#him lifting her up and laying her down 🫠🫠

[sugarcoated-lame]

Easy Like Sunday Morning | Joel Miller x Reader

pre-outbreak joel x reader

all of my works are 18+ only, minors dni!

Summary: You wake up before Joel and decide you want to take care of him.

or

giving 2003 pre-outbreak Joel some head on a sleepy Sunday morning

a/n: i was inspired by this post by the amazing @mrsmando 🤍 and her delicious joel thoughts that never fail to have me spiraling and swooning 🫠 if i had a nickel for every time i’ve written a joel fic about someone being woken up with some head, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (sorry i had to lmfaoo). also this is probably the quickest thing i’ve ever written, so i’m sorry if it sucks!

wc: 2.8k

content warnings: no outbreak/pre-outbreak 2003 joel, kricket sucks at writing summaries we know this, smut, oral (m receiving), slightly rough oral, hair pulling, no physical description of reader except that her hair is long enough for joel to pull, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), no use of y/n, joel miller has a big dick because i said so, established relationship, somno (kinda? joel is like not really awake at the beginning of the smut), this is basically just smut :)

joel masterlist

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

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Lazy Sunday mornings have become your favorite in the weeks since you moved in with Joel.

Nowhere to be, neither one of you has to get up before the sun and go to work. No rushing around to make sure Sarah gets to school on time — just sleep. It’s the one day a week both you and Joel get a chance to sleep in, to wake naturally without the shrill ringing of alarms, and just relish being wrapped up in the comfort of each other’s presence.

Eyes still shut as you begin to stir, your mind is only just waking up and the first thing you feel is warmth.

Warmth of the bright, golden Texas sun shining through Joel’s — well, now your — bedroom window and behind your closed lids. Warmth from the plush, gray comforter draped just over your calves, where it had been kicked down in the night in an attempt to curb the relentless, sticky summer heat.

You find yourself cocooned by the furnace-like warmth that is Joel as he lies on his back beside you — a warmth that would probably be overwhelming if it wasn’t such a comfort to you.

Your cheek is pressed to his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. Your torso flush against his side, you have an arm wrapped snug around his middle, and a leg draped over both of his. You and Joel both lay almost bare, each clothed in nothing but your underwear after the previous night’s activities — hot skin on hot skin.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open to the bright, morning light, you look up to find Joel still fast asleep and take a moment to admire the peaceful expression on his handsome face.

Long lashes fanning over his cheeks, his brows free of the worried crease that often rests between them, plush pink lips parted as he lets out quiet little snores, his strong chest slowly rising and falling, up and down beneath your cheek with each calming breath. Tanned skin warm and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dark chocolate locks especially curly due to the humid Texas heat, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.

Seeing Joel laid out like this only reminds you of the way he looked last night — all flushed beneath you, cheeks pink, head thrown back and brown eyes clenched shut in bliss as you hovered above him. Pulling quiet, deep grunts from his parted lips as you rode him, his big hands on your hips, guiding your movements as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.

The reminder of just how full you felt with him inside you — of how goddamn good he makes you feel — has dampness forming beneath the thin fabric of your panties, thighs attempting to clench shut in search of friction to quell the wave of slick that’s building between your legs, though they’re unable to do so with Joel’s thick thigh slotted between them.

And, though you know Joel is still resting so peacefully beside you, and that you should probably let him sleep in for once, you can’t help it when you feel the sudden and urgent need to kiss him. To feel your lips on his skin.

These lazy Sunday mornings with Joel are your favorite because you know he’s always so busy, always working hard, always so stressed. And, that despite it all, he always takes such good care of you.

So, you want to take this opportunity, when he doesn’t have to be up for work, or take Sarah to school — and you know it’s a couple hours before she’ll be waking up — and you want to do something nice for him. Take care of Joel for once. To make him feel good.

Lifting your head from Joel’s chest, you press your lips to where your cheek had just been. Beginning at his pec, and over his heart, tasting the salt of his sweat-damp skin as you work your way up the broad plane of his chest, dotting feather-light kisses up to the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck.

You gently untangle yourself from his side, and Joel begins to stir just slightly as you softly mouth along the column of his throat and move to hover over him, your thighs straddling his hips and hands on the mattress on either side of him to hold yourself up.

He’s still mostly asleep, but you can already feel through the layers of both of your underwear that he’s beginning to harden beneath you, his body waking up faster than his brain, always so responsive to your touch.

You continue to kiss across Joel’s strong jaw, over the patchy hair that tickles your lips, dotting a trail of sweet kisses up his cheek and to the tip of his sharp nose, then back down to his mustache and over the corner of his lips.

He stirs again when your lush lips press against his own just once, not quite awake enough to kiss back just yet, but this time a soft hum of approval leaves him at the pleasant feeling.

With one more peck to his soft lips, you begin your descent back down Joel’s body, leaving behind another smattering of kisses in your wake.

From his Adam’s apple to the rounded bone of his shoulder, then back down to his chest. You know he’s a bit more awake when you feel him begin to stir again — his strong body shifting ever so slightly beneath yours, dick twitching against your core underneath the layers of cloth as you place a barely-there kiss to each of his nipples. Joel lets out a sleepy groan as your tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin before continuing on your way.

Shifting your body lower on the bed, your kisses become a bit more feverish, less soft as you work your way down Joel’s torso. Your hunger for him only growing as you get closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers, spurred on by the breathy little grunts and groans leaving his parted lips as his mind begins to catch up to the pleasure that his body is feeling.

Joel lets out a content sigh, head still resting on his pillow, eyes still shut and still about half asleep. Unsure if he’s dreaming when he feels you press a firm kiss to the skin just above his navel.

He’s quickly pulled out of that dream-like state, though — breath catching in his throat, jolting beneath you as your warm tongue darts out lick a broad stripe over his soft belly.

You can’t help but grin as you look up to see his face, those pretty brown eyes now open but still bleary with sleep, pillowy lips parted in a gasp, sweaty curls falling over his forehead as he shifts his focus towards you.

“Morning, baby.” You whisper into the quiet of your bedroom, your chin resting on Joel’s tummy as you gaze up at him sweetly.

Your smile only grows when he cards a hand over his tired face, groaning out a tired ‘fuck’.

Now that he’s awake — just barely — you press your lips to his belly one last time before heading lower. Fitting yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, you kiss along the fine hairs of his happy trail, then his hip bones, and you know he’s fully hard when your hands glide up his thighs to palm him over his black boxers.

Joel releases a throaty groan as you stroke him through the soft fabric, one of his large hands coming up to the side of your head. Calloused pads of his fingers running gently through your bed-mussed hair. “Please, darlin’.”

The use of the pet name combined with Joel’s sleepy, Texan morning voice actually makes you whimper, clenching your thighs as a new gush of arousal floods between them. Needy for him as your fingers move to his waistband, gingerly but quickly pulling down the black, cotton fabric and freeing his impressive length.

A quiet, raspy moan escapes Joel’s lips as you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. He’s long and thick and heavy in your hand, your fingers hardly able to wrap around the girth of him, his tip an angry red and leaking pretty pearls of precum.

He lets out a quiet hiss as you begin to stroke up from the base, leaning down to kiss along his tip before kitten-licking at the slit, a pleased hum leaving you at the salty, heady taste of his arousal. Joel’s mind is still a bit hazy with sleep, but he swears he’s died and gone to heaven when you lick a hot stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue laving over the thick vein that runs along his shaft.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip when you oh-so-delicately take Joel into your mouth, emitting a pleased hum from you as you gently suckle on his tip. The vibration sends a jolt up his spine, cock twitching in your grasp as you continue to stroke up and down his length with increasing ease as your spits begins to coat his skin. Delicate fingers wrapped tight around him moving up and down to meet your lips as your tongue swirls around the bulbous head.

You take your time, enjoying Joel’s quiet, raspy moans, the whispered curses, and shallow breaths all falling from his lips as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth.

When you’re about halfway down his length, you suck in your cheeks, lips tightening around him as you begin to suck with more fervor and Joel has to bite back a desperate moan as you bob up and down his length. His hips buck up of their own volition — the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him is just too good — the two of you groaning in unison as the movement sends his cock further between your lips, the tip just grazing the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck, m’sorry, baby.” Joel drawls, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head. He lifts you up his length just a little bit, just enough to gather your bearings.

You release him from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva still connects the two of you between his swollen, red tip and your now swollen lips, and Joel thinks he’s a goner when you wrap a hand tight around his shaft, leaning back in to kitten-lick at his slit.

You smear delicate kisses all along his tip, then up and down every inch of his length, all the while gazing up at him with doe eyes before you bring him between your spit-slicked lips once again.

“So good for me. Always so good for me.”

His morning voice is deep — deeper than normal — and it has your eyes rolling back into your head as you whimper around him, tears collecting at your lash line from having just taken him so deep so abruptly. Nodding your head as much as you can with his cock still in your mouth, you let Joel know that you’re okay to keep going.

You want to please him. He deserves this. You want to make him feel good.

You know that Joel is getting close from the way he’s fighting himself to not buck his hips and fuck up into your mouth, the hand that’s not in your hair clinging to the gray sheets like a lifeline. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries his hardest to keep at least somewhat quiet — he knows that his daughter is sleeping right down the hall — biting back gravely grunts and groans that you so wish you could hear at full volume, his cock twitching against your tongue with every little move you make.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you decide to take him as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him as his tip reaches into the depths of your throat, those tears are now spilling freely from your eyes as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your nose.

You suction your cheeks taut and lick along the underside of his shaft, the wet sounds of your sucking growing sloppy, Joel’s pubic hairs now shiny with your spit and his fingers are now pulling hard at your hair, the slight sting in your scalp a pleasurable one and only spurring you on.

A particularly harsh suck has Joel throwing his head back onto his pillow, sweaty curls falling like a halo around his pleasure-wrought features. Whiskey colored eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, and lips parted in a quiet, guttural groan that lingers in the warm, sticky summer atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

“I’m— fuck!” He damn near whimpers when your free hands reaches out to caress his heavy balls, squeezing getnly as you continue to arduously suck and stroke his length, your hand and mouth working in tandem and meeting in the middle. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

You moan hungrily around him, the vibrations nearly sending Joel over the edge, the hand on your head now pushing you down onto his cock without hesitation – he knows you can take it. Hips thrusting up and chasing the velvety, wet warmth of your throat as you gag on him once more, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth all around him, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room obscene.

Joel practically growls when he feels your nails dig into the meat of his thigh, his chin dropping to his chest and he looks down to find you gazing back at him. Your cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around his aching cock, taking all of him like the good girl he knows you are. Your pretty, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with so much love, and that’s what is his undoing.

You feel it when Joel’s whole body tenses beneath you, fireworks shooting up his spine as he starts to cum with a heavy groan that was lodged deep in his throat. You can’t help but moan around him as he fills your mouth, painting your throat with the hot, salty ropes of his release.

He mutters a string of broken moans, a mixture of curses and grunts of your name as you work him through it. The grip Joel has on your hair starts to lighten up — though, only a bit — but it’s enough for you to pull back on his length a bit to allow your hand to join your mouth in its ministrations. Slowly, but firmly, stroking him and sucking at his cock until you’re sure you’ve swallowed down every drop he has to give you, his stomach practically caving in by the time you’re done with him.

Until he’s reduced to shallow pants and hushed whimpers, Joel’s entire body shuddering as your lips lay one last kiss to his sensitive tip, and he drops an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the now overwhelming light as he takes a few moments to catch his breath.

You let Joel take all the time he needs to recover, carefully tucking his softening length back into his black boxers.

It’s a few minutes before Joel uncovers his eyes, slowly blinking to adjust the the increasing brightness of the hot summer sun shining into the bedroom, and he’d swear you’re an angel, still nestled between his thighs. You’re busy littering the soft, tanned skin of his thighs and his belly in sweet little kisses and love bites when that deep, sleepy morning voices speaks up again.

“Well good mornin’ to you too, pretty girl.”

Before you can respond, two strong arms are pulling you up the bed — and up Joel’s body, a firm hand on the nape of your neck pulling you in so he can smash his lips to your puffy ones in a longing, appreciative kiss.

His deft hands then slide down your hips to grab your ass, squeezing at the soft flesh with a groan against your lips, before Joel is flipping the two of you over so he’s now the one hovering over you. A little yelp escapes you, but is quickly transformed into a stifled moan as his lips begin kissing a path down your body, now fully awake and more than ready to return the favor.

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Thank you for reading!! x

[feyascorner]

okay first of all i ADORE ur writing… wanna take a bite out of it..

anyway… uh… can i uhh… order a uhh…. astarion x tav.. and like..tav has a fucking insane pain tolerance and always has.. and like… uhh… one time she gets fucking TOTALED in a fight and like obvi it would hurt… and shes like crying subconsciously.. and when some1 points it out shes like “what???? why am i crying wtf???” and like looks down and is just fucking BLEEDING… n then.. astarion comfort…

only if u want thoo!!!!

a/n. Im like the exact opposite I'm very dramatic about the slightest pain but this is such a cute request so Ty!! ALSO PLS EXCUSE IF THIS IS A LITTLE CLUNKY I HAD TO TYPE THIS OUT W MY FINGERS🫠🫠

Astarion is grateful for your tolerance to pain.

Of course, he doesn't particularly enjoy watching you in pain, but he’s no fool. He knows the sting and the soreness that comes after he drinks from your neck. Well, at least, it should sting. However, it never seemed to bother you, and for that, he's forever grateful for it.

These strange sentiments expand past his thirst for blood, as the relief he feels when you’re battered up after a battle and you smile at him as if nothing’s wrong is incomparable to any other feeling he’s felt.

That relief does not come currently, however.

The battle was nearly hopeless. Overwhelmed in number, mages casting counterspell, fighters constantly aiming at you…he’s lost track of it all. By some miracle you and your companions stand victorious, and when he sees that you offer Karlach a lopsided smile, confirming that you're fine, he reaches to pick up one of his daggers.

“Tav—what in the hells, are you okay?”

It’s then that he spots the way your lip quivers and tears glisten threateningly at your eyes. And when you meet his own, they begin to drip down your cheeks like crystals and roll off your chin. He's seen you in tears before, but out of something more positive—not from pain. Before he can even tell what he's doing, he's rushing toward you.

“Why are you—” he sees the blood seeping from your stomach, and his face would've gone pale if he could.

You finally lift your hands to your face, eyes wide when your fingertips brush against the dampness of your cheeks. “Oh. Why am I?…”

Shadowheart scrambles to scrimmage around her bag. “Here, let me—gods, where did I—did we use all the healing potions?—”

“Oh for hells sake. Because you're bleeding!” Astarion hisses, his hand intertwining with yours as he drags you toward the nearest tree where he sits you down. He freezes when you flinch but you shake your head, wiping at your eyes. Your other companions are still searching the enemy corpses for anything that might relieve you of the pain, but they're taking far too long for his liking.

“I’m okay, it doesn't really hurt that much.”

“You’re crying.”

“I didn't even know I was-” you wince.

His eyes narrow. “Lay down.”

“What? No, I’m really fine!”

“Gods, love, please for once, listen to me. It’s quite straining to watch you clamber around with that ghastly wound on your stomach.”

You frown, but he guides you down anyway, careful to lay down your head against the grass. “Now wait patiently. Maybe if we’re lucky, our dear friends will find a potion before I start developing wrinkles.”

A momentary silence hangs in the air. It’s by no means uncomfortable, but there are words on the tip of his tongue he wishes to say. And when he notices you staring, he sighs.

“If you're hurt, tell us. I don't care how high your pain tolerance is—if you're hurt, call us. Call me. Don't be a fool and bleed out over a few enemies when we’ve been through so much worse.”

The sincerity in his voice is almost embarrassing. But with the way you're watching him so seriously, he can't bring himself to dwell on such irrelevant factors.

Then, you smile again, as if you've forgotten about the pain. “How minor can the pain be for me to call you?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Can I call you when I stub a toe?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I will.”

He stares at you with lidded eyes and you laugh. He feels the weight on his shoulders get a bit lighter.

“You may call for me whenever you wish.”

[taintedcigs]

vampire steddie fighting over eating you out on your period will never leave my brain emmy. pls send help 😵‍💫🫠

SHUT UPPP MAR MAR U R A GENIUS AND IT'S NOT LEAVING MY BRAIN NOW EITHER. this is not proof-read and I ACTUALLY HATE HOWIT TURNEDOUT . goodbye. i am officially ashamed of how horny i am. so hopefully yall enjoy this.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, SMUT, or*l (f!receiving), mmf threesome, blood, blood-sucking, period, vampire!steddie, nicknames (bunny, angel, etc.), praising. idk what the f took over me.

"W-what are you doing?" You whined, eagerness overtaking you as both of them tugged at your panties.

"Do you trust us, angel?" Steve asked, eyes all dark but pleading, and you were quick to nod.

"We're gonna take all of your cramps away, and make you feel s'so good." You look at both of them hesitantly, almost ashamed.

"B-but, a-are you sure?" Both of them almost scoffed at your response, they've been dying to eat you out during your period, and as soon as they learned it could help with your cramps, they knew they couldn't let their little bunny be in any more pain.

"We're more than sure, honey."

"And after, we're done, you'll be begging us to worship you around this time, angel," Eddie added with a devilish smirk.

You nodded, still hesitant, heat growing in your cheeks, and both of them were quick to cup your cheeks, comforting you. "No need to be ashamed, bunny, we're gonna clean you right up," Eddie growled with a smirk, "lay down and spread your legs for us, sweetheart," Steve added eagerly.

They were kneeled down to each other, eager, and greedy, both of them fighting off each other almost, making your eyes roll to the back of your head just with their touch.

"You smell so fuckin' good, princess," Eddie hummed, tongue practically waiting to lap up at your juices, while Steve tried to push him away like a child, "will you fuckin' move?" Steve growled over the metalhead, making you huff at them.

They always talked about how good it fucking feel to taste you, to taste your blood, but now that they were actually doing it, eagerness overtook them, making them fight like idiots over who got to taste you first.

"Nuh-uh, Steve, I'm going to eat her out first-" Steve scoffed, quickly interrupting the metalhead, "not if I get to her first-"

"You fuckin' promised that I'd get to taste her first-"

You pushed your legs closed with a huff, earning a dark gaze from both of the boys as they groaned, "If you two aren't going to behave, then I don't think we should-" Your rant was cut off quickly by both of their growls.

"No!" They said in unison, almost begging, pleading, the urge within them needed this, needed you.

"P-please, sweetheart, please," The boy begged, "let us suck you off, baby, we'll make you feel s'good," Eddie pleaded, eyes so desperate and their hands hot as they attempted to spread open your thighs apart again, that you couldn't even protest, a simple nod is all it took for them to dove right into your core.

Eddie's thick ringed fingers plunged into you without warning, making you arch your back as he twisted and twirled it inside of you, the coolness, added to how fucking well he knew how to use those goddamned fingers made you mewl loudly for them, flutters in your stomach grew, and heat appeared in your cheeks.

It made you feel so fucking ashamed, but the praises and the growls that left their lips downturned it, almost making you feel proud. "Doin' so good for us, princess, let us take care of you," Eddie hummed, retracting his fingers, all bloody as he lifted them up to Steve's lips, his eyes lit up, lustful and dark, unashamedly sucking off your blood off of Eddie's fingers, both of the boys groaning at you.

"Tastes fuckin' amazing, Eddie," The boy groaned, licking the residue of blood off of his cold lips, and Eddie didn't hesitate to run his tongue between your folds now, lapping up at it with kitten licks, Steve almost looked at you for reassurance, and if you weren't too fucked out you might've given him a full answer, but all you could do was nod, needing both of them to suck you dry.

He settled in on the other side pushing away Eddie's head slightly to dive into the sides of your pussy that were left unattended, sucking greedily and eagerly, none of them wanted to even let a single drop go to waste.

"You taste like heaven, bunny," Eddie groaned, humming between your walls, making you arch against both of the boy's tongues, as you struggled to hold onto both of their hair, their tongues working like magic while all you could do was cry out.

Eddie's ringed fingers dove inside of you, both of their tongues still all over your clit and your puffy lips, while Steve's padded thumb circled around your clit, it didn't take them long enough to suck you dry, and even quicker for you to cum around their tongues without a warning, thighs shuddering uncontrollably and a high-pitched moan leaving your plushy lips.

Steve and Eddie followed you not long behind, both of them creaming their pants just at the feeling of you convulsing around their tongue, all three of you left a heaving mess.

But the boys weren't done, no, not yet.

"Let us worship you, bunny," They growled, on their knees, eager to fuck both of your holes, until you were stuffed full of them.

[frxxxncx]

police - c. seungcheol

»police!¡Choi Seungcheol x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: Where Choi Seungcheol always comes home late and you can’t stand it anymore.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), oral (m. f. receiving), pet names, establish relationship, police seungcheol, innuendo (it’s for the plot), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, mention of stretch mark, scars, etc, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader.

»Words: 3.1k

note: This is my first time witting something completely on English so forgive my horrific gramar, and spealing and everything. ^^

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes. Please cut me some slack 🫠

The hours passed slowly on the clock, the second hand seemed to go slower and slower as if the minutes took years.

You were so sick of your boyfriend's nightshifts, you couldn't see him anymore, couldn't hug him, kiss him nor he could fuck you dumb like he used to do until not so long ago, you missed him at home.

You kept waiting for him laying on your bed, missing his touch, his scent, his kisses, how he used to caress your body with his long and thick fingers like you were the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen. And more than anything, you miss the sex. You swear you could feel his mouth kissing your lips, cheeks, your neck, your belly, and that place so private that he knew like the palm of his hand.

You couldn't help but bring Seungcheol's white t-shirt close to your nose, so you could smell his musky scent, it felt like he was on top of you, locking you against the mattress.

Your fingers quickly touched your lips and take the same route that your boyfriend's lips were used to do over your soft and warm skin, with delicate touches your hand was now in between your thighs, and you didn't lose any time to start giving that little bud of nerves attention, while you smelt Seungcheol's scent, just as if it was him the one touching you. 

Soft moans started to escape your mouth and by the moment your hand slid inside your panties to caress your sticky folds and stimulate more the bud you were doomed. The clock marked 1 a.m. and the front door opened religiously like every night. The heavy footsteps were loud in the hall, but you were so into pleasing yourself that you forgot about your partner's time of arrival. 

Seungcheol stood still in the frame of the door, paralyzed, with one foot in and the other out of the room, looking at how his girlfriend was masturbating while sniffing his white shirt, which was so up onto her stomach that he could see her panties where her hand had adventure. He slammed the door so loudly that you couldn't help but jump in your bed, getting out of your hands up, and looking immediately to the door you felt so relieved, he looked so hot in his police uniform and watching you with lust and desire in his eyes.

He smirked with those plump and cherry-colored lips that you love. "What are you doing all by yourself babe?" asked, his black curly hair moving softly as he stood in front of you, his knees touching the bed.

You nimble onto your lower lip as he was so close that you could smell his musky scent mixed with sweat. "Is just that you haven't been around so much, I missed you" You got closer to the end of the bed sitting with both your legs on each side of your boyfriend, daring to rest your head on his hip feeling your mouth water because of the proximity of your face with his cock.

"Is that so?" one of his thick and dark brows was furrowed looking down on you and you just nob with your head still resting on his hip " Mmh, I see, it seems like I spent too much time outside, but you know I'm working, right, sweetie? if you wanted my cock so bad you could have told me before '' your boyfriend's expression was blank, he looked so serious, still you knew he was just being sulky because you were masturbating alone and didn't tell him that you were needy.

You lifted your head to put your jaw on Seungcheol's abdomen gripping each side of his hips with your hands "Don't get mad, Cheolie" you said while holding tighter onto his hips and pounding. 

Your boyfriend didn't say a word and just folded his arms to look into a dead point in the room, you couldn't help but crack a little laugh and decided to get up and turn causing Seungcheol to do the same, once he had the bed behind him, you pushed and make him fall sat in the bed. 

Seungcheol looked at you with a furrowed eyebrow and a slight smile, when you kneeld in front of him, with one hand in one of his thighs so close to his pelvis that it felt like fire in his skin.    

"Mister officer, I've been such a bad girl" You squished his thick thighs a little hard and continued to say "As my punishment, would you like me to polish your gun?" The double meaning of the words made your boyfriend laugh. 

"Sorry, I left my gun at the station, but if you polish another thing I don't have a problem, sweetheart" A flirty smile appeared on his face and you nodded excitedly.  

You gave him a sweet kiss on the jaw and untuck his work shirt from the pants starting to unbutton slowly the fabric while you were giving soft and humid kisses across his bare chest, you listened to his soft moans and by the time you finished unbuttoning his shirt, your jaw felt the cold hardness of his buckle. 

You quickly got your hands on his belt and unbuckle it, getting even his pants unzipped in record time, finally seeing the black fabric of his boxers, one finger outlined his hard cock and when it got to the tip, you shoved your hand inside his boxers, feeling the hot and heavy cock of Seungcheol, making your mouth water. 

You took the extension of your boyfriend's dick and slowly began to circularly caress his tip with your thumb, gently pressing the sensitive area. The sensation of his slick skin in your hand was quite exquisite,  Seungcheol's head was tilted while looking at you with tired eyes feeling so good by you jerking him off. 

Your hand started to go up and down faster and harder, making the tip leak white liquid which was dripping down the vein side, lubing all your work making it easier and more pleasant for your boyfriend. 

A throaty moan came out of his mouth, it felt so good. 

You licked your lips, helping you with your other hand, tugging his work pants and his underwear, immediately he raised his hips, finally taking the last of Seungcheol's clothes off. 

His hardness raised proud, slapping against his bare and toned abdomen, his cock was perfect, with the angry red color of the tip, making you gasp. 

Your face got closer and your spit got to his dick, making it more lubed.

Your thumb was massaging the tip while the palm of your hand continued to caress the rest of his cock. You stroke a little hard his tip and felt your panties get slick because of the delicious groan that Seungcheol just left you hear, you could taste his throaty moans every time your face got close enough for him to feel your hot breath in his length. 

You both locked eyes and your boyfriend's looked glassy, the desire could not be overlooked, and you wanted it as much as he craved it.  

Your lips were so close that he could feel your thick and warm breath on his cock, you gave a loud kiss on the tip, and you heard him groan and scoff at the same time, making you smile too, your tongue gave a kitten-like lick to the slit savouring the salty taste of his precum before you go head down trying to take all of his cock in your mouth, feeling the veins of his dick and the tip meets with the back of your throat.    

Even though you have sucked him many times throughout the five years of relationship you just couldn't get used to the thickness of Seungchoel's dick, but that would never stop you, a scuffed moan slipped from your mouth knowing that you boyfriend would enjoy the vibration and the sound of your mouth stuffed with his dick. 

You could feel his balls against your jaw while deep-throating your boyfriend, he didn't waste a second and started to fuck your mouth slowly with you accompanying his movements, your eyes started to water and as much as you wanted to keep watching the glorious expression of ecstasy on Seungcheol's face, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, just letting him get off in your mouth.  

The cusses and moans didn't stop coming from your boyfriend', the delicious sensation of your hot and wet mouth on his cock was just another level of torture for him.

Your boy was so close to cum in your mouth but that didn't stop him from asking if he could do it "Babe" his voice sounded hoarse and a groan scape when you sucked the tip a little too hard. 

You already knew what he meant when he called you, you could feel his dick twitching in your mouth, and even though you were always happy to swallow his cum, he asked every time without fail and for you that is as sweet as him buying you a big bouquet of flowers. 

You batted your lashes as a response and with a blurry vision you looked at how his jaw got tight while he let his head fall, you continued sucking him and when you felt the tip touch the back of your throat he let out such a guttural and lewd groan that had to press your thighs together knowing that you were sopping wet in your own arousal. 

Sungcheol grabbed your head softly but still, his grip was steady, he bucked his hips up slowly chasing his orgasm, and finally with a hoarse moan of your name he emptied his load down your throat, the cum spilling a little from the sides of your mouth mixed with your spit.

You gave him the brightest smile he has ever seen you put while sitting in his lap and giving him a kiss letting him taste himself on your tongue. 

His lips are sweet and addictive, his big hands grabbing your hips steady so close to his own body, you could feel his warm dick picking your belly angrily, making you anxious. 

He brushed his lips on your cheek and started to give a wet kiss on your jaw going down on your neck, his long fingers taking your shirt off, finally, he got to see you only in your panties. 

His kisses came down  to your collarbone, the place where he was very into, leaving small hickeys, some of them will be gone in some hours, while the others will be a red-purplish colour by tomorrow. 

The trip of his lips continued and now he left a kiss just above one of your nipples, making you gasp, his lips wrapped your little bud and he sucked and licked with a maddening pace. You grew impatient while trying to get more, moving your hips closer to him. 

And like it was some kind of ancestral tongue, he already knew what you wanted.

The heavy feeling of his cock over your clothed cunt made you let out a guttural moan. Seungcheol raised above you and grabbed your thighs tightly, getting up from the edge of the bed and spinning to get you in the middle of the mattress, his face now cuddled in your neck smelling your sweet perfume mixed with your arousal.       

He traced a line of soft kisses along your abdomen until he got to the elastic of your underwear, his thumbs dared to tuck into the elastics and pull them down slowly while his eyes were stuck in your dripping cunt.  

Once your panties got to your ankles they went straight to the other side of the room with the blink of an eye getting lost in the darkness of the room. 

He took your ankle and raised it close to his face, now starting to give kisses until he got so close to your cunt that you could feel his hot breath. The little kitten-like licks over your clit were so sudden that a loud whimper escaped your mouth without your consent. 

"Always so needy for me," Seungcheol said while sucking on the little bud of nerves.  

The sheets were crumpled in your fists and your back was so arched that you felt as if you were about to break, while Seungcheol keep licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow, his tongue fondle your clit when two of his thick and long fingers pushed inside your sopping cunt, you couldn't help but to let out a whine because of the sudden intrusion. 

One more finger join inside of you and he had you screaming in pleasure, the digits worked on your velvet gummy walls skilfully, a third finger was present while starting to finger-fuck you roughly.

A fireball was starting to develop in your belly, making your whole body tense up, your body started to shake in anticipation, a strangled cry left your mouth when you finally hit your desired climax, your insides were sucking and throbbing against his fingers, he help you ride through your hight still fucking you, when your completely limp in your bed he takes his fingers out and his wet hand full of you ecstasy went directly to his mouth were he didn't doubt taste your arousal, like it was his first meal in weeks. 

"You are so perfect, my love" his eyes looked at you shining, so in love, he kissed you so desperately and eagerly, and your heart felt heavy, how could you not love this man?

His hands run over your body sweetly, with love and care, lining all the "imperfections" of your body, the ones he loved so much because they were part of you, all the scars, the stretch marks, everything that made you feel uneasy, it still couldn't fit in his head, how is that something like that could make you feel bad about yourself?, he liked them all, because they are part of you, the person he loves the most in the world, the one that make him feel a fucking zoo, that one that makes him wanna cry cause he just can't believe you are his.  

He gave you a bright smile and then a kiss, so soft, it was just your lips touching, like two preschoolers, only feeling the closeness and the warmth of your lips. A taciturn kiss without any kind of morbid desire. 

He looked into your eyes and thought that they were similar to the galaxy full of shining stars, crossed his mind, he was in love, hypnotised. He asked for permission with his gaze and you with a softened heart couldn't refuse. 

Seungcheol was between your legs, with your thighs on each side of his hips, running his fingers in your skin softly and finally aligning his fat-dripping tip with your leaking cunt, he slide slowly inside of you looking at how your eyes were closed shut, and started to pant, once his thick and heavy cock was completely inside of you he didn't move at all, 'cause even though the prepared you, he was to much and it felt like you were about to break. He kissed you on your cheeks, and your forehead, in your lips and nose, and you couldn't help but laugh feeling sincerely happy.  

He put his arms on each side of your head, his hips jerk up a little, hearing you moan silently.

He felt your hips move, looking for more friction and he couldn't help but chuckle because of your impatience, he grabbed your waist, and his grip was sturdy and it felt so strong that you were sure, by tomorrow his hands will be painted in a purplish colour on your skin. 

Your hips were pinned down on the bed, unable to move, while he kept  slow and short thrusts, with an almost inhuman rhythm, he was rejoicing on your moans and the warm embrace and exquisite feeling of your velvety walls on his cock. 

Seungcheol kept lugging at a slow pace for a while until he couldn't take it anymore and the movement became faster and messy, it felt almost animalistic, he was so deep inside you that you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix exquisitely. 

Your moans were drowned in each other's mouths, kissing like there was no tomorrow, like it was the last time you were going to be together. 

You felt him hit that one spot that always had you howling in pleasure and it always impresses you how something so primitive like having sex makes you go so dumb because that was what your boyfriend was doing, fucking you dumb, but it was far more impressive how even after being together for such a long time, he's always able to make you feel even better, maybe you were just to in love or Seungcheol was just to good at fucking you. 

Your belly tightened and your boyfriend's ramming didn't stop or even slowed down, the mattress crashing with the wall more loudly every time, echoing with the obscene and wet sound in the room.  

You both could feel in the high of your climax, a caravan of fireworks exploding inside of you, and after whining loud Seungcheol's name like it was a mantra you could be fucking sure that your neighbors will not forget his name again and they will not call him police boy gain.  

After a few seconds, he finally pulled out carefully and threw himself beside you trying to ease up his breath.

You both looked into each other's eyes and couldn't help but laugh, the harmonious sound filling the room. You were sweaty and tired and you smelt like sex, but you definitely were more relaxed, even though you couldn't stop laughing because the situation was pretty hilarious. 

"I think I should forget more about you coming home at 1 am," you said happily. 

"I think you should polish my gun more often" proposed Seungcheol, closing his eyes and nodding for himself, a punch in his shoulder made him move his face to look at you. 

"It's not a bad idea" he said while laughing widely and you couldn't help but laugh too. 

"Stupid officer"

[kooktrash]

OMGGG YES YES YES TO POWDER BLUE BIKINI DRABBLE!! Maybe in a rough yet intimate “I HAVE to have you right this second because if not I’ll die” quicky because they need to rush bc jieun should be coming home soon all for her to end up leaving soon after because she’s staying at Yoongi’s ?? So now they have all the time in the world🫠

GUYS MY AGE | dilf jeon jungkook drabble

literally just a little continuation and obv outside smut [unedited]

warnings: unprotected smüt. doggy. poolside sęx.

It was hot. It was so damn hot in this house and this entire city—country even! The worst part of the summer is the damn scorching Sun so yes, you will forever stay in a bikini because IT’S HOT.

“I thought you were gonna swim,” Jieun says as she sits next to your chair, “Instead you’re just sitting out here in this heat.”

“I’m trying to tan, if I can anyway,” you said with a shrug lowering your sunglasses, “And what else is there to do?”

“You can come with me and pick up Yoongi because that dumbass told me he didn’t need a ride after dropping his car off at the shop and now he does. That’s a 20 minute drive.” Jieun said with a hopeful smile but you just stared at her. “No.”

“Why!?” “Because I’m sweaty and in a bad mood!” You said jokingly and Jieun knew you were only being dramatic, “So leave me here to die of a heatstroke and go pick up your boyfriend.”

“Fine, you suck…bitch,” with that she smacked the side of your head making you whine as she left with a laugh. You turned back toward the glistening pool debating if you should just drown yourself in cold water. Jungkook had been busy all day, Namjoon was over to deal with some court case for this big company at the moment. Literally the most boring thing ever and to make things worse you’ve been sitting outside in this cute powder blue bikini that he couldn’t even properly enjoy the sight of because Jieun was home.

Don’t ask him where things stand between you and him because he does not know. You haven’t questioned him about your relationship so he assumes right now you two are just fine. That doesn’t mean he’s fine not being able to touch you whenever because he’s not. So the second Jieun came in complaining about the forty minutes drive and back it’d be to pick up Yoongi, Jungkook was already getting excited.

“Alright Namjoon, pack it up, I’ll work on this later.” “Huh?” “Yeah, safe drive.”

Jungkook had never ran to the backyard so fast in his life. You lay there with your eyes shut watching them Orange hues on your eyelids fade to dark making you open them. Jungkook stood over you making you smile, “Hi stranger.” He took a seat on the edge of your laying pool chair, “No one’s home.”

“Is that so?” You asked already sitting up for him to get close to. You wore a powder blue bikini now, small breast cups and very tiny shorts. The fabric was shimmery and the sides were tied together with flimsy strings that could easily come undone with his fingertips. Seeing you every morning lounging by his pool in his house, that he worked so hard for, sitting there looking pretty just does things to him. What’s he going to do when you and Jieun go back to school? You cleared your throat, taking your sunglasses off, “So what do you want to do with me now that we’re the only ones home? We have like thirty minutes.”

“Everything.” With that he pressed his lips against yours roughly, “I have to have you right now because if I don’t I think I’ll die.”

You giggled at that as he trailed his kisses down your neck, hands coming around your chest making you gasp. His fingers slid the small triangles of fabric off your tits, sliding them down the string to expose your nipples as he squeezed them between his fingers. Your body always reacted so quickly to his touch, so eager. He doesn’t think he’s felt this in a long time and your eagerness just makes him that much harder.

You let out a soft moan as Jungkook wrapped his arms around your lower back tightly so he could lift you and put you closer to the end of the chair while he was toward the back, “Ugh what are you going to do when I go? Are you gonna forget about me, Mr. Jeon.”

Goddamn you were so damn dirty. You never called him Mr. Jeon in front of Jieun, only when his mouth was devouring yours. Jungkook held in a breath as you began to grind your cunt against his lap. There was absolutely no concern of being seen outside at his poolside by his neighbors. All he’s thinking about is the way your bottoms worked as a very small barrier between your pushy and his shorts. You both were so eager, so ready to just get on with it—or get it on.

He licked his dry lips, “How can I forget if you send me all those pretty pictures of you?”

It’s been days since the first time and last time you slept together which happened to have all three rounds in one night. It would have been enough for him after three years but now he can’t stop thinking about you now. He came to seriously get annoyed whenever Jieun was home all day, did that make him a bad dad? That he didn’t want his 20 year old daughter home so he could fuck her best friend? And fuck you, he will.

“We haven’t done it like this yet,” you said in a sultry voice as you turned your back to him suddenly and laid down on your elbows and knees. Jungkook’s jaw slipped open at the sight of your rounded ass up for him, your spine arched and your shoulder blade protruding from the bend. Your hair was on one side of your head and you just presented yourself ready to be fucked from behind. Jungkook couldn’t help but to press his hips against yours despite still being fully dressed. He was just amazed by how he fit perfectly between your ass and you made sure to give a small wiggle making him groan.

Neither one of you had the patience to take things slow and with Jieun coming back soon with Yoongi nonetheless, you rushed through things more. Jungkook was nearly fully hard just at the sight of you and kissing so he pulled down the zipper of his pants, slipping them down with his briefs as he pulled his member out. He barely had time to look around and make sure no neighbor was by a window or anything as he pulled your bottoms to one side exposing your wet pussy. Jungkook guided his tip toward your entrance making sure to coat his head with your slick. You were already withering beneath him and he couldn’t stop the smirk on his face.

Just imagine everyone around him knowing he’s about to fuck one of the tightest pussies he’s ever had. You released an impatient sigh, “I thought you needed to have me now! I thought you would die if you weren’t in m—ngh.”

Your words caught in your throat as Jungkook pressed his cock into your folds making you try and relax your body to welcome the strength. Jungkook took pleasure in the way your back seemed to arch like a kitten’s at being touched. He pressed a hand down on your spine keeping you arched for him as his other hand was on your ass backing you into him. He gave you a breathy scoff at your submission, “Don’t raise your voice at me, baby, I don’t like that.”

You groaned in frustration and pleasure as he began to pull his cock out giving you a small thrust back in as you adjusted. Jungkook licked his lips at the sight below him and he couldn’t help but reach for your skid over bottoms, hooking a finger on it, lifting, and letting go. Your body jumped, pussy constricting around his length making him groan as he did it again. Once again you reacted the same, hands stretching out before you on the chair, “Mm, you’re so dirty Mr. Jeon.”

He released a low grunt as you began a steady pace of fucking back on his length and he brought his hands away to watch you fuck yourself using him so eagerly. He stood straighter, hands going to his hair to brush it back as you continued to shake your ass on his dick, soft little moans leaving your lips. He licked his lips as he looked down at the view, hand sneaking down your back to your hair, making only so your hips could move as he gave you a small tug. You forced yourself up as a hand came around your stomach and the other around your throat until your back was arched nearly touching his chest. He slid the hand on your stomach down to your pelvis, keeping you in place as he fucked you deeply, face in your neck as his other hand left your throat and traveled to your exposed tits. You smiled at the way he groped your body while fucking you so dirty, “Look at you, you can’t even control yourself.”

“It’s all because of you,” he growled into your throat, sucking on your neck, marking you, “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

You smiled, hand going over the one he had on your breasts forcing his fingers to grope more roughly, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he lifted your hips enough to grind you down on his member, “So you gonna cum? Jieun could get here any second.”

And you were so close. So close that when he pressed his finger against your folds, finding your clit and softly running over it, your thighs shook. And he enjoyed every second of the way your body was always so quick to react to him that he wasn’t even surprised when you released a loud whine as you came. Jungkook’s lips parted in a low groan at the way your pussy flooded his member with release and though he tried holding you through it, you pushed away from him. Jungkook’s hands tried adjusting your bathing suit back into a soft caress as you tried tearing yourself away from him. Jungkook let you go watching you turn, making him go to kiss you when you dropped down onto your stomach, hand coming around his cock and placing your lips around it.

The action alone was enough to make Jungkook drop down onto his hinds, mouth opening in a low moan as he came down your throat, watching you lick up his and your release at once.

In his back pocket, a buzz was felt and as he reached for his phone feeling you lick him clean, he checked the notification.

jieun: we’re getting dinner and going back to his place. pls let y/n know :)

He couldn’t help the small chuckle that left his lips as you finally got up, tucking him back into his jeans and just like that, his hand was holding your chin bringing your lips to his own, “We have all night now. So wash up for dinner, then we’ll see how the night goes.”

You smiled kissing him softly, “Yes, Mr. Jeon, but I’m going to need help getting clean.”

“So needy.”

“But you love it.”

“‘Maybe.” He likes feeling wanted.

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I Can Love You More

*image is NOT mine! Credit goes to original owner*

Summary: Reader is best friends with both Noah and Jolly from Bad Omens. Everyone knows she's in love with Noah, except Noah. When she finally musters up the courage to tell him how she feels, will he reciprocate her feelings or keep her in the friend-zone?

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OFC, Jolly Karlsson x OFC (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ only - do NOT read or even entertain the idea of reading this if you're under 18. HEAVY smut, language, kissing, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), cream pie. Buckle up ya'll 🥵

Word Count: Honestly, I never do this 🙄

Enjoy! 😊🫠

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Rain poured in what felt like sheets from a dark and foreboding sky and yet a slew of concert goers were still lined up outside in parkas, hats and umbrellas waiting to get into Rock Rimmon to see Bad Omens. Luckily for me, being best friends with two of it's members had it's perks: Noah Sebastian & Jolly Karlsson. I had grown up with Noah and had known Jolly since he joined the band. Nick and Nicholas were family. Period. I would gladly lay down my life for anyone of these men...especially Noah. I had been in love with him since we were kids. The other guys always give me shit about it and, of course, Noah remains oblivious to it all.

The green room housed all of us sitting around the 'L' shaped sectional, massive folding table adorned with various drinks and snacks along the back wall closest to the 'EXIT' that lead to the stage. A smaller side door on the other side of the room lead to the venue parking lot out back where the bus and other vehicles belonging to the crew sat.

I was nervous tonight. It was the boys' last show for a three month hiatus before going overseas. A trip in which Jolly kept bugging me to tag along for but I was reluctant. After tonight, I had planned on having a come-to-Jesus meeting with Noah to tell him how I was head over feet in love with him. An elbow into my side interrupted my train of thought.

"We're on in 5, bella", Jolly said softly, nudging his head towards the stage door. I sighed and tried to give him my best supportive smile and wrapped my arms around his borad shoulders, the leather jacket he wore crackling under my touch. I pulled away, brushed his long hair away from his face and kissed his cheek. He smiled and stood up, hauling me to my feet so I could hug Nick and fist bump Nicholas.

Noah's 6'3 frame suddenly clouded my vision and I had to crane my neck back to look up at him. For the umpteenth time, I got lost in his chocolate depths as his dark hair fell over his eyes. The black tank clung to his muscular tattooed body like a second skin and those tight black sweat pants left nothing to the imagination. My mouth watered and my panties grew damp. No doubt other female fans would be experiencing the same.

"What, no hug or fist bump for me, pretty girl?", he asked. I briefly closed my eyes at the nickname, letting the sound of his voice wash over me like waves. I inwardly sighed and raised my eyes to him again.

"Would you rather I give you something else, Noah?", I said softly. Noah lifted a brow at me.

"Any suggestions?", he asked with a smirk. Without thinking, I slid my hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders before going to my tip toes and planting a barely there kiss to his cheek that was dangerously close to the side of his mouth before turning and walking through the stage door.

Noah looked over at Jolly in confusion who merely shrugged and shot him a half smile. Noah frowned again as he followed Jolly through the stage door.

The bus ride to the hotel was quiet. I don't blame the guys. They put on one bitchin' of a show and I knew they were all exhausted. The ground outside the hotel was saturated with water, the raining still coming down in heavy drops. Who's idea was it to play in Georgia during severe thunder storm season?

Once we all grabbed our bags and suitcases, we all made a beeline for the doors. For all the good that did, everyone of us ended up soaked. I stood in the lobby talking with Nick and Nicholas while Jolly checked us in. Noah sat in one of the chairs, head resting on the back with his eyes closed. His neck tattoo shone like a beacon on display.

Jolly approached us a few minutes later, handing out key cards. He paused when he handed me mine and I shot him a confused look.

"They're short on rooms so you and Noah will have to bunk together", he all but whispered. I shook my head violently in fear before snatching his key card and heading towards the elevator. Jolly chuckled.

The next day, it was still raining as we all boarded the bus. I needed coffee more than life. As if reading my mind, Noah handed me a cup of the steaming brew as I sat at the table, diving into a muffin.

"My hero", I smiled. Noah winked before plopping himself down next to me despite there not being anyone across from us.

"You're staring at me, Noah. Why?", I asked, side eyeing him and taking a sip of coffee.

"Why didn't you bunk with me last night? We've roomed before and it wasn't an issue. Thought your pants were on fire the way you ran to the elevator with Jolly's card", Noah replied with a grin.

"Just thought I would give you privacy. Was a pretty boss show last night and you had a few hot VIP's", I shrugged. Noah scowled at the insinuation I threw at him.

"I didn't take anyone back", he said, voice hard with irritation. I looked at him in shock. Noah wasn't a womanizer but he hooked up at almost every major city. It broke my heart, made me sick every time but I had no one to blame. I never made a move out of pure fear of being rejected.

2 weeks later...

I was so relieved at being back in L.A in my own bed. Here, I could do what I wanted and had the room for it. Mostly, cleaning and binge watching Spartacus.

It was 2AM when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up, alerting me Jolly sent a text.

J: You tell him yet, bella?

Me: My God, bestie, it's 2AM! How did you even know I was up?

J: Seriously? 😒

Me: Point noted and NO

J: Why the fuck not!? It's been 2 weeks since we've been home. Get your ass to his room!

I rolled my eyes before tossing my phone back on my nightstand. I ran a hand through my long dark hair and sighed before getting up to pace. Sighing again, I made my way to Noah's room down the hall. Stopping at his door, I noticed soft blue light coming from under the door.

I knocked twice before the door opened, revealing a shirtless Noah clad only in boxers. My mouth suddenly went dry as I aimed to pull my t-shirt down a little farther to no avail. I wasn't exactly model-thin. In fact, I was quite heavier, around 175. Noah's eyes raked over my form and he smirked before opening the door for me. He shut it behind me once I sat down on his unmade bed and the fact he locked the door wasn't lost on me.

My heart was racing, my breathing labored as I crossed my legs Indian style, putting one of his pillows in my lap.

"You shouldn't feel like you have to cover up around me. I'm your best friend. I know everything about you", Noah said, turning off his computer. The room was shrouded in dark until a lamp came on in the corner of the room. It offered little light but at least I could see him.

"Noah...", I trailed off not wanting to have this discussion. He sauntered over to me and snatched his pillow from my lap before tossing it behind him. I glared at him.

"Why are you here tonight, pretty girl?", Noah asked softly, chocolate eyes roaming over me.

"I just...", I started but failed. My words were lost. Trapped by my emotions and the fact I was terrified. Noah uncrossed my legs, draping them over his hips so I was facing him directly, and clasped his hands behind my lower back. This position forced me to look at him but I still tried ducking my head. Noah lifted my chin but I kept my gaze down cast.

"Look at me, pretty girl. Now", he stated. His tone of voice had me snapping my eyes to him. "Mmm...good girl". In that moment, the thin silk panties I was wearing offered no barrier to the wave of slick that entered them. Noah's nostrils flared as he tilted his head to the side. I swallowed.

"Noah...I've known you my whole life. You know me better than anyone and I'm--", I started but I cut myself off due to the look on his face. His eyes were blown wide with lust.

"Keep going, pretty girl. Focus for me", he replied, his lips inches from mine.

"I love you", I whispered and I felt Noah go stiff. The silence in the room was deafening. I didn't dare look at him as I shut my eyes to avoid the rejection I was going to get hit with.

"Do you now?", Noah replied. Grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of my head had my eyes flying open to meet a gaze so heated that I thought I would catch on fire. His other hand came up to wrap around my neck, squeezing just enough for me to feel the power he held. I nodded as best as I could, my body trembling.

"Show me then", he said before crashing his lips to mine. The shock of his lips on mine had me gasping and he took full advantage to taste my mouth with a tongue so wicked that my hands fisted his sheets and my thighs tighened around his waist, the massive erection he was sporting prodding my soaked panties.

The kiss was bruising, slow and unforgiving. Noah drank from me and inhaled my breath into his own mouth like a reverse shotgun. My hands shot to his hair, gripping the silky strands and he moaned. The vibrations went straight to my soaked panties, my pussy clenching around nothing, as another wave of slick filled them. Noah broke the kiss to trail hot open mouthed kisses down my neck and bit down right where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking the skin. Marking me. The sounds that came out of me were filthy. I couldn't help it.

Breaking the hold Noah had on me, he yanked my shirt over my head before tossing it over his shoulder. One large tattooed hand gathered both of mine together, placing them over my head as he layed me down. The other danced patterns on my skin, trailing over my breasts, stomach and grazing the inside of my thighs where he pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

"All this syrup for me, pretty girl? I'm flattered. I'm going to devour you with my tongue and then split you open and destroy you on my cock", Noah said darkly before shifting himself down between my thighs. I stared at him in shock as he ripped my panties in two before tossing the scraps away. Without any further warning, he lowered his head, his lips attached to my swollen clit as he thrust two expertly long fingers inside my dripping cunt to the knuckles and curled. The action had me throwing my head back and screaming out his name at the orgasm that hit me out of nowhere.

Slow licks, fingers thrusting and curling against my g-spot had me coming all of three times. My legs were shaking, a thin layer of sheen covered my body and I was sure I had destroyed Noah's sheets. I tried to push his head away from me, the sensitivity to my clit and overworked cunt too much to handle but he didn't waver and managed to pull another orgasm from me that damn near had my body snapping as I threw my head back, gripping his sheets for anchorage and my thighs tightened around his head.

"Please, Noah...! Give me your cock. Please, please...I need you", I begged, trying to catch my breath. Noah lifted his head and crawled slowly up my body. Somewhere in all of this, he got rid of his boxers and I caught a glimpse of the monster he was hiding. No way in Hades would that fit. He chuckled again before lowering himself to thrust his tongue past my lips at the same time his long, thick cock pirced my pussy and hit my cervix to the base. The sudden onslaught, feeling that full, had me tearing my lips from his to scream out an orgasm so blinding I almost passed out. Noah slapped a hand over my mouth, the other coming back around my neck as he thrust brutally inside my walls. In. Out. In. Out. Hard, deep and relentless.

"Noah, please, I can't...you're too big", I begged, my nails raking down his back.

"Yes, you can...Come on, pretty girl... Squeeze my cock...give me all of you", he said against my lips. Was there really anything left to give? He had my heart and now my body. He owned me.

"Mine", Noah snarled.

More thrusts, faster this time. Deeper, if that was possible. The head of his cock kept hitting my cervix. The orgasm that shimmered just below the surface was going to ruin me. My thighs tightened around his hips as he jackhammered himself inside me and with one final thrust, he unloaded thick ropes of hot cum against my walls, the act causing the orgasm that was building to unleash. I threw my head back and screamed into Noah's hand. My back bowed and his other hand left my neck to wrap his arm underneath me, my thighs squeezed his hips again and my dripping cunt clamped down on his cock. His hips slowed as he held himself inside me and rained kisses all over my skin where he could reach.

"Noah..", I whispered, my body slack in his hold. He kissed my forehead, wrapping his long arms and legs around me like a cage.

"Sleep, pretty girl...just sleep", Noah whispered back, his softening cock slipping from the tight confines of my now aching cunt. My eyes fell shut, the sound of Noah's breathing lulling me to sleep...

Thank you for reading 😉

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: i really just wanted to write some soft brady and then a little smut snuck in there whoops (don’t think anyone will complain lol) but anyway, i love this version of soft, domestic brady and i needed it for my sanity 🫠 also if anyone has any idea what brady’s dogs’ names are, that would be helpful otherwise i’m either going to rename them or just keep referring to them as “the dogs” 😭

word count: 3.2k

tw: pregnancy, innuendo, grinding, nipple play, otherwise it’s mostly just domestic fluff

summary: a quiet night in with brady gets handsy and then it’s not such a quiet night anymore

Brady’s sitting at the foot of the bed, baby monitor in hand, when you pad out of the bathroom, letting a cloud of lavender and eucalyptus steam dissipate into the air. He looks up at you and offers up a tired smile, “baby duck’s out like a light and I only had to read Curious George three times tonight.” He pauses and adds, “dogs are standing guard in the hallway outside her room too.”

“Down from four,” you smile, “I’m impressed, daddy.”

Brady’s lips tilt up in a smirk - you know exactly what you’re doing - and he sets the baby monitor down on the mattress. “Thought you were going to wait for me,” he says, “so we could shower together?”

You shake your head a little, the towel gaping open over your bump, exposing most of your lower half to your husband. You don’t miss the way his gaze flickers down to the swell of your stomach and lower. “I needed to wash off the day,” you say around a little yawn. “Growing two more Skjei babies is exhausting work.”

“C’mere,” he waves his hand in the air, pats the mattress. “Let me take care of you.”

Brady gets up from the mattress and pulls you in for a sweet kiss, cupping your jaw in one hand. You smile against his lips and sit down heavily on the mattress when he pulls away. Your hand automatically finds the curve of your stomach, the bump feeling harder and the babies rolling around under your skin. One of them kicks at your palm and you smile, hormonal tears welling up. You’ll never get over the feeling of them wiggling around inside of you.

“Lay back, sweetheart,” Brady encourages you softly, holding your Nivea body lotion in one hand. “Full service lotion and massage coming up.”

“Full service?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him while you lean back, hauling a pillow from the top of the bed down to tuck under your head. The towel that was barely wrapped around your body to begin with falls to your sides, leaving you completely exposed to Brady, the swell of your stomach blocking your view of him a little.

He gazes at you softly, eyes lingering on your fuller breasts and bare cunt. You prop up on the pillow a bit, smiling to yourself when you see the tenting behind his boxers. Not that you’re quite in the mood for sex right now, nausea your ever-present companion this pregnancy, but it’s nice to know that Brady’s still attracted to you.

“If that’s what you want,” Brady laughs quietly, pumping some lotion into the palm of his hand. He lifts your left foot and sets it on his thigh so he can start rubbing lotion into your skin. “You know I’m always happy to get my hands on you in any way I can.”

You hum happily, the faint pulse between your legs only adding to the experience of Brady’s impromptu massage. His thumbs dig into the ball of your foot and you groan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. “Right there, oh my god. I didn’t realize how sore my feet were,” you sigh, wiggling your toes in his grip.

Brady continues his massage, making sure each of your muscles are loose before moving on. The babies tumble around in your womb, the familiar feeling as reassuring as your own heartbeat.

“Should we find you better sneakers or something?” Brady asks, switching to lotion and massage your other foot. Your leg splays out to the side, giving him the perfect view of your cunt and normally you’d feel mild embarrassment about being so exposed, even to your husband, but you’re too tired to even care. “You shouldn’t be wearing anything that has bad support.”

“Mhm, my Adidas ones are fine,” you hum, eyes closing a little as Brady’s hands work lotion into your skin. He massages the backs of your thighs and slides his hands under your body to cop a feel of your ass, under the guise of lotioning you up there too. You crack an eye open at him and he’s smiling boyishly. His hair flops over his forehead a little, eyes sparkling.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. “You know I love your ass.”

“It used to be so nice too,” you sigh mournfully. You’re flatter than a pancake now, no matter how many pregnancy-safe squats you do. Brady pinches you gently.

“Still really nice,” he says, drawing his hands around your sides and resting them on your hips. “Whole body is gorgeous, my beautiful wife.”

You wrinkle your nose at him, “flatterer.” Your foot kicks gently at his thigh and he sticks his tongue out at you playfully. He sits in between your legs, dragging you forward a little so your legs are on either side of his, ass in the cradle of his legs, cunt nearly pressed against his clothed cock. More lotion gets pumped into his hands and he takes a minute to warm it up before smoothing it over the swell of your stomach. His hands are huge and span nearly across the entire bump, radiating warmth and making the babies kick.

“Can’t wait to feel these guys kick,” he says, rubbing his thumbs in little arcs over your skin. You can feel them react to his touch and smile softly.

“They’re going nuts right now,” you reply, shifting slightly. You wince when one of them gets a good, hard kick in. “All the Skjei babies love listening to their Daddy’s voice.”

He huffs a little laugh through his nose and continues massaging lotion into your skin, until your stomach is practically shiny. “How were salt and pepper today? Behaving?” He presses a kiss to your stomach, resting his cheek against the peak of the swell briefly. The rasp of his playoff beard against your skin sends a little shiver up your spine and heat between your legs.

You grin at the nicknames - ever since you’d found out it was twins, you and Brady have been referring to them by the names of famous duos. It’s been fun coming up with new pairings whenever you talk about the twins.

“Rolling around in there like little athletes-to-be,” you run a hand through Brady’s hair. “Salt’s hanging out low on my bladder and Pepper’s wedged up under my ribs. It already feels like they’re running out of room and we still have three and a half months to go.”

“Behave for your mama,” Brady mumbles against your stomach, tapping at the sides of your stomach with his fingers. The babies react to his voice and touch, jockeying for space and you wince a little until they settle. Brady looks up at you and once he’s satisfied that you’re comfortable, he adds another layer of lotion to your stomach before working his way up your chest, being gentle around your sore, swollen breasts. You sigh contentedly and relax back into the mattress, watching Brady’s hands work slowly and methodically over your chest, thumbs carefully passing over your nipples. They tighten under his touch and Brady smirks at you.

“My second favorite set of twins,” he teases, laughing. “Getting bigger by the day.”

“Shut up, perv,” you tease back, rolling your leg to knock against his side with your knee. “These are functional tits now, not for play.”

“Let me know when they’re for fun again,” Brady grins, still working his fingers over your skin. Your body knows and loves his touch, fingertips tingling and stomach tightening. You exhale, dropping your head back against the pillow and spreading your legs open a little wider. The hard press of Brady’s cock against your core is nice, the heat making you wiggle against him. His fingers falter a little against your skin.

You hum. “Maybe they can handle a little fun,” you murmur, pressing down as best you can over Brady’s groin. “Just a little.”

“Tell me when you’ve had enough, sweetheart,” Brady replies, rolling one of your pebbled nipples with his fingers You hiss at the sensation, arching a little into his touch. His other hand kneads at the swell of your breast, fingers digging into the curve that spills to the side of your torso. A frisson of desire curls your toes and you push up on one hand, trying to get a little more pressure from Brady’s cock.

“Ah, I…” you trail off, finding the position that has the ridge of Brady’s erection pressed right up against your swollen clit. “Oh! There!”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Brady murmurs, dipping his head to kiss you, sliding his tongue over your lower lip. His hips move slowly under you, rolling up into yours and pressing his cock against your clit. You sigh into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck and nails scratching gently at his skin. He trails his mouth down over your neck, kissing and sucking lightly until he gets to the swell of your breast. He presses a sweet kiss to the top curve and then sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the pebbled nub. He pulls back almost as quick, sticking his tongue out and frowning. “Ugh, maybe I should’ve done that before lotioning you up. You taste like Nivea.”

You giggle, breathless. “Could’ve been worse,” you murmur, using your grip around his neck to shift until you’re straddling him, the curve of your stomach pressed against his, your clit right over his cock. His hands wrap around your back and hold you in place so you can grind down over him at your own pace. “At least I’m clean.”

Brady’s hips bounce up into yours and his hands roam up and down your back, the tight coil of your building orgasm gripping your lower stomach. You bury your face in his neck and gasp, arousal trickling down your thighs and soaking the fabric of Brady’s boxers. The damp fabric rubs against your clit, giving you just enough friction that you’re coming with a gush over Brady’s lap, panting from the exertion of moving your body and the diminished lung capacity from your growing stomach. All the extra blood flow in your body has you over sensitive and it’s never been easier to come, when you’re in the mood.

“Good girl,” Brady praises you, smoothing down your hair and pressing kisses over the parts of your face he can reach. “Feels good, right? Having a little fun?”

“Mhm,” you hum tiredly, slumped over his chest, thighs shaking. The babies kick wildly, your heartbeat jackhammering in your chest. “No more fun, too tired.”

Your husband laughs and lets you drape over him like a limp rag. “I know, but you needed that,” he scrapes his hand through your hair, pulling out the loose hair tie with the other before working your hair back up into a messy bun. “You feel like you’re about to pass out.”

“Just wanna cuddle with you,” you murmur, kissing the side of his neck. You shift on his lap, erection still poking into your ass. You feel bad, but your entire body is limp and you couldn’t help Brady get off if you tried.

Brady adjusts you, bracing one arm under your ass so he can lie you back down on the mattress. The front of his boxers are a mess and you wince at the tented fabric. He catches where your gaze lands and shakes his head, “hey, don’t worry about me. I’m going to clean you up and we’ll get into bed for some rest, okay?”

You yawn and nod, thighs still trembling as Brady goes about wiping between your legs with the towel from your shower. He finishes applying lotion to your arms, lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing them when he’s done. At one point, he gets off the bed and comes back with your preferred loungewear - an extremely oversized waffle knit set of wide legged pants and pullover - gently manipulating your limbs into the fabric.

“You’re so good,” you mumble, half asleep. You crawl under the covers, pushing a pillow between your legs to get comfortable.

“You make it easy,” Brady counters, swapping his wet boxers for a clean pair before climbing into bed behind you. He pulls you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head under his chin. One palm is warm and solid, curved protectively over your stomach. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

You’re asleep before he even finishes talking, waking up later, when you hear some noise coming from the baby monitor. A muffled grumble is all you can manage before Brady is kissing the top of your head, telling you that he’s got it. The mattress dips and shifts as he gets up and even though sleep is pulling at your eyelids, you start to wake up, yawning.

Through the monitor, you can hear Brady talking softly to Daphne, her toddler gibberish coming through loud and clear. A tap on the screen of your phone informs you that it’s only 2 in the morning, and she’s been sleeping through the night for at least a year now, so you wonder what woke her up. You roll over slightly and watch on the little screen as Brady lifts your daughter out of her crib, the dogs gathered around his legs. Daphne wraps her little arms and legs around Brady like an octopus and your heart squeezes at how cute they are, even in the shitty screen of the monitor. Brady stands by the crib, swaying a little, clearly trying to get her back to sleep.

It obviously doesn’t work, because soon enough, Brady is making his way out of the nursery that won’t be the nursery for much longer. The dogs follow him out of the room and in a few seconds, Brady’s back in your room, Daphne curled up against his shoulder and a wry smile on his face.

“What happened?” You ask quietly, pulling the covers back so they can join you in bed. The dogs are nowhere to be found and you assume they’re in a pile in the hallway as usual.

“Hi, mama!” Daphne chirps, too awake for this early in the morning. Her tiny fists are curled around the corner of her blanket and the collar of Brady’s shirt and she beams at you with that adorable toddler smile you love so much.

“Hi, my little duck,” you hold out your arms for her and she releases Brady to come to you, tucked safety against your chest, hand splayed right over your heart. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

Brady pulls the covers up around the three of you and props his head up on his hand, looking down at Daphne with a soft expression on his face.

“See nana,” she says against your shirt. “Time see nana?”

You stroke her soft hair, pulling the messy pieces off her forehead. “Oh, not yet, baby. It’s not time to see Nana. She’s coming in a couple of days, for Daddy’s big games,” you murmur soothingly. Brady’s parents are coming to Raleigh for the start of the playoffs in a few days and Daphne’s beyond excited to see them.

“Nana’s coming soon,” Brady promises. “But you have to go to sleep.”

“Nana now!” Daphne huffs, kicking her little feet. “See nana!”

“We’re going to spend so much time with Nana,” you continue to stroke her hair, encouraged by the way her eyelids take a few extra second to open when she blinks. “After Daddy’s big games, we’re going to Minnesota and we’re going to see Nana every day.”

You look over at Brady, “that reminds me, we need to finalize the plans. Because I don’t want to be flying back and forth after a certain point and I don’t want Hall and Oates to be born in Minnesota.”

He rubs his hand over Daphne’s back steadily. “We can always drive. But we’ll be back home weeks before the babies are due,” he reassures you. “Can’t stay too long anyway, with training camp starting.”

You hum, looking forward to a few weeks in Minnesota with Brady’s family and a quiet summer spent by the lake. Daphne tugs at your shirt and you look down at her, waiting. She pats your stomach and grins, “babies! Mama babies!”

“That’s right,” you smile tiredly, cuddling her close. “The babies are here with Mama and Daddy. They’re Daphne’s babies, right? You’re going to be such a good big sister.”

She wriggles away from your embrace, flopping onto her back, arms and legs starfished in between you and Brady. Heaving a sigh that’s very dramatic for such a small frame, she reaches one hand to grab at Brady’s shirt again. “Dada, book?” She blinks up at him with wide eyes and a little smile.

Brady’s head falls back against the pillow dramatically and you giggle along with Daphne, who’s amused by Daddy’s silliness.

“Daffy duck wants another story?” Brady asks, kissing Daphne’s cheeks until she’s giggling madly, squirming around on the bed. You don’t love that he’s riling her up, but they’re honestly too adorable to say anything.

“Book!” She confirms on a giggled squeal. “George!”

“Curious George?” Brady groans. “Nothing else?

Daphne shakes her head at him with a wide smile on her face. You laugh at him, “that’s one on the Curious George count for today.”

“Don’t remind me,” he mutters, climbing back out of bed and flipping the covers up so you both stay warm. Daphne presses her blanket close to her face and yawns, rolling onto Brady’s side of the bed while he’s gone. You pat at her little pajama covered butt and she whips her head over to give you a little squint.

“No, mama!” She tells you seriously. “I s’eep.”

You barely stifle a snort. This kid.

“Okay, baby, you sleep,” you tell her, managing to smile just a little bit. “We’ll keep the bed warm for Daddy.”

Brady’s back less than two minutes later, bright yellow Curious George book in hand. He stops short when he sees Daphne on his side of the bed and plants his hands on his hips. “Hey, that’s Daddy’s side,” he tells her, faux-seriously, breaking into a chuckle.

She giggles up at him from behind her hands. “Daddy in middle!”

“Nope,” Brady shakes his head, “Daphy in middle. Scoot.”

She wiggles her entire body in the way only a two-year-old can, kicking at blankets and sheets. Brady gives her a little nudge with one hand and she shimmies to the side, making space for him. You wrap her up in your arms, holding her tight, kissing the top of her head.

It’s so early and you’re going to be exhausted in the morning, but as Brady starts reading the book he could definitely recite from memory at this point, Daphne’s attention wholly on the pictures, you’ve never been more glad for the wake up.

Daphne’s little hand wraps around your fingers draped over her little baby gut and her cheek is squished against your inner bicep. Her tiny body radiates heat like a furnace and you’re just soaking up all the moments where it’s just the three of you.

Under the covers, Brady lets his legs drift over and tangle with yours, sharing a soft smile with you over Daphne’s head. He winks at you and you beam back, letting your eyes drift shut and Brady’s voice lull you to sleep.

[doumadono]

sinful sunday!

hear me out here, but Bakugo agreeing to let his gf top for the night, his ego high and all. only for gf to make him just a whimpering and sobbing mess cause she keeps edging him?

(bonus if you feel like it: he explodes the cuffs hes in and pins his girlfriend down, pounding and edging her as revenge🫠)

Warnings: aged-up Bakugo

SINFUL SUNDAY

On that particular day, your dear boyfriend reluctantly acquiesced to let you take the lead, if only for a while. Despite his grumbling and protestations about it being unnecessary and potentially undermining his assertiveness, Bakugo allowed you to slip handcuffs onto his wrists and secure him to the bed frame.

And soon, Bakugo's erect manhood lay proudly against his taut abdomen, appearing exceptionally substantial in your eyes. Its impressive length and girth exuded an intimidating allure.

With a surge of desire, you straddled him, positioning yourself atop his chest. To align his impressive manhood with your eager entrance, you needed to lift yourself almost entirely, owing to his remarkable size. His throbbing head met your slick, dilated folds as you raised your body and guided him along your wet and slippery slit. The sensation of Bakugo against your clitoris was exquisitely tantalizing, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

Slowly, you brought his head to the brink of your entrance. Gently, you lowered yourself, allowing just an inch or two of his imposing presence to slide inside you.

"Damn it," he growled, his voice tense, his restraints tugged upon as he squirmed. "Quit teasing me, doll, and get this cock inside your tight pussy already. Don't make me wait, tsch!"

With a sensual grace, you lifted yourself and then descended, a tantalizing dance of inch-by-inch descent, taking him further within, deeper with each calculated movement. The groans of pleasure escaped your lips as his generous size pushed your limits, venturing into depths you'd never explored before. Your snugness resisted, requiring some effort to yield to his considerable girth. Gazing down between your thighs as you accommodated every inch of your boyfriend's rigid desire, you could still see an inch or so of his impressive shaft outside of your inviting entrance.

And then, it happened. You slowly sank down, fully embracing him, eliciting a low, guttural grunt of pleasure from him. "Oh, fuck, doll…"

Your rhythmic motions continued, a delicious cycle of ascent and descent, allowing only the head of his manhood to linger inside your pulsating core before plunging down, claiming him in full. Katsuki's hips met your movements with a rhythmic arch, creating a playful dance of passion that intensified the penetration. The sensation was electric, leaving both of you consumed by the insatiable desire that coursed through your bodies.

You relished in the distinctive sound of Bakugo's thighs meeting your ass with each time you descended upon him, feeling his entire length penetrate deeply into your core as you arched upward.

"Move it, faster," he demanded with a fierce tone, his teeth gritted. "Don't be so lethargic, nerd. Pick up your pace for fuck's sake."

You continued your sensual ride, maintaining a deliberate, teasing pace, your gaze locked with his, savoring his growing frustration.

"Damn it, you'll drive me wild with your fucking languid movements," he growled, his agitation apparent as he clenched hands in fists in his restraints tightly.

Bakugo met your deliberate descent with passionate, forceful thrusts, his hips arching as much as his restraints allowed. The rhythm of your connection intensified, the intoxicating slap of his skin against yours and the feeling of him delving as deeply as possible, a symphony of desire that enveloped both of you.

As time passed, his patience grew thin, and he decided to employ his quirk to liberate himself from the handcuffs you had placed on him. With a swift motion, he used his powerful quirk, breaking free from the restraints.

Wrapping one of his sinewy arms around you, he deftly rolled, ending up on top of you with a commanding presence, pinning you down securely. His strength was palpable as he held you firmly beneath him, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

He maintained an unwavering grip on your connection, never once allowing himself to slip out. Bakugo's movements were swift and relentless, each thrust propelling him into you and stretching your inner walls. Every time, he savored the symphony of your whimpering, lost in the raw intensity of the moment.

With a bold move, he repositioned you, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, and proceeded to fuck you with an unrestrained fervor. His vigorous actions drew a chorus of moans from your lips as you eagerly indulged in the ecstasy of his touch, pinching your own flesh and arching your back in a pleasurable surrender.

Bakugo's tempo accelerated, the force of his motions intensifying. The bed became a witness to the passionate rhythm, rocking with each of his potent thrusts.

Sensation coursed through Katsuki's body as he neared his climax. In a moment of sheer intensity, he withdrew from your slick, dripping cunt. With a few grunts, he worked his his dick, slick with your shared desire, and released his semen over your abdomen. His words carried a mix of frustration and affection as he gasped, "Don't you ever dare to toy with me like that again, doll. Tsch! I'm not here for fucking games."

[ghxstlly]

Fear x Anger story/Fanfic???👀

(There’s literally none anywhere😭)

Maybe a date night while they’re on dream duty idkkk u pick🫠

Short and sweet :)

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“How can you sit there and watch this shit?” Growling petulantly as he sat himself on the sofa, a mug in both hands, Anger glared up at the screen and shook his head. 

Beside him, lifting his blanket and settling it over the both of them, Fear shrugged, blowing the steam from the top of his mug as Anger passed it to him.

“Riley needs her dreams monitored.” He said simply, taking a careful first sip. “Stress nightmares are a very real possibility right now, what with finals week coming up.”

“I know that,” The red emotion huffed, settling heavily against the cushions and throwing an arm around Fear’s middle, tugging him close. “I just can’t believe this is what those morons down there think pass for dreams these days. What a fucking joke.”

“They’re not that bad,” Glancing sidelong at his partner, a small smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, Fear chuckled lightly. “Sometimes they’re kind of amusing. In a… weird sort of way.”

Frowning back at him, Anger quirked a brow. 

“Christ, the bar really is in the fucking dirt, isn’t it?”

“Well, I mean, come on, look at it this way— at least they’re harmless.”

“Harmless for Riley, maybe, but they make me wanna put my fist through a wall. We gotta watch this garbage, too, so you’d think the assholes making it would have just a little bit of respect for us.”

“Okay, Mister Dramatic—” Fear found himself smirking at that, biting his lip to suppress a little laugh. “You don’t have to watch them, you know. No one’s making you stay.”

Scoffing, Anger rolled his eyes. Though he looked annoyed, it was impossible for Fear to miss the way his arm had tightened about his waist as he lifted his mug to his lips and sipped loudly, as though trying to mask it.

“Bullshit,” The red emotion grumbled into his coffee after a little pause, pointedly ignoring the knowing look taking shape on his partner’s face. “I’d never hear the end of it if I left.”

“Uh-huh. Like that’s ever stopped you before.” Fear hummed as he shifted just a bit closer, snaking an arm around Anger’s shoulders. “For as much as you complain, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to be— you like doing dream duty with me.”

Growling, Anger slumped lower in his seat, his frown deepening despite the warmth that immediately blossomed in his core and rose quickly to his cheeks.

“Bite me.” He muttered almost inaudibly, sighing exaggeratedly as Fear leaned closer still, laying his head atop his.

“It’s okay— you can admit that you like being cozy, holding me, getting some alone time—”

“Fear— this coffee’s really fucking hot, you sure you wanna keep talking?” 

At that, Fear snorted aloud, failing to stifle his laughter, and Anger, amidst an indignant huff, couldn’t help but soften, the corners of his scowl twitching into a faint smile.

“Fine— point taken.” Fear chuckled, pressing his lips to Anger’s temple in a soft, playful kiss. “I am right, though. You love—”

“Fear.”

“Okay, alright— I’ll shut up.”

[lovejosephquinn]

joe coming home from the comic-con in london- he has interacted with so many children that day, so in love with the idea of his own child, so when he comes home he immediately pounces on you begging for a baby, your like “are you serious” 😳, he gives you ‘that look’ he ain’t playin around, you can’t help yourself but to feel so needy for that baby as well, your on him as fast as you can. mouth’s perfectly slotting together, his hands go under your ass, and lift you up as he walks you to the bedroom, but you can’t make it up the stairs, so you make him sit on the step and get down and dirty on the 7th step, you will forever remember that step, the step you and joe made your first child on. me rn 🫠

-🥶

I MEAN HOW COULD I NOT WRITE THIS UGH 💀 oKAY.

Under 18's DNI. Word Count: 1.7k

You couldn't quite believe the words that came out of his mouth, it was something you'd thought about for a while and talked every now and then about, you somehow thought that when he returned home from the con event in London that day that he'd be exhausted and just want to put his feet up, but his thoughts lay elsewhere and all signs pointed to you.

You were reached from behind the sofa which you sat, arms wrapping around your chest and kisses being planted to your neck immediately, disturbing you from the mind numbing truth of evening television, craning your head to the side you welcomed the soft lips that erected goosebumps wherever they touched.

"Hello to you too, Joey." You smiled.

You felt an overwhelming shudder run down your spine when he pressed against a soft spot, his hands running underneath your clothing and firmly massaging your tits, nipples immediately hard from the pinch between his digits.

"Good day?" You tried to make light conversation in hope that he'd actually speak up, nothing could prepare you for what his reply actually was.

"Baby."

"Yes?" Joe moved away, allowing you to come face to face with him as you took a puzzled but amused look at him. He seemed almost drunk, dazed and over excited and you were severely confused yet amused all in the same breath.

Joe ran half a lap around to the sofa, immediately planting himself down next to you, leaning to grab at your side and pull you onto his lap. Stroking his fingers along every crevice of skin he could find, making the rest of you melt into the puddle of mush he brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet in a warm and passionate kiss.

You pulled back hesitantly, mouths still inches away from each other. "Is everything-"

"A baby, let's try for a baby." Joe's pupils had dilated over the soft brown that usually glowed sweetly and you knew he wasn't joking, the sudden demand in his voice left no room for anymore silence, other than the gulp of a whimper you let out.

"Are- are you serious?" You bit your lip in almost a sense of anxiety, you needed the reassurance that he was truly ready.

"Deadly. I've never craved it more, I want us to start a family. I want you to be her, I honestly can say I never realised it until I met all these wonderful little humans today and now I want one of my own. Our own."

You kissed him like your life depended on it, nothing on earth could stop you from throwing your lips back onto his like you did. Tears seeped from the corners of your closed eyes, you felt so close with each other in that one moment, you could have almost become one. You loved this man with all your heart.

"You're really not joking?" You panted for breath as you looked into each others eyes intermittently.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Joe stared with a stern face, a lustful look which assured you deeply.

"It might not happen straight away Joey."

"Then I'll fuck you until you're good and full, so full of it you'll have to get pregnant."

That one sentence had never sounded so sweet yet so sexy at the same time and you were ready, grabbing a fist full of his curls and pulling him into a faster more desperate kiss, tongues colliding, lips smacking, moans greatly received from one vocal chord to the other.

"Please." You whispered.

Joe hooked his hands underneath your ass, lifting you up with him as he stood to his feet, you wrapped your legs around him for full support, undressing each other as you walked, crashing into walls and making out at each stop, the fire had never been so fuelled.

You were fully naked and fully soaked by his words by the time you'd got to the bottom of the stairs, completely hooked by each others sentiments and the entire reason you were to be under sexual desire this time around.

Joe climbed half way up the staircase, halting about three quarters of the way up, carefully and skilfully swinging himself around to sit on the step with you straddled around his lap still, Joe spat onto his hand, rubbing fiercely between the gap which hit your aching clit, preparing you for the erection that stood proudly next to where he was rapidly working at. You threw your head back in sheer pleasure, his mouth came down to work at your nipples, sucking and nibbling on each in it's own turn, your moans electrifying the air and his senses to push him even further to the brink.

"Are we going to make it u-upstairs?" You muttered, pulling his hair back so he could get a good look at you from where he'd lowered himself to your chest.

"Fuck it, I'll breed you right here."

You lifted yourself up, excited at the notion that he couldn't wait to be inside you. His cock filled you instantly as you lowered yourself down with his help, his fingers wrapped around the base to keep it stood, it didn't need it exactly, but that way it would just allow your cunt to swallow it beautifully.

"Yes love, that's it. Bounce on my cock. You want this? You want me to fuck this baby into you?"

You couldn't help but moan at his words, the filth, the purity of it all, it was something sacred yet feral.

"You've never felt so good Joey." You had your hands settled on his shoulders, whilst his hands were firmly clutched to your hips, helping you to gain a better pace.

"Fucking ride me like that." Your waist thrusted back in fourth in torment, so badly racing to the finish line to find that release you oh so needed before Joe did.

"So good." You panted, your foreheads came together, beads of sweat hung against one another, your sweet spots enlarging the ball of pleasure knotting tightly inside your stomach. Your walls clenched and you squealed out when Joe bucked his hips up inside of you, your slick coating around the length of his erection, your lips parted as sharp breathes squirmed out of you, your body tightening and then relaxing one after the other.

"Keep going, I'm so close. Going to cum so deep inside you." Joe lifted you, keeping you in place as he thrusted upward inside of you at an erratic speed, making you almost welp from the orgasm you were still busy riding out.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." Joe cried out suddenly, one final hard thrust saw your cunt milking him dry. So much build up, so much tension had caused him to fill you with his seed so well as he'd first intended.

You both remained as you were for a good while, Joe refused to push you off of him until his seed planted itself inside of you good and proper. You sat and basked in the silence, your lungs both in need of the oxygen before either of you spoke a word.

"We might have done it." You broke the tranquility.

"We might have." Joe confirmed back to you, an adoring smile leaving his features which sparkled in a way it never had before.

Joe lent back, one elbow propped against the step, his hand coming to rub against your stomach, of course you were not to be pregnant as of yet, but the hope and sincerity was entirely there and it had never been more a beautiful image than when you saw him run his hand where a baby might start to grow.

"Come on, you got this." You giggled slightly at his words, taking a deep breath before lifting his chin with your finger for his eyes to meet yours again.

"We got this." You took a hefty nod at each other, Joe lifted you off carefully.

You sat naked side by side on the step you had just potentially created life on, remembering the moment with silent flashbacks entering the proximity of your minds.

"Just to be sure though..." Joe nudged you.

"What do you mean?" You furrowed your brow.

"Just to be sure, I'm a man of my word. It won't be long until I'm fucking you as hard as I can again, filling you. I said I'd fill you until the deed was done, I meant it."

He'd turned you on with a simple statement, a fucking beautiful yet deadly serious promise.

Standing up from the step and walking up a step for him to get a full view of you in all your naked glory. "What're you waiting for?"

You walked on up the stairs without a second look back, swinging your hips slightly, Joe put two and two together quickly, a bite of his lip and he followed you like a sheep to truly fulfil his duty.

[jhoneybees]

The Cowboy and The Beekeeper.(Chapter 1)

Hello sir🫠

Welcome to the first chapter of my first series!! I'm so excited to see what you all think and hope you all like it :) this chapter is written in a third person's point of view but don't worry the other chapters will be written in a second point of view and the reader doesn't have age regression in the first chapter, they will get it tho, I promise☝️ Thank you to everyone who took part on the poll! I would've had a hard time choosing😅

Taglist: @hooked-on-elvis @scarlettlight06

Characters: 60s!Cowboy!Elvis X Beekeeper!fem!Reader

Warnings/triggers: third person pov, mentions of blood, injuries, wounds,guns, bullets

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Deep red descending from a painful wound on his arm, caused by an enemy’s hot pistol. Elvis wearing a green buttoned up shirt that's torn and in need of repair. He rides his stallion far and long in the never ending landscapes of distant mountains, scattering heights of green trees and grass. He’s exhausted and the blazing sun beaming down on his tan skin isn't helping. Creating an uncomfortably warm sensation in the wound and making his breath heave from the heat.

He’s hungry, thirsty, just wanting somewhere to rest. Riding and riding over hills and through valleys Elvis finally spots a house placed in the middle of a small plain, with a relieved but nervous sigh, he trots down.

Once halted in front of the fence gate, he dismounts and quickly ties the leading rope to one of the posts, making sure to hide his revolver a little in its holster. His bloody hand pressing firmly over his upper arm, Elvis walks through, up to the front door of the unknown house and knocks three times. Getting no response Elvis Disappointedly walks back and just as he unties the rope, a voice calls out “Hey! Can I help you?” Elvis lifts his head and looks towards the direction of the voice, meeting a pretty lady standing next to a group of beehives, wearing beige coloured pants and a buttoned up collared shirt. He sheepishly smiles “Hello! Yeah, if i ain’t botherin!”

the lady snickers and shakes her head “Not at all!” as she makes her way over, she carries a hat with a wide rim, a mesh material draping over. Loudly sighing, she places the hat on a fence post and rests a hand on her hip “What can I do for you?” again she smiles kindly, her eyes travelling down to his arm seeing his blood covered hand, Elvis breathes out a chuckle “Well uh, if ya don’t mind..uh- could I rest here?” raising his eyebrows in question, he nervously smiles earning a nod “Oh! Of course! And something for that as well…” she states whilst pointing a finger. Elvis looking down with a sheepish smile, the lady picking her hat back up, she turns towards the front door. Elvis ties the rope back and follows her inside. Looking around the place, he sighs contently and looks back at the friendly lady closing the front door. She walks past him, unconsciously putting her hat on a nearby table. Waving a hand, she guides him to the guest room. Letting Elvis in to sit at the edge of the bed “Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back” at her words he nods and watches as the lady walks off. Taking off his hat and with one hand he effortlessly unbuckles his gun holster, sighing relieved.

Footsteps getting closer and closer, holding a wooden box the lady returns “Alright! Now let’s take a look..uhm, could you take your shirt off please?” She smiles awkwardly earning a small grin from Elvis, taking a seat next to him, she waits for him to finish removing his torn shirt. The lady uncovers the box and rummages inside “How did you get the wound?” she asks, Elvis rubbing the back of his neck “Ah got in a bit of a tussle with some folks…” the lady nods “Hmm was it from a gun?” With a slow hesitant nod Elvis sighs “Yeah…” with a second nod, the lady picks out a wrapped up piece of fabric, unravelling to reveal a variety of tools. Laying a gentle hand on his arm, she inspects the injury. Noticing something shiny buried in the bloody flesh “I’m gonna take the bullet out so just try your best to not move too much” Elvis raises his eyebrows “Ma’am?” the lady smiles reassuringly at him “I’ll be quick” gulping silently, Elvis holds his breath. With a swift and experienced motion, the lady carefully pokes a pair of tweezers inside the wound, earning a pained groan from Elvis, getting a hold of the bullet, she pulls it out and lays it on an old rag “There” Elvis looks down and sees the bullet covered in blood, blinking blankly “Man, you was quick” the lady snickers “Told you, I would be” grabbing a small jar from the box, she opens the lid and swipes the strange substance onto a linen cloth “What’s that?” Elvis questions, the lady lifts her head “It’s a homemade ointment” giving the man a gentle smile, Elvis smiles back “It smells nice..” with a soft hum “It’s made of mostly honey, from my hives” the lady explains. She lightly pats the linen cloth around the wound, careful to not send a sharp sting. Her eyes trail up to look at Elvis who is looking down at the floor “I never got your name” Elvis turns his head “Elvis..Elvis Presley” he smiles, the lady breathes out a laugh “Y/n L/n” shyly chuckling, Elvis rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and rubs his thigh.

Finishing with the ointment, Y/n begins to wrap a bandage around his upper arm. Adjusting the placement as she goes, her eyes wander up to his blue eyes making her gulp quietly and her heart rate beating a little faster. She didn’t really take much notice of his features until now, feeling a slight squeeze in her heart. Her chest rising and falling in one slow breath, her hands gently holding his arm up with her soft fingers, with a soft squeeze she creates an indent from the pressure. Imagining what it would feel like to be held in his arms, breathing in sharply, she snaps herself out of her thoughts and lowers her eyes to the task in hand.

Elvis’ eyes trail around the room, seeing blankets nicely folded upon an old woven chair and baskets stacked in the corner. Bringing his hand to wipe under his nose, he looks at Y’n’s shoes, wandering up to her hands, noticing the bones move delicately under her skin on the back of her hands, wondering if her hands are soft like they present themselves as. Silently letting out air through his nose as his view travels further up to her chest, watching as it rises and falls in a graceful fashion. Clearing his throat when he realises what he’s doing and looks back down at the floor.

The room falls silent as they unknowingly admire each other’s complexion, their breaths, the distant ticking of the clock and birds whistling outside, the only sounds filling their ears until an unexpected meow enters the room. The both of them turning their heads to find a fluffy ginger cat, glancing at one another. Y/n clears her throat “Oh! Rosie, come here baby” Elvis looks at Y/n, the lady looks at him with a sheepish smile “She’s my cat, Rosemary” Elvis nods quietly and lets out a slight chuckle “Oh..” the cat jumping up onto the bed between them, sitting down with her paws elegantly placed in front and her chest out confidently. Looking up at Elvis with her feline green eyes. Smiling small, Y/n snickers “She’s usually quite curious with guests..” Rosemary lets out another meow, making Elvis smile “And quite vocal ” they both quietly laugh.

The feline taking her eyes away from Elvis, she stands up and walks around behind him, sitting down again next to his cowboy hat and gun holster. Lowering her head to have a sniff of the hat only for her to retract her head back slightly making Elvis chuckle “She’s probably smellin’ Rising sun” Y/n cranes her neck a little to see Rosemary then glances at Elvis “I’m guessing that’s your horse?” he nods, keeping his eyes on the ginger cat.

Straightening her posture, Y/n finishes up with the bandaging and puts everything back in the box. Elvis lifts his head as she stands up with the box in her arms “Thank you Y/n” he grins, Y/n nods her head “You’re welcome Elvis” smiling subtly “You’d probably wanna wash the blood off your hands..” Elvis glances down at his hands and nods.”The tap is outside” the lady states “I’ll start on dinner” she shyly excuses herself out of the room.

Elvis watches as she walks away, sighing again he turns to see Rosemary pushing his hat with her little nose. A small smile playing on his lips.

[theemporium]

oof naive innocent shy reader and charlos… it can’t get any better than that. they’d be so gentle with her in the way they hold her and talk to her but at the same time so stern and strict about what she should and shouldn’t do whether in public or in the bedroom.

and in my head i think this particular dynamic would start as charles and reader being childhood friends. charles is used to her being shy, he’s always trying to reassure her, always has a hand caressing her, and makes sure she stays clinging to his side when visiting him at races, he can’t stand the thought of any of the other drivers even laying their eyes on her, let alone talking to her when he’s not there. it’s a bit weird but she doesn’t seem to mind, she’s always had a tiny crush on charles so she likes to feel close to him, doesn’t mind that he doesn’t let any other guy talk to her when he’s around.

she only meets carlos bc he’s teammates with charles. and one day when shes visiting for a race weekend, carlos finds her sitting alone so he sits down next to her and starts talking to her. she’s so nervous because like he’s just so damn fine??? shes playing with her fingers, not daring to look at her friend’s teammate but he stops her fidgeting putting a hand over hers. and he decides to make a small move on you, he lifts your chin up with his other hand so you’re looking right at him wide eyed.

over the next few months, charles sees the way carlos also starts to look after her, it comes naturally to him. he starts trusting carlos to be around her alone more and more. and they both notice how flustered reader gets when they’re both next to her, grinning at each other whenever she starts blushing and avoiding eye contact. they talk about it one night, about how she seems to like both of them and they can’t bare to see her with anyone else. they’re literally so ready to end someone’s life when they find a guy trying to flirt with you at an after party.

i’m sorry for going off it’s just charlos and reader are my biggest weakness. they really get me thinking sometimes… individually they’re so fine but together??? they’re just too hot for their own good.

I-

MA’AM PLEASE🫠🫠🫠🫠

[htchnr]

♰ one and only ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a coffee!

content warning getting high ⋆ making out ⋆ not mentioned age gap ⋆ Ash is in his late 40s ⋆ reader in her late 20s ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary requested by the lovely @gilly-billy , may i have Ash x reader where they get high together and indulge in each other on the couch of his trailer?. wordcount 0,8k.

authors note please please please send me more Ash requests y'all!! i love him dearly, and am dying to write some other things besides the small series i'm working on with both younger and older Ash, (i'll have the first chapter out tomorrow, i just gotta edit it) 😁🫠

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

smoke swirls through the trailer, bellowing from between Ash's lips and yours as you sit opposite each other against the side arms of his bed. your legs are tangled together, your head swimming as he drags his flesh hand up and down your leg whenever you have the joint.

he passes you the last hit, heavy eyes watching your closely as you take the last drag. you lean your head back, exhaling slowly. your whole body feels heavy as you lift your head back up, grunting as you move onto your knees to crawl to Ash's side to smother the bud in the ashtray behind him.

you rest a hand on his strong shoulder as you lean past him, your figure bending at the waist. Ash being Ash, had his flesh hand around your waist the moment you neared him. you smothered the bud, leaning back as you allow Ash to pull you into his lap.

you slowly blink at each other, his flesh hand stroking your cheek as his heavy lidded eyes flit across your face. " did'i ever tell you you're gorgeous? " his words slow, a love sick tone twirling through them.

you smile, the skin around your equally heavy lidded eyes scrunching up as your smile widens. one of your hands moves up, holding his cheek as you stroke the feature with your thumb. " maybe, " you grin teasingly.

Ash smiles, " maybe? now that jus' won't do, dollface. " he leans forward pressing his thin lips to your jaw, lazily trailing kisses across your face.

you giggle beneath his lips, leaning in to drape both your arms over his shoulders. with each kiss he mutters something endearing — beautiful, lovely, sweet like honey, always so kind, a sight for sore eyes — he doesn't seem to be able to stop himself.

you giggle, your hands coming up to hold his face to keep it still, pressing your lips against his. you both melt into the kiss, your intoxicated heads swimming with sweet thoughts of one another.

you exhale deeply through your nose, a small smile on your lips as they move against his in a slow, passionate dance. you pull away for a brief second, knocking your forehead against his as you take a deep breath. you giggle, tilting your head to the other side before pressing your lips against his again.

kissing Ash Williams is something you could do for hours on end. his thin lips were gentle against yours, sometimes very eager, but always gentle.

you sighed against his lips, the high upping your sappy feelings as you sat in his lap, his arms around your waist. kissing was something Ash could surprisingly do without getting too, excited. he could hold and kiss you for hours and hours on end if you'd let him.

his flesh hand drags up and down your waist as your lips move together, heads tilting after a bit to switch sides. he notices your figure slouching more and more after a little while, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. " let's lay down yeah, baby? " he offers, his legs already moving beneath you so he can lay you back and hover above you.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, stroking your flushed cheek as he admires your features. you lazily swat his chest, " Ash, you sap, you're looking at me like i hung the stars for you, " you giggle.

he lays down beside you, his metal pulling your leg up and draping it over his hip as he pulls you close to him again. " that's 'cause in my eyes, sweet thing, you hung the whole galaxy, " his words slow, but clear.

his sweet lips are on your in an instant again, heavy and intoxicated sighs leaving the both of you as both his and your hands trail across each others figures. you feel like you're melting against him and into his bed, his lips making your intoxicated brain a scrambled mess.

after a while the kiss slows, turning into occasional kisses as the two of you slowly drift off to sleep in each others arms. " 'love you, baby. " Ash's words are slow and a little slurred from the high and the sleepiness.

you smile, nuzzling your nose against his. " i love you too, handsome. " your words barely reaching above a whisper, dreams already tugging you into their swirling depths.

Ash smiles, his heavy eyes drifting across your face as he watches you fall asleep against him. it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep after, the weed mixed with the pure content feelings swirling through him pull him into sleep's embrace quickly.

i love Ash so much y'all 🥹🥹 he's on my mind day and night 🫠

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES 🔥 6

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

summary: damage is assessed, an explanation is given, words unsaid are finally said.

warnings: MINORS: DNI (18+ only) -mentions of violence, mentions of drug & alcohol abuse, mentions of blood, trauma, ptsd, catatonic. Etc

<w.c> 4.8k (6/??)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, mechanic!eddie

A/N: this chapter is kinda heavy, it took longer than I anticipated to write, the top image is from the 1986 film, “Stand By Me” if you’ve never seen it I highly recommend it it’s both hilarious and sad.

Ps. We finally made it to the 4th of July in this fic. 🫠 the slowest of burns and I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy 😅

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Hearing someone talking but not knowing where it’s coming from you imagine you’re floating as you feel yourself being lifted.

“Shit! Is she okay? Eddie! What the hell happened?! Let’s take them upstairs to clean up! Robin! You and Lucas take Steve to the bathroom down here and clean him up! Mike and I are taking Eddie and Y/N.” You aren’t sure who is speaking, only catching bits and pieces of it as you slide in and out of consciousness.

You feel yourself being carried up the steps in someone’s arms, the smell of blood thick in your nose as you open your eyes a sliver and see Eddie. Tears and blood are racing down his chin onto his Hellfire shirt. You look up to his face and touch it lightly with your fingers. Eddie looks down at you and sobs rake through his body as he sees your eyes are open.

“D-Dustin! She’s awake! Oh my God, I’m so sorry baby, I’m so so sorry!” He’s kissing your head as he carries you into your bedroom and heads towards the bathroom.

Eddie lays you gently on the big counter, Mike places a pillow under your head and Eddie sits next to your head as he sits on the closed toilet.

Dustin starts to look over Eddie’s cuts and nose, Eddie pushes him away, “not me! Her! Help her!” he yells as blood pools out of his mouth onto the floor.

Mike throws Eddie a towel and tells him to hold it to his mouth. Dustin looks over to you and goes beneath the sink finding a first aid kit and some tweezers. Cleaning the tweezers with some rubbing alcohol, Dustin sets everything up getting ready to take the glass out of your face.

“Alright Y/N, this is gonna suck, no fucking doubt about it, so just try to lay still and don’t move, Eddie.. come hold her hand or something so she doesn’t move.” Eddie gets up and slides next to Dustin holding your hand as tears still run down his face.

“It’ll be over soon sweetheart,” Eddie says, kissing your knuckles. “I promise.”

“Okay,” you say with a sleepy smile.

You close your eyes listening to Dustin and Eddie talk. “What hit her, Eddie? Actually, start from the beginning.. What the hell happened?! I thought she was dating Steve? How do you know her?!”

Eddie goes into a long winded speech about how you two met at Johnson’s barn party and really hit it off, how you told him you had a boyfriend and everything about the weird magnetic connection you both felt. And how he felt like he had known you his entire life and how familiar you were to him and the same for you. He explains how you had broken up with Steve the next day and how you two have been together since.

Dustin listens intently to Eddie as he picks more and more pieces of glass from your face. Eddie moves to the sink and grabs some hydrogen peroxide, dumping some into a small Dixie cup he puts it in his mouth, swishing harshly. After a long minute Eddie spits, a fountain of crimson spewing from his lips. Wincing, he bares his teeth in the mirror but thankfully none are chipped or broken, just a large cut running along the inside of his cheek, and his bottom lip is split.

“Well that explains why Steve has been acting fucking insane” Mike chirps in.

Opening your eyes slightly, you look at Mike and ask, “what do you mean?”

Mike shifts his weight from one bony leg to another, “I mean, since Saturday afternoon Steve has been acting, I don’t know, unhinged? He called all of us asking to go to Indianapolis because you two had broken up, but I already had plans with El for the weekend and Dustin was helping Susie’s family move in, and Lucas was with Max. So when none of us could hangout he went to see Billy and has been hanging around him all weekend. None of us had seen him until today when he called Dustin and sounded fucking plowed. We all went to check on him and he was snorting something and was piss drunk. He said he was driving to come and see you and we stole my mom's car, picked up Robin and flew here trying to follow him before he killed himself.”

“Special K,” Eddie says, palms pressed into his eyes. “That’s what Billy uses, it’s a downer so it wouldn’t have this kind of effect…I only know because he once kicked my ass because I refused to sell it to him, and because I don’t carry it. Rick did and some of the other dealers that Billy goes to have said that he mixes it with cocaine and snorts it all at once.”

“So if Steve was doing cocaine, special k and drinking vodka how messed up would he be?” Dustin asks.

Motioning to your face and his, Eddie all but shouts, “I mean look at us Dustin! That’s how fucked up he would be. Attacking his ex-girlfriend, smashing a fucking vodka bottle against her head. We tried to get him to calm down and leave but he was crazy!” Eddie slides onto the floor, grief over taking his body, “and I couldn’t s-stop him, I tackled him and he just wouldn’t stop. I don't know what would have happened to her if you guys hadn’t shown up. It’s my fault, I should have gotten him to leave. ” he finishes, his eyes blinking away tears.

“Eddie, no,” you say gently lifting yourself to sit on the counter, “this isn’t your fault, you didn’t force Steve to do drugs or become an alcoholic overnight. And you— you're not the one who broke up with him over the phone either.” You hang your head low accepting that this truly was your fault. Steve going off the deep end, Eddie’s bloody face, it was all your fault. You practically egged Steve on by saying Eddie was a better lover. A loud cry emerges from your chest as your body starts shaking. Eddie reaches his arms out to you, pulls you onto his lap on the floor, shushing you as he rocks you slowly side to side, one hand in your hair and the other on your back.

Dustin is walking back and forth in your bathroom looking like a broken toy glitching out. “TWIN FLAMES!”

“What?” Mike and Eddie say at the same time.

“Eddie and Y/N are twin flames! Also referred to as a Quantum Entanglement. It’s a Quantum Mechanic Theory that explains if two particles meet and vibrate and are separated no matter the distance it could be galaxies or universes, no matter the length of time they will come back to each other. And that connection is unbreakable. It defies any sort of logic and nobody can explain why it happens but it does! Have you guys tried to figure out if you've had similar things happen to you?”

Your head lifts off Eddie's shoulder and you look him in the eye. In unison you say, “drowning”. You go into detail about how you both almost drowned when you were kids. And how you have similar birthmarks on the inside of your elbows.

“See! See! Twin Flames!” Dustin yells, throwing his hands in the air. “It explains the magnetic connection and the thoughts of knowing each other on a solar level. When they meet it’s hard to be separated again. This actually explains so much, it makes sense why Y/N would dump Steve.”

“Yeah yeah you’re right Dustin!” Mike begins, “I saw Y/N and Steve at that party on Friday, they were happy! And Y/N would have never known Eddie before that because she lives here in Bridgeport and Steve doesn’t play D&D. And Eddie would never be at a pep rally or a basketball game. So she would have never bumped into him!”

You are still staring intently into Eddie’s eyes and he into yours. “It makes sense,” he whispers to you, “I told you I heard a voice in my head to go into the barn that night and then when I found you, it was like my soul was reuniting with itself, like I was meant to be there at that night, at that time to reconnect with you.”

Tears well in your eyes from both exhaustion and the explanation of your very intense feelings for a guy you had just met 48 hours ago. You kiss Eddie gently being careful of his split lip and his swollen nose.

“So what do we do from here?” You ask, “what do we do with Steve?”

Dustin and Mike both rub the backs of their necks, Dustin speaking first, “we’re going to go see how he’s doing, he’s obviously messed up but we all know Steve. He wouldn’t have done this sober or even if he was just drunk, it’s nobody’s fault. It’s just a shitty situation. But we all need to move on from it, I mean for Christ sake it’s Steve! He nicknamed himself ‘The Babysitter’!”

Eddie sits up a little straighter and adjusts you on his lap. Sitting on his leg both facing the boys, Eddie speaks, “I agree, he wouldn’t have done that sober or drunk. And I feel bad for him, special k is nothing to mess with. He probably doesn’t even know or remember what happened, depending on how much he took and what was mixed with it.” He shakes his head and rubs your back, “I will stop by Steve’s house tomorrow and talk to him and have him describe to me the shit he was on so I can help him get off of it, but for right now, I need to take care of my girl.”

Mike and Dustin fist bump Eddie and make their way out of the bathroom. You can’t believe the events that had taken place tonight.

With the younger boys gone from the bathroom, Eddie helps you stand and pulls himself off the floor, he starts a bath for you and helps you undress, lowering you into the tub and making sure you were comfortable, Eddie begins cleaning up the bathroom, spraying down the sink with a bottle of Clorox he found under the sink, he scrubs the blood down the drain, gently picking up any leftover pieces of glass on the floor and tossing them into the trash. If there was one thing Eddie knew it was that trauma could be triggered by anything. And this was definitely something traumatic that you nor him wouldn’t be able to forget anytime soon. He hurriedly went to your dresser and got you some clean pajamas.

Coming back into the bathroom, Eddie sees you sitting in the tub catatonically. You aren’t responding to him at all. He’s waving his hands in your face and shouting your name, but you aren’t hearing him, your mind frozen, stunned, shaken watching on replay as Steve pummels Eddie in front of you. The blood from Eddie’s face flying all over the living room. The sweet stank of roses being trampled and the petals squished into the carpet underneath multiple pairs of shoes.

How did this happen? Weren’t you just laying on the couch with Eddie watching Stand By Me? Didn’t you just come back from meeting Eddie’s uncle Wayne? And having sex in the shop with Eddie? You can smell the syrup from your pancake breakfast. You can feel the rough material of the life jackets on your legs and the taste of pineapple on pizza. You can feel the tiredness between your eyes as you answer the phone at 4 o’clock in the morning, and you can definitely feel the electrifying kiss a long haired metalhead gave you in the back of his van.

All the happiness you had felt the last 48 hours were laid out in front of you like a deck of cards. Like a viewfinder begging to be clicked through to find the next series of beautiful images. But you couldn’t move your hands to go to the next picture. You were stuck, staring at the damage caused by tonight’s events. It was your fault, you broke up with Steve and caused him to spiral out of control. You had Eddie stay the night with you causing him to get hurt. The blood was on your hands, the havoc seeping through your skin, etching its way across your mind. You couldn’t fathom what happened to Eddie. His sweet face, bloody and cut. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve someone who could only cause him more pain. How could he ever look at you the same after you let this happen to him?!

A faint voice is heard somewhere beyond the realm of your current state of mind. It’s calling out to you like a parent calling a child home for dinner. It’s beautiful, purring into your ear, but also tinged with desperation. Like a rainbow in the dark, a storm still blazing on, but the rainbow starts creeping through, ever so slightly to remind you it’s there. To remind you to constantly look for the positive in any situation. You reach out for it. Getting closer to it you can hear the voice more and more. The voice is sobbing, you reach out to comfort it. A warm sensation growing inside your chest, like a flame licking at oxygen begging for more. The voice is becoming clear. It’s coaxing you out beckoning you to come back with it. Your senses are returning to you slowly. You’re wet, chest deep in a pool of water. Your eyes ache from being open and one is very heavy. Vision previously failed, now fuzzy outlines of your surroundings flood back to your eyesight. The voice is even more frantic, and it’s finally clear that it’s Eddie calling to you. You felt the water shift beside you and the sudden feeling of your body being submerged under, a hand ring covered hand clutching tightly to your nose and covering your mouth.

****

“Come back to me baby, please! Please! Come back to me!” Tears are rolling down Eddie’s face stinging the cut on his lip as he tries to shake you awake out of your stupor your eyes are still staring wide open, “DUSTIN! ROBIN!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!”

Desperately thinking of whatever would wake you from this state of numbness, he jumps into the tub with his clothes still on. Water sloshing all over the floor, Eddie gets behind you and clamps one of his hands over your mouth, the other plugging your nose. He leans his body back, takes a deep breath and slides under water with you on top of him.

Opening your eyes you feel Eddie’s hands on you, feel his arms wrapped around you as you are brought upwards towards the surface of water. Gasping for air you turn around to see Eddie’s face, his eyes are bloodshot and he looks terrified, he takes a deep breath and kisses your cheek, tears falling from his eyes. Relief washing over him.

The sudden noise of feet on linoleum is heard galloping towards the tub. Eddie yells for them to wait, he clampers out of the tub and grabs as many towels as he can.

“Eddie, I’m so—I’m so sorr—” you choke out through wet sobs.

Eddie helps you out of the tub and dries you off, “shh baby it’s okay, look at me! This isn’t your fault! Okay? It’s not. Your. Fault. I’m okay, and you will be okay too, I’m just glad you’re still here with me,” he holds you tightly and kisses the top of your head, “let’s get you dressed and I’m going to change and then we can talk to Dustin, okay? Come here sweetheart.”

Eddie’s clothes are soaked. You help him get undressed and go to the bedroom to grab his bag, wringing out his clothes the best you can. You throw them over the shower wall allowing them to dry before throwing them into the dryer. With both you and Eddie dry; Robin, Dustin, Mike and Lucas make their way to your bedroom.

Eddie holds you in his arms similar to the way you were in the tub. Him leaning back on your pillows and you sitting ahead of him leaning close and snuggling into his neck, careful to avoid the right side of your face.

Robin and Lucas start talking first saying that Steve is passed out in Karen Wheeler’s car and that they will be taking him home and they will both be staying with him overnight.

“Is he going to be alright?” Eddie asks, rubbing your shoulders and lacing his fingers with yours.

Robin wipes a tear from her long lashes, “he doesn’t remember anything that happened, so it’s hard to say.. I know you wanted to go over and see him tomorrow but maybe it’s best if Y/N goes instead.”

Eddie lets out a sigh and looks down at you, his whole world in his hands. As calmly as he can he says, “No! Absolutely not! You can’t be serious?! I’m not letting her out of my sight, she’s traumatized by what happened, Robin! You didn’t see her when she was in the tub, she wasn’t even blinking! I don’t want her to be triggered by what happened by seeing him!” Eddie takes a deep breath as you squeeze his hand tightly, “I’m glad Steve doesn’t remember, I only wish we didn’t either.”

“Robin, I’m really sorry but Eddie is right, I can’t see Steve right now. At least not for a while.”

The boys, Robin and Eddie make a game plan to have Dustin and Robin tell Steve tomorrow afternoon what had happened. Mike and Lucas were taking out the trash in both bathrooms and the garbage gathered from the living room. Dustin had wiped everything down in the living room that was smeared with blood. Thankfully the carpet in the living room is maroon so a few swipes of some carpet cleaner made it look new again. All evidence that a tragic accident had happened was erased before you would ever have to see it. Agreeing that everyone should go home and get some rest, Eddie goes downstairs and makes you both some oatmeal and toast, bringing it back up to your bed.

Now that you two are alone you let your guard back down, being with Eddie has made you comfortable since you met him, and that hasn't changed. “This is good, Eddie..thank you for making it,” you say, swirling around brown sugar and milk with the cooked oats. Eddie is watching your every move like a hawk. He has taken maybe two bites making sure you’re eating.

“Eddie, I’m not made of glass I won’t break” you say while taking a bite of toast, trying to make him laugh.

A smile that doesn’t match his eyes, pulls at his lips.

You set your bowl down on your night stand and grab his away from him, setting it next to yours, “baby please, please talk to me.”

Eddie stares down at his socked feet crossed in front of him like a pretzel. He is moving his rings in circles around his fingers. “I couldn’t protect you, y/n. You got hit by a fucking bottle of vodka and I just stood there and watched. What kind of man am I if I can’t even protect my girlfriend? I’m a fucking loser, can’t even graduate high school on time. You don’t want to be with someone like me. And I don’t blame you, I’m nothing! I promised myself I wouldn’t be like my dad but I’m—I’m worse!” He slams the palms of his hands into his eyes letting out a small sob, “I thought you were d-dead. You’d passed out twice and I thought I lost you. And then in the tub you were in a daze or something, I’ve never been more scared in my whole life, and it’s all because I couldn’t stop him. I should have shoved that fucker out of the door before he could even start talking shit. But I didn’t, I just froze.” Eddie’s shoulders began to shake as his crying took over his entire body.

You wiggled your way around to him and held him as he cried. Running your hand through his hair and rubbing his back. After everything you two had been through the last few hours you couldn’t imagine anyone else by your side but Eddie. He made sure Dustin helped you first, he carried you up the steps even though he was bleeding profusely from his mouth and in a lot of pain. He was the most devoted person anyone could ever dream of being.

“Eddie? Please look at me, baby,” you said softly, moving his chin up to look at you. “You’re the most caring person I’ve ever come across. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met, in the best ways possible. You took Wayne’s truck in to work on it on your day off and told Jimmy to take it out of your wages. You drove all the way here with two pizzas just to surprise me after I got off work, you still asked if Steve was okay and volunteered to help him after he kicked the shit out of us. When Steve said that shit about you I went absolutely feral. Because you’re not at all like you’re dad Eddie, you’re a fucking angel! So please never tell me that I don’t deserve you or say that I don’t want to be with you. That’s so far from the truth it’s not even funny. I’d pick you again and again and again, in every lifetime, I would find you, because I love you, Eddie. I love you so fucking much, you’re it for me. There will never be another for me, only you.

Eddie’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest. The tears fall slowly now from his eyes as he smiles widely. “You mean that? You’re not bullshitting me are you?” He says with a sniffle trying to clear his nose.

“Of course I’m not bullshitting you! Eddie, I love you! I love the way your tongue pokes out when you’re trying to concentrate on something, I love how your hair looks in the morning, I love how you care about everyone around you whether they deserve it or not. I love your passion for everything you do, and I love how you take care of me. I love you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie’s cheeks go pink and he is trying to hide a smile.

“You know you’re the first person who has ever said that to me right? I’ve waited 19 years to hear those 3 words from just one person and it took me going to a party on the hottest fucking night in July so I could sell some drugs to a bunch of over privileged assholes in letterman jackets, to meet the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, girl I’ve ever seen, to hear it. And I would wait that long again if I knew you would be the one to say those words to me,” Eddie kisses your lips and moves slightly so he can whisper in your ear, “I love you Y/N, you’re my girl.”

The rest of the night is spent with you and Eddie spoon feeding each other oatmeal and watching Stand By Me. Giggling as Verno looks under the porch for his jar of pennies and crying with Gordie as breaks down in front of Chris about his dad hating him. The previous shitty part of the night erased by the devotion and admittance of love for eachother. The love you and Eddie have for one another is cosmic, and nothing or no one would ever change that.

****

The next morning you wake to the sound of Eddie humming lightly as he gets dressed, he’s wearing a red flannel with the sleeves cut off, black jeans littered with holes and he’s lacing up his boots. An unlit cigarette hangs out of his mouth as he plays air guitar spinning around your room. You let out a cat call whistle and giggle as he jumps out of his skin.

“Christ! Oh hell you scared the shit out of me!” Eddie says clutching his chest, he walks to the side of the bed you’re closest to and sits down, giving you a sweet kiss, “go back to bed baby I’m gonna go get us some breakfast,” he says while twisting your hair around his finger.

“Mmm, what time is it?” You ask rubbing the sleep from your eyes wincing at the swollen one.

Eddie hands you some Tylenol and a glass of water, he runs downstairs and finds an ice pack for your eye and gently helps you rest back on the pillows while placing it on your eye, “it’s around 8, I’ll be right back sweetheart, I ordered some food from the diner out off Mill Rock Rd.. I think? I looked in the phone book for it, do you kind if I borrow your car?”

“Of course not, go ahead.” you say with a smile. “Thanks for doing all of this,” you say gesturing around your body and your room with your hands.

Eddie leans down to kiss you and waves at the door with a smile across his face. The cool compress of the ice to your face and the Tylenol seem to give you small relief to the pain your head is experiencing. You drift back off to sleep lightly and wake to the smell of breakfast mixed with the light smell of smoke and Eddie’s cologne. He’s balancing two containers of food and silverware, a half gallon of chocolate milk and two plastic cups that are clamped tight between his teeth.

You sit up quickly and and reach your arms out to help Eddie. “Let me guess, you’re a one trip while bringing groceries in kind of guy.” you giggle as he smiles and plops down on the bed with you.

“Oh for sure,” he says opening a container of biscuits and gravy and handing it to you, “why make more than one trip if you don’t have to?” He opens the other container and it has hash brown and chicken fried steak with scrambled eggs.

“Again, I didn’t know what you wanted so I got a little variety, eat what you want I will pick around you.” he says, “bon appetit or whatever the saying is” he says with a laugh.

****

After finishing the breakfast and watching Eddie lick the container of biscuits and gravy clean, “what? It’s good!” he says with gravy on his cheeks and chin

Taking any opportunity you can to touch him, you grab his face and lick the gravy off of him, “mm you’re right it is good.” you say with a wink.

“Oooo, you’re being naughty this morning, sweetheart.” Eddie says. He grabs the trash and brings it downstairs. Along with the cups and chocolate milk. You get out bed and make your way to the bathroom, stopping by the mirror to assess your face. The cut which thankfully ended up being a scrape is red and angry, your right eye is catered with small bruise around it and is completely red like you yourself were the patient zero starting the zombie apocalypse. Small cuts on your face are in the beginning stages of healing, scabs trying like hell to form. You reach below the sink and find some neosporin, slathering some generously against the large gash, bandaging it with some gauze. Eddie comes into the bathroom and holds you from behind studying you as a look of bewilderment crumbles your face.

“You will always be the most beautiful girl in the world, baby.” He whispers gently into your ear.

You turn to him and smile. “You’re too good to me, how did I ever get so lucky to have you?” you say. You kiss Eddie slow and taste blood from his split lip. He winces at it as you pull away. “Here,” you say trading places with him. You apply a generous amount of neosporin to his lip. You can see the beginning of bruising aligning the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, you lightly touch it and he winces.

“This isn’t the first time my nose has been broken sweetheart, I’ll get Wayne to shift it back into place later today, no worries,” You nod reassuringly and lean up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck to his nose.

“So, what do you want to do today?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist, “we could get some fireworks and set them off at Lover’s Lake. We could lay low and watch corny kid movies. We could pick up Jeff and Gareth and get higher than Willie Nelson. We could paint eachothers nails and make cupcakes. We could fuck like bunnies. Whatever you wanna do baby I will do it.”

“Let’s do it all,” you say with a wicked grin.

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Hai! Cowboy Bucky has all my love, didn’t know I needed it! It got me thinking, what if reader had a bad day or he just wanted to treat her, so he took her for a horse ride and having her warm his 🐓 the whole way before he lays her out in a pasture and just treats her to some good ol’ fun times and many finishes.

Oooh god 🎉 yeah I think about cowboy Bucky pretty much every day 🤭 this is a beautiful genius idea 💡

I honestly don't know if this is possible, but that's not what this blog is about. It's about being sluts, and if that's the case, then anything is possible!

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You'd had a long week. You'd gone home to visit your parents, which combined their nit-picking, arguments and condescension had endured a terrible visit and week. You also had really missed spending quality time with Bucky, mostly being too tired or upset to want to do much of anything. He decided you needed a break, and he certainly was missing you in more ways than one.

That morning you arrived to the ranch in your usual pretty sundress that you knew he liked and he smiled wide when he saw you walking up the long path to his home. It gave you a moment to take him in. He looked delicious, his jeans tight on his big thighs and plaid shirt straining against his thick chest and biceps. He even had his Stetson on which shaded his handsome, tanned face. You swear you started walking faster as you got closer and closer.

Finally you were in his arms and he was wrapping you up and pressing a long needed kiss on your lips. You clung to his shirt as you got carried away in the kiss, his hands squeezing at your ass. Finally he broke the kiss with a chuckle and looked at you. "Hi darlin', missed you.." you nodded in agreement and pressed another kiss to his lips, "missed you too Bucky" you whispered and he pulled you in close as he walked you towards the stables.

"Thought we could go for a little picnic, get away from all the work huh?" He offered and you expressed your excitement at the idea until you saw Bucky's favourite horse all saddled up. You turned with a eyebrow raised and he smiled at you. "Bucky? How are you planning on getting to this picnic?" He chuckled and nodded at the horse. "I'm gonna ride the horse...and you are gonna ride me sweetheart." He came in close and pressed his body against yours and you couldn't help but laugh. He took your hand and pulled you to the side, away from the animal into a dark corner of the stable. You giggled as he pressed you agains the wall and started kissing your neck and breast which he quickly slipped out of your dress. He nipped little bites at your nipples, which made your squirm and quietly moan under his ministrations. "Need to get you ready for me, don't I pretty girl?" You moaned again as his I fingers slid under your dress and into your underwear. His chuckle rumbled against your sensitive skin when he found you were already soaking. "Shoulda know huh? My girls always ready for me..." And he gently swirled his rough fingers around your clit, making your legs shake and your hands grip his shoulders.

"Buckyyyy" you whined and in a moment he stood up, leaving you dishevelled and shaking. He tugged you forward despite your complaints and you followed him, your hand in his back to the horse.

He knelt down and pulled your underwear off, kissing your thighs in the process. He then lifted you up onto the horse and you clung to the saddle as your wet heat came into contact with the smooth leather of the saddle. Before you could get comfortable he joined behind you and lifted up your hips, rubbing his thick cock against your folds before gravity pulled you down onto him.

His arms reached around you and your clung to him as you both adjusted to the position. "Oh fuck..." You sighed and leant your body against his. "Now be a good girl and keep me nice a warm while we ride ok darlin?" You whimpered and nodded, your hands gripping tighter to his sleeves as he chivvied the horse to move and head outside and on to the path.

Every trot was torture, as your hips wiggled and jolted with Bucky buried deep inside you. You took some solace in knowing that it was probably driving Bucky crazy too, but he always seemed to be better and controlling his pleasure. As you travelled through the fields his hands pulled your breasts out of your dress, exposing you to the world. His hands groped and pinched, making your walls flutter around him. "Easy baby.... Told you, none of that, just keep me nice and warm huh?" You blushed and leaned back as the pressure and journey continued. By the time he got the horse to stop, you were approaching a state of total disarray, your dress bunched around your waist, your body exposed to the sun and his hands.

Finally, when he lifted you up and helped you dismount the horse you dropped to your knees and pulled his jeans down his legs and took his cock into your mouth, slurping and sucking enough to make his legs almost buckle. "Fuck, there's my girl..." He groaned and managed to pull your greedy mouth off him before you dragged him down to the ground and climbed on top of him.

"Want it now.... No teasing..." You mumbled and before he could catch up with you, you sank down on his cock and bounced as much as you could while you pulled your dress over your head. His hands gripped your hips and he fucked up into you, hitting whatever you couldn't reach yourself.

"Jesus baby, look perfect" he growled and you whined before falling forward and letting him take over. His hands reached to your ass and spread your ass cheeks open, before slipping a finger in your puckered hole. You cried out as he fucked harder, making you scream out in pleasure before your walls squeezed him and you were both coming together.

A little while later you had recovered from your overwhelming attraction and you lay with your head on his chest as his fingers ran through your hair. You sat up and looked down at him as he smiled, feeling content at how relaxed he looked. You leaned down and kissed him, his beard scratching at your soft skin in the most pleasant way. He rolled you over, the sky framing his handsome face as he leaned down and kissed you again, your hands free to explore his muscled back and tug at his hair as he kissed your breath away.

"God baby, don't you ever go away from me again... You're staying with me forever." You giggled and wrapped your thighs around his hips, your ankles pushing him closer you your heat. "Sounds like heaven.."