#and he likes watching you walk around your place in his clothes

[pinkandblueblurbs]

pls if this is too weird or dark ignore but anthony showing his brothers how to fuck a woman properly and get her aroused n shit and they’re all fully clothed still(including anthony) and they’re asking questions and trying out what they can and eventually she’s completely fucked out

good, honorable men

anthony bridgerton x fem!reader x colin bridgerton x benedict bridgerton. no incest, slight dubcon, fingering, oral, period/canon typical misogyny, d/s dynamics, power imbalance, voyeuristic themes, mention of prostitution, hair gripping.

a/n: this isn’t totally like your request, she doesn’t necessarily get fucked out and i made it more about how to treat a lady when you take her virginity than about pleasuring a woman, but i hope you still like it :,))

word count: 2.4k

“Sit up here- just like that.” Anthony murmurs as you settle on the edge of his desk, the wood cold and smooth against the bare skin of your ass. Your cheeks are hot with the embarrassment of sitting, fully nude, in the private study of your husband’s family home.

“Anthony, are you quite sure about this? I-“

“Darling, I thought we’d agreed that you would behave yourself.” Anthony says, somewhat impatiently, making you bite your lip. “Which includes not questioning me, does it not?” You nod shyly, watching as he takes your discarded clothes and drapes them neatly over the back of his chair.

“My apologies, sir. I’m just a bit nervous, I suppose.” You murmur, and when Anthony looks at you his face softens- if only slightly.

“Well you needn’t be. My brothers are good, honorable men. They shall not judge you, nor will they allow what they see to leave this room.” He walks around his desk so he’s beside you, close enough to rest a hand on your knee, which is turned primly inwards. “They merely wish to learn. And I, as their eldest brother, have the responsibility of teaching them.”

You open your mouth, but before you can speak there’s a sharp rap of knuckles against wood. Anthony grins. “Ah, there they are now. Just be good, as always, and you shall be fine.” He delivers a pat to your thigh before turning and striding across the room, leaving you exposed on his desk, heart hammering in your chest.

“Brothers, please come in.” Anthony says once he opens the door, stepping aside and revealing Benedict and Colin- or rather, revealing you to them. Benedict’s lip is curled up in a sly smirk as he steps into the room, while behind him Colin’s grinning like a cat who got the cream, and their intent stares are enough to have your breath hitching. Quickly, one arm flies to cover your breasts, and the other brings a hand over your mound, though there’s little left to cover there with how tightly your thighs are pressed together.

“Hi there, dearest. God, look at how pretty you are.” Benedict says as he places his hands on his hips, his eyes trailing up and down what’s still visible of your body.

“I am quite surprised Anthony lasts past a single thrust.” Colin quips, shooting your husband a teasing grin.

“Oh hush, you.” He mutters while Benedict snickers, but a subtle smile betrays his own amusement. “Though she is pretty, isn’t she?” Anthony stalks over to you, easily grabbing your wrists and yanking them away from your body, ignoring your nervous whimper. “Hands at your sides, darling, let them really see you.”

Your cheeks are on fire as three pairs of eyes hungrily take in the sight of your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the slightly chilled air in the room.

“Good god…” Colin breathes out as he stares. You can’t help but notice the slight bulge already visible in the front of the young man’s trousers.

“Why don’t you both take a seat and we can get started.” Anthony offers, gesturing to the two chairs facing you. You watch as the men get settled- Benedict leaning back with one leg over the other, lounging comfortably, and Colin sitting leaned forward, elbows on his knees, as if he’s trying to get as good a view as possible despite being mere feet away.

“Now, laying with a lady whose purity is intact is quite different than fucking the prostitutes you’re both familiar with.” Anthony starts as he steps up beside you. “You’ll want to take things much slower. She’s bound to be nervous, of course, but you don’t want to truly frighten her. I am sure you both know to start with kissing. From there you want to kiss her neck whilst you undress her,” he reaches up and ghosts his knuckles down the side of your throat, making an example of the way you shiver at the gentle touch. “This will ensure she is relaxed enough for you to rid her of her clothes. And then, you can move on to her breasts.”

You gasp when his large hands move to cup your mounds, kneading the soft flesh with an unusual tenderness. “You don’t want to be too harsh for the first time, gentle touches will be best.” He strokes the pads of thumbs over your nipples, and grip the edges of his desk with a soft, airy whimper. “Chances are her nipples will be very sensitive, as she has not been touched there by anyone else before. If she reacts well to the touch,” he gently rolls the hard bud between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a soft moan from your lips, “then keep it up. Such stimulation is a very good way to get her aroused.”

“And I’m assuming you know that she is reacting well if she’s making noises like that?” Benedict asks with a smirk, the question half teasing of your little gasps and mewls. Anthony chuckles.

“Precisely, brother.” Anthony keeps up his attentions to your breasts, kneading and rubbing and pinching gently, giving his brothers a few moments to watch and take in his technique. You try to ignore that they’re staring at you, your eyes squeezed shut tightly to block them out, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling their eyes as they burn into you.

“Now, if you’ve been successful with your kissing and touches, her body should be ready for penetration.” One of Anthony’s hands leaves your breast to tap the outside of your knee, which is still tilted inwards. “Open your thighs, love, allow them to see how wet you are.”

“My Lord…” you murmur shyly, opening your eyes to gaze at Anthony with obvious embarrassment. You barely hear Colin snicker and murmur almost inaudibly to the second eldest.

“She uses his title? Even in bed?”

“Does that truly surprise you, Colin?” Benedict whispers back. “You have met our brother, haven’t you?”

Both men laugh quietly to themselves while Anthony, ignoring their aside, taps demandingly at your knee once again. “Open them.”

At the obvious command in his tone you finally obey, allowing your thighs to fall apart and reveal your core to the three men in the room. You shiver as, along with their intent gazes, cool air meets your wet folds.

“Bloody hell, she’s soaked.” Benedict murmurs, enraptured by the sight of your glistening slick. Your cheeks burn hot at his words, but a glance at Anthony tells you he feels more pride than embarrassment.

“That is how you know you’ve prepared her properly.” Your husband delineates, stroking one hand over your shoulder and down your back, subtly soothing you. “Since you’ll likely be above her, unable to see between her legs, you must feel to ensure that she’s ready for you.” You shiver as the hand not on your back trails down your stomach from your breast, approaching your cunt. When he makes first contact you gasp softly, his calloused fingers feeling the perfect amount of rough against your sensitive flesh.

“Sir…” you choke out as he swipes two digits up your slit, spreading the moisture that has gathered there. He shushes you softly, not to silence you, but rather to soothe your evident apprehension.

“Not only will touching her cunt allow you to feel how wet she is, it will further her arousal and get her used to having your attentions there.”

“I would not mind putting my attentions there.” Benedict quips, watching with rapt attention as Anthony’s fingers stroke over your pussy. Anthony grins, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you when he pulls his hand away.

“In that case, brother, be my guest.” He offers, stepping further to your side rather than angled slightly in front of you. Your eyes widen and you look at your husband. Benedict and Colin share your shocked expression.

“Are you in earnest?” Colin asks, though an eager grin is already creeping in in place of his slack mouth. Anthony nods, and your heart races in your chest

“Is experience not the best way to learn? Come on, you may touch her.” Both brothers turn to exchange a ravenous glance before they’re on their feet, moving to cross the negligible space between you. At your side, Anthony must catch on to the way your body trembles slightly, because he rubs once more across your back, leaning down to murmur in your ear.

“You are perfectly okay, my love. You needn’t be so worried.” His words do serve to console you somewhat, and you take a deep breath, looking up at the two other men. Benedict offers you an earnest, gentle expression, reaching out very slowly towards the apex of your thighs.

“Is this alright?” His murmurs, his low baritone seemingly reverberating through you. You offer him a nod, unable to deny the thrill of excitement that passes through you at the thought of his touch.

With your permission he makes contact with your cunt, his deft fingers swiping through your folds to test your moisture only briefly before quickly finding their place on your clitoris. You let out a breathy moan in response to the circles he draws there, your eyes threatening to flutter closed in pleasure.

“Good girl…” Anthony murmurs, praising your willingness. The words make you whimper and clench around nothing, and Colin chuckles.

“She likes to be praised, does she?” The youngest observes, reaching out to knead gently at the flesh of your right breast. You notice his fingers are far softer than you’re used to.

“She does,” Anthony responds with a smirk. “I have found that most women do. Ample reassurance is always very helpful.”

Colin hums as he continues his ministrations, Benedict too focused entirely on the movements of his fingers against your clit.

“Let me have a go, brother.” Colin insists after a moment, letting go of your breasts in favor of lightly smacking Benedict’s hand away from your cunt. His own fingers soon replace it, and as you let out a moan you find yourself grateful that you aren’t left without pleasurable touch for long.

“Clean his fingers, darling.” Anthony murmurs, reaching up to tangle his fingers in your hair, effectively holding your still. Glancing at Benedict you can’t miss the blatant desire in his eyes. You slowly let your lips fall apart, keeping your eyes on his as he brings his two fingers, drenched in your slick, to your mouth. You dutifully suck them clean, swirling your tongue and suctioning rhythmically, careful not to involve your teeth. Benedict groans lowly.

“Anthony, you lucky bastard.” He mutters under his breath. You feel a surge of pride at his apparent jealousy, and you’re sure Anthony’s similarly arrogant.

Benedict pulls his fingers from your mouth just when Colin plunges two of his own inside your cunt. The sudden intrusion makes you jolt and cry out, Anthony quickly grabbing hold of you at your waist and the small of your back to keep you steady.

“Good god, Colin, you could give the poor girl some warning.” Benedict reprimands lightly, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You pant wildly as Colin thrusts his fingers at a delicious, though shallow, pace.

“Oh come on, I know we are pretending, but it is not as if she’s truly a blushing virgin.” Colin reasons with a grin, making your cheeks burn for what must be the millionth time. “She’s fine.” He looks at you when he crooks his fingers into that perfect spot, a cheeky glint in his eyes. You moan brokenly and your toes curl. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nod at first, but a sharp pinch delivered by Anthony to your outer thigh prompts you to choke out a weak “yes, Colin.”

Benedict’s hand moves across your body to give your right breast some attention, and before your left can mourn the loss he leans down, licking over your nipple with the flat of his tongue, much to your surprise. You can’t help but think that whatever “education” the men planned to be getting has been all but abandoned.

“My Lord… I do not think….” Your words are interrupted by a moan when Colin’s thumb swipes over your slit and you have to take a moment to recenter yourself before continuing. “I will not last.”

Colin’s gaze rises away from your cunt at the admittance, excitement clear in his eyes along with the grin that forms on his lips. He seems to double his efforts, pumping his fingers and driving them into your g-spot with every thrust, his thumb wiping back and forth swiftly over your clit. Benedict reacts similarly, sucking fervently on one nipple and tugging gently at the other. Pleasure builds rapidly in your gut, and you look at Anthony with desperation.

“Sir, please, may I?” You moan out, trembling with the effort to stave off your orgasm until you have your husband’s permission. Anthony hums, feigning pensiveness.

“Well…. You have been good, haven’t you?”

“Of course she has,” Benedict murmurs against your breast, pressing a sweet kiss beside your nipple before latching onto it once more.

“Do not be cruel to the poor thing, brother.” Colin adds, his fingers making an obscene sound as they pump into your soaked channel. Anthony smirks, grasping the back of your neck, ready to stabilize you.

“Go ahead, my love. Let go.” You relax as soon as the words leave him, your eyes squeezing shut along with your thighs with the force of your orgasm. Your whole body trembles with pleasure, Colin working you through it with his fingers.

“Good god, she’s so tight when she cums.” Colin grits out, struggling to continue his movements. Benedict’s gazing at your face, pupils blown.

“And she looks absolutely beautiful.”

You’re shuddering through the aftershocks when you finally have the wherewithal to open your eyes, finding the two brothers still gazing at you hungrily. Colin pulls his fingers free from your cunt with a shameful squealch.

“Well, I’d consider that a successful lesson.” Anthony says humorously, smirking at his two brothers as he supports your lax form against him, stroking your side.

“I certainly learned a lot.” Colin quips back. Benedict chuckles.

“As did I. Perhaps next time we could brush up on our oral skills?”

[indiefilmfatale]

go ahead, touch yourself (steve harrington x afab gn reader)

gif by disdaidal ^ plot: you and steve are new roommates and are still establishing boundaries content warnings: graphic language, masturbation, fingering, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, steve loves getting his hair pulled word count: 2.8k a/n: based off of some djo lyrics that make me absolutely feral... as well as this gif..... i'm losing my sanity over this fcking man takes place between s3 and s4! taglist: @cuddlingwithharry (send me an ask be to added to a taglist!)

You were standing in front of your full length mirror. Your eyes scanned up and down yourself in contemplation, brow slightly scrunched.

You hear a pair of footsteps pass your room. "Steve can you come here for a sec?" You call, and the footsteps stop. You watch your doorknob twist and the door open at a medium pace; by the time Steve's whole figure appears on the other side he's putting a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. He was in a crewneck and cotton basketball shorts

"We're out of Cheerios if that's what you're about to ask." He says with his mouth full.

You chuckle, brow furrowing. "What? No."

"Oh, okay, what's up?" He walks in immediately and sits on your bed, taking another bite with a small slurp.

You turn to face him, holding your arms out out awkwardly next to you. "What do you think of this outfit?" You asked with genuine concern.

"Um," Steve's head tilts, properly scanning you. "Turn for me."

You can't help but feel a little embarrassed as you turn around until you face him again. He nods slowly, chewing, looking like he's really thinking about it. Until his face relaxes, "Yeah I don't know why I told you to turn I have no idea if that's a good outfit or not."

"UGH, Steve!" You groan. "I really need your help! I'm fucking nervous!"

His head cocks back in confusion, "Why?"

You sigh, "I'm going on a date, okay? And it's my first one since Jessie fucking," You swallow. "Broke my heart, so," You turn back to your reflection and look yourself in the eye. "I don't know, maybe I shouldn't go."

"Y/N, it's been two months since that asshole kicked you out of his apartment. You should go." You heard Steve from behind you. He takes another bite. "Seriously."

You contemplate his words. You had spent those two months in and out of a depressive episode. Luckily you had found a cheap enough place to move to after a week staying in Nancy's basement, but you could only stretch it with a roommate. Steve, who had still been living in under the roof of his asshole dad, gladly agreed. But moving just gave you a bigger space to wallow in. You hadn't even started unpacking anything besides your pajamas and your work clothes until about an hour ago.

"So my outfit is okay, then?" You ask him, meeting his eyes through the reflection of the mirror.

Steve offers a sheepish smile, "Again, no idea." He sighs. You can't help but chuckle this time. "But you look great."

You and Steve stare at each other through the mirror, both of you seemingly holding something back. You clear your throat and turn around, facing him again. "Okay, get out now, I have to jerk off."

Steve's whole body jolts at your words. "What?"

"That's what you do before a date, so the sexual tension doesn't overwhelm the evening." You tap your head with your finger. "So you can think."

Steve chortles; he thinks you're joking. He seems to be frozen sitting on your bed, holding his mostly-empty cereal bowl on his thigh, staring at you as you stare back at him expectingly. "Oh my god, you're serious?" He laughs in astonishment. "You jerk off?"

You crossed your arms, "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Uh, I mean," His eyes wander the ceiling. "I guess not. I just, I don't know, can't really picture you doing it."

You pursed your lips, "Then don't, weirdo."

Steve laughs again, but this time much more forced. The energy has suddenly shifted in the room but neither of you can describe how. Steve's still just sitting there.

"He's gonna be here in like 30 minutes, Steve–"

"Fine, fine," He throws his arms up in surrender, holding the bowl at the right angle so it doesn't spill. He stands and makes his way to your bedroom door, using his free hand to shut it.

You catch a glimpse of his face just as the door closes over it, and hear him mumble something that sounded like "Have fun." in a monotonous tone.

Steve sat on his bed, empty cereal bowl on his nightstand, staring at the wall. He didn't really know what to do with himself.

He could go into the living room and watch TV, but that would mean passing your bedroom door. And he really didn't want you to hear him walk past your door, knowing that he knew what you were doing, and think he was some kind of pervert.

Still, his mind kept wandering back to your room, your eyes, your fingers. His brow furrows as he swallows. He couldn't tell if he was thankful or spiteful the walls to the apartment were so thick.

But then he starts thinking about what you would sound like, and oh god, he's hard now. Why had he never thought about you like this before? Steve can't think of a good enough answer.

He waits for you to leave for your date to get in the shower and jerk off. But when he does, you're the only thing on his mind. Your fingers pulsing in and out of your entrance, becoming damper from your own arousal. He imagine it's your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him, as you touched yourself. Then he thought about you feeling yourself get wetter because you were stroking him, and he's done for.

He cums from that thought alone. The shower water hitting his chest, his jaw hanging open, low moans echoing throughout the bathroom. One hand presses firmly onto the tile wall beside him for support, the other finishes himself off into the shower drain.

He washes himself down and gets out of the shower. Throwing a towel around his waste, he combs his hair back in the mirror. When he opens the door, he nearly falls backward at the sight of you standing in the hallway.

"Y/N, what the fu-" He catches himself and stands up straight, hand gripping his towel to keep it wrapped around him. "How– What– Um," He stutters, then clears his throat. "What are you doing here?"

"I bailed on the date." You say, your eyes struggling not to wander downward from Steve's face. You point at the bathroom, "Were you...?" You trail.

Steve decides to play it cool. "Was I what?"

You meet his eye, and you sense a twinge of panic that makes you hold yourself back from embarrassing him. You already knew the answer. "Nothing," You drop your hands to your side. "I'm gonna go to bed."

Steve opens his mouth to say something, but holds himself back as he watches you turn around toward your bedroom. He sighs, "Goodnight."

You glance at him from over your shoulder for only a second, "Goodnight, Steve."

About two hours had passed and neither you or Steve had gotten an ounce of sleep. Steve had spent it swimming in embarrassment, trying to think of the perfect thing to say to you when he sees you the next morning– trying to erase the thought that you heard him jerking off in the shower.

Meanwhile, you replayed the moment in your mind over and over. Your core twinging at the very memory if his muffled moans from the bathroom.

You didn't want to bail on your date, and you wouldn't have if you hadn't idiotically told Steve you were going to masturbate before you did. You and Steve never talked about stuff like that, which was probably why he was so surprised when you had mentioned it.

And when you lied down to do it, hand slipping into the jeans you had just asked his opinion for, you tried to excite yourself about your date. Peter was really cute, and you two had a tangible amount of chemistry. But for some reason, your mind kept going back to how sweaty Steve had gotten just a moment ago.

You weren't blind. You knew you were attracted to Steve. But he was Steve– He was basically a brown Labrador in a polo shirt. And he was one of your best friends.

But these salient points tend to cloud in the heat of passion. Steve was what got you to the finish line– you couldn't help but imagine if his fingers were down your underwear, fingering you senselessly as you writhed under his touch. You came quicker than you usually do.

That made it pretty hard to focus on anyone else. You realized this as you waited outside for Peter, but couldn't bring yourself to think of anyone beside Steve. Why had you never thought about him like this before?

You checked your watch, 7:48. You could probably still catch Peter at his house. You rushed to the payphone outside your apartment building, made up some excuse about feeling under the weather, and went upstairs.

Steve doesn't hear you walk into the apartment, even though the door is cracked open a smidge. You only start to hear the shower running when you get to the hallway. And then a low echo of a grunt.

You freeze in your place, stomach dropping to the floor.

The grunts turn into breathy moans, and you can't move. Your mouth agape, you feel your breath become shallow. Arousal is pooling at your entrance now as you hear Steve reach his climax.

You press your back against the hallway wall and catch your breath. And then you realize what you were doing and let out a silent chuckle. You should go back to your room, pretend you never heard a damn thing. But part of you wants to face this head on. You haven't felt this brave in months.

And then the door opens, and you see his face flush with embarrassment, and you chicken out.

But your mind is still there, in the hallway, even though you are now lying in your dark room in silence. You should go talk to him, you thought to yourself. That's what adults do about these things, they talk them through.

Steve hears your door open and soft footsteps stop outside his bedroom. He can see the shadow of your legs from the crack above the floor. He stands up.

"Steve?" You say softly, a gentle knock on the white wood of his door.

Steve opens the door, and you meet eyes. You open your mouth to speak, but the words get caught on your throat. Part of you is trying to find something, anything, to say. Another part of you is losing yourself in Steve's eyes. His hair is a little disheveled and he doesn't have a shirt on, just a pair of sweatpants.

There was nothing you wanted to say, you realize. You just wanted him.

So instead of talking, you leap forward, grab his face by both cheeks and bring it to yours. His arm wraps around your back, taken aback by the kiss for only a second before leaning into it. You push Steve backward and shut his door behind you.

The kiss grows more passionate by the second, sloppy and open mouthed. When Steve's tongue slides against yours, you moaned. A whiny, soft sound that sent a rush of blood straight to Steve's groin. You wrap your arms around Steve's neck, pulling him even closer.

God, he was a good fucking kisser. He put all of his focus into it, devouring you, moving his mouth against yours in a way that left you breathless. You could feel his hard-on against your stomach.

"I want you, Steve," You whined against his lips. "I want you inside me."

Steve, speechless and panting, nodded. He kissed you again, this time guiding you toward his bed until the mattress hits the back of your knees. He tugged at the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms to pull it over your head. He palms one of your boobs as he kisses down your neck.

You take the opportunity to reach down and palm him through his sweatpants. You can tell he's not wearing underwear. He groans against your collarbone, his hot breath hitting your skin and giving you goosebumps.

He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your thighs. You pull away from him and sit on his bed, lifting your legs so he can tug them off. He tosses them to the floor, then wraps his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulls those down your legs too. You watch him stare at your cunt with a hunger you've never seen in your best friend before.

"C'mere," You nudge your head in his direction. His gaze meets your's again and he kneels on his bed. You spread your legs so he could sit between them. He leans forward, using his arms to hold himself over you, and kisses you again. Still just as hungry and desperate, if not more so.

You feel a hand snake down to your core, as Steve begins to spread your arousal up and down your folds. You shudder at the touch, moaning against his lips. He pulls back from the kiss, "Is this okay?"

His fingers brush your clit and your breath hitches. "Mmhm," Is all you can manage to get out.

Then he pulls his hand away. Your eyes open to see what he's doing– He grabs your own hand resting on his bicep and guides it downward. "Touch yourself," Steve kisses your shoulder. "I wanna see what you like." He kisses your collarbone.

Your fingers rub your swollen clit, quickly getting lost in the sensation. Eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Steve kisses your stomach, your hip, the inside of your thigh.

When you open your eyes he's resting on his stomach between your thighs, face hovering over your cunt. You continue making wide, sloppy circles around your bead.

Then you feel a finger pump into you and you gasp, "F-Fuck, Steve."

Steve kisses your hand as you work over yourself. He adds another finger and you're in heaven, head falling backward as his fingers filled you. Then you feel his tongue snake between your fingers, right on your bundle of nerves.

His tongue replacing your fingers, you bring your hand to his hair. And when his tongue touches your sweetest point, you pull hard on his thick brown locks, earning a moan from him against your skin.

Steve takes note of the spot and begins to suck, his lips wrapping around your clit in the most perfect way. You pull even harder on his hair and he sucks even tighter. His fingers curve upward slightly and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum, drawn-out and ragged moans spilling from your lips.

Your pussy is convulsing around his fingers, and he maintains his pace until you come down from your high. When he brings his face back to you, his lips are swollen and his cheeks flushed. You kiss him, tasting your own arousal.

Without breaking the series of kisses, you pull his sweatpants down. His cock springs upward as the waistband frees it, and you begin to pump him half-heartedly, distracted by his tongue dipping into your mouth.

Steve pulls away and guides his hips to meet your entrance. When he pushes into you, it's slow and dragged out, bottoming you out and filling you to the brim. Steve moans as he pulls back, and the sound sends you into a spiral again. You can feel yourself wanting him more and more by the second.

You clench around him as he pumps into you again, and Steve's head tilts downward to watch himself sink into your pussy. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N." He says as he looks back up at you.

You grab his face and pull him into another kiss. His lips trail to your cheeks to your neck, as he starts to go at faster pace. You dig your hands into his hair and grip harder with each thrust. Steve moans against your neck, hot breath hitting your skin.

You reach down to rub your clit the same way you did before, and you feel Steve's back hunch so he can watch your fingers. "Love seeing you–" He grunts, hips moving faster. "Fucking touch yourself, shi-it."

You feel another high coming just as his thrusts become sloppier. Your back arches under him as your second climax washes over you, your moans getting more and more desperate.

Steve tenses as he cums inside of you. You hold onto him as he twitches and shudders, his thrusts gradually coming to a hault.

He rolls off of you and collapses next to you in the bed. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. You look at him, and can't help but find him beautiful like this. Caked in a layer of sweat, hair spiking in different directions, mouth agape as he breathed.

Then he catches you staring, and without missing a beat, says, "We should've done that years ago."

[megukins]

Daddy's In Charge

𓆩♡𓆪 Dom!Toji x sub!fem reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: heavy smut

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: Your husband fucks you like he hates you.

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: Honestly, I was debating whether I should do Sukuna, or Dabi cus they both fit perfectly for this too tbh.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: 18+, somnophilia, oral (f rec), anal (f receiving) mating press, creampie, dacryphilia, rough sex, a bit of degradation, cunnilingus, daddy kink, one mention of blood, dumbification, blood play, rimming, one mention of choking

𓆩♡𓆪 Word count: 1.4k

He walked in your shared bedroom, watching you sleep away peacefully, snoring lightly. He climbed in and snuggled next to you. He pulled the covers down some to take in your lovely figure. Your nipples were hard from the coldness which was very well noticeable from how sheer the nightgown was. He muttered a 'damn.'

He felt hard already just at the sight. He pulled the strings to the gown down, eyeing your lace panties. He lowers to your clothed crotch, sliding your panties off and smashes his face in your heat, letting his fingers twiddle with your hard buds. You shuffle a bit and moan.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but you gave him the consent that he could do whatever to you in your sleep and vice versa. 

He swirls his tongue around slowly, slurping on your juices. He groans at the uncomfortness that sits in his pants. He could tell you were close to climax, still eating away and toying with your nipples.

He couldn't help but let out a moan at how good you tasted right now.

You open your eyes slowly to see your husband eating you out.

"Toji?" You rub your eyes, seeing him smirking.

"My bad, I couldn't help it. You looked so irresistible."

He takes his clothes off, your eyes going straight to his leaking cock. He shoves his hard cock inside your entrance and grabs your wrists just to see you squirm around, making him smirk. The sight of your frail figure made his cock twitch inside you.

"T-Toji…"

He continues pounding into your wet walls, your wetness seeping onto his dick. He pushes your legs in the air, placing you in the mating press position. He pounded harder, your cunt practically swollen now by how hard he's fucking into you. 

"You like that, slut? Daddy fucking you stupid?" He pants.

You're confused at what he was asking, too busy filled with pleasure. You were a mess at the new position he had you placed in, drool slipping out your mouth.

He grabbed your legs and shoved it in deeper, tears pouring at your eyes. He felt his balls get heavier when he heard you sniffling. 

He grabs your asscheeks roughly and squeezes them at the same time he grinded into you. He bit his lip at how much you were clenching around him. You claw at his back, as more tears began falling from your eyes which made him moan.

"It's such a turn on to see you acting a bitch in heat, and crying from my cock."

He instantly nuts inside you, your cheeks clapping on his meat. He shoots more of his hot load in you, some dripping down your asshole. He shoves his dick inside again, filling your pussy with his juices.

Your legs felt numb and your head felt light weighted. You could barely say anything or think. You ended up cumming, which upset him. 

"Did I say you could cum yet?" He spoke in a harsh tone, slapping your ass, making it jiggle. 

"N-no daddy…"

He pulled out of you and flipped you on your stomach, shoving his length in your ass this time.

"I bet you were dreaming of this. Is that why your pussy was so wet when I was pounding into you?"

You whimper in response to his question.

"Such a dirty bitch."

He fucks into your ass harsher, and sticks his fangs in your neck, blood forming. He licks the blood slowly as you shiver.

He fills your hole and flips you on your back again, as you grab your knees. He spreads your asscheeks apart and dips his tongue in.

You felt something wet stick in your ass. You look down to see him tonguing your asshole.

"Ah daddy~"

You loll your tongue, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. You felt pure euphoria. It almost felt like you were in heaven. For a second, you thought you were still dreaming, but it was all real. He flicks his tongue in your perineal a few times, watching your body squirm around.

"Fuckkk…" He muffles, sending you more waves of pleasure.

You shove his head in some more, his red tip drooling at the sight. He teases your perineal a few more times, making you curl your toes and grab onto the headboard for dear life.

He abuses both holes simultaneously, causing more tears to prick your eyes. 

"D-daddy, can you go a little faster?" 

"Speak up, daddy can't hear you." He smirks sadistically.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling him stick four fingers in your clit and swirling his tongue in your ass.

"F-faster please!" You cry out, his balls hurting from your cries.

He complies only because you were crying for him to do so. 

Your eyes were red and puffy, your pussy and ass were swollen from the harsh treatment they received, and your chin and sheets were covered in drool. You looked like multiple people fucked you at once.

He shoves his dick in you, filling all his cum in you at once, then eventually pulls out.

"I'm tired." 

You felt an arm resting on your larynx. He chokes you, but not rough enough to prevent you from breathing.

You gasp at his sudden actions.

"We're not done yet, slut." 

He goes in the drawer beside him to pull out all kinds of different objects. He ties you to the bed tightly, nearly cutting off circulation to your arms. You feel cold metal around your tits, to see him place nipple clamps on you. He pulled out a clit massager and shoves it in, the vibrations shaking you out of your thoughts.

You swallow hard, trying to stop the moans from slipping out your mouth. 

"Mmm, feels a-ah good!~"  He smirks sadistically.

You flip on your side which wasn't a good idea. The nipple clamps brushed your sensitive buds, and the massager brushed against your g-spot. You squirt all over it. It continued to brush your entrance, causing you to squirt once more. 

You squirm around some more hoping he would release you. He twists the nipple clamps some, making you hiss from the pain.

He takes the clamps off and pops your nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue on them. He bit down on your right one harshly, licking the milk that gushed out of it, which left bite marks on the flesh. He does the same to your left one, milking you dry.

You whimper at his actions.

He pushes the massager in deeper and toyed with your hole. You feel tears prick your eyes once more, making a long moan come out of his mouth.

He could easily cum every time you cried which would be a lot. 

"You see what your tears do to Daddy?"

He shoves his fingers deeper in your ass. You squirm around more too busy to answer, hoping he would release you sometime soon.

"C-can we pick up right here later? What if Megumi walks in and sees us in such a position? I mean he is old enough, but still that would terrify him. You know how he likes to stop by when he can." 

"Well then, let him enjoy the show. He could learn a thing or two on how to properly fuck a girl."

He took his phone from the dresser and took multiple pictures and videos of your fucked out expressions.

"Don't worry, I won't send it to him or anyone else for that matter, unless you really want me to. It's just for me to get off to when needed."

He placed his phone back on the dresser and lowered towards your thighs, leaving all sorts of bite marks on them. He took the massager out, which was soaked in your juices.

"Look how dirty my naughty little whore is~"

He threw it somewhere on the bed and eventually untied you from the bedpost. He wraps his arms and legs around you, face deep in your boobs, his rock hard cock poking you. He hums at the warmth coming from your tits and pussy. He pushes you back some to admire your appearance.

"Mmm, look at you looking all breedable. If you don't stop looking like that, Megumi just might get a brother." He licks his lips hovering over you once more. 

"Now then, how about we have another round, babygirl?~"  

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[earthtooz]

following the most recent hq oneshot! thinking about y/n buying atsumu merch to piss suna off LUL cw: fluff, one suggestive comment, dialogue heavy but it's funny ?

"babe?" suna's voice shouts from your shared bedroom.

"what's up?" you respond, pausing the music from your headphones as you crocodile-d your laptop lid.

"c'mere for a sec."

suna's in the walk-in closet, squatting there with furrowed brows and a perplexed expression. you approach, bending down to his level.

"what's this?" the middle blocker points to the object he was talking about, which was a small figurine resembling your boyfriend in his EJP uniform. you can't hide the sly smile that appears on your lips, giving suna a cheeky side eye.

you reach for it and hold it next to his face, "i bought it from the volleyball all stars match! aren't you so cute?"

he rolls his eyes, amused, "why'd you buy that?"

"he's cute! c'mon, you can't look at this face and not swoon at his adorable features."

"yeah, you're right," huffs suna, pinching your cheek, "they didn't model me too badly with these figurines."

"i had no idea people would even make figurines about athletes, but i can't say i was surprised they were for sale. there was one for every player too."

"it's a match for some of the best volleyball players. that sounds like profit to me."

"i realise. they sold t-shirts with people's numbers on the back too."

"atsumu couldn't shut up about it cause he saw a photographer was wearing one," the middle blocker grumbles, resting his chin in his hand as he lovingly watches you find somewhere to place the mini figurine of himself. honestly, the plastic remake was a little weird and suna would have to get used to seeing it around.

his statement elicited a laugh from you, "oh, i saw. in fact, i bought one."

"you... willingly bought... a shirt with 'miya' on the back?"

"looked comfy- turns out, it was."

suna rises to his full height, this time noticing the offensive piece of clothing hung on your side of the wardrobe. "babe, is this your way of breaking up with me?"

"what? no!" turning around, suna meets the mischief running rampant in your expression as you give him a seemingly innocent grin. he saw right through your bullshit, "i just needed some shirts."

"bitch, you literally own my closet. i don't think we have a shortage on shirts, especially ones with shit on the back."

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

he grabs the hanger with the shirt and stalks towards you, lowering his face to your ear, "nah, only you. but i do a pretty good job at shutting you the fuck up and reminding you who you fucking belong to."

words fail you due to his proximity, so you opt to just give him a shit-eating grin. suna wins this one, and your silence tells him exactly that.

"that's what i thought. i'm gonna burn this trash now," your boyfriend slips out the bedroom, but you call out after him, “can you burn the suna jersey i bought as well since you don't seem to like shitty shirts?”

"no. that we are going to keep."

truthfully, you didn't burn the shirt, but suna did send atsumu a picture of a lit match held to the fabric, which lured a priceless reaction from the setter. instead, you found a smarter solution.

"told you we should’ve sold the shirt on ebay," you smiled, showing your boyfriend the $100 you just made.

suna crosses his arms over his chest, murmuring a defeated “yeah yeah. you're buying dinner with that money."

"you're just pissed that atsumu is worth $100 more than you."

[introloves]

jealous! nanami + possessive! nanami + dominant! nanami + mentions of being uncomfortable / hit on + bathroom sex + sir kink + choking (breath play) + degradation (mentioned once) + breeding kink + creampie + squirting + praise (nanami’s good with his words) + dirty talk + face gripping + squirting + messy sex + detailed description of cum + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.2k

nanami simmers, eyes near piercing while they roam your figure- watching while you talk politely, knowing how hard it is for you to be entertaining someone’s who’s actively making you uncomfortable. stuck nodding and pretending to listen in while people around him talk, stuck when all he wants to do is be back by your side.

but this outing is all about presentation, keeping polite- making networks and gaining new ‘friends’. and anyone with eyes could see what he did, what he had, and what belonged to him.

dressed to look enticing, near ethereal in pretty clothes that he’d bought the week prior with you in mind. ambling about with something sparkling in the cup you hold- lips curling enough to let most know its all formalities and politeness driving your mannerism. most.

he supposes he knew the man trying to gather just an ounce of your attention was trouble from the second you and him walked in and he was one of the first to introduce themselves, practically drooling over you while your manicured hands gripped at nanami's sleeve- body pressing tight to his side. off shooting compliments his way on your behalf, things like, "you really hit the jackpot with her nanami." or, "let me take her off your hands for the night! she'll be back before you know it."

those remarks would have been enough to send him five feet under, but the second he made a move to say something- your warm hand simply reached out and laid on his forearm, a movement of total control over his actions. letting him know you were okay, he hadn't necessarily crossed the line yet.

but now he sits and wonders if you still think the same- hand reaching up to smooth down any stray hairs, letting an index finger tug down his tie to loosen the suffocating thing while he stands- comes back to you. divorcing completely from the group who stopped him in the first place, jaw flexing with the scene unfolding.

maybe there was a chance he’d brush everything else the man was doing off- the closeness, the jokes, maybe he’d scoff and roll his eyes; but the palm on your shoulder feels like it burns him and he knows it’s time to intervene.

the first contact with you comes in the form of his palm reaching- fitting like it belonged there at the curve of your back, slipping forward until his fingers brought you into his side.

not a glance spared at you- the view from your eyes showed the lines of muscle from his jaw with the way he clenched his teeth. the curve of his chest from muscle rising and falling faster and faster. clear sign if you didn’t know him, would signify there was something wrong.

"we're going home for the night."

was all that was said- letting you begin walking with just a nudge from the arm holding you. already shaky from an uncomfortable interaction, it was easy to sway you, just wanting to be at home with his attention.

he crowded your body while you two left the man standing there, heat crawling up your neck when his palm soothed over your ass- knowing this was better than anything he could have said or done.

it took another nudge from him to let you know, 'home' wasn't it. strides quicker now, with purpose and headed towards the hallway into the bathrooms.

nanami could feel your glance, trying not to break right then and there- not knowing how to keep himself in check. happy when you two crossed the threshold of the bathroom door.

"im sorry." you squeaked, tucking your lower lip in between teeth- not knowing how to respond to anything that happened.

nanami wavered then, sighing out heavy with realization of how you were feeling.

"for what?" he questioned, keeping one hand on you; the same one laying against your ass- encroaching down onto you, warm breath already fanning against your cheek, kissing you sweet.

"for being beautiful?" he mumbled, the other hand reaching between to thumb at your lips- pushing in to let you suck.

"they all want you." kento smiled, feeling your tongue swirl around the tip of his thumb before sucking harder, humming because he knew you wanted this. "that's nothing new."

letting you until your body wavered into his form, letting him step forward and pinning you against the wall- hardness of his figure keeping you nice and still.

keening when you felt the hardness in his pants, letting his thumb go with an audible pop, too strung up in everything that had happened.

"need to give you something so they all know you're mine, hm?" nanami questioned, grabbing your face to look at him, wetness from your mouth painting the spot he gripped.

his allure for cute things making itself known with the way you responded to him, happy to please- eager to make him feel good. letting him know with the way you parted your legs when his thumbs found the tiny panties you wore tonight. deciding they were in the way and with a sharp tug, snapped it off your body with ease.

the need to keep close left you with nothing else to do but wait, standing in a sway while the familiar sounds of his belt coming undone sounded out- watching eagerly when he slipped a hand up to the already loose tie; hooking and tugging it free.

murmuring out a sharp, “stay.” when your fingers reached for his cock now laying heavy against your thigh, each throb and twitch of it painting more and more of your soft thigh.

he was the one who was going to take care of you- he was the one about to split you open in the bathroom of his works get together, not the man flirting previously and not anyone else.

it was easy taking your already pliant form and turning you around, cupping your ass with both hands and squeezing selfishly- pushing your dress up and out of the way for him. taking his foot, placing it between and pushing your own further out to better accommodate him.

you knew he was particular in moments like this, taking complete control over your pleasure- but tonight had already tired you out. eyes heavy, just barely looking back at him over your shoulder, pushing your hips to entice him was the first mistake. wanting to fit his cock into your cunt, shaky fingers slipping down and meeting with his drooling head for just a second before his strong hand stopped your movements.

gasping out when his hold turned tighter, keeping your arm barred across your lower back and stepping to squish you against the wall, cheek pressing into the cool surface- already drooling and dumb with anticipation.

“bad girl.”

it was murmured lowly and stern, in between the shift of his body so it trapped you completely. unable to react to this in anyway, not with how the weight of him slowly increased while heavy palms splayed on either side of your head.

his upper back arching down into you to press lips against your ear, wanting to feel all of you. letting this slip up go, knowing it had already been a long night.

shushing your tiny mewls of, “‘m sorry! ‘m sorry sir- i’m not a bad girl.” with giving you his cock.

swollen, drippy head stretching your puffy and sticky lips open- nearly audible with the lewd pop as his cockhead sunk inside. legs already nearly giving out if it weren’t for his body keeping you upright.

heat curling up from where the stretch of him ended, his heavy balls already putting pressure along your clit- seizing up with the first thrust back inside, barely keeping lucid. all nearly toppling over when you felt, and heard the low groan come straight from the middle of his chest, vibrations hitting you full force- like a lowly purr in complete pleasure. letting you know it wasn’t just you slowly unraveling.

this wasn’t just for you, he wanted to breed you- fill you up so that his thick cum ran down the insides of your thighs while greeting everyone, a base and feral need to show any eyes lingering on you who you belonged to. taking just a second to leave the wall with his left hand- coming between you and it to circle his fingers around your throat.

wondering why it didn’t occur to him to do this before the two of you came here- squeezing once between the image of you stumbling out of your shared apartment, dizzy and shaky and leaking cum everywhere.

“feels good?” he questioned, stray strands of golden hair tickling his forehead. sweating in the force he was using to bury his cock into you.

wanting to answer him, unable to do so with the fat cock of his stirring up your insides and the addition of his rough hand pinching your throat, palm squeezing against it- you could only squeal.

and he does it on purpose- loving the way you blink with wet eyes at him, lips forming a perfect little, “o” eyebrows scrunched in attempt to answer. knowing you’re trying your hardest for him while your pussy drools down his swollen balls and soaking his slacks.

every thump of his hips knocking you into the wall, knees bumping into one another with every shake- all toppling over with the taste of orgasm so close. it doesn’t take much, his words feel too good- his cock throbbing and pistoning inside you mercilessly is too good. all you can do is gasp and whisper out the traces of his name.

“‘nami, gunna cum- ‘m gunna cum.”

but he already knew that- your easy cunt squeezing over and over and the shakiness of your already tired body let him know.

and he was already at that precipice too- images of what was to come has swirling heat stir in his stomach and heavy balls too. murmuring out soft praises, choked in the edges of his words because you always look so good unraveling for him.

“good girl- let go for me, make a mess baby. it’s okay, i’ve got you.”

it was already so easy to cum for him- but the words he whispered along the sensitive skin of your heated neck while his cock made lewd noises from the arousal still gushing out of you had your whole body shake.

seizing up, cunt squeezing him so tight he hisssd- you came. the hand around your neck loosening its hold so you could freely wail, uncaring of who could hear you; clenching his teeth when the slam of his balls interrupted the stream of your cum splattering down the front of his thighs and the floor.

too caught up in how good it felt- in what he wanted, nanami came. pressing his face into you, steamy breath fanning down your shoulder- all while his heavy cum filled you. desperate humping of his hips pushing further in, wanting to be as deep as possible to give it all to you.

keeping you still while his balls clenched- his own form growing just a little shaky with how hard the spurts of cum left him, but keeping his hold on you tight.

trying to blink away the lingering feelings of possessiveness and jealousy- but finding it hard when rivulets of your shared cum slowly seeped down your thighs and his cock, painting the two of you.

“look at that.” he whispered, slowly detaching himself from you. peering down between your connected bodies to see what he had done. your swollen mess covered in thick and creamy cum, wasting no time to pull out- knowing you would leak no matter what. once again reaching down to palm your ass in appreciation and near reverence.

wondering how he could do anything but keep you marked and pretty- keep you dripping just like this with his cum to let everyone know it was him you came home to, that it was him who did this to you.

“pretty.” nanami nearly purred. keeping some semblance of composure while he pulled down your dress- a small smile playing on his lips with how your thighs clenched, desperation wanting you to keep it all in.

“it’s so much nanami.” you pouted, still shaky and weak. turning your head to look at him with wet eyes.

all he could do was hum in acknowledgment- bringing his hand up to your face and turning you around, careful to not ruin the front of your dress with his still messy and limp cock. wanting to care and soothe you before he attended to himself.

“but you’ll be good, won’t you?” he questioned, once more brushing over the pout of your lips. taking in your eager nod.

“we’ll go straight home- i’ll clean you up there.” and with a bend of his body and a sweet kiss to your forehead, he finalized his words. letting you cling onto him, fingers reaching under his coat and finding the brown harness he kept on and tugging- looking for more of his kisses.

kisses he would never deny you- wondering if maybe keeping you in here, in the bathroom while everyone wondered where the two of you had gone and filing you up over and over would be the better choice.

how could he ever part from you.

[foldedblankets]

Guitar fingers | E.M

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, praise, slight Dom/sub. Established relationship, very little plot. Not proof read

Summary: Eddie teases you about how amazing his fingers are, then proves his point.

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His trailer always had music, wether it was him playing or some random rock band. It was constant, it was nice, comforting almost, falling asleep to music every night.

Especially entering his trailer after a long day to see him on his couch, practicing one of his songs, his skilful fingers strumming cords. His hands were large and veiny, he had a few scars on his knuckles along with very few small burn scars from past dropped blunts. His rings littered across his fingers, it was hot, so hot. He left school at lunch today to do a drug deal with some college kids, who knows how long he’d been playing.

He noticed your presence when you walked towards him, his face lit up slightly and he abruptly stopped playing. “Hey doll” he leaned up as you leaned down, a short kiss, longer than a peck but not long enough to lead to something more.

“Don’t stop” you smiled, sitting down beside him “I like it”

He just grinned, going back to playing as you leaned against his shoulder, watching his hands move so rhythmically and fast. You didn’t even realise how much time had passed while staring because all of a sudden you heard a cocky chuckle.

“You madly impressed or something babe?” He asked sarcastically, now looking at you, without lifting your head, you looked up at him from his shoulder

“Always, it’s just how do you do that so fast?”

“Years of practice, you wanna try?” He offered his guitar and you shook your head “it’s not that, I’m curious, I just find it..attractive?” You stated nervously and his smirk grew.

“Well yano what they say, guitar fingers, right?” He joked and you shyed away “shut it eds” you huffed.

“Hm, what? You don’t want my amazing, skilled, guitar fingers?” He teased, his guitar now on the ground as he placed an arm around the back of the couch behind you.

“Stopp” you groaned and he just chuckled, his hand landing on your thigh as his thumb rubbed light circles “should we put it to the test doll? See if it’s true what they say about guitarists” he suggested, although you seemed a lot less opposed to this.

He leaned into kiss you, pushing you down so you were lying back, moving to kiss your neck. He was smooth, his fingers trailed up and down your body, tapping gently along your waist. They stopped at the hem of your pants, tugging them down as he got down on the floor, at the perfect height. He pressed light kisses to your thighs, growing closer and closer.

His hand moved to your inner thigh, his index finger brushing against your clothed clit causing a little whine to slip out of you, he glanced up, smirking at how you just let him use you. “Such a pretty girl” he murmured as he pushed your panties to the side. His attractive hand slipped between your thighs, the cold from his rings shocking your skin slightly. He bit down on his lip as you gasped, his finger now circling your clit, watching you closely.

“Please eds…no more teasing” you whimpered

“We’ll since you said please..” he started, pushing his middle finger into you with a sadistic grin, curling it upwards, watching as your back arches ever so slightly for him. He began moving his finger rhythmically, hitting just the right spot that had you moaning for him.

He raised a brow as your moans began to calm down, instantly pushing another finger in, he needed you to feel good, his fingers were skilful, perfectly pleasing you.

After afew moments he saw your orgasm holding up, watching your moans become breathy and your body reacting in small jolts. He leaned up, his hand still moving as he kissed you, silencing your loud moans as you came undone against him, he pulled back from the kiss “good girl” he teased, pulling his fingers out.

“So. Is it true babydoll?” He asked

“Oh my god, shut up eddie”

[adoringvigilantes]

DON'T TELL ME...

PAIRING: virgin!bruce wayne x catwoman!reader

SUMMARY: you make a new discovery about the batman himself.

CONTEXT: in this au, reader/catwoman knows bruce is batman.

WORD COUNT: 4.4k

WARNINGS: smut + oral (fem rec.) + fingering + kind of sub!bruce + penetration + spanking + creampie

NOTES: i mean,, come on how could i not write this. also first dc writing!

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You weren't a hero. Although your sometimes-partner-in-crime (crime used loosely here), didn't necessarily view himself as a hero either, it was clear that your methods differed here and there, on both ends of the spectrum. You had different goals, most of the time. But every now and then, once in a blue moon, your paths aligned and you came to work together. Like tonight.

He happened to show up on the same rooftop as you, as you looked out over the dark city of Gotham, as usual, appearing out of thin air, or rather, darkness.

You didn't have a solid plan tonight, no big bust you were hoping to carry out––you had ideas of course, but no concrete agenda. As soon as you heard that familiar whip of air behind you, you knew that would change.

You smiled to yourself, still facing forward. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Brucey?"

There was a beat of silence before a few slow but purposeful footsteps found their way closer to you. Your heart rate picked up slightly, the adrenaline and suspense you only felt around Bruce coursing through your veins as you felt his chest barely press against your back.

He breathed in once, then twice, his gaze undeniably stuck on you as you had yet to look him in the eye.

"It doesn't seem like you have anything better to do." He took a step back. "I could use the company." And with that, he grappled onto the next building over, most definitely certain you would follow him. And so you did.

After your unexpectedly busy night with the bat, you found yourself at Wayne Manor, paying no mind to Alfred's cheeky, knowing stare bouncing between you and Bruce, but of course answering his polite greeting, and declining his offer to get you anything.

Once you got to his bedroom, you watched Bruce undress, starting with his mask, then his cape. He put them aside before wordlessly making his way into his closet for a change of clothes. The job had gotten messy tonight, and you couldn't help but wonder if the suit needed to be hand-washed or hosed down, but you knew Alfred was probably the one who had the answer, anyway.

By the time he'd returned, not long after, you'd set your mask aside and unzipped your suit just a bit. Just to breathe a little better. Bruce, on the other hand, was now in sweatpants, no shirt, and a wet cloth in his hands as he wiped the black from around his eyes.

His stare was burning your face as he was clearly fighting his impulse to admire your newly exposed skin. "I uh––can lend you some clothes if you'd like."

You smirked and walked towards him slowly, "Maybe later." He paused as you stopped, inches away from him and reached your hands up, letting you take the cloth from his hands. Your free hand rested on his cheek softly as you leaned up to wipe away the smudges. His eyes were trailing all over your face as you focused, his hands limp by his sides, fingers twitching awkwardly, aching to touch you.

When you were done, you threw the dirty cloth aside on his nightstand, taking your time as you turned back to him, to drag your eyes up his body, from his sweats, along his torso, and up to his eyes to find him still watching you.

"You know," your voice was no louder than a whisper. "I think I deserve a reward for being such a big help tonight." You blinked up at him with faux innocence, "Don't you?"

His breathing stuttered for a moment, but you didn't give him a chance to respond, or rather, stare longingly, instead choosing to place your hands on either sides of his face and pull him down to meet your lips with his own.

The kiss started out slow but intense, as you breathed him in, molding your body to his, sliding one leg slowly up his side, pressing yourself further into him, chest pressed up against his.

Soon, you both were breathing hard, your tongue quickly finding its way into his mouth as he practically gasped for air, his hands finally gripping your body as a reaction, one on your thigh, the other splayed across your back, holding you close.

You moaned into his mouth and he groaned back quietly, the hand on your back sliding down your ass to rest just under it and boost you up into his arms, both your legs now wrapped around his waist. You'd shared a few kisses here and there before, sure. But nothing like this.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted your head, toying with his tongue and sucking it into your mouth teasingly, smirking when he moaned involuntarily, letting you do whatever you pleased, fully letting you take the reins.

Pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, you pulled back, a newfound hunger in your eyes as he subconsciously tried to chase your lips, his eyes still closed. When he opened them, he looked dazed, desperate, depraved.

You leaned in again and swerved at the last second, reeling in the quiet gasp he let out as you bit his earlobe gently. "Why don't you take me to the bed?" It was more a suggestion or open-ended demand if you will, than a question.

He tensed underneath you and you paused, leaning back to get a good look at him. You slid a hand into his unruly hair, scratching his scalp lightly which he clearly enjoyed given the flutter of his eyes and the hitch in his breath.

"Hmm?" You cooed. "What do you say?"

Your other hand found its way to his jaw, your eyes flittering over to it when you felt him clench his jaw under it. "You know you don't have to–" You made a move to get off him but he tightened his hold, eyes choosing to focus off to the side.

His lips parted almost reluctantly. "...I want to. I just..."

You looked at him expectantly. "You just...?"

He swallowed. "I just...haven't."

Your brows furrowed. "You haven't what?" If you put two and two together there was a clear answer, but that just wasn't adding up in your mind. It couldn't be.

After a brief moment, you spoke up. "Don't tell me the big bad bat hasn't slept with anyone yet...?" You stared at him with a piqued interest and a slightly amused gaze, tilting your head as you analyze him. His body language, his hesitancy to look you in the eye.

He's not lying.

You weren't judging him and he could tell, but he still felt embarrassed, awkward. Hands gripping you almost to anchor himself.

"I'm just surprised, really. I mean I think you could get anyone you wanted. In fact I thought you already had, multiple times." After a beat of silence, you went on. "Well I'm honored to be your first," your thumb caressed his cheek, "if you'll let me."

With that, his eyes finally met yours again and he took a deep breath. "I'd like that."

You leaned back in yet again, letting your lips graze his before barely pulling back, cheekily. "Then take me to bed, handsome."

He stepped forward until he reached the king sized bed, getting on it without letting you go, hovering over you with one hand holding him up, the other on your waist.

You pulled him down to kiss you and he grunted, eagerly matching your enthusiasm as you bucked your hips into his. You swept his hair back with one hand, pushing it out of the both of your eyes'.

His hand slowly slithered its way up your body, fingertips lightly trailing along your torso, up to your neck where it rested for a bit, settling with a nice hold on your throat. But you didn't want nice. You brought a hand down and squeezed around his own, making him choke you harder, smiling into the kiss. "Just like that."

He practically growled, kissing you with more force for a good minute, letting his hips rut into yours. But he knew that he wouldn't last long with the noises you were making and the feeling of your body underneath his. So he let his hand unwrap from around your throat and slide down your chest, fingers grazing down your skin before he grabbed the zipper of your suit with his thumb and pointer.

He paused and pulled away from you for the first time tonight to look into your eyes, silently asking permission. When you nodded, he let out a breath and slowly unzipped your bodysuit, eyes flickering between each inch of new skin and the eager look in your eye.

When it reached your hips, he bit his lip and sat up, brining you along with him as he practically straddled you. His hands reached up and slid under the fabric at your shoulders before slowly pushing it off, gaze lingering on your chest, adorned by a pretty black bra.

You arched your back, pushing your chest closer to him, nearly making him breathless as he helped you wiggle your arms out of the material. It wasn't exactly smooth, but neither of you minded.

He got off the bed and stood in front of you, looking down at your body as you looked up at him hungrily. You leaned back on your two hands, again pushing your chest out, lifting your hips so he could take the suit off you. He did so, eyes focusing on your smooth legs, a few bruises here and there that he traced ever so lightly with his fingers, the ones closest to him he kissed softly.

He was too distracted to take notice of what you were up to. But when he finally dropped your suit to the floor and looked up, he froze at the sight of you now braless, your hands squeezing at your breasts and teasing your nipples.

He was in awe, unsure of what to do but grateful to even be watching. You propped your foot up on his shoulder and pulled him close before letting your leg dangle over his back, and he was quick to push the side of his face into your thigh, nuzzling into your warmth, his hand gripping the outside of your leg, the other lifting your other leg to properly close him in. His lips were parted, breaths heavy as he watched you, occasionally turning his head to kiss and bite your thighs, eyes never leaving you.

You brought one leg down, and though he was quick to miss the warmth, he let you. You reached for your panties and he got out of the way, after a quick last kiss and squeeze to your thigh, hands reaching for yours. "Let me."

Smiling, you lied back down and raised your hips, letting him pull the fabric from under you, down your legs. Slowly, you propped one leg up on the bed, then the other, spreading them wide as you squeezed your breasts.

"Want a taste?" You bit your lip, grinning at the absolute feral look in his eyes.

Without another word, he moved in, sliding his arms under the bend of your legs and wrapping his hands around your upper thighs. He met your gaze and leaned in, letting his breath tease you. "Tell me what feels good."

His voice had lowered in pitch, taking a much more gravelly tone and that alone had your heart racing. But that paired with the look of lust and determination in his eyes? You knew you were done for.

His tongue licked through your folds torturously slow, almost as a taste test, the tip catching on your clit for the longest before he let out a breathless moan and buried his face into you, his eyes fluttering shut. He pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to your pussy, his tongue exploring every part of you as you gasped and reached a hand down to grab his hair. He moaned louder, pushing himself further into you, his grip getting tighter.

He switched up the pace of his licks, alternating between slow and exploratory and fast with purpose. It was clear that he wasn't just eating you out to prep you, he wanted this, wanted to savor you and make you cum on his tongue.

You laughed breathlessly as you started panting, your hips bucking into his face on their own accord. "You know, I'd like to say it's surprising that you're so good at this, but that would be a lie."

His lips curve into a foreign, smug smirk against you and you feel your body react unwillingly, sending a jolt of muted pleasure through you.

He takes that as incentive to go even harder, groaning into you to show you how much he enjoys this, hands holding you close in a tight, pleading grip.

He opened his eyes and locked onto yours when you pulled at his roots, gasping. “Yeah…” Your body rolled into him, your mouth agape in pleasure. “Keep going like that, right on my—Yes.”

He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth, tongue lapping over it salaciously, eyes never leaving yours. Shaking his head from side to side and growling into you like an animal, he picked up the pace, quickly dragging you to the edge.

As your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your thigh squeezed around his head, he could feel himself throbbing in his sweats, committing the beautifully sinful image to memory—your head thrown back in ecstasy, one hand tugging at your nipple, your mouth agape.

His tongue and mouth kept at it, obscene wet sucking noises heard between your legs as you smiled, sated, a warm buzz settling through your body. When your body settled back down comfortably, he slowed his pace, still licking you carefully, almost as if to soothe you.

The hand in his hair loosened its grip, your fingers running along his scalp lightly, almost in praise. “You know, you really are good at that.”

His eyes closed immediately, seemingly to calm himself, lips coming together to kiss the mess between your legs and your eyes narrowed. Interesting. He seemed right at home down there, but he had yet to come up for air.

“Hey.” He looked up at you and your gaze softened, though still lustful. “Come here.”

He gave you one last long lick and a peck to your clit before standing up, crawling over you and pushing you further up the bed all in one movement, one arm wrapped under your waist.

His lips and chin were covered in you, but you could tell he didn’t mind by the way licked his lips, fingers coming up to swipe the wetness and find their way into his mouth.

But before he could do so, you grabbed his wrist and made a show of bringing his fingers to your lips, kissing them softly before swirling your tongue around them and sliding them in your mouth, sucking them nice and slow.

He groaned as he watched you, his lips parted in awe. “Fuck.”

You bobbed your head forward, taking him deeper until his fingers were slick before popping off with a cheeky smirk. “Need to get ‘em nice and wet so you can spread me open.”

His jaw went slack, his fingers lingering on your lips as he licked his own almost as a reflex, before dragging his hand down between your legs that were already wide open for him.

You stared him down as he slid his fingers between your folds, up and down, making sure he saw the hitch in your breath, the need in your eyes from his touch alone.

He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing the moan you let out as he slid a finger inside you, taking initiative to add his tongue into the mix. He pumped his finger a few times experimentally, carefully. “Is this okay?”

You nodded, “Add another finger, I’ll need a lot more prep to take you.” You added cheekily. You moved a hand down to rub at your clit and make it easier, though there wasn’t that much of a strain. He was quick to stop you though, taking your hand and pinning it by your head. “Let me.”

Ever observant, he knew what you were aiming to do, instead pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves, smearing your mess all over, the pressure making a flaming heat spread through you as he slid a second finger in.

You breathed in, your thighs twitching around him at the stretch. “Now, curl them upwards like—“ You bit your lip, “Just like that.” You sighed, your voice taking a breathier tone, “a little slower, build up to it.”

He pushed all the way in, his long fingers filling you up nice as he pressed his palm against your clit, his pace gradually increasing as your breaths came out in short pants. His eyes were mesmerized, conflicted between whether or not they should focus on the pleasure twisted on your face or the taunting pull of your pussy as you took his fingers.

There was a long pull at your core, aching to snap the more he touched you. He could see it in your face, in your body, the way it twisted sensually underneath him.

His hand was covered in your slick and he used that to slide another finger in you, smiling when you gasped out a curse at the stretch.

“You close?”

You nodded, pulling his head down with your free hand to kiss him passionately. “Make me come again, baby.”

He moaned and gave into you. The hand pinning your wrist slid up and interlaced its fingers with yours, holding you down as he pounded you with his fingers. The sounds were loud and obscene but you could barely hear them as the pressure inside you finally snapped, your heartbeat roaring in your ears as you gripped his hair, panting into his mouth when it became too much to kiss him back.

He trailed his lips across your check and along your jaw, and down your neck, nipping and sucking here and there to see what made your breathing stutter, and your grip tightened in his hair.

Your legs trembled around him, your head falling and pushing back into the sheets as you let out a long airy moan. It felt as though your body were vibrating, your body twitching from the aftershocks as Bruce slipped his fingers out and rubbed all over your pussy with his hand.

You squeezed his hand and let go, placing yours on the side of his face, smiling when he leaned into your touch. “Good boy.”

His body shuddered as he swallowed audibly, your eyes gaining a hungry glint as you watched him. Without warning, you flipped him over so you were now straddling him, your hands sliding down his chest to grab his waistband. You raised a brow, “You’re a little overdressed, handsome.”

When you ground your hips into his, he bucked up immediately, eyes threatening to close yet again. Gathering himself, he flipped you over again, standing up to slip off his sweats and underwear.

You licked your lips as he finally came into view in all his glory, his thick member standing tall. His hand was still covered in you, and you watched as he wrapped it around his cock, stroking himself and getting it nice and wet as he watched you.

He had a carnal desire for you in the pit of his core, a restless energy that only you could satisfy. He felt like he was going to explode.

You crooked a finger, calling him back over to his rightful place. He went to hover over you again, but you slid your hands up his arms before flipping him over once more and settling in his lap, his cock in front of you, the sight of it in front of your stomach making you clench.

You looked down at it then back up to him, slowly, your mouth quirking up when he twitched against you. You trailed a finger up the base of his cock, to the tip, twirling it around to spread his precum, wrapping your hand around him and swiping your thumb under the head, making him hiss. His hands shot out to grab your thighs and you could tell he was itching to turn you back over.

“I think you’ve done enough work tonight.” He went to object but you pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him with a smirk.

“You’re stubborn aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question and he knew that. He practically huffed and you rolled your eyes, despite the smile on your face, willing to relent. “You can help in a minute, baby. But right now, I just want you to feel good, okay?”

When he didn't respond, you grabbed his cock and slid forward, letting it rub between your wet folds. He cursed and dug his fingers further into the plush of your thighs, panting already. "Okay?"

He nodded, eyes entranced by the sensual movements of your hips, the feeling of your wetness coating him, your hand holding his member against you. "Okay." He looked up at you and you could tell he'd given in. He wasn't that hard to convince, apparently. Not with a little incentive.

"I've been dying to get you in my mouth, angel. But I can almost feel you vibrating underneath me." You tilted your head. "You want me real bad, don't you? Wanna be inside me?"

He swallowed, nodding almost immediately. "Need you."

You grinned almost villainously, "Okay baby, I'll give you what you want."

You stroked him a few more times, squeezing your fist around the tip before lining yourself up and sliding him in. "Shit––even with all that prep you're still big." You inched your way down, whimpering when he slid a hand up to rub at your clit. He wanted to help, sure, but you could tell that he also just wanted to make you feel good. You could see the desire, the intention in his eyes that were locked in on the way you were taking him.

When you reached the bottom, fully sat on top of him, you both took deep breaths. You smiled down at him, slowly grinding your hips. "You know, I don't expect you to last very long, but that's okay." You leaned down so your lips were mere centimeters away from his. "I won't either." You licked his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth teasingly. "Not with how well you're filling me up."

His eyes shut and you smirked, getting in position to start bouncing back on him. He let out a sharp, breathless moan, his hands still on your thighs, but that wasn't good enough for you. Without stopping your movements, you grabbed one of his hands with your own, sliding it up to your ass and he responded with a cheeky grab. You could almost see the breath of relief and satisfaction leaving his body as he did it. His other hand was quick to follow without your guiding and you hummed. "That's it."

You kissed him again, hungrily, biting his lip. "You can spank me, if you'd like."

His eyes opened at that and you could see a look of determination in that, like you were daring him, and he absolutely accepted it. You felt one hand raise off your ass and you practically held your breath as he teased you, waiting to do it when it was least expected. You stared him down, amused, and incredibly turned on, refusing to speak up and act desperate. You raised a brow, tempting him, prodding as if he were too afraid, and not a second later, his hand came down, leaving a resounding smack and a light sting.

You gasped lightly and a new gleam appeared in his eyes, but you refused to back down yet. Leaning in even closer, you dragged your eyes from his parted lips, to his eyes. "Is that all you got, Batman?"

He let out a near growl, spanking you again, harder this time and you moaned, biting your lip to tame your grin, but to no avail. "More."

He hit you again, harder on the other cheek this time and you clenched around him, making him hiss. "Fuck––yes, just like that." You tried to pick up your pace, your movements getting more sloppy and he propped his feet up on the bed, bending his legs before thrusting up into you, practically bouncing you on his cock himself.

"Fuck."

Your eyes were nearly shut as you watched him underneath you, his brows furrowed, skin sweaty. "Mm, that feel good, baby?"

He hummed in affirmation, the sound of his skin slapping against yours almost drowning it out. His hands were grabbing your ass firmly, throwing you back down on his cock every time his thrusts bounced you up.

Both your mouths were hung open, grazing each others, eyes locked on each others to the best of your abilities, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"Oh god," you moaned, "you're close aren't you Brucey?" His eyes were near rolling back into his head, grip tight and thrusts impossibly fast.

"Me too––" you placed a hand on his chest. "Cum with me baby, cum inside me."

With a few more thrusts, you were clenching around him, tight like a vice, your body pulsing and trembling on top of him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, locking you in as he pumped you full, a loud groan escaping his lips.

You were both panting, clinging onto each other as he throbbed inside of you, his cum dripping down his balls. You raised your head from where it wound up resting on his chest to meet his eyes, feeling absolutely smug inside at the dazed and utterly spent look in them.

Pressing your lips against his, you looked at him fondly. "So was that amazing or what?"

It was clear by your tone you both knew and didn't need the answer. His lip curved ever so lightly into a smile as he shook his head and closed his eyes, a small gasp escaping you when his hand came down against your ass again.

Oh you were definitely going for round two.

[slasherhaven]

Hi 😊 can I request some headcanons about the slashers sharing a bed with their S/O?

So things about their favourite sleeping position (like spooning, facing each other, side by side, etc...), who's a heavy/light sleeper, their sleepwear, if they talk or move in their sleep, if they hog the covers, and anything else that comes to your mind? Thank you 💖

Sharing a Bed Headcanons with the Slashers:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is used to the heat and humidity of Texas so he doesn't have much of a problem getting to sleep in it. It also means that he doesn't have a problem cuddling despite the heat.

If you're not used to the heat, you're going to be hot. Thomas likes to cuddle with you and he emits a fair amount of heat as well.

He just likes to hold you in his arms or have you sprawled out on his chest, he likes feeling close to you.

But he understands if you'd rather just lay side by side because your warm.

Thomas either sleeps fully dressed or in his underwear (sometimes with an undershirt, sometimes not). If he actually gets ready for bed, it strips down into something suitable to be comfortable in the heat, but sometimes he's so tired that he just crashes on the bed and falls asleep fully dressed.

Snores, not incredibly loud but definitely audible.

A very still sleeper, a movement here and there, usually trying to cuddle you some more, but he's not going to disturb your sleep much at all.

Looks like a deep sleeper but snaps awake as soon as his name is called. Just from looking at him you'd think nothing would be able to wake him up but he's so used to people calling him when there's trouble that he wakes up nearly instantly.

Michael Myers

Michael usually sleeps on his back, it doesn't look comfortable but he seems content.

He's not one to initiate cuddling but doesn't push you away when you cuddle into his side. Sometimes the two of you falling asleep with you just clinging to his arm.

Wears whatever he feels like that day, he doesn't have any preferred sleepwear. He'll sleep in his bloodies coveralls if you don't chastise him for messing up your bed and make him change.

He's a light sleeper, always alert, always on edge. Sometimes you wonder how much rest he truly gets because you getting out of bed can be enough to wake him, as if there was a threat present.

As time goes on, Michael may become a slightly deeper sleeper, growing used to the sounds of you in the house but if there is a sound out of place, he is waking up on edge.

A still sleeper. Sometimes you just watch him and check that his chest is moving with his breaths. He's just so still sometimes, though you guess that matches his personality rather well.

His stillness could also have been amplified from being a large man on a small sanatorium bed for his whole adult life until his escape.

Jason Voorhees

Jason just likes to be holding you, usually having you cuddled against his chest in someway. He likes the idea that he's protecting you, that nothing can hurt you when he's holding you like this.

He used to just sleep in his clothes before you came around, now he has clothes dedicated to sleeping in. Some comfy pyjama pants and a tee-shirt. He prefers to sleep clothed.

A fairly still sleeper. Not at still as Michael but certainly not fidgety.

A moderate sleeper. Not too heavy, not too light. He can sleep through the night but if there's a noise foreign to the cabin or the forest, he's alert and awake.

When the two of you share a bed, he will sleep on the side closest to the door. Just in case something or somewhere were to walk though, as unlikely as it may be, he is able to keep you safe.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is a big time cuddler, always needing your attention and to be touching you.

Sometimes he likes to be held by you, sometimes he likes to hold you. Loves resting his head on your chest, not caring if his weight is crushing you. He can either be the big or little spoon depending on the mood he's in.

If you move away from him in the night or fall asleep without cuddling, he will cuddle up to you before falling back to sleep, holding you securely against him.

Either sleeps in his proper pyjama set or butt-ass-naked. There is no in between.

Brahms isn't really a blanket hog since he practically glues himself to you but if he somehow pries himself off of you during the night, he will hog the blankets.

When you're in the bed together, you're cuddling, so Brahms doesn't move around much but he's much more fidgety when he's on his own.

Brahms is a heavy sleeper, it's almost impressive. Sometimes you think he's faking it just so you can't make him get out of bed.

Bo Sinclair

Usually lays on his back with his arm wrapped around you while you sleep against his chest when you go to bed together. If he joins you after you've already fallen asleep, he climbs in behind you and takes the role of the big spoon. (Secretly likes being the little spoon but rarely allows it).

Sleeps in his underwear with the addition of a tee-shirt on cooler nights. Doesn't see the point of actual pyjamas.

A fairly heavy sleeper, you can move around the bedroom without waking him up.

However, if you shout for him or a loud noise comes from outside (signalling the sudden surprise of tourists) he's fully awake and ready to handle the situation.

He's also a fairly still sleeper. Tosses and turns every now and again but nothing excessive.

Has the occasional night terror that wakes you up. These were the main reason for his reluctance to fully share a bedroom with you but you're always there for him when they happen. These are the moments he allows himself to be the little spoon.

Vincent Sinclair

When Vincent comes to bed late, he'll be quiet and climb into bed, carefully cuddling up to you as the big spoon.

When you go to bed together you normally end up sleeping facing each other, you cuddled into his chest and your head tucked under his chin.

Wears pyjama pants to bed. Wore tee-shirts as well during the early days of you sharing a bed but usually goes without it now. Even on cooler night, he'll just snuggle with you for warmth.

Vincent's sleep schedule is a mess and you often have to convince him to get some rest. Since he often misses out on sleep, he is a heavy sleeper when he finally gives in and goes to bed. You're just glad he's actually getting some sleep.

He's fairly still, moves no more than the regular person.

Lester Sinclair

Lester loves to cuddle with you, he does care how. He'll hold you, he'll be held by you. His head cradled against your chest and arm draped over your waist, or the other way around.

On the warmer nights when cuddling is just too much, he likes to sleep facing you. Your face being the last thing he sees before falling asleep and the first thing he sees when he wakes up. What else could he want?

If the two of you do move away from each other in your sleep, he does have a bit of a habit of hogging the blankets. However, he would be super apologetic about it if you mentioned it.

Sleeps in an undershirt and his boxers, slept like that before you came along and sleeps like that now.

Lester is a heavy sleeper, barely anything other than the phone ringing or a knock on the door can wake him up. And when he is woken up before he's ready, he shows visible confusion, scrambling off of the bed but barely even able to remember where he was. It's cute.

Bubba Sawyer

Loves cuddling, doesn't care about the heat in the slightest. He's practically immune to it now.

Bubba really is like a giant teddy bear but he radiates a lot of heat, so it can be a little too warm but he's just so cuddly so...it's worth it.

He's quite a bit bigger than you so he enjoys holding you, making you feel safe, engulfing you. However, he definitely does enjoy being held by you instead.

Just sleeps in whatever is comfortable. Would usually just sleep in his shirt and underwear, just removing his uncomfortable pants before climbing into bed.

Deep sleeper. Nothing can wake him up other than one of his brothers banging on his door to tell him there is a trespasser. Then it was like he was never asleep in the first place.

Billy Lenz

Billy is a cuddler, and a clingy one.

His favourite position to sleep in is being sprawled out on top of you, head resting against your chest while you play with his hair.

Also enjoys being the little spoon. He finds it very comforting.

Once he's asleep, he fidgety. If you aren't a deep sleeper, you're going to have to get used to him moving around all night.

Steals the blankets all the time, he likes to practically cocoon himself in the blankets.

Billy will sleep in whatever's comfortable, sometimes it's pyjama pants and a comfortable sweater, other times he just strips down to his underwear, other times he just strips down completely. As long as he is comfortable, he doesn't really care much.

He's an restless sleeper, you can tell from just how much he moves around.

Talks in his sleep quite a lot. It's mostly harmless muttering and rambling that you grow used too but sometimes you get a tragic glimpse into his past as his talking becomes more distressed. That's when you hold him a little tighter, shushing him and helping him calm down again.

When you start sharing a bed, he's a very light sleeper. Every little sound makes him wake up, on edge, but just seeing you sleeping beside him calms him down some as he cuddles up to you.

As time goes by and Billy starts to feel more security in your bed, he becomes a deeper sleep but still restless, moving around, hogging blankets, sometimes straight up mauling you in his sleep.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa isn't much of a cuddler, he would be quite content with the two of you just sleeping side by side, sharing the bed.

But if you're a cuddler, if you need that affection from him, he understands and allows it and humours you. Letting you rest against his chest as he drapes an arm around you.

Probably just sleeps in a pair of pyjama pants and a tee-shirt.

Asa is a pretty light sleeper. Even in his sleep he seems to be very aware of what's going on around him, waking up when he hears something out of place.

When he's asleep he actually looks peaceful but you can also see how tired he must be, the circles under his eyes more noticeable.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse is happy to cuddle, he enjoys holding you. He's a large man so you're probably going to look pretty small in comparison to him so holding your frame against his chest is just endearing to him.

If Jesse is holding onto you when he falls asleep, you won't be going anywhere until he releases you.

Sleeps in his underwear so he can feel the silk sheets against his skin.

A fairly moderate sleeper, he's confident that no threats are going to walk through your bedroom door and he's usually had a pretty busy day so his sleep can be pretty deep. However, if you try to wake him, he usually wakes up pretty quick assuming something is wrong.

Otis Driftwood

Otis is more compliant with cuddling than you might imagine. He likes to have an arm wrapped around you or be spooning you, he also finds your chest to be a comfy pillow. He might not be as clingy or lovey-dovey as some of the other cuddlers on this list, but he enjoys it as much as the next guy.

Sleeps naked most of the time. Occasionally sleeps in his underwear...usually naked though.

Despite this, he isn't a blanket hog at all. He normally just has a sheet draped over his waist or sleeps on top of the sheets on a particularly hot night, so you have nothing to worry about there.

He's a deep sleeper but it's like he has a sixth sense for when there is an emergency.

On a normal day you can barely wake him but when there is a warning of trouble Otis is out of the bed in seconds, suddenly alert.

Doesn't move about much at all, once he's out he's out. He sleeps like a rock.

Does snore a little though.

Baby Firefly

Baby does enjoy cuddling but doesn't really have a favourite position, it just depends on what mood your body in.

She usually kisses your face with a smile before she goes to sleep.

She usually just wears some pyjama shorts and a tank top to bed.

A heavy sleeper. Barely anything bothers her when she's awake, barely anything shakes her, so nothing was going to disturb her sleep until she's ready to wake up.

Will still sleepily complain if you try to move away from her or climb out of bed even if she hasn't actually woken up.

Other than that, she's a quiet sleeper.

If you do somehow manage to separate during the night, Baby might just steal the blankets.

Yautja (Predator)

Your mate loves when he has you curled up against his chest.

He often falls asleep after you and wakes up before you, but he wouldn't wake you so that he could move. Instead he just runs his claws through your hair and gently strokes your body or arm, purring and lulling you back to sleep whenever you stir.

He can sleep wearing practically anything, he's slept in his armour before when he's needed too, but sleeps in nothing more than a loin cloth when he's in your shared bed.

He's a still and quiet sleeper, probably a skill of sorts that he's developed from hunting.

The only sound he really makes is a little unconscious purr when you cuddle up to him some more.

He's a moderate sleeper when it comes to how easily he is woken up.

When in your home or on a Yautja ship, he sleeps fairly heavily since the likelihood of a threat is pretty low. However, if you're sleeping somewhere a bit more unfamiliar or less secure, he sleeps lighter so that any suspicious noises will wake him up and he can protect you.

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Ryomen Sukuna Boyfriend Headcanons

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SFW 

Consider yourself lucky; you’re dating Ryomen Sukuna. 

(I’m warning you), Address Sukuna’s attitude like a grain of salt. 

A few years ago, you admitted your feelings to Sukuna. Originally, he denied your approach claiming, “I’m only going to break your heart and your back.” 

You took the curse’s warning lightly. After years of being together, Sukuna has yet to break your heart (not your back). 

Everyone who knows Sukuna questions your relationship. 

They ask, “Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?” 

Though Sukuna has a poor attitude towards other people, he treats you like a princess. 

(Spell it out with me). O.V.E.R.P.R.O.T.E.C.T.I.V.E. If you’re apart, Sukuna tracks your location on Life 360 or SnapMaps. 

“I have to make sure you’re safe. Your dumb ass causes too much trouble.” 

Lowkey SIMP. 

If you ask for anything, Sukuna will pretend it is a big deal. However, he would do anything for you. 

The first time you asked Sukuna to grab you a coffee from Starbucks, he complained. Now, you don’t ask anymore. Sukuna comes home with your order and a dark roast for himself. 

(Yes, he has memorized your order). 

Jealous should be Sukuna’s middle name. 

Do not speak to Gojo. (I repeat - DO NOT SPEAK TO GOJO). If Sukuna sees you talking to Gojo, he will refuse to talk to you. He will respond, “Why don’t you go to talk to your new boyfriend?” 

Sukuna’s other friends will tease him by flirting with you. When they see you at parties, they comment on your appearance. Within seconds, Sukuna is glaring at them. 

Enjoys talking shit on EVERYONE. If you have gossip, Sukuna is listening. 

Despite Sukuna’s hard attitude, his closet is surprisingly colorful. Expect to see a ton of pink, purple, and white articles of clothing.

Always wears hoodies, flannels, and sweatpants.

He LOVES seeing you wear his hoodies. Sukuna will act annoyed saying, “Stop stealing my shit.” But don’t let him fool you; he loves it.” 

Black nail polish permanently resides within your house. 

Sukuna LOVES dressing in suits for important occasions; (what a stunning sight).

Expect him to become 10x cockier in a suit. 

Wear PINK. He loves it. 

Sukuna ADORES tattoos.

During a road trip, you and Sukuna spontaneously decided to get matching tattoos. Sukuna tattooed your name on the side of his ring finger. You tattooed Sukuna’s name on your hip. 

Sukuna smokes. If you do not like cigarette smoke, he will vape from his Box Mod. His favorite flavor is strawberries and cream. 

Sukuna perfected vape tricks (he looks hot as hell destroying his body). Sukuna loves pulling your lips together and exchanging smoke. Watching smoke slowly escape your mouth does something to him. 

Sukuna does not enjoy public displays of affection. Instead, he performs acts of possession. 

He pulls you to his chest if you’re too far away.  

He slips his hand into your jean pockets. 

He drapes his coat over your shoulders if you’re cold. 

CONSTANTLY smacking your ass. (Watch yourself girl); Sukuna has a wicked swing. 

Enjoys publicly embarrassing you (teasingly). If you’re blushing, Sukuna will pinch your cheeks. 

This happens all the time when Sukuna walks around the house half-naked. If he catches you staring at his body, he will say, “Enjoying the view, sweet cheeks?” 

LOVES when you trace his tattoos with your fingertips.

If you’re occupied reading or scrolling through your phone, Sukuna will remove his shirt and lay on your lap. This is Sukuna’s way of indirectly asking you to trace his tattoos. 

Covers your eyes if you’re watching horror films together. He’s used to gore, but he shields you from violence. 

Enjoys watching you lose your temper; it turns him on. 

Once a man approached Sukuna claiming, “Are you going to calm your woman down?” Sukuna shook his head stating, “Nope. Ask me that again and you’re next.”

Sukuna has DEEP CONVERSATIONS before bed. 

Once you’re in bed, you and Sukuna will engage in intense conversations while he plays with your hair. You’ll talk about anything and everything: the future, viewpoints, feelings, and favorite foods. 

These moments make your heart flutter. 

Everything must be perfect. 

“You deserve perfection. Thats why you’re with me.” 

Though Sukuna (lowkey) bullies you, he acknowledges that he’s lucky to have someone as wonderful as you. Seeing love and adoration pour from his eyes assures you that he’s happy. 

And you are too. 

NSFW

(Oh, girl); You are in for it.

The sheer SIZE of this man in INCREDIBLE. He’s nine inches and thick. He’s a shower; not a grower. 

“Kuna, I don’t think you’ll fit.” 

“I’ll make it fit, baby.” 

Sorry ladies, if you enjoy being praised; find someone else. Sukuna degrades you in the bedroom. 

“Be a good whore and let me fuck you however I like.” 

“You look so pitiful squirming on my cock.” 

Originally, you two were friends with benefits. Sukuna’s bedroom abilities were too good to disregard. Even when you weren’t in a relationship; you were at his house every night. 

Due to his loud (and honest) mouth, everyone knew you were fucking. 

Pulls you closer by tugging on your necklace or belt. 

GOD COMPLEX 

When Sukuna comes home from work horny, he will end the conversation immediately. 

You’ll ask, “Welcome home, baby. How was your day?” 

He answers, “Hey babe, my day was fine. I think you need to sit on my cock now.” 

MARKS GALORE 

You need to invest in more turtlenecks. Your entire body gets decorated in hickeys, scratches, welts, and bite marks. 

Sukuna is the man who plays with panties. He enjoys sniffing them or shoving them in your mouth before rearranging your guts. 

Thigh Riding is common. Sukuna’s never too busy for you; however, he loves watching you use his other body parts to cum. 

The sheer STAMINA within Sukuna’s body is AMAZING. He never runs out of energy. Sukuna only stops because he takes pity on your cum-filled incoherent body after the seventh round. 

CORRUPTION KINK. 

Sukuna acknowledges he’s a terrible person, and he isn’t afraid to admit it. The concept of you, a sweet woman with a bright future, being fucked by him makes his heart race. 

Sukuna loves having his cock sucked. 

He enjoys dangling your head off of the side of the bed and brutally fucking your throat raw. Eventually, you’ll beg him to stop his assault on your throat. 

“Such bad manners; didn’t your mom teach you not to speak with your mouth full?” 

Spitting is never an option. You’re swallowing. 

Do not bend over in front of Sukuna if you don’t expect to be brutally fucked.

If you’re leaning on a desk, expect your underwear to be pulled aside as Sukuna’s tongue invades your body. 

“It’s almost like you’re begging to be fucked.”

PUBLIC SEX 

Sukuna’s not scared to be caught. Often, he purposely tries to be caught, especially by your parents. 

If you’re in public, Sukuna forces your legs open and places his hand where you need it the most. One of his many mouths pleasures you as you’re forced to act as if nothing is wrong. 

“Now, don’t squirm. I’m sure your father wouldn’t like to know his daughter’s a fucking whore for her boyfriend’s hands.” Sukuna says as your parents sit across from you. 

Spanking. If you’re being a brat, expect to be punished. 

“Next time you want to act up, think about what will happen.” 

Sukuna has a weakness for wax play. He loves watching your body react to hot wax as he’s dripping it on the most sensitive parts of your body. 

Before I continue - Apologize to your cervix. Now. 

Your cervix will HATE you and Sukuna. 

Night after night of brutally fucking your cervix, you can nearly hear your body scream in pain. 

COCKWARMING. Sukuna buries his dick inside your cunt to tease you. 

“I don’t think I want to move quite yet.” 

Threesomes and orgies are a NO GO. Sukuna is too possessive to share your body with other people. However, he often imagines the fantasy of commanding others to pleasure you correctly. 

But he would have to kill them after. 

ANGRY SEX 

If Sukuna comes home angry, you’re in for a rude awakening. He uses your pussy to release all of his frustrations. 

Sukuna LOVES period sex. Every month, Sukuna makes the extra effort to assure you both are having period sex each day you’re bleeding. 

Shed some tears while you’re riding his cock. 

I dare you. 

Takes photographs while you’re having sex. 

Sukuna’s favorite photo is the stomach bulge he must recreate each time he fucks you. 

I’m not claiming your pleasure doesn’t matter, but Sukuna uses your cunt until he is cumming. Yes, you’re needs are important, but he doesn’t stop his brutal assault until HE IS FINISHED. 

Sukuna LOVES cumming in your mouth. He purposely pulls out of your soaking pussy to force his dick inside of your mouth. 

“Are you ready to taste yourself, whore?” 

Sukuna’s aftercare is great! He’s a clean person who assures his woman is taken care of. After cuddling, Sukuna will fetch a warm rag and new clothes for you. 

Once Sukuna cleans your body, he kisses you and mutters: 

“I’m not one to praise, but no one can take me as well as you do, baby.” 

[slut4buckysarm]

— Everything We Never Wanted | B.Barnes

au; enemy.

pairing; bucky barnes x reader.

summary; bucky barnes and you have been silently competing since the day you met. now you are competing over who can make the other more jealous and the both of you can't help but give in. [кукла=doll]

word count; 2.9k.

warnings; smut [fingering, fingering cum back in?, p in v, ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, mirror/bathroom sex], language, angst [punching, blood, shoving]. 18+. MDNI.

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— "jealousy was a good look on him".

It was your dress. It truly was. The way it lifted up your thigh every time you swayed your hips was driving Bucky crazy. If he knew that you would be acting out this way he would've never let you enter the doors of the party. He would have stripped your clothes off right there and fucked you until you couldn't walk. He would have made the whole block hear your moans as you both couldn't give less of a fuck that you were on full display. You wouldn't care. As long as you were with each other, everything would be fine.

But now, seeing you brush up against Steve and allow his hands to graze your curves ignited something in Bucky that he found himself feeling quite often when it came to you. He was using every muscle in his body to hold him back from tearing into Steve's throat with his metal arm.

Control yourself Bucky.

Dancing with the blond's hands running along your waist you can feel Bucky's eyes watching your every movement. Jealousy seeps out of each of his pores and you can't help but feel glee. Just as you bring your head closer to Steve's and rest it along his cheek, Bucky's had enough.

Next thing you know Bucky's finger is in the air and calling over a stripper. You watch attentively as she walks up to him, her hips swaying as he smirks your way. "Hey, you alright"? Steve's voice snaps you out of your trance and the eye contact between Bucky and you breaks in a matter of a second. You look up at Steve as his eyes completely undress you as if his hands weren't doing enough. "Yeah no, I'm good". You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, nuzzling against his head. As the both of you move to the beat of the music you lock eyes with Bucky once again and you watch as the girl wearing neon green sits down beside him and runs her hands up his thighs. Anger flows through your veins and it's enough to get you convicted for murder but you can't.

Buckys playing a game that you intend to win.

You move your hands on top of Steve's and place them on your lower back. "Like what you feel"?

"Sure do".

"You wanna feel lower"?

His eyes light up at that and without another word needing to be said he moves his palms to your ass and squeezes with a tight grip, one that has Bucky moving the dancer off of him and striding up to you with an aura of pure anger around him.

"Steve back up," you warn as you try to shove the blond before Bucky has the opportunity to do anything but you don't move him in time. Just as you're about to stop him, Bucky's fist makes contact with Steve's cheek and Steve hits him back. A group of men rush over to separate the two and Bucky makes sure to get one final punch in before he has your wrist in his grip and is dragging you to the restroom.

"Let go of me James!" you yell over the music as you try to release yourself from him.

He ignores you and swings open the door to the men's room, shoving you up against the wall.

"James"?!

"What the fuck do you think you're doing"? He speaks in a calm manner but you can see through his facade. His flared nostrils and forehead vein give away his true state and you can't help but smirk.

"Is this funny to you"?

"A little" you answer through your eyelashes and the innocence in your voice has his cock growing against his pants and his patience running short. "I'm not in the mood for your games кукла".

"Games"? You laugh in Bucky's face as if he just told you the joke of the century. "I wasn't the one with the stripper practically undressing me".

"Oh because having Steve grab your ass is much different". Sarcasm reeks from him.

Just as you're about to hit him with a comeback, your eyes wander to his forehead and you see the bruise on his temple. Your hand immediately grabs his chin and turns it to the side. "What are you-". You don't give Bucky a chance to finish his question before you harshly release his jaw.

“Sit down,” you mumble as you push him onto the sink. You take a roll of toilet paper in your hand and roll out a few sheets.

You turn the faucet of a neighbouring sink on and groan when it only creaks. “Shit. There’s no water,” you mumble, irritated.

“Use your spit”.

“That’s not hygienic,” you reply disgusted.

He shrugs and you lick your finger. You start to wipe the blood off and squint knowing that it must burn.

“Why are you doing that?” Bucky asks confused.

“Why am I doing.. what?”

“With your face. You’re squishing it together. It’s weird.” he laughs.

You roll your eyes and straighten out your face.

He keeps staring you in the eyes and it bubbles something within you.

“What?”.

He slowly shakes his head while still maintaining eye contact.

“You’re staring,” You say still wiping the blood off of his temple.

“Shamelessly so, yes,” he replies, electric blue eyes piercing through your umber ones.

You can’t help but smile “God, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. And over what? A stupid competition”.

"There was never a competition".

"There's always a competition". You don't miss a beat. "I mean that's kind of our thing".

Bucky's mood instantly lightens as you tell him about the special connection between the two of you. He feels like he could listen to your voice for hours. Hell, he'd kill to listen to your voice for hours.

"We have a thing"?

Scrunching the used tissue into a ball, you throw it into the trash bin. Your inner kid frowns as the paper doesn't make it into the bin.

"Yeah." you laugh as you go to pick it up. "Everything we do is against each other. And don't even lie about it," you warn with a finger in the air.

"Come're" Bucky speaks and you walk towards him. "Give me some examples".

"Okay well let me think.." you put a finger on your chin as you fake being deep in thought. "Oh! What about when we were at a party and tried to out provoke each other not mere minutes ago". Bucky would like nothing more than to kiss that self-approving smirk right off of your face.

"Come on кукла. I'm being serious".

"Alright" you sigh as you get ready to present him with your list. "Well we competed on who would get to go on that mission to infiltrate the HYDRA base. And the White House. And the Queen's Ball".

"Those were all life-threatening examples Y/N".

You stay silent. He's right. You made sure to go out of your way to take over or at the very least join in on missions that could have Bucky ending up dead and he did the same. You were realizing that you cared for each other and it scares you.

New territory always has.

"I don't like you Bucky". You finally speak when you realize that his hands have made their way down to your waist.

"That's okay," he assures you calmly.

"As a matter of fact, I fucking hate you"! Your voice starts to get louder and anger starts to bubble within you although you're not sure exactly what you're angry about.

"That's okay," he speaks again.

"I fucking hate you and your stupid voice and your stupid mouth and your stupid... hair". You blabber out as you shove your hands into his chest. "God I hate you so much"!

"That's okay".

"Stop saying that it's okay! Argue back asshole!" you yell, this time shoving him so hard his back smacks onto the mirror.

"Argue back!" you hit him again.

No answer.

"Argue back!" and again.

No answer.

"Argue back". Without enough energy to carry out your past actions, you just relax your shoulders in exhaustion and Bucky immediately gets up and pulls you into a hug.

Bucky's arms hold you tight and at that moment it feels as if all of your problems suddenly transformed into no more than minor inconveniences.

"I don't even know what I'm upset about." you confess into his chest.

"Would you hate me for real if I said 'it's okay'?" he jokes as he lets go of you.

"I would" you smile, running a hand through your hair.

The both of you stand there for a second and reflect. Both of you want each other. Want to devour in each other's tastes and scents, but the one thing you share in common is the fear you hold of ruining what you already have.

Fuck it.

You place your index and middle fingers onto Bucky's peck and slowly move them upwards. He immediately takes in a sharp breath and darkens his eyes. His lip tugs under his teeth as his eyelids flutter. "What're you doing sweetheart"?

All you do is smile innocently as you bring your hands up to cradle his face. Pulling his head down to meet your mouth you make sure to let your lips brush against the lobe of his ear. "I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know". The purity in your whisper sends a shiver up his spine.

"You're not making this easy for me кукла," Bucky growls as his grip around your waist tightens.

"Give in James. Please. I need you so bad." you whine as you take his earlobe between your teeth and suck on his skin.

Your actions finally bring him to his breaking point. He picks you up and places you down on the sink, the water droplets soak through the fabric of your dress and to your skin. Without any hesitation, Bucky presses his lips against yours and you do the same back. The kiss is harsh but in a good way. It's full of love yet so much aggression and it's the type that has your hands reaching for his face. His stubble brushes against your skin as his tongue slips into your mouth and glides along your teeth. You moan into Bucky's parted lips as you push your hips up to his and feel his hard-on up against your cunt.

He grunts in between kisses when you start to roll your hips. "кукла fuck".

When you finally give him a segway, Bucky brings his middle and ring fingers to your face and pops them in your mouth. Once he's convinced that your tongue has done sufficient, Bucky slips his fingers out with ease and motions for you to lift your dress.

Once the silk is rolled up your thighs Bucky runs the tips of his fingers up and down your soaking slick. His chest fills with heat as he sees your eyebrows scrunch in anticipation.

You need his fingers and he wants nothing more than to give them to you.

"Ready"?

"Yes. Yes! God just hurry James".

"That's what I like to hear". Bucky smirks before shoving his fingers into your little hole, watching as you move up the sink and adjust around his digits.

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that the only thing separating the two of you is the sink. Bucky can't help but tell you how good you're doing by sucking on your neck when your moans and whines fill the air. It's music to his ears to hear how wet you are just by his fingers alone.

As you feel his fingers curl against your g spot you can't help but tug at the locks of Bucky's hair. That earns you a faster pace.

The coil in your stomach tightens and you don't know how much longer you're going to last. "James oh my- feels so good"!

You're moaning his name over and over again as your back arches closer to Bucky's chest. "You're doin' so well".

"Feels so fucking good" you repeat as you throw your head back.

Hearing his endless praises sends you off your edge and an orgasm like never before hits your body. Waves of pleasure ripple through you and your thigh shakes under Bucky's metal palm as you try to squeeze your legs together only for them to be pulled apart by the metallic mechanism.

"James" you whine, still trying to press your thighs together as you come down from your high.

"Can't let you do that sweetheart. I wanna see this pretty little pussy of yours before I destroy it with my cock".

"James please". You're practically begging him to hurry up as he fumbles to pull his pants down and once they finally are, he pulls you off of the sink and spins you around. You bend as you watch him roll your dress up in the mirror. His eyes light up when he catches sight of your dripping wet pussy. "Ah" you yelp when you feel his hand smackdown onto your ass leaving a burning sensation on the supple skin.

"Please just fuck me".

"My pleasure". With that Bucky lines his cock up with your entrance and meets your eyes for an answer. His hips ease into you as soon as you nod your head. You hiss as he waits for you to give him the go and when you do, it's the best feeling in the world. Hearing Bucky grunt through every thrust had your stomach filling with butterflies and he loves it. Seeing you look a mess all thanks to him not only strokes his ego but also confirms that you are all his now.

Bucky finally has what belongs to him.

Bucky finally has what's his and he doesn't plan on losing it.

"God fuck"!

"Don't think he can even help you now кукла. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? This is why you were acting out in front of my friends"?

"Yes, shit yes"!

"Just needed my cock to fill you up. S'that what it was"?

With his dick pounding in and out of you without mercy all you can manage is a nod.

"Yeah, it was". Smug bastard. "Why act up fuck when you can’t take it, huh”?

Bucky can feel you clenching down on him and he knows that you're close. He slides his left hand under the front of your dress and grabs your bare tits, messaging and tugging at your nipples.

His right-hand moves to your hair and he uses it to wrap your hair in a ponytail. Bucky tugs back on it as he feels himself draw closer to his release. Just as he's about to stop and check up on you Bucky catches you smirking back at him in the mirror earning you a slap on your ass.

God if only you knew what you did to him.

"James don't stop. Please just don't stop".

"Christ I love how you're sqeezin' down on me. Gonna milk this cock real good arent you кукла?" he grunts as he lowers himself to meet your ear.

"Gonna milk it. Gonna milk it James," you mumble absolutely cockdrunk out of your mind.

"Good girl. That's a good fucking girl". James can feel your walls flutter around him and he speeds up his pace. The sounds of your whines, Bucky's moans, skin slapping against skin, and the faint beat of the music fill the room as the both of you reach your highs.

With ripples of euphoria washing over you, again and again, you're finding it hard to concentrate. The restroom becomes a big blur of foggy white and your arms give out.

You thank every higher power that Bucky's arm swings under your body before you have a chance to slam into the dirty sink.

With his own orgasm hitting him and your thigh shaking, he finally has the opportunity to slide out of you and he watches as his cum drips out of your hole.

"Ah, кукла. You look so beautiful." he smiles as he spins you around and places you back onto the sink. "But we can't let that go to waste. Can we now"? Bucky's looking at you with the biggest innocent eyes as you don't know what he has in mind, but god are you in for the surprise.

"No" you reply matching his energy.

"No doll. No, we can't," he mumbles as his lips curve into a smirk. You lean back as you watch Bucky bring his index and middle finger back to your cunt and slide them in with no problem at all. He starts to pump his fingers in you, sliding his cum back inside of you, while attacking your lips with his own.

"Mmm James" you mumble as he bites on your lower lip.

"Ya'sweetheart"? Oh, he really is a bastard.

"Just like that". Your words make Bucky's eyes glimmer. Your lips slot open over his and he moves his kisses to your neck. He sucks on the skin so hard that you know he's going to leave marks. "Just a little more James. M'so close".

Hearing those words, Bucky's fingers speed up and curl against your velvet walls.

In a few more seconds, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your third orgasm hits you like a train. Your hands grip Bucky's biceps and he pulls you close to his chest to help you through your high.

Maybe there was a plus to jealousy.

— la fin.

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PAIRING ! nishimura riki x fem!reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k

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with loud music bouncing off the walls of the practice room, riki danced, watching his reflection in the mirror. however, he wasn’t able to concentrate to the best of his abilities, because you were sitting in front of him, back against the mirror as you watched him dance with a proud smile filled with admiration. 

just you alone being there in his view made it hard for him to focus. maybe it was your beauty or maybe it was just that you being there was different that caused him to lose concentration. whatever it was, it wasn’t helping. 

and then he realized you were wearing his t-shirt. 

being already baggy on him made it look like you were practically drowning in his top, but you weren’t complaining. being enveloped in the soft fabric with your boyfriend’s scent was a type of comfort in a way for you. 

and little did you know, seeing you in his own clothes was also a comfort to riki. 

when he finally noticed it, he looked at you with adoration in his eyes and a wide, goofy smile and walked towards you with his hand extended in your direction. 

you took it and he pulled you up, turning you around to face the mirror with him before he embraced you from behind with still a large and happy grin. 

after a couple seconds of admiring you in the mirror in his shirt, he left a kiss to the side of your head, completely and utterly in love with you. and when he pulled back, he just continued to squeeze you tighter, loving the way you looked, especially in that moment. 

but soon, an idea popped into his head, and he quickly pulled back and ran to the other side of the room, leaving you shocked and confused. your eyes followed him, only to realize the hoodie that was now in his hands. it was his. and he carried it proudly with a toothy smirk. 

he walked towards you, and didn’t waste any time in pulling it over your head, causing you to giggle, because once again, you weren’t complaining. 

after getting the piece of clothing on you, he looked at you in the mirror, as were you, and he began adjusting certain parts of the fabric to get the clothing on you properly. 

he then wrapped his arms around your waist, placing them right back where they were before and admiring you through the reflection once again. 

“you look really, really pretty,” he told you with a genuine tone before adding, “like always. but like—especially now—you in my clothes is just- wow. it’s like looking at a beautiful, female version of me.”

at his last, playful sentence, you both cackled and you turned around in his hold before hitting him on the chest. 

he feigned pain before laughing and saying, “but in all seriousness, you really look absolutely gorgeous. how did i get so lucky?”

you couldn’t help but smile, turning around once more and immediately leaving a kiss on his lips. catching him off guard, he almost fell back but quickly managed and started kissing you back, hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

not only was he lucky to be dating you, but so were you to have found him, the love of your life. 

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[bethdutten]

i've been waiting

geralt x you

warnings: angst!! fluff!! smut!! we have it all folks

words: 3.1k

summary: if you lose someone you were never supposed to have in the first place, is there really anyone but yourself to blame? you fell in love with a customer, and he’s asking something from you that you’re not in a position to give. but you want to.

“Your Witcher’s here.”

The words made your heart beat faster, but you kept your expression neutral, just as cool and demure as if it was any customer. “Ah, send him to room 12. I’ll be there in a moment.”

The mistress gave you a look before shaking her head. “You don’t have to take him, you know. None of the other houses do. From what I understand, he doesn’t even tip that well. Just because you did it once, doesn’t mean he’s entitled—“

“It’s fine,” you gave her an understanding smile, slipping on a black silk robe. “Just another customer to me.”

You understood the apprehension towards Geralt at first; the strange eyes and hair, the scars, the overall size of him, the murderous glare he gave everyone… you’d heard of Blaviken, probably should have been a bit more cautious with him.

But even if they didn’t understand him yet, you did.

She shrugged her shoulders and left. You carefully adjusted the robe, letting it drape sinfully over your bare shoulders. It really left little to the imagination.

You piled your hair up and made your way to room 12, knowing it was furthest away from any other occupied rooms on this floor. You slipped in, closing the door behind yourself before locking in, and finally turning around.

Geralt sat on the edge of the bed, his armour still all on save for the swords they always made him leave at the front. As soon as his eyes met yours, they lit up, a gentle smile gracing his face before it was replaced by one of a silent sadness, almost disappointment. “You’re still here.”

“And you’re still coming here.”

“Only to see if you—“ he paused, his eyes drifting shut for a moment before landing on you again. “I… I was passing through and just—“

You finally grinning, walking over and looping your arms around his neck and sliding onto his lap, mindless of any buckles or sharp pieces of metal. “I missed you too,” you murmured before kissing him, sighing at the now-familiar taste of him.

Geralt kissed like he was hungry for it, devouring you, grabbing onto your waist like you were something delicate while his teeth nipped at your bottom lip and he pulled wanton moans from your mouth, licking into it like you were the most delicious meal.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tilting your head in an attempt to get impossible closer, when you heard his slight grunt of pain.

You pulled back, surprised. Geralt could be rough; he’s made it clear he loved when you pulled his hair or left love bites on his chest. You’d never heard him actually hurt.

“What’s wrong? Did I—“

“No, no, I just—“ He shifted slightly, the hands on your waist sliding you back a bit before they rested on your thighs. You gasped when you noticed the blood seeping through his pants, a smear on your skin underneath your robe you most likely would have never noticed.

“You’re hurt.” You quickly got off him, the desire to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe forgotten as you went to the basin in the corner and took the cloth usually designated for cleaning up after the night was over. “Why didn’t you go to a healer?”

He shrugged, watching you as he carefully pulled off his pants, hissing when the blood that had already dried stuck to the fabric. “Wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes, coming back and kneeling between his legs, one hand rested gently on his opposite thigh while the other cleaned around the wound. It was a deep cut, but the bleeding was minimal, and it would mostly likely be healed by morning if he didn’t agitate it with any strenuous activities. “I charge way more than a healer, and I’m way less qualified.”

Geralt chuckled, a hand lacing through your hair and resting at the nape of your neck, his thumb stroking your skin while you cleaned the wound and wrapped it carefully with the remaining dry cloth.

“All done.” You glanced up at him, licking your lips. The hand you had resting on his thigh slowly slid up, and slowly spread his legs a bit more. “Let me make you feel even better?”

Geralt had a look of fondness in his eyes while he was watching you fix him up, but that was suddenly replaced by a flash of hurt that was gone before you could even name it. He shook his head.

“Tired. Mind if we just…?”

You frowned, but nodded, raising to your feet and getting to work at pulling all his armour off.

The only time Geralt refused sex and only asked to rest with you was the first time you serviced him. You suspected he came to the brothel because the inn wouldn’t take him, and he just desperately needed a bed. So you bathed him, laid with him, spoke softly to him and gently played with his hair until he fell asleep in your arms, never once asking for when he was technically paying you for.

You fell in love with him that night.

He didn’t speak much, but it was clear he was looking for exactly what you were; just someone to make him feel like he was useful for something other than his body. Both of you were paid for your services, then discarded. He was hated, you were spit at. But that night, for a moment, you forgot he was paying good coin for you to treat him with kindness, and you hoped he forgot, too.

He was gone before you woke the next morning, before you could tell him that you would gladly do that again when you weren’t working.

Now, every few months he came through town and requested you. Your Witcher. Every time involved sex, now, but was always followed by gentle touches and easy conversation, a night where you could pretend this beautiful man didn’t see you as just a whore and maybe as his. You just kept falling more in love, and he just kept leaving before you woke to tell him.

You pulled him into bed, helping him get arranged so his injured leg was propped up under a pillow before you settled in beside him. You pulled off your robe, letting your naked form press against him as you rested your head on his chest. He was always so warm.

His hand came up to play with your hair, and you hummed quietly, your hand moving down his abdomen before it slid further down into his braies. He only grunted when you took his half-hard length in hand, so you took that as an acquiescence. It didn’t take long to stroke him to full hardness, your hand occasionally sliding down to cup his balls before you felt them draw up, easily moving your head towards his cock and slipping it past your lips to swallow his load.

Geralt choked back a moan, the hand in your hair gripping tightly as you sucked what you could down. He always came so much. You pulled off slowly, wiping your mouth as you tucked him back in and glanced up at him with a smile.

“Didn’t even have to move,” you murmured, before leaning up and capturing his lips with yours.

Geralt loved when you kissed him after you sucked him off— you think he liked the evidence of himself inside you in some way, and it turned you on immensely. Something you never told Geralt was that you never kissed clients, ever. But on that first night, you kissed him. And you couldn’t seem to stop.

His tongue explored the inside of your mouth, his hands sliding down your back before he let out a hiss, laughing quietly against your lips. “Sorry, love. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time. I think I just need to rest.”

Your heart fluttered at love and next time and you just nodded, pressing one last kiss against his lips before you pulled the blanket over you both. Another thing about Geralt— he always felt he needed to make you cum just as much if not more than you. That’s not what you were paid for, and none of your clients did that. How anyone could not see this man as the most thoughtful, kind, truly worthy man ever, you’ll never know.

Geralt fell asleep quickly, im need of the rest and sated after his orgasm. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, counted the slow rhythm for awhile before you let yourself fall asleep as well. You weren’t looking forward to waking up alone again.

The first thing you felt was the warmth of the sun on your bare skin, peeking through the curtains you forgot to close and caressing your shoulders where the blanket had fallen off. It must have been later than you usually woke up; you could hear the bustle downstairs, business already starting. A new day.

The next thing you felt was the scrap of Geralt’s stubble on the inside of your thighs before his tongue lapped at your cunt, already wet from whatever he was doing before you broke consciousness.

You moaned, hands coming down to tangle in his hair and give it a harsh tug when he sucked on your clit, grinding up against his face as he really began to eat you out. Geralt ate pussy like a god; sometimes he took his time, hours, bringing you to the edge then pulling back, just savouring in your taste and little whimpers. Other times it was like he was just trying to make you feel as much pleasure as quickly as possible, knowing exactly where to suck and lick, what spot to rub inside you with those long and calloused fingers. This was one of those times.

You were moaning unabashedly, knowing no one here would mind. And when you came, it was crying Geralt’s name, you thighs clamping around his ears as you thrust up against his mouth, not wanting the high to end.

He had your legs thrown over his shoulder, arm across your belly to hold you down. He could have easily kept you in place, but you know he didn’t really want to. Eventually you collapsed down on the bed and he chuckled, pulling away only enough to wipe his mouth on the sheet before he crawled back up your body, caging your head in with his forearms before he leaned down to kiss you.

You let out a whimper when he pulled away, meeting his eyes and breathing out, “You’re way too hung to need to be that good at eating pussy, Geralt, you know that, right?”

He looked back at you with a soft smile, reaching up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your now sweaty temple. You looked at each other with a look of complete adoration, and that was the moment it hit both of you.

He wasn’t a customer anymore. This wasn’t something he was paying for. He did this because he cared about you and he wanted to, and you were holding him and kissing him and making him feel like he was so wanted because you wanted to, not because you were being paid to.

This changed everything.

He leaned in and kissed you gently, tentatively, like he was giving you an out. Like he just wanted to make sure you knew what this was, and you still wanted it.

You wrapped your arms around him, dragging your hands down his back and deepened the kiss slightly, keeping it playful with a few nips to his bottom lip or a quiet laugh into his mouth. Your hands grazed over so many scars, your touch reverent and loving. One of his nights, you spent over an hour kissing each one while he told you how he got them, making sure he knew how strong and honourable they made him.

A loud knock on the door made you break apart, the voice of the mistress calling out through the wood.

“You alive in there or did that Witcher kill ya like he does everything else?” You heard a few snickers and laughs from some girls who had probably tagged along, hoping to catch a glance of Geralt before he left. They may treat him like shit, but you saw the way they eyed him with lust and envy as he left.

Geralt growled lowly at the comment.You just grinned at the very thought of Geralt hurting you. You didn’t think he was capable, treated you too carefully as it was.

“I’ll be out soon,” you replied, reaching up to tuck Geralt’s hair behind his ear.

“Well hurry, one of your regulars is waiting.” You could hear them all leaving.

Geralt tensed above you immediately, and you internally swore at the timing of that comment.

“How is your leg—“

“I stayed too long,” he grumbled, getting off of the bed and already reaching for his clothes. You caught a glance at his leg, and noticed he had already taken the bandage off. Luckily, it looked almost completely healed.

“I’m glad you did,” you murmured, sidling up behind him and pressing a kiss to his shoulder, right above a wyvern scar. “Wish you could stay longer—“

“Can’t afford to.”

You jerked back like you’d been slapped, watching Geralt pull his medallion to rest over his shirt before he began pulling in his armour. “Geralt. I wouldn’t… you don’t have to pay. You know that this is— it isn’t just a transaction anymore.”

He paused, glancing over at you. He seemed to be having an internal battle inside his head, and he finally said in a voice so soft you almost missed it, “Then quit this. I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

You grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around yourself, suddenly feeling too vulnerable. “You know I can’t. This is how I make money, I… they give me a place to stay and food, Geralt, how else would I—“

He jerked on his last piece of armour, his face suddenly back to the cold and stoic one most people only got to see. You felt your heart break. “Understood.”

You rose to go towards him, to at least kiss him goodbye, but he turned and left before you were even standing, slamming the door behind himself.

You collapsed on the floor, sobbing as you felt the biggest part of your heart being ripped out. You gave yourself five minutes before you had to leave and get back to work.

For months, you waited for those magic words: Your Witcher’s here. But you didn’t hear them. A Witcher did come through about four months afterwards, and he reminded you of Geralt, but he had significant scarring on one side of his face and had a softer look in his eyes like was still trying to convince others he wasn’t a monster, something Geralt had long given up on. Another girl took him.

About seven months after you last saw Geralt, you were making the bed in one of the rooms when the mistress fluttered past, calling out, “Your Witcher’s here!”

You wanted to deny him. You wanted to tell her to find him another girl so you could avoid seeing him. But you weren’t that strong; a night with Geralt was worth years of pain without him.

“Room 12, I’ll be right there,” you said, going to your room to undress and slip on a black robe. You were sure whatever you’d had before had been ruined; he wouldn’t want to kiss you, or talk to you, he’d just want a usual fuck then he’d be gone by morning. Like any other customer.

As if he was any other customer.

You took your time going to the room, and steeled yourself before you opened the door, shutting it and locking it before you took a deep breath and turned.

Geralt was standing in the middle of the room, looking so much like a lost puppy that you almost laughed. He had a bag on his hand, armour already shed, and a scar on his face that wasn’t there before.

You glanced at the bag but just dropped the robe, letting him get a good look at what he was buying for the night. “Geralt.”

He visibly swallowed before he stepped forward and reached for your hand. You frowned but took it, the look turning to confusion when he handed you the bag. It was heavy, and when you glanced inside, it was filled with coin.

“What—“

“You don’t have to work here anymore. I’ve been— I’ve been working a lot and I think there’s enough for at least a year before you need more but by then you’ll have a different job, and I’ll have more to give you.”

You met his eyes, suddenly on the brink of crying. Your vision blurred, and you realized what this idiotic, self-sacrificing man had done. Instead of communicating, he’d taken your explanation that you couldn’t stop working because you needed the money as a reason to just simply go out and earn enough coin so you didn’t need to work anymore. Meaning he probably worked for seven months straight and used as little of it on himself as he could.

You placed the bag down on a table, wrapped the robe back around yourself before you went up and cupped his face, eyes searching his. “Geralt, my rate didn’t go up that much since I last saw you. Even for a whole year of just me—“

He let out a wet laugh, shaking his head before he leaned his cheek into your hand, sighing. “I don’t want anyone else to have you. Ever. I hope you don’t just tolerate my company because of the money—“

You cut him off with a kiss, swallowing his quiet groan and trying to pour as much of your love into it as possible, the very idea of never giving your body to anyone but Geralt making you want to burst. “I would have stopped taking your money after that first night,” you whispered, feeling the tears of happiness sliding down your face and making the kiss salty. “And I never just tolerated you, Geralt. I love you.”

He let out a soft hurt noise, wrapping his arms around you before he hoisted you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked you towards the bed. “Let’s use this bed one last time, then I’m taking you out of here forever, my love. No one else will get to touch what is mine.”

You practically purred as he laid you down, smiling up at him through still-wet eyes. “I’m all yours, my Witcher.”

[os8mu-archived]

when you wear their clothes

⤷ ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, atsushi, akutagawa

dazai ー you hold out your arms, watching as the sleeves of his trench coat hang off your hands, unbeknownst to dazai watching you from afar. his belladonna in his coat; it made his heart beat harder than it ever had before. you hadn’t even noticed him until he snuck up on you, spinning you around. you're not sure what's more embarrassing: the yelp of surprise that slips out of your mouth or the fact you were caught by dazai. he pulls the belt of his coat until you’re chest to chest, looking down at you with eyes so bright, they warmed your entire body more than his jacket alone ever could. “my pretty girl,” he gently grasps your jaw, pressing a long kiss to your lips. “you’re so cute, i think you’ll kill me,” he sighs against your mouth.

chuuya ー it was the middle of the night when chuuya arrived home from a mission overseas. a selfish part of him was hoping you were still awake — you weren’t. you were, however, snuggled up on his side of the bed, adorned in one of his button-downs as your hair fanned across his pillow. although he’d have to wait until morning to catch up with you, this wasn’t so bad either. he can’t fight his smile at the thought of you missing him in his absence, putting on his shirt as a way to feel closer to him. he tucks your hair behind your ear, making a mental note to leave his shirts around more often as he presses his lips against the side of your head. “i’m home,” he whispers against your temple.

ranpo ー you wrap yourself up in his cloak, sighing in delight at the warm feeling that spreads through your body as you're surrounded by the sugary smell that always lingered on ranpo’s skin. you eye the hat that was left next to it. it only made sense to match, right? you fit it on your head, nodding to yourself in approval only to turn around and see ranpo. he stood in front of you, his eyes wide open, green irises complimented by his reddening cheeks. even if you could come up with some kind of excuse, you knew he'd see through it before it even left your mouth. you're pulled out of your head when you feel him squish your cheeks in his hands, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. “never take this off.”

fyodor ー there was nothing he didn’t do on purpose; of course he’d left his hat on his desk hoping you’d slip it on when he left the room, and you looked even prettier than he imagined you would. “oh? what’s this?” you feel surprise jolt through your body at the sound of his smooth voice, pulling off the ushanka like you weren't just seen. there was a glint in his eyes as he walked towards you. “did you miss me, dear?” he smiles at the flustered expression on your face. “well…” he takes the hat from you, pulling it back over your head. his hands delicately hold your face, cold thumbs cooling your skin as they stroke your heated cheeks. “now you have the real thing.”

atsushi ー one of the perks of atsushi’s small dorm was that there was little space to hide, so when he woke up without your warm body next to his, it wasn’t hard to find you in the kitchen. “good morning! did you sleep we…” you turn around, waiting for atsushi to continue only to see him frozen as he took in the sight of you in his white button down, finishing up fluffing the rice. “is that…my shirt?” “yeah,” you say, unable to gauge his reaction. “i can take it off if you want.” you mumble, placing down the paddle to fidget with one of the buttons. “no!” falling asleep together only to wake up to you wearing his shirt as you made breakfast, it was like you two were a family, and god, it’s everything he’s ever wanted. he chooses to ignore the twinge of possessiveness he feels as he clears his throat. “i-i mean, no. please keep it on. you look nice.”

akutagawa ー there were only a few times you had seen akutagawa without his coat, let alone seen him leave it out in the open. you had only wanted to try it on for a moment, but of course you chose the moment he came back in the room. you freeze as you see him in the doorway, his eyes unwavering from your form, expression unreadable. “i was only trying it on. please don’t be mad at me." it wasn’t easy to get to the place you were with akutagawa and you were afraid that you might’ve just ruined everything. after a few seconds of embarrassed silence, you shift to shrug the coat off. “don’t,” he grunts. you look up in surprise only to see his blushing face turned away from you, hand covering his mouth, stifling a cough. “...you look really pretty.”

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Alpha!Klaus M. x Preg- Omega!Reader HC’s

~When he found out you were pregnant he lost his God damn mind

•You momentarily had to wonder if vampires could go into shock as he froze in a way you had never seen Klaus freeze, still as a statue for about 30 seconds until you tried to walk away.  You had been planning to go call Elijah for help but Klaus thought you were leaving and as you got to the door his arms wound around your waist stopping you in your tracks

•"Where do you think you're going Little Wolf?"

"I think I was going to call Elijah to make sure you were okay, glad you've rejoined the land of the living...please tell me you want it because I'm not getting rid of her."

"Are you joking?!"  He seemed truly upset and you thought he was going to begin listing all of the reasons you were making a horrible choice.

"Please don't-"

"Of course you're not getting rid of our child!  I mean of course it's 100% your choice but I would be devastated if you didn't want this.  Don't worry love, everything is going to be okay, I'm going to take care of everything!  We need to get you checked out by a doctor, preferably a supernatural one, I think Elijah can help with that.  We're going to need to move you out of this apartment and into the mansion with me, finally!"  He crouched down to face your stomach, lifting your shirt and kissing just above your belly button.  "Thank you my little Princess for finally making your Mommy move in with Daddy, she's been fighting me on that for far too long-"

"Because your family is a lot!"

"Don't speak of my Littlest Wolfs aunts and Uncles like that!  Even if you are right."  He stood back up, wrapping his arms back around you and rubbing your butt just how he knew you liked.  "We need to set up the room next to ours as a nursery, get it painted a nice color, I can do some skylines, maybe some fun animals for her, I'm sure she'll love it.  We'll get a great crib, a rocking chair so she can sleep in my arms and never use said crib, I'll send Rebekah for clothes, you won't have to worry about anything, I promise my love!  She's going to love everything we-wait...how do you know it's a she?"  You broke down laughing at that point, unable to stop at the innocent look on the face of your hybrid Alpha before responding.

"I just feel it."  He placed his hand over yours on your stomach and kissed your head. 

"Im sure you're right."

•You we're completely moved in with ALL of your stuff from your apartment in under an hour, putting everything in the already empty drawers and seeing how long Klaus had been waiting for you to move in with him.

~His siblings were very supportive, they had loved you since the moment Klaus introduced you to them, all loving how you calmed their brother in a way they had never seen before

•Elijah was sure from the moment he saw you that you were the redemption he had always believed existed for his younger brother and the moment you told him you were pregnant his heart soared.  Elijah loved his family more than anything else in the world and the idea of adding a new member to it was everything he could have hoped for since the day they found Freya.  He helped Niklaus with the nursery as much as his hybrid brother would allow before turning to you and being sure to check on you at least 45 times a day, sometimes 46.

•Freya was thrilled.  She was psyched at the idea of training a new Mikaelson witch, even if she had quite a few years to go before that, excited to see how happy her little brother was as he waited on you hand and foot, even when you needed nothing.  She put a silencing spell on your room for you so you could get some peace and quiet as well as a lock charm on the door that not even Klaus could break, much to his displeasure.  You didn't use it much but as the mood swings got worse you knew it would come in handy.

•Kol tried to seem indifferent and everyone thought he was, everyone but you.  You noticed how he watched you the next morning as you walked through the kitchen, Klaus was still in bed otherwise he would be the one watching you like a hawk so Kol took it upon himself, discreetly.  You hadn't had any morning sickness today and were actually hungry so you began making French toast for yourself, getting everything out and just as you cracked the shell, getting a smell of the raw eggs, your stomach turned and you gagged, turning to find a trash bucket right in front of you in your brother in laws hands.  You doubled over it, taking it from him and he took hold of your hair, pulling it up into a messy bun.

•"Why don't I make the French toast for you Y/n, okay?  You go sit at the counter."

"Oh...thank you Kol, that's very helpful."  You washed your mouth out in the sink before drying your face and taking hold of the coffee pot when it was snatched out of your grasp.

"No you don't!  No coffee for the pregnant lady, I think Nik picked you up some juice at the store yesterday. Sit, I'll get it."  You were stunned but couldn't help your smile, nodding and hopping into the seat at the island counter.  At that moment you felt familiar hands around you and a kiss on your cheek.

"Good morning Little Wolf, how are you feeling?"  Apple juice was then set down in front of you by the youngest Mikaelson brother and you took a big gulp, seeing a shocked look on Klaus' face.

"I'm okay, Kol is making me French toast cause the smell of the eggs made me sick, isn't that sweet?"  Klaus snorted and Kol grumbled as he began frying the egg covered bread but you knew he was happy to do it either way.

•Rebekah was the only one who treated you no different, knowing you would prefer it like that.  The only difference she had was the shopping addiction, which in retrospect wasn’t really a difference, the only difference was the clothes weren’t for her. You had an outfit for EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of your baby's first year of life by the end of the week.

•"It's all necessary Y/n."

"Rebekah, she'll grow out of them before she can even wear everything!"

"Well then you're just going to have to have more than one!"  With that thought in mind Klaus was even happier, taken by the idea of breeding you full of another baby the second you gave birth to this one.  DAMMIT REBEKAH!

~If you thought Klaus was protective before, think again. He was down right POSSESSIVE now

•He took you to Starbucks later that week to get you a shaken tea with lemonade, your favorite drink that wasn't coffee as, like Kol, he refused to let you drink that anymore and he had sat you at a table while he went to grab your drinks.  A second later you saw a man before you, a coffee cup in his grasp and a bright smile on his face as he looked at you, commenting quickly on how gorgeous you looked today.

•"Isn't she just?  Pregnancy suits my lovely girl so much, just like your neck at a 90 degree angle is going to suit you if you don't get the fuck away from her right now."  The calm way he said it was the startling thing and the man was gone faster than you thought a human could be.

•He got irritated every time one of his siblings helped you with anything. He was distracted by the nursery he was painting so Elijah and Kol had been waiting on you practically hand and foot, and though it was driving you insane it was pissing Niklaus off.

•“She’s having my baby! Not yours! Stop doing my job!” You overheard him screaming at his brothers one morning, thinking you were still in bed and realizing Elijah had made you breakfast.

“Nik, they just want to help.” Rebekah defended, even though she found the whole thing comical.

“She’s my Omega, I’m supposed to take care of her-“

“And YOUR Omega is carrying OUR niece, we want to help. We’re not saying you can’t do it Niklaus, but you’ve been busy making sure your daughters nursery is perfect, let us assist while you do that.”

“Yeah, you can still take care of everything your Omega needs in the bedroom, we won’t take that from you.” Kol teased and you instantly knew that was your moment to come in, before someone gets injured.

“Good morning!” You shouted and everyone turned to greet you except your Alpha who was already facing his brother and just before he moved you shoved your way into his arms. “It was a joke Alpha, just a joke. Breathe.”

~Your Alpha was sure to warn every single potential enemy away from you, The Salvatore’s, Tyler Lockwood, the Bennett witch, Everyone!

•You had escaped one morning before anyone woke up, just wanting to go out alone and as you got to the grille and ordered your breakfast omelet full or cheese and bacon that you were craving you were joined in your booth by Damon Salvatore.

•“Omega.” He greeted, as if it was some kind of nickname.

“Call me that again and I will have my Alpha tear out your tongue and shove it up your asshole.” He rolled his eyes, but nodded none the less.

“Apologies. Look, I’m here to ask that you keep him on a shorter leash.” You looked up at him strangely as your plate was placed on the table along with your soda. “He’s threatening everyone left and right for doing absolutely nothing. Say what you will about how much we hate the Mikaelson’s but we would never hurt an Omega, let alone a pregnant one just to hurt them.” You knew Niklaus had spoken to them but you didn’t know it was to this extent.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him. However if I find out this is a lie I will kill you myself, I won’t need his help.” Damon nodded his head, jumping up and darting off quickly as you saw Nik run in with Elijah behind him, sighing in relief when he saw you.

“You can’t do that love, I thought you were hurt! What…was Damon here? I’ll kill-“

“Nikky. Stop. He told me how much you’re going out of your way to threaten them and I really don’t think they have an interest in me. Leave them alone. If you find out they’re up to something that’s different but stop trying to make people hate us more, it’s going to put our daughters life in danger even more.” He looked to be taking what you were saying to heart and you took his hand in yours. “Order something and have breakfast with me…and order me more hash browns.” He couldn’t hide his smile as you said this, going back to your food as Elijah flagged down the waitress, joining you as well.

~The day Klaus met his daughter he fell completely in love and you knew you would be having more children if not just to see that look on his face again.

•You had decided to call her Hope and everyone fell in love with the name.

•Your Alpha didn’t even want her to sleep in her crib and she didn’t. He laid her on your bed nestled safely in the pillows so he could tend to her instantly when she cried. When you finally put your foot down about her sleeping in her crib, you found him, quite often, not in your bed and sleeping on the floor in her room.

•He adored her, as did everyone and there was never a moment Hope wasn’t in someone’s arms.

•You had to throw a fit one day before everyone seemed to realize you wanted to hold your own baby, the scared looks on these Original vampires faces would have been funny if you hadn’t been so pissed. The apology you got later was one reserved for you, a genuine apology from your Alpha would be worth its weight in gold to anyone else but you demanded it and he knew it. It was the first night he slept in your bed all night, letting you tend to Hope when you heard her cry on the baby monitor.

•Your Alpha was happy. Truly happy, never believing having a daughter would be possible.

•“She’s gonna be a Daddy’s girl. Practically already is.” You told him, standing beside him as he stood in her doorway, watching her sleep.

“She’s going to adore you Little Wolf.” I nodded.

“I know, I’m her mom, she’d better but…I just figure we’re gonna need to try again if I want to have a little Momma’s boy, I’ve always wanted a son.” I admitted and he looked down at me, barely disguising the hopeful look on his face.

“Do you mean it? Really, you want-“

“I think we should get started right away.” I had barely finished the sentence when I was scooped off of my feet and hauled to our bedroom, right passed Elijah.

“We’ll start cleaning out another bedroom tomorrow, shall we?” He asked and as he slammed the door he shouted back.

“The room next to Hope’s will be perfect.”

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[sunlightmurdock]

Sub Rosa | Part Two: The Cover Up | Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (18+)

Masterlist

Warnings: Secret relationships, pinv, unprotected sex, oral (m&f receiving)

…

“So how long have you been fucking Ice’s daughter?”

Rooster paused, his hands still on the folded pile of clothes in his locker. He took a deep breath and turned, looking Jake in the eye and raising an eyebrow at him.

“What did you say?” Rooster gave him a chance to move on and let this go. Jake grinned at him, placing a toothpick between his teeth, “I said: how long have you been fucking Ice’s daughter, man?”

Hangman had known about Rooster’s dirty little secret for three whole days now, and he had just been brewing over what he should do about it. On the one hand, he was kind of impressed that Rooster had a dangerous bone in his body. On the other, Rooster was an asshole in the air and Jake liked to mess with him on the ground.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Rooster turned towards his locker, pushing his clothes to the back, zipping up his flight suit and slamming the thin metal door shut. Hangman chuckled, passing the toothpick from the right side of his mouth to the left.

Jake followed Rooster as he began to leave the locker room.

Today was the final day of Admiral Kazansky’s birthday celebrations. It was his sixtieth and after forty years of service, the Navy was making a fairly big deal out of it. Rooster checked his watch. The airshow was beginning in ten minutes, where they both, along with four other pilots, were going to fly in sync for some of the biggest names in the United States Navy.

“His youngest too,” Hangman tutted, his eyes twinkling as he walked alongside the other pilot. “Shit — you didn’t take her virginity did you?” Rooster turned, cornering the shorter man and invading his space, “Would you shut the fuck up?”

Jake raised his eyebrows, “You did, didn’t you?” Rooster rolled his eyes. He hadn’t, and that was none of Jake’s business either way. Jake’s smile grew regardless, he clutched his stomach as he began to laugh, “Ice is gonna fucking kill you, dude.”

“Are you gonna tell him?” Rooster’s voice was lower now as he checked the hallway for others that might be listening in.

Hangman laughed again, shaking his head, “No fucking way — I’m not getting involved. It’s your balls on the line, bro, not mine.” He scoffed, finally nudging past Rooster and continuing along the hallway. Rooster let out a breath, following Jake along the hall.

“She is hot. Always walking around in those tiny fucking dresses, can’t say I hadn’t thought abou-“

“Watch it.” Rooster warned with an elbow into Jake’s ribs, looking seriously at the other pilot.

Hangman rubbed at his aching ribs as the pair rounded the corner, “What? — you fuck Ice’s kid under his own roof and I’m not allowed to say she has a nice ass?”

Leaning against the wall, his eyes on his watch, Maverick lifted his head and stared at the two young pilots before him. Both froze, like caught schoolboys. Even with sunglasses on, Rooster could feel Maverick’s glare.

“Mav, I can explain, I—“

“Don’t!” Mav didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to hear any more. He didn’t even want to hear what he had. He knew better than anyone, the dangers of screwing an Admiral’s daughter. Last time he did that, he had ended up in Bolivia for two years.

Sure, Penny was the best thing that had ever happened to him, but that was different.

Maverick sighed, putting both of his hands up, “Get outside. We’re gonna do this airshow, we’re gonna pretend everything’s fine, and then you and I are gonna talk.”

Rooster knew better than to argue. He nodded his head. Maverick turned and left the building, leading the idiots behind him out onto the tarmac. He heard a soft ‘oof’ from behind him as Rooster drove his elbow into Hangman’s ribs.

Standing out on the tarmac between your mother and father. Lined up right next to about eight more nicely decorated Admirals. Ice had made a lot of friends in his career, and they were all here to support him.

Every single person with the power to decide upon the rest of Rooster’s career, standing neatly in a line with the one girl who had the power to derail it completely.

Rooster avoided your gaze, adjusting his shades and staring straight ahead as he walked towards the planes. Maverick and Hangman, however, were staring straight at you. Your smile faltered slightly, your heart falling into your stomach as you realised they both knew now.

You glanced up at your father’s standing proud as he said something to Admiral Caine, his hand resting on your shoulder. He squeezed you gently, turning and giving you a proud grin.

The airshow went seamlessly. You had been terrified that either Mav or Hangman would say something stupid over comms. Or that Rooster would say something himself to try to straighten things out. That something would go wrong. It went seamlessly. He flew perfectly, like always.

After the airshow, it became more of an informal event. Drinks and food in the Officer’s club. You had been here many times, at many events like this. Each more boring than the next for the child of an Admiral. You stayed with your mother, listening to her chide you about frowning so much.

You weren’t even really listening, you were just watching the door while stirring the ice in your lemonade with a straw. Waiting for him.

Hangman and the other pilots entered the room with your father, all of them smiling. Your father patted Jake on the shoulder and shook his hand before they went their separate ways. You wondered if he would ever accept Rooster like that if he knew about you two.

Currently, your father liked Rooster a lot. You knew the story, how he had flown with Bradley’s dad back in Top Gun. Your father had a lot of admiration for the things that Rooster had accomplished. With Mav being his best friend, they talked about Bradley a fair bit.

You knew that if you were older — if your relationship had begun under different circumstances — that your father would have been thrilled with your choice of a partner.

You waited patiently for him to walk through the door behind the others, but he didn’t show. Neither did Maverick. You frowned, glancing around to see if you had missed them entering, only to be quickly scolded by your mother for frowning again.

“How long has this shit being going on, Bradley?”’

Rooster sighed softly, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him, his arms folded over his chest as he waited for this to be over. “Since Thanksgiving…” He mumbled, avoiding looking Maverick in the eye.

“Thanks— Since Thanksgiving?” Maverick whisper-yelled, hitting Bradley in the arm. Bradley shrugged his shoulders, unsure what Pete wanted him to do about it at this point. “Brad, that was five fucking months ago!”

“I know…” Rooster sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“W- Hold on,” Maverick pinched the bridge of his nose, “Do you mean when you were at my place on Thanksgiving?”

Rooster’s lips quirked slightly, fighting to keep the smile off of his face. He couldn’t help that he found it funny. Maverick’s jaw dropped.

“Are you kidding me, Bradshaw? What is wrong with you? — she’s been away at college, how the hell have you even been seeing her?”

“I go up on weekends.” Rooster shrugged, like that was going to be an acceptable answer.

Maverick sighed. He reached out and gripped the back of Rooster’s neck, forcing his nephew to look him in the eye. “Look, Ice is one of my closest friends — but I can’t protect you here. If he finds out, you’re done.”

Rooster rolled his eyes and squirmed out of Maverick’s grasp, “He’s not gonna find out.”

“You have to just end it.” Maverick pleaded, searching Rooster’s face for any sign of regret whatsoever. He found none. “Maybe you can start seeing her again in a couple of months, do it right, take her on some dates. Alright?”

“Look, Ice isn’t going to find out. If this goes somewhere, we’ll tell him. Until then, he doesn’t need to know.” Rooster answered. He wasn’t just going to end it. He didn’t know if he could.

“This doesn’t end well for you, alright?” Done listening, Rooster had already begun to walk away. “Do the smart thing, Bradley. Just end it.”

Rooster rolled his eyes, not bothering to look back as he headed into the event room with the others. He fit in with the other pilots like he hadn’t been missing at all, smiling at something Fanboy had said to him.

You turned back to your mother before anyone caught the longing stares you were giving him across the bar. Your phone buzzed on the table, and was in your hand before your mother could even notice it was making a noise at all.

From Nick: Hangar D, 20 minutes

Your cheeks flushed with heat as you glanced back at Rooster excitedly. He had been saved as Nick in your phone for weeks now, after you had realised that you didn’t like the thought of your parents seeing his name pop up on your phone. Nicholas was his middle name but they wouldn’t put that together.

“Mommy, you don’t mind if I drive myself home, do you? — I have kind of a headache.” You asked gently, reaching out and placing your hand over your mother’s. Maverick, standing on the other side of your mother, deep in conversation with your father, shot you a look. You smiled sweetly at him as your mother handed you the keys to her car.

He watched you grab your bag and leave with an impressive level of calm. Then, he watched Rooster check the time on his watch. Exactly five minutes later, he narrowed his eyes as he watched Rooster make up and excuse and leave through the same door.

Hangar D was the furthest Hangar from the events hall, and also the closest to exit C, which had the least security. You parked in your mom’s car beside the door to the hangar, busying yourself with fixing your makeup whilst waiting for Rooster.

You flinched at the sound of something hitting your window, sighing in relief as Rooster opened the car door, laughing at your reaction.

“Move up, honey.” You moved over the centre console, sliding into the passenger seat, sitting up on your knees and leaning across to kiss him as he took the driver’s seat.

“You look so fucking good in this dress.” Rooster hummed against your lips, “God, I’m a lucky man, huh?”

You smiled against his lips, sitting back down in the seat and locking your fingers between his. Rooster squeezed your hand gently, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles as he turned the keys in the ignition.

He pulled the car away, heading along the road far enough that you reached the automatic security gate. It scanned the licence plate — no need for guards that might spot the two of you together.

“So, I take it Mav wasn’t happy when he found out?” You asked, stroking his strong hand delicately with your thumb. Rooster chuckled, shaking his head slightly, “He wasn’t thrilled that we fucked in his bathroom, no.”

You groaned, “Why would you tell him that?”

“I mean, I spared him the gory details but I told him it was at thanksgiving - he figured it out. He wouldn’t have known at all if Jake wasn’t such a loudmouth.”

You squeezed his hand, “Sorry for getting you in trouble with them.”

“I can handle those guys.” Rooster shot you a wink through the lenses of his shades, turning his eyes back to the road. “Anything for you anyway, honey.”

You giggled softly, setting his hand on your thigh with yours over it, sliding it up to the edge of your white dress, “Anything?”

“Baby, we’re like ten minutes away.” Rooster glanced between you and the road as he pulled up at a red light. You raised an eyebrow at him, batting your eyelashes playfully, “Is that a no?”

Rooster laughed breathily, squeezing your thigh, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you no, have I?” He realised. You smiled at him sweetly. He slid his hand between your legs, pausing as he realised you weren’t wearing anything under that classy white dress of yours.

“Baby.” He breathed, turning his head towards you, “You did not stand next to the most important men in the Navy with no panties on.” You could tell he was trying not to laugh.

You licked your lips, pushing your hips forward against his hand, “Jealous?”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you as his thumb circled your clit, his eyes on the road ahead, “You are somethin’ else, Kazansky.” He pulled away from the red light, hand resting casually at the base of the wheel as his other worked between your legs.

You took your lip between your teeth as you watched him drive. Something about watching him drive an eighty five thousand dollar car in a flight suit made you want to tell him to pull over right then and there.

He glanced over, watching you squirm against his hand, leaning in and kissing you gently, “Almost home, honey.”

Rooster’s place was a cute little white cottage on the coast with a porch out front and a sunny backyard. His neighbours were all in their eighties. The first time he had brought you over, you had thought he lived with his grandma until you went i inside.

You just hadn’t been expecting him to live somewhere that was so nice and peaceful. You had been expecting a bachelor pad.

He swung the car into the driveway, switching off the engine and crossing in front of the car to open your door for you. Once you were on your feet his hands were on the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up and over his shoulder in one swift move. His hand came up and landed on your ass, ensuring your dress was covering your modesty as he shut the car door, his lips quirking as you squealed in his arms.

“You feel like fucking in a bed that’s actually made for adults this time, baby?” He fished his keys out of his pocket, balancing you over his shoulder with his other hand, turning his head and kissing the back of your thigh, making you laugh even more. It was once he had said this that you both caught the sound of a hose turning off, looking to the side to see one of Rooster’s elderly neighbours looking entirely scandalised at what she had just heard.

“Sorry, Mrs. McKeldrick.” He waved at her, keys in his hand, you still over his shoulder. Your cheeks burned as you forced yourself to also wave, unable to keep yourself from laughing. She stared you down as Rooster slotted his keys into the door and carried you inside.

He whistled casually, turning and locking the door behind him, tossing his keys onto the side table and walking you through the house, his hand on your ass. He thought back to what Hangman had said earlier; you did have a nice ass.

Rooster set you down on your feet in front of his bed, brushing your hair back down into his previously neat style like he wasn’t planning to mess it up completely soon after. He lifted your chin and just looked you over, his soft brown eyes taking in your features.

“What?” You whispered, feeling suddenly self-conscious in the quiet of the room. Bradley smiled, brushing his hand over your cheek, finally leaning in and pressing to yours, “Just admiring that pretty face.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, swatting at his chest, “Don’t go all soft on me now, Bradshaw.” He chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m rarely soft when you’re around, baby.”

You giggled as he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him, pushing you down onto the mattress with his knee between your legs, “Especially not now I know you’ve been out here wandering around with no panties on.” He murmured against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. He tucked his arm under your back, flipping you over onto your front, sliding your hair over your shoulder and kissing the back of your neck.

You hummed, arching your back and pushing your ass back into his crotch. He pushed harder again you, sliding your zipper delicately down your back, leaving kisses along your skin as he went until it hit the bottom. He slid the dress down, dropping it to the floor and leaving an open-mouthed kiss at the base of your spine before pulling your hips up off of the mattress and turning you back onto your front.

“Get comfy.” He murmured, already slipping between your legs. You whimpered gently, shifting up closer to the pillows, watching him take off his sunglasses and drop them onto the rug. Though Rooster wasn’t the first person you had had sex with, he was the first guy who had gone down on you. And he loved doing it.

He had been visiting up at college every weekend since January, and he knew you like he knew how to fly now. His nose nudged you clit slightly, his hands under your knees, pushing them up to your waist, out of his way as his tongue teased at your hole.

Your friends back at college had made fun of you when they heard you were spending your spring break at home instead of going to Mexico with them. You would make the same choice a hundred times over to be here, with him, like this.

“Were you hoping I’d fuck you on base?” He stopped, pressing his lips against your thigh, trailing his fingers along your hip. “That why you had no panties on?”

You took your lip between your teeth, pushing your fingers into his curls, batting your eyelashes at him, “Maybe I was.”

His eyes stayed on yours as his hand slid between your legs, stroking at your clit, “My dirty girl.” You shivered as his tongue teased at your hole once more, letting out a breathy moan and pushing your head back against his pillows.

The thing was, Rooster knew he was good in bed. He knew that you went crazy for him. He knew that the guy you had slept with before him didn’t even close to compare. This afforded him certain luxuries. Such as being the biggest tease in the fucking world.

“Tell me what you were thinking out there today.” He slid his ring and middle fingers into you, making you hiss at the certain stretch.

“I was thinking…” You paused and swallowed as he curled his fingers expertly inside of you. “Fuck. I was thinking that my boyfriend looks hot as fuck in his… shit, Rooster — in his flight suit.”

Rooster hummed against your clit, turning his head and sucking a kiss into your thigh, “Is that right?” He murmured, not looking at you as he buried his face between your legs again.

“And I was hoping that he might, holy shit, let me ride him while he wore it.”

Rooster groaned against your core, pulling your hips towards him, feeling you shudder. His eyes flickered up to you, watching you writhe under him as you came, cursing his name breathlessly.

You blinked, feeling him kissing his way up your body, grabbing your hips and your waist as he did, humming softly as he reached your jaw.

“I think that can be arranged, baby.” He breathed, already tugging at the zipper of his flight suit. He sat back on his knees and slipped his arms out, tugging off the black t-shirt he usually wore under the suit, then slipping his arms back into the suit.

You smiled as you slid into his lap, pushing the fabric off of his chest just enough to kiss his collarbones, sliding your fingertips along his toned torso, sliding the zipper all the way down. Rooster’s hands came up to rest on your hips as you pushed his boxers down, wrapping your hand around the base of his length, pumping it slowly.

“Tease.” Rooster challenged, his eyes flickering between your hand and your face. You smiled at him cutely, wriggling between his legs, sticking your tongue out and pressing it flat against his tip, pumping your fist up to almost the tip and then bringing your mouth back down on him with your hand.

Rooster’s hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers curling around the hair at the base of your skull. You moaned gently around his length, making him groan. What a sight. Him with his head leaned back against his headboard, eyes shut in bliss, his sandy curls resting against his forehead, slightly disheveled.

“That’s it, honey,” Rooster guided your head down a little further, “Doing so good.”

You looked up at him through damp eyelashes, blinking back tears as you held him at the top of your throat, your fist pumping around the base of his cock. Rooster’s cock twitched at the sight.

Rooster groaned, nudging you back and tugging you back into his lap, grabbing the base of his cock one hand, then you jaw with the other. You steadied yourself on his broad shoulders, leaning in and pressing your lips to his as you sank down on his length.

“Fuck, baby…” Rooster’s grip on your jaw kept your eyes on him. He slid his hand down from your jaw to your chest, groping at your breast as you rose back up on your knees.

He took his lip between his teeth, grabbing both of your hips, guiding you as you bounced on his cock, his eyes on your face as your brow furrowed in pleasure, your head leaned back.

You felt him shift slightly, pressing his heels into the mattress for better leverage, bringing one hand up to grasp the back of your neck. He snapped his hips upward, meeting you halfway, dropping his mouth down to suck at your breast. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand, you grabbed onto his knee for leverage with the other.

“Hold on, shit,” Rooster panted against your chest, swallowing hard as his fingertips pressed bruises into your hips, “Fuck — you’re gonna make me cum.”

You smiled, leaning down and kissing the spot just below his ear, your lips grazing it as you spoke, “I want you to cum.”

“You and that filthy fuckin’ mouth.” He dragged his lips across your throat, his grip on your hips tightening as he guided you. “Are gonna be the death of me, baby.”

You knew he was close, trying to hold out. His voice strained, the veins in his throat pressing out against his tanned skin, his cock throbbing each time you bounced down against his length. You gasped, digging your fingernails into his thigh, shuddering as he buried himself deep and spurted inside of you, his lips kissing lazily at your throat.

“God, I fucking love you.” Rooster confessed breathlessly against your chest, holding the back of your neck as he cradled you against him, still rutting his hips up into you.

You opened your eyes and blinked at him, lips already parted in a breathless haze. You raised your eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to realise what he had said.

“I love you.” He slid his fingers up your neck and into the hair at the base of your skull, pulling you down into a kiss.

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late | jim hopper

18+, mildly nsfw, afab!reader, established fwb, slight dom!hopper, mentions of cum

tendrils of sleep cling to your mind as you roll over, but they’re stripped away as soon as the light hits your face. the morning sun is glaring through the window.

and it shouldn’t be.

“shit—” you hiss, sitting slowly upright. “i gotta go.”

hopper groans from beside you, placing a heavy hand on your bare hip. “go where?”

“to work.” standing is hard work after a long night, but you make it upright and start looking for your clothes. a slight wetness leaks out onto your thighs — remnants of hopper having been buried deep inside you for most of the night.

“it’s a Thursday,” comes the sluggish reply.

you laugh, the sweet noise making a smile blossom on hopper’s face from across the room. “yes, and it’s your day off, but not mine. if i’m late again my boss will kill me.”

he finally joins the land of the living, sitting up to watch you flit around and slip on your clothes. “then have him come see me. he won’t do nothin’ to the chief of police.”

it’s enough to give you pause. you grin and walk back to hopper, leaning down to kiss him. he deepens it with a large hand landing on the back of your neck to keep you close. when you pull away, he whines.

“honey, please.”

“hop, i’m late.”

you ignore the rest of his grumbling to freshen up in the bathroom for a few precious moments, praying you could make yourself look like you hadn’t once again been fucked silly by hawkins’ one and only police chief.

when you re-emerge he's up and got his pants on, digging around for the leftover pot of coffee.

“alright, i’m out,” you call, scooping up your keys and bag and turning toward the door.

“hey, whoa,” comes hopper’s stern voice. “you know better.”

you roll your eyes and punctuate it with a grin, slinking back over to give him another kiss. he hums contentedly into it, nipping at your cheek with his scratchy beard and smacking your ass as you finally walk away.

you pause in the doorway. “later?”

hopper grins. thursday nights at your place were a given, but he likes seeing you bashfully confirm it. “yeah, sweetheart, see you later.”