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pinkmirth · 1 year

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I think we need some headcanons of cowboy Reiner

— ( save a horse, ride a cowboy! )

༉‧₊˚. — synopsis: just a cluster of fluffy and smutty headcanons for none other than the love of my life, cowboy reiner!

༉‧₊˚. — contains: (2k words of…) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader, (black coded), fluff, nsfw/smut, modern au, southern setting, established relationship (married), fantasies of having a child, breeding kink (‘cause this is reiner we’re talking about duh!), mentions of pregnancy, bondage kink, oral (m!receiving/blowjob), cowgirl position, doggy-style, creampie, reiner calls himself “daddy”, use of the petnames (mama, sugar, darling, honey, cowgirl), reiner calls you “woman” once, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

༉‧₊˚. — mira’s note: oh absolutely, nonnie! here are some thoughts I have on cowboy rei-rei 💕 (check masterlist for other reiner fics!)

this man is always covered head-to-toe in classic cowboy attire— embroidered cowboy boots, blue denim jeans with a lasso hanging from his belt loop, and a trusty old cowboy hat. he’s got the whole getup, and he looks even sexier in it every time you see him! though, his best look by far is the shirtless one. it’s the highlight of your day when whenever it gets too warm outside, because he’s soon to peel off his top. from across the farm, he can feel your eyes burning into his lightly-tanned skin as he does the most mundane chores. his muscles tense and flex with every move, pecs gleaming with sweat. he shoots you a smirk, folding his arms across his bare chest. “y’like what ya see, honey?” you pray the weather’s even hotter tomorrow.

it warms his heart whenever you come around to watch him do his daily chores around the farm. your presence motivates him to work harder, so he can continue to provide for you and sustain your comfortable lifestyle. you try not to be too much of a distraction, but you can’t help wanting to be closer to your husband; so you tug at his leather belt and pull him in for a kiss. that gets him giddy like nothing else. “ya know how much i love it when y’do that… gimme another,” he puckers his lips, and you giggle. “i don’t wanna keep you sidetracked for too long, rei. you were busy before i got here,” you caress his stubbled cheek and he pouts in response, leaning forward to receive another pillowy kiss. “jus’ one more, mama.”

cowboy reiner loves to cook and bake! he often goes on farmer’s market dates with you, walking hand in hand as you help him pick out the freshest ingredients and spices. you chat and laugh amongst one another, dropping carrots and apples into the hand-woven basket that reiner made for you. after arriving back home, he allows you to relax in yours and his shared bedroom while he whips together a hearty southern meal for the two of you. he shouts from across the house, adorned in nothing but a short pair of checkered boxers and a flimsy apron, “supper’s ready, darlin’! come on down ‘n eat!”

he’s great with animals! reiner cradles an adorable month-old horse in his strong arms, feeding milk to the baby with a soft smile. it’s just about the sweetest thing you could ever see! all the little foals follow him around the ranch because they love papa reiner just as much as you do <3 he’s built something of a connection between himself and his beloved herd, which is why he’s able to bring the horses over to their stables with no hassle whatsoever. this man could practically be a veterinarian with all the animal knowledge he has!

he’s a locally known rodeo champion! reiner wins the prize for longest bull-riding every single year. he should allow someone else a fighting chance, at least 😭 but he’s just effortlessly good at anything he puts his mind to! he skillfully rides the beast with such ease, leaving the crowd in awe. courtesy of his natural-born strength, he hardly ever gets tossed off. reiner’s got medals galore hanging on his wall from every competition.

as a southern man, he’s very family-oriented. his loved ones are of the utmost importance to him, and he’ll always put family first before anything else. he utterly adores you, and can’t wait to start a tiny lil family of his own with you <3 when I tell you this man cannot wait to be a papa, I mean it! there’s no denying that reiner would be an amazing father, considering that he’s so caring and attentive. he knows the best tickle spots to target, and the silliest faces to make to get a child cracking up (both of which he discovered through spending lots of time with gabi when she was small.) he constantly daydreams about dressing up his little one in tiny boots and overalls and carrying them up on his shoulders. (yes, I’m pushing the daddy rei-rei agenda on this fine weekend!)

cowboy reiner has manners like none other— the epitome of a true gentleman! he’s a great listener, is always so patient, opens doors for you, pays for your things without hesitation, gives frequent massages, carries you when you begin to feel tired; the list goes on! he’s just so kind and selfless, and never fails to show it. cowboy rei-rei is truly the perfect husband. “your feet hurt? well c’mere, sugar. i’ll carry you. it ain’t too much for me, y’know i can handle ya! jus’ hold onto me. i gotcha, okay?”

cowboy reiner is a grown man who can wholly appreciate your body and every striking detail about it. he scrutinizes the small dotted beauty marks scattered across your skin, your cutely patterned stretch marks, the curves and crevices of your soft tummy and thighs, and he fucking loves it all. makes it a habit to kiss up and down your body, just to give you a well-needed confidence boost. this man right here surely knows how to make a woman feel special! “listen t’me— you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, y’know that?”

(nsfw) — reiner loves when you treat him to a surprise blowie during work. he’s up to the usual, arranging things around the barn and tending to the animals. you then make your entrance, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind. your plump lips curve into a sensual smile as you ask him, “can I steal you for a moment, baby? it won’t be for too long, I swear it.” in an instant, he's allowing you to pull him away from his duties, unknowing of where you’re taking him, but also uncaring because he’d allow you to do whatever you please. he follows you with the goofiest smile plastered on his charming face, because he knows that he’s about to receive the most knee-buckling blowjob of his entire goddamn life. you bring him into the hayloft, pushing him against the red-painted wall until he’s flat against it. you drop to your knees and bring his jeans down with you. “fuck, darlin’… kiss the tip ‘fa me.” he moans lowly. you do as he wishes, suckling on his cockhead with the most beautiful, glistening eyes. you’re so eager to please, and it makes him throb on your tongue. with a hand at the back of your head, he guides you further onto him until you’ve swallowed the entirety of his fat dick. reiner ruts his hips, fucking into your wet mouth. you always know just how to make him feel so good, so loved. he adores you like nothing else. “oh, that’s it, honey, right there… atta girl.”

(nsfw) — the bondage kink on this man is insane, I tell you! cowboy reiner loves to keep your hands tied behind your back and watch you squirm against the rope. “rei,” in a breathless whine, his name falls from your plush lips. you wiggle your ass in the air for him, anticipating his next move. he takes you from the back, raw-dogging your pussy with a merciless pace. you truly wonder where he gets all this unparalleled energy to drill you into the bed, especially considering all the hard work he puts into maintaining the farm every day. one large hand of his stays planted on your waist, hastily grabbing, while the other holds onto your tied hands for leverage. he delivers harsh, deep-reaching thrusts, with his firm hips sharply smacking against you from behind. your wrists struggle against the rope, and he can tell just how desperate you are to touch him. his gaze is fixated on your soft body; every jiggle of your ass and ripple of your thighs is more hypnotizing than the last. you mewl for him, stuttering out something along the lines of ‘t—too much!’ … reiner leans down until his chest grazes the arch of your back, so that he can say, “quit alla-that whinin’, woman.” he clicks his teeth, flooding your ears with that sexy southern drawl of his. “y’can take it all, you’ve done it before.”

(nsfw) — we all know it, the entire goddamn fandom knows it: cowboy reiner has a massive fucking breeding kink! he wants nothing more than to get you pregnant by stuffing your pliant womb with his thick loads of cum. giving you a creampie makes him go completely wild; he watches his seed drip down your slit with hitched breath. a sight such as that is enough to get him hard all over again. the lust takes over, and he’s thinking with his dick for the next three rounds. plowing into you and rubbing at your puffed clit with calloused fingertips, reiner asks, “want me to come inside you? hm?” he gently holds onto your chin, directing your gaze to him. you dazedly look at your husband, pulsing around his thick cock. seeing how fucked-out you are makes his chest swell with the utmost pride. his greatest achievement is being able to please you. “tell me how bad y’fuckin’ want it, baby.” he rasps. your pleading moans urge him to release for you. his warm, pearly arousal seeps into you for the nth time that night. all he wants is to fill you up until you’re walking funny, with your leg shaking from all the stimulation. or, at least until that little stick comes out positive one day. having you grow plump with his child is his ultimate fantasy. “you’d look so stunnin’ as a mama, carryin’ my baby… don’t’cha think so, sugar?”

(nsfw) — reiner likes to let you wear his cowboy hat while you ride him. mounting onto your husband with your legs on either side of his hips, you straddle him. your dainty hands are planted on his broad chest for balance. he pulls off his iconic hat, hair cutely tousled from wearing it all day, before sitting up to place it on your head. “since you’ll be the one ridin’ tonight. giddyup, cowgirl.” he teases with a slick grin. you tip the hat with a breathy laugh before sinking down on his fat dick, maintaining sharp eye contact with him as your throbbing cunt takes him in little by little, until your clit’s grounded and snug against the dark-blonde tufts of his happy trail. his warm palms rub along your body as you swivel your hips, slamming down on all nine girthy inches that he has to offer. he watches your tits bounce, one manicured hand of yours squeezing at your left boob while the other holds onto his hat that rests upon the crown of your head. you rock back and forth with fervor, and he swears he can feel every spongy ridge of your contracting pussy. he throws his head back onto the pillows and gazes at you with the prettiest set of honey-golden eyes, hooded and lust-blown. gravelly moans fall past his agape lips as he spurs you on, giving your ass a thorough smack, “bounce on it, jus’ like that— yeah, fuck daddy’s cock.”

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katsune-nya · 10 months

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Reader asks TR characters: would you love me if i would be a worm? 😁😅

Hhhhhh. Ok, this is one of my favorite couple questions. I feel like it'd be so fun to annoy the guys especially with this. I chose Draken, Hakkai, Tetta, Emma and Hina. Might add more if I get ideas.

Thank you nonnie~♡.

Ken "Draken" Ryuguji.

"Baby, I have a very important question. And I really want you to take this seriously, it could change our relationship forever..." You talk.

Draken stopped his movements on his bike, lowering the tool he had in his hand and getting up to sit by your side.

"Alright. What is it? I promise it won't change a thing, I'll always stay by your side, okay?" He says in a soft voice, looking at you with seriousness in his eyes.

You take a deep breath, getting the words ready before you look him in the eye. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?".

"..."

"Actually, I don't think I love you as a person." He goes back to his bike, working on it silently.

"Come on! This is serious! Would you? I really wanna know..." You whine as you walk behind him.

Draken let's out a sigh. "Yes. I would love you if you were a worm."

You perk up and go crouch next to him by the side of his bike.

"Really? Even if I was an ugly one?" You ask cheerfully.

"You already look like an ugly worm." He teases blankly, neutral voice.

"KEN!".

Hakkai Shiba.

"Hey, Love Of My Life? Prettiest Boy Alive?" You call to your new boyfriend.

He turns his head to the side to look at you, "Hm?" he's still not fully confident in your company, but he's getting better at actually conversing.

"Would you love me if I was a worm?" You ask.

His face goes red, eyes wide. "Taka-chan didn't prepare me for this!" He thinks. "Uh... I-... Y-yes?" He asks, more than affirms.

"So you're admitting you love me, then?" You can't help but tease him when he looks this cute.

"Ah! I- I don't-! I mean- I do!- N-no! What I mean-" You just laugh as he stutters. Yeah, this relationship will be fun.

Tetta Kisaki.

"Baby..." You start. The second he hears your tone he KNOWS you're gonna say something stupid.

"Don't." He responds simply.

You lie on his arm and pop your question. "Would you love me if i was a worm?" You say with doe eye.

"..." He finally sighs. "What kinda worm? Eath? Venomous? Caterpillar?" He trails off. You think. "I don't know, any worm."

"There's a difference. Venomous?" He asks. "Mm, caterpillars are more interesting. Sure." You decide.

"Mm..." He thinks, thinking about it a bit too seriously. "Yeah." He settles. "What if i was an earthworm?" You continue.

"No."

Oddly enough, his last response doesn't sound like the truth.

Emma Sano.

"Princess... Would you love me if i was a worm?" You ask your girlfriend.

"Ew." She says with a small disgusted expression. She then leans on your arm and looks up at you, trying to give you a cute face.

"Would YOU love me if i was a worm?"

"That's unfair, i asked first!" You complain.

"Hmph... Fine... Yeah, i would, you'd be a cute worm." She says, finishing it off with a sweet smile.

A giggle escapes your lips. "Well, i would love you too if you were a worm. You'd be one of those cute fluffy ones." You realize.

"Aww. We could go on worm dates, squiggling through the leaves. Settling down and having worm babies." Emma starts trailling off, in her little worm fantasy.

You blink a few times. "Ok, that's enough."

Hinata Tachibana.

"Hinaaaaaaaa." You call out, to your girlfriend sitting on the other side of the couch.

"Yeah?" She responds, tilting her head with a small smile.

"Would you love me if i was a worm?" You ask.

"Yeah!" She tells you. "I would get you a little terrarium. Fill it with fresh soil and spraying it a bit, putting little leaves in it and making sure you're well nurtured." She explains nonchallantly.

"Would you get me little decorations?"

"Yup. Some tiny sticks and little branches with holes for you to hide. Some pretty rocks too." She adds cheerfully.

"..." You stare at her. "I love you."

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itwasthereaminuteago · 5 months

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Hi! I love your writing so much, you've written my fav smut of all time (I've re-read 'In dreams' sooo many times) So I've thought of this little scene and thought maybe this will inspire you to write something...

(I'm not a writer and I'm horrible with words so this probably is shit, but yeah...)

'"I love you so so much, you have no idea" Frank says while kissing your neck "Show me" you respond' and then smut (but in a loving way?)

Thank you ❣️

Hi Dear Nonny, I already thanked you for this message a while back, it absolutely made my day when i was feeling shitty and I want to say thank you again, and also apologise for this taking so long!

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: some fluffy sexy love, lots of praise, unprotected sex, Frank being so damn fine.

If you enojy my writing please share/reblog!

|| Show & Tell ||

When Frank first realised how he felt about you it hadn't come to him in some grand spectacle of a moment, not even at a time when your lives had been threatened (which had been par for the course living in Hell's Kitchen). It simply happened on a chilly spring morning when he saw you sitting on the couch engrossed in reading a book. You had a blanket pulled up around you, one of the cups of coffee you'd made for the two of you cradled in your hand as your eyes scanned over the pages.

Your presence had made his apartment a home, something that had happened so gradually and naturally that he hadn't really noticed the change at all, and he figured that was because it all just felt right. Things were the way they were meant to be.

He watched your lips quirk up at whatever it was you were reading, some escapist fantasy novel probably. You loved that shit.

You shifted your position and as you did, caught the way Frank was just standing there looking at you. “What's up big guy?” You ask.

“Just thinkin'.” He replies, sitting down next to you.

You close your book and set down your cup on the table in front of you, turning to face him.

“Oh?” you say, waiting to hear him with interest.

Frank knew he wasn't going to wrap up this in anything fancy, that just wasn't his style. He was just gonna go ahead and say it.

His warm brown eyes trace over your features as he lifts his hand to the side of your face to stroke your skin, his gaze finally resting when he meets yours.

“I love you.”

Your smile almost splits your face. It's so big and beaming and he instantly mirrors it.

“I love you too, Frank.” you respond, leaning forward to tilt your head up and kiss him softly. He chases your mouth, brushing his own lips up against yours, gently encouraging you to open slightly as he kisses you again and you gladly let him. He tastes the coffee on your tongue when he meets it with his, and when you break apart his hand is still cradling your jaw, his fingertips light on your neck and you already see the deep fire set in his expression as he looks at you.

“You don't get it baby,” he's telling you, your body coming alight with the warmth of his attention. “I love you, so, so much.”

You hum, closing your eyes as he closes the distance between you again, teasing a light lick against your tongue before his mouth roams over the skin of your jaw, his lips kissing and caressing the side of your neck below your ear as he whispers low, sending anticipatory little shivers running up and down your spine.

“... You've got no idea how much.”

You tilt your head back in surrender, you can feel the passion imprinted in his words and you just know there's plenty more to come. So you open the door wide.

“Show me.”

He always shows you in other less physical ways of course. Texting you the sweetest messages when you're at work or he's away for a couple of nights. Picking up your favourite sweet treats from that artisanal bakery he saw you making googly eyes at when you both walked past it one day. Or even switching his usual brand of coffee when you first moved in because of the hilarious face you made when he once gave you a cup of the stuff he had before.

But right now you barely have time to take a full breath before he's scooping you right up and sitting you down on his lap. With one large hand planted firmly on your thigh and the other curled around the back of your neck he brings you closer, your foreheads touching as you meld with each other. His kisses are teasingly short and shallow at first, like he's tasting you for the very first time. But with each one the tension grows even more electric between you, vibrating like a plucked bass string as the kisses you share get longer, deeper, and messier as he starts unraveling you. His big warm hands skate up under your soft shirt, his fingers exploring your skin, rucking the fabric up and baring you to him until you raise your arms and rid yourself of it completely. Not wasting a moment, you're pressing yourself back against his body and mouth as soon as you are able to. His teeth graze over your lip and you moan softly as he tugs at it gently while he tilts his hips up and presses his tented crotch against you. You allow yourself a sly smirk, sliding your hands up the back of his head and furrowing your fingers through his thick, dark hair watching his eyes close in bliss for a few seconds as you scratch at his scalp.

“Show me, Frank.” You repeat. Your composure is shredding with how easily he then wraps one arm around your waist and stands, walking you both to the bedroom where he lays you down on the edge before pulling off his own shirt from his muscled upper body as you watch with hungry fascination. Frank leans over, caging you, hands either side of your head on the bed as continues to lay kiss after tender kiss, slowly working his way down your body until he's eagerly mouthing at the round swell of your breasts, pushing each one up in turn with his hand until they're spilling from your bra cups, sucking and teasing at your pebbled nipples until you're shuddering from the sweet sensitivity.

He continues downward, humming with desire as the tip of his tongue trails down the centerline of your stomach until he reaches the band of your sweats. You hitch your legs up automatically when you feel him curl his fingers around the waistband and drags them and your panties down your thighs, his mouth right back on your skin as hungry as ever. He quickly rids you of them and your cosy socks, rising back up and lifting your foot and leg to make space for himself. You can't help giggling as he kisses his way back up from your ankle to the inside of your knee but your light laughter very quickly changes to softer moans when those lips work up and up the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

“Love you baby,” Frank keeps on confessing, pushing the words into you and you feel the weight of it washing over like a warm wave taking you under. “you want me to show you, huh sweet thing?”

You hold that eager gaze of his long enough to sigh out a resounding yes before your eyes are rolling back as soon as he puts his mouth on your cunt. Your back is arching off the bed challenging his strength as he has to curl his arms around your legs to keep you right where he wants you. When the warm, wet tip of his tongue slides through to part the moist petals of your vulva, you feel and hear him groaning deeply right against your core and already you're panting and writhing from his intimate touch.

But as good as it feels that's not how you need him. It's so hard to want to make him move when every time he comes up for a breath he's growling praises of just how perfect you taste under his tongue. You're torn in two, fighting with the need to feel him everywhere in every way possible all at once, but you need him inside, as close as can be. The scratch of his scruff against your skin combined with the soft sensation of his lips and tongue massaging your clit has you whining out a plea.

“Frank, Frankie please-”

He looks up, still softly licking and kissing your dripping pussy between his words.

“Please what, princess? What do you need?”

He climbs slowly up towards your face, urged on by your grasping fingers first at his head, and then sliding down his abdomen and impatiently tugging his belt loose to help free him from his pants.

“You.” you say pointedly, slowly stroking his entire length through his boxers. He swears under his breath and you feel him throb at your touch.

“Mhm, a'right. You sure?” He would usually takes his time, gets you ready first, warm you up with his fingers but you can't wait, you want to feel him now.

“Frank, please!”

He's quick to obey and remove the rest of his clothes while you unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. When he moves himself over you you're already hooking your legs around his waist and pulling his hips down towards your own, his sensitive cock dragging firmly against the skin of your stomach and you revel in the desperate groan he makes at the contact.

You reach down between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his thick shaft, watching as you easily coax a few drops of precum from his tip, smearing it around the head with your thumb causing him to curse again.

“Christ, okay sweetheart, you ready?”

“Yes, fuck, yes! Please just-”

He draws back a little way, gently pushing your thighs open wider before taking himself in hand. He locks eyes with you, slowly sliding the tip of his cock back and forth along the length of your slick folds.

“Youre so fuckin’ beautiful.” he says as you trace your fingers down the side of his face, your thumb pulling down on his lower lip as you bite your own between your teeth as he nudges his way to your entrance. His forehead rests against yours as he takes his time, sinking into your velvet heaven with parted lips and a shared soft sigh.

“Mm, that's it. Nice n’ slow, yeah that's it baby.”

You want to cry, but it's not with pain. There's barely any pain, just the perfect stretch. You wanted this, wanted to feel every single inch of him as he fills you, want to feel the way he trembles above you as he savours it with you. He kisses you again, slow, taking his sweet time to explore your mouth, push those addictive little whimpers from your plush lips.

“Feel so damn good sweetheart, love you so fucking much…”

When he's all the way to the hilt he stills, giving you all the time you need to adjust. Every little movement he makes is bliss. You wrap yourself around him, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you tell him again that you love him back and he can't ever hear it enough. He begins to move, making love to you so tenderly, one hand bracing his weight on the bed and the other caressing your jaw and splaying around your throat as your lips meet and he kisses you deeply, tongue moving in tandem with his cock inside you. Frank wasn't sure if he could let himself love again, allow himself to be this open and unguarded, but you make it easier than he could have imagined. He never takes his eyes from you as he makes it clear just how much you mean to him, driving you crazy every time he opens his mouth to speak.

“You don't know what you do t’me,” he confesses, rolling his hips up and filling you so completely. You can only respond with a wavering gasp, clasping your thighs more tightly around his waist as you flow so perfectly together.

“goddamn girl, you don't know what y’do…”

You were certain you had a pretty good idea but you adored it when Frank was so verbal like this. He'd shower you with so many sweet praises, and sometimes get so worked up he'd run his mouth almost non-stop with filthy promises that he would always keep.

When Frank makes love, he makes love. When he hits that rhythm and angle just right he has you whining with pleasure and emotion with every one of his deep thrusts.

“Fuck, there it is baby- such a good girl f'me… shit, wanna do this all day, you want that sweetheart? Just want to make you feel so fucking good honey, give you fuckin' everythin’-”

He cuts off with a deep groan as you tilt your head to suck his thumb between your lips, your tongue caressing and swirling around the tip. He watches intently, never ceasing the movement of his hips, groaning as you take the digit deeper while your big blown out pupils gaze up at him.

“Attagirl, fuckin' attagirl,” he growls gently, twitching inside of you because of how much he's turned on, never ceasing to be amazed by how fucking sexy you are.

When he withdraws his thumb you chase it, a thin string of saliva connecting as he leads your mouth to his again, delving deep and lapping your tongues together. Your bodies slide and intertwine, you're sharing every single sensation with electric intensity, every clipped and hushed breath, pushing each other closer and closer to an ephemeral state of euphoria. When he bends to kiss your chest and he takes your nipple into his mouth you hum as the layers of pleasure build. He cups and paws at your breasts, lavishing them with such attention that you know what's coming next.

“Sweetheart, you wanna go on top? God you know I love it when you do your thing, please baby, I'm beggin’ you.”

You grin and nod. “Yeah, of course I want to. Let me ride you Frankie.”

Frank easily rolls you both over so that you're now straddling him, your hands placed on his broad pecs as you steady yourself before you begin to move. You know that he loves when you're in control, moving above him like a goddess, and he treats you just like one worshiping every inch of you with his hands and mouth. He loves the way you move your hips, loves when you guide his fingers down to the crux of your thighs and take exactly what you need. He loves when you lose yourself in the sensation, giving yourself the permission you don't even need you to let go, to just use him. There's always such fierce focus in his eyes when you make love like this. He watches for the signs of the pleasure you feel blooming throughout your body like an unfurling flower, devotedly tending to your needs even before you know what they might be.

His hands settle on your hips as you move them, almost to try to ground himself as the sight of your gorgeous tits bouncing and your own hands fondling them as you rise and fall on his cock is driving him precariously close to the edge.

“Goddamn that's good baby, that’s it. Feelin’ real nice huh?” Frank continues to fill your head with his sweet praise as you feel yourself getting closer. “Oh yeah, there you go, like that, hm?”

You can only mewl in answer when he starts steadily thrusting his hips up hitting you at a deeper angle, your wetness gathering at the base of his dick and dripping over his ball sac each time he pushes home into your cunt. He brings his thumb to your swollen, needy bud of nerves again, spreading more of your slick arousal over and over, rubbing your aching clit till your walls start to pulse around him.

“Yeah, yeah, jus’ like that princess, that what you need? Can feel you baby, you're doin' so good f’me.”

You can feel it too, building so quickly you almost don't want the feeling to end. “I'm so close-" you moan, "I wanna feel you come inside me, Frank!”

You're an absolute fucking angel he surely doesn't deserve. He grits his teeth, never losing his rhythm despite being extremely close to the edge too.

“M’right there with you darlin’, just keep those beautiful eyes on me.”

He watches your mouth open, your breathy moans quickly increasing in volume and frequency as you ride him. He tightly circles your clit faster, his dark gaze intensifying the very moment your orgasm sears through you, making you cry out as bursts of ecstasy come in bone-deep waves throughout your body. Frank doesn't stop, groaning loud and low in response when he unleashes, pumping his hips as he comes hot and hard, deep inside of you. He pulls you down close, wrapping his arms around you, repeating those three words, I love you, over and over as he slows down, gently fucking you through your high.

When the two of you eventually still, you remain wrapped in each other. You can feel the powerful beat of his heart start to slow along with your own thumping strongly against your chest. His fingers idly stroke back and forth over the skin of your arm as your breathing returns back to normal.

“Mm Frank,” you murmur, so very satisfied you feel as if you could be glowing. Tilting your head up, you kiss him again. “You sure as hell showed me.”

He chuckles warmly, shaking you gently with his quiet laughter.

“That was what you meant when you said ‘show me’, right?” He asks, and you smile back at him when you see that grin on his mouth. “Or maybe I shoulda left you alone with your book, huh?” he adds. “You looked pretty into it.”

You sit up, smoothing your hands over his chest as you start giggling. “There is no way in hell that was ever gonna happen, mister, not once you get something in your head. I know you…” you tell him confidently and the corners of Frank's eyes crease at that, you're not wrong.

“That you most definitely do, sweetheart.” He rolls you onto your side, carefully pulling out before pulling the covers up over you to stop you catching a chill.

“How about I run us a bath, sweet girl?" Frank proposes. "I wanna lay with you for a while. Does that sound good?”

“Mm, that sounds like heaven.” You nudge closer, taking his face in your hands to kiss him on the crooked bridge of his nose. “And I love you too.”

#frank castle x female reader #frank castle smut #frank castle fluff #frank castle fic #nonny i hope you see this! 💕

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headfullofpresley · 8 months

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Welcome back to tumblr, Tam! I wanted to see if you’re taking requests and if you are…could we see 50s!El giving the reader a facial and maybe he accidentally cums in her eye.

Idk that would be some funny shit…😂

hi nonnie, thank you so much! decided to make this into a blurb even though i never write blurbs (simply bc i always get carried away lol), but i love this idea! i'm a sucker for the funny, mundane shit. hope you like it! 💗

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝

Word count: 858

Warning(s): strong language, handjob, facial, elvis cummin' in your eye.

“Faster, faster, oh fuck- faster, baby..” Elvis grunted as he stood in front of you, feet planted firmly on the floor of his bedroom, head thrown back as his lips were parted. His chest was heaving up and down heavily, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening letting you know he was close to falling apart. Usually, you knew that at this point, you’d have to put his cock in your mouth to let him paint the back of your tongue white.

You were a good girlfriend like that.

And you were an even better girlfriend for agreeing to his idea of having him cum on your face. After all, he just came back from his two year long stint in Germany and you had missed being intimate with him so much that you didn’t even protest to this naughty little fantasy of his.

You were completely focused on the task as your hand was moving faster and faster, ignoring the slight ache in your wrist. What was about to come made you determined and while this had been Elvis’ idea, you were curious about it too. He always brought out the naughty and wild side in you and every time you had sex with your boyfriend, you were completely swept up into the moment.

“Shit… Little, y-yes,” he grunted as he looked down at you, quickly replacing your hand with his own, continuing your work. You took it as a sign to get ready and sat there all pretty on your knees, hands placed on your thighs. He grunted as he panted heavily, mumbling something about you having to close your eyes but you were too eager and lost in the moment to register his words. You barely had time to register them to be quite frank, because in a matter of seconds, warm spurts of cum landed on your face and your eyelashes fluttered in a reflex.

You wanted to see the whole thing happening, but that probably wasn’t the best idea.

As some of it managed to creep into your left eye, you didn’t even have time to cuss at your boyfriend for having some of his cum land in your hair, because you felt as if your eye was on fire. Letting out a panicked shriek, you squeezed your eye shut and covered it with your hand. Elvis didn’t notice it at first, until he saw you sitting back on the floor and fanning your hand in front of your closed eye, too scared to open it.

Elvis, unfortunately, didn’t have the time to admire his creation on your face as he saw the state you were in. Kneeling down next to you, he gently grabbed your chin and looked at your face. “Baby, are you okay?”

You glared at him with one eye, grasping the tissues he held out to you he got from the box on the bedside table, shoving him away. “You came into my eye, you idiot!”

Elvis sat on his knees opposite you, putting his hands on your knees as he watched you rub your eye with the tissues for a second. He should be worried, and he really was worried, but he couldn’t help but to see the humor in it. You looked at him as he let out a roaring laugh, managing to slowly open your assaulted eye, which was red and teary.

“I t-told you.. told you to close your eyes!” Elvis stuttered as he laughed hysterically, and laughing even harder as you gave him another shove and he fell back on the floor. You wanted to be angry at him and give him a hard time, but it didn’t take you long to be laughing just as hard as he was.

“I’m never doing that again!” You told him after the two of you had calmed down a little and your eyes didn’t sting as much anymore after Elvis had inspected it and kept a damp washing cloth against it, while also cleaning the rest of your face.

“Don’t say that, baby,” He grinned as he smothered your face with kisses, ignoring how he could still taste himself on your skin a little. “’S not like you’ve gone blind, now did’ya?”

“Well, sure felt like it!”

He laughed his contagious belly-laugh again and wrapped his arms around you, getting off the floor and rolling in between the sheets on the bed with you. Before you knew it, he was already on top of you and in between your legs again, grinning down at you. “I’ll make it up to ya real good, Little,”

“You better,” You smiled at him as you trap him in your embrace by wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, keeping him close against you as he leaned down and kissed you.

For the rest of the night, he made it up to you.

Again, and again, and again.

And every time, he made sure to be mindful of your left eye, kissing your eyelid lovingly as he reminded you how much he missed you when he was away in Germany for those long two years.

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agustdiv1ne · 10 months

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hi!! congrats on 3k <3

for the event, could i request taehyun + twilight + fluff/smut

tysm! and congrats again!!

NOW SHOWING...

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader

genre: fantasy/supernatural, fluff, smut

wc: 2.8k

details + warnings: mdni, vampire!taehyun + human!mc are not representative of any particular characters they're just vibing in the twilightsphere, taehyun (looks-wise,,) + mc are in their early twenties, sex in the great outdoors, dom!tae, sub!mc, mc is kind of a masochist LOL, light spanking (f receiving), praise, thigh riding, face sitting, tae calls mc: baby

note: thank you nonnie!! i hope you enjoy :))

you maybe, kind of, sort of hate the town that is forks, washington.

forks, in your honest opinion, is...painfully gray. clouds constantly hide the sun from view. it is almost always raining. fog is the norm, not the exception. the real cherry on top is how the town is blocked in and divvied up by expanses of creepy trees of which you have no desire to step even a single toe into. it's dreary, it's boring, it's weird — and it's just all too fucking gray.

you wonder what your life would be like if you had left while you could, if you had uprooted your life and attended college in some state far, far away, if you had gotten a degree and become a teacher or an artist or even some bigshot lawyer. maybe you wouldn't be wasting the years of your youth in your parents' little diner. maybe you wouldn't be stuck with the indelible expectation that said diner will be yours one day, hanging dark and heavy over your head like the storm clouds that loom over your house ninety-nine percent of the year.

then again, if you had left, you would never have met taehyun.

he moved into town when you were nineteen, an age at which you were hard-headed and bitter because everyone else your age had already moved on to bigger and better things while you were abysmally stuck like a tire in mud. you felt abandoned, alone, and you saw yourself in him because he, too, seemed to have no one else.

at the same time, you also thought he was a little strange — stoic, reserved, out at odd hours of the night — but you couldn't really judge, lest you sound like a raging hypocrite. you remember the first time that you saw him: it was well after midnight, you had just closed the the diner, and the streets were eerily empty — yet there he stood, across the street, turned away towards the tree line. he seemed to have been watching something in the woods, but as soon as he picked up on the crunch of your shoes against the gravel parking lot and saw you behind him, he fled, gone as quick as lightning. you almost thought that he was a figment of your imagination, that you were finally losing it after your nearly lethal consumption of caffeine that night.

however, after that incident, he began to show up during your shifts, sitting in the far corner of the small space for hours, answering your questions with curt nods and quiet hums. very real, very much not a hallucination. he never ordered anything other than a water, and his eyes often stayed trained on the woods that lay just outside the windows. watching, waiting (for what, you didn't know, but you didn't really care to find out). though the fact that he never once ordered something — not even a basket of fries, or a milkshake — irritated you to no end, but you bit your tongue like a good waitress had to and allowed him to sit there. not many people stopped by at such late hours, anyway, and maybe his presence cured some of your loneliness; he wasn't good company, by any means, but company nonetheless.

one particular night, a few months after he began to come in, things simply weren't going your way. if the argument between you and your parents before your night shift started wasn't enough, you burned your forearm when you accidentally spilled a pot of coffee and slipped and fell onto the unforgiving linoleum floors while carrying two plates of food. by the time he showed up, you were in the middle of a full-blown mental breakdown and could barely hold back tears as you greeted him at his normal booth.

“are you okay?” he had asked, his eyebrows furrowed, betraying his typically apathetic expression. in response, you burst into tears, apologizing as you attempted to run to the back, but he stopped you, his ice-cold fingers looped around your wrist. the sensation sent shivers straight down your spine, something that you can still vividly remember. you whipped around to face him. his wide, carob eyes cut through you with an intensity that you’d never experienced before. “sit. with me, i mean.”

“i-i’m working,” you choked out.

his lips formed a flat line. “no one else is here.”

“fine,” you mumbled, taking a seat on the other side of the booth. he had let you vent about everything and anything that plagued you, silent while he listened. the words he spoke once you finally exhausted yourself stick in your mind to this very day.

“it’s never too late to start carving your own path, y’know. you’re young, you have time.”

things changed after that night. a friendship bloomed, then a relationship began after about six months of knowing each other. things changed again, however, growing strange once you did begin dating. he made constant excuses as to why he couldn't sleep over and why you couldn't come over to his place; he didn't touch you often; and the weirdest of all his habits: he never, ever went anywhere near your neck, whether it be with his hands or his lips. loneliness and the acrid feeling of being unwanted returned in full force, nipping at each and every nerve within your body.

sick of it all, you eventually confronted him about it during a picnic date in a large clearing one evening. naturally, when your boyfriend admitted to you that he's a vampire — in the middle of the woods — and showed you his sparkling fucking skin, you were freaked the hell out. yet, in the end, it didn't scare you away, especially once he said that he only ever fed from animals he'd find in the woods. you cared for him just as much as he cared for you — human or not, you decided that you loved him either way.

(also, he'd always seemed a little off, other. maybe you were a little satisfied to know that you were right, but you'd never admit to that.)

nearly two years have passed since then, and while your feelings about forks haven't changed in the slightest, taehyun brings an ironic sense of life to the dismal little town.

“you’re staring.”

you feel your face heat up at your boyfriend’s words, your gaze immediately diverting away. you were not staring, no way. though he moves to find your eyes again, you maneuver out of his hold, now glaring at a spot on his shoulder. “no, i wasn’t.”

“aaand your heart rate just picked up.”

“you’re so unfair,” you hiss. “just— just keep your stupid vampire senses to yourself!”

he laughs, the sound light and melodic, as he attempts to wrap his arms around you again. you've turned away from him, arms crossed over your chest and in a state of faux despondency. he knows just how to press your buttons; the fact that he can pick up on each and every minute change of your heart rate and scent will forever be something that gets to you. you can't hide anything from him, and both of you know it.

you feel like you spend every waking hour with taehyun nowadays. if you're not working, you're with him doing fuck all just to spend time with each other, but even in the most mundane moments, boredom never becomes an issue. even right now, as you lay together in this small clearing in the forest, simply talking and staring up at the pewter clouds, everything feels...right? complete? you think that's the word that you should use — like the final piece being placed into a puzzle.

“c’mon, you can’t stay mad at me,” he goads. he blows into your ear afterward to make you flinch, earning a yelp in response. “you just make it so easy to tease you.”

“yeah, yeah. make fun of the defenseless human,” you sigh, turning back around to face him with pursed lips, delivering a firm poke to his forehead. “you’re lucky that you’re pretty.”

if he had said anything similar to you a couple years ago, you would've likely stormed off and ignored him for hours. you're not proud of how you once acted, but at least you've grown softer around the edges over the years. kinder, less resentful. and rather than tear your walls down, he scaled them slowly and met you at the top, took them apart brick by incorporeal brick as the trust between you grew, gentle and never prying.

one of his eyebrows raises. “pretty, hm? is that all i am to you?”

pretending to think, you tap your chin, your eyes shifting up towards the sky. you've grown softer, no doubt, but your witty edge refuses to disappear. how else could you keep up with him?

you make eye contact with him again, finding an expectant glint in them. you can barely bite back the smirk fighting to pull at your lips. “hmm...yeah, i think that’s about it.”

“you are such a brat, my god,” he groans, head falling against your chest. “is your life goal just to rile me up?”

“honestly? yeah. it’s just so easy to tease you,” you throw his earlier jeer straight back into his face, but the words are soon followed by a series of shrieks as he pushes you onto your stomach, unfazed by your feeble attempts to break away from his inhumanly strong hold. a hand leaves your wriggling waist to deliver a light slap to your ass. it’s careful, barely there. he knows how much more fragile you are compared to him, after all. the last thing he’d want to do is hurt you.

what he doesn't account for is the way you'd moan at the sensation.

a tense silence overtakes the air around you, the only noises remaining being the rustle of trees and the chirping of birds. you've all but buried your head into your arms. although your current position renders him unable to catch your flustered expression, your scent — fuck, your scent has changed, something heady and sweet and it's almost as if he can taste the lust and need rolling off of your form. your blood rushes faster beneath your skin, the erratic ba-bump of your heart loud in his ears. he pushes his base instincts down; he's better than this. he can't hurt you — he won't.

“you— did you like that?” he carefully asks, a gentle hand pressing into the middle of your spine. it’s not often you find each other in spontaneous intimate moments, mostly due to his fear of losing control, but your trust in him is immutable. in the span of two years, he has not once hurt you — but you still find yourself shaking your head in denial, the embarrassing heat gracing your cheeks keeping you from looking at him. he won’t hurt you, you know that, but that doesn’t change just how mortifying this moment is. you and him haven’t explored this part of your sexuality yet, the hidden side of you that enjoys a little pain amongst all the pleasure. it’s something that you’ve barely touched upon yourself.

taehyun, on the other hand, isn't satisfied with your answer. a morbid curiosity eats at his nerves, and he can't help himself from gathering you into his lap so that you straddle his hips. you are wearing a thick pair of jeans today, but it's not enough to prevent your scent from overwhelming his senses further due to your spread apart thighs. he steels himself, trying not to press the pads of his fingers into your hips too hard. you still refuse to look at him, your head hanging low and bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth. he brings a hand to your chin, tilting your head up. your eyes divert to his shoulder under his intense gaze.

“look at me, baby,” he orders softly. he watches a shudder run through you before you listen to him. the muscles of your throat contract as you gulp, though his expression remains neutral, his fingers squeezing your chin. “i’m going to ask you one more time: did you like that? did it feel good?”

inhale, exhale, nod.

his lips purse. “words, baby.”

“y-yes,” you whisper, weak and breathy, like you don’t want to admit it to yourself either. it earns you a quiet “good girl” and his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

taehyun stares at you for a moment before he asks, “do you trust me?”

of course you do, and you tell him just that, pulling a smile from him. “i want you to take your jeans and panties off for me, okay?”

you nod, rolling off his lap with shaky limbs and removing everything below your waist. the chilly air nips at your bare skin.

he takes no time in maneuvering you back onto his lap, legs straddling only one of his thighs now. you send him a questioning glance, with which he responds by rubbing soothing circles against your bare hips beneath your oversized sweater.

“get yourself off on my thigh,” he encourages. he doesn’t trust himself to be inside of you right now — he’s barely keeping it together as it is — but that won’t stop him from making you feel good.

you're silent as you take an experimental roll of your hips. the friction of your clit against the rough fabric of his jeans causes your mouth to fall open. you press your hands against his chest, grinding down again. and again. and again. the picnic blanket below you digs into your knees. taehyun grabs your hips a little tighter, beginning to help you move your hips faster, pressing you down harder. his grip is nearly bruising, but the ache that it brings renders you speechless, unable to speak besides the quiet gasps that you let out. quickly, you grow lost in the pleasure, the delicious friction against your clit growing more intense as the seconds tick by.

smack! taehyun brings a hand down against the swell of your ass, much harder than the teasing one he gave you earlier. you jolt on top of him with a loud moan, clenching around nothing. “tae— fuck!”

“yeah? what is it, baby?” he coos, slapping his palm down again. he’s barely breathing, monitoring your expression to make sure he’s not hurting you too much. but all he finds is pure, unadulterated pleasure, your head thrown back and your eyes fluttering as your movements grow more desperate. his head grows fuzzy at your strengthening scent.

“gonna— ‘m gonna cum, please,” you whine, nails now digging into his chest. you look like pure sin, with your flustered face and heaving chest and your glazed over eyes straight into his. “please please please—”

he can't take it anymore.

suddenly, your body careens through the air before you can even process it, your thighs now cushioning taehyun's face while he fully lays back. he gives you no time to complain of your ruined orgasm, his lips suckling your clit while his tongue circles the weeping bud. your hands grab at his hair, pressing down. there's no way that you can hurt him, so you allow yourself to grind down on his face like you did his thigh, using his face as your own personal toy. he gropes your ass all the while, pushing you further down against him until you smother him, ravaging you whole. you can no longer hold in your moans, and they only serve to spur him on. one of his razor-sharp teeth slides against your lower lips, and that's enough for your high to wash over you, your vision flashing white while you quake above him. he holds you up with strong hands, continuing to tongue at your clit until you're pushing his head away.

“tae, stop,” you beg while he cleans you up, ignoring your heightened sensitivity. “tae.”

“fine, fine,” he mumbles once he pulls his mouth away from your center. “can’t help it, you taste good.”

“quit being embarrassing,” you groan, your submissive tendencies all but gone. you struggle to lift yourself off of him and wiggle your jeans back on. he ends up helping you, patting your ass when you’re all done. you slap his chest, but you lean up and press your lips to his anyway. pulling away, you slide a hand under his sweatshirt. above, beams of sunlight break through the thick clouds, illuminating his skin. biting back a smirk, you rub a thumb over his cheek where it shines.

“take me home,” you purr. “we’re not done yet.”

you're careening through the woods moments later.

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#txt smut #taehyun smut #txt x reader #taehyun x reader #txt fluff #taehyun fluff #txt imagines #taehyun scenarios #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #agust.nsfw #3k milestone celebration #💌 — tyun

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Oh my God, I really need to have babies with your hubby tony, seriously! I would be the happiest wife in the world. Can you write a delicious baby making with him? Breeding kink is so hot and breeding kink with tony is even hotter, aaaand you write smut beautifully!

Nice and round for me

PAIRING | Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You and Tony are enjoying your honeymoon in Switzerland, and you had a little more to drink this particular night than usual. You still can't keep your hands off one another, but when the night gets more heated, a specific kink of Tony's comes to light, and you can't help but indulge him in his biggest fantasy.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ breeding kink, daddy kink, lactation kink (without milk), cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting ], mentions of pregnancy.

A/N | Hi Nonnie, thank you for this wonderful request! It will be my first time writing a breeding kink, and I'm honored you want me to write it with the wonderful hubby Tony Stark! 🖤

This one-shot takes place during the same time frame as Baby, it's cold outside. You don't need to have read that one to understand this, but I would still appreciate it if you check it out if you still need to.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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You and Tony have been enjoying your honeymoon for the last week and a half, but neither of you has seen much of the beautiful Alps you're currently at. Today, you are planning on changing that.

''Babe, I really think it's time to go and enjoy the sights out there; I didn't bring my camera for nothing,'' you tell him while you're having breakfast together.

Honestly, you're still sore from yesterday since the two of you had been going at it all day and all night, so it would be nice to have a day off for once.

''Alright, but I might have better use for your camera-''

''No, Tony, we're not filming ourselves having sex. You can forget about that idea,'' you say sharply.

''Never say never...'' he said in a sing-song voice, quickly getting up before you could poke him in his side as punishment.

''Not fair! I'm still sore from yesterday, so I'm not as fast as you are,'' you say with a pout.

''I'm sorry, Honey Bee,'' he says as he walks back, giving you a soft kiss on your lips as an apology.

When breakfast is gone, the two of you get some walking done, and you snap some fantastic pictures of the Swiss Alps before heading back, ready for some hot chocolate by the fire.

''Alright, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for my gorgeous Honey Bee,'' Tony says as he hands you an extra-large mug.

''Ooh, thank you so much, Babe!'' you say as you press play for the movie you will watch together. You cuddle into his side, letting your thoughts go for a little while.

''We should invite all of the Avengers over here for a vacation soon,'' you tell Tony, and he nods.

''As long as I can still have the next week and a half just with you, you can invite anyone whenever you want,'' he says, and you nod.

''Of course, our honeymoon is just for us,'' you tell him.

When both of your mugs are empty, you put them on the table in front of the couch, and when you move back, you go and straddle Tony's lap on the couch.

''Hm, I thought you were sore, Honey Bee,'' Tony says as you slowly start grinding yourself onto him.

''Well, I want you to fill me up again, Daddy. Need to be full with you again,'' you tell him in an innocent voice.

His head falls back on the couch with a soft thud as he lets out a deep grunt at the nickname. He goes absolutely feral when you call him daddy, and it sparked something in him you didn't even know was there.

''How about you make me a real Daddy, huh? Want to fill you up so much with my cum that you'll get nice and round for me when you're pregnant,'' he says, his eyes darkening immensely.

Suddenly your cheeks darken to a deep red color at the thought, but you can't say that you mind, in all honesty. You've always wanted children, so you play into his fantasy.

''Yes, please, Daddy, please get me pregnant,'' you say, and you start grinding into him more, feeling him firm up in his pants without much effort. Combined with your soft moans, he's an absolute goner for you.

His hands fly to your hips, your dress already bunched up at your waist, too, from how you sat down earlier.

''Hm, lemme feel if my Baby is wearing any panties right now,'' he says, and you softly shake your head.

''I'm not, Daddy. Decided to not wear any for you this morning,'' you say with big eyes, making yourself still look as innocent as possible.

''Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me,'' he groans and he thinks 'this would be a great way to go when my time comes.'

''Here, let me free my hard cock for you, Honey Bee; that way, I can get you nice and pregnant while you bounce on this for me,'' he says, and you get up a little, letting him unbutton his pants, shoving them down to his knees.

''Well, it's a good thing Daddy wasn't in underwear either for his Honey Bee, huh?'' he asks. You nod, almost drooling at the sight of his rock-hard member resting against his abdomen.

''F-fuck, Daddy, so hard for me. Want you to fill me up!'' you whine out, and he grabs you by your hips before manhandling you onto his dick, shoving into you in a single thrust.

''D-DADDY, YES!'' you scream out as your head falls back against your neck. You start grinding and bouncing on his dick, pulling deep groans and moans from both of you.

His fingers find their way between your bodies and onto your clit, making you scream out loud at the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

''Oh, fuck, Honey Bee, can't wait to fill you up so full you're dripping with my cum. Need to fill you up until you're round with my baby, milk dripping from those gorgeous tits of yours,'' he says as he pulls the collar of your dress down.

Your boobs are on full display for him as they bounce up and down in sync with your movements, and he plays with your nipple, wrapping his lips around the other and sucking on the other.

''Hmm, suck on my tits, Daddy. Get all the milk you want,'' you say as you're getting breathless from the movements, but you don't dare to stop.

''These tits will be so gorgeous for me when they're all filled with milk, dripping with the deliciousness that I will happily lap up,'' he says, moving his lips to the other breast and continuing those same actions.

''Need to cum, Daddy, am close!'' you moan, and a whine escapes you shortly after.

''Yeah, does my good girl get to cum? You think you've been good enough to Daddy to earn it?'' he asks as his hand moves back to your clit, your entire pussy soaking by now.

''Y-yeah, I'm Daddy's good girl! Been so good for you, Daddy!'' you say, almost over the edge.

''Cum. NOW.'' he orders sharply, and before you know it, you're cumming hard, squirting all over his legs, the couch, and the floor from the intensity of the orgasm.

''Thank you, Daddy,'' you say between pants, and his hands grip your hips as his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

''Fuck, keep squeezing me like that. Gonna cum deep inside your wet cunt Honey Bee,'' he says. ''Gonna get you pregnant right now to remember this amazing day,'' and not long after, he does, shooting his cum deep inside you.

You are entirely fucked out as you slouch forward against his body, keeping his softening dick still inside you.

''Wanna stay like this, Daddy. Wanna stay with you inside me,'' you say, and he nods.

''Alright, Honey Bee, I love you so much,'' he says as his hands trail lazy patterns all over your back.

Today marks your 6 month wedding anniversary, and you and Tony are still very much in the honeymoon phase of your marriage.

Since the two of you found out you're pregnant - and expecting twins, no less -Tony hasn't left your side for a second. His duties as Iron Man are put on hold indefinitely since he just wants to be with you.

''God, you're even more beautiful than yesterday, Honey Bee,'' Tony says, and you giggle because he tells you the same exact thing every day.

''Babe, you tell me that every day. And even though I agree with you, it might be time for you to think of something else to tell me before I get used to you telling me that,'' you say as you let yourself fall onto the couch.

''No, because I will never get enough of telling you how beautiful you are when carrying my babies. I love you so much,'' he says as he sits down and rests his hand on your belly.

''I love you more,'' you say, leaning in for a kiss that leaves you breathless for a little bit. ''And I am sure our boys will love you just as much as I love you,'' you tell him, your hands resting on your belly alongside Tony's hand.

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uchihaharlot · 1 month

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Could you possibly do a scene where their best friend/crush jokingly/teasingly calls them “Daddy”? For both Obito and Itachi? One or both? Pretty please?

Oh Nonny,

This is delectably so so so cute and also shocking for the two of them. These men both are emotionally dormant to some extent and have severely different reactions to being called Daddy. 😈

NSFW; if you poke the bear, the bear fucks you back. I’m gonna leave this one a surprise with no description; just know that I have all you Itachi sluts in my heart ❤️

Obito:

If you inadvertently call Obito daddy; let’s say you’re just talking and mention something about daddy vibes and such—that maybe he should try to be more dominant and that most women froth at the mouth for it. He flushes. This man has never once taken full control of a woman, he’s usually the one to be straddled and taken for a ride.

Not today no, you are helping Obito exercise his inner strength and his inner daddy dom side. Which turns out, comes a bit more naturally. Just a few words of encouragement from you is all he needs to pin you down at the training grounds. The wild look in your eyes further feeds his confidence, growing desire and cock.

Speaking of cock. It presses against you, not roughly but it’s prominent enough to not need an introduction. But he’s still going to introduce himself to you. Very out of character for him, but this is all so damn hot. Fucking your best friend?

‘You want my cock, baby? Ask nicely.’ As he kisses down your throat, fingers fervently working your slacks and his.

‘..god, yes.’ You feel the soft smirk ring his lips as he sucks your throat.

‘Yes, what?’ Hot and breathy, it causes goosebumps on your neck.

‘Mmm, yes daddy.’ Good girl he says back, very good girl.

Officially you have the orbital velocity of the goddamn universe between your legs, Obito’s fat cock slips into you and a whorishly desperate moan escapes your mouth. Your fingers clutch around, mapping his hair and shoulders, gripping and digging into him as he groans low in your neck. His pace is not kind nor mean; but needy. A man who has fed the whims of women is now feeding his own. Pounding the soft silk of your cunt as if it were a qualifying sprint, you’re such a perfect fit that the soft wet squelching sound of your pussy can be heard within the first few thrusts.

‘Such…a damn..good girl..so wet for me.’ he whispers as you moan yes daddy in his ear over and over. ‘Tell me when to cum baby.’

As if this was going to last long. You’re so close as it is, how delicious each deep thrust has your walls clenching and fluttering. Picking up faster and faster, ‘mmm Obi—daddy. I’m…gonna..’

Oh you shouldn’t have bitten him, I mean…wait. Yea bite him!! It just makes Obito growl low in your ear. ‘…want to fill your cute pussy…’

Gods. Those are the right words to moan in your ear, all you can whimper out is for him to cum. Because damn he’s coming with you. Those final four thrusts pushes his cum so deep inside of you, your squeezing cunt helps milk each warm spurt of his seed out.

A few deep breaths and Obito is making sure he didn’t hurt you. Kissing your lips and cheeks. Soft words of affirmation that you enjoyed yourself. The contrasting differences between his voice then and now are a stark reminder that underneath a man, he can unleash the most unholy fucking.

‘…I am more than good Obi.’ So cute when you call him that. It means much more now than before.

Itachi:

If you can this man daddy, it’s probably over him saying he didn’t think whatever you were up to was a good idea. ‘Yea, ok. What are you? My daddy or something.’ Which was supposed to be funny but it made his cock slightly twitch and stretch a bit.

‘I could be.’ It was meant to stay inside of his head but damn. Have you two not been hanging out more. Later, alone and unseen.

Yea, Itachi absolutely would like to explore this little fantasy. He’s now inundated with impure thoughts of you moaning that in his ear. Your reaction to his response makes it all the more easier for him to lift you against a tree. Asking you to say it again.

Full reset on your insides, you’re wet and stupid right now. Not dumb, but prematurely drunk on lust. ‘…yes daddy.’

‘Good girl.’ It comes out so naturally, smooth and fluid. Like your favorite shot of liquor.

But let’s be real here. You’re out in the open, Itachi would like to explore this little thing between the two of your more privately. What’s three seconds his time compared to you spending the next three days begging for his cock in Tsukuyomi? Worth every single time he hears your voice crack and whimpering in that false atmosphere he creates. Oh you had no idea, it was always the quiet ones you needed to watch out for.

And while it was short lived—for him, you can still feel and taste him vividly when you are established back into the living world. You look fine on the outside but your mind was just fissured and fried with pleasure. So many Itachi’s and cocks in every orifice of your body. Your olfactory nerves are shot to hell. You can smell the scant air of it all but not really, so much cum had been spurted into your mouth, on your tits and inside your soft cute pussy. That cute pussy he whimpered the first time he came inside of. It was a dirty thing to do to someone so unsuspecting as yourself but damn if you didn’t like being put in a genjutsu for once.

You’ll spend the abnormally quiet walk home in disbelief that a man so calm and stoic can be so damn enticing and …sorta brutal, but in all the good ways. Each time you think of this little ordeal your cunt will throb. He was never actually inside of you, but hell if this didn’t make you want him inside of you for real now.

#obito uchiha #itachi uchiha #obito headcanons #itachi headcanons #obito smut #itachi smut #uchiha headcanons #uchiha clan #uchiha family #Tsukuyomi fuckin

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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MELODY!!!

hello.

Just poppin in to ask you what are your thots on the moon boys if they were jealous?👀

Ohhhh yess NONNIE YES OK OK OK.

I won't go the Yandere route (though I do have a request sitting in my inbox for Yandere MK and I'm more than excited)

Thots/NSFW below the cut - Got carried away w/ this one.

Ok I'm going to assume that they're jealous of someone else and not each other. - For fun, let's say they saw you drooling over a character on TV.

Steven

Definitely will require lots of reassurance before he feels less jealous.

"You sure seemed to like that character on TV the other day."

Is watching your reaction every single time the character pops up on TV. Feels a lottle upset at how sparkly your eyes get when they're on screen.

When you finally realize how jealous he is you remind him that your reality is so much better than the silly fantasy you imagined with the character.

When it comes time for sex later, Steven's got his whole body flush against yours while he thrusts into you.

"Gonna make you forget all about what's their name, love."

"Think they'd have you whimpering and crying like this?" He's asking with his mouth pressed to your ear.

"Steven, it's just a character on TV I-"

He's covering your mouth, not wanting to hear you say another word about it while he slams his thick cock into you over and over.

"I don't want to hear you talk about them yeah? It's just me now, I'm the one makin' you feel good."

Steven's proud to see his cum trickling out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets as though he's reminded you that no one will ever make you feel the way he does.

Marc

Marc sees the way you look at the character on TV and watches your eyes light up.

Never seen her look at me like that, he thinks. He watches you to see if you keep looking at them like that. You bite your lip, his brow is pulled together tightly.

Marc is changing the channel almost immediately.

"I was watching that." You protest.

"Yeah, I saw." He's saying in a gruff tone, flipping through the channels.

You grab his arm, "are you jealous...of a character on TV?"

He's saying no, but you notice that he's grumpy any time you mention wanting to watch the show again.

Later that night, you're on top of Marc, looking down at his darkened frustrated eyes and slowly lowering yourself over his cock.

"Marc, you feel so good, shit." You're gasping and holding back screams while he bucks his hips upward into you.

"Tell me more, tell me how good I feel baby." Marc is practically begging.

You continue to tell him how good he feels, and how no one else could ever make you feel that way.

He fucks up into you until his cum is squeezing out of you over his cock.

You still never get to watch that show with Marc again.

Jake

Jake's not beating around the bush. The first time you start swooning over another man, fictional or otherwise, he's got the remote and the TV is off.

"Jake, I was watching that."

"I saw what you were watching, bebita." A sly smirk crosses his lips.

"Jake I-" You start protesting but he's grabbing your jaw, middle and forefinger pushing past your lips and resting on your tongue.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

He has you naked, on your knees in front of him with his legs spread wide within seconds.

He's taking a long draw from his cigarette and blowing it in your face.

Jake's asking you, "what is it about that pendejo that has mi bebita so worked up...huh?"

You're shaking your head, "Jake it's just a character from-"

He doesn't care, and after several leather gloved spankings later, you're on the couch, back pressed against his chest, cock sheathed deep within your cunt, and his face pressed against your jaw.

"You want me to start moving, cariño?" You're begging for friction, for him to fuck you. You're begging so much you're in tears.

His fingers have been resting on your clit unmoving for nearly ten minutes, and you've been cock-warming him for the same length of time, just feeling it gently pulsating inside of you.

"Jake, please, I'm sorry I won't look at them again, I need you to-"

And oh he does, until you can hardly remember your own name, let alone some character on TV.

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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I looove your writing and I would like to make a request with tony stark, tony and reader as friends with benefits and they have a little drunk unprotected sex (after a party or a date) and she end up pregnant, she's all nervous about telling him, but when she tells him he's so happy to become a daddy and they officially become a couple? Thank you 😘 maybe a epilogue with them and the baby

Florescence

Pairing: Tony Stark x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 2000 words

Outline: Having long been in a fwb situation with the famous Tony Stark, you never thought that this would be the next step.

Author's Note: So this is set in my favourite Tony era, post im2, pre-avengers, no aliens to make my man sad, okay!!! Nonnie thank you for this lovely request, sorry it took a while, thanks also to anyone else who helped with their asks and thots, hope you will enjoy! Kept the baby nameless and gender neutral in the end so choose your own fantasy <3

Warnings: alcohol consumption, previous drugs mention, pregnancy, abortion talk, giving birth, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral fixation, daddy kink, public sex, bulge kink, multiple positions, spit play, oral sex (both), creampie, it gets messy and nasty basically.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“You like it when I fuck you like that, huh?”

Tony grunts as his cock are full deep down your throat, a bit of mascara running down your cheek.

“What, mouthful? Mummy didn’t tell you it’s good manners to answer when someone asks you something?” He seems unfazed as he chuckles before he releases your head from his cock and you cough while spit and cum fall down your chin. Messy exactly as he likes it.

“Yeah, I do, daddy.” You smirk as you use your fingers to lick some of the excesses.

“Get up by the sink, grip tight then baby, daddy’s gonna fill that pussy.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Getting up fast you position yourself on the sink, your skirt still pulled up and your shirt on the floor, from ten minutes ago when Tony was eating you out pressed against the wall so you could look at yourself in the mirror.

The music from outside was loud, followed by cheers, Tony’s downtown club had a famous rapper performing tonight so of course, you had to come.

And coming you were indeed.

Tony pushes his spent cock inside your slickness, your hands automatically wrapping around his neck. You had both been at it, friends since the first time you met at an expo a couple of years ago, and fuck buddies since that one time you both got drunk on that cruise ship. And you had to admit, Tony’s cock was your absolute favorite.

“Fuck me, please!” You plead, your fingertips creeping on his luscious hair while his hands grip your waist, descending on your ass, and his mouth stays on your neck, biting and kissing.

Tony was very much well into marking you whenever he got to spend time with you, after starting his life as iron man three years ago, that wasn’t as often as any of you would like.

He snaps his hips forward, gripping your body tight as he freely starts moving you against his cock, back and forth, switching it to fast slapping skin on the skin when he bit down your neck.

You scream to your heart’s desire, nobody could truly hear you and you wouldn’t even mind if someone could. The people closest to Tony already knew about your beneficial friendship so they knew where you had disappeared. No one would come looking for you two.

The dark-haired man didn’t have to do much besides spanking your ass during the concert and then grabbing your hand and leading you to the VIP bathroom.

“You look so good with my cock inside you baby.”

He muses when he pulls his teeth from your neck staring down between your two bodies. He stops his movements taking a moment to admire you like this. On his favorite position, with his cock inside you. If he could he’d never get out.

Or maybe only long enough so he could fuck your mouth.

He slowly brings a hand forward, pressing it on your stomach and pushing your body backward.

“Feel me, baby?”

“Yeah!” You breathe, as he presses his fingers on your stomach, his cock visible there.

“Impressive how well you can take it.”

“I can take anything daddy, please.”

“Please, what?” He asks amused.

“Fuck me deep, breed my pretty pussy, please!”

“Oh, but now I am admiring this work of art.”

“It’s gonna look much better when you will be fucking it right back in.”

He doesn’t even respond when your words make him pistol his hips, setting a fast and brutal place, letting you try and grab his hair for support. He is going fast and desperate at it, the sounds intensifying while you are pulling his hair tightly.

“Fuck.” He growls, evidently, your new way of positioning yourself has him feral, something evidently he hadn’t yet learned, and he is fucking you like a sex toy.

When Tony spills inside you, he only stops for a moment before going right back to it, fulfilling your previous request. Your legs could barely close from the intensity of the fucking and your multiple orgasms, so Tony instructs you through the back window, calling for a suit of his to safely fly you off to his tower.

Tony always got a little more feral on nights like this, drunk and a little high. By the time he got tired of fucking you, it was deep midnight. He had you on the bed, in the shower when you tried to wash away your sins, in the balcony when he headed out for a smoke, completely insatiable and utterly horny.

One could say that he could never ever have enough.

Not of you anyway. Or maybe he knew.

Several hours later, when you wake up, he’s back in his office having a meeting, so you leave him a note, thanking him before Happy is driving you safely back to your apartment. You shoot him a text as well with a grinning emoji and he replies back with a suggestive one. That’s how it always was, anyway. You’d see him soon enough.

Yet four weeks later, you are sitting in the middle of your bathroom holding a pregnancy test between your fingers as the lines begin to appear. You shut your eyes close. That’s not how things are supposed to happen.

Tony and you hadn’t met up again yet, he was busy on an iron man adventure away from the country and you were focused on a big project at work.

For the next two weeks, you try to reason with yourself. Do you want this baby? Do you want to tell Tony? Could you keep it and then pretend to him it wasn’t hit? He will come to look for you when time allows him to. Would he even like it? Does he even wants kids?

Career-wise, you could raise it all by yourself, and if you’ve always wanted children, your mother would be more than happy to help you. So that’s the first person you call and she also encourages you to talk to him and so does your best friend and her best friend. It was only one phone call. Hell, you could even text him. But you knew it had to be in person.

Eventually, you head to a doctor, confirming your pregnancy and determining the exact date and it’s very obvious it’s his. You sit in the doctor’s office, legs crossed, impatient, with the weight of the world on your shoulders as the tv on mute is playing an interview of Tony smiling and gesturing as always does so and in your heart, you know. That man had to know. You couldn’t bare the burden on your own anymore.

So you take your phone out of your purse and call his number and hear his voice asking for a voicemail. In one breath you leave him a message telling him you need to talk cause it’s important.

Tony on his end believes you have met a man, and he tries to surpass his jealousy when he shows up at your door holding a bouquet of flowers. Now that was unusual.

You greet him warmly, invite him and offer him a drink before sitting on the couch with him. You are rubbing your hands on your body trying to gain more confidence until he stops you and gently holds your hand.

“Just tell me. Blurt it all out in one go. Whatever it is.”

It always surprised you how serious he could be at a critical moment. The soft smile on his face was to give you strength even if his heart was beating faster.

“Tony.” You pause look him in the eyes and then look down. You wouldn’t wanna see him disappointed so you will be speaking to the floor.

“Tell me, I’m all ears.”

“I’m pregnant. I wanna keep it.” You whisper, staring at the floor, your fingers nervously trembling against his hand.

There is silence for a bit, and the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat until you turn your head a little to look at him. He is grinning, looking down with a tear clearly hanging off his beard. He is slowly moving his shoulders, trying to come up with something to say.

You have to say something, and fill the room with sound.

“If you don’t want..”

“Stop.” He clears his throat and looks at you squeezing your hands with one hand and bringing the other to your face. “I want you. I want this. I want your baby. Our baby.”

“You should take all the time in the world to think about it.”

“I am thinking about it. This is everything I ever wanted.”

“Tony…” You try to form another sentence, trying to alleviate him of this burden but he only wraps his arms around you as you clearly start sobbing.

“You make me the happiest man in the world. Honestly and sincerely. I always dreamt of a family, I never thought I could get it, not with the drugs, the parties, and anything else.” His hands are caressing your back as you are still unable to grasp your emotions.

“I never thought you could want me like that.” He continues, smiling to himself. “Like a baby daddy.” He chuckles. “Though I gotta say I’m a traditional man and you know the inheritance and everything.” Now you are laughing too between sobs burning your face inside his chest and this newfound happiness.

Later you both call your parents together, and Tony asks for your hand over the phone. Your mom insists on a family dinner. He agrees. He brings a diamond ring, with your initials on it. He knows you’d never take his last name, your mom is happy, and so are you.

You agree on civil marriage, with Happy, Rhodey, and your best friends in attendance, and away from the spotlight. You just give a small announcement to the public along with a picture from your wedding day. All smiles, you are both wearing white.

The next several months of your pregnancy are straight out of a movie. You look for a penthouse together, Tony simply refuses not to be on the top floor. He agrees on you paying for the groceries and anything else you might like. You make plans to adopt a pet soon. He brings you flowers every day. Sometimes when he needs to stay away for iron man reasons, he sends Happy to keep you company. You want every show under the sun together. Tony still shows up with flowers.

When the day comes, you are well into your tenth month begging the doctor to take the baby out of you and you agree on induction. Doesn’t take long for the baby like this, and even though is painful and gut-wrenching Tony stays by your side, holding your hand no matter how much you are threatening that you are never doing this again.

Too bad he had already plans for five more. But you didn’t know that back then.

When the baby is pushed, he is right there grinning and exclaiming “I see a head! I see a head!” followed by a “they look just like you, baby!”. The nurse allows him to cut the cord and then carefully, they wrap the baby up to bring them to you. You never knew you could feel such happiness and such exhaustion in one moment.

He wraps a hand around your back and kisses the top of your head, you are looking at your baby, you know they look just like him. “They look just like you.” He smiles and rubs his chin on your head. Looks like you found something to disagree on.

When you need to leave the hospital, he has a helicopter booked for you. You tell him ‘there’s no fucking way” and he brings over Happy with a car. You leave the hospital hand in hand, reporters are waiting outside, and you both smile and go on your merry way.

And your happiness can only grow stronger.

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mellowwillowy · 6 months

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BLUE IS SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA KNOW MORE ABT THIS MAN. WDYM HE FIRST LOOKED AT PLAYBOY AT FIRST... wdym he used to be a delinquent!!! hes crazy as balls and i love him so i gotta know more abt this guy!!!

im curious about yulians and robots and all, but like blue has peaked my interest ‼️ HES EVEN A CUTIE W LIKE AN AGGRESSIVE HIDDEN PERSONALITY

ISHDJDJ U WERE COOKING MELLOW (please reply to this ask when ur ready 🫡 i saw ur post abt ur burnout w pre life so)

idk if u do named anons, but if u do,,,, i would like to be called bub anon 🫧

🫧nonnie... (sobs) you are much more interested in Blue than Yulian? Finally my baby boy is receiving the attention as well...

Blue doesn't have that much of details because,

1. I want to keep him simple and realistic.

2. He's not involved in the fantasy shits like Utopia and Dystopia.

3. Which is why he almost lacks the charm for most people... he's just your typical basic yan...

BUT, I do start giving him more of a backstory since he's involved in LIfE Project, for example, his delinquency back then during the gap year and college leave. Lots of shit happened and you were there to 'save' him from the hell.

Overall, he was and is a Doberman.

Only difference is that you now see him as a golden retriever as he's tryint to suppress his... agressive ass.

Yes, he totally looked like a player but he was still a man of morals so nah he didn't do any shits. Man was too wasted to pay attention to chicks but he somehow got the skills...

Mental health? Deranged.

But at least he has you.

My cute patootie baby... uwu

#LIfE Project #Blue the Boyfriend #art shelves #theatric guest

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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currently experiencing brain rot over the thought of being abby’s housewife :(

oh you and me both nonnie. we're gonna put this in canon universe but like the version I made where you n her n lev run like a wayward children's home??? talked about it here.

just imagine she comes home from patrol with lev n a few of the older teens, and the first thing she does is head straight to you. she knows you're probably gonna be finishing up cooking dinner with some of the kids, and she just wants to see her pretty little wife after a weird fucking patrol.

so she makes her way to the dining area you've set up and sure enough! you're there! dishing out stew n bread to the kids and dressed all cute in your jeans and one of abby's shirts. and she's just. so fucking happy to see you, safe and content. you and some of the older kids who don't like to patrol tend to stay within the fences and take care of your lil community, and it's created the perfect conditions for abby to live out the housewife fantasy because she does get to come home after protecting y'all!

you see her walking up to the tables, lev following close behind, and you're already plating up food for your lil family. abby comes up to you, walking around the table until she can wrap you up in a big ol' hug, practically squeezing the life outta ya. you hug her back and press a kiss to the dip of her neck, letting out a lil "welcome home baby" before pulling away and pushing a bowl of stew into her hands. she sets it down, helping you distribute food to the rest of the kids before grabbing both of your guys' plates and going to sit under the tree you'd claimed at yours when you, abby, and lev first found this place, running from Santa Barbara and barely alive.

the breeze is warm, soft, rustling the leaves above you as you two settle in together under the tree. you look so fucking beautiful in the light of the setting sun and abby knows, as she has always known, that she'd fight hoards of infected every day if it meant she got to come home to you.

nonnie this was probably softer than anticipated I am Sorry ok Hozier was playing I got taken over by the spirit its fine

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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bunmurdock · 2 months

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//hiii im that anon from before!! wrote this quick blurb for you because im too shy to actually post it but i hope you like it!!

usually, you're able to be patient while matt finishes his work. in fact, you pride yourself in it. the way he smiles at you as he slips his coat onto your shoulders, ready to take you home and away from his office, it fills you with pride.

except for tonight.

you're tired. you had a long day at work, and now matt is ignoring you. but you know that he knows how frustrated and worked up you are.

half because he's just that good at reading you, half because you're hanging all over him. your head is on his shoulder as you sit in his lap, trying to get his attention as he listens to the latest case he has to work on.

and on top of that, you're rolling your hips against him, and whining. at some point, he grabs your chin in his hand.

"quit the whining, bun." he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, a sharp contrast to his sharp words. "you know i don't want to be rough with you after a long day. i'd much rather take care of you." he hums, his hands beginning on your knees, slowly inching up towards your panties.

you weigh your options.

"make me." you tell him. you see his jaw tighten, and just as quickly as his hands were on you, they're off. with ease, he picks you up off his lap and puts you on the floor, not exactly gently. you look up at him confused, before he just clicks his tongue, something he does every time the two of you start a game like this.

"i know you know better than to just sit there and look at me all dumb, baby." he says, his foot positioned perfectly for you to ride his boot. "go on, i know you can get off on my boot, dumb mutt." he hums, and then he turns his attention back to his work.

selfishly, you do just that. you begin to hump against his boot, and when you begin to let out a whine, matt's hand is in your hair. he pushes your hair back, before pulling on it with all of his pent up frustration.

when you let out a loud whine at this, he just rolls his eyes.

"gotta be quiet, bunny." he hums. "don't want daddy to think you're enjoying this, do we?"

you shake your head, and he mocks the shaking of your head with a wicked smirk. you try and hide your face in the fabric of his pants as you rutt against his boot, but he pulls your hair again.

his hand finds your chin, and he squeezes your face so that your mouth is in the shape of an 'o', before leaning down and spitting in your mouth-- you do not try and stop him, just letting out a soft whimper. before you can really react though, his hand moves from his grip on your chin, before slipping two fingers into your mouth.

you immediately latch onto them, happily sucking on his fingers, not minding so much when he toys with you, slowly pushing his fingers back to gag you, just to smell your salty tears in the air as you gag against his fingers.

every time you whine, he just shushes you gently, a stark contrast to his rough movements.

"every time you whine, i get distracted and lose my place, mutt. keep it up and i'll never finish my work, and you'll spend all night riding my boot without cumming. don't make me repeat myself, honey," he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your head, "dumb puppies know how to follow orders, right?"

putting this under read more bc i want ppl to read n reblog - pls 🙏

MEAN!MM? 😳 BOOTRIDING? 😳 "DUMB MUTT""?!?!?!?! 😵‍💫 WAIT DID YOU WRITE THIS OR DID I HOW DID YOU REACH INTO MY BRAIN AND PULL OUT ALL MY FANTASIES NONNIE SOBBBBBBBBBB

i felt a dizzying flush come over me @ "go on, i know you can get off on my boot, dumb mutt" i had to close out of this ask and go back in bc . ok. like i need to be his dumb mutt so bad. i need him to verbally degrade and bully and stand over her n tug on her hair and step on her a lil while she's crawlin aronud on all fours abd blame it on her bein dumb and an easy target *—*

"dumb puppies know how to follow orders, right?" OUGH and "you see his jaw tighten, and just as quickly as his hands were on you, they're off." SCREAM no bc what is it about this man bein unrelengting but not raising his voice that is so brain-metlingly hot i need him to beat me up while shushing me which speaking of-

"every time you whine, he just shushes you gently, a stark contrast to his rough movements." sorry but i need him to shush me the way he was doing to that dude in s1e2 before he threw him off a building . u are EVIL for putting this image in my head i need to mayhaps jump off a building.. ALSO the spitting in her mouth and finger-fucking it deeper oh nonnie i dob't feel so well i don't thibk . fuzzy brain disesase taking hold yowling really really really loud

seriosuly nonnie did you steal this from my brain because thisis eveything i want i do not deserve u thank you so much holy fkn shit i jus keep rereading this..

#matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #mean!matt murdock #i love you so much this is like the best thing thats ever happened to this silly blog #if you ever want to promote any of your stuff i'd love to rblog - jus lemme know who you are in dm or put me in your taglists! ur magical #with words 🫶#inbox

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lunaraindrop · 10 months

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Steddie prompt: i love you more than i hate myself, and that fucks me up.

Hmm...this could have been really angsty...

Since I run screaming from depressing things, we got this instead! 😂

I hope you like it, Nonny!

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The summer after the "Earthquake" in '86 had basically been...a bummer. Between Eddie and Max recovering in the hospital, physical therapy, volunteering, and helping to put the town back together, everyone in their rag-tag group didn't really feel like going to picnics and pool parties.

It was the Summer of '87, and Steve Harrington was bound and determined to make sure everyone he loved had the most awesome summer ever.

This especially went for his boyfriend, Eddie.

The poor guy spent the rest of April and all of May in the hospital. June got him released, but he was bedridden and had to hide out at the mausoleum that was Steve's house. By the time July rolled around, his name was completely cleared, but he was learning to walk again like he wasn’t a mummy. Add to it that Max wasn’t officially released until the end of July. Nobody was in a particular party mood. (They still celebrated Eddie's birthday, of course. The kids came over to watch Labyrinth. Wayne bought pizza. Steve made chocolate cake. Eddie snuck a taste before the party by licking the frosting from Steve's lips. Hell of a way to have a first kiss, right?)

Steve was so determined to make this birthday the best for Eddie, he didn't think before he said, "Whatever you want for your birthday, I'll give to you Ed's. Just tell me what you want."

See, Steve loves his boyfriend a lot. That being said, he also knows that his boyfriend is a mischievous goblin man that lives for deals like that.

With a maniacal twinkle in his eye and a smirk that both put worry in his stomach and his knees weak, Eddie said, "Anything, you say?"

And that lead to this.

Steve looked himself in the mirror.

"I hate myself. I just-this is so stupid!"

Eddie called from the other side of the door, "But you love me, dontcha, Lover Boy?"

Steve groaned as he adjusted the shorts.

Though he was still a hot guy with great hair (if he did say so himself l), Steve had gained some weight and muscle since he last donned the Scoops uniform. He knew he didn't grow taller, but the shirt that once fit now showed a sliver of his stomach. His thighs filled the leg holes a bit more. The uniform before made him look a bit like a dweeb. Now he definitely looked like a dweeb that's clothes shrunk in the wash.

Eddie was so going to laugh at him.

Was he really going to walk out there like this?

Steve sighed.

"Well, I love you more than I hate myself, which fucks me up because it makes me agree to do shit like this. So..."

Taking one last look in the mirror, Steve walked into the room. He expected the man he loved to laugh at his ridiculousness.

He did *not* expect the aroused growl and being pounced on by said boyfriend.

In between being kissed within an inch of his life, Eddie said, "Do you have *any* idea how many times I went to Startcourt that summer, just to get a look at you in this? You're my fantasy, my wet dream, baby. And you're all mine now."

Later, after Eddie had...*ahem* unwrapped his present, he cuddled Steve close in bed. "Thank you for giving me that, Stevie. Best present for the best birthday I ever got."

Steve preened proudly in his nakedness. Looks like his Summer plans were succeeding.

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