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looks like im 4 years old today!!!

maybe i’ll come back!!! idk!!!

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Rhysand’s Wings

Rhysand x Feyre The Story takes place in A Court of Mist and Fury

Rhysands' violet gaze dawned on me. After our first time, well, first of many, I was growing more and more curious about the capability and the potential of what I could do to his wings. It kept crawling back to me, the few murmurs and taunts about how sensitive to the touch Illyrian men's wings can get. How I can bring him to completion by my mere contact, just has to be in the right spot.

I straddled him as he sat upon the bed in the getaway home that he found me in not long before this. My body had a thin quilt-like fabric draped over it; other than that, I am very bare. By my forwardness, he knew that I was a woman on a mission. "What do you have in mind, Feyre" A smirk quirked up on the corners of his mouth, intrigued. Rhysand's wings were tucked behind him, my gaze was distracted for a moment, but only for a moment. "I want to try something." "I believe we've tried many things over the few hours I've been here... if I'm correct, of course." Rhysand joked. "I- I know, but, I want to try something that you have said once before that you weren't comfortable with. I didn't know if that had changed due to our... circumstances." I didn't think the term 'circumstances' would be the right way to go about this, but it was a start. It's odd, not being able to be direct, to have studious and cunning remarks; now, I'm nervous.

Rhysand furrowed his eyebrows slightly, attempting to make an effort to catch onto whatever I was avoiding asking. His fingertips traced long strokes on my exposed thighs. They were graceful but persuasive. It was a technique to ebb me onto saying what I bit my tongue on. "Circumstances. What could this possibly be about, Feyre?" Rhysand subtly bit the inside of his bottom lip. He's playing with me, like cat and mouse. He has the option, the ability to go through our bond into my mind... however; he's letting this play out.

"Your wings." I batted my lashes as I looked down at my hands that traced his barren chest... "I've been thinking about the possibility, about what you said when we were flying home... with how sensitive they could be." I fiddled with my fingers as I continued to ramble through my apprehension. I didn't want to look up to see the possible discontentment or... any sort of reaction. I didn't want to ruin this. "You said you weren't comfortable with that... that vulnerability. I shouldn't have even asked-- I-"

"Feyre." The sternness in his voice made me immediately look back at his unbreakable gaze. The hand that was once tracing circles stopped, now grasping onto my thigh, grounding me against him. I felt his hard length throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his loose pants, making something inside me tighten up. A staggered breath left me as I was struggling to focus solely on his unfaltering eyes. His Violet Stare. My Violet Stare. "Things have changed, things have evolved since then. I am more than comfortable doing anything you wish for," Rhysand leaned closer, his lips brushing over mine. "And, to be honest with you, I am aching at the mere thought of it" His words felt like they had flames emitting from them, flames that I felt in the deepest depths of my being.

I let out a startled moan as his lips were on mine in an instant. His tongue caressed mine as his hands traveled up my thighs to my waist, soon discarding the fabric that was once my security blanket. I found myself to be grinding against him, seeking pleasure with muffled moans as our mouths were locked together. Rhysands hands on my waist pulled me slightly forward and back as he bucked his hips up just enough to get the friction that he craved from me. As much as I want to go beyond this teasing and have him practically devour me, or at this point; devour him... I can't do that right now. Not with what I have in mind, at least. I embrace his touch, his neediness a little longer until I broke the kiss. My breath heaved slightly, his groans held under his breath as he looked at me, mouth agape slightly. I felt something shift between us, something in our dynamic had changed. My hands planted themselves on his chest again, looking up at the man who had claimed me time and time again. His violet eyes had a different glimmer, something with such need and fervor. I trailed kisses down his neck, biting and nipping occasionally. It felt like his body was controlling him more than his mind. If he was in his normal state of control in this situation, like before, he would be more composed. He let out mumbled praises and groans as he continues to grind into me. I sit down onto him more comfortably, giving him more to work with his body. My whimpers were muffled from my sole focus on him. It felt like he was slowly dipping in and out of a frenzy. One of Rhy's hands stayed on my waist, keeping me put on him, while the other moved up to one of my breasts. His eyes were half-lidded, looking down at my body that was practically worshipping his. Rhysand tipped his head back, a staggered breath leaving him. As I continued to mark him, his collarbones, his chest, I glance down at what he was moving against me. The loose pants he had on that were once pristine and dry were now to be ruffled, slowly sliding down his hips, revealing his v-line that led straight to what he was focusing on. There was a faint spot in the pants, pre-cum slowly staining it as he let the heat roll through him. It only seemed to be just the beginning. I completely forgot about the wings for a moment, my main objective. Rhysands grows slowly and got more high-pitched as his hands were being imprinted into my body. His body was getting warmer, his wings no longer tucked but stretched out behind him. Then I knew, he was getting close. By thought alone, having someone want to touch his wings for his pleasure; by having his mate touch his wings, the High Fae, me, it got him to this point with little to nothing. On pure impulse, I lift from where I was, hovering over his lap. He looked back down with hesitance, with agitation in his eyes, his body, his breath. Rhysand seemed almost animalistic, pleading. With gritted teeth, he whined, "Did... did I do something wrong?" He had clenched fists, both on my waist as he furrowed his brows. My tongue toyed with my back molars for a second as I thought of what to say. No, he didn't do anything wrong... I just got lost in the moment and need to get where I wanted to... as if I was with him any longer he'd- "No, you didn't. I just knew if I stayed there and let you have your way, you'd-" I let out a light chuckle, not wanting to finish the sentence, but the thought of it still lingered, my face slightly flushed from the idea. I broke the eye contact for a moment to look down at the mess that he deemed himself to be. I examined Rhysand as he was finding his words, it seemed like now, the cat got his tongue. His breath is heavy, lust-filled. Desire overwhelmed him. He was still slightly bucking his hips and thighs up, very subtly... probably sued to that motion. I felt my mouth water slightly.Rhysand caught his breath, calming down just enough to respond. "I tend to get carried away, especially when it comes to you, Feyre." The smirk came back, his canines glistening under the dimmed light that came from the nearby oil light. "I just- if you remember what I was originally talking to you about" I smile, subtly biting my bottom lip to hold in the laughter of the situation. Rhysand reluctantly lifted his hips to sheath off his pants, leaving him completely naked, as am I."I'll be your little experiment, how about that," Rhysand is now playing with me, toying with me. That feverish self I once saw now dimmed, or just suppressed for the time being. I was going to have fun with this. Rhysand got onto his knees, now propping himself up in the center of the bed. His hands rest on his thighs, his gaze on mine as I wait for his next command."You will have full reign on me, my body. I will not move from this position... to the best of my ability. On the subject of what you have been... wishing to test," He was eluding to my fascination of seeing the fullest potential of what I could do with his wings, "I will guide you." "How would you guide me if you're not going to move?" I furrowed my brows, thinking that his logic was flawed. "With my voice." "Oh." I look away, my face flushed again. "Oh." His grin came back, his mischievous, merciless grin. I love that grin.Rhysands attention remained on me, and my reactions as he propped his wings up behind him, curving around him slightly. I stay put, on my knees at the foot of the bed. "Come on, Feyre. I don't bite. Unless you ask me to." He reminded me of my first interaction with Cassian, I crawl over two feet to be kneeling directly in front of him. "The last I heard, Rhysand, no one has ever taken you up on that offer." I still had this subconscious feeling of being nervous. He noticed that. He leaned forward, no longer sitting back on his ankles, fully on his knees. His lips grazed over mine, his hot breath seeping down my neck and breasts."I am completely comfortable with this, Feyre. I trust you." His breath nipped my skin, I straightened my back from the feeling. Rhysand's hand found mine, caressing the palm to provide the emphasis he had in his words. He leads my hand to his left wing, letting my fingers trace over it, just barely. "Just like that." He purred in my ear as he slowly let my hand go, leaving my hand to trace intricate designs on his feathered wing. My touch was barely noticeable, his breath was smooth but still as hot as before. His stare was as lust-filled, if not more... it seemed like he is turned on by the mere anticipation.I began to apply more pressure, tracing with long and gentle strokes that he once did to my thighs when I straddled his lap. Rhysand shut his mouth, clenching his teeth as he closed his eyes, he then raggedly breathed out. The more he reacted, the more I felt something deep inside me twist and turn. I continued, feeling the feathers that were luxurious and silky smooth. My downward strokes were not repetitive, evidently surprising Rhysand with each touch.

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Been a While, Hasn’t It.

Originally from one of the chapters that was dulled out as this was getting to be too much for a single chapter-- enjoy <3

DARKIPLIER x READER

TW // CNC, Blood, Knives, Mind Corruption, Pain Inducing Scene

Both Partners gave verbal consent beforehand, this was a planned scene. Don't sue me.

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But, you didn't like this. You didn't want it to go where it was heading.

"You'll learn to like this, my dear. It's just something to get used to." He tried to comfort you. His voice was so soothing, but you tried to not let it get to you.

But, what frightened you the most is that you found yourself to be fully undressed.

"Please, don't do this." You begged, shaking your head while you felt a hand graze over your calf, and up to your knee.

"But baby, isn't this what you deserve?" Dark cooed while he lingered over you, now directly above you.

You didn't respond as you felt your mind just accept this.

"God, you're beautiful." He growled, forcefully kissing you. Something about him was so intoxicating. His touch, although you were terrified was so alluring. You wanted to be in his grasp. This was far better than anything you have had yet with him... so might as well take it.

"See? I can be soft and gentle, this is how I normally am, my sweet. Don't you forget that?" He assured you, slowly moving his bites and nibbles down your jaw, you felt a forced whimper come up your throat. Your body was enjoying this, but was your mind?

Your thoughts battled each other, whether you should let this happen, or struggle. Maybe you do want it.

"Yes, maybe you do." His breath was ice cold, sending shivers down your spine as he began to leave deep purple marks along your neck and down to your collarbone.

You felt his kisses slowly meltdown to your breasts, leaving all sorts of bite marks scattered on them. Your subconscious forces your hips to buck slightly for more, Dark looks up at you- a seductive grin plastered on his face.

To be practical, you were grinding on him, to the point that you realized it- somewhat feeling something firm that was covered more or less rubbing against your heat that began to grow. His breath hitched in the pleasure you are giving him.

"Aren't you a needy girl, huh." He cooed, watching your body be desperate for his soft and sensual touch. You nod, embarrassed- you looked away.

But, his hand gripped onto your jaw, making you stare at his dark gaze.

"But, I am afraid I cannot fulfill your needs just yet, darling. You have to have patience, you have to wait for it." That once nurturing body language that he obtained was soon fading away, as he now had you wrapped around his finger, and he's going to enjoy it.

His calloused hands that caressed you in ways you couldn't comprehend left your body, the bed now empty- the only pressure on it was your restrained self. As he got up, he left to get something across the room. There was a metal basket- what was contained inside it was hidden. He picked up the tiny holder and set it on the end table near your head.

He looked down at you, but all you saw was his silhouette, stalking over you. Little did you know, he was just gazing down in admiration. You, submitting to him this easily. He picked up this tiny thing from the basket, but you still couldn't see it as he was blocking the moonlight that came glistening through the windows behind him. You watch him take this small thing- hovering it over your skin. A small drop of water, cold cold water, fell onto your skin.

Of course, it's ice.

He then slowly traced it along your skin, the icy sensation going through your spine as your back arches, trying to avoid it-- but unable to. Your breath hitches as the ice tread its' way to your areolas- circling one just lightly enough to make them hard. He then lifts the ice, going to the other, then back down onto your chest, sliding it down to your stomach and abdomen. The cold residue of water rests on your skin.

"It's so peculiar when I see you enjoy this, I can see it in your eyes," Dark suspired, now letting the melted ice pool on your abdomen. The cold water now dripping down your sides as you feel yourself arch your back again- it doesn't help that when you do that, the water is now down your back, seeping into the made bed beneath you.

"Even though you deny it, don't you, pet."

That name ticked off something in your head, the need to struggle- you had to. You can't just let him corrupt your mind this easily. Although you want him to win, you want to fight. Let him earn this control over you, and so you did.

Dark hovered over you again, this time just observing you- your body language.

"I thought I was closer than this... alright then." He got up again, then taking off the blazer he had one, now revealing the vest that covered his white button-down. He then rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and hands to their complete power.

Dark then took something out of his back pocket. Something metallic- and he flicked it open. The moonlight reflected off the sharp edges.

"You know your safeword." He reminded you, you nodding in return. The flattened edge of the pocket blade hovered over your thighs.

He stood at the side of the bed, still in the way of your direct light with the moon, but still had a light on where he wanted it the most.

"Oh so bare thighs you have, pet- I can remedy that." Dark glided the tip of the knife just barely at your skin, making you jolt in shock.

You felt a slight sting when you did move, causing him to lean to your face, pressing his free hand onto your throat.

"I suggest staying still if you don't want to suffer the consequences." His tone was stern. One wrong move and you would be out of there with more than a mark.

You nodded quickly, his grip on your throat loosened, but was still there- just keeping you still as best as he could. The restrains sure did help.

The tip of the knife went back onto your skin, not enough to break any tissue- but to feel a sharp edge. It was cold, it honestly felt even colder than the ice, but maybe that's the point.

It then started, you felt a much more striking sting, the warm blood trickling down into your inner thighs and onto the black bedding beneath you. You whimpered, your breath hitching as he continued making his art on your thigh. Tears began to pool at the edges of your eyes- an occasional few drops slid down your face into your hair.

"Keep breathing and it will hurt less, I promise," Dark said, not looking at you while you stared at his shadowed body standing by you.

He is very perceptive, monitoring you at all times- it was very helpful.

After a couple of minutes, you felt him lean over, applying pressure onto the bed as he began to lick up some of the blood that was still on your thigh. Although it was one way to clean up, it was still a painful one as his tongue glided over the mark he left on you.

"Would you like to see it?" He went over to the end table, grabbing a handheld mirror.

You didn't respond, so he showed you anyways. He reflected the mirror in a way so you can see his signature, carved into your right thigh. It was bloody but perfectly outlined.

You only could react in a muffled whimper as you bit your lip, the pain the only thing on your mind. You had a love/hate relationship with it.

"The stinging will be gone soon, there will be many other things for you to focus on, don't worry Bunny." Dark set down the mirror and knife on the end table.

As much as he seemed to be caring and nurturing over you, how you're doing- you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this state, in this pain he's causing. This way of submitting and letting him do this to you, yet you think you're fighting it. Pitiful.

Isn't it fun when a thought pops up in your head, and it isn't even yours?

For what seemed like an impulse, Dark went to the foot of the bed, undoing the shackles that were on your feet. One after another, you scrunched your leg, sort of defending yourself- a shield in a way. But, would it block him from getting what he truly desires.

Dark knew you would react this way, unfortunately. His goal by the end of this all is to embed himself into your mind, submitting to him instantly- no fear, no doubt, just him.

He slid a box out from under the supported bed- a thin yet sturdy black rope was now in his possession.

You watched him in silence as he began to grip onto your leg, tying a knot around your thigh, wrapping it around to your calf. The only audible thing was your breathy whimpers and the friction of the rope and his aggressive clutch.

He then did the same to your other leg, now both legs bound their respective calves. You lied there, on your back, each hand-tied cuffed to the ropes on the opposing corners on the headboard, and legs wounded in a beautiful black rope.

"Thank you for being so patient, princess."

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uh-huh.

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

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Making a blurb for it right now hun <3

For the character- you never know who it may be <3

okay but has anyone made an imagine with Billy or Steve with this song or no??? it came out in 1983 (came out around April so, it can be the reader having a Sixteen Candles moment with either Billy or Steve in the current year 1985 obviously but whatever floats your hair boat)

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Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!

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My Dreams are Always Cruel to Me

Music Behind It: Song for the Sleepless (click here) Summary: Steve comes over for something he regrets telling you, so he does it harshly.

Genre: Sad Fluff

Warnings: Sad stuff, i guess.

A/N: I feel like trash, so I came up with this. Maybe add another part if anyone wants it!

Steve sat there next to you, looking at you with empty eyes. I'm so sorry" He mumbles. He avoids eye contact afterward, looking down at his fumbling fingernails. It hurt to hear him say that, you never knew this was the end. The end of your happiness with him. He was so forward and direct, so out of the blue. "I still want to be friends-" he was interrupted by your claim "You never told me. Why did you never tell me.." You say, your voice going in and out, trying to hold in your tears as you sit crisscrossed on your large bed.

"I just lost the feeling." Steve finally came up with the answer. You look at him. "That fast?" You look at him, trying to see if he really means this in his hazel eyes. "I said, I'm so sorry." Steve turns his head, looking out the window. The rain poured against it. "Go." You mumble. "W-what?" Steve leans down, looking at your eyes, they are filled with tears, real tears. he hated seeing you cry. "Just, go!" You choke up, almost yelling at him. You point at the open door. He furrows his eyebrows as he gets up to walk out, grabbing his black jacket off the edge of your bed on his way out.

When he reaches the front door. He stops. Your sobs into your pillows echoed around the vacant house. He couldn't do this to you, to himself. But, he had to. He left a letter at the door as he walked outside and closed it. He walked over when it was so sunny and nice, now it's dark and pouring rain. His hoodie drenched as he walked home. You cried yourself to sleep, from confusion and grief of what just happened.

When you woke up, you ran downstairs, hoping to see him there, waiting. He wasn't, but what was in his place was a letter. You picked it up, your name was written on it, in perfect cursive. You couldn't help but release a tear down your cheek, as it drops onto the paper. You open it, reading what it had to say.

'Y/N,

Hey, I know what I did must've hurt. I didn't say why I'm leaving because- it hurts enough for me to say it. I care about you a ton, but you know I have to go somehow. My family is moving, and I'm coming to. San Francisco. I don't want some longterm relationship, as my last was awful. Just know I love you, and always will.

-Steve

'

You lost it, dropping to your knees. That's how he would say goodbye? Really?  He could've given you a hug, a memory of him. Instead, he gave you a letter, a small one. He never told you how much he cared about you. But maybe he will in the future. Whenever that may be. You want to say goodbye, in person.

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Sneak Peek: A Night with His Family

Warnings: None Genre: Fluff Summary: You finally meet Jesse’s family, for dinner. 

A/N: This is a Full House Fanfiction! And also no where near done, I believe. You walk down the busy streets of San Fransisco 1992, watching the cars drive past you. The streets you cross were full of diverse individuals from around the globe. As you walk down the final street around Six PM on that Wednesday evening, you see the pristine residence of the Tanners. You sigh, getting yourself ready for the big and joyous looking family indoors. You stroll up the small stairs and ring the doorbell next to the large doors. There was a faint voice inside saying 'coming! I'm coming'.

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Dustin's Moving Night

Summary: Dustin finally comes home, to a vacant home and a new pet.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff ish?

A/N: This is pretty short, I used this for a test on a Stranger Things Discord RP server, so enjoy!

Dustin biked up the very boring hill to his house after school, not paying attention to the falling brown leaves around him. His neighborhood was very quiet, filled with older couples who have lived there for decades. Dustin's bike stumbled over something small and slowly stopped. He looks down at the front tire. "Fuuuckkkk" He grumbled. He got off to look at what happened. A nail, again.

Dustin's neighbor Daryl doesn't clean up his work after the wind drifts through the block each evening. "Not again." Dustin scoffs. The front tire deflates more and more til you can see the metal retaining the old tire together.  Dustin huffs as he trots up the steep hill to his final destination. When he reaches his home, he stops there to catch his breath. "Jesus Christ" He coughs. He rested the bike against the side of the house, trying to forget about his bike. He had to study. He hated studying.

Dustin opened the unlocked door, walking into the vacant house. The last time he would ever see this house. They were moving- this was his last night there. All they had left was a TV, snacks, cat food- for their new cat, his turtle, and two beds. His mom was still at work- for some reason. Dustin exhaled sharply as he felt soft fur against his calves. Their cat, Hobbes looked up at him with his hazel eyes. "Hey, Hobbes. How are you doing" Dustin knelt to pet him? Hobbes purred as Dustin ran his fingertips across his cheek.

"I know, it's so strange. We're moving" Dustin frowned softly. He liked that house, even though there was some gory stuff that happened there. He got up to go to his room, the door closed shut- that's how he liked it. He opened the door, to see his turtle. "Hey buddy, missed me?" Dustin asked as he slowly walked over to the turtle's home. The turtle stared blankly at the wall behind him, the usual. He lay back onto his bed, the warmth of his blankets behind him running down his somewhat sweaty back. "I hate jean jackets" He huffs. He liked them, somewhat- just not in this heat.

Dustin sat up, taking his backpack off to grab his textbook Mr. Clarke gave him in Biology. he opened it to a bookmarked page. "Tadpoles.." He hummed. 'Why are we even learning about this?'  Dustin thought to himself. He enjoys being in Mr. Clarke's class, and the topics they learned about- well most of them. Some just seemed unreasonable to him. Like, in what way would TADPOOLS help him in the future? Of course, they're cool- but not to him. He enjoys engineering the most. Being able to build things, learn about that. He couldn't have that class though, this semester. That made him extremely down that year.

Suddenly, there was a click and the sound of a garage opening. His mom was home. Dustin sat up to the sound and ran out of his room to greet her. When Ms. Henderson walked in, she hummed with a joyous tone. "Hey Dusty!" She exclaims. She loves her son with a passion. The light of her world, those shiny pearls of his. "Hey, mom" Dustin waves. His mother sat down her purse on the kitchen counter. "How was school?" She asked, turning around to give Dustin a nice hug. "It was good- I'm good," He said, muffed by her cardigan. "How was your job? Meals on Wheels is good right?" Dustin said as he finally pulled away from the hug. "Yes, yes it was so fine!" His mother smiled.

"Good. I'm glad." Dustin hummed, backing away to lean against the muted color of a wall. "So, we're out of here by seven, so get packing," His mom said, unplugging the TV. "On it mom" He huffed. It took his mind off of studying and the bike, oh lord the bike. Second time this MONTH. If he told his mother, she may not get another bike. He strolled back into his room and shut the door. His exhale was deep, filled with relief. He was fine, good- great.

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Sneak Peek: Heated Showers 18+

A/N: Enjoy a sneak peek of a fanfiction coming out soon. and maybe a series i dont know you tell me man

You sit down on your mothers leather couch with your brother, Dusty and his friends. "Can you please go?" Dustin whines, turning to you after a minute of silence. "Dustin-" You were interrupted by him begging you again. "Fine! Fine! I'll go!" You exclaim. Dustin sighs, and smiles. "Thanks." He responds. His friends finally jump up off the floor, hearing a car pull up to the curb and honk a few times. "He's here!" Lucas says. Earlier, Dustin called Steve to be their carpool to the pool, and after pleading why they should go, Steve finally said yes.

Steve has liked you now for a couple of years- and hasn't been able to let that go (even when he was with Nancy). You know he likes you though, from Dustin. Dustin and Steve gossip all the time about these things, and it just spilled out of him a few days ago. You don't care about it though, because you like him too. Mike, Max, and Lucas ran out to the car, hopping into the back seat. You walk up behind them, in your one-piece swimsuit with black and yellow and pink poke-a-dots spread around it. Your skin glistens softly in the sun as you reach the passenger door handle. Steve leans forward, watching you. You hop in and buckle your seatbelt. You finally turn to glance at him. He finally breaks his gaze by shaking his head. "Hey- uh hi!" Steve exclaims. The kids stare at Steve, wondering what awkward move he will make next.

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Requests are open!

I’m in need of requests- if anyone is interested. 

I’m also open to Full House Fanfictions aswell <3

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Pan, Taurus, Cake Batter <3

if ur lgbt reblog this with ur sexuality, zodiac sign, and whether you prefer cake batter, brownie batter, or cookie dough

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NEW FANFICTION

Check out His New Camaro 18+  Here!

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His New Camaro 18+

Request: 'hi! may i request a billy x reader, where the reader is a top notch mechanic bc her father is one and taught them how to fix cars, and the reader ends up fixing billys car and they flirt every so often in the shop and eventually end up gettin nasty in the back seat of his (newly fixed) camaro? i hope that makes sense lol' I can do this! (I'm so sorry it's a bit late, have been working on a few other requests <3) Warnings: SMUT!, Flirty Billy, Oral (Male), Swearing, Edging, a little little little bit of dry humping, squirting, facefucking, pounding, some overstimulation, just FILTH.

I got into this one I'm sorry okay <3

Word Count: 2.4k

You opened up your father's car repair shop around eight in the morning, not expecting what would come today. A few cars come in- with you fixing their tires or their engine. It was like every normal day. But later that afternoon, a car rolled up- with its engine revving as the mysterious man hits the breaks. You got up from your chair and strolled over to the blue Camaro across the building. "Hey, welcome to the Y/L/N Vehicle Repair Shop!" You exclaim. it was what you're sort of forced to say. The man steps out of his car and shuts it. 

"Hey yeah uh- my car doesn't sound too good. " He says, with his monotoned voice, looking at his car. He assumed that you would act like those girls from his old high school, so he didn't seem to care about giving you eye contact. 'Wow, it's Billy fucking Hargrove.' You thought. He didn't change one bit since High school, nor did you care about that. He occasionally hit on you, but you pushed him away- since your friends got jealous. He finally turns to you and opens his eyes. "Do you think you can fix that-" Billy was interrupted with his surprise. It's you. You look up at him, with a confident smirk as his face was turning bright pink. "Yeah, yeah I can do that for you." You say, writing down notes on your clipboard you had in your hand. "Anything else?" You ask, looking back up at him- like nothing had happened. He looks down at you, licking one of his sharp teeth. "No, no. That's all." He winks.

You nod, expecting more from him. You turn around to walk over to the table behind you, leaning over it to write some more information. Billy looks down at you, in your big blue jumpsuit your father forces you to wear- since it's your uniform.  You finally turning back, clutching a wrench and an oil dispenser from the wooden desk. He jumps, from being spaced out. His eyes linger back to yours as you stand there confused. "Pop the hood." You sigh. "On it, y/n." Billy opens the door and presses the button under the wheel. The lid opens up, and you adjust it to see what you're working with. It was obvious what was wrong.

You raise your eyebrows at him, surprised he'd let his car get to this state of repair. "Is, everything okay?" Billy asks, strolling towards you, to see what you were looking at. "No- no it's not." You shake your head. "Your oil is completely out."  You sigh in frustration. "Oh, I didn't know," Billy remarks, glancing at you. "I can fix that for you, and maybe put some more air in your tires. They seem a bit flat." You look down at your clipboard. "Okay, you're the doctor." He says. You didn't respond to that statement. You are, but it just seemed like he was making fun of you- but he wasn't. You start opening different compartments around the vehicle's engine, as Billy watches you astonished. "Hey, I never expected you were a mechanic. Damn."  Billy remarks as he leans against the drivers' door with his arms crossed. "Yeah, yeah. But, I never expected you to talk so much." You look at him, with a sarcastic smirk.

Billy nods to your statement, somewhat agreeing with you. "Well, it's been a bit- you know. Since we've seen each other. So I figured we can catch up." Billy smiles as you, drop some oil into a compartment in his engine. "Sure. So, what do you want to talk about them? Hm?" You say, not looking up at him. As you close the hood, he follows you when you went towards the blown-out wheel. "Well," He thinks for a moment. "How have you been?" Billy asks, tilting his head. "I've been great. School's out. I'm away from those bitchy popular girls." You said, not looking back up at him as you take out a few bolts in his tire with your wrench. "Hmph, I'm glad you've been well" Billy sighs. He had never seen you be so aggressive about someone. It was odd. You were that sweet little girl- but with an attitude at school. "Mhm, I am too." You nod. "They are bitches. Whores." Billy remarks. You look up at him, astonished that he would say something like that about his crowd.

"Why would you say that?" You asked as the tire started to fill with air. "Billy winces for a second and looks down at you. "Well, they're just not my type." Billy shrugs. "Then, what is your type?" You got up to look at him in his eyes. You were so close to his face, lips almost touching. "I-" Billy started getting rosy cheeks as you interrupted him with a light and quick kiss. "I know the answer." You giggle. You always wanted to do that- like any other, but you felt like it was different. You had to lure him into that and had been doing so for these last two years. It worked.  As you pull away you start to burst out laughing. Oh lord, his face. It was too much for you to handle. Billy never expected that. "What?" Billy chuckles, running his hand through his thick hair. "Nothing, Billy. You just didn't expect that." You add on, as you turn off the air and screwed on those bolts again.  "Well, I kind of liked it though." He said, leaning back onto the front of the car as he licks his bottom lip just to taste you again.  you shrug. You liked it too, you loved it.

You look around, all the other tires are fine. "Okay, that comes to a total of 50 dollars." You grab your clipboard and held out your hand to grab his cash. "Ah- okay," Billy mutters, grabbing his dark blue leathered wallet from his denim back pocket. "Here." He says, giving you a hundred. "Billy- you need extra cash or somethin'?" You look down at the bill and back up at him. You never knew he had this type of cash. "No, it's the tip."  Billy scoffed. What the actual fuck. You never got a tip. "Fine." You smirk. You ring him up in the old cash register next to you. "You're good to g-" You were interrupted by a passionate kiss, as Billy's hand drifts down the grasp your waist. You stood there, shocked- but then started to get into it.

A muffled whimper slipped out of your mouth, with Billy slipping his tongue into your mouth. The taste of cigarettes and a bit of vanilla on his tongue moved onto yours, as his hands started to unbutton your overalls. You press on his chest with the palms of your hands to break away the kiss. "Wait- not here." You look up into his lustful eyes. He steps away, to open the backseat door next to you both. You hop into the car, rolling off your overalls. Today was the day to wear your favorite laced panties. Billy's mouth waters as he sees your true body shape. You're so beautiful. "Holy shit." He mutters beneath his heavy breath as he hovers over you, kissing down your jaw to your neck and collarbone. You normally don't wear a bra at work, since the overalls give enough support.

His palms snaked down your shoulders to your breasts, playing with the nipples between his two fingers. Your light whimpers muffled by his harsh kisses as he slides his lips back up to your mouth, your purple hickeys on your collarbone and neck starting to show up. Billy starts to grind against your core, his jean-covered erection creating friction causing him to grunt. His hands slide down from your breasts to his belt, unbuckling it and tossing it off into the front seat. You pushed away his hands from his jeans, as you unbutton them and slide them down his waist to his knees. "Eager one, aren't you princess." He growls, biting your earlobe. You moan at that remark. You are eager, so so eager. You feel his erection against his boxers, caressing it with your fingertips as the precum stains the bright blue boxers. He starts to caress your neck with his lips and tongue, and behind your ear.

Billy eventually started getting more desirous and slid down his boxers, revealing his almost twitching dick. You look up at him through your long lashes, as he crawled above you, his dick moving towards your mouth. You move your hands to the base of his cock, licking it barely from the base to the tip, as Billy's breaths hitch as you go over his favorite spot. You then start to suck the tip, then to the base suddenly, bottoming him out as he gasps above you, filling your mouth to the back of your throat, still some of his extra length covered by your hand. His hips buck in a spasm, as he starts to facefuck you. Billy leans over against the window of the backseat, looking down at you taking his enormous erection. You moan underneath him as you start to play with your clit, rubbing it lightly to tease yourself in a figure-8 motion.

Billy starts to go faster, resting his head on his forearms as he stares into your eyes, and then looking down at his dick going in and out of your mouth. As you hear him starting to moan a little more- his dick starts to pulsate in your mouth. You suddenly pull him away, and he leans back. His dick covered in a mixture of spit and precum. His breaths were narrow as he was so close to cumming then and there. Billy looks into your eyes- somewhat angry that you edged him. But, he was happy about it. He moves back to lean down onto you, his dick rubbing against your stomach as he kisses you, his soft and precious lips going down your jaw. As he does so, you align his wet dick to your heat, moving your panties aside for him. He thrusts into you harshly- causing you to scream his name.

He holds your arms over your head as he pounds you- almost rocking the car. "This is what you get, babygirl" Billy growls. One of his hands slid down between your bodies, reaching your wet clit. He rubs it quickly- matching the pace of his thrusts. You felt his heavy breaths against his chest, as your legs begin to quiver. His hand came up from your clit to slide against your jaw as you shut your eyes. "You close princess?" He growls, resting his forehead on yours. You nod vigorously as you bite your lip. "Look at me when you cum, okay." He orders you, with a nice calm voice. "Okay, d-daddy." You whimper. He never hears you sound that desperate for something- or that name. It gave him the initiative to continue, pounding harder and harder into you, swiftly rubbing against your G-spot nonstop.

Billy feels you squeeze him as you cum all over him. The seat beneath you is drenched with your wetness. You didn't know you could even do that. You scream out billy's name. "B-Billy!" It was something you can never forget. He digs his head into the crook of his neck, as his growls turned into light moans as he cums in you, his thrusts becoming more scattered as you feel him pulsate in you. He lays there on you for a few minutes, just feeling inside of you. It was a very comforting feeling for him. "Can we stay like this for a while?" he asks, his voice was low, as his breath dissipates behind your ear. You nod. He was still twitching in you, and sometimes slowly thrusts into you, remembering the feeling he had a few minutes ago. You would whimper after it, from the sensitivity. He would turn you onto your side, spooning you.

Billy would reach around to your clit, gently rubbing it as he thrusts into you. He would rest his head around your shoulder. "I have to go princess." You would squirm, from the over-stimulation- making his dick go in further than it had before, stretching you out a little bit. Billy would moan, feeling his whole dick go into you. "No.." You'd whine. "I'm sorry, my dad wants me home." He would grumble. He despised his father. You would start to ride him slowly, begging him to stay. "Babygirl, you don't want to make daddy horny again." He growls. You giggle, you do want him to be that monster again. "Just a quick one?" You pout as you look over your shoulder to wait for his reaction.

"Fine, a really quick one." He sighs and starts to thrust his growing erection into you. You cover your mouth with your hand- muffling your overstimulated screams. His skin slaps against yours as you feel him rams into your wet core. Billy bites your shoulder, as you feel his precum fill you up to a little. His hand moves up to grasp onto your waist, bringing you closer to him, as he forcefully hits your G-spot. You squirt all over him again, biting your finger as your screams fill the car. Bily bites harder as he fills you to your brim with his cum. He throws his head back, breathing heavily, and moaning between his breaths.

He pulls out of you, his cum spilling out of your pussy. You turn around to look in his eyes. His baby blue eyes. You kiss him, resting your leg over his. He rests his hands on your neck, kissing you back. "That was great." You sigh. Billy nods, kissing you again.

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