enough basic field medical training in his military days to at least be able to patch everyone up better than anyone else on the team. He’d prefer to be the Vehicle Expert but sadly, modes of transportation in the apocalypse are hard to come by.

Moral Support - Marcus Pike. Always looking at the bright side of the apocalypse. He likes to joke “when life hands you cordyceps, make mushroom tetrazzini”.

Scientist - Ezra. Not exactly Einstein, but he knows what berries and plants are safe and which to avoid during long treks through the wilderness. He’s proven himself useful more so than not. Mostly he keeps Dieter from accidentally un-aliving himself.

Risk taker - Max Phillips. Loud and outspoken, Max's mouth is always getting the group into trouble. Good luck to any infected that tries to turn him though, his ego is so big its like a thick candy shell around the vulnerable parts of his brain.

Stealthy - Oberyn Martell. Forget sniping infected from 100 yards away, this man simply sneaks up behind them and with some flourishing footwork they're on the ground with any sharp object he could get his hands on slicing through the flesh of their throat. He's also stealthy in the way he manages to slip into the others' sleeping bags without them evening realizing at the time that they want him to, but that's a headcanon for another post...

Dumbass - Dieter Bravo. It's not that he wants to die, it's just that he seems to occasionally forget that he can't just eat the fungus as if it came in a Ziplock bag that he use to pay 40 bucks a pop for.

Badass - Javier Peña. This man just continuously takes down infected as if they might actually come to an end. He knows that as quickly as he takes down one colony, four more spring up, but he's stubborn and refuses to stop trying, regardless of how tired he is of it all.

Mascot - Javi Gutierrez. He is babygirl. To be protected at all costs.

Distraction - Jack "Whiskey" Daniels. A real root-tootin, gun-blazin cowboy. Jack never needs to be asked twice to go put on a spectacle in the middle of an open field, gathering all the attention so the rest of the group can flank all sides under brush cover. He seems to have nine lives too, narrowly escaping death more times than any other. And he can handle his own. He argued for the spot of Weapons Expert but ultimately was swayed when he realized being the distraction actually meant being the center of attention.

Stereotype - Pero Tovar. One look at this man screams "if anyone was going to survive a zombie apocalypse, it's him"

Sacrifice - Dio. Look, it was his idea. The weird part was that nobody even asked him to.

First Dead - Eddie. It's just facts. In a long line of Pedro Boys deaths, someone had to be first.

Reply or reblog with your own headcanons, I'd love to hear them :)

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[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by my favourite @theotherbuckley. Here's another small bit of dad!Buddie in the lead up to Aidan's second birth celebrations!

Eddie gave himself a couple more minutes of indulgently staring at his husband and son before deciding it was probably time to wake them up. It was Aidan’s second birthday, after all, and he knew the little boy wouldn’t want to sleep through any of it. Eddie gently reached out and pulled Aidan from Buck’s grip, bundling the little boy into his arms and pulling him against his chest. “Good morning, my little man, it’s time to wake up” he whispered into Aidan’s hair as he pressed small kisses against his head. Aidan whined, displeased from being pulled from his slumber, and used Eddie’s arm to push himself into a sitting position. Eddie braced Aidan with a hand on his back as the boy let out a face-splitting yawn, rubbing his eyes and looking at Eddie blearily. “Hi buddy” Eddie smiled, rubbing Aidan’s back in small circles. “Sleep well?” Aidan nodded and leaned forward to rest his head against Eddie’s chest, snuggling against him in his still half-asleep state. “Daddy sleep?” he asked tiredly, and Eddie nodded. “Yeah bud, Daddy’s still asleep. Should we wake him up?” “Uh huh” Aidan replied with another yawn and pushed himself off Eddie’s chest once again. As he crawled across the bed, his leg became trapped in the sheets and he faceplanted into Buck’s arm as he got stuck. Buck sat up in a rush, the sudden jolt pulling him awake in an instant and he looked around wildly. “What happened, what’s the matter?” he blurted, disoriented. “Hi Daddy” Aidan giggled as he picked himself up, crawling back up onto Buck’s stomach. “I two!” Buck, his brain finally coming back online and bringing him up to speed, let out an exaggerated gasp and tickled Aidan’s tummy. “You’re two?” he asked in his over-the-top baby voice. “That’s so big, baby, can you show me how many fingers that is?”. They’d been working on holding up fingers to show numbers and Aidan had gotten the hang of holding up his pointer finger to show the number one and could sometimes work out two fingers. With his face screwed up in concentration, tongue sticking out, Aidan held up his hand. He stared at his fingers with determination and slowly lifted his pointer finger and his middle finger until he was satisfied, he’d gotten it right. With a delighted grin, Aidan held up his hand and showed Buck and Eddie. “Two!” he exclaimed, very proud of himself. “You’re so smart!” Eddie grinned and he pulled Aidan off Buck’s stomach, holding him tight and peppering his face with fast kisses. Aidan giggled hysterically and tried to push away from Eddie’s grip. “Stop, Papa” he demanded, trying to frown at Eddie but couldn’t keep a straight face as Eddie playfully poked his side. “Come on, you little gremlin, lets get you ready for the day”. Eddie rolled out of bed, pulling Aidan with him, and swung him up onto his hip. He rounded the bed and leaned over to kiss Buck a quick kiss, holding Aidan out in front of him. “Give Daddy a kiss and then it’s time for a bath”. Aidan planted a wet kiss on Buck’s cheek and pulled back, settling into Eddie’s arms with a pleased look on his face. “Thanks for that, pal” Buck said as he wiped his son’s slobber off his face with a grimace and Aidan sent him a toothy grin, waving at Buck from over Eddie’s shoulder as Eddie carried him from the room.

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