#penn badgley smut

[luvontour]

❥ . . jealousy, jealousy > joe goldberg

- joe’s happy you’re making friends in london, until he notices the way that stupid writer looks at you.

joe’s hand settles on your hip as soon as the door closes behind him. it’s become a habit since your early stages of relationship. he simply follows as you say your hellos and press your cheek against other girls’ faces with loud kissing noises.

from what you told him, he wasn’t really interested in meeting your friends, if anything he thought of them as one of the many reasons he clung to you a little bit tighter every morning

“y/n, you made it!” joe watches as a peppy blonde throws her arm over your shoulder, not minding how the two of you were almost tangled together.

“hi! phoebe, this is my husband, joe” the blonde brightens up (something joe thought impossible) when you present him. he only nods with a small smile and shakes her hand, despite her attempts of hugging him.

she smiles “come, come. i have to introduce someone to you”

his hand burns into your side, fragments of earlier and your poor attempt of a quickie still in your head as the two of you follow after your friend(ish) to a secluded bar. where a pale, almost your height man sat, swirling his shot of whiskey in its glass. joe recognized him immediately. it’s rhys montrose, the writer nadia had been talking to him about earlier.

“rhys! y/n, the girl i had been talking to you about and her husband joe”

“it’s my pleasure” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. joe doesn’t miss the way his eyes roam you over, throwing the cleavage of your dress a longer stare, he watches you all over, probably imagining lewd scenarios only your husband was lucky to experience.

he wants to leave then and there, but he wants to give it a chance, for you. he can’t think of another reason as to why he would sit there and gulp through this guy’s staring and his always dismissed attempts at flirting with you.

he sees a perfect window when you excuse yourself from the group, something about the powder room, which you never get to, because along the way, he manages to sneak the two of you off to one of many guest rooms.

he knows you felt it too, the way rhyse was staring and making inappropriate jokes, undermining joe and your relationship, inviting you on many scenarios in which he wasn’t included, he doesn’t need anything other than his rough lips and kisses to express what he’s feeling right now.

angry, jealous, possessive? those were just a few of the feelings coursing through him as he moans into your mouth, caving and letting your fingers tangle in his hair and steer him around like a puppy.

“please” your plead breaks him, you look so pretty like this, everytime, even if you were worse than him, kinkier, dirtier, he adored having you like this, under his frame, blushed, sweaty and with your chest racing as if you had just gone running.

“i don’t know doll, what exactly are you asking me for?” his nose nips at your cheek and so do his lips, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin as he waits for an answer

“fuck me.” he groans when you whisper so sweetly. “please, i want you inside me”

“fucking hell” he struggles to pull away from you even slightly. “you just know i can’t resist when you ask me like that”

there’s some fumbling, but he manages to fish himself out of his pants, tucking your thin underwear to the side before he easily sinks inside you. the two of you make animalistic- guttural sounds at the feeling, and he can’t help when he says

“can’t believe that guy thinks he even has a chance” he chuckles against your jaw before nipping at it, and he just stares. at your furrowed brows, your parted lips. and he listens to your whiny noises and how needy you get for him, and he feels complete.

not as fulfilled as he feels though when he’s sure rhys has heard you, moaning his name over and over until you come.

“y/n?” there’s some incessant knocking, and a faux concerned man on the other side. “are you okay in there darling? you’ve been a while”

“y-yes. yes! im good rhys. i’ll be out in a minute, i think”

“is there anything i can do to help?” god, you wish you could see the two of you from afar. joe’s nibbling at your jaw and neck while your arms around his own keep you closer than ever, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clench your pussy around him. you can’t pretend you’re just touching up your makeup in there. you can care less if the man is waiting for a response, the way joe whispers against you both reassurance and degradations sends shocks of electricity to your poor and abused bundle of nerves.

“are you gonna come?” he chuckles “come on my dick baby, let him hear you. let him know he will never be inside you. that he will never make you feel this good. show him”

“fuck- joe. i’m so close, please”

“i know angel, i’ve got you.” almost on purpose, his hips slam deeper and faster, his thumb quickly presses back and forth on your clit and with his beard grazing against your neck it all becomes too much for you to take. and you’re soon shaking around him, biting his lip after a chain of profanities and his name that you hoped were masked by the music playing outside.

all of this, unaware of the encounter your husband was going to have just outside the door with the relentless writer who did in fact hear everything that just went down

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Penn Badgley: Mother’s Goodest Boy | Part 1

!!CW!! — Stuffing (Soft), Belly Worship (Rubbing), Sub & Dom,

Synopsis: Penn is one of Mother’s favorite boys, and she always makes sure to take good care of him. After one of her best treats fails to fill up his little belly, she’s forced to try out an experimental, new recipe. Penn only wants to serve her, and make her happy… and he’ll eat anything that she offers him, even if it’s something new.

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"There you are." She said, her voice sounding as thick, and smooth as southern butter. "That's a good, good boy, Penn. Swallow for me... now, and take another bite." A look of satisfaction, and approval in her maple syrup-colored eyes, Penn couldn't help but to press his lips to her fingers once again, and steal another mouthful of cake from her hand. "Mmmm... such an obedient, hungry boy. Chew, and swallow."

Be good, hungry, obedient... good, hungry, obedient... good, hungry and oh so obedient. That's all she needed him to be. Her good, hungry, and obedient boy.

"Now, how does it taste." She asked him once again, watching intently as he turned the spongy loaf between his jaws, like an oral tumble-wash — her thumb pressed softly against his bottom lip. "I spent a lot of time on it this morning. Baked it just for you. I expect nothing less than perfection from my recipes... you understand this. I won't be pleased if it's anything less than satisfactory. You may speak." Her syrupy eyes seemed to blister and bubble as she awaited his answer... lit up with and impatient expectancy.

"G—Good, Mother." He answered, his voice quivering at the edge of her still fingertip. "It's... delicious, as always. W—Well done, really."

"Just as I'd hoped. You know, I want only the best goods for you, Penn... you've certainly earned such a high honor. Out of all the boys that I've had... all of the ones that have been here, sitting in the same seat that you are now... you're the most impressive. It's not too often that they come back for more than one session with me... and not many boys of your slender build can take on such a challenge as this." A sly smirk raised across her lips, Mother traced the end of her thumb down from his mouth, and took him swiftly by the neck. "You're a rarity, darling... I truly mean that. A different breed. I'm going to take good care of you."

"Thank you, Mother. Anything for you." Conceding to her dominion, Penn closed his eyes — pressing his Adam's apple to her palm, so that she may use more force to choke him — and swallowed the last of his cake. "I'd take on a thousand of your challenges. I swear it! If my goal is to please you, I'd do anything."

How good of him, to make such a promise. How greedy he is. How obedient...

"My, you flatter me. So charming. Hmmm... I love the smell of chocolate on your breath. It's sweet... just like you." Pleased by his eagerness to serve her, and harboring somewhat of a fondness for him, she tightened her hold on his throat —  clenching its sides, as hard as she could — until his eyes began to water, and he could no longer breathe. "Mommy is very proud of you, Darling. You've eaten quite a lot... an entire cake. I know that you're feeling incredibly full. Mother always knows best. It's time to see how much you've grown. You must be such a big boy." As she spoke, her maple gaze slowly dropped from his lips, and fixed itself onto his unclad stomach. "A big, big boy... indeed. Just look at you!"

Observing her command, Penn looked down at his midsection... only to be displeased with the pathetic degree of which it had grown. It looked as though he had hardly eaten, from his point of view — his tummy being about the size of a small melon — and, although Mother seemed to be pleased with his new mass, he couldn't help but to feel like a disappointment. For a man who'd just devoured an entire cake on his own, without being allowed a single intermission between mouthfuls, his gut had hardly grown... a direct insult, and undermining of her hard work. He wanted to be big for her... to show her that he could handle even the heaviest of her treats... and, in his mind, this was an awful look for him. There was more than enough room in his stomach to perform a second stuffing... maybe even a third... nothing inside of his body but space and opportunity. "I'm... I'm not big enough." He groaned — his neck throbbing as he spoke. "Please, Mother... I need more. I need more!"

"How enthusiastic of you, begging to be fed." She replied, kneeling down in front of his chair — her eyes still locked onto his stomach. "I admire your gluttony, but remember... I'm the one in charge, here... and I give the orders. I won't allow you another bite, until I feel that you've earned it... and your barking is very unbecoming. Now, let me see." Examining him as though he were a specimen in a lab, she ran her soft palm along the expanse of his belly, and gave it a nice slap — her mouth twisted into a dissatisfied frown. In addition to it's inadmissible growth, his stomach had taken on quite an irregular shape; curving gradually outward, from the bottom of his chest, and carrying the brunt of his bloat in a small, puffy pocket of flesh, just below his belly button — which created an odd, rounded point in the center of his stomach, that Mother's hand could feel. It wasn't tight at all... nowhere near as full as she thought it'd be. Even without the use of her words, after her brief examination, it was clear that she was unhappy with his size. "Hmmm... I guess you are still on the smaller side... and a bit unshapely. I have to say, I'm very confused. Perhaps you've convinced me." By the looks of him, It seemed that she would have to work harder than she was used to, in order to stuff him up to his full capacity — bring out the biggest dish that she could find, and force it down his gullet — and she'd never let a single one of her boys leave her kitchen unless they'd reached their potential. "This is quite curious, isn't it? Well, Penn... it seems as though you've force my hand. Are you ready to have another of Mommy's treats?"

"Yes, Mother! Yes, I am!" He answered — squirming in his restraints, tightening them further around his wrists, ankles, and chest. "More cake! Please! I'm so small, and hungry! I know that I've disappointed you. I'll redeem myself, I promise! Please, just feed me!"

"Perfect. A hungry belly always gets fed, in my kitchen... and you shall be satisfied, no matter how much I have to stuff you. Mommy will be right back, boy. There's another cake waiting for you in the fridge, only the second goodie that I've prepared for tonight's dessert. Don't you dare try and move from your seat, or I'll have to fetch my spatula as well, and give you a proper spanking. You've got one strike already, thanks to your distasteful outburst. Now, be a good boy, and sit still."

Good, hungry, obedient... good, hungry, obedient... good, hungry and oh so obedient. A rarity, in the eyes of the master. Mother's boys must do exactly what they're told to do... even the most outstanding among them.

Her hands braced firmly on his kneecaps; spine straight as a board; and her shoulders held high, Mother arose from the floor. "I'll be right back," she said — teasing him with her soft, buttery voice, "Don't miss me too much, while I'm gone." With the silence of a ghost, she quickly disappeared into a dark corner of the kitchen... taking her precious time to select Penn's next goodie.

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"Alright, Baby! Close your eyes." Mother ordered him as she stepped out from the cloak of the shadows — chirping her command like a songbird, with his extra special treat resting in her open palms. "This one should fill you up nicely, and it only took me ten minutes to bake! Isn't that thrilling? I decorated it beautifully, if I do say so myself... and, with everything that I've thrown into the batter, it should taste like you're biting into a slice of heaven. Full disclosure, there's a secret ingredient of mine sprinkled in there. I mixed a little dash of magic into it, before I popped it into the oven yesterday. This particular... very, very unusual ingredient... takes no time at all to... well... rise, when it comes in contact with something that's wet... say, your saliva. I got it from one of my most trusted suppliers... and added my own little twist. You know that Mother only gets the best ingredients for her boys, and I've only made it better... for you."

"Thank you, Mother." He replied, sat diligently against the back of his chair — anticipating the sweet taste of frosting to hit his tongue. "Smells good. I can't imagine how great it looks, smelling like that. Tell me, what flavor is it?"

"Strike two." She chimed — stepping under the glow of the single incandescent light that hung from the ceiling, once again. "You're pushing it again, dear. Now, If you must know, it's a cherry-flavored shortcake... cherries and cream, stacked three hefty layers high. How delicious? Sit still, Penn... and open your mouth. I'm going to stuff you up... punish you good, for that smart mouth of yours." Wasting no time at all, she punches her dainty hand down into the shortcake and yanks up a fistful of moist, fruity bliss. "This should do the trick. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mother. Sorry, Mother. I'm ready." Like a hungry chick, expectant of it's next feeding, Penn stuck out his neck — his eyes still tightly shut — and waited to receive his proper fill of cherry goodness. He could feel his ankles shaking beneath his shins... and his bare, cold toes curling against the green-tiled floor — tensed at their knuckles, with anticipation. Surely, his gut would fill up beautifully this time... like Mother wanted it to... if the cake would do as she said it would. The expansion would begin as soon as the sponge touched his tongue, and continue to progress inside of his stomach — stuffing it full, and bringing them both great pleasure. He was ready... ready to make Mother happy, and redeem himself for her... ready to gulp down every bite; like a greedy, obedient boy.

"Don't apologize. Just eat. Here you are." With the gentle touch, that only a southern matriarch could provide, she pressed her loose fist to his lips and opened her hand — dropping the entire fistful of cake into his mouth. She could feel the heat of his staggered breath on her skin as he mashed the sugary treat between his teeth, and his thickening saliva dripping onto her fingertips. Reveling silently in his warmth, Mother closed her eyes and allowed her mind to merge with his... finding herself simultaneously aroused, and deeply comforted by the intimate connection between the two of them. It was a true out-of-body experience for her... every time his jaws bit down, the shock of their force would vibrate through her bones — up through her arm... down her back... into her hips... to her most intimate place — and back into his head. They were one... a single consciousness. "Yes. Eat up, sweetheart." She crooned — her thighs clenched tightly together. "Mother wants you to grow big and strong, and fill up that gut of yours. How do you feel, darling? Is my ingredient working?"

"Yes, Mother... I can feel it." He struggled to speak as the cherry cloud enlarged on the top of his tongue — pushing against the sides of his mouth, and rendering him unable to enunciate his words effectively. Penn felt as though there was a big, messy glob of aerated taffy stuck to his back teeth... a shapeless lump, that just kept growing and growing, beyond his control — taking up every inch of room that it could... and stifling his breathing in the process. The cake was doing exactly what she said it would do... and he couldn't wait to swallow. "It's... it's growing!"

"Wonderful! I've been waiting for an opportunity to see my ingredient in action! Now, take it all in for Mama. Let's see how it fares in that gut of yours." Her face lit up with anticipation, she watched closely as he choked it down. "It shouldn't feel heavy, or weigh on you like a ton of bricks... not like the last cake. This one uses a different trick to accomplish the very same goal... in a steady, and far more rapid manner. It should be as light as air... and expand just the same... like a cloud. If it makes you gassy, or upsets your belly... makes you feel like you have to burp, or pass wind... just let it go, okay. Mother enjoys the fragrance of your wonderful stench, Penn... you stinky little thing. Don't think you have to be modest around me... not this way. All that pressure inside you has got to release itself somehow, darling. Flatulence is only natural for hungry boys like you... and the most manly of habits to have."

"Yes, Mother."

"I know your brand well... the sweet stench of your airy offenses. I've smelled you so many times before. Those moments when you thought you were being sneaky... that I wouldn't incur your wrath after you'd relieved yourself... notice it over the wonderful smell of my creations. I'm familiar with your stench, and I do not mind it at all. It'll make you feel so much better, to break wind as you need... so don't hold back. We don't want an upset tummy, do we?" A slight smirk rose across her lips, she poked his nose with the spit-covered end of her finger, and let her gaze follow the doughy glob down his throat — the cherry cake still held in her left palm. "Put my heart at ease, boy, and allow yourself to relax. Understand me? Just... loosen those muscles in your hips, and let it all out."

"Yes... I understand, Mother. I... I will. Promise."

"Good.. good boy."

Penn's throat began to bulge and twitch as the cake made its way down to his gut, followed then by his chest — which inflated with such a great deal of air that it looked as though his sternum had split open — and then, as it continued further, his stomach. He'd never experienced such agony before... a searing, tearing sensation, surging through his abdominal muscles... a powerful, throbbing pain, deep within his gut... and a complete loss of breath. Mother said that he would feel somewhat light during the expansion process — like a feather, or a cloud — and, to a certain point, he did... but she failed to mention just how excruciating his transformation would be.

Don't squirm... don't wriggle... don't cry. Good boys sit still while they are tied up. Good boys do what they're told... even if it hurts. Be a good boy.

His stomach turned and twisted with a violent force — wrestled valiantly with her new experiment, in an attempt to contain the foreign food — but, after putting up a brief, decent fight, it finally gave out, and began to stretch as well. Penn felt as though he was in labor... like he had been made to incubate some kind of cake-like monster within his belly, and it was finally ready to break free from the confines of his womb. Within seconds, he'd gone through the torments of an alien birth... and, by the time the torture finally stopped, he looked as though he had swallowed an oversized melon... a sight that brought Mother much joy.

What wonderful agony. How lovely of a feeling. What an obedient boy he was... willing to suffer for her pleasure.

"My, my! Look at you!" She blurted out, in awe of how massive he had become. "Oh, how beautifully you've grown, Penn. Your gigantic! I knew that my new ingredient would work perfectly on you... in your special case... and, my, has it done the trick! Now, boy, how do you feel?"

"I... I feel good." He answered — refilling his lungs with as much air as he could inhale. "Like a... big cloud. Am I fat enough, Mother? Have I made you happy?"

Her maple-brown eyes still fixed onto his stomach, she smiled once again. "Yes, Penn... you have. You're perfect, darling... now, more than ever. I... I think it's time for us to try something new. No more cake. It's about time that Mommy shows you how much she cares for you."

"Yes, Moth—"

"Strike three! You were not asked a question! You no longer have my permission to speak. Now... I'm going to be a merciful mother, and unbind you from your seat. When I tell you to stand, you will rise up, onto those bare little feet of yours, and you will follow me into the den. Do you understand Mother's orders?"

He stayed quiet... afraid to utter a single syllable — even to answer her. He'd never behaved so poorly before... never let his excitement get the better of him, but he just couldn't suppress his eagerness to do as she wanted. This was his first time striking out on Mother's three-strike system... and, as such, he would be punished. With nothing to say, and a ball of fear clogging up his throat, all that he could do was nod his head.

"Good. So, you'll do what you're told... and I will have mercy on you." She knelt down, and grabbed hold of the line of cables that had been tied around his ankles — carefully undoing her intricate knot-work. "Mother knows how excited you can get." She began to lecture him. "It's only normal for a boy like you to get overwhelmed... though you've done a far better job keeping it under control, in the past. You're one of my favorites, Penn... the hungriest, and most obedient of the bunch... but I don't except any form of insubordination... not even from the best of my babies. Do not speak until we've made it into the next room... and even then, wait for my OK. I won't spank you... not this time." With the swiftness of a veteran Girl Scout, she unfastens the tie around his feet, and pulls them free from her rope. "You're gorgeous, you know... all big and round... full of my cake. My little piggy... that's what you are. Mother will spare you her rod. Go ahead and stretch your legs. Straighten those knees out, and wiggle those little toes. I'll get started on your wrists."

Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

[kausstar]

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ my muse , joe goldberg .

female reader. no description of reader besides her wearing dresses. he’s vv suggestive. ꒰ all the beautiful paintings in the museum begged for his attention, but he only looked at one and that was the one of you. ꒱

“look at how beautiful she is,” you smiled, at the painting the two of you stood at. she was, he had to admit, but he only gave the picture a quick glance before looking back over at you. he hadn’t payed the pictures or statues much attention the whole time, he noticed. maybe it was because you only stood and looked at a painting or statue for one minute— two if you’re ucky, before pulling at him to look over at another, or because he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the smile that had been stuck on your face the whole time. he couldn’t decide.

the museum was quieter than expected, maybe because it was monday. a lot of people had work— he did to, but he called off. joe didn’t call off too often. only times when the day involved you. he’d promised you months ago to take you to the museum for your birthday, but he’d gotten too caught up in work to actually take you. he apologized in many ways that night: kisses, hugs, dinner, love making. he only hoped it made the prettiest smile he’d ever seen gather on your face. and it did, but even so, he felt bad for weeks after; hating how sad you looked when he told you he’d forgotten.

so he made time this week to take you, and god was your smile making it so worth it. he watched as your eyes moved away from the painting to another one a couple paintings over. your eyes grow wide and you squeeze joe’s hand tighter in pure excitement. “look, joe!” you pointed, pulling him over to it. “look. look. look,” you said, wanting to skip over to it, but joe’s body weight slowing you down. “i’m looking, beautiful,” he laughed softly at you. once standing in front of it, he didn’t understand your excitement. yes, you had pulled him over to other paintings before but never sprinting towards one.

he didn’t understand until you stood in front of it and explained. “she looks like me, yeah?” you smiled, and he looked back and forth from you to the painting. the woman stood in what looks like a field of flowers. the flowers were different colors, but so were her eyes. the bright sun that beamed on the woman gave the flowers and her eyes much more color. you could only see half her face because she seemed to be interested in something in the sky. her smile might’ve been more blinding then the sun, he thought. the, what looked like, harsh wind flowed her white dress and hair around her body.

he couldn’t really put his fingers on it, but you did look similar. maybe it was the curve of her smile or the curve of her hips that made him think that way. joe secretly wanted to snatch it from the wall and take it home so even if you were to run from him in pure terror, he could have a piece of you. he decided against it though, switching his final glance to you. “so are you a vampire from…” he looked below the painting where it showed when it was made. “…1987?” he smiled, now looking back at you.

you hit his chest playfully with a laugh. “no…” you smile before moving closer to joe. his hands were quick to move around waist. “and i’m sure if i was, i would beg the gods to take me since i didn’t have you.” the line makes his heart flutter. he could only smile from ear to ear and give your lips a deep kiss. he tastes your chapstick on his lips and feels your hips in your dress, and he swears he’s about to take you on the floor but you pull away. you see him chase your lips and you let out a airy chuckle.

“if all i had to do was make up one corny line to get you to kiss me like that then you should’ve said so,” you smile, but he’s quick to pull you in for another. wanting just a couple more minutes of your lips on his before he had to play his “sweet boyfriend” role again. you lightly moan into the kiss this time and as soon hears you do, he pulls away, teasing you just like you did him. “what would be the fun in telling you?” he grinned making you roll your eyes.

 2023 kausstar.

sorry i’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately :))

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Crazy in Love

Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…

Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!

Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.

Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.

He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.

“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.

I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.

Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.

The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.

“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.

The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.

You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.

I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.

You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.

With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.

You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.

You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.

After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.

I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.

Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.

Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.

You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.

“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.

Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.

“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.

THE NEXT DAY

We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.

After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.

“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.

I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…

Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾

[voxmortuus]

Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Love Quinn x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ You ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 495 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Public smut | Fingering in public | Reader hinting to public oral | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, thank you for sending me Love Quinn! This was a nice break from ATJ and others. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @tvandfilm ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧

The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.

Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.

"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.

"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.

You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."

"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.

You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.

Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.

You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.

You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.

"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.

All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.

[kaekae444]

me core!!!

(i have a problem)

[smokietaylor]

New Fanfic Alert!!! In The Box (Joe Goldberg x Reader)

Description: You are rushing about your morning, and things just seem to not be going your way. Things get worse when you run into a man at the coffee shop, spilling your freshly brewed coffee all over him. He tells you not to worry about it when you offer to pay for his dry cleaning. It isn't until later that you realise you will be paying for that spill in more ways than one.

NSFW Content 18+ only Minors DNI

READ MORE HERE!!!

[tomhollandishot]

The fics are coming y’all trust me 😣🙏🏽

[andydrysdalerogers]

Love To Hate You Masterlist

Pairing: Chris Evans/OFC Angela Wagner

Summary: Angela Wagner has been best friends with Sebastian Stan for years. Meeting in Vienna and following each other around the world has formed a bond that couldn’t be broken. No matter how much Sebastian’s other best friend, Chris Evans, tries.

A cruel comment sets the stage, and the frenemies makes sure to let each other know how much they love to hate each other.

*** this story will have situations and scenes that are not suitable for younger readers. Smut, infidelity, degradation, dirty talk and foul language are your warnings.

This is an 18+ story so minors, please move on. It's also a story of pure fiction as much as i want to know Chris, Seb and other people, I have not met them.

Also, please don't copy my work. It is only up here and on Wattpad.

Chapters:

You're My Best Friend

Trouble's Coming

Your Guts (I Hate Them)

Go Fuck Yourself *

Stay With Me

Illicit Affairs

Love the Way You Lie

Secret Love Song Part 2

Creep

When I Say You Are Killing Me

Not A Bad Thing

I Get to Love You

I Will Always Love You (Epilogue)

A playlist is available on Spotify here

[luvontour]

❥ . . kiss me like you mean it > joe goldberg

he’s been thinking about you all day, how he overheard you talking about him to your friends.. he’s never really been full of himself, but the way you talked him up and told your friends all about how good he made you feel, how big you thought he was, he couldn’t wait to get home and make you feel all the better and listen in while you tell them.

joe tries to fast forward through all the formalities, walking home, putting down his belongings and getting to you. just the sight makes him hard, you look so innocent, so delicate watching the tv in a t-shirt and fuzzy shorts. and you greet him with the sweetest smile. he can’t believe this is his life. it all worked out. this was his happily ever after.

“hi” he sighs, smiling blissfully when his lips touch yours. he’s thrown an arm over your shoulders, and his other hand cups your jaw. “mm- something on your mind sweets?”

“you” a whimper leaves you when he cups you over your shorts.

“then come on, kiss me like you mean it” he’s chuckling as he tightens the hand on your jaw and presses harder kisses on your lips. his hands are calloused, rough, but just as the sting of his beard, they’re something you now can’t live without. “i heard you the other day” his eyes focus on your red- swollen lips, even as he tugs on the bottom one with his thumb

“hm?” for better comprehension, you pull away from joe and stare at his eyes, waiting for elaboration.

“i think it’s cute that you talk to your friends about me” he makes sure to initiate eye contact when he slithers his hand inside your shorts. the pads of his fingers move expertly on your clit, they gather your slick spreading it around and using it to draw circles and figure 8’s slowly and torturously knowing it’s just how you like.

“joe..” your fingers play with his beard next, gasping at his moving fingers. he only hums as a response and nudges your cheek with the tip of his nose.

“i want to take my time with you sugar” joe always thought he had a deadline, to find the right woman, to settle down and marry, but you make him feel like he has all the time in the world. you make him want to enjoy all the little things and take his time. you’re all he thinks about every day, every second, even when he’s supposed to be discussing british literature he can’t stop thinking about you.

he gently carries you with an arm under your legs and another around your shoulders, as if you were his bride which (to be honest, you soon were about to be anyway) and leads the two of you to your room, where he makes sure to spend all night showing you how much he loves you

[oph3liatlou]

LONDON PARSONS - OC

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─ a lunatic, call me what suits your taste - i just want a taste ɞ

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ʚ 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ɞ

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red means i love you- madds buckley

❛unfortunate, they say such a shame - i turned out this way...a maniac❜

psycho killer - talking heads

❛i can't sleep, 'cause my bed's on fire, don't touch me, i'm a real live wire❜

crazy girls - toopoor

❛said he likes crazy girls, but he hates when i act crazy, it takes two to toxic❜

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─ and i've always heard it's what's inside that counts ɞ

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

（#𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿）

𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 | london colton parsons

london; of latin origin, meaning 'the great river'.

colton; of english origin, meaning 'from the coal, or dark town'.

parsons; of english origin, meaning 'servant'.

𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 | stalker

by joe goldberg.

𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 | november 9, 1997

zodiac sign - scorpio; resourceful, powerful, brave, passionate.

ruling planet - mars; energy, anger, courage, action, aggression, tempermental.

birth stone - topaz; fair-minded, friendly, mental strength.

element - water; clever, introperspective, self-contained, success.

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 | female & heterosexual

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─ because my insides are red and yours are too, and the red on my face is matching you ɞ

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨

（#𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴）

𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺 | creative, insightful, principled, passionate, altruistic

creative; london enjoys finding the perfect solution for the people she cares about. to do this, she draws on her vivid imagination and her strong sense of compassion.

insightful; london typically strives to move past appearances and get to the heart of things. this can give her an almost uncanny ability to understand people’s true motivations, feelings, and needs.

principled;  london tends to have deeply held beliefs, and her conviction often shines through when she speaks or writes about subjects that matter to her. she can be compelling and an inspiring communicator, with her idealism persuading even the hardest of skeptics.

passionate; london can pursue her ideals with a single-mindedness that may catch others off guard. her personality rarely settles for “good enough,” and her willingness to disrupt the status quo may not please everyone. that said, londons’ passion for her chosen cause is a key aspect of their personality.

altruistic; london generally aims to use her strengths for the greater good – she rarely enjoy succeeding at other people’s expense. she tends to think about how her actions affect others, and her goal is to behave in a way that will help the people around them and make the world a better place.

𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑾𝑺 | sensitive, closed-off, perfectionist, workaholic

sensitive to criticism; when someone challenges her principles or values, london may react strongly. people with this personality type can become defensive in the face of criticism and conflict, particularly when it comes to issues that are near to their hearts.

 

reluctant to open up;  london values honesty, but she's also private. she may find it difficult to open up and be vulnerable about her struggles. this might also be because she thinks she needs to solve her problems on her own or doesn't want to burden other people with her issues. when london doesn't ask for help, she may inadvertently hold herself back or create distance in her relationships.

perfectionist;  while this is a wonderful quality in many ways, an ideal situation is not always possible. london might find it difficult to appreciate her jobs, living situations, or relationships if she's continually fixating on imperfections and wondering whether she should be looking for something better.

prone to burnout; london's perfectionism and reserve may leave her with few options for letting off steam. people with this personality type can exhaust themselves if they don’t find a way to balance their drive to help others with necessary self-care and rest.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 |

 london grew up with very rich parents, she was the favorite of her mother but - never could she be good enough for her father. he treated her like she was nothing and that she would never be able to amount to anything. her father was a criminal profiler before he retired when london herself was only fourteen. her mother, was a psychiatrist and she grew up around a lot of topics involving psychology and heavy conversations. london kept a small journal because of her upbringing, and filled it to the brim of how she saw people or noticed things about them. her obsession grew with trying to figure out who people really were and, how she could control them with what very little she had noticed about them. the friends she made throughout her life weren't actually her true friends, but people she had practically under her thumb.

𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑺 | swearing, nervous ticks

growing up in a strict household where manners were important, london never swore but - after being on her own she finally let loose and was able to swear around others without getting scolded. she only does it around close friends though, or if she's pissed off.

london has a tell when she's nervous, she starts tapping her foot on the floor. this usually is the case when she's sitting down. she's aware of this tell and is able to control it when she needs to.

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─ and goodness, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling ɞ

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𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐒

（#𝐹𝐴𝑉𝑆）

𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑺 | winning, gratification, flowers

as a child, london was never told when she did something well - only when she did something wrong. so now as an adult, when someone congratulates her - it makes her feel happier than most.

her mother used to buy flowers for her whenever london was feeling down, or whenever her father had been rude to her. it cheered her up - this is the reason she buys flowers at the local market each week.

𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑺 | being late, social media

london was always on time a kid, having to go to social events with her parents - it conditioned her to always be on time, or early.

she hates the fakeness of social media. she has a few accounts though, her account is set to private and she has absolutely no posts.

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 |

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓﹔red

𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍﹔fox

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒉﹔any kind of pasta

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌﹔black coffee

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆﹔her hometown (virginia)

𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑹 𝑵𝑶 |

𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓﹔no

𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓﹔socially

𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒔﹔yes

𝒗𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏﹔no

𝒗𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏﹔no

𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄﹔𝗒𝖾𝗌

𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 ﹔𝗒𝖾𝗌

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─ you're down, and you're pleading, my head is just reeling ɞ

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

（#𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌）

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰 | ongoing

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─ the red means i love you, tasting your blood means I love you ɞ

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𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒

（#𝐶𝑅𝐸𝐷𝐼𝑇𝑆）

𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑺 | 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

𝑨���𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 : ophelia

𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 : 𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐒 ᵕ̈

𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : #Teusstemp

𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 : milena tscharntke

[slasherbvnnie]

Rated X

Hello! Enjoy this poly ghostface smut. Modern day AU, all characters 18+, the boys aren't killers, just psychos.

Word Count: 2882

“What about Texas Chainsaw?” “It creeps me out too much,” you said as the boys laughed. “You? Freaked out by Leatherface?” “I don’t like Marilyn’s screams,” you justified as Stu giggled. “Her screams make it the best part!” “You sound like a psycho,” you said as you threw some popcorn at him. “Night of the Living Dead?” Billy suggested as you sighed, “I’ll fall asleep,” Stu said. “Invisible man?” “*I’ll* fall asleep,” you said this time as you looked at the screen. “Prom night…two?” “Die,” Stu said as you giggled. “Stepfather!” He suggested as you looked up, “Penn Badgley’s?” You asked as both the boys looked at you questioningly. “I’m putting on X and nobody gets a say,” Billy huffed out as you and Stu looked at each other before agreeing and sitting back into the couch.

You relaxed into Stu’s hold, a strong arm wrapped around you as you three watched the movie. Billy was focused on the movie, Stu more so on the snacks laid out in front of them, but you were slowly drifting off into sleep after a while. Your eyes had closed, not sure how long you were asleep yet when you heard Stu’s ringtone. You looked up to him sleepily when he moved his arm and answered his phone. Billy had also looked over, seeing Stu sigh before rubbing his face, “yeah, I’ll be there,” he said before hanging up. He turned to the both of you, offering a half smile, “I gotta get back, my mom's car isn’t working so she needs to borrow mine to get to some meeting in the morning,” he said as you pouted. “It was supposed to be a sleepover,” you whined. “We can follow and bring you back here!” You suggested, looking to Billy who gave a nod. “C’mon, you know how grumpy the princess gets,” he said as Stu chuckled. “My mom would totally have my ass and guilt trip me into staying,” he said as he smiled, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Tomorrow I will come over and make it up to you, ‘kay?” He said as he held your chin, you pouting as you nodded. “yeah, okay,” you said as Billy hummed. “Be careful, Stu,” he said as Stu got up and smirked. “Don’t have fun without me, I’ll feel left out,” he teased as he got up from the couch. You watched him walk out and frowned before Billy kissed your cheek. “Sleepy?” He asked as you focused on him and nodded. “Let’s get you to bed before you become a total grump,” he said, squeezing your sides, earning a small giggle from you as you squirmed out of his hold.

Pretty soon you were in Billy’s room, cuddled up together under the blankets. You did miss the warmth Stu would have provided- he was practically a walking, talking space heater- but Billy was so warm tonight that you didn’t mind too much. “Bunny,” he called out softly to grab your wandering attention, “yeah?” you whispered back. “Get some sleep. We can pick up Stu in the morning,” he said as he pecked your forehead. “He’s never awake before noon,” you giggled, Billy smiling softly.

You were out like a light again but woke up when you didn’t feel as warm as before. You thought Billy had just taken the blanket from your side, opening your eyes and reaching out before feeling the comforter over yourself still. You frowned, looking into the darkness and noticing his outline missing. “Billy?” You whined out, usually he was a light sleeper and responded anytime he heard your voice, even the times you sleep-talked. You reached over for your phone, turning on the flashlight and frowning when you saw the door wide open, “Billy,” you called louder this time, wondering if he had gone to the bathroom. You sat up, waiting for him to walk in or respond before you heard the sound of groaning. “Billy?” You asked as you got out of bed, rubbing your eyes as you made your way to the hall. You could hear more groaning then what sounded like glass breaking from downstairs. You felt your body go cold, frozen in place as you stared down the hall and to the stairs. “A-are you okay Billy?” You asked, a shaky hand gripping your phone as you slowly walked down the hallway and the stairs. You moved your phone around, searching for him quietly. You walked into the living room, looking around before hearing footsteps behind you, turning quickly and coming face to face with a masked person. Just as you were about to scream you felt a pair of hands grab you, one arm wrapped around your waist as the other covered your mouth. You dropped your phone, screaming underneath their hands as you tried to kick at the other person coming at you. An all too familiar laugh sounded from in front of you, whining as they grabbed your flailing hands. “Woah there, princess,” they said, laughing as they lifted the mask. You stared at the taller person, eyebrows furrowing as the person behind you let go of you. “Assholes!” You yelled, hitting Stu’s shoulder before turning to see Billy and doing the same to him.

Both boys laughed, quieting when they saw tears that were pricking your eyes. “Oh, don’t cry, baby,” Billy said as you swatted away his hand. “Fuck off, you two suck,” you grumbled, picking up your phone from the floor. “Oh c’mon baby,” Stu whined as you glared at him. “I thought Billy fucking died, not funny. Shouldn’t you be at home?” You questioned as Stu grinned, leaning against the stair railing you were currently climbing up. “A part of the prank,” he said as you glared once again. “I’m going to bed, alone.”

“Oh, what, I can’t join?~” He teased as you shook your head. “Jerk each other off if you get horny, I’m tired,” you said as you went back into the bedroom. You lay down, cuddling back into the covers, heart still racing from the scare. The boys had gotten into pranks before, but not ones where you thought one of them died, they always had stupid and meaningless pranks, never this. So you gave them the silent treatment even when they went upstairs after a little while, ignoring them as they laid beside either side of you. You had to admit, it was hard to ignore them when you were sandwiched between them, but you were stubborn as hell.

Stu was the first to snake his arm around you, gently running his fingers along your back as you pretended to be asleep. “You really asleep, sweetheart?” Billy whispered in your ear as he pulled you to his chest. He was still warm, if you concentrated hard enough you could still smell his cologne from earlier in the day. “I think she is,” Stu said softly, gently tracing shapes on your back. “We should check,” He mumbled, moving closer, his lips pressed against your neck. He gave you soft kisses, you tried to keep your breath from hitching to alert them that you were indeed awake.

“Hey, hasn’t she told us before she really wanted us to do her in her sleep?” He questioned as Billy smirked. “Yeah,” he said, his grip on you tighter as Stu chuckled. “We should do it, you know, as a sorry,” he said as Billy moved you slowly, laying you on your back now. You felt them move, the bed dipping near your legs before you could feel warmth over you. This time you smelt Stu’s cologne, feeling his fingers dip into your pajama shorts as he slowly pulled them down. Billy’s breath seemed to hitch as he watched, his ring-clad fingers slowly trailing over your bare thighs. Stu was quick to move, positioning himself between your legs, Billy helping spread them as Stu kissed your navel. He slowly trailed the kisses lower, which made you do your best to not give yourself away. You bit down on your tongue as he pressed a kiss to your core, feeling Billy’s fingers trailing up your body now, reaching under your shirt.

Stu pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing gently as he let his tongue run down your folds. “Christ, s’wet already,” he groaned against your core, you wanted to squirm as he lapped at you. Billy squeezed your chest, running his fingers over your nipples as you moved your head a little. He chuckled, “I know you’re not asleep,” he whispered as he leaned down to your ear. “Could tell with how hard your heart’s beating,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your throat, gently nipping at it, causing you to whine out.

“There’s that pretty voice, sucha pretty girl,” Stu groaned against your pussy, you whined again, reaching down to grip his hair. Billy chuckled, moving to the side of your neck and giving you a hickey. “What happened to being mad at us?” He questioned as you pouted. “I can forgive both of you if you just fuck me,” you said, moaning as you felt Stu’s tongue enter you. You tried squirming away from the sudden pleasure, but his hands were quick to hold you in place.

“What are we? A piece of meat?” Billy laughed as you whined, gasping as Stu rubbed at your clit. “N-no, just- want both of you…” you moaned. He smirked, pulling away from your neck, hovering over you. “Is that why you were so sad Stu had to leave? Wanted both of our cocks in you?” He asked as you nodded eagerly. “Words, bunny,” he said as you let out a small wail as Stu switched his fingers and tongue, sucking on your clit. “Yes! Fuck, wanted- wanted it s’bad,” you moaned out, eyes closing as you felt another of Stu’s fingers enter you.

You pulsed around his digits, getting close to cumming from his movements before Billy moved. You felt his cold ring against your hand as he pulled it away from Stu’s head, whining at the loss of his mouth and fingers. But you were soon picked up into Stu’s arms as you felt the bed dip again. Billy’s lamp on his bedside table was turned on, you squinted from the sudden brightness, watching as Billy undressed. You bit down on your bottom lip as you saw his dick slap against his stomach when he took off his pants, his tip leaking precum before he climbed back into bed. Stu was also undressing, pulling you into his lap, his erection pressing against your lower back. You grew more wet as Billy covered between your legs, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you. “Think you can take both of us, sweet girl?” He asked as you nodded. “Want..want both of you,” you begged, Stu groaning in your ear as he pressed a kiss to the new hickey Billy made. “You’re such a good girl…you know that?” He asked, you blushed at his words before moaning as Billy ran his tip against your folds. He reached over, grabbing a bottle of lube, and coating his dick before tossing it to Stu. He leaned closer, kissing Stu as he uncapped it and lubed up his cock. You watched, growing wet at the sight of them making out, reaching behind you to Stu’s cock, gently stroking him. Stu keened into Billy’s touch, groaning into his mouth as you stroked him. “Fuck,” he said with a breathy chuckle when Billy pulled away. “Gonna put it in, okay baby?” Stu said as you nodded, relaxing as your back pressed to his chest. You felt his tip press against your hole, gently pushing into you. You put one hand on his thigh to support yourself, eyes closing as you whimpered from the stretch. “Feel so good, princess,” he hummed as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

Billy smirked, watching the two of you closely, his fingers gently rubbing at your clit. You moaned, Stu moaning in unison from feeling you clench around him. Billy chuckled, “don’t bust already,” he teased as Stu shot him a glare. “Shut up, Loomis…” he said as you looked to Billy. “Please Billy,” you begged softly, Billy looking up to you through his lashes. If he wasn’t your boyfriend, if you didn’t find him totally hot, he would have given you chills with that stare of his. “What? Use your words, doll,” he said as you whimpered. “Need you in me too,” you begged, Billy twitched at the innocent tone of your filthy words. “God bunny, you’re gonna kill me,” he laughed as he kissed you again. He grabbed the bottle of lube, slicking himself up before pressing himself at your hole. “Relax for me,” he said softly, pushing in slowly.

Although you had taken them both before, the boys knew how spent you would be after this. The first time both of them were scared as hell of hurting you, doting on you for hours after to make sure they didn’t tear you or hurt you. It took them a day to leave you alone. Little had changed on the nights you took both of them, but they slowly became less scared after a few times, still waiting on you hand and foot after a session. The two gently studied your face as Billy slowly entered, Stu and you moaning in unison again from the stretch. Stu pressed his forehead against your shoulder, shuddering as Billy slid against him. Once Billy bottomed out you adjusted slightly, gasping at the feeling of both of them moving inside you.

Stu groped at your boobs as Billy circled your clit with his thumb, adding some pressure as he felt you loosen up more. Stu’s lips pressed against your skin, one hand holding your hip as you wiggled in their hold. “If one of you don’t start fucking me I’m going to die,” you whined, both boys laughing softly. “So needy,” Billy hummed. “Thought you wanted us to jerk each other off?” Stu asked in a teasing tone before you turned to glare at him. “You can still do that after you fuck me,” you said as he smirked. He gently thrusted up into you, eliciting a moan from your lips. Billy circled your clit again as he gently thrusted, following the opposite of Stu’s movements.

You started to feel your awareness and thoughts fall away at their touch, eyes closing as you were surrounded completely by the feeling of pleasure. Shock waves ran through your body as they moved, whimpers and pleads of stuttered words falling from your lips as you were littered with kisses everywhere. You reached one hand to the nape of Stu’s neck, the other gripping onto Billy’s shoulder.

Billy panted above you, his arms caging you in as he thrusted. Stu held onto your hips, helping give himself some leverage to move you enough to thrust up into you. You moaned as you felt the familiar burn in your stomach, your body feeling like it was electrified as they pushed in and out. They groaned each time you clenched around them, your body slowly reacting to their touch. “Fuck, gonna- Stu…Billy,” you whimpered out. Stu pressed a sloppy kiss to your neck, Billy looking into your eyes. “Be a good girl and cum for us, baby. Wanna feel you squeeze our cocks,” he said, his words pushing you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as you came around them, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body shook from your orgasm. You were practically deafened, not hearing the boys moan from the way you squeezed them. Stu was the first to cum after you, filling you up before Billy followed suit.

You whimpered at the feeling, looking up to Billy as he began to slowly pull out. You whined, pouting as he left the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Stu moved you slowly, pulling out before setting you down beside him. His hand gently rested on your cheek, trying to bring you back down to earth. You looked at him, eyes slightly glazed over as you gave him a tired smile. “There’s my pretty girl,” he said softly, Billy walking back in with a washcloth. “Gonna clean you up, you need anything doll?” He asked as you shook your head, “no, ‘m good,” you said softly, voice a little dry as you whimpered from sensitivity as he cleaned you up.

“You were sucha good girl,” Stu praised, littering your face in kisses, making you giggle and push at his chest. “Sorry for scaring you,” He said as Billy tossed the rag somewhere, climbing back in bed and pulling you close. “I forgive you, both of you,” you said as Stu sandwiched you between them again. “Next time we can try out the mask,” you hummed, both of them laughing. “Really?” Billy asked as you nodded. “Yeah, maybe we can make it a whole date. Y’know, running away from two masked psychos in the woods, being caught by them,~” you purred out, Stu rubbing your hip and pinching it slightly. “Keep talking and I’ll drag you out right now,” He said as you giggled, closing your eyes.

[hcllchesters]

like this for a starter from corbin ( demon / ally to the winchesters / working against hell. pansexual. faceclaim: penn badgley ). starters will come from little random dialogue prompts i have saved in a google doc. they're a mix of platonic, shippy, smut and angst!

[crgasmpuppet]

penn badgley (circa 2015) x female!reader.

warnings: smut. lmao.

hi i don't know if people even read penn badgley/joe goldberg fics at this point but i am obsessed with this man and wanting to swallow his kidz so. lmk how u like it lol.

-wulf hailey

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laying on my floor and listening to music louder than most humans should physically be able to withstand is probably one of my favorite past times.

especially with my eyes closed, which might not really be a good idea. there could be a murderer waiting in the shadows at any given moment.

yeah, oka-

"holy shit!"

something knocks at my window and i scramble up and backwards looking for a weapon and end up with a shoe. i mean, at least my reflexes are fast. ish.

i hear a deep laugh come from the window and realize who and what scared the absolute shit out of me. my best friend in the whole world, penn. not to mention my crush for the past 11 years since him and his family moved in next door. another boy-next-door cliche, huh?

i turn down the music to a normal volume and walk to the window, shoe still in hand.

"penn dayton badgley, you scared me half to death!" i scream, smacking him in the arms with every word. he giggles maniacally.

"you should've seen your face! holy shit that was the best thing i've ever seen!"

“you aren't funny." i say, my cheeks burning . i roll my eyes and pull him inside. he falls through the window and lands on his ass, springing to his feet in the blink of an eye.

he's wearing my old, triple sized, brooklyn nets sweater (we have jointly never watched one basketball game in our lives) and a pair of grey sweats. classic.

"cat like reflexes. unlike you." he laughs, grabbing the shoe from my hand. "really?"

"you cant blame me! what weapons would a teenage girl have in her bedroom?"

he gives me a blank stare.

"hey, i wasn't near any of them!"

i sit back on the floor, while penn flicks through my records. he picks a few out and shows them to me. childish gambino, chance the rapper, and the cure.

"what a spread." i say sarcastically.

"whatever, you big bully. pick one."

"definitely the cure. you already knew before you asked."

"i know i just wanted to be cute." he fake pouts as he puts the record on and sits down by my side. plainsong starts to play, and i nod my head to the melody.

"yeah, it's too bad you suck too hard to be cute." i reach up to push his head of scruffy brown hair and he fake dies with his hand over chest.

“how could you say that? now i’m doomed to an eternity aloooooone…”

"get up, hamlet. this isn't theatre." i laugh. "you're so dramatic, it's almost cute."

"you think i'm cuuute." he snickers and pushes me over slightly.

i bob back up. "i said almost."

"yeah, whatever." he says, getting up to turn up the music. i get up to go and sit on my bed, "the grounds really hurting my ass.".

he turns to me and turns back to the record player. "boohoo, how do you want me to fix it for you?"

i cross my arms and pout. "maybe i wanted you to kiss it for me."

"ew, gross. you have cooties." he chuckles as he sits down on my bed, pushing me over to get more room.

"it's not my fault you're so long." i laugh. "maybe you should lose a few inches."

"you know what? you're right. i think some parts of me are too big. i think people might get jealous." he says, cockily.

lovesong starts, and it makes me forget whatever he's talking about. "shut up and let me listen to my music, you fucking nerd. you know this is my favorite!"

he realizes and closes his mouth in the middle of his "hey!". i close my eyes and he does the same.

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am home again

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am whole again

i feel a thumb brush my cheek, and i open my eyes slowly to see penn's deep brown eyes staring down at me. they almost look black.

"what are you doing?" i choke out, wishing i had never said them in the first place. my cheeks are red hot, and i wish his hand wasn't on it so he couldn't physically feel my embarrassment.

"are you nervous?" he asks, his big brown eyes searching for an answer in the cast expanse of mine.

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am young again

i loosen my shoulders, that i didn't even know were tense, and look up at him fully.

"no."

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am fun again

as soon as the last ounce of word comes out of my mouth, his mouth has replaced it. his full lips press into mine and i see fireworks going off behind my closed eyes. i squeeze them shut and push into him harder, taking his bottom lip into my teeth and biting it, maybe a little bit hard.

his big eyes open and look at me. i can feel them and i look at him, too. i let go of his lip softly, seeing it pull back to his teeth. it feels like a fucking eternity until he nods and pulls my leg over his till i'm on his lap.

he presses his raw lips into mine, his hands on my hips, squeezing them and leading them slowly onto the bulge in his sweatpants. i can't help but let out a breathy moan, immediately clapping a hand over my mouth.

penn looks up at me with those gorgeous puppy eyes and i forget my fucking middle name. he takes my hand down from my mouth and puts it to his, putting my thumb into it and letting it rest on his bottom teeth. the sight makes me melt into a puddle, and i fall back into his kiss again.

however far away

i will always love you

we both let out little pants, both of our mouths constantly open like we were scared that if we closed them, we would never be able to open them again.

however long i stay

i will always love you

i felt his hand slip down the back of my pants, stopping for a second to grip my ass in the nicest way possible, before his two middle fingers reached my clit. he twirled his fingers around and then slid them up.

"you're so fucking wet." he moans, barely getting the words out. "are you always like this?"

i nod slowly. "it's kind of embarrassing."

he grabs me by the bottom of my chin, pulling me back to his mouth. he slowly circles and teases me, while putting a hand up my shirt to play with my nipple.

he pauses, and pulls back. he puts his thumb up to my mouth, and slides it in. he looks at me with those deep brown eyes, and my mouth closes around his thumb, sucking on it.

he takes it out and rubs the cold wetness on my nipple, making me yelp a little before clapping a hand to my mouth once again.

penn takes my hand down again, looking at me.

"don't cover your mouth. i want to hear all the little things you say when i'm not here."

"penn- holy fuuuck." i squeak out, before he flips me back over to my back and climbs on top of me. he grinds on top of me, his hard dick sliding up to my clit perfectly.

"oh my fucking god, i need to be inside you." he almost whines, his teeth gritted and eyes closed in euphoria.

“please, penn. i need you so bad..” i trail off into sweet nonsense.

he looks at me with a sweet smile. "i've always seen the way you look at me. those pretty eyes. i've always wanted to see them like this."

"like what?" i hesitantly ask.

"hungry for me."

i'm genuinely speechless, and i guess he can tell, so he kisses me with so much animality that i can barely breathe. his lips lead down to my jaw, down my neck until i finally sit up and take my shirt off.

"wow, how smooth." he snickers, planting kisses down and around my chest.

"shut up, penn." i say, breathily. my mind is going a million miles an hour, yet i cant point out a single thought.

in a swift second, my pants are off, with no help to penn, of course. i cant believe this boy can tie his own shoes sometimes.

"what did you say?" he asks, his voice calm and collected.

"i said shut up, penn." i laugh. "you don't scare me."

"i don't wanna scare you." penn whispers, his hand slipping down into my panties. i automatically feel his fingers at my clit, and i feel another hand at my throat.

"i just wanna touch you." he smiles, going down my stomach again and littering it with kisses.

"i wanna feel you." he says kissing my thighs, softly. i buck my hips up with every kiss, a white hot fire between my legs. well, actually 2.

"i wanna love you." he says, looking up at me. his eyelashes tickle my thighs, and i look down at him, my eyes wide.

"and i wanna fucking ravage you."

"p-please." is the only word i can get out before he pushes a long, slender finger inside me.

"oh my fucking god." he moans, his head falling onto my thigh while he pushes his finger in again. "i cant believe you can get this wet."

"it's all f-for you. goddd, it's all for you."

he smiles up at me. "i know. do you know how long i've been waiting for this? god, you're so fucking perfect." he says, sliding his tongue from his fingers up to to my clit and i shudder.

"holy fuck, penn." i moan, running my hands through his long brown hair, gripping onto it and bucking my hips up.

he moans against my pussy, the vibrations shooting up my body, making explosions go off in my mind. he pushes his fingers in and out, sucking on my clit with ease.

he comes back up to kiss me, adding another finger inside me.

"are you ready, baby?" he asks me, sweetly. i nod, a little too aggressively and he chuckles, unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants off and throwing them somewhere to the floor.

he kisses me, his tongue sliding inside my mouth. i suck on it, making him moan into my mouth. he grabs his dick, teasing me with it by sliding it up and down, looking me in the eyes.

he slides it in, slowly, gritting his teeth and breathing out a moan. "you are so fucking beautiful. god, you're so beautiful." he chokes out.

"mmmph, penn. fuck, you're so good- "

"a-ah, fuck baby. you feel so fucking good. i don't ever want to fucking l-leave, fuck, babe." he brings my leg up above my head, going as deep as he can. the headboard is smacking the wall so hard it's nearly chipping at the drywall.

“p-penn, im gonna c-"

"it's okay, baby, i've got you. i-im going to, too, fuck-"

penn's eyes damn near roll back into his head, as he groans out the most guttural and gorgeous moan ever known to man as we both cum at the same time.

"holy fuck, baby, you're gripping me s-so fucking h-hard." he says, his eyes squeezed shut, leaning on top of me and biting my shoulder.

i take a sharp inhale, the pain subsiding to pleasure as i buck my hips up, making penn shudder and moan before he pulls out and lays next to me.

i take time to catch my breath before i feel a pair of arms wrap around me. i look over to see penn looking at me with those big brown doe eyes, and i look away, embarrassed.

he turns my face towards him, closing his eyes and pressing his lips onto mine. i smile into his mouth, our tongues fitting together perfectly.

we pull away at the same time, and he's already smiling at me. he's almost laughing.

"what are you laughing about?" i start laughing because he's laughing.

"nothing, nothing. i just-" he hesitates. "i've been waiting for that for so fucking long." he kisses the top of my head.

"me, too. that was perfect." i respond. i literally cant stop smiling.

it's silent for a little bit. it's a beautiful, comfortable silence.

"would you want to be my girlfriend?" he finally asks.

my eyes widen, and i look back up at him.

“are you serious?" i ask. "i cant tell if you're joking."

he looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "are you crazy? i've wanted you since i've moved here. it's definitely fate."

"you're such a fucking nerd." i say, giggling. i kiss him on the forehead.

he gets up to pull on his pants, and walks over to the records he picked out.

"because the internet. of course." i roll my eyes at him.

"you don't get it. donald glover is a musical fucking genius, baby."

he comes back and lays down, pulling me into his arms and resting his head on mine.

no matter what you say or what you do

when i'm alone i'd rather be with you

fuck these other niggas, i'll be right by your side

till 3005

hold up.

[charlotte-wolfe]

Hi I’m Charlotte 🎀

I make smut, fluff, angst etc.

People I write about :

Ryan gosling

Chris Hemsworth

Ezra Miller

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Henry Cavill

Cillian Murphy

Penn Badgley

Paul Dano

Miguel O’Hara

Colin Farrell

Evan Peters

Oscar Isaac

Taron Edgerton

Robert Pattinson

Jake Gyllenhaal

Chris Evans

Brad Pitt

Keanu Reeves

Simu Liu

Chase Stokes

Christian Bale

Pedro Pascal

Mads Mikkelsen

If you don’t see anyone you want to see for a fan fic you can just go in my asks 🌸

I do mainly write for men but you can ask for women too 🪷

Kinks i write :

Cumming

Screaming

Gearfetish

Slapping / spanking

Squirting

Maskfetish

Blowjobs / handjobs

Masturbating

Phone sex

Moaning / whimpering

Etc.

I do have more I just need to remember them

Thank you so much for hanging out! 🌷

My master list is coming soon 💋

My first fan fic will be of Aaron Taylor-Johnson