#bad bitches get tummy issues

[incorrect-jojolands-quotes]

why are you lactose intolerant. just tolerate it

jodio says:

why r u broke & bitchless? tolerate that, asshole

#the jojolands #jojolands #jjba jojolands #jjba #jjba part 9 #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 9 #anon ask #ask me anything #ask jodio joestar #jodio joestar #he just got his braces tightened and ate something bad for lunch plz be mindful #bad bitches get tummy issues #poor little meow meow is in pain rn leav him and his nintendo switch toilet time alone #ask the sussy smugglers

[bugs1nmybrain]

Mommy's Boy: Shigaraki x Fem!Reader~Mommy Kink~☆•°♡☆°●♡

As always, Minors do NOT interact!

I remember saying how I thought writing Shigaraki fucking you in front of Dabi was out of pocket, but I've pretty much thrown all humility out the window at this point. Upsidaisy.

Updated: Nov 26th, 2023

Traits about the reader: Medium to big boobs, curvy, thick thighs, implied to be either shigaraki's age (20 in this) or older, implied to be on birth control, bad at playing video games

Notes: NSFW/smut, mommy kink, sub/switch Shigaraki, fem reader, shy and moody Shigaraki???????, Shigaraki loves boobs, awkward reader and Shigaraki interactions, spanking (reader receiving), tit sucking, vulgar language, mutual masturbation, slight degrading, a sprinkle of praise, hair pulling (Tomura receiving), no condom, reader and Shigaraki play GTA 5 in the beginning, kinda cringe tbh, season 4 era Shigaraki

I know each of my fics always end right after sex I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to get better at some plot after sex because I feel like it's so cliché.

"You suck!"

Unfortunately for you and Shigaraki, there was only one controller for the PlayStation. He had wanted a gaming date but there wasn't much you two could do together, so you had compromised by taking turns on GTA (story mode by your request).

Tomura watched as you continued to knock into every car in your line of view. You'd back out of a car you had hit only to knock into another. When you finally made it to a mission that required shooting, you were doing halfway ok, but only because of the auto-aim mechanics to be completely honest. However, the cops just showed up, and now it was you (Trevor), Franklin, and Lamar against a shit load of police. Shigaraki hoped and prayed you'd start catching on, but you just kept on dying.

"GTA 5 is easy! How are you fucking up this bad?" Shigaraki ponders in a near-genuine tone.

"It's been a while! I haven't played for maybe over 6 months."

"It's not even hard whatsoever, I don't get this. Give me a turn."

"You played like 4 minutes ago."

"Yes, but you're bad at this and it's making my head hurt. Give me that stupid controller," Tomura, without your input, snatches the controller out of your hand and plows through the mission for you with ease. You slouch on his shoulder and mope, your feelings hurt by your own pathetic gaming abilities.

"Maybe we should do something that we could both do. Why do I want to just sit here and watch you play GTA all night?" You whine. Shiggy responds with an annoyed groan.

"Take it then! It's not my fault you're shit at this. Maybe try a strangers and freaks mission," Shigaraki drops the controller on your lap. You breathe in and set your waypoint to Vinewood Boulevard. Tomura observes you drive so cautiously that it's almost worse to watch you drive so slow than to smash into cars.

Tomura sighs in agitation and slumps his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your soft tummy and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He hugs you tight as he watches you fuck up your game and turns his attention away from your awful playthrough to something that he'd consider you to take more pride in.

Tomura glances at the v-neck of your black shirt that looked like his, only short-sleeved. He allows himself to look at your tits while you're distracted. He's had some pretty good self-restraint today, he'd say, as the push-up you were wearing was driving him fucking crazy. They looked so hot and the complexion of your skin gave them a lovely glow. He felt like a pathetic little bitchboy, wanting nothing more than to touch them and bury his face in your tits. It was a good thing you were so distracted by GTA because he was scoping the terrain out to plot his next move.

He felt embarrassed. The two of you have had sex many times, but he still felt annoying to want to appreciate your tits. Would he seem like a little bitch with mommy issues or something? Oh well, you were his girlfriend, right? If you didn't like it then you'd need to find a better toy to play with, though the thought fueled his blood because Shigaraki hadn't ever found anyone that took interest in him like you did.

There was no helping it. He was already growing a boner and you were already feeling it press against your ass as you sat in his lap.

"Tomura?"

He felt a shock surge through him, knowing full well why you were calling his name. So he didn't answer.

"Tomura, are you okay?" You giggle teasingly.

Don't do this to him, he thought. This was supposed to be a simple gaming night. But who was he kidding? 9 times out of 10 your dates ended in kind of sex.

"What gives you the impression that I'm not?" He says in an embarrassed tone. Was he feeling flustered? Cutie.

"Because something's poking me."

"Haha."

You laugh, a little surprised that he's not trying to come back with some cocky monologue like he always does. You turn around to face him to see the cutest scowl on his face. He's clearly frustrated and the boner in his pants only makes it cuter. You take it upon yourself to straddle his lap, resting on his thin frame with your thick thighs. The outline of your crotch presses against his bulge and he grunts in response.

"What's wrong, Tomura?" You coo at him and begin stroking his hair tenderly. You're going to kill him, he swears. His gaze stays stuck on the TV screen as your player stands outside of the Los Santos hospital, but you turn his face to look at you instead. "Why are you being so moody?"

"Your tits have been distracting me all day," he pouts with a flustered face, his eyes now making their way toward your cleavage.

The immediate cackle you respond with almost softens Shiggy's cock all the way, feeling insulted.

"I'm serious," he says with a grumpy voice.

"Really? Is that all, baby?" You smirk with a nurturing voice.

"Pretty much."

Taking Tomura's neck, you kiss his nape gently. He cups your hips with his hands, leaving some fingers up so as to not harm the only person who has both shown him love as well as not piss him off to no end (well, for the most part). You begin grinding on his cock which creates heavy, frustrated sighs from him.

You continue to play with Tomura's hair, messaging his scalp in between your fingers. He tilts his head backwards with a drawn-out whine as if he hasn't been touched in his whole life. That notion wasn't entirely false, before you Tomura hadn't received physical affection like this from anyone and assumed he never would because of his quirk. You were such a lucky catch for him. Maybe it was why he was hesitant to say his needs, he was scared he'd weird you out and that you'd ditch him.

Damn, when did he start caring about how somebody else would feel about his actions?

"What's wrong?" You ask caringly.

"I told you what's wrong."

"Oh, right. What can I do to make it better?"

"Mm.." Shigaraki stares at your chest and back up to you, hoping that you would pick up on his desires without him having to say it. He felt so cringy right now, like a little subby boy begging for access to your tits.

He gives up on trying to be nice when you continue to play dumb. You were doing it on purpose, for sure. A part of you loved seeing Tomura shy and polite like this, as he was usually so abrasive. He tugs on the V of your shirt and whispers in your ear, "are you too numb to get the idea?"

"And what's that?" You banter.

"Bitch. What am I supposed to tell you? That I want to suck on your tits?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Shut up!!"

"It's okay," You laugh. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I know you've got mommy issues."

"What of it? Is that a problem for you?"

"No," you giggle. "Do you need me to spoil you, baby?"

"Ew."

"I'm trying."

Tomura cackles, his broody demeanor. He squeezes your love handles and buries his face in your neck again.

"It's not my fault that you've got the body of a MILF. How am I supposed to react?"

"Wow, what a compliment."

"It is a compliment," Shigaraki snickers as he begins kissing your neck and down your chest. His hands travel from your love handles up to your waist, gripping like his life depended on it. "So, are you going to let me indulge or what?"

You giggle are stroke his long hair as he hums in question, embarrassed by his request, but somehow honored.

"Knock yourself out."

"Mmm, thank you mommy.."

"Oh my god you didn't just say that."

"Just roll with it."

Shigaraki takes a finger and tugs at your V-neck, but is disappointed at your bra. He reaches underneath to unclasp the back and yanks it out from your shirt. His attention focuses back on your tits. Tomura pulls your collar down to reveal one. He wastes no time and begins sucking tenderly. You can feel his cock growing more inside his pants, so you start grinding on the fabric, causing him to grunt while your tit is in his mouth.

Tomura pulls the other breast out from your shirt, taking a moment to gawk at them before going for the other. He teases your other nipple with his fingers. You hadn't realized how sensitive your tits really were as his tongue was flickering against your nipple causing a dripping arousal to seep through your underwear. You whine at the pleasure.

"Is this making you feel good baby?" You ask sultrily to Tomura. He responds with an eager "Mhm" and continues sucking. After what seemed like forever he lifts his head up and pulls your face down to kiss him, his saliva-coated mouth being a lovely adhesive between your lips.

"Your tits are so cute, mommy.."

"When did I consent to this mommy treatment?" You giggle.

"You're literally the one who told me I have mommy issues! Don't make me feel like shit for this."

"I'm not!" you laugh. "I'm just teasing."

You kiss him and continue to tug at his hair, "Does my baby boy need mommy to take good care of him?"

"Yes please.."

"Please, who?"

"Please mommy.."

"Mm.." You lift off of his lap and take your leggings and shirt off, leaving your full figure out for him. He puts up a finger to signal "wait" and reaches over to his bag on the floor and pulls out his special gloves. Fuck what would he do without them? He needs his hand condoms if he's gonna thoroughly make love with you.

"You're so sexy," he says, trailing his fingers to your wet cunt as he begins stroking your clit. You whimper in excitement and begin to pull down his pants. His cute cock slips out, standing proud with pre-cum already leaking out from the tip. As he continues toying with your pussy, you stroke his sensitive cock which creates lovely scratchy moans from his throat.

"God..that's it...," Shigaraki his horny, pulsing cock out on your clit, rubbing circles on it rapidly. You moan out lightly, grinding your clit against his fingers to create more friction. You rub his dick in fast as he submissively cries out in pleasure. Your clit twitches in familiar waves of pleasure once he begins sucking on your tit again.

"Is mommy gonna cum?" Tomura teases, releasing his mouth from your breast to only go to the other.

"Mhm!"

The look on his face when you began falling onto him as you came was unlike him. Tomura snickers in pride, pulling you in for a kiss while you kept stroking his cock.

"I think you deserve some privileges," you coo at him, and you sit on his lap yet again.

"I do? Have I been a good boy?"

"Mhm. Very good boy."

You circle your groin around Tomura's leaking cock as he whines out in pleading.

"Please, mommy..."

"Please mommy what?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me mommy, pleaaaase...."

With a pleasant hum in your throat, you reach down to rub Tomura's cock, then inserting it inside of your dripping cunt. Tomura groans loudly at your gooey, wet walls and attempts to push his cock deeper into you, begging for you to fuck him. To his satisfaction, to begin to bounce on his cock in rhythm, and Tomura swears you're going to drive him insane.

"Mm..does my baby boy like this? Does he feel good?"

"Fuck, yes...," Shigaraki moans. He watches intently as your tits bounce while you fuck him. He smacks your ass in frustration, shocking you.

"I guess I'm a bad boy, then. Are you gonna punish me?" He chuckles maniacally.

"Tomura, that wasn't very nice of you," you squeal, pulling at his hair in response.

Without speaking you begin bouncing on him in a quicker pace than before. Shigaraki holds around your waist tight as he thrusts, trying to savor every inch of your pussy. You were so fucking tight, but so wet too. Your cunt always made him leak, but tonight it was driving him mad.

"..fuck me...fuck me harder, mommy!"

"MmmMM! Fuck! God, mommy, you're gonna milk me.."

You oblige, hopping on him while you clench your walls, purposely trying to milk him.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum inside of mommy's pussy."

You definitely didn't have to tell him twice. Tomura sufficates himself into your neck as he holds you tight, fucking you until he finally cums deep. His orgasm is intense and long, as he continues to pump you full of cum for many seconds.

Panting and sweating, Shigaraki kisses you once more before you lift your pussy off of his cock, cum oozing out onto his lap. He snuggles in your arms and you stroke his hair. He whines from his cock that's still throbbing after his orgasm.

"Did that feel good, baby?" You ask with a nurturing tone, kissing his scrunkly forehead.

"Uh-huh...I don't know if I've ever came that hard."

"Mommy told you she'd take good care of you."

"Okay stop it. That shit is over and done with," he laughs and flicks your forehead. You rest your head down on his chest while he holds you tight, breathing heavily as he pets your skin.

"I love you," Tomura says and kisses your head as he yawns, sleepy from his orgasm.

"I love you too, Tomura."

"Next time Daddy's gonna have to do something special for you."

#shigaraki tomura #Shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut

[dotster001]

The Couch

Summary: Ace Trappola is a petty bitch (affectionately) and you can't change my mind.

Ace never forgot and he never forgave. So when Ramshackle became overrun by bugs and needed to be fumigated, he had welcomed you to his dorm room with open arms.

You had no reason to be suspicious of him. And that was how he liked things. So when you moved into the room he shared with Deuce and two others , he could barely contain his excitement.

"Those are our beds, and there is the couch you and Grim will be sleeping on," his grin was huge. He was getting his revenge. Except.

"Awesome, thanks Ace. I really appreciate it."

You didn't seem to be getting it. "I'd offer you a space in the bed with me,  but there's just no room."

"Honestly, don't worry about it. I was prepared to sleep on the floor."

You really weren't getting it, and now he was starting to get frustrated. He was about to explain why you should be too when Deuce decided to join the conversation.

"If you want, I have space in my bed. I don't move much in my sleep, so you'd have room."

Damn Deuce being thoughtful! He was going to ruin everything!

"Seriously guys, Grim and I will be alright. The couch is just fine."

"Actually, if you're offering…" you cut Grim off by covering his mouth with your hand.

Ace knew he should let it go. He really should. You had no idea why you should be upset, and he should accept that. And he tried so hard too but he really wanted you to understand!

So he finally couldn't take it anymore. As you were snuggling into the couch, and Grim was making an impromptu nest on your tummy, Ace couldn't help but let out, 

"If this couch is uncomfortable, there's a better one in the lounge you can take."

You looked confused, but gave a shrug and responded, "the beds at Ramshackle are way worse than this. I think you're going to have more of an issue getting us to leave than anything else."

He'd had it. "Gah! Stop playing gracious house guest for two seconds! I'm trying to get revenge!"

Now you looked more confused. "For what?" Then you looked at Grim judgmentally. "What did you do this time?"

"Me!? How dare you accuse me of…"

"It wasn't Grim, it was you! You made me sleep on the couch when I bunked with you, and this is supposed to be my revenge!"

You looked absolutely bewildered. Then you burst out laughing. 

"Seriously? Oh my sevens, that's hysterical."

He crossed his arms across his chest. "It's not supposed to be funny, Y/N."

"That was like a year ago. I totally forgot about that." You were giggling now, and it was starting to soothe his frustration. Not that he could tell you that.

"Wow, you guys call me petty. But you're worse than I am!" Grim laughed.

"Shut up! I am not!" Ace pouted, but he wasn't feeling upset anymore. "Would it kill you to at least pretend you're upset about sleeping on the couch?"

"Okay okay," you giggled. "Ace you are sooooo cruel for giving us space on your couch."

Ace grinned. "See? Was that so hard?"

You and Grim went back to laying down on the couch. But great, now Ace was feeling bad. 

He let out a heavy sigh, "okay there's room for you with me if you'd like. But just for tonight."

He'd never seen Grim abandon you faster. He pounced into Ace's bed and stole his pillow.

"The Great Grim appreciates your sacrifice." And he was out like a light.

"Hey, that's not what I"

You giggled and snuggled back into the couch. "Good night Ace."

"Good night, prefect," he exhaled. Oh well. At least the cat monster was soft and warm.

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola

[jungle-angel]

A Slight Upset (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Miles really has to cool it with how much dairy he eats, but it has seriously hilarious results

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Miles could feel the goosebumps beginning to form on his skin as he sat in the doctor's office, stripped down to his tight grey shorts and waiting for Dr. Russel to come in and look him over. The cramping in his belly was still bad, bad enough to have landed him here after a rough night.

The door opened and in came Dr. Russel, his greying hair spiking up a bit in the front, glasses on his eyes and his white beard cut so close to his jaw that it was hardly noticeable.

"Hey Miles," he greeted cheerfully. "How's everything?"

"Pretty good so far Doc," Miles replied.

"That's good," Dr. Russel answered, scrawling a note on his clipboard. "Remind me of your date of birth again?"

"January 29th, 1943," Miles answered.

"Height?"

"Six foot on the dot."

"Weight?"

"One-sixty-two."

Dr. Russel's eyebrows went up a little. "Alright, lookin good," he remarked. "Any health issues in the last year or two?"

"Um......." Miles stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well......it's....it's a little hard to explain.....It's not something I've had all my life but....."

"How long ago did it start?" Doctor Russel asked him.

"A few years ago," Miles answered. "When I was still in the army."

"Can you tell me a little of what's going on?"

"I've been having really intense belly cramps lately," Miles explained. "Last night was kinda....."

"Eventful?" Doctor Russel chuckled.

"Eventful's a gross understatement, Doc," Miles said, laughing a little.

"Well," Doctor Russel said. "We'll get to the bottom of it either way. You mind laying on your back for me?"

Miles did what was asked and laid back on the exam table. Outwardly he kept a cool face, but internally he was squirming. He always hated getting a head-to-toe physical every year and didn't like anybody that wasn't you, feeling him up.

He tried really hard not to squirm or make faces when he felt one end of the stethoscope being pressed against his belly, moving every so often until Doctor Russel had finished. The feeling got even worse when those gnarled hands began feeling up his tummy, the fingertips digging in slightly to feel for anything out of the ordinary.

"Anything hurt?" he asked.

Miles shook his head.

As soon as Doctor Russel was done, he let Miles sit upright again. "Well," he said. "Good news, it's not IBS and it's definitely not anything alarming."

"It's not?" Miles asked him again.

"Nope," Doctor Russel replied. "Just a slight intolerance. You said you were in the army, right?"

Miles nodded.

"Just what I thought," Doctor Russel chuckled. "You were drinking all that powdered milk in the coffee for so long that you probably developed a deficiency. I see this kind of thing all the time."

Miles felt a little less embarrassed but a little dismayed. "Do I have to cut everything out?"

"Well," Doctor Russel said, scratching his jaw a little. "In some cases I'd say yes, but you? I'm gonna have to give a hard no. I want you at least one-seventy for weight and you need the calcium. Just try to cool it a little bit and if anything persists, come see me as soon as possible."

Miles agreed and as soon as the doctor had left the room, he put his clothes back on. He really hated the thought of having to cut back since he loved the cheese, yogurt and ice cream so much and desperately needed to drink milk, but after the events of last night, he would try his damndest to be careful.

***********************

You were excited as ever to be able to make the German chocolate cake recipe that had once been Miles's grandmother's. You only made it every so often, only at Christmas, Easter and New Year's, but you figured that your elderly neighbor would appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

You opened up the fridge for the eggs but noticed that your small pint of cake batter ice cream was missing. "Son of a bitch," you muttered.

"S'matter sweetpea?" you heard Miles ask.

"I had a little pint of vanilla cake batter ice cream in the fridge," you explained. "I swear if Benny got into it I......"

You and Miles both froze, your gazes meeting for a split second before you realized what was in his hands........a spoon and a half eaten pint of your ice cream.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"You ate my ice cream?"

A sheepish look came over Miles's face and you could see the heat rising into his cheeks. "Baby I'm sorry I couldn't help myself," he said sheepishly.

"Miles," you said. "Didn't the doctor tell you that you had to stay away from dairy for a while?"

"No."

"Miles!"

"He said to cut back he didn't say to not eat it."

You laughed a little and shook your head, wrapping your arms around his waist. "What am I gonna do with you?" you questioned, a huge smile forming on your face.

"You could kiss me for start," Miles said cheekily, before swallowing the last bite of ice cream.

And you did. You kissed him right on the lips, sweetly, taking your time to run the tip of your tongue across his lips to take in the lingering taste of the ice cream before you broke away.

"Just know that if you're not feeling good tonight it's on you," you chuckled, rubbing the soft flatness of his belly.

"Challenge accepted, dear," he half laughed, kissing you back.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

[whoa-its-dani]

Some quick life-updates from yours truly:

Realized I was, in fact, nonbinary. Being honest with myself and being away from the internet really helped me figure that one out. I'm still largely in the closet, but I'm planning on where I go from here. I know I'm going to get top surgery or at least a reduction eventually, but that's a Future Leigh thing.

I developed a shellfish allergy which is a thing that can happen. Your body can just... decide it's allergic to shit. I know it's an immune system overreaction but wtf wtf wtf we've eaten shrimp and clams and crab our whole life wtf wtf wtf There's the slight possibility it was a spice or the ramen I was eating them with but like. It's more than likely the fucking shellfish.

I'm currently outside of the US right now and FAR away from home. I'm not immigrating, I'm just helping a friend with some housework and also getting my first vacay in like a decade. Also I dealt with quite a bit of ableism and assumed misogyny (bc still in closet) with immigration to the point they had to bring two different women officers to deal with my sitch. Like I don't wanna spread the stereotype of men being insensitive and women being "more compassionate" or w/e but yikes. I'm struggling so hard right now not to let that asshole taint all men. I'm beating that sexism back with a fucking bat.

My cynophobia is in severe decline, at least with smaller and some medium sized dogs! Anything bigger than like a corgi still triggers me (shaking, crying, panicking, etc.) but smaller dogs are so fucking cute and fun and snuggly!!! I love when they curl up in your lap and when they roll over for tummy rubs!!! I really miss my mom's dogs right now 😭 but I have a cat here so it's kind of ok

Had some True Crime shit happen to my family. My aunt (who's always been in poor health) passed away in her sleep. Her husband had her cremated asap, threw out all of her stuff, repainted the room she slept in, and then waited a week to tell the rest of the family... by text. Originally it looked like she had died in her sleep while he was at work, but then he admitted to his daughter (who then told the fam) that he had been home all day, that he lied to police about being at work, and that he was glad she was dead. So it's looking more and more like he killed her, or at least let her die. Like... he's always been an asshole. It's totally believable he killed her, but I hope (for everyone's sake) that he didn't and he's just being a selfish jackass who doesn't understand how sus he sounds.

My mental health has been the best it's been in years. I still have bad days (esp right now bc of the shit that happened with the border officer) but I'm kind of in awe that I'm like. Alive? Like I'm entering my late twenties. My first suicide attempt was when I was 11. I never imagined I would make it past 21. Bitch I'm still here!!! Life is not my problem, I am LIFE'S problem!

I learned how to make stroganoff and became mildly addicted to it for like a month.

Lived to see cicadas in the summer! Saw SO many!!! I think about them when winter makes me sad. They're my light at the end of the tunnel.

I ALSO SAW A BABY (ok more like a young) POSSUM!!! My dad discovered him in a box of apples we had outside. He was havin a FEAST lemme tell you. Boy went through like four apples that were about half his body size. Hell yeah.

I've currently been trying to exercise and strength train because I tried to climb a tree to get a cicada shell and yeah. I didn't even make it off the ground. Spaghetti ass arms. Right now I'm too sore from the travel (& stress & panic attack due to border issue) to see if my strength has improved, but I can definitely tell there are muscles in my arms and not just mush. Human bodies are so fucking weird and cool and shit.

I still remain uneducated and unemployed, but I actually checked out the GED study guide from the library earlier last year. I had a panic attack and ended up returning it, but... it's progress! A few years ago, I would've just passed it by. I actually opened it and looked in it and shit! Give me some more time and I'll actually be able to USE it and then get my GED and then bitche!!!! :D I've also decided I'm going to try to become a mortician. I doubt I have the patience to become a medical examiner, but I'd still like to work with the dead (not in a creepy way, I'm just better with dead folks) AND I got some family in the business back home (here's hoping I can use nepotism to my advantage teehee) so it's a good idea. I'm not saying it'll work out, but it's a plan.

I beat Pokemon Diamond again, and Skyrim. I made like four new characters but only ended up completing one (and they became a sneak archer because of course.)

I've done a little more sewing! I'm still kinda sucky at it and my brain can not figure out how the hell a back stitch works but I'm having a lot of fun!

Ok that's all I can think of right now but yeah. I'm surprised I haven't completely lost my mind yet but hey. There's still time 😌

I'll hopefully be more active on here in the upcoming days (bc I've missed my sweet little garbage trash site and all my gay little mutuals), but right now I'm just trying to exist in as little pain as I can. Very fatigued but also incredibly sore (shoulders, back, and legs).

I'm so grateful to all the kind messages and asks you guys have sent me while I was gone, and I hope your lives have been going well. Things are tough right now for everyone, and I hope you find the strength and support you need to go on. Fucking love you guys.

#Whoa's Posts #Whoa's stuff #Long Post #''quick'' post my ass right lol

[sizablelad]

saw a friend of a friend say they “are vehemently against plastic surgery” and…..i know what type of surgery they’re talking about, and if i was to say “well, what do you mean by that” they would be like “you know what type of surgery i’m talking about”. but the problem is a LOT of surgery is plastic surgery. and a lot of elective surgeries that someone who is ‘against plastic surgery’ would consider Good surgeries are. well. elective plastic surgery. where do you draw the line? tummy tucks? skin grafts for burn corrections? cleft palate surgery? top surgery? breast reductions? a family friend had a daughter with a very difficult birth. she was born with her intestines outside her stomach and so when the doctors put them back, she was sewn up. and didn’t have a belly button. and it was a HUGE point of self consciousness for her for years. so she got elective plastic surgery at 15 to give her a belly button. was she just conforming to what is expected for a body to look like? i mean, it’s such a small surgery, and even if no one else cared about her not having a belly button, SHE obviously cared. so was it her moral obligation to not get the surgery and make a Stand for diverse bodies by never having a belly button? maybe she should’ve waited until she wasn’t a teenager because her brain hasn’t fully developed and her anxiety around this issue would’ve reduced. thousands of dollars spent on a pointless surgery at 15…..and yet she is much happier with her body now.

i’m usually amenable to general statements like this, like i try not to be a pedantic bitch, but i think this is an opinion that a lot of people have that is interesting to interrogate, because a lot of people have a different idea about what constitutes ‘good’ or ‘bad’ elective plastic surgery, and i think it’s a very philosophical discussion with a lot to consider other than “””natural””” body=good, body modification=bad. anyway.

[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

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A little sumpin for the big girls

MINORS DNI!!!

Chubby!reader x Sanemi

Warnings: smut, rough sex, sexual themes

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His calloused hands gripped at your hips, digging his nails into the meaty flesh that he loved ever so much. He was slamming his hips into yours with desperation, the sound of skin hitting skin. All you could do was keep your face buried in the pillows trying to keep your noises bound there.

He loved the way you jiggled and bounced, you always smelled like flowers to him and your full figure always fit so nicely against his. The way your big soft thighs wrapped around his waist and even now, the arch of your back leading up to your big round ass he loved to palm at.

From the moment he laid eyes on your full round frame at one of the many safety houses. You worked in the garden, tending to the many wisteria trees among other things. You smelled like the many flowers you grew, earthy scents followed by a soft sweet voice. It was so hard to speak to you at first, he could only snap and blurt things out. He was sure he’d scare you off, but you’d just raise an eyebrow and ask if he was doing okay. Sanemi would make many visits to this specific safe house, just to see you, just to hear you talk about plants, if anyone asked any questions they were met with a fierce glare.

The first time he had you was not something he’d soon forget. He caught you out very late one evening, right in the garden at a little pond. You were in your night clothes and checking the plants around and in the pond, you were kneeling and leaning over the water, which for Sanemi was god send. He was far too quiet, coming up behind you and when you noticed him you fell in. He helped you out, calling you a useless klutz and you criticized him for sneaking up on you. His eyes couldn’t leave your body, the way the wet clothes clung to your frame making your shape even more prominent. You hugged your arms around yourself, shivering at both the temperature and his intense gaze.

He didn’t want to scare you off, he just wanted to touch you.

So he did.

He pulled you too him, his body feeling hot against your cold one. He had his face buried in your neck and you gasped, you were confused as to what he was doing until you felt the point he was trying to make. You felt something hard press against your tummy and your face felt so flush. He wanted you. His hands began to roam all over your form and you ended up pulling away from him to at least convince him to let you go inside so you didn’t get sick, but instead you saw the look on his face, the look of lust and hunger that you were unfamiliar with in this setting.

That night he ended up in your room, much to his delight, with his head shoved between your thighs making you mewl out his name while you gripped his hair tightly. He fucked you thoroughly through the night, making you know just how bad he wanted you, enjoying every inch of your soft gummy insides. He was issued a mission in the morning so he could not stay long, but he insisted he’d be back, and he was, more often than before.

So that led you to now, face down and arched with your ass in the air while he took his fill of you. You kept as much noise as you could to a minimum, not wanting to cause distractions, but it was hard when he’d grab a hand full of your soft hair and pull your head back, demanding you let him hear you beg. So you do, face burning with shame at the way you sounded. He laughs and tells you that you sound like a bitch in heat, the insult just making your stomach twist even further with desire. His movements get erratic and desperate, he starts saying anything that comes to mind without a filter to hide all the lewd things he thinks of you. How he wants you to bear him children, how he wants to see you swollen with his seed and desperate for only him.

You know he’s going to cum and so are you, you respond to him, telling him that you belong to him and that your body only wants him. He thrives off of this, you feel your climax coming, you start panting his name and telling him you’re almost there, he makes you beg for it, beg for his cum and beg to bear his children. You do it without hesitation, right on the cusp of climax as you beg for his cum over and over again. He fucks you through your orgasm first, barely holding onto himself as he cums deep inside, burying himself as deep as he can go.

He holds you like that, panting and catching his breath while you do the same, eventually he collapses next to you. 

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WHEN IT'S DARK ── BONTEN (PT. I)

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACC

❐ Orgasm, rough sex, no condom, breeding, cumming (like a lot), nonconsent

(forgive my tagging issues)

❐ SUMMARY: You didn't expect to getting railed by a mysterious man since you're just a bodyguard. However, you're pretty sure it's one of your bosses from Bonten....but who?

A/N: Here's another dirty smut for you sinners as well as Tokyo Revengers fan *ahem* I also apologize for not having a proper schedule to post here. I have a busy life at school and it's messy AF. Hope you enjoy this one!

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I looked around the event and my mind reeled. I wondered who that person could be. The room was filled with Bonten members and friends we knew ── I never thought they'd show up since it was Kisaki's birthday. Everyone was laughing and talking, but I was able to dismiss nearly half of them. I didn't think an average woman had the right equipment to leave the ache I felt in my belly. I was sure it was a man and it teased my mind as to which one.

We all lodged in the same hotel the day before his birthday. That was when 'the mysterious man' visited me.

I glanced at Takeomi; a close friend of Kisaki and also a very important man in Bonten. Strong and dominant. It could be him. Besides, he had his eyes on me yesterday during dinner. I remembered startling awake in the darkness in my hotel room as a hand rested over my mouth. My sheet had been pulled back and my nightie was neatly tucked under my arms.

I never heard a voice. How could I when this mysterious man wrapped his mouth around my nipples. I remembered my own moans as he sucked and bit them. I remembered my back arched as he forced more of my breast into his mouth.

Takeomi was certainly capable of that. Well that was what I thought. I glanced down from his strong arms to the bulged that filled his pants. He had the right equipment, but was he the one that pounded my whimpering body into the mattress for well over thirty minutes straight?

I doubted that. He looked like the strong, demanding and forceful type, but deep down he was a gentleman. He only showed his bad sides to the enemy. Takeomi caught me staring and gave me a little smile which I returned.

My eyes went to Haruchiyo who leaned on a pillar while talking to a woman. My stomach did a small backflip when I saw the package between his thighs. Yes. That thing was capable of leaving the burning ache that I started feeling between my thighs.

Could Haruchiyo be the shadow that had slid onto my legs, knees forcing my legs apart in the darkness, hand holding a mewl of pleasure as he rammed inch after hard inch of his cock into my tummy? His growls as he fucked me like some bitch in heat until he filled my aching belly with scalding hot seed.

I shuddered when I remembered the thickness as it stretched my tight walls. God, he had been so hard, like a steel pipe. Not that my body had argued; because as he had violated me, I felt the gush of fluids that coated his cock as my body surrendered.

Sometimes I thought I had the hormonal drive of a young teenage guy, not a liberated female. Mentally, I loved sex and I loved all positions. Be it missionary, standing, doggy, straight or anal; it didn't matter. I simply loved fucking, but since I started working for Bonten I never got the chance to fuck.

My body was on fire when that hard cock drove into me. This was someone who knew how to fuck. They had set the perfect pace, the perfect depth. Hammering into my helpless body as I creamed again and again and again.

Even as I felt the growing wetness in my panties sitting there, I tried to focus my mind back on the task. So that meant Haruchiyo was a candidate.

Next was Mikey. All I saw were thin limbs and soft hands, but with his strength in physical combat, I gave it a second thought. The mysterious man pinned me down in the dark. He wrapped his fingers around my throat to choke off the screams of raw pleasure as he hammered into me.

Mikey's laughter from the crowd made me flinch. No. That did not match the animal grunts I heard every time the mysterious man shoved his cock into me.

Kakucho, Kanji and Kokonoi arrived this evening which means they were excluded.

That left the two devious brothers. Rindou and Ran.

My eyes drifted across the room to Ran. He had strong arms and looked to formal to anything rough. That didn't mean he wasn't capable of driving a woman insane. It seemed Ran caught me staring because he stared right back at me while talking. My juices soaked into the thin cloth of my panties. I remembered catching him jerk off months ago. God. I remembered the eight inches of his hard cock as I watched him pound his fist. Yup. He definitely had the equipment.

The fact that I had caught Ran checking me out twice only added fuel to my imagination. It had been one of the best fucking I've ever received; lying there helpless on my bed while this mysterious man ravaged every part of my body. His cock stretching my hole even as I silently begged for more.

Ran Haitani shot to the top of my list as i watched him drink wine from his glass. He kept looking at me like he could read my dirty mind. What if it was really him? Could I do it again, knowing it was this criminal? Could I take another mind bending orgasm that had shredded through me as I felt those thick wads of seed dumping into me?

Yes. I would let him fuck me in a heartbeat. I gave Ran a half smile. He had the stamina; no question.

Just then, my world turned upside-down completely as I watched Rindou take off his suit. My eyes went to his ass encased in his pants.

Could it be the same ass that I had willingly wrapped my legs around as he fucked me? Those firm hands that held the glass. Could one of them be the one that had muffled my screams as my pussy was taken stroke after stroke?

My mind reeled at the thought; it couldn't be Rindou. He always said he'd never hurt me in any way. Yet, the fucking I had received last night hadn't hurt. It was a bit rough and had driven my lust to have it again. Either ways, Rindou could've been the one to force himself on me until I was a sweat and cum covered puddle gasping on my bed and then vanish in the dark.

This whole thing drove me mad with confusion!

"Hey....are you okay?" Emma drove me out of my endless thoughts. "You've been spacing out."

I chuckled and reached for a wine that was nearby. "Yeah. I'm fine."

No I wasn't. I couldn't tell her about the raw, powerful sex I had. I couldn't tell her about the sound of sweating grunting bodies slapping together as I drove my hips up to meet that cock; the smell of sweat and sex that had filled my room even after we had finished. I wanted to ask her if she knew the mysterious man that fucked me last night.

"That's great!" Emma smiled at me. "Uhm, if you don't mind, I need you to make sure the guards are in place. With Mikey out here, who knows if one of our opponents are planning to attack."

I nodded. "Sure."

I really didn't like her interrupting my investigation, but I had to go. After all, I was the head body guard, and looking after my bosses was my job. I left the main event and went all the way downstairs for another security check.

After the security check, I could finally continue my investigation while I walked back to the main party. "Alright. That means Hanma, Haruchiyo, Mikey and the Haitani brothers are my suspect....but who could it be?"

I was starting to loose it, but I was able to put myself together. I knew it wouldn't happen again so all I could do was wait and hope. If it did happen again, I'd leave a mark so I could identify later.

Throughout the night, half of my mind was in the party while the other half was plotting my next move. Emma walked to me again with a big shopping bag. "Kisaki don't want you in that uniform, you know."

I looked down, checking myself out. "What? Why?"

"Says you need to join in on the party."

"But I have to look after everyone."

"Don't worry about that." She laughed. "They're more guards here." She handed me the bag. "My room is close by. Go there and change and feel free to wear any of my shoes. Look pretty okay and no guns!"

A small smile appeared on my face. I thanked her and left the party to my room. After changing to the and making myself 'look pretty' I went to the closet to get something. That's when the lights went off.

He wouldn't.... Not here. Not with everyone outside. I heard footsteps as they walked and stopped in front of the closet. I stood frozen, trembling as the door opened. In one fluid motion, he spun me around and pushed me to the wall. Everything was happening so fast when my dress was raised up to my waist with my panties dangling around my knees. My dress was strapless which gave him full access to my breasts.

I desperately tried to pierce the darkness to at least, figure out who this man was. I failed in doing that. I heard a button open and a zipper lower before I fell into a short panic. "Oh god." I moaned as I felt it for the second time in my life.

His cock head pressed between my thighs from behind, sliding the grove between my legs, until it lodges against my moist lips.

I clenched my fists against the wall as I braced myself. The thought of screaming came to my mind but it quickly vanished when his head slid into me with an obscene pop.

"Fuck yes." I groaned as his cock stretched me. He was bigger than I remembered last night.

"Whore." A voice rumbled in the dark behind me.

He had spoken, but my mind was too hazed to place the voice. Every part of me was focused on the cock. My nails dug into my palm as I waited for the plunge.

Out of curiosity, I decided to play along. "Fuck your whore."

He did just. I felt his hips shift; then inch after inch after inch filled me

I started to scream until a hand slapped over my mouth.

"Quiet, bitch" He hissed in my ear.

Once again, I tried to place the voice but that thought vanished when he pulled his hips back and slammed his entire length into me. His whore. His bitch. I couldn't agree more as hot juices erupted erupted between my thighs to splatter in the floor. Powerless against this man, all I could do was stand there and take every inch.

"F-f-uck." I moaned against his palm as my body shook violently, but he didn't stop. His hips kept slapping my shaking ass cheeks as he continued pounding into me. His hand slid from my mouth to my shoulder. He gripped my shoulder, pulling my body back into him with every thrust; shoving that magnificent cock deeper and deeper. I knew this was going to end like last night.

"Cum in me, please. Fuck please." I mewled.

Fortunately, he answered me by ramming harder into me. My breasts were now mashing against a wall so much that I'd have a bruise. I had never been so full before. He also moaned and groaned, which meant that he loved it. He stopped and I felt him straighten his legs. My body was still glued to the wall, suspended on his cock. At least I got to unclench my hand. 

He turned me to face him. That didn't mean I could see this mysterious man. He pulled himself in for a kiss. It was hot and wet.  Just as my gut knotted again, I reached at the back of his neck and dug the nails of my hand into it. Now he was kissing and fucking at the same time. How was he able to do it?

Immediately I left the mark on his neck, a hot blast filled my insides.

He stopped kissing and rammed even faster into me. "Fuck." I heard him grunt; his hot breath ticking my face.

My eyes rolled back as the most powerful orgasm of my life tore through me. Never had I felt powerless. Felt owned. The idea of this raw pleasure was too much. I trembled in his grasp like I was being electrocuted. "Cum-cum-cumming." I gurgled, even as I felt his load filling me.

My unprotected pussy.

By the time he had finished unloading into me, I was a limp rag doll gasping for breath. My body slowly eased down until I knelt down in the darkness. I could feel a glob of warm semen ooze from my pussy. The mysterious man put his pants on and zipped it up.

The thought of trying to see him again was too weak. I couldn't stand. As I listened to his purposeful steps leaving the closet and the room, I hoped the mark I left would be visible enough for me to see.

Finally, I was alone. I pulled my panties into place over my still dripping pussy. I also cleaned whatever was left on the floor, hoping Emma wouldn't notice that her closet smelled of sex. Some perfume spray will help I guess.

It took me a long while to put myself together before going back outside to the party. Everyone was still hyped up. No sign of tiredness. Mikey was laughing with the guest. I casually passed him from behind taking a quick look at his neck. It wasn't him.

Next was Takeomi. "You look gorgeous in that dress."

"Thanks, boss." I smiled before walking pass him. I took a U-turn to his back and looked at his neck. It wasn't him either. I almost felt regret as I watched him walk away. I could imagine getting pinned under him as I stared into his eyes while he fucked me. I sighed and went for my next suspect.

It wasn't Ran either. Which left Rindou and Haruchiyo.

Thankfully, the party was slowly coming to an end. I almost gave up when I stopped. I heard something.

"Hey! Show me already! I know you're hurt." I ran to the scene and froze when I saw a lady trying to push the collar of the suit down. "Let me see." She said again. I stretched and froze when she successfully brought his collar down. That was the scar. My tummy did a backflip once again and my panties were filled with a sudden gush of hot fluids.

Haruchiyo. Oh lord, it was him. It had to be. That was the mark I left him. "You've seen it. Its just a scratch. Let it be." He said and walked away.

#tokyo revengers x you smut #smut #x reader #anime smut #bonten #tokyo revengers bonten #ran haitani smut #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokrev takeomi #bonten mikey #haruchiyo x reader #kokonoi hajime #kakucho x reader #mocchi #anime x you #kinky mature #anime / manga #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers x reader #haruchiyo x you #haruchiyo sanzu x reader

[soupbabe]

hello so i know there’s one for the crusaders and the duwang gang but i was wondering if i can request a chubby s/o with bruno’s gang? please and thank you!!

Bucci Gang w a Chubby! S/O

I love writing chubby/plus size readers sm !!😌 y'all deserve the world. Also I think I might've gone a tad bit overboard w this?? Not sure lol

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno would love you regardless of your body! He's never been one to heavily judge someone's appearance

Going clothes shopping with him is a win and lose kind of thing

On one hand, you have your boyfriend to hypr you up when you try on clothes

On the other hand,,you could wear a potato sack and he'd still be like "You look radiant, tesoro"

"Bruno, you have to say more than 'you look great' after I show you a new outfit. " "Well, you know better than anyone, I'm not the kind of guy to lie or brush you off. I'm being genuine in every statement"

I just can't see him finding a favorite part of you

Like he adores the way your chubby cheeks are just on display when you're smiling, he thinks it makes your smile seem way brighter

And he also just adores your soft thighs, a perfect resting place for his head when he gets stressed out from work

Bruno is just smitten by you

Leone Abbacchio

I imagine that you'd have to have pretty tough skin upon meeting Abbachio

It's very easy to think that he'd make a few snide comments upon meeting and working with you

It's not a lot and he says very little, but they can be the kind of quick comments to get under someone's skin easily

But I promise you it'd stop once you two get to know each other and work alongside each other more

He has such a soft spot for you now omg-

If he's ever having a bad day he just likes to wrap his arms around your soft waist and rest his head on your shoulder

Maybe give it a couple of little kisses if your shoulders are exposed

That action is literally his favorite thing to do in domestic settings

I hc that all of the bucci gang have their own separate places instead of living to together, so Abbacchio has his own privacy to let his walls down and be more outwardly loving

He loves going up behind you while you're cookie dinner and ask what you're making, hiding his smirk in your shoulder when he feels your face heat up

I think his favorite part of you might be your wife waist/hips

It's the first thing he gravitates to and clings to when you too fall asleep together

Abbachio could be facing away from you when he falls asleep and wake up with your back pressed against his chest, his arms around you

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno has a preference for plus size bodies it's canon because I said so

To him your plush body just makes him think that you were taken care of in your life

Having some meat on your bones is something Giorno just appreciates in an s/o, you know?

I don't think he'd be the best at expressing how much he loves you through touch or verbal affection, so he likes to buy you stuff

It could be from something as simple as flowers to clothes you eyed at one time, but you decided to not buy

If he wants to buy you something special and it's not in your size it's no problem for him

His mafia connections give him easy access to a lot of businesses in Italy and he could afford to get something custom made just for you

I can see his favorite body part of yours being your eyes

Giorno just loves how much emotion they hold and how much they silently tell him how you're feeling

And they especially help him take notice if you're having one of those off days you know? It helps him understand so he can be there for you

Pannacotta Fugo

He's not that judgemental when it comes to an s/o

But he did think you were very attractive and did develop a small crush on you when he first met you

He can be easily flustered and it's so easy for someone like Mista or Narancia to tease him about his chubby crush

"Hey Fugo, I saw you staring at Y/N's shorts. Saw somethin' you like?" "S-shut the fuck up Mista! I wasn't staring at them!"

Lies

He loves your personality as well, I don't think Fugo has ever had a crush before and is struggling to remain subtle at times

Once you two are in a relationship, he's so happy

I do imagine that it'd take Fugo awhile to be used to physical affection from an s/o regardless, but once he felt a hug from you?? He wants you to hug him all the time

Was he missing out this entire time?? You're so soft and warm?? He loves it so much omg

I think his favorite body part of yours is your hands

Since he'd rather keep things professional in the gang, holding your hand is as far as he'd go for pda

When he's feeling stressed out, he likes to hold onto your hand for reassurance

Sometimes he likes to squeeze your soft palm if his anger issues is testing him or just to get your attention discreetly when you two are around the gang

Narancia Ghirga

Another gang member to adore and prefer chubby s/os!!

He just finds them comforting tbh

He's also very clingy, finding a way to have his arms around you at all times

If you feel uncomfortable with it and tell him, he'll pout but (reluctantly) keep his hands to himself

It doesn't matter how odd it might look, he will sit on your lap

He just likes snuggling up with you and having your big arms wrapped around him

He loves to share his food with you!!

Lunch breaks from his lessons are commonly when you can casually spend time with your boyfriend and give him the encouragement he needs to make it through the second half of his school day

Typically during this time he'd cut an orange in half, give one half to you, and he plays with the other half to make you laugh

One time during his orange smile act, he almost choked because he was distracted by how nice your laugh is-

He's also very protective of you

Seriously he's not above pulling a knife on a stranger who made a rude comment about you-

I fully believe that his favorite body part of yours is your tummy!

He loves laying on it so much that sometimes you feel like his personal pillow instead of s/o

Add in you running your hands through his hair?? You can already hear his soft snores

Guido Mista

I think he really didn't pay any mind to plus size folks, until he saw you

You were just in shorts and a crop top/tank top(/whatever makes you comfortable) to combat the Italian heat and his mind made that awooga awooga sound

I just know he brought out his old flirting tricks onto you

This man could be in the category of "annoyingly persistent, but not yet boarder line harrassment" regardless of your response to being hit on

He is your personal hypeman omg

While everyone has their off days, it's really hard to feel insecure when Mista is around

Just like Narancia, he's so protective of you

Even if you are 100% capable of handling the situation himself, he will yell and bark at the rude stranger

"Get your fucking boyfriend bitch-" "he don't bite :)" "yES HE DO"

Please sit on this man's lap, he would be so happy

Think you're too heavy? Mista would take that as a challenge and drag you onto his lap anyways

He would secure his arms around your large frame and give a teasing kiss on the cheek, "Haha, you can't escape now babe!"

His favorite body part of yours might be your thighs

Once he met you, he was a true believer of "thick thighs save lives"

Mista would constantly beg you to wear shorts all the time, using the hot weather as an excuse

"The weather is at a record high! It's best for you to wear shorts, Y/N." "Mista you're literally wearing a sweater." "So!? I'm worried about you, this conversation isn't about me!"

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #golden wind #golden wind x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccerati #leone abbachio x reader #leone abbacchio #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo x reader #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga x reader #narancia ghirga #guido mista x reader #guido mista #jjba x chubby reader #chubby reader #x chubby reader

[fandom-hoarder]

Sam going into labor in the impala or something and Dean having to deliver it

[Warnings: mpreg, semi-graphic birth, unspecified genitalia, conveniently fast first-time labor, totally made up geography, unknown word count - it's long]

Sam knew, of course, that he wasn't going to have the perfect birth-- just like he hadn't had the perfect pregnancy. He'd gotten checkups at free clinics when he could; took his prenatal vitamins; ate as healthy as he could under the circumstances; exercised; even tried learning some breathing techniques with Dean from a video they found on YouTube.

Luckily he'd had no major health issues, especially since Dean delegated him to research only, and he knew that was the most important part. Still, Sam had insisted on keeping his appointments at the same clinic for the last month of the pregnancy, so they'd been staying in Rufus's cabin and going to the little clinic in town. The county hospital was less than an hour away, which wasn't too bad.

So yeah, Sam knew he wasn't going to get the water birth in a special tub with a doula and music and low lighting and Dean in the water to help baby swim, but he had thought he'd at least get to deliver in a hospital.

When his water bursts in the middle of goddamn nowhere (on their way back from a hunter's wake Sam insisted on going to at 38 weeks along), he has a moment of clarity-- between Dean bitching that 'this is exactly why I wanted you to sit on the towel, Sam' and Dean realizing what amniotic fluid all over his upholstery means-- when Sam wonders to himself why this wasn't exactly what he'd expected to happen.

"Okay. Okay," Dean says, taking a fortifying breath and flexing his hands on the steering wheel as he pulls the car over to the shoulder.

He grabs the towel Sam tossed off his seat with a bitchface hours earlier, hands it to Sam without another word, and leaps out of the car to pull a heap of towels and blankets from the trunk. Sam can't even see Dean's face until he opens the back door and sets the pile down on the seat.

"Dean, what the fuck," Sam says, stuffing his swollen feet back into his untied boots, unfolding himself from the car, and groaning as the gross, wet feeling worsens with the movement.

Dean tsks at him when Sam starts sopping up the seat himself, so he shifts out of the way for his brother. But Dean barely swipes at it before tossing the used towel onto the damp floor mat, laying a fresh towel on the seat, and turning back to Sam.

"What the fuck yourself, Sammy. You're in labor? Are you having contractions?!"

Sam shrugs uncomfortably. "Braxton-hick's..." he trails off, breathing through another vise-like grip on his belly. It hardly feels like anything, really. He's had worse--a lot worse, and he's not going to think about that right now.

Now that he's standing up, Sam can tell the baby is a lot lower than she was when this started this morning. Or maybe it was last night in bed-- he'd thought it was just the sex bringing on a couple Braxton-hick's contractions before he went to sleep...

Dean lifts up his shirt suddenly, and they both watch Sam's belly tightening. It starts to release and Sam takes in a deep breath, looking into his brother's wide, pleading eyes. Sam nods, and Dean's hands are instantly on his belly. They're still there a minute later when Sam pulls in a sharp breath and another contraction hits.

Dean frowns, hands rubbing over the tight mound of Sam's tummy as Sam groans low. His back and stomach are so warm and he feels tender between his legs. Realization comes into Dean's eyes, and suddenly he's urging Sam to sit back down and reaching for his phone.

"Those are not Braxton-hick's."

Sam squats on the edge of the covered seat, belly relaxing again between his spread knees as he leans out the door and watches Dean pace. His brother holds his phone up at different angles, screen lighting up his face in the creeping dusk as he tries to catch a signal.

Another contraction hits like a wave, and Sam gasps, "Dean!" He curls over his belly, arms around it protectively, and Dean is by his side in a second.

"Sammy, it's okay, I gotcha," Dean soothes, coaxing Sam to lean his head into his brother's stomach so Dean can rub down his back.

"I need a hospital. Now." Sam's voice is so full of conviction he almost believes it's possible.

"The next city with a hospital is over an hour away and there's mountains cutting off the signal the whole way. I can't risk driving with you like this, baby. I think you're in active labor."

Sam nods into Dean's stomach, reaching up to fist his hands tightly into Dean's shirt layers. When the contraction is over, Dean pulls away slowly, hands bracing Sam's shoulders to look at him. Sam silently pleads for Dean to somehow make everything okay--make it all better--and the look Dean meets him with says he will.

Dean cradles his face briefly and pulls away, and Sam watches distractedly as Dean moves the towels and lays the tarp over the backseat, followed by a large blanket to cover the tarp. Dean looks around at the still-empty road and reaches for Sam.

"What're we going to do?" Sam hates that his voice shakes when he asks. Then Dean's pulling down his soaked maternity pants and making Sam step out of his boots and pants, pushing Sam down into the backseat before he can protest, "You can't deliver our baby on the side of the road, Dean!"

"Hey, you're not giving birth on the side of the road. You're having a home birth." Dean pats the impala's roof with a tender look from the car to Sam, before ducking in to pull off Sam's socks and help him get situated.

"You can't deliver our baby, Dean," Sam reiterates, and realizes from somewhere far away his voice is getting pitchy with anxiety. His breath quickens, stomach tight. Oh fuck.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey--Sammy, look at me. Breathe."

Sam obeys, holding Dean's gaze in the diminishing light and breathing in gentle pants with him until his body is calm again. Dean leans forward and presses their foreheads together, hand a reassuring pressure on the back of Sam's neck.

"That's my boy."

They stay like that until the next contraction, and then Dean kisses Sam's forehead and says, "Look, don't be mad--"

Sam cuts him a suspicious little brother look.

Dean leans away and holds up his hands placatingly. "I figured this would happen when you refused to let the pregnancy keep you home. So I took a doula class." And with that bomb dropped, he leaves the backseat to grab Sam a water bottle. He points at Sam, "Small sips."

Dean starts pulling more stuff out of the trunk, but Sam is too distracted to pay attention to what he's grabbing.

"You took...a doula class?!" Sam's words are a guttural moan as another contraction starts. The pain seems to be increasing with each one, rippling like waves. He has to remind himself to breathe, clenching his hand over the back of the front seat to ground himself, squirming in agitation trying to find a comfortable position.

Sitting on his tailbone suddenly makes him feel everything building like he hadn't been before. Like just being aware of it flipped a switch. He wishes he could lay down. It's too small in here for him to get properly supine and not risk a Men in Black situation, he thinks hysterically.

Suddenly the car cabin is filled with lantern light and Dean's grabbing his hand and smoothing his hair from his face. Sam only realizes he's howling like a wolf at the moon when he looks into reassuring green eyes and trails off with a sob of relief.

"Yeah, a doula class. That chick with the lamaze video had an online course."

Sam forgets about his contractions and starts to belly laugh. Then his eyes shoot wide and he sits up straighter, leans forward, grabbing into the seats with both hands.

"Ohhh. De-Dean. I need to- I need to push... Now. Nownownow."

"Jesus-- Okay, Sammy, just slide down for me a bit. Need to see where we're at-- Holy shit."

"What?!"

"Press those knees together for me, baby boy."

Sam does, excitement and anxiety thrumming through his body. This is happening. This is really happening.

Dean leans over the front seat and grabs a handful of towels, tossing them on the blanket-covered floor next to a jug of water and a brand new first aid kit Sam's never seen before. Dean opens the water and twists back to rinse his hands out the open door behind him. Opens the first aid kit and Sam sees a bulb syringe along with other baby first aid items, but he can't really put purpose to anything he's seeing right now.

The need to push is so intense Sam can hardly think, and judging from Dean's reaction as he spreads him open, there's good reason.

"Okay--"

"Dean, I need to push!"

Dean smirks at him and Sam kinda wants to punch him in the face. "I know you do, Sammy. On the next contraction, let's go. Okay?"

Sam nods. "Okay."

Dean lays a large towel over his lap while Sam starts squirming in discomfort again. The next contraction seems to take forever.

His knees are spread open against the front and back seats, and he lets his foot fall to the blanketed floor, toes wiggling until they meet the side of the water jug. He pulls back and flexes his foot. Spreads his other leg out as far as he can beside Dean, along the back of the seat, and rubs at it.

"I want to walk, Dean."

Dean bites his lip, "Sammy, you're really ready now. I don't think--"

"Please, De, I need to stretch my legs."

Dean takes his leg in his hands and starts to rub it, and Sam moans softly. Can't help continuing to squirm, though, hips aching. He pushes Dean away with his heel.

"Lemme out!"

Dean huffs but relents, grabbing Sam's boots and setting them outside the car when he gets out.

"Dean, where are my shoelaces?" Sam asks, staring down at his laceless boots, the tongue pulled out. He stuffs his feet in.

"I needed them."

Dean holds out the towel from his lap for Sam. He wraps it around himself and holds it together at his hip. Dean grabs his other arm and braces his lower back as they take baby steps together.

"Okay, just a little bit. Not too far. If you start having a contraction, do not push while we're out here. You gotta wait til we get you back in Baby."

They go around in circles a few times; pause so Dean can help Sam take off his jacket and flannel and get down to a single layer; walk some more; but Sam's hips get tired before another contraction comes.

When they're back inside the impala, Sam continues wriggling around into different positions, rocking himself, while Dean busies himself with more preparations. The impala starts up, familiar and comforting. Dean slides into the seat next to Sam and closes the door, draping the towel back over his lap.

Then, finally, when Sam has squirmed until he's canted himself to lean over the front seat-- knees spread wide on the backseat, belly pressed against the cool vinyl-- the next contraction comes.

"Okay, Sammy, you got this." Dean rubs his lower back encouragingly.

Sam bears down.

It feels like he's pushing forever. Dean tells him to breathe and he realizes he's not. He gasps and tries to catch his breath, matching Dean.

The contraction ends and Dean reminds him to stop pushing.

"That's it, baby boy, that was so good," Dean praises.

"Am I almost done? God, Dean she's so heavy," Sam pants, and feels Dean lean around him to wipe sweat from his face with a clean towel.

He hears the click of a flashlight, and tries not to think about what things look like between his legs right now. Feels Dean's hand against him.

"You're really close, Sammy. I think this is what they call crowning. Think I'm gonna be catchin' our kid real soon."

"God, I want to see-- her," Sam grunts as his next contraction starts. "Dean!"

"C'mon, Sammy, you can see her as soon as you push her out. Just a little more work... You got this."

Sam pushes, howling and feeling his inner rhythm matching the rumble of the impala. He's learned over the years how to trick how he processes pain for long periods of time. How to break it ip into pieces; change it into a different, more manageable energy. But how he's feeling now goes beyond what he's ever managed. It feels like he's tapped into something primal. Something vital.

He doesn't think. He barely understands the encouraging words and instructions Dean coos at him. He digs down into the pain and grabs onto it. Feels the power of life in it. And pushes their baby outoutout.

Dean shouts in triumph and Sam knows he caught her okay. Slumps over in relief when he hears the suction of the bulb syringe and then the strong cries of their daughter.

_

"What d'you want to name her?" Dean asks in the hush of the impala, spooned up single layer-to-skin with Sam and the baby; watching their daughter nurse in the lantern light. The cut-and-tied bootlace he'd used to tie off the umbilical cord rests against her belly.

Sam carresses her dark, downy hair and looks at Dean. "How about Hope?"

Dean smiles. "Hope it is." He kisses Sam's cheek, then lips, then forehead, and presses his lips gently to the crown of Hope's head.

"What about the APGAR?" Sam realizes suddenly.

"It was 8 and then 10," Dean says easily.

Sam stares at him.

Dean stares back and cocks his eyebrow. "Y'know, you say things like, 'Dean, you're a genius!'--"

Sam cuts off Dean's falsetto imitation of him with a laugh and a playful shove, "I don't sound like that--"

"--you do, baby boy-- But you're always surprised when I do something like reference a book or know what an APGAR score is."

Sam blushes, but his brother is giving him that smarmy look he thinks works as flirting. With the mouth. And the eyes. It's absolutely ridiculous. So dorky. He looks like the 12-year-old kid that used to tease Sam just to see his reaction. Unfortunately, it still works, and Sam reaches to fist his hand in Dean's t-shirt and pull him in for a kiss.

"Or learn how to deliver our baby in the back of a 1967 Chevy Impala?" Sam smirks.

Dean combs his hand through Sam's sweat-damp hair. Sam leans into it. "I just figured it was a possibility, and I should be prepared. I didn't plan for it to happen like this."

Their daughter squirms but continues nursing, and Sam watches her in awe. He can feel the weight of Dean's gaze without even looking.

"They're even bigger now."

Dean palms the breast Hope isn't using.

"They filled out a little when my milk came in-- please don't touch my nipples right now, Dean. Nursing feels really freaking weird right now, I can't."

Dean's finger stops just beside Sam's areola and slides back to cradle the gentle curve of Sam's tit. Then he kisses Sam and settles his arm around Sam's where he's cradling Hope instead.

"We need to get you two to the hospital soon."

"I know. Just take it easy, okay? She's fine, so we don't need to get into an accident getting there. Especially when I have to hold her the whole way."

"Fuck that-- no, obviously I'm not gonna drive recklessly with our baby in the car, Sam. But she's going in the baby seat."

Dean leaves the car and starts rummaging through the trunk yet again, stowing away things he'd pulled out earlier, finding a trash bag to collect the wet and bloody laundry, and finally returning with an infant-sized carrier seat-- like something suburban hospitals give away with their new-parent gift bundles. In the seat of it is something else Sam is really happy to see: a small package of newborn diapers.

He thinks they'll just fit. Definitely better than the flannel shirt currently wrapped around her.

Sam grins helplessly at Dean. "You're such a dad. How did you even stow all this in the trunk?"

"Sammy, I think you should be well aware by now of how good I am at fitting things into tight spaces."

Sam snorts and Hope startles off the nipple. "Okay, baby girl, time to burp and get in your seat."

_

When Hope is buckled in-- rolled up towels filling in the empty space in the infant seat, supporting her as she sleeps-- and the impala is gliding out of the mountains, Sam asks:

"What about the placenta? Did you bury it?"

He had dozed off for a little bit after delivering the afterbirth.

"It's in the cooler."

"Dean, what the fuck."

"Hey, you're into all that hippy-dippy shit and doing your Sam-witch stuff, I didn't know if you needed it and you were too exhausted to answer. Don't worry--I got my beer out of the cooler first."

Sam shakes his head fondly, "You idiot."

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Tags: (let me know if you don't want tagged in mpreg) @amill22 @fangirlxwritesx67 @cordellwinchesterwalker

#asks #mpreg #wincest ficlet #mpreg wincest #pregnancy #labor and birth fic #wincest #ask fic

[kazusugar]

i have this thought that just floats around in my head all the time. like i like to think that bokuto just has really sensitive nipples that just sit oh so perfectly upon his big big titties.

just like imagine daddy bo doing so skin to skin with his little and they just start sucking on his nipple. they never realized how sensitive they were and were honestly too little to care. bo is so taken aback by this that he doesn’t know what to do. so he just sits there in this painful pleasure bc who would he be to disturb his peaceful pretty baby. do with this information what you will but i’d love to hear your take on it. god the brain rot ajhhh!¿:$:!

decided to post today for the birthday boy😌💅

MINORS,,,, GTFO 18+ ONLY PLS NSFW BELOW CUT

anon, i agree wholeheartedly. he's got fuckin mommy milkers idc, i will make a fool of myself for a peek of them tiddies😮‍💨

this gave me SO MUCH BRAINROT. i personally am a fuckin menace (brat),, so this'll be fun

also,, sorry it took a while to get to, my brain is dummy and only likes to write when it feels like it, not when i feel like it ),: (and let's not talk about the spacing issue with the paragraphs)

CW: brat fem! reader x daddy bokuto, dd/lg dynamics, tiddie stuff !!, spit, surprise finger in the ass, cream pie, spanking, humiliation, dacryphilia, ?????

so imagine:

you're sitting in bokuto's lap while a movie plays. it's the weekend, it's time to relax you know? that means you can get in that comfy headspace easily when bokuto says, "princess, i ordered pizza for dinner. do you need a snack or something before it gets here?". the nickname makes you slip like melted butter. "no daddy, i can wait!", you say happily, giving bokuto a sweet smile. "okay, princess. let's go get changed so we can watch our movie." he's so kind to you. you make grabby hands to him, wanting to be carried to your shared bedroom. who is he to tell his princess no? he picks you up easily, hands on the back of your thighs to carry you.

"alright, let's pick out some clothes princess." you nod and make your way to the dresser, picking out some fresh undies, fuzzy socks, and a pair of comfy shorts. looking at bokuto with a little pout, he knows what you want. "want one of my tshirts? i gotcha baby." he says and grabs a tshirt out of one of his drawers and hands it to you. "turn around! no peeking!" you say to bokuto, making sure he's turned around before you strip down and put on the fresh clothes.

"okay, i'm done daddy." you grin as he turns back around. "alright baby, daddy's gonna change now. i don't mind if you peek, it's up to you", he teased and began to strip down, putting on fresh boxers and sweatpants. your eyes get caught on his muscly figure, specifically his pecs. when did they start looking that juicy, huh?

as soon as you both got down the stairs, the doorbell rang. "stay here, princess. daddy's gonna get the pizza", you nodded and sat on the couch, peeking over the top to watch the interaction. once bokuto turned around, you fell back on the couch as if you weren't watching and giggling. "what are you giggling about over there hm?" bokuto asked you, making you sit back up. "nothin daddy. i promise!" you put a hand over your mouth to control the giggles.

bokuto brought the pizza back to the couch with a couple of plates to set on the coffee table. you squirm in excitement as he puts a slice on your plate and hands it to you. "thank you daddy," you give him a kiss on the cheek before taking a bite of the cheesy heaven. bokuto sits beside you and starts on his own slice, starting a movie up.

after a couple of slices, you set your plate back on the table and snuggle into bokuto's side, waiting for him to finish eating. when he's finally done, you move your way into his lap and give him a soft kiss. "need you, daddy." you whined softly, giving him a little pout. "'m all yours, princess." he smiles to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you nod and place your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. "blankie, please!" you say, looking up at bokuto. "okay, baby. i gotcha." he nods before wrapping a blanket over the two of you.

after a while when bokuto's attention is on the movie playing, you softly lick at his nipple before wrapping your mouth around it. it gives bokuto shivers going down his spine. he didn't have a clue he was sensitive there. you start to suckle a little, closing your eyes and humming a little. bokuto is frozen, not sure what to do. of course he couldn't scold you for this, even he didn't know about it. you lap at his nipple and pant softly for air, causing his breath to hitch. he places a hand in your hair and smooths it down a few times, biting down on his lip to keep quiet.

you knew exactly what you were doing to him. it was evident in the way his cock grew harder and harder beneath you. you squirmed against his hips, whining a little as you took his nipple back into your mouth, teasing it with your teeth. he couldn't hold back a grunt at that, letting out a breath he didn't notice he was holding. "p-princess?" he asked, watching with half lidded eyes as you looked up. it was an innocent look, with a saliva string still connecting your lips to his nipple. you licked at your bottom lip, "yes daddy?" you asked, giving a small head tilt. "daddy needs you princess. needs you bad." he groaned out, reaching his hand to the waistband of your shorts. "just need to be in you, is that okay baby?" he asked quietly, chest rising and falling with the pants he let out. "'course daddy!" you grinned at him, giggling as he just about ripped your shorts off.

"baby girl, i feel a little wet spot. you doin this on purpose, hm?" bokuto raised an eyebrow at you. you just put your mouth on his other nipple and giggled a little, giving it kitten licks. "nuh uh! i'm a good girl, i promise!" you huffed, then began to suck little love bites all over his chest. "good girls don't lie, princess." he said with a smirk, pressing down on the wet spot to make you squirm. "s-stop daddy! ngh- i didn't do anything!" you whined as he began rubbing at your clit through your panties. "dumb bratty baby." bokuto growled, lifting your head by your chin. he placed his thumb on your bottom lip to make you open your mouth, then spat a fat glob of saliva in it. "what do we say?" bokuto asked, tapping your cheek. you closed your mouth and looked the other way with a huff. "oh? fine, fine. be a bratty bitch." bokuto gave a challenging look, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow at you as he waited. "th-thank you, daddy." you finally whispered out. "what was that princess?" bokuto smirked, watching tears form in your waterline. "thank you daddy!" you said louder, then swallowed the glob of spit in your mouth.

"good job, baby girl." bokuto cooed, running a hand through your hair. he slid your panties to the side and ran two fingers in your slit, chuckling when one caught your clit and you whined. "you're soaked, baby. all from sucking on my nipples? how cute." bokuto lifted you gently, sliding his sweatpants and boxers down to free his cock. "see what you've done, princess? we gotta take care of that." he lowered you back down into his lap, running his shaft through your dripping slit. you whined and grabbed at his shoulders, letting out a soft moan at the feeling.

bokuto spread his legs a bit and placed your legs on either side of his hips, hovering you over his cock. "you want it baby? get it yourself." he said in a low voice, removing his hands from you. you pouted and huffed, giving a sniffle before you lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly lowered yourself. once his fat tip was in, you put your hands on his chest and let out a soft sob, having tears run down your cheeks. you looked him in the eyes with a glare and lowered yourself a little more, beginning to bounce gently before bokuto spanked you harsh enough to leave a mark. "y-you're so mean, daddy!" you whined, using the heel of your hand to wipe your eyes. "you're embarrassing me!" you cried out, hitting your fist against his sturdy chest. "baby girl, you're the one who wanted to be bratty with me. bratty girls get punished, good girls get treats." bokuto shrugged, then wiped at your tears. you huffed and continued your bouncing, getting lower on his cock with every one. once he was fully sheathed, you shivered and let out a sweet moan for him. "good girl, you got me in all by yourself!" he teased you, patting your cheek. "need more, daddy." you whined at him, giving him a little pout.

"alright, princess. i suppose you've been good enough." bokuto nodded towards you and wrapped his muscular arms tight around you. "'m sorry baby, i don't like being mean either." he whispered and gave you a kiss, lacing his fingers with your own. "now let daddy take over, he'll take care of you." he wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks with his thumb, using the arm to pull you closer to him. you took the opportunity to latch back on to his nipple and suck softly, keeping one of your hands still holding his. you used the other hand to play with the nipple you weren't sucking, making sure to give attention to both.

bokuto began thrusting up into you, using his free hand to play with your clit. "so tight, princess." he moaned out, softly panting as he thrusted. "mm, 's full, daddy. i can feel you in my tummy." you let out a little giggle, licking at his sensitive swollen nipple. "oh yeah? right here?" he asked, placing a hand on your tummy and pressing down. you squirmed and whined, drooling a bit on his pec. "daddy! feels funny.." you huffed, biting down on his nipple. "fuck, princess, if you do that again i'll cum!" he grunted, spanking you to watch your ass jiggle. "need more, need more!" you whined, wiggling your hips down to get him as far into you as possible. bokuto slid one of his fingers in your mouth, using his other hand to collect a little slick. while you were distracted with his fingers in your mouth, he slicked up your tighter hole and slid a finger in. "gonna cum, daddy!" you whined and drooled all over his hand, panting softly. "go ahead princess, cum for daddy." he nodded, watching as your face expressions changed. he thrusted up a few more times and coated your insides white with his hot cum.

both of you were panting and hazy minded. "are you good princess? everything okay?" bokuto asked, removing his finger from your ass. with an uncomfortable shiver, you nodded. "'m good daddy, sleepy though." you said softly, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. "alright baby, do you wanna do clean up or sleep first?" he asked you, rubbing at your back gently. "sleepy, daddy. don't pull out, 'm too sensitive." you mumbled sleepily, eyes already closed. "alright, little princess." bokuto gave a happy sigh, laying back with you in his arms. he made sure the blanket covered you before giving your forehead a kiss and closing his own eyes to fall asleep with you.

#kalesugar.writes🍯 #haikyuu #bokuto #kale.simps❤️‍🔥 #bokuto smut #haikyuu smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro

[secretlyblue12]

Day 1: Chase

First day of DSMP tickletober! Very exciting. I haven’t written a tickle fic in a long time, so I’m a bit rusty, but hoping to do alright XD This one is of Tommy and Wilbur because it seemed fitting. There is a bit of teasing in it, but with Wilbur I feel as if that is a bit expected, I can’t think of any other warnings though. :)

“Oh, Tommy! You better be quicker than that, I’m right on your tail.”

Oh fuck. Shit, shit, shit. Tommy was screwed. Absolutely royally fucked, he thought, begging his legs to move faster. It wasn’t really his fault- well, okay, maybe he had been messing with Wilbur’s things while he was out, but he hadn’t meant to snap one of his guitar strings. And now Wilbur was going to kill him, he knew it, he could see the evil, mischievous, demonic glint in his eye when he glanced over his shoulder.

They had looped through the entire house twice by now, Phil would tell them off for making a mess but that was the last thing on his mind. That was an issue for later him, right now him was in the middle of a vicious battle fighting for his life.

He ran into the living room, circling around the couch and ending up with him on one end with Wil on the other. “You don’t have to do this Wilbur, think about the children. It’s not a big deal, I can- No!”

Tommy circled around to the other side when Wilbur launched towards him, reversing their positions.

“I am thinking about the children, one in particular who needs a proper punishment for breaking his big brother's things.” He said, jerking to one side to try to fake Tommy out, chuckling when the boy in question flinched and almost fell for it. “Tommy, this is your last chance to come here and I might go easy on you.”

That was a lie if Tommy ever heard one. “No you won’t! I might be stupid but I’m not an idiot. You’re just trying to make it easier on yourself, but I, Tommy the biggest man to ever- Wilbur!”

Honestly, that was quite rude, Tommy figured. He had been mid-speech, who tackles a man mid-speech? He didn’t have long to think about it though before he was squealing and squirming away.

“Whihilbuhur naha! Nohot fair,” He whined, desperately trying to push the hands away from his sides. “I didn’t mehean to! Stohop it.”

“Awee, you didn’t mean to? Well, I don’t mean this either then, or this, or this” He said, poking at a different spot every few seconds, smiling at how without fail Tommy would always jump at the new attack. “Oh, look! Your face is going all red. Are you blushing Tommy? Does a little tickle tickle tickling get Tom-Tom embarrassed? Oh, how sweet.”

Tommy felt his face get warmer at the teases. “SHUHut up! I aham not!” Fuck Wilbur, he decided. He was a twat and a no-good lousy mean bitch of a brother who didn’t know anything ever. Tommy shut his eyes so he didn’t have to see the pure joy on his face.

Wilbur leaned down close to coo in Tommy’s ear, delighting the how he squeaked and tucked his chin down in response. “You’re not? Well, it sure looks like you are to me, Tommy. Are you sure feeling my fingies wiggling over your tummy aren’t making you flustered? Oh, you’re giggling more now. Does me talking about it make it tickle more? But you’re so happy, look at that smile Tommy! How could I stop when it’s obvious you like this so much.”

Tommy shook his head, bumping his and Wil’s foreheads together.

“No? What are you saying no to? That you don’t like it? Does me talking about it not make it ten times more ticklish for you? If not then you won’t mind me keeping on then, surely. How about here, does here tickle more? Oh! Your laugh got all squeaky there,” Wilbur smiled at Tommy fondly, though he couldn’t see it with his face all scrunched up. “I remember you always had so many tickle spots, but every rib would get a different response out of you. Do you remember which ones got what types of responses? Look, I’m on the top ones now and your laugh is all squeaky, but if I move down a little bit, riiight here, yeah! See look- there it is. Makes you snort just like Tech.”

Tommy twisted and turned on his back while Wilbur dug his fingers in between his ribs. Mean! Mean, and rude, and horrible, and, and, and, well, Tommy couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. He was a little preoccupied. “Naha! Wihilbehy, Ihi don’t!” He protested, knowing damn well that he did. It wasn’t fair though, Wilbur had always loved it when Tommy laughed so hard he snorted, but Tommy hated it. That didn’t stop it from happening of course, but Wilbur didn’t need to bring it up! “Shuhut it you aharse.”

Wilbur gasped dramatically next to Tommy’s ear, making him jump. “Tommy,” He said in a half-whisper. “Did you just swear at me? Well that’s just unacceptable, isn’t it? Who taught you that?”

“Yohou dihid!”

“Me? Well, that can’t be true. I would never. Do you know what little liars get Tommy?”

Tommy peeked at Wilbur through his squinted eyes and giggled in anticipation as Wilbur’s fingers slowed to a stop. What was the man planning? Surely he wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easy. “What?”

Wilbur didn’t say anything, and for a moment all Tommy could do was watch on in horror as he took a deep breath and quickly scooted down far enough to face plant into Tommy’s stomach through his shirt.

Tommy all but screamed before dissolving into a giggle fit. Not only was the fact Wilbur was giving him a raspberry bad enough on its own, but his shirt made the feeling spread throughout his entire body. He flailed, pushing and Wil’s shoulders and head, trying to get him anywhere else, but he didn’t have any force behind the movements. His entire body felt limp under the attack, and in the end, he just held onto Wilbur’s hair while he planted raspberry after raspberry all around his belly.

Wilbur didn’t stop until Tommy’s laugher had grown almost not existent other than gasps for breath, and his grip grew slack in his hair. “Okay, okay. I’m done now,” he promised, rubbing his hands up and down Tommy’s sides soothingly. “No more. I hope you learned your lesson though.”

Tommy shuffled until he could lean up against Wilbur and tucked himself into the olders chest. “Mhm, yeah, whatever. Don’t break your stuff.”

Wilbur let him get comfy, settling them both back. “Did me tickling you really make you that tired? I might have to do it more often then.”

Tommy felt his cheeks, which were only just starting to cool off, heat back up at the words and shoved his face into Wil’s neck. “Shut up.”

“That’s not a no then?”

“I hate you.”

“Be nice Tommy. I said that was all for now but if you keep this up I might have a new lesson to teach you.”

Tommy weighed his options, gluing himself to his brother's side. Okay, so he’d let Wilbur win this one, but he’d bring it back up later than night. For now, he had to nap.

#lee!tommyinnit #ler!wilbur #day 1 #tickling #blue's fic #again im a bit rusty but oof #I'm excited to see what everyone posts though :D #tickle fic #mcytickletober #mcyt

[avintagekiss24]

CALIFORNIA KING || CHUBBY!BUCKY BARNES

pairing: Chubby!Sheriff!Bucky Barnes x black!reader || word count: 6,429 || warnings: smut, sex, vaginal fingering, hand job, bad language words

authors note: here we are! chubs is finally here! we’re set back in Virginia in the 60s in this one, but we’re not acknowledging the bullshit of the time period. i write to get away from real world issues, and i like the clothes in this decade. you will also notice a few characters from a certain show called Lovecraft Country, because, well, I like them a lot too. please enjoy.

line divider by, you guessed it, @firefly-graphics​ (they’re all so pretty)

Virginia, 1964

Your heels click along the pavement as you move towards the small diner in the middle of town. The sun is high and hot, the beams beating down on your bare shoulders as you adjust your yellow rimmed sunglasses over your face. Your white purse swings off the tips of your fingers, your bracelet, a present from Bucky, clinking softly against your watch, (another present from Bucky), as you move with confidence.

Your sister Ruby moves quietly behind you, her eyes out in front, scanning the sidewalk and street as the two of you go, “You shouldn’t come out dressed like that.” She huffs in your direction as she catches the eye of two older white women moving in your direction.

You turn your head towards her and then glance at the women walking past you, their eyes dropping down to your slightly exposed midriff, then your high waisted, navy blue shorts. You push your sunglasses down your nose and maintain eye contact with them as the two women move by.

“I’m not worried about these small town hicks.” You answer loudly, turning around to walk backward so you can keep your eyes on them, “I am free to dress how I please, thank you.”

Ruby shakes her head as she laughs sarcastically, “You never did know how to act.”

“It is 1964. They just need to get the fuck over it - we are here. This is just as much our town as it is theirs.” You spit, tossing your short hair slightly, “Plus, not everybody here is like them.”

Ruby closes her eyes and holds up her hands, completely uninterested in what you’re about to say, “You are playing with fire with that sheriff,” she hisses quietly, “And I don’t want to hear about it.”

You shrug defiantly, “Fine, then don’t. Let’s just get our rootbeer floats and not argue for once, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“Perfect.”

“Wonderful.” You seethe, flicking your wrist towards her, ending the quick squabble. You grab the door handle and pull open the door to the diner, stepping to the side to allow your sister to pass, “After you.”

Ruby cuts her eyes towards you and smirks unenthusiastically before she crosses through the threshold. You roll your eyes and follow in behind her, removing your sunglasses and shoving them in your purse as you follow her to the front counter. The two of you sit side by side, Ruby smoothing her hands over her green, pleated swing dress, you waving down the young waiter.

“Afternoon ladies, it’s a hot one, huh?” he asks nicely, smiling at the two of you as he slides menus in your direction.

“It is, thank you,” you start, glancing over the menu, “I think I’m going to have a burger and fries, with a rootbeer float.”

“Great choice, and you, Ruby?”

She smiles, handing her menu back to him, “An olive loaf sandwich please. Potato chips, and a rootbeer float as well.”

“I’ll have it right up ladies.”

He disappears into the back and you and Ruby fall into your usual rhythm, practically ignoring each other. The front door chimes as a group of women move inside, their giggles filling the relatively quiet diner. You eye them as they move by, catching the glance of one Dottie Bodecker, your arch nemesis since grade school. Her blonde hair swings back and forth behind her head as she smiles at you, wiggling her manicured fingers as her group moves to the end of the long bar, taking up four seats.

“So Dottie,” you hear one of the brunettes start, “Do you think tonight’s the night? You think Sheriff Barnes is going to ask you to go with him to his re-election fundraiser?”

You flick your eyes towards them, drawing in a deep breath at the sound of his name. Dottie turns her head towards you, her blue eyes linking with yours where she smiles quickly before turning back to her friends, “I think so.” She answers cheerfully, another giggle escaping her lips, “We have been getting so close lately. I really think he’s gonna ask me to start going steady.”

You scoff loudly before laughter falls from your lips. Ruby hits your leg underneath the counter as you pull out a cigarette and place it between your lips, lighting it. You feel their eyes on you as you flick the butt of the cigarette, ridding it of the ash that’s built up and take another slow drag. You keep your eyes forward, not wanting to engage because you know if you engage -

“Here we go ladies,” the waiter says, cutting through your thoughts, “A burger and fries, an olive loaf with potato chips, and two rootbeer floats. Enjoy.”

Heat blooms across your skin as anger starts to brim just below the surface. You and Dottie have had the same common goal for almost six months - Sheriff James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. The anger in you makes you start to wonder why the two of you are warring over him in the first place. He’s ten years older than the both of you, has a nasty divorce behind him, and by the sight of his tummy, he’s enjoyed one too many slices of Ambrosia cake. To you and Dottie though, he might as well be Marlon Brando.

It’s the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles. The way his nose scrunches when he smiles really big. It’s the softness in his voice when he says your name. The shyness that controls him whenever he’s come to bring you a flower. It’s the way he’s a dreamer - how he promises you a little house out in the middle of nowhere, complete with a white picket fence and a golden retriever. A couple of kids. A big old bed where he promises to always keep you pleased.

He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen - the softest and the sweetest too.

“Just relax and eat your food.” Ruby whispers, squeezing your knee, “She’s just trying to get your goat.”

You flick the butt of your cigarette again, “Well, she fucking got it.” You sigh, grabbing a french fry and biting it angrily.

Dottie continues to gab to her friends loudly, Bucky and I this, Bucky and I that - deep down you know it’s bullshit. He spends too much time sniffing around you to give her the type of attention she’s trying to convince her friends of, but it still gets under your skin. You eat slowly, your lips pursed, your eyes staring a hole into the wall in front of you, your hearing absolutely piqued.

“Did I tell you he drove me home from work the other day?” Dottie says, running her hand over her ponytail as her lips curl into another smile behind her red painted lips, “He even stayed for dinner.”

“Well, your meatloaf is to die for, Dottie. He would have been crazy not to stay!”

You cut your eyes over towards them again just as Dottie leans into her friends, glancing around to see if anyone is listening (as if she honestly cares), “Did I also mention that he stayed the night?”

You slam your balled fist onto the counter, rattling the plates and cups and silverware that sit on the bar. All four heads of Dottie’s group snap towards you, Ruby’s eyes going wide as her mouth drops open.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Dottie asks sweetly, venom dripping from every word.

You lift your hand and plaster a fake smile on your face, scrunching your nose as you shrug, “I’m quite alright, Dottie. Just um, dropped my fork is all.”

“Oh,” she laughs a little, placing her gloved hand to her chest, “That must be a heavy fork.”

“Not as heavy as my fist will be against your -”

“We’re fine,” Ruby cuts in, a bright smile on her face as she nods towards Dottie, “Thank you for askin’, Dottie.”

Dottie smiles again as she tips her head towards Ruby, “You are very welcome, Miss Ruby.”

“Fake ass bitch.” You growl under your breath, prompting a hard pinch on your thigh,”Ow!”

“Just,” Ruby starts, widening her eyes at you, “Eat. Your. Food.”

You take another angry bite of your french fry and cut your eyes towards the glass door, staring out onto the street as you flick your cigarette again. Sheriff James Buchanan Barnes has no idea what he’s just gotten himself into.

-----

You sway your hips back and forth as your hair falls into your face. The music is loud, thumping even, as Ruby and her band plays up on the stage. An arm is thrown around your waist, pulling your closer as the two of you dance - chest to back, hips tucked into your behind. You laugh as you throw your arm around his neck and dip down low, a wider smile breaking onto your face as he moves with you.

The two of you push back up where you spin around to face him, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up on your thighs as you continue to shake your hips. You throw the material of your expensive, new dress, and then swish it around, before you drop it to raise your hands in the air and spin back around.

That’s when you see them.

Those eyes.

Those deep set, deep blue orbs that always seem to find you when in the middle of a crowd. His lips are set in a hard line, his cheeks red, his jaw tight. He sucks his teeth as he leans his elbow on the bar. He blinks, slowly, cutting his eyes towards the bartender just long enough to grab the shot that’s handed to him before they are back on you, watching you grind against the stranger behind you.

Too damn bad for him.

You grab the man’s hand and pull it tighter around your waist, keeping your smaller hand on top of his as you dip slowly down to the floor again - your eyes never leaving the sheriff’s. You break the eye contact with him to glance over your shoulder as a devilish smile curls onto your painted lips as the two of you dance, your lips dangerously close to his. You push your behind into his hips and laugh when the man hoots and hollers before clapping his hands to the beat of the music.

You flick your eyes back to the sheriff’s just as he downs the brown liquid in the small glass in his hands and slams it on the counter, immediately asking for another. You smirk and wink at him before you turn in the man’s hands that are currently around your waist and away from the hard, angry eyes bearing into you.

“Boo!”

You spin to the side when a finger presses into your side and shriek when you come face to face with your little sister, “Leti!” You shout, wrapping your arms around her neck and swaying her back and forth, “I thought y’all said you wouldn’t be back from Chicago until next week! Tic! Come here!”

You release her to throw your arms around Leti’s boyfriend, Atticus Freeman’s neck, having to stand on your tiptoes to hug him tightly as he chuckles in your ear, “We just decided to cut it short, that’s all.” He answers.

“Yeah, right,” you smile, slapping him gently on his shoulder, “You two got into some trouble up there, didn’t you?”

“Never!” Leti exclaims as she smiles mischievously, holding up her hand, “And that’s scouts honor. Listen,” she says, glancing over her shoulder back towards the bar, “I’ve heard from a few people already. They’re saying that the sheriff is asking about you at the bar.”

“Well,” You wave her off, “You can tell them to tell him to mind his goddamn business.”

“Girl, you’ve got that man seething over there!” Tic laughs, “Askin’ how you know this fool,” he says, pointing towards your dancing partner, “What his name is, when he got into town, how long you been here tonight…”

You shrug defiantly, batting your eyes at the pair of people in front of you, “Not my problem.”

“You’ve got your nerve!” Leti laughs, “Who in their right mind antagonizes the goddamn sheriff?”

“The very same one who dates the goddamn sheriff.” Tic says, shaking his head, “Y’all’s mama gave y’all balls of steel.”

Leti rolls her eyes but smiles widely, grabbing your wrists and pulling you deeper into the mass of people. The three of you dance the hours away as Ruby keeps the small club rocking. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, out of cigarettes, and slightly tipsy when Tic wants to get you and Leti home, so you relent without a fight.

You push out into the night air, the breeze instantly cooling your balmy skin. You giggle as Leti mumbles in your ear and take a few steps into the alley before you stop dead in your tracks. Sheriff Bucky leans against the brick building, his head turned towards the street but snapping back to you when he hears your familiar laughter. He pushes away from the wall and places his hands on his hips and utility belt where he taps his nervous, angry fingers.

He clears his throat and takes a deep breath, pushing it out of his nostrils harshly as he turns his head towards the building again, trying and failing to maintain a calm demeanor, “Tic, I wasn’t um, I wasn’t aware you were back in town. Welcome home, soldier.”

Tic shifts his eyes to you before he nods towards Bucky and takes his extended hand, “Thank you sheriff, that’s uh, that’s mighty kind of you.”

“You’re a brave man, fighting for this country. You let me know if anybody gives you any trouble, you hear? Ms. Lewis, how are you this evening?”

“Mighty fine, sheriff. Thanks for askin’.” Leti answers, offering him a soft smile. She knows what it’s like to be on the ass end of one of your fits.

You stare at him as he nods slowly, clearing his throat again before he shifts his eyes back to you. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head as you blink at him slowly and let out a hard breath. He drops his eyes down your body, then snaps them back up to yours, his lip slightly snarled the entire time.

He points at you quickly, before he drops his hand back to his belt and glances back at the building, “May I speak to you, please?” he asks, clearing his throat again.

“What for?”

He chuckles lightly, widening his eyes as he drops them to your feet, “You know what for.” he snaps, still tapping his fingers against his hips, “Please.”

You glance at Leti and Tic, whose eyes have settled on you after the quick tennis match between you and Bucky. You sigh again, “I’ll meet you guys at home, okay?”

“Are you sure?” Leti whispers, pushing up closer to you, “He looks mad.”

You roll your eyes, “I can handle him. I’ll be fine.”

Leti grabs Tic’s hand and moves past Bucky, “Have a good night, sheriff.”

“You as well, Ms. Lewis.” He glances over his shoulder as Tic and Leti move down the alley, and only turns back to face you once they’ve turned the corner, “You stood me up.” He spits angrily, pointing at you again.

You shrug, indifference written on your face, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean!” he hisses, taking a few steps towards you, “Damn it, I waited forty five minutes for you.”

“You get out of my face.” you scoff, pushing his shoulders roughly.

“So I spend all day worrying about you, only to find you here with some jerk’s hands all over you!”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, “Spent all day worrying about me, did you? That’s rich.”

“Okay,” he barks, nodding quickly as he chews on the inside of his cheek, “What is it? Huh? What did I do now?”

“Like you don’t know.”

“I don’t know! Please! Enlighten me.”

You cross your arms over your chest again, staring down the alley. You feel his eyes staring into the side of your face, waiting for you to speak.

“Answer me, damn it!”

“Why don’t you ask Dottie Bodecker what you did wrong?” you hiss, snapping your head back to face him.

His face contorts in confusion, his shoulders slumping slightly, “Dottie Bodecker? The fuck she have to do with anything?”

“Her meatloaf is to die for, isn’t it?”

He rolls his eyes and throws his hands up dramatically, turning and taking a few steps away from you. He spins back around seconds later, shaking his head, “If you don’t start saying what you mean, girl!”

“You slept with Dottie Bodecker a few nights back and I’m done letting you make a fool a’ me!” you scream as your eyes squint hard.

You brush past him, bumping his shoulder as you start down the alley, walking fast as you huff, the anger bubbling. You hear his heavy feet behind you, his keys jingling as he wraps his fingers around your bicep. You shrug away from him and whirl around, pointing your thin finger in his face, “Don’t you touch me.”

“I did not sleep with Dottie Bodecker!” He hisses, “Where are you getting that load of shit from?”

“From Dottie herself. She told the entire diner this afternoon!”

“Well she’s full of it!” He shouts back, “I didn’t touch that woman!”

“But you drove her home from work?” You ask, antagonizing him, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms over your chest.

He scoffs, placing his hands on his hips again, “Yes. I drove her home. She flagged me down -” You start walking again, completely uninterested in hearing his sorry ass story, “Goddamn it. Listen to me!” He shouts, grabbing your arm again, “I did not touch that woman. I have never touched her. I promise you.”

“And why should I believe you? Huh?” You ask, breathing hard, your eyes wide and bouncing between his, “Tell me!”

“Because I love you!” He shouts loudly - so loudly that it makes you slam your mouth shut, “Goddamn it!”

You watch as he starts to pace, dragging his hand through his short, dark hair angrily before he drops it to his side. Because I love you! The words bounce around your brain as he places his hands back on his hips.

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

That’s the first time he’s said it.

He loves you.

“You know what?” he says after a moment, turning back to face you again, “You want to continue to play games with Dottie, you go right ahead, but you leave me out of it. I have been nothing but good to you, nothing but open, nothing but doting… I’m done, you hear me? Done. Keep playin’ your little goddamn games!”

You click your tongue and roll your eyes again as he walks off, tugging at the leather jacket covering his torso. He can barely zip the damn thing. You sigh and tilt your head as he turns around the front of the building as embarrassment starts to flood through you. Your skin heats up again, but this time from the feeling of turning out to be the asshole, which doesn't happen very often (it probably should.)

The sound of your heels clicking against the concrete bounces off the buildings as you move to the end of the alley, peaking around the corner to find his police car still sitting at the curb. You spot his head resting back on the seat and put your hands behind your back as you walk slowly towards the passenger side. You lean over and glance in the window, finding his eyes closed and his hands on the wheel as he breathes in and out, in and out, in and out.

You glance up and down the street before you knock on the window, “Can I get in?”

“No.”

You click your tongue and let your shoulders slump, “Come on, sheriff.”

You watch as he exhales hard and you have to drop your head so that he can’t see the smile that forms on your lips. He reaches over and pops open the door before he straightens up in the seat, keeping his eyes forward as you slide in next to him. You chew on your lip as you blink over at him, your eyes trailing down his bicep and forearm before you start playing with your fingers.

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly, your voice small and slightly playful.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He answers quick, holding up his hand.

You laugh a little but cover your mouth quickly with your thin fingers as he cuts his eyes towards you. He huffs again and you start to whine, closing your eyes and tilting your head towards the roof, “Sheriff, look at me.”

“No.”

“Come on,” You laugh, “I said I was sorry.”

“And that’s just supposed to make this all better? Right? Just because you said you’re sorry?” he asks softly, turning to face you.

You shrug, dropping your eyes to your fingers again, “Yeah?”

He laughs earnestly at your sheer audacity. You smile, biting down into your bottom lip as you send your eyes toward him, your smile softening at the sight of him. The crinkles are back. His nose is scrunched, his eyes turned into slits as he laughs. You glance down between the two of you and see a bouquet of flowers on the floorboard.

His laughter dies down and he shakes his head as he lets out a sigh, “You are such a stubborn ass.”

“But that’s why you like me, right?”

He looks over at you, his eyes moving around your face, “Maybe.” He answers softly.

You grab his hand and place it in your lap, your thumb rubbing gently over his knuckles. You blink at each other, all of the anger and agitation bleeding out of you both like it wasn’t even there to begin with. He squeezes your hand and rubs the tips of your fingers with his thumb before he leans over to kiss you softly.

You moan, your eyes closing instinctively as his pillow soft lips hit yours for the first time that day. Relief and calm washes through you as he massages your lips with his and loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You're soon pressed up against his wide chest and body, your hands sliding over his shoulders and to his back. You hug him tightly to you as the intensity builds quickly, his stomach pushing over his belt and pressing into yours. You hum as his thick fingers skip up your thigh, palming your flesh softly.

His lips fall to your neck, his head nudging yours upward to gain full access to your sensitive skin. He sucks lightly, making you tense and moan as a jolt of sensation shoots straight to your sex. You grip his shoulder softly as that wandering hand moves further up your thigh - right into your dress, where his fingertips brush against your warm, tingly sex.

“Sheriff,” You breathe, spreading your legs and pushing your hips forward as you rub his shoulder.

“Yes ma’am?” He answers, his voice low and heady.

“Take me home and take advantage of me, please.”

His chuckle vibrates through your flesh. He nips at your neck, his teeth dragging along your skin, “As much as I’d love to darlin’, I’m on duty.” You groan in dissatisfaction, making him laugh again, “You shouldn’t have blown me off earlier, I could have taken care of you then.”

He pushes your panties to the side and brushes his fingers over your soft skin, where you shiver instantly. He pulls back so that he can watch your face as he pushes between your folds, stroking your slit gently, teasing you with just the tips of his fingers. You hiss and squeeze your legs together, jutting your hips forward to try and coax him inside.

He doesn’t take the bait.

But he wants to.

He glances over his shoulder behind the car and then out in front, finding the streets bare. He can hear the muffled sounds of Ruby’s band still going strong inside the small club. There’s been no calls over the radio in over an hour. He’s got time. He kisses your mouth quickly and pulls his hand from out of your dress to turn the key, bringing the loud engine to life, filling the silent night air with noise.

You push up onto your knees as he pulls away from the curb and throw your arms around his neck, your tongue sneaking out to lick just under his ear. You smile when you feel him shiver from the contact. You plant kisses on the side of his face and along his jaw before you blow softly into his ear, making him jump in his seat. You grab his earlobe with your teeth and pull softly as you drag your hand down his chest and over his soft stomach where you start to fumble with his belt.

The car speeds up suddenly as he jams his foot on the accelerator when your hand slithers into his pants. You laugh when expletives fall from his lips, the car swerving as he struggles to keep his eyes open and on the road in front of you. Pumping him slowly, you grab your bottom lip between your teeth again and rest your forehead against his temple. You breathe heavily into his ear, humming and moaning as you stroke him quickly, your thumb brushing over his sensitive tip.

Bucky weaves you through the empty town and finally pulls up behind the police station, blending in with the small fleet of exactly two other police cars. He loops his arm around your waist again, pulling you closer - sitting you down on the seat. He grabs your calves and throws them over his thighs and rucks your dress up around your waist. He slips his fingers underneath the band of your panties and pulls roughly, slipping them right down your legs and over your heels to throw them into the backseat.

You squeak when his thick digits push into you, his thumb flattening against your clit. He starts to pump, slow and deep, his blue eyes scanning your face as he drags in air through his open mouth. You roll your hips into his hand as he strokes your walls and teases your clit, you hooking your arm around his neck. You sit up straighter and push your chest into his side, keeping one leg thrown over his thigh, and placing the other on the floorboard - leaving you spread open.

He kisses you quickly, moaning and then hissing as your hand continues to push along his shaft. He brushes his nose against yours, his warm breath washing over your face as you nuzzle right back into him, your mouth falling open as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“God, sheriff,” You rasp, your hand halting as he strokes your insides.

“What was that, darlin’?” He whispers, his words full but languid, “What’s my name, sweetheart?”

You tense, pushing your body up the back of the seat as you squeak again, his fingers pushing deeper and harder. You buck your hips into his hand, throwing your head back, your hair tickling the exposed skin of your back, “Oh, sheriff.” you pant.

“That’s right, you sweet little thing,” He coos, “You fuck my fingers, sweetheart.”

You hum before licking your lips slowly, “I want more than your fingers, sheriff,” you say, your words rushed and hot. You lean forward and kiss him hard, placing your hands on either side of his full face, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks.

You pull away after only a few seconds, dragging in ragged breaths, your chest heaving hard. Reaching behind your back, you pull on the zipper of your dress, the material falling away from your body - leaving you naked.

Bucky inhales sharply.

You lay back on the seat, wrapping your legs around his waist as he twists and leans over you. He reaches out and places his hand in the center of your chest, right between your breasts and just leaves it there for a second as he blinks. You arch your back, rolling your shoulders and head when he sweeps his fingers down your sternum, stopping at your belly button. You grab his hand and bring it to your right breast, cupping your supple flesh as you force your back away from the seat again and suck the tip of his index finger into your mouth.

He pulls his hand away reluctantly - but keeps his eyes on you as he shrugs out of his leather jacket. He blinks slowly, pulling his eyes down your smooth, brown skin as his fingers work out the knot of his tie. He loosens it quickly and pulls off the thin clip before he yanks the tie over his head and discards it to the floor. He flattens his palm on the inside of your thigh and pushes it down to your sex, massaging you again as his free hand pops the buttons of his shirt.

Your mouth drops open as you purr at the sensations rippling through you as he touches you, his fingers soft and slow, “Bucky,” you keen.

He hears the desperation - the ache - the trembling need in your voice. He wants to satisfy it. All of it. All of you. He pushes his pants low on his hips, down to his knees before he adjusts his position between your legs, leaning over you further. You grip his sides as his stomach rests against yours, his cock pushing at your entrance.

His eyes wander again, away from your face and down your virtuous body, knowing he and he alone has been the only man to boast its yield, “You’re beautiful.” The words slip off his tongue like silk. He means it.

“You’re beautiful.” You return quickly, running your hands down his soft, wide chest.

You know he doesn’t believe it when you say it. Out loud, in this vulnerable position. All of him on display. Every little roll and crevasse for you to see - he isn’t Tic. He isn’t six foot something, with cannons for arms and a washboard stomach. He’s just a man, a simple man, in love with a beautiful, bold, mischievous woman.

You dig your fingers into his flesh as he enters you, spreading you. You thrust your chest towards his as you slam your eyes closed, gasping at the fullness - the completeness - you feel. Your body starts to lunge upward, your breasts pushing with the movement. His weight leaves you as he sits back on his knees, his hips still prodding as he draws your leg up onto his chest and shoulder, dropping kisses on your ankle.

There’s fingers around your throat, squeezing gently before they venture up your chin and into your mouth. You accept them willingly as he flattens his free hand to your chest again. You stretch your arm forward, slinking your thin digits up his arm to his bicep as his hips push, push, push into yours. Soft. Deliberate. Slow. Ravishing you in the only way you know - the only way you want.  

The pressure builds in your stomach, steady and purposed. He knows it - he knows you. So, he grabs your hips, pulls them closer, your legs falling over his thighs, your feet sliding along the old leather seat as he fucks you. He leans over you again, knowing you like his weight on you. He digs his hips into yours - his cock plunging into your soft, accepting cunt as he watches you. Mouth hanging. Lips red. Breath heavy.

It’s a rhythm. An intricate dance the two of you have perfected over time. Pushing and pulling. Giving and taking. The windows are foggy with the heat your bodies have created - your skin damp; balmy. Little droplets of sweat beading between your breasts. His tongue is quick to rid you of them, the droplets, pushing out from behind his lips to lap at your skin. He’d do anything to please you.

Fingers tweak your thick nipples. Rough palms grip your hips. Deep groans, low hisses fill your ears. Soft words, pretty designations falling from his lips. Affirmations of love.

“I love you,” you pant, your words shuddering with each breath, “Bucky, I-”

“I know it, doll. I know it.”

You choke suddenly as the fire spreads without warning. Your orgasm rushes through you, burning a familiar path through your wilderness. Bucky fucks harder as you come - the sound of his skin slapping against yours growing louder, his grip on your hips harder.

He loves to hear you. Crying, screeching, mewling, howling as his body peels you apart, layer by layer. He loves to watch you - shuddering and trembling, hips jerking, toes curling. It’s all he needs, all he wants. He wraps his fingers loosely around your throat again and lets himself go, strained grunts accompanying your ungodly sounds as he starts to spurt over and over.

You flatten your feet against the seat and push your hips upward - still gasping, still jerking uncontrolled as the synapses continue to fire. The additional warmth he provides as he spills into you electrifies you. No other man will know the depths of you, will fill you with his seed. You’re ruined - and you like it that way.

He collapses on top of you when he can’t hold himself up any longer. Soft skin against soft skin. You instantly corral him in your arms, pushing your dainty fingers into his soft, brown hair as he nuzzles into your neck. Breath still hard and hot. You're sticky and he’s sticky, a satisfied haze drifting into your eyes and brain, lulling you.

He pulls you up with him seconds later, his eyes darting around the empty, quiet parking lot, glancing out the back before he scans through the windshield. He pulls his pants back up over his hips and reaches into the backseat to grab the blanket he keeps stowed away, wrapping it around you. He pulls you close, slinking that long arm around your shoulder and pushing his nose against yours as a lazy smile covers his face.

You hum happily as you rest your hand on his stomach, rubbing his full tummy softly with your finger tips, “Tell me about that big ol’ bed again,” you whisper, nuzzling into his face and nose with yours.

“Mmm,” he hums, smiling softly, “It’s called a California King. They make ‘em for all those stars out there in Hollywood.” You giggle, and his smile broadens, “I’m gonna get you one of those beds, I promise you.”

“I believe you.”

“You do?”

“I do. Although,”

“Although, what?”

“I don’t want you drivin’ Dottie anywhere anymore.”

He chuckles. The tips of his fingers brush over your naked shoulder and then dance down your arm, “She just wants what she can’t have. She’s jealous a’ you.”

“I know it.”

“Then don’t pay her no mind, girl. I mean it.” A silence drops over the two of you for a few minutes before he says, “I won’t drive her anywhere without tellin’ you. Okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I’m sorry.”

You smile as you rest your head against his, letting your eyes close as sleep starts to pull you in. You feel him grab your fingers, pulling them away from his body as he starts to fumble around, slipping his arms back into his uniform. Once he’s dressed, you fall back into him. He wraps his arm around your neck. You place your hand back on his soft, round stomach. He rolls down the window, allowing the warm breeze to caress your skin. Nights like this are the best. You don’t know how you could be so stupid. You know he loves you.

You’ve always known.

“I’ma get you that little house over there on Pleasant drive, you know it?” he asks, daydreaming again, “We’ll get married -” You scoff, “What?”

“Married?” You ask skeptically, rolling your head on his shoulder as you keep your eyes closed.

“Yes. Married.”

“How are you going to be the law in this town if you’re steady breaking it?”

He chuckles, “You don’t listen to the news?”

“No,” You say softly, squeezing him tighter as you let out a breath, “Too depressin’.”

“Well,” He starts, dropping kisses to the top of your head, “Richard and Mildred Loving are fighting hard for people like you and me.” You open your eyes and blink slowly, watching as the wind plays the branches of the trees across the street as he continues, “They’ll overturn those bullshit laws - just you watch. I’ll marry you the very next day, right here in the middle of town.”

“You think?”

“I think, what?”

“They’ll overturn ‘em?”

“They have to. The world’s too big for that small minded, backwoods bullshit now.”

“And then you’ll buy me that house over there on Pleasant Drive?”

“Mmhmm.”

“And then get me one of those big old beds, what you call it?”

“A California King.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Sure will.”

“And then?”

He takes a breath before he sweeps his nose along yours again, brushing the tips together, “And then we’ll be together until we grow old and grey. I’ll probably be four hundred pounds by then, but.”

He chuckles as you pinch him, making him squirm from the sharp pain, “Stop it.” You warn.

“Look at me now! I’m well on my way.”

“I like you just how you are.” You say simply.

“I suppose you do.”

“I do.”

You barely have to push in to grab his lips as the two of you are already so close. You moan softly when they meet. That arm around your neck tightens, keeping you close - oh so close. You don’t tell him right away, but you like those daydreams of his. The house on Pleasant Drive, the big old bed, the wedding in the middle of town. You dream about them every night and wake up with them every morning. You don’t ever tell him though, because you’re the practical one. He’s the dreamer - and you like it that way.

You still don’t even tell him on the day he makes them all come true. How much you like those dreams of his.

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Dead Branches and New Leaves

♡ Summary: Levi’s relationship with his son Eren reaches a new low, and Y/N is there to confront Levi in an effort to rebuild. Very much inspired by this picture and in response to this request.

Part Two TBA

♡ Notable Tags: AU, Married, Parenting, Levi x Fem!Reader, Broken family, daddy issues, argument, angst and over 3k words holy shit!

❥ Disclaimer: Levi and his actions in this are not intended to be perceived as anything other than him being emotionally unavailable. He lost his temper and it is acknowledged numerous times that he is remorseful. I would like to emphasize that he is not emotionally or verbally abusive but this content may be upsetting to some readers. Please use your own discretion if you are sensitive to the topics.

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Levi’s head instinctively whipped around to face the house’s front entrance when the screen gritted against the doorframe’s track. If he was not mistaken, his son would come bounding into the house from the front yard to ask for yet another snack. And Levi would once again shave down a carrot and before handing it over so it could be crunched down in seconds. How the kid had the energy to take off and put on his rain boots so many times in such quick succession, Levi didn’t know. But Eren did thankfully understand that if not for that talent, his dad would rip him a new one for tracking mud onto the freshly mopped tile.

As if summoned by thought alone, the percussive pattern of little feet hitting the floors echoed, and the urgency in it suggested that he was running. Levi pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, trying to cling onto what felt like the last second of peace he might have since Eren was running.

“Dad! Dad!” the toddler addressed him shrilly.

“What is it, runt?” Levi sighed and rotated in his spot in front of the stove to face his son.

“I was playing outside, and- and there was a big boom in the sky! And- And I wasn’t scared at all,” he added matter-of-factly. “But there was a little kitty outside, and I think him was scared.”

Levi stared down at the boy, bemused by how he managed to squirm and point every which way during a ten-second-long story. He then shifted his gaze back in the direction of the screen door, praying that Eren had possessed enough sense to close it behind him on the way in as the heavy rain had been accompanied by wind all morning. Levi had bargained with Y/N to support his stance of keeping Eren indoors but, in exercise of her wonderful parenting strategy, she insisted it would be better for him to play outside and get used to the daunting nature of thunderstorms.

Well, it’s working, Levi noted as he circled around the “big boom” Eren pointedly mentioned he wasn’t scared of. Still, his concerns were loyal to the furry little pest that seemed to be taking shelter in his front yard. “It’s ‘he was scared’,” Levi corrected. “And that’s too bad. Maybe he’ll run off somewhere safe on his own.”

Eren deflated, his shoulders and his volume falling while the size of his eyes grew. “But what if he can’t, Dad? What if the rain gets him sick?”

“Then the rain gets him sick,” Levi shrugged. “Not everything is meant to survive in this kind of weather, Eren. Besides, he might already be sick if he’s out there hanging around our house.”

An indiscernible emotion flashed across Eren’s face and disappeared just as quickly Levi picked up on it. But before he could engage, Eren was sprinting away and to the front yard again.

“Whatever,” he mumbled to the likes of himself. One thing he’d learned since become a father was that the less he knew, the better. If Eren did do something drastic like fall into a puddle of mud or befriend a sickly cat, he would scale the mountain of mishap once he approached it. For now, he had his focus on finishing dinner just as he promised his wife he would, and that was all he had the mental energy to do.

Perhaps one too many moments passed where Levi worked on simmering his kimchi nabe in the quiet, the slightly gentler rain being the only noise in the background. As he replaced the lid to the pot, he seemed to simultaneously sink back into reality. The thunder had finally ebbed. Y/N was still working on hemming some of Eren’s new clothes…

And Eren. The damn toddler that was notorious for popping up for snacks and attention hadn’t reappeared once in the past twenty minutes. The thought made Levi’s mouth dry and his throat swell faster than they would if he’d have swallowed a handful of cotton rounds. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered. A clenched fist still equipped with a ladle, Levi set a brisk stride toward the front yard where, if his nonexistent god had any mercy, Eren would still be playing in the rain.

During the walk, the rain, the shuffle of his house slippers against the tile, and every other noise slowly faded. All he had in his ears was the vivid imaginary scream of his wife as she found out her son went missing under his watch. And the image of Eren with teary eyes burdened by fear was not any kinder to his growing panic.

“Shit–” he spat.

“Momma said that’s a curse.”

Levi looked down at the origin of the voice, the relief he felt in seeing Eren standing in front of him in perfectly healthy condition lasting but a second. It was instantly replaced by rage. As the panic drained from his body, every inch of him became ignited by disgust, disappointment, grief and a slew of other emotions he was too angry to even process. The blankness in his mind caused by the adrenaline rush was being filled in by the stench of the sopping wet stray cat being held out in front of him. “Eren…” he seethed in a low voice. “What the hell is that?”

Eren chewed his lower lip in hesitation. Levi almost wrenched when the boy had the gall to hoist the rancid being up higher, as if his father wanted to inspect it. “It’s the kitty! See?” he answered in earnest. “It’s the kitty I told you about! I told him to go find a new house so he doesn’t get sick, but he didn’t want to! And his tummy is bleeding, too!”

A soaking wet, bloody, feral cat. Levi didn’t know if he should give in to the hysterical, exasperated laughter bubbling in the depths of his stomach or if falling to his knees and sobbing would free him from the chaos he felt. Helpless to his anger toward his own child, all he could do was touch his hand to his face in a feeble display of his emotion. The outwardly endless consequences to Eren bringing a bleeding cat inside the house started to appear in his mind one by one, each adding to the pressure he felt building underneath his temples.

“Daddy?” Eren squeaked.

Levi was so distracted by his inner turmoil that he hadn’t even realized the minutes of silence that passed between them. “Go put it outside and wash your hands. Now.”

By the particular tone of voice his father used, Eren knew better than than to disobey him—even a single casual command from Levi would normally be enough to move him. But after trading glances between his dad and the injured cat, Eren shook his head.

Levi was in disbelief. He could feel his heart racing with every ounce of searing blood it sent through his veins. His hand trembled as it gradually fell from his face to reveal a nearly crazed expression, his eyes opened as wide as they could go but his brows furrowed impossibly low over them. “Did you just shake your head at me, boy?”

“Uh, well, the- the kitty is scared and has blood on him,” Eren gulped. “H-He can’t stay outsi–”

“Put it outside. And the next time I have to repeat myself, I’ll put you and the damn cat out.”

A small gasp escaped Eren’s quivering lips, but he swallowed it quickly before tucking the cat underneath his arm and escaping out the front door in a flash. Levi sucked in a shuddered breath, only now noticing the thick, brown splatters of mud and the droplets of red that created a trail to the yard and soiled his previously spotless tile.

“What happened? Where’s Eren?” Y/N’s soft voice questioned as she paced into the kitchen. “I heard you raise your voice. What’s going on?”

The worry in his wife’s shaky words gave way to her equal distress if not for the hand gently laid over her heart. It was enough to draw the ire from Levi’s body. Like the bright red leaving the eye of a cooling stove, anger steadily seeped from parts of him he wasn’t even aware were tensed. His set jaw unclenched, he lowered his shoulders and his fingers loosened from their intense hold on the ladle.

“Eren,” Levi replied to his wife in a breath at long last.

“Eren what?” she urged, her pupils growing.

“Eren’s fine. He just brought a fucking dying cat into our house.”

Confusion distorted Y/N’s features while her eyes moved frantically across Levi’s face in search for some sort of unspoken answer. When she didn’t receive it, she whirled around with a small huff then grabbed a fistful of her skirts and hurried to the front yard.

By her reaction itself, Levi knew he was finished. Y/N’s kindness knew no bounds in even the most stressful situation. In circumstances where his own instinct would be to react first, his wife was guided by the purest ethics; she would comfort, ask questions then gather herself enough to find a solution. But her consideration skipped him this time, and it was because she was livid with him. Levi could tell that much.

Bending at the knee to retrieve the cleaning supplies from the cabinets, he expelled a wearied sigh. He figured there was no better way to postpone is annoyance with the situation than by losing himself in the pleasures of cleaning on his hands and knees. He forced himself to focus on the acrid scent of chemicals burning his nostrils instead of the gut-wrenching sobs he could hear once his wife opened the front door. He tried to remember which solution was best to polish the ivory colored tile, but god damn it, he couldn’t think when he saw Eren’s little body, defeated and dripping wet, shuffling down the hall. His knuckles blanched as he all but strangled the cloth, putting all his upper body strength into scrubbing away what little remained of the muddy footprints.

Y/N watched Levi in silence for a brief period, absorbing how pathetic he looked down on the floor, frantically erasing the nonexistent spots while his son cried himself to sleep in the other room. She didn’t know what possessed her, but her nails were starting to dig into her palms in effect of how hard she was trying to contain it. If not for the pitiful picture of her baby boy standing outside, wailing over the corpse of a cat, she might have been frightened; she had never felt this way about Levi. But today was different—for everyone.

Levi released his rag and sat back on his heels when the shadow of his wife fell over him. At the same time, a coldness that he was far from feeling fell over his eyes. He could only hope it would protect him even a little bit.

“What the hell did you do?” Y/N demanded of him through her teeth, her voice faulted by an emotional tremolo.

He rose to face her and swiped his palms over his apron. “I did what any parent would do if their kid brought in a dying cat from outside. I told him to put the vermin back where he found it and wash his hands.”

“You cursed at him,” she sneered. “And you threatened to put him out of the house if he didn’t listen to you. It’s raining!”

He tried to keep his voice leveled though his need to emphasize his point superseded the attempt. “Well, if he listened to me the first time, I wouldn’t have cursed. And he’s a smart kid– He knows I wasn’t going to put him out.”

Already jaded by the argument, Levi mentally readied himself for Y/N’s rebuttal. But it didn’t come. Instead, her open hand flashed across his line of peripheral vision, and if it weren’t for his unique reflexes, it would have left a bright red print on his left cheek. Overwhelmed by the sequence of events, Levi’s defenses fell. By putting his energy in holding his wife’s wrist tightly, just mere inches away from his face, he’d lost his composure. His mouth went dry as it fell slightly agape and his eyebrows were pressed upwards together in sheer astonishment.

“Y/N–”

“You bastard!” she cried, her tears leaking through her voice as well as onto her face. “Do you have any idea how scared and alone he felt, watching that cat die in the rain?! And to make things worse, you were punishing him for your selfish ass obsession with keeping the house clean!”

Levi’s eyes darted past his distraught wife and landed on Eren’s bedroom door, paranoid that his mother’s shrieks might wake him. “It wasn’t like that.”

Y/N shook her wrist in his hold defiantly. “Then explain it to me! Explain to me what the hell you wanted to do! What, were you scared of telling him he couldn’t keep it?”

“No, I wasn’t!” he growled back. “The first thing I told him to do was let the damn thing go. It was a dying cat, Y/N! That thing could have given him or any one of us all kinds of diseases with its filthy fur in seconds! What if it had bit him or scratched him?”

Y/N met her husband’s eyes squarely and stared into them for an unwavering minute. His volume had fallen off marginally by the end of his question. Her eyes narrowed as his softened. She caught him. Letting out a mirthless laugh, she finally ripped her wrist from his grip. “You didn’t even check if it did, so why are you bringing that up as if you actually care?” she whispered.

Shit. “He would have told me it did,” he answered then swallowed, not quite convinced of his answer himself.

“Don’t you get it? He doesn’t want to tell you anything, Levi. And he wouldn’t ever if he had the choice.” He braced himself as he noticed her hands balled at either side of her waist. “You’re so goddamn bent on policing him that you forget to parent him, and you’re nothing but an authoritarian that feeds him. Our son has the biggest heart, and by the way you treat him, he would never know that he got any of it from you because you act just like your father figure, not his.”

Levi prided himself on his steel-like aplomb. But if anyone could melt steel, it was Y/N and any selection of words that came from her heart. Often times, they were sweet—almost cloying as he felt he never deserved her praise. This time, they were filled with venom and provided a sensation no different than someone plunging a blade between his lungs. In fact, each of his breaths in following were shaky at best.

Y/N knew that Levi hated being likened to the weasel of a man that raised him almost as much as he hated the man himself. Still, she pressed on, resolved to defend Eren and put an end to the struggles he had with his dad. “You’re silent,” she pointed out. “Because you know it’s true. I’ve tried so many times to get you to understand, to be more gentle with Eren, and you just aren’t. Today would have been the perfect opportunity for you to bond with him. But you didn’t. You couldn’t even treat him like he was worth something. You didn’t reason with him. You didn’t listen, you didn’t explain the why’s or even make sure he wasn’t being hurt by what was happening. You just cursed at a child– My child for having empathy. And you let him sit out in the rain, grieving and crying alone.”

Nausea washed over Levi as the color drained from his face. He felt as though someone had tied an anchor to his lungs and allowed them to dangle precariously in his chest. Tears sprung to his eyes when he realized that the way Y/N described the evening’s events were simply how it happened for Eren. While Levi had been driven by his compulsion toward cleanliness, Eren was acting on his innocence. The child wasn’t hardened by and consequently numb to death like his father was. Eren only saw an injured animal, retrieved it then looked to his dad for help. And Levi had sent him away, practically abandoning him. Even if it was just for the moment that he’d lost his temper, the impact on Eren was irrevocable.

He started to fix his lips to apologize, but he knew the words would be insultingly inadequate given the circumstance. “What do you want me to do, Y/N?” he asked thickly.

By the time his words were out, it seemed an eternity had passed and Y/N already had most of her back to him. What he could see of her face was a perfect and painfully personal illustration of disillusionment. “I want you to stay here, with Eren.”

“What?” Levi felt his own voice sounded like a distant echo in the room.

“I can’t stand to look at you, to be perfectly honest. And you hurt Eren more than you’ll ever know. You need to fix this—all of it while he’s young or you’ll never have the relationship with him that I always wanted for the both of you.”

Y/N turned to walk away again, but in this instance, it felt more final. It was why Levi threw his hand out toward her as if it had any power to halt her from such a distance. “Now you stop right there,” he ground out, masking his misery with a roughness. “You can’t just leave after the shit you’ve said. So where the hell do you think you’re going?”

She paused, providing truth in her earlier statement by keeping her eyes trained on one of the pristinely cleaned tiles. “I’m going to say goodbye to Eren then going to my mom’s house. And if he’s not attached to you by the time I get back, then you can set up a new living arrangement with her.”

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[rogues-r-we]

MY TOP THREE MOMENTS FROM EVERY CENTAURWORLD EPISODE

S1E1: Hello, Rainbow Road

1. all of rider's lullaby bcuz i love jessie mueller's voice

2. wammawink's introduction (not the title song, but when she first appears on screen)

3. the way horse says "if only i had it" in hello rainbow road

S1E2: Fragile Things

1. all of fragile things, i love the counterpoint of the two melodies

2. "hints of *sniff sniff* fig and *sniff sniff* yep. murder."

3. the harmonies on taurnado as well as the art for it

S1E3: The Key

1. Glendale snipping a little bit of Waterbaby's red (maroon? purple?) carpet

2. "and sometimes my facial features get kinda meltyyyyy"

3. frustration tears! its a whole vibe

S1E4: What You Need

1. Wammawink's tiny meme face

2. the tree shamans being snarky bitches

3. glendale stealing a tree child

S1E5: It's Hiding Time

1. Glendale with a boot on her head

2. wammawink fighting the beartaur while simultaneously being asleep

3. MORE LEA SALONGA AS THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN

S1E6: Holes: Part 2

1. our introduction to comfortable doug

2. "i traded. with gary." "what did you trade.....wait. did you trade me? AGAIN?"

3. judge jacket's song bcuz i love santigold's voice (i must listen to more of her)

S1E7: Johnny Teatime's Be Best Competition: A Quest For the Sash

1. the fact that this entire flonking episode is a parody of Cats (bcuz it is literally that) (i could assign each actual cat from cats a cattaur)

2. all of i don't know him bcuz its a BOP and splendib is wonderful (yes if he was in cats he'd be rum tum tugger)

3. "do you always talk at the same time?" "yes." "yes." "we do."

S1E8: Ride the Whaletaur Shaman!

1. Wammawink being into eggpregg

2. Horse being a realistic example of the suicidal thought process

3. Wammawink's fragile things reprise

S1E9: The Rift Part 1

1. the whaletaur shaman going down the steps

2. THE STORY OF COMFORTABLE DOUG

3. wammawink dealing with attachment issues bcuz same

S1E10: The Rift Part 2

1. rider and horse together!!!! it's jenna and dawn!!!!!

2. LEA SALONGA. SINGS A SONG. I LOVE LEA SALONGA. SO MUCH.

3. brian stokes mitchell my beloved, also nowhere king you absolute bitch (i don't hate him but i dont love him either)

S2E1: Horsatia Wighair Beansz?

1. "can we make s'mores?" "not that kind of fire"

2. "mmmmm boulder shoulders"

3. the look of the horsetaurs

S2E2: All Herd All the Terd

1. the fact that it's a parody of 2014-2016 tumblr fandom culture (which i can talk about, i was there, just on a different account)

2. "i am the nowhere king babababumbumbumbabababum and i have come to do jerky things babababumbumbumbabababum"

3. zulius and his stage manager persona

S2E3: My Tummy, Your Hurts

1. the puffintaurs talking like 1940s gangsters

2. durpledrop! it's fun!

3. all of glendale's talk and song

S2E4: Holes: Part 3

1. becky apples song!!!!!!!!!!

2. more underground centaur types!

3. holes swag. that's all.

S2E5: Bunch 'O Scrunch

1. gurple durpleton being voiced by eda from the owl house

2. whyyyy does wammawink have a helicopter

3. gebbrey my beloved

S2E6: The Ballad of Becky Apples

1. waterbaby's minotaur looking more like a stuffed animal

2. becky apples killing far too many minotaurs

3. rider being rider

S2E7: The Hootenanny

1. guskin the gophertaur, look at him gooo

2. i feel so bad for the mysterious woman

3. when they all come together being wonderful :3

S2E8: The Last Lullaby

1. all

2. of

3. it

#centaurworld