#need sucky sucky now mommy

[felixdragonheartofficial]

Literally gonna post Megan's big fat mega mommy milkers soon tbh

[ayu-stuff]

She's so cute

"Look at her, love. She fell asleep!!! Through all my moans, through all your grunts, God, she's so pathetic. I guess she's just a baby after all. I can't believe it. What time is it? 1AM? Way past her bedtime, I'm afraid. And she's laying there in her crib, cluelessly dreaming of a time when her Daddy didn't need a real woman in his bed. Oh my.

Did you hear her moans before? Every time she's nervous, she looks for her poor stuffies to mindlessly hump them. And she did!! That teddy bear used to be white, right?? Ewwww. What a filthy little girl she is. Good thing we don't mind the smell of her poopy pampies.

She cried too. A lot. I wish I hadn't noticed, but her wails were too loud. Just like any fucking baby's. I bet the neighbors think now that we have a real baby at home. She couldn't understand what was going on, how cute!!! Wut's Daddy's big paci doin' inside Mummy's pwincess pawts???? Why's Mommy doin' sucky-sucky on it wike a wollipooop? I wan' milkieeees!!!! HAHAHAHAHA she's so dumb.

Should we wake her up, honey? I bet she'll hate knowing that we've laughed at her sleeping in her wittle crib, just after we've enjoyed the adult pleasure she'll never experience again. Just give me a second. I'll put my cum stained panties on her cute little face. When she wakes up, I want her to remember that she's lost your milkies forever.

Now make me moan. Hard. I want to cum to her tears."

[starlightsuffered]

Soothing

Info - stressed Timmy, feeling self hatred, mommy kink, making love, soft dom, praising, not knowing if he'll cum, unexpected cumming, cock warming, being soothed by sex, Timothée loves boobs, protecting, curvy reader, almost crying during sex, unprotected sex, baby talk

"Timothée?" I called out. He didn't answer but his car was home so I knew he was. I had to wonder if he was asleep so I didn't call him again. I walked into our shared room.

He was laying on the bed aimlessly looking up at the ceiling. A cold cup of energizing tea sat on the table side. I was surprised. He usually liked to be entertained or distracted in some way. He usually had a podcast or a video on. Usually he had filmography videos playing. Right now he listened to nothing. His feet weren't even moving or bouncing.

"Timmy, you're scaring me," I whispered.

"Bad day," he sighed.

"Yeah?" l asked.

"I felt useless and stupid. The director kept telling me she wasn't used to working with such juvenile actors.

"But that's ridiculous. You've been in Dune for God's sake!" I said in exasperation.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said softly.

"I can leave you alone," | tried.

"No, no," he said in a strangled voice.

"What?" I asked hopefully. I never wanted to be without him, but I would always give him space he needed.

"I want, I want you to make love to me. Please mommy," he begged. He looked desperate for it, his eyes wide.

"Oh of course baby," I said and shed my clothes as I came to him. By the time I was by the bed, I was naked. He wrapped his arms around my curves.

"Can I have it soft mommy?" He asked gently.

"Anything you want," I said and kissed his curls. He pulled me onto the bed. I kissed his neck as I carefully undressed him. He was letting out little needy noises. I knew he needed the warmth of my pussy. He needed the comfort of my body to chase away the bad thoughts.

"Can I suckle?" He asked and I was horrified to see he was nearly welling up.

"Of course Timmy. I didn't realize it was that bad," I said softly.

"I just feel like an idiot. I just want to feel safe and at peace. Your body is safety and peace for me," he said in a low voice.

"Oh you darling boy," I said.

He changed his position. I laid on my back. He slowly guided his cock inside me. He whimpered. He practically collapsed on top of my, his lips wrapped around my nipple.

"I d'known if I have the strength to cum," he mumbled.

"Oh don't worry, just make yourself feel good love," | told him. He began to make little submissive sounds as he rutted inside me.

"Such a beautiful boy," | pet his hair. I felt electrified from knowing | was his peace.

"Just make yourself feel good because you make mommy feel so good," I crooned

"M-mommy," he moaned on my breast.

"That's right mommy is here. Your body is so beautiful baby. Just rut in mommy's warm pussy. You deserve so many good things.

"Am I dumb mommy," he asked tearily as he squeezed and fondled my breasts.

"No baby, you're so smart. That director doesn't know anything. You just keep making yourself feel good. Come on, back on mommy's suckie. Make your stiff thingy feel good," | urged. He nodded obediently and went back to sucking on my breast to soothe himself.

"You feel so good for mommy. You're so beautiful. Your body is a masterpiece. You are so talented and kind and good hearted."

"Mmmmm," he whined. I ran my hand up and down his back. He truly did make me feel amazing. He wasn't even going that deep but it still felt like my world was being rocked. Watching his dear eyes scrunched shut, sucking needily, and thrusting for comfort made my heart feel full as well as my pussy buzz.

"I love you bunny, do you love me?" I asked.

"I love you so much," he gasped.

"Let mommy keep you safe. Just rest on mommy's body. Let my curves soothe you. Just think of mommy, nothing else. You're such a good boy. The best boy. No one has it better than mommy."

I felt so enamored with him that I wrapped my body around him as much as I could. My legs and arms were locked. I shut my eyes as I calmed and praised him. He felt amazing.

"Mommy, I-I think I'm gonna cum," he said in a tiny voice.

"You don't have to Timothée. I'm enjoying myself regardless," | promised.

"I know, but I want to," he said with rosy red cheeks.

"My boy," I said, fitting my fingers under his chin. "You can do whatever you want."

"Thank you mommy," he said and darted up to capture my lips in a surprise kiss. One more small thrust and his cum was pouring inside me. The moan he let loose was so erotic and grateful that I also spiraled into orgasm.

We were gasping and groaning, holding one another tight.

"My love," I said grabbing a blanket and covering us. "Just stay inside me okay? When you get up we'll have a nice bath and I'll make you dinner."

"Thank you Mommy, you're the most wonderful person in the world," he said, already sleepy.

"You're the most wonderful to me," I said gently and rubbed his back until he fell asleep.

[honeytrap26]

Let's go on a Vacation

Satoru Gojo x Reader

summary: you and Satoru Gojo have twins, he knows you're exhausted and convinces you to take an “adult” vacation. cw: MDNI! smutty smut smut, fem!reader, creampies, dirty dirty talk, reader has mommy milkers, a little sucky sucky here and there?? Gojo has a (small) daddy kink, a bit of fluff aunote: Don’t come for me, I have been obsessed with eighty-six as well so my new names for everything even games I’m playing are Shin and Lena, because you are the Shin to my knee.  I’ll probably split this up into two parts. It’s getting long like Gojos dic-I’ll stop. Enjoy! wc: 1k+ (proofread, sorry for any mistakes)

Here is part 2!

The lights are turned off with only a single candle lit, the flickering light from the candle dances across the walls. Your bodies are intertwined, Gojo is on top of you, slowly thrusting his hips into your wet achey mound.

“Toru, I’m getting close.” you let out a breathy moan, your hands are roaming his bare skin.

“Me too baby.” Gojo grunts, your touch sends shivers down his spine.

Gojo leans in for a passionate kiss, he licks your soft plump lips, your tongues exploring each other's mouth. 

This was the first night without one of the twins sleeping with you both. Gojo insisted on finishing what he started this morning behind the counter.

“ Gonna go faster.” He continues to thrust deeper and faster, his thrusts are sloppy and needy, you bite your bottom lip, holding back a moan. The faint sound of the bed squeaking can be heard. His fingers reach down to rub your clit making you gasp and arch your back, your nails scratch his back.

“F-fuck baby…Shhh gotta be quiet.” he covers your mouth with his hand, driving his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back and your back arches again, your clawing at his back now, he hisses in pain and pleasure he leans down to suck on your nipple.

“I missed you.” Gojos hands strokes your cheek, pulling you into another kiss. Your breath hitches as you feel your orgasm building up, you squeeze his muscular biceps.

“mama?” you hear your daughter say, you look at Gojo who places a finger over your mouth.

“Shhh she’ll go back to sleep.” he whispers, licking his lower lip, 

He’s so close, he wants to pump his cum into you.  

Gojo feels the way your body tenses, your slip tightening around his member, he continues to pump into you the bed squeaking a little louder now, the headboard hits the wall ever so slightly, 

“ cum for me baby.” your eyes are closed, mouth open, panting as you feel the wave of pleasure wash over your body.

“ma..ma” your daughter's voice cracks, you can hear her on the verge of tears. 

Gojo can see that you’re worried about her, he loves that you would do anything for your babies but right now he wishes you could be a little selfish and just enjoy your alone time.

“S’okay she’ll go back to bed, she usually does.”-he shuts his eyes- “m’so close please let me cum baby.” he pleads, he’s ramming into you now, his thrust getting more aggressive and desperate.

You wrap your legs around his hips, another wave of pleasure washing over you again. Looking up at him you see the sweat glistening on his skin, the way his lips are pursed as he nears his climax.

You felt so guilty not running to tend to your kids but you needed Satoru bad.

“Fill me up, daddy.” you whimper, Gojo throws his head back hissing “fuck” he finally release all his built up tension with a sharp intake of breath, his hips twitch filling you up with his cum.

“Fuck baby, don’t say that.” he groans, huffing as he tries to catch his breath.

“mamaaa” your daughter whines, crying now, banging on the door.

“Mommy’s coming, Lena. Don’t cry.” you slap Gojos arm off signaling for him to move, he slumps over falling onto his side of the bed.

“Yeah mommy did cum.” Gojo smirks and winks at you, he gets off the bed pulling his shorts on.

“Get dressed Toru.”

“Already dressed. You have a little something right there.” he squeezes and slaps your ass then gives you a quick kiss on the lips before he walks off to the door, he swings it open and gets on his knees greeting your daughter scooping her up in his arms.

“What's wrong baby girl?” he wipes her tears with the back of his hand.

“Did my baby girl have a bad dream? Or do you want mamas booby?” He coos giving her kisses. Lena is rubbing her eyes as she's holding onto her stuffed bunny that Megumi gave to her. 

You slip on Gojo’s T-shirt and a pair of panties after you wipe yourself off then walk over to her.

“Hi baby” your daughter reaches her arms over to you. “Someone’s hungry.” you walk out into the living to see your son Shin standing in the living room sucking his thumb.

“Look what you did, you woke them both up.” you click your tongue at Gojo.

“It’s feeding time.” he grins, running over to your son and picking him up. He hugs your son and pats his head.

“ You fed me and now it's time to feed the twins.” he laughs and does a spin with your son, making Shin laugh.

The twins are fast asleep again, Shin is in your lap still latched onto your breast, your eyes are closed. Lena is lying against Gojos chest, she looks so small compared to your husband. He shifts carefully so he can look at you.

“Let’s go on a vacation.” he places a hand on your thigh giving it a light squeeze.

“You know we can’t do that” you open your eyes to look at him.

“ We need it, you need it. I can take time off and we can leave.” 

“Who’s-” he cuts you off.

“My parents will watch the twins. I’ve already talked to them about it and they wanna spend time with their grandkids.” he smiles at you, his sky blue eyes soften,

“ I love you and I want you to relax, you’re here with the twins all day while I go to work.”

“I’m fine.” you say as you play with Shin's stuffed owl that Megumi also gave to him.

“No, let's go.” Gojo carries your daughter back to her bed. He comes back and does the same to Shin, he gives them both kisses on their foreheads before he closes the door and walks back to the living room. 

“Come here.” Gojo pulls you onto his lap, he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“We’re going on vacation, we’re both exhausted.” he hugs you tighter. “ Let’s go to a resort, get a couples massage and hang out at the hot springs.”

“What about the twins, I'm still nursing them?” you nibble your bottom lip nervously.

“They’ll be fine, you’ve got enough milk in stock, and you’ve only been nursing them once in a while, plus the twins love my parents.” you play with his white fluffy hair,

“ Annnnd…. they told me they want more grandbabies. How am I supposed to get you pregnant if I can’t even have sex with you?” he laughs and slaps your ass, you laugh at how ridiculous he sounds but your parents have also been pestering for you to have more kids.

“ I don’t know.” you hesitate.

“Nanami and his wife went to the hot springs and guess what now they’re expecting, let’s go. He said it was really good.” Gojo is pouting now.

“ Fine let’s go.” you exhale and lay on his chest. 

“Thank you beautiful.” he smiles cheekily as he carries you to bed before falling asleep himself.

[steviewashere]

Let Me Make You Soup, Let Me Show You That I Care

(also on ao3)

wc: 4,149, Steddie Tags: Post Vecna, Post Canon, Post Season 4, Sick Steve Harrington, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting (Though Not Extreme, For I am Emetophobic), Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Steve's Sucky ass Parents

(Also, I hope y'all don't mind me cross-posting some of my favorite one shots that I've put up on ao3. Figured I could push them to a bigger audience, especially those who don't use ao3).

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Steve gets sick often. Small colds, allergies, the dreaded flu. Maybe it doesn't help him that he's had so many concussions and injuries on top of that too. Left with debilitating migraines and aching sides and muscles that become overexerted too fast.

Safe to say, his immune system is now a pile of steaming dog shit.

He's become good at attempting to "take care" of himself. With his parents being absent nearly all the time, much of the recovery process and gentle care was left to Steve. His hands don't have the same soft and slim quality as his mother's did, though. Even if she doesn't make the effort to shove his hair from his sweaty forehead or massage vapor-rub onto his chest or squeeze his shoulders as he dry-heaves into the toilet. He can miss that.

It's also safe to say that Steve Harrington, best babysitter and lesbian protector, is absolutely terrible at asking for help. His idea is, Got myself into this mess, I can get myself out. His other idea is, I don't want to burden anybody; I've been that too many times.

He suspects that's why his parents aren't there now to tuck him into bed and check his temperature and read him a bedtime story. Even though, now, he's a nineteen year old "man." More like a bruised child trapped inside the buff body of an even more injured adult, left to his own devices and decisions.

Steve is miserable today. Woke up with a knocking headache, an itch at the bottom of his throat, tingly fingers, shivering limbs, and the need to massage his abdomen to elicit the vomit to come up sooner.

It's barely nine in the morning. Just cracked his eyes open. Which, are heavy with crust and too much sleep, yet not enough.

It's barely nine in the morning and all Steve wants to do is lay stiff on his mattress, a trusty tried and true trashcan on the floor, curtains closed, a heavy duvet draped over his legs, and the A/C set to sixty-eight degrees. That's what he does. Doesn't have the appetite for breakfast or water or Tylenol. He doesn't have the energy to lay on a towel on the bathroom floor, body curled around the base of the toilet bowl. And, he doesn't have the confidence to plead with somebody over the phone to "Take care of me, just this once and I'll repay you."

He's done that before to Tommy. The bastard never showed and Steve sobbed so hard at the thought of being left alone, that he hurled right onto the beige carpet of his bedroom. That's why the desk is stuffed into the corner. To cover what he couldn't even take care of.

Steve has decided to lay in bed today. Has already used the trashcan. Kicked off the duvet then whined then brought it back to his sweat drenched t-shirt hem, then said fuck this and ripped the shirt off his body.

The silk sheets against his rapidly heating body feels nice. Like laying on the kitchen floor, Steve surmises. And that makes him think of soup.

A hot bowl of chicken noodle soup. Something he's made himself countless times before. A recipe that his mom never perfected. It's just Campbell's, the instructions are on the label, yet it was never made correctly.

She'd do that. When her motherly instincts were at an all-time high. That had to be when he was probably five? Six? His mom would make a bowl of soup so warm and soothing that she would have to warn him about touching the ceramic. She would bring him a glass of orange juice and say, ever soft and comforting, "It'll help you. Mommy promises."

The juice would sting his throat and he would cough so hard she would start to worry about doing the Heimlich maneuver.

That's what his mother's "sick care" turned into. A glass of orange juice that only hurt, never helped, just made him think about swallowing glass.

Soup turned into a heat-until-lukewarm situation. Juice wasn't bought for him. His parents elected to buy "fancy juice" instead. Another descriptor for Mommy's self-healing alcohol problem, Steve began to substitute. He remembers the last time she ever made him anything or gave a shit about his weakened body.

Steve was eleven years old.

He eventually learned where to buy the Campbell's stuff. From Mevald's. Now he keeps a hefty supply in the back of his family's pantry. Ready for a day like this.

A day where at eleven, before noon, Steve has a sudden mouth watering appetite for measly chicken noodle soup.

He hefts his body into an upright position, feet planted onto the carpet, fingers white-knuckling the edge of the mattress, a quick glance thrown at the trashcan, and a heavy breath burrowed into the stale air. Right before he scoots to stand, he hears the telltale sound of Eddie knocking on his front door. A simple three pattern.

The rapping startles Steve slightly. He forgot that Eddie was supposed to come over. I'll have to send him away, he thinks solemnly.

"Coming!" Steve croaks to the bathroom floor. With whatever strength the knocking has given him, he tucks the trashcan under his right arm, creeps to the top of the stairs, and ever so carefully floats down them.

The can is set off to the side before he opens the door.

In the glow of the daylight, energized and cheery, is Eddie Munson. Wrapped in a leather jacket, hair tied up into a bun, jeans replaced with jorts, and a grin the size of the moon.

"Hey Stevie," he drawls as his lithe frame leans against the doorjamb.

"Hey man, listen..." Steve begins before being interrupted.

"Whoa, what's going on with you?" Eddie shoves into the house. His grin is set into a small frown and his eyes are glazed with concern instead of the excited energy equal to a golden retriever. "Did you get enough sleep last night? You could've called me if you had a nightmare."

That's something him and Eddie do. When one has a god awful nightmare about floating bodies and squelching flesh and sterile hospital walls, they call each other. Sometimes to just hear that the other is alive. Other times for a trip to one another's house. The phone calls could be Eddie recapping a campaign storyline or Steve bemoaning over a wretched, hag of an old woman that demanded a refund on an R rated movie her grandson finagled her into renting. Or just breathing. Steve's fond of the soft puffs of air that signal Eddie finally relaxed enough to go back to sleep.

"No, weirdly enough I slept way longer than I was supposed to. I'm just sick today. But, I'm fine. Or at least I will be, got a good grasp on this. Y'know, trashcan, soft bed, canned soup. Was actually coming down here to send you back home," Steve rushes out. He's out of breath and feels lightheaded. The headache has turned into a pulsating mess and his stomach churns violently. Before he can warn Eddie again to go out the front door and leave him be, Steve finds himself hunched over his trashcan at the bottom of the stairs, trembling with the force of his grip. One hand on the edge of said bin. The other, wrapping tendrils of hair around his fingers and pulling with enough force to surely rip out some of his luxurious hair. Which, really, is a sweaty disgusting mop today.

He feels the hand in his hair loosen. A smaller, slightly cold hand replacing it. But this time, the fingers work carefully to sweep back any loose strands. Another hand joins the mix. This one squeezes at his right shoulder.

Eddie is behind him, whispering and shushing, "You're alright. I got you, let it out." His cold skin feels amazing over Steve's damp forehead. And equally, his touches are soothing.

Steve coughs once, twice, spits the same amount, and then leans against Eddie with a heavy sigh. "Thanks," he mutters. He shutters at being oddly exposed. Now that he's realized his torso is bare and he probably looks as awful as he feels and now all of his guts are in a bin in front of him.

The bin gets shoved over to the left and Steve starts to get up from the hardwood floor. Eddie lifts him up and leans him against his side. "How about this? I'll make you something mild, get some water into you, and divvy up a couple Tylenol tablets. Your skin is hot and not in the sexy way," he chuckles.

They make their way to the living room. Steve is deposited onto the couch with a cushion shoved behind his back and the can placed appropriately at his feet, within arm's reach. Eddie adjusts his hair again, this time with the tie from his own hair, and leaves to the kitchen.

Steve is dazed. Hot all over. Itchy in some places. Runny nose, aching stomach, watering eyes, and throat so itchy he wants to dig his fingernails into the skin on his neck. This predicament almost makes him embarrassed, more ashamed than anything. He gets his ass handed to him annually and has to have people take care of him during the concussions, until he's given the okay to go home and grovel in silence. And he puts himself in situations he can't get himself out of. He's tired of it, he realizes. Feels the need to apologize to Eddie, make him cookies or something, promise to never make him do anything like this ever again.

When said man comes back into the room with three extra-strength Tylenol in his palm and a cold glass of tap water, Steve wants to cry. It's not until Eddie is setting everything down to pet at his hair and shush him again doe he notice, he is crying.

"Sorry," Steve's voice rasps. He takes a gasping breath before choking out another nasty, wet sob.

"Nothing to be sorry for. It's what your body has to do," Eddie coos.

"No, I'm sorry you have to take care of me," he breathes. That's tally number two for decisions Steve is making today. Some miserable, lonely, somewhat pathetic decisions.

Then, Eddie pulls back. His eyes are the size of saucers. And that small frown from earlier has turned into a deep-set, terribly worrying downturn. "You don't have to apologize for that. Not at all. You need help, I'm here for you. It's what we do, okay?" he murmurs. Steve cries some more at that. Choking on his tears, practically. Enough for Eddie to say, "Hey, breathe with me. I don't want you to make yourself sick again."

So they sit for a few minutes. Breathing. Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie's mouth, watching him count. And Eddie stares at his eyes. Trying to piece together all the little details about this version of Steve. The one not picking fights and towering over unlucky underclassmen and spitting venom instead of backing away when he's supposed to. This Steve that looks like a small, terrified, lonely little boy. Who feels the need to apologize for being a human being. Somebody that makes sure everybody is better off and happy and swooned over before taking an assessment of his own body, the injuries stitched into his side, and the possibility that someone also wants to make sure he's doing alright.

God, who is Steve Harrington, Eddie questions to himself.

Once the tears have subsided and breathing has been placed under control, Steve feels exhausted. Eddie seems to notice because he suggests, "Why don't you lay down for a while? Maybe snooze some while I make soup?"

Steve nods with slight hesitancy. "Can I—" he stutters, "Can I lay down in my room?" To Eddie, this is the quietest he's ever heard his friend. And that doesn't sit right with him. A man—bulky and toned, loud and sassy, bark with no bite—now sitting with his shoulders slumped, skin blotched in various shades of pink and red, breathing ragged, and looking at Eddie with terribly timid eyes. He's just a little boy, some part of Eddie whispers.

"Yeah man. 'Course you can. How 'bout you get yourself to bed, I'll follow behind with your can, give you your medicine, and leave the door open just in case you need something?" The nod Eddie gets back is so energetic, it's as if Steve wasn't sick to begin with. That part of him that's been whispering and wondering is now aching. All he wanted was to be looked after.

Where are your parents, Eddie wants to ask aloud. Who was here to take care of you, Eddie wants to dig.

In mere moments, Steve is tucked back into bed. The curtains are drawn to be almost completely closed. His door is left unlocked and gaping. There are soft snuffles drifting through the house. And Eddie finds himself in front of the Harrington's fancy electric stove.

Before he came back downstairs to cook, Steve whispered something about there being Campbell's in the pantry. "If you want to heat it up on the stove, that's what my mama did when I was really little. It's what I do now."

Eddie glances at the cans and makes a decision for Steve, He deserves better than a piss poor attempt. Homemade it is.

When he was little, Wayne used to make soup on sick days. Still does. During the recovery time when Eddie's sides were still sore with stitches and itchy with stretch, Wayne would bring him a bowl of soup and a tall glass of orange juice on a little tray. He makes a mean bowl of tomato. "Something my mamaw taught me and now I can show you," he had told Eddie.

As much of a bare wasteland as Steve's kitchen is—What does he eat, Eddie wonders—he manages to find all the ingredients necessary. After a couple cupboards are ripped open and some miscellaneous drawers sifted through, he finds himself stirring a simmering metal pot of something he hopes Steve can keep down.

Eddie wants to chastise Steve for even thinking about being sick alone. What a misery sentence. Was probably going to call Robin and say something about, "You don't need to worry. It's not bad. I'll just be out of work for a couple days." Then he would've trekked back upstairs, slow like molasses, and locked the door behind him. Would've laid in bed shivering and crying and barfing. Probably would have passed out by the time he was finally hungry.

Steve even apologized earlier for being taken care of. As if he was a burden. Made himself smaller and tighter and quieter, that's for sure. So Eddie won't do any form of chastising. That'd only make him disappear on himself more.

As the soup is being dished up with plain toast and a cup is being filled with pulpy orange juice, Eddie hears Steve startle awake upstairs. Goes from snoring almost as loud as Wayne in the winter to dry heaving, hard.

Eddie sets the made tray down onto the counter. He makes his way back to the front door and chucks his shoes to the side and hangs up his jacket. Then, tumbles upstairs just as Steve is breathing raspy again.

One. Two. Three knocks on the open bedroom door. And in the blink of an eye, Eddie is over at Steve's side. He's crying again. Nothing like the nauseous sobs from earlier, but sniffles and silent watery blinks.

Steve's hair is pushed back again. "What's goin' on Stevie? What happened?"

"N-nothing," he spits frantically into the air. Like a kid trying to hide a lollipop behind their back. A teenager caught with a lit cigarette in hand. The family dog with a sneaker in it's mouth being told to drop it.

"Okay. Okay, I won't push. But I brought you some soup and orange juice. It's not the best because there's so much pulp in it, but it'll do for now. Oh, and—" Eddie sings. He digs around in his jorts pockets for a small container. As he brandishes it just in Steve's line of sight, he says, "Found some vapor-rub in the medicine cabinet downstairs. Now it is a few months out of date, but that just means more will need to be appl—honey, what's goin' on?" he questions softly.

Steve's sniffles have turned into thin-lipped, eyes glazed and bloodshot, muffled sobs. He has a streak of snot dripping down on his upper lip and his chest keeps stuttering. Eventually, he chokes out, "You brought the soup to me."

And what a statement.

The sentence slaps Eddie across the face, causing his head to rear back. It confuses him, that's what it does. Obviously I brought him soup, what the fuck, he asks himself incredulously.

"Wha—of course. That's what you do when somebody is sick. You help 'em out, bring soup or crackers or whatever and make sure they're better," Eddie supplies as he wipes away the sweat and snot with his banana. There's a brief moment where the only sound is Steve crying. The room is dim and he seems more comfortable than when the door was initially answered.

Eddie thinks back to the apologizing. The making himself smaller and quieter. His hesitancy about wanting to sleep in his own bed. How his mom used to make soup. And the statement, "Got a good grasp on this." Pieces start to click, sirens sound off, door number three has opened and behind it is a shiny new car.

A horrifying realization. The easy solution to Eddie's childlike curiosity over where Steve's parents are. And that in itself makes him want to hurl into the trashcan or pull full force at his hair or sob.

His parents aren't here and haven't been in a long while, Eddie accuses.

"Oh, Stevie." He pets again at his drenched hair. "I'm not going anywhere, alright? You don't have to worry about that with me. Let me do what I need to do, but I'll be right here if you need anything."

"Okay," Steve whispers.

Within just a couple minutes, Eddie has Steve propped back up on a mountain of pillows. Some from the hall closet, the stale bedroom of his parents, and the ones from his own bed. He's changed the bag in the can with a call of, "It's alright, no big deal," after Steve's cry that Eddie didn't need to do that. A bedside lamp has been turned on. An ice cold wet rag has been situated over his neck. There's a thick layer of vapor-rub in his chest hair.

Then came the aforementioned lunch. It smells divine. As if God himself started a soup kitchen in the Harrington's desolate house. What's even better is that it's definitely not chicken noodle.

"I don't remember there being any cans of tomato in the pantry," Steve notes.

"Oh, well. I thought you deserved better than that crap. Made something Wayne usually serves up. Family recipe," he sings again.

"Oh," Steve breathes. His eyes feel wet again, but he fights every part of him that says to cry. He's done enough of that. "Y'know, you didn't have to," he says quietly.

Eddie makes the wounded sound of a shot dog. He finishes setting up the tray on the stiff mattress. Then, situates himself to sit on Steve's left, rubbing down his bare back. "I wanted to. That's all that matters. Now eat up before it gets cold."

And he does just that. The bowl is hot to the touch. Its contents still fresh from being boiled. Even the gulps of orange juice don't burn as bad as when he was little. Steve feels five years old again. He's anticipating the late afternoon lunch from his mom where she'll show him vapor-rub and a spoonful of Pepto-Bismol. In the living room, she's going to lay down, with him on top, and they'll watch reruns of his favorite cartoons. The curtains are closed and she hums lullabies as he drifts off to sleep.

Eddie rubs his back and hums songs and kisses his forehead gently. Which, Steve hasn't been given that amount of affection in a long while. And he honestly doesn't mind.

There's something that's been sitting between the two of them, a thing the size of a ten pound medicine ball. A word shaped like love and comfort. The space where Eddie shares stories about Uncle Wayne and his hibernation snoring when the temperatures drop and how he acquired every single mug on their wall. And in response, Steve listens and drips a couple droplets of how his mom would read Goodnight Moon and kiss him on his cheek or on summer days where they'd splash each other in the shallow depth of the pool. Before it became a graveyard. Or the loosely sketched outline of a mom and her child. His dad wasn't as close, but he'd play catch when Steve was still learning about baseball or share facts about his car that intrigued little eight year old Steve in a way no sport has ever done before. How he acquired the bowling pin from the one time his parents took him out for his birthday. The car painting being something his dad did in his spare time, not bought from some general store in the next town over.

Even in his sick state, Steve thinks about pecking Eddie on the lips. Wonders how smooth they are. If he uses chapstick. What flavor it could be. His mind supplies days in the future where they make soup for each other and shout about how excellent Hellfire was or Lucas' basketball game had been. Mornings shaped by soft snores and gentle touches and steaming cups of coffee. Nights wrapped around each other, cooing sweet nothings when the nightmares become bloody again, and sex that's slow and drawn out. Or the quiet moments where Steve needs a shoulder to cry on. And open arms so that Eddie is encased in comfort, even after everything.

At his final spoonful and dip of toasted crust, Steve whispers, "I love you." As treacherous as his mouth has been in the past, this final decision isn't as daunting as the rest from earlier today. Some part of Steve knew that it would come to a head and the words would spill from his lips like the soup on his chin.

Eddie hums beside him. He kisses Steve one. Two. Three times on the forehead. Then he sets the tray aside with all the empty dishes and the vapor-rub with three finger divots. He strips down to his boxers and a simple t-shirt. And he tucks Steve in as he scoots on top of the duvet to hold him.

"I love you, too," he responds. "And I'll be here when you get up. So get some rest and the next time you're awake, I'll go get some new orange juice and more ingredients for tomato soup and a container of unexpired Vick's."

Steve drifts off to sleep with his body curled around Eddie's side.

In the morning, the curtains are open and soft sunlight streaks in the bedroom. Eddie has left the house to do a quick grocery run, leaving behind a note of "Just lay back and relax. I brought the phone upstairs if you want to keep yourself entertained."

He calls Robin to muse aloud how excellent Eddie is. Their dance around each other now concluded over a simple bowl of soup. How nice it is to finally get the care he wish he had when his mom started to go away. Him kissing a guy before she could kiss a girl and her shriek off, "The next time I see you, I'm gonna give you the nastiest, biggest wet willy this world has ever seen. Trust in it, Steve Harrington."

The threat isn't an empty one, but it makes Steve chuckle anyway. Even though he still feels that encroaching violent twist of his stomach and a cough that could send him flat on his ass.

And when the phone call ends and Eddie is back inside with soup being made on the stove? Steve feels like maybe it's alright to rely on his true family when the time comes. He makes a promise to himself too that he'll learn how to make the best goddamned chicken noodle soup this world has ever tasted. All so that he can dote over Eddie the same. Make sure that he really knows just how much Steve loves him.

"I love you," Eddie breaths into his tussled hair later on the couch, where they're watching cartoons.

"Love you, too," Steve slurs as his body becomes heavier with sleep.

[francismosses]

sucky sucky now mommy

need milkies

(i am so sorry for typing this)

[do-as-you-dont]

I need help finding a tik tok bc accidentally hitting the for you button before you can like a video is hell. It’s a slideshow of hange Zoe screenshots, and at the end in a pic of oil. It’s the “need sucky sucky now mommy” audio. The vid description was hange x reader smut and I didn’t get to finish reading it 😭

[spiritusfabellas]

Okay I may be just crazy talking to myself but I watch Smosh (Youtube) and there they have a saying like "mommy needs its juice" and "titty milk" or "mommy milky" and "sucky?". I connect that all to Käärijä now. Let babygirl have his milk! Being horny requires A LOT of energy 👉🏻👈🏻

[marinajeffrey55]

Info - sub Timmy, reader lactating, nursing handjob, crying from desperation, baby talk, sex act in car, horny in public, mommy kink, licking up cum

“It feels weird to be doing something without Fiona,” I chuckled as I pushed the cart.

“I know, but we needed to do this,” y/n said. “It was so bad that there was only ketchup and mustard in the refrigerator.”

“Thank god for my mom,” I laughed. I was a very content man with a hot wife and a new baby. If I had one problem it would probably be-

“WAHHHHH!” I heard the scream of a baby.

“Oh shit!” I heard y/n whisper. I turned to her and felt my legs nearly give out. Stains where her nipples were, were blossoming. She was lactating. I felt myself grow achingly hard.

“Mommy,” I moved towards her involuntarily and the baby kept crying in the distance.

“No, I can’t deal with this and subby Timmy at the same time,” she said and I felt bad but I also needed her desperately.

“Please mommy, my thingy is so damn hard.”

“I’ll be in the car, pay and come out and I’ll take care of you,” she told me. She awkwardly tried to hide her shirt and began to stalk out. I readjusted my pants, but there was no hiding the massive bulge. I let out a tiny whine as I looked at the list. Three more things to get. Could I manage? You’re really flushed, is it too hot in here?” The checker asked.

“M’fine, just need to get to mommy,” I let the last word slip and then moaned in embarrassment. I was now getting a weird look. I went as fast as I could to the car, and threw the groceries in the back.

“Why is mommy in the drivers seat?” I asked in a tiny voice.

“I never trust sub Timmy to drive,” she said.

“Mommy, the patches on your shirt are so big,” I gasped as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“I know baby, let’s just get somewhere private.”

“I’m so stiff,” I complained.

“I know baby boy, poor baby has such a hard cock doesn’t he? Needs mommy’s milk yeah?”

“Yes mommy, I wan suckies really bad,” I whined.

“Just two more turns handsome,” she assured me. We were finally in a deserted lot. She got up and went to the back. I scrambled back as well, happy I’d put the groceries in the trunk. She took off her shirt and bra and I burst into subby tears

“Woah, sweet heart, what’s the matter?” She asked me.

“Haven’t nursed in two months,” I sobbed. “Not fair.”

“Awww, I’m so sorry baby, I know I’ve been selfish, come on, come nurse,” she said and cradled my head. Tears she said and cradled my head. Tears still ran down my face as I happily nuzzled into her boob. I suckled noisily like she liked. I felt the sweetness hit my tongue and I whimpered. I was straining in my pants. Mommy knew what to do. She unzipped them and I sighed in relief when my cock was finally free.

“Oh baby,” she said, tapping a finger in my precum. “So much drool.”

I writhed a bit, so turned on as held her breast and sucked milk into my desperate mouth.

“You need me to help you? Hmmm, does baby need some release. I bet you’ll feel so much better when it’s all out.”

“Yes mommy, please, it’s wiggling, I’m needy,” I whimpered.

“Oh I’ll take care of my baby,” she told me. “You just worry about nursing you poor thing.”

I stuffed my face back against her tit as I felt her hand begin to move. I squealed with joy and bucked into her grip. I was panting on her nipple, barely able to stay attached with how I was whining.

“Tender mommy, love nip,” I told her.

“Yes baby,” she cooed. “And mommy loves your stiff thingy and how pretty and pink it is. Look at those pretty veins, you’re so ready to pop aren’t you? Are baby’s sacs too full?”

“So full mommy,” I said and more tears leaked from my eyes.

“Then keep sucking,” she said gently. Her hand moved faster.

“M-mommy, mommy, oh, mommy,” I cried and my thingy exploded. As I sucked her nip my white stuff shot out. I was gulping down milk as I moaned over and over again.

“Haaa, haaa, haaa,” I whimpered witheach rope. She was laughing sweetly. I looked up at her from her tit. She kept eye contact with me as she licked her hand clean.

[skiplo-wave]

I need to vent. How does someone go from sweet love story, to marriage, to not being able to have kids and this couple adopts some siblings from a orphanage. They came from a bad situation to this new family filled with hope and love. And then the wife decides this isn't for me, I am not ready to be a mom and I am also going to cheat on my husband & leave him for another man that has a fucking child. What a sucky ass situation to put those beautiful babies you adopted in and a broken ex-husband trying to be mom and dad now.

Well, now she signed her rights over just to play step mommy with another kid which she is in no way shape or form should take care of a child. Now that the ex-husband found happiness again and a good ALMOST step mom to those kids, the ex-wife is now trying to get her rights back which is not going to work. Legally she can't. It's a losing battle. So she's trying to show up to their school stuff. They had to put a no contact order and she got banned from their school. But now they fear they are being stalked by the ex-wife.

Yeah, she didn't want to be a mom to those adopted kids except her new man's kid BUT she doesn't want another woman stepping in as the mother of those adopted kids she gave away basically

WHAT THE FUCK.

Throw her whole ass in the trash

All children deserve parents but not all parents deserve children!

[saltyxtides]

MONTGOMERY WARDEYN.

Bayden was one of the most cuddly people on the planet despite his off putting personality and when he finally put his arm up around her Monty felt more signs of him. Between the home-spun gifting so simple and the quickness for affection she had no reason to suspect anything was up in this room.

Until he refused to dance. 

Celeste told Bayden she wouldn’t try to ruin his life with family, but it seemed her own stubbornness couldn’t help itself. 

Celeste said to Bayden Monty would sniff it out because she was a witch too. Nah. She could sniff it out because Celeste couldn’t follow one simple lead set before her. 

When families have traditions you don’t break them. She even just heard Monty say out loud Bayden was the one who made up this tradition giving Celeste the biggest clue how important this was to Bayden and Monty really comes here every year just for him to do this. Celeste was fucking up by not just going through the motions and moving along. She was tipping Monty off is what she was doing sucking at acting like Bayden at all.

Why does it matter if we don’t do it this year?

“Because it’s what we do. It’s our tradition. It’s how I know you love me. You’re acting weird. Not your regular weird. Actual weird.”  

She shook her head no. She wasn’t going to stop.

Then up she went forced off his lap. As her mind was reliving the Valentine’s Day the tradition was made up she almost became turned into a boiling pot of rage because she knew things right now Celeste did not. The Bay turned this into being worried for mommy. She narrowed her eyes at him. She stood there with little white knuckled fist balls at her sides and straight arms. It was the only thing he could have said to simmer her down and make her believe in any sort of way something might have been more important than the dance. The stupid mamma’s boy. Thank fuck he was so that he was so easy to manipulate. They did need Jude alive.

“Fine, but we’ll dance in the house before I go. I’ll hate giving mom the satisfaction of knowing how mushy we get, but I’m getting my dance. I blame you. My date can wait. I’m worth it.”

Personal life? Shrugging her off and going vague with terms like personal life? Who did he think he was talking to? He wasn’t an employee speaking to a boss. This wasn’t work. This was his sister. They didn’t have boundaries like that. Personal life? That’s what she came for so he could talk to someone for real because he lied to all the doctors. They both knew that. She was who went to about his personal life. So this instantly made no sense now. She was his real person and now he was going to suddenly build a wall?  – At least, Monty thought she was his real person. Truly, she was. At least, Bayden attempted to make a real person out of Rowan because of the things he couldn’t open up to Monty. But, Rowan started to be a sucky friend too. You know you’re a sucky friend when Bayden decides he likes his sister better than you.

“What personal life? Look, if this is about Janet again her husband doesn’t know. If she’s acting weird again she’s just scared of getting caught, but that’s half the thrill for her anyway. I have already gotten the last janitor that was going to file a report fired. I said he touched me. I did a mind wipe on her hubs before he could confront her. He’s never going to confront her, Bayden. I got ahead of it all. Really. You’re in the clear. Fuck nurse pussy to your heart’s content. She had a hysterectomy. I don’t really give a fuck if it gives you some excitement in these boring walls and I don’t become an auntie. Just try to be discreet. Just tell me if you think someone saw you guys again so I can deal with it. You know it just snow balls into a bigger mess when you stall.”

He danced with a girl before?

She laughed as she gathered up her gifts and his gift basket so he could go through it at the house.

“Yeah, I know all about your dates to all those medical conventions and galas Mom paid for so you could appear like a nice young man that knew nice girls back when she paraded you around like a patient monkey in a suit. You cleaned up real nice too. Remember the one in the red dress with big puffy brunette hair? The convention you accidently got burnt down? I helped pick her out. She seemed like your type. But you always told me those girls didn’t count. It doesn’t count when your mommy pays them to be on your arm.”

Then she thought about his moments he escaped and his hallucinations. She better check in to be sure he’s okay. She waved them on.

“Change of heart? They count now? Or is my big brother keeping a secret from me?” She started to smile like come on. Let it out. Spill if there’s something’s to tell.

Getting through the hospital and loading up the car would have to go in relative silence because even though much of the staff knew what was going on so Bayden wasn’t unaccounted for during head counts there was still an obscurity to taking a patient with a life sentence without parole dropped in this program off grounds, even if it was just up the hill to the director’s house.

Bayden would be forced to lie down in the backseat where he wouldn’t be seen as they drove up the hill. He knew the routine, but if Celeste messed anything up along the way Monty was sure to remind him. Once safely stowed away she’d say, “Remember the first time I drove you and we snuck away first to get ice cream and Indian food? We laughed so much and you wanted to run away. I asked how we would live. You said I don’t care as long as I have ice cream, and Indian food, and you, every day forever you thought it was so good. I’ll be good I swear. I kept telling you you were good. Mom was so mad by the time we finally went home. I’m surprised she ever trusted me to drive you, her precious boy, ever again.”

But boy oh boy if the real Bayden could read minds. Thank goodness he couldn’t. If he knew Rowan-Celeste-Whatever-She-Wanted-To-Be-Called was judging him all the time the way she was, judging his family, just fucking all of it, daring to act like she had room to judge as if Celeste had a normal bone her body worthy to cast normal judgement… that’d be last she’d ever see of him. Luckily, he could not read minds.

Instead while Celeste was avoiding the dance with his sister the real Bayden was dreaming of it, wishing for it, and missing it so greatly stuck in Rowan’s body he’d… she’d nearly be having a breakdown of their own in silent tears by themselves avoiding everyone for the rest of the day because they were close. Monty and Bayden were close. That was the problem here. Celeste was somehow missing even though they were putting Bayden through all this she was all he had in the whole world. She was his everything. Of course they were close. She was his one and only visitor in the entire fucking world. If the girl wasn’t intelligent enough to figure out these two were close she was going to ruin his life before the day was through because Monty didn’t have to be a witch to figure out something was wrong with Bayden if this was going to keep up.

( @montywonmom​ )  

      THEY tested the water’s that they treaded on.  Montgomery just happened to be the current that demanded there full attention or so god they would certainly find themselves in deeper water.

      ‘ The trick, ’ said the voice in there head, ‘ is to commit your sins in plain sight. ’ as if the voice read there mind.  They needed to switch to there p l a n B.  Not that they were happy about having to do it.

      Sadly.  They fingered the hidden package in the leather jacket’s hidden upper pocket.  That they managed to hide, as Montgomery almost found it earlier if they didn’t stop her from patting his stomach.  Soreness is one factor, as there was also something they didn’t want them finding.  Though they hoped they could have given it to Clarissa, but it was still made with Montgomery in mind, in case they had to go with PLAN b.

      “Ok.  Then what about sibling code of conduct?”

      “If you don’t want me to be salty next year little sister then here’s a solution.  Once a month.  Preferably any sunday.  Call me.  Believe it or not I have a phone.”  Pulling it out && wiggling it to show her the proof that she must already knew about.  Yet there was still another in assistant living house too.

      “Since you’re the one with the busiest schedule.  It’s easier for you to make the call first.  Yea?”  Since being in Bayden’s body a little over a month, they’ve learned a thing or two about them just from observing alone.

      “&& you can start on how much of a DWEEB you’re d a t e was.  Tonight.”  Emphasizing older-ly brother distaste of her date she was going to have tonight.  Bayden’s sister so happily brought to the conversation.  Along with portraying selfish-concern.  After all she was meeting a total stranger that just might psychologically be more fucked up than her.  It’s not that impossible to imagine that Bayden could be worried about there little sister’s well being.  Along with the teasing that it wasn’t SUNDAY but t u e s d a y.

       But using dramatic means to make a point, but underlining that they must miss there younger sister, &&. be concerned all on top of it all, while wishing to connect more felt stronger in leads of Bayden’s side of a brother.

      They could only hope by the time Montgomery calls next time she’ll actually be talking to the real Bayden.  If Montgomery ever called again - one visit a month wasn’t enough effort for them to accept.  Cause regardless of her attitude now, the real Bayden deserved better, && needed more.

       They knew Bayden was SALTY but his sister was certainly s n a p p y.  Couldn’t help but admire the ORIGINAL-d u e t of the Wardeyn siblings. Feeling a grin tug at the corner of there lips.  “What are you talking about Monty?  WE give m o m the satisfaction every year.  Every dance — ” pointing at the ceiling, rolling there finger &&. whistling for dramatic effect, as if circling the surveillance not just from the camera’s around the room, but some of the nurses capturing the successful valentines day event they so provide at Briarcliff Asylum DR.W a r d e y n could use for publicity.

       “I know it’s our TRADITION , it’s i m p o r t a n t to me , && I know it’s important to you too.  Despite everything , we still have each other — ”  

      “ — It’s just this year I wanted . . .  to surprise you?  Do something DIFFERENT for y o u that can’t be done here but you’re hella impatient.  You deserve better then paper doilies && dancing under construction paper hearts Monty. ”  They didn’t lie, going into damage control mode - as they had a plan in mind in case the nuclear reactor was over-heating they thought it through since Christmas.  That’s how far along they planned this in case they had too.

       It also was a drop of a hint. A big brother ruffling his younger sister’s feather’s on the outside playing on her impatient weaknesses.  Only they tested what was possible && what wasn’t from the inside as they were learning as they go.  There not Bayden because in the end, no one could replace the original, but there not dumb enough going into this blindly, they had a little more creativity/planning it was always something that felt familiar to them. 

       Slowly turning around, walking backwards as there hands would jam into the front pockets of Bayden’s signature leather jacket.  There was something soft.  A soft muffling clanking sound being jostled around in that LEATHER j a c k e t of his that clearly would peak Montgomery’s interest as they wouldn’t have stopped until she had recognized the sound was coming off them.  As they wouldn’t give it/reveal it until they got back to the house it seemed.

       They hoped the little hints being dropped might lower there blood pressure, cause Montgomery couldn’t hide her anger veins if her life depended on it!  All they could HOPE for was that they border lined thought — maybe she just got to close to something Bayden didn’t want her to find so quickly > That sitting on his lap might have made them overly nervous — Could have outright panicked && moved her without thinking twice about it > doing all they could to try to cover for it only saying the first thing that came to mind.  H o p e f u l l y.

       . . .  They were silent for a moment as they pivoted forward, as they were wanted to be angry but couldn’t.  Bayden’s own sister talked about a cheap version of what happened to her own mother when there where plenty of other ways - tactics - to get someone fired.  To carelessly use sexual assault as a means of an end knowing the person they are talking too?

‘ ...I was never wanted just some accident of rape okay ’   ‘ ...I don’t belong on this fucking earth. I shouldn’t fucking exist ’

       It was like going back as they saw the ghostly visage of that night play in the back of there head.  Remembering the pain in Bayden’s face as Rowan, hearing the hurt in his voice as Rowan that night.  Worse they couldn’t get mad — not for what DR.W a r d e y n or for BAYDEN been through because of it.  

       “ You know this conversation is starting to snow ball into an avalanche, because I’ve temporarily taken a hiatus on nurses.  FOCUS l e s s on Janet - that was so last month but don’t quote me on it cause it’ll probably be back in next month.  BUT concentrate m o r e on the pressing matters that my life right now is glitteringly — coarse && rough && irritating && messily everywhere && not worth much to bother about. ”  It’s basically like glitter. If it was a feeling, that’s how they felt.  The problems they struggled with as they couldn’t exactly tell Monty everything, but they also couldn’t lie either or be damned by getting caught by a Witches intuition.  They met in the middle of things.

       They had forgotten about that.  Briefly remembering seeing Bayden dress up a couple times in a PENGUIN-s u i t e /  FORMAL-s u i t e as all that sounded a lot like glorified torture, && it made a little more sense as they snorted with humor.  “ I looked liked Oswald Cobblepot on a bad day. ”  They wanted to smile, the kind of smile that would reflect that they were thinking of someone that they liked-a u g h aware of?  Bayden stature in a suite reminded them of cosplaying Oswald Cobblepot, the Robin Lord Taylor version, at least.  They wanted to be mean && tease him about it now.  Feeling a massive curiosity too, unfortunately they couldn’t tap into memory's of Bayden to pry what Montgomery meant when — convention you accidently got burnt down.  Feeling instantly && unreasonably annoyed but it didn’t change a thing about themselves to show it.

       “Keep taken cheap shots at me aye?  Is it about time I tell you?  SHOULD I s p i l l?”  Obviously as they where baiting Montgomery, while they were thinking about what to even say!  That memory was something that Bayden didn’t even tell his sister, regardless of him not believing they were real.  They didn’t want to tell her.  They liked that she didn’t know.  Until the answer came out all on it’s own solving itself.  

       “ TSK. T s k.  Tsk.  You forgot I used to work at Hotel Cortez — && I danced with one hot mamá.  One HOT d r u n k mamá — ” to be fair, if there was someone Bayden would dance with.  They could certainly visualize Bayden doing something that near amusing anyway.  If he locks DJ’s in bathroom’s to heist the music playlist there’s wiggle room to work with here. “ — but don’t go telling MOM t h a t.  That’s just stays between the two of us now. ”  All jokes aside && banter with Montgomery there was a feeling — a feeling that caused the hair on the back of there neck to stand up.  Alarmed by it.

       For a long moment they’re demeaner changed after reaching a certain point with Montgomery as it obviously made them feel the weight of it.  Slowing there steps enough to have them walking side by side, slowly falling a hair behind her so she was in front.  Not sure how to act . . . but they didn’t ignore what they felt && kept a solemnness to them.  Committed to the silence, even it wasn’t what Montgomery was used to.

       They did not know the weight of the danger Bayden was in, but they could understand what they where getting themselves involved.  Only it didn’t stop the skin prickling along there back, as it wouldn’t have made sense to sit somewhere like the front.  Honestly, regardless of them doing it wrong.  They seemed to prefer the backseat.  There could be a lot of Karen’s out there, && being in Bayden’s sister’s car, no doubt would have a lot of EYES on t h e m.  Regardless of having to take a moment to lie down --- holding there breath as they hid the painful soreness erupting from there abdomen until they where flat on there back.  

       Those words rang in Bayden’s brain.  They felt themselves sinking in the backseat as there was no recollection.  There mind was numb && the body fluttered with minor panic.  It’s not something there used to.  The concept of family.  The concept of being raised properly, as it’s easy to tell DR.W a r d e y n loved them in her own way.  There are some holes in there memory right now though they hope to fill in the gaps with Rowan’s casefile sooner or later, but they know, Bayden had it better growing up.

       A reflexive smile reached there lips, as they suppressed a laugh, leaving a groan like sound as it sounded like the struggled not to laugh. “ It’s memories like those Monty that make it all worth it, you know . . . almost as good as . . . my little sister’s company, ice cream, Indian food, && mom scaring the shit out us!  DDAAMMNN.  That’s c o l d.  ICE c o l d that you’d think mom wouldn’t ever trust you with me after that.  It wouldn’t ever be the same without you.” 

[meideixx]

[thealternatemind]

I haven’t taken my medication in 2 days because I’m still waiting for my prescription to be filled and I already had a mental breakdown over trauma lol

[kirisslut]

ochaco nsfw alphabet? 👉👈

"Ochaco Uraraka: NSFW Alphabet"

↬w/ Ochaco Uraraka x gn!afab!reader

↬Summary: NSFW alphabet with Ochaco Uraraka

↬Warnings: smut (obviously-), uhh idk what else this is mostly vanilla, mentions of impact play ig, overstimulation, mommy kink

↬Author's Note: I took out like two letters because I had no ideas but I hope you enjoy this anyway!! I'm sorry if it's sucky - JJ <3

↬Do not proceed if you are under 15 as this is a 15+ blog

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If she's subbing then she's generally kind of quiet and maybe a little insecure afterwards so I feel like she'd need a lot of praise and reassurance, kisses and cuddles are also an essential. But if she's domming then I feel like she'd be really motherly and ready to take care of you, she checks in on you a lot and needs to make sure that you're okay, she's just really sweet and will do anything for you. She'll grab you a snack and drink for you to have and she makes sure you eat it all so she knows you ate and drank something.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like her favorite of hers is her thighs, now hear me out. I feel like she was insecure about them at first but then you kept talking about how much you love and adore them and she was like "oh 😳" and now she loves them. And then I feel like her favorite of yours is probably your hands, they're pretty and she loves holding them and kissing them and when you use them to finger her until she's sobbing and begging for you to stop-

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She lowkey wants to have a threesome with you and one of the girls from class 1-A but she’d never admit that out loud, she’s too embarrassed but she literally thinks about that 24/7- it lives in her mind rent free

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like she wouldn't really know what she was doing at first because she wouldn't sleep with anyone she didn't completely trust and she's never completely trusted anybody before you. But after a while she'd catch on and figure it out, she also might do a little research too (not porn though, she knows that isn't the greatest example)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, she likes looking into your eyes no matter who's getting fucked stupid, she loves your eyes and staring into them

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like she'd be mostly serious but if something funny happens like on accident then she'll burst out laughing and probably apologize for it when she calms down

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like she keeps hers shaved majority of the time if she knows you two will be having sex soon but sometimes she's got a little bit of hair but not much, she keeps it pretty well trimmed most of the time

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I'd say theres a lot of romance during sex with her most of the times, but sometimes she'll get a little too much into it and either get fucked like a complete worthless whore or fuck you like you're a complete worthless but those are both rare occasions for her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I feel like she masturbates a lot but is really shy about it so you'd never know she did it. If you do find out and you confront her about it then she'd probably die right on the spot from embarrassment

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise- she’s like praising you a lot, she likes calling you a good boy/girl and telling you how pretty you look for her, but she also really likes being praised, it’s one of her favorite things in the world

Overstimulation- she really loves when you overstimulate her, even if she’s begging for you to stop, but she really loves when you do it

Mommy kink- she likes being called mommy and I am a firm believer in this. You calling her that boosts her confidence and turns her on so much

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She gives me basic bedroom vibes, she just likes to be comfy while she's having sex so sex outside of the bedroom is very very rare

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing and flustering is definitely one, you doing it to her will definitely turn her on but doing the same to you also turns her on, you just look so cute when you're a flustered mess because she's flirting with you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like she'd be uncomfy with any type of cnc, scat, piss kink, harsh pain play (she's fine with some but she doesn't like it really harsh or painful, anything like that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves both, she could sit in between your thighs for hours and she's damn good at it too

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She’s slow and sensual for the most part, she’s rarely fast and rough, you guys have been together for like 3 years and that had only happened twice so far, so it is a rare occasion for you two

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t mind them but she doesn’t necessarily enjoy them too much, she likes to take her time when she’s having sex because it’s really important to her

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She is to some extent, but she doesn’t like taking very many risks so she likes taking baby steps up to something that either of you want to try

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I feel like she’d last an average amount of time but she doesn’t go for very many rounds, she just gets overwhelmed way too fast, which is sometimes a good thing but it becomes actually too much after a little while

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like she has so many toys it isn’t even funny- like every time she sees one she wants, she goes “I don’t need it” then goes back and buys it a couple hours later- she uses them a lot, both on you and herself but mainly on herself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I can see her being a little bit of a tease, but she’s not too much of one, she just likes riling you up a little but she breaks pretty easy if you beg for her enough

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s really loud, like the neighbors have complained a lot about how loud you two are. She moans and whines mainly but she does whimper occasionally

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She says she loves you a lot during sex, whether she’s domming or subbing, she just really loves you and she wants you to know that

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s very high, she’s asking to fuck atleast 4-5 times a week, she just really likes having sex with you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If she’s subbing then she falls asleep fairly soon after but when she’s domming she’ll make herself stay up until you fall asleep then she’ll go to sleep after you

[sageworld]

She Knows Pt. 3 ; JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, Barry

A/N; Okay first of all I wanna say thank you guys so much, I woke up with 300 notifications & it was my first night ever writing on tumblr also @msgorillagripcoochie YOURE LITERALLY MY FAVORITE EVER UGH NEED SUCKY SUCKY NOW MOMMY

Warnings; Threesome, Oral M&F receiving, facials

Part 1; Here Part 2; Here, Part 4; Here

The one where you get over your ex with & go back to being full kook !

With tears in my eyes I walked with confidence in my red bottom heels. It was the night of midsummers, JJ & the pogues had caused quite the scene, with him lifting her up in victory as they ran off into the night.

As I came closer to the trailer, dirty with plants & god knows what else, Barry slithers his way out.

“What you doin here Y/n?” His voice rough, a blunt between his lips.

“I’m here for this.” I smile, taking the blunt from his lips & placing it between my own. The inhale is soothing but the exhale makes me feel like i’m on fire.

“Oh that’s all you here for?” Barry’s face is playful, when JJ would buy weed a lot of times it would be from Barry so, we grew a bit of a friendship during the short visits.

“I mean we could go inside, these shoes are killing me.” I reach down and rub my ankle, dropping the blunt in the process purposely.

Quickly grabbing it and before I lift myself up, I grab onto Barry’s thighs, looking up at him with dough eyes. “Oops, I think I just moved to fast.” I say, still bent over, my face right in front of his clothed self. He tangles his hands in my hair & smiles before lifting me up to stand again. “C’mon, let’s go inside then.”

“Hope you don’t mind some company.” Barry says pulling me inside, I see none other than Rafe Cameron & Topper Thornton on his couch.

“What’re you guys doing here?”

“Nothi-.” Topper attempts to answer before Rafe cuts him off, “Sarah ditched him at midsummers for John B so now, I’m helping my boy out.” Rafe says patting Toppers shoulder.

“Well I’m upset to, don’t you guys wanna help me out?.” My voice purring as I sit between the two on the couch, placing my hands on my thighs. “JJ ditched me for Kiara.” I explain.

“Oh yeah of course!” Toppers fidgety self tries to help by offering a line of coke. “Here, it’s awesome.”

“That’s not what I want, Topper.” I lightly laugh. Once I place my hand on his & Rafe’s upper thighs, they both understand what Barry did a few moments ago.

“Are you sure? Both of us?” The unsure tone in Rafe usually high strung voice is something you’d never heard. “Not both, I want all 3 of you.” I smile leaning back even farther into the old couch, putting one of my legs up on Toppers lap, exposing my pretty pink panties.

“C’mon country clubs, it’ll be fun.” Barry smiles, getting down onto his knees in front of me, rubbing me through my underwear.

I look to my left & see Topper in amazement, sitting up & rubbing my thigh. I feel Rafe’s mouth all over my neck & chest area.

“You guys are so good to me.” I sign, rubbing the boys on either sides of me backs. Soon enough, Barry and taken off my panties before shoving them into his pocket. “Those are mine.” He smiles up at me before putting his head in between my legs.

Moans poor from my lips, Topper now taking off his shirt & pulling down the top of my dress, exposing my boobs.

“Fuck, they’re honestly the most perfect pair I think I’ve seen.” Topper states, making Rafe get out of my neck to look. Out of some sort of instinct Rafe puts a nipple into his mouth, suckling it & Topper following his actions. My hands in both of their hair as I moan louder than I ever have.

The feeling of all their hands, traveling my body is something I never thought i’d experience. One of Barry’s hand holding my other thigh open while his other fucks into me, his tongue licking my up.

“Oh fuck yes, Barry!” I moan out thrusting my hips up into his face, it’s a habit.

“C’mere.” Barry states, getting up after being down for a little while, picking me up, forcing both boys to detach themselves & flipping onto all fours on the couch.

I hear shuffling from behind me, all I can assume is the boys getting out of their clothes.

I jump up at the feeling of somebodies tip against me, rubbing it all over my wetness, lubing me up some more. “Fuck you’re so wet.” Topper groans, letting me know it’s him before placing himself inside me. Pushing my dress up more, now it’s just all scrunched in the middle of me.

Slapping my ass as he starts his thrust, I put my head down only for it to be pulled up my Rafe, his cock standing, the tip angry & red in front of mr face.

“Mmm.” I moan out, grabbing the base and putting his tip in my mouth, looking up at him. “Yeah, you like having dick in your mouth huh, pretty baby.” Rafe smiles down at me, slapping my face lightly before shoving even more of himself in my mouth.

At this point Toppers thrust had began to speed up & were now forcing me even more onto Rafe dick. “Fucckk bro shes so wet.” Topper groans, slapping my ass again. I had always pegged him for a boob guys but who knows. The sounds of us three belong in some kind of porno, Toppers thrusts & groans, my moans & slurps, Rafe’s groans. I look over to see Barry, standing & jerking off. I take my hand off of Rafe and use it to reach out to Barry. He walks over and smiles at me.

“Having fun?” He taunts, I smile & say yes, muffling it on Rafe’s thick dick. I reach & grab Barry’s dick that wasn’t as thick as Rafe’s but made up in length, jerking him off. I begin to go back and fourth with my mouth on both boys, sucking either of them while jerking the other off, backing my hips up against Topper, making sure all of them are getting proper care.

Toppers thrusts finally begin to slow down & he pulls out, loud groans following. I feel his tip against my ass, him jerking it off before cumming all over my ass, a string of profanities coming from his mouth.

“Who’s turn now?” I smile up with the sluttiest eyes I can at the two boys. “Me.” Barry calls out, slapping my cheek with his dick making my laugh. I put Rafe back into my mouth as Topper sits down to breath & Barry goes behind me. Before he can even position himself Im backing my hips up & down, begging.

“Somebodies excited, aren’t you?” Barry voice rough. When I don’t respond properly because of Rafe down my throat it upsets him a bit. “I said you’re excited aren’t you?” Barry angrily says, lifting me up by my hair, forcing Rafe out my mouth. “Yes, yes. Please Barry.” I moan, tears in my eyes. He throws me back down & I grab onto Rafe’s members, now opting to suck his balls a bit. “Good fucking girl.” Rafe puts his hands on my face. Topper finds his way back over, not wanting to be left out opts for a handy which I happily obey.

Barry’s long member feels like it poking the inside of my stomach as he thrusts roughly & fast. My moans echoed on Rafe before I hear the sound of my phone ringing.

“Well would you look at that, JJ Maybank.” Barry stopped his thrusts to pick up my phone which had spilled out of my purse & on the phone.

He quickly regains all the power in his thrusts before hitting the answer bottom & putting it on speaker.

“Y/n we need your help-.” JJs pleading voice cut off. “She can’t talk right now.” Barry laughs, hanging up & tossing the phone back down into my purse.

‘I wonder what they wanted’ I couldn’t help but to think. ‘God I miss him.’

Rafe reaches down & begins to play with my erect nipples. “You’re so good.” Topper smiles, stroking my hair to which the other two agree with.

Without any type of warning Barry pulls out, cumming on my ass much like Topper. I take Rafe’s meat out of my mouth and it dangles between him, I want him to see me.

I flip myself over onto my back & widen my legs in front of him, my fucked out pussy throbbing, aching for more. I begin to rub myself “Come here baby.” I smile to Rafe. “Not complaining but why’d you flip over, I tend to be an ass man.” He jokes, jerking himself over me. “Because I have a pretty face & you’re going to love it.”

“Yeah you do.” Rafe swats my hand away from my pussy, replacing it with his before putting it in. Barry & Topper & now flopped on either side of me & we’re kissing all over me & my nipples.

“Yes, fuck Rafe.” I arch my back, brining a lot of attention to my chest. “Harder.” I moan, putting my hair into the boys hair. Enjoying my freedom of not having a dick in my mouth & being able to give direction.

His thrusts speed up & he’s groaning out, his balls slapping against my ass, he fucks into me harder. His hand still rubbing at my clit.

“Rafe I’m going to cum.” My body tightens. “C’mon baby, be a good fucking whore and cum.” His head rolls back. “I’m so proud of you, taking three dicks at once, only good sluts do that.” He pulls out, replacing his hand with his dick, rubbing it all over my wetness. “Rafe.” I moan out loudly & my juices go everywhere, I begin to squirt all over him. “Fuck yes.” I probably look possessed as my eyes roll back and stomach clenches. “Good girl.” Rafe groans, roughly putting his hands on my waist and putting himself back in me, fucking as hard as he can. Him still going just makes me cum even more, Toppers hand began to rub my pussy, making it even more intense, Barry sucking on my neck.

Rafe pulls out & begins to jerk himself off right in front of my face. His tip staring at me. “Fuuuck.” He groans out cumming all over my face. When he done I lick my lips, collecting some into my mouth, making them all chuckle.

Barry gets up & grabs a rag, cleaning me off before collapsing onto me along with the other two boys who did so moments ago.

“So was that like a one time thing or?” Topper asks making me laugh.

Im sorry for being a whore 😟 but lmk if you guys want a part four also DO U GUYS WANT Y/N TO BE WITH JJ IN THE END OR WITH ONE OF THE OTHER GUYS

[marvelous-harry]

Can you write something of where the reader has been busy with work the past couple of days and hasnt really gotten time to spend time with harry and harry gets all upset over it. and the reader comes home from work that day in a bad mood since she’s annoyed with her boss and she accidentally snaps at harry and he gets all emotional. and then he tells her that he missed her and then she takes care of him. sub harry pls and mommy kink. thank uuu

Making Up & Making Out Sub!Harry/Mommy!Dom!Fem!Reader Words: 2K Warnings: Sub!Harry, Mommy!Kink Summary: After an exhausting week at work your temper is fried and you take it out on Harry. You make it up to him though. A/N: Thank you so much for all the love and support. Hit 300 followers yesterday and I just can't believe it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

Closing the front door with way too much force, I let my handbag fall to the floor as I leaned on the door and tried to calm down. Annoyance was bubbling inside of me as I thought about work. Slipping off my coat, I hung it up with a tired sigh.

“You’re home!” Harry said as he came running down the stairs. “What do you want for dinner? I can make anything you want!” he said excitedly as he came closer.

“Just give me a minute, Harry! I’m going to get out of these clothes and have a shower. I just need a second to myself, my boss has been a bitch all week and I just need to be alone right now, okay?!” I snapped at him as I marched up the stairs and into the bedroom. I barely heard the quiet little “yes, Mummy,” from Harry before I closed the door behind me.

Kicking off my shoes, I walked into the master bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the water get warm as I started taking off my clothes. Letting out a frustrated grunt as one of the buttons on my shirt was ripped off and bounced on the bathroom tiles till it came to a standstill just by the clothes hamper.

Sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, I sighed as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Harry’s quiet little “yes, Mummy,” was ringing in my head as his dejected look was in the forefront of my mind. The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. Hell, if Harry had spoken to me like that I probably would’ve spanked him for it.

Standing up, I turned the shower off and headed out of the bathroom. Walking down the stairs, I followed the noise into the kitchen. “Hey,” I said softly as I stepped over to Harry, pressing a kiss to his back and noted that he was wearing one of my hoodies.

“I thought maybe you’d like some tea after your shower so you could enjoy it in bed or something,” Harry mumbled quietly as he stared at the kettle he’d filled up and turned on.

Sighing, I gave him a little hug before turning him around. “Thank you, baby. That’s so sweet of you,” I told him as I looked him over. He was chewing on one of the strings to my hoodie, he had bags under his eyes and his eyes were slightly red like he had been crying.

“I’m so sorry I snapped at you, that was so rude of me,” I told as I took the string out of his mouth and stroked his cheek with my thumb.

“It’s okay, you had a bad day,” he mumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned into my hand.

“It’s not okay. That’s not how we talk to each other no matter how sucky our day has been. I am really sorry, baby. You just wanted to say hi and I shut you down,” I gave him a little smile as I pulled him in for a tight hug. “You look very pretty in my hoodie,”

Harry wrapped his hands around me tightly as he put his head on my shoulder. “I just missed you so much this week I started putting on your clothes so I could smell like you,” he said quietly.

I rubbed his back gently as I felt myself tearing up. “Mummy’s been very busy this week, hasn’t she? Not spent a lot of time with you,”

“Yeah. Very busy so I missed you loads and loads,” Harry whimpered. “I, um was so excited for you to come home today cause it’s the weekend now so you don’t have to work, and neither do I,” he continued.

“And I greeted you by snapping at you, oh honey,” I said sadly, feeling awful. “I’m so excited to spend the next few days with you though. Just you and me,” I mused as I pulled back slightly and stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. “I love you, baby. I hope you never doubt that for even a second,” I told him as I looked him in the eyes.

Harry gave me a little smile. “I love you too,” he replied before jumping slightly as the kettle started whistling, letting us know it was done. “Do you want your tea now or after your shower?” he asked as he turned around and reached out for my favorite teacup.

“You know what? I think I’ll have it after I shower,” I hummed as I grabbed his hand, stopping him from grabbing the cup. “But I also think we should probably get a little bit messier first. Make sure that we really justify having a shower,” I said, pulling him in for a kiss

Our mouths were open as our lips pressed together. Just small kisses at first, pressing our lips together softly, both of us keeping our eyes closed. But steadily our kisses grew greedier. Longer. Harder.

Moving my hand to his hip, I snuck my hand under the hoodie he was wearing and stroked his bare skin, smirking against his lips as he shuddered.

“Mumma,” Harry whispered, raising his hands as I grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and took it off him.

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby,” I said as I ran my hands over his muscly chest, my eyes darting from tattoo to tattoo. Pulling him for a quick kiss, I took his hand and laced our fingers together. “Come on, we need a bed for all the things I want to do to you,” I told him with a grin.

Heading up the stairs quickly, I dragged him into the bedroom before pushing him onto the bed. I kept eye contact with him as I started unbuttoning my shirt. He was biting his lip as his eyes would dart down every now and then to have a look as I slowly got my shirt off.

Letting it fall to the floor, I stepped closer to the bed and grabbed the hem of his shorts and his boxers before pulling them down and off.

“I love you like this,” I teased as I looked down at him. “On your back, legs spread, hands lying by your side, eyes watching my every move,” I said while unbuttoning my slacks and opening the zipper. “Your cock resting against your stomach. Leaking and twitching as it gets harder and harder, begging to be touched. But you won’t touch will you?” I asked, pushing down my slacks.

Harry whimpered as he shook his head. “No, Mummy. I won’t,” he replied quickly, taking a shaky breath as I teased my fingertips over his cock.

“And why is that, baby?” I asked as I wrapped my fingers around it, just holding it as I looked at his face.

“Cause it belongs to you Mumma, so you decide if and when I get to touch it,” Harry muttered out, a nice blush spreading up from his chest to his face.

“That’s right. Good boy,” I praised him while stroking my thumb over his cock head. “You’ve been so patient and so good,” I smiled as his cock twitched in my hand while Harry moaned.

“I’ve been trying,” Harry mumbled, looking up at me as I let go of his cock and pushed my underwear down.

“Move to the middle of the bed, stay on your back,” I ordered him and watched as he eagerly shuffled around to get into position.

Getting up on the bed, I straddled his hips and let my pussy rest against his cock as I leaned down and started kissing him again. “You can touch, baby,” I whispered against his lips before using my teeth to pull on his bottom lip before kissing him hard.

Harry’s hands went straight to my hips and stroked over my thighs and back up my sides to squeeze my breasts. “Please, Mummy. Need you,” Harry said with a groan.

I had started moving my hips slightly, dragging my pussy lips over his cock, making it wet with my slick. “You want to fuck me, baby? Have your cock inside Mumma?” I asked with a slight smirk as I continued rubbing off against his cock.

“Yes, please! Been forever, please, want to fuck you so bad,” Harry whimpered as he grabbed my hips but he didn’t try and stop my movement or speed them up.

“It has been a while, Mummy has been too busy fucking you to let you fuck me,” I chuckled as I rose up on my knees slightly and put my hand down, and grasped Harry’s cock. Angling it up, I bit down on my lip as I slowly lowered myself down on him.

“Forgotten how big you are,” I groaned when finally had all of him in me.

“Forgotten how tight and warm and wet you are,” Harry whimpered as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Feel like I’m going to cum already, Mummy,” he whined.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his whining. “Well you better not cum just yet, pet,” I said and started moving my hips, putting my hands on his chest for stability. Moving my hips faster, I closed my eyes as I tried to find the right angle and pace. “Fuck,” I whispered and pulled off him quickly.

“What?” Harry asked confused and sat up slightly.

“You’re going to fuck me like this,” I told him as I lied down and spread my legs, my hands fondling my breasts before I reached down and stroked my clit slowly. “Well come on then,” I said as Harry still hadn’t moved.

“Yes, Mumma!” Harry said quickly as he got up on his knees and moved in between my legs. He looked me in the eyes as he slowly pushed his cock back into me.

“Good boy, that’s it. Now fuck Mummy hard, want to feel you for days,” I said while pulling him down for a kiss while wrapping my legs around him. We both moaned as Harry managed to push in even deeper.

“Love you, love your pussy so much,” Harry moaned as he started moving faster, putting his hands down for support so he could thrust in as deep as possible.

“Making me feel so good, baby. You going to cum inside me? Fill me up with your cum?” I asked with a moan, rubbing at my clit quickly as I looked at him. His arms were all flexed as he leaned on them and there was a slight layer of sweat on his chest. He looked so fucking sexy.

“Please,” he moaned and did a little nod before putting his head down and capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. Sucking on it eagerly, Harry kept on fucking into me fast.

Moaning, I grabbed onto his head and tugged on his hair. “Fuck, so good. Going to cum, don’t stop,” I gasped.

Harry flicked his tongue over my nipple and sucked hard. “Fucking fuck!” I screamed as I tightened my legs around him and pulled his head against my chest as my orgasm ripped through me. “Oh my god,” I moaned and pulled Harry up so I could kiss him.

“Need to cum, Mumma,” He mumbled as he snapped his hips back and forth. “Please? Can I?” he begged in between kisses.

“Go on, pet,” I panted and watched him closely as his eyes closed and his brows furrowed slightly. Yanking on his hair hard I clenched my pussy around his cock hoping to bring him over the edge.

“Mumma!” Harry gasped as he pushed in deep and held still as he moaned loudly, shooting his cum deep into me.

“Good boy, such a good boy for me,” I whispered as Harry lied down on top of me, whimpering as he pressed his face up against my neck. “Shhh, I got you,” I said softly while stroking his hair and back.

“I love you so much,” he said quietly, letting out a little sigh as he relaxed.

Smiling, I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too, baby,”