"Were You An Ugly Baby?"

"Were you an ugly baby?"

Tooru's face screws up in horror where his head is resting in your lap, and a pained squawk is punched out of him in the wake of your question.

"What? No!" He pulls himself upright in your bed, slipping from your grasp and twisting around to face you. "Why would you ever think that?"

It's funny seeing him--a grown man, 186cm tall, 83kg of corded muscle and olympically trained physique--so upset over such a silly question. It only makes you want to rile him up more.

You shrug. "I don't know, you just kind of give off 'ugly baby' vibes."

Tooru's jaw hangs, his eyes wide.

"I was a beautiful baby, I'll have you know." He pokes your shoulder indignantly with a prominent pout tugging his bottom lip forward. "Ask anyone!"

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"I could always call Iwa, I'm sure he's got some baby photos he could send me," you say, nodding a little to yourself, watching carefully to see his reaction to your suggestion.

Tooru moans. "He'll send you the worst ones! That's not fair."

Your boyfriend throws himself back down across your lap petulantly, landing heavy across your outstretched legs.

"You're so mean to me," he gripes, burying his face against your tummy. You resume running your fingers through the impossibly soft strands of his hair, unable to keep yourself from giggling a little.

Tooru nuzzles against the material of your t-shirt, still sulking even as his arms wind around your waist to hold you close.

"Why would you even ask me such a terrible, cruel question?" he mutters grumpily.

You sigh a little, watching the way the ends of his hair curl around your knuckles as they slip through your gentle touch. "I was just thinking how unfair it would be if you've been this pretty your whole life."

Tooru goes quiet, his shoulders easing slack. He noses against your tummy and hums, but this time the sound is pleased. His arms tighten around you, and you feel so comfortable under his weight, his familiar touch, the way his breath seeps into the material of your t-shirt and warms through to your skin.

He presses a kiss against you as your nails rake gently against his scalp, a palpable shiver running down his spine.

He breathes out a long, appreciative sigh. "Well, you could have just said that."

"Where's the fun in that?" you ask him cheekily, and he harrumphs in response.

He peels himself away from you, returning to his original position with his head resting atop your thighs, staring up towards you with a dozy, heavy-lidded gaze. He reaches to cup your cheek in his hand, his fingertips soft against your skin.

A beat of silence passes between you, but it's comfortable.

"You know," he says, though his voice is quieter now, a little deeper too, "I could give you one."

You blink, taken aback by his words.

His touch trails down to your mouth, tracing his thumb against your bottom lip. He pushes gently against it, until your lips have no choice but to part--not that you have the presence of mind to resist it with the sudden rush to your head his offer has caused.

He smiles, his warm eyes watching the way your lips wrap around his finger instinctively before flickering back up to meet your own.

"I may have been a cute baby, but ours will be even cuter."

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poly!steddie where you and steve make a mold of his cock in one of those ‘clone-a-willy’ things and gift it to eddie for his birthday. of course the night is spent with eddie having to sit on it while you bounce on his cock, steve messily kissing both of your necks as he fists himself to the lewd sounds the two of you are making.

and later, you get to fuck eddie’s throat with the dildo while steve pounds him all nice and hard from behind <33

Cant let them find my tumblr account.

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stuckage, slight dubcon, praise kink, degradation, light spanking, thigh fucking, spitting (on the pussy), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I’ve wanted to write stuckage for so long, and who better with than Katsuki? For those who don’t know, stuckage just means one of the characters literally gets stuck and fucked lol in this case, it’s reader.

It’s a normal patrol night. Humid summer air sticks to sweaty, sweet smelling skin, makes Katuski’s hands itch in his gloves. In and out of alleys, checking lingering shadows and avoiding the gazes of pedestrians.

By midnight, he’s bored.

There are no alarms ringing on his phone, no idiot villains skirting around corners for him to chase. Wide awake and ansty, he slips down another alley, kicking a few trash bags before checking in a dumpster. He half-way wishes there was a body inside, just something to pique his interest.

“H-hey! Hey down there!” a feminine voice echoes off the brick walls of the apartment buildings, riding the heatwaves and sinking into the pavement.

Katsuki squints as he looks up, nose wrinkling at the thought of some fangirl yelling down at him from her bedroom.

Then, he sees you. You’re halfway out your window, three stories up. 

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Me¿ I’m gagged as fuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Falling For Fairytales (9)

Anthony Bridgerton x black!reader

Series Summary: Taking a slight twist on your classic Cinderella story, you are the daughter of a Marquis who died when you were 18. Several years later, you are told by your stepmother that you must marry this season, or she will engage you to her elderly Uncle. Having no money of your own, you realize you are going to have to strategize if you are going to avoid such a fate. So it's a good thing you run into a Viscount who sees marriage as a battlefield.

Chapter Summary: It's official

Word Count: 1,325

A/N: I have to give another shout-out to @gxlden-honey for making my night with her in-depth analysis of my story!! It easily prompted me to write this chapter 😭🥰

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Confirming your engagement with the Viscount was a little nerve-wracking to say the least. But as you watched both Lady Bridgerton’s and Lady Danbury’s expressions morph into ones of delighted surprise, your nerves instantly disappeared.

You and Anthony were still holding hands when the two women rushed over to you. They began to ask questions about a wedding you had not even had a chance to think about planning. 

While being bombarded with questions, you took a moment to glance at Anthony in order to see his reaction to your answer as well. You easily fell deeper for him when you saw that he had the widest grin on his face. Seeing him so happy at being engaged to you let you know that you had made the right choice. 

Giving his hand a small squeeze when you made eye contact with him, you returned your attention back to the esteemed ladies in front of you since they had yet to finish asking questions and making suggestions.

With a touch of fond exasperation, you interrupted them by saying,

“Please! We have only just gotten engaged. I have no idea what the wedding should look like!”

Hearing that seemed to be simply unacceptable for the two women. So, after moving to stand on either side of you, they each looped their arms with yours and began to lead you back into the ball while they continued to discuss your future wedding.

Turning back to look at your newly minted fiancé, you shot him a look that said, “Save me!”, as you were escorted through the terrace doors.

Your jaw visibly dropped when he raised his brows with a shrug and sent you a look of feigned apology that clearly said, “Good luck with that!”

You barely had a chance to catch his amused reaction at the betrayed expression on your face before you were forced to turn around and engage in the conversation.

Soon wondering if you were going to announce your engagement here at the ball, Lady Bridgerton asked if she should go back for her son. She had just begun to turn when you stopped her by saying you would rather inform the rest of the Bridgerton clan first before you told the rest of society.

Loving that you were already doing your duty as the future Viscountess by thinking of her other children, Lady Bridgerton had to pause before she decided to take one of your hands in hers and say with sincerity,

“You are going to make a wonderful addition to the family.”

Melting at the kindness of her words and the motherly look in her eyes, you made sure your gratitude was known as you gave your thanks with just as much sincerity.

Lady Danbury was just as touched at her friend’s words on your behalf and chose that moment to say with faux haughtiness,

“Well, I would say we have done what we came here to do, my dear girl. Would you not agree?”

A sense of giddiness started to fill you as the reality of your engagement hit.

You were to marry!

Not only that, but you were to marry the man who had been inspiring passionate feelings in you since you were a young lady, not the man your stepmother had chosen for you. 

The amount of butterflies that filled you in this moment made you feel like you could walk on air!

With a bright smile you could not contain, you replied using that same haughty tone,

“Yes, I would say we have.”

Giving a decisive nod at your agreement, your Aunt turned to your future mother-in-law before saying,

“Then I think we will retire for the evening now that there is no longer a need to find a suitable match for my niece.”

Side-eyeing you with a smirk, she finished by saying,

“Not when the perfect match has already been made.”

Entertained by your antics and agreeing with her words, Lady Bridgerton gave a joyful smile as she said to you both,

“I completely understand. I will send a correspondence tomorrow to set up a dinner so that we may break the happy news to the family together.”

Nodding your heads at her plan, you each said your proper goodbyes before making your way out of the ball. 

Anthony had missed you by a few seconds when he returned to his mother’s side just in time to see you walking away. As Lady Bridgerton watched her son watch you, she found that she still wore a smile as she told him,

“You chose well.”

Giving his mother a boyish grin, Anthony returned his gaze to your retreating figure as he confidently said,

“I know.”

You and your Aunt, on the other hand, had climbed into her carriage before either of you spoke again.

Choosing to speak first, your Aunt said,

“Now, it is because I love and care for you, just as I loved and cared for your mother, that I have to ask,” Lady Danbury began, “Is this what you want?”

Giving an effortlessly happy smile, you replied with barely contained elation,

“This is more than I could have ever hoped for!”

Content with seeing you so cheerful, Lady Danbury allowed her own smile to show before saying,

“Then good on you for securing such an enviable match with the highly sought-after Viscount. If you were not the talk of the ton before, you certainly will be now.”

Giggling at her words, you said with a laugh,

“I am not marrying to be envied!”

Though, with Anthony looking as good as he did, you could easily see how the unmarried half of the ton would feel that way.

Continuing, you began to say, “I am marrying for—”

But cut yourself off as you almost said ‘love’. 

Although you knew your heart pounded furiously whenever he was around, you were not naive enough to believe you had an adequate amount of information about one another for it to be called love. 

“Not yet, at least.” You eagerly thought.

Starting again, you chose to say instead with a hint of false decorum,

“I am marrying for security.”

Even though you had caught yourself from saying ‘love’ just in time, your Aunt still seemed able to guess which particular word you were originally going to use.

Eyeing you knowingly, Lady Danbury asked,

“And are we sure that is all?"

Your eyes widened as you understood what she was suggesting and then remembered that you were basically an open book to her. 

Not knowing how to respond to her question, you remained quiet for a moment before she chose to answer it herself.

“Because from what I have seen, that boy cannot keep his eyes off of you and you seem to share the same affliction whenever he is nearby.”

With a look that said, ‘Do not take me for a fool’, she repeated her inquiry.

“So I ask again, are we sure that ‘security’ is all you are marrying for?”

As what she implied hung in the air, you could not stop the bashful smile that spread across your lips after she spoke of Anthony and his actions. You tried to hide it by looking down into your lap, but a quick glance up told you that she definitely expected an answer this time.

Clearing your throat, you admitted with a slightly shy smile, 

“So…this may be more than a marriage of convenience.”

Your Aunt regarded you quietly for a moment before she slowly leaned as if she were about to share a secret. Leaning in with her, you saw a look of pleased satisfaction cross her face as she whispered conspiratorily,

“That is what I was hoping you would say.”

Easing back into her chair, you knew the conversation was over when she turned to look out the window. You followed her example now wearing a wider smile and contentedly enjoyed the rest of the journey home.

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