#reading leaks while trying to get ready for a meeting

[peachsayshi]

No. No. No. no. NO. NO. NOO.

[blingblong55]

Hungry Eyes-141&König NSFW

Photo Credit: @ave661

Based on a request: Can I request a headcanon of Minx Fem!Reader with 141 and König, please?  Reader walking around in the base with Red dress, tight fit and high slit thigh. Blood red lipstick saying hello to them boys, salivate. Tq!!  ---- F!Reader, minx!reader, 18+, MDNI, smut ----

You knew what you did to the men of the team, they did too but they can't stop it. Not like they want to anyway. 

It's your day off today and what do you do? Play tricks with them, which is more like a hobby to pass the time. The first thing you do is put on some hormone oil behind your ears and rub it on your wrists. You get yourself ready, a red dress on your gorgeous body, black heels and that red lipstick that drives them crazy. What more can a girl do but watch men thirst over her beauty? Worship, that can be one thing. 

John Price: 

When you walk into his office so he can 'help' you zip your dress up, his breath catches in his throat. 

"Everything okay?" you ask with a smirk. "Yes, uh..yes" his voice tried to play pretend while inside he would die to touch you and fuck that pretty body of yours.  

As you walk past him, all he can do is stare at that ass of yours. The dress made it hard for him to miss the perfect shape of it. 

He groans and walks to his office. "Where are ya going?" Gaz questions. "Have a meeting over the phone," is all Price has to say. 

In his office, the blinds are drawn close, his trousers pulled to his ankle and his boxers are the only thing that keeps his dick from coming out and tempting him to please it. 

"Fuck, Y/N," a groan escapes his lips and he shakes his head. His hands are on his fat cock, stroking it as he pictures those curves of yours.

His fist holding his cock tight, picturing your sweet cunt wrapped around it. Your tits bounce and that red mouth opens as you suck his fingers. What a sight it would be

"Shit...f-fuck" he stammers as pre-cum leaks down his hand. 

His eyes shut close, teeth biting down his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning your name. 

Before he knows it, he moans your name as he cums. His fat cock leaking the one thing he wished your cunt would be filled with. 

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

He tries to be respectful at first but then his eyes wander your body. Hear rises and he shrugs, trying to play it cool. 

When you leave the room and all men head their ways, he finds himself in his room. 

As he strokes his cock, in his other hand, your pink lace panties. He sniffs them and groans, "Fuck, the things you do to me." 

Your scent and the mental image this man formed of you getting fucked by him was too much that soon, he was moaning your name. 

He bit down his bottom lip to prevent any more noise but knowing that maybe you could hear him moan your name was enough to make him keep going. 

Just as he sniffed your panties and the smell consumed him, his cum leaked out, coating his hands and just like always, he cleaned it with your panties, something to hand to you later on. 

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Feral, that is the one word that smile and those curves of yours made him feel.  

Those red lips were enough to have him picture your mouth wrapped around his fat cock. 

Unlike the other men, Gaz was a little more smart in how he pictured you, well...he had that one picture you sent him of the aftermath of a rough mission. 

The exhaustion in your face was enough to have him stroking himself, his balls tightening. Groans and small whimpers would escape when he imagined all the things he would do to you if only you gave him the chance. 

The taste of your sweet cunt, that is the one thing that had him going over the edge and sending you a rather risky text.

"I know you, so just cum for me." As soon as he read the text, he leaned back on his bed, his fist pumping his every needy cock. "Fuck Y/N...such a dirty thing for me," he moans as he cums to simple orders. 

John "Soap" MacTavish:

He's the pervy one, so because of this, he gets himself in your quarters, lays in your bed and undresses. 

Bold, stupid, horny, sexy and smart, that is what you can describe him as since all he does lately is seem to just please himself to you. 

As he lays in your bed, he pulls out his little toy. Your name is carved to the side of the fleshlight. His sensitive pressing against the entrance. 

He chuckles deeply and sighs, "Let me fill you up, bonnie." 

Without any hesitation, he fucks the fleshlight, his cock enjoying the sensation, his body shuddering as he positions himself on his knees, fucking his cock into the toy. 

With his free hand, his phone is pressed to record. And as he records himself moaning your name over and over, he makes sure to angle the camera so you can see clearly how the toy is getting filled. 

By the time he cums, the moans turn to subtle whimpers of your name and some slight curses under his breath. 

König:

The built-up tension on his trousers was too much that soon, he is in a stall, sitting down and stroking himself as he tries to keep quiet. 

The little red dress, the way your soft tits moved as you walked and that goddamn smile you had when you knew he was watch, fuck are you a view for hungry eyes. 

His boxers get covered in pre-cum and all he can do is continue because he needs this, he needs to cum to the thought of you. 

Your soft thighs, that is what he focuses on the most and as he does, he pictures his cock in between them. He would hold you from behind while his cock releases cum on your pretty thighs. 

He feels his orgasm building up and he covers his mouth as he mutes the moans he wishes you heard. 

His cum ruining his boxers and soon enough, he leans back and sighs. 

A/N: Happy Valentines Day, enjoy this and please yourself like they did ;)

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[asimpwithfreetime]

Lowkey need yandereJake sex… imagine you finally get comfy enough to mate with him and he litteraly treats you like a princess the entire time constantly praising you for any action you do 😭

YASSSS GOOD YANDERE JAKE SMUTTTTTT! 💃💃💃💃

Mating time (Yandere! Jake Sully x Fem! Reader)

Content warnings: English isn’t my first language, this hasn’t been proofread yet, it is an extremely loooong one-shot.

General warning: SMUT, if you feel uncomfortable with the idea of this 3 meters tall aliens having monster cocks, please don’t read this 🤠 I have the strange idea that the queue/braid can give them orgasms, so it will be used as an overstimulating prop.

Specific tags for this smut: dirty talking, praising, Jake being a pussy eater (it is already a accepted headcanon in the fandom lol), foreplay, handjob, belly bulge (even if you are a Na’vi), overstimulation, squirting, cum eating. Soft dom! Yandere! Jake Sully. Jake Sully purring and whining. Porn without plot.

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Jake beamed at Y/n as she finished saying that she was ready to mate with him. He had waited so long, trying to not manipulate her. He wanted this to be real, for her and for him.

His tails swished with excitement as he looked at her. “Let’s do this” he said.

They went to a secluded area, Jake seemed so happy he could die. Y/n felt a little bit concerned about it.

“Baby, I am so happy” he said, pulling her towards him and roughly kissing her. His tongue explored her mouth with force, yet his hands were drawing soft and gentle patterns into her skin.

Y/n moaned and Jake could swear he saw the stars. He wanted to hear more of that. He stared peppering kisses along her neck, making her whine. He swore he got harder just for that.

He undid her loincloth rather easily, pushing aside the necklace that worked as a top. His hands traveled the inside of her thighs, not quite touching what was important. His mouth licked, sucked and kissed every patch of skin on her breasts, making the moment hot and romantic. His gentle and caring movements relaxing Y/n.

His hand pressed softly against the skin of her entrance, he caressed every spot with softness. It even seemed like he was teasing her instead of pleasing her.

“Mmmm.. MaJake” Y/n muttered, her whines and moans getting in the way “more…”. Jake smiled proudly, lowering himself until he could start eating her out. Her hands flew to his hair in an instant.

He started licking in circles around the labia, sometimes penetrating her with his tongue. Jake knew exactly what he was doing.

Once he found the clit, he started sucking, making slurping noises just to embarrass her. “Jake, oh Eywa” she moaned, her ears flattened against her skin, her moans escaping her parted lips. “Come on, sweetheart” Jake said, introducing one slender finger into her. She moaned and her back arched.

He continued to make her feel pleasure while he waited patiently for her to cum. Her breath hitched in her throat, her toes curled and for a moment her eyes rolled back. He drank her cum as she released and came down from her high.

“Ah… ahh” she said “For the love of Eywa, Jake, how do you do that?” She asked, amazed. “Do what?” He passed a finger upwards her slit, making her shiver with the tiniest overstimulation.

They began making out again, Y/n tasting herself in his mouth. Her hand began traveling downwards until she found his cock and started playing with it. Jake’s attitude changed, he became whinier and started panting as soon as she started pumping.

Jake moaned deep in his throat. Pre-cum leaked from his top while he started moving his hips to meet the movement of her hand. He didn’t stop once the kissing and he slowly started giving hickeys to her neck once they separated.

“I want to put it in you…” Jake growled as he began softly bitting one of her nipples. She nodded. “Do it” her voice close to a whisper as she continued masturbating him.

Jake steadied himself, giving Y/n one last kiss before aligning his dick on her pussy. “I am going in…” he moaned once he felt the tightness around his dick. “Is so hot I feel I could melt” he says.

Face to face, both moving at the rhythm of their moans and the sound of skin against skin. “Ah… baby” Jake sometimes moaned. He pulled it almost out completely before, without much force, turning Y/n completely around, now she was riding on a reverse cowgirl style.

He started rutting into her with speed, pulling her thoughts up and down with his strong hands. He pressed her to himself, her back against his chest. “Oh look, love” Jake said, stoping the unhuman speed humping to play with her stomach. In the lowers my point of her tummy there was a a bulge that appeared and disappeared as Jake’s cock entered and came out.

Y/n whined with shyness. “Such a beautiful sight” Jake murmured against her hair and pressed one hand against her belly. She moaned, moving her head. Jake noticed that they had just mated “human” style but their queues were yet to be connected.

He took his, nearing hers and seeing how they connected. Soon both of them felt an overwhelming feeling. They could feel their own pleasure but a ten times stronger experience.

“Ahhh… Jake, what are you doing?” Y/n moaned. The new sensation had her body’s sensitivity going over the roof. Her pleasure tingling in every muscle of her body. She felt the coil in her stomach stronger, growing closer to an orgasm.

“Ahhhh, Jake, oh Eywa, what a sensation” she moaned, her pussy clenching around his dick with such force he felt heaven. She came again, her fluids running down his cock and into his thighs. She began a trembling mess, little chills going up and down her spine.

“Ahh, I am coming” Jake said. “Where do you want it?” He asked. Suddenly Y/n turned around dumbfounded. “Where?” She asked.

“There isn’t enough time” he pulled out started immediately jacking off. As Y/n was now sitting on the floor, he got up, lowered himself and demanded “open your pretty little mouth, atta girl”.

Y/n did as ordered, opening her mouth and receiving all of Jake’s load, not letting a single drop be wasted.

[loveshotzz]

12 -mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

maybe tough girl finally gets to go on the annual camping trip :)

A/N:Thank you for your request angel, the way I had to write this immediately. I love this, I love you and I love them. 💗 this request comes from my completed series All I Really Want Is You but can be read as a stand alone. All you need to know is he calls you Tough Girl, you’ve been dating a year and he’s got a dog named Bandit.

wc: 2k

warnings: 18+, established relationship, age gap (reader is 30 and Steve is 42) slight somno I guess? reader is touching herself but not him, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, semi public.

AIRWIY!older!steve x fem! reader

The birds chirping stirs you first, the sunlight leaking through the half opened flap at the front of the tent, second. Eyes shifting behind closed lids that aren’t ready to open yet, the soft sound of Steve’s slumbered breathing next to you brings the beginning of a smile tugging up at the corners of your lips. The clinking of metal from Bandit’s leash outside is what finally gets you to open your eyes. You’d heard Steve in a daze take him out to pee before letting him bring in the sunrise outside the tent, quickly realizing this was the dog’s favorite part of these getaways.

The air mattress makes a noise that has you cringing when you roll over on the spread out sleeping bags to get a better look at him, the fresh humidity making your skin stick to it. You can’t stop that sigh that slips past your lips at the sight as he takes up room on his back. His permanent bed head is even messier than normal from a night under the stars with your hands in his hair and the stubble that lines his jaw rubbing the inside of your thighs raw. Rejuvenated after a shower that washed off the first two days of the trip.

The streaks of gray that sprinkle through his honey locks stand out even more in the daylight. The crows feet and laugh lines that you’d like to think got deeper in his first year with you are smoothed out in his sleep. You can’t help but wonder what he’s dreaming about, secretly hoping it’s you and not just the morning that has the blood rushing south.

His chest is bare, the dark thatch of hair in the middle looking soft in the warm light, the moles and freckles that dot his tan skin beg to be kissed, just like the sun had the pleasure of doing all weekend. One leg is kicked out of the covers, revealing a low hanging pair of black mesh shorts giving you a peek at the faint hint of a tan line from your days hiking down to the lake. A big hand lays spread across his stomach while the other looks like it got halfway across the small space between you on the search for yours before he fell back asleep.   

Your thighs press together in your small sleep shorts, searching for some kind of friction that you know won’t be enough for the low simmer that’s already started deep in your gut. Why did he always have to look so good? 

Steve licks his full lips, and you can’t help the way your hand starts to wander towards the ache between your legs that’s begging for attention. Fighting with your self control, your nerves ring in your ears and you swear the birds outside get louder when the tips of your fingers start to play with your waist band. 

You freeze when he grunts, blunt nails scratching his stomach making the muscles in his pecs flex. The slight pinch of his brows when something happens in his dream is enough for you to push past the elastic, your fingertips meeting your already dripping folds with a shaky breath through your nose.

Your hips roll, your pointer and index finger spreading your lips apart before the pads of them catch your bundle of nerves when you drag them back up with enough pressure to make you whimper. They don’t feel as good as his, and your heavy lidded gaze focuses on his hand spread across his stomach as you add a third finger to try and mimic the feeling. It’s almost enough and it makes you have to bite your lip to keep quiet, the sound of how wet you already are is almost enough to compete with the growing sounds of the woods coming alive.

“Fuck - honey,” Steve’s voice startles you, thick with sleep and the unmistakable gravel of want, “Why didn’t you wake me up if you needed me so bad huh?”

Your eyes meet his, and all you can do is whine in response when you see all the colors usually inside of them first thing in the morning are gone. The bright greens and gold specks are replaced with something dark and hungry, jaw a little slack while his own hand reaches down, squeezing his now fully hard length over his shorts to relieve some of the throb.  

“You know I’d never say no to you,” He whispers, his own hips rocking into his palm. You start to push two fingers in, your greedy walls fluttering despite the embarrassment of being caught making heat rise to your cheeks.  “What’s got you so worked up baby?”

He pushes his shorts half way down his hairy thighs, the full thickness of his cock smacking against the dark trail on his stomach. Already leaking, the fat tip of him looks angry as he wraps his fingers around the base, the pad of his thumb swiping over the top making him shudder. He pumps once, twice before rolling over on his side, kicking his shorts all the way off along with the blanket exposing you both to the morning air.

“Come on, don’t be shy now.” He’s closer like this, your noses almost touching and you can smell last night's bonfire still lingering. His eyes roam your body while his wrist sets a slow pace watching your nipples pebble under the thin fabric of your tank when a light breeze ruffles the walls of your tent. 

“Y-you - you just looked so good.” Your confession sounds pathetic, but it makes his eyes squeeze shut and a deep breath exhale through his nose, cock twitching in his big hand before he opens them again. 

He leans in so his lips ghost against yours, the tip of his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom one before licking into your mouth to steal your breath with the kind of kiss that was usually reserved for late nights after a couple of bottles of wine. 

“Take your shorts off, be good for me and let me see honey.” He pants, already wrecked, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before shifting to sit up, the air mattress making you bounce with the redistribution of his weight giving him the perfect view down every curve and dip of your body. 

Listening to him, you feel more exposed than ever with your legs spread wide despite no one being around. Steve groans at the visual of you like this, the motions of his wrist getting quicker while his free hand reaches down to pull up your tank by the hem, the soft fat of your breasts spilling out for his hungry eyes. It feels dirty and new, touching yourself like this for him and it only adds to the growing slick between your thighs.

“God, I’m so lucky - can’t believe you're mine. Wakin’ up to you like this? So damn pretty, baby - shit.” He groans, already babbling, squeezing hard at the base of his cock when he sees your arousal gleam in the sunlight every time you pull your fingers out, drunk off watching them disappear again.

“I want you all the fucking time, Steve.” You whine hips pushing up when you add a third one, back arching when he tweaks one of your nipples.

“Yeah?” He asks before spitting into his hand, the slick sounds of his palm working his length even harder blending in with the messy way your walls suck you in. “Tell me about it.”

You nod, completely gone by hearing him talk to you like this, curving your fingers just right to hit the spot that makes you keen. A strangled noise leaving his throat when he clocks the way your thighs start to shake, your mind racing with thoughts of him. He needs you to come soon, and when he sees the pad of your thumb start to rub messy circles on your puffy clit he knows he doesn’t have to hold off for very long.

“You’re just so sexy all the time,” it’s your turn to babble and the breathy laugh that leaves him makes you clamp around your fingers even tighter despite wishing you could roll your eyes, “Those fucking running shorts, your suits, god I want you to bend me over your desk so bad. I think about it all the - ohhhh- a lot.” 

“Jesus - baby, m’gonna have you meet me for lunch when we get back, god wear that short little dress, yeah? I’ll give you what you want, shit - anything you want.” He stutters feeling himself start to get close, your confessions bringing him to the edge. 

“I - mmm- I won’t wear any underwear.” You giggle before your mouth falls open, the band inside of you dangerously close to snapping at the thought of him behind his desk and the predatory way he’d watch the sway of your hips knowing you’re bare and already soaked for him underneath. 

“Dirty girl,” He moans and you hear the back of his head slide against the tent, “my dirty girl.”

Looking up, your eyes roam the way his chest heaves the closer he gets to his climax, sweat beading and starting to drip down his neck where the veins protrude. His gaze is heavy and hot, and it doesn’t leave you, it begs you to fall apart for him. He watches how your eyes glaze over, completely wrecked at the sight of him and the corner of his mouth turns up.

“Gonna be good and come for me now?” It’s soft when he asks despite how filthy the sounds echoing in the tent are, and when you nod with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, his grin widens. “Of course you are, always so good, so sweet.”

The last part comes out strained, his cock twitching catching the way your thighs start to shut when the drag of your fingers in your cunt becomes deliberate. You were close. The hand that he’s kept on the dough of your breast reaches down to pull your knees apart tutting under his breath.

“I wanna see it, let me have it, come on baby.”

His words are enough for you to push your head back into the pillow, your leg fighting against his firm grip to shut as the rubber band finally snaps. His name falls from lips long and drawn out, a high pitch whine that turns into a gasp and a shuddered loud moan when he pushes your hand away to replace it with his. Thick fingers collect everything you give him, pulling even more from you when he dips inside to hit the spot you could barely reach, praising you as you come even harder.

The feeling of your velvet walls squeezing tight around him brings Steve over the edge, gasping your name with a guttural groan that vibrates from his chest as he spills across his thighs and stomach. Chest heaving from the force of it, the visual of you spread out and falling apart for him makes him see white with his release.

The only sounds are your labored breathing, and a forest that’s come alive in the daylight.  You hear Bandit shuffle around to move to another spot following the moving sun as it gets higher in the sky, warming the tent more. Steve is gentle when he pulls out of you, bending down to kiss your sweaty forehead before grabbing his basketball shorts. He chuckles, wiping himself down feeling like a teenager again with nothing else around to clean himself up, your breathy giggle making his teeth shine in a wide grin before he lays himself back down. 

There’s zero hesitation to pull you to his chest despite the growing stickiness with the heat, peppering kisses across your face before collecting your lips in something a little sweeter.

“Morning, tough girl.” 

[cyberchronics]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

veritas ratio + tutoring

★ subby ratio, rivals (?) to lovers, the rivalry is one sided, semi-public sex, face reveal, riding, marking ★

✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩

veritas isn't the type of man to let other's idiocy go unchecked, especially when he happens to recognize the person in question's untapped potential. that's how he ends up being your tutor.

where you had once been getting close to becoming a proper academic rival to him, the second semester had not been kind to you grade-wise. it was his responsibility to make sure you fixed this mess, he decided after seeing you bomb another quiz. after all, what was the point of being at the top of all his classes if there wasn't a little friendly competition here and there?

he'd be lying if he said that there weren't other motivations as to why he continued your sessions after the first despite the fact you showed considerable understanding of the concepts. there was a quality to you that made his mind fill with questions. were you just trying to impress him, or did you truly know more than you let on? did you always make that cute face when you're attempting to do math? why was he staring at you so intently?

perhaps you're a subject worthy of further observation.

∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘

He really should've recognized that you were coming on to him earlier. Veritas had been so caught up in studying the little details that the big picture had entirely been missed. While you were asking him to meet you for a late session in the campus library, he was preoccupied with committing your voice to memory. A small grin grows on his face beneath the hard plaster of his stoic disguise as he hums agreement, firmly reminding you to be punctual before walking off.

It's barely been ten minutes since he started his review lecture before you start getting closer. He's able to ignore the small brushes at first, determined not to get so distracted he stumbles over his words. That fight is promptly forfeited as you rest a hand on his thigh, the other's fingers resting just below the edge of his less formal mask and making his explanation of concavity and periods die on his tongue.

"I... What do you think you're doing?" There's yet another internal struggle he faces as he reminds himself how inappropriate it would be to lean into your touch. Amber eyes drift over to peek at you through the golden feathers adorning his covering, being met with a cheeky smile. "May I?" It's shameful to admit how flustered you're making him feel from a simple action, a small noise escaping his lips before they gain a small pout. "...Fine."

A bit of anxiety bubbles up in his chest as you remove the golden owl from his face, fingers clenching ever so slightly to prepare himself for whatever you might say. When he's met with an entirely too giddy smile, he lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Your fingers cup his cheek, face beaming when he doesn't deny your affections. "You're prettier than I expected, Veritas... A face like this shouldn't stay hidden."

Admittedly, some of the night is a blur in his brain. He doesn't remember how you two started kissing, or why he was letting his hands wander along your body so tenderly. He doesn't know how it escalated to a make-out session where both of you were pulling at each other clothes. In fact, his memories only pick up to the way you expertly unwrap the condom you 'just so happened' to have in your bag and help him ease it on his already leaking cock.

You sat in his lap, kissing him all over as you lined the tip up with your equally ready entrance. He whines quietly as you slide down, nails scratching your back as you slowly impale yourself on his dick. He holds your waist tight when you bottom out, face against your chest in an effort to ground himself. "Veritas...?" When he looks up at you a teasing smile has adorned your face, your hand reaching back for the open textbook he was reading from earlier. "You don't mind, do you?"

If he was in any other headspace, he'd think the idea was ridiculous. Reviewing basic calculus in a (what he hopes is) empty library with someone riding him? What kind of shitty porno idea is that? And yet here he is, one hand holding the book and his other still holding you as he attempts to read. It's hard to focus, especially when the sound of skin against skin is combined with the moans you let out directly in his ears. It's embarrassing, struggling to say simple sentences on a page he's read front to back plenty of times.

Every time you stop bouncing on his cock, Veritas wants to cry. You'll pause when he messes up or stops reading, putting on the confused classmate act and showing him where to start. He's not even allowed to cum until the entire page has been read, but the task proves to be more and more difficult. You fuck yourself on him without a care, face buried in his shoulder to leave bright red bites and hickeys that glow against his pale skin. By the time he finishes reading, his whole upper half is covered in marks. He doesn't care, more focused on begging you to let him tip over the edge.

He gets his response when you pull him into a sloppy kiss, walls squeezing him tight as you make a mess and cause him to follow close behind. Heavy breathing fills the library as you slide the book out of his hand and let him slump over, his arms clambering to cling to you. You kiss his cheek, sweet and gentle before leaning up to whisper in his ear.

"So... when's our next tutoring session?"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: crumbs for the hsr fans :3 based on this very loose concept I had of riding ratio while he tries to review a concept that was making me go insane

[thomasisaslut]

Azriel Shadowsinger x F!Reader

Bondage — Ktober

Word Count: 1.1k

Includes: Bondage, Creampies, Bed Sex, Overstimulation, Hickeys, Vaginal Sex.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50688283

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1388599061-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞-𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥-𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐱

Your mate has always been quiet, however, when he became your boyfriend he has been trying to become more open with you. Especially about your sex life.

Currently, the two of you are together in your bed—he showed you his room a while ago, you were originally from another Court but upon visiting the Night you ran into him and the mating bond clicked—you sit up, your hand gently caressing his chest before you have the brilliant idea to move your hands to his wings.

“Don’t.” He sends a small glare you way, one of his amber eyes staring at you.

“But, Az.” You tease and bring your hand closer when he grabs your wrist, he flips your position as he grabs your other wrist—now pinning both above you with one hand.

You see his shadows dancing around his spread out wings, ready to pounce.

“I am trying to sleep.” Azriel grunts.

“But I want to have fun.” You pout.

He sighs. “Fine.” Within a second you feel the grip on your wrists loosen, you look up to see his shadows holding your hands still. You attempt to move them but it is to no avail.

“Az?”

“Hm?” He asks while lifting up your sheer nightgown before tearing it in two, he grabs your panties and shucks them down.

You shiver from the sudden bareness, your arousal only growing. “W-Why are you shadows holding me?”

“Because…” He removes his own night clothes. “I said we’re going to have fun my way.”

Your cheeks flush. “You’re into bondage?”

“I am now.” Azriel states before he pinches your nipples.

A sudden gasp is released from your throat from the sensation. “Oh… Az.”

He smirks before trailing his right hand down your chest and to your cunt, he carelessly rubs a few circles over your clit before sliding one of his fingers into your aching cunt.

“Azriel…” You moan, he inserts a second finger and you feel his shadows form around you ankles, pinning those to the bed as well.

He hums before leaning forward, you can feel his cock by your dripping cunt but he makes no movement. Azriel brings his lips to your neck and kisses it before biting down. You attempt to grab his hair, his shoulders, anything, but of course his shadows only tighten around your wrists.

Azriel chuckles at your reactions before he begins to suck on your neck, going down to your collarbone as he leaves deep, purple, love bites.

“My mate…” He groans and rocks his hips against you, his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Azriel! Please, I need you!” You whine, rocking your hips against him when more shadows form, holding your hips down so you can’t move whatsoever.

He nods then aligns the tip of his cock with your aching core, he slowly slides in the tip and looks at your the entire time. His yellow eyes meeting yours as he slides in further.

“You’re a brat.” Azriel scoffs before thrusting into you fully—resulting in you shouting as you moan.

“Only… only with you.” You pant, attempting tease him.

Unfortunately, that only made him pound harder.

“Az! Az! Please… let me touch you!” You whine.

Running his hands from your hips to your breasts he rolls his eyes, he releases the shadows holding your hands. Instantly, you launch your hands at his wings, in a second his load gets shot into you.

“A-Azriel!” You shout, both filled with pleasure and confusion.

“You touched my wings…” He growls.

“I.. I wanted to touch you-“

You’re positions are flipped again, you now riding him as his cum leaks out of you and onto his toned chest.

“You’re punishment.” He bucks forward. “Is to ride me.” Azriel’s shadows tug your hips down, the tip of his cock touching that soft spot inside you, making you closer to your release. “Until you cum.”

You whine and begin to rock and bounce yourself on his cock, at some point you spell out his name with your hips—you can tell by his facial expressions he is enjoying it.

Azriel was often not vocal in bed, the usual sounds you got were only small groans and pants. Tonight, you plan to change that.

You pick up your efforts, your hands move from his pecks to the base of his wings—gently stroking the most sensitive part of it.

“Fuck!” He moans.

That was something new. Your eyes widen in shock at the word, Azriel never curses… you smirk.

“Do you lik-” You go to tease him when he flips your positions once again, the shadows that were once around you disappear for a second before you’re pinned to the bed again. Your hands are tied up by his shadows and he begins to pound into you like he has never before.

“Quiet, brat.” Azriel demands, his hands are by your head as he continues to thrust.

You can feel your legs begin to give out from the ferocity of his thrusts, one of his hands move down to your clit, now stroking it.

“I hate that you always get your way.” He groans as he shoots his second load into you. “I will not stop unless you beg, love.” Azriel smirks.

You know he’s not lying, his stamina was incredible.

“Make me cum! Please, Az!” You beg.

He nods, his thumb over your clit continues—it starts to become faster, harder, he places his index finger on the other side before pinching it. You moan loudly.

You can feel his cum leaking out of you as he continues to thrust, you go to move your hands when you’re stopped by his shadows again.

“Az.. Az!” You whine. “Kiss me.. please!”

A soft smile crosses his features, he leans down and kisses your lips passionately. Biting your bottom lip before slipping in his tongue.

“Are you close?” He asks as he pulls away, a trail of saliva falls onto your tits.

“Yes.. yes.” You confirm, rocking your hips to match his thrusts.

“Good girl.”

He pounds in once more before you squirt all over his cock—you’re orgasm so powerful it took a minute to stop.

Slowly, Azriel pulls out—his shadows release your wrists as well. He lies on his back and pulls you close, his black wings wrapping around you in a protective manner.

“You were so good for me, my love.” He pecks you temple. “Even if you were a brat to get it.” Azriel teases.

You smile up at your mate and nuzzle into his neck.

“Thank you, Az… I love you.”

“And I love you too.”

You soon fall asleep in the comfort of your boyfriends arms, he holds you close all night and you have never felt safer.

First ACOTAR fic! Lmk how it was! ♥️

[sheeluvsme]

I just read the most hear breaking but heart warming head cannon. IM GONNA ELABORATE ON IT.

Alejandro and you with a baby. [LOUD UNCONTROLLABLE SOBBING] inspired by : lady_kuffy on TIKTOK

CW: Miscarriage , blood , angst , lots of baby stuff , hospitals , not proof read (lmk if I missed anything!!)

This baby ment absolutely everything to you and Alejandro..you were now a few months along with a little girl. Alejandro and you were thrilled but scared. He was protective and watched you like a hawk. You’d lost your first child due to falling down the stairs in your own home all alone. He’d been away at mission he had no choice , but he definitely made it a choice after getting a horrific call from you while you waited for the ambulance to arrive. You felt the world crash around you feeling your body shift and blood leak out of you. But he was amazing and came to you immediately, he honestly didn’t care if he’d loose his job, he knew you needed him. Meeting your poor swollen eyes at the hospital broke him. He knew everything you had been doing for there first baby and it was completely gone. He stayed with you every step of the way till you ready to try again.

When you did try again and you got pregnant with your baby girl , Alejandro did not leave you ever , he was always lending you a arm to balance yourself, taking care of you. Making sure he put everything together and not letting you move a muscle. Your little girl ended up being early , she was small but she was absolutely perfect, she had beautiful curly dark brown hair , her hands so small. Alejandro was so proud!! And especially proud of you. She was a little fighter. Your little fighter, Alejandro says your daughter is so tough because of you. When older Alejandro was constantly getting heart attacks from her!! She was a daredevil and would climb almost anything. You worried too but it was funny that she was putting Alejandro to work. She pulled him and Rudy into tea party’s and did Alejandro’s make up. He was willing to do everything with her. He liked to bring her around base just to show her off and so he could spend every second with her as you took a day to yourself to rest. Her first word was “ bonita “ of course it sounded more of “ bownita “ from her, she had just finished putting clips in Alejandro’s and Rudy’s hair and she said it. He immediately started screaming your name and absolutely beaming. “ look look!- amor- say it again!” She’d get shy but quietly say it again. You’d both smile hugging her. Alejandro kissing her head “ yes. Yes you my love are Bonita.”

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE.

[footygirl114]

Tiro Libre (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Sooooooo, part 3 in my Rivales Storyline, deffo read parts one & two if you want to understand better... Thank you to everyone for being so patient with me, and to the people who have reached out you are amazing!! 

The teams main focus after coming off the strong performance in Barcelona and the Christmas break was to bring that drive to the league and try to win it. Your main focus was not to miss your girlfriend too much, but also try to be her rock from a far while your friends were fighting for equality within the national team. 

You were able to spend Christmas back in Spain, but most of the time while you were there your house was used for the girls to meet and plan their course of action. Now that you were back in Manchester you realised how much you missed the Spanish girls being around constantly. Having watched them plan their attack and get ready to go to the federation you felt like one of the team. 

Being born in America you had been in the youth system for the USA but never actually got a look on the national team, until recent years you were mainly considered a bench player. It didn’t mean you never wanted to be on the national team, it just meant you could support your love and teammates in the supporters section. 

One night you were sitting on the couch in your Manchester apartment waiting for Alexia to call, you had been back for a week and you had a game the next afternoon. A low-key night was planned for you and Ona who had just left to grab your take away from the shop on the corner. When she slams the door open and yells out to you, she immediately has you standing and worried. 

Turning towards her you immediately see the panic in her eyes as she says “someone leaked the news, they are spinning it in their favour.” When she finishes you feel the dread in your stomach and cant help but think of what this means for the girls. 

“Im sorry Ona, I know thats not what any of you wanted” you tell her as you walk towards her and immediately pull the younger girl into your arms. You always knew she was sensitive, and you know she needs this as you can feel her tears soaking through your shirt. “It’ll be okay, you know the rest of them won’t let anything crazy happen Ona.” 

She sniffles and pulls back and says “you don’t know that Y/N” 

Shaking your head you tell her “I do though, you really think Ale or Irene will let them get away with this?”

“No” 

“Exactly, you know they have your back. You guys are all in this together.” you tell her. Before she can respond your phone rings with an incoming call from your love. “Speak of the devil” you say as you wink at Ona who smiles at you as you pick up the phone with a “Hi love” 

“Hola Ale, were your ears burning?” Ona asks with a laugh. 

She laughs through the phone as she says “I know you both only talk about me when I am not there” 

You all laugh and you chime in “In your dreams love, we have enough fun without you dragging us down” 

This gets a laugh from Ona and you drag her on the couch beside you where she settles with her head on her shoulder as you both settle in and talk with Alexia. “I am guessing you guys saw the news?” 

“Yeah, I was just telling Ona how you guys will not let this get you down.” you remind her. 

The way she responds makes you wish she was closer to you. “Oh Ona don’t you worry, there is no way they can keep La reina quiet, and you know we are all in this together, and I have your back”. The confidence she says that with gets to you, you know first hand how insecure she can be, and how she is worried for her teammates but she would never let anyone else know. 

You have to adjust in your seat as you are a bit turned on by her confidence and you hope Ona doesn’t notice but when you squirm one too many times she asks “you good Y/N? you cant sit still.” 

You immediately feel the blush in your cheeks as Alexia chimes in down the line “something caught your attention babe?” based on the tone in her voice she knows exactly what she is doing to you. 

Ona s continues to look at your for an answer as you say “yes i am fine, just worried for you all” finishing with a small smile to her as you add on “I may also miss Ale a little bit.”

“Oh you do? what do you miss most babe?” Alexia chirps from the phone.

Immediately Ona stands and squeals out a “ew gross guys, I am right here” 

Laughing you tell Ona “Come back, we can watch a movie and hang up on Ale for that comment.”

“hey!” 

“really?” Ona asks you in a soft tone. 

You smile and pat the couch beside you as you ask her “high school musical?”

She nods and settles back on the couch beside you as you hand her the remote you say into the phone “I’ll call you later babe.” 

“bye Ale! Sorry not sorry” Ona chimes in. 

“its okay you guys enjoy the movie. Love you both!” she says as she disconnects the call. 

Ona has the movie on and her head on her shoulder when you look at your phone screen as it lights up with a text from your love “you are the best, take care of Ona for me. xoxo” reading that you know she got exactly why you needed this time with the young Spaniard. 

**

The following days after the news breaks of the 15 players speaking out has your household on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When the world steps up in support of the 15 you can see Ona start to relax a bit. She realises that maybe it's not going to be the end of her national career. 

You both are heavily focused on your club games, trying to keep up the momentum in league and in cup. The girls continue to remain on fire and head into the last week before the international break on a 5 game winning streak. You are looking forward to some time off, as you have been asked by the club to help run a girls camp. Being one of the more known players not linked to a national team you were excited to help out. 

When the roster announcements for the national teams started to come out you didn’t think anything of it, you never have had to. It wasn’t until you walked into your apartment to Ona lying face down on the couch not saying anything to you when you walk in. You think she’s asleep but when you move closer you realise she’s staring at her phone. 

“On you okay?” you ask as you step closer and crouch beside the couch where her face is turned. She turns her phone towards you and it takes you a second to clue into the roster announcement. “Oh shit. I’m sorry Ona” you tell her as you turn her phone screen off and put it on the table. 

“they left us all off the list” she says sadly. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, it means that you guys have made more a stink than you thought. They’re trying to make a statement back but it won’t work. You all won’t let it.” you tell her as you reach out and brush the tears off her cheeks. “Ona you are doing this to make the sport a better place for every young girl out there. You guys are heroes. you have seen the support you have gotten from players everywhere. This won’t last” 

“Maybe you’re right” she says as she sits up, you adjust to sit beside her as she says “No, you are right. I am not going to let this get me down. We still have a champions league to win, and this break will be good for me to rest up.” 

“exactly, that’s the right attitude.” you agree and before you can continue Ona’s phone rings with a zoom invite to join the other girls for a strategy session. “You have fun with that, say hi to everyone, I am going to make us dinner.”

When you head back into the kitchen you hear the girls on zoom, and you can hear your loves voice comforting the others and you are again reminded how amazing she is. Wanting her to know you shoot her a text “i love you Ale, you are amazing for standing strong for all of those girls, can’t wait until I can kiss your face.” 

Moments later you hear the team make fun of her for the blush on her cheeks as Ona yells out “Y/N, I am hungry stop texting Ale and make us dinner!” You laugh at her and continue on your way with dinner, only pausing to see the text from Ale says “I love you, call me when your in bed later babe.” 

**

During the international break, Ona had decided to hang around and help you with the camp for the young girls. You were happy she was going to stay around since you could keep an eye on her, but it would also be a quiet week without her around. The end of the first day of camp you were tired and lying on the couch gathering your strength to make dinner, Ona had decided to head over to one of the girls houses to watch movies but you had a face time date with Alexia. 

When your doorbell rings you groan and drag your self off the couch to answer the door. Not paying attention you open it as you ask “Mrs butler did you need sugar again?” your neighbour has knocked twice in a week for sugar. 

“Well I am not Mrs Butler but I can really use some sugar if it comes from you” the voice says and immediately you lock eyes with your love. 

“Ale, what are you doing here?” you ask her still standing staring at her. 

She steps closer without coming in as she says “Well I was hoping to get some sugar from my love, but she doesn’t look happy to see me?” 

Smiling you reach out and grab her shirt and pull her in as you say “get in here and get some sugar love.” Her hands settle low on your back as yours wind around her neck and you press your lips to hers. Every time you are reunited after being apart it feels like coming home, her taste, her touch, her smell, it completes your soul every single time. 

When you hear a door slam down the hall, you pull back and smile at her as you ask again “what are you doing here?” 

“well I suddenly had some free time and wanted to see you” she shrugs and leans in and connects your lips again. 

Pulling back you whisper “i love you”

“te amo mi amor” she says back as she presses her lips to your forehead. You reach around her and grab her bag and pull her and it into your apartment slamming the door behind you. 

She walks in and looks around and says “nice place babe. Want to take me on a tour?” 

You drop her bags and walk up to her, slowly unzip her jacket revealing the crop top you know she favours. Reaching up after its unzipped you push it down off her shoulders and down her arms as you say “maybe later” once her coat is on the floor you reach her waist band and slid your hands in and pull her towards your couch. You push her back and she sits starring up at you. 

“babe?” she asks as you step towards her and pull your top over your head, revealing your bare chest. You hated wearing bras when you were at home, this time being no different. 

The way you watch her eyes widen when you reveal your bare chest, and it fills your heart knowing you can still get this reaction out of her after being together all this time. stepping forward you place one leg on either side of hers on the couch as you straddle her and say “I’ve missed you Ale.”

“I’ve missed you too babe, and I have missed these two a lot too” she says as she brings her hands up to your breasts, and you cant take it anymore as you lean down and press your lips to hers. Once of her hands remain on your breast playing with your nipple as the other reaches down to slide under your waistband and settle on your ass. 

Moving one hand to the back of her head you bury it in her hair as the other settles on her breast over her shirt, she deepens the kiss and you feel her tongue tangle with yours and you cant help but let out a soft moan. It stirs her into action as he hand lowers into the front of your sweatpants and just as she reaches into your panties and slides her fingers through your wetness the door slams open. 

“Y/N? why is it so dark in here?” she says as she turns on the lights. You and Alexia only have  moment to move your hands back to safe places before Ona screeches and yells out “seriously! you have a bedroom!” as she spins back around. 

You laugh as you lean back and grab your shirt that was on the ground and pull it over your head as you say to Ona “were both wearing clothes now On, sorry about the show. I didn’t know she was coming so we got a bit carried away” you finish with a shrug. 

As Ona turns back around as you slide to sit beside Alexia as she says “Hola Ona, I figured I'd use the break to visit you guys and check out Manchester.” 

“We both know you came here for Y/N, but I will gladly help you find the best food places because Y/N has no taste.” she says with a laugh. 

“hey” you interject “if your going to stay with us you can’t team up on me thats not fair.” 

“life isn’t fair babe sorry” Alexia says with a laugh as she places a hand on your thigh and squeezes. 

Ona laughs and asks “are we going to order dinner? Leah only had that weird health stuff at movie night and I am hungry.” 

On cue your stomach growls causing you all to laugh as you say “I guess so, since my hunger wasn’t satiated earlier” 

Alexia laughs at Ona’s grossed out expression and she leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek as Ona says again “seriously get a room” 

You laugh at her as you ask “okay what are we ordering then?” 

When you finally get Alexia alone again later that night, after you are both spent and satiated from fulfilling your other hunger, albeit quietly since Ona was home, you are lying in your bed with Alexia curled up beside you. You are on your back and Alexia is on her side with her head resting on your shoulder, your arm under her head playing with her hair. She has a leg thrown over yours, and a hand tangled with yours on your stomach. 

You press a kiss to her forehead as you ask “can I ask you something ale?” 

She nods and says “Si mi amor” 

“How are you really doing?” you ask quietly against her head ending with another kiss to her forehead. 

You feel the deep breath she takes as she squeezes your hand and says “It’s hard, but I have to be strong for the others. You know I am not worried about not playing, I have won my awards, yeah I want an international trophy, but I don’t want to win it for a federation who treats us like this.” 

She turns slightly so she meet your eyes and you lean down and press a kiss to her nose as you say “you are amazing” 

Shaking her head she says “not if I end up ruining it for all the younger players, I hate that they are missing the opportunities they are for standing up, we should have left them out of it.” 

“hey, you wouldn’t have been able to keep any of them out of it, you are all doing this for a reason. To stand up for the next generation of female players love. You guys are role models.” You tell her as you lean down and press another kiss to her lips, pulling back you whisper against her lips “I am so proud of you love, and I am by your side every step of the way.” 

“I love you” she says back as she presses a kiss to your lips and settles back on your shoulder. a few moments go by and she says “I am so glad you have taken Ona in, I have always worried for her, but I am glad she has you” 

“she’s my hermanita” you tell her. 

She groans and says “no don’t, I am tired and you know you speaking Spanish gets me going.” 

You laugh quietly and press a kiss to her forehead and settle on your pillow with a whispered “buenas noches mi amor” she answers with a groan and presses a kiss to your chest under her chin, you fall asleep with a smile on your face. 

**

The three of you watched both Spanish games from your couch, neither of them going the way the federation thought they would. A 5-0 loss to England was embarrassing, but losing 3-1 Argentina was the icing on the cake of a bad international break for the team. Although hopefully this would light a fire under the federation and make them realise they need to get the players back on their side. 

The 10 days you had Alexia in your bed were the best nights sleep you have had in a long time, she just made you feel more complete. She also helped Ona a lot as they were able to talk about the struggles in person, and Alexia was able to comfort Ona better than you could when it came to this. 

When you were dropping her off at the airport you hated that she was leaving again but you both signed up for this, and you knew you would be seeing her soon. As you pull up to the gate you park and get out with her when she turns to you and says “I’m good from here babe, I really don’t want another scene in the airport” 

You laugh at meet her at the trunk as you tell her “I am going to miss you babe” 

“I am going to miss you too, I am already missing these two” she says as she grabs you in a hug and sneaks one hand to your chest and squeezes. 

You laugh and pull back from her and say “you are a dork and I love you so much” 

She smiles and press a deep kiss to your lips, you cant help but to smile against her lips, pulling back you say “I think we will be seeing each other soon anyway” 

“oh yeah? confident in your team?” she asks with a smirk.

You smirk back and with all the confidence you say “well we beat you didn’t we?” 

She laughs and says “yeah you cheated babe” 

“no way” 

“you did, playing the abs card wasn’t fair, but it won’t get me again” she says and she grabs her bags and settles them on the sidewalk. 

You close the trunk and step up beside her on the sidewalk and she wraps you in her arms. You wrap yours around her neck and bury your face in her neck. Its a few moments later that she places a kiss on your temple and whispers “I gotta go mi amor” 

You pull back and press your lips to hers one more time. Pulling back you whisper “I love you Alexia, kick Madrid’s ass so I can see you again sooner.” 

“Only if you kick PSGs love” she says back. 

“deal” you lean forward and seal it with a kiss. She pulls back and gathers her bags and turns to leave, turning back with a “I love you Y/N, Ill miss you” 

“Love you too” you say with a wave and watch her walk into the airport. 

**

You use the visit to fuel you, it helps to motivate you even more to want to win and be able to play Barcelona again. The upcoming game in Paris had a lot of hype around it, you had seen ads of it in the streets of Manchester and it made you excited to know that you had the city behind you. 

It was for nothing, the game was a snooze fest. Neither team played well, it ended up being a 0-0 draw, Mary came up huge and kept you in the game a few times. You didn’t know what it was, it was like the other team came out flat so your team matched it. It was not a game to be proud of. 

You tried to channel Alexia and get the team pumped up for the home leg, knowing it was the last chance you had to stay alive. In the middle of the champions league games you had a FA cup game against Tottenham to contend with. Deciding to light the fire under the team and focus on one game at a time, your team killed it. Took 60 minutes to get the first goal, but then the floodgates opened and you won 4-0 and moved on to the semis in the cup. 

Continuing the momentum was an easy way to encourage the team to dig deep and push through, knowing that the game was at Old Trafford and a Thursday evening game you knew it would be a wicked atmosphere. 

Waking up Thursday morning, you had an extra pep in your step. Barcelona had beaten Real the night before at Camp Nou and broke the attendance record, it was electric and you hoped your fans would bring it too. It also motivates you to know that winning this game would mean playing Barcelona again, and getting to see Alexia soon. 

The whole day leading up to the evening game was chill, Alexia was unreachable, you knew they would be analysing game film but you wished you could speak to her. Once you got to the stadium you were in the zone, until your phone buzzed with a good luck text from your love. You continued to pump the team up in warm up and through the team huddle, then you continued with the tradition of fist bumping everyone in line before taking your place behind Mary, who was just as fired up. 

Coming out flying you go up 1-0 in the first 15 minutes. The rest of the game remains a grind until the 86th minute, PSG are pressing for the equaliser. A beauty of a ball from Ashley Lawrence gets swung in and when Millie jumps to clear it she gets challenged and when she heads it clear it bounces of the PSG attackers head and goes right back into the net, flys too quickly on the redirect past a frozen Mary. 

You couldn’t believe the luck, that was easily a one in a million deflection and of course it happened at the end of a champions league quarter final game. Holding on until the final whistle you know extra time will be necessary. Walking over to your bench you grab your electrolyte bottle and take a minute to look at the fans who are supporting you behind the bench, when you meet the eyes of your love. 

She smiles and mouths “I love you, now go kick ass” and ends it by blowing you a kiss. You smile and feel the confidence in you reignite, and you turn and use it to pump up your team. Coming out flying you have chance after chance, you Ella hits the post twice, Alessia makes the goalie make a fingertip save. You just cannot buy a goal. 

When towards the end of the first half of extra time, Katie gets a ball off a rebound just out side of the box, she tees it up and before she can strike the ball, she gets taken out. Whistles are blown and a yellow card is produced. The trainers come over and check on Katie and have to take her to the side for treatment. She’s your normal free kick taker, so when Marc yells at you to take it you are surprised, but you know you can do it. 

You stand over the ball waiting for the refs whistle, and you close your eyes, you picture the training field back in Barcelona. You and Alexia and a bunch of balls, trading free kick goals for kisses. In your head when the ref blows the whistle you know exactly where this is going. Leading up to it you strike it and know its going in. 

The roar of the crowd and Ona hopping on your back is your indicator of the goal. You celebrate with the team, and when you head back to line up for kick off, you point behind the bench where you know Alexia is and press a kiss to your lips and point it back towards her. 

Your girls hold out and make it to the 120 minute mark and when that whistle blows the team is immediately celebrating. A few minutes later the team is winding down and you may your way toward your love. She’s moved to the bottom of the stands where you gesture for her to hop the barrier. 

As she moves towards you, you cant help but smile as you notice the united jersey she is wearing. When she gets close enough you pull her into your arms and tell her “I am so glad you are here” 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world babe, that free kick was amazing.” she tells you and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

Never one to participate in PDA so publicly what you do next surprises you both as you pull her into you and press your lips to hers hard. She indulges you and when you pull back you tell her “Free kick goal equals a kiss right?” 

She laughs and presses her lips to yours again and when she pulls back she says “that one deserves two love” 

“I love you” you tell her, “and I love you in my jersey” 

She smiles at says “I won’t be wearing it again until after we play” 

Sticking your tongue out at her you tell her “It won’t last long when we get home, It’ll look better on the floor anyway” 

Her eyes darken and before she can say anything back Ona runs up and jumps on you both with a “amigas guess what!” 

“Hola Ona good game, you were a beast” Alexia tells Ona with a smile. 

You smile at them both and say “whats your news On?” 

Alexia steps up beside you and places her hand on your lower back as you both face Ona when she says “Jorge is out, the federation is cleaning house and we may be called back into the team!” 

[swabsandcream]

No Ordinary Fan [Part 2]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Jeffrey become more involved with one another since their initial encounter.

Warnings: Sexual content (18+), minors dni

A/N: Jeffrey is portrayed as a single man in this fic.

It had been a week since Y/N met her favorite actor for the first time and somehow managed to catch his eye all in one day. It was impossible to describe the barrage of emotions she felt afterwards. She even found herself bursting into a fit of hysterics once she got home that night, jumping around and screaming as if she had won the lottery. It went on for quite some time, and like Jeffrey had promised, he gave her a call that same day. All the way up to this point, their conversations had consisted of them trying to get to know one another. They shared their interests like their taste in music, favorite foods, and even the tv shows they were currently watching. Jeffrey enjoyed talking to Y/N just as much as she liked talking to him, despite their age differences.

Both of them had agreed to keep their relations private, refusing to tell anyone that they’re talking to one another. Jeffrey wanted to keep anything from leaking to the press prematurely, and Y/N didn’t want to be bombarded by his other fans on social media. They were enjoying the talking stage so far, but since Jeffrey had finished up his meet and greets, he decided to take things a step further. After texting Y/N back and forth a couple of times since the day started, he eventually asked her if she would like to come over to his house for dinner that night. Turns out he lived in the country area located right outside of her city which was about an hour away. This would be considered as their first date, so Y/N was feeling indecisive about the matter. Jeffrey assured her that she could decline the offer if she didn’t feel comfortable with it, but after taking a moment to think and consider the possibilities, she decided to join him after all. 

Shortly after accepting the invitation to her dream man’s house, she found herself in front of the bathroom mirror once again for a quick pep-talk. “Ok. You got this. You’re gonna go over his house and treat him like you would treat any other guy. God, it’s been so long since I’ve been on a date. Just breathe, and please don’t be weird.” 

She only had a couple hours to get ready, so she used her time wisely. She showered and shaved in every single place she so much as suspected there might be hair. Then she went to assess her wardrobe, carefully selecting her outfit in accordance with what she feels could possibly happen that night. She wanted to look sexy, but not too provocative to where he may think that she only came over for one thing. She shuffled through her clothes and found a white, long-sleeved dress that draped down to her knees. She hadn’t worn the dress in a while, but it still fit perfectly, and went well with the light makeup she had put on before she headed out to reunite with Jeffrey.

Roughly an hour and thirty minutes later, Y/N arrived at Jeffrey’s multi-million dollar estate in the country. She felt like she was in a movie, having to stop in front of a huge gate and wait until she was granted entry, then pulling in front of the most beautiful mansion she had ever seen. In fact, it was the only mansion she had ever seen up close and in person, being from the city and a part of the working class. She was taking in the view as she got out of her car, and before she could even make it up the stairway, she was greeted by an ecstatic Jeffrey while he stood in the doorway to his home. 

“Welcome! I’m so glad you- oh my.” He paused, watching Y/N as she walked up the stairway and stood right in front of him. “God you’re beautiful.” He said with a soft smile. “I feel like I might be underdressed.”

His outfit was very homey, a plain white t-shirt with black jogging pants. He also had on what’s presumed to be his reading glasses. Y/N had only seen him wearing them occasionally on the internet but seeing him like this in person felt like a dream to her. 

“No, you look good to me.” Y/N’s comment only made Jeffrey’s smile grow wider, his dimples becoming more visible in the process. He then took Y/N by the hand and brought her inside of his expansive house.

As they walked through the foyer, Y/N was captivated by the interior design of his home. Jeffrey on the other hand couldn’t take his eyes off of her, finding amusement in her wide-eyed expression as she continued to look around. As they proceeded through the hallway, they were greeted by two barking dogs, each of them choosing one of the humans’ legs to paw at. 

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to tell you about my babies.” 

“Awe they’re so adorable! What are their names?” Y/N asked as she squatted down to pet the overly excited dog in front of her. 

“This is Bandit.” He lifted up and held the dog that stood at his feet. “And that’s Irwin you’ve got right there.” 

Y/N proceeded to introduce herself to his pet and allowed it to give her a couple of kisses before standing back up. Jeffrey took note of how well she handled being around his excitable pets and how much they enjoyed being around her as well. The two then continued down his lengthy hallway, the smell of food growing stronger as they made their way into the kitchen.

"God, that smells amazing! You didn't tell me you were actually going to cook. I thought you might've ordered takeout or something." Y/N went straight for the sink to thoroughly wash her hands, Jeffrey following behind her as he lowered his dog back onto the wooden floor.

"Suprise, suprise!" His voice was cheerful as he took his turn at the sink. "It's already done, I put it on the table and everything." He finished washing his hands and guided Y/N over to the dining room next to them. He had a long, rectangular dining room table made of marble. On it were two plates of a meal that the two of them mutually enjoyed, along with two stemmed glasses of white wine. The effort and the time he spent putting this together did not go unrecognized by Y/N, referring to him as a true gentleman that knows how to treat a lady.

The two sat across from each other and began to enjoy their delicious meal. They had a detailed conversation about his memories of playing Negan and the on set shenanigans, especially with his good friend Norman Reedus. Y/N didn’t have nearly as many interesting personal stories to share, but Jeffrey listened intently regardless. She particularly loved the way he looked at her whenever she was speaking, like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Although they had finished having dinner, they continued to talk while sitting at the table.

“Perfect.” He muttered, keeping his gaze on her as she told a story about a funny moment she had at work. She cut her story short, not quite hearing what he had said.

“What did you say?” She asked. 

“I said you’re perfect. Everything about you. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” Jeffrey’s voice was deep and sultry, sending chills down Y/N’s spine as she finished her glass of wine. She didn’t have time to respond before Jeffrey got up out of his chair and made his way over to her on the other side of the table. He stood behind her and gently placed his large hands onto her shoulders, leaning down to whisper into her ear. 

 “Come with me. I want to show you something.” His seductive tone combined with the grip he had on her shoulders was a lot for Y/N to bear at the moment. She could feel a buzz coming on from the wine she drank, along with the growing arousal in between her thighs. He took his hands off of her and allowed his lips to brush against her ear as he stood straight up, stepping back from his date’s chair. With no hesitation, she stood up and took his hand as they made their way out of the dining room and into the movie theater he had built inside his home.

She gasped at the sight of the massive screen surrounded by an extra-long sofa that extended from one side of the room to the other. After listening to how much she loves watching films and tv shows, he knew that this room would be her favorite room of them all. He brought her over to the sofa, and they sat down next to each other, leaving a small space in between them. Y/N started lightly bouncing on the sofa with the intent to further entice the man beside her.

"Hmm comfy. Good for...a lot of things." Y/N's flirtatious behavior was definitely working at this point as Jeffrey's lips slowly curled up into a sinful smile.

"A lot of things like what exactly? Could you be more specific?" He placed a hand on her thigh, being covered by her dress, slowly rubbing it with his thumb.

Without a second thought, Y/N grabbed his hand and slid it underneath her dress, allowing his fingers to travel up the bare skin of her thigh. He exhaled deeply, taking in the feeling of her warm and delicate skin all the way up to the dampened cloth covering her warmth. Jeffrey used his free hand to adjust the protruding bulge in his pants, leaning in so close to her face that their noses were touching. She didn't say a word, allowing her unstable breathing to speak for itself.

"Tell me you want this." He whispered.

"I want this." She cooed, granting him permission to press his lips onto hers. From there, the two lovers were entangled with one another on the massive sofa with nothing but the sounds of their acts of pleasure.

[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part fifteen // billy hargrove x f!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

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a/n: thanks for reading!! i plan on this being about 20 chapters so we’re nearing the end, my loves.

word count: 5.1k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, choking, name calling, angst, pregnancy, abortion mention, more smut

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The surfing goes much better week two. Every morning, 5 AM sharp for six days straight. You get a better idea of how to plant your feet and you actually manage to catch two waves, squealing when you do it as Billy cheers you on. He praises you for it the whole morning while you two sit at a picnic table, enjoying breakfast burritos.

“That was awesome, you totally killed it out there,” he exclaims, beaming up at you.

You shrug, “I just have a great teacher.”

“Oh, wow, I’d love to meet him, maybe he can give him some pointers,” Billy chides, trying to mask the smirk threatening his lips.

“I’ll introduce you. He’s super hot, too. I was thinking about asking him for some other kinds of lessons,” you tease with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

Billy snorts, “You think he’s skilled in those other ways?”

“Oh yeah,” you bellow, “most definitely.”

The smirk finally breaks through, his eyes twinkle with it as he asks, “And how do you know?”

With a shrug, you bite your lip and say, “I can just tell, ya know? Can see it in his eyes.”

Billy lets out a smug laugh, fishing his keys out of his pocket and dangling them in front of your face, “Let’s go find out.”

“Yes, sir,” you purr, following behind to the car.

He’s on you in an instant when you’re back at the room, thrusting you against the door and boring his eyes into your own. The two of you are sticky from salt water and sweat but you don’t care, tasting it on Billy’s skin as you lick and suck his neck. His hands fumbling while he rips off your swimsuit top, like his brain is working too quickly and they’re struggling to keep up. You let out a giggle and Billy glares at you under his thick lashes, moving his thumb and forefinger to viciously pinch your nipple and pull it.

“Ouch!” you yelp, smacking his shoulder, “Asshole.”

“Bitch,” Billy spits through a playful smirk.

You melt at the insult, not really ready to analyze why. Nevertheless, you squeeze your thighs together as you fail to suppress a whimper.

Billy grins wide at that, his hand circling your throat and forcing you to tilt your head back. “You like when I call you names?” he inquires with that low and sultry voice of his.

You bite your lip, unwilling to admit it out loud. Unsure if it was in general or just Billy that made you like it. He squeezes your throat a little bit, enough to make you gasp but not enough to truly inhabit your airways.

“Of course you do,” he grovels, “You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

Groaning, your eyes roll back as you feel your wetness surge out and coat the skimpy swimsuit bottoms you have on. He lets out a sadistic cackle, shoving his fingers in your mouth and forcing his knee between your thighs. You loved that sickly laugh. It was so mean yet so thrilled. You show him your appreciation by sucking on the digits resting on your tongue, making sure you’re sloppy with it, wanting Billy to see the spit leaking from the corners of your lips.

“Jesus,” he exhales, in awe of the pornographic display. “That’s a good girl,” he coos, shoving his fingers in deeper and you gag on them, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Uh-uh,” he scolds, “Open. Look at me.”

You obey, a slave to his commands. The wicked grin on his face makes you squirm, rutting your core against the bottom of his thigh. The friction is marvelous so you involuntarily repeat the motion, desperately humping his thigh. He pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop, placing his hands on his hip to observe your movements.

“Look at you,” he exclaims, aghast. “I haven’t even fucking done anything and you’re absolutely fiending for it.”

“Billy,” you whimper, wiping the drool from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Gimme.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking from your eyes to where you’re grinding against his thigh, “I bet I don’t even need to do anything. Bet you could cum from this.”

“But I want—“ you grunt, hitting your clit in just the right way to distract yourself from the sentence, the words dissolving before they can make it out.

“Want my cock?” Billy teases, his tone annoyingly condescending, “I don’t think you need it.”

You gasp, glaring up at him but not relenting in your movements against his thigh. “Gimme,” you repeat and he gives you the same dumbfounded look as before as he remains unmoving.

“No,” he says, nonchalantly and crosses his arms.

You give a frustrated whine, furrowing your eyebrows up at him.

“What? If you can act like a brat then so can I,” he retorts.

“M’not a brat,” you pout, reaching for his arms so you can pull him close, but Billy’s stronger than you and he doesn’t budge.

“Are too,” he smirks.

You glance down to his red shorts, seeing the tent pitched in them before looking back up into his eyes, “You want it just as bad as I do.”

Your voice is shaky though you meant that to come off firm and proud. He chuckles, uncrossing his arms to place a hand next to your head on the door, jerking his knee back and dropping his foot. You whimper as a complaint from the abandonment of pressure.

“You need to learn a lesson about patience,” he mutters against your lips, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers while his eyes lock onto yours.

“And I’ll teach you that lesson. Just not today,” he grabs you by your ass, lifting you up and your legs wrap around his waist instinctively.

He walks you over to the dresser, pushing your makeup and hair products to the floor before setting your bum on top it. His fingers make quick work of your bottoms, sending them to land next to the beauty products and stepping back to rid himself of his swim trunks, his cock confidently bouncing free from them. You eye him hungrily, the curves of his muscles leading down to his member are gorgeous and you selfishly feel like you don’t get to ogle him quite enough. Admiring the slight right curve to his cock, you realize maybe that’s why he hits your spot in the most incredible way. You believe there’s no one sculpted quite as beautiful as him. He spits into his hand before fisting his cock with long and slow strokes, eyes feasting on your heat determinedly.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he breaths, taking his fingers to spread your lips apart so he can gaze at the glistening folds and the eager hole awaiting him.

You whine out, fingers gripping on the edge of the dresser fiercely, knuckles turning white. He slowly drags his tip through your slit, coating it with your slick. His throbbing head circles your entrance and he goes to push it inside but pulls back instead, making you cry out in frustration. His lips spread into a mischievous grin and his teasing only makes you wetter, your thighs shaking in anticipation. He repeats the motion a few times and when you’re about ready to slap him, groaning angrily, he slams inside of you with a guttural grunt.

You yelp, feeling the mound of blonde curls tickling your bare skin as you’re completely filled to the brim with his thick cock. His tip presses against your cervix as he jerks his hips forward, as if trying to get deeper in there and you yelp again, squeezing your eyes shut at the stinging yet hot pain. You expect him to ease up but instead he grabs your hips and angles them up as he thrusts again.

“Billy!” you cry out, your right hand moving to his stomach to try and push him back.

“What?” he asks, feigning concern but it’s lost in the patronization, “Am I too big for you?”

God, he’s such a dick and fuck, it’s so hot.

You can’t respond, the steady rhythm of his hips sends moans tumbling from your lips instead. Your fingers graze down to your clit, aching for release but Billy slaps them away, giving you a disappointed look. He wants you to know he’s got complete and utter control of you and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Alternatively, you focus on the feeling of his dragging against your walls and how wonderful his breath smells as it hits your face, minty and something so particularly specific to him.

He grunts, grabbing onto the back of your knee and spreading your legs further. You’re able to ignore the dull ache of your muscles by occupying your mind with how his girth stretches you out delightfully. You grab onto his shoulder to steady you, feeling like you might turn to jello and fall to the floor beneath him.

He lowers his lips to your ear, “You take my cock so good, baby. Your pussy is so tight, feels so good.”

You have no clue how his voice can be so solid during this, though his words aren’t the most original. If you spoke, you know your voice would break. You moan softly in response, toes trying to grasp on the drawers of the dresser, working to keep your legs up. Billy brushes his cheek against yours, causing you to clench around him. His thrusts falter then, chuckling exasperatedly as he tries to correct his flow. You smile proudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and turning your face to kiss him.

He picks up his pace, drilling into you so hard the dresser slams into the wall over and over. You moan out incessantly, the tempo exactly where you want it to be as he hits your g-spot rhythmically. Your toes struggle to grip on the drawers and your knee buckles, your leg dropping but Billy catches it, lifting it so your thigh presses against his waist. Deciding to make this easier, you wrap your legs around him and lean back so your elbows rest on the top of the dresser and your shoulders are pressed against the wall.

Billy grins, looking down to see your tits bouncing with every thrust. As if he decides you’ve earned it, he licks the pad of his thumb and presses it against your clit, working it in quick circles.

“Fuck!” you moan out breathlessly, bringing your hand up to fondle your breast and stroking your nipple with a finger. The blonde watches you in fascination, his mouth agape and eyes glassy. Seeing him totally captivated by you rushes the intense pressure in the pit of your stomach to fruition, your orgasm exploding from you in an astronomical eruption.

“Ah, Billy, yes!” you cry out, eyes fluttering shut as you see waves and bursts of colors.

You clench around him tightly, your body jolting up and seizing.

Billy whimpers out your name, grabbing you and pulling your body against his. You feel as he empties into you, hot and thick. Your eyes cross at the added pleasure, clinging onto his back and squeezing your thighs around his waist. He pulls out, looking between your bodies and then pushes his cum back into you when it dares to leak out. You jerk at the sensation, moaning softly and Billy kisses your sweaty forehead, then the tip of your nose and finally, your lips. You hum, kissing him back gratefully.

He lifts you up and you hold on tightly as he walks you to the shower and you do it all over again.

-

You and Billy are lounging on the bed, watching Unsolved Mysteries with take-out containers scattered around. You loved moments like these, carefree and just living with each other. Doing something you’d do alone but with your favorite person. It’s easy and you think about what Billy said about Neil kicking him out. You think obviously you’ll find a place together and live in perfect harmony.

“Introducing Ultra Pampers new boxes in 48 and 32. The diaper with the ultra thin lock away core,” the commercial sounds out, “So dry you can pour on the wetness but you can’t squeeze it out. Ultra Pampers! Now in boxes of 48 and 32!”

You chew on the orange chicken, watching as the blue liquid is poured onto the diaper and then it hits you. You can see the image of your birth control container forgotten on your nightstand at home. Your stomach rises into your throat and you drop your fork. How the hell could you forget? You hadn’t missed a day since Junior year.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, trying to remember if your period was already late. When you do the math, you should’ve gotten it five days ago. You can’t even count the amount of times Billy’s cum inside you since the trip started.

“I know,” Billy groans, “Like it’s clearly not pee but do they really gotta ring out the diaper like that?”

You turn to him, a bewildered look on your face. You feel sick to your stomach, scared to even admit to him that you haven’t taken your birth control in two weeks. You just stand up and excuse yourself to the bathroom to splash water in your face. Your dad and Mary will kill you. And fuck, with the way Mary is, you’re sure she’s gone into your room and seen that you forgot the contraceptive. You will yourself not to cry. You don’t even know if you’ve got a reason to yet.

Opening the door, you lean against its frame, “Is there a pharmacy near by?”

You recall seeing one down the block but want to make sure,

Billy shovels noodles into his mouth and turns to you, talking with his mouthful, “Yeah, there’s an Osco.”

“Chew your food first,” you say, smiling at him. You were panicked but Billy was still adorable.

He covers his mouth as he laughs, then chews and swallows. “There’s an Osco a block down,” he says, “Lemme finish eating and I’ll take you.”

You shake your head, “No, I’ll walk. I think I need some fresh air.”

Billy tilts his head at you, “You sure? I don’t mind, babe. What do you need?”

You rush to think of an excuse, “Uh, girl stuff. I’ll walk. It’s okay, really.”

Your boyfriend settles back on the bed, shoving another forkful of chowmein into his mouth. You slip on your Reebok’s and grab your purse, walking back to Billy to give him a kiss on his stuffed cheek. He slaps your ass and mumbles a “Be safe” when you walk towards the door.

You light a cigarette once you get outside, heading in the direction you remembered seeing the pharmacy in. It’s a quick walk, lasting just as long as your Marlboro. It’s busy but the town is so foreign to you that you don’t feel embarrassed to pick up the test, looking over the box and reading over the script. You sigh, standing and when you turn, you’re face to face with Veronica. You’re not quick enough to hide the pregnancy test behind your back and she sees it, looking at you incredulously while you stare back at her wide eyed.

“Where’s Billy?” she asks, sickly sweet.

You roll your eyes, pushing past her as you’re not willing to give her the time of day. She reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“I asked you a question,” she states.

“In our room. What’s it to you?” you turn back to you.

She shrugs, “Wanted to see him. Clearly it’s not a good time,” she gestures to the test.

“Yeah, like it’s ever a good time for you to see him,” you snort and make your way to the counter.

She follows you, “Let me guess, not an excited or planned purchase?”

“What the fuck is your deal?” you turn to her, exasperated, “You don’t even know me and you and Billy haven’t seen each other in like ten months. Is he not supposed to move on with his life?”

“Like he could ever move on from me,” she laughs, “You have no idea.”

You raise the pregnancy test up to her face, “Clearly he’s moved on.”

Veronica smiles smugly, “What do you think he’s gonna do if you’re pregnant? Run. That’s the only thing he’s good at doing.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s not my problem you’re still in love with him. Now, back off.”

Turning your heels, you walk over to the line of fridges with drinks in them, grabbing a bottle of water and taking it to the counter. Veronica doesn’t let up, a step behind you, “You think you know him so well? That boy has dark secrets that would make you cringe at the thought of having his offspring.”

“You’re just mad he found someone who actually gives a shit about him,” you place the test and bottle on the counter. You know she’s a cruel, sad person because she’s pestering you when you’re clearly not having a great time. You decide if she wants to play mind games, you can too, “He wants me to have his baby, he tells me all the time.”

She just chuckles, “Yeah, he said shit like that to me too. Have fun being a single mother.”

And while the words sting, at least she walks away after them. You pay for your items and grab the bottle, downing the entire thing as quick as you can before asking the cashier, “Where’s the bathroom?”

-

Positive. You stare down at the vial with the blue liquid. You sit on the toilet and let the sob break out from your chest. You’d been sitting in here for twenty minutes, screaming impatiently when someone knocked on the door. This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid and you worry that deep down a part of you wanted this to happen, as some way to try to fix the mess you and Billy were before the trip. It wasn’t a conscious decision but you hadn’t ever been so careless with your birth control before.

“Fuck,” you cry, grabbing the vial and shoving it into your purse before standing to look at yourself in the mirror.

Another knock on the door and you close your eyes and sigh, moving towards it and opening it. You snake past the woman staring down at you with an angry look on her face before making your way down the feminine hygiene aisle. You weren’t ready to tell Billy, Veronica’s words hanging over you as you grab the Tampax box and walk back over the counter, knowing full well they’d have no use for nine months.

As you step outside, you light another cigarette and look out as the sun is beginning to set against the shore. You fully expect Billy to be watching it from the lawn chairs outside the room. You do know him well, seeing him from the short distance away as the motel makes its way in your view. You toss the cigarette in the street, shoes crumbling the gravel beneath you as you stalk across the parking lot. You put on a fake smile for Billy, not mentioning the run in with his ex or the positive pregnancy test hiding in your purse.

Once you’re locked away in the bathroom, you turn on the shower to mask your sobs as you sit on the floor and cry into the steamy room. You couldn’t tell him. Not now. Not during this trip, you can’t ruin it.

When you finally emerge, he’s still outside even though the sun has set and you turn all the lights off and crawl into bed, willing for this day to be over already.

-

You manage to hide your emotions through the next two days, but when Billy drags you to the bar he can tell something is up. You ask for a Coke, telling him you don’t feel like drinking.

He shrugs, “Suit yourself, weirdo.”

If he only knew, you think as you sip the coke while he downs his shot. The place is too loud and crowded, making you feel uncomfortably hot. It’s the last place you want to be at the moment. You feel sick to your stomach, shoving your purse in his hands and excusing yourself to the bathroom.

You puke your guts out but it’s not out of place, there’s a girl in the stall over doing the same thing.

Back at the bar, Billy digs through your purse for your box of smokes and pulls out the vial. He lifts it up to the light and looks at it curiously. Jennifer gasps when she sees it and Billy looks at her bewildered, “What?”

She shoots him a worried look, “You don’t know what that is?”

Billy shakes his head, tilting it and watching the blue liquid slide to the opposite side.

“Now her not wanting to drink makes a lot of sense,” Jennifer hints but the blonde is clueless, looking at her confused.

“Come on, Billy, you’re not that dense,” she replies.

“What is it?” he inquires, genuinely wondering.

She sighs, “It’s a pregnancy test.”

Billy snaps his head towards her, remembering a commercial he’d seen; When it’s positive, it turns blue!

“Oh, fuck,” he heaves, shoving it back in your purse like it’s diseased. “Oh, god,” he panics, “Whiskey. I need whiskey.”

Jennifer obliges and he takes it quickly, “More.”

She gives him a look and he pleads with his eyes, earning him another shot.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” he wonders, looking at Jennifer with fear in his eyes.

She gestures to him, “Well who wants a reaction like that?”

Then you’re walking up, and Billy straightens up when he sees how sick you look.

“Billy, can we go? I don’t feel well,” you plead, grabbing onto his arm.

“Yeah, babe…” he reaches for his wallet and Jennifer holds a hand up.

“No need. Get her home,” she says and Billy guides you to the car with his hand on your back.

You lock yourself in the bathroom once you’re back at the room and Billy digs through your purse and grabs the vial again and places it on the nightstand. When you open the door, you see it and him sitting on the bed with a look of worry. You feel your stomach churn again and you scramble back for solace in the porcelain bowl. Billy sits next to you, gathering your hair in one hand as he rubs your back with the other. He lets you get it out, helping you stand when you want to rinse your mouth out. He guides you to the bed and helps peel your clothes off, discarding them in a heap on the floor. He lays beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck. It’s so sweet, you feel bad for not telling him the second you suspect you might be pregnant.

“I’m sorry,” you sob out, “I don’t know how I could be so careless.”

Billy shushes you and rubs your belly, “Don’t apologize.”

You hiccup, “What are we gonna do?”

He sighs, kissing your jaw and squeezing you gently, “I don’t know… we’ll figure it out. We have some time.”

“Billy,” you whimper, turning into him and crying against his chest. He pulls you close and kisses your head, rubbing your back. “I’m so sorry… I don’t know how it happened but I just totally forgot my birth control at home and I,” you sob, “I… I didn’t even realize until we saw that stupid diaper commercial.”

He squeezes you tighter, “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you cry, “Mary’s gonna kill me… and your dad… what’s your dad gonna do?”

Billy hadn’t even thought about that, he feels panic rising in his chest and he blurts it out, “Well, are we keeping it?”

You pull back, looking up at him, “I don’t think we can afford to get a…” you can’t even say it, “I mean, this trip has kind of wiped me out financially.”

“Yeah, me too,” he grumbles and pushes your hair back. He wants to lighten the mood so bad, hates to see you crying in this context. “I bet you’re gonna look so cute with a big ol’ pregnant belly.”

His words make you giggle, blushing as you picture it and a part of you gets excited, thrilled that you have his baby inside of you right now.

“It’s also kind of… hot,” he admits, sheepishly, “Knowing my lil swimmers got in there and succeeded.”

“Billy,” you warn, cheeks flushed for a different reason.

He kisses your jaw up to your ear and whispers, “Can’t say I didn’t think about it when I saw my cum dripping out of you.”

The familiar heat creeps up your thighs and only Billy can arouse you with such filthy words.

“It sure was fun,” he muses, biting your earlobe and you moan softly, gripping on his shirt with your fingers.

“Fuck,” you whine when he smoothes his hand over your ass, pulling your core against his erection, straining in his jeans.

“Wasn’t it?” he quizzes before placing a wet kiss on your neck, squeezing your ass.

You’re surprised you didn’t think that he would take the opportunity to turn this into sex. But that’s part of why you’re so attracted to him, part of why you can’t get enough of him. You hook your leg over his hip and writhe against him, eyes fluttering shut at the friction against your clit.

“So fun,” you pant, turning to capture his lips in an open mouthed kiss. He eagerly licks into your mouth, rutting his hips against you. He is so intoxicating, the way he sounds, feels and is has your head swimming and heart pounding. You feel you absolutely cannot go back to a time without him. You won’t have it. This is how love is supposed to feel, pure and all consuming.

You fumble with his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down just enough to get his cock out, stroking him determinedly. He gifts you with a high pitched moan, a hair away from a whine. You breath against his mouth, your arousal engulfing you and controlling your actions. Everything feels so deliciously heavy. The air in the room stuffy in a pleasant away. He grabs a hold of his member and shoves your panties aside, entering you easily and it’s apparent you two have no control. You both need this closeness more than anything in the world.

“Fuck, Billy,” you pant out, “I love you!”

He laughs against your lips, you can feel the smoothness of his teeth on them but he recites angelically, “I love you, baby.”

He earns a moan from you, fingernails scratching down his back while he thrusts into your heat. If you could form thoughts at the moment, you’d be feeling silly for thinking he didn’t like romanticism in the bedroom. Perhaps the whole pregnancy thing awoken something in him but this whole thing is so beautiful. This is what you imagined when people said making love.

His hands scale all over your body, like he can’t touch enough of it at once. It makes you feel beautiful, surging more wetness from you. You decide then, that maybe you don’t praise Billy for his beauty enough and what better time than when he’s buried deep inside you.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you pant out, “the most beautiful man…” you gasp and plant your hand on his cheek, eyes scanning over his breathtaking face. You admire his thick eyelashes, his perfectly arched brows, the subtle, short hairs that make up his mustache, his plump and pink lips. He shoots you a smile, his tongue peeking through his teeth and you melt, that’s you’re favorite part of Billy. His absolutely stunning smile. The way it reaches his eyes, crinkling the skin there and swells his cheeks. “So pretty,” you say, dazed by him.

He burrows his face in your neck but you can still feel his smile. You giggle softly, “Come on… look at me.”

He brings his face back up to meet yours, you swear you see hearts in his eyes and you jerk your hips against his, grabbing his hand from your waist and linking your fingers. You want nothing more than to make this man feel on top of the world, give him absolutely everything you have and ask him what else he needs. The two of you gaze at each other, jaws dropped while harmonizing moans slip out.

Billy flips onto his back, pulling you on top of him but keeping your bodies flush. He has better leverage from this position, hands gripping your waist as he fucks up into you, dark eyes intense on your own. His hair falls back on the mattress and mimics a halo framing his head. He looks downright angelic which is exactly what you needed to edge you closer to your climax, using your knees to aid you in matching his thrusts. The sounds escaping Billy are captivating, spurring your motions languid, tiny moans and whines gracing your ears. You ride him, slowly, dragging so his tip nearly pops out before you slide back down, engulfing him in your clenching walls. Each time, you earn a soft sigh from him.

“I’m close,” he whimpers, eyes squeezing shuts.

“Cum for me, Billy,” you plead, quickening your pace.

“You first,” he chokes out, his neck straining as he tries to hold himself off.

It’s sweet, that he’s concerned and wants you to satiated. You giggle, straightening your body so you can rub your clit without restraint. “Look at me,” you order.

“I’ll definitely bust if I do,” he breathes.

“And I won’t until I see your eyes,” you gasp out, the passive compliment sending a jolt to your clit.

He reluctantly lifts his eyelids, gracing you with his icy blue eyes. You work quick circles on your clit, grasping onto your fleeting orgasm at the opportune moment and a shrill, cry of his name erupts from your chest. Your hips jerk relentlessly, riding out the earth shattering high.

Billy grunts, grabbing onto your hips as he thrusts up into you erratically, freezing when his culmination forefronts. You feel him fill you up, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You two lazily thrust through the waves of your orgasms, panting almost in sync.

[ignoremeimnothere]

Hiiii

Can you please write a pedro×reader?

They are fighting really hard on something and suddenly pedeo grabs and kisses her?

The Way He Loves

Hey Anon, thank you VERY much for the request. I tried and failed lolz. I am so sorry I gave you mere crumbs when you deserve the whole cake, this ended as a hot MESS. Completely not read through, probably containing horrible incorrect Spanish (feel free to correct me) and not at all what was intended but it IS sad girl hours. But for the sake of things let's add this to the ‘hopefully I’ll revisit this and improve it’ file. Requests will always be open! Operation keep writing until I become adequate resumes! (Also if you have noticed I'm reposting this a day later it's because I forgot to post it as an answer because I am a moron.

‘Well leave then’

Pedro rolls his eyes keeping his posture leant against the bedroom door frame. You were having one of your episodes where you tried to push him away because he was getting too close. See Pedro was from a family that learned how important it was to talk and be open. You were not. Bottling emotions and resisting vulnerability was how yours functioned. 

It had been a long process to get to this point with Pedro. He basically lived with you, you had admitted that you were both in a relationship and you had allowed him to meet one of your closest friends. Pedro wanted more and he worked hard for it. Normally he could judge it perfectly, getting you to reveal another piece to your puzzle. But sometimes he stood on the landmine and your fight or flight kicked him right in the teeth. 

He calls your name trying to snap you from your thoughts. 

‘No go on, I don’t want you here, can you please leave me alone, thanks.’

You walk to the doorway slinking past him while his hand reaches for your arm, you yank your arm away making your way to the front door. Pedro runs his hand through his hair, he knew you acted like this because your heart hung heavy with pain. In the pieces you were gradually giving him he could see how much you cared and how badly you loved him. It took him some getting used to realising you said ‘I love you’ by making him his morning coffee, by sending him random songs you thought he would like and by always saving him half of whatever treat you got. 

He follows you, keeping a close eye on your emotions, you were on the cusp of working yourself up too far. You turned to see if he had met you once you were at the door. Looking him in the eye would have caused the tears brimming to fly down your cheeks, so you avoided his body, looking instead for how much distance was between your legs. He was close by so you reached for the handle and held it open for him. 

He calls your name again. You point your finger to outside not realising you were beginning to tremble, struggling to contain the devastation leaking out. You cleared your throat getting ready to give him a final command but before you can open your mouth Pedro grabs your arm. Your bodies slam into each other from Pedro throwing himself to you and gripping you into his arms. 

The dam breaks and you let it go. This whole ordeal you had started purely to avoid this. You were supposed to crumble to pieces alone, not in the arms of someone who clung onto you so tightly, trying to keep you together, someone who loved you. 

‘I’ve got you,’ He whispered into your ears. His own beginning to fall on you. ‘I’ve got you bebita’. 

He feels you look up for him, creating space he reveals your face, grabbing it and crashing his lips into yours. Once, twice, repeatedly until his message is received. He brings you back down to earth, back into your safe home, in the arms of the person who you also find yourself able to be homesick for. Despite you hating yourself for behaving this way, Pedro continued to console you, reminding you that it was another step towards being where you deserved to and wanted to be. 

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You loved him so much, this man who was so used to love. Accustomed to telling his loved ones that he did love them accompanied with a tight hug had taken the time to adjust to you. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself and would have to squeeze you and tell you in the most obvious way he knew how. But slowly and surely he started speaking your language, he learned to tell you he loved you by holding your jaw when you kissed, by learning to cook your favourite food, by never complaining or rushing you when you allowed yourself to explore a shop that sold your favourite random things. Pedro also developed the habit of sneaking declarations of his love in between your conversations, sometimes completely out of the blue. 

He made sure not to reveal his tricks when your little spanish lessons commenced, confessing Te quiero con toda mi alma, Fuiste, eres y siempre serás, mi más bonita casualidad and ​​Mi corazón palpita como una patata frita. He relished in your inability to refute them. 

[milawritesstuff]

Omg bestie a part 2 to ur recent pablo imagine with smut would be AMAZING😍😍 love ur writing btw <3

You can read the first part here!

A/N: hope you like it ;)

Warnings: smut ⚠️

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You sat in Gavi’s car on your way back to his place. Full of anticipation. The night had already been incredible but the two of you couldn’t wait to get home. You had been dating a few months behind your brother’s back who happened to be very close to Gavi. But since he found out your relationship had gotten even better. You knew you were ready for the next step.

As you walked into Pablo’s home he began to show you around. He had been living at La Masia since he was 11 and finally after signing his last contract with Barça had moved out to his own place. He was proud of what he had accomplished but he was even happier to have a place of his own.

“Do you like living alone?” You asked as you continued to walk towards the living room. “I really do.” He said as he sat down next to you and leaned in for a kiss. “Because I get to do this.” He said pushing you down on the couch as he hovered over you. “How many girls have you brought over here Pablito?” You question him. He begins to laugh. “You’re the first.”

“I want to be the last.” You whispered as your lips crashed onto his. His hands up and down your body. It was almost as if your body was full of raised dot patterns and he was moving his fingertips all around to read the braille.

This wasn’t the first time for either of you two. Your first time had been with someone you trusted and thought you loved at the time but now a few years later realized truly didn’t matter. His first time was with someone he trusted as well but it was far too young as he saw it now. Nonetheless, this moment right now wasn’t stressful, neither of you were nervous. You were just eager to have each other

“Do you want to go to my room?” He asked as you pulled his shirt over his head. “Let’s try here, we can try in your room later.” He smirked. You stared at his bare chest admiring his chiseled abs. The small freckles scattered around. You looked up and your eyes met. He smiled. “Here, sit down.” You say catching him off guard. “Put your pants down.” You instruct him. He sits on the couch and you stare at him. His chest moving up and down with anticipation as his breathing heightens.

His dick is already hard and leaking precum. You lick your lips. “What?” He asks. “It’s as pretty as I thought it would be.” You respond with a chuckle. You lean forward and begin to leave small licks on his tip. He tastes so good. He filled your mouth up and you wanted nothing else than to keep him there as you continued to taste him. You look up and his head is thrown back and his eyes shut. He grabs your hair as you begin to take him in and out. “Y/N.” He manages to whimper. “If you want me to last please stop.” You take one last lick before letting him come out of your mouth.

He stands up in front of you and begins to take off your shirt and unclip your bra. You help him by unbuttoning your pants and he takes them off along with your underwear.

He sits back down on the couch and motions for you to sit on him. You hover over him on your knees while he places his dick at your entrance. “Ready?” You ask and he nods as you come down and he enters you. “You feel so good.” You say as you begin to slowly move above him. His lips meeting with yours as his hands caress your back. His moans are driving you wild. Seeing his beautiful face in so much distress and pleasure is doing it for you as much as his dick twitching inside of you is.

You cup his face in between your hands. “Pablo.” You moan as you feel his hips buck up and he touches you deeper than he had. You roll your hips onto him and you feel his cold hand spank you. You both laugh. Your lips on his neck while your brown hair falls on your bare shoulders.

His hands now knead your butt as yours grab onto the back of the couch as you try to push yourself up and down him as fast as possible. Your tits bounce up and down as well. You can feel the pressure building up in your stomach. His lips crash into yours and you moan into him. You can hear his breathing get loud, he’s panting. His hands ferociously on your ass. You’re dripping down to his balls and he can’t take it anymore. He bucks up a few more times causing you to explode. Your final moans do it for him.

[ace-of-gay]

Hi again, could you do a tony x little!reader one where reader slips to a year old or newborn headspace and isn’t really verbal. So tony has to do the best he can to take care of her.

Thanks

So tiny, so small

Tony stark x little reader

1,230 words

Edited to the best of my ability

I loved this prompt even though im not too happy with how this turned out my friend said it seems perfectly fine, im just overthinking it.

Warnings: age regression, regression age is about 1 year olds mindset, little names like bumblebee, little star, baby, cg name daddy

Pronouns: she/they

No weight mentioned (all little can be picked up, especially by avengers😤 you can fight me on this (joking on the fighting thing))

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it

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You had been beyond busy, and with busy comes stress, with stress comes self rejection of important things that exist in your schedule put there to help you including coping mechanisms *cough* age regression *cough*, tony did similar to himself but has always been so in tune with you and your headspace, it came second nature to him.

All of that being said he knew for you going three weeks without letting yourself slip was not good, infact it meant one of two things, one being if you dropped it’d be because of painful emotions pulling you apart piece by piece, or two, you’re going to drop extra little and you’re gonna need extra help that day.

He didn't see any problem in either of those because its natural, whatever happens, happens he loves taking care of you when you’re regressed, so much so that it calms him down almost immediately when you bring him a stuffy, he finds you cuddling under your blankie, coloring or when you are absolutely enamored with a movie while soothing on a paci plus so many other things you do.

Out of worry for the day you drop he had everything prepared and set up in a preparation bucket, with that being said when he had gotten up for the day and checked on you before meeting Bruce in the lab you lay there deep asleep, undisturbed cooing and trilling in your sleep he knew what was to come.

You had woken up with a bit of cold to your side you were confused, trying your best you basically shriek out a coo, little did you know Friday had gone through with a protocol you had no idea existed.

"Sir, operation bumble-baybee is active" hearing that chime brought him out of his head "thank you Friday he responds with a giant smile upon his face, Bruce smiling as well, he knew exactly what everything meant, "ill stop by later to visit y’all and see the tiny, you have a good day"

"You too, ill see ya" tony walks out of the lab and heads up to your shared room.

He walks in to see you in a happy little trance of the pretty colors and pretty music, shapes spinning, shifting, changing growing all with music that is infections, leaking into the mind and soothing itself a home in your sweet little head.

"Well good morning little star you’re just having a blast now aren’t you?" He sets his stuff down coming over to your side of the bed where you managed to roll over and turn around, onto your tummy while staying wrapped up in your blankie, you coo and babble in response trying to scoot closer.

He reaches out to take your hands in his, kissing both, before noticing the small fading tracks on your cheeks from scratching, in response to finding them he kisses them as well to make sure they didn't bother you no more and his love was going to make everything perfect.

Helping you up and out of bed holding your hands he heads you to the bathroom so he can get you all dressed and ready for whatever adventure you embark on today even if its just inside the tower, taking the preparation bucket and getting what he currently needs he helps get you changed into a onesie and a pair of cozy fluffy pants to keep you warm and keep a bit of padding under your knees when crawling or sitting.

And than with everything else he adds socks and matching mits to keep you from scratching.

"We hungry bumblebee?" He quizzes, you go to respond but you get interrupted by your tummy talking for you, the growl rumbling telling him you are infact definitely hungry.

Knowing you wouldn't really want a lot of solid food but instead mostly milk or juice.

Picking you up he takes you to the front room putting toys on the floor for you and going into the small kitchen that looks directly into the front room.

He warms up a bottle of milk in a warm bowl of water letting it warm up for fifteen minutes, plenty of time to make a quick and small breakfast he can share with you if you want.

Just a few minutes he walks back into the room to find you squeal at the blocks toppling onto the floor.

"Hey bumblebee, look what daddy’s got" he shakes the bright green bottle a little catching your attention causing you to abandon your blocks and crawl to him with urgency in your little movements, seating yourself perched on your knees in front of him, wrapping your mitten clad hand around the bottle and suckling away with an urgency of hunger only a warm yummy bottle of your favorite type of milk could fix.

He pulls the bottle away for a moment making you breathe so you don’t upset your tummy or choke, "you wanna try a bite of my breakfast? " he asks before giving you the rest of your bottle.

Babbling in response and opening your mouth for food, he gives you a small bite of his breakfast watching you chew and swallow once again making sure you don’t choke at all. "You want another bite bumblebee?" A happy wiggle and opening your mouth for him to feed you another bite than reaching for your bottle taking it in both mitted hands going back to work on your bottle so focused you don’t even realize that there’s no more milk and that you’re just suckling on air.

Pouting when he pulls it away and put it to the side, "its all gone, there’s no more bumble" he chuckles, "aah" you hit your hands against his knee, "no there’s no more, c’mere baby were all done for now" he helps you up into his lap, patting your back, you curl into his chest feeling his chest rise and fall soothing you calm, this is exactly what you needed but its what he needed as well.

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Forty five min and plenty of cuddles later you start to get antsy, twisting and scooting, he lets you down, taking the plate and bottle to the kitchen, "in that time the penthouse front room was filled with babbling and squealing and the occasional gurgle that sounded like dada.

He comes back in to find you sitting near the elevator patting the doors, "oh sneaky girl, sweet baby what're you doing?" Pouting and patting the doors again babbling about what? He not sure.

"You wanna go somewhere?", "Aaah" you shout hitting the door one more time.

"Ooooh do we want to visit everyone?" Bouncing on your knees and giving grabby hands squealing telling him yes.

"Alright bumblebee, c’mere lets go see the others"

He picks you up, deciding on giving you a piggyback ride instead of how he normally does, with piggyback rides being your favorite because you can see everything he sees and point to things easier.

Once down on the communal floor finding some of the other littles in the tower he lets you down to play with then, watch shows and visit the others around.

Having the absolute time of your day crawling around trilling, cooing, babbling giggling and tons of little talk all that stress of three weeks is finally released and just letting your mind free

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I also want to thank @my-river-lilly for helping me as well as an unmentioned friend who doesn't have tumblr

I hope this fulfills your request im sorry if its not up to your request

[hogtiedwhore2]

"We Have A Special Guest Tonight"

Part 1 of 2

(Credit to @lockemeup for part of this story!)

It was a boring day at home, the house was already clean, all my chores were done, I had nothing to do. That's when I got so excited to see that my boyfriend had texted me from work. I jumped at my phone and read his text message. "Put your sluttiest outfit on, slave. We have a guest tonight that you're going to want to impress. And lock your hands behind your back with cuffs 30 minutes before I get home, whore. I want you rubbing that clit all day too" Did I mention he was more then just my boyfriend? He owned me as his whore, and I loved it. So whenever I got instructions like this, I loved it. It gives me purpose on days like this. I sent him a reply back telling him to consider it done. I went to my closet and began to go through all my clothes. Looking for the sluttiest outfit I had. I wanted to make sure I impressed tonight. So after minutes of looking, I finally found what I thought would do the trick. I began to get all dressed up, followed by doing my hair and makeup.

I looked at myself in the mirror after getting myself all dolled up and I loved the way I look. After getting myself together, it was time to go to work. The rest of the day I spent edging myself, over and over, always stopping right at the edge. Never cuming. Hours of this, rubbing myself raw, feeling my brain leak out of my cunt. It got to the point I almost forgot to even check the time. I glanced over at the clock and realized it was 25 minutes before he was expected home. So I snapped myself out of my current edging session and ran to the bedroom. I grabbed the handcuffs and came to the living room. I reached behind my back and locked the cuffs around my wrists. The cold steel closing on each wrist, with the sound of the cuffs clicking. I was locked in, and I dropped to my knees staring at the door. There I waited for him to show up, thinking about what was in store for tonight. I was anxious to know, and who this mysterious guest was going to be. Would he get me all to himself? Or both of them together at the same time. My mind raced as I stared at the door.

After what felt like forever, the front door opens and he walks in. He looks at me licking his lips with a smile "Very good slut. Your pussy raw from touching yourself all day? I looked up at him with desperation, nodding my head "oh my god, so raw sir!" He stands there looking at me, before telling me to stand up and spread my legs so he can check. I struggle to do so, while in heels and cuffed, but I get to my feet. I take a few steps outward, spreading my legs as he walks around me. He grabs me from behind, one hand grabbing me by the throat, the other reaching up my skirt. His fingers sliding into my drenched cunt. He leans into my ear "You excited to meet our special visitor, whore?" I'm biting my lips, holding in a moan that is desperately trying to get out, feeling his fingers in me. I nod my head "Yes sir."

"Good, I've spent a lot of time and money setting this up for you. Any guesses who it might be?" He reaches into my corset, pulling my tit out, and gives it a twist. I let go of biting my lip to squeal and squirm in his arms feeling the sharp pain. His strong grasp on me keeps me in place "No sir." "Well lets get you ready then..." He leaves the room for a moment before coming back, with a few supplies. First, I feel a leather collar pulled around my neck, buckling it behind. The leather closing in tightly, but not tight, encasing my neck. A metal ring in front that he ties a length of rope to. I feel the rope pulled and he tells me to come over to the table and bend over. I do as he says with no resistance, being walked over to the table. Once there, I bend myself onto it, presenting my ass out. He ties the rope off to the table so I can't stand back up. "Loosen up, whore. Your holes are getting plugged." Not long after that I feel a plug being pushed into my cunt. There was no need for lube, it had no problem slipping into my soaking wet cunt. He then grabbed the other plug, wiping it around my cunt to lube it up, and pushes it into my ass. With each plug I squirmed against the rope leash, unable to keep myself quiet, grunting and moaning as they slipped in.

I don't get much time to adjust to the plugs, he grabs my legs and puts me up on the table, laying on my stomach. He folds my legs to my thighs, and I feel the coils of rope wrapping around them. In a matter of minutes, I am in a tight frogtie on top of the table. He grabs another length of rope, trying my collar off to the table again, this time I'm left barely able to even lift my head. I lay there, trying to squirm, trying to adjust myself, but the struggle is real here. "Alright cunt, he should be here any minute. I'm gonna have a drink." I lay there in silence, waiting. It's all I can do with these ropes holding me down. I hear him sipping on his drink. How long will I be like this?? About ten minutes later, there is a knock on the door.

[katberk]

With a reader who’s a siren

Poly Lost Boys x Siren reader

🌙 It’ll all start when Paul catches a scent of blood in the air. He gets the most distracted out of the group causing him to start bouncing and being annoying until David gives in and investigates

🌙 The smell leads the boys to the beach where they witness a surf-nazi getting pulled under and not come back up. The scent was from some blood leaking into the sand and clumping up, they assumed from cuts or scratches and then a pool of red coloring the water

🌙 When you surface from the water and pull the body towards your chest the boys just freeze and watch you devour the body whole. David would just hear Paul say “That’s fucking hot” under his breath

🌙 Marko would be the first to speak up and run over to you. “Hey! That was awesome!” He would praise you and ask so many questions until Dwayne pulls him back and gives you a smile “Marko, quite down, let’s not startle them away.”

🌙 You would introduce yourself knowing that they’re creatures of the night. They seemed friendly and Paul wouldn’t stop playing with your wet hair while you talk to David. He likes running his fingers through your hair and getting all the tangles out

🌙 All five of you would go hunting together at first. You would wait for them to kill their targets and then throw one of them in the water to you. The excitement and happy faces make them swoon (they wouldn’t tell you that though)

🌙 When you get more comfortable/gain feelings and vice versa they would ask if you’d like to live with them. They would set up a cute little spot near the water for you and to make sure you have enough space. You told them that you prefer being in the water then on land but join them in the cave sometimes

🌙 Once you get settled in and start a relationship with the four you should get ready for the cute and fluff rotting shit that they do with you

🌙 David would get you gifts from the boardwalk and meet you at the beach to gift them. He would like to just sit with you on the rocks while he strokes your tail and tells stories of his past, just a nice relaxing night for him

🌙 Dwayne would sit next to you on the rocks and read books while he let’s you lay your head on his shoulder. Sometimes he even lets you braid his hair and put shells and beads in it, he always complements your ability of style

🌙 Paul’s the one who would give you piggyback rides and carry you bridal style. He would bring you different candies and foods to try out and laugh at the faces you make when the flavors didn’t match. He would give you a lemon and tell you have everyone loves them

🌙 Marko would make you bracelets and find cool fabrics and patches to make a jacket for you. He’d put all the patches on the sleeves to match his craziness and decorate your tail. He would just put shells and different things on your tail to see how well they balance.

🌙 Sometimes when you’re around them they forget that you’re a literal sea monster that can fit a whole dead body into your mouth. Like long ass claws and blood lust in the eyes

🌙 Going back into things. You’ve seen Marko’s pigeon! That pigeon is your goddam best friend and you let them plop on your head and sleep there. I can say with a 100% guarantee that the four cruel monsters of the night that can kill you in seconds are jealous of a street bird

🌙 A lot of times the boys would come back to find different animals and sea creatures around you while you sing your little heart out. You got different fish, sharks, raccoons, possums, mice, birds, etc. Predator and prey goes out the window when the animals just want to hear your voice

🌙 One on one dates happen often with each boy visiting you while the others either hunt or find things to bring back for you. While you have your singular dates nothing can beat walking around the boardwalk/beach and just relaxing and hanging out with the loves of your life. It got lonely being in the ocean by yourself, having not one but four kind and attractive men be your company really brightened your mood

🌙 At the end of the day you always cuddle with the boys before bed happy that you met the four night crawlers and they definitely won’t forget the day they met the beautiful siren of the sea

[bound-vivisection]

Please share more thoughts about Steddie hand feeding. The first thing that came to mind was Steve on his knees being fed which is great, but now I can’t stop picturing Eddie on the couch reading completely ignoring Steve who’s been needy all day. He’d make Steve be quiet and sit still like a good boy except when Eddie snaps his fingers that means he has to give daddy a piece of his snack

((Dear God I am so sorry this was supposed to be nice and it ended up being mean because I am a mean person please forgive me adfjgfks))

Steve was pouting. His day had initially started off amazingly. Eddie waking him up with their head between his thighs, nursing his throbbing cock sweetly. He quickly found himself clutching their wild curls, a familiar burn setting in his stomach.

“Nngh- Daddy gonna cum- please?”

Instead of answering Eddie gave a soft hum of acknowledgment, his half lidded eyes meeting Steve’s. They slowly pulled away from his cock with a soft pop, licking a broad stripe over the twitching length. Pressing a cruelly sweet kiss at the base before pushing himself up and off the bed.

“Come on baby, time to get ready.” Eddie quickly began dressing himself. Picking up a previously worn pair of pants up off the floor and sniffing them before deeming them acceptable to be reworn.

“Hh- what?” Steve’s pleasure drunk brain raced to catch up, his poor cock jerking with realization that he would not be cumming anytime soon.

Admittedly he had been moody the rest of the day. Eddie had dragged him to do numerous chores around town as if he hadn’t been leaking in his pants. Anytime he had attempted to get their attention he had been brushed off. The few times he had gotten his Daddy’s attention long enough to play had ended much the same way. Eddie edging his desperate cock only to completely stop when he got close. Eddie had been especially cruel when he fingered his messy cunt in the family bathroom of the general store, cupping his free hand over Steve’s gapping mouth to keep him quiet.

Now here he was, sitting on his knees where Eddie placed him in front of the couch. Eddie laid across the couch, feet propped up on the opposite armrest. He had put on a random movie that Steve honestly couldn’t care less about, before burying himself in a book. They had at least been kind enough to make him a bag of popcorn before completely ignoring him.

Steve huffed quietly, frustrated tears welling in his eyes as he bitterly popped one of the kernels in his mouth. He had managed to distract himself enough between the popcorn and the movie that he almost didn’t hear the sharp snap.

His head turned to look at Eddie’s expectant gaze.

“What?” Steve questioned with genuine confusion.

“Popcorn, Stevie. Feed me some.”

Steve couldn’t help but snort in disbelief. “Must suck to want something huh?”

He had said the words before thinking, when he processed what he had actually said he felt cold fear crawl it’s way into his chest. Judging by the knowing smirk on Eddie’s face, for good reason.

Eddie’s usual warm brown eyes had darkened, his expression unbothered as he through his legs over the side of the couch to sit up properly in front of Steve.

“Sorry, what was that sweetie?” Eddie tilted his head as he asked.

Swallowing around a dry mouth, Steve contemplated his next words. “I’ve been trying to get your attention all day Daddy.”

Eddie clicked his tongue thoughtfully at Steve’s answer. Shaking his head with a little chuckle as he braced his hands on his knees, pushing himself to stand dramatically as he always does. Stepping closer to Steve until his scuffed shoes where aligned with their tender aching knees.

Reaching down to grip Steve by the chin, not so kindly yanking his gaze up to meet his.

“Well you got my attention now, brat. Make it worth my while.”