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What I write and who I write for
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Gotham
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The Walking Dead
The Witcher
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Barry
Stranger Things
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The Hobbit
NCIS
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Gotham characters I write for
Oswald Cobblepot
Jerome Valeska
Jeremiah Valeska
Jim Gordon
Harvey Bullock
Ed Nygma
Alfred Pennyworth
Mr. Freeze
Victor Zsasz
Butch Gilzean
Star Wars characters I write for
Darth Maul
Kylo Ren
Darth Vader
Han Solo
Poe Dameron
Lando Calrissian
Finn
Boba Fett
Jango Fett
Din Djarin
Paz Vizsla
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Ashur
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Crixus
Agron
Spartacus
Glaber
Caesar
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Richard Harrow
Eli Thompson
Frank Capone
Ralph Capone
Nelson Van Alden
Arnold Rothstein
Meyer
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Gyp Rosetti
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Scott Lang
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Zemo
Loki
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Bucky Barnes ❤️
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Peter Quill
Drax
Yondu Udonta
Ronan
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Groot (platonic)
DC characters I write for
Superman
Batman
Bane
Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)
Captain Boomerang
Chato Santana
Rick Flag
Oliver Queen
Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)
X-Men characters I write for
Victor Creed
Wolverine
Colossus
Deadpool
Cable
TWD characters I write for
Aaron
Father Gabriel
Rick Grimes
Negan Smith
Shane Walsh
Daryl Dixon
Merle Dixon
Eugene Porter
Abraham Ford
Paul "Jesus" Rovia
The Witcher characters I write for
Geralt
Jaskier
Filavandrel
Mousesack
Eskel
Salem characters I write for
John Alden
Cotton Mather
Beelzebub/ The Sentinel
Samael
Sebastian Marburg
Star trek characters I write for
Captain Kirk
Spock
Dr. McCoy
Quark
General Martok
Weyoun
Damar
Dukat
Garak
Julian Bashir
Shran
Captain Archer
Malcolm Reed
Trip Tucker
Phlox
Harry Potter characters I write for
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Neville Longbottom
Lucius Malfoy
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
Severus Snape
Fantastic Beasts characters I write for
Newt Scamander
Percival Graves
Albus Dumbledore
Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)
Jacob Kowalski
IT characters I write for
Richie Tosier
Ben Hanscom
Bill Denbrough
Eddie Kaspbrak
Henry Bowers
Pennywise/ Bob Gray
Barry characters I write for
Barry Berkman
Noho Hank
Monroe Fuches (As father figure)
Stranger Things characters I write for
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)
Eddie Munson
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Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"
Captain Barbossa
William Turner
Bootstrap Bill
Davy Jones
James Norrington
Cutler Beckett
Salazar
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Boromir
Faramir
Samwise Gamgee
Mary
Pippin
Aragorn
Haldir
Legolas
Elrond
Èomer
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Fili
Kili
Bard
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Thranduil
Legolas
Azog
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Joshany Gibbs
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Smashing
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Smut/NSFW
fluff
Male character x Fem reader
Traumatized reader dynamic
Mentions of abuse
Mentions of Death
Mentions of Blood
Slight torture
Knife play
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Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)
Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)
Incest
Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)
Pegging
Gore
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Let Me Show You (How Much I Love You)//Barry Berkman Smut
A/N: This was my first time ever writing smut so please be gentle. This is a very soft smut so if you’re looking for kink this is probably not for you.
I’m so sorry Bill.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, top reader
Prompt: After another hit, Barry finds himself questioning if he’s really a bad person. You decide to prove to him how wonderful you really think he is.
You had been having a good day. You didn’t want to jinx it but you were almost positive you had nailed that audition today for a short part on a soap opera, you’d stopped and treated yourself to your favorite coffee to celebrate, and Barry was supposed to get off work early today so the two of you could spend the rest of the day together. You couldn’t wait.
You were grinning and humming to yourself when you turned your key in the lock to your apartment and stepped inside. Your smile dropped though when you stepped into the living room and saw Barry sitting on the couch, head buried in his hands and sniffling. Your heart jumped into your throat, immediately worrying that something terrible had happened.
“Barry?” You breathed, dropping your purse into a nearby chair and rushing over to the tall man, hunched over on your shared couch, and dropped to your knees in front of him. “Barry, what’s wrong?”
He looked up at you and shook his head, running his hands through his hair and tugging harshly at the roots. His lips were pursed and without his hands in the way you could clearly see how red and glassy his beautiful green eyes were.
“Did something happen? Are you hurt?” You rushed out anxiously. Your hands squeezing his knees where your hands rested to keep your balance. At your last question he laughs a humorless, wet laugh and his bottom lip trembles again.
“Oh Barry.”
Your chest squeezed painfully at the sight of him so upset. Slowly you crawled up onto the couch beside him and gently untangled his hands from his hair and brought them up to your lips, kissing the rough skin gently. He looked at you and smiled weakly.
“What happened?” You ask gently after a while. Barry closed his eyes, the tears weren’t coming as harshly now, coming in slow, stray drops now instead of in a steady stream.
“Do you think I’m a bad person?”
You froze, sitting up straighter and looking at him curiously. He slowly withdrew his hands from yours and brushed away his tears, gazing at you pleadingly. You knew your answer immediately but were careful with your words.
“Barry, I can honestly tell you that in the time I’ve gotten to know you, you have proven yourself to be one of the best people I know. You’re caring and passionate and you are probably the strongest person I’ve ever met! You’re fucking amazing, Barry!”
You tilted your head to make sure you were looking in his eyes when you spoke so he’d understand how sincere your words were. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes when he looked back at you.
“You really think so?”
“Yeah, yeah of course I do!” You stopped and drug your bottom lip through your teeth, still carefully considering how to articulate to this wonderful man in front of you just how you felt about him. “Barry, you-, you’re human. Sometimes that means making mistakes and doing things you regret but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”
You assured, referring to his time in the marines but not knowing how close to home your words struck for Barry. He sniffled and nodded at you. You could tell he still didn’t quite believe you.
“Hey,” You pleaded, reaching up and cupping his face in your hands. “I mean it okay? You’re wonderful.”
His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his hand coming up to cover yours. He stroked thumb in small circles over your skin. He smiled at you gently and you felt a familiar flutter in your chest you often felt around Barry coupled with a deep yearning to push the sadness from his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself but to lean forward and press your lips to his. He stilled in surprise but quickly kissed you back, his thumb continuing to rub soothing circles on your hand until you deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth.
He moaned against your lips. His hands traveled down your arms to your waist, pulling you in closer until you were pressed together. When air became a necessity you pulled away, still staying flushed against Barry, both of you gasping for breath.
“Are you sure-?” Barry asked before you cut him off with a quick peck on the lips and a nod.
“Let me show you how wonderful you are.”
You had never seen Barry blush before but it was a sight you would never forget.
His cheeks were tinged pink but he grinned shyly at you, “I love you.” He spoke bringing that fluttering feeling in your chest back.
You lifted up on your knees on the couch to get a better angle and kissed him again, shivering when he worked his hands under your shirt and glided them gently up your ribs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path. You grabbed onto Barry’s shoulders and threw your other leg over his side, straddling his lap. You shuddered when his hands cupped your breast under your shirt and shook your head, trying to keep your composure. You wanted to make this about him today.
You weren’t sure what had happened to him but he needed whatever affection you could offer him. You wanted him to know you were here for him, that you loved him no matter what.
Barry’s hands squeezed your chest when you began to kiss from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, and across his jaw. Gently nipping his skin as you kissed and sucked across his jaw to his ear, you felt something stir inside of you at the breathy moan his released.
“Arms up.” You whispered in his ear.
He did as he was told, pulling his hands out from under your shirt and lifting his arms for you to drag his shirt up and over his head, tossing it into the floor. You didn’t give him a chance to recover before you placed your mouth back on his neck and wound your fingers in his hair to tilt his head to the side enough to give you better access; careful to keep your touches gentle. He groaned deeply from the back of his throat making your heart race.
This was so far out of the realm of anything you had ever done before, but you tried to keep your nerves in check and focus on Barry. You continued to press open mouth kisses up the side of his throat, savoring the feel of his warm skin under your lips and the closeness of him against you.
The pads of your fingers massaged his scalp gently in slow circular motions. Barry bucked his hips up against you suddenly, taking you by surprise and eliciting a breathy moan from you at the friction. Your fingers tighten in his short, dark locks and he bucks against your core again with slightly more precision this time making you cry out again and close your eyes. You grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand to steady yourself while your other hand left his hair and settled against the base of his neck, resting at the curve of where his shoulder met his neck.
“Y/N, please-“ He gasped, “Stop teasing me, sweetheart.” Barry asked, the husky, thickness to his voice and his soft pleading making you smile, knowing the affect you were having on him.
You felt your confidence grow slightly with the knowledge that Barry was enjoying this. You smiled and leaned back to look at him. His hair was messy from your tugging, his neck was red and patchy where you had worked your way up his throat, and his pupils were blown wide. You smiled gently, leaning forward and kissing him softly and slowly. He slipped his tongue into your mouth making you groan.
His hands that had rested on your waist, moved up your sides then down to the hem of your shirt. You pulled back, panting slightly and shook your head. You lifted your hand and brushed your fingertips over his cheek bone in a feather light touch, memorizing the way his eye’s fluttered shut at your gentle touch and smiled when they opened back up.
“I love you so much.” You whispered, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips again. “So much.”
Pulling back, you lifted your arms and let him pull your shirt off over your head. He tossed your shirt carelessly into the floor, your eyes following its path. You took a deep breath, feeling a bit more vulnerable now without anything to cover you but when you met Barry’s gaze you were surprised by the awe that you saw there. His eyes were glued to you, all traces of green gone except for the thinnest of rims around the edges of his wide pupils. You shrugged sheepishly. He tilted his head up and kissed you again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He mumbled against your lips.
You almost laughed but instead kissed him back, running your hands up his chest and cupping his jaw in your hands.
“Hey, let me take care of you okay?” you asked gently.
He stared at you for a moment, he wasn’t used to anyone ever wanting to take care of him. You smiled at him warmly, like he was the best thing you’d ever seen and coupled with the softness of your touch and the soft warmth that your lips left over his body was overwhelming. He could do nothing but nod at you and watched your every move carefully as you slipped out of his lap and onto your knees in front of him. His breath hitched. You tried to keep your fingers from trembling as you unbuckled his belt. You had to move slowly to keep from fumbling but with the sound of clinking metal undid the belt and pulled it from his waist, Barry leaning forward slightly to help you.
You smiled up at him trying to keep your nerves at bay as he helped you work his jeans down his legs and off into the floor. Your breath caught at the sight of the tent in his boxers staring back at you. Your stomach tightened with anxiety and excitement knowing what was about to happen.
You hooked your fingers under the waist band of his underwear, feeling the soft material under your fingertips and taking a deep breath. Barry opened his mouth but all coherent thoughts cleared from his head when you pulled down his boxers in one fluid motion and the cold air of the apartment hit him.
You swallowed your nerves harshly and looked up at Barry who was watching your every move with careful concentration. You ran your hands up his thighs and then raked your fingernails back down them in a feather light gesture. You smiled at the way his breath hitched and he gasped needily when you moved your hand back up his thigh and over, stroking him slowly.
“Y/N…” He moaned out in a gravely voice.
You stroked him slowly and gently, keeping your touch lighter than he needed earning a gasp and a moan from him each time. Suddenly you pulled your hand back and stood up. Barry whimpered at the loss of contact until he saw you were working your way out of your pants and underwear. He leaned forward and roughly helped you to yank them down before settling his large hands under your knees and yanking you forward, back into his lap.
“Wow!” You laughed when you landed back on top of him, grabbing onto his shoulders again to keep from toppling.
Barry kissed you again though, much more roughly this time. You moaned against him and ground yourself down on him. You could feel him pressed against you and couldn’t wait anymore. You pulled back from the kiss, stroking Barry’s face gently and kissing the tip of his nose. His hands were trembling against your thighs. Biting your bottom lip between your teeth harshly to keep quiet you rocked your hips forward and back slowly, dragging your slit over him.
“Baby-“Barry groaned cut off by you pressing your lips against his and reaching between you to line yourselves up and sunk down onto him.
You gasped against his lips, pulling back and leaning your forehead against his for a moment as you adjusted to this new feeling of being fitted so closely together. You closed your eyes tight breathing deeply but they fluttered open when Barry kissed over your cheekbone without separating your foreheads, keeping you in the moment with him.
“Are you okay? Is this-,” He cleared his throat sounding slightly pained, his grip on your waist tightening, “Is this okay?”
You could only nod, kissing him again a little messier this time.
“This is very okay.” You joked weakly, shuttering and smiling at him.
“I love you.” He whispered to you adding to the growing feeling of warmth in your body.
You settled your hands on his shoulders for leverage and began to slowly and steadily rock up and down in his lap. Barry moaned harshly, tossing his head forward and settling it into the crook of your neck as you moved. His breath was hot against your skin, intensifying the closeness you felt to him in that moment if that was even possible. His hands slid up from your waist around your back where his arms locked you between them. You could feel them tightening when your fingernails dug into his shoulders as you began to bounce faster.
Remembering something you’d read once; you rolled your hips in a circle earning a moan from Barry that was more like a sob against your shoulder.
“Fuck!” He groaned making you smirk gently.
You ran your hands down his shoulders, smoothing gently over the small, crescent moon shaped ridges your nails had left and repeated the action again. But you were caught off guard when Barry suddenly snapped his hips up and into you.
“Oh!” You gasped, at the sudden movement. Barry quickly thrust back up into you, creating an uneven but needy pace. “God, Barry.”
You moaned at his movements, grasping onto his forearms for support from falling against him as you were jostled by his thrust. His lips worked purposely at the base of your neck, working a bruise there. You gasped as you felt a warm coil in the bottom of your stomach, growing tighter but still not quite enough.
“Barry,” Your voice shook, breathlessly. Barry pulled back from your neck and looked you in the eyes. You felt the clenching in your stomach intensify. “I-, I just need, need a little more. Just a little more.” You choked out brokenly, but Barry knew what you were asking.
He slipped one hand from your back and down between you, rubbing his thumb with a gentle but firm pressure, giving you what needed. It was only a few short seconds before you felt the coil in your stomach unravel and the warmth of your orgasm washing over you leaving you breathless. You fell forward against Barry for support, panting for breath. Barry’s thrust became sloppier and needier beneath you as he got closer to his own release. You pressed a kiss against the red marks you’d left on his shoulders and heard him moan in your ear.
“Y/N, I’m-,” he groaned, “I’m almost-,” He bucked roughly against you with another rough moan.
You wound your fingers into his hair and shushed him reassuringly, “Just let go sweetheart. Let go.”
With one last push Barry came hard with a cry, his body tensing and then going slack beneath you. He was panting for breath, coming down from his high when you tilted your head up to face him. He seemed completely relaxed, his eyes half closed, the worry lines in his forehead smoothed out, and lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, pulling up in the corners when he looked down and saw you smiling at him. Your heart already racing felt practically bursting at the overwhelming intimate closeness and love you felt in that moment.
You rested your forehead against his shoulder, catching your breath. Barry let his head lull to the side and rest in your hair, placing a chaste kiss there, stroking his hand up and down your back lazily. You stayed like that in a comfortable silence, not sure nor caring how much time had passed. Neither of you were in any hurry to separate from each other.
Eventually you could feel him start to go soft inside of you and had to move before you both became too uncomfortable in the same position. Barry held your hands and helped you to climb off of him onto shaky legs. Everything felt shaky and light now, warm pin pricks from your nerves traveling all over your body.
Reaching around in the floor, you grasped Barry’s shirt and pulled it on. You brushed your hair back out of your eyes and felt Barry’s arms wrap around your waist and tug you back down onto the couch.
He had laid down on his back, a throw pillow under his neck and pulled you to lay across his chest. His arms wrapped firmly around your back, he held you close. His eyelids dropped in the tell-tale sign that he was fighting off sleep. You couldn’t believe how adorable he looked in these rare, vulnerable moments. Blindly, you grabbed the blanket you keep folded over the back of the couch and haphazardly covered you both with it.
You pressed a soft, open mouthed kiss over his chest then laid your head down over the same spot. You could hear his heart beating in his chest and under your fingertips.
“I love you, Barry Berkman.” You whispered against his skin and heard the way his heart beat quickened.
You missed the tears welling in the corner of his eyes, stinging as he blinked them away but felt the kiss he pressed in your hair as he tangled his fingers there and massaged your scalp gently. He still wasn’t sure that he deserved you or any of this really. But what he did know was that you loved him and that,
“I love you too.”
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New beginning // Barry Berkman x reader
Pairing: Barry Berkman x reader
Word count: 1631
Warnings: Smut, lenguage, oral sex.
Summary: After discovering Barry’s secret, you needed some time to process everything and clear your thoughts. Now, you’re ready to let him back again.
It had been a rough couple of months. Ever since you found out about what Barry really did for a living, you had been anxious all the time. You felt like you didn’t know him at all, like the person you thought you loved was a complete stranger. And in a certain way, he was. There was a whole part of his life that you didn’t know about before. It was a dark, horrendous part of his life, but it was also the part that made him the most ashamed. He didn’t want to be that person, and he wanted to prove himself to you.
At first you weren’t so sure. You needed time to clear your mind and you decided that the best for the two of you was to stay away from each other for some time. Barry wasn’t very excited about that idea, but he respected your decision and didn’t try to reach you until you called him a week later.
When you phoned him, you weren’t really sure about what to say. And when he picked up, you stayed silent for a few seconds after hearing his voice. Finally, you took the courage to tell him that you missed him, and that you wanted to be with him, even after knowing his past.
It wasn’t easy, mainly at the beginning. Sometimes you couldn’t even look at him without thinking of all the horrible things he had done, but there was more to him than that, and deep down you were sure of it. But as the time went by, you learned to live with it. He wasn’t just a murderer, he was someone you deeply cared about and you couldn’t erase that even if you tried to.
Finally knowing the truth about him actually helped with your relationship in the long run. You could notice how Barry was much calmer and approachable now that you knew the truth and had chosen to stay with him anyway. He didn’t need to hide himself from you, and that made him feel that he, for the first time in his life since he was in the marine, belonged. He would be comfortable enough to tell you about some of the stuff he had to do and how he felt about it, seeing that you were able to listen to him and not judge him. Barry felt happy that he could finally be completely sincere to someone.
Tonight Barry was coming over to your place to have dinner and stay the night, and you were as nervous as if it was the first time. In a certain way, it was the first time. At least the first time since you found out the truth. You were also excited, you had truly missed having him around your apartment for the last months, but that time you had been apart had been for the better. This was a new beginning for the two of you.
It was still early when Barry knocked on your door, and when you let him in your apartment you could notice that he was just as nervous about this as you were. He knew your place like his own, but all of a sudden, he seemed extremely shy. He would follow you around, like it was the first time he was there and he was afraid of getting lost – although the place wasn’t that big. You guided him into the kitchen and, seeing that the food was almost ready, you started to set the table with Barry’s help.
You two ate as you talked about how your day had went. He enjoyed to simply listen what had happened at the store where you worked or hearing you talk about anything that had made you smile during the day, and you liked hearing him talk about what he had done in the acting class or the scene that he was preparing. Soon, you had finished dinner.
“Do you want to sit on the couch and watch some TV?” You offered him after cleaning everything.
Barry simply nodded and you two headed to your living room, where you sat next to him. You looked at the screen of your TV, not paying actual attention to it. Suddenly, you felt like a teenager on their first date. You wanted to kiss Barry so bad, but you didn’t know how to do it. You hadn’t been physical since you found out and you were afraid that things had changed between the two of you in that time. You were afraid to take the first step.
Luckily for you, you didn’t had to. Barry put his arm around your shoulders, embracing you, so you embraced him back and rested your head on his shoulder. He smiled and kissed your forehead lovingly, so you decided to seize the moment, look up at him and put your lips on his. Barry was surprised at first, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, placing a hand on your cheek.
It had been some time since the last time you had kissed, and that caused the tension to grow real quick. You wanted nothing but to feel his skin against yours as your hands traveled to the end of his shirt, trying to take it off. Barry pulled away and looked you in the eye, a bit confused.
“Do you really want to…?” He didn’t quite know how to end that sentence. “I mean, are you sure?”
“Yes.” You smiled at him sweetly. “Are you?”
He nodded and kissed you once more, letting you remove his shirt as he embraced your body against his. You started to kiss his naked torso, kissing every scar that you found on his skin as Barry looked at you. Now you knew the story behind every one of them, and you wanted to be with him despite everything. It made him feel the happiest man on the planet.
You placed yourself in front of his crotch, looked up at him as you undid the zipper of his pants and placed your hand on his length, caressing it over his underwear. You could hear his breathing getting heavier as you removed his boxers and licked the top of his cock, finally making him moan. His hand pulled your hair back as you introduced him on your mouth. You started to move carefully, playing with your tongue around him.
“Fuck.” Barry moaned as he looked at you.
His hands moved over your body, touching every inch of your skin as he started to remove your clothes. You looked up at him and decided to sit on top of him, kissing him passionately. He pulled you even closer to him as he started to kiss your neck and then your breasts, sucking on your nipples and sending shivers down your body. His fingers traced their way through your skin until they reached your core and started to trace small circle motions over your panties, making you moan slightly.
You started to move your hips carefully against him, trying to create more friction between the two of you. Barry mimicked your movements as he started to kiss your neck again. His cock was so hard at this point that it practically ache, but he was decided to let you take the lead this time, not wanting to rush things or screw everything up.
“I don’t like the couch.” You managed to say in between moans. “Let’s go to bed.”
Barry grabbed you in between his arms and carried you to your bedroom as you kissed him eagerly. He placed you on the bed as he started to kiss your skin until he reached the spot between your thighs, kissing you carefully over your underwear. You closed your eyes, feeling your arousal grow bigger as he finally removed your panties and introduced two fingers inside of you. Feeling the way his fingers moved inside your walls, you couldn’t help but moan uncontrollably, your body shivering under his touch. You could feel the way you were getting closer and closer to climax.
“Barry…” You moaned his name, trying not to orgasm yet. “Just fuck me already.”
Hearing your words and wanting nothing but to please you, he reached for the drawer of your nightstand and grabbed himself a condom. After putting it on, he got into you carefully, trying not to be too rough. He kissed you gently as he started to move his hips, thrusting into you. You could feel the way his length hit all the right spots as you tried your best to keep quiet and not alert the neighbors. In that moment, you rolled over and placed yourself on top of him, riding him hard as he placed his hands on your hips, fucking you deeper.
You couldn’t help but to feel yourself at the verge of your orgasm again, as you kept moving your hips faster against him. You couldn’t even warn him that you were cumming, before you could notice it, the familiar shiver was taking over every inch of your body as you closed your eyes and moaned one last time, releasing all the tension inside of your body. It didn’t take much for Barry to reach his orgasm too.
You laid beside him as you tried to catch your breath and get back to the real world, feeling as tired as if you had run a marathon. Barry put his arms around you, embracing you lovingly and placing a kiss on your cheek.
“I love you.” Those were the only words that he was able to mumble. You couldn’t help a smile forming in your face as you kissed him on the lips once more.
“I love you too.” You stated and closed your eyes, ready to sleep.
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Alive.
PART EIGHT.
The wee hours of the morning came like a blanket of warmth through Lisa’s apartment. The soft hum of cars outside, the never moving, bulking presence of Barry’s body wrapped around hers and the silence that only a morning can bring. She slowly and carefully turned herself around, trying her best not to wake him. She almost kicked herself under the sheets for the nauseating smile it pulled out of her. There was a still expression of peaceful bliss etched across his sleeping face. His lips were still a little red and bruised from the night before and his five o’ clock shadow framed that sharp face perfectly. She sighed, letting her smile gently fade as she delicately brushed her fingers over his temple. Just then, his eyes popped open and he was met with her gazing at him.
“Hi...” Barry’s voice was gruff yet pleasant. He rubbed his palms over his eyes. “Were you just...?”
“For like a sixty-fourth of a second, calm down.” Lisa shot back smugly. “Do you always suck your thumb?”
Barry brushed off the comment with a laugh, tracing little circles on her shoulder.
“That was...” Barry’s face scrunched slightly and his eyes shifted around the room, desperately searching for the right words. “different... for me.”
“You seemed like a pro to me, pal.” Lisa took his free hand that was nestled under her head and planted soft kisses on his fingertips. “Did you like it?” She looked up through her lashes, trying to pin point his expression.
“Uh, yeah...” He said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. He moved his hand up to her lips when he noticed how red and bruised they were. He let his gaze fall down to her neck, collar bones and shoulders. He let out a tiny gasp. “Did... did I do that?” His fingers traced across the numerous bruises, bite marks and scratches that lingered there.
“These?” She gestured. “Yeah... yeah, you did.” She looked down to her hacked up chest and chewed her lip, smirking to herself at the memory. She looked up and noticed very quickly the look of dread washing over Barry’s face. “Oh no, no, no!” She almost fell over her words as she placed her palm on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. “You didn’t hurt me, Barry, I’m fine. I liked it.” She nodded, hoping to God that he couldn’t see the blush that she could feel now burning her cheeks. “Like.. really, really liked it. Sex hasn’t been anything more than protected work to me for the longest time and...” Her eyes focused on the broken lamp that was now on her bedroom floor. A casualty of the events. She laughed quietly as she looked back to him, her hands combing through his hair. “That was the first time I actually like... let loose and enjoyed myself.” She prodded his nose, hoping the playful charm might calm him down.
“Good.” Barry offered a glowing smile before kissing her softly. The tenderness of his lips and the way his hand was tickling over her back made Lisa want to grip onto his shoulders and go for round two of last night. His mouth opened slowly and the whole tease of the kiss being almost too soft had her melting and sighing sweetly into his body. She was like putty in his hands, his for the taking, and he had no idea.
“I’m gonna take a shower, feel free to hop in after.” Lisa pulled herself away from his arms and looked down to pick up any item of clothing that would cover her. She eyed the black rumpled dress on the floor. “Well, that’s ruined.” She snorted, looking back at Barry who was not-so-discreetly gawking at her body.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Barry yawned, rubbing his hands together awkwardly.
*****
The sweet relief of the hot water over her back pulled Lisa back to Earth. She pressed her back against the shower and let the water spray onto her face, melting off the remnants of makeup that was left. Taking her hands through her hair, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to last night. Barry’s skin on hers, their bodies locked together, his lips on her throat and his cock pounding mercilessly inside her. Over. And over. And over. Lisa popped her eyes open and shook the water from her face, turning herself around and leaning her hands against the tiles and letting the water fall down the back of her neck.
“Fuck...” She whispered. She took a few deep breaths and tried to control herself.
*****
Barry had eventually pulled himself out of Lisa’s bed and put on his boxers and jeans, not before examining his body in the mirror. Even he, big strong Barry, had taken some damage from last night. His lips were bruised, his torso and shoulders were freckled by little nip marks and scratches. He turned around to examine his rather tender back and-
“Shit!” He whispered, eyes like two pinballs, eyebrows nearly hitting his hairline. Down his shoulder blades and back were 8 giant red stripes. He looked at them long and hard before allowing a chuckle to escape him. He roamed the house, having a little nose around before fetching a much needed glass of water and peaking into her fridge whilst she was in the shower.
Pineapple juice. Lots and lots and lots of pineapple juice.
Barry raised a brow and chewed inside his cheek before shrugging and closing it. He admired her home. It was small, slightly cluttered but lived in. Full of books, records and little deer ornaments. His gaze flicked higher to see yet more deer ornaments. He smiled to himself as he began to see her tough exterior, chipping away gently at it with every little deer he saw. He paused for a moment, his eyes catching a thick, pale yellow book on her shelf. Enjoying the quiet peak into her life, he picked it up and examined it:
The Complete Works of Shakespeare
Barry grinned, recollecting a rather snide remark she had made last night. “You little son of a-”
“Barry?” Came Lisa’s muffled voice from the bathroom.
“Y-yeah?” Barry hurriedly placed the book back.
“There’s some towels in my closet, be a diamond and get em’ for me?”
“Sure.”
Barry was sure to knock before entering the bathroom, the redundancy of it tickling his mind.
“Yeah?” Lisa asked a little surprised.
“Towels”
“Well bring them in ya dope.”
Barry was greeted by a waft of steam and the pleasant aroma of peaches and coconuts. Through the frosted glass of her shower, he caught her silhouette. Arms raised in her hair, her back arched and her one visible thigh glistening under the hot water. He swallowed hard.
“Fucking hell.” He whispered only to himself before piping up. “Should I leave them on the countertop here or...?”
“You can leave them there and get out, or...” Lisa’s voice turned silky. “You can come in and join me.” The hot water teamed with the constant re-runs of the night before playing in her mind had rejuvenated her confidence. She paused, her hands through her hair, rinsing the last of her conditioner out, and counted down from three in her head before hearing the towels drop to the floor and the familiar sound of Barry’s belt buckle coming undone. She smiled triumphantly and turned to meet her very welcome intruder. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t hide her excitement seeing Barry’s naked form climb into her shower and tower over her once again. His hair slick from the steam, his sharp cheek bones perfectly complimenting the longing look in his eyes and his overwhelming body almost making her knees buckle. She could see Barry searching for something to say but prematurely silenced him by reaching up on her tip toes and kissing him slowly, reaching her hand around to the back of his neck. He responded almost immediately this time by grabbing her face in and deepening the kiss with his tongue.
“Okay can I just say,” Lisa pulled away momentarily. “For someone who claims this is ‘different’ for him, you’re ridiculously good with your tongue. Like it’s almost rude.” She smirked as he said nothing and pulled her back onto his mouth, desperate to taste her again. He walked her slowly to the back of the shower, feeling the hot water lick his skin. It sent shivers through his body, propelling his intensity and he pushed her against the tiles and kissed her. Hard. The water poured over the both of them as their hands desperately clawed at each other, seeking pleasure in any form. Barry took his hands from her face finally and teasingly ran his fingers down her throat whilst his other hand playfully wandered down her torso and very quickly slid between her folds. Lisa gasped into his mouth, trying with all of her might to regain composure, an impossible feat with his keen tongue working slow, sensual magic in her mouth and his hands in two places that could cause her to implode in seconds. Unable to hold back the gates of her arousal, she moaned, signalling him to squeeze harder. And squeeze harder he did. Barry pulled his mouth off of hers for as long as he could manage. His eyes were wide and wild, his hand wrapped around her delicate neck and his other now slowly pushing two fingers inside her, tilting his head and taking in the sight of her; growling lowly at this woman coming undone in front of him. Seconds. All it took was a few seconds and that lust-filled pit in Barry’s stomach rose again, aching for the sounds she made and craving her submission. He leaned into her face, his breath hot and heavy as he looked into her heavy-lidded eyes.
“I wanna make you cum again, okay?” He growled in her ear, nibbling at her lobe before claiming her mouth in a quick, aggressive kiss.
Lisa’s lip quivered, and her breath stuttered in her throat as his grip there intensified and his fingers rammed in and out of her, curling into that very sensitive spot every so often. She gave an almighty whimper when he inserted a third finger and began to pound them relentlessly into her. She couldn’t speak or breathe all that much, but the sensory overload was becoming too much and her whimpers became shrieks very quickly. Her hands found his shoulders, and she dragged her nails hastily down his back like before, trying to regain some control but Barry was in her ear again.
“Yeah?” He moaned in her ear, taken over by his own crippling lust. He closed his eyes, taking in her sounds as he edged closer to her ear and placed opened mouth kisses on her neck just above his hand. “Yeah, is that where you like it? Right there, hm?” He quickly ripped his hand away from Lisa’s neck and began pumping ferociously at his throbbing cock as he moved his body in closer to her. Lisa could only nod, feeling his cock pulsing and rubbing against her clit. “Are you gonna cum for me?” He whispered in her ear, hissing in ecstasy as he desperately curled and rutted his fingers inside her and stroked his cock. He sealed the very much rhetorical question by grazing his teeth along her neck before settling on her sensitive spot and giving a slow and hard bite.
He felt her completely fall apart in his hands, her loud moans in his ear, her hot breath now falling over his shoulders as her head dipped there and her little legs shook uncontrollably as she breathed through her orgasm.
Lisa looked up through her lashes finally and saw that Barry’s eyes were heavy, his chest and face were flushed and the veins in his forearms were now more visible; not to mention his rock hard cock now teasing her very sensitive clit. She barely had time to steal a wet kiss before he was spinning her around and pressing her front against the cooling tiles. Her mind could barely process what was happening. It was fast, it was hard and it was overwhelming but her body begged for more. He grabbed a fistful of her wet hair and hauled it back, planting a very soft kiss on her forehead before slamming his cock into her aching wetness. Lisa screamed in sheer bliss when she felt his considerable size fill her up, resting her head back into Barry’s chest as his lips made a bee-line for her shoulder, biting down hard this time. Barry squeezed his eyes shut and had to stop abruptly as soon as he entered her in fear that he would cum immediately. This had been pent up inside for too long and he had somebody who not only wanted and liked to be on the receiving end, but almost celebrated it. He could feel her grinding her ass back and forth, pleading for more, her head leaning on his chest for support more than anything. He pushed further, placing the entire front of her body on the tiles now.
“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good...” He murmured against her ear and he picked up the pace, grinding his cock inside her, slamming that sensitive spot inside her over and over again.
“Oh God...” Lisa was now shuddering with delight, not even recognising her own voice. She tilted her head up, feeling the water pour on her face but nothing could sober her up from this moment. “Fuck... Barry, yes, right there right fucking there- yes!”
His rhythm got faster and harder, both of them nearing the edge. He gripped her hair harder and used his other hand to grip her hips, slowly licking his way up her neck before applying pressure again with his teeth. He shuddered and moaned at the noises it elicited from her. Lisa stood there and took this. She felt exhilarated, drunk, high, out of her body, on another planet but mostly, she felt free. She moved one of her hands from the tiles down to her clit and rubbed quick little circles there, almost keeling over in the process, stifling yet another moan. Her stomach tightened again and she knew she was close.
“Cum with me, Lisa...” Barry begged in her ear, drawing out long hot breaths as he fucked her faster and faster.
They both shuddered and gripped at each other in a frantic state as Lisa came apart against his chest again, leaning back and looking up at him. His jaw clenched and his face suddenly coming down to kiss her, he unleashed a breathy growl and unloaded inside of her, loosening his grip on her hair and hips and leaning against her, planting sloppy little kisses over her face while he slowed down his pace. For a while they both stood there, entwined in one another against the cold, refreshing tiles. Once Lisa could regulate her breathing once more, she turned around and pecked him on the lips, smiling widely at this man who had surprised her. Again.
“What spurred that on?” She chuckled, stroking Barry’s wet hair that was now sticking to his forehead and staring into those screaming blue eyes.
“We didn’t die. I’m celebrating.” He beamed, moving her hair out of her eyes and cupping her face.
Lisa had definitely, completely and utterly, forgotten that that was the main reason Barry had come over. To save her, and he had done successfully. Again. She didn’t quite understand how and she didn’t know how long she was in danger or how long she would have to play house for, but she did not allow those thoughts to cloud this moment.
“Oh yeah,” She murmured against his lips. “To being alive.”
“Being alive.” Barry repeated, wrapping his arms around her little frame and enjoying the moment of bliss as the warm water enveloped them.
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In honor of Season 3 of Barry: Something I wrote two years ago that should not exist.
"Glazed me like a Krispy Kreme donut," Your voice was hoarse, rough, glasses askew on their face, hair messy and out of place and, fuck, Bill's dick is not getting the memo that he's older and can't get it up again that fast.
"Warm and straight out of the oven.' He reaches around aiming for a towel until you made a noise that shot south drawing his attention back just as you ran your thumb across your lips and jaw sucking the evidence away.
"Nung." Old sport tries to join the race again.
"That gets you everytime." A quick smile followed by a swipe of red tongue and any trace of potential children is gone. Bill wants to lick the taste of himself out of your mouth.
#bill hader x reader#bill hader fanfic#bill hader smut#bill hader barry berkman#thank you barry season 3
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Day 2 of the Bill a hader Bday Week Ficlet a Day Marathon for Rabies and Babies!
Barry Berkman / reader insert with thigh riding, choking, spanking and a fair share of Barry being dominant. Read tags for TW’s.
Minors DNI.
#bill hader bday week ficlet a day marathon for rabies and babies#bill hader#barry berkman#barry fanfic#barry smut
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#bill hader#bill hader imagine#bill hader x reader#bill hader fanfic#bill hader smut#dave hot rod#hot rod 2007#dave x reader#aesthetic#hot rod#barry#barry x reader#barry hbo#barry berkman#snl
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more barry doods after looking at lots of Gorillaz art for style insp
time taken: ~15 mins
#barry berkman#hbo barry#art: barry#art: mine#barry block#bill hader art#ooc#[ i found out a new way to do head proportions so that's neat ]#[ now if i could just draw SO many full body images;;;;; ]#[ no braincells for writing today but i can maybe draw or make icons ]#[ i made these last night and there may or may not have been smut drawn as well ]
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Feel. [Barry Berkman] NSFW
Masterlist
Prompt: Barry... you know what is just smut not real plot
Warning: NSFW, strong language.
A/N: I don’t know where this came from, just... hope is not bad.
Word count: 982
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There was an insistent knocking at the door. It wasn't rushed, it felt solemn, remorseful, but it was persistent.
It was eleven p.m. and Emily was about to got to bed but the knocking wasn't stopping.
She opened the door and saw Barry, hair and clothes wet, it had already stopped raining about thirty minutes. He was looking at her but not entirely, it was like she was see-through but still left a trace of her body and where it was — Barry? — he gave one step forward and kissed her, she met him almost without thinking. She was trying to kiss him softly but his tongue pushed pass her lips as he locked her between the wall and his body, his hand gripping her throat a bit too tightly at times. He kissed her hungrily, rough and fast, with burning passion or anger, she couldn't tell. She let it happen for a little bit, too confused to stop it, but then he closed the door and guided his hand under her pants. She stopped him for a second by turning her head slightly to the right and parting her lips — What are you doing?
— You know exactly what I'm doing. Do you want it or not? — it wasn't him. Sure it was his voice, but it didn't really sounded like him. It sounded dry, determined, angry. It wasn't the Barry she knew, it seemed to be another man wearing his face, using his voice. She looked at him, almost dumbfounded, they weren't his sweet caring eyes, it didn't seem like him but this Barry wanted her, so she nodded. Because it was still him, just a part she didn't know.
He kissed her again, pressing her further against the wall, biting her lips harder, kissing her rougher, telling her to go to the bed. And she did, she went to her bedroom, he followed quietly behind her, almost like a shadow. She looked at him once they were both next to the bed, she hoped for a softer kiss, for a lovely word but he just pushed her to the mattress and started to unbuckle his belt. She stared at him, a bit confused, her brain was still catching up to everything, they were about to fuck, just fuck; no feelings, no talking. And maybe it was just half of what she wanted, but at least it was something.
He was undressed but she wasn't and when his cold blue eyes looked at her she realized she should've at least had taken off her pants. He watched her undress, waiting. She was on her underwear and he stopped waiting. He got between her legs and moved the panties out of his way, burying himself in one stride, making her whine on the sudden pressure — Fuck.
He looked at her with empty eyes, seeing the mix between pleasure and pain in her eyes, feeling a resemblance of... something, a distant echo of it, and he fucked her harder. He heard her moan and saw her twist on herself but he wasn't chasing her pleasure, he was chasing a feeling, any feeling. Even if he was hard, he couldn't quite feel anything. He kept thrusting against her faster, deeper and harder, he kept hearing her moan and plead his name but he didn't feel it, the satisfaction, the rush, the love, nothing. He couldn't feel anything.
But to Emily was completely different, she felt everything, she felt the love she had for Barry and the guilt about Sally all in one, she felt the regret of just being fucked and nothing more. She felt the knot in her belly grow tighter and felt his hands burning hot on her waist and his eyes burning with cold on her body. She moaned and pleaded, and then she felt him stop — Turn around. — he said and she wanted to but her body wasn't quite there yet, so he grew impatient — Now. — he ordered and, seeing her nod, he made her do it himself. He guided her hips to be to his comfort and trusted inside her without warning one more time and he felt it, the stimuli, the pleasure, so he went further in.
— Fuck! Fuck, Barry! — she whined. Barry looked at her, her body shaking, her face against the mattress and her eyes closed. He didn't feel anything, he had liked her ever since they met. He had felt his heart fluster by watching her laugh, break when he saw her cry and burn when she was with someone else, but, right at that moment, looking at her face in pleasure because of him, he couldn't feel a thing. Maybe he would once the anger and rush was over, or maybe he wouldn't feel anything for good this time.
He picked upon his previous pace, having her call his name, having them both moan before they were both done. He didn't let her look at him, having her face against the mattress, but he did look at her. She looked vulnerable, open, exposed, just like someone who's begging to live, except she wasn't afraid, but she would be if she knew. She would be if she had been with him just a few hours earlier.
It took her some time to came to her senses but when she did she saw Barry buckling his pants. She didn't say a thing as she saw him put on his shirt and leave without even looking at her.
And she felt her heart break with the sound of the main door closing. She agreed to it because she hoped that maybe it would mean something to him, anything, but now she felt more lonely, empty and broken than she had ever felt before. She let go of her tears and tried to do the same with him.
#barry hbo#Barry Berkman#barry block#barry berkman x reader#barry block x reader#bill hader#snl bill hader#bill hader imagines#bill hader imagine#bill hader smut#bill hader x reader#bill hader x OFC#bill hader x you#bill hader x original female character
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Take What You Get — Barry Berkman
A/N: So this was a very highly requested fic. As soon as I mentioned it, a lot of people went crazy. I’ve worked through some stuff I have going on and I finally made time to get this done. Enjoy!
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, some fluff, mentions of sex, strong language, breeding kink, mentions of abortion, and not suitable for children.
His hand was around your throat, your breathing was struggled, and surprisingly, you didn’t mind either. He had just gotten back from doing who knows what and all he wanted was you.
You two stumbled into the bedroom, your clothes coming off every step of the way, until you were left in nothing but your lingerie; the lingerie that drives Barry crazy.
“Jesus fucking Christ, babygirl. You’re doing things to me.” He mumbled into your mouth, his grip on your throat tightening. You let out a struggled laugh, followed by a long moan.
“Why don’t you do something to me, Barry?” You asked, biting your lip. He growled, pushing you onto the bed, not really caring if it was gentle or not. He moved so that he was positioned in between your legs, his lips moving down to the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and determined to mark what is his.
“I’m going to make you fall apart, babygirl.” He reached his large hand down to your pussy, rubbing tight circles on your clit. The breath in your throat hitched and you threw your head back in ecstasy. He continued while you tried to silence the moan that threatened to escape. But it was useless. His breathe fanned on your neck and he whispered,“You know how fucking beautiful you’d look if you were full with my baby?”
He was quick, after that, to tear off the lingerie that was stuck to your body. He pushed you back and immediately attached his mouth to your pussy. His hands squeezed and held onto your breasts, and he rubbed them as his tongue flicked on your clit. You were so close, you began to see stars, back arching, calling his name.
“Barry, Barry, please. I want to come on your cock. I want you inside of me.” You whimpered, shaking from the feeling of his mouth detaching itself from your core.
He lifted his hands above his head, removing his shirt, and next was removing his pants. When he pulled down his boxers, his large member slapped him on the abodomen. You stared, mouth going dry. How would he even manage to fit?
He flipped you over onto your belly and pinned both of your wrists to your lower back. “I’m going to fill you up with all of my fucking cum. I’m going to put my fucking baby inside of you.” He said, biting on your shoulder, as he thrust his member inside of your aching cunt.
Your eyes rolled back and you let out an animalistic sound. “Fuck me, Barry. Fucking, please!” You cried out, trying to grind onto him for more friction.
“Hold on tight, baby.” He released your hands, only giving you a split second to grasp onto the silk covers of you bed. He pulled himself out of you only to slam himself back in with more force.
Barry began snapping his hips relentlessly, pounding himself into your dripping cunt. The whimpers and moans that came out of your mouth only drove him to move faster, if possible. You could feel his cock throbbing and his balls lightly smacking onto your pussy.
“I’m going to give you all of my fucking cum. I want you to fucking look at me while I fill you up to the fucking brim, sweetheart.” He growled. Then he flipped you over, so that you were facing him.
You were a sight to him, that’s for sure. Your tits moved with every thrust and your eyes rolled back farther than before. You reached down and began to rub circles onto your own cunt, begging for your release to come quick.
His cock twitchd inside of you and he let out a groan. The sound of him moaning sent you over the edge, and your body contorted as you came all over his length. “Barry, oh fuck, Barry.”
And that’s all it took for him. Barry grabbed you and slammed his cock as deep inside of you as he could, spilling his entire load into you. He let out a loud moan, followed by your name.
“Fucking hell, Y/N. Your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock.”
Once you both had the opportunity to calm down, you laid next to each other, talkng quietly.
“You think you’ll keep it? If it happens?” Barry asked, kissing your forehead.
“Yeah. I think I will.” You smiled. “I love you, Barry.”
“I love you, too.”
#Barry Berkman x Reader#Barry Berkman#Barry#Barry HBO#Fluff#Smut#Imagine#FanFic#Headcanon#Request#Bill Hader#x Reader#Richie Tozier
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Can I write shit about Bill Hader? Like would people read it? Would people request stuff? Cause I know the only way my fantasies are gonna be put into writing is if I write them myself so like ???
#Bill Hader#Barry Berkman#Barry#Barry HBO#Barry Block#It#it chapter 2#Richie Tozier#Bill Hander Imagine#Bill Hader smut#bill hader fluff#Bill Hander fanfic
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The Electrical Room
SUMMARY: After a 5-month film period between Stella nad her co-star Bill Hader. That once started as friends to secret lovers ending as outright enemies, they are forced to spend their time at the Emmy’s awards show. Stella tries her hardest to avoid Bill Hader only to find herself in a situation that ends up in the electrical room, alone with him.
| Chapter II | Chapter III |
CHAPTER I
The photographers’ camera lenses flash with excessive echoes of yelling and shouting. As your feet set onto the red carpet, exiting from the black vehicle. Your formal emerald beaded, and Swarovski crystal dress slightly drags behind your heels as you made your steps alongside your assistant. You feel the Los Angeles warmth air adhering to your exposed skin. The cut of your dress was fitted to your waist, exposing your cleavage and the beaded dress slipped off your shoulders with a high thigh slit. Your dyed red hair was partially braided and put in a low bun, with loose tendrils caressing the side of your cheeks.
The harsh and sudden obscene of voices shouting in your direction sends reverberation to your ears. You clench your hands trying to push aside any anxieties you’re feeling this evening.
You feel a touch of fingers caressing your forearm, your eyes snapped immediately reminding you that your assistant is trying to guide you whilst avoiding hovering over your figure.
“This way”, you see her nude lips moved, but not being able to hear her due to the crowd filled voices of reporters, photographers, and other celebrities with their dates, stylists, and assistants.
Your nostril is immediately filled with cologne and all sorts of odour that is circulating within the crowd. The faster you can do this, the faster you can go home, you thought.
You avoided minor chatter with mindless people, for the sake that casual gossip was not in your best interest. Your body swayed amongst others in the crowd, as you tried your best to stay alongside your assistant. Your shoulders brushed against others; your height was able to see past heads of people chattering mindlessly with their peers. While, more than a handful of people started to look your way with heavy interest, judging based on your dress and how your hair looks different from its usual dirty blonde. Whether they were pleased or not, did not seem to bother or interest you in the slightest.
You continued following the assistant’s slimmed figure until she reaches a stop, almost bumping into her backside. No more than a few feet in front of you, you noticed one of the younger child actresses, a face you recognized, yet not keened upon remembering her name. With her pink semi-ball gown, her pearly white smile, she kept posing for the photographers. Until one of the crew members, a middle-aged woman urged her to continue walking down the red carpet.
You can feel your wrist slightly grabbed by the warmth of your assistant’s hand, as she urged you that it was your turn to walk along and pose.
“I’ll meet you on the other side”, insinuating that she would be at her usual spot on the other end of the carpet your subconscious thought.
You unclenched your hands and slightly grasp the side of your dress with grace and poise as you have done this endlessly. While your eyes try to gain accustom to the photographers’ flashing, you moved along the carpet one heel in front of the other. At that point, your name was used recklessly amongst their amusement. Trying to gain your attention to pose directly to their lenses. You faced the direction of the lenses; small smirk was made at first then followed with a faint smile.
“Give the shoulder look!”, you absentmindedly heard one of the photographers shouted.
Your body slightly turned as your chin was near to the edge of your shoulder. You continued to arch and pose as to what felt like it was longer than a minute. In reality, it took less than eight minutes to pose along the red carpet, until generally, the photographers were pleased, but it still did not stop their enthusiastic and unpleasing shouting.
In your peripheral vision, you caught your assistant on the other end of the carpet. Your slight nod and pose ravished a handful of quick flashes and yelling last requests you ignored. Your hands grabbed the hem of your dress and continued walking as the flashes fade from your view.
You didn’t bother to look at her way, as she walked alongside. She says, “You have a few interviews”, she paused, “short” she added.
To say you weren’t annoyed was a lie, this is the part of the casual Emmy’s carpet you despised. The useless mindless chatter to fill their nosy interests you thought. Your eyes purposely avoided the general crowd’s gaze, in order to not engage with actors or actresses you disliked.
The end part of the carpet was filled with fewer people and more so with reporters and scattered cameras lined up in front of different actresses, actors, and reality stars. Your eyes set upon the main entrance of the building which would lead through the endless halls, minor rooms, and into the main theatre where the show will start.
Your first interview was from NBC’s network “E!”. A perky and tanned woman with bright makeup, as well a slender feminine man was standing next to her. Their hands held their individual microphones though before the bright makeup woman was able to make small conversation the producer was queuing the countdown to start the interview.
“Well, we are here with the 3 Emmy nominee, Stella Meyers. How are you feeling today? Excited, nervous?” She enthusiastically asked, her hand gestured the microphone near and slightly under your chin.
You looked up from the blood-stained carpet, only to see that she was looking up from her short stature to meet your eyes. Your smile starts to form, as you noticed her exaggerated TV smile, and free wrinkled skin, “I’m feeling excited actually, happy to be here”, you replied honestly.
She earnestly nodded, “That’s great! You have been nominated a handful of times and have won a total of eight Emmys. Tonight, you are nominated for three for best actress in comedy, drama, and directing. How does it feel to be nominated again?”
You slightly chuckled, as you feel your nails slightly fold into the material side of your waist, “Honestly, I am honoured to be nominated. I feel lucky and appreciate to be working alongside the people that are just as passionate about the craft we make.”
She continues to nod, while the man next to her voiced his comment and question, “Just an hour ago, we just interviewed your boyfriend, James, who was just lovely and charming.” He slightly giggled, “He is going to be hosting the Emmys for the second time. Have you ever thought of hosting together? Your shared chemistry and humour together would be hilarious!”
You chuckled from his comment, “That’s sweet of you but I don’t think I am that amusing or naturally as comical as James, but who knows down the line?” You joked with an honest smile.
They both chuckled to your comment, as the woman tenderly grasped onto your forearm, “You look utterly beautiful! Stunning really, love the dress! And we obviously have noticed that your hair is red! Of course, there are rumours floating around that you are playing Poison Ivy in the newest DC film. Perhaps next to Joaquin Phoenix as the Joker? Any truth to that?” She continues to smile, her pearly white teeth showing.
You naturally and instinctively chuckled at her comment, as you slightly neared forward to her figure, “A lady cannot tell”, you smirked jokingly. “Right, right, well let’s just say if you are playing her, I’ll be one of the first to watch”, she chuckled replying.
“Ditto!” The man exclaimed beside her, earning a chuckle amongst the lady and yourself. “So, before we let you go, apparently you have a new film coming out next year. Always working Stella!”. You nodded to his comment, with the following smile. “How was it working with your co-star Bill Hader?! It must’ve been a whirlwind with hanging and acting alongside a comedian man”, your smile falters but you forcibly and quickly string along the smile lines, “Yes, he was great. He was a delight to work with, I cannot wait for the fans to see the film”, the first lie you have said today.
“Yes,” The woman replied, “Well, until then I am sure the film will be worth the wait!” She faces away from your gaze towards the camera lens, “As well, Bill Hader is nominated for Best Actor for his show Barry, have you seen the show yet?”. You earnestly replied, “Yes, of course.” A second lie. “It would be amazing if he wins the second time in a row, he deserves it.” And that was the third lie added, you thought.
“Aw!” She replied, “He said the same thing about you!” You forcibly smiled at her comment, “Love co-stars supporting each other, don’t you!?” The back of her hand slightly touched the man’s chest, “Yes! Well, thank you so much, Stella, for hanging out with us.” Their last set of comments was a set of goodbye and good luck, “Thank you so much”, you replied with an honest smile.
“And that was Stella Meyers, she was great, wasn’t she?” Her voice was fading as your feet carried you out of their sightline, and onto another set of reporters with usual and indifferent questions.
The set of interviews was no more than twenty minutes, not including the mindless chatters to fill the awkward void and feeding into their nosy interests. Most questions surrounded on your boyfriend, James, your past awards, winnings and future films, as well the designer of the dress, and the occasional question and rumour fueled if you are cast as Poison Ivy, and of course, the infamous Bill Hader.
“A lady does not tell.” You joked and continued to harmlessly flirt with the interviewer, finishing the last round of questions. How many times you have said that your inner thoughts joked.
Your assistant continued to guide you towards the main entrance, and you are greeted with a handful of people, you recognize as well personally worked with.
The gossip encircles and one minute at a time you start to join to their endless cycle of mindless conversation.
Your feet carried you throughout the main hallway, chatting amongst the directors and producers. Forcing yourself to make conversation to please their stretched egos. Your conversation with Arnold, one of the producers for your future film was halted, as you felt the fore fingertips grazing your backside. The hair on your forearm perked upwards, as you feel a cold shiver through your spine, you almost showed discomfort and panic written on your face.
That it is until the sound of his voice immediately calmed your senses, “Darling”, he swiftly and courteously kissed your cheek. “James”, you paused, before your eyes set upon his eyes, his faint smile lines showing his slight dimples. His tamed hair was groomed slightly given the pair of James Dean’s eyes and Elvis’ almost-like inspired hairstyle. He was paired with an outfit that matched aesthetically with yours, a dark green, almost black tux contrasted with your appearance. Handsome, you thought.
“Oh, a pleasure to finally meet you”, Arnold interrupted with his right hand reaching out for his. “How do you do?”, James replied. Subconsciously your lips smirked at James’ politeness choice of words. As Arnold was about to reply, he was then interrupted by his assistant to whom you recognize. She shared a few whispers, as a result, he slightly nods as if he was reminded by her words, “I am so sorry, excuse me.”, his lips lightly pressed to your right cheek, “Of course”, you replied. His hand patted James’ arm, “Would love to have a chat with you fine young man”, his deep-voiced echoed. He slightly nods with a smile that pulled the tenderness in your heart. “Perhaps at the after-party”, James’ voice replied, as Arnold nod earnestly and drifting blending into the crowd.
His right hand is still placed on your backside as he turns you to the main hallway to which the grand walls carry to the main theatre. Your feet match with his pace, as your right hand naturally grasp for his upper arm and sliding downwards to his inner forearm, as he took your hand in his arm guiding you down the hall.
You were about to initiate a conversation that it is until your ears picked up the distinctive laughter that is easily recognizable. Your eyes frantically, but slowly took in the surrounding crowd as you walked forward, cautioning yourself to not be caught in his eyesight.
Shit, you thought. The word echoes in your mind. You almost stopped in your tracks as you noticed his back facing your direction. Tall stature with his black tux and you noticed his hands in mid-air as he is speaking to his peers.
Your eyes quickly divert from his backside to your boyfriend’s face, showing complete, utterly naive and oblivious to your secret unfortunate circumstances.
“Hun”, your right-hand grasp onto his forearm a little tighter, “Help me find my seat”, this way at least you can forcefully be around with your show’s co-stars. A little while longer to escape from Hader, your thoughts reminded you.
“Yes, of course”, he brisks you alongside, passing Hader’s stature. Unbeknownst to you that one of the actresses who was standing directly in front of Hader recognized you.
“Stella!”, she exclaimed, “Shit” you uttered underneath your breath. You debated for a second whether to move forward, ignoring her exclaims, pretending as if you did not hear her. That is until, James stopped in his tracks, and turned slightly with your body moving along with his.
Your gaze and frame did a 180-turn setting on the actress, that called your name. Your eyes glazed over her brunette curled hair setting on her shoulders with a red gown wrapping her figure, with her wide smile, she used her outside voice, “Stella! You're here!” The lines around her eyes crinkled, along with her genuine smile.
Of course, James pulled you alongside walking in stride towards what it seems at first a small clique huddled within their own conversations. But the first thing you noticed is that their conversation stopped, and all of their gazes were set upon you.
Your peripheral vision captured his stature that is set in your direction. You did not once set your eyes on him, but you can feel his glare, whether he was satisfied to see you or not, you did not know. As well, you did not want to find out.
Your mind is set into over-drive, suddenly you pictured yourself running to the nearest door that you wish would take you far away from the city of lights. Nonetheless, that wish was crushed as you feel their presence.
#bill hader#bill hader smut#angst#barry tv show#barry#barry berkman#hbo barry#smut#affair#love#bill#It chapter 2#fanfiction#fanfic
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I’m writing another Barry smut and I wanted to add a little story to the beginning before we get to the good part and I’m already at 1000 words and havent even finished the opening.....why does this always happen
Anyway, if you want to be tagged in it like/reblog/reply to this post :)
#I just cant write smut without a whole story behind it#the lead up is the best part of smut in my opinion#barry berkman x reader#barry berkman imagine
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Hello everyone, I am a new writer and I will be posting my first smut soon. It’s going to be a little long, the rough draft is already more then 1400 words! I’ll give you a hint, Father Hader. When I do post it, would you guys mind checking it out and giving me a follow?
#bill hader#bill hader imagine#smut#barry berkman#the skeleton twins#officer slater#barry block#stefon snl#it#superbad#hot rod
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Here we have day one of the Bill Hader bday week ficlet a day marathon for rabies and babies.
In this fic we see Barry getting laid bc I don’t have anything else to write about 🤷🏻
MINORS DNI
(Read tags on fic for any other warnings)
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Birthday party (Barry x reader)
Request: Ok lol can you write something Barry? Maybe like a Barry x reader type thing with smut 👀
Warnings: SMUT , strong language
Word count: 2493
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“Are you going to the party?” Alex asked smiling, Alex was one of the only other girls in your acting class, you and her bonded on that fact and became fast friends.
“Party for what?” You replied , you had no memory of being told about any party.
“Oh it’s shaun’s birthday , everyone is gunna go out for a drink at ‘thirsty marlins’ she says. Still doesn’t ring a bell.
You think for a moment , you didn’t have anything else to do tonight , why not go have a drink, maybe it would be fun.
You nod “sure I’ll go, I’m not staying all night though” you implore , she waves you off. She knows if she gets two drinks in you, you’ll be impossible to tear from the bar.
“Plus I heard Barry is going” she teases. You roll your eyes “why should I care if Barry’s going?” You retort.
“Oh I don’t know maybe because you’ve been in love with him since the first class” she laughs
You slap her arm playfully “I have not!” You protest.
You have
Ok well maybe you weren’t in love with him but You always thought that he was attractive and a nice guy , you wouldn’t mind getting to know him better over a few drinks.
Negative thoughts promptly set in.
It doesn’t matter how cute you think he is , he’s probably never even noticed you before.
You sigh , brushing the thought from your mind.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Alex asks , a tone of disapproval in her soft voice.
You look down at your outfit , jeans and a yellow hoodie from a music festival you attended years ago.
“What’s wrong with this? We’re just going to thirsty marlins” you reply.
Alex shakes her head.
“Come on we’ll find you something better to wear” she smiles grabbing you by the arm.
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“What’s Barry’s favorite color?” She asks excitedly as you two walk into your apartment.
“What? How should I know?” You chuckle
“And when did this night become about getting Barry’s attention? This night is for shaun’s birthday remember?” You add watching Alex rifle through your closet.
“Two birds one stone” she retorts quickly.
“Don’t over do it” you comment as she fills her arms with different outfits.
“It’s just a bar” you chime again. She looks back at you and smiles.
“You should wear red , that color looks wonderful on you” Alex implores. You agree to this , red did look good on you. Not that you cared , you remind yourself.
A few minutes later you had settled on an outfit , a cute, casual red dress, low cut, ending at your thighs , it flowed and draped your body perfectly.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled , you didn’t look bad and it wasn’t too flashy or outlandish.
Alex handed you a pair of earrings “you look great!” She encouraged.
Alex looked nice too, she wore black skinny jeans and a pretty pink camisole.
The two of you took one last look in the mirror before heading to the bar.
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Your class mates welcome you as you walk in, you smile at Shaun and hug him wishing him a happy birthday.
“First rounds on me” someone shouts and the group of you find seats at the bar.
“Hey” a voice calls as they sit next to you. Alex was off sitting with Shaun , engaged in conversation.
You looked to see Barry next to you with a smile on his face.
“Hey Barry” you reply happy he showed up.
“I’m surprised you came” he speaks again.
“Alex said you might not have wanted to go” he adds.
He asked Alex about you?
You smile, “well I rarely ever get out , plus Shaun’s a nice guy , figured I’d better show up” you explain, Barry nods.
“Can I get you anything?” The bar tender asks.
“I’ll have a Puerto Rican hooker” you say before turning to look at Barry. “Isn’t that’s illegal?” He jokes , making you laugh.
His eyes flicker between you and the bartender “uhh I’ll-ill have that too” he settles with a quick nervous smile to the bartender who nodded and went off to make the shots
“whats in a Puerto Rican hooker anyway?” He asks fiddling with the coaster in front of him.
“Oh it’s just tequila , with pickle juice for a chaser” you explain. His face twists with disgust.
“That sounds terrible” he detests. You nod and smile “I know but it’s good trust me” you pat his hand lightly, he’s clammy for some reason , was he nervous?
The bartender comes back with 4 shots , 2 full of tequila and 2 full of pickle juice. You smile wide as you hand yours to Barry , excited for him to try it.
He grabs his glass and you grab yours.
“Well...cheers” he chimes clinking your glasses together You both down the tequila and then quickly grab the pickle juice, alcohol burns on your tongue only for a second before it’s washed away and soothed by the pickle juice. The taste is pleasant and not what Barry was expecting. You watched his face change and react to the different levels of the drink.
“Hmm” he hums “that’s actually really good” he says with a laugh running his tongue over his lips. You giggle “I told you it was good!” You reply.
“Hey can we get two more of those please” he orders getting the bartenders attention once again.
She smiles and nods before clearing away the empty shot glasses.
“God that was really good” he says again laughing hard at the fact that he enjoyed the wretched sounding concoction so much. “You should never doubt me Barry” you say with a smile.
He pats your shoulder “I’ll remember that” .
Again 4 shots are put in front of you and you both throw them back within seconds. you felt your stomach warming from the alcohol, you weren’t much of a drinker so two shots was enough to get you feeling buzzed and apparently that fact rang true for Barry as well. His hand grazed his stomach , you assumed he was feeling the warmth too.
He took his jacket off to get a little more comfortable, he was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. You throw your hands in the air “see! Nothing wrong with hoodie and jeans” you exclaimed with a chuckle. Barry looked at you confused “Alex made me go home and change into this stupid dress, I was wearing a hoodie and jeans just like you but she said that wasn’t good enough” you explain . Barry’s expression relaxes and his eyes fall to your outfit for the first time.
“It’s- you look good though, I like it....pretty” he stammers not looking you in the eye. Your cheeks turn an ember color. “Yeah well soak it in while you can, I’m not much of a dress wearer” you reply. At this point Barry wasn’t sure what it was that made him do what he was about to do but he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Smile” he says softly
“What are you doing?” You laugh.
“Soaking it in while I can” he answers before taking your picture.
This made you blush , he was a sweet guy.
Barry smiles at the photo before putting his phone back in his pocket.
“Want another drink?” You ask pulling another $20 out of your wallet.
“Sure!” He answers.
2 shots and 3 cocktails later the two of you found yourselves playing a game of pool, the game was tied each of you only having one ball left.
“Ok..” he announces holding his pool stick.
“If I win” his eyes cast across the table to you , your pool stick also in your hands.
“You come take a walk with me to get some coffee after the game” a coy smile curved his lips. Thus flattered you.
“Ok” you nod “but if I win.....YOU have to come take a walk with ME to get some coffee after the game” you can’t help but giggle.
“Deal” he nods and gets ready to take his shot and with one quick and powerful jolt of his pool stick he sinks his last ball. His eyes flicker to you before he rounds the table and sets up for the winning shot.
You roll your eyes and smile knowing he’s going to win.
Sure enough he sinks the eight ball in the corner pocket , he rest his arm around your shoulder and looks at you with a shit eating grin. Again you roll your eyes but you also couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled , his cologne filled your nose, it was light and daring. You cleared your throat trying to ignore the burning attraction you felt to him in that moment.
“Should we go now?” You ask smoothing your dress down. Barry nods and takes your pool stick from you and puts it back on the rack.
It was chilly outside , not cold but definitely a chill in the air. It was dark, and it must have rained while you were in the bar because the streets were damp you could see the reflections of street lights on the road.
“I love that smell” Barry said taking a deep and no doubt sobering breath. You smiled and did the same. The two of you strolled lackadaisically down the city street.
“I had a surprising amount of fun tonight” you chime looking up at the sky your arms folded across your body in order to keep warm. Barry notices this “want my jacket?” He asks as he began to take it off. He wraps it around you and gives your arms a good rub before tucking his hands in his hoodie pockets. There it was again , the subtle yet delectable scent of him.
“I had a lot of fun too, but that might be the 32oz of alcohol talking” he joked. You laugh in agreement.
“How old is Shaun anyway?” You ask.
“Fuck if I know, I only came cuz I was hoping to see you” he says.
This takes you by surprise. The look on Barry’s face told you that he couldn’t believe he just said that either.
“Honestly , I was looking forward to seeing you too, and that’s mostly why I put this dress on” you admitted , this eased Barry’s nerves.
“Wow really?” He asks looking down at you.
Now you were walking through a secluded park, coffee was no longer on your mind.
“Yeah” you smile.
Barry was beyond flattered , he couldn’t remember the last time a woman cared about his opinion or tried to impress him or do anything solely for him.
The two of you had stopped walking at this point and were now standing by a picnic table taking in your surroundings. You heard the chirp of crickets and the hoot of owls here and there. You gazed out at the trees and the moon in the sky. It was pretty and calm.
Barry’s eyes never left your face , you could feel him looking at you , it made you feel good.
You looked up to him , and didn’t even notice him looking at your lips.
“You’re really pretty” he said randomly , you assumed this was the alcohol talking.
“Are you drunk?” You question stepping closer to him , he doesn’t step back.
“No, are you?” He responds.
“No” you shake your head. Barry grabs you and pulls you into a very passionate electric kiss. You couldn’t believe it, he was so demanding and controlling you loved it, his hands searched your body grabbing and caressing every inch of you as your tongue found it’s way to his. You let out a small moan as he grabs your ass with both of his hands.
“Fuck..” he grunts slapping it once.
You could feel wetness pooling in your silk pink panties. One of his hands now ran up your thigh and you felt his finger tease your womanhood. You could have melted. He knew what he was doing.
“You like that?” He teased running his finger over you again and again making your knees weak. You could feel his cock harden in his jeans you reached down and started unbuckling his belt.
He grabs you by your hair and bends you over the picnic table. You hear him drop to his knees and feel his hands grab your ass again.
“Fuck yeah” he speaks to himself before pulling your panties down. You felt his tongue suddenly ravage your opening making you moan in pleasure as he continued smacking and grabbing your ass.
Vibrations ran through you as he moaned into you. He pulled away “get on your back” he ordered, you listened and quickly flipped over lifting your dress so he had easier access.
“I’ve waited so long to do this” he says stroking himself taking in the raw, vulnerable sight of you.
“Me too” you smile with a playful giggle.
Barry smiles back before grabbing you by your hair and pulling you down to where he wants you. His eyes met yours as he slowly entered himself into you.
You gasped as you felt his length move through you with ease, he was rock hard , it felt amazing.
He rocked in and out of you gently a few times to get it you used to him before he quickened his pace.
Your moans grew louder and more intense as his cock rammed into you at a relentless pace. Barry was cursing to himself eyes closed , enjoying every wet inch of you, his hands holding your waist in order to get deeper in you. You weren’t sure if you or the table you were on could take this much longer. You felt yourself nearing your end.
“I’m gunna cum” you cry , and your eyes roll in the back of your head as your body is completely enveloped with pleasure.
“Cum for me” Barry teases fucking you even harder.
“God fuck” he grunts.
Your back arches and your muscles tense as you orgasm , your lust soaked moans fill the air as pleasure flows over you.
Soon after Barry pulls out of you , you drop to your knees to rake his load in your mouth.
He loved that.
He hunched over as his cum fills your mouth , you tease his cock with your tongue and lick him clean before he slumps over on the ground next to you. The rest of that night was spent with you laying on his heaving chest , you both watched the clouds pass by in the night , in a calm ethereal silence.
“Best birthday party I been to in a while” Barry jokes his hands run through your hair
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