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Billy Hargrove x Amab Reader

cw. bottom! billy x dom! male reader

i wanted to write a steve fanfic but this was requested more 😭

There are many reasons why Billy hates Hawkins, Indiana. Being uprooted and dragged away from his life back in Cali to this place is in his top 5 reasons why his life is shitty. All his friends are thousands of miles away, and he’s stuck here alone, surrounded by the local hicks, high school cows, and forced to spend increasing amounts of time with Max, and his pathetic excuse of a family.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he could get his rocks off every now and then, but in Hawkins, the queer population is exactly zero. And for good reason. You wanna keep breathing, you don’t mention the fact that you might have a proclivity for dick.

He makes do with his left hand as best he can.

There is one good thing about this pathetic excuse of a town though. Y/N. Big-dicked Y/N. Billy would know, he’s ingrained the glances of Y/N’s dick he gets to have in the Gym showers into his mind. He’s only allowed a glance or two though. Everyone knows it’s perfectly normal for guys to check each other out in the showers. You’re just comparing merchandise. Billy does more than compare merchandise. He’s not an idiot though, he’s subtle about it. And Y/N?

Billy likes his merchandise.

Y/N is fucking hung. In the showers, whilst he’s soaping up Billy gets a glance or two at him and Y/N even flaccid, is long and thick. The first time he got a look, he knew he was fucked. And sure enough, that dick has been the star of every jerk-off fantasy Billy’s had since. Billy can admit to himself that he looks forward to those one or two glances he gets to have of Y/N’s cock a little too much. It’s pathetic as shit, but not much else Billy can do in this town.

Today he’ll get another chance to catch a few glimpses of Y/N in all his glory. Or he thought he would, but when the guys hit the showers after practice, Y/N didn’t appear to be joining them. Great. He’ll just have to survive with images from last week then. He takes his time showering, stays longer than the other guys, everyone leaving till it’s just Billy and the weak water pressure. Doesn’t notice the new figure walking in until he starts his shower beside Billy.

It’s Y/N, naturally. He’s under the water, letting the water flow through his hair and over his face and isn’t acknowledging Billy’s even there. Billy’s heart gives a little jump and he realizes this is the perfect opportunity. He stares, no one there to see him do it and Y/N’s got his eyes closed. So, Billy lets his eye drag up his body. From his calves to thighs, right to that tight ass, across his lean torso and then down to his cock and balls.

“Like what you see, Hargrove?” Y/N teases.

FUCK, Billy thinks, “You wish, Y/N” Billy scoffs looking away, but Christ, he can feel his face heat, his fucking ears burning, those traitorous bastards.

When he looks over at Y/N again, he’s smirking at him, washing over his torso with soap.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are.” Y/N remarks.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N?” Billy retorts, and shoves Y/N’s shoulder, stepping into his space. Billy’s heart is gonna beat straight out of his chest.

“It means, I’ve seen you looking before Hargrove, and not like how the other guys look. You look and for a split second, your face changes.” Y/N smirks at him.

Billy’s gonna fucking kill him, his breathing is increasing and he’s tensing up, waiting for Y/N to make the accusation. “Yeah? How does my face change, hmm?” Billy looks Y/N square in the eye when he says it, daring him to take this any further.

Y/N’s mocking smirk turns straight into a grin and he leans closer, Billy swears he sees him glance down at his lips for a second. “You get this look, of pure want” Y/N whispers, and then he kisses Billy, plants his lips firmly against his.

Billy’s whole body locks up and his arms shoot up to grab Y/N by his upper arms, planning to push him the fuck away and take a swing most likely, but Y/N stops kissing him all at once, and stares at Billy as he stares back, in mild shock.

“You gonna kiss me back, or just stand there stock-still?” Y/M says, smiling at him as if Billy’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and Billy’s freaking the fuck out right now. “Are you messing with me, Y/N? Cause if this is some kinda joke, I will bash your head in against these tiles” Billy warns.

Y/N leans in and whispers “Not a joke”, before planting his lips on Billy’s again. Billy relaxes, kisses back, and nearly melts into Y/N. Slides his arms up and around Y/N’s shoulders, gets his hand in that hair as he deepens the kiss. Opens his mouth and pushes his tongue against Y/N’s. Y/N wraps his arms around Billy’s lower back and pulls him closer. Their bodies collide and Billy feels his cock meeting Y/N’s, and fuck that feels good. They pull back, panting into each other’s mouths.

Billy glances down, sees Y/N’s half-hard against his hip and fuck, he’s huge. Blood rushes to Billy’s cock at the sight of it, and he knows what he wants. Has wanted it from the moment he saw Y/N in the showers. “You ever been sucked off by a guy before, Y/N?” Billy whispers.

“Fuck, Billy, no…not by a guy” Y/N pants out, his pupils wide.

“You wanna be?” Billy says, licking his lips.

Y/N nods, “Yeah, please…?”. That’s all Billy needs, he drops to his knees in front of Y/N, the tiles hard beneath him. Y/N’s cock is a fucking work of art, long and thick, curving upward. Billy takes a hold of him, feels the weight of him in his hand, the girth. And looks up at Y/N through his eyelashes.

“Fuck, look at you,” Y/N says, pushing his hand through Billy’s hair, practically petting him. Billy smirks and then licks straight up from the base of Y/N’s cock to the head before taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Y/N groans above him, and Billy can taste the precum that’s gathered at the tip. Gripping Y/N’s hips, Billy works on taking him deeper, bobbing his head and using his tongue to swirl around the head of Y/N’s cock. Billy loves this, hasn’t had it for weeks since moving to Hawkins and he plans to make the most of this opportunity.

Y/N is panting above him, making all these soft noises. Staring down at Billy like he can’t believe he’s real. “God, Billy” he pants out and Billy would smirk if his mouth wasn’t so full. He’s good at this, knows it, but Y/N is the biggest he’s ever had. Billy’s determined to make this the best head Y/N has ever gotten though. So, he closes his eyes and takes as much of Y/N into as throat as he can. Concentrating on not gagging and feeling the head of Y/N’s cock hit the back of his throat and pushes further.

Y/N lets out a noise that’s close to a shout and Billy opens his eyes and pulls off, panting. “Gotta stay quiet for me, Y/N. Can’t have anyone hearing” Billy says, and he continues to mouth at the head of Y/N’s cock. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be quiet” Y/N pants out. “You’re just, like, really good at that” Y/N says with a huff of laughter. This time, Billy does smirk, “Yeah, I know” and then promptly swallows Y/N down again. Y/N makes a cut off sound and Billy looks up as he’s bobbing his head to see Y/N biting into his fist

Billy can tell he’s gonna blow soon, so he really goes for it. Closing his eyes, he bobs his head faster, swirls his tongue around the head of Y/N’s cock and concentrates on getting as much of him into his mouth as he can manage. He’s got a pretty good rhythm going when Y/N’s grip in his hair starts getting tight, “Billy I’m gonna cum” Y/N manages to get out between the pants and small noises he’s making. Billy’s gives him all he’s got, increases his speed as much as he can, jaw aching and lungs burning until Y/N suddenly grips his hair tight and pushes his cock as far into Billy’s throat as it’ll go and then coming. Billy gags, grip tightening on Y/N’s thighs as he struggles to swallow the cum filling his mouth. Manages most of it but some leaks out past his lips. When Y/N finally comes down from his climax, he pulls out of Billy’s mouth.

Billy’s keeps his eyes closed and pants for air. Then Y/N is gripping his chin and bending over to lick the cum from the side of his mouth before plunging his tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s too tired to do much of anything, but slowly kiss back, letting Y/N explore his mouth with his tongue. Can likely taste himself, and Billy’s own cock throbs with the thought.

Eventually Y/N pulls back, and Billy opens his eyes to see Y/N regarding him. “You alright?” Y/N asks, and Billy huffs out a laugh.

“I’m so good, Y/N,” Billy says, still laughing. Y/N smiles at him before his eyes travel lower to Billy’s own painfully hard cock. “You want help with that?” He asks looking hungrily at Billy. Billy’s surprised but also fucking delighted, he thought Y/N would awkwardly thank him and then leave Billy in his own state of painful arousal. “What, you offering to help, handsome?” Billy says, raising an eyebrow at Y/N.

Y/N looks up at the two shower heads still spraying now, lukewarm water, before shutting them both off. “Lie back,” He says gesturing with his hands for Billy to lie down.

“On these fucking tiles? I don’t need fungus growing on my balls, Y/N.” Billy says, cause really, is he dumb?

“Yeah okay, fair enough, uh,” Y/N looks around before he seems to come to an idea. “Here, over here then,” he says offering his hand for Billy to take in getting up, which he does. Y/N leads him to the benches, between the row of lockers in the changing rooms. “Lie down.” Y/N instructs.

Billy doesn’t usually enjoy people telling him what to do, but he's excited for what Y/N has planned for him, so he lays back on the bench. Y/N smiles before planting his knees between Billy’s on the bench and bending over to hover his face above Billy’s dick. And holy fuck, Billy isn’t going to last long. “I’ve, uh, never actually done this before so, um,” Y/n mutters looking up at him.

“Yeah, figured as much Y/N, but I’m about two seconds away from blowing my load so you won’t need to do much,” Billy says, pushing his right hand through Y/N hair. “Right,” Y/N says, laughing a little before he licks right up Billy’s cock and takes the head in his mouth. “Fuck,” Billy exclaims, before biting down hard into his bottom lip to quiet himself.

Y/N was by no means an expert, but the mere sight of him looking up at Billy whilst he bobbed up and down had Billy’s gut tightening, and his orgasms rising fast. But fuck, Billy doesn't want this to end so fast, so he pants out a breath and tries to quell his orgasm.

Y/N was taking more of him into his mouth, closing his eyes with a look of concentration. His mouth is so wet and hot around Billy, and better than Billy ever imagined. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking hot,” Billy says, stroking his fingers through Y/N hair.

Y/N hums, and then did something unexpected, takes his right hand from Billy’s hip and slides his index and middle finger down Billy’s perineum to stroke them over Billy’s hole. Billy gasps, his toes curling. He cums so fast and hard, he doesn't even have time to warn Y/N, whose eyes widen when cum hits his tongue.

Billy can't even stop the noises spilling from his mouth, his orgasm blazing through him, and he can only hold on as Y/N continues to suck him through it. When the last wave of it hit, and Y/N pulls off, Billy feels so blissed out and relaxed, he doesn't think he ever wants to get up off this bench.

Opening his eyes, Y/N was looking at him with amusement in his eyes. “What’s so funny, Y/N?” Billy says, narrowing his eyes and daring Y/N to say something to ruin all of this. Y/N laughs a little, “Think I did a pretty good job for my first time” he says, smirking at Billy, clearly noticing how blissed out Billy looks.

Billy smirks back at him, “Don’t let it go to your head Y/N, I haven’t gotten any in weeks since moving to this shithole” Billy states, finally sitting up.

Y/N looks at him in confusion, “You have like, a new girl at your side every week, Billy” Y/N says, frowning confusedly.

Billy wanted to laugh, Y/N really wasn’t the sharpest, “I just came at the feeling of your fingers on my hole, Y/N, you really think I enjoy my time with those cows?” Billy says, laughing at Y/N’s face when it clicks in his mind.

“Oh, so what, you’re just keeping up appearances?” Y/N says, laughing a little.

“Yeah, don’t know if you’ve noticed but being a fag isn’t really celebrated around here,” Billy says, which is true for pretty much everywhere, but Billy knows in Hawkins his life would only get so much worse if it got out. Or the short period of time between when it got out and when his Dad found out and promptly murdered him.

Jesus, wonderful post-sex thoughts Y/N’s inspiring. Getting up and grabbing his towel, Billy quickly dries off. Y/N doing the same at his locker. “You know, my parents won’t be around later if you maybe, wanna come around?” Y/N says. Billy glances over at Y/N, what was he offering here? “You looking for round two, Y/N?” Billy smirks. Y/N rolls his eyes, smiling and says, “No, I’m offering to braid your hair and paint your nails.”

“Well why didn’t ye say so! See you later then, Y/N!” Billy says as he finishes dressing, sauntering past Y/N, as he felt his ass get smacked. Maybe Hawkins wasn't so bad.

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Okay so, fic where reader and Billy have to bribe Max cause Billy got caught sneaking out to go smoke with reader in his car<33

Deal Maker

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

CW: swearing, drug use, mentions of eddie munson, sprinkle of jealous billy, max & billy having your average sibling dynamic, fluff, reader is a good boyfriend, short n sweet.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: i dropped everything i was doing to write this so if theres any mistakes mb i got too excited 😭

Billy is sitting on his bed playing with the collar of his shirt when he sees the flashing lights from outside his window. He gets up to fix his hair one more time before opening it — running back to his door to make sure that it’s locked, then starts hopping out.

By the time he’s out, he sees Y/N smiling in the car. The headlights turn off as Billy starts to walk towards him. He opens the passenger door and is greeted by the smell of some good ass weed.

“Woah, holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughs, “Munson hooked me up with some good stuff.”

Billy pouts as he sits down. “That’s cus he thinks you’re pretty.”

Y/N grins at him, grabbing the lighter in the cupholder. “Everyone thinks I’m pretty.”

“I know, it’s horrible.” Billy groans, reaching an arm over Y/N to uncomfortably hug him close in the small space. “They can look, s’long as they don’t touch.”

Y/N tries to get out of Billy’s grasp, but gives up when Billy won’t let go. “Nobody touches me when I have you hissing like a cat at anyone that looks my way a little too long.”

Billy just smiles and kisses his cheek. “Damn right.” He lets go and gets comfortable in his seat. “Spark up, baby.”

After a rather steamy smoke session, Y/N drives them around. He takes them to a gas station, getting snacks and drinks before driving them back to Billy’s place.

Billy asks Y/N to stay with him a little longer, so they smoke another joint in the car, make out for a good 20 minutes, then go back in the house through Billy’s window.

“We can watch a movie,” Billy says as he helps Y/N through, “Or we can finish what we started in the car.” He winks and waggles his eyebrows.

“That’s disgusting.”

Billy turns to the direction of his door, missing Y/N’s hand — causing Y/N to fall through the window and into the room.

“What the fu — “

“I picked the lock on your door because I thought you were ignoring me when I asked where all the icecream went.” Max says nonchalantly. “Guess you were doing.. other things.” She waves a hand at Y/N.

“Hi, Max.”

“Hi, ‘other things’. Care to tell me where you stole Billy to this time?” She asks, raising an eyebrow and leaning on the door frame.

“It doesn’t matter,” Billy interjects, “You won’t snitch, right?”

Max shrugs, “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

Billy scratches his head in frustration, “Are you being serious right now?“ He leans on the wall behind him and slides to the floor where Y/N is laying down.

“Yep.” Max pops the P. “Would be a shame if I told ‘em you snuck out.” She combs a hand through her hair, “You’d loose your Camaro for weeks.”

Billy’s hand twitches. “Max.”

“Wouldn’t be able to go out, call anyone, and you’d be stuck with doing the dishes for months.” She laughs.

“Max, stop.” Billy sits up straighter. “We can make a deal.”

Max quiets at that. “I’m listening.”

Billy’s mouth closes to a thin line and he ponders for a moment. “Uh — I’ll.. I’ll drive you around for 3 weeks!” He fidgets with his earring, “Wherever you wanna go, I’ll take you.”

“Why would I need you to drive me around when Y/N takes me everywhere.” She rolls her eyes.

Y/N shrugs. “She pays gas money.”

Billy face palms. “Shut up, both of you.” He stands up, holding his hand out for Max.

“I’ll give you all my cassette tapes.”

Max’s expression changes to one of a child on the morning of their birthday. But Billy raises his finger to point at her, “Don’t snitch me out.”

Max shakes her head quickly, “Me? Snitch? Never.” She mumbles.

Billy grins, “Then they’re yours.”

“Really?!”

“No.”

“Are you fucking kidding me — “

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” Billy gasps for air as he laughs. “You can have ‘em. Just — let me borrow a couple every once in a while.”

Max scoffs before running and hugging Billy, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. “Thank you.” She mumbles.

“Yeah yeah, okay weirdo.” Billy says with no real malice, holding her for a moment before shoving her off of him.

She runs to his desk and grabs the bag of cassette tapes inside. She’s out the door with nothing but a “See ya, freaks!” and a middle finger.

Billy sighs before turning and looking at Y/N who finally stood up. “There goes all my damn music.”

Y/N smiles, walking towards him before hugging him. “That was a nice thing to do, sweetheart.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

“Fuckin’ weirdo.” Billy mutters as he goes on his tippy toes to kiss Y/N’s cheek.

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Your Biggest Fan

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

req: “ Helloo okaay so this might sound really stupid but can i request a 'Billy x male reader' where the reader is a soccer player and his friends/family don't really believe in him so they never come to his games but he starts to see his crush Billy show up, more and more in his games, and after a game he actually goes and congratulates to the reader and its just really fluffy? I know its kinda cheese af so if you don't like it or just don't want to write it just ignore it!!! “ — @russainweed

as a soccer player, this is absolutely not stupid. also, i may have switched it around to billy having a crush on the reader and the reader slowly developing one for billy — but nonetheless i believe it has the same idea you were going for.

Portuguese translation done by the great @neturnn 🫶🏽

CW: swearing, reader is a badass soccer player 🤞🏽, billy isn’t an asshole, reader has unsupportive parents, but he does have an extremely supportive billy.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: my first request omfg i hope i did you justice ✊🏽

word count: 2k something.

(keep in mind that for the purpose of this fic, billy isn’t a racist piece of shit. thank you!)

“You really aren’t coming?” Y/N asks his mother — who for some goddamn reason — refuses to go to his games. She usually drops him, but she’s being an asshole at the moment.

“No, Y/N. I’m busy.” She replies with the most monotone voice as she stares at the TV.

Y/N huffs a humorless laugh. “You know what? Never mind.” He throws his bag over his shoulders, “Since you’re just sooooo busy, I’m gonna take the car.” He grabs the keys off the wall without waiting for a reply.

He wants to say he’ll be back before 7 but he knows she wouldn’t even notice if he came home at all.

He throws himself into the car, shoving his bag with his equipment on the passenger seat. He sighs and rests his head against the steering wheel for a moment — trying not to punch the window at the thought that nobody will be at his game again. He’s used to it by now, but it would be really nice if someone actually came and watched him play.

He drives onto the road, and blasts the radio. He’s bopping his head to some Metallica as he turns into the school. He parks and he sees some of his teammates waiting with their families before they need to start warming up.

He stays in the car for a second, looking around the crowd and spotting Billy fucking Hargrove. He’s only heard bad things about him — and Y/N is a bit worried as to why he’s there. He really hopes none of his teammates end up getting a black eye by the end of the night.

Y/N gets out, grabbing his bag and heading towards the field. His coach and some teammates are already at the bench, so he greets them accordingly.

“If you want, you can have your family sit over here beside the bench — they can see a lot better over here.” His coach says, gesturing to the area he’s talking about.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll let ‘em know.” Y/N mumbles as he puts on his cleats. He slides his shin guards into his thick socks and stands up. At this point he’s very close to kicking his coach in the nuts.

He’s not thinking about the fact that no one is there to watch him destroy this other team, he really isn’t. He doesn’t need his asshole of a mom or his useless dad to win the game.

Just as Y/N is getting into his position, he spots Billy again. He’s sitting on the hood of his Camaro, a cigarette in his mouth. He tries not to stare long, but he thinks Billy catches him because he sees a grin take over his face.

The whistle blows, and Y/N gets in the zone. When halftime rolls around, they’re up by 4 — the score being 6 - 2.

The game finishes and Hawkins’ High has won 8 - 2, Y/N scoring 6 of the goals. He talks with his team for a bit, then makes his way to the car.

Before getting in, he sees Billy. Who seems to be looking in his direction with a concentrated face. The weirdest part is, Billy hadn’t moved the whole game. Stayed sat atop his Camaro, and didn’t talk to anyone. Y/N doesn’t stay long though, he pulls out of the parking lot and heads back to his house.

Y/N has another game. That as usual his parents don’t want to go to.

He drives into the school again and parks, waiting in the car. He’s just chilling with the music and air conditioning on for a moment before he hears the familiar booming that is Billy’s Camaro.

Y/N tries to think of a reason as to why Billy would be here again. It doesn’t make any sense, because this really isn’t Billy’s crowd. A basketball game seems more fitting for him — since the soccer games have a quieter crowd, with no parties afterwards.

As Y/N gets out of the car, he realizes that Billy parked a lot closer than he thought he did. Y/N walks past Billy, flashing a small grin. It looks as if Billy was going to wave because he lifts his hand that isn’t holding his cigarette up — but he just moves to scratch at his chest.

While he’s on the field, he feels someone staring. He wants to say that it’s Billy, because god knows no one comes to watch for Y/N — but he really can’t pin point it because of how intense the game is.

But to no one’s surprise, Hawkins wins again. Y/N scoring 5 goals. He’s wiping his sweat as he walks to the car and is startled by a figure leaning against the driver’s side.

“You’re on my car.”

“I know that.”

Y/N sighs, he really doesn’t want any trouble. He’s just tired and he seriously wants to shower. “Look man, I don’t know what you want from me — “

“Who said I wanted anything?” Billy says, pushing himself off the car to walk towards to Y/N. “I just wanted to tell you that — “

“Did Greg do something again? I suggest you take that up with him and not me.” Y/N interrupts, adjusting his bag on his back.

Billy’s a lot closer now and he smiles and — woah this guy is a lot more attractive up close. “I’d understand the attitude if you guys lost, but you made that team eat your dust.”

Did Billy Hargrove just compliment him?

“I don’t think I follow..”

Billy laughs at that. “Didn’t think Mr. MVP would be so humble.” He throws an arm over Y/N’s shoulder, despite how sweaty he must be. “I’m tryna’ say that you killed it out there, dude.”

Y/N has to fight a smile at that. Despite being known at school for playing on the soccer team, nobody’s taken the time to actually go and tell him that he did a good job. “Thanks. Thank you. I tried.”

Billy pats Y/N’s back, moving to walk away. “Keep up the good work.”

“Wait — “ Y/N says without thinking and Billy turns around, “Did you come here for me?” There’s a pause. “Last time you were here you didn’t talk to anyone.”

“You watching me, creep?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

With the field lights glaring down on them, Y/N can see the red tint that comes up to Billy’s face. “Don’t let it get to your head, punk.” He smiles and struts towards his stupid Camaro.

Y/N smiles to himself. Maybe this Billy Hargrove isn’t so bad after all.

The next couple games go by quickly, faceless teams losing — Y/N doesn’t remember much, other than after the games. He and Billy would lean against his car and talk for as long as it takes for the field lights to turn off, leaving them laughing in the dark.

On the night of the championship game, Y/N’s mom drops him instead of having him take the car because she has a late meeting.

Y/N steps out of the car, and just as he does — hears that damn Camaro, he hates to admit that it’s become music to his ears.

Billy pulls into the parking spot while Y/N waits for him to get down. “Mommy dropped you today?” He says jokingly.

Y/N lightly punches his shoulder and hands him his bag to hold. He’s already put on all of his equipment, but he’s worried that it’ll rain tonight — he doesn’t want his bag to get soaked.

“Good luck, hot stuff. Not that you’ll need it.” Billy says and Y/N can’t help but mentally shut down at that for a minute, then he decides to fire back.

“If we win, you gotta drive me home.” Y/N winks, knowing damn well what the outcome of the game is going to be.

Billy laughs and the tips of his ears turn red. “Yeah — sure. Whatever.”

The game is nerve wracking for both teams, but Hawkins’ has the lead in the first half. Y/N sends glances towards Billy, smiling at him every once in a while.

Towards the second half though, the opposing team catches up. The score is 4 - 4, Y/N having made 2 of the goals. There’s about 10 minutes on the clock left, and it starts to rain, hard.

It’s a lot harder to play with the weather like this. The two teams struggle to get the ball under control. Despite this, Y/N is able to dribble the ball. He’s close to the goal and is about to shoot before some dude comes and rams into him — effectively tripping him in the penalty box.

There’s an “ooooo” that is heard through the hard rain and the ref blows the whistle. Y/N gets up, and realizes that it’s time for him to take the penalty kick.

He lines up the ball with the dot, as the goalie bends his knees and gets into his position. The ref tells the team that this is the last play.

Y/N hops up and down for a bit, trying to conjure the energy he needs for this shot. The goalie seems nervous, especially because of the rain, but it’s bad for both of them.

A deep breath in, a deep breath out, a running start, a well calculated kick — and Hawkins’ High are the champs.

The ref blows the whistle and there’s screaming, car horns beeping, and banging from the bleachers. Y/N drowns everything out as his team hoists him up in the air.

A little later, the rain has calmed down. Y/N walks towards the direction of Billy’s car, but nearly shits himself when it isn’t there.

He jogs a little bit to make sure it really isn’t, when suddenly a loud honk came from behind him. “Jesus fuck — “ Y/N turns around and flips the bird aggressively at Billy.

“Where’d you go?” Y/N asks as he opens the passenger side door.

“To find someone.” Billy says nonchalantly. He isn’t as cheery as he normally would be — Y/N thought he would be happy that his team won.

Y/N stares at him. “Who?”

“Number twenty-six.” Billy mumbles around a cigarette, bringing the lighter to his lips. Y/N stares for a bit longer before it clicks.

“You — dude, did you beat him up?” Y/N looks around for the other team, sighing when he sees that they’ve already left. “Falling is part of the game, Billy.”

Billy turns to look at him. “He tackled you.” He takes a long puff from the cigarette. “I just told him to fuck off, I didn’t touch ‘em.”

Y/N groans at that, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need your protection, honey.” He pulls his jersey over his head, dumping it on top of the Camaro.

Billy glances towards him and turns into a tomato. “Did — did you bring extra clothes?”

“No,” Y/N shakes the rain out of his hair, “Just thought I’d go shirtless.”

It looks as if Billy can’t decide whether or not to look in Y/N’s direction. Glancing at him constantly, but also trying to distract himself with the cigarette.

Y/N laughs. “C’mon, take me home.”

The car ride there was energetic. Filled with laughter and praise. “I mean seriously — you should play for a national team or something.”

“I would but uh — my parents don’t care much for my soccer shit.” Y/N stares out the window. “No biggie though, I’m cool with just playing for Hawkins.”

Billy slows the car down a bit, which is surprising considering he’s broken at least 30 street laws in the span of 6 minutes. “You mean, they don’t care for your talent?”

Y/N shrugs. “Nah.” He turns to Billy, “Like I said though, I don’t really care.”

“Is that why I never see them at your games?”

“What?”

“Your parents.”

Y/N stares ahead of them. “Yeah. They’re busy.”

The car goes quiet. Billy’s going 15 in a 30. “You know,” Billy turns to him. “I think that you’re an amazing player and — person.”

“Yeah?” Y/N grins, “You think so?”

Billy slows to a stop. “Y/N, you’re — cool as hell.” Y/N starts laughing. “No — I’m serious, like — you’re the shit.”

Billy turns to him fully. “I’m sorry that your parents are fucking dickheads, and can’t see how talented, amazing, and handsom — awesome, their kid is.”

Y/N sighs a bit. “Thank you, Billy.” He looks out the window once more. “My house is actually right here.”

He opens the door and hops out, cringing at the wet seat. “Sorry — didn’t realize how sweaty I was.”

Billy glances at it and waves a hand. “It’s fine.” He gestures to Y/N’s body, “It was worth the view.”

Y/N laughs and grabs his bag. “You’re adorable, Hargrove.” He closes the door.

The window rolls down, “I’ll see you later, champ.” Billy blows him a kiss, and Y/N catches it and throws it in the trash bin on the lawn.

Billy fakes an offended look and flips him the bird as he speeds off.

Guess Y/N’s got himself a fan.

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Marvel Preferences

Avengers x Male!Reader

●Their Sleeping Cuddling Positions With You (here's Part 2)

●Their Favorite Place To Kiss You

●They React To You Wearing Their Traditional Clothing For The First Time

●When They Get Protective Of You (link to Part 2)

●Falling Asleep On Them

●Kissing Them Awake

●They're Jealous and They Want Your Attention

●Their Nicknames For You

●How They Cheer You Up After A Stressful Day

●You Stay Up Late

●Flirting With Them As Their Crush

●How They React When You Accidentally Hurt Yourself

●You Come Out To Them (FTM)

●How They Help You With Your Anger Issues

●They React To Finding Out You're A Badass

●Their Favorite Place To Be Touched

●They React To You Being A Mukbanger

●Speaking Their Foreign Language For The First Time

●How They Deal With You Being Sleepy and Clumsy

●You Ramble On/Talk With Your Hands

●Being Their Taller/Muscular Boyfriend

●You're A Famous Model

●Being Their Soft, Domestic Dom (Foreign!Reader)

●They Catch You Listening/Dancing To An Innapropiate Song

●They React To You Wearing Their Hoodie

●They React To You Being Submissive

●How They Propose To You

●How They Are As A Father

●How They Deal With A Vampire Boyfriend

●How They React To You Being An Actor (Foreign!Reader)

●How They Deal With You Being A Wild Sleeper

●You Have A Habit of Wandering Off

●You Surprise Kiss Them As Their Crush

●Sarcastic Boyfriend

●They React To You Having Fast Reflexes

●Superhero Crush

●They Meet Your Puppy

●They Meet Your Parents

●They React To You Crying Out of Frustration

●Collector Boyfriend

●They Help You/Comfort You For The Exams

●Werewolf Boyfriend

GOTG(Gaurdians of the Galaxy) x Male!Reader

●They React To You Being Jealous

●Gamer Boyfriend

(None at the moment)

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Please, Daddy Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x M!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker (A.G. ver.) x Cis Dom Top Male Reader Rating: Explicit (surprise) Words: 1515 POV: Second Summary: You and Peter found out you both have a daddy kink and now you’re just making full use of it.  Notes: Just enjoy your porn guys. Tags: daddy kink (surprise), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hinted voice kink, begging, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, mirror sex, dirty talk and cum play 

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I was wondering if u could do a male reader x Natasha Romanoff where the reader is the winter soldier (Bucky doesn’t exist for the ) and is natashas trainer in the red room so during training they make each other feel human and she develops like a crush on reader and when or after a training session she tells him and he feels the same way. If u get what I’m trying to say.( SMUT if u feel comfortable plz)

Tell Your Baby That I’m Your Baby

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Winter Soldier! Male! Reader (Romantic)

A/N: this is literally so far from what you asked but I saw the potential for angst and ran with it instead. And I’m not good at sm*t so there’s only hints of it. MILD BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS.\

There are days where Natasha wakes up drenched in sweat, unable to breathe, heart heavy with a feeling she can’t make out just yet. Those days are rare, but they still happen nonetheless, and they leave her shaken for longer than she’s willing to admit.

She isn’t infallible, she knows this, but on those nights, her aching chest serves as a reminder to how human she really is under the exterior she’s carefully manufactured over the years.

Most nights she doesn’t dream. It was always nothingness that greeted her in the night, and she welcomed it wholeheartedly.

But on the rare occasion, when she sleeps, she sees things.

Sometimes she sees blue strands blocking her vision as she rushes up a driveway, a beat but well loved car parked right next to her as she barreled through the door and into open arms, two pairs big, one pair smaller than her own. Other times, she sees a Christmas tree with colorful boxes underneath them. She cheers and laughs with glee, despite knowing that there wasn’t anything inside of them. Those visions are often tinted a warm orange. 

But they only make up a small part of what she normally dreams of. 

Most times, she dreams of a man.

(MIND THE LINE BREAK!)

(”Aim higher.”

A low murmur, a cold hand on her neck, another steadying her gun. She does as she’s told, but she’s only so young, she doesn’t know how to aim like he does, she doesn’t know why she’s here- she pulls the trigger.

And misses.

The bottom drops from beneath her, Natasha’s teeth biting down on her lips hard enough to draw blood. She knows what’s coming for her, she’s prepared- she isn’t, but what choice does she have?- and braces for it.

The cold hand leaves her neck. But it does not reach for her scalp, to tug on it and drag her away from her post to... “reprimand” her for her shoddy work despite having enough time to train for it.

Instead, a cold thumb wipes itself across her lips to clean the blood that had begun dripping down her cheek. He is quiet, almost deathly so.

“... Showing weakness will get you killed here. Do not do that again.”

He does not say anything else, and instead adjusts her gun. Her hands tremble, but with his nod, she pulls the trigger again.

She does not miss this time.)

Most nights, she dreams of a man. 

She does not remember certain aspects of that man. She cannot remember the curve of his cheekbone or the color of his lips, but that does not stop the shadow of that man from haunting her at her every move.

Sometimes she sees some of him in Steve when he grips down on something hard enough to bend it.

(Sometimes she remembers that grip on her waist, on her arms, on her ankles, around her throat; the desperation in his voice, the corners of his eyes being the only sign that he was on the edge of losing control as she shuddered beneath him.)

Sometimes she sees some of him in the man that always walks by the coffee shop down on 5th in the way he carefully holds himself.

(They were careful. They had to be. Some of her fellow Widows, the weaker ones, the ones who never managed to graduate on time, who expressed too much with their eyes and laid their cards too close to their sleeve, glanced at her in pity, having been the only one forced to deal with him, whose name echoes the violence that lied beneath his skin. He pays them no mind, does nothing to discourage them, and neither does she. It’s better that way.)

(And if they disappear together on occasion, and she comes back with bruises marred on her pale skin, she does not fight the rumors that he is being especially cruel to her during her training. Not when she was the one who dragged his hands onto her, tugging him closer to the sun, begging for his waxed wings to melt in her presence. Not when he so tenderly holds her frame, pinning her against the door, lips mouthing over her skin, reverently whispering her name like it was a prayer.) 

(Sometimes, it did feel like he was praying. For what, she never knew.)

But that shadow of him always disappears fast enough before she can even call out his name.

(She does not know his name, and neither did he. That did not stop her from calling out to him in her dreams.)

The last time she had ever seen him, was right after her slip up in Budapest. 

They did not get caught, no, not when it was between their prized Black Widow and him, HYDRA’s fist, no, but somewhere along the line, their masks had begun cracking. 

Maybe those cracks had started forming when Natasha, young, foolish, not yet hardened, dared to step past that line drawn into the sand between her and the soldier, her handler.

Maybe those cracks had started forming when the childish hope for something more from a man as cruel as he (never cruel, not to her, never) started blossoming in her chest. 

Maybe those cracks started forming when he accepted her childishness for all that he possibly could, while still chained up like a dog beneath its master’s boot. 

Maybe those cracks were always there, from a little girl that longed for love, and a broken man that longed for something else, something she hoped was her. 

But no matter how those cracked form, they started to become visible. And while she was nothing more than a fool in love underneath her Widow uniform, he began to want more. 

Something more for her, and for himself as well.

(”You will be targeted there. In Budapest.”

Only years of training in the Red Room has prevented her from jumping at the quiet sound of your voice, so close to her ears, breath hot as you continued speaking.

“His name is Clint Barton, and he is from S.H.I.E.L.D., and he will try to kill you. Obviously, do not let him succeed,” she felt tempted to roll her eyes, “But. Keep him alive. He will be your ticket out of here, if you play your cards right.”

She whipped her head, alarmed at his blatant encouragement of defiance to her. 

Immediately, her flags were raised. Was this a test? A test of her allegiance? A test of her relationship to you? 

“What about you?”, her foolish mouth opens. Your eyes widened, almost barely so, before you schooled your face into that stoicism she was so familiar with. 

“Madame B. is waiting for you in her office.”

Your voice was now gruff and louder than it was before, and you prepared to stalk off to your next position, but not before ghosting your fingers over hers.

“We will see each other again,” was all that she heard of you for the rest of the day. 

She is not sure what to make up of that encounter, as neither of you bring it up ever again.)

She does not know how you knew that. She asked Clint once, if he knew if anyone leaked that information, but he denied any knowledge of it. She believes him. 

Never before had you done something like that, that deviant, outside of your... skirmishes with her. This was different. This wasn’t related to any desire for her, but rather for something else. Something she dared not let herself dream of. 

(She wonders, for days leading up to Budapest, if that was a test or not.

And then Budapest happens, and sure enough, she’s beginning to see the forms of her freedom taking shape in the light that’s shining through the window behind Hawkeye’s head. 

She still wonders if it is a test.

When she comes back, shaken by her test of faith to the Red Room, and Madame B. announces to her that you will no longer be her handler, and she hears whispers that HYDRA’s dog collar has shown up empty, absent of their beloved fight dog, she realizes, it was not a test. 

It was your final gift to her.)

Sometimes, as she sleeps on a bed far softer than what she could have imagined for herself, or as she lounges on a chair in the living room, basking in the warmth of her friends, her family, she slips off into the darkness and dreams of you.

And sometimes, she hoped that wherever you were, you dreamt of her too.

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Natasha Romanoff x Male!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+ only, read at your own risk), language

Requested by anon: Please do something with male reader and bottom Nat with a breeding kink and maybe even some of the position where reader is holding Natasha up and she’s bouncing on their dick:)  

Word count: 856

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Natasha Romanoff x Male!Reader

Summary: Natasha rewards you for taking care of her after a night of drinking.

Warnings: Smut (18+ only, read at your own risk), language

Word count: 820

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ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Requested: Yes or No

Summary: Chris comes home to his wife every day. His relationship is falling apart, and he knows this too. But on the bright side, Chris has his stepson who clearly has the perfect role to give Chris the pleasure he desires.

Pairing: Stepdad!Chris Evans x Stepson!Male Reader 

Word count: 2.8k+ // all mistakes I own

Warnings: +18, Smut, Fluff, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 18 & Chris is 40), forbidden relationship (stepdad x stepson), manhandling, breeding, affair with stepson, Dom Chris, size kink, cheating, failing relationship (between Chris & your mom), praising, blowjob, creampie, mature themes. 

A/N: Okay, first stepdad fic for any character/person I have written. I hope I fulfilled your desires with this fic. Other than that, I have nothing else to say. Enjoy my loves !! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!!

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don’t leave me

tasm!Peter Parker x reader

summary : you’re scared of losing peter every time he goes on a mission. but peter doesn’t understand that until you two had to fight about it.

word count : 2,6k

a/n : I love reading angst so I had to try and write some. And Andrew!Peter is such a good inspiration it was easy 🤍

warning : death mention and Peter is injured all the time

You loved Peter. He was an amazing boyfriend. And you hated when you were fighting. But sometimes, it was the only way to make him see your fears.

You started dating Peter six months ago. And from day one, you knew he was Spiderman. You had just moved to New York; it was literally your second day in the big apple when your taxi got into a massive crash. It was awful and you had no idea how you got out of there alive. The only thing you remember was being in Spiderman’s arms.

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Disclaimer: none of these works are mine. I am just reblogging fics that I like and hopefully making it easier to find male reader fics. Also, some stuff is 18+. So if u don't want to see any of that block to 18+ tag on my page.

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tony stark x m!reader

request summary: tony is his usual sassy self, teasing ppl and being sarcastic, and (dom) reader is the only one who can tame him/put him in his place. preferably light and funny

warnings: slight nsfw insinuations/mentions ig?

word count: 900

- we all know tony is dramatic

- and sassy

- and sarcastic

- i mean look at the gif

- it’s probably one of the first things you noticed about him when you met

- however, you could definitely hold your own around him which impressed him

- in fact, you were one of the only people who could really make him flustered

- or blush

- at first he thought you were annoying because he didn’t like when people could win arguments with him, or when they could out-flirt him

- (yeah y’all had a lot of unresolved tension for a while)

- but then you asked him out, and he realized he’d only been seeing half the story

- he had no clue you’d been pining this whole time

- needless to say, he was pleased

- “i knew you’d come crawling back for more, (y/n). i’m afraid you’ll have to get on yours knees and beg. company policy.”

- you smiled dryly and stepped closer. “if one of us is gonna be on our knees tonight, it’s not gonna be me,” you said in a low voice. “see you at eight.” you patted his arm and walked away

- he was blushing like crazy but crossed his arms and cleared his throat to play it off

- (i mean he wasn’t on his knees because he doesn’t give up the goodies on the first date)

- but the third date

- he’s been with plenty of men, woman, people, but you were the most dominant person he’s been with. it definitely opened his eyes to say the least

- after that, you were able to make him even more flustered with little things you said and did

- especially with suggestive jokes

- sometimes you would whisper them in his ear when he was in the lab with bruce

- and he’d cough a little, his cheeks heating up, and you’d smirk and continue what you were doing

- bruce didn’t even want to know what you said

- don’t get me wrong though, tony was still a sarcastic little shit

- he was just a horny sarcastic little shit now that you were around

- no but he still called thor point break and peter underoo’s and so on

- and just always had something witty to say

- it was the middle of winter; most of the team were in the common area, and steve was talking about the insanely cold temperatures outside

- the corner of tony’s lip tugged. “i’m sure you know a thing or two about being frozen, capsicle. you’ll be fine.”

- you were next to him on the couch, your arm behind his head. “at least he knows a thing or two about when to shut his mouth.”

- peter was like OHFBFN BURN

- tony said to you, “you could learn something from him, then.”

- peter was watching intently like omg my dads are fighting

- you licked your lips, leaned over, and whispered, “yet i’m the one who’s going to teach you a lesson tonight.”

- he sucked in some air, raising his eyebrows, and fell silent

- steve furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you, wondering what finally made tony shut up

- you just shrugged with a smile

- another time, tony was teasing peter for his age, saying how the team had to babysit him

- you walked in and said, “and yet he’s more mature than you. mornin’, babe.” you kissed his cheek from behind, but no one saw when you squeezed his ass a little. “watch it tony,” you murmured darkly, “he looks up to you.”

- peter saw tony blush, and he hid his smile behind his hand. he had to admit it was kind of cute seeing tony like that around you

- anyway, situations like that happen a lot and the team both appreciate it and find it amusing/adorable that you can make tony so flustered

- they don’t wanna know what you whisper in his ear though

- but they have a pretty good idea

- sometimes he’s purposefully annoying because he knows he’ll uh.. “learn his lesson” later that night

- because he’s a little brat

- but usually he’s just sarcastic by default and you’re quick to defend everyone

- it’s not that you don’t like having banter with tony

- but it’s almost a competition at this point

- (yeah the amount of stubbornness between you two is dangerous)

- tony also noticed that when he was nicer to people, you would kiss him more often

- not you pavloving his ass

- but what i mean is that if instead of saying something sarcastic, and he says something a normal person would say, you wander over and peck him on the lips or kiss his cheek or something

- cause you can tell when he’s about to be sarcastic

- theres this conflicting look on his face when he’s deciding whether to be nice or not

- because now that you’re around, he actually thinks about what he says sometimes before he says it

- and if he’s nice, why not reward him a little

- (and maybe you just like kissing him)

- when you’re gone on a mission or a trip or whatever, the team definitely notices an increase in tony’s quips here and there

- like. a lot

- firstly, he’s annoying that you’re gone and he misses you

- but you’re also not there to keep him in check

- when you return he’s all sunshine and rainbows because his man is home <3

- anyway

- y’all are cute asf

- the end 😃

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bucky barnes x m!reader

warnings: literally so much smut, top reader, erectile dysfunction and castration mentions. also wrap before you tap people! but this is fiction so i didn’t really think abt condoms when i wrote it

request summary: bucky struggling with erectile dysfunction (because of HYDRA), but he tries prostate stimulation and he bottoms for reader and reclaims his sexuality :D

A/N: I LOVE THIS REQUEST !!! y’all are so creative. and the fact that it’s bucky omg 😭 loml !!!! <3

word count: 2.9k

Bucky’s back was sticky with sweat. His hand was cramping. His dick hurt. It wasn’t working.

He hadn’t exactly expected to cum tonight, but when he managed to make his dick semi-hard, he’d experienced a glimmer of hope.

It was another night for blue balls, it appeared, which effects showed in the morning.

“What’s got you so grumpy?” you asked, stealing some bacon off his plate. The sun was still working its way above the skyline as you and Bucky sat in solitude in the kitchen. Bucky didn’t like waking up earlier than everyone else because it often made his eyebags intense, but he did enjoy the quiet. Well, the quiet plus you.

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Then what’s got you so… downcast.”

“Replacing the word with a synonym changes nothing.” He sighed and sipped his coffee. The next time you took some of his bacon, he opted to push the plate towards you. You had made it for him anyway.

Bucky didn’t like how nice you were to him. He didn’t like the little things you did for him because he did like them. And they made him like you. And that only made him feel worse about what had happened between the two of you.

“I can let you eat alone if you want. I just figured since we’re both early risers…” you trailed off.

He sighed, shoved his palm across his aching eyes. “Uh, no, no, you can stay.”

He knew you felt awkward around him, and he appreciated the strides you took to remain in his presence. He knew you thought he didn’t like you. It was an icky experience, sharing space with someone who had sucked you off and never let you return the favour. At least, Bucky assumed it was.

He should’ve stayed away from you. However, his excuse was plain and simple: you were too fucking hot.

His excuse for not letting you see his dick was not so simple. Bucky hated HYDRA for a lot of things, but fuck, they could’ve at least let him keep one thing.

He was grumpy for the rest of the day. Yes, grumpy; he knew you were right. And he knew why. He couldn’t help but try again later that night, tugging his dick in the shower, but to no avail. It wouldn’t even twitch for him. He couldn’t even grovel through his days with some manually-made serotonin.

. . .

Bucky opened his door. He hadn’t expected it to be you that was knocking. He hated how nervous you made him, how hard it was to speak around you.

“Hey, uh, what’s up.”

You said, “Can I come in for a second?”

He swallowed thickly and opened the door wider.

You ambled in and he shut the door. When he turned around, you were looking at him, lip trapped under your teeth, eyes expectant.

“I wanted to ask if I did anything that made you uncomfortable,” you said. “And whatever it is, I apologize.”

He blinked, mouth open. “No… No, you’re good.”

“You’re a confusing guy, Bucky.” You smiled, but it was a little sad. “First we have this… fuck, I don’t know, this flirty thing going on, and you kiss me, you suck my dick, and then you stop talking to me? Yeah, you let me eat with you—I know, honour of a lifetime—but… what… I just wanna know what happened. I actually like you, y’know. It’s fine that you don’t like me, but… Jesus, the least I could do is give you lessons on how to properly ghost someone.”

He furrowed his brow. “Ghost someone? Is that like… killing someone?”

You shook your head, throwing away the conversation. “Never mind.”

He processed the rest of your words. “I never said I don’t like you. You think I go around sucking dicks as a hobby?”

You snorted. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know that much about you.”

“Well.” He gnawed on his lip. “I’ll tell you one thing, but don’t tell anyone else.”

You nodded eagerly and sat on the edge of his bed. He followed suit.

“Uh, the reason I didn’t let you… reciprocate… is ‘cause HYDRA felt the need to, ah, y’know, what’s the word—castrate me,” he said slowly, looking far away. “I didn’t wanna deal with the fact that I can’t fucking get hard, or ever get off again. And am in my own personal hell.”

“I think that would be basically everyone’s personal hell,” you huffed humourlessly, sympathetically. “Fuck, I’m really sorry that happened to you.” You sat in silence for a few moments, marinating in what he said. “So… wait... you do like me?”

He smiled, glanced shyly at you. “Yeah.”

You couldn’t help but let a giddy grin bloom on your face, but you frowned as another thought crossed your mind. “Never get off again? What about your prostate?”

Bucky looked at you skeptically.

“You might never be able to, y’know, nut—I guess there’s no eloquent way to say this. Ejaculate is the scientific term, I suppose. Anyway, you could still orgasm. Which I’m sure is the part you’re missing.”

His posture lifted a little. His eyes were eager as he looked at you. “You serious?”

Bucky soon found that yes, you were incredibly serious. So were all of the articles and things you sent him that were actually very useful. Still, he was nervous about putting something in his ass. At this point, though, he would try anything.

Where you stood with each other was a little odd at this point. You liked each other, weren’t dating, but you were trying to help him achieve an orgasm through prostate stimulation. You were in strange waters.

All you did was supply him with the info. It was his job to do what he wanted with it. The awkward part was buying the right tools. Bucky was absolutely shit at ordering things online, so he was forced to go to an ‘adult shop’, his hat pulled low onto his head, hood up, feeling very conspicuous all the same.

His list consisted of lube, a plug, a dildo, and things to clean his ass with. He felt lightheaded from embarrassment as he rung up his items, though he was sure the woman behind the counter did not give a single shit. He left the store feeling a little more accomplished, but still lost. He was supposed to put that thing in his ass?

The dildo wasn’t that large, and it was pretty thin. It was light purple, and Bucky bought it mainly because the colour was pretty.

The bag sat on his dresser for a day. He stared at it sometimes, his stomach panging with butterflies when he did. He took the dildo out and slapped it, watching it wobble. He made a grave face. Why couldn't he just jack off like any other guy?

He'd cleaned his ass in the shower that morning. It was evening now. No one would be coming by. He regarded the black plug, frowned in tolerance, and brought it and the lube to the bed. He was in boxers and a large t-shirt that hung to his mid-thighs, which he knew he looked stupid in. The boxers were soon on the floor, and his fingers were covered in lube. The first one went in fine, but the lube was cold and slimy and his finger felt small and out of place.

He added a second finger, and his mouth fell open a little. He started rocking his hips, squeezing around his fingers. Fuck, that was nice. He felt the burning, slowly escalating sensation that he hadn't felt in so long.

He whimpered as he imagined he was riding you.

He needed more. He wanted the plug now, ached for it, and fumbled it into his greased grasp. He settled above it, his feet under his thighs, his ass on display to the bed sheets. He worked his way onto it. It burned a little, but he imagined it was your dick, and he recalled what your groans had sounded like. He slid on now, moaning under his breath. He felt needier by the second, rocking against it.

When you entered Bucky's room, his light was off. Darkness draped over every inch of the room, except for the edges of the bed and parts of Bucky's face. He was shocked, sitting upright.

"Don't turn the light on!" he blurted.

You frowned. "Okay...? Uh," you stepped forward and shut the door, and Bucky wished he could disappear. In the dark, you said, "Things are kind of weird with us right now. So I'm gonna come out and say it: I like you. I know we already covered that, but I want to go out with you. On a date. They had those in the forty's, right?" You laughed nervously at his silence. "Bucky?"

"Mhm?" he said, the sound strangled.

"You're being weird, old man." You flicked the light on. Your eyes widened and you looked away as fast as you could.

He was kneeling in your direction, the lube and dildo to the side, his face beet red. He at least had his shirt on, which covered till his mid thigh, but you still knew what was happening underneath.

"Bad timing, huh?"

"I told you not to turn the light on," Bucky bit through his teeth.

"So I guess the articles were helpful."

"You can't seriously be trying to make conversation while I have something in my ass," he snapped.

You turned the light back off. "There. So, is it working?"

“Oh my God (y/n).” He rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Yeah, but I mean dicks are a lot more convenient."

He was about to yell at you to get the fuck out of his room, but you stepped forward through the darkness. Your shoe clicked on the floor, and his body stiffened with anticipation.

"I helped you with the first part," you reasoned. Your voice was smooth and sure. "I could help you with this."

Bucky swallowed past a click in his throat, his breath shaky. He'd seen you half naked before; he didn't know why this was so unnerving.

You saw the outline of his head nod.

You toed your shoes off and kneeled onto the edge of the bed, edging towards him on your knees. He looked up at you with doe eyes, his whole body tingling.

He felt his soul leave his body when you kissed him. It wasn’t like he’d never felt this contact with you before—he’d literally had your dick in his mouth—but there were implications behind this kiss that made him dizzy. The fact that it was so tender, careful, like you wanted to savour it. The fact that you were going to sleep together tonight.

He was half naked and you were fully clothed, which wasn’t fair; for some reason, though, the embarrassment made him hornier.

He was laying on the bed now, head upon the pillows as you kissed his neck. His eyes were closed and lips softly parted.

You slowly pulled the plug out, then pushed it in again, and Bucky felt that jolt of arousal and neediness and satisfaction that his body hadn’t bestowed him in so long. It wasn’t an itch he couldn’t scratch anymore. He couldn’t help but moan as you continued.

You asked him if it was okay and he nodded fervently.

“Fuck, you sound amazing. I’m glad I can do this for you,” you murmured.

Bucky was making cute little noises, rutting against the movements you made. It wasn’t fast enough. He was gripping against the plug. It wasn’t big enough.

He knew you were hard. He could feel you against his leg, and it made his throat dry at the thought of it, but he still wanted it.

Your face was close to his; you were watching him. You were so handsome, so concentrated.

He held the sides of your head and pulled you in to slide his mouth against yours. You forgot about the plug and held his waist; the lack of movement eventually made him whine against your mouth.

“Please,” he breathed. “I don’t want some fuckin’ plastic, I want you. Take these stupid clothes off.”

You tugged your shirt off, kissing his chest when your face was free, and slid out of your pants. “Are you–”

“If you fucking ask me if I’m sure one more time I’ll break your dick off,” Bucky snapped. “I don’t think you know how long it’s been since I’ve had an orgasm. I need this. I need, I—I need you,” he muttered. He pulled you in for another kiss to distract you from responding.

He grabbed for the lube and smacked your shoulder with the bottle, which made you chuckle. You poured some into your hand and coated it onto your dick while Bucky quietly fucked himself with the plug, unable to stop.

“Shirt off,” you commanded.

His hips still rocked as he pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor.

You laid him down, kissing down his neck softly as you pulled the plug out. The empty feeling made him whine. You rubbed his open hole with the head of your dick, spreading more lube around, and he gasped, clutching your back.

“This’ll probably hurt a bit,” you murmured, kissing behind his ear, “but just relax. I got you.”

He felt the warmth of relief and safety seep into his bones. He felt your arms on either side of him. The heat of your chest was on his.

You took your time going in, and Bucky squeezed his eyes through any discomfort. His pain tolerance was obviously through the roof (there—that’s one thing that HYDRA gave him).

When all of your dick was inside of him, filling him up, you stayed still for a moment. You admired the feeling, the snugness, and the look on his face. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows twitching as he examined the new sensation.

“Jesus that feels–” he cut himself off, stuttering over his words. “Please move,” he begged.

It was new seeing Bucky like this. Desperate. His moans breathy and higher pitched. His nails clawing into your back.

You slowly rolled your hips, buried your face in his neck in order to hug him while you fucked him.

He bent his legs up and locked them behind your hips, clinging onto you with all of his limbs. This allowed a better angle for you to slide your dick all the way in, and all the way out, smooth thanks to the lube and to Bucky’s prior initiatives.

His moans grew louder, filthier, and his face was slack as you rocked his body back and forth.

At one point you decided to switch positions, putting Bucky on his elbows and knees. You watched your dick disappear into his tight hole each time you rolled your hips forward. You watched him clench around it, trying to suction you in deeper.

His face was in the sheets, his ass raised for you.

You stilled with only the tip inside of him just to see what he would do. “God you’re adorable. So needy. Begging me to fuck you.”

He weakly responded, “Please.”

“Please what? You gotta use your words, baby.”

“Please fuck me,” he whispered.

“With what? Your flimsy dildo?”

“With your big dick. Please.”

You thrusted into him aggressively, and he bit down on the duvet, drooling onto it. His moaning turned obscene and needy as he tried to bounce his ass back onto your dick. “Uhuhuhhhhh oh yeah, oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes, fuck me.”

His limbs were growing weak and shaky, so he requested a certain change of position: you shoved him down so he was flat on his stomach and you straddled his ass, trapping him beneath you and the bed. You pushed your dick all the way inside, the wet sounds slick and dense in the dark room.

“Oh fuck yes,” he slurred. “Fucking use me.”

“Uh-uh. This is about you, remember?” You leaned down near his ear. “I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

And you did. You did all the work, and let him lay there and take it, just feel it. You kept going until his prostate burned with pleasure, until he thought he might die if you stopped, and gurgled out, “Gonna come, gonna come, oh my God–”

He shuddered around you, fucking against you, his ass clamping and unclamping on your cock. The strangled noises he made were swallowed by the sheets.

You tried to keep going for as long as you could, but it was unbearable at this point, like an approaching sneeze. You pulled out and jerked yourself off onto his ass, finishing with a groan.

You were quick to grab your abandoned shirt and wipe him off.

"Ew," he managed to grumble before turning over and tugging the sheets up.

You laughed. "I'll wash it. It's fine." You climbed into bed with him and collapsed, realizing how tired you now were. Your eyes had long adjusted to the dark, and you watched Bucky's face.

"You're beautiful," you murmured.

He tried not to smile, but it couldn't be helped. The resistance only made it cuter. "That was—that was..." His eyes fluttered shut. "Sorry. 'M all fucked out."

You smiled at his wording. "Good. So... it was a successful experiment, then?"

He shuffled closer to you, scoffing. "It was a—yes, it was successful, what are you talking about?" he chuckled. His face grew sober, his eyes grew soft. "Thank you. Seriously." He cupped your cheek and kissed you long, slow, and tired.

He kept his face close when he pulled away, and smiled crookedly. "Now. About that date..."

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Okay. But would you be willing to write a first time between an ftm reader and ftm Eddie Brock? I feel like it has some very good vibes. If Venom's there too that's a plus 😅

Three weeks is how long you've known Eddie Brock, well in person that is, you've known of him because of his career for years but it wasn't until three weeks ago you met on a dating app and started seeing each other. 

Eddie took you out to a nice dinner, venom constantly whispering in his ear if tonight was the night he'd finally bring you back to their place. 

Much to venoms surprise Eddie actually did ask you come back to his apartment, he didn't necessarily mean for sex if you weren't ready but he happily followed along as you made your way to his bedroom, kicking off shoes and jackets in the hallway as you kissed. 

"So how do you want to do this?" Eddie asked, taking his shirt off. 

"You be on top," you say running your hands over the scars on his chest. 

"I can do that," Eddie smiles, tugging your own shirt over your head and kissing you again, guiding you back onto the bed. 

After making out for a while Eddie was desperate to touch you, undoing the buttons of your pants and sliding his hand inside to find the wetness gathering there. 

"Take off your pants," you tell him and Eddie does so, his packer bulging in his underwear, "you are so hot Eddie."

"You're pretty hot yourself Y/N," Eddie chuckles, going to his dresser and pulling out his strap on. 

His underwear and packer are gone, his strap now nicely in place and pushing against his already throbbing clit. 

He gets back on top of you, kissing you slowly and ridding you of your pants and underwear. 

Your hips rock when he pushes a finger inside you, opening you up when he adds a second pumping finger. 

"Fuck," you groan and Eddie nips at your neck, delighted at the sounds coming out of you. 

You grunt in displeasure when Eddie retracts his fingers but suddenly his cock is slipping inside you and you're in ecstasy. 

"That feels so good," you moan and Eddie starts thrusting his hips. 

"You want me to fuck you Y/N?" Eddie asks as he teases you with slow movements of his hips. 

"Please fuck me Eddie," you beg and he pounds away at you. 

"I think he likes that," venom says excitedly in Eddies ear. 

"Not now," Eddie says trying to get venom to leave him alone. 

"Huh?" You ask as the whole bed is shaking under the two of you. 

"Nothing," he assures you and continues to fuck you steadily. 

Within minutes Eddie has you close to the edge and when he reaches down and begins to play with your clit you're a goner. 

You're crying out his name as you cum, holding onto his biceps as your body spasms and he fucks you through it. 

When your aftershocks subside, you tell Eddie, "I want to eat you out." 

He smiles and pulls out of you, standing up so he could take the strap off and switch places with you. 

Now Eddie is on his back, soaking wet as you position yourself between his legs. 

"Did fucking me really turn you on this much?" You grin, your tongue tasting him for the first time. 

"I told you you were hot," he laughs, moaning as your tongue toys with him. 

Eddie tangles his fingers in your hair, holding your head in place as you eat him out. 

You pinch his clit between your fingers, rolling it and Eddie's hips jolt upwards. 

Once again venom is making comments to Eddie and Eddie is doing his best to drown him out because the last thing he wants you to do is to stop. 

Your tongue is rapidly flicking back and forth while your fingers give pressure to his clit causing Eddie to cum all over your chin. 

"Holy shit," he shouts as his thighs clamp around your head. 

You lick him clean and kiss your way up his body, "you want to take a shower and get cleaned up?" 

"Only if I get to go down on you while we are in there," he smirks. 

"I was hoping you'd do just that."

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Eddie Brock/Venom Headcanons

Specifically for Male Readers <3

Venom 2: Let There Be Carnage spoilers

Eddie has met you once or twice before, but he just doesn't recognize you. You two have always gone to Mrs Chen's store and have passed each other quietly, barely taking notice of the other.

It is actually Venom who finds you.

While body hopping, Venom ends up taking you on as a temporary host.

To Venom's surprise, your body is a match just like Eddie.

Venom decides he likes you, as you only freak out for a minute and then just accepted your fate almost dramatically.

Venom explains what he is and why he is in this situation slowly. You offer him advice about his and Eddie's relationship that others hadn't given before.

Venom appreciates it.

Anne and Dan find you huddled outside of Mrs Chen's store, too afraid to go inside.

Venom respected the fact you didn't want to go inside and were scared, so he let you sit outside and just wait. He knew Eddie would come eventually.

Anne and Dan introduce themselves and bring you along to the police department, where Venom proceeds to break Eddie out of prison.

Venom automatically retreats into you once he sets down Eddie, which makes you stumble forward. Eddie catches you in his arms.

Eddie looks you over and starts to demand what had happened and if you are okay. You just look disheveled and out of it more than anything.

Anne explains that she and Dan had found you as Venom spoke to you inside of your head.

Venom didn't want to not go back to Eddie. He just wasn't ready to go back. You reassure him that he didn't have to just yet, but he would need to from the sound of it.

You had figured out how to respond to Venom within your head, which was something Eddie was never able to.

Eddie seemed to notice you staring off as Venom and you conversate, turning back to you and putting his hands on your shoulders.

He proceeds to apologize to both you and Venom. You didn't know why he was apologizing to you, but it felt nice.

In the end, Venom went back to Eddie.

You kind of missed the feeling of someone else inside of your head once Venom had left.

After the pair had managed to destroy Carnage and Cletus, the two found you again.

You didn't know how, but it happened.

You sat the two down and talked to them for hours about their issues.

They actually listened to you? For the most part?

It was kind of sweet watching them talk it out and come to a mutual middle ground.

You ended up explaining to Eddie how to communicated with Venom internally so he didn't look absolutely batshit crazy.

He still slightly struggles, but he can somewhat do it.

About a year later, the two asked you out.

You said yes.

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What it would be like dating Eddie/Venom

This is my first post on Eddie Brock so here’s hoping you guys like it! (p.s this one’s pretty short)

Reader : G!N

Ever since you’d started dating Eddie, life has been…interesting to say the least.

For starters your previous partner wasn’t infected by a goo like substance from outer space. So that to you was a nice change up.

The time Eddie had introduced you to venom, you were a little startled by it’s appearance. That changed when you came to realize how much of a softie venom actually was.

Eddie and Venom are protective of you. After everything that went down with Life Foundation, Eddie couldn’t escape his paranoia from imagining the corporation coming back to hunt all three of you down. The thought of you being dragged into his mess always drove him mad.

He knew how ridiculous it sounded because Venom would acknowledge Eddie’s constant worry over nothing. The times when you came over to his apartment and gave him a hug upon arrival, always seemed to put Eddie at ease

As for Venom, your cooking skills were put to the test when visiting the two of them. Venom would complaint he’s hungry and Eddie would just warm up some tatter tots only for Venom to whine about not being satisfied.

So you began cooking for them, sometimes even bringing home way too much fast food cause you knew most of it would be gone thanks to Venom’s appetite

Whenever you and Eddie slept together he couldn’t resist wrapping his arm around you and burying his face in your hair

The heat emanating from his body in those moments made you fall asleep rather quickly, and there wasn’t any other place in the world you’d rather be

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Kinktober Day 4: They’re Tendrils—Not Tentacles! | Venom/Eddie Brock x Male! Reader

A/n- Hey y'all, I'm sorry for not posting at all this past week. I've been swamped with schoolwork and the one night I actually had time to write I ended up getting a migraine yayyy, but finally, here this is! the days of kinktober I have missed should be posted sometime tomorrow!:) (…and this is kinda weirddd, but on s’en fiche!) also, this is my second time writing anything smut-related stuff, sorry if it's bad!

Requested?- Yes! From Anon: "hiii, for kinktober i wanted to request a venom/eddie brock fic with tentacle play? the rest is up to you! any day is fine! thanks x!"

Word Count- ??? (tumblr doesn’t tell me)

Kinks- Tentacle-like (Venom's Tendrils) play, Public Sex(?), kinda rough sex

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Being with Eddie and Venom is… a lot, to say the least. It’s as if the three of you were a throuple—except one of those people is an extraterrestrial goo from space that never fails to make a snarky comment about the situation, and the other is a mentally unstable himbo. It was definitely a pretty entertaining combination for a relationship, and you were currently listening to one of the many interesting conversations that spurred from your two partners.

You were about to listen attentively to their hushed conversation, but it was cut short once a waitress came over to the table to take your orders. You and Eddie ordered the usual, and Eddie had to assure Venom that he'd get him something to eat later.

Unfortunately, Venom could only see it as neglect. Sure, he wanted something to eat, but messing with you and Eddie seemed more captivating to him. So, he started thinking of ways to do so while you continued your conversation with the waitress.

"...and I hate to ask, but can he get extra sauce with his order? Thanks!" You pointed over to Eddie, who shook his head at your odd request. The waitress replied with a quick 'yes' and left to give the cooks the order.

Eddie was trying to suppress his laughter as he leaned his head into his hand in a manner of disbelief. "You okay?" You asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, it's just that we both know you didn't ask for that extra sauce for me."

"Fine, you're right!" You couldn't help but laugh with him. To you, it was so stupid yet so distracting from everything else.

Venom, who was using the underside of the diner's table for cover, wasn't afraid to have one of his tendrils reach across from Eddie's leg to yours, snaking it up under the hemline of the bottoms you were wearing. You shuddered and tensed at the feeling of the cool goo reaching your thigh.

Eddie noticed your tension, his eyes squinted as his eyebrows converged in their similar outreach of confusion, "What?"

You gestured to the lower half of your body, "It's...Venom. He's—uh... down there."

"Oh."

"Yeah, is he—" You cut yourself off with a soft moan, Venom's tendril reached up to your cock and stretched itself enough to match your length. He wrapped the tendril around it and started tugging.

Across the booth, Venom started doing something similar to Eddie. He formed a tendril that spurred from the base of Eddie’s back and snaked it around to the front of his crotch. He started applying pressure through Eddie’s jeans to his dick.

Eddie could feel himself hardening. Within minutes, Venom drew both of you near your respective climaxes—but halted. He withdrew his tendrils from the areas they were in, receding into Eddie’s body.

A groan was emitted from both you and Eddie, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Back-alley?" He suggested.

"Gross, but it's that or the cramped car." You said the latter option with a shuddersome tone as memories of how the last time you and Eddie attempted to do it went. Venom wouldn't shut up about it for weeks.

The both of you slipped out one of the back doors of the diner, the dim alley barely illuminating your faces. Whatever smell that lingered in the alley had been exchanged for yours' and Eddie's.

Hands went flying, and lips collided at a fast pace. With the help of Venom's tendrils, Eddie pulled your shirt up and your pants down simultaneously until they were off, leaving you exposed. Eddie hastily did the same in return.

You moaned as two of Venom's tendrils rounded your lower back and started probing at your hole. He gathered your arms with two of his other tendrils, lifting them up and pinning them against the rough brick. He flipped you over—hands still gathered—with a fifth tendril, leaving your face to fill the imperfect dips of the brick as it was pressed against them.

“This isn’t the best position to be in, Ed.” You complained to him, your words mended together thanks to the wall of the restaurant impeding your speech.

Eddie sighed and stepped closer, his cock in hand as he guided it to your entrance, “I know, it’s just that's what he likes.”

You were in a silent agreement with the other two since Venom would most likely repeat the events from tonight if it didn’t happen like this.

Eddie’s cock started to ache as he waited for Venom to finish messing with you. He started speaking to Venom, "Can I get in there already?"

There was no verbal answer—at least not one that you could hear. Instead, Venom pulled himself away from you and had gone back into Eddie's body to watch his next moves. Eddie pressed himself forward, his cock replaced the space that Venom once filled.

He gripped your sides to hold you in place while the crown of his cock sunk in. You moaned as he went further, feeling the veins ribbing on the inside of your heat.

Eddie moaned at the warmth, enjoying every second spent filling your ass. Another moan was unleashed from him once he finally bottomed out in you, taking a few seconds to enjoy it before pulling back. You could feel the lack of presence, but it didn't take long for it to come back.

The second thrust into you was rough compared to how it usually goes—Eddie's sweet nature wouldn't allow it. This was surely Venom's doing.

The impact of Venom's teasing was showing itself, as each time that Eddie moved back it forth, he got faster, rougher, and sloppier. On the inside, Venom was at the edge of his seat, watching it all. He adored the sound of flesh smacking together harshly, and how Eddie's balls swung back and forth at a fast pace as they echoed his determination to reach his climax.

You could tell Eddie was close. His telltale signs started to show; the final thrusts burying his cock as deep as possible, his blissful moans turning into animalistic grunts and pants, and the evergrowing weight on your back each time. Whenever you were in a position like the one currently, Eddie would always lean himself on to you to be as close as possible. It was kind of sweet.

With one last thrust and a guttural grunt-turned-moan, Eddie came along with you. His release filled your ass as yours splattered against the brick. Eddie pulled out of you and started pulling on his clothes over his sweat-covered body. After taking a second to come down from your high, you did the same.

"Good, that was very good." Venom sounded near cheerful as the three of you left the alley.