#the goosebumps are popping off and dropping all over the place

[medlarmeadows]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could do a cc!charlie/gn!reader where they have a friendly sleepover BUT as the night goes on it get more and more romantic :3c and may there be cuddling and kisses please and ty.

P.s have a nice day/night ^-^

i'm so sorry i took basically a whole month to get this done! i hope my writing has done your request justice :) hope you're having a nice day/night!

(also i wrote this with charlie's Another Crab's Treasure vod playing in the background. it was a huge distraction, i don't know why i did that)

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can i kiss you sleepover?

cc!Charlie Slimecicle x gn!reader

Warning(s): light cursing, one piss joke, they kiss.

Word Count: 1.25k

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Sleepovers at either Charlie’s or your apartment were pretty common. With the two of you living on opposite sides of the city, all it took was a movie night ending too late or a drink too many in someone’s system to get one of you to announce that a sleepover was in order.

(It was to prevent either of you from having to travel home in the middle of the night, and absolutely not because you both wanted an excuse to spend more time together.)

The night started as most nights did, with you popping over to Charlie’s place for dinner. What surprised you, though, was that instead of your usual takeout, he had decided to chef it up in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” you said when you arrived, inviting yourself in and dropping off the snacks you had bought on the kitchen counter. “So, this is why you didn’t want to grab snacks with me today.”

“I had a lot of ingredients I had to use up,” he replies nonchalantly, giving you a one shoulder shrug. “Thought a change in our routine couldn’t hurt.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, leaning against the dining table while he sets the food down. You try to ignore how pinpricks shoot up your arm when he brushes against your arm.

“Is this how our friendship has devolved? You’re throwing your leftovers at me?”

Charlie nearly trips on the way back to the table with two wine glasses in hand. You double over laughing, and thus fail to catch the way the tips of his ears turn red.

“I’m joking, I’m joking.”

You spend dinner catching up with each other’s weeks, with a few jokes thrown in courtesy of Charlie attempting to serve wine as professionally as he can. It contributes to the slightly romantic atmosphere of the dinner, but you choose not to acknowledge it.

After dinner, you force Charlie out of the kitchen so that you could clean up (it was the least you could do to repay his romantic well-prepared dinner). It’s a few minutes later that you join him in the living room for the official start to your movie night.

Usually, you sit side by side on the couch, not too close and not too far from each other. But the couch feels a little small today as you’re forced to share one blanket (“Sorry, the other one’s in the washer.” “What, did you piss on it? Little piss boy?” “Fuck off.”).

Charlie fidgets throughout the first movie, but you don’t mind it. When the second film starts playing, he moves one arm to rest on the couch behind your head. The hand that rests next to your next starts fidgeting with your hair, making the flesh of your neck goosebump when his fingers get close.

You distract yourself from his antics by stuffing your face with crisps. You were close friends who were comfortable being physically close to each other. You hugged all the time. You spent a lot of time together.

You try to convince yourself that it wasn’t that deep.

Several hours later, it was to no one’s surprise that, when you finished watching the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean film, Charlie announced that it was too late for you to Uber back home.

“Dude, I can’t believe it’s already 3 am,” he comments as he gets up to throw the empty crisp packets.

“Is it?” you ask between yawns, stretching out over the cushions he had previously occupied. Your eyes are halfway closing when he comes back to unceremoniously yank the blanket off you.

“What the hell!” you yell at him, throwing a pillow at him in hopes to wipe off the cheeky grin from his face.

The pillow didn’t deter him from coming closer, prompting you to pick up another pillow to smack him with. However, he catches you off-guard by snatching the pillow from you. You reflexively tighten your grip on the pillow, causing you to stumble right into Charlie.

Stunned, you look up at him, his wide-eyed gaze meeting yours.

“Hi,” you mumble awkwardly.

“Hi,” he replies, a mischievous grin lighting his face up.

Charlie lightly shoves you away from himself, bending to grab the first pillow you had thrown at him. With a declaration of war, he chases you around the coffee table, the movie credits still rolling on the TV screen providing some dramatic background music.

You feel your inner child light up inside you as you evade Charlie’s grasp, letting out cheerful yelps despite it being the middle of the night and you might get noise complaints. However, caught up in the gleefulness of your mini tag game, you trip on the edge of the coffee table and send yourself hurtling into the couch.

“Holy shi- ”

Behind you, Charlie’s unable to stop his momentum. In a split second, he’s sent tumbling on top of you, the pillow that he was holding somewhat cushioning his fall so he didn’t full body slam into you.

There you lie on Charlie’s couch, caged by his arms which had mercifully landed next to your face and not on it. His messy hair looked even messier after running several rounds around his living room, and you resist the urge to run your fingers through them.

You’re captured next by his blue eyes, still shining with something familiar, but with an added emotion that you’re sure is mirrored in yours. You’re so close to each other you’re practically breathing in each other’s breath, and you can’t help your eyes from straying to glance down at his lips.

When you glance back up to his eyes, you catch him shifting his gaze as well, causing your breath to hitch. You catch the moment he clocks that you’d done the same thing he did as he moves just an inch closer to you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” your response is just as breathy.

Charlie studies your expression carefully, almost as though drinking in your features he had never seen so up close before. Then:

“Can I kiss you?”

You blink once. Then twice. Then:

“Yes, please.”

Charlie crosses the space between you two within the blink of an eye. His lips capture yours, and you finally understand how people could describe a kiss as sweet. Because now that you’ve tasted Charlie’s lips on yours, you’re not sure even honey could compare.

You’re not sure how long you stay locked in each other’s embrace. One of your hands come up to gently thread through Charlie’s hair, eliciting a sigh from the man. When you come up for breath, the movie credits are no longer rolling.

“Wow,” you say, breathless.

“Definitely wow,” he repeats, breathing just as heavily as you are.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” you ask in between a yawn.

“I don’t know.” He takes a second to smile fondly at your yawn. “Sleepy?”

You nod, further relaxing into his hold. “Between the movies and the running around, I’m pretty tired out.”

Charlie hums his acknowledgement before getting off you to stand. Suddenly, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you yelp and loop your arms around his neck.

“Charlie!”

“It’s snuggle time!” he crows, carrying you to his bedroom.

The night ends with you and Charlie snug under his blankets. The weight of his arm around your waist and the feeling of his heartbeat against your back slowly lulled you into what could’ve been the most comfortable sleep you’ve ever had.

[buckingham-ashtray]

“Now it’s coming.”

“Remember now, Henry. You’ve got to remember what happened here when you were a little boy.”

—— SHERLOCK, The Hounds of Baskerville

“Your funny little memories, Sherlock.”

—— EURUS, The Final Problem

The dog, the lies, the denial;

The childhood trauma, the reoccurring flashbacks, the ‘Better Story’.

It's one thing to compare the parallels between thob and tfp, and another thing to actually align them and play them at the same time.

They overlap each other so well that even the timing is almost in sync. Looking at Henry as a strong Sherlock mirror, with the tfp clip playing in the background this is literally Sherlock forcing himself to remember what happened here at Musgrave when he was a little boy.

The demons beneath the ever ongoing road of We’ve-Been-Warning-You-Of-The-Truth-Ever-Since-The-Very-Start-But-Were-You-Listening. It’s getting real terrifying now.

[obsesssedblerd]

Shut me up

“No, no, please, you don’t understand—we need to have a room with two beds instead of one.” 

From the middle of the bed, Satoru scoffs at the sound of your desperate pleas to the receptionist over the phone. You pace back and forth, groaning when you’re told that it was the last room. “I know that we booked last minute, but— Oh…. this is the only room available? …I see. Goodnight.” 

When you hang up, Satoru doesn’t stop his laugh, and the sound of it immensely amplifies your frustration. “You’re so pissed off,” he says as you cross your arms and glare at him. “It’s hilarious. Well, princess, looks like we’re here for the night. Get comfortable.” 

“Hell no,” you say, reaching into your bag to grab your phone. “I’m gonna ask Yaga for another place. There has to be another inn that’s close to the curse we’re tracking, and has two beds.” 

Satoru gets up from the bed and walks over to you, gently plucking your phone out of your hands and placing it on the dresser. “Yaga is asleep right now, and he worked his ass off to get this place for us at the very last minute.”

Good point. “Fine, I’ll sleep on the floor.” 

“Quit being ridiculous.” The asshole smirks, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. “So flustered at the idea of sharing a bed with me. We’re just sleeping. You’re not thinking about anything dirty, are you?” 

“Huh?! No,” you hiss. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

He doesn’t stop his teasing. “Hm. Sounds like you’re lying.” 

“Fuck you, Satoru,” you say, walking over to your bag and grabbing some clothes comfortable to sleep in. “And I’m not flustered. Just hate the idea of being so close to someone I can’t stand.” You head into the bathroom to shower and change before he can say anything else. “If you snore tonight, I’m kicking you.”

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You can’t sleep. How could you? The room is quiet, and all you can think about is the man beside you. Speaking of, you hear Satoru shift, and the faint aroma of the expensive body wash he used while showering fills your nose. You hate to think it, but he does smell good. You look at the clock on the nightstand, and sigh quietly. Almost midnight. 

“Are you awake?” Satoru asks, and you pretend that you don’t hear him. 

You feel a poke in your ribs, and you shriek. “What the hell?!” 

“Pfft. Knew you were up.” He chuckles. “Ticklish?” 

“Do you need something?” 

“Nah, I just wanted to bother you.” 

You inhale sharply in an attempt to calm yourself, then turn around to face him. Though the room was mostly dark, you can still see him due to the moonlight shining through the window of the room. He’s lying on his side with his head resting against his arm, which was propped up on his pillow. 

“You’re like a child,” you say flatly as you roll your eyes. 

The corner of his mouth lifts in amusement. “Mhm.” 

“And you talk too much.”

“Tell me more.” 

“Extremely annoying, I can’t stand when you show up to missions late sometimes because you want sugar, and you joke around way too much when we’re supposed to be serious. Yaga, Suguru, and Shoko think that, too.”

He chuckles again, and you ignore the way your stomach flutters at the sound of it. “Aw, come on. You tell me that almost everyday. Give me something new.” 

“And give you that satisfaction? Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ as you turn back around to face the wall. “I think you’re the most ridiculous person I’ve ever worked with,” you conclude. 

“Well, you know what I think?” He asks, and you hum in question. You hear the bed creak as he moves, and your heart begins to pound when you sense him directly behind you. If you were to shift back even just a tiny bit, your back would be against his chest. 

“I think you’re full of shit,” he says near your ear, his voice dropping an octave lower. You feel his hand gently rest on your shoulder. 

“How so?” You whisper.

His hand begins to slowly slide down your arm, goosebumps rising on your skin. “You think I’m the most ridiculous person you’ve ever worked with, but you keep working with me,” he purrs, his breath fanning the shell of your ear. “At any moment, you can tell Yaga to quit having us do missions together, but you don’t. I always end up seeing you even though you say you hate looking at me.”

You feel his hand softly drift across your hip, then rest there, his fingers lightly playing with the hem of your shirt. Then, they slip underneath, drawing light, teasing patterns on your skin. Your breath hitches. 

You feel warm. 

“Saw how you looked at me when I got out of the shower earlier,” he says, and your stomach twists. Of course he did. Nothing ever gets past Satoru Gojo. “You were practically drooling while watching me put a shirt on.” 

“I-” You clear your throat. “I wasn’t.”

“You’re such a liar.” 

His lips press a feather-light kiss to your neck—on a spot where you’re very sensitive, and you gasp, but instinctively tilt your head to give him a bit more access. When you catch yourself, you straighten, and Satoru only scoffs. “See? It’s obvious.” 

“...What’s obvious?” 

“You want me.” 

You turn around again, ready to tell him that this was the dumbest thing you’ve heard him say all night, but he puts a finger to your lips, effectively stopping your words before you can get them out. “You want me,” he says again, “but you don’t know how to deal with that. So, you pretend that you hate me when you and I both know that it’s not true.” He then smiles again, his eyes dark with want. “But I see right through it. You’re not subtle. Anyway, you have a choice. You can either continue with your lying, or you can actually do something about it.” 

It takes a lot out of you to keep your hands out of the way so you don’t strangle him and then pull him closer. “Something like what?” You ask.

“You think I talk too much.” He leans closer to you; your faces nearly touching. You swallow once, his eyes tracking the movement of your throat as you do. Then his smile grows, inviting—no, daring you to make a move. 

“So shut me up.”

[hazza-bear-care]

Finish

You reveal a secret to Bucky that he's adamant on fixing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, nipple play, squirting

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You snorted a laugh at the antics of the Impractical Jokers, soda just about to flow through your nostrils as Joe flung scoops of mashed potatoes on the plates of strangers in a fancy restaurant. Bucky chuckled as well, popping a chip in his mouth, trailing his hand over your thigh.

You shot him a look out of the corner of your eye as you took another swig of your Coke, trying to ignore how Bucky's fingers felt rubbing over the thin materials of your leggings. You readjusted, leaning into Bucky's touch and laying your head on his shoulder, laughing hard as Sal ended up falling to the floor during a challenge.

"Are you alright?" Bucky murmured, his metal fingers still trailing over your skin.

"I'm alright, just enjoying your company." You responded, ignoring the goosebumps that popped up in the wake of his touch.

"I'm enjoying yours too, sweetheart. It's rare that we get the entire compound to ourselves." Bucky's fingers dipped past the elastic waist of your leggings, sliding them over the expanse of your hip. He paused there for a moment, petting your soft skin with his long Vibranium fingers as you laughed again at the Jokers on the screen. As he flexed his fingers again, you couldn't help but look up at your boyfriend; his beard had grown past the scruffy stage, his long brown hair curling at the tips as it dried from the shower he had taken about thirty minutes prior. His gorgeous blue eyes were glued to the television, and his pink lips were curved into a smile as the Jokers argued over who won versus who lost in order to receive the punishment.

"You're staring, honey." Bucky commented, rubbing your hip bone once again.

"Sorry, Buck. You're just so pretty and you smell so good." You whispered, burying your nose into his red Henley and inhaling his manly smell of teakwood and bourbon. As he chuckled, you crawled into Bucky's lap, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and running your fingers through his hair.

"Honey, if you wanted to fool around, all you had to do was ask." Bucky joked, pressing a kiss to your temple and wrapping his arms around your waist, pinning you to his lap. You ground down onto his lap with a smirk, peppering his face with kisses.

"Can we fool around?" You mutter, biting your lip in anticipation.

Bucky laughed, a deep rumble in his throat as he swept you into his arm and upstairs to his room, capturing your lips with his as he walked. He placed you gently on the bed, kneeling over you and holding your face so carefully as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. A moan escaped your lips as his tongue danced with yours, your small fingers tangling in his damp hair.

Bucky pulled away from you, stripping off your shirt and snapping off your bra in one swift movement. He settled in between your legs and pulled your leggings and panties off, kissing up your thighs and torso before smashing his lips against yours once again. Another moan slipped past your lips, laying back onto the mattress as Bucky crawled over you and pinned you to your spot on the bed.

Once he had you positioned the way he wanted, Bucky stripped bare, his hard cock smacking against his stomach once freed from the restricting confines of his briefs. He tackled you, lips once again pressed to yours as a heated make out session began. Your fingers tangled in his hair as your teeth and tongues clashed, strings of saliva connecting the two of you. He once more pulled away from your intoxicating lips, trailing his mouth down your neck and leaving bruises in his wake. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple while his flesh hand pinched your right, causing your jaw to drop as another whine fell from your mouth. In a blink, he switched his assault on your tits, releasing your nipples with a pop as he slithered further down the bed and planted himself between your legs.

Sex with Bucky was better than anything you could have imagined, better than the smut you had read in books, yet something blocked you from actually achieving an orgasm.

"Buck, wait." You called, snapping your legs closed before he had a chance to touch you. As soon as you closed your legs, Bucky pulled himself away from you, kneeling at the foot of the bed with a look of confusion on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Bucky asked, worry buried deep in his icy blue eyes.

Your chin quivered as anxiety pooled in your belly, covering your watery eyes with your hands as you muffled a sniffle.

"Baby, talk to me, please." Bucky crawled up to the head of the bed and wrapped you in his arms, allowing your tears to soak into his skin as you cried.

"It's nothing. It's stupid." You whined, hiccupping between sobs.

"Honey, it has to be something. Are you hurt? Did I do something?" Bucky asked, running his fingers through your hair as you continued to cry.

"No, Bucky, you didn't do anything wrong. This is a me problem."

"Please, let me help. Talk to me, baby."

You took a deep breath, pulling your face out of Bucky's neck and wiping your face. His thumbs followed, swiping some rogue tears that you missed. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he patiently waited for you to find your voice and tell him what's wrong.

"I love you. You know that, right?" You asked, glassy eyes finally meeting his.

"Of course I know that. I love you too, honey." Bucky answered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"I love you. I love how you treat me, how you look at me, how you fuck me. But...." You trailed off, biting your bottom lip anxiously.

"But?" Bucky pressed, heart hammering in his chest. Were you breaking up with him? Were you in love with someone else?

"I don't think I've had an orgasm. Don't get me wrong, Buck, you're amazing in bed and you do everything I love, that turns me on, and I've been close before, but I just..." You couldn't finish your sentence as the tears started again. You felt worthless, broken. Here was this gorgeous man who loved you, cherished you, worshipped you, and you couldn't even give him an orgasm in return.

"You just can't get over the edge?" Bucky finished for you, wiping your tears again as you nodded.

"I can't get out of my head. I can't relax enough to just, let it happen. I can't do it by myself when you're gone on missions, I clearly can't do it with your help. I think I'm broken." You clarified with a loud sob, burying your face in your hands again as Bucky ran his hands over your back, pulling you back into his arms for a bone crushing hug. He let you cry for as long as you needed, shushing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your cries eventually slowed.

"Look at me." Bucky ordered, gripping your shoulders to pull you away from him, looking at your tear-soaked face. "You are not broken, honey. You are perfect, beautiful, strong, and smart and I love you with all my heart and soul. This is something that I'm positive I can help with, but only if you'll let me. We don't have to do anything right now, okay? We can get dressed, go back to watching TV, and we can pig out for the rest of the day if you'd like."

"No, I want to do this. You at least deserve an attempt." You smiled softly as Bucky laughed, his face splitting in two as his smile grew wide.

"Alright then, baby. This is all about you, okay? I don't want you to worry about me, you know I'll finish." Bucky joked, burying his face in your neck, nibbling lightly against your soft skin. You also laugh, giggling softly at the feeling of his beard scratching against your neck. You buried your fingers in his hair once again, pulling him from your neck and kissing him hard.

He flipped you onto your back in a flash, a small squeal leaving you as Bucky pinned you to the bed again, lips still pressed against yours. He slowly moved down your body, kissing every expanse of skin he could find before wrapping his lips around your nipple again and sucking hard, grazing his teeth along it softly. As you moaned above him, running your fingers through his hair, he switched to your other nipple and bit that one a little harder which caused you to gasp and arch your back. With a smirk, Bucky trailed his lips further down until he was eye level with your swollen pussy, his big hands holding your thighs open wide as he settled between them. He leaned forward, burying his face into you and inhaling deeply, moaning at the smell before quickly dipping his tongue past your folds. You threw your head back and moaned softly at the intrusion, your hands tugging on his wavy brown locks as you pulled him closer to your core.

"Patience is a virtue, sweetheart." Bucky mumbled against you, the vibrations of his gravelly voice shaking you to the core. You whined and bucked your hips against his face, feeling one hand grip your wrist hard, pinning you to the bed. Without hesitation, Bucky wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard. You moaned loudly, your eyes instantly rolling back in your head as he alternated between licking and sucking at your sensitive nub, his fingers hovering at the edge of your entrance.

"Oh, my fucking God, Bucky!" You cried, trying to pull your wrist free from his hand. He tightened his grip, tugging you forward slightly and dipping his metal fingers into you. He moaned against your clit as you greedily absorbed his fingers, instantly curling them upwards to brush against your spongy g-spot. Your legs tensed and a chill rolled down your spine as Bucky continued his assault on your pussy, your moans growing louder as you got closer to your tipping point. As you clenched around his fingers, he knew you were getting close. He pulled his mouth away from your soaked folds, his metal thumb swiping against it furiously as he leaned over you, your hands immediately wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my fingers." Bucky praised as a moan pulled you away from his lips, your eyebrows knitting together as you concentrated on how he was making you feel. "Don't think about it, honey. Let it happen. Just feel it for me, baby."

You nodded furiously, relaxing further into the bed as Bucky's fingers pumped in and out, hitting all the right spots with every thrust. Bucky kissed your mouth one last time before slithering back down between your thighs and wrapping his lips around your clit once more. Your fingers tangled in his hair again as a loud moan ripped out of you, the warmth in your belly growing, spreading through you as you danced on the edge of your orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm so close." You whispered softly, not wanting to distract yourself from the orgasm you were so close to finally achieving. Bucky's enhanced hearing caught what you said, prompting him to thrust his fingers into you at a rapid pace, his mouth still working on your clit. He moaned against the bundle of nerves, relishing in how tightly you began to clench around the three thick fingers plunged deep inside you. Your body seemed to move on its own as you began thrusting your hips, coaxing yourself closer and closer to the edge as you moaned loudly and repeatedly, steadily growing in volume until you were screaming. With an almost audible snap, your vision grew white, your jaw dropped all the way to your chest as fire enveloped you. The tips of your toes and fingers tingled and your limbs felt like jelly as you forced yourself to breathe, the sudden burst of air a welcome relief.

"There we go. Good girl, honey. My good girl. You did so well, you look so pretty when you cum for me." Bucky cooed, kissing your neck as he waited for you to come down from your high. His fingers were still deep inside you, the feeling of your fluttering walls making his cock twitch, but he didn't care. He wanted to make sure you were okay. You are all that matters to him, now and always.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky staring at you expectantly. Taking a deep breath and nodding slowly, you blinked a few times to stem the tears that were rapidly building up.

"I'm okay." You mumbled, choking on your words as you cried once more.

"I know you are, my love. You're okay. You're perfect. I'm so proud of you." Bucky responded, wrapping you into a comforting hug, the throbbing of his cock going ignored as he comforted you. Your cries died down after a few more minutes, and only then did you realize that his fingers were still buried in you. You purposefully clenched around them, bringing his attention back to you.

"Did I finish?" You meekly asked, a bright red blush spreading over your face and chest.

"You didn't just finish. You squirted." Bucky answered, voice strained like he was holding something back. Your eyes grew wide as you went to sit up, looking between your legs to see a dark spot on the sheets below you.

"I didn't know I could do that. I'm sorry." You apologized, bringing your hands up to cover your face in shame.

"Don't apologize for that, we have a washing machine for a reason, honey. That was so fucking hot. Are you up for seeing if you can do it again?" Bucky asked, slowly thrusting his fingers in you once more. You pulled your hands away from your face, smashing your lips against his in a clash of teeth and tongues.

"Absolutely." You answered, kissing him again as he rolled over you to lay you back against the pillows once more. You went to reach for his weeping cock, but Bucky quickly locked both of your hands in one of his again.

"I told you, don't worry about me, baby. Just let yourself feel good. Let me help you." Bucky pleaded, his dark eyes boring into yours as you nodded. He pinned your hands above your head as he kissed you ferociously, pulling his fingers out of you and positioning himself at your entrance, soaking his cock with your slick. You hissed at the feeling of being empty as Bucky pumped himself, pushing the head of his cock inside you and stealing the breath from your lungs. He stilled inside you, allowing you to catch your breath and adjust to the intrusion, mentally praying to himself to keep his cool. You were clenching around his cock like you were sending Morse code and it was the most wonderful feeling Bucky had ever experienced in his life.

You signaled for him to continue, attempting to tug your hands free from his grip as he thrusted deeply inside of you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his cock rubbed against your g-spot with every thrust.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. You were made for me, baby. God, I love you so much." Bucky murmured, crashing his lips to yours as he swallowed your moans.

"I love you too, Bucky. Fuck, don't stop, please!" You whined as Bucky pulled away from the kiss, moaning loudly as his hips ground against your clit in time with the speed of his thrusts.

"I won't, baby. I'm not stopping until you squirt around my dick." His vulgar words made your pussy clench, leading Bucky to groan deeply in the back of his throat. He released your wrists and wrapped his cold metal hand around your throat, squeezing the sides lightly as his pace sped up impossibly faster.

Your jaw dropped as you adjusted to the new, brutal pace Bucky set, dragging your nails down his arms, scratching marks into his sweaty skin. You reached around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss; sloppy and desperate, a flurry of teeth and tongues until he pulled away. He kept his forehead pressed to yours, releasing his hand from your throat and trailing it between your legs, pressing against your clit.

"Fuck! More, Bucky, oh fuck!" You cried, throwing your head back against the pillows as Bucky's fingers played with your clit, rolling and pinching it as he accommodated your demands for more. You clenched tighter around his rock-hard dick as you scratched down his back with one hand, the other resting on his hip as he continued to thrust deeply inside you.

"You're close, aren't you, honey? I can feel it, oh fuck! Come on, baby. Let me feel it. Cum for me, sweetheart, I've got you." Bucky moaned, his eyes never once leaving your face as it contorted into a look of bliss. After three more hard thrusts and a particularly rough pinch to your clit, you exploded.

With a scream of his name, you thrashed under Bucky as your orgasm ripped through you aggressively. You felt a gush of fluid as Bucky continued his assault on your battered pussy, letting you ride out your high. As you came down from cloud nine, Bucky's thrusts slowed, pulling out of your bruised hole and hovering over you as you attempted to catch your breath.

"How are you feeling?" Bucky whispered, peppering your face with kisses before planting one final one to your mouth, plunging his tongue down your throat, chuckling against your lips as you moaned once more.

"Mmmm, I'm feeling amazing. How are you feeling? Did you finish too?" Bucky smiled softly as you fussed over him, attempting to sit up. With another kiss to your lips, Bucky pushed you back down against the pillows.

"I'm fine, Princess, I promise. I told you not to worry about me." Bucky cooed, pressing another kiss to your lips as he stood from the bed, silently ordering you to stay put as he walked to the connecting bathroom. You laid in bed, boneless and thoroughly fucked... and suddenly feeling very guilty. Bucky returned with a wet rag in his hands, running the cool cloth between your legs to clean the sticky mess you left. Silently, Bucky picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, turning on the shower and plopping you down under the warm stream of water.

With a bid to return shortly, Bucky left you to sit on the floor of the shower, letting the warm water cascade over your sore muscles. Left to your own thoughts, you let out a sniffle as a few tears flowed down your cheeks. When Bucky came back, he scooped you off the shower floor and held you close to his chest, running his fingers through your wet hair.

"What's wrong, baby?" Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your hairline. Your chin wobbled against his chest, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut as you let out a shuddering breath, a sob not following too far behind.

"I don't know, Buck! I'm overwhelmed, and feeling guilty, and I don't know why!" You whined, burying your face further into Bucky's wet chest. You felt him chuckle softly as you grip him tighter.

"Oh, honey. It's alright, I promise. You don't owe me anything, okay? I did this because I love you with my entire being, and we're definitely doing it again. For now, I've got you. I've got you." Bucky cooed softly against your hair. You continued to cry softly as Bucky cleaned and washed you, kissing your tears away whenever he caught one rolling down your cheek.

Once you were dressed in warm pajamas, Bucky wrapped you in his arms, reassuring you as many times as you needed to hear it that he was okay. You fell asleep before you could believe him, but he meant it when he said you'd be doing it again.

He got you to squirt twice in one night, and he's going to spend the rest of his life getting you to do it over and over again. He couldn't wait.

[rainydayathogwarts]

The beginning - Remus x Potter!Reader

How I imagine remus and potter!reader first got together as part of my remus and potter!reader secret relationship au! find more about them in my marauder masterlist warnings: talk of sex, interrupted kissing, nosey sirius and marlene. 0.8k wc

It had been wrong of Remus to look at you that way, and even worse to think of you that way, especially when your brother - one of his closest friends - sat to his right, legs spread wide enough for their knees to lightly touch. However, he couldn't help it. Not when you'd giggled with Lily, throwing your head back to take a shot because of Sirius's statement 'Never have I ever had sex in a public setting.' James had made a disgusted sound, looking away from his sister, still completely innocent in his eyes. Remus's eyes had widened, gaze connecting with yours across the circle of friends as you wiped your bottom lip with your thumb, sucking on it lightly to drink up the rest of the alcohol. He raised an eyebrow at you when you winked at him, turning away to ask the next question.

Sure, Remus's long lasting crush on you had always raised thoughts in his mind, like what kissing you would feel like or if you'd hold his hand underneath the desk during classes. But the reality of you being in someone's arms as they made you cum where anyone could walk in made his thighs want to clench, an open door of perverted thoughts flooding his mind. He only prayed that James didn't notice the way he cleared his throat, eyes tearing away from you when crossed your arms over your midriff, pushing your tits together to create more cleavage. Sirius met his eyes then, a playful smirk on his face that had Remus's heart dropping in fear of being discovered.

"I'm going to grab a butterbeer." You'd called out, hands bracing themselves on the couch behind you so you could push yourself up to your feet. Blindly, Remus felt himself following you, freezing to ask the protective boy next to him "Want anything Prongs?" But your brother had only shook his head, eyes of his own stuck on his girlfriend. At the make-shift bar, you'd popped open two butterbeers before holding the bottle opener in the air for Remus to take. "Sorry." he muttered when his fingers grazed over yours. You turned your body towards him, mumbling "Have I got you flustered over there Rem?" His heart jumped at the nickname, goosebumps forming along his skin when you lifted an arm to rest on his lean bicep. "Sorry, I just didn't think- didn't think you'd be the type to... well, you know."

He turned to face you after opening his own bottle, looking down to find your hands empty. He placed his own bottle on the table next to yours, taking a deep breath. "Why? Think about me having sex a lot, do you?" Remus gulped at your words, glancing over to where James sat, beckoning Lily over to sit next to him. She, however, was looking directly at your interaction. When Remus looked back at you, a smile was tugging at the corner of your lips, and he had almost forgotten that you'd asked a question. "I think about a lot more than just sex with you." Both your eyes widened in shock at Remus's confession, and it only then became clear to him that he might have had too much to drink.

Your smile had turned into a full Cheshire cat's grin, and you took a step closer to the taller boy, intertwining your fingers with his. "That's good, because I think about you too. You know, sex and all." Remus laughed as you slapped a hand over your mouth, a horrified look taking over your features. "Oh my god. Remus I am so sorr-" But your words were cut off when he cupped your cheek, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you unanimously turned towards the fireplace where all your friends sat, making sure none of them had seen your exchange.

Sighing a breath of relief, you grabbed Remus's hand, rushing to lead him out of the common room and into the dark hallway where you finally pressed him against the stone wall, pushing yourself onto your tippy toes so you could give him a proper kiss, which he gladly returned, hands wandering below your hips to grab your ass, and using his grip to pull you impossibly closer to him. "Wow, that is one intense kiss." The teasing voice had you separating yourself from Remus with large steps backwards as he stayed leaning against the wall, his jaw slack. Sirius and Marlene stood with identical poses; hands on their hips and smirks on their faces. "Yeah, if you were wondering, the sole purpose of us coming out here was to spy on you." Added Marlene, holding her hand out, which Sirius immediately high-fived.

"Don't tell my brother!"

"Don't tell James!"

[sturnsiolos0]

Hottub-Chris Sturniolo

You walked back into the hotel suite and kicked off your shoes before you hung your purse up on the empty hook. The patio doors were wide opened, so you sauntered outside. The cooling damp wood under your bare toes caused goosebumps to decorate your calves.

Chris was reclined in the hot tub, eyes closed as he took a long drink. It should be illegal to use your tongue like that without intent. You were well aware of how talented that tongue of his could be when he had intent. You shifted on your feet as a rush of heat passed through your body, but you kept your voice casual. "Did you finally decide that this place isn't all bad?"

"I guess." He lulled his head to the side, glancing up at you.

"Is it okay if i join you in there?" You let a small smile pass over your lips.

"Plenty of room, Princess."

"I need to change."

He smirked and gripped your wrist tighter, "Just throw your clothes on the rail. No one's around."

"Nice try." You slipped away from his hold and ignored his overly dramatic sigh.

"I'm always trying."

You rolled your eyes as you moved back through the hotel suite and into the bathroom. You place your jewlery in a dish on the bathroom sink after you tossed your clothing over the hamper in the corner.

You bit your bottom lip as a wicked plan popped into your head. You paced back to the patio, a smile forming on your face.

"Hey," He attempted to hold your  hand, but you didn't let him. He opened his eyes as you circled the hot tub, and they widened as he realized that you weren't wearing anything. The water sloshed as he started to get up.

"No." You stated plainly and he halted immediately. "Just sit back down." He complied without hesitation and a surge of power put a seductive smile on your face. Your fingers traced the edge of the hot tub as you positioned yourself directly across from him, letting the moonlight frame you from behind.

You ran your hands through your hair and held his gaze. Chris's knuckles were white as his grip on the rim of the tub hardened, "Y/n..."

"Shhh. Just relax."

Chris's eyes were nearly black with desire, he wanted you and nothing else mattered. You stepped into the hot tub and glided into his space as he gripped your thighs pulling you on top of him as he sought your mouth with his.

You placed a single finger to his lips. "No, no. Not yet."

"I'm not a fan of waiting." His tongue darted out and ran over the pad of your index finger.

"Really? I've never noticed." You settled yourself more firmly on him and rolled your body against his, feeling how hard he already was. You hook your fingers beneath his swimming suit before pulling it down just enough for his cock to come out.

He firmed his hold on your hips.

"Is there a reason i have to wait?"

"Because I say so." You leaned in closer and whispered, "Put your arms behind your head."

"Gonna be hard for me to touch you that way." He argued but still submitted.

"Harder is the idea, Handsome." You squeezed his thighs with yours as you reclined back into the hot water.  You were giving him a show, hair fanning out beneath you. "This feels amazing."

"Yes, it does." His voice was graveled. You loved his voice like that, it was like you were too much for him to handle. "How long I am going to be your hostage?"

You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your stomach to pull yourself up into a sitting position. You pressed your chest against his, the friction making him hiss and heat to burn through you all over again. You trailed your tongue along the shell of his ear until you caught the lobe in your teeth. "Until I say so. You do what I say,when I say...and maybe I'll let you get off...maybe if you're really, really good I'll let you get off buried inside of me. Would you like that baby?"

"Y/n." Chris groaned into your ear as he pressed his face against yours, trying to get closer.

"What is it?" You shifted back a bit and grabbed his chin. "You didn't answer my question." You dropped your voice to that purr that drove him crazy. "Do you want to cum buried inside of me, Chris?" You ground yourself down on his cock, relishing the searing jolt that you felt all the way to the base of your spine.

Despite the fact that his muscles twitched, Chris remained frozen and focused on your face, "Y/n, you know how much I love to cum inside of you,"

"Ah-ah-ah." You tapped your finger against him, "You didn't say the magic word."

His eyebrow arched, "I have to say please now?"

"Yes,"

"Please, I need you."

"I'm sure you do." You finally succumbed to your own urges and pressed your lips against his. He responded instantly molding his mouth to yours, trying to devour you as you acquiesced and let his tongue battle with yours. It was exactly what you needed, that erotic stimulation that made your toes curl every single time. You were letting him get away with too much. "Not so fast, baby." You panted.

He aimed to catch you in another kiss, but you avoided it, instead leaning away again this time palming your hands up your own body. "Do you want to touch me Chris?"

"Yes y/n, I..."

You pressed your finger against his lips again. "You talk too much sometimes. Yes y/n will do."

His stare was heated, but he kept silent as you rolled and teased your nipples not attempting in the slightest to control your moan. "This feels so good,the cool air on my wet skin, the weight of your eyes, and how hard you are under me. I can't wait to ride you." You massaged your breasts, dragging your lower half against his erection. "The question is...can you be good, Chris? Can you be obedient?"

"Yes, y/n." The phrase was so simple, but it fell so sinfully from those wicked lips of his.

You braced your hands on either side of him, he watched transfixed as you lifted elevated herself to put your chest level with his face. "You can taste me. You can run your tongue over my tits, you can suck on my nipples, but you have to stop when I say and you cannot move your lower half. Do you understand?"

"Yes, y/n."

His mouth was on your flesh before you could prepare for it. He sucked your right nipple with ravenous enthusiasm, it was akin to the way he kissed you, passionate and filthy. He switched the other breast and you whined as your body flushed. You couldn't help but slip one of your hands down your own body. He persisted in his ministrations drawing out another moan as you teased your throbbing clit and his cock in the process. He shuddered at your touch, but didn't thrust beneath you.

You always marveled at the things he could do with his tongue. You wanted him, but on your terms. The torment you were putting yourself through would be worth it. "That's enough." Your voice wavered.

He released your nipple with an obscene pop.

You slipped away from him and though he didn't move he was devouring you with his eyes, it was almost overwhelming. You dragged your nails up his chest and he bit down on the inside of his cheek as your pussy brushed against where he needed you most. His cock pulsed, but other than low moan, Chris remained compliant to your command to be still.

"Do you want me?" You asked coaxing another moan from him as you stroked him slowly.

His teeth were clenched, "Yes, please."

You worked him harder, you were so wet and achy that you wanted to take him in all at once. You were going to ride him hard and having him at your control was all the more intoxicating. You spread your legs a little wider as you moved over his lap. "You're going to keep your hands where they are and stay still."

You shamelessly crashed your body down onto him letting him penetrate you completely as you arched your back cursing at the magnificent thrill of the connection. He hissed and dropped his head back, since he wasn't allowed to do anything else and whimpered your name out like an obscene prayer. You flexed your internal muscles around him and gripped his shoulders. You used the leverage to impale yourself on him over and over as your blood pounded in your ears. You could feel your body already starting to tremble and the sweat start to gather on the nape of your neck.

"Kiss me." You ordered.

His mouth skimmed yours before drawing you in completely with searing desperation.  He shifted beneath you to get a better angle it was like he lit a damn match to your nerves. You could feel your cunt convulsing around his cock and you threw your head back to scream out his name with a plea for him to finish with you.

He released his hands from behind him and yanked your hips to give him some measure of control. He kept you over him, but pounded into you at a brutal pace. Instead of coming down from the high of your orgasm, you felt yourself re-climbing towards that peak. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."

He snarled and bit down on your shoulder as he fucked you mercilessly, his hand dipped between your bodies claiming your clit and pinching down, flinging you over the edge a second time in a matter of moments. You were barely aware of his convulsing as he emptied himself into you.

"You are so fucking amazing. Fucking incredible." He kept you enfolded in his arms as he twitched with the last remnants of his orgasm, breathing heavily into you hair. He sounded spent, but still managed to question, "And no complaints, but where did this all come from?"

"Just felt like it. I've got a few things that I'm still wanting to try. I have to keep you on your toes." You placed your hands on his chest, "On that note, we should go to bed."

He chuckled, "Sure thing, but give me a minute, you may have broken me."

[em1e]

⠀若年 // THIEVES AMONG US ⠀ ༝ ༝ wakatoshi ushijima ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1k words ⠀ ⚠︎ fluff to make up for the heartbreak i've been posting ⠀— ushijima is tired of having no hoodies left

ushijima wakatoshi was a lot of things. 

standing at a strong 189.5 cm, all muscle and intimidation to those who don’t know him. quiet and kind to those who do. 

patience is not something that ushiwaka finds himself lacking in the slightest. it’s actually one of the few things he prides himself in, tolerance for things at another level compared to others. on rare occasion does he find it wearing thin, and today seems to be one of those rarities. 

he’s looked everywhere for the stash of hoodies he keeps hidden in his room, locked away from your sticky fingers that manage to take home every other jumper, t-shirt, or jacket you can grab. as the days begin to get colder, leaves turning and falling off of their trees with fall turning to winter, he finds it necessary to have one of the few hoodies he has left under his roof before he goes out the door, and he cannot seem to find a single one. 

he almost wants to be amazed at how quickly you manage to grab them - unknowingly to his analytical eye, but frustration bleeds its way under his skin as he stands from looking under his bed for the third time. 

not in his closet, not shoved in the backs of his drawers, not even at the bottom his laundry hamper. poof, gone. disappeared into the wind with no evidence to prove they were ever there in the first place. 

ushijima heaves a sigh, pulling on his old, thin volleyball jacket with the decision of that needing to be enough. it’d have to be, with the fact of not having anything else to pull on over his long sleeve looming bitterly over his head. 

and to think you hate the color of his shiratorizawa jacket - now worn and dull compared to how it looked when he was still in high school. but, if he had to pick between your distaste for the jacket or be uncomfortably chilly for your date,  he’d choose the former. at least then, he can have some amount of satisfaction with being able to point out that you are the reason he’s been pushed to such measures. 

this bit of spite is enough to spur him on to your house to pick you up for your date. 

you looked excited when you pulled open the door, only for your face to drop and your nose to scrunch as you take in the sight of his jacket. faded purple clashing with the off-whitish-yellow shirt he’s decided to pair it with. 

“waka . . .” you almost whine as he steps inside so you can slide on your shoes, “we’re gonna take pictures, you don’t have any other jackets to wear?” 

“i think you know better than i do the answer to that.” the baritone of his voice cutting through you as you stand on your toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. it forms into a giggle when he returns it, leaving you to be the one to step away so you can finish getting ready. 

“‘m not sure what you mean,” you wave off easily, but you grab his hand to pull him towards your room so he doesn’t hover in the entryway while you put the final pieces of your outfit together, “can let you borrow one of mine, though.” 

he makes a noise, low in the back of his throat, that tells you he knows you mean one of the many you’ve robbed from him, but he doesn’t voice a complaint because even the short walk to your home was enough to leave goosebumps on his skin - his shiratorizawa jacket doing nothing to protect him from the elements. 

he watches as you grab a sweater of your own to pull over your shoulders, cute and matching the outfit you’ve picked perfectly, before getting on your knees beside your bed and pushing some stuff around under it, pulling out a large storage container with a huff. 

“don’t be upset,” you’re starting to say, popping open the lid and taking it off to reveal . . . every single hoodie he’s been missing in the past three years you’ve been dating. 

“how . . .” he starts, brows shooting up in shock before they furrow, “why?” 

“i like the way you smell,” you pout, puffing out your cheeks to fight the heat rising to them as you avoid his stare to dig through the tub, “s’nice for when you’re out of town for games.” 

you pull out one of the neatly folded hoodies you’d been searching for. a sage green that goes well with your own outfit and the shirt he’s got on. 

you offer it to him with a grin, “i can let you borrow this one, but i’ll need it back.” you say matter-of-factly, pulling it back to yourself when he doesn’t say anything to the comment, “i need confirmation you’ll give it back!” 

you have the audacity to look serious right now. deadly so, as if your life may be on the line without this very hoodie. 

“i’ll give it back.” he affirms, “but i need at least three back if you don’t want to ever see me in this jacket again.” he gestures to the worn jacket he’s began to pull off his shoulders, offering it to you in exchange for the green one still being held hostage in your hands. 

your eyes flick from the shiratorizawa jacket to the container at your feet. thinking. calculating. 

“fine,” you hold the hoodie out to him, “but i get to pick which ones.” 

he pulls the hoodie over his head, just barely catching the way your eyes eat at the portion of his abs that shows when his shirt rides up. he grins, “i’ll take that.”

[latenightdaydreams]

I can’t stop thinking about how it would likely take multiple sessions for reader to get successfully knocked up, meaning her and Konig would have sex more than once, perhaps with Konig even encouraging her to come to him without her husband… Would you ever write a part two for Family Planning? Perhaps where Konig takes reader as wife after her previous marriage falls apart?

Family Planning Part 2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 1

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, adultery, p in v

1.8k word count

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Lucas sits on the bed as he watches you walk out of the bathroom. Your body is covered in hickeys and bite marks from Father König, giving him a deep feeling of disgust. It’s been eight sessions, still no pregnancy. Lucas was beginning to think this whole thing wasn’t worth it.

“What?” You ask as you notice the look on his face as he sits there.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?” You pull a nightgown over your head and walk over to the bed.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we aren’t meant to have children. Maybe we can adopt?”

You just look at him, trying to hide your true feelings. The want for a child is strong. This isn’t something you’re just going to give up on so easily. “I’ll think about it. Okay?”

That’s not what Lucas wants to hear. At all. “Thank you.” His voice is low. Not wanting to talk anymore, he gets into bed. In his mind, all he can see is you getting fucked by König. The way you both look at each other, his stomach turns. You haven’t even touched him in weeks. He turns away from you in bed and goes to sleep.

The next day, while Lucas is at work, you walk up to König’s door and knock. You fidget nervously with your fingers as you wait for him to answer. Once the door opens, you look up to see his beautiful blue eyes. You can’t resist the smile that grows when you see him.

“Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you as always. Come in.” König steps aside to let you into his home.

He slips his hand into yours and gently guides you to the living room. You sit and turn your body to his as he rests beside you.

“Lucas and I had a talk last night.”

This sentence worried König, he knew where this was going. The thing is, he would not let Lucas try to take you away from him. The both of you have amazing chemistry together. He knows you feel this too.

“He doesn’t want to keep trying for a child.”

“What do you want?” König leans forward, his heart pumping in his chest with anxiety.

“I—" you gaze into his soft eyes, “I want a child.”

König can feel his shoulders relax. “So why stop?”

“Lucas won’t want to continue.”

“Come without him. We only need each other to create life.” König moves one of his hands to your upper thigh and caresses you gently.

“I…I suppose you’re right.” You place your hand on top of his.

“I can just imagine how beautiful our children will be,” König whispers as he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. “We have time to try again.”

König pulls away and pulls his white shirt off, tossing it aside before pulling his pants down. His cock was already beginning to get hard. This would be the first time the two of you get to have sex without Lucas here to watch over you. His eyes comb over your body as you also undress. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips when he sees his markings all over you.

Once you’re in your underwear König pushes you back onto the couch. He begins to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw down your neck, suckling on the already marked skin. You know Lucas will see the new mark, but at the moment you simply do not care.

“You’re so beautiful, Liebling.” He groans as his lips continue down your body. Small kisses trailing down to your breasts. His teeth find your nipple and bites into the sensitive skin lightly, pulling his head back until it pops free.

König’s hand gently trails down your body causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. His lips follow his hand down until it hits the waistband of your panties. He drops to his knees in front of you, pulling at your underwear. You gently lift your hips to assist him in taking them off.

Once your sweet cunt is in view König can feel himself melt. He grabs each of your legs and spreads them apart. A trail of small wet kisses travels from your ankle to your upper thigh. The kisses tease and build your body up for the moment of bliss when König finally reaches your cunt.

As his lips make contact you watch with excitement. You whimper softly as he kisses your pussy lips up and down, teasing you further. Finally, his tongue comes out and parts your lips. He licks from your entrance up to your clit, sucking your sensitive little bud once there.

“Gott, you’re already so wet. All for me.”

He says before pushing his tongue back between your slick folds, taking in the sweet taste of your cunt. Reluctantly, he pulls away, licking his lips. Standing to his feet, he looks down at your naked body while he strokes his cock.

König walks to you, grabbing your legs and pulling you to the armrest of the couch. He looks down at your soft body as his hands grab around your upper thighs, pulling you to him more. His hips thrust, rubbing his cock along your wet pussy.

“Are you ready?”

“Please.” You look into his eyes hungry with need.

“Please? Oh Meine Liebling, you don’t have to beg. I’m all yours.”

With this thrust his cock presses into your tight cunt. Your walls instantly flutter around his massive cock. A low moan rolls from König's throat with your name in a whisper under his breath. As he holds your hips, he buries his cock deep within your pussy; his balls pressing against your ass. His hips pull back slightly before he rams back into you.

“Yes, Father!” You moan out.

König’s eyes bore down into you as he rocks his hips into you at a quickened pace. “You’re going to look so perfectly swollen with my child.” One of his large hands caress your stomach, envisioning what it will be like to make love to a pregnant woman. 

“Play with your clit.”

Your hand moves down your swollen clit, the smallest touch sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body. Since you’re so sensitive, your touches are slow and delicate. König notices. He grabs your hand and moves it away, replacing your fingers with his own. His eyes never leave your face as your jaw drops and eyes fluttering. Your face contorts in a display of pleasure.

“I’m going to…I’m—”

König’s eyes grow wide and he smiles as he watches you squirt. Your arousal drenches the couch beneath you as your legs tremble. You go to push König’s hand away from your clit, the sensitivity becoming too much.

A small smirk appears on his lips as he listens and moves his hand. “You did such a good job, y/n. I love when you come for me.”

König leans over and pulls you up to him, his arms wrapping around your body. He rests you against a wall as he continues to thrust up into your cunt. His mouth travels down your neck, kissing you desperately as his moans grow louder.

“Say my name.” He grunts.

“Father—”

“My name.”

“König!”

“Ja, that’s it.” König squeezes his eyes shut and buries his face in the crook of your neck. His thrust begins to grow erratic as does his breathing. He lowers you all the way down the shaft of his cock as he cums inside of you.

Breathing heavily, he walks through his home until he gets to his bedroom, laying you down. He’s not done with you yet. Lucas isn’t here. He can have you as many times as he desires to. This is his opportunity to explore your body in greater detail, get to know you better.

Hours pass, and without realizing, you stay out pass when Lucas gets home from work. Panic sets in as you notice this mistake. You leap from the bed to get dressed, making sure to fix your hair before you leave.

König follows you out to the living room naked. His soft cock so big it hangs and bounces as he walks. “What’s the rush?”

“Lucas is home from work by now.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t care. He wishes you’d just stay here with him.

You turn to rush out the front door when König grabs your arm to stop you.

“No kiss goodbye?”

You’re stunned but smile as you look down at his lips. His fingers pinch your chin and turn your face up to meet him before leaning in the plant for a tender kiss. As he pulls back, his eyes trace over every inch of your face, committing it to memory.

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispers before leaning back in for another kiss.

A stunned look appears across your face as you don’t say anything, but König knows that you love him back. You just haven’t admitted it to yourself yet.

“I’ll see you later, Liebling.”

You pull up to your home and sit in your car, mentally trying to come up with an excuse that he might believe. Once you’ve gathered enough courage, you exit the car to enter your home. Lucas is sitting in the bedroom. He looks deep in thought as he stares out into space. Out of the corner of his eye he sees you enter the room.

“Where were you?” Lucas asks, already knowing the answer.

“I went to the store.”

“Which store?” He asks quickly without missing a beat.

“The- the book store.”

“Hm…” Lucas stands and walks over to you. His hand reaches out to caress your face. His eyes dropping down to your neck, seeing the new marks. “You smell like him.”

You can feel heat rush to your face as you realize that you’ve been caught. At a loss for words, you just stand there and look at him. A wave of guilt crashes over you, but you don’t feel scared of losing Lucas. If anything, you feel relieved that you don’t have to lie about this.

“I saw him.”

“Yeah?” Lucas backs up and looks you up and down. “I think… I think you should leave y/n. At least for tonight. So that I can think.”

You nod, understanding where he is coming from. As you can imagine, this must be a hard position for Lucas to be in. All of the history you two share, this was never a future you saw for yourselves.

An hour later as König sits at his desk reading his bible and writing this week’s homily. König sees the reflection of car lights pulling up to his driveway causing him to pause what he’s doing. He stands and walks towards the door, opening it before you have a chance to know.

König sees you standing there with a duffle bag and a worried look on your face. Without having to ask, he lets you inside. He takes your bags from you and wraps his other arm around your waist, guiding you inside. He walks you back to his bedroom and places your bag down on the ground.

“Please, make yourself at home.” König’s voice is low and sensual. He has you all to himself, finally.

[yeollie-plz]

Quiet

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Synopsis: Something about the outbreak makes you horny, very horny. Joel can help, as long as you stay quiet.

Genre: smut.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, porn no plot, kissing, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet names, a hint of a master kink?

Gif credits to owners!

You were pushed up against the wall by Joel's strong arms. He attached his lips to yours in desperation. The action caused you to gasp, so he took the opportunity to force his tongue into your mouth.

Joel's body was completely entrapping your own, making it very difficult for you to move your hands up the length of his body and around his neck. The speed of the action caused Joel's body to react. He tsked at you.

"Babygirl, you can't be doing things like that to me." His own hands made their way down the front of your chest, toying at the buttons of your shirt. He popped the first two open, revealing just the peaks of your breasts to him.

"Need you." You moaned out, goosebumps rising on your skin. Your body jerked into his as his hand now moved lower to your waistband.

"You don't know how badly I need you too, but we have to be careful. We're not exactly safe here." Currently you were out on a run with Joel, the danger always got you a bit turned on and Joel knew that. It seemed like tonight he was using that knowledge to his advantage, teasing you all night long.

"Please...sir..." You whined. Joel's cock twitched in his jeans at the term, he knew you were needy tonight, but not that needy.

"Keep quiet for me. You can do that for me, right pretty girl?" You nodded a little too aggressively and he smirked at your eagerness. Quickly his hands found purchase of the button of your pants undoing them, and pulling down the zipper. Joel let his fingers dip down into your panties and lighting grazed your folds.

"So wet and I've barely touched you." You moaned in response, biting back your snide comment about him teasing you all night.

His fingers returned to your folds, testing your limits. "Remember, be quiet baby." His thumb was now pressing against your clit, rubbing it in circles. Needing more of him, you craned your neck up towards his face, connecting your lips back together.

The kiss continued as he continued to stroke your clit. The motions were almost unbearable with how much you needed him. Your hips thrust into his palm. He took this as a sign to give you a little more, letting his pointer finger slide deliciously against your pussy.

You moaned into his mouth, swearing you could feel him smirk against your lips. The finger that had been teasing you, now slipped past your folds and thrusted into you slowly.

"I think-" A kiss. "-you should take these off." He pulled the waistband of your jeans to show you exactly what he meant. He backed away from your body to let you shimmy out of your jeans.

Joel began to make his way back over to you to return to his previous actions when you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. You cocked his head at you in question.

"Your turn." You gave him doe eyes, beginning to drop down to your knees. He grabbed your arms and flipped you around. He bent you over, covering your body with his own.

Joel licked a stripe from your neck to the base of your ear. He nibbled your earlobe before whispering, "We ain't got time for all that, baby. This is about you. Let me fuck you." The words made you shiver and you had to stop yourself from moaning out.

He let some of his weight off of you, "Think you're ready to take all of me?"

"Please, need you now." It shocked you when his cock was suddenly thrust fully inside of you. Your not sure when he unbuttoned or pulled down his jeans but you were not complaining.

As he bottomed out inside you, you both had to hold back your noises. He stilled his movements for a second letting you just feel him. His right hand found its way to your boob, lightly massaging, trying desperately to stroke your nipple through the material of your shirt. Finally he gave up and shoved his hand past the opening of your shirt, gaining full access to the sensitive buds.

The feeling was almost too much as he now let his cock now move slowly in and out of you. He pulled completely out just to thrust entirely inside of you. All of it causing you to squirm.

"You wanna moan for me darlin'?" You nodded your head. "Wish I could hear them right now." His lips attached to your neck, nipping lightly.

"Imma fuck you properly now. Be a good girl and keep this lips shut." His hips thrust into you harshly, pushing your body forward into the wall. You braced yourself as his hips continued to move in and out of you at a almost inhuman rate.

Trying to focus on not moaning while also wanting to remember this intense pleasure was getting a bit difficult. You needed him so badly and now you needed him to hear you. One moan slipped past your lips.

A low chuckle sounded behind you. "Couldn't hold it back, could you?" You didn't answer so he leaned over you again, pulling his cock almost completely out of you.

"I'll just have to keep you quiet then." He said into the shell of your ear. His hand that was previously on your tits now made its way over your mouth, covering it. You could feel his callouses stroking against your skin, that alone caused you to moan again.

"Dirty girl." Another chuckle. The hand he had on your hips dug in harder as he fucked you harder. Letting you feel all of him. Now that his hand was over your mouth, you were letting a few moans spill out. You were almost drooling into his palm from the pleasure you were feeling.

Joel's hand moved from your hip to the base of your tummy, pushing lightly so the tip of his dick would hit that spot inside of you. You weren't expecting the feeling so unexpectedly you clamped your teeth down onto his hand.

Something about the action made Joel stop his movements, pulling out of you, and flipping you around again. He attached his lips to yours, grabbing under your ass to lift you up onto his hips. He let his dick slip back inside of you, not stopping the kiss.

He continued to fuck into your pussy, lifting your body up a bit to help keep up his pace. You were starting to get closer to your orgasm and Joel could tell by how your were clenching on his member.

"You wanna cum for me, baby?" He said into your lips before attaching them once again. You moaned into his mouth in response.

"Go ahead, I'm close too." Almost the minute the permission was given your high washed over you. Your vision went black as you bit your lip to keep in your noises.

Joel's movements continued, trying to chase his own high, and help you ride out your own. You felt his dick twitch inside you, as his thrusts got messier.

Suddenly he pulled out of you, holding you up with one arm as the other reached between your bodies to stroke his member through his orgasm. His seed spilled onto your thighs and the wall behind you two.

All that was heard was you heavy breathing as both of you came down from your highs. Joel let his forehead rest against your own, before placing you gently onto your own two feet.

As the two of you began to redress, a noise was heard from across the building. Maybe you hadn't been quiet enough.

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 20: Under the Covers

Words: 992

Rating: G

Pairing: None

CW: fear of thunderstorms

@corrodedcoffinfest

The crack of thunder releases its echoing boom before the ensuing rumbles vibrate the thin trailer walls.

Eddie slowly blinks his eyes open, the sound of sheets of rain smacking his window bringing him closer to consciousness. He pushes himself up on his elbows and turns his head from the battered window to you on the other side of him.

You’re sitting up, arms hugging your legs to your chest. Eddie quickly sits up and places a hand on your back. The contact has you snapping your head up from where it rested on your knees.

“Hey, s’okay,” Eddie says, his voice still thick with sleep. “Just me. You’re okay.”

A shaky nod in reply makes Eddie push himself all the way up so he can pull you up against his side. Immediately, you tuck your head beneath his chin and he rubs a large hand up and down your bare arm.

“You should’ve woken me up,” Eddie says against the top of your head. “I heard the thunder and was hoping you slept through it.”

The only response is a small shake of your head against his neck.

Another crash of thunder makes you flinch and grab onto your boyfriend.

“Shit, it’s always louder in here,” he mumbles. His eyes glance around his room for a few moments as he gnaws at his bottom lip. “Here, c’mon.”

“Hmm?” you ask, lifting your head up.

Eddie slips off the bed and pats your knee.

“Come on.”

He yanks his comforter off the bed and next goes for the sheet, bringing you along with it since you’re sitting on it. It pulls a small smile from you as you reach the edge of the bed. Eddie wraps his arm tightly around your waist and lifts you to your feet.

“What’re we doing?” you ask, rubbing your hands over the goosebumps popping up on your arms. You’re cold in your tank top now that you’re not in the nice warm bed.

Eddie momentarily drops the blankets he’s holding to scoop something off the floor near his closet. When he turns it around, you see it’s his Corroded Coffin sweatshirt that you regularly steal from him. He slides it over your head and you slip your arms through the holes. As soon as he pulls the soft, worn material down past your face, he leans in and pecks your nose. A small giggle bubbles out as you wrinkle up your nose.

“Follow me, groupie,” Eddie teases.

Out in the hallway, Eddie halts, turns, and drops his comforter and sheet in your arms. Then, he opens the linen closet and pulls down a pallet of spare sheets and blankets. Without a word, he keeps walking into the living room, leaving you to follow.

“What’re we doing?” you ask again.

“Building a fort,” he answers as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.

“What?” you ask.

Eddie shrugs and pulls two chairs over from the small kitchen table.

“Storm isn’t as loud out here, so this is where we’ll sleep.”

“Couldn’t we just lay on the couch?” you ask.

Your boyfriend furrows his brow and waves your question off as if it was complete ludacris.

“So boring,” he declares. “Now, c’mon.”

Eddie kneels down and his bony joints click against the floor as he shuffles around, grabbing at different blankets.

Once Eddie has his mind set on something, there’s no talking him out of it. Between that and the fact that the storm is quieter out here, you join him on the floor and help him drape a dove gray sheet over a kitchen chair.

Both chairs, the kitchen table, the coffee table, the television, and the couch all become pillars that support your fabric fortress. At one point, Eddie jogs back into his room to grab his thick Lord of the Rings books to use as anchors on the tables.

Finally, it seems as if your tent is secured—and takes up the majority of the living room, even encroaching on the kitchen.

Both you and Eddie made sure to leave a few blankets loose on the floor for the two of you to curl up in. Now, Eddie brings the pillows from his bedroom to add to that nest.

Bending at the waist and giving you an over the top bow, Eddie holds part of a cream colored sheet to the side, the removed flap allowing enough room for you to crawl through.

“After you, my princess.”

As you go on hands and knees and begin to crawl inside, you ask, “Would a princess be part of building her own castle?”

“A badass one would,” Eddie replies before following you inside.

You take a proud look around your fort as Eddie makes the pile of blankets between you into an assimilation of a bed. The two of you burrow into your makeshift sleeping space and Eddie immediately pulls you into his arms.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere in the tent.

“Much better now, thanks to you.”

Eddie smiles and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’ll take any excuse to have fun with you.”

When dawn comes, the storm has disappeared and the sun is shining bright on the new day. Wayne gets out of his pickup truck and closes the driver’s door behind him with a squeal in desperate need of some oiling.

The older man thumps up the few stairs to the trailer door and turns his key in the lock. He pushes the door open before him and is greeted by a blanket structure taking up most of his home.

“What the hell,” Wayne mumbles as he closes the door behind him.

Before he even has the chance to take his boots off, both you and Eddie pop your heads out of your fort and grin at his uncle.

Wayne chuckles and shakes his head.

“You two are perfect for one another.”

[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - mdni. this isn't graphic it's foreplay but i'm suffering leave me alone. fukuzawa x f!reader. implied age gap, size kink if you squint, reader is wearing a dress, he is referred to as reader's boyfriend. divider by cafekitsune!

"Sweetheart?"

The term of endearment draws your attention away from your sketchbook and where it rests in front of you. You lay on your front in your boyfriend's bed, swinging your legs behind you, and grin at the sound of Yukichi's voice coming from down the hallway.

"In here," you shout back to confirm your location. He wasn't expecting you'd be here at all, assuming you'd skulk back to your apartment instead of his home, but relief washes over him hearing your call.

You are just what he needs after the day he has had. There is never a dull moment at the Armed Detective Agency.

"Welcome home."

You turn to look over your shoulder and see him entering the room, haori draped over his arm. Raising his eyebrows when he takes a look at your position, a bright grin spreads across your face.

"I probably should have called you and told you I'd be here but I forgot." Eyes following his movements, you watch him hang up his garments and make his way to the bed where you lay, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight when he slides his knees onto it. "After my appointment I came straight here."

Wordlessly, he glances downward at your body and slides his hands over the curve of your ass, the relieved sigh he breathes making you giggle.

"Did you miss me?"

The man you are so enchanted by leans down to kiss your cheek, hands sliding from your ass to your hips and finally, your waist. He feels so imposing when he positions himself like this over you and heat warms your face, traveling from your cheeks to your heart and to places even lower than that.

"Always until we meet again. How was your day?"

Sighing, you lean forward on your elbows and hunch your shoulders, clasping your hands in front of you. Overall, the day was fine but you have to play up the drama for his sake more than your own. It's one of the things he loves the most about you, that penchant for making even the mundane a tale.

"It was really fine. I went to pick up some groceries, dropped those books I forgot to return off with an apology note. I even remembered to stop and get lunch today." You smile softly, enjoying the feel of his body above yours even if desire makes you wish he'd run those hands over your body again, mapping out territory that belongs to him like a lord in days long passed with his fief. "My appointment went okay, I'll have my blood work back in a few days."

Without any warning, his hands slide up your waist and one of his fingers presses one of the buttons on the back of your dress, unfastening it. Turning your head and glancing over your shoulder, Yukichi pauses for a moment and half smiles, sliding his knees onto either side of your hips.

"Keep going. You were telling me about your appointment."

With a nibble of your lower lip you nod and press your chest into the bedding beneath you, flattening the curve of your spine. He finds the next button keeping the soft skin of your back hidden from his sight and pops it out of the hole keeping it in place, the gap in your dress now wide enough that he can see your shoulder blades.

"The appointment was easy, just in and ou..."

Whatever words that existed on your tongue die when he curls his index finger and brushes the back of the digit over your flesh, goosebumps erupting after the feather light touch. You shiver in response and Fukuzawa chuckles, leaning over your body and letting his slightly overgrown hair brush against you.

"It was in and out?" He asks from right above your ear, lower lip brushing the upper shell of it. "That's great. I was worried they'd keep you waiting."

Those offensively elegant and nimble fingers still make easy work of the buttons on the back of your dress and a whine escapes you and as quiet as you try to make it, he catches it with ease and smirks. You feel the curve of his lips against your ear, the sensation causing you to arch your back enough that your chest is off of the mattress completely.

"We both know how impatient you become when made to wait, don't we?"

[drewsbuzzcut]

Body Electric

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: SMUT AND ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION

You watch, almost completely hypnotized by the guy on stage playing guitar. His hair is long and he’s built like a god. His muscles flex with each guitar string being pulled, and you can feel the fluttering sensation in your stomach while heat rises to your cheeks. His hands are big and he’s got a cute smile. You’ve had too much alcohol.

You down the rest of your drink, fixing to walk away to the restroom, but not before sparing one last look at the man with the boyish grin. You swear that you both make eye contact, making your cheeks redden and your breath catch. You just about stumble into everything on your way to the restroom.

You spend almost half an hour in the restroom, fixing your appearance more than actually using the restroom. You mess your hair up to make it appear windblown, you reapply your lipgloss, and wipe away the smudged mascara under your eyes. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you adjust your lucky brand mini skirt and your black tank top that shows the perfect amount of cleavage. Your heels are killing your feet, but you ignore the ache and walk your way out into the hallway as if you were on the runway. The same moment you’re checking a notification that popped up on your phone, you bump into someone’s very sturdy physique. Looking up, you gulp, throat suddenly dry and eyes wide as you look up at the man in front of you.

There he goes, sporting that sexy grin, looking like he owns the damn place.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks and you immediately nod your head.

Grasping your hand, he leads you to the bar, letting you take a seat on the lone bar stool.

“Two whiskeys, please,” he requested.

After receiving both your drinks, you eventually move off the stool, preferring to be closer to the man. You’re both staring at each other, almost daring the other to make the next move. Although the bar is loud, you can only hear your heart pounding. His eyes are sparkling as they explore your face, taking their time to memorize the perfect curve of your lips and the way your eyelashes flutter so flirtatiously. His eyes linger on your chest, your glowing skin calls out to him; the way your collarbones are begging to be bitten, and the way your chest moves up and down with each breath you take.

“Why’d you put on more lipgloss?” He asks, gliding his thumb along your bottom lip. You resist the urge to suck it into your mouth.

“I think it’d look good smeared all over you,” you tease, finishing off the last of your drink. A drop slips down the side of your mouth, he reaches out to wipe it away before sucking it off his finger.

A flare ignites in your eyes, licking your lips you smirk up at the man. His thick fingers hook onto the loops on your mini denim skirt, pulling your body closer to his. He takes a peek at the sliver of your revealed skin, the slopes of your baby abs enticing him. He lets his fingers trace the exposed area, grinning when your skin breaks out in goosebumps. The air around the both of you is thick and tension filled. There’s electricity in the pads of your fingers, snapping against each other’s skin with each small touch.

You get tired of the anticipation, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into your body. You don’t need to lean on your tiptoes as you’re wearing heels, so kissing him is easy.

“Maty, I want you,” you whisper hotly.

“Fuck let’s go home,” he says, breaking the act of you both pretending you weren’t already in a relationship, and meeting for the first time.

“No, too far. I want you now,” you respond, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the restroom.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, head tipping back.

Arriving at your destination: the men’s restroom, you let your back rest against the door while Mat presses into you, littering your chest with kisses.

You card your fingers through his long hair, loving that it’s long because that means you can pull on it when he unravels you with his tongue or fingers. You let your senses pick up his cologne, one that you’re absolutely in love with. He wears it, knowing you’re down on your knees the second you smell it. Your hands travel their way up his shirt, feeling the muscles on his back. You have to stop the moan that wants to claw out of your throat when he bites on the skin of your collarbone; you’re not exactly in private yet.

You reach a hand behind you, opening the door to the seemingly vacant restroom, and you pull yourself away from Mat. You enjoy the blissed out look on his face, knowing that he loves touching you in any way he can- especially if it makes you moan. His eyes are glazed over, lips swollen, and hands antsy to hold onto you.

You smirk at him, pulling on the silver chain he wears everyday and pull him all the way into the restroom and into the stall. You connect your lips with his, sucking and biting on his bottom lip while his hands pull up your tank top to expose your boobs. He pulls your face impossibly closer to his with a hand on your neck, and sucks on your tongue. You swear that if you weren’t holding onto him, your knees would’ve buckled and you’d be on the floor. Moving away from your face, despite your pout, he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and pulling on the bud. You hold his face there, not wanting him to stop. You can feel your heat pulsing and the wetness gathering. Too bad the stall is too small for him to eat you out in. Although knowing your husband, he’d make it possible. He’d probably lift you up so that your legs are resting on his shoulders, your pussy right in front of his face and he’d feast as if he were a starving man. The more you think about it, the more your hips start to grind into his own.

“Barzy, fuck me,” you whisper in a whine.

“You’re insatiable, baby. I want to taste you first,” he says and you shake your head, too impatient to wait to feel him inside you.

“No. Need you now. I want to feel you deep inside of me,” you say back.

He nods his head in agreement.

“Lucky me,” he muses, looking at the ‘lucky you’ tag inside the zipper of your mini skirt.

Before you can respond he’s pushing your skirt up and ripping your panties apart, leaving you a shocked mess. He gives you a wink when he shoves your panties in the pocket of your skirt. Lifting you up so you wrap your legs around his waist, he gives you a chaste kiss, quieting your rushed demands for him to hurry up.

Not even realizing that he had already pulled his pants down, he lets his cock slide between your folds, getting coated in your juices. You squeeze around him when he first sinks into you, you fist his shirt in your hands. He relishes in the feeling. You can feel him shudder against you as his head rests in your neck.

He whimpers whenever your heat clenches around his length, providing you with the insane urge to claw your nails down his back. He can feel your wetness dripping in between the both of you, making his movements falter a bit. He’s a weak man when it comes to you.

“I’m going to need a plan-b,” you moan.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t get pregnant again,” you warn him.

He only grunts in response, pulling your tank top all the way off and pressing dozens of kisses on your “13” tattoo on the swell of your boob. He loves that tattoo. He ends up leaving a very red bruise, but you couldn't care less.

You can feel the restroom starting to become hot and sticky, but you feel too good to care. You don’t even care about the possibility of you both being so loud, anyone outside can hear you.

The knot in your tummy is starting to tighten and you can feel Mat’s cock start to twitch. Your heart is beating so fast, you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it. Your fist is still wrapped tightly in the material of his shirt, and his movements are too slow for your liking.

You shift your hips up to meet his thrusts, hoping that he speeds up. He does speed up. His pace is rapid, practically pounding you into the door against your back and he holds onto the top of the stall door with a death grip. Your legs that are wrapped around his waist, pull him flush against you and your moan is so pornographic whenever you feel him so far deep inside of you. Sweat drips down his forehead but he couldn’t look any more beautiful.

Every time you lift your hips, you clit grazes against him, spending you higher and higher. Hands moving to his face, so that he’s looking right at you, watching the way your eyes shut close and mouth drops open.

“C’mon, baby. I need you to cum for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, sucking on your earlobe for good measure.

You moan out, head tilting back and your cunt squeezing him as that knot finally explodes. Your vision goes white and you swear you’ve never felt something so euphoric.

Desperate to reach his orgasm, his thrusts become frantic but prominent, his cock filling you completely. Your g-spot is getting hit again and again, and you know he’s watching the way your pussy contracts around him. You shriek at the overstimulation, feeling another orgasm taking over.

He moves to hold you up against the stall door, arms under the backs of your knees to secure your body from falling in exhaustion.

You can feel every ridge and vein of his cock drag against your slick walls. His finger starts to rub circles on your clit, sending your body arching into his. You wrap your arms around the broad expanse of his shoulders, nipping and sucking at his neck and lips. Your lipgloss all over his face. Of course, not hard enough to leave a noticeable mark, but enough to make his pace unforgiving.

“Maty, please cum in me. I need it so bad, baby,” you whine.

He continues to fuck into you, harder and harder, hands gripping your hips tightly and pounding you on his dick. He has you crying out in pleasure until he’s painting your pussy with his hot cum. His release triggers your second, making you milk him for everything he has.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, groaning at the end as you clench around him teasingly.

“I know,” you smirk before whimpering as he flicks your clit, knowing you’re extra sensitive.

You both take a few minutes in your same position, feeling the mixture of both of your cum drip from you and down his shaft. It’s erotic and so hot.

“We should probably go back out there before someone sends a search party,” you say softly.

“No. I want to stay here, inside of you and feel your warmth. I could live here forever,” he sighs out.

“I know, baby. Which is exactly why we need to start using condoms again, or get you snipped,” you respond, fixing his hair that’s a mess all over his forehead.

He just sighs, gently setting you down on your feet, and readjusts your clothing.

You pull out the torn fabric that was your underwear and dangle it in front of his face, watching him smirk and lick his lips.

“I think this belongs to you,” you muse, stuffing it in the back pocket of his pants.

You lean up, pressing a chaste kiss to your husband’s lips and walk out to the mirror- sans your top.

You fix your very smudged makeup and tame your hair all while Mat is glued to your back, and his hands are glued to your boobs. He’s always clingy after sex, so you don’t pay any mind as he kisses along the tops of your shoulders and the side of your neck.

“You gonna let go, or am I going to have to walk out there shirtless?” You tease, knowing all too well that he’d never want anyone to see you bare. It’s for his eyes only.

He easily hands you back your top and you smirk in response.

“Buy me a drink?” You ask, arms thrown around his neck.

“Only if you let me eat you out tonight,” he proposes, hands now glued on your ass.

“You can eat me out as many times as you want,” you say in a sultry tone, kissing your man in an obscene way once more before returning to the public eye.

y/nbarzal

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y/nbarzal Finally got to live out my fantasy of being a rockstar’s girlfriend (wife)

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barzal97 You are the rockstar

y/nscloset I need to see the full fit please!

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lianabarzal Please Mat is not a rockstar😭

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y/nbarzal After I called you a rockstar, you out me like this!

y/nbarzal I see how it is

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a/n: THIS ISNT EXACTLY MY FAVORITE BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOY IT!

[ebaylee422]

Landside

Billy X GF!Reader

Authors Note: We want a scared Dad Billy? Yeah we’re gonna get one.

AU Summary - This is if Billy didn’t ‘actually' die during Season 3. He’s been with the group for a year, even aiding them against Vecna Season 4. Everyone who fell victim to Vecna was trapped in the Upside Down, including but not limited to Barb, Billy (ofc), Bob, Chrissy, Eddie, Jason, etc You get the idea. They all still bear the weight of what happened to all of them. It’s like they were raised from the dead if you will. This fic takes place maybe five years later? So 1990-91 ish

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Unplanned pregnancy, family trauma, name-calling between friends. Fixing everything and any death post season 4, lots of Steddie and Ronance, Talk of body issues, pregnancy fears, fear of not being good enough, Physical violence in the form of threats or thrown objects.

Word Count: 7.8k

I come up from doing a few laps in the pool, stepping up the stairs. Billy walked towards me with a towel in hand.

“Looking good out there Ms. Y/L/N.” I smirk, taking the towel from his hands, dabbing at the water on my face and hairline.

“Thank you,”

“Perfect form, and that suit is marvelous.” he winks.

“Well your form is marvelous,” I say making him blush, “I mean, you are a great teacher, teaching lessons to the kids-”

“You know, I could uh. I could teach you if you like?”

“Oh?”

“Yes, well, I know all the styles.” he looked me up and down, opening a piece of gum. Setting his free hand to follow the strap of the bikini dangerously close to cupping my breast. “Free style, um Butterfly, and Breast stroke.” I watch him breach his soft lips slipping the gum into his mouth, accidentally dropping the towel in my hands.

“Oops.” I bend over, picking up the towel slowly. So he can see the arch of my back and the space between my bathing suit and breasts. “I didn’t know you offered adult lessons.”

“Well you know, I offer advanced lessons to a select clientele. Come to think of it, there's a good pool out at uh, Motel 6 on Cornwallis. Very quiet, you know, very private. Should we say tonight, 8 o’clock.”

“Wouldn’t this be the 4th time this week Mr. Hargrove? I don’t think there’s anything left to teach me.” I brush my hands on his chest toying with the whistle around his neck.

“Oh you see that’s where you're wrong I think there are plenty of things left to do. I just don’t think I’ve pushed you hard enough.” leaning into the tease, brushing up my arm leaving goosebumps even in the damp heat of summer.

“Well I need to-”

“It will be the workout of your life.” he cut me off,

“I will need your help deciding what to wear, you have such impeccable taste.” I ran my hand down my side over the hem of the swim bottoms, knowing it drove him crazy looking at the light trail of hair disappearing into my swim bottoms along my pelvis.

“A tease you are,” he pulls my waist to him, kissing me deeply for everyone at the pool to see how taken we are with each other. My fingertips dip into his waistband, distracting him while my tongue dips into his mouth, snatching the gum and pulling back quickly. "Oh a thief too, I see your game." I blow a bubble, smacking the gum and twisting out of his arms to hold his hands.

“Gotta hit the showers, California, perhaps a rain check? I’ll find you before I leave!” winking and popping the gum one last time, skipping to cool off from the hot sun in the women's locker room. 

Grabbing a fresh towel and some soap from my locker I pull the curtain taut. Letting the water run over my suit, unsticking it with all the chlorine and sunscreen. Hanging it on the hook, tying my hair up and washing my body. Just when there’s suds' coating my eyes I hear someone pull the curtain open,

“This one’s taken!” I hide my body against the wall, trying to wash out the soap when the curtain closes again. Getting frustrated I vigorously put water in my eyes, hearing wet steps. A hand covers my mouth so I can’t scream, turning me around quickly to the haughty chuckle. Billy stands smiling wildly, “What do you think you're doing!” I smack at his chest, he shushes my protest, kissing down my throat creating a bee-line to my chest. Instinctively I hook my arms around his neck, looking down to see he’s also completely naked. “You're supposed to be working, go away.” I hum as he kisses the tops of my breasts.

“But your breasts are so amazing and all soapy. God, have they gotten bigger? My girls, all pretty and sensitive.” he whines on my neck, “and I know you didn’t just buy a suit I wanted, tease me with it. Not wanting me to fuck you, oh not my doll! What have you done with her?!” I laugh as he shakes me, hands on the middle of my spine.

“Okay well then it worked better than I thought, I guess actions speak louder-” he was hammering the spot on my neck that gives my stomach butterflies, “Billy-” I whine.

“Yes? Anything for you.” he looked up, with those gorgeous blue eyes pupils of black onyx swallowing the ocean with lust.

“B, I don’t feel too good...” I pout,

“Well then, let me make you feel so much better, huh? Let Billy take care of you. I'll make you feel better, and damn you smell so good, Indiana.” He doesn’t push my limits by forcing himself on me, just showering me with love in his way of physical contact.

"Billy-..."

"What hurts baby?"

"My back, and I'm nauseous." I hold onto him, playing with his St. Christopher’s necklace under the cool water.

"Well I could blow your back out for ya and buy you dinner afterwards. A nice corn dog and push pop from concessions?"

"You're not helping. You corn dog."

"Correction, it's horn dog." He blows a raspberry along my neck, correcting me.

“Billy! Someone will hear us!” I laugh, running my hand through his wet locks.

“Nope paid that one kid five bucks to scare anyone off, think his name is Ben. Maybe Benson?”

“There’s a teenager outside the woman’s shower room scaring people away so you can fuck me?”

“No, I locked the door and put one of the shower chairs under the handle!”

“Hmm, might take me a little more convincing.” I tease, pushing his shoulders down for him to kneel in front of me. He winks holding onto the backs of my thighs.

“God damn, doll.” He nuzzles his nose along the seam of my cunt, lifting one of my legs to hook over his shoulder. “So fucking wet f’ me, huh?”

“Yes...” I moan when he licks a trail from my entrance to my clit sucking the button into his mouth to roll it over his tongue. He looks up at me as two of his fingers split my folds curling them inside me.

“Shit Billy, ‘M close.” I pant holding the back of his head as he licks my cunt like his favorite ice cream flavor. He pulls off suddenly standing, retreating his fingers from my cunt to circle my clit.

“Want to feel you cum on my cock, doll. Get me there.” He commands, thrusting his swollen and leaky cock against my thigh. I grasp him, rolling in matching circles with my thumb along the tip.

My head thumps the tile wall and we giggle at the noise.

“You okay?” He holds me cheek in his free hand then threading his fingers into my soaked hair.

“Yeah, want you.” I whisper, kissing his lips with bruising passion. He takes himself from my hand lining up with my entrance. Holding my other leg against his hip now so I’m spread open for him. He puts my hand between our bodies above my clit,

“Rub your clit for me, not gonna last long in your pretty pussy.” I whimper at the thought, he kisses me deeply as he pushes inside. My walls have to re-stretch around his girth every time. My free hand accidentally scratches along his back as he pounds into me. He pants into my mouth as he picks up speed, I squeeze around him cumming with a soft cry of his name. That sends him over the edge. I can feel the first wave of his hot load as he pushes himself deeper inside. 

Billy drops my leg, rubbing at my hip and holding me upright as we come down from our high. He kisses along my collarbone as he reaches for my body wash. We spend a few minutes in peaceful post orgasm, treasuring each other’s bodies before he speaks.

“Feel better, doll?” Billy whispers like an unspoken confession.

“A little, thank you honey.” I turn off the water after we clean ourselves off, he dries off by shaking out his hair like a dog. Pelting me with water droplets in the process.

“What?” He acts innocent as I dry my arms and legs, “I’m going back to the pool anyway.” He hands me a towel allowing me to dress moderately dry. Giving up his water after his guided workout, I take one sip before being hauled over his shoulder.

“Billy!” I yell as he grabs my bag from the hook, moving the chair from the door.

“What? I promised my girl some dinner!” He smacks my ass when he walks down the hall to concessions.

“Billy put me down, I’m too heavy!” I groan, getting nauseous from the pressure on my abdomen. He sets me down on the counter cutting the line completely, getting one of his close friends Heather’s attention in the process. 

“Horseshit, you’re fucking light if anything and beautiful no matter what. You could turn green and I’d still do ya.” Heather and I audibly cringe at him.

“Regular for both of you?” she asks leaning over the counter

“Yeah, three corn dogs and a large coke with-”

“With mustard I know!” She goes to the single fryer, dropping them in.

“Have you tipped her today?” I ask him, pinching his waist.

“Ow, hey we both work here. I might as well give her some of my paycheck with the amount of food we trade.”

“Trade?” I raise my eyebrow in disbelief “Billy it is your responsibility as the straight white man to empower the women in your life. Be better.”

“Yeah ass-wipe, be a good civil servant and pay me.” Heather leans over handing me a paper cup of Coke with a straw.

“Stuff it dyke.” I gasp smacking him in the chest, “Ow!”

“Bite me lunkhead.” She fires back at him, they flip each other off like children.

“You two are terrible to each other.” I groan, sliding off the counter when she sets the bag down next to us.

“Hey Y/N, are you coming to the tailgate tonight with everyone?” She asks, tearing a twister with her teeth.

“Um, I don’t know yet. We’ll call you tonight if we can’t make it. Right Bills?” I look at him looking for a way out of it.

“No babe we gotta. We’re hosting the after party at our place with everyone. So I can keep an eye on Max.”

“Don’t go all psycho big brother on her, she’s in high school Billy.” They start to argue about what they were exposed to at young ages and with Max’s condition Billy argues she could be taken advantage of. I feel dizzy as they argue, leaning onto Billy’s shoulder for support.

“You can’t say shit because you are an only child, huh?” Billy pulls me closer by my waist, trying to have me side with him. “Doll, you okay?”

“Huh? Just got really sleepy, I think I should nap and pick up the apartment before we have a bunch of our friends and family over.” I kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you at home?”

“Yeah of course, you want me to walk you to the car?” Billy asks worriedly, pressing a kiss to my temple and hugging me tightly goodbye.

“No it’s okay, have a good shift guys. I’ll see you tonight!” I wave leaving the food and cola with Billy. I drive home quickly and pass out on the couch immediately blaming it on the Hawkins heatwave.

I woke up a couple hours later to dishes clanking together and whispered song lyrics. Stretching my aching muscles, I stand seeing a blanket thrown over my lap. Smiling, I walk into our kitchenette to see Billy with his Walkman on full blast, before he can see me. My stomach gurgles and I race to the bathroom, throwing up an empty stomach of Water and Cola. I sit on the floor for a moment dizzy, dry heaving a few times. Noticing I’d knocked over a box of tampons that were unopened. My heart drops as I try to piece together when I’d had my last period.

“Shit...” I scramble off the bathroom floor going into the bedroom with my purse with my planner and address book. By the book it could’ve been anywhere from 7 to 9 weeks ago. It’s not like Billy and I’s sex life isn’t consistent, and birth control wasn’t something I could feel good about. We agreed to use condoms and suffer any consequences if that happened. Last time this happened was in Highschool, Billy took me to the clinic and they gave me something called Danazol or something like that. Everything turned out okay then, but we were older now this really had consequences now if I was truly pregnant.

“Y/N? Where are you at doll?” Billy yells down the hallway, dragging his feet and hitting his hip on the hall table like always. I look at myself in my vanity mirror and quickly wipe my eyes clean. Running into the closet before he steps inside the room. 

“Picking out my outfit for tonight!” I answer back, clearing my throat.

“Oh yeah?” Billy comes around the corner, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Does that mean my girl is gonna give me a little show?” He chuckles.

“Unless you wanna be late to the tailgate? Not again, hot stuff.” I turn out of his arms, looking in our shared dresser for pants.

“Ooo you should wear those black Levi’s your butt looks good in.” He thinks, always having the more trendy style out of the two of us.

“Okay what shirt? I don't want to get too hot.” I add taking the high waisted Levi’s out, with a tired huff.

“I’d say none because you’re already smoking-” Billy teases

“Billy please, you are the one who got me into this mess. Please help me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry for finding you the best thing in my life so violently attractive.” He pleads and pouts “Forgive me, and definitely that solid red crop you wear to the bars.”

“I wear that to show off my boobs and get us free drinks.”

“Exactly, you look great in it.” I scoff, grabbing the clothes and some fresh under clothes.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked him from the bathroom, happy he didn’t look too closely at my facial expressions. Billy has a way with prying things out of people, part of the endless Casanova charm.

“Hell yeah got and eight pack and Munson and that other tall dude are bringing the dobie. We are all set.” He goes on about the plans tonight as I get ready in the bathroom. Looking under the sink after I change my clothes I look for a spare test. Always having some cheap ones lying around for myself or friends. Hitting a particular box with my hand I take it out and go to pee. Setting it on the counter while adding a hint of makeup and volume to my hair.

“Almost ready, Bills.” I call out, waiting longer than three minutes. I close my eyes and flip over the test on the counter. Taking a deep steadying breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. My neck sweats as I slowly open my eyes, looking down. I gasp, loud enough it worries Billy.

“Babe?”

“Sorry accidentally stabbed my eye with the mascara wand!” I say the first thing that comes to mind, cringing as I hold my hand over my mouth.

“Okay we let's get going Indiana, we can’t keep my fans waiting.” He laughs, starting to open the bathroom door. I scramble throwing the test into the medicine cabinet and shutting the mirror.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Billy dips in for a kiss,

“You look beautiful.”

“I look like a sl-”

“No, do you like it?” He asks honestly, I nod my head. He’s matched with cut offs and a Def Leppard muscle tee. “Then you're perfect. Grab your purse doll. I’ll go start the car.”

I smile sighing in relief, wrapping the test in toilet paper and burying it in the trash. Locking the door behind us, Billy already has his new muscle car running. A 1985 Camaro IROC-Z in his signature blue color. The drive to the large run down lot where Star Court had burned down. Gives you shivers thinking about when I lost him for nearly a whole year. He has a hand on my thigh as he pulls up next to Steve’s burgundy BMW. Robin and Nancy immediately separate us, taking me away to get each of us a drink.

“Girls, Jesus hang on a second!” I laugh barely able to get my seat belt off before I’m dragged to Argyle’s Van. 

“Hey there pretty ladies Johnny boy has the drinkies in the front seats.” He says as him and Jonathan’s head hang off the side of the out back doors. They are already toasted.

“Got any Coke?” I ask

“Which kind?” I hear a scruffy voice behind me, turning to see Eddie. I hug him tightly,

“Eddie!” I shriek, swallowing down tears in my eyes as Steve stands awkwardly next to him. I pull him into my next hug “Stevie! When did you morons get home?”

“Couple hours ago, Eddie just sold a few songs to a up and coming band in Texas?”

“Yeah, Pantera? Plus another to Warrant again, they should release their new album sometime this fall.” Eddie confirms a little smug,

“Wow good for you, babes.” I smack Eddie’s bare shoulder, feeling someone’s hands wrap around my waist and sniff my hair obnoxiously. “Billy...” I squirm feeling cold beverages in his hands.

“Hello gentlemen, see you’ve reunited with my lover.” His breath reeks of cheap beer already making my stomach turn upside-down.

“Sure have, wanna bum me a smoke like old times?” Eddie shakes Billy’s hand, Steve and Billy share a nod, still not fully healing their relationship quite yet.

“Go hang out with the guys, the girls and I are gonna mingle with some distant friends.” I encourage him, he gives me the ice cold coke he got for me before heading off with them.

“Okay Y/N,” Robin slurs a little, holding onto Nancy’s hand “now I wouldn’t say I’m an expert on breasts more a connoisseur.”

“Because you like judging people” Nancy laughs,

“Shush, baby. We’re all friends here but babes what are you doing differently? You look so hot, right now!” Robin holds her hands out like she’s trying to convince Nancy and I.

“Just a-” I freeze watching Nancy’s eyes narrow, like she does when she is trying to solve a puzzle. Damn Nancy Drew acting Wheeler.

“Just... What?” Robin asks a little loud, we both shush her.

“I’m late.”

“Late?” Robin looks at her girlfriend quizzically,

“How late?” Nancy’s eyes nearly burst out of her skull, Robin nods along with her eyes squinted.

“The positive kind.” You try to hint to both of them, Robin now bobbing along to the music as she drinks from her solo cup.

“Shit, does Billy know?”

“I took the test before we left, I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he want kids?”

“Yes, no? Shit maybe? We’re just in a really good place right now so I’m nervous.” I shrug, and Nancy hugs me. Robin turns around randomly and then runs towards Steve as he goes to get another beer.

“Everything will be okay, we’re here for you.” She takes my arm and we walk around mingling and chasing Robin away from the trunks with beer pong set up on them after she talks to Steve. 

He walks back over to the guys, Billy is catching up with Heather when Steve whispers something into Eddie’s ear.

“Yeah right, I’m gonna school your ass when we get to my place.” Billy yells at Heather as she walks towards you and the other girls. 

Steve clears his throat, Eddie looks at him oddly. Steve nods towards Billy, Eddie’s brows furrow as he sighs.

“Hey, Billy you're okay with Y/N dressing like that?” Eddie lowly wolf whistles, at the sight of her. Steve knocks on his head with his beer bottle.

“Um hello? I’m right here.” Steve rolls his eyes, Eddie knocks his shoulder, spilling his beer a little on his shirt. Billy laughs when Steve glares back, taking a long drag of his smoke and blowing it in the opposite direction of his friends.

“I picked out her outfit, I know how to fight. Y/N can wear whatever she wants.” Billy says, simply through his exhale.

“Okay man but... Stevie over here did win in ‘84. Just saying.” Eddie says critically, through his teeth, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Hey fuck off Scarface.” Billy scoffs as Steve interjects, wrapping an arm around his very not sober boyfriend's waist.

“Look Hargrove, Eds is just saying Y/N/N has filled out a bit this summer and is getting a little unwarranted attention.” Steve points the neck of his beer bottle to the ex-basketball team, all a bunch of high school rejects still living in their parents basement as they get fatter and older.

“Oh come on, they’re too scared of me to mess with my girl. I came back from the dead remember?” Billy wiggles his spare fingers while oooing and ahhing like a ghost. Eddie laughs at that, knocking their beers together while Steve’s headaches at the idiocracy.

The sun sets and a majority of the adults who have to work in the morning leave. While a majority of the high schoolers stay together drinking the now warm beer, most of our group also sticking close together about starting college or jobs in the fall. Billy and I reunited shortly after to head over to the apartment first, Lucas and Max sat in the back seat of the car as I drove, being the only sober one.

“I totally could’ve driven, I only had a few beers.”

“And smoked a joint with the guys.” I add turning down the music,

“What can't I bond with my little sister's boyfriend?”

“I had one puff, I doubt I’ll even feel anything.”

“One puff was enough, you already drank tonight Lucas.” Max says kindly, 

“Pfft you girls worry too much, right Sinclair?” Billy holds out his fist for Lucas to bump it. He laughs a little too hard when Billy tries to yank him forward.

“Don’t gang up on the only two women that enjoy your company.” Max scoffs at her brother.

“Whatever, you're up for some ball tomorrow Sinclair?”

“He can’t-” She’s cut off my Lucas explaining their plans

“Sorry Billy, it’s Max and I’s anniversary. We’re staying in Indianapolis for the night.”

“Aw how cute, please take pictures.” You fawn over them, you know exactly what Lucas has been through. That pain of losing your first love, knowing at a young age it was your last. Taking this second chance for all it’s worth every moment no matter how insignificant it is to others, is precious.  

“Better wear protection Sinclair, or I’ll have to kick your ass for knocking up my sister.”

“Billy!” Max punches him hard in the shoulder.

“What Billy means is we want you to be smart about your choices, but we can’t tell you what to do anymore-” 

“Just want what’s best for you, you’re good kids. We don’t need more children running around right now, we’re all still kids.” Billy cuts you off, 

“Um, Y/N are you on birth control?” Lucas asks politely, We’d agreed when Lucas and Max got serious their junior year they could ask me and Billy anything. I didn’t want them to feel odd for their feelings or idiots for the things that aren’t taught.

“I didn't enjoy it, I use a diaphragm sometimes which is like a cup that prevents the sperm from going up into the cervix. Yet we mainly use condoms because the latter makes us both uncomfortable.” I put simply, shrugging. I look in the back mirror. Lucas is leaning his head on Max’s shoulder as she plays with his shirt cuff.

“It feels like your jamming your penis into plastic Tupperware surrounded by warm-”

“EW! Ew stop Billy.” Max covers her ears and starts singing to the radio. I turn it up for her, we pull up to our assigned parking. Others start filling up the parking lot shortly after making a b-line straight to Billy and I’s apartment. 

“No, we had to pull off to the side of the road because we were lost, and exhausted!” Billy exasperates, 

“If Billy didn’t finally just pull over, I probably would've strangled him over the armrest.” I add to the story of Billy’s and I’s recent across-country road trip to California.

“So what happened after you figured out where you were?” Will asks

“Not exactly we-”

“We were in the backseat when a Sheriff drove by. We couldn’t even get our pants you all the way before he knocked on the window.” Billy laughs, Eddie and Argyle join him.

“I pulled down my dress while Billy collected himself enough to ask the man, old enough to be my grandfather for directions.” I rolled my eyes, leaning against Billy. He wrapped his arm around me as he finished the story.

“He handed me a handkerchief and slapped me on the back because her lipstick was smeared on my neck.” He pointed right under his jaw,

“Yeah I’m the slut and he was the stud.” I scoff,

“It’s okay baby. He probably keeled over jerking it to the image of you in that sundress when he got home that night.”

“Ew.” I cringe, “Want another babe?” I ask taking his empty beer can away.

“No, I'm good doll.”

“Hey did you hear Carol Perkins and Tommy H. are expecting?” Steve nods, sharing to Billy and I, I stiffen in Billy’s arms thankfully his too tipsy to notice.

“Yeah no shit, I never really gave a shit about them after graduation. They were the kind of people you know in school and then end it. Figures they are one of the firsts to get knocked up.” Billy continues to blabber about how he doesn’t think anyone should have kids until they’re married or at least financially stable among other things. In front of all our friends, who Buckley has told everyone closest to Billy and I. 

My stomach turns as I make eye contact with Steve. Him and Billy did work things out, my friendship with Steve and Steve’s serious partnership with Billy’s closet friend Eddie made a huge difference.  

“I’ll be back..” I walk down the hallway past my spare bedroom where Robin is passed out as Elle and Max read a Cosmo next to her. I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet trying to collect myself. There’s a knock and a call of my name. “Almost done.” I call out,

“It’s just me doll, are you okay?” Billy talks quietly, I open the door and he swoops me into his arms, “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”

“I’m sorry.” I mumble in his shoulder

“Don’t apologize, I know you haven’t been feeling good lately. Maybe we should make an appointment or something?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He kisses me once, then twice.

“Do you want kids?”

“Is that why your acting strange, because of the pressure of having babies outta high school?”

“You didn’t answer my question...” I whisper looking at the ground trying to will tears out of my eyes

“No, I don’t think I do. My Dad was a shitty father to say the least, he thought having me would save his marriage but the abuse he gave to my mom only got worse afterwards. That’s too much responsibility.” He answers so assured and honest it breaks my heart. 

Maybe a dog, someday but fuck kids. We’d be great Aunt ‘n Uncle to Max’s kids and anyone else who decides to baby-make.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Why do you ask?” Billy asks nervous

“I heard about Carol at the grocery store and wasn’t sure how’d you react.”

“Oh Y/N I don’t give a crap about them. Not when I have you guys.”

“Hey, I think I’m going to say goodnight to everyone and lay down early.”

“Yeah? I can end the party if you need.”

“No, no. I can sleep through anything.”

“Okay doll, whatever you need.”

I go back out into the living room and slowly say goodnight to everyone, Steve, my best friend next to Billy, hugs me a little longer and a little tighter. 

“Good night, honey. We’re here for you.”

“Yeah, always Y/N.”

“Thanks guys, love you.” I blow Eddie and Steve a kiss, Eddie dramatically falls backwards and Steve catches it to place over his heart.

Everyone else bids me goodnight as well, I run into Nancy and she’s waking a very grumpy very sleepy Robin.

“You leaving?” I ask her, Robin is practically curled around Nancy’s small frame leaning on her for support.

“Yeah Robs doesn’t feel good obviously.” Nancy shakes her head, placing a kiss on her partner's cheek.

“I’m never drinking again...” Robin groans

“Get home safe girls, call the house when you get there?” I hug both of them,

“Mike is driving us home since he’s sober, we’ll be okay.” She assures me, small towns were definitely non-conforming but we’d heard of other violence acts committed on same-sex couples in the bigger cities. No one ever deserved that.

Call me, if you need anything. We’re here for you too.” Nancy adds, saying goodbye to everyone as her, Robin and Mike leave.

I go into my bedroom and close the door, putting on my pajamas and removing my makeup. My stomach turns but I go to sleep anyway, a couple hours later I feel the bed dip and a warm arm wrap around my waist. It disappears a few hours later as Billy gets ready for work. Like always, I slowly wake up before he leaves, giving him a goodbye kiss. When he’s out the door, I race to the bathroom and puke my guts out. It’s like that enough of the morning I call out of work. Laying sadly in bed most of the day, until just before Billy gets home around 6. I wash my face and take another test, once again it’s overwhelmingly showing positive. I took this one and the other I hid in the trash last night and put them in my pocket. I conjured a plan on how to tell him, Billy Hargrove. My Billy, he comes home as I’m finishing the only dinner that sounded and smelled appetizing.

“Hey Indiana! I’m home.”

“Hi California.” I call back from the kitchen, plating the chicken and pesto for two. Well three...

How was work?” He kisses me on the cheek, smelling of coconut sunscreen and chlorine.

“It was okay, I had lots of lessons today. The boss is having me take a course on training babies how to swim. Guess it’s in high demand, and extremely important. Almost 45% if not more babies from birth to age four.” He tells me wide eyed, helping me bring the plates to the table as I grab him and beer and the ginger ale I’d been nursing for a couple of hours.

“That’s horrible.”

“Yeah but it means they’re moving me to nearly full-time since those lessons are more important than just the summer. I start working at the Hawkins Rec Center in a few weeks.” He says with a smile hidden by pesto

“Wait, you got a promotion?!”

“Yep, don’t have to go back to the shop this year. I can just teach lessons and couch at the high school.”

“Billy, that's amazing!” I reach out and take his hand,

“I can’t wait, but I’m a little nervous about teaching kiddos so young.”

“You're great with kids Billy.”

“I wasn’t-”

“You’ve changed, you and Max had a lot of unresolved issues. Things have gotten a lot better the past couple years. For christ’s sake she is here for dinner at least once a week if not more. Not even Susan can say she sees her daughter as much.”

“Thanks, how was your day?” He kisses the top of my hand all suave and romantic,

“Haven’t been feeling to good but I think I’ll get better in a couple months...”

“You go to the doctor?”

“No, I took a test yesterday and today.” I swallow the bile rising in my stomach

“If you didn’t go to the doctors-” I cut Billy off, running to the bathroom and clutching the toilet bowl. He follows, then helps by holding my hair and rubbing my back. “We should go to the ER, you didn’t even drink yesterday.”

“It’s okay-”

“No the hell it’s not Y/N! You’re throwing you guts up and you’ve-”

“Billy...” I hold out my hand for him to help me up, flushing the toilet before washing my hands. Tears fall down my cheeks,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell...”

“It’s not that.” I strain to find the two words, hiding my face in my hands.

“What’s going on?”

“Promise we can talk about this?” I turn to him dizzy, I take his hand in mine and go to sit down on our bed.

“We can talk about anything, Y/N.” He pushes my hair out of my face. I reach into my sweatshirt pocket and turn over the pregnancy tests. Tears continue to cascade down my cheeks as Billy freezes his expression is unreadable. He swallows hard taking the tests.

“I’m pregnant.” I tell him wetly, wiping away tears so I can see him better. He stands, throwing the tests down the hall with a clatter. Hard enough I jump at the sudden action. Hands running through his hair, irritation now bursting through the seams.

“What?” He scoffs

“I’m pregnant, Billy.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” He paces the foot of the bed, working himself up “How long? How long did you keep this shit from me?”

“I-I found out last night.” I explained standing close to him.

“Yeah? Is that why you’ve been all weird and shit around me? You were hiding this?”

“Nooo, no Billy. Please.” I try and reach for him,

“Don’t ‘No, Billy’ me. Is this why you don’t want to go on birth control? Just trying to trap me?” His voice gets elevated as the questions continue, he pushes off my hand like he’s been scolded with hot water.

“No, I love you.” I cry, holding onto myself

“Do you? You know I don’t want kids, Y/N!” He gets in my face words booming through the house and my ears and I gasp. “What the fuck?” He storms out the room, hearing him knock into the table in the hall with a groan before there’s a crash and bang. I run out, he’s thrown it across the hallway creating a dent in the drywall and breaking the legs of anything that was on top flung or stepped on.

“Please don’t push me away!” I raise my voice, trying to walk over the mess in my bare feet.

“Did you even think, to consider how I felt?”

“I am trying to understand but you're yelling and throwing things around. Are you blaming me for this?”

“You’ve got some nerve, it takes two Y/N. You won’t make me do shit, now move.” I find him in the living room collecting his wallet and keys.

“Billy, please-” I beg him standing in front of the door, he moves me aside with a strong hand.

“No, I’m leaving. I can’t do this, this is the one thing.”  He spits at me, fire exploding behind his eyes. 

“If you leave, I’ll never forgive you!” I call to him, my voice raw and overwhelmed with emotion.

My mind begging and pleading for him to shut the door and engulf me in his arms. Tell me everything will be okay, that he loves me and we’ll get through this.

“It’s too much.” He fums, the door slams shut behind him, shaking a picture off the wall. 

I hobble over to it, defeated, it’s one from the California trip. Billy had given the camera he borrowed from Jonathan to an older surfer to take a photo of us at the beach in our wetsuits. My hair is tied back, smiling at the camera with a teeth filled grin. While Billy looks at me and smiles, eyes dopey with exhaustion but something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joy. The glass from the frame has shattered and scratched it, splitting the two of us by our hands. I hold it close as I dial the only people I can trust,

“Yello, Munsington household or Harrinuson if you like that better.” Eddie answers the phone, with his infectious bravoto.

“Hi Eds.” I sob out in relief.

“Y/N, honey. What’s-” His voice deepens immediately in concern,

“I-I told him, he left. He left me.” I weep into the receiver, trying to collect my thoughts.

“Okay, hey do me a favor unlock the door and turn on the TV? Distract yourself while Steve and I get there.” Eddie tells me calmly, ‘What’s going on?’ I hear Steve interrupts.

“Okay. I’ll try, I’m so sick Eddie.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Eddie asks, ‘Is that Y/N/N?’ Steve interrogates still faint on the line.

“No, I’m just puking.”

“Is there blood or anything strange about it?”

“No...” I cry louder

“Hey-hey,” Eddie gets my attention again, “that’s good. Remember what I said, Steve and I are getting in the car right after I hang up.”

“Okay Eds.”

“We’ll be there soon, Sweet Girl.” Steve takes the phone from Eddie who barks ‘Steve where are my keys?!’ 

Hang tight, I’ll be right there. Everything's gonna be fine.” Steve assures both of us.

“Yeah...”

“We’re on our way.” Steve hangs up the phone, staring at his metal head boyfriend with a single shoe on untied and the other in his hands as he tears up the entire living room looking for his keys.

“Eds?” Steve stands by the landline hands on his hips.

“Hold on Steve, I gotta find my keys!” Eddie holds out his shoe pointing it at his boyfriend as he moves to the kitchen table.

“Eddie.” He scolds in a boisterous manner enough to make Eddie look at him

“What?!” Eddie yells, looking at his boyfriend to find him jiggling Eddie’s car keys in his hand,

“Get in the van-.” He motions him to the door,

“Why’d you let me tear up the apartment?”

“It was kinda funny, give me a reason to make you help me clean it when we get home.” Steve throws the keys to Eddie going to the passenger side.

“I haven’t even put my shoes on.”

“I doubt your shoes will have any impact on us kicking Billy’s ass.”

I hear a single knock at the door before a flurry of dark curls and onyx eyes enters the apartment, behind him a tanned honey colored pompadour with equally syrup eyes enters. I suck in a breath, watching them look around. Steve goes to where I’m crouched in the living room, cleaning up the glass from the picture frame. He immediately engulfs me in his arms, not saying a word as I squeeze him a little too tight.

“Hey, shhh. I’m here, Sweet Girl. I got you.” He holds me tight, his caress of my hair like an affirmation he’s molding to my skin with each rub.

“Shit Steve where is she, he tore up the hallway-” Eddie walks with untied shoes to Steve practically hoisting me in his lap as I cry, he holds one of the positive tests.

Hey, Y/N...” Eddie accidentally steps in the pile of glass swept together, he finishes the job with a broom and dustpan. My breathing steadies a bit more with them here, I’m not alone.

“I'm sorry, I don’t have anyone else to call.” 

“Hey now, none of that. Don’t apologize, you’d do the same thing if Eddie knocked me up.” I chuckle at Steve pinching his bicep, feeling relieved by the minute.

“You’d make a great mom.” I breathe deep trying to make the joke back,

“So are you.” Steve kisses my temple, swaying us in the living room. His words sink deep as I hide my wet cheeks and snotty-nose into his shoulder. 

“Um, I don't know if you want your pee stick but I found it in the entryway.” Eddie sits criss-crossed in front of us, setting the test down like an offering in front of me. Taking a minute to finally tie his shoes, as if he hasn't tripped a billion times since leaving the apartment.

“Gross Eddie, it’s just called a pregnancy test.” Steve chortles straightening out his leg to kick the other in the thigh.

“Ow! You’ve hurt me deeply Stevie, I twas trying to lighten the mood. Also that pasta is the freaking bomb.” He swats Steve’s foot away when he nudges him again. Noticing a change in mood again, instead of sadness it’s anger.

“It made me sick, that’s how the conversation started...” I mumble against Steve,

“Wait am I going to get sick from eating some?” Eddie asks alarmed

“No stupid she’s having morning sickness, keep up.” He squints at his boyfriend as if to say ‘read the room’.

“Are you PMS-ing babe? You’ve been awfully mean-” The metal head pouts,

“Shush this is about Y/N.” The King with no crown points his finger angry,

“No, I love it when you two bicker like you’ve been married for 50 years.” 

“One day with this one is a whole year’s worth of irritation.” Steve sticks out his tongue playfully at Eddie shaking his head.

“I wonder what 5 minutes of pleasure with me is then.” Eddie blows a kiss and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Ew stop being in love in front of my unborn child.” the silence is a pregnant as you are.

“So Robin wasn’t just drunk blabbering last night?” Steve rubs his warm hand along my back,

“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’, the silence overwhelms all of us until Eddie gets uncomfortable enough to speak.

“You don’t have to right this second but, you wanna tell us what’s going on?” He fumblingly asks with a concerned smile. I relay all of what happened tonight along with a few more tidbits.

“Billy hasn’t ever explicitly told me he didn’t want kids. So I wasn't expecting him to be excited and have everything figured out but he just left me.”

“Jesus Christ, you talk to anyone else?” Eddie wipes a hand over his forehead, I shake my head. Steve has been tense since I started talking about what Billy said.

“He say where he went?” Steve asks with deathly calm, I shake my head twirling the test in my hands.

“I know where he is, and I’m gonna kill ‘im.” Eddie stands up, taking out his car keys.

“No Eddie!” I whine,

“Munson, where the hell are you going?” Steve stands beside me,

“To talk some sense into this asshole, I love you I’ll be back-” He kisses Steve before running out of the complex.

“Don’t get arrested!” Steve yells out, turning back around to me. “How about you get cleaned up? I’ll clean up out here and we can watch a movie together on the couch like old times.” He offers, holding my arms and massaging my biceps to encourage laughter.

“What about the drywall? And the kitchen-”

“Y/N/N. I’ll call Wayne in the morning, I’m sure he’s got the tools from patching up the trailer. And I’ll clean the kitchen so you don’t get sick again because of the food aversion.”

“You’re stubborn...” I pout, moving over the broken pieces of wall and furniture in the hallway. 

“Nah just enough to not take shit from you and Henderson.” He laughs, picking up the trashed things in the hall as I enter the bathroom. 

Turning on the shower to warm up a few seconds allows the room to fill with steam. The first thing I see in the mirror is me, hazy and weak. Too weak to handle side effects a a little blue pill, to weak to stick up for myself and yell back, too weak to fix things. The mirror fills with steam as quickly as I fill with dread. I start undressing only able to see my body from a upper preview. For weeks I thought I was bloated, stressed out from my job and not working out. The normal protective pudge of my stomach has a small softball size curve that doesn’t move like the rest of me. It’s hard to suck in, and more prominent when I full relax. I don’t feel scared for myself, but scared of what I can offer. Alone, I’m barely able to remember to drink water but always remember to do the dishes before bed to make breakfast easier to have.

Lamenting through my own thoughts, I shake them away. There’s doctors to talk about this kind of thing, that’s what they’re there for. Support groups for mothers who don’t know what to do. The kids have taught me a lot but none of them except Erica were even under ten when we’d first met. When it’s your own child, it’s a whole different ball game. There will still be a team surrounding me even as the opponents team boo’s and hollers. Now it’s a waiting game to see if my pitcher is with me. 

I like to think Billy is a good man, not by any means by himself. Repaired as many relationships as he could, hate who he was before. He thinks before acting but I’d seen that look before, anger is normally a response to a much deeper and complex feeling. Fear, frustration, sadness. He’s been taught his whole life that the answer is to push those other things away, make room for hate, bigotry and self preservation. While I grew up in a different way, in a different world. Built for me to fail, built for me to resent motherhood as the only outcome for my life. The only thing a woman is good at, but doesn’t receive the credit for only the blame and the hard work it takes. To be loved by the things you can create but not the person you are. Billy is just as scared as I am, but I will not be the one to fix this. I will not be alone.

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it's the tie | Tom Cruise [18+]

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Summary : post oscar luncheon sex.

Warnings: daddy!kink, spanking, inappropriate languages, bondage, unstated age gap, prolly some typo or mistakes.

Pairing : Tom x Fem!reader

WC : 1600+

"That's a nice tie," you chuckle.

You're watching him from the doorframe for the last 3 minutes. Tom just comes back from the Oscar Luncheon. Despite he has discarded the navy suit, matching colored vest, and taken off his shoes. Tom still looks ravishing as he was earlier on the carpet.

Turning his head towards you, Tom stay composed, as if he knew you were there the whole time. He smirks. "Is that why you're staring?" He asks as he continues to untie the appealing lilac patterned tie.

There's something about his looks tonight. You've seen him donning the color navy all the time. Blue and navy are basically made for Tom. But tonight, something is different, something appeals differently to you. And your eyes keep dropping, lazer-lock, on that lilac patterned tie.

You crook your eyebrows and come to him. Replacing his hands with your smaller ones, you help him to untie the tie.

"How was the event?" You ask.

Without waiting for his answer, you lean towards his neck. The intoxicating scent of him always managed to arouse you. Placing a deep kiss on his neck, Tom relaxes and exhales deeply.

"Could be better if you were there with me," he tells.

You scoff softly. Continue to kiss his neck. Altering from a sweet soft peck, sucking gently, and nibbling his skin, you manage to have Tom's breath stalling.

"How was your meeting, honey?" He asks.

You take a glance at his emeralds. His eyes light up with excitement, "It was bad actually," you answer.

"Bad?" He repeats, "How so?" He asks with narrow eyes.

"Can't keep my mind on it. All i thought about was this..." You grin. "You in this look..., this tie." You chuckle, looking back at his eyes through your lashes, "I just wanted you all night, Tommy," you tilt your head to the side, seductively looking deeply into him.

His eyes flickers, "Yeah?" He softly graze his fingers on your shoulder. That little contact got goosebumps all over your spine already.

Sighing softly, "Yeah,"

Pulling him closer by the tie, you clash your lips on his for a hungry kiss. Stepping up from your lead, Tom dominates the kiss. Slipping his tongue inside of your mouth.

He's quick to undress you, leaving you only covered with your panties. Tom hoists you and throws you onto the bed. You squeal at the sudden movement and chuckle when you bounce on the mattress.

With a radiant look on his face, Tom takes off his tie in an instant. He climbs on top of you, "Is this what you want, darling?" He wraps the tie on his hand. That lilac patterned tie that leaves an impression on you, got you dreaming the filthiest thing while sitting on a meeting.

How can you refuse.

His eyes darken with lust, and it's apparent that he's ready to have his way for you tonight. You're grinning wide and nodding.

"Turn around, on your knees, sweetheart," Tom orders.

Being the good girl that you are, you gladly do as you're told.

Tom takes both of your hands, put them together on your back, and he ties your wrists together. Trying to test his knot, you're surprised to find what a firm knot that is.

Tom chuckles softly, "Don't try to break 'em, they'll bite," he whispers to your ear, then nibs softly on your earlobe.

"I can't touch you tonight?" You ask,

"You asked for this, darling. Now, take it and be a good girl," Tom softly pops on your ass. Your body jolts excitedly at the surprise move. Tom leans down, kissing all over your back as his fingers pressing on your still clothed cunt.

"You're drenched, sweetheart, i haven't even touched you properly yet,"

You giggle, turning your head around to see him, "It's the tie, baby,"

"Mhm, of course, it is." Tom chuckles. He finds it amusing that even an article of clothing, as simple as a tie, could get you so arouse like this. To your defense, you're dating a literal sex god. Whatever he put on, even the silliest, even a sack, could look so appealing, attractive, and sexy on him.

Tom takes off your panties. He lifts your hips, and you're back on your knees. Tom finally presses his tongue on your folds. Trailing your slit with his tongue, it grazes over your clit giving you a quick rush of pleasure before it comes back to your entrace. He teases your entrace then he enters your sweet hole with his tongue.

"Oh, fuck! Tommy..." you whimper.

"Excuse me?" Tom asks with an offended tone.

You chuckle, "Daddy," you correct yourself.

"Mhm, that's what i thought i heard," Tom grins.

Tom continues devouring you with his mouth. Fucking your cunt with his tongue.

His hand slips underneath you, reaching for your breast. Tweaking your nipple in between his fingers, he makes you moan even harder.

"Ohmygod," you moan. Face burying to the white fluffy pillow.

"Taste so fucking good," Tom mutters as he wiggles your ass to his face. Tom sucks and licks your clit. Your breath hitching in your throat, mind scattering with the pleasure he's giving you.

"Ohh fuuuckkk, daddy!" You cry out a moaning mess.

Tom slaps your ass hard. That was the first time he had ever spanked you. "Daddy!" You gasp at the stinging pleasure. The sting impact brings a new sensation of jolting pleasure. You chuckle, adoring the new sensation. "Fuck– More please," you whimper.

"More? You like that, darling?" Tom crooks his head, looking down at you as you grin happily.

"Yes! More, daddy, harder please!" You look back at him. Tom grins widely at your pleads.

Approving your pleads. He gives you another one to your other cheek. He spanks you harder. You shut your eyes and grunts.

Tom chuckles softly, watching you loving to be spanked, "Look at you, little slut,"

"More daddy,"

And another strike to your other cheek. This one stings even more because the previous one still remains.

"Ah!" You squeal then giggle.

Tom chuckles and pulls you into his lap. His hard member pressing your back side. Wanting and needing more of him, you grind down on the hard center. He kisses your lips hungrily in a burning, lustful passion. His hands grasped your breast aggressively.

"My girl," he mutters in between the hot kisses. His hands wrapping around you possesively. He's so possessive of you and you're thankful that he shows it verbally in bed. Hearing them always brings butterflies inside of you.

"My Tom," you retort.

He smiles, Tom rest his forehead on yours as his fingers softly rub your face. You chuckle softly to him, adoring how he can be both aggressive and soft. He perfectly mastered both, knowing the right time to switch between the two. He really is a true man of your dream.

With your hand on your back, you're able to slip your hand under his dress pants. Impatiently searching for his cock, Tom grins, "Darling..."

"Need you, daddy," you whispers.

Chuckling darkly, Tom pushes you back to the bed. Laying there flat on your tummy, you wait as Tom stands up and undress himself. He climbs back on the bed, on top of you. Aligning himself at your entrance, he gives your slit a few stroking teases with his head.

"Don't tease me, daddy,"

Tom laughs, "So impatient, darling,... it's my pussy, my way, yeah?"

"Your pussy?" You raise your eyebrows.

Tom chuckles, gives you no warning and push his cock all the way in inside you at once.

"OH!" You yelp.

"Mmm, that's right, my pussy," he mutters, "Say it!" Tom growls in your ear. He starts thrusting in and out of your weeping cunt.

"Y-your pussy," you whimper. "Ahh... your pussy, daddy!"

"Good girl," he whispers. Tom starts drilling into you at a mercilessly hard pace. In no time, you're already moaning his name repeatedly right now.

"FuUcK! TOM!" you exclaims.

"That's it, louder!" Tom smiles, "You're squeezing that walls around me, baby... so fucking good," he groans.

Tom holds the knot on your wrist, his other hand gripping your hips. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. The air of the bedroom feels thick and smells like sex. You're so close to spilling all over his cock.

"T-tom," you moan breathlessly.

Tom unties your hands. Quickly, he flips you around. Tom slams back his cock inside of you. Taking your legs over his shoulder, you're nearly folded in half. Tom looks feral. Sheen of sweat on his forehead and chest, skin blushing in flushed red, eyebrows furrows in pleasure, lips set apart and slipping uneven ragging breath. You can look at this face for the rest of your life.

Both of you are drowning in a pool of pleasure. Still holding that lilac tie. You wrap it around his neck, use them to pull him even closer to you.

"Cum for me," he tells you. "Cum for me, darling,"

A few more hard thrusts, you're practically screaming his name. Nails raking on his shoulders that for sure tomorrow will leave marks on him. Your walls throbbed and clenching around him, pushing him even closer to his edge.

"Oh fuck, Y/N!" Tom groans.

His seeds coat your walls. Filling you to the brim. Both of you collapsed together. Tom rests on top of you for a while, both of you panting for air.

The intense pleasure flooding inside of you. Endorphins swimming throughout your body. Heart swims in a warm feeling of love as Tom gives soft pecks all over your neck and jawline. Slowly, he pulls out of you. He looks back deeply into your eyes. Emerlad eyes lighten with post-sex happiness.

"Thank you," you mutter breathlessly.

Tom smiles, he kisses your forehead. "So... you like the tie, then?" He grins at you.

You laugh, "I love it,"

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Can I get MCU!peter Parker x female reader fluff where they had been dating in secret for a few months before they get caught sneaking into each other’s room at night by your choice and they finally decide to tell the avengers and just pure fluff at the end thank you 😘😘

Love, nonny 💕💕

Juice Pops

A/N: I tweaked it just a bit. Hope you like it!

Summary: You and Peter decided to keep things quiet. That is, until a certain 5 year old decided even juice pops couldn’t stop her from telling her dad about the weird things she’d heard and seen.

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x reader, Avengers x teen!reader, Bucky x teen!kinda-sister!reader

w/c:2700+

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, reader is an orphan, thought it’s only mentioned once. All avengers are alive. No one dies. Period.

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Peter Parker was the sweetest human being ever. He was an amazing friend too, but he was the best boyfriend.

You’d joined the avengers a little after he had, after your best friend Lila Barton had seen your sparring skills when she’d come to watch one day. One thing led to another and you’d become the youngest agent on the team. When you and Peter met, you’d hit it off immediately. 

Currently you were seated in your room in the tower, struggling with calculus when said boy scrambled through your window.

“Baby you have no idea what happened today,” he started, dropping his bag on the bed, pulling off his mask, full of excitement. You stopped, getting up and turning to him as he wrapped his hands around your waist, your own resting on his shoulders. “Yeah? What’d I miss?” you asked, a goofy smile on your face.

“I got an old lady a taco for free, courtesy of the suit,” he grinned.

You laughed, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. He smelled like a tree. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to his chest, as if that was even possible. 

“I missed you,” he whispered, one hand resting on your head, as the other wrapped itself around your torso. 

“Me too, spidey,” you responded, lips sending a wave of goosebumps over his skin, as you placed a soft kiss on his neck.

You both went to different schools, which meant you only saw each other at the tower. However, no one else knew about the relationship, because you were afraid of their reactions.

Except Ned. And Lila.

Which meant that you had to keep things subtle.

Which also meant you weren’t supposed to cast loving glances or wink at each other. 

You weren’t supposed to. But what else were Ned and Lila around for?

Peter pulled away slightly, just so that he could see your face, your bodies still flush against each other’s.  He cupped your jaw, kissing your forehead first, before his lips met yours. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned, grabbing your lower lip with his teeth, tugging slightly, his hands sliding down the curve of your body, down till your hip, before squeezing it lightly. 

You both pulled away after a few minutes, gasping for air, lips swollen and cheeks red. Just as you were about to reconnect, you heard a knock on your door. Both of your eyes widened in panic, before Peter quickly dived under your bed, relying on the shadows to hide him.

You straightened yourself out before quickly opening the door, to find a very amused looking Bucky staring back at you. “Y’alright kid?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. You tried to move slightly, trying to cover your bed as much as possible.

“Yup! Perfectly, perfectly fine,” you said, hoping he hadn’t heard anything. He nodded, that damn smirk never leaving his face. “Alright then, dinner’s ready,” he told you, peeking past you into your room, before turning around and leaving. 

You quickly spun around shutting the door and leaning against it. Peter crawled out from under the bed, dusting himself off before giving you a panicked look. You shook your head, “Even if he heard, he won’t spill the beans.” you assured him. 

Bucky had quickly become like an older brother to you, taking you under his wing when they all found out you didn’t have any parents. He’d done everything for you, from showing you the ropes of handling yourself on the field, to trying (and failing) to help you with homework. He’d even threatened a few boys that had been after you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew, but were confident he wouldn’t tell. However, he and Peter never seemed to get along, so it did seem off that he hadn’t lectured you about it yet.

Maybe he didn’t know as much as you thought. Or maybe he suspected it was someone else.

It was definitely the second one. You knew how much Bucky disliked Peter, and he probably trusted that you wouldn't date him.

You felt the teensiest bit guilty.

“I should get down to dinner,” you said, walking up to your boyfriend. He nodded, the disappointment on his face evident. “I’m sorry. You should go home for dinner too. Come back after, yeah?” you asked, holding his face in your hands. He nodded again, “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

He pressed his lips to yours once more, before grabbing his bag and jumping out the window. You ran over, watching as he swung away into the night, before closing, and pulling the blinds, then making your way downstairs.

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“Princessa, please explain to my sister that she is absolutely wrong,” Pietro pleaded, pointing to Wanda with his fork.

“I am not! N/n tell him that he’s the one who’s wrong,” Wanda replied, staring angrily at her brother.

They were talking about Wanda’s cooking.

Pietro hated it.

The team was divided, exactly half supporting one of the siblings each, so naturally Pietro looked to you for help. 

You held your hands up in defense, “Don’t ask me. I need food. As long as I get it, I’m not judging,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“But if you had to choose?” Pietro asked, waving his fork around.

You pretended to ponder your choices for a minute, before shrugging, “If I had to,” you dragged, looking between the both of them before your eyes settled on Wanda. Her face lit up - “it’d be Pietro,” you said, raising your hand as he gave you a high-five. Wanda frowned, “I should’ve known. Of course you’d support him! I’m not helping you with homework anymore!”

You stared at her, mouth agape. “Don’t bring my homework into this,” you warned, waving your fork in her face. She just shrugged before continuing to eat.

The entire table erupted in laughter, Wanda and yourself included. 

After eating, you quickly ran up to your room, finding Peter already waiting on your bed.

“You’re lucky no one else can open this door without my permission,” you told him, climbing in next to him. He pulled you into his chest, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. You sighed, letting yourself relax.

He ran a hand through your hair, “How was your day?” he asked quietly.

You hummed, “It was good. Calculus sucks though.”

You felt the vibrations of his laughter in his chest, “Yeah, it’s a tough one.”

You felt yourself slipping into a slumber, soft lips against your forehead.

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“Ms.L/N, Ms.Stark wants entry into your room,” FRIDAY announced, your eyes snapping open. 

You groaned, “Let her in.”

The little girl walked into your room as the door opened, bare feet against the cold morning tile.

She paused a few feet away from your bed as you sat up stretching, “What’s up Mickey?” you asked. The nickname coming from her obsession with Mickey Mouse. 

“Why is Petey in your bed?”

Your eyes widened in shock, head spinning around to find Peter asleep in your bed.

Oh shit.

“Uhhh,” you had to think fast, “He was helping me with uh-with- with homework and he - um- he got tired - and he- he just fell a-asleep here. Yeah.” you said nodding, satisfied with your answer. How suspicious could a 5-year old be?

But that’s when Peter woke up.

He sat up stretching, wrapping his arms around you, before pressing a kiss to the side of your chest. “Good Morning, baby.”

The panic in your chest grew.

Morgan stared at you for a minute, “Why did he just call you baby then?”

Yep. You were fucked.

Peter seemed to have realized what was going on then, because he immediately backed away, back hitting the wall. You turned to glare at him, as he shot you an apologetic look.

“Okay, okay, Morgan look. You can’t tell anyone.” you said, getting off the bed to kneel in front of her.

She blinked, “It’s a secwet?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s a secret,” you said, nodding.

She put her tiny finger on her chin, tapping slowly, looking away, thinking about it.

You hated how a 5 year old was making you feel so terrified, right now.

She looked at you, the most sinister smile a kid could muster, forming on her lips. “Then, you get me all the free juice pops I want. Whenever, I want” she said.

Dammit, she was good.

You nodded. You had no choice. 

She gave you a tight nod, before prancing out of the room, the actual reason she’d walked in long forgotten.

“We’re fucked,” your boyfriend said, letting out a breath of air.

“You think?!” you asked, spinning around.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t know! I literally just woke up!”

You shook your head. “Whatever. We just have to,” you waved your hands around, “give her what she wants,” you sighed.

“She’ll get sick.”

“Do YOU want to explain to Mr.Stark why you’re dating the newest recruit?” you asked, pointing to him.

He shook his head frantically. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, running a hand through your hair. 

“So, what now?” he asked, climbing off of your bed.

You looked at the wall clock, sighing. “Now, we have school,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

Peter nods. “See you after school?”

You nod, pulling him in for a quick kiss, before you both bid each other goodbye and he was out your window.

Today’s gonna be a long day.

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You’d managed to force Lila into coming to the tower with you, surprising Clint a little.

“You girls alright?” he asks, watching his daughter walk in with you.

“We’re fine dad, we’re gonna go study,” Lila assures him, pushing you towards the stairs. 

“She just doesn’t wanna go see her boyfriend right now, Mr.Barton!” you yell, Lila hitting you immediately, eyes narrowed, “Shut up!”

You’d basically called her in as a reinforcement. 

Within 5 minutes of you entering your room, Morgan made her way in.

The fear you felt for this child was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

“Juice pop,” she declared. You sighed, getting off the bed, as Lila started snickering. You shot her a look over your shoulder as you guided Morgan towards the kitchen. Luckily, there was no one there. 

You got her the flavor she wanted, and she skipped off again. You thought the worst of it was over.

Boy, were you wrong.

She came back twice before dinner.

The second time, Sam saw you give her one.

The third time, it was Steve.

“I swear if she comes back again, I’m gonna blow,” you whispered to Lila on your way down.

Peter was helping Natasha and Pepper set up the table, and you quietly joined them, trying to signal to Peter that things were going well so far. It was one of the days when he ate over at the tower, but you hoped it wouldn’t mess things up.

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Morgan decided she wanted to sit around with all of the “big people” today.

Her eyes wouldn’t leave you and Peter.

The second you finished eating, is when hell struck.

“Y/N, I want a juice pop,” she said grinning.

Oh boy.

“Morgan, you already had one,” Steve said.

“She did?” Tony asked.

“Two,” Sam said, holding up two fingers.

“What?!” Pepper asked, shocked.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

“Wrong!” Morgan giggled. Your eyes snapped to her, trying to warn her.

She held up 3 fingers. “I had thwee.”

That little-

You looked at Lila with pleading eyes, but you could tell that even she didn’t know what to do.

The panic in your chest grew, the adults talking over each other as your eyes found Peter, the same thoughts circling his mind.

We’re done for.

“Morgan, honey, who gave you those?” Tony asked.

Don't say Y/N. Don't say Y/N. Don't -

“Y/N”

Annnd she said Y/N.

All heads turned to you.

You looked at Morgan. You were still safe. As long as she didn’t-

“And if she doesn’t give me one more, I’m telling everyone her wittle secret.”

Your eyes widened, landing on a very terrified looking Peter.

“What secret? You might as well spill ‘cause you’re not getting anymore juice pops,” Tony declared, eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

Morgan shrugged, “Petey called Y/N baby,” she giggled, “and they were sleeping together.” 

You wished you could make like Scott and just disappear.

“What?!” Bucky yelled.

“We weren’t having sex, I swear!” Peter blurted out.

“What’s sex?” Morgan asked.

“Not in front of the kid!” Pepper exclaimed, dragging Morgan away.

“You were sleeping on her bed?” Clint asked.

“They were just sleeping, dad!”

“Lila, you knew?!”

“FRIDAY, how come I didn’t get any reports of Peter coming in through the window or something?”

“It’s not necessarily a safety hazard, sir.”

“Yeah, well from now on it is.”

“Noted, sir”

You looked around as everyone started talking over each other. You couldn’t think, not in this noise.

“OKAY!” you yelled, silencing everyone.

You looked at Peter, “The cat’s out of the bag,” you muttered.

“Hell yeah. So, care to explain?” Buck asked. You could tell he was mad.

You let out a shaky breath, “We,” you said pointing between you and Peter, “are dating.”

The table was eerily quiet. No one said a word.

“We didn’t know how you would react. We knew some of you,” Peter paused, looking at Bucky, “wouldn’t like it very much.” 

“Alright.” Steve nodded, “The three of you get out of here, the adults need to talk,” he pointed to you, Peter and Lila. 

“And stay downstairs where we can see you,” Bucky ordered.

You all nodded, before slipping away quietly.

Lila tried to comfort you both, but you were still scared. You didn’t like the way Bucky had been looking at you. Almost, like he’d felt… betrayed. You knew they wouldn’t tell you to break up, but you were worried that it would weaken your relationship with Bucky.

When they called the three of you out, you could still see the fire in his eyes. And as expected, the verdict was not that bad.

“Just - keep your door open,” Tony said, tiredly rubbing his face, “and you,” he pointed to Peter, “use the goddamn front door.” 

“You got that?” Steve asked.

You both nodded.

“That’s enough drama for one night, you guys should go to sleep,” Bruce said. 

You looked to Peter, and he hesitantly came over, giving you a hug, his chin against your head. “We’re okay,” he whispered. 

“Yeah.” 

“I’ll text you,” he said, pulling away. You nodded, his eyes flickered to your lips, but you shook your head.

Not in front of everyone. Definitely not now.

He seemed to understand, and so he just quietly walked away, bidding everyone a good night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was past 11pm and you still couldn’t sleep.

You were worried about Bucky being mad at you.

You got out of bed, “FRIDAY, is Bucky asleep?” you asked. 

“No he isn’t, Ms. L/N. He is in his room, however”

You nodded, making your way out of your room and over to his. You knocked in his door, and it swung open after a few moments.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking tired.

“Are you mad at me?” you questioned, your voice breaking slightly.

“What? No,” he said, pulling you into his room.

You both walked over to his bed, sitting down side by side.

“Why would you think that?” he asked, looking at you.

“ ‘Cause you don’t like Peter,” you said matter - of - factly.

He laughed. “You’re right, but I mean, if he’s making you happy,” he shrugged, “who am I to judge?” 

“Really?”

“Yes, but," he said pointing to you, suddenly looking serious, “if he hurts you - ”

“You’ll break his neck?” you asked, grinning. 

He tilted his head to the side, “I was gonna say, I’ll mess up his pretty little face but sure, you’ve got a better idea.”

“Bucky!” you gasped.

He burst out laughing again, and this time you joined in.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” you asked after a minute, making your best puppy face.

“Y/N” he groaned.

“Please! I swear I won’t pull all of the blanket off of you this time!” you said, joining your hands in a prayer-like manner.

He looked at you, clearly not trusting you.

“And I’ll never hide something from you again. I promise.”

“Deal” he said, climbing over to his side of the bed.

“That’s all it took?” you asked, laughing, and laying down next to him.

“Hey! I’m a simple man!” he said feigning shock.

You scoffed, “A simple man who hates a teenager.”

“A simple man who hates Peter Parker. There’s a difference,” he said, holding up his finger.

“Oh shut up Barnes!”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Matt is horny and Reader is not there. He jerks off with 2 of reders briefs. One to smell and the other to jerk off. Reader comes home and catches Matt, who doesn't realize she's home, when he's done she says "you buy me some new ones".

hii anon!! ive done something a little similar to this, but I love your idea so I had to do it. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

satin secret (matt murdock x f reader)

wc || 0.7k

warnings || 18+ only masturbation (m) think that’s all. minors dni

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Matt’s the kind of guy that could never quite get enough. When it came to you he’d be utterly insatiable, the need and hunger to have you drove him insane. He wanted you all the time, no matter what time of the day, you’d be on his mind; in the morning, at work, at the grocery store, the courthouse, the shower. Whenever he had a spare moment, thoughts of you spiralled in his brain.

Due to conflicting schedules, he wasn’t able to have you whenever he had those thoughts. He’d ache from need and the lack of your warm touch, so he’d have to take care of himself with you in mind.

Sometimes he would need help focusing, needing the familiar scent of you to help himself get off. Usually, he’d smell your t-shirt, but not this time.

He was rummaging through your dresser to find a top you had worn a couple of times, but he accidentally opened the wrong one. His fingers skimmed along the clothing until he realised he wasn’t in the right drawer. A crude thought popped into his mind when he brushed along a couple of lace and satin undies. Checking the apartment for your heartbeat, not wanting you to see what he was about to do. Once he knew he was safe, he brought a pair to his nose breathing in and smelling your scent.

He knew what he thought was wrong, but he was too far gone to stop now. Yanking down his joggers to sit around his thighs, wrapping the satin pair around his already hardened cock.

His head fell back, intensely feeling the soft fabric stroke up the length of his aching self. But it wasn’t enough, he needed more.

Grabbing a pair of your underwear that you had previously worn for a few hours, screwing it up to his nose and deeply inhaling as he rubbed himself with your fabric. It felt like you were right there with him and he couldn’t control himself, softly grunting as he thought about you. He had memorised every dip and curve of your body, imagining himself touching you in all the places he knew you loved. Thinking about all the noises you’ve ever made, every staggered breath and the way you’d clutch at his skin when you came around him.

The thoughts of you grew relentless as he worked himself harder. Memorising the feeling of your body flush against his, the familiar warmth and goosebumps of your skin. As if every single one of your encounters played over in his mind, remembering every minute detail.

His groans became brash as he roughly stroked himself, and his breathing started to falter as he grew impossibly closer. Mumbling and whimpering your sweet name into the lace that was held to his nose. His chest started to heave as spilt onto the fabric, gutturally groaning as he unloaded into your underwear.

It took him a few moments to come back down, only to realise you were standing in the doorway evidently watching him jerk off into your undies.

“How long you been there?” Matt awkwardly asks, not actually wanting to know the answer.

“About two minutes.” You say slowly, purposely trying to make him feel uncomfortable. It did huge things for your self-esteem and ego, but you just wanted to tease him. “And yes, I saw it all, you nasty freak.” You snicker.

“I’m sorry.” Dropping both pairs.

“You should be, you just ruined my satin with your cum splotches.” You smirk.

“I’ll replace them?” Warmly smiling at you to offer peace at the matter.

“Yeah you will, you’re gonna buy me some new ones.” Half kissing his lips, wanting to tease him some more. “What’s that? You’re taking me to Victoria’s Secret and Calvin Klein? Well, aren’t you sweet?” Taking a seat on his lap.

“I didn’t say that.” He chuckles.

“Well, that’s what I heard.” You laugh, kissing his cheek. “You can buy me some extra underwear that are just for you.” You sweetly offer with hint of a tease.

“Okay, deal, I can do that.”

“Good, get ready.”

“Why?”

“We’re going now.” Pulling him up, and giving his ass a couple of taps. “Come on… pantie jerker.”