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milkteabinniechan · 1 month

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bath water | hwang hyunjin

part two

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pairing: virgin! hyunjin x afab reader

warnings: oral (f. receiving), some angst, lots of smut, hyunjin is just learning hehe

a/n: this is a continuation of this story. This was a labor of love and I feel personally connected to this so please go easy on me, thank you for reading!

Your phone hadn't buzzed yet. Hadn't rung once. You cleaned your apartment. Twice. You reorganized your closet. You washed your hair. You played loud music. He still hadn't called.

Brrt Brrrrt. Your phone jumped on your desk. Not so gracefully, you leaped to grab it. "Buy one, get one on all hand soap! Now through Sunday." You squeezed your phone in your hand. A goddamn promotion. How evil.

You lay your head on your pillow, slaying arms out wide. Your eyes blur and unfocused, making shapes in the ceiling. You let your eyelids close. Suddenly you were back in that bathtub. Hyunjin's fingers appearing in and out of focus. You could hear the water, you could smell his cologne.

Brrt. Brrrrt. Now you were imagining things. Pretending your phone was ringing. You really were losing it. You glance down at your closed fist, phone inside. The light shone through your fingers. A cute picture of a ferret peeking through, Hyunjin’s contact photo. You shot up from your bed. This was real.

“Hey…” his voice was low.

“Hey, you…” Your voice was shaking, “what’s up?” attempting to sound casual, you hoped it was convincing enough.

“Not much, just bought some new watercolors, some brushes. They’ve got this great sale going on at…”

Hyunjin continued talking about his day. His voice was chipper, like nothing had happened. He sounded warm, so warm. You clutched your shirt.

“...what about you?” his voice back in your head.

“Oh! Not a lot. Just some spring cleaning, ya know.”

Hyunjin paused. “You hate cleaning.” He huffed. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

The conversation continued like that for a while. A few pleasantries, a few inside jokes. He made you giggle, so hard you would snort, making him laugh too. After a long fit of laughing and funny voices, there was a silence between you. You both sat in it for a moment.

“So…” Hyunjin cleared his throat, “I wanted to ask you something.”

You clutched your shirt again.

“Do you think I could… paint you again?”

Days later you found yourself at Hyunjin’s apartment again. New plastic sheets on the floor. Neither of you had discussed what happened last time. He just asked to paint. That is all he wanted. You stared down at the plastic. Then up at Hyunjin, taking a deep breath.

“Where do you want me?” you spoke in a clear, confident voice, hands on your hips. A power pose. However, you felt like feathers and cotton candy on the inside, so fragile.

Hyunjin pulled up some photos on his phone of women with painted stomachs. Beautiful works of art sprawled across skin. Your stomach flipped. Your mouth dried up.

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin lowered his phone and met his eyes with yours. He had an intensity that shot through you like a bullet. All your feathers and cotton candy would melt away if he stared at you like that for even one more second.

“Of course.” You clasped the hem of your shirt and began to pull up. You expected Hyunjin to turn away, like last time. But he didn’t. He stood right there in front of you and watched. He watched your shirt graze past your stomach, past your breasts, up over your head. Your eyes met his as your shirt fell to the floor. One of your bra straps slipped off your shoulder. Hyunjin reached out and grabbed it, pulling the strap back up.

“Let’s get started.” He turned toward his supplies, unwrapping fresh, unused brushes and paints. You nodded your head and lay flat on your back, plastic crinkling underneath you as you adjusted and moved.

The first brush stroke across your lower abdomen felt exactly as you remembered. The cool paint countered your hot skin. You try your best to steady your breathing, letting out small I’m sorry’s every so often. It was different then the first time, however. Now you could see his face. His eyebrows pressing together in concentration, slightly biting his bottom lip, tilting his head to get the best perspective. You felt heat building in your core as his paintbrush traced lower and lower down your stomach. Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. You willed your body to stop. To not give away the awful, dirty thoughts that were going on inside your mind. You heard Hyunjin clear his throat and set his brush down, maybe to grab a different one. You closed your eyes and tightened your mouth into a thin line. You braced yourself for the soft bristles again, only this time there were no soft bristles. There was skin, fingers dipped softly into watercolor. You would know those fingers anywhere. A thumb ran down your outer thigh, a long streak of paint followed along with it. Then an index finger drew another long, thick line down your thigh. You bit your lip hard, so hard you feared it may bleed. You squeezed your eyes together tightly.

Hold it together. He’s just using a different medium. Don’t get off to this.

Unfortunately, your body was not listening to your brain. Your body wasn’t listening to anything except the feeling of Hyunjin’s fingers against your skin. He ran another paint soaked finger from your knee up to your inner thigh, causing your legs to open in response. You bucked your hips slightly at the sensation of Hyunjin being so close to your core.

“Hyunjinnie…” you moaned softly. A wet spot already forming on your panties.

Hyunjin hooked his paint covered fingers around the hem of your panties, coloring them in purples and blues. He lowered them delicately, exposing just the top of your cunt. He lowered his head and kissed gently, but hungerly. Like that first kiss was going to save him, he bowed his head like praying for a holy light and he had finally found it.

“I want to taste it.” He spoke deep into your clothed cunt. He wanted to enter the gates of heaven, not just paint the Sistine Chapel.

You lifted your hips and helped pull your panties down the rest of the way, the plastic sheets still crinkling beneath you. Hyunjin grabbed both of your legs simultaneously, bringing them to his chest, so your open, wet cunt was exposed and displayed for him. You watched his eyes, and there it was. That concentrated and intense look that left you vulnerable and unable to move.

He kissed your wet core like the way he used a paint brush. His tongue was innocent at first, giving small licks, waiting for you to open up for him like a flower. The muscle moving like music, so very conscious of every reaction that your body gave him. Then you bloomed for him. You pushed your hips into his face sparingly, not wanting to overwhelm him. This was so new, so fresh. The first push of your hips jarred him slightly, his eyes met yours from between your legs. You could see his smirk again from under your thighs. He drove his face further into you, making you arch your back, the plastic sheet slipping from under your elbows.

Hyunjin let his eyes roll back as his tongue continued its holy work. Lapping and licking every inch of you. Your lips now swollen at the marvel of his mouth.Your hips were thrusting at a faster speed now, climbing toward your own release.

“Come inside my mouth.” Hyunjin muffled from inside of you. His breath was hot with each word.

Both of your bodies wet from sweat, you carded your fingers through Hyunjin’s hair and gripped tightly, giving yourself leverage and momentum to ride his tongue harder. The paint on your stomach still wet, dripping down onto the floor. Grinding, grinding, grinding into Hyunjin’s open mouth, you could feel the tense bundle of nerves reaching their climax, you were starting to see stars, you were no longer on this earth, in this solar system, you were something entirely new.

Your climax held there in the air for a moment. Like you were both floating, just inches off the ground. Paint had spilled everywhere. Hyunijn lifted his head back up, panting and out of breath. Saliva fell from his open mouth, dripping down his swollen lips and chin. He smiles wildly.

“So…” you huffed in between panting breaths, “anywhere else you want to paint me?”

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luveline · 28 days

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Hii I sent the ask for more kbd could you please write them all going on there first family holiday lovely 🤍🫶🏻

love u <3 kbd au —the harrington’s vacation !! mom!reader, 1.5k

This is a good idea, you repeat to each other for weeks. Paying for the flights, making lists, getting Dove her baby passport, packing the suitcases days in advance.

Most of the time you agree with one another. The day you buy Avery and Beth little swimsuits Steve can’t stop smiling, and the nights leading up to it are like Christmas for Avery when she remembers (and Beth when Avery tells her).

But the night before you’re sick to your stomach, and then Steve can’t breathe right at the airport, but you get on your plane, and somehow the girls are good. Dove cries when you land because of the pressure change, but she’s soothed by the time you’re past the gate and into the sunshine.

“Steve,” you say, Dove strapped to your chest, world's heaviest baby bag on your shoulder, “sweetheart, we’re here.”

He holds Beth’s hand, who in turn holds Avery’s hand, trying to pull the world’s biggest suitcase behind you without running over his own foot. “I told you it would be easy.”

Your children look beautiful. Avery wears a sun visor cap and a blue dress with white socks and blue converse, and Bethie wears dungarees and a short sleeve top, little black converse to match her sister but unable to handle the sensory nightmare of a hat. They look ready for the sun, and excited to be somewhere new.

Dove sleeps on your chest. “Easy isn’t the word I’d use,” you mumble, kissing her forehead. “Okay, what’s the next thing? Are we getting the shuttle?”

Steve checks his watch quickly. “It’s another ten minutes,” he says. “Is that okay?” He points at your harness. “Digging into your side?”

“It’s fine.” You bend with your arm behind Dove’s back, turning your smile on your sweethearts where they mill around their dad’s legs. “How do you guys feel now? So happy? I’m so happy we’re not on the plane, we can stretch our tired feet!”

“Yeah, mom!” Avery says.

“Can we have soda?” Bethie asks.

And okay, you promised them treats if they behaved on the plane, but you’re on vacation. It’s allowed.

“Yeah, baby, let’s go find you a coca cola before we get on the big bus!”

You don’t want to pay seventy cents for one can of coke, let alone three dollars for three, but everything will be free when you get to the resort, so what does it matter? Plus, Bethie really, really enjoys it. She beams at the fizzing and begs you to try it like she’s worried you’re missing out.

(It matters. You and Steve are raising three kids on one salary. All inclusive vacations are expensive. They all needed new clothes including you and Steve, clothes and haircuts and mini shampoos. But it genuinely won’t matter if they have a good time, and make good memories.)

“Right,” you say near the shuttle, “Avery, you hold mommy’s hand when we’re outside. Beth, you’ll hold daddy’s. No running, and try to be polite. Deal?”

Avery twines her fingers through yours, little tiny fingers to your fully grown ones. When she looks up at you, she’s practically a hundred percent Steve, his smile, his lovely demeanour, and his attitude too. “Duh, mom. That’s an easy deal.”

Steve ends up carrying Beth onto the shuttle, and off of it again at the resort. She’s in his arms from the lobby to the elevators and into your suite, but she wants promptly to be put down when Steve shows your two girls their room.

“Mom, there’s bears!” She gasps. “It’s Goldilocks!”

A huge storybook mural covers their walls and parts of their ceilings, their single beds outfitted with gossamer curtains on four posters and princess pink sheets. “There’s a castle!” Avery shouts.

“You okay?” Steve asks again.

You’re a little tired from Dove's restlessness the night before, but you’re happy you’re here. You nod without thinking twice about it.

“Okay.” He pulls you toward him. Careful, he unsnaps the buckles of Dove’s harness, loosening the cords that keep her tight to your body before pulling her out. She grizzles at being moved, and he pats her back deftly to settle her before it becomes a big cry. Then he’s cradling her one handed, loosening the straps of the carrier behind your back and taking it off of you with a kindness that softens you for the thousandth time. “There, that’s better. You look like you can breathe again.”

Steve puts his hand flat on your chest and rubs a line with his thumb. “That’s a nice smile,” he adds.

Okay, you think. Goner, total goner, you cover his hand with yours. From the girls’ bedroom you can hear the squeal of bed springs being jumped on and the zipper on someone’s mini backpack. “Can we have fruit snacks?” Avery shouts.

Steve’s hand moves to your neck, your face. He rubs your jawline with the tip of his thumb. “Do they have fruit snacks at the buffet?”

“They promised they’d have everything at the buffet.”

You sound exuberant. You are. It’s nice to be touched sweetly, and to be somewhere cool. This is the life you’d dreamed of making with him, and at the same time, you never could’ve summoned this image of him.

You can’t wait for him to take his shirt off by the pool. You’re gonna take a whole disposable’s worth of photos.

“You have nice arms,” you say, feigning absentmindedness.

“Thank you.” He’s looking at you funny. It reminds you of when you first started dating, he’d get these weird moments of smiling and not telling you what it is that’s so funny, which would always inspire insecurity, but has since been explained to be awe rather than disdain. He pulls Dove closer to his neck and more toward his side, offering his empty arm to you for a hug. “You have nice everything,” he says, kissing you quickly on the temple.

“We’re actually on vacation.”

It always seemed too daunting. The more kids you had, the scarier it seemed. But one day Avery must’ve seen a commercial on TV or heard it from one of the little girls at the park, and she’d strolled up to you to ask you about vacations and the beach and aeroplanes. You’d taken her and Beth to Lake Michigan a bunch of times, but nothing feels quite like this.

“Let’s hope it really feels like one,” Steve says.

“Especially for you,” you say.

Stay at home dad-ing is exhausting. You can’t imagine he wants to be the one in charge here too. You’re determined to pull your weight, even if he isn’t keen to let you, plans for secret lie-ins and well-researched playtime clubs at the resorts recreation centres. You’re not delusional, you know you can’t do this without him. Or perhaps you could, but you’d enjoy yourself a lot less. Either way, you’re wanting to have fun too, so he can take Dove from you and wrap his arm around you like he’s the one in charge for now. It feels nice to be doted on, better when he starts his fretting.

“Do you want to get changed before we take them down for dinner?” He backs away enough to see your face but not too much as to steal the warmth of his chest where it kisses your arm. “Showers? You need something to drink. Where’s the mini fridge?”

“Remember what we talked about?” you broach carefully. You have no intentions of patronising him, but it’s unfortunate he’s forgotten already. “Relax, honey. That’s what we said we were gonna do this week. You don’t have to make sure everyone is one hundred percent all the time. If I need something, I’ll tell you.”

“What sort of marriage do you think this is?” he asks, smiling playfully, his warm eyes betraying how happy he is even through his worry and facade.

“One where you kiss me like you miss me all the time,” you say.

“Oh, is that so?” He ducks down and aligns your lips, the corded muscle of his arm lean where it presses to your softer back. “What do you do?”

“Kiss back.”

He laughs into your lips, a smile pressed firmly to a smile.

“Daddy, can you help me ‘i my shoes?” Bethie asks.

Steve breathes in deep as you part, hugging you tight to his side. “Where are you gonna go without shoes?” he asks her, genuinely curious.

“To bed.”

“You want a nap?”

Bethie nods tiredly. “Planes are hard.”

“Yeah, bub, planes are tough. You don’t wanna go have dinner first?”

She shakes her head tiredly. It’s the first hurdle of your vacation, but it’s not a terribly hard one to navigate.

“There’s gotta be some sort of snack in the fridge, right?” he asks.

Family nap time commences just as soon as Avery’s eaten her fill of mini sandwiches. You sleep like a baby under Steve’s arm, at least until the real baby rouses for another bottle.

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wandasfifthwife · 7 days

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make you mine ✩‧₊˚

— hockey!wanda x afab!reader

after finding out that your girlfriend has been fucking you with the strap she’s used on her one night stands the past, you make her buy a new one. when she comes home with the new strap you can’t help but to claim it—and her—as yours

tw: SMUT MDNI, established relationship, top!wanda, bottom!reader, Wanda’s strap is referred to as her dick/cock, strap (r receiving), strength/muscles kink, r’s needy, bondage (w), jealous!reader, wanda used to be a player, packing (w), R sounds a bit possessive, overstim if you squint, NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: here’s that strap fic 🤭

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Jealousy’s a funny thing. It’s been settled within you since Wanda came forth with her past, confessing that she used to take girl after girl between her sheets. It was only last night that you met one of them, a curse of living in a smaller town.

A stranger had wondered up while you two were at dinner, asking how Wanda’s been doing. You had stared while Wanda was doing her best to shoo her off, trying not to be too rude. It’s weird to think that this stranger was under Wanda at some point, maybe Wanda even liked her too.

You never found out with how fast Wanda would shut the conversation down, stating it’s apart of the past and knowing what happened would only hurt you. You know she was right, but curiosity eats away at you. How many girls did she bring to bed, and did she ask any of them back, or were any of them good in bed? She kept silent.

The only thing she answered was about whether or not the strap she uses to fuck you was the same one she used with them. You found out that it was, and your reaction was expected. The question came at an inconvenient time, but what you two were doing triggered the thought. You had mumbled it against her lips, hips grinding down onto her thigh. She looked almost nervous when you froze, pulling away from her.

“Until you get a new once, you’re not allowed to touch me,” you said, climbing off her bed. Her reaction was imminent, already setting off the next day to buy one, sending you a text you when she had. Your arms were wrapped around her neck when she came back, pulling her body on yours until you two fell back into the wall.

“Mm, love wait—“

You couldn’t. Your lips had moved back on hers, arms locked around her in hopes to keep her there. She couldn’t either, finding herself engaging in the kiss until you were breathless. Keeping you in that state was the only way she was able to get her words across.

She asked you to jump, hands moving to hold under your legs when you do, wrapping your legs around her waist. She throws you down into the bed, smiling at the gasp leaving you. Your hands grab at hers when you notice how they’ve begun to undo her pants, holding them together.

“I want to,” you ask.

“Want to what?”

“Ride.”

With her help she finds herself on her back, gaze lovingly taking in the sight of you on her. Her legs were propped up, giving you someplace to lean back on. You were a sight to see, hips grinding down onto her clothed length, shivering when it rubbed against your clit.

“It’s big,” you whisper, whining right after you press it into your entrance as far as it’ll go. Wanda leans a bit to mouth at your neck, knowing where to kiss to get a reaction out of you.

“Take these off,” she says into your neck, fingers slipping under your pants to slide them off. You help, lifting your legs to help her slide them off. They come right back to rest on your waist, hovering over your underwear but you hold them still, “no.”

She raises an eyebrow, “no?

You reach into her desk drawer, holding back a smile at the amusement on her face when you pull out a line of rope.

“How long has that been in there?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t found it.”

“So, a long time?”

You shush her, fingers sliding up her arms, guiding them together above her head. Once her shirts been removed, settled somewhere in her room, you’ve begun to tie it like you’ve been practicing. The material is thin, but a bit scratchy against her skin.

“Why’d you choose a light material? I can just break through these.”

She finds your eyes, growing needy herself seeing how her question has your eyes turning glossy, “yeah, that’s the point.”

She’s left bare under you, watching you slide her length between your folds, effectively wetting it. It was fun to watch how her arms jerked, itching to hold you like she usually does. She does good, arms kept above her despite everything in her wanting to break the rope.

“You got this for me?”

“All for you, just you.”

Her words set off a switch in you. Wanda’s hands have found themselves reaching behind her, fingers holding tight against the headboard as she watching you press each inch of her into you. It’s bigger than her other one, pushing your walls out wider than what you’ve grown used to, but it’s perfect.

The wetness grows between your thighs helping to ease the tension and allow you to guide her size through into you easier. You take it all greedily, clenching tight around her once you’ve settled down completely.

“Has a girl done this with you before,” you mutter, breathing heavier at the sight of how Wanda looks under you.

“No, no I’ve never—no.”

She almost moans at the whimper you let out as you move your hips with her still inside to spell out your name—both of your minds feeling floaty after your ministrations.

“Then this dick’s all mine.”

Wanda whines, head tilting back and hitting the headboard, a plea spilling from her lips as you begin to set a slow pace. The room is silent except for your gasps and the sounds of her strap thrusting into your wet cunt with the rhythm you’ve set.

You’ve got a hand sprawled on her stomach, using that and the other you have on her knee to move your body on top of hers. The position at which you’re slamming your hips down adds friction onto Wanda’s, building pleasure in her own body every time you snap your hips down.

“Fuck,” you cry, “you-oh!”

She’s never seen you like this, pushing your hips back on hers with more speed each time, whining nonsense in her ear except for one word—mine.

“‘m close,” you say, tone whiney and airy, “I’m close—ah! So close.”

The second she sees your back check arch and mouth drop open in a silent cry, she’s snapping the band to flip you on your back.

She’s pushing into you faster than the pace you had started, enjoying every sound that escapes with each thrust.

“Ah! Ah!—please, don’t stop,” you grip her back, wincing a bit when she circles your clit.

“Say it again.”

“This cock is mine—mn!”

She hums, “and?”

“You’re mine.”

She angles her hips, smiling when she finds your spot immediately. You curse, coming again around her strap, drenching it and the sheets below you.

“That was hot,” Wanda says from on top, body laid on yours. You welcome it, hugging her close and enjoying the added weight.

“Can we take a bath tonight? I don’t feel like standing.”

“Don’t feel like it, or you can’t?”

You ignore it, “so bath?”

“Sure, only if you answer my question.”

“No.”

She laughs at how frustrated your face looks, the pout drawing no sympathy from her as she lifts you off the bed with no difficulty. The bath water is run warm, you can feel it relax your muscles as you lower yourself into the water. Her skin’s smooth, and nice to lean back against, cheek falling onto her shoulder.

“You haven’t answered it still.”

“Because you already know the answer.”

“Do I?”

You have your eyes shut but if you could you’d roll your eyes at her, “okay, I can’t. Ask one more question and you won’t be able to touch me for a week.”

“I probably can’t anyways because I don’t want to make your limp any worse.”

“Hate you.”

“Hm, but I love you,” she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, smile growing when you turn your face to kiss her properly.

“Love you too,” you say, feeling special knowing no one before you was ever able to do so.

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quizzicalwriter · 5 months

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can u plsss do smut dallas x reader where he ties a vibrator to you? thank uuuu

Torment

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dallas had never been one for toys, but your cute pleading may have swayed him - maybe.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Porn with very little plot. Kissing, touching, fingering, rough sex, titty attention, toys. A whole lotta stuff.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 3.7k

Curiosity had always been your weak point, pure stupid curiosity. It’d wound you and Dallas up in your fair share of odd and semi-expensive situations; one he’d never let you live down being the impromptu visit to a restaurant in the middle of town, the very place where you’d spit your food into your napkin and pouted at the shitty quality until Dallas relented and drove you to a nearby hole-in-the-wall diner that served way better food for half the price.

Sometimes, to your benefit, your curiosity led you to funny or pleasurable paths - which was the main contender for why Dallas could never turn you down, that and your pout worked on him better than an offer of a cigarette. That said pout was exactly how you wound up in the passenger side of Buck’s T-Bird, humming absentmindedly to whatever song buzzed across the static-ridden radio during your thirty-minute drive into the center of town.

“I suppose I’m buying this thing?” Dallas asked around his cigarette, eyes half-squinted from the blaring overhead sun. You smiled over at him, bright smile and all as you nodded. He shook his head through a laugh, removing his cigarette from between his lips to rid the end of its built-up ash. “It better be worth the money.”

You knew it would be, how could it not? You and Dallas were fairly adventurous in bed, so when you prompted the idea of including a ‘toy’ into your time beneath the sheets he was naturally curious himself - until he heard the price. You’d ended up begging, peppering his still-tired face with small kisses until he relented and pushed your face away with a grunted-out laugh.

That’s how you got him to drive you nearly forty minutes into the town over, the only town that had a sex toy store. It was still new, something that wasn’t relatively talked about, but your friends had been raving about the thing and you couldn’t help but want one of your own. You’d promised Dallas that you two could try it out as soon as you’d gotten back to his apartment, something that noticeably excited him, his excitement made ever so apparent by the subtle bulge against the denim of his jeans.

If there was one thing you were eternally grateful for when it came to Dallas, it was his nonchalant nature. You’d seen the man trip and bust his ass right outside of a grocery store, only to get up and pick up his cigarette and continue walking off as if nothing had happened - that and he’d done his fair share of voicing his foul-mouthed opinions loud enough for the damn neighbor to hear. In all honesty, you didn’t think he could care what others thought of him. You admired him for it.

It certainly came in handy when he pulled into the semi-vacant parking lot, right outside the store that overtly advertised what it sold indoors. Sex toys; vibrators, dildos, lube - everything you could need and more, and by God did everyone and their grandmother watch as you two exited the car. Dallas smiled over his shoulder, flicking his now-dead cigarette to the asphalt below before snubbing it out with his heel. His arm hooked around your waist, escorting you inside and away from prying eyes.

“Hello!” Sounded an employee from behind the counter, a very kind-looking older woman, someone you wouldn’t have expected to work in such a store. “Do you two need any help?”

Dallas waved her off with a small smile, leading you through the aisles as his eyes drifted over the various items. You could feel yourself flush, despite there being nobody else in the store besides you three, you couldn’t help but feel bashful over it - especially when Dallas loudly laughed as you both passed an aisle that had nothing but pornographic movies. Very, very lewdly labeled pornographic movies.

“Should we get one?” He joked, smiling over at you as he picked up a box, waving it like he’d just scored something worth hundreds of dollars. You scoffed out a laugh, pushing his hand down with a giggled, “Put that away, Dal.”

It didn’t take long to find the aisle that seemed to be dedicated to vibrators, they ranged from all sizes, from pinkie length to nearly a foot. You knew exactly which one you’d come for, the infamous body wand. It was a hefty thing, the box as long as your forearm. Dallas looked over to you, raising his eyebrows as you held the box to your chest.

“You want that one?” He asked, hand reaching behind himself to grab his wallet. You smiled, nodding as you rocked forward onto your toes. He sighed out a laugh, free hand moving to the small of your back as he guided you toward the front of the store.

You’d hardly placed the box down on the front counter before the woman gasped, a bright smile on her face as she rang up your purchase with a hushed, “I’ve sold so many of those! Nearly twenty this week alone!”

The words made you laugh, the two of you exchanging pleasantries until you and Dallas left the store, merchandise hidden in a discreet brown paper bag. As you situated yourself in the passenger side seat, you peeked into the bag, reading over the claims that’d been etched into the side of the box. The reviews alone had you giddy to try it out, thighs clenching together in excitement as Dallas started the car, peeling out of the parking lot less than a second later.

“How’s that thing work anyhow?” Dallas asked, eyebrows furrowed together as he looked between you and the road. You shrugged, freeing the box from the paper bag before twisting the package around, face flushing slightly at the look of the thing.

“Says you plug it in,” you mumbled, eyes squinting as you read the finer print near the edge of the box. “Plug in and enjoy, that’s all it says.”

Dallas choked back a snort at the instructions, eyebrows lifting in both amusement and intrigue as he pulled down his street. It was only four in the afternoon, so Buck’s bar would surely have quite a few people in attendance. It’d never stopped you two before and Buck sure as hell never complained, not that he had any right to, you and Dallas had heard your fair share of Buck’s lady friends he kept well into three in the morning.

The air felt charged around you as Dallas pulled into the half-filled parking lot, his eyes flickering over to you with every chance he could grab. You couldn’t ignore the budding arousal and excitement settling heavy in your stomach, each step toward the bar leaving your legs feeling weak beneath you. Your heart thudded in your chest, hard enough to be felt in your throat as Dallas’s hand pressed against the small of your back, gently guiding you through the bar and toward the back steps.

Neither of you stopped to greet anyone, but luckily for you both everyone was either inebriated or caught up in a game of pool or poker. By the time you reached Dallas’s room, your underwear were slick to your cunt, soaked in your arousal. You kicked your shoes off, tossing the paper bag onto his bed as Dallas closed the door behind you.

“Nervous?” He asked, noticing your jittery behavior as he moved behind you. You huffed, trying to hide your feelings but failing miserably. Dallas only hummed, brushing your hair back from your neck, leaning down a fraction to press delicate kisses along the curve of your throat.

You brought your hand up and behind you, threading your fingers through his thick hair as he kissed and nipped at your neck, his hands working on unbuttoning your jeans. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, giving him full access to your throat as he pushed your jeans down your thighs. You did the rest, kicking the denim to the floor along with your soaked underwear.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, pulling away only to pull your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely nude while he remained dressed.

You obeyed, hurrying over to his bed as fast as your feet would carry you. The bag sat toward the end of the bed, soon lifted and opened by Dallas who tossed the bag over his shoulder, attention focused solely on the semi-heavy box in his hands. You crossed your legs, shifting your hips in anticipation as he took out the body wand.

You’d been right in the car, there were no other needed instructions besides plugging it in. Dallas gave you a brief smile, moving beside the bed to plug the body wand into the wall outlet. The cord connecting the wand to the outlet was relatively long, long enough for you to use it comfortably on the bed - or for Dallas to use it on you.

He situated himself behind you, helping you to lean back against his chest. His warmth radiated through his clothing, calming you immensely as you settled back against him. The coolness of the body wand startled you as Dallas rested it against your thigh. He didn’t seem intent on using it on you just then.

His hands brushed over your body, fingertips trailing over your stomach, down your hips, and onto your thighs. Each touch was followed by a shiver on your part, your arousal thick enough to leave you shaking, desperate for some form of attention to your eager cunt.

Sensing your desperation, his right hand dipped between your thighs, touch featherlight against your soaked folds. Your hips bucked, a mumbled plea for more leaving you as he grazed his index finger over your clit.

Your plea was not met with mercy, instead, Dallas pulled his hand back, his touch drifting upward to your breasts. His lips met the nape of your neck, kisses slow and methodical as he kneaded your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

“You can wait,” he whispered.

You weren’t sure you could, your cunt clenched around nothing and dripped cum onto the bedspread beneath you. A heavy pang of need throbbed between your thighs, clit aching with each leisurely touch of his hands, focusing everywhere except where you needed him most.

Just when you thought you’d sob from the torment, his right hand moved back between your thighs, finding your cunt drenched in your juices. You could feel him smile against the nape of your neck, a breathy laugh leaving him as he circled your clit.

The soft pads of his fingers against your clit moved in slow, deliberate circles. His lips were hot, leaving lingering kisses along your throat as your head lulled back against his shoulder, giving yourself over to the ecstasy he gave freely. His free hand continued gently kneading the soft flesh of your breast in tandem with his fingers. His thumb and forefinger gently tweaked your nipple, the other hand busying itself swirling around your clit. Your hips bucked up into his touch, desperate for some form of release as his fingers glistened with your arousal. Instead of relief, he gave you cruelty, removing his fingers from your aching cunt with a click of his tongue against his teeth.

“So desperate,” He cooed, tone ever so condescending. The cruel words went straight to your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing as he watched on in lust-riddled amazement. Your back arched from his chest, unable to do anything further with the position he’d put you in. Laughter rumbled in his chest, the noise making you pout as your eyes batted open to look at him. He feigned a pout, bringing his hand up to cup your chin with a soft, “Poor thing.”

Only when you felt tears lining your vision did he relent, resuming the same featherlight touches against your throbbing clit. It felt perfect, almost enough to bring you to the brink of an orgasm – but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge. A desperate whine fell from your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you begged yourself not to cry over being fingered – it felt stupid, but in your orgasm-deprived mind you were certain you’d go insane if he didn’t let you cum.

With a kiss against your shoulder, he curled his middle and ring finger into you, fingers meeting no resistance as he pushed them up against a spot within you that had your knees bending, thighs clenching together in a silent plea for him to never remove his fingers from your cunt. You could feel him smile against your skin, his thumb brushing against your clit as he slowly pumped his fingers into you, the lewd sound of your cum coating his fingers echoing throughout the room. He could feel you holding back, the way your eyebrows would scrunch together, how your breath caught in your throat, all for a soft, nearly inaudible whine to fall past your parted lips.

“Let them hear you,” he urged, tone nearly pleading. “Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

Dallas wasn’t one to beg, yet the way he spoke conveyed the desperation he poorly concealed underneath his reserved facade. You could only nod as his tempo increased, fingers slicking in and out of your cunt at a pace that left you delirious. Your head rolled back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as moans fell from you, pleas for him to go faster, harder – neither you were sure you wanted, but you needed him and everything he could give you.

He obliged.

“That’s it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your temple as he pumped his fingers into you. “Can feel you clenching around my fingers, doll.”

His crude words pulled another moan from you, one that caught in your throat as your hips rocked with the thrust of his fingers. His other arm hooked around your waist, keeping you pulled back against him as his hand worked between your legs, expertly bringing you to the cusp of your orgasm. Your thighs began to shake, calves tensing as he pushed his fingers deeper into you, the heel of his palm bumping rhythmically into your clit. Your arm moved up to encircle the back of his neck as you buried your face into his throat, moans and whimpers of his name tumbling past your lips like a broken prayer. Before you could register the feeling, you were coming undone around his fingers, cunt pulsing around the thick digits as your voice broke off into a silent scream. You could feel your cum coating his fingers, gushing out of you and onto the bedsheets below. He whispered words of praise, still fucking his fingers into you throughout the throes of your orgasm, not bothering to slow down an inch until your thighs were twitching against the soaked bedsheets.

Your cunt twitched with oversensitivity as he removed his fingers, bringing the wet digits up to your lips. You took them without objection, breath labored as you sucked them clean. He groaned at the feeling, your tongue laving the underside of his fingers as you stared up at him, expression the picture of fucked out.

He slowly lowered his hand from your face, your lips glistening with saliva and cum. He couldn’t help but lean in, capturing you in a wet kiss as his hips rocked against your ass. The subtle friction pulled a grunt from him, his brows furrowing as his hold around your middle tightened. He could taste you on his tongue as he pulled away.

“Lean forward,” he instructed, words barely audible over his heaving breaths. You obeyed, looking over your shoulder toward him as you bent over a nearby pillow, your hips comfortably resting against the fabric. He moved from behind you, sorting through the bedsheets, cursing under his breath until he found what he’d been looking for. You watched; curiosity peaked as he moved to sit down beside you. He smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead with a hushed, “Can’t let my money go to waste.”

His hand guided your hip up, nestling the head of the vibrator against your cunt, just above your clit. With a kiss on your shoulder, he helped you settle back down against the pillow, pushing the vibrator flush with your skin. The metallic clang of his belt buckle hitting the floor and the subtle sound of his zipper being undone followed. You arched your back, face pushed to the soft bedding beneath you. He hummed at the sight, right hand grasping your hip tight as the other trailed the back of his fingers along your folds, the touch causing your hips to quiver.

His arm looped around your middle, hand fumbling with the base of the wand until it buzzed to life, the sudden vibration pulling a yelp from you as your hips jerked away from the sensation. You’d thought you were no longer sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the vibrator pulled that confidence right out from under you. Dallas only stifled a laugh, his hand moving to the small of your back where he pressed down, forcing you flush with the vibrator. A broken moan fell from your lips as your hands grasped at the tangled bedsheets, knuckles white as the large silicone head of the vibrator shuddered against your clit.

“You’re alright,” Dallas taunted, right hand still steady on your hip as he pumped himself with his left, thumb swiping over his tip. You could hardly focus on the lascivious moans coming from Dallas due to the intense vibration of the body wand. He pushed your legs farther apart with his knee, shifting himself behind you until his thighs were flush with the plush of your ass. He swiped his tip along your folds, gathering your slick cum against himself before stroking it down his shaft.

Your cunt twitched, clenching around nothing in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into you, easing in each inch. The moan that came from you once he’d bottomed out was near pornographic, with pure relief and ecstasy flooding your veins before he’d even had the chance to rock his hips. You pushed back into him, the movement earning you a groan as he grabbed at your hips, stopping you from moving any further.

“Wait,” he ordered, tone strained. You’d half a mind to disregard his words, but the steady pulse of his cock inside of you rendered you obedient, mindlessly whining into the warm bedsheets as you waited for him to move. Only when your breathing settled did he pull out, slowly pushing himself back in after – repeating those movements until your hips were rutting into the vibrator beneath you.

You could feel your cunt stretching around his cock, desperately trying to accommodate his addictive size as he pushed into you, each thrust being paired with a choked-back grunt from Dallas. His fingers dug into your skin as he quickened his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing throughout his bedroom. His hold on your hips grew tighter with each thrust, effectively keeping you cemented to the bed and the vibrator beneath you.

The tip of his cock pushed against your cervix, leaving you clenching around him whenever he’d pull out, your cum leaving a veneer against his shaft, steadily dripping down his body and onto the bedsheets below. The vibration of the body wand thrummed against your clit, your hands tightening their grasp on the bedsheets as you felt your orgasm building in your lower stomach. Each thrust of his hips left you breathless, the position causing him to hit impossibly deep inside of you.

He could feel you clenching around him, the sound of your moans picking up an octave, your hips involuntarily rutting back to meet his thrusts. His hands moved from your hips to the small of your back, pushing you flush with the pillow and vibrator beneath you as he slammed into you. The pace was brutal, small whines forced from your lungs as he stretched you again and again – hitting that same spot within you that sprung pleasure-fueled tears to your eyes. You were left sobbing into the bedding, hands moving behind you to grasp aimlessly at his body as you came undone around his cock.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, not slowing his pace in the slightest as you gushed around his cock, soaking the bedsheets along with the pillow beneath you. Your eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you through your orgasm, the pleasure soon giving way to mind-numbing oversensitivity. A low laugh reverberated within his chest at your fucked-out state, his hand moved to cup your jaw as he rutted into you with a groaned, “You take me so good, so fucking good.”

All you could manage was a broken-off moan of his name at the words, cunt squeezing around him. He buried his face into your shoulder, choking back moans of his own as he pumped you full of his cum. You let your head fall forward into the bedding, heavy pants muffled by the sheets, hips lifting yourself away from the persistent vibration of the body wand below you. As if reading your mind, his arm hooked around your stomach, shutting off the body wand a second later before pushing it to the floor. He rested back down against you, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders and along the nape of your neck, only pulling out when his cock had finally stopped twitching inside of your cunt.

“Did so good,” he whispered, hand smoothing up the curve of your back as he rested back on his knees. “So good, doll.”

You hummed, the best response you could manage in your current state. He chuckled, swatting your ass before moving from the bed. You didn’t bother watching where he went, knowing him well enough to know he’d disappeared into the bathroom. Only a moment had passed before you felt the bed dip beside you, followed by the coolness of a wet washcloth against you as he cleaned you up. Once he’d cleaned himself, he hooked an arm around your middle, pulling your back flush to his chest, his free hand moving up to wipe your damp hair from your face.

“You alright?” He asked, words so quiet you’d hardly heard him. You tilted your head back, meeting his gaze with a tired smile and nod. He returned your smile, pressing a kiss to your temple as you resituated yourself against him.

“Definitely worth it.”

A/N: I had to research 70s sex toys for this. Because if Dallas didn’t have the whole gunshot ordeal he would’ve lived to see the 70s and the rise of sexual liberation - and by golly gee were there a LOT of sex toys. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this one! I don’t write rough smut too often so I hope I did this one good. I appreciate all the love and support you guys show my work, more than you know! You can find all my work over on my AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.” Thank you again!

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bedsyandco · 11 months

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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

❥ — ꒰ pairing ꒱ fem!reader x jack hughes

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ in which you have reservations about Jack and he proves you wrong.

❥ — ꒰ content ꒱ has some suggestive language? but no smut

❥ — ꒰ note ꒱ first jack fic! as always feedback is appreciated!!

❥ — ꒰ word count ꒱ 0.67K

The first time you met Jack was at a party in a bar that was hosted by a mutual friend. You had of course known who he was, since he had quite the reputation, especially when it came to women, you didn’t really have any intention of interacting with him.

It wasn’t that you judged him for his choices, hell you’ve had your own fair share of hookups but you had no intention of becoming another name on a long list of girls who had their hearts broken by Jack Hughes.

Jack had the complete opposite thought process, from the moment he laid his eyes on you, he wanted to know who you were. Which is exactly why he kept an eye out for you all night while working up the courage to approach you.

“Hey,” he says as he takes a seat next to you at the bar.

“Hi,” you reply, swirling the ice in your empty glass.

“I’m Jack,” he says, holding out his hand.

“Yn,” you say and shake his hand.

“Can I buy you another drink?” he asks

“Uh no, I think I’m done drinking for the night, but thanks for the offer,” you attempt to shoot him down.

“You wanna dance with me?” he asks

“You don’t look like a dancer,” you say teasingly

“No? Give me a chance to prove you wrong,” he retorts with a little smirk and you feel that sentence may be relevant to more than just dancing.

So your feet move to the dance floor tugging him along, giving him the chance to prove you wrong, and hoping he does.

~ 5 months later ~

You wake up to soft kisses being pressed to your back.

“Morning,” you hear Jack’s raspy voice say

“Good morning,” you whisper back turning around to face him

“Sleep well?” he asks kissing you cheek

“Mmhmm,” you hum pulling the sheets up to hide your naked body.

Jack trails kisses from your cheek down to your neck, and then your collarbone.

“Stop, what time is it?” you giggle lifting your head to look at the clock on his bedside table.

“Who cares, it’s Saturday, you don’t have work, I’m off. We can spend the whole day here.” he says removing the sheets and trailing kisses down your stomach.

You tug at his hair to stop his movements and he smiles sheepishly at you, moving back up to kiss your lips.

“Come home with me this summer,” he says

“What?” you ask in shock. You and Jack had entered a casual friends with benefits relationship these past few months. Despite you staying over most nights, and you guys going out for dinner a few times a month, you still know where the lines are drawn. And going home with Jack for the summer crosses those lines.

“What? I can’t want my friend to come home with me for the summer? I’ve practically spent everyday these last 5 months with you, is it so bad that I don’t wanna go without you that long? Besides you’re gonna love the lake house,” he says

“What are you gonna tell everyone? That you’re bringing the girl you occasionally sleep with home?” you ask

“Well first of all, it’s not really occasionally, it’s pretty much every day,” he says and you hit him on the head.

“Jack!” you say and he starts laughing

“I’m kidding! Well I mean it’s the truth but that’s not the point. I’m bringing a friend, that’s all they need to know. And that you’re off limits, cause God knows Trevor’s gonna try to flirt with you. Besides what I do in my bedroom is my business. It has nothing to do with them.” he says kissing the palm of the hand that was tracing his face.

“So?” Jack asks and you sigh

“You’re gonna have to come shopping with me for new bikinis” you say and his eyes light up

“If you’re gonna model them for me, we have a deal.” he says and you shake your head laughing.

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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Very tight places - Kinktober 3

Summary: You're stuck with a soulless Sam again.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Amnesia

Square 6 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Dirty Talk

Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, cheating (kinda), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal sex, creampie, claustrophilia, blasphemie

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Claustrophilia

Words:

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2)

Six months later you are still hunting with Dean and Sam. You didn’t want to leave the elder Winchester alone with his soulless brother.

Who are you trying to kid? The ugly and embarrassing truth is, that you can’t stay away from Sam for too long.

He’s intoxicating. You’re high on him, and the way he fucks you. If you had an ounce of dignity left, you’d tell the bastard to fuck off. But you are too far gone to care.

Most nights, you let him do unspeakable things to you. Dean stumbled in on you and his brother, calling you sick more than once. He wrinkles his nose anytime Sam gropes you in front of his brother.

Sam has no filter. In any way. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t care if you are in the middle of a case, at a hospital, or buying groceries. Sam wants you, and he gets you.

Anytime. Anywhere.

“Sam, what are we doing here, dressed in the cheapest costumes we could find,” you grumble as Sam decides you must play nun and priest to solve your latest case.

Dean is out and about to find Death. Not to die this time, but to convince Death himself to help him get Sam’s soul back.

Sam is not amused. He wants to stay like this. New and improved. Deadly, focused, and with a sexual appetite making even Dean blush.

“I look ridiculous. They will not believe I’m a nun.” Glancing around the almost empty church you sigh. At least there are not many people around to witness your poor performance.

“Why?” Sam resists the urge to grope your ass. Seeing you in your nun costume got him rock-hard. If not for the case he wants to solve, he’d have you bent over the altar already. “We look just the same as the priest I knocked out to get his clothes.”

“You did what?” you stop in your tracks to gape at Sam. “Please tell me you didn’t knock a priest out, Samuel Winchester. I don’t want to go to hell only because you have no impulse control.”

Sam smirks darkly. “You are so cute when mad,” he dips his head to whisper, “not so cute while you writhe on my fat cock. You’re a whore, not a saint. I know how you like it. Dirty and rough.”

“Sam, can you for once not think about your dick?” You growl. “We still need to find the monster killing the people at the church. Sadly, the only witness still suffers from amnesia.”

“That’s where you come in,” Sam purrs. “I didn’t want you to wear this iconic tunic only for fun. You are the one taking Sister Margaret’s place. You’ll fit in just fine.”

“I don’t want to play the next victim for the monster. Which by the way, you still didn’t identify, Sam. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last night at the bar with that blonde,” you snap at the hunter. You don’t give a shit if your blow your cover. Sam won’t get away with treating you like a random bitch he can fuck and leave afterward.

“Y/N, be honest with me,” he chuckles at your angry expression, “are you jealous because you are in love with me?“

“You wish,” you walk away, too angry to be around Sam today. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Sam and you spent the last months together. Most of the time in the sheets. But last night, he told you to leave and didn’t return until early in the morning.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” Sam mocks you. “I know you love me. You draw hearts and imagine walking down the aisle while I wait for you to give you the ring.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you turn back around to snap at Sam. “I can’t wait for Dean to get your soul back. The moment you have it back, I’m gone. Don’t believe I stuck around for you and your limp dick. I did it for Dean because he’s a good man. Always was.”

“You want my brother?” His features darken, and you can see the change in Sam’s eyes. You take a step back. You know the look in his eyes. It’s the same one you see when he’s about to attack a monster. “Well, too bad. He can’t have you.”

“He can have me if he wants me.” It’s your turn to pay Sam back for all the times you asked yourself if he’s with some other girl. “Just like you had that pretty little thing last night.”

Sam snorts. “She was boring and wanted to go on a date first.” He casually says. As if this excuses his behavior, and how he treated you last night. “Come. I show you something nice.”

“Sam, I’m not in the mood for one of your games. Let’s just solve this case and we can go our separate ways. I stuck around far longer than I intended to.” You huff as Sam once again, ignores your protests. He grabs you by your arm and drags you toward the confession booth.

“Sam! What are you doing?”

“Shush now, I saw someone,” he pushes you inside the booth and closes the door behind him. You gulp. You’re stuck in a tight place with Sam again. “Do you have your gun?”

“What kind of question is that Winchester? I’m not an idiot!”

“Good. Stay in here and wait for me,” he turns around to look at you. Something flashes in his eyes before he turns around to leave the booth. Not without telling you to lock it, though…

You’re gnawing at your nails. Sam left you at the confession booth half an hour ago, and now you don’t know if you left the booth to help him or not.

You press your ear to the door, listening to your breathing. There is not a sound, and you wonder if Sam messed with you and just left the church.

“Open the door,” Sam knocks at the door, “now.”

“Fuck, Winchester,” you curse, but unlock the door to drag Sam inside. He closes it behind him once again and releases an annoyed huff as you check him for injuries.

“You can't wait to put your hands on me again, huh?” Sam turns around to look you up and down. “You know,” he licks his lips. His large hands shoot toward your face to cradle it for a moment, “I think you should confess your sins to me, my dear.”

“I said I’m not in the mood for one of your games,” you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you leave me in here, all alone? Did you find the monster?”

“I fucked the nuns and gave them a good spanking,” Sam deadpans. “What do you think I did? I kept you safe. The monster wasn’t here. We will find them, though.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And you are still my whore. My brother can’t have you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I would,” he chuckles as you claw at the hand holding your throat in a tight grip. “OR maybe I should remind you of your worth. Turn around, lift your tunic, sister. I want to see your cunt.”

“No.”

“Do it or I swear I’ll drag you out of here and fuck you on the altar like I wanted to,” he warns. You know Sam is not joking. If you don’t do as he says, he’ll drag you out and have his way with you on the altar.

He drops his hand from your throat, smirking as you slowly turn around. You shove the black tunic up your body to reveal your ass to him.

“I hate you so much.”

“No panties,” Sam moves his hand between your legs to find you dripping for him. “you’re such a whore for me. I can’t believe I found someone like you.”

You should knee his balls and just leave him there. Instead, you press your hands against the wooden wall and brace yourself for Sam’s massive cock. He’s not a fan of foreplay when he’s like that.

“My whore.” He runs his large hand over your back, down to your ass. “Look at you, ready to have my cock. I think I’ll go for your ass today.”

You suck in a breath. It’s always a struggle to take him up your ass. Especially when he’s impatient.

“Here?”

“Aw, my little cockslut loves having me up her ass, huh?” His pants drop to the ground before you can even choke out a moan. Sam is on you in a blink. One hand moves between your legs to slap your pussy. “Answer me!”

“YES!”

“Louder!”

“I love your cock up my ass,” he slaps your pussylips again, and again until your tender flesh throbs and you soak his hand. “I want to feel it all the time.”

“Beg me,” he slings his arm around your throat. “Y/N, I’m not asking,” Sam growls in your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please give me your cock, Father Winchester,” he bends your body to his will and rams himself inside of your leaking cunt.

“Fuck,” Sam is not gentle. All he gives you is his free hand between your legs to toy with your clit. He snaps his hips into your ass, making you cry out with every deep thrust. “I love it when cry a little.”

“Ass-hole,” you press your hands hard against the wooden wall. “I hate you so much.”

Sam doesn’t care about your words, or that you soak his cock only a few thrusts later. He batters your cunt, hoping to force another orgasm out of you to make you see that only he can fulfill your desires.

“You make the sweetest noises when I fuck you,” he nips at your earlobe, teeth sinking in your flesh to tug at it. You moan and push back onto him. Sam knows exactly which buttons he must push to get what he wants. “I’m going to fill this cunt up again.”

You hiss his name when your body sizes up. You tremble in his arms and close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. When he fucks you like this, from behind you can pretend it’s the real Sam, not the broken version of the hunter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, Y/N. I’ll never let you go,” his words a more threat than a promise. His hips begin to stutter. “Open that pussy for me, take my cum…”

You don’t know how you made it out of the church without getting caught. Sam’s cum ran down your thighs as he dragged you out of the place you stained with your sins.

Back at the motel, you try to make him talk to you. Sam sits across you, just staring at you.

“Sam, we still need to find the monster.” You sigh as he ignores you. “SAM! The monster.”

“It was a hoax,” he shrugs and drops his eyes to your legs. “I wanted to fuck you at a church in a confession booth.”

“There is no monster?” Your jaw drops. “You drove to the middle of nowhere, and forced me to wear a nun costume only for sex.”

“Roleplay, kitten. It’s essential to keep my dick hard.” He watches you squirm on the bed. “Be good and spread your legs. Let me see your tainted cunt.”

“Sam…can you just not be so crass all the time?”

“I said,” he gets up from his seat to stand in front of your bed, “spread your legs and show me your well-fucked and cum stained cunt.”

“Fine,” you fall back onto the bed and spread your legs. “Satisfied.”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” he unbuckles his belt with one hand and shoves his pants down his legs. “I think you need more cum in your pussy…”

“Please tell me you got him out,” Dean looks at Death.

“I got his soul, and we should hurry but,” Death looks Dean straight in the eyes, “I must warn you. This soul got ripped apart, and there is not much left of the brother you knew…

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catherinnn · 11 months

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Thigh High Boots

request: @kellyxo1 asked "Idk if its weird it just popped into my head but maybe a eddie x reader where hes been busy with his campain and paying no attention to reader and she teases him with wearing thigh high boots and nothing else and she teases him and they make love"

warnings: SMUT +18, p in v, oral (f), fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cursing, not proofread sorry :)

words: 2k

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“Baby, I’m back!” you shout from the door closing it.

“Hey” he says without taking his eyes off the sheet of paper he’s writing and drawing on.

“You’re still with that?” you complain.

He has spent the entire afternoon writing the new campaign. He was having a hard time with his creativity and imagination lately. He couldn’t think of anything, nothing that was good enough. You were gone for a couple of hours to help Robin buy a new outfit to wear for a date she has —and you bought something for yourself too while you were there.

“Yeah, I had to start again” he quickly answers. It was the truth though, at first he started with something, but as he read it again, he realized it was too basic, he had definitely wrote something similar before. So he threw that away and forced himself to keep thinking until he got something good. He started with a new idea, but he still was having a hard time. He had to finish it though, the campaign was in three days.

“Eds, you’ve been with that all day” you complain again.

“Shh, wait, wait” he lift a hand making a stop sing so he could keep writing.

Your eyes widened at this attitude, you were clearly bothering him. He kept writing, completely ignoring you. You sigh and walk away thinking of what you could do.

More time passes, maybe half an hour, and he still didn’t even lift his head from the paper. You could see his frown or his stressed expression, cursing under his breath or mumbling something to then write it on the paper in front of him.

You sigh louder. Nothing.

You get into the bathroom with what you bought. Closing the door and opening the box inside the bag, you take out your new thigh high boots. Black, leather, shiny.

You have had your eye on them for a while, and when Robin asked you to come shopping with her you had your opportunity to finally purchase them. You came home exited to try them on and show them to your boyfriend whom you were a 100% sure would go crazy over them.

The problem was he’s ignoring you. But you have an idea.

You take your clothes off. Shirt, pants, shoes, underwear. You put the boots on and you feel powerful, sexy, confident.

You walk out of the bathroom with a smirk, feeling yourself. Eddie’s still clueless, eyes and attention completely taken by his work.

You walk over to him until you’re behind the chair he’s sitting on. You hug him from behind, slowly passing your hands from his shoulders to his arms and land on his torso.

He keeps erasing words on the paper and writing over them.

“Eds, can I get your attention for just one second?” you whisper on his ear.

“Mhm”

You walk a few steps to stand in front of him, still touching his arm with one hand.

His face changes so beautifully. From a stressed frown and faintly pursed lips, to a slightly open mouth, doe eyes going up and down your body, not deciding what to land on. Your pretty face, startling breasts, voluptuous hips, or black thigh high boots making him go week on the knees.

“I wanted to show you what I got today, do you like them?” you say innocently, like you’re not completely naked but the sinful pair of boots on you.

He whispers your name, almost whimpering.

You very slowly spin around to show him all sides of the boots on you, but the boots weren’t the only thing he was looking at. Gazing at your back and ass first.

“What do you think?” you tease.

“Baby” he definitely whimpers now. “Fuck”

“What? What do you want” you softly ask him.

“Want you” he simply says.

“Okay” you move the notebook and the pens on the table to a side, forgetting about them, and take a sit on the table right in front of him. You open your legs planting your covered feet on either side of him on the chair. His gaze goes straight to your pussy. “I think you know what to do now”

His face quickly shoves into your centre and you moan surprised. He starts making out with your pussy making you even more wet.

“Mmh, slowly baby” your hand stokes his hair and he slows down running his tongue through your folds. “Fuck”

Then he focuses on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his hands grabbing your thighs that are on both sides of his head. “Eddie, you’re doing so good baby”

He moans at the praise and you keep talking to him, making his erection hurt. “Right there, what a good boy, so good for me baby” One of his hands leaves your thigh to start palming himself through his jeans.

“You better not be doing what I think you are” you say and his eyes open to watch you with guilt. “Are you touching yourself without asking me first?”

“Please, it hurts” he complains.

“Never told you to stop eating me out” you order and he goes back to your pussy. “You were doing so well, why do have to misbehave?” you say disappointed. “First you ignore me all day acting like I’m not here and paying more attention to your game than me, and now you’re not even grateful I’m not punishing you but also you touch without permission”

His tongue stops moving, he slowly pushes his head back and a smug smirk forms on his face.

“What are you doing?” you ask getting angry.

“You’re such a spoiled brat” he laughs pursing his lips. “Was that why you did all that fucking show for? Cause you needed attention?”

“Eddie-“

“No. Get off the table and turn around” he orders now. You move slowly still doubting. “Quicker baby” he mocks your tone from before.

You stand facing the table with him now stood up behind you, no longer sat down. He pushes you down so your front is pressed against the table. You moan surprised. His hands run through your back, your ass and your legs covered by the boots.

“I love these new boots by the way, you look absolutely sinful with them” he says. His hands go back up to your ass, groping it, and smacking it once. One hand lowers to your core, running his fingers through it and slowly pushing two in, you moan. “Such an attention whore” he goes quicker, you can hear the squelching from how wet you are.

His thumb starts working on your clit and you try to hold onto something but all you find is the endless table. You don't even try to be quiet while his fingers work inside of you, he curls them touching just the right spots.

You clench around his fingers and he notices. “You’re gonna cum baby?” He asks and you nod. “Answer me, use your words”

“Yes, Eddie!” you moan. And just when you’re about to release, just when you were feeling the pleasure build up in your belly, it suddenly stops, he took his hand out. A whine comes out of your mouth before you could even think about it, a sign of complaint.

“You think you can act the way you did and still cum anytime you want?” he asks sarcastically. “Such a slut, coming out naked wearing only these fucking boots, just for me to look at you for a bit. Was it too long of day without my attention on you? I don't know how you did it before me, princess"

If he was hoping for an answer he didn't get one. I don't think the right expression for your state right now could be 'fucked out' because you didn't even get to cum. Maybe it was because of that, your mind could only think of his fingers, arms, torso, tattoos, neck, lips. His dick. Basically just Eddie.

Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Who, speaking of, lifts your upper body so you're standing up against him. "You okay, princess?" he softly asks, no longer teasing or rhetorically asking.

You nod you head. "Just want you, please, Eds"

"Want you too, baby" He confesses, you can tell he's softer now. He takes his shirt off and lowers his pants along with his boxers. He takes a sit on the chair behind him and helps you turn around so you can sit on his lap. "Are you comfy there?"

"Mhm, very" you bite your lip and give a smile.

He starts kissing you, bringing your body even closer to his, chest to chest. His hands run all of your back, to your ass and thighs. Your hands tug at his hair which makes him groan against your mouth.

It's a heated kiss, to show how much you need each other right now. He positions the head of his cock on your entrance and you understand what he wants. You push it in, slowly, until it's all in. He groans louder, you moan higher.

You start going up and down with his help, he's holding your hips and guiding your moves. Up and down, side to side, front to back. Moves that just make it feel amazing.

You keep kissing, swallowing each other's moans that are louder and louder each time. He kisses your neck, or more like attacks it with kisses, licks and bites that leave marks behind.

"Fuck, Eddie!" that's all you can say, a variation of profanities and his name. But he loves it and drives him crazier than anything else.

He grabs your hips harder holding you in place and starts bucking his thrusts upwards hitting your spot even harder.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!"

"Princess, fuck, you make me go feral. I fucking love you so -mghh" his voice is groaning and he the only thing he can think of is harder, faster.

You start playing with your clit and he's mesmerized by the sight. Your pussy swallowing him and taking every inch of his fat cock, your puffy and wet clit being played with by your tiny and delicate fingers. He moans louder.

You watch his pretty face, he's checks are red and a slight layer of sweat is making his skin shiny, his mouth is opened in a rounded position, and his eyes are fighting to stay open just so he could watch you.

"Yes baby, play with your clit, fuck you're so wet you're dripping onto my lap, so fucking tight"

Your other hand placed on his shoulder starts grabbing harder pushing your nails into his skin. Your moans are incontrollable.

"'m cuming!" you manage to say.

"Yes please, cum for me, cum on my cock, make a bigger mess baby" he begs and it makes you cum right there with a scream. He keeps fucking into you. "I'm almost there, sweetheart, oh fuck I'm-"

He groans against the skin of your shoulder, grabbing your hips even harder, leaving the marks of his fingerprints. He stops moving once all of his cum is inside of you.

After a few minutes of catching your breath, Eddie helps you to the couch and takes care of cleaning you up.

“Now every time you wear those boots, I’m gonna get hard” you laugh at his joke.

“I’m gonna wear them often, then” you joke now.

“I’m sorry for being a dick today, I shouldn’t have ignored you like I did” he states. “It’s just I’m running out of ideas and I have the campaign is in three days and I feel like everything I have so far is shit”

“It’s fine Eds, I’m just worried about you, I don’t want you to overexert yourself” you explain. “I know you’re against postponing the campaigns but maybe you should consider it. They would understand… and if they don’t I’m gonna have a talk with them”

In the end, Eddie did postpone it for next week. Gareth and Mike were the only ones who got mad, but after Dustin had talked to them, they finally understood.

Dustin had been worried about Eddie too, noticing how stressed he got every time the campaign was mentioned, and was the first one to defend his dungeon master before you even had the chance.

You helped Eddie write the campaign. You read what he had so far and realized you were right from the start, he was overthinking it. But you helped him change the things he didn’t like and helped him with the ending. Finally the campaign was held on Monday, so didn’t waste any more time.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine

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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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like a leopards tongue in the mouth of a snake

roman roy | reader - 3.2k

cw: NSFW, fem.reader, bribery???, scummy roman, fingering, oral (f. receiving), slight power dynamics, office sex

a/n: blah blah intimacy issues, blah blah canon roman is scared of pussy I KNOW but let me have my fun

Outside, tipped street lamps have buzzed awake and shine cones of orange light onto the roads. It’s past hours, the other workers long gone by now. The office is empty, save for the skeleton crew that cleans up when no one else is around, but they're on the lower levels.

The sky is yawning into night, the dusty blue darkening with each passing minute. You can’t hear the bustle of New York from how high up you are in the tower, the shimmering golden lights of other skyscrapers mimic the stars.

You’d like to go home, like to just go to sleep so you don’t have to deal with these corporate douchebags any longer. But your boss is still here, still drinking in here his personal office like the rest of you don’t have lives. To him, you probably don’t.

He’s said it before, “What? Do you have more important things to do than me?”

Like most people at Waystar, you steer clear of having to interact with Roman incessantly, despite the fact you’re his assistant. It’s already hard enough, being his glorified babysitter. It’s even worse when he’s in a teasing mood, which is all the time.

He’s like his family, the classic “I’m too important to interact with anyone out of my pay grade” type. Only really indulging in you because you’re the type to just shoulder his weird comments without taking them seriously. Brushing off his crude, absolutely shit, remarks. And you have a great ass too, or so he says.

He calls you his “little paper pusher”, an oversimplified pet name for what you actually do. You’re so important to his well-being, if you left now you’re sure he’d dissolve into nothing. But you let him think all you’re good for is being an emotional dumpster for his whiny rants. He’s more clingy than he realizes, always calling you late at night for menial bullshit and practically nipping at your heels when you try to work.

You do your best to slip under the radar; typing away at your desk, bringing coffee when asked, shuffling, and shredding papers in the file room. Occasionally, you’ll be asked to accompany Roman to his home (where he’ll ask if you want to suck his dick or get finger-banged over his couch). But most of the time, you make sure he’s not getting into a lawsuit for making lewd comments at the interns. Which is hard when that’s his whole farce.

He’s not bad all the time. Sometimes, he buys you lunch, really expensive lunch. He’ll even sit with you while you eat, pointing out you have horrible taste and he should really help you with expanding it. Plus you get bonuses on top of your stellar pay, Christmas gifts, and your very own lovesick slime puppy who can’t help but be obsessed with you. The last part wasn’t in the contract, but you guess it’s not so bad.

Another perk of being an assistant to the Roys is that you can’t leave until they tell you to leave.

So you’re stuck in the Waystar building, watching your boss sip on Lagavulin Offerman malt, observing how he sits weirdly on his loveseat and makes crude comments to you about his brother or Tom or the fucking weather. Lavishing in the space, relishing in the fact he’s made another person listen to his bullshit.

You mostly drown him out, looking over invoices and discrepancies while he sips his whiskey, sitting in the corner while you contemplate what you’ll have for dinner. You don’t even look at the time, only knowing it’ll make you itch to go home more.

You hear him say your name, drawing you from the excel sheet of numbers on your screen. He’s lazily draped on the cushions, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and the first few buttons on his shirt are opened.

He beckons you over with the flick of his fingers. You assume he wants more alcohol, or maybe he wants you to fetch his driver. You don’t expect him to-

“Hey,” he drawls, lips curved into that cheeky bastardized smile, “I’ll give you a million dollars if you take off your shirt.”

You’re dumbfounded, standing in the office of the boss’s son, holding your little Waystar table like it’ll save you. For a minute you think he’s joking.

“Huh? What-“

“Yeah, come on. I’ll give you a million, in cash or check or PayPal- whatever, if you take off your shirt.”

Roman Roy has always had an absurd amount of wealth, you know that. Everyone from fucking New York to Timbuktu knows that.

He can make million-dollar bets like it’s nothing, throwing away pocket money that could very well pay off your student loans, that could make sure you’d never go hungry or have to worry about keeping the fucking lights on. It’s shouldn’t surprise you that he’d make stupid little bets with you. Especially, when he’s bored and slightly buzzed.

Your eyebrows draw up at his words, mouth dropping open in a mix of shock and incredulous.

“I- um, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sir.”

Not only would you get in trouble for having that much money, but you’re also not going to just strip because he asked you to, no matter how much you think he’s attractive.

Roman gives a mocking scoff, lips parting as he takes a sip of his stupidly expensive whiskey that you’re sure tastes like shit. Your confusion and disdain must show because he’s raising an eyebrow at you, looking up at you with clear moss-green eyes.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. It’s only your shirt.” He says it so casually - like you’re the one being unreasonable, swirling the glass in his hand as he crosses his legs. He’s dressed with a casual cocktail of his usual confidence and mockery.

“Besides I can see your tits through your blouse anyways,” your eyes widen and you feel yourself get fever-hot in embarrassment, and Roman is still grinning, “not like I’m gonna see anything I haven’t already.”

He laughs at how you fluster, you can see his pearly white teeth in his mouth. His eyes crinkling to the point you can see the lines on his face. Mouth quirking as he watches your eyes get misty, it’s always been a strange hobby of his.

There’s something fundamentally wrong with him. He’s always known that. He pretends not to be the slithering black snake that creeps from the underbrush, but he can’t help it. It’s just what he is naturally.

“Mr. Roy-“

He waves his hand, your eye catching the vacheron constantin watch on his wrist as he uncrosses his legs so he can lean forward towards you.

“Oh come on, how about 2 million?” He’s dead serious, his stare piercing through you as you gape at him. You hate that you’re actually considering it. Two fucking million-

“Don’t tell me you don’t need the money.” He’s got that confident ‘you’ll do what I want’ look, and you chew the inside of your cheeks till you feel it sting. Even if you didn’t, two million dollars could last you for a long time.

“Just my shirt?” You ask quietly, despite the office being completely empty. Roman takes another sip, the large ball of ice clinking against the crystal.

“Sure, unless you wanna take it all off, just let me see what’s underneath this fucking thing.” He makes a point to flick your skirt, grazing his fingers across the top of your thigh. You twitch at the feeling, there’s an icy hot shiver that runs up your spine, a dark whisper in the back of your mind that tells you it’s worth it in the end.

You inhale before reaching up to unbutton your blouse, standing right between his knees. Slowly pulling apart each opal-colored button, watching how Roman is practically purring at how you strip. He’s set his glass down on the side table, uncaring that it’s not on a coaster and will leave ringed marks on the wood.

It’s a weird rush, the feeling in your tummy fluttering and your throat tightening. You peel off the cotton, dropping it to the carpeted floor and standing only in your pencil skirt and heels. Roman can see how the swell of your breasts move with each exhale, the subtle curve of your waist down to the pretty way you shift in your black heels.

It’s erotic in a debauched way. Borderline gross and repulsive, but arousing all in the same fashion.

You’re standing, waiting for… waiting for you don’t know what. Roman is well, Roman. He’s entitled, immature, and such a prick you’d feel more guilty about doing this if he wasn’t the coddled baby of a multi-billion dollar company.

He's spontaneously compassionate and flips on a dime. He's so used to being mean, being cut-throat and crass - it's like second nature to him. Like most people, you can't stand Roman on a good day, even less on a bad. But there's something about him, maybe it's that air of frail egocentric bullshit, the sopping sweet stench of someone so high-strung on power and his own entitlement that shows you just how pathetic he really is.

You’ve always liked men who were a bit fucked in the head. Roman is no exception.

“Got a nice pair, prettier than a fucking pornstar.” You’re resisting the urge to cover up your chest, but for some reason, you don’t. Letting his eyes roam over the dips and curves of your body, staring ahead at the glass windows that gleam in the skyline of Manhattan.

Roman swipes his tongue across the plump of his lower lip, reaching forward to hold your skirt-clad waist, thumbs digging into your hipbones. Dragging the pad of his fingers over the band, where skin meets fabric. You’re sensitive, knees practically buckling from the feeling alone.

It’s not the first time he’s touched you, he usually makes his quirky gestures at random times. It’s usually a pat on the head or a pinch on the shoulder. A peck when he’s truly drunk. Never like this, never so intimately. But you bite your tongue to keep from whining out that you want more.

His hands are soft, never having to do a hard day's work in his life. He trails the tips over your exposed stomach, fiddling with the zipper of your skirt. He smirks, leaning forward to brush his nose across your belly, up to your ribcage, his hair tickles the underside of your breasts, the licked-up strands wild.

He, thankfully, doesn’t comment on your peaked nipples, your skin flushed in goosebumps from his touch. Instead, he murmurs into your skin, “I’ll give you another million to take off the rest.”

A pitched whine catches in your throat, the vibration of his voice against your ribs is making you squirm, and you look down at Roman to see his blown pupils and rose-bud colored cheeks. The slicked-back gel in his hair starting to come undone, strands falling across his forehead. You resist the urge to run your fingers through them, biting your lip.

“Whaddya say, my little paper pusher, gonna take off your skirt for me?” He already knows you will, he’s just prodding you for more. Nipping at the exposed skin of your abdomen, dragging the tip of his tongue across it, wetting the flesh. He’s dipping his fingers inside the band, trying to weasel his way into your panties, which are fucking sopping.

It’s like Roman always says, there’s no point of having a babysitter if he can’t fuck ‘em.

You’re so hazy, head foggy and clouded over - you’d think you were the one that drank. You puff out what he thinks is a quiet okay. Giving him a soft nod, hands shakily going to unzip the tight fabric. He hums, already ahead of you and hooking his thumbs into the band and tugging down.

With it, comes your skirt. You squeak at the sudden rush, stabling yourself on his shoulders as he rolls it down your thighs, letting it pool around your ankles. He makes a muffled aw at your panties, a pretty lacy thing that makes him giggle.

He snaps the band with a finger, teeth flashing at how you squirm and yip like a puppy. “Wear this just for me? You’re so sweet.”

It’s patronizing, like he knew all along you were weak-willed and soft for him.

Roman nudges your legs apart with his knee, making you stand out in the open like his just for him. He presses two fingers against the drenched spot on your panties and gives a little circle.

“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” He throws his head back and laughs. Observing how you tremble around the pressure on your clit. Sliding them to the side so he can run his fingers over your slick folds, dipping them between the seam and feeling the honey-thick arousal that’s smeared against your cunt.

He pulls his fingers back and Roman looks at his fingers quizzically, spreading them to see the clear slimy strings that web along his knuckles from your slick. It makes a fluttery feeling settle in his tummy, one he hasn’t experienced. He ignores the raging hard-on in his pants.

“Get this wet because I’d pay you to take off your clothes? That’s kinda fucked, you’re kinda like my personal whore then.” Even now he doesn’t shut up, but his words make you clench around nothing.

He’s different like this, the air around him is electric and heavy and makes you want to just sink into the floor. He watches how your knees wobble, the way you grab his shoulders to keep from falling into him - he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Yeah, you’re a fucking slut.” He swipes his fingers through your folds again, hardly even caring if he brushes your clit or not.

Roman curves a hand around your back, brushing along your spine and settling on your tailbone. He pushes you backward by leaning forward, allowing your back to meet the cushions. Your legs coming up to drape over his hips. You glance down at the bulge that’s poking at your inner thighs, the faint damp spot on them has you itching to reach down and touch.

You wonder, faintly, how your relationship will change after this. If it’ll chance at all. You know Roman isn’t… the best, when it comes feelings. Maybe this is a one-and-done kinda deal, even so - it’ll still be worth it.

You get drawn out of your head when he’s playing with your pussy, fingers swiping up and down slowly, making you messier and sticky with your slick. You inhale, the tip of your tongue ready to beg for more when he pushes two fingers in your cunt, eyes wide and watching how you gasp and grab his wrist.

“Please-“ The way you say it, so breathily and desperate, it’s making him get hazy in the head.

He pushes in, down to the base of his knuckles, immediately going to hook them up and rub that sweet spot inside. It’s effective because your knees jerk and you’re half an inch from kneeing him in the chin.

The way you moan is so fucking hot, it has him twitching in his pants. You grab at his button-up, twisting the fabric as you hump his hand, it’s cute.

“I bet this is your wet-dream, huh? Getting your boss to finger-fuck your pussy.”

“So easy too, little corporate slut who’s been waiting for me to fuck her.” He says it with a pinch to your inner thigh, giggling when you flinch and try to snap them shut.

He’s taunting you, scissoring his fingers open and shivering at the sound of wet clicking that reverberates in the office. You’re tight, gripping his fingers and gushing down his wrist. He’s never wanted to see someone cum so bad before.

“That right?” He asks, his other hand coming up to grope and squeeze your tits. You shake your head, not even able to answer him with how he’s punching the tips of his fingers into your spot, the gooey sweet one that has you drooling and starry-eyed.

He slides the hand that’s pinching your nipples down to your hip, trying to settle the writhing and bucking of your pelvis.

“Making a fucking mess,” he mumbles, his other hand is occupied by pinning your hips to his sticky couch, which you’re sure is drenched with your cum. Trimmed nails dig into the flesh of your hipbone. The feeling of wetness clings to your inner thighs liberally, soaking down to the curve of your ass. You whine, hips squirming in his tight grip.

He pulls away suddenly, it makes you want to cry. You look at him with glassy eyes, the lashes wet and you’ve got bitten lips that quiver when he doesn’t hurry.

“Rome, I need-“

He’s scooting down, scooping your thighs up. His face is right in front of your heat, and he leans forward, flicking his tongue against your cunt, it makes sparks shoot through your lower half. Your hand shooting out the card through his hair, nails raking over his scalp.

You wouldn’t expect him to eat pussy so good, but god- he does. He sucks a fold into his mouth, he nips the other. You’re panting, practically grinding down against his face. His tongue lapping at you with such fervor you’re almost embarrassed. It’s sloppy and wet, and his chin is covered and shiny.

“So good, so good, it feels so fucking good.” Roman shivers, he’s not used to hearing praise. But he likes it a lot more than he realizes.

The light stubble drags across your skin, pricks the inside of your thighs from how hard you squeeze around his head. It’s like lightning, the build-up. It gets impossibly hotter when he’s pressing back his fingers and sucking your clit into his mouth. Your tummy clenching and spasming.

“O-oh fuck, Rome, I’m gonna-“ He hums, doubling his efforts, suckling harder while curling his fingers. It pays off when you gush and clamp down on him, moaning and mewling with leaking tears down your face. You tug on his hair when he licks a stripe up the seam of your cunt, jerking from the sensitivity.

Roman pulls away with a dopey grin, mouth shiny and god- he looks lovesick. Dark lashes fluttering at he crawls over you, palms resting on either side of your head. He’s so different like he suddenly doesn’t know what to do anymore. Retreating as if he hadn’t had his face in your pussy.

He presses a light kiss against your mouth. He smells of Dior Homme, the powdery iris and lavender that bleeds into vetiver, it’s intoxicating. He tastes like whisky and your cunt.

“You taste so much better than I thought you would.” Your hands flirt with the buttons of his ruffled shirt, untucking it from his waistband.

“Fuck, I’m so hard I think my dick is gonna fall off.” You giggle at his admission, leaning up to press kisses along the column of his neck.

“Well, let me return the favor, Mr. Roy.”

#val.writes ❦#succession.✥°#roman roy x reader #roman roy smut #succession x reader #succession smut #roman roy x you

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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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HEYYY sorry if this is kinda long but ur my fav writer so i trust u w writing this 🤞

Could you write smth where tom used to be a player but he started dating the reader and seemed really loyal, but they go to a party together, their first party as a couple and when the reader leaves to go buy drinks she comes back to find tom sitting down with a bunch of girls, it looks like he’s flirting with them. sooo the reader gets really upset and walks all the way home thinking he’s cheating already even after only dating for like a month. tom follows her home, trying to explain himself and he eventually explains that he wasn’t cheating, he was trying to get away from all the girls politely, but was kinda trapped. the reader forgives him and it ends in smut or fluff or whatever u want.

SORRY ITS SO SPECIFIC LMAOOO

WHAT IT SEEMS - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom has finally managed to settle down with you, discarding his womanising ways. but, you see something that makes you think otherwise, tom desperate to explain himself to you, certain that you have got the wrong idea.

content: angst + fluff

a/n: love this idea, thank u so much for the request i hope u enjoy !! this is lowk ass tho i’m so sorry😭😭

“we really don’t have to go schatz, i know you don’t like these sorts of places.” tom repeats, standing in the frame of the bathroom door as i apply my make-up in the mirror. “we can stay here instead, i’ll get some snacks from the store, just me and you?”

he tries to reason with me, knowing that i’ve never been a party person. i hated large groups of people, not understanding the buzz that people got from drinking unsafe amounts of alcohol and fucking some random, the idea literally my worst nightmare. i preferred to stay inside and watch a movie, or bake something, finding comfort in familiarity, never described as an extroverted person.

tom however, was the complete opposite. he was a party animal, ending up at a different club every night, with a different girl between the sheets after he left. that is why our relationship was so unexpected, but it seems that tom had changed. he settled down, spending less and less time out at a random bar, instead spending his nights with me, soon realising that the party scene wasn’t something i enjoyed. at first, i was hesitant to believe that he had changed his ways completely, but, a month into our relationship, he has given me no reason to not trust him, this the reason why i am deciding to finally give in and go to just one party, tom having missed out for so long. but he is clearly confused by my change of heart, trying to remind me that he is more than okay with not going, growing to enjoy quiet nights at home.

“tom i’m fine. you haven’t been to a party in forever.” i start, blinking rhythmically as i apply my mascara, before moving backwards away from the mirror and turning to face him. “besides, i can’t stay locked up here forever. i have to live a little.”

he tilts his head, still uncertain despite my clear lack of hesitation. his lips purse together as he walks towards me, resting his hands on my hips. i can tell that he is questioning it, part of him missing the parties that he used to go to. but the new and sensible part of him, the part that is more prominent now, silently reminds himself of how much he has grown to love spending time with me and only me, coming to the conclusion that parties were never as fun as he had sometimes made them out to be, much preferring my company to getting shitfaced in some random club.

“there’s other ways to have fun besides getting wasted all the time. i like that about you. you don’t have to be drunk to have fun.” he says, kissing my forehead softly.

“i want to go.” i state, looking upwards at him, my eyes wide as i attempt to convince him to calm down a little.

“are you sure baby? i don’t want to force you into doing anything you’re uncomfortable with. you know i’d hate myself if you got there and didn’t like it. i’d much rather we-”

i cut him off by pressing my lips against his, sealing his over dramatic rambling with a short kiss. “i’ll be fine, okay?” i reassure him, my forehead against his.

he lets out a small smile, sighing heaving before speaking. “fine, get ready. but if you don’t like it, we’re leaving straight away. deal?”

i roll my eyes at his protectiveness, my heart melting at how much he cares. though it is a little frustrating, i can’t be mad at him, nodding my head slowly as a chuckle leaves my lips, my body turning back towards the mirror as i finish applying my make-up, my small crop top and tight skirt already on. tom walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, letting his hands rest on my stomach, before resting his head in my neck, planting gentle kisses there as i finish the rest of my makeup, small giggles leaving my mouth when his lips touch a sensitive spot on my neck, or his hands gently squeeze my stomach and his fingers slightly tickle the skin. he smiles behind me, his eyes calm and half-lidded, dreads resting over his shoulders and draping onto mine as he slowly rocks us side to side, continuing to kiss my neck from behind until i am finally finished.

the walk to the club is short, tom’s hand staying clasped in mine as we wander through the darkened streets, few people and the occasional car driving by us. i prefer peaceful nights like this, time to admire the city, rather than being face first in the crowds that daytime brought along with them. tom is speaking about something random, a lazy smile tugging on my lips as i look upwards, not particularly focusing on what he is saying, instead admiring his features - eyes fixed on the way his brown eyes shine, occasional smile gracing his face as he speaks, tongue grazing against his lip piercing. i take in this rare moment, though to some it is simple, to me it is something to be treasured, happy to listen to whatever tom is saying, finding it adorable how he gets so into a conversation when it is about something he cares for.

my cold breath leaves my lips as i exhale, reminding me how bitter the weather is, despite the warmth that the jacket tom had insisted on letting me wear brings me. occasional laughter emits from our mouths, sharing pointless conversation, enjoying the simplicity of each other’s company, our content exchange soon cut off by the sound of overly-loud music, signalling that we have arrived.

the queue to get in is longer than i had expected, tom not phased by this as the bouncer seems to recognise him, flashing him a quick smile and letting the both of us in. it is completely packed, drunken bodies encircling my vision, this enough for me to become easily overwhelmed. tom realises this, bending downwards so that his voice can be heard over the loud music.

“you okay? we can leave if you don’t like it.” he squeezes my hand as he speaks, bringing me into his embrace, his hands now running up and down my arms.

i shake my head, not wanting to leave before i had even given the place a chance. i let out a small ‘i’m fine’ in response, tom nodding his head and leading me through the crowd, looking downwards at me every few seconds, his hand never leaving mine until we emerge, arriving at a smaller section cut off from the rest of the club, being what i assume as the VIP section. the staff there recognise tom like the bouncer had, letting him in as we find a couch and table unoccupied.

he flops onto it, spreading his legs and wrapping his arm around my shoulder as i sit beside him, his other resting on the back of the couch. he scans the area, his lips pursed, head lazily nodding to the beat of the music, fingers tapping against my shoulder.

“you okay?” he shouts over the music, looking over at me and planting a small kiss on my forehead, pulling me closer into his side.

i nod my head, pointing a finger over to the bar. “i think i’m gonna go get a drink. you want one?”

he seems hesitant to let me go, his face falling a little, seemingly surprised at my willingness to walk around alone. the place somehow seems to feel busier, the bar totally packed, scattered with glasses, some empty, some practically full. but i figure that if i want to put myself out there more, i can’t rely on tom to be by my side, wanting to do this small thing alone.

“you sure baby? i can come with you?” he asks, looking upwards and seeing how crowded it has become.

“i’ll be fine. you can see the bar from here anyways, it’s not like anything can happen.” i say, pointing out the direct view our table has to the bar. though it is a little far away, past the small crowd of people forming there, it is in our eye line, tom able to maintain a perfect view of me.

“okay, but i’m watching the whole time. if anything happens i’ll be right over.” he gives in, though i can tell by his tone he is still reluctant. despite this, i stand up, pulling my skirt down a little bit. “and get me a beer please schatz.”

his hand plants a small squeeze on my ass, my body whipping around to scold him, yet my eyes are met with that same infamous smirk, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as i shake my head, a low chuckle escaping my lips. i walk over to the bar, reaching it successfully after pushing through a few wasted bodies. i turn around, squinting my eyes to try and spot tom, seeing that he is still alone, his own eyes searching to meet mine. he spots me, sending me a small smile and wave, his face visibly calming down once i am within his sight.

i turn back around towards the bar, resting my frame against the hard wood. a tall man comes towards me from the other side, nodding for me to order.

“a beer and a piña colada, thanks.” i say, pulling out a twenty dollar bill from my purse and pressing it flat against the table.

he nods, taking the money and starting to prepare the drinks. i awkwardly tap my fingers against the wood as i wait, the music seeming to get louder, leaving me with a pounding headache. my body is warm, unsure of whether it is the proximity of sweaty figures dancing around me, or the sweltering air, everything in the room feeling ten times closer than it would outside.

he places the drinks against the table, shooting me a small smile as i take them, returning the gesture and turning around. my eyes catch a small glimpse of tom from where i am stood, quickly doing a double take as i realise that he is not alone. from a distance, i can spot at least four girls, two at either side of him. he appears pretty content, a large grin from ear to ear as he engages in conversation, the girls way too close for my liking. they are practically up against him, wearing next to nothing, their bodies covered with dresses so skimpy i wouldn’t have bothered wearing anything at all.

he seems completely comfortable, the only difference in how he was sat before being that his hands had moved from either side of the couch, now resting in his lap. i can see him shake his head, that flirty smile never faltering. however i reach my breaking point when one girl leans closer, about to place her hand on his thigh. that’s when i lose it.

i storm towards the table, tom’s attention quickly turning to me as the eyes of the girls sat beside him all turn to me too, curious to see what has been able to divert his attention so easily. his face softens as he seems somewhat glad to see me, this only angering me more. one second, he is entertaining girls because i leave for a minute, then his eyes light up as i return, as if he hadn’t looked at them with that same grin i have seen way too many times before - all before we started dating. my jaw is clenched, eyes cold and harsh as i slam the drinks down onto the table, part of the liquid splashing out of the tall glass from the force.

“there’s your fucking drink, asshole.” i scoff, shaking my head and turning around, starting to find my way through the large crowd in the centre.

i can hear his voice behind me, constantly calling my name as he forces his way through the crowd, only a few steps behind me. i ignore his pleas, feeling like a complete idiot for believing that he had changed.

“get out of my fucking way!” i shout over the music, pushing the last few people out of my way, my eyes finally meeting the exit, leaving it quickly, tom still following me as he continues to be persistent, my name pouring from his lips every few seconds.

the night is even colder than it was when we had arrived, my entire body shivering once i emerge onto the empty street, the distorted blur of music no longer helping to drown out the sound of tom’s voice as it seems to get closer and closer. i continue to shrug him off, speeding up as my heels click across the pavement. my hands run up and down my arms in an attempt to warm myself up, now without the comfort of tom’s jacket to keep my temperature high, my small and tight outfit providing no warmth at all.

however, my fast steps are no longer enough to keep myself distanced from tom as i feel his hand on my shoulder, the strength of its hold causing me to stop in my tracks.

“jesus christ, baby, what the fuck?” he asks, out of breath, his chest heaving up and down as i face him, his eyes heavy and filled with confusion once he processes the hurt etched upon my face.

“don’t fucking touch me!” i scoff, roughly detaching my shoulder from his head, my eyes becoming glassy, both from the harshness of the wind and the reality that tom hadn’t ever changed his ways as i had thought. “just fuck off, you’ve done enough. and i actually thought you were different, how fucking naive can i be?”

i turn around, starting to walk away again. yet he speeds up, jogging and moving to stand in front of me, completely trapping me.

“baby, please it’s not what it looks like.” he pleads, his own expression now filled with desperation as he begs for me to hear him out, my mind set on what it had seen - no explanation able to change that.

“really? so i didn’t see those girls all over you?” i challenge, shaking my head as a sarcastic chuckle leaves my lips, in disbelief of how stupid he is making me out to be.

“you’re blowing this way out of proportion! you’ve got the complete wrong idea schatz.” he says, his own voice raising a little as he becomes frustrated.

“do you know how unbelievable you are? i should’ve known, i was never good enough to make you want to settle down.” the tears cascade down my cheeks, my teeth sinking into my lips as i quickly move around him, walking away once again.

but, he doesn’t accept my desire to leave, taking my hand and pulling me backwards, his eyes glossy with tears, his sudden display of emotion taking me by surprise.

“liebe, please can you just listen to me for a second?” he sighs, his voice wavering as he speaks. i stay silent, the tears pouring down my face, yet he takes my lack of response as a sign to continue. “they came over to me. i told them straight away that i wasn’t interested.”

i furrow my eyebrows, a mixture of guilt and disbelief taking over. one part of me feels terrible for not letting him explain, this whole thing my fault if he is telling the truth. but, the more infuriated side of me doesn’t believe him for a second, refusing to even consider that he brushed them off, tom never being the type to refuse a girl’s company. and it is this anger within me that acts out, cutting his explanation short.

“fucking bullshit. do you think i’m an idiot-”

he cuts me off, continuing to explain. despite my cold tone, he remains calm, taking my hands in his own, his eyes softly looking into mine as he speaks.

“i told them my girlfriend is here, and i’m not interested. they wouldn’t give in. i didn’t want to be rude, you know i’m not like that. but i didn’t let them do anything. didn’t you see how i was sitting? i’ve never had my arms closer to me in my life!”

he lets out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood a little. but once he sees that i am in no mood to joke around, he shakes his head, straightening his expression before continuing.

“i was literally about to get up to come and find you, but then you came over. i get that it might’ve looked weird from far away, but i promise you.” he trails off, taking one step closer to me, reluctantly reaching upwards to gently graze his thumb across my cheek, applying a little more pressure once i accept his touch. “i promise you that i shut it down straight away. i want you and only you.”

both of his hands cup my face, his thumbs running comfortingly over the soft skin, his eyes scanning mine as he awaits my response, my mind working at a million miles per minute as i try to find the right words. though i am still angry, now more at the girls than him, it is impossible to ignore the sincerity of his words, guilt rising within my stomach as i feel nothing but regret for not trusting him.

“i’m sorry.” i mutter, removing my eyes from his own as i stare at the ground, salty tears rolling down my face more than they had before.

“hey, hey…” he trails off, lifting my chin with his pointer finger, his face falling once he sees my state. he plants a soft kiss to my lips whilst his fingers wipe away the tears resting on my cheeks. i kiss back, his lips soft and warm, enough to calm me down instantly.

he pulls back, resting his arms on my lower waist as his forehead sits against mine.

“you can always trust me. i’d never, ever, cheat on you. i’m sorry for how i used to be, and if i could change it, i promise you that i would, in a heartbeat. i want to be better, for you. you mean more to me than anyone else in this world, and i want to show it. you just have to let me try. okay?”

his lips stay parted as his slightly ragged breathing fans against my face, his warmth contrasting with the harshness of the climate around us.

“okay.” i say, nodding my head. he brings his lips to mine, smiling into the kiss as i gladly reciprocate, feeling his hands bring me closer into him.

“come on, let’s get you home.” he says, pulling away and holding his hand out for me to take. i smile warmly, intertwining my fingers with his as he pulls me closer, kissing my forehead gently. we begin the short walk home, tom stopping after a few seconds. he pulls his jacket off, tugging it along his frame. he takes a sleeve, gently threading my arm through it, repeating his motion with my other arm, until the material completely submerges me, my body warming up almost instantly.

he smiles downwards at me, kissing my cheek quickly, noticing the way a loud yawn escapes my lips after he does so. he bends down, placing one arm behind my neck, the other scooping me upwards by my legs as he carries me bridal style, a surprised gasp leaving my mouth at his actions, however it soon turns into a loud giggle once he begins planting large kisses across my face. he is grinning from ear to ear, his heart warming at the happiness plastered on my face, his hold on me tightening as he places one last kiss to my nose.

his arms remain securely around me as he walks slowly, the rocking motion of his steps causing my eyes to feel heavy, my eyelids beginning to fall shut, on the verge of falling asleep. my breathing slows, close to slipping into unconsciousness, however tom’s low voice prevents me from doing so. he clearly thinks that i have fallen asleep, yet i hear the phrase pour from his lips as clear as day.

“i love you.”

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natashaslesbian · 6 months

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Hi! 😊

I don't know if your requests are still open but I am just going to leave my request here just in case they are.

So this is a Mama!Nat request where Y/N (kid, around the age of 6 or 7 if it's possible) celebrates her birthday while she's on the run in Norway with her Mama and Natasha tries to make Y/N's day as happy as possible, even managing to buy a cake for her daughter as a surprise alongside a new teddy bear.

I understand if the requests are closed or if you don't want to write this. Thank you so much for your time and I want you to know that I'm a big fan of your work! It's absolutely amazing!!! Sending lots of love 😊🧡

7 Laps Around The Sun

A/N: I absolutely adored this request and loved writing it, thank you sm! This isn’t proof read so please don’t mind any mistakes or typos :))

Word Count: 964

Parings (Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Nat x Mason) (referenced to Clint and blackhill)

Warnings: none :))

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The door to the trailer creaked louder than ever. Why was it always when someone is trying to be quiet things make the most noise. Natasha pulled the heavy door to a close with one hand, the other carrying a large plastic bag of supplies. The redhead heard small shuffles from your shared bedroom and paused her movements, you must have settled again immediately as Nat didn’t hear anything else throughout the cold trailer. Norway was always cold but especially in late autumn, the widow would have to find another safe house to take you too, it was relatively safe here but the winter was fast approaching and Natasha wasn’t going to let you, her daughter, go cold all season.

A while later you stirred again, rolling over to mamas side of the bed. The mattress was cold beneath the sheets, it told you that Natasha wasn’t there. “Mommy” you quietly called out, eyes still shut and your grip tight on the purple baby blanket. Oh how you missed Jimmy, your beloved stuff bear, there just wasn’t any time to grab him before you left. you peeled your eyes open to the dimly lit room “Mamma” you called louder. The doors angle increased and your favourite person appeared “hey there beautiful, did you have a good sleep?” Natasha asked. You hummed and opened your arms wide for a cuddle. Mommy came and scooped you up tightly “happy birthday baby” she said as she tickled your belly. Today you were 7 years old, you felt so grown up, but this birthday was defiantly going to be different. “Thank you mommy” you said as you slid down her slender frame “can I have the chocolate cereal today? As I’m 7 now!” You begged at your mamas hip bone. Natasha had promised that as you were away from home this year you could have a special cereal as a birthday treat, she never let you have anything chocolaty before midday! It was the best she could offer until she laid sleepless last night with a new idea.

“I told you not to knock!” Natasha said as she opened the trailer door “sorry” Mason whispered “I forgot” Natasha stepped out of the door, making sure each lock was secure “ok, just sit here and don’t go inside, y/n’s a heavy sleeper so she shouldn’t wake up” the fugitive explained “I’ll be as quick as I can, there’s a 24 hour store about 20 minutes away so I’ll be like an hour tops” “ok all clear, I’ll be here”

“Actually sweetheart, I have a little surprise for you” your mama said. You eyes and ears perched up “really? What is it mama!” You exclaimed “come with me baby” Natasha said as she took hold of your small hand, wrapping her fingers around your knuckles. Mommy lead you into the main section of the trailer and you let out a loud yelp when you saw the array of pink and purple balloons gently rolling around the room in the dull wind. You looked up at the walls to find a huge banner displaying a sparkly ‘happy birthday’. You were truly amazed, when had your mama had time to do all this? “What do you think y/n?” Nat said “I love it! Thank you so much mommy!” You beamed. “You are very welcome darling” Natasha said as she hoisted you up onto her hip “but guess what?” You perched up immediately “wha mama!” You asked “there’s one more surprise, over by the fridge” your mommy said as she carried you towards the old grayed out refrigerator.

“Cake cake cake!” You exclaimed upon seeing the bright pink sparkly birthday cake, topped with sprinkles and a wonky 7. “I know this birthday is a bit different, but my baby girl always has a birthday cake, no matter what” Nat would move heaven and earth for you. “Wait mama look!” You said as you little feet pattered on the floor after escaping Natasha’s grip “a stuffy bear!” Just left of the cake was a light brown bear, tag still connected to its ear. “So there is!” Mama said, pretending she had no idea where he had come from “someone special must’ve left him for you” she didn’t like to lie, but Natasha just wanted you to have a little magic in your life “maybe uncle Clint?” You questioned “maybe, what are you going to name him?” You hummed for a moment “Peter! Because Peter is my favourite and I miss him” you said, a hint of sadness in your tone, Nat frowned. “That’s a perfect name”

“Who’s that?” You said after hearing three consecutive knocks on the door, Masons secret code to let Natasha know there was no danger. “Well if we’re going to have a party then we need guests” Your mama said as she opened the door to the strange man you’d never seen before “hello there y/n” he said, a little box in his right hand “is that a present?” You said, giving him mommy’s signature smirk “yes it is” Mason said, standing awkwardly at the door frame, his hand way too close to your mom “hey!” You said, alerting the two adults “are you mommy’s boyfriend?” You innocently asked, the pair stood in a slight uncomfortable silence, soon breaking into laughter “no, he’s not y/n” Natasha said as she came to scoop you up once again “then why is he looking at you the same way Maria does? Does he kiss you too?” Natasha couldn’t help but giggle, slightly sad because she was missing her ‘almost’ girlfriend. “Yep, she’s defiantly your daughter” Mason said, Natasha shot him daggers “is it cake time yet?” You said with a huff and a pout “yes baby, it’s cake time”

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #clint barton #blackhill #maria hill

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crushculture03 · 7 months

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I’ve got you babe

Summary : You were in a toxic relationship before matty, and one day you start your period and accidentally bleed onto his sheets and are scared his going to get mad just like your ex.

Pairing : Matty healy x afab!reader

Warnings : Mentions of ab*sive relationship, periods.

Notes: this idea was requested by the lovely @nothing-like-the-rain5 ! thank you for your continuous support! ❤️

You woke up that morning in pain, a common occurrence when you were are you period. “Fuck” you whisper as you wake up, dreading the fact that you started. You felt something wet under you and looked down. You froze as you saw a small patch of red on the bed sheets.You looked over at your sleeping boyfriend, relieved he hadn’t woken up yet. You quickly rushed out of bed and to his dresser, where you had some extra clothes. After grabbing a new pair of underwear, one of his t-shirts and your bag, which had pads in it just in case, you quickly made your way to the bathroom.

After getting changed and situating yourself, you sat on the bathroom floor, with your head in your hands as you cried. You dreaded what would happen when matty woke up and discovered you had stained his sheets.

Bad memories of your ex flooded your mind as you sat there. Last time this happened, you were with your ex, and when he woke up and saw the stain he screamed at you. You remember how he slapped you then had you throw away the sheets, claiming that they were now “Unclean”. Though your relationship with Matty had been nothing like your past one, you were still nervous that this would cause the same outburst.

“Y/n are you in there” you heard his voice ask as he knocked on the door. “Ye-yeah i’m here” you stutter out, cursing the way your voice broke when you said it. “Baby what's wrong?” he asks, “Nothing I’m fine i promise” you respond, as tears still pour down your face. “Can I come in?” he asks, as he places his hand on the door handle, “Um, sure” you say, as you wipe your tears away quickly.

Matty opens the door slowly, his face falls when he sees you curled up in the corner. He rushes up to you and kneels down to face you, “Baby what's wrong?” he asks, as he cups your cheek in his hand. “I-i’m sorry please don't be mad” you whimper. “Why would I be mad? Why are you apologizing?” he asks, confused on what you were talking about. You finally looked up at him, “I started my period and bleed onto the sheets, I’m so sorry, i’ll buy you new ones if you want” you sob. Matty frowns and immediately pulls you into his arms, “Baby why would i ever be mad? Sheets can be washed, it's ok” he says as he rocks you back and forth, trying to soothe you.

“Wait really?” you ask as you pull away from his chest to look up at him. “Really baby, i’m more worried if you’re ok or not and also worried about why you would think i would be mad?” he asks, as he holds you face in his hands, gently wiping your tears away. “My ex yelled and slapped me when I bled onto his sheets by accident” you whisper, “Wow what an asshole, I’m sorry baby, know I’m not mad and will never be mad about this” he says.

You felt a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders as he said that.

“How about this, I’ll go get Mayhem from his crate and bring him to you so he can keep you company while I go change the sheets” Matty offers. You nod your head in response, “Perfect, I’ll be right back” he says, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on your lips before standing up and leaving the bathroom.

After a few minutes, matty came back into the bathroom with the small fur ball tucked in his arms. “Someone’s here to cheer you up” Matty said, you giggled and reached your arms out for the dog. Matty gently placed the puppy in your arms. Mayhem immediately climbed up you and placed kisses all over your face, instantly making you feel even better. “Are you ok to be here with him while I change the sheets?” Matty asks, you nod your head in response, while you gently pet mayhem. “Perfect i’ll be quick I promise” he said and with that Matty left the bathroom again and went to go change the sheets. You looked down at the energetic puppy, that had now calmed down and curled up in your lap, “Your daddy is the best” you whispered to the dog, before going back to scratching his ears.

Not even five minutes later you see Matty come back, his presence catches mayhem's attention and the puppy quickly jumps off your lap and runs over to his owner. “How are my two babies doing?” he asks, “Mentally better, physically not so good” you say, wincing as you slowly pull yourself off of the floor. Matty quickly rushes over to you, “Let's get you to bed” matty says, as he ushers you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

Matty helps you lay down in the bed, gently tucking you in under the sheets. “Almost forgot him” matty chuckles, as he picks up the whining puppy from his feet and places him in your lap. “You both are seriously the best Matty” you say, as you look up at your boyfriend. “We gotta take care of our girl, isn't that right mayhem?” he asks the puppy, as he gently sits next to you on the bed and scratches the puppies ears. Almost as he understands what's going on, Mayhem lets out a bark in response. “See he agrees,” Matty says, chuckling at the small dog's antics.

“Matty” you say as you gently take his hand in yours, “Thank you for everything” you say, almost tearing. “No need to thank me baby, I love you and would do anything for you” he says, “I love you too matty” you respond back, before pulling him closer to you and kissing him.

Mayhem paws at your chest, causing you two to break apart, “Oh how could I forget you” you say, gently picking the puppy up and placing many kisses on his head. “Hey stop stealing my girl Mr.” Matty scolds the puppy, “don’t worry you’ll always be my favorite healy” you reassure your boyfriend as you lean up one more time to kiss him. He pulls away with a wide smile on his face, “Take that” he says, as he looks down at the puppy in your arms, “Hey he’s just a baby, healy no fighting” you joke, as you pull mayhem closer to you. “You two are adorable” he says, before getting up from the bed, “Is it ok if I run to the store really quick, so I could pick up some stuff for you” he asks. Your heart swells at his offer, “Of course, we’ll be waiting very patiently for you to be back so don’t be long” you say. Matty chuckles and gives both you and Mayhem a kiss on the head before leaving.

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delusional-dinosaurr · 1 year

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Package Deal (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Based on THIS request!

Day of the 'Incident'

You brush off the hair that is currently all over your face. You can tell from the fact you can feel the bedsheets a little more than usual that you’re naked under the sheets.

You had a bit of a history during your time in Barcelona, the girls tried to help you stop throwing yourself at women at bars but they all knew why you did it, and who was the reason.

Ona Batlle.

The woman always felt so out of your league. Instead of even making an attempt to make a move, you went from introverted shy Y/N that the girls met 3 years ago, to extroverted ‘chica-magnet’ (Mapi’s nickname for you) Y/N. They knew you only did it because you didn’t want to face the possible rejection of Ona, even with them reassuring you she most definitely had feelings for you too!

The one rule you always kept to was to never sleep with any of your ‘chicas’. Just an exciting night, dancing with them, buying them drinks, a bit of kissing here and there and then making sure they get home safe. All the girls thought you had been sleeping around so they’ve been trying to intervene for a while, but little did they know you’d never go that far with anyone you didn’t love. Well apart from now of course.

A few weeks ago…. (One day before the transfer window opens)

“Ona you have to be kidding me, what the fuck is this?” You shove your phone in Ona’s face. It’s a post talking about a rumour of her moving to Manchester United. You’re pacing around the Barcelona locker room at seeing the news.

“You know I’d tell you if I was moving. My contract is up next month so it’s just speculation!” She sighs. You’re not sure whether to take her word for it as you know she’s always wanted to play in the WSL. Ever since you left Arsenal a few years back you’ve craved being back in the UK. Closer to your England teammates and your family.

“The transfer window opens tomorrow, are you not worried?” You ask her, concerned at the thought of losing your best friend. She shakes her head, As much as you try to forget your feelings for her, losing her to another country is something you’re not willing to accept.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and it’s a message from your best friend Ella Toone. You quickly glance at the message and it puts a sad smile on your face. You quickly shove your phone back in your pocket.

“Look, no matter where we are you’ll always have me Y/N” Ona says as she hugs you. You sigh as you melt into the hug.

“I know, I know” You sigh “Promise you’ll tell me if you leave?” You say which earns you a nod in return from the Spaniard.

A few days later (Transfer window open)

You feel your phone vibrating like crazy and see your Twitter notifications going wild.

“No..no...no..un-fucking-believable. So much for telling me Ona” You clench your jaw seeing the headline

‘Spanish star Ona Batlle transferred to Manchester United for a 18 Month contract! Welcome Ona!!’ There’s a photo of her in a manchester jersey. You cant help but think how the colour really suits her but that quickly fades. You dial her number. Voicemail. You ring the next person you can trust.

“Hola chica magnet! How can I be of assistance? Need a lift home-"

“Mapi, where the fuck is Ona!?” You ask, pacing around your room.

“Did she not tell you? She left for Manchester this morning. The party we had was her farewell party but she didn’t tell any of us as she didn’t want anyone being upset. You know what she’s like” Mapi sighs.

24 hours before the 'Incident'

You get off the plane and instantly put your sunglasses back on. Your hangover from your hard night in Barcelona last night is still having its effect on you.

“Y/N!!!” You hear your England teammate scream as she runs to you in the baggage area. You instantly grab her and pull her into the tightest hug. “I’ve missed you so much Lessi” You say with you face shoved into her shirt.

“I’m so happy you’re coming to stay with me for a bit. It’ll do you some good to be with us” Alessia smiles at you and helps you with your bags “Jesus Y/N how much did you need? Might as well move back to the UK at this rate!” You laugh whilst your best friend complained about how heavy your stuff was.

Back to the 'Incident'

You take in the sight of the girl laying next to you, also completely naked.

“Enjoying the view” You hear the Spanish girl say.

“Very much so” You lean in and kiss her neck, gently pecking the marks you had left on her the night before.

“Wait Y/N, I’m sorry” Ona says

“For what? Leaving me? Not telling me you were leaving? Not talking to me for 2 weeks?” You say sounding slightly irritated but you were no longer as angry as you were when you found out.

“All of it. I should’ve told you before I finalized the move. I was scared and didn’t want people knowing. I didn’t want to leave you guys but also need the experience here in Manchester” She says whilst gently running her fingers through your hair.

“I can’t say I’ve totally forgiven you, because it hurt Ona. It hurt a lot” You avoid eye contact with her “But at the same time, maybe we needed this. I needed to make a move and clearly a bit of liquid courage helped me last night” you blush causing her to smile at you.

"Wait I just wanna clear something up. I’ve only ever slept with two people. You and my ex. I never slept with anyone from the bar. Just a distraction and I pre-warned them. I just.. I needed a distraction from you” You look into her eyes, trying to gauge how she’s feeling.

“Well maybe if you made a move sooner, last night would’ve happened way sooner” Ona smirks whilst straddling you. You smile at her and lean into heated kiss with her. You can feel your stomach doing flips, you’ve finally got her.

Just as things were getting heated Ona’s phone starts ringing.

“Hey Tooney!..Oh shit..I’ll be on my way in 10! Tell Marc I’m so sorry” Ona says springing out of bed and throwing her training kit on quickly.

“Want me to drive you? Alessia said I can come watch you guys during training as long as I don’t distract you all” You say also chucking on some clothes. You grab your backpack and go and get in the rental car to wait for Ona to finish getting ready.

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Once you arrive at the training grounds you slip away when Ona greets the team for the training session.

“Are you sure they have no idea?” Tooney asks you quietly away from the group, whilst you’re straightening out your new shirt.

“Absolutely clueless mate” You smirk as you walk out hiding behind the staff.

“Alright ladies! Some amazing news for you all! We managed to bag another signing. Thought I’d let you all know properly before you see it over our social media posts!” He says grinning. “Wait but we’ve already got Ona? Who else?” Ella asks, playing along.

You jog out onto the pitch with your number ‘24’ on your jacket.

“Hiiiii” You say waving at them all. Out of the whole team only the staff, Marc and Ella knew of your transfer to United. You also were promised by Marc that you’d spend less time on the bench with United as you were more of a super sub in Barcelona.

“WHAT THE FUCK” Alessia lifts you up and you both fall over. A lot of the girls start piling on top of you both. You’ve always been fairly close with the United girls as you grew up with a few of them, it was a no brainer to join them. After everyone gets off of you Ona stands next to you and links your pinky with hers whilst sending you a smile.

“Now, we aren’t actually having a big training day. Was thinking we do some 5-aside tournaments for an hour or two and then you lot go out for some team bonding!” Marc announces, dropping the orange vests on the ground for when everyone picks out their teams.

After the 5-aside tournaments (Your team was you, Mary, Ona, Alessia and Ella) and being awarded your trophy for your team winning, you all go out later on to a local bar that you had all got a VIP room in.

“I can’t believe you’re staying here permanently” Ona beams at you, unable to stop smiling giddily.

“I’ve got the same length contract as you too! Maybe we should become a package deal” You wink.

“Is that you asking me something Y/N?” She smirks.

“Fucks sake Ona” You laugh “But yes, will you be my girlfriend? I refuse to lose you now that I’ve moved all the way here to be with you” You lean in to kiss her, hearing a few yells from your teammates. “Oi you two get a room!” Mary yells.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend. Have you managed to find somewhere to live?” Ona asks you.

“Well funny you should mention it, Marc said until they find me decent accommodation, I’ll be sleeping in your spare room” You giggle “I highly doubt I’ll sleep in that room”

“Hopefully we wont be doing much sleeping mi amor. So much to catch up on” Ona winks. “Watch it Batlle, I can always move back!” You joke, causing her to hug you. “Nope, you said it! You said we are a package deal!” She cheers whilst hugging you tightly.

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Hopefully you guys enjoyed this one! Again I'm working through like 4/5 requests at the moment and you should hopefully see another one shot this week! I'm still more than happy to take requests. There are a few unfortunately I wont be doing due to not knowing players well enough but I'm keeping them in my asks so that I can go back to them! I'm keen to write for Keira soon, because who doesn't love Keira!

Thanks for all the support!!

#ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle #woso request #woso one shot #woso imagine #woso x reader

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saezurumurmurs · 21 days

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A BL Platform For Everyone

NB: Please reblog this for visibility!

A little over two years ago, me and my BL crew were in our little chat sharing recommendations.

Cat had an impressive spread sheet, Marcie and I had iCloud Notes, and it was pretty much chaos.

I looked at it and said out loud, "There has to be a better way for us to keep track of our reads and share recommendations. There has to be right?"

Cat said she wished someone would build a BL app with everything already there. Me, a developer of almost thirty years, paused while a floodlight (not a light bulb) went off in my head.

“Well I could maybe build one… cause like, I build stuff. How would that be?”

By the end of the conversation Cat had invited me to build an app for BL.

Four weeks later, in late February of 2022, digitaljuicy.com was online.

In the last couple of years, I’ve been listening to the fandom, paying attention to feedback, poured over analytics, read your responses to the Reader’s Survey and continued to craft a platform with all this in mind.

What I have been building is 100% for us... there is nothing but BL and it is an attempt to encompass ALL of BL. Not just the bits and pieces.

But for two years I've been struggling. Struggling in many ways, but specifically to get what I wanted out of the platform. I tried and failed so many times.

In September of 2022 I tried to raise venture capital to build the platform I wanted for us. I pitched it to accelerators and true blue venture capital.

Juicy is what is called 'pre-seed'. Which means were still so new and evolving, under-resourced and while there was interest, there was no joy. No funding was raised.

In December 2023, I realised it was time to rethink Juicy. i have been on the deepest dive for months rebuilding Juicy from the ground up and preparing the framework for the mobile app.

I’ve built something I want to use… and wild, I’m building it and using it as a fan at the same time. I'm at the point where it's impossible not to want to share.

And what kind of platform do I mean? At its most basic level:

You can track your reads, watches and plays

You can review and recommend the titles to the community, your friends, strangers on Twitter, your friend you're trying to corrupt outside the fandom. Your poison.

Timelines for you, for titles, for episodes, chapters… just about everything. I mean everything: The creators, the publishers, the studios, the actors... you can leave reviews and status posts on EVERYTHING. No algorithms, no force feeding... just discovery, recommendations and honest reviews by this community about our community and the industry we feed.

Collections! Lists of stuff you're reading, dropped, want to read, want to buy, love or hate, all pretty and organised and shareable..

A growing database resource of titles, tagged up to its eyeballs with a minutiae of data.. with reading an streaming links and anything else we find that we think is relevant.

But it is also a lot more than this.

I wanted it to be more than what it was. I want to turn Juicy into a mobile app, add some more functionality and more specifically, platform all of BL for its non-Asian fandom.

We get left out of so much, I feel like we need our own thing.

I don’t know about ya’ll, but I was tired of being banned on social media for sharing content. How you gonna ban me for saying a 2D fictional character needs to be shot with shite and strung with cobweb? But they did… and I know it’s not just me.

What about the creators? How do they interface with the non-Japanese or non-Korean fandoms? On which misogynistic hell site?

What about the publishers and merchandisers? What about the little Etsy sellers? Why does BL have to hidden away in the databases of mangaupdates, anisearch and anilist? Why does every single manga tracker out there seem to have pitiful listings for BL?

Is it because we’re a female or queer audience?

Look at this lil video I made:

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Either way, I’ve long felt it’s time for us to do our own thing. So I’ve been building it. Pixel by pixel. Feature by feature on my own.

Juicy has been a small chat group, but I’m the only developer. We’ve always been clear about what we wanted to build: A platform for the fandom, the creators, the publishers, the merchandisers… my goal is a one-stop platform for BL and I am damn close to presenting this new iteration.

This was and remains the core of what I’m building: The largest English platform for BL on the planet. The functionality is one thing, but building a database like that is not a one-person job.

So now I need your help.

First to keep the servers online, so I can continue to build and develop and finally, finally release the mobile app. I can't tell you how much I want that.

I’m close to pushing the new Juicy 3.0 out, and I’m very in love with the work I’ve done since December. It’s a new look, and it works 1000 times better than the previous iterations of Juicy.

I just have hit a wall financially, and need your help and support to get it over the line.

Juicy's ass is fat and I been carrying her mostly alone for two solid years.

I’m going to launch a Kickstarter for this project in a bit so I can hire another developer to help with the trickier bits and fine tune the mobile app, but for now, I felt a Patreon would at least help us keep the servers up and maybe, just maybe allow us to afford a few crucial bits that will elevate your experience as a user.

And because I’m a developer, and I can do some pretty kinky shit with APIs and such, if you support this Patreon campaign, you will get some nice feature perks on the platform automagically. You won’t have to pay again to access these perks in-app later.

As many perks as I can cook up anyway, not the least of which will be access to some of the nicer functions and features I’ve already built into the platform.

When the mobile app launches, you will get it first and for free! Plus we’ve been talking about a lot of other ways we can make the platform fun beyond what I've done already.

I plan to monetise the platform in various ways, but in a profit sharing model. You contribute to the database, you contribute content, you get a share of whatever the platform makes. This is already built into the system. This will be open to anyone willing, but to Patrons first.

Finally, I'm limiting the number of people who can subscribe via Patreon to 1000 people. Once we hit that number, the rolls will be closed to new membership, and everyone directed to the platform to pay for any services or merchandise.

My goal for this group of Patrons is that you become an exclusive and tightly knit inner circle.

My hope is that you will help me actively shape what Juicy will become. Your votes and say will carry weight. Your feature requests considered and if possible implemented first.

You will get access to exclusive merchandise, exclusive giveaways and promos (like free stuff), and exclusive programming from the team.

With your help we will produce an exclusive podcast for Patrons only discussing all things BL and Juicy (honestly our conversations are generally wild and hilarious... it will be a rollick for sure), along with other content for Patrons only. We've even planned watch parties and other fun shit... I swear, we want you all to be our greatest ambassadors so we are planning as many treats as we can.

Your access on the platform will be specific to your Patreon subscription and your treatment will be VIP for the life of your subscription.

Finally, the way my auADHD are set up, I have no interest in the dramas of the BL fandom, so this is never going to be about gatekeeping access to anything. It’s about making more access possible. You can help bring us all together and make us stronger as a group.

So do you think Digital Juicy sounds like something you’d like in on?

Okute Sea

Saezuru Murmurs

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You’ve definitely become one of my favorite Elvis writers on here, Marina.

And I wanted to ask you, are you planning to do more Elvis series? Like a series of Hollywood!Elvis, where he fights to be a serious actor and falls in love with one his co-stars. Or more Elvis AU, since we already have Pirate!Elvis. For example Cowboy!Elvis. Spy!Elvis like a James Bond or Agent Elvis. Mafia!Elvis. Even a Superhero!Elvis.

I think you’d do such a good job bringing all those concepts to life 🤭

My sweet anon, thank you so much, what a kind thing to say, I’m so glad my writing has brought you joy. 💋🌸💋 As for AU’s I did start a series about Hollywood E, yet never finished it. And for now I’ve got riverboat Captain E and father figure E to chew and that’s a lot on its own…but never say never. I think this would be something I’d have to have pitched to me and see if it resonates? So far I’ve not fully cooked up anything else original that hasn’t been done better by others. I’m always happy to dish out recs, fyi.

BUT THAT SAID…I’m messing around with little snippets, a filthy fairytale in collaboration with @elvisabutler and this demented Regency Elvis headcanon below that “my sexy secretary” @ab4eva took down from a chat. Enjoy…

I Bet on Losing Dogs -🥀 A Regency Elvis Blurb

18+ blurb, warning sexual content ahead, arranged marriage, romance novella style stuff

Imagine this: Regency Elvis whose wife has recently left him for a foreigner, taking with her his only child -a daughter who cannot inherit. He needs an heir.

Zero promises of love or fidelity or even bare respect for his new wife but…there’ll be position and status and jewels so long as you perform your wifely duties without complaint.

Jaded and lonely, I need freshly betrayed Elvis buying off a nobleman for his daughter, a Baron who’s mortgaged his estate for debts, Mr. Presley gets the association with your family’s nobility and you get the much needed wealth that new money brings.

And so your new husband comes in nightly in an embroidered robe and a solitary lit candle to consummate your union. He’s got all that chest hair displayed and a lil ponch of a belly showing out his robe as he slowly undoes the tie every night, never rushed, and you can feel the jitters down to your toes every time as you hug the sheet to your chin.

*Let go, Darlin,* he’s always murmuring as he pulls the sheet from your grip, *must do what needs done*

He fucks you hard and fast for such a delicate woman and then tosses you spending money to make up for it.

Reminds you after each visit to yoru chambers that you have a job to do. One single job.

*Gimme that son and maybe you’ll get that sea bathin’ ya been hankerin’ for*

(Elvis is from Yorkshire if he was ever transported to an English Setting AU, ok? No question, unless the question is Irish versus Yorkish)

Each time, when he finishes and pants into the humid crook of your neck, his hand blindly strokes away your tears and he whispers in gravelly apology, *I’ll leave ya alone, moment ya start to swell, I swear it, I’ll leave ya alone lil girl*

But that’s not why you’re crying, you wish he’d stay, he doesn’t know how cold you get when he leaves you and his sweat and spend cools on your skin and leaves you shivering.

You could curse the woman who laid here before you, who broke his heart and still haunts this place, like the wall opposite the bed with its outline of a portrait missing on the sun-bleached wall.

You wonder what she looked like, this missing wife.

You wonder if she secretly craved the burning stretch of him like you do, possibly not if she left for someone more…continental. Was he too voracious for her? Or was it the loneliness that finally ate her through like the moths who try the same with the bed canopy.

One night, Mr. Presley’s hand slips from your shoulder down to your breast, very rarely does he maul you there except in his direst paroxysms of pleasure, but tonight he slips and grabs and it’s so sore you nearly cry aloud from the ache.

*I swear I’ll leave ya be* he had said and you bite your lip savagely, cinch your corsets cruelly and wonder how to make him love you, tolerate you even. Anything so that you’re not left alone like he promises.

Are your breasts sore from being with child? You worry so.

So the next night you scheme, and when he shakes atop you and catches his breath and makes to roll away, you grab hold of him and keep him close.

*Six months* you murmur, and he seems confused by your meaning, *six month’s you’ve visited me nightly save for menses and Lent, and no child to show for it. Won’t you stay? Nurse says if the man remains…after…the chances are greater.*

Ensuing cockwarming between two people who’ve barely spoken outside of bed…little chats…because neither can sleep and in fact, he doesn’t really sleep that much at all, he admits.

*what do you do then? At nights?* you ask.

He reads a lot, he tells you and he’s got a telescope, and you tentatively ask if he’ll read to you.

He agrees with a shy *i-if ya want that, I will*

About the books. You asks if he will tonight instead of leaving and he says yes.

Then he hesitates and asks lowly, *can we…once more?…before?*

He asks if he can do it again, before he grabs the books, because he firmed up again while acting as a stopper in your warm cunt.

You’re already a wet mess down there and perhaps he moves you around, spoons you.

Puts himself back in and you’re so wet from what he gave you before and your excitement at the intimacy you feel in this movement.

And due to the difference in angle, for the first time, you actually come from the feeling of your husband inside you. His flaming hot body behind you, his thick arms wrapped around your body, the delicious rub of him in your womb.

And you’re quite sure you’ve already made a child but he doesn’t need to know. Not yet.

Anything to keep him coming back.

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