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Look For The Light | (Joel x Reader) - Coming Soon!
Synopsis: When Joel and Ellie are on their way to find the Fireflies, they stumble across something else in an abandoned farmhouse. Something unexpected and life changing - you. ….and the three year old toddler you rescued three days ago that happens to harbor something familiar Joel has a hard time reconciling with.
(Sneak peek below the cut!)
Suddenly the handle on the door to your room jiggled, making the breath stutter in your chest.
The low voice on the other side of the wooden barrier made you jump. “I’ll give you to the count of three, otherwise I’m breakin’ this thing down.”
You gulped.
“One.”
Silence.
“Two.”
A beat more.
“Three.”
Suddenly the door swung open, the latch busting into pieces and skittering across the floor as the hulking frame of a man barreled through shoulder first. Just behind him you saw a teenaged girl peeking in curiously from the top of the steps.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, offering a timid smile. “I’d have met you at the door, but,” you looked down toward the bundle in your arms, the smile turning more genuine. “My hands are full.”
“Holy fucking shit,” the teenager mumbled, before trying to make her way around the grumpy looking man. He caught her by her backpack, not allowing her any closer, to which she turned a skeptical look his way. “Really, Joel? It’s a baby. What’s it gonna do, drool me to death?”
You snorted a laugh, arching an eyebrow at the man- Joel’s unimpressed look your way.
“It’s a toddler. They’d scream your ear off b’fore they’d drool-” He stopped when he glanced from the tiny human in your arms who looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, and focused back on the teen, finding her already looking at him with raised brows.
After a moment he released her with a sigh, and she took a few tentative steps your way, wide grin climbing up her face.
“How would you know, anyway?” She teased the man without sparing him a glance.
The look he shot at the back of the girl's head made you want to grin, but you successfully tucked it into the top of the little human’s head in your lap.
“I’m older ‘an you. Been ‘round the block a few times, is all. Know a thing or two.” His voice was a rumbling grouse, the dry tone exasperated and saying he’d been here a time or two before, this argument worn and thin.
“Yeah, because you’re ancient,” she mocked.
“Ain’t that old,” he grumbled.
“Dirt is younger, Joel.”
“Not worried I’m infected?” You kept your voice calm, not wanting to poke the angry bear known as Joel.
The girl smiled in a way that said she had more to say than what she was telling as she knelt next to you. “No. Not really.”
“Ellie,” Joel groaned, taking a step closer as the teen sat next to you, her shoulder lightly bumping against your own as her back pressed against the wall.
“I’m not, by the way,” you looked between them both. “Infected.” Looking down to the toddler in your arms, snorting as she tried to hide further into your threadbare shirt, you couldn’t help but smile softly. “Neither is she.”
“What’s her name?” Ellie reached out a finger for the little one to hold. It was taken tentatively, and given a firm shake like she had seen countless adults do around her in the QZ you’d been in before.
It made Joel snort out a laugh through his nose.
“Sarah.”
The laugh turned into a choking sound, quickly melting into a coughing fit as Joel bent over at his waist, bracing his hands on his knees as he fought for air.
“You okay, old man?”
You tried to stifle the smile Ellie’s comment brought to your face before you turned your gaze back up to Joel once again.
After a long moment, he stood up straight with a huff. “Fine.” Another long pause. “Just swallowed wrong.”
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Love and Lust
pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader
summary:
warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, oral (m receiving), creampie??, female pronouns, whiny mike, whiny reader, switch!mike??, teasing, overstim, hair pulling, nipple pinching, not proofread, porn with no plot
word count: 1.3k words
author’s note: this isn't as needy n whiny as I originally hoped so I hope you guys can forgive me!!! please send requests for what you'd like to see next! very dedicated to @mfdxz because queen has been WAITING for this one
“Please.” He whined in your ear, licking and sucking at any of the skin on your neck that he could reach. “I need you, now.”
“I’m trying, I can’t get your stupid belt unbuckled.” You whined back, sitting up from your position on top of him to try and see the belt buckle better.
“Baby, I am going to cum in my pants if you don’t hurry up.” He relaxed his head against the pillows that lined the headboard, chest rising rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing.
On normal days when Abby was home you tried to avoid doing anything sexual, but the second Mike had gotten home the atmosphere shifted. He came up behind you in the kitchen, pressing your ass against the hard-on raging in his jeans, trying to slide his hand under the waistband of your sweats. His fingers made it as far as touching your clit before Abby stumbled in asking for more dinner, a small groan only loud enough for the two of you came out.
The clink of the buckle hitting the floor dissipated any frustration you had, your fingers immediately unzipped his jeans and threw them off somewhere on the floor. Today was one of the few days he’d chosen to go commando, both of you were now appreciating this.
You went back to straddling his waist, grinding down against his cock, your wetness causing your underwear to conform to your folds as you slid his cock between them. His breath hitched at the feeling, he turned his head to the side in an attempt to cover his mouth.
“Fuck, baby..” Mike groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction.
“Feel good, Mikey?” You teased, moving down his body to sit in between his legs.
“Baby..” Is all he could muster in response, anything else was lost the second you put the tip of his cock in your mouth.
The feeling of him in your mouth, hard and leaking from the need to fuck you, caused a moan to vibrate around him. He tried to close his legs at the feeling, you hadn’t even done anything and yet it was all too much already. Your hands pushed them back open, taking his cock as far as it could go, your nose was pressing against his pubic bone. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off of him, using your tongue to swirl around it as you went.
You climbed back up his body, straddling his waist yet again, and placing your lips against his. The kiss was needy and messy, strings of saliva connecting your chins together. His fingers found your hair, entangling themselves at the base and pulling your head back. He needed you, and he was tired of letting you have that control.
“I said, I needed you, now.” He grunted, nipping at your exposed collarbone.
Mike lifted your shirt and threw it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, latching onto one of your nipples and rolling the other in between his fingers. You threw your head back at the sensation, trying to hold yourself up against him in an attempt to keep control. Any ounce of control that you had left disappeared when your hair was yanked backwards, causing a loud whimper to leave your mouth and Mike to slap a hand over it.
The sound of Abby shuffling around in her room stopped the two of you in your tracks, the soft padding of her footsteps passed by the bedroom door. You exchanged a look, it was past her bedtime, and he was off to go check on her. Nights when Abby left her room after her initial bedtime meant she’d be more likely to leave more times throughout the night, sometimes she just wasn’t tired and sometimes she just couldn’t sleep, it’s how she worked.
You heard the two of them exchanging muffled words quickly followed by their footsteps back into her room. To save time, in the chance Abby did leave her room again, you threw your underwear into the pile on the floor.
“She needed water.” He mumbled, closing the door and locking it behind him, throwing off the sweats he’d put on in a hurry.
The bed dipped as he climbed up you, kissing his way up your body. His fingers slid between your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing the fingers to your mouth. He tapped your lips, an indicator that he wanted you to open your mouth, and slid his fingers in when you opened them.
“How do you taste, sweet girl? Let me taste.” Mike removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned closer to kiss you, swirling his tongue around yours. “Fuuuck.”
Two fingers swirled at your entrance, pushing in slightly as his other hand covered your mouth just in case. He curled his fingers, brushing against the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your body jerked against him, whining against his hand.
“Shhh, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered in your ear, a low groan following behind it as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.
The stretch was wonderful, stinging slightly at the lack of prep but an oh so delicious sting. A small whine escaped his throat, hips stuttering slightly at the feeling of your warm cunt stretching around him. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep himself quiet and to stop himself from cumming so soon. There was just something about having to be quiet and the dire need to fuck you into the mattress was sending him into a spiral, his eyes were just as glazed over as yours were.
His hips thrusted in and out, fingers fumbling around your chest as he searched for your nipples. You brought your hands to your mouth, despite most of your moans and whines getting caught in your throat every time his hips pushed back in, the chance of being caught bringing an overwhelming sense of excitement.
“Baby, fuuck…baby.” Mike moaned, splaying one hand on your stomach and bringing the other to his mouth.
He was holding on by a thread, orgasm threatening to spill all over your insides with every thrust, he’d been waiting for this all day and now that it was finally here he couldn’t even hold on.
“I need to cum..” He whined, leaning over so your knees were against your chest and his mouth was by your ear.
“Inside..” You managed to choke out, keeping one hand on your mouth and digging the other into the skin of his bicep, small moon shaped indents appearing.
After you finished your one word sentence he painted your insides with a low groan, sweaty forehead laying itself in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out. The over-stimulation was too much but he was determined to get you off, he slithered a hand between your bodies. He drew figure eights over your clit as he continued his thrusting, sucking and licking at the skin of your neck.
“Mikey…Mikey..” Your words were breathy and almost inaudible, all you could think, hear, smell, taste was just Mike.
He was overwhelming your senses in the best way and all you wanted was to live in this blissful state forever, full of him. One more thrust had your mind reeling, body shaking, sharp white pleasure searing through your veins as your orgasm ripped through you. He slapped another hand over your mouth, continuing his thrusts to help work you through your orgasm.
“Mike? What are you doing to her?” Abby asked innocently, standing at the open door that didn’t latch when he thought he locked it.
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roan’s excitement and confusion when she finds reader in eddies bed the first morning reader stays over
dad!eddie would absolutely sneak you in cos he knows if roan wakes up and sees you she won't share (i don't this is necessarily the first time but its ok) fem!reader
It's nice to wake up next to Eddie. You haven't quite mastered sharing a bed with him, having started the night with your face in his chest where now he's on his side with your arm draped over his, your hand limp against his naked chest.
You sigh and stretch with an awful clicking sound. The bed creaks with your movements as you hug him properly and drop your face into the nape of his neck. Nose flat to his skin, you breathe in his smell, stroking the stretch of his chest with your hand.
He doesn't rouse. You don't want him to, content to be close to him and steal all of his body heat until he wakes. You're missing your jeans because denims not meant for sleeping but have otherwise retained your clothes. Everything aches and you're cold. Eddie's selfish with the blanket. Still, it's worth it to wake up next to him.
Eddie had called late and whispered down the line. "Hear me out," he'd said sheepishly. "Would you come over? I can't sleep, and I'm so tired it doesn't make sense. I- I miss you."
And while you'd already turned your gaze to the hallway in search of your shoes, you'd messed with him. "I don't know, handsome. It's really late."
"Just to sleep," he'd promised.
So you'd only slept. Eddie had kissed you, sluggish and sloven and slow, his lips leaving warmth over every bit of skin he could reach as you'd laid out on his chest and mumbled about your day, and then he'd fallen asleep and left you to stare at him in the dim light.
He's a pretty sleeper, even the morning after.
You would stare at him for hours but you really need to use the bathroom. You sit up and try not to wake him, groaning as you curl in on yourself. Your back whinges.
You turn this way and that, trying to release the tightness that's latched between your shoulders when suddenly small footsteps sound from the wall adjoining Roan's. Her bedroom door opens, a quiet squeal made loud from the trailer's relative silence. She only has to take a few steps before she's outside Eddie's room.
You pull the sheets over your naked legs just as she pushes the door open.
"Daddy," she says, rubbing her tired eyes with both fists, "can we have breakfast?"
You smooth down your hair uselessly and smile, trying to hide your nerves at having been found here. You're not sure how she's going to react.
Roan drops her hands and blinks at you, slow as a cat.
"I can make you breakfast," you say softly. Trying to earn her favour.
She doesn't react at all, really. She steps around your discarded jeans and grabs the mattress in small hands, trying to pull herself up into the bed with not much success. You help her instinctively, hands under her armpits because you're terrified of hurting her arms. You're expecting her to let you go of you as soon as she's on the bed, but she doesn't. Roan climbs straight into your lap and looks at you.
"You're here," she says hoarsely.
"Yeah, baby." You can't work out her mood.
She starts laughing and huffing, finally exicted to see you. It's a relief — you'd worried she didn't want you here from her lack of reaction.
"I was lonely in my house," you tell her, laughing too.
She nods, and then turns to you in her young wisdom and says, "I get lonely without daddy too."
"You do?"
"'Cos I miss him."
"When do you miss him? When you're at daycare?"
"Yes," she says, the 's' sound dragging. She's still dragging it when she drops her head into your chest, arms curling around your sides. "I miss you but you're here."
It sounds very profound, but she's just lacking the language skills to express herself. Luckily, you know what she means. She misses you but she doesn't have to right now, because you're actually here. Which implies...
"Roan, you miss me when you don't see me?" you ask. You probably shouldn't ask her. You're feeling self-indulgent.
"Yes. Daddy says it's okay."
"It's okay," you second, turning to look at your sleeping boyfriend with wide eyes. This is something they've talked about.
Eddie's not the only Munson who misses you when you're not around.
You wrap your arms around Roan's back and tug her up until her messy curls are tickling your neck. You tame her flyaways with your hand gently, a smile tugging at your lips.
"I miss you when I don't see you, too."
Roan lifts her head. She looks so much like Eddie if Eddie had a lovely pert nose. They both have those puppy brown eyes, pretty pink lips. You try to wipe some of the sleep out of her lashes and she moves away.
"You have a sleepy in your eye," you explain.
"Oh," she says. She giggles and lets herself back into your reach.
Roan let's you scratch the sleep out of the corners of her eyes. You pretend to wipe them in Eddie's back, to her amusement, and then slouch down onto your own back with a sigh. You leave space for her to lay between you and her dad and pat it encouragingly. She ignores you and lies flat on your torso instead.
She yawns wide. You catch it and yawn yourself, turning your face so she can't see your open mouth. Neck bared, Roan takes it as an opportunity to push her head into the gap and nuzzle you with her face.
Your chest starts to feel weird in the best way. Content. You place your hand over her back and trace a line up and down the tiny suggestions of her spine.
"What did you want for breakfast, princess?" you ask quietly.
"Um... maybe waffles with the syrup."
"Yeah? Golden or maple?"
"I don't know," she says, like you're being ridiculous.
"What one does dad usually put on it?"
"Just syrup."
You laugh with your lips pressed together, a hum. Everytime you breathe in one of her flyaways gets sucked toward your face, tickling your nose.
"They make strawberry syrup. Have you tried that?"
Roan yawns again, hot against your neck. "No... Grape syrup?"
"I don't think they make grape syrup. Maybe you can have grape jelly."
She makes a thoughtful sound and then grows silent. Weirdly, you think she weighs more once she falls asleep again, limp and languid over your chest, little hands pressed loosely to your sides. You neaten up her matching pajamas and loll your head to look at Eddie. He doesn't seem like he's going to wake up anytime soon. You've effectively trapped yourself.
You still need to pee.
It's not the worst fate in the world. You let Roan use you as a mattress and think of helpful things, like the Sahara dessert. Eventually, you doze.
Eddie turns onto his back to find his two favourite girls cuddling. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to him because he doesn't have a camera and he's also absurdly jealous. He can imagine how the situation came to pass quite easily; you and Roan adore one another.
Though he's still surprised. After all, it's mid-afternoon. By now Roan would've dragged him out of bed for cereal and the morning cartoons.
He pokes your cheek. You don't look very peaceful, less when you wake.
"Hey," he murmurs.
You move your bleary gaze to him and seem as though you're looking straight through him.
"How'd you get her to sleep in?" he asks. "She never let's me."
"She loves me more," you mumble, deadpan. You scrunch your eyes closed and then force them open, a real struggle that makes him feel very sorry for you, until you say, "Oh my god, I need to pee so badly."
"Pass her over," Eddie says.
You look down at the 'her' in question. "She's the cutest thing ever."
"She'll still be cute in five minutes, swears. I kept expecting her to get less cute, but no such luck."
"Yeah, you're super unlucky."
"Sarcasm," — he kisses your temple — "is the lowest form of wit. Now give me the girl."
You pass her over. Eddie tucks her into his chest and pats her back very carefully to stop her from waking up though she absolutely should be awake by now. The mattress springs whine as you curl onto your side and stand, stretching tall.
He won't lie and say he doesn't watch you leave but when you walk blindly into the doorframe he pretends not to see it, averting his gaze to the sleeping girl in his arms instead.
Your sarcasm might've been well-founded. After all, he feels pretty lucky. It's not everyday you have two pretty girls sleeping in your bed.
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The Car
Warnings: Jealousy, Manipulation (from both parties), Smut, Oral Sex
Second expansion of the Ex Husband Price list.
"No no no," you groan as you car splutters on the road. You knew something felt off when you had pulled out of the garage at work but decided to risk it anyway. You had recently started a new job, finally able to find a company that was willing to take a risk on you after such a long time away from the work force. Eager to show your enthusiasm for the job you worked late all week, even this Friday evening.
"Shit," you sigh as the car bucks in protest and you pull over to the very narrow shoulder. It's whining and idling so low you know it's going to stall out and before you can even throw the hazards on it does just that. It had done this before and you never got a solid answer from John what the issue was. He threw a whole bunch of lingo at you explaining but he knew it would go over your head.
You give the car a few seconds rest before trying to the key to start it again. The car stutters, engine squealing as it tries to turn over but it doesn't get there. You wait and try again, same result. One more time and you let out a yell of frustration and throw the keys into the passenger seat. It's nearly ten at night, on a Friday. You couldn't just leave your car here but a tow was out of your budget, and actually going to the shop to fix it was out of the question.
There's only one other option and it eats you from the inside as you stare at his number in your phone.
"John," you say when he finally picks up. It had rung so long you were sure it was going to go to voicemail. He doesn't say anything but you know he is listening. "My car's dead," you explain with a irritated sigh. "I was leaving work and it did that weird bucking thing and I think I saw smoke," you explain, eyes darting to the road as another car flies by. "You we're able to fix it last time and I just thought you could tell me-" you don't finish before he cuts you off.
"Call a tow," John replies flatly and you hear something rattling; glasses. "I'm busy," he continues and then you hear someone talking in the background. A man but you also hear a woman's lilting laugh a second later. That makes you freeze.
"You know what," you snap, jerkily removing your seatbelt and going for the door. "I'll figure it out myself," you climb out and slam the car door shut. Another car races by and the loud roar of the engine makes you wince as your jam the phone between your shoulder and ear as your fingers scramble to find the hood latch. "Have a nice evening with your friends."
"Get back in the car," John snaps, obviously having heard you climb out and the cars going by. "Where are you?"
"Doesn't matter, you're busy," you answer back finally finding the latch. You let the phone slide down and you grab it with your hand as you wrench the hood above your head and look for the support piece to hold it in place. "I'm sure someone will pull over to help." And you hang up.
He calls back four times but you ignore him as you stare at the engine. You have no idea what you are looking at and when you reach for something familiar the heat wafting from it makes you flinch back. Then, because England lives for being dramatic, it starts to rain. The water fizzles as it hits the hot engine and you huff, moving to let the hood fall with a loud bang again not sure if it was wise to let the engine drenched.
Stomping around to the drivers side door you stare at the phone as John starts sending texts before calling again and you finally pickup.
"Figure it out, sweetheart?" John asks sarcastically. You can hear music in the background and you do your best to not let your ears strain to see if you can hear that woman again.
"I'm calling a tow," you answer simply as you smooth your hair back off your face. "Maybe they'll actually fix it properly this time," you snipe. He had been the one to 'fix' it last time.
"Where are you?" He asks ignoring your jab.
You sigh before giving him the road you're on and lean back into the seat. He says he'll be there in thirty, he has to drop someone off at home first. You don't ask who that person is, though you feel a squirm in your stomach at the thought if it was that woman. Maybe a date that you interrupted. If you hadn't been so exhausted after a long week you probably wouldn't have even called him. The instinct to reach out to him when something went wrong was still too strong and it irked you that he was still your safe space.
Lights flare in your rearview mirror as John pulls up in his truck, flashing them once to let you know it's him. The rain is coming down in a proper downpour now and you snatch up your purse and dart out into it. You twist to lock your car over your shoulder, the battery is functional at least. When you pull the door open you have to pull yourself up, the stupid thing so tall that John used to help you in it whenever you two would take it out.
"Don't," you say as he looks at you and opens his mouth. You're shivering and you wrap your arms around yourself as he throws on his signal to pull back into traffic. "I'll call a tow for it in the morning," you state as you watch the dark form of your car in the mirror disappear into dark. "Maybe I just need a new one. I don't want something unreliable." Not that you could afford a new car by any means.
"I'll look at it first," John states as he leans over and turns the heat up a bit. "Probably just the fuel injector again," he mutters, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He doesn't say anything else for the rest of the ride and you don't fill the silence either. You're exhausted, cold and frustrated with yourself and the whole situation. Especially the jealousy burning in your chest as you catch sight of a lipstick covered straw on a fast food cup in the cupholder. He catches you looking at it and smirks as you quickly advert your eyes back out the window.
"You can stay on the couch," you offer looking at the radio clock as he pulls into your driveway. It's almost midnight and you know his apartment is across town, "if you want." You tack on before climbing out and wobbling on your heels on the driveway. It's the least you could do for him taking pity and coming to get you, plus if he's here he's not with the woman wearing shocking pink lipstick.
"Gaz is going to meet me in the morning," he offers as he kicks his shoes off at the door while texting on his phone. "See if we can fix it."
"Right," you answer, not turning around to look at him as your climb the stairs. "You know where the blankets are."
"You're welcome," John calls up the stairs, to which you answer with a snap of your bedroom door. You flick the lock for good measure even if the cheap doorhandle would never keep John Price out if he was determined.
Rest is fitful. You wake up multiple times and stare at the ceiling thinking about the fact John is downstairs. How long had it been since you had spent a night together, even if it was in different rooms? Months. You nearly crack and go down to check at him a three am. Telling yourself you just wanted to make sure he was comfortable, but when you open the bedroom door his resounding snores tell you he's just fine, ruining your pathetic excuse.
When you wake next it's nearly nine in the morning and you quickly hop out of bed. You can hear music coming from outside and you peer out the window to see John in the driveway, bent over tinkering over your car engine. He must have been up early to have already gone out, managed to get it running, get it back here and Gaz already be gone.
Not sure what to do with yourself you keep busy in the house, willing yourself to not look out and stare at him. When you brought him out a bottle of water and some crisps he's humming along to the music, a smirk on his lips as he works. He glances at you as you watch over his shoulder, doing your best to look at what he's doing and not the back of his actual shoulder where the muscles are rippling under the skin as he loosens a few bolts.
"Need something?" He asks as you stand there uselessly for another few minutes. "I'm almost done if that's what you're here for," he tacks on as he stands up and wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt.
For fucks sake. You bite the inside of your cheek at the glimpse of his stomach, the sweat that is shining there and the matted hair that trails deliciously down to the waistband of his pants. He lets his shirt fall before chugging the water as he looks at you waiting for an answer.
"I've got a few errands to run today," you cover quickly. "Is this going to be working properly when you're done with it? Only, I don't want to get stranded again," you state, doing your best to sound annoyed and not impossibly distracted by him standing there.
"It'll be fine," John answers, "you need to keep up the maintenance on it. The oil was sludge," he admonishes as he toes the waste can. "When was the last time you actually took it in for a tune up?"
"That was your job," you answer with a small shrug. "Didn't cross my mind. Just another thing to add to my to do list until I find someone else to do it for me." You turn heel and you know he's glaring at your back.
You spend the rest of your time burning off the nervous energy cleaning the house. When you drag the overflowing trash out to the bin you spot the fast food cup from the night before sitting in there. The bright pink lipstick glaring in the sunlight and you reach in to grab the cup to look at it, pausing when you realize how ridiculous that is before dumping the rest of the trash over it. When the lid slams shut you look over to see John staring at you with a shit-eating grin. He knows you had saw it, as if he had planned it.
Sometime later you hear him come in and find him washing his hands in the sink. He's covered in dirt, grease and sweat. You lean on the door jam watching him for a bit, watching him attempt to suds off the dirt with one of your flowery hand soaps.
"Just go shower," you state after a second as he leans down to rinse his arms up to his elbows. "You're making a mess of my kitchen," you state, tilting your head at the puddles of dirty water that he's dripped all over the sink and floor.
"I'll be out in a few," John states as he brushes past you. "Car should be all set by the way. Fully tuned up and running perfectly," he turns to walk backwards for a second, "you'll still need to get an oil change in six months though."
"I'll be sure to let the next person know. Six months should be plenty of time to find someone else to do it," you smirk as you see his shoulders tense as he rounds the stairs. You wipe up the kitchen and realize he doesn't have a towel and you'll be damned if he gets oil all over your nice ones.
Darting up the stairs you pause at the linen closet to grab an old ratty towel before knocking on the ensuite. The shower is running and you're about to crack the door open and throw the towel in for him when he calls for you to come in. You twist the door handle and push the door open to find him standing there in just his pants, hands in the midst of undoing his zipper.
"Forgot to give you a towel," you state, holding it up to him. He nods his head to the side to indicate for you to just set it on the counter. Then he undoes his zipper fully and steps out of his pants in a swift movement. He acts as if this were normal, that you were still married and he was just getting in the shower after a long day.
"John!" You snap as you drop your gaze to the floor quickly and twist your head a bit.
"Never knew you to be shy," John answers simply as he bends down and grabs his pants and folds them on the counter. He's going deliberately slow and you dart your eyes up to look at him. He's watching you like a hawk and you swallow as you take in the sight of him in the rapidly steaming bathroom. "Get out then if you're that upset about it," he teases as you let your eyes roam over him. He holds perfectly still, letting you drink him in knowing that you're struggling. "Or join me," he tacks on with an eyebrow quirk. "Saw you watching me all morning," he smirks. "Don't lie," he says quickly as you open your mouth to fight him on that.
"Get in the shower," you breathe out as you move to leave. "I don't want to see the lipstick on your cock from your girlfriend last night." There was that jealousy you had been trying to fight for hours. You hadn't seen anything, but you had certainly looked for the evidence despite yourself. His hand grabs your wrist swiftly and tugs you back toward him.
"I cleaned that off already," he taunts pulling you closer to him. "You jealous, sweetheart?" He tilts his head to the side a bit as you twist your wrist to pull back, it's a false attempt and you both know it.
"You're free to do whatever you want," you answer, eyes flicking up to his face. "Does she know you went to your ex wife's rescue?" You see his eyes narrow at the word ex-wife and you do your best to squash the glee you get at his anger of the term. "And you stayed in her house?"
"She's not worried about it," John answers and he knows he's hit a sore spot, but he keeps needling. "I told her exactly where I was going and she just told me to be careful." He's confirming your worst fear and the sudden jerk of your arm breaks his grip on you.
"Wash up and get out," you snap and turn to leave but you barely make it to the door before he grabs you around the waist to pull you back. He's chuckling and you thrash seeing red.
"She doesn't care if I'm with my wife," he states, either purposely or slip of the tongue forgetting the ex part. "Because she's Johnny's bird. I had them over the apartment last night," he nips your ear as your still in his arms. "Now who's a jealous arsehole?" Something you had accused him of so many times.
"You lied," you gasp out, the fight dying in you as you piece everything together. He nuzzles the side of your neck and kisses your pounding pulse. You don't fight him as his hands roughly untucks your shirt from your sinfully short pajama shorts.
"I never said a word, you made your own assumptions," he admonishes as his hands find your now bare breasts and kneads them roughly. "Turn about is fair play," he grinds out as you arch up off him as he pinches your nipples. You know he's referring to what you had done last time he had been around, taunting him about your ex.
"You let me make them on purpose," you whine as one hand slides down your stomach toward the hem of your shorts.
"So what if I did?" He asks as his fingers toy with the elastic of your underwear. "I like getting you all worked up. Watch you squirm a bit," he palms your center through the thin cotton material and you attempt to grind down on his hand but he pulls back a fraction of an inch. "Get you needy for me," his fingers brush down the v of your bikini line, "remind you that you did this to yourself." He bites your shoulder as you grab his wrist to force him to touch you but he barely grazes your clit with his finger before pulling away.
"John," you say frustrated as he lets go of you and steps around to get in the shower. "We can't kept doing this. It's just dragging it out."
"I seem to remember it was you calling me last night," he states as he opens the glass shower door and barely steps in. His eye are watching you, a commanding look on his face as he lifts his hand up to you. He's making you go to him, making you beg him.
You stare at him determined to hold onto some dignity this time. You couldn't be the one to give in twice in a row, even if you had gotten yourself off last night thinking about him to take the edge off to get some sleep. But when the hot water rushes over John's naked form and he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, you follow obediently.
You strip out of your shorts and underwear and step into the steam of the shower. Before the door even clicks shut he's got you pinned to tile wall, causing you to gasp at the bite of cold on your back. His tongue takes that chance to sweep in and you moan as his fingers finally find your clit and rub gentle circles. He kicks your legs a bit wider so he can run his hand further down you and he roughly pushes a finger in without warning.
"This is something you can't take care of yourself," he says as he pulls back from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "I heard you last night," he states as he curls his finger, pumping antagonizing slow. "Heard you open the door before retreating again. Then I heard you whimpering my name a few minutes later," he hitches his breath with you, a mockery, as he pushes a second finger in. "Yet here you are, still so needy for me. Can't take that edge off yourself can you?"
You narrow your eyes. You thought you had heard something when you had dug around in the nightstand. Had frozen in your hunt for something, anything, to get yourself off but found your stash depleted. Your toys had slowly been disappearing, or losing charge when you needed them most, over the past few months. You just thought you had just misplaced them in the bathroom or forgot to charge them. But the way John is taunting you, you're suspicious he's the reason you haven't been able to properly get yourself off.
"You sneaky bastard," you pant as he kisses you feverishly a few times before dropping down to his knees before you. You run your hands through his soaked hair as he kisses his way down your stomach, his one hand never stopping its ministrations as his other slides down to the back of your thigh to lift your leg up over his shoulder.
"I would have helped you last night," he replies as he kisses you just a fraction of an inch above where you want him most. "But you're the one who locked the door," he finishes before darting his tongue out to lick a long, wide, stripe over your clit.
You buck up and have to slap one hand on the wall to keep yourself balanced as he begins to lap at you in earnest. The water is scalding against your already heated skin and when you look down you see John's eyes staring up at you. The piercing blue eyes crinkled in the corners because he's smirking at what he's doing to you, at the noises he's getting out of you.
"How many times did you cum last night?" John asks as he picks up the pace with his fingers, pressing his free hand on your lower pelvis to keep you from riding his hands and helping yourself.
"O-once," you shudder, "barely." You admit because damn it you want to get off properly. If his smug attitude at 'winning' this fight meant that would happen, you would you'd take it. "Fuck John," you throw your head back on the wall, feeling it bounce lightly, as he nips at your clit.
"Poor thing," he taunts as he places a chaste kiss where he had just bitten. He twists out of the grip you attempt to get on his hair to pull him to you; he's going to decide when and how you finish. "Impatient, jealous and oh so needy," he spreads you a bit wider before sucking lightly causing you to shake with exertion.
"Stop teasing me," you say frustratedly before yelping as he bites you harder than before. "Please," you tack on knowing he's never one to accept your demanding things.
"Since you asked so nicely," John says before finally giving you what you want. His fingers find that spot in you without hesitation, he knows your body too well, as his tongue abuses your clit. You rock your hips into his face, riding him as he pushes you to that edge. You finally topple over the abyss at a scrape of his teeth and he holds you steady to keep from slipping in the water.
You come down, sinking a few inches on the wall as he unhooks your leg off his shoulder. He's smirking as he pushes up from the ground and you reach for him, more than ready for a second, or third, orgasm but he stops you despite being rock hard himself.
"I've got a meeting," he explains as he grabs a bottle of shampoo absently and begins to quickly wash his hair, using the excess suds to wipe down his skin. "And unlike you, I can finish myself," he smirks as his palms his heavy dick for a second just to taunt you before rinsing off.
You narrow your eyes reach for him again but he grabs your wrist to restrain you. He's serious. He is going to leave you here aching for more. With one last gloating smirk he steps out and grabs one of your nice towels, the raggedy one left forgotten on the counter.
In his haste to clean up he hadn't gotten all the grease off his skin and the remnants are left on your nice fluffy towel. You glare at the mess before attempting to finish the job John had left for you but it doesn't work. It's a ghost of an orgasm that he had given you in the shower.
What John didn't tell you was his meeting was simply paying off Simon for helping him. He had asked him to follow you home from work to make sure you didn't end up in too dangerous of a spot when the car did eventually splutter to a stop. And after John had picked you up Simon fixed the car in a second. He just had to put the fuse back in that John had ripped out earlier that evening.
Once the car was running properly, Simon pulled it safely into the woods for the evening. A task that thankfully didn’t require hot-wiring since John had given him the set of spare keys he had stolen after he fucked you over the couch all those days ago.
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Spicy Sick Days
Description: Reader gets sick, Gretchen takes care of them. (In more ways than one).
Requested by bubs! @yungpoetfics I hope it was everything you wanted bubba!
Note: Fics will be coming sporadically. I just got done moving and what not.
WARNINGS: SMUT, breeding kink, lactation kink, oral (g receiving), reader spits in gretchen's mouth, praise kink, hand jobs, reader wears a packer
Y/N Y/L/N hated being sick.
They had caught the flu and had been out of commission for a few days. A lot of meds and fluids had been consumed, but the flu was taking forever to go away.
Gretchen had missed her girlfriend. Yeah, she knew Y/N was sick but she wanted to spend time with her. (And get railed).
Yes, she knew that having sex while Y/N was sick was not ideal, but Gretchen had needs.
She decided to go to Y/N's house to "take care of them" after school one day, leaving a little early to go see her girlfriend.
Y/N woke up from their nap to knocking at the front door. Grumbling, they wrapped a blanket around their shoulders and went to answer the door, finding Gretchen, with a wide smile on her face.
"Hi Amor!" Y/N looked confused but smiled at the girl. "Gretchen? Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" Gretchen leaned up and kissed Y/N's cheek. "I'm here to take care of you!"
The girl walked in to the house as Y/N stood at the front door shocked. Shrugging, Y/N shut the door and followed the girl back to the living room. Seeing Gretchen already sitting on the couch, Y/N plopped down and placed their head in Gretchen's lap.
Gretchen smiled, threading her fingers through Y/N's hair. Y/N melted into Gretchen's lap as the girl gently scratched their head, almost purring at the feeling. Gretchen had put a movie on and the two sat in comfortable silence.
As the movie and the head scratches went on, Y/N began to feel heat radiate through their body. It had been a while since they had alone time and Y/N's body was feeling the withdrawals.
Y/N turned toward Gretchen, whining and pawing at the girl's shirt. Gretchen looked at Y/N confused. "What's wrong, bubba?" Y/N just continued to grab at the shirt, trying to expose Gretchen's bra.
Gretchen caught on and smirked. "Oh. Does someone want my tits?" Y/N nodded, whimpering at Gretchen's dominant tone. Gretchen smiled and took her shirt and bra off, exposing her breasts. Y/N almost drooled at the sight of the girl's boobs and immediately latched on to a nipple.
Gretchen cradled Y/N's head to her chest. "There you go bubba, that's all you needed huh?" Y/N moaned around Gretchen's breast. Gretchen had known that Y/N sucking on her breast gave them comfort, but it also turned her on to no limit.
As Y/N sucked, Gretchen felt her panties become more and more damp. She could tell Y/N was getting worked up too. She reached down and stroked Y/N's packer through their pants, causing Y/N's hips to buck.
Gretchen smiled and slipped her hand in Y/N's pants, stroking the packer directly. Y/N whimpered as the girl jerked her off. Y/N pulled away from Gretchen's breast and got on their knees, pulling Gretchen's skirt and thong off, exposing her wet pussy.
Y/N wasted no time in feasting on Gretchen's pussy, tongue gliding through her folds and teasing her clit. Gretchen threaded her fingers through Y/N's hair, tugging slightly as Y/N ate her out.
"Fuck, baby. Feels so good." Y/N moaned against her pussy, the vibrations sending a shiver down Gretchen's spine. Y/N could feel Gretchen getting wetter and pulled away, taking their pants off and climbing on top of Gretchen, teasing her entrance with the tip of their cock.
Gretchen gasped at the feeling as Y/N finally slid in, both of them moaning at the feeling. Y/N began thrusting at a steady pace, hitting Gretchen in all the right places. The two fucked as the movie continued playing in the background, swallowing each others moans with sloppy kisses.
Y/N pulled away, gently grasping Gretchen's jaw. "Open." Gretchen obeyed and Y/N let her spit slowly drop into Gretchen's open mouth. "Now, swallow." Gretchen swallowed, opening her mouth again to show Y/N.
Y/N smirked and sped up their thrusts, pounding Gretchen's pussy. Gretchen mumbled incoherent sentences, Y/N's cock hitting her g-spot perfectly.
"God, Gretchen. You're so good for me. Your pussy is perfect. And it's all mine." Gretchen's eyes rolled back into her head, pleasure blinding her. "Y-Y/N...please." Y/N smirked. "Please what? Use your words baby girl."
Gretchen gasped as Y/N's cock drove deeper into her. "C-cum inside." Y/N smiled, leaning down and kissing Gretchen sloppily. Reaching down, Y/N rubbed Gretchen's clit, causing the girl to clench hard around their cock and cumming.
The feeling and the sight of Gretchen cumming set Y/N off, reaching their climax with a loud growl, filling Gretchen up with their cum.
As the two came down from their highs, Y/N whispered praise in Gretchen's ear.
"Fuck, you looked so pretty Gretchen. You're so good for me. Did such a good job baby."
Y/N pulled out, groaning at the sight of their mixed cum dripping out of Gretchen. Y/N got up and headed to get a damp rag, cleaning Gretchen up gently, before pulling her into their arms and collapsing on the couch.
"Fuck. That was amazing. I've missed you so much Gretch." Gretchen buried her head in Y/N's neck, fully relaxing in their arms. "I've missed you too. I'm sorry you're sick." Y/N laughed. "Damn, if this is what being sick gets me, I'm gonna be sick all the fucking time."
Gretchen laughed and the two drifted off to sleep.
The following week, Gretchen caught the flu. And who was taking care of her?
Y/N, of course. (By bending her over and taking her from behind.)
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Trash Compactor
Anakin Skywalker X Padawan Reader
Summary: Your Anakin's Padawan and while stuck in a trash shoot the two of you get a little too close. Reader is legal but extremely innocent and inexperienced having been brought up in the Jedi Temple. Thinking about a super smutty part two.
Warnings: Fem Orgasm - not super detailed this is more fluff than smut.
Part Two - Smut
You knew he was having a rough time, through your force bond you had accidentally looked into his thoughts during force training. He was distracted so accidentally pushing into his mind was easy for you.
You were lying in bed staring up at the ceiling of your compartment. Your whole body felt raw and painful. Anakin had been pushing you harder and harder in training.
That’s where you found out his secret.
He and Padmae had been in love. That piece of information alone was enough to keep you up for the past three nights, but they had also broken up because she had cheated. You kept trying to work out the timeline and the age difference but you couldn't wrap your mind around it. Or figure out how no one noticed. The tabloids followed her every move, not to mention Obi-Wan was very protective of Anakin.
Anakin wasn’t happy that you had heard things in his mind, but that had also been the point of the task. He just didn’t think there was any way you would pick it up that fast. Normally force bonds like the one between the two of you took years to establish.
Since then it’s been all sparing. An all forms free for all against him for hours. You and him had a tense relationship at the best of times. Anakin and you both felt the world and echother deeply. It lead to a lot of shared frustration.
There was a whirring sound followed by a bunch of beeping. R2 had shot past your room at top speed by the sound of it. Your body jolted up thinking that maybe the ship was under attack. You grabbed your robe and ran out into the hallway.
You chased after the little droid till you heard Anakin in your mind.
What are you two doing?
I don’t know I thought we were under attack.
Why would we be under attack?
Why else would R2 be freaking out?
I told you to go to bed.
Well, I thought we were in danger
The door in front of the droid opened and he moved into the darkness. Before you heard Anakins mental arguing you felt him crash into the back of you sending you both falling into the darkness.
You used your training to cushion your blow. Not as well as Anakin, but still you were unscathed in the dim light of the… trash compactor.
“R2 I swear I’m going to kill you for this,” Anakin grumbled at his beloved droid, who let out a cooing sound in response. “Fuck” He ran his hands through his hair giving you a chance to admire his untied robe and black boxers. It smelled and it was gross, but you would do it a hundred more times if it ment you could see him in only his boxers.
You looked away quickly and began to try and find an escape latch.
That’s when you felt the walls begin to move.
“Master.” Your voice was shaky and you felt his large hand grip your shoulder.
“Don’t freak out.” He said calmly, you felt his peace wash over you. A lot of the time he was wrapped up in anger, but whenever you got scared he would find enough calm inside him for the two of you.
“There!” You pointed at a maintenance ladder with an emergency release lever. The only problem was it completely out of reach.
“Here just climb up on me.” The walls were now dangerously close and you couldnt think of a better option. You nervously let him pick you up. He pressed your back against one of the walls and moved your leg over his shoulder. Your chest became tight and you fought for every shallow breath. His hands were all over you. Grabbing your ass and on your thigh. The walls got stuck against R2 and stopped. You were stuck up against him.
“Use the force.” He said patiently. You took a breath and tried to stop feeling his hands on you. His fingers digging into your flesh, his face practically between your legs. You leveraged yourself up a bit and got your foot on his shoulder.
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Anakin had been in a lot of tense situations. Why his exceptionally capable Padawan was suddenly force resistant when stuck in the bottom of a trash compactor was beyond him. She should be able to lift herself up. But he was doing all of the heavy lifting while her whole body shook with tremors.
Sure it was gross, and it was a bit cold but not enough to make her shake this badly. He tried to reach out to her mind to calm her down further but it was shut down completely.
When her foot slipped on the silky fabric of his robe it all made sense. His cheek was pressed into her hot center, and he could tell just how wet you were by the way your pj shorts slid along your hot flesh.
You let out a hiss and he could feel you start to freak out.
“It’s okay. It’s just me.” He tried to still his own emotions but found it incredibly difficult. “I’m not going to let you fall. I’ve got you.” His voice was more certain and he heard you take a breath.
You tried to right yourself and push back up on one leg. His hands grabbed the flesh of your ass to steady you and he wanted to laugh at how much it impacted you. Touch-starved Padawan.
Well, technically he was still a touch-starved Padawan too. He cleared his mind and tried to focus on the task at hand. You got yourself into a standing position on his shoulders. He grabbed your calves feeling like it probably wasn't helping.
He looked up and saw your body elongated to it’s limits reaching for the bottom wrung of the ladder.
“Use the force to steady you and jump.”
“I can’t jump from on top of you!” You hissed. Your weight on his shoulders like this wasn't pleasant but it certainly wasn't unmanageable.
“You’re light enough.” He said easily. “Clear your mind.” He felt it was a bit mean, he could feel the stress his presence was putting on your body. Your legs were barely able to keep you upright let alone balanced on his shoulders.
He gave you a moment then he felt you bend your legs slightly. You pushed off and didn't come crashing down. Looking up you were dangling on the bottom wrung of the ladder. He felt you pull yourself up and then heard the bottom bar break.
He caught you, hating himself for liking the way you clung to him so tightly.
He had you balanced on his hips with your weight against the wall. With most of the space gone, he was fine keeping you like that till he figured out a plan. You on the other hand were as tense as possible with your legs still shaking. He decided that was enough fun for one night and was about to put you down when you shifted your hips against his. The friction was electric and the sound that got caught in the back of your throat was officially pushing things too far.
He should put you down or make you sit on top of R2.
He made a vow to protect you and that meant from everything, even himself.
With your arms wrapped tightly around his neck and your face pressed to his neck, you shifted again and he was questioning if it would be so bad just to let you continue.
You weren't a child, only a few years younger than him. An adult. His hands gripped your ass a little tighter and he loved the way your body shuddered for him.
I should put you down
Or?
He pressed his hips against yours and rubbed his length against your soft flesh. The noise you made was all he needed. He would do anything to hear that sound. Feel the way your body embraced him.
Your hips were uncoordinated and bucked against him, he found it endearing. There where clothes, not much, between you and yet Anakin had never felt so naked. Your mind was completley open to him, your pleasure running into the force bond around them like warm bath water.
He controlled the pace and felt your body get more and more strung out. Your hand curled into the hair on the back of his head. He moaned and it was enough to push you over the edge. Your body clamped shut around him, your legs like a vice. He held you there his hard cock pressing against your very wet core. He wanted nothing more than to rip off your shorts, press himself deep -
“Master.” Your voice was just above a whisper. “I don’t think that was a Jedi thing.”
He pulled his face away to look at you. Your eyes were bright and chest was heaving.
“You mean in 25 years, you never -” Ankin shrugged.
“Felt that?” You asked confused.
“Yeah.” He said already knowing the answer. No wonder you were so uptight. You shook your head and he moaned again.
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“If what I think is happening down there is happening. It better not be.” Obi-Wan’s voice called out as the doors to the compactor were pried open. You pulled Anakin’s hair again as you jumped in surprise then started to panic at his words.
Calm down
I can’t
Yes you can, just follow my lead
He tried to put you on the ground but your legs were like shaking jello. Your whole body was an uncoordinated mess. The fuck did he do to you. And why did you want him to do it again so badly?
He picked you back up the usual way he carried you when injured. You kept your face tucked against him wishing you could melt away into the floor.
Obi-Wan hit the emergency button and the walls began to move apart and eventually, the floor rose up to the hallway. Anakin moved out into the light and you tried to keep yourself together.
“Two Padawans against a trash compactor.” He looked angry with Anakin. “The war is hopeless”
“R2 Ran into it, like there was something down there or - maybe he was running from something?” You tried to sound competent, hoping to take the attention off of your master.
“I have no idea what that droid -” Anakin caught his eye and he sighed. Anakin hated it when Obi-Wan went off about the little droid. “The ship has been scanned. No one on board to scare him.” Obi-wan answered.
“Well, if that’s the case I’ll look at him after I get you to the med bay.” He turned his attention back to Obi-Wan “Twisted ankle.”
Obi-Wan gave Anakin a strange look and then he was out of view as Anakin turned and started to carry you down the hall.
“I can still walk you know.” You said in your usual cool tone.
“Right, so we can stay up all night limping to the med bay. Excellent suggestion, Padawan.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
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Obi-Wan stood in the hallway watching his very flushed and awkward Padawans move down the hall. The force bond around them was unlike one he had ever seen before and now it was even more fierce. Their flushed faces and the fact that Anakin was walking in the opposite direction of the med bay made him feel obliged to chase after them to talk to them before they got themselves into real trouble.
He felt a strange feeling on his shoulder, he turned to see Qui-Gon’s spirit next to him.
“The force put them together. He needs her more than you understand. It will go above the Order.”
Obi-Wan only nodded.
“Yes, Master.”
Qui-Gon laughed then faded out. Obi-Wan ran a hand through his hair wondering how his life got this complicated.
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Anakin carried you to his room, taking you directly into the bathroom. He placed you in the tub and grabbed the edges of your robe. He slowly pulled it from your shoulders. He wanted to undress you and wash you down, but your wide eyes made him hesitate. How you were so impossibly pure and innocent blew his mind.
You want me to go?
You shook your head and he moved to get the rest of your clothes off. Every brush of his fingers made your breath catch. He knew what the responsible thing to do was. Even if it felt like it would kill him. He got undressed and got you both cleaned up.
He watched you observe his naked form, and it felt nice to be admired. Scared from missions and this stupid war, none of it seemed to bother you. You looked at him with desire, but he could feel that steady bond between the two of you that made it so much more. He never felt this way with Padmae. He was a secret, something she was often ashamed of. Somewhere deep down inside he felt she only really enjoyed their time together because it was forbidden.
Thinking of her made his mood shift, something he only noticed when he looked at you. Something flared in your eyes and you crossed your arms over your chest. He hated how every one of his emotions was available to you and how every time you internalized them as a reflection of yourself.
You looked crumpled. He knew how that felt, especially when under the gaze of a lover.
He shut the shower off and grabbed a clean towel. He wrapped you up in it and picked you up. He threw you onto the bed and felt things between you lighten considerably as you let out a surprised laugh. He grabbed you a cotton sleep shirt from his closet and threw it at you. He put on a clean pair of boxers and followed you onto the bed.
So I’m staying the night then?
I’d like you to
The words were difficult. There was lust and attraction but something deeper inside Anakin. You were vulnerable, to vulnerable to be left in your room alone for the night. He wanted all of you, but the good in him just wanted to hold you. He tucked you into his side and felt both of you settle into a deep sense of comfort.
So is that what sex is like?
Anakin laughed and you smacked him playfully. He didn't particularly want to have this conversation, he wanted to sleep.
Have you really never had an orgasm?
No?
Why?
I thought you had to you know - You shrugged your shoulders.
I guess it’s not really taught as we are supposed to be free of attachment and all
Did you love her? - Anakin didnt want to answer. It was too much, too personal. But then again there was no one else to tell, all his secrets were yours at the end of the day anyway.
Yes, but not for a long time.
I’m sorry - He could feel your love surround him, he felt unworthy of it.
We should probably figure out whatever this is
Maybe it’s just what’s meant to be - Anakin could feel your meaning. Everything about them was abnormal, how they came to be paired, how they could fight side by side, how they were interconnected to such a high degree. He knew it scared the counsel, but if it came down to you or them he knew who he would pick.
I am your master though, it’s a position of trust and power. I -
I’m glad you have that power and I trust you - you yawned and tucked yourself against him. You make me feel safe
The urge to pin you down was overwhelming. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted you in this moment. He worked hard to keep you safe. He trained you hard, he took every opportunity to explain things to you. He had good intentions for this partnership, he wanted you to survive this war, and thrive as a Jedi. Feeling you in his arms now, all he wanted was to hold you and never let go.
He kissed the top of your head. Fully relaxing into the feeling of being in another's company.
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Ooo maybe something with Billy x reader where he arrives at her home all beat up since he’s on the run and doesn’t wants to go anywhere else, so reader has to take care of the cuts on his face or something.
i love this so much anything billy hurt/comfort related makes me RAA!! i hope this is what you wanted. if its not literally send me another ask i will be so happy to write another version (later tho my laptop is about to die)
injured!billy x fem!reader
There is something about living in the middle of nowhere that makes you wary of knocks on your door at any time. In the middle of the night, the rapping has you grabbing your father’s shotgun off its hooks above the door and readying it as you slide the latch and swing the door open.
Perhaps a normal person would find what was stood on your doorstep unsavoury, but it was only relief that courses through your body at the silhouette of the infamous outlaw, Billy the Kid. It had been so long since you had heard from him, and you had tried to tamp down your anxieties by assuring yourself that you would’ve heard if he had been killed. It had worked about as well as tamping gunpowder: every time news arrived from town, your heart was off like a shot, worried it would be a tale of his capture or worse.
In the split second that you allow his presence to soothe you, he steps into one of the stripes of moonlight across your porch, and that momentary peace climbs back up your throat with bile on its tail. You barely manage to set your shotgun down properly before you’re reaching for his beaten-up face, turning it this way and that to inspect the damage.
“What happened, Billy? Who-”
One of his hands comes up and closes around your wrist: he doesn’t say anything, but it stills you long enough to see the exhaustion in his eyes, and you drop your hands.
“Come in, then,” you sigh, and use the hold he’s got on your wrist to lead him into your house. He settles at your kitchen table while you gather your meager medical supplies – little more than strips of cloth and strong alcohol, but it’ll have to do.
His face is bloody and bruised, and far too dirty for you to see the real injuries, so you start by taking a damp cloth to the caked-on dust.
“You’re on the run again,” you say. It should be a question, but isn’t.
“Trouble seems to find me,” Billy replies, voice raspy and tired. “Can’t escape it.”
“Maybe you should try a little harder.”
You don’t mean the vitriol that curls around your words – or you don’t mean to show it to him. Your anger is yours, and ought to stay that way. It isn’t his fault that life dealt him a rotten hand of cards, even if it means you don’t see him for months at a time and that you’re always afraid that you’ve lost him and will never get the closure of public mourning. A good country girl, daughter of the general store manager and set to take it over one day, would not love an outlaw enough to grieve him.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly. His irises are bright under the grit and grime – windows to the soul.
“‘s not your fault,’’ you whisper.
Tears sting the back of your throat and you swallow them, unwilling to cry in front of him while he’s hurting for real. To his credit, he doesn’t say anything, even though you know he noticed. He lets you clean the cuts on his face and hands with minimal complaint, though there’s a unique sting to an antiseptic that will have even the most hardened criminals wincing. You bandage his knuckles and try not to lose it when he lifts your fingers to his lips for a soft kiss. The kerosene lamp is burning low.
“You’re going to have to leave again.”
The words trip out of your mouth. Once again, no matter how you wish it, this is not a question. You’ll be lucky if he’s here in the morning. As if sensing that it’s unnecessary, he gives the barest nod.
Something bold sparks in your chest. Maybe it’s the relief of seeing him again, maybe it’s the lingering adrenaline from the knock on the door, maybe it’s the way the moonlight is the brightest thing in the room.
Whatever it is, you say, “Take me with you.”
Before he can protest, you drop into the chair facing him and take his hands in (gentle) earnest.
“I can’t do this again. I can’t do the not knowing, I can’t do you showing up like this every couple of months. I wouldn’t be a dead weight; I can ride and shoot and cook, and maybe one day we can go somewhere far from here and make a real life for ourselves.”
“I can’t promise–”
“Even if we can’t, Billy, I want to be with you.”
He just stares at you in a confused, sleepy silence. It’s too much for him now, battered as he is, but you don’t care.
“You need someone to patch you up,” you plead. “I love you. Let me be there.”
A beat, and then two. You realize you haven’t thought about what you’re going to do if he says no; what will happen to your soul when you wake up alone tomorrow.
“It’ll be dangerous,” he says finally. “You’ll be an outlaw too.”
“That’s okay,” you say, even though it kind of isn’t. You’ll make it okay, though. For him.
“You shouldn’t give up everything for me, honey, I ain’t worth it.”
It breaks your heart, that he doesn’t know that he is everything, at least to you.
“I’m not giving up anything. I’d be getting something more.”
He sighs, realizing that he’s not going to break your resolve.
“Then we better get some rest, ‘cause we’re gonna have to leave at dawn.”
You try to hide the joy that unfurls through your arms and fingers at his capitulation. You know life will be different – that it will probably be harder – but it all pales in the light of getting to stay by his side, the closest to marriage the two of you will probably ever achieve. You can’t kiss him for fear of hurting his busted lip, but your fingertips fizz over his knee as a smile spreads across his face, and in the face of such solace and cheer, he can’t help but smile back.
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 80
Part 1 Part 79
Eddie hadn’t expected to wake up. He’d gone gently into the good night, ready to die by Steve’s side. Because as Steve flaked away beneath his palms, Eddie had felt something within himself fracture and flake away as well.
It had felt almost meant to be, as consciousness slipped like a flickering bulb: they would go out together in the same red world where this had started, one ashed connection taking both of them out with it.
So, it’s a surprise when he opens his eyes. Even more a surprise to not see the endless red of the Upside-Down sky, but the fluorescent lights of a hospital room.
He blinks up at the ceiling, brain too foggy for his befuddlement to truly settle in. But, then there’s a groan, and the bulb in his brain stops flickering. It turns bright and blinding.
He whips up, braced for Steve in bandages, Steve in ashes. It’s not Steve at all. Will’s laying, wan and small in his own hospital bed, curled into a small ball so that only his hair is visible past the bow of his knees.
“Baby Byers?” Eddie asks, clearing his throat when his voice crackles. “What happened?”
Will unfurls just enough to meet Eddie’s imploring gaze. He looks vacant enough that for a second, Eddie’s afraid whatever got Steve has latched onto him, too. But then he says, “I didn’t think we’d wake up,” unknowingly echoing Eddie’s previous thoughts in a floaty, not-all-there voice.
“But we did,” Eddie says, trying for reassuring and landing on wobbly. “Where’s Steve?”
Eddie closes his eyes, focusing on the place in his chest where Steve lives. He feels it there, pulling faintly, fainter than it’s ever been before.
Will sobs, just once, and when Eddie opens his eyes, he sees Will clutching his chest in a very familiar place, curled around his ribs like he can shelter the tether, keep its flame lit in his chest.
Eddie crawls out of his own bed on wobbly legs. He follows the flickering pull to the closed door, unsurprised when the doorknob turns and turns, but refuses to open the door. Locked, from the outside.
Somewhere out there, Mama Byers and Chief Hopper have to be making a ruckus. They’d been just on his tail when Eddie had dropped to his knees, reaching unthinkingly for Steve’s twitching body.
It’s a waiting game, now. But they’ll come. They always do.
So, he turns his back to the door, and shuffles back over to the space between his and Will’s beds, forgoing his own to shove Will over just enough to climb in.
Will doesn’t hesitate to press his wet face into Eddie’s ribs. Eddie circles his arms around Will and closes his eyes, keeping his old on the tether to Steve like Steve’s an unruly dog liable to slip his leash and be lost forever.
They wait.
And wait.
And wait.
There’s no setting of a clock or ticking of the sun, but a thousand years have passed by the time the door clicks open.
Dr. Owens steps in, already looking down at a slip of paper on a clipboard like this is a normal checkup for normal patients instead of a hostage situation. He even smiles genially at them as he settles into the chair at the bed’s side, patting the edge of the bed like he’s a grandfather patting his beloved grandson’s knee.
“How are you feeling, boys?” he asks.
Will, still curled up into Eddie asks, “where’s Steve?” His voice is wet, but there’s a note of steel in it that Eddie can feel in the fingernails clutching at the hem of his shirt.
“He’s perfectly fine!” Dr. Owens lies, “just resting. But we were hoping you could fill in some blanks in the meantime.”
He lifts up his pen, keeps it poised over the paper, ready to transcribe their assorted traumas and dissect them.
Feeling petty and mean, Eddie asks, “not gonna claim it's a delusion this time, doc?” He’s smiling when he says it, can feel it in the ache of his cheeks, but he’s never felt this cold.
Dr. Owens Adam’s apple bobs. “Perhaps there is more going on here than we initially believed,” he replies quietly.
Will scoffs, and Eddie squeezes him, loosening his hold as Will makes to sit up in the bed beside him. His eyes are red and puffy, the proof of his tears visible even as he glares at Dr. Owens.
“You knew it wasn’t fake,” he says, not looking away from Dr. Owens' face. “You just didn’t care.”
Dr. Owens face twists, mouth furling in on itself as he sighs. He notably doesn’t apologize. Or beg for forgiveness. Or admit to the wrong-doing Eddie can see twisting up his face. “Regardless,” he says, drawing out the syllables as if to emphasize the time they’re wasting while Steve similarly wastes away. “Your account of what happened will greatly help your friend.”
“I want to see Steve,” Eddie demands, settling his back into the bedrest, hard, letting the ridges of its poles cut into his spine.
Dr. Owens sighs, a bedraggled caretaker once more. “Unfortunately, neither of you have clearance to see your friend until we have your recounting of the events.”
He skirts around Steve’s name like not using it will make the damage to a real, living person by his hands less real. Eddie and Will trade looks, trading conversations with their eyes that neither can quite grasp.
Dr. Owens taps his uncapped pen against the paper and prompts again, “now, what happened yesterday?”
Yesterday, meaning there are hours unaccounted for in which anything could have happened to Steve. Eddie feels his mind slipping somewhere unknown and dark, interrupted only by Will beginning to recount the tale, from the shadowy creature entering Steve all the way up to the way he’d writhed and burned on the ground in the Upside-Down before everything went black.
His pen moves faster, a scientist’s curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he asks question after question about the way Steve found Hop, like it’s a marvel and not another step on their long, winding downfall.
When the yarn is complete, Dr. Owens smiles pleasantly and gets to his feet, and says, “come along then,” benevolently, as if he’s doing them a great favor, “didn’t you want to see your friend?”
When they finally reach Steve’s single room, down a brightly-lit, winding hallway, Eddie’s not sure how much of his friend is even left.
It takes a minute to notice. Because Steve is there. Pale and washed out the way only sickness and hospital lighting can, but blessedly not unblemished. Unburned. Whole. But he’s looking at Uncle Wayne with focused eyes, hunching back away from where he’s sitting beside his sickbed like they all have a dozen times.
“Steve!” Will calls, running up to the bed, smiling up at Steve like he’s answered all his prayers. Like Steve will still save him.
Eddie lingers in the threshold, watching Steve’s face turn toward Will, focused eyes falling on Will with absolutely no warmth, no recognition at all. Just like he’d looked at Uncle Wayne, or Mama Byers, or talked about Hopper like he didn’t know him at all.
Steve had taken to saying Will and Eddie’s names with a reverence he hadn’t understood. Now he’s wondering if it was whatever had been left of Steve clinging onto the only memories he’d had left.
“Steve?” Will asks, taking a step back, eyes trained on Steve.
He feels a tug from his sternum, pulling him toward Will, so he comes, even if it feels like approaching a predator. He lays his hand atop Will’s shoulder, squeezes tight, and meets Steve’s eyes.
They’re the same brown that he loves, but dull now. Empty, a black hole sucking him in. Still, “do you know me, angel?” he asks, uncaring of the audience.
Steve doesn’t break his gaze, doesn’t give his usual shy smile at the nickname, just stares and stares and stares, before he says, “Eddie?”
But he doesn’t say it with relief he’d used before, or love, or even the exasperation from before Steve and Eddie became Steve-and-Eddie.
He said it with nothing. Like he’d matched a name to a face and felt nothing at all.
Eddie Munson breaks. It wasn’t getting dragged to a hellscape along with a boy he disdained that did it. It wasn’t even watching the boy he now loves suffocate by inches in the Upside-Down, no.
It was looking into that same boy's eyes and having something else look back.
Part 81
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Steddie dealing with wild and clingy drunk reader ?
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“Honey, please—”
“I’m fine, Steve, I can stand on my own.”
“I really don’t think you can.”
“Yeah, look!”
“Baby—”
Steve’s hands quickly reached out to catch you the second you pulled away from him, your feet stumbling over the cobblestone driveway in a pair of heels that made his head spin. His arm wound around your middle before you could stumble forward, his own feet staggering as he caught himself from falling along down with you.
“Nice save,” Eddie snorted as he leaned his head out the open window, watching Steve try and wrangle you into the car after insisting he could do it alone.
“Shut up, Munson,” the other boy grumbled as he reached for the passenger side door of the van, ready to lift you up before he climbed in behind you.
It was just supposed to be a small get together. Robin had insisted that you needed a night to just step away from all the drama and chaos that came with living in Hawkins, and you agreed. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had an excuse to dress up with no real reason, and a part of you missed it after spending the better part of your life in the last few months covered in dirt and chasing after monsters that shouldn’t even exist.
The boys watched you get ready with smiles on their faces, lounging on the bed as you scrambled through your wardrobe to find something to wear. They did the same speech they did every single time you went out somewhere late at night without them: to call them if you felt weird or unsafe, to call them when you needed to be picked up, to make sure to always have something on you that could be used as a weapon.
The true joys of living in Hawkins, Indiana.
You had left the apartment after kissing them both goodbye and promising that you’d have a fun night out for all three of you.
It was just after midnight when Robin had called them to come pick you up from her house.
But they had dealt with you drunk so many times that it didn’t seem like an issue at first as they packed into Eddie’s van and headed out. However, after arriving at Robin’s house, they realised she had massively downplayed how drunk you were.
“She’s fucked.”
Steve shot the boy a look. “Wow, thanks for pointing that one out.”
“Grouchy,” Eddie murmured with a grin as he jumped out, rounding the van to open the passenger door. Steve had barely managed to slide out before you were launching yourself at Eddie, bursting into a fit of giggles as you wound yourself around him. “Ooft, hey, baby.”
You lifted your head with a lovesick smile on your face. “Hey, Eddie.”
“Hmm, my pretty girl,” he cooed as he grinned back at you. “You gonna get down.”
You shook your head.
“Easier to get you up the stairs, I guess,” he murmured as he nodded towards Steve to open the door.
You didn’t let go of the boy as all three of you made your way to your shared apartment. Your head was resting on his shoulder, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck as you listened to the soothing voices of your boyfriends.
“C’mon, doll, we gotta get you to bed.”
“I’m comfy where I am,” you whined, almost purring when you felt Steve’s hands running up and down your back.
“Promise we cuddle afterwards,” Steve bargained as he finally got you to latch off of Eddie. However, it lasted all of thirty seconds before you were wrapping your arms around Steve’s waist and pressing your cheek against his back.
It was more of a hassle to get you changed into comfier clothes than either of them cared to admit, and similarly could be said about managing to get the makeup off your face. But both boys managed to wrangle you down, guiding you over to the bed when you were already half asleep on their shoulders.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
Both boys shared a look over your head.
“Yeah, honey, anything,” Steve eventually answered, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at you.
You nuzzled your face further into your pillow, reaching both hands out until you could grab some part of each of them. “I have the prettiest boyfriends ever.”
The tightness in his chest eased as Steve let out a small laugh, shaking his head.
Eddie could barely bite back his grin as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Pretty boyfriends for a pretty girl.”
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could you do a drabble about lottie tying you to the bed , insert any transness your heart desires!
🦌 – lottie tying you up !
NSFW! not rly tied to the bed but i hope doomcoming!lottie will make up for me changing it a little. n got a lil carried away woahh... :P
"why are we going back to the cabin?" you ask lottie, her tight grip on your hand making you wince.
a couple of minutes ago, she had walked up to you and natalie, whom you were chatting with, and insisted you come with her. she had an unreadable expression on her face, but you could see a fire in her eyes. you couldn't even respond before she tugged you away from nat.
"shut up," lottie hisses, opening the door to the cabin and pushing you in, making you tumble to the ground. "what the fuck lottie?" you yell back, trying to get up but her boot comes up to your chest, pressing you flat against the choppy wooden floor.
"lottie?"
lottie's boot presses harder into your chest and you bring your hand up to try and remove it, but her strength outweighs yours. you're heaving now, the weight of her boot making you squirm. she finally releases it after seeing you struggle, laughing darkly at how adorable you look. "such a pathetic little thing."
you remain on the floor, frozen in place. what's gotten into her? she's never shown any sort of hostility towards you - in fact, she's been glued to your side since you all moved into the cabin, waking you up to talk about her nightmares, and always telling you how much she appreciates you as a friend.
as she sinks down to her knees and comes close to your face, you shrink into yourself. she chuckles at your fear and brings a hand up to your face and strokes your cheek with her thumb. "don't be so scared. i won't hurt you. too much at least."
"lottie, stop it. what's going on with you?" you push her hand off of you and scoot back to get up from the floor. you eye the door for an escape but she notices your gaze and her face hardens.
"you can't leave. this is what the wilderness wants. it wants me to claim you."
"claim me?!" you yell incredulously. you love lottie, truly, but you've never believed one bit of what she's said about the wilderness being alive. you would always try to get her to be rational but she never listened, insisting on the wilderness being an entity.
"yes," she walks closer to you, making you step back but your back hits the attic ladder. you mumble out an obscenity and make a break for it, heading up the ladder quickly.
once you're in the room, you try to shut the latch but it gets stuck halfway. "shit!" you cry out. you keep trying to close it but lottie bangs against it, sending you backward as it flies open.
crawling back as she climbs into the attic, you wish you would've just run out the cabin door. at least then you could call out for the other girls. they'd never hear you from in here. lottie reaches you and smirks lopsidedly as you realize there's nowhere to go. you keep reminding yourself she'd never hurt you, but you don't entirely believe that anymore.
"got you," she whispers, her voice sending shivers down your spine. "maybe i need to tie you up so you can't run from me anymore."
lottie pretends to think about it like she hasn't already made up her mind. she tears a piece of her dress off with incredible strength, making you gasp out. "hold out your hands."
you're shaking with fear, mind going blank as you try to lift a hand. everything feels like jelly. lottie gets fed up with how long you take and roughly grabs your wrists on her own, tying the fabric around your hands as tightly as she can.
"there we go," lottie coos, admiring how pretty you look tied up for her. she pushes you to the ground, knees digging into the wooden floor uncomfortably. you look up at her with a mix of uncertainty and arousal. you can't help but squeeze your thighs together.
"oh, you like this?" she raises her eyebrow, smirking. one of her hands comes down to pat your head, stroking your hair tenderly. "fucking whore."
her words make you whimper and your eyelids flutter. you subconsciously thrust your hips, humping the air as you try to find pleasure. lottie grips your hair, making you cry out in pain as she moves your face close to her center.
she hikes her dress up slowly and throws a leg over your shoulder. as she brings it up past her waist, your eyes widen at her wearing no underwear.
and fuck, she's soaked.
"please me." she demands, and you immediately dig in.
you lick a stripe up to her clit, groaning at how good she tastes. you kiss her clit lightly, looking up at her as you do so. the look on her face sends you reeling - her pupils are blown out in complete pleasure, her hair's all messy, and her kissable lips are trapped between her lips.
you moan as the hand in your hair tugs you back into her pussy, and you worship it like it's your first meal in years. and it is in a way. you could die happy, face smothered in lottie's cunt as you greedily lap up her juices. her whines only spur you on to do better, so you focus on her clit, taking it between your lips as you suck harshly.
"keep going like that, baby. if you make me cum maybe i'll reward you..."
#.myworks#lottie matthews thoughts 💭#yellowjackets x reader#lottie mathews x reader#yellowjackets#lottie matthews
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A Long Night
Blue Jones X f!Reader
Not Beta-read - Requested by @campingwiththecharmings
Summary
Head Orderly, Blue Jones, comes into your room with a new medication that you don't recall being prescribed by your psychiatrist.
Tags/Warnings
NSFW, sex pollen, dubious consent, patient/orderly sex, power imbalance, orderly Blue, asylum Blue, reader is asylum patient, unrealistic amounts of cum, no refractory period, cum smearing, messy sex, p in v creampie, coming in pants, porn with a little plot, rough sex, spit kink
Word Count: 2.9k
Head Orderly Blue Jones was in your room right as you were waking up. You noticed how he closed the door and locked it behind himself, pulling the privacy cover over the little window you used to look out into the hall of the asylum sometimes. This was unusual, and immediately you felt that nagging in the back of your mind that you should be looking for an escape. You’d been so well behaved since you arrived; there was no reason for him to be in your room.
Your gaze fell to his hand, noticing that he had an inhaler he’d brought with him. He approached your bed slowly, looking at you with a smug grin, which to you meant he was up to something horrible. Blue was known for his lewd practices within the asylum. He looked down at you as you climbed off the bed and stood in front of him, trying your best to appear unafraid.
“Good morning.” He looked over the inhaler before turning his gaze back to you, “it’s time for your medication babygirl. There’s this new one the doctors want you to take.”
“My psychiatrist didn’t say anything about that,” you protested, “I’m not taking it.”
Blue pressed his lips together tightly and then licked them, narrowing his eyes on you in a threatening way. You knew that look, and knew that nothing good could come after it. He tilted his head to the side and huffed out an irritated sigh. You gulped harshly, feeling the fear pool in your gut like a heavy weight. He wasn’t above psychological and physical torture to make girls behave, and you knew that. Regardless, you had no idea what the contents of that inhaler would do to you, and you were determined to keep it that way.
“I do so much for you. I know you know that.” His tone was soft and yet still laced in a horrific darkness. “Why are you going to start acting up now? Huh?”
He licked his lips again, face getting so, so close to yours. His voice was rising, along with his very obvious aggravation at your disobedience. Blue didn’t like any sort of defiance, and you weren’t giving him what he wanted. You kept your eyes on him, despite your mind telling you to look away. You were afraid that if you lost sight of him for even a second, he would strike.
“Come here.” He said roughly, reaching out and grabbing your jaw in his strong hand.
One of your hands reached up to grab his wrist as he brought the inhaler toward your face, and your other hand desperately latched over his enclosed fist. You struggled against his strong grip, grunting while trying to pry his fingers open. You knew that whatever was inside the canister could spell your death. You had to find a way to overcome his strength.
“Come on!” He yelled, “you’re going to take this whether you want to or not so-”
You got the upper hand, kneeing his inner thigh, and managing to steal the inhaler from his hand. You were squeezing so hard over the apparatus that you activated the canister in his face by mistake. A dark crimson cloud puffed out of the inhaler and you watched Blue breathe it in entirely.
The room became deafeningly silent. He let go of you, and you dropped the inhaler on the floor with a loud clunk. He glared at you for a moment, clearly trying to process what had just happened. You had no idea what you just did, but understood that this couldn’t end well for you. Either you’d just killed him, which meant you were going to get lobotomized or outright executed, or you did something that was going to hurt him and he was going to make you pay for it later. You covered your mouth nervously, eyes widened in terror.
Blue pursed his lips at you, agitation etched in every part of his face. He was still alive, and he didn’t seem to be in any pain. You felt a little relief. He shook his head slowly, sniffing while he brushed the backside of his hand under his nostrils. His gaze stayed on you, like a predator looking at its prey. His eyes trekked over your torso and to the floor before shooting back up at you. You gasped involuntarily and stepped back.
“You really think you did something there don’t you babygirl?” His tone was taunting. You really fucked up.
“W-what was in that?” You asked anxiously, failing to keep your voice from trembling.
You watched Blue’s cheeks started turning a shade of dusty pink while he removed his jacket.
“Fuckin’ hot in here isn’t it?” He tossed his jacket onto the floor, leaving him in only his white tee.
“It’s-it’s not that hot.” Your voice sounded vacant while you stared in awe.
He licked his lips hungrily while he looked at you. You watched his pupils dilate, making his eyes appear black. Blue paced slowly, airing his shirt out and keeping his eyes trained only on you. You started to back up toward the wall. If only he hadn’t been occupying the space between you and the only door out of there, you might’ve been able to make a break for it. He followed you while you continued backward, trying desperately not to trip over yourself.
He lowered his gaze, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.
“I need to fuck you, gonna fill you with everything I have,” he spoke in a low growl. His wide shoulders were heaving with each breath, “come here.”
His words hung in the air and forced a panicked breath to escape your lips. You were getting closer to the corner of the room, and once he had you there you knew you were done. You saw him reach a hand down to grab around the hard bulge in his pants. He dragged his palm over his erection while he drew nearer to you. Blue moaned at his own touch.
You shook your head, “no, Blue, please.”
Whatever was in that inhaler was clearly making him aroused, more aroused than he could handle. You remembered suddenly that it was originally intended for you. You knew he’d slept with some of the other girls in the facility; a lot of them had talked about it. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it yourself, and the idea of him taking you was exciting. They all talked about how fucking good he felt and how big he was. Judging by the shadow in his pants, they weren’t lying. This wasn’t how you wanted it though. In his current state, Blue was going to cause you real harm, you could see it in his eyes.
“Stop walking away from me and come here,” he said between gritted teeth, pointing his index finger at the ground.
“No.”
You darted to his left, thinking foolishly that you might be able to get to the door in time, but he grabbed you, pulling you back against his chest. You shouted and wriggled desperately while he brought you to the floor, managing to pin your flailing hands above your head with only one of his. His fingers were scalding hot against your wrists.
He buried his face in your neck while he talked to you in a low growl.
"I know you've been talking to the other girls about how bad you want me, now's your chance babygirl so just shut up and take it." His free hand was grabbing the waist of your pants and fighting to pull them down.
You noticed that he was eagerly grinding his hips against you, sliding his clothed erection against your inner thigh. You couldn’t move, he was pressed too tightly against your body and when you tried to yell he picked his head up and slotted his lips on yours to silence you. Blue stole your protests until they turned into moans, continuing to thrust himself over you. His kissing was sloppy and drool started coating your chin. He was nearly vibrating, as if his entire body was surging with electricity.
“When I get into those fucking pants, gonna fuck you wide open. You’re not even gonna remember your name when I’m done with you.”
Blue let out a strangled sound as his body shook violently. His mouth was open on the side of your face, spit rolling down your cheek as his hot breath punched out of his lungs and onto your skin. You felt the wet spot that formed between your legs where he’d been prodding against you. He came in his fucking pants. Blue Jones was so worked up that he came in his goddamn pants.
“All that for you to just…” you sniffed out a laugh, feeling foolish for panicking so hard.
Relief washed over you. You’d been truly afraid that Blue was going to hurt you. When he’d said he was going to fuck you wide open, you thought he might actually deliver on that promise. You tried to push him off of you, but he was still holding onto you tight. His eyes turned up and met yours, gaze still hooded in lust.
“Stay still,” he ordered, letting go of your wrists, “I need more.”
He started tugging at your pants again, but you took that opportunity to slide back and foolishly try to run again, another big mistake. Blue got up quickly and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. He was strong, made even stronger by the mystery medication he’d inhaled, and dragged you back to your bed despite your protests. He pushed you down face first into the mattress and closed in behind you.
“I told you to stay still,” he repeated in a low growl, “I’m not done playing with you yet.”
He pulled your pants down quickly. You felt him fumbling while he rushed to do the same for himself. He didn’t even have a chance to slide them off before he was pressing the thick head of his cock to your entrance. You had a feeling that you weren’t going to be able to get away, even if you did manage to get him off of you and make it to the door. Surely it was locked, and the key was in his long discarded jacket on the floor. You were trapped there.
He plunged himself deep into your wet heat and started fucking into you ravenously. His hands were painfully grabbing onto your waist, leaving divots in their wake. You held onto your bedding tight, balling it up in your fists. When he said he was going to fuck you wide open he meant it. You’d never felt anyone so big or so…good. Despite your initial fears, he was hitting all the right spots and sending you into a dumb-fucked state that you couldn’t shake.
“Feels so good babygirl-fuck,” he rasped from behind you, snapping his hips against your rear, “hope you’re ready for a long night. This would’ve been a lot better for you if you’d just taken your medicine like you were supposed to.”
You couldn’t speak, you could only make unintelligible noises while you drooled into the mattress. Blue was enjoying this all too much, you could tell by the way his hands trekked over your skin. You felt him lean forward, pushing you down further, nearly flattening you. His lips touched your spine through your shirt.
“Take this off,” he didn’t stop grinding into you while he pulled your shirt up to your neck, “take it off.”
You reached up, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it on the floor. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, his hot skin burning you to your core.
“You’ve got the tightest little pussy babygirl-fuck-I’m just gonna fill you up over and over okay? Just gonna-oh-fahh.”
He was coming again, and this time you were too, the way the head of his cock dragged over that spot deep inside of you was maddening. He was twitching wildly into you, cum squirting over the sides and down your thighs in a hot dripping mess. Blue kept fucking through it, never slowing his pace even though you started yelling for him to stop. You were feeling oversensitive and you needed to catch your breath.
But he wouldn’t stop.
He pulled out just long enough to turn you around, grab your sides and shove you back onto the bed. He climbed over you, smiling and licking his lips while he positioned himself between your cum-sticky legs. He hurriedly took off his pants now, murmuring something about how they were in his way.
“So pretty, all fucked out, my pretty babygirl.” He dove into the hollow of your neck hungrily, “n-need more.”
“M-more? I can’t take-oh fuck.”
He was inside of you again, slamming his hips at an unforgiving pace that left you grabbing onto the sides of the bed for stability. You were oversensitive, and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. He ripped his shirt off without slowing his thrusts. Blue fell forward, pressing his sweaty chest flush against yours. You could feel his heat burning against your breasts.
“I can’t stop, don’t you understand? I can’t stop until you’re full. Gotta make sure you’re good and full. All mine. You’re mine, okay?”
His breath was shaking and ragged as he crashed his mouth into yours with a force that made a muffled scream escape your lungs. You felt his tongue glide over the seam of your lips. He wasn’t asking nicely for you to open yourself up to him, he was demanding. You complied, what else could you do? He was flattened against you, trapping you in place.
He kissed you like a man starved. You could hardly breathe with how heavily he was panting into your mouth. You turned your head, gasping for air desperately. His hand flew up and grabbed your throat. His nearly black eyes darted between yours.
“Open your fucking mouth,” his voice was like gravel in your ear.
You obeyed, knowing your options were limited, dropping your jaw down as far as you could. He squeezed around your windpipe with his strong hand, choking your airway while he dropped a glob of spit down over your tongue. You arched your chest up, panicking when you couldn’t take in a full breath. He finally loosened his fingers and you gulped in what little air you could before he started kissing you again.
He shuddered a moan into your mouth, tongue finally softening, melting into yours repeatedly. You felt his cock hardening with his third orgasm. He whined this time when he came, and you tasted his salty tears as they fell down his face, sliding over your tongues.
“Just feels so good, feels so good baby,” he kissed you again, lips smacking noisily, “your little pussy is squeezing me so tight, oh you’re just loving this aren’t you?”
You were. It had taken you a moment to get over the initial shock of him taking you so suddenly, but you had to admit that it felt mind-numbingly delicious to have him fucking you so hard, and wanting you so desperately. You felt your own climax hit again like a wave crashing over your body and making you go limp. Your mind went white while he dragged his thick shaft on that sweet spot repeatedly. He was still so fucking hard, and showing no signs of stopping. You tried to push him off of you now, the oversensitivity making you feel like you were going to go into cardiac arrest any second.
“Please, please it’s too much it’s-ah!”
He pulled out of you, and you felt his hot cum gush out of your cunt.
“Just making room, not enough room,” he was panting like a dog, cupping his hand under your hole.
You watched in awe as he brought a huge handful of the white, sticky substance up and held it over your torso. You were in awe watching it drip between his fingers. He slapped it onto your abdomen before thrusting himself inside of you once more. His eyes were half hooded when he looked at you again. You bit your bottom lip against the ache, trying not to cry out and alert the entire asylum.
He pressed his chest to yours again. The slick of his cum was sliding your bellies against each other with each forward snap of his hips. Blue’s face was buried again in the crook of your neck, kissing and whimpering while he fucked harder.
“It’s too much!” You cried, trying to push him off of you.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said harshly against your ear, “you’re done when I say so, and you’re not done until I’ve emptied every last drop I have into you, got it?”
You gasped when he nipped your earlobe.
“Y-yes Blue.”
“Good girl.”
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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 5 (dadrry)
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warnings/tags: harry x reader, dadrry, fluff
(a/n: you guys voted, so the baby name is revealed: Vivian/Vivy)
You happened to be waking up when you heard the noise through the baby monitor. The baby was whining and babbling to herself in her crib, waiting for someone to tend to her. You turned off the monitor so it wouldn’t wake up Harry before you left to go get her.
When you opened her door and flicked on the light, she pulled herself up and started giggling, excited to see you. She was still a bit wobbly, but she was getting better at trying to stand.
“Good morning, Vivy.” You said with a laugh as you scooped her up. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let me and Dada sleep in.”
“Da da!” She squealed, snapping her head around looking for him.
You tickled her side. “We’ll go see Dada in a minute.”
She continued to mumble little sounds to you as you changed her diaper and let her pick a stuffed animal to carry to the bedroom. She grabbed a small pink bunny, one of her favorite ones, and held it by the bow around its neck.
Once you were done, you made your way back to the bedroom. Harry was still asleep, his arms tucked by his sides as he laid on his stomach. He had shifted since you left, probably noticing you weren’t there anymore.
“Da da.”
“Shh, let Dada sleep a bit longer, baby.” You sat her on the bed so you could pull your shirt over your head.
It was easier to completely take it off, especially when you were comfortable and in the privacy of your bedroom. When you picked her up again, she let out a squeal and a few giggles, which made you grin at her.
“Mommy’s pretty girl, yeah? You’re such a cutie.”
She smiled back, but soon settled on your lap as she realized she was getting hungry. You let her latch on whenever she was ready. The older she got, the easier it was for her to do this more on her own, but it was also harder for you to handle the pain. She was cutting another tooth, so it hurt occasionally. She definitely got comfortable as she nursed, which made you slightly hopeful that she’d fall back to sleep.
After twenty minutes, she decided she was done. You slipped your shirt back on and sat her on the bed between you and Harry. At first, she was occupied with her bunny, not really paying him any attention. The moment he let out a grunt, her head lifted and her eyes went straight to him.
“Da da da.” She waited a moment, then whined because he didn’t answer. “Da da.”
“Give Dada some pats, like this.” You said as you reached over and pulled the blankets back, gently patting your hand against his shoulder blade.
She gave you a curious look then proceeded to copy you, but with a bit more force. The sound of her hand smacking his skin made you laugh.
“Do it soft, baby girl. Don’t hurt Dada.” You demonstrated again.
“Ma ma ma.” She softly spoke as you took your hand away and allowed her to try again. She did it only slightly softer, and this time he groaned.
“Da da da!” She squealed, quickly grabbing onto his back with both hands, and every nail digging into his skin.
You couldn’t resist laughing as she started slapping him with both hands, chanting his name over and over in between her giggles. You got a video of her doing it, just so you could show him later. It was always so adorable to watch her interact with him, and this was making your heart flutter. She squeaked as he opened his eyes and shifted his head.
“Vivy.” His voice was scratchy, but she definitely knew he was awake now.
“Da da da.”
He chuckled and brought his arm from his side to put it around her. She had been sitting on her knees, so when she fell forward onto his head you both started laughing.
“G’morning, baby. You’re a little ray of sunshine this morning, hm?” He said as she started climbing onto his back, one hand tugging his hair for support.
“She’s been happy since she woke up, Dada.”
He smiled as he finally got a chance to see you. “Vivy.. can I get up, baby?”
“Da da da da!” She started patting his back again, well her version of patting.
“That means no.” You said in a whisper, making him playfully roll his eyes.
“You girls make all the rules, yeah?”
“Someone has to keep you in line.”
“Da da!” Vivian suddenly shrieked, making Harry flinch and you laugh.
“C’mere, babe.” Harry tried to look over his shoulder at her. “I wanna give you some cuddles.”
“Ma ma!”
Harry laughed. “Telling on me, hm?”
“Ma ma ma ma.” She continued.
“Someone’s going to be in trouble.” You gave him a nudge as you laid down, leaving a space for the baby whenever she decided to get down.
“Please go easy on me, m’already getting beat up.”
“Vivy, give Dada a break.” You smiled as she looked your way.
She was grinning like crazy still, very pleased by the fact her parents were with her and paying her some attention. Harry looked back at her, calling her name to get her attention. She leaned towards him, pressing her forehead against his ear. He chuckled and tried his best to reach for her without knocking her over.
“C’mon, baby girl.” He said with a smile as she squealed straight into his ear, making it ring for a moment. “Come cuddle with Dada.”
“Da da!” She happily shrieked back.
It didn’t take any more begging. Harry rolled over the moment she climbed onto the mattress between you two and, of course, nuzzled her way into his arms, right against his chest like she liked. You were always so in awe at the way they acted together - how special he was for her and how much he adored her. You decided you’d give them some space, besides you had some alone time with her earlier anyways. It was his turn. His eyes shifted to you as you pushed yourself up on your hand, your lips finding his quickly. He grunted, furrowing his brows while you pressed a few pecks against the baby’s head.
“Where y’goin’?” His voice was still scratchy from his slumber, which made your heart flutter. The simplest things drove you insane sometimes.
“M’gonna take a bath. Wan’ you to have some baby time.”
Harry sighed, reaching for your hand. “Babe, you don’t have to go. We can love on our little bug together, y’know?”
You licked your lips and smiled, shaking your head slightly. “She’ll be perfectly happy with just getting some love from Dada.”
“Da da da.” The baby repeated his name, her face was now mushed in the crook of Harry’s neck. She wanted to be as close as possible.
“I guess you deserve a nice bath, hm?” He pursed his lips for a moment, then let a smile shape to them. “Enjoy your alone time, darling. We’ll be waiting for you.”
“I know.” You squeezed his hand while your lips met his once again, just for a few seconds. “Don’t steal all her cuddles.”
Harry pinched your wrist before letting you slip away from him. “I’ll save you some.”
To Harry’s surprise, the baby was completely fine with you leaving her alone with him. She’s slowly starting to overcome some of her anxiety. You believe that she if she feels safe and comfortable, then she won’t freak out as much or at all really. And now right, she couldn’t get more comfortable.
She was laying on Harry’s chest, her small fingers toying with the chain around his neck. He always worried the pendant would come off and she’d try to put it in her mouth, but he knew right now she was safe. She was just occupying her attention by pinching it and rubbing the chain against her skin. It was a comforting thing that she did often. He never minded. It kept her happy and that was all that mattered to him.
“Vivy.” Harry mumbled her nickname quietly as she let out a few soft whines. He was concerned because she had been so quiet for the past fifteen minutes. “Baby doll.”
She gently moved her head, which he took as a sign of having her attention. She didn’t seem very active anymore, which was bothering him. Maybe she just wanted to relax and rest. He hoped nothing was wrong, he couldn’t possibly handle that right now.
“Da da da.” She spoke back, her small hand slapping down on Harry’s chest.
He chuckled and gave her sides a tickle. She squealed, struggling to sit up on his chest. He helped her and kept a hold on her waist once she was up. She reached for the necklace again, this time pulling the chain up with her.
“Do you miss Mama?” He asked softly, not sure if you could hear him or not from the bathroom across the room. She looked up at him, eyes widening at the mention of your name. He smiled sweetly to her. “Yeah? Bet you do, hm?”
“Da da da.. Ma ma.. ba ba.” She kept on babbling, saying a few things he recognized but mostly it was just noises.
He couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and confident her words were, even if they were hardly words. She let go of his chain and slid off his chest, which made him roll back over to keep a hold of her. The last thing she needed to do was tumble off the side of the bed and hurt herself.
“Mama’s taking a bath, baby girl. She’ll be back in a bit.”
“Ba ba!” She suddenly said as she grabbed the stuffed bunny off the bed.
Harry watched in amazement as she rubbed her hand over the texture of the fur, almost as if she was petting it. The bunny was one of her favorite stuffed toys. Lately, she has been gravitating towards it more than usual. Harry figured it was because it was cute and soft.
“Mooo!” She threw her arms up, the bunny flying from her loose grip.
Harry chuckled and reached for the toy, it had went a bit far out of her reach. “Baby, m’afraid bunnies don’t say moo.”
“Moo! Moo.. moo, Da da.” She said back, very sure of her words.
“If you say so, baby cakes. Moo moo.” Harry made the bunny do a little dance, which made her giggle and reach for it. She tried copying him, which was just adorable to witness. “Speaking of cake.. my angel’s birthday is coming up, hm?”
She was now fully focused on shaking the bunny around, imitating the actions he was doing. It was cute to watch her make the toy dance and soft, quiet “moo’s” come from her mouth as she watched it move around in the air. She hit it against the bed a few times, giggling as she babbled nonsense sounds.
“You’re going to be the cutest one year old in the world. We’re getting you the prettiest cake, baby girl. All pink and sparkly for Dada’s princess.”
Vivian’s eyes lifted and she grinned, letting out a shriek that made her shoulders lift and her nose scrunch. Harry pressed his hand against her back as she began rocking from excitement. He wasn’t sure what specific word made her so happy, but he figured it was princess. Even though he knew she probably didn’t care what the word actually meant, she knew that her daddy called her that a lot. He figured it was one of her favorites.
“Yeah?” He nodded. “So excited for your party? I bet you’re gonna get all the presents in the world.”
“Da da.” She said as if she was trying to get his attention - little did she know, she already had that. “Da da da.”
He lifted his brows and smiled as she extended her arm, the bunny in her hand. He wasn’t sure if he needed to take it, but when she dropped it in front of him, he figured that’s what she wanted. He picked it up and sat it against his chest, making her giggle and fall forward on her arms.
“Da da!”
“Is this my bunny now?” He asked with a tone of shock in his voice. “Can’t believe you gave me your favorite bunny!”
“Da da!” She replied just as excitedly as before.
“Aw, my sweet baby.” He cooed as she crawled the very short distance to him and put her arm around his neck. Her face smushed against his, making him chuckle and put a tighter grip on her. “Dada’s got the cutest little bug, doesn’t he? My pretty girl. Love you so much, princess.”
“Da da da.” She pressed her open mouth to his cheek, slobber covering his skin instantly. Her version of a kiss was always so cute, even though it was messy.
“Thank you for the kissy, baby girl. Dada loves you the mostest.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, making her squeal from the ticklish feeling.
Once she calmed down, he noticed that she was acting tired again. He lifted her above his head, making her grin and stick her tongue out. A bit of drool was pooling in the corner of her mouth, and he quickly put her down before it dripped onto him. She let out a little whine, but he could tell it wasn’t because of any distress. She was comfortable back on his chest, his arms holding her tight.
“Go back to sleep, angel baby. Dada won’t let you go.”
You took a very long bath, mostly because you wanted Harry to have time with the baby - but also because your bones were aching and you wanted to relax in the burning hot water. You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body before leaving the bathroom. You were greeted by a sleepy smile from Harry and a quiet mutter of your name from the baby, who was still laid on Harry’s chest.
“Going back to bed?” You asked while walking over to them.
Harry sighed. “Thought she would.. but she kept whispering for her Mama.”
“Whispering?” You lifted a brow, somewhat smiling back at him.
He patted her back gently. “Mhm. She was quiet for a bit, but once she started she didn’t really stop.”
“My poor baby.” You pouted to her, but she didn’t try to sit up. She seemed tired still, which was worrying you slightly because you thought she had slept good.
“She may be hungry. I asked if she wanted a ba-ba but she just said Mama back.”
Harry sat up with a groan, placing the baby on his lap. Her head fell against him, her hand gripping the skin over his stomach. It hurt a little, but he wouldn’t’ dare make her stop.
“I’ll nurse her in just a second.”
You walked over to the closet to grab something to put on, but as soon as you disappeared beyond the door, the baby started whining.
“Baby, hold on. Mama’s coming back.” Harry told her with a gentle sigh. “She’s gonna give you somethin’ to eat, promise.”
You could hear them both from the closet, but you didn’t try to rush back in there. You knew that the baby needed to learn how to cope with you not always being around her, and same with Harry not being there. She’s gotten a bit better, but she’s still learning. Harry kept a hand on her back, slowly rubbing in circles to soothe her, as he waited for you to return.
“See, there Mama is. Told you she was coming.” Harry said with a smile as you walked back into the room, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts. The t-shirt you planned to put on was hanging from your fingertips.
“Was she a good baby while I was gone, Dada?” You asked as you joined them on the bed, laying the shirt beside you to put on once you were done.
He chuckled while you scooped her from his lap. “She was a bit playful with me, yeah. Got sleepy though.”
“Sleepy? Hm, you don’t need to sleep til your nap later on, baby love.” You told her as you adjusted her in your arm and leaned against the headboard to relax your spine.
Harry watched as she latched onto your breast and curled her arm against her own chest. He wondered if she wanted to hold onto something, so he quickly grabbed the bunny she had given him earlier. You were about to question what he was doing, but he lifted her arm and laid the bunny down before you could get the words out.
“The world’s best Dada.” You whispered as his eyes caught yours.
He shook his head, grinning back. “She’s got the world’s best Mama, too.”
You hummed as he joined you against the headboard, his arm sliding around your back. His fingertips gently rubbed against your hip, which made your heart skip a beat. You missed him a lot in that way, missed the intimacy. It hadn’t been forever, just a few long days, since you last got to spend time with him alone. You thought maybe you could mention it today and he would do his best to make it happen. With the baby becoming very needy and his work on new music piling up, it was hard to find the time. You held out hope, he always came through for you.
A few minutes ticked by, and the thought was bugging you now. You swallowed gently and looked over at him. He had his phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling on it as he waited for the baby to be done so you could officially start the day together. You licked your lips and glanced down at his legs. You missed the way it felt to have him resting his body on top of yours.
“Harry.” You mumbled, much quieter than you wanted to.
He hummed back, his eyes still on the screen. You looked back at the side of his face, admiring how handsome he was, even his profile. You felt a tug in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. You were nervous, even though there was no reason to be.
“I think.. we should have some.. Mommy-Daddy time later.”
He clicked the button on the phone to lock it and dropped it on the bed. His head turned and his eyes met yours immediately. It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to look away. A thick layer of blush rose to your cheeks. You watched him lick his lips and gently bite on his cheek as he stared at you.
“Yeah?” He smirked softly. “I do miss you a lot.. been a few days.”
“Do you want to?”
He smacked his lips. “Of course!”
His eagerness made you laugh. You looked away from him and down to the baby, who was satisfied with her current arrangement. Harry gripped your waist, leaning into you so his lips could press against your jaw.
“Gonna love you on so good, babe.”
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(a/n: someone requested some morning time dadrry content, so hope u enjoy! It’s a bit short, but I love this pairing + baby so don’t worry! More to come x)
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Mixed signals - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot ‼️
warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, kissing
(i know some of you said no but im petty soo im writing it for the people that want to read it)
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Sharing a house with 3 boys was exhausting, honestly it was crazy. But since they were your childhood bestfriends you let it slide.
“Chris, come clean up your trash!” I yelled as i wiped down the counters.
“It’s not mine!” Chris yells from his room.
“Chris, come clean it up!” I yell back, I know it’s him i watched him eat, i sigh, hearing footsteps come up behind me.
“God, finally what were you-” I turn around to see Matt.
He smiles, “I’ll do it, we both know he’s not gonna..” Matt says politely, cleaning up the burger king wrappers and soda cup and throwing it in the trash.
“Thanks, Matt.” I smile at him, throwing the dirty paper towel i used to wipe down the counters away now.
I roll my sleeves up to start washing the dishes, turning on the sink when i feel arms wrap around my waist. I smile slightly to myself as my hair gets pulled away while Matt gets access to my neck, kissing slightly, pressing up against me from behind.
I let out a sigh as i try to focus on washing the dishes.
“They leave the house soon, chris wanted to go shopping for some reason and nick said he needs new clothes anyway.” Matt mutters as he kisses below my ear.
I pick up a plate and scrub with a sponge, “Oh yeah? you’re not gonna go with them?” I asked.
Matt let out a hum that sounded like a no, “I told them I had a bad headache, so they’re going to take an uber, which means me and you get the whole house to ourselves.” He smirks against my neck, sucking softly.
“Sounds nice but todays cleaning day, bud.” I laugh.
Matt lets out a groan, “You can clean later, please. I’ve been thinking about you all day.. fuck how good you sound, how good you taste, i can’t take it, n/n.” He bites my neck softly.
I sigh, “Maybe later, Matt.”
I fell him smile against my neck, kissing softly before pulling away, “Thank you.”
I then hear another set of footsteps as i turn and see chris, “Okay fine i guess i’ll-” Chris started but stopped when he saw there was no trash.
“Y/n There’s nothing there! God you made me lose against nick.” Chris groans, running back to his room.
I hear Matt laugh,
I scoff, “Shut up.” I shake my head.
“Yes ma’m.” Matt lets out a chuckle.
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“Okay, we are leaving now!” I hear nick yell from the front door.
“Okay!” I yell back from my room. I was laying on my side on my phone, about to fall asleep as tiktok played.
I hear a specific pattern of knocks on my door, one matt and i made up for each other.
“Yes?” I say, my voice groggy.
I watch as Matt opens the door, smiling as he walks in, closing and locking it before walking over to the bed.
“Matt, i’m so tired and i know i said later but can we hold off-”
“I’ll do all the work.” He says quickly. I sigh, “Please, I’ll do all of it..” He sits down on my bed, his hand going to my waist and to the hem of my leggings.
“But-”
“Please?” He whispers. I let out another prolonged sigh, “I hate you.” I scoff.
“I know.” Matt smirks.
He leans down and kisses me, grabbing my phone that was still in my hand and putting it on my nightstand, our lips syncing together as he climbs on top of me,
one of his knees was in between mine and the other was on the outside of my left one,
He lifts my shirt up and pulls me to sit up as are lips stay connected, “Arms up.” He mumbles into the kiss, as i comply he takes my shirt off for me, throwing it somewhere in my room,
he lets out a hum into the kiss as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra with one hand, “Fuck.” He whispers as he looks at my breasts, using one hand to massage one and latching his lips on the other,
I let out a whimper, bucking my hips up.
He noticed my whine and started to tug down my leggings, i lifted my hips up slightly to give him better access, he pulled my underwear off to, exposing my already wet slit, as he helped me get my leggings all the way off he kissed down my stomach, to my belly button, and to my clit.
I let out a hiss ass he placed a sloppy kiss on my bud, “Matt..” I whimpered.
He smirked at me before rising up and taking off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in my room also. He leans back down and my legs go over his arms as he wraps his arms around them, diving into my heat.
He licks and nibbles, making me moan out, moaning his name. My hands tug on his hair, “F-fuck, matt!” I moan out, my back arching,
“C-close!” I warn as his tongue speeds up, plunging in and out of my whole, his teeth still grazing my clit as i moan.
“I’m cumming!” I practically yell, my hips bucking into his face as he sucks up my orgasm, licking me clean as i gasp, my breaths slowing down.
Matt smirks and leans up, kissing my lips with his wet ones, making me taste myself.
“So good..” Matt mumbled against my lips,
He then takes off his jeans, showing his hard member.
He strikes it a few times, smearing the pre-cum over the tip, “You still on the pill?” He asks as he hovers over me.
I nod, “Y-yeah, please hurry up,” I whimper.
His hand goes up to my collarbone, practically holding me down, “I know, baby, i know.” He mutters as he rubs his tip up and down against my slit.
He slowly pushes in, making me let out a strain of a whimper.
“So tight, f-fuck so good.” He praises.
His thrusts speeds up as his soft hold on my neck stays there. “Oh my g- mm, fuck so good for me, all mine, g-fuck.” He groans, his groans are so hot.
I felt my orgasm start building again, “M-matt..” I whimpered, my hands going to his hair and tugging as he let out soft open mouth gasps.
“Y-yeah, i know, me too, so close fuck, let go for me baby, go ahead.” He gave me the okay to release, with a loud moan i released for the second time, clenching around him as he soon cummed in me too.
I milked his orgasm as he pumped in me a few more times, “Fuck, so good,” He moaned as he placed his head into the crook of my neck.
He pulls out and immediately starts to get his clothes back on, leaning down and kissing my cheek.
“Need anything?” He asked me as my breaths slowed down, he grabbed a towel from my bathroom and cleaned me up.
I muttered a thank you as he nodded and kissed my forehead now.
“Thanks, i needed that.” He said before leaving my room.
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changed to oneshot!!
#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo#spotify
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No Regrets - Part Four
Part One🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six
"Steve! Steve get up!" Robin's voice jolts him awake before she even reaches his cot to shake him.
"Wha?" is all the noise Steve manages to make in his sleep haze. His body is already sat up and swinging his legs off the cot before he even opens his eyes to see Robin.
"We have to go. Now," Robin grabs his wrist and tugs until he stands. She reaches past him to grab his mask from where it must have fallen off the cot while he slept as well as his boots which he barely remembers even untying. He's still wearing his jacket, he realizes. He was really out of it last night it seems.
"What's happening?"
"There's a Storm moving in," Robin says, shoving his mask into his arms before grabbing his elbow to get him walking. He goes without struggle.
"Okay? Can I put my boots on at least?"
"Put the mask on. You can put on your boots in the truck."
He obeys, masking up as she drags him out of the high school and towards one of the box trucks they'd just unloaded yesterday. She manhandles him into the back, climbing in after him. Hopper appears to close the door with just a nod at Robin and him before it shuts and latches.
Robin's flashlight flicks on and she tosses his boots to him.
"What happened?" he asks as he pulls them on.
"Wayne radioed."
He freezes in the middle of lacing up the first boot, his whole body feeling suddenly cold. "What happened?"
"They missed the check in."
"Robin," he hisses as fear climbs his spine.
"That's all we know, Steve," Robin whispers and it's the worst response she could give. Not with what she said but with how she says it. Quietly, gently, like Steve's a spooked animal that might attack at any moment. "It might just be a blown tire, or they ran out of gas. We won't know until we find them, and we have to do that before the Storm gets here."
He doesn't respond, focusing on tying his boots instead. It could be fine. It really could. It wouldn't be the first time a check in was missed due to a blown tire. But all the other times didn't have Dustin onboard, didn't have Eddie and Lucas. Didn't have people he'd lost- but. No? Lost? He's never lost them; he doesn't understand why a horrible grieving feeling washes over him.
Eddie, Dustin and Lucas often go out together to fix up the old Cerebro or to build new ones, just a little bit further than last time. Trying to extend the range little by little. Steve knows Cerebro used to reach Suzie in Utah, but the Storms drop the range so much. Whatever is in the air from the Upside Down has fucked everything in ways no one really could plan for.
"They have to be okay, Robbie," Steve finally whispers. It still echoes around them in the empty of box. "I can't- I can't lose him."
"You won't," Robin says, fierce and so sure. It's not a promise she can actually make, they both know that, but it's Robin saying it, so he's going to believe it.
More silence, the truck bouncing them around not too gently for several minutes before Steve asks, "who is driving?"
"Hop. El's in the passenger seat."
El's not a magical fix-all, but having her along decreases Steve's stress significantly. "Well, fuck, why didn't you lead with that."
Robin clicks her flashlight off, dropping them into complete darkness. "What would be the fun of that?"
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The truck comes to a sudden stop, judging by how Robin and he are thrown around by it. He hears Robin mutter a quiet 'fuck' before the loading door unlatched with a loud scrape and opens almost violently. No one is waiting them, so Steve must assume El's used her power to free them.
He doesn't like what that implies for what they've found.
Steve scrambles out of the truck and rounds it on the passenger side. El's door is left hanging open. It takes him a few more steps to register the wreckage of another box truck off the road and on its side. One of the doors from the back is torn off, laying several yards away, and random bits of machinery are strewn about. There's a large inward dent almost perfectly centered between the front and back.
"Where are they?" he hears Hopper ask, and that's when Steve realizes he stopped moving because Hopper sounds far away still. He's frozen, staring at the wreckage, the large dent in the side of the truck that tells the story of a hard impact. They didn't crash on accident; something forced them off the road. Judging by the lack of large object, he can only assume it was some Upside Down horror, new or old he doesn't know.
"Steve," Robin comes into his view, getting close enough to prevent him from seeing most of the wrecked truck. "Come on."
He follows her on instinct, because he'd follow her anywhere.
The Storm rumbles above them.
El turned on her heel and began marching in the opposite direction of the wrecked truck. "This way. There is a building. Dustin is there."
Steve doesn't even have a weapon. Robin dragged him directly from bed to the back of the truck and he's still wearing the same clothes he's had on for almost a month now because when you're trying to survive the apocalypse, a change of clothing never feels worth the space it'll take up in your bag.
El leads the way, more soldier than woman and it hurts Steve's heart a bit. Another regret in a long list of them- but less than there used to be?
Steve squeezes his eyes shut and gives his head a shake, trying to clear the thoughts. What is wrong with him? Dustin, Lucas, and Eddie might be in serious trouble and he's, what, imagining regrets he doesn't actually have? Trying to process the grief of something he's never lost?
When he opens his eyes, El is looking at him, head tilted slightly to the side. He cannot see much of her face beyond her eyes because of the mask. She squints at him, as if that will help her see him better before she turns, continues to lead them towards what Steve can see if a barn in the distance.
El pushes the barn door open with her mind, calling out, "Dustin! It is me!"
"Oh fucking- thank fuck," Dustin says before he comes into view. "Is that thing still out there?"
"We didn't see anything," Hopper answers.
"That's a relief to hear," Lucas' voice joins them from somewhere but he doesn't appear in view.
Not being able to see Lucas kicks Steve back into gear. "Where are you?"
Dustin extracts himself from the hug he was sharing with El (since when do they hug so intimately? He's only seen El like this with Mike- but no, wait, Mike and Will have been together for years now and-) "This way. His leg's broken."
"Fuck, just his leg?" Steve asks, following Dustin back in the direction he came from. There they find Lucas, sitting up against the wall. His leg's not visibly broken, it's not jutting out at an odd angle or anything, so that's good. Or, well, better than it could have been.
Dustin says, "Yeah. Oh! Oh, you must've seen the wreck coming up the road. We weren't in the truck when that thing barreled into it. Bathroom break, actually-"
"Wait. Where's Eddie?" Robin interrupts.
"What. He's not with you?" Dustin answers, and Steve feels like he's been doused in ice water suddenly. "He left to head back, get help. He said he'd stay on the road!"
"We didn't see anyone on the road," Hopper says. "El?"
"I am on it," El says, eyes closing.
Steve thinks his heart has stopped. Eddie has to be fine, he has to be. Steve went through so much to make sure he was okay; he changed the goddamn past to resurrect him and- pain shoots through Steve with such a force he audibly grunts in pain and sways sideways, using the barn wall to keep himself upright.
"Steve!" Robin whisper-shouts.
His mind feels foggy, and his vision is blurry when he tries to look towards Robin. He- he- what was he thinking? It's like his thoughts are just gone, ripped from him as if they were water poured over his hands. He could feel them but instead of cupping his hands to catch the water, it's like he can't do anything but make a fist.
What was he just thinking? Where did his thoughts go?
"-feel terrible. I should have made sure he was good to go before dragging him out the door," Robin is saying when Steve's head stops pounding.
He wants to assure her that he's fine, but if he's being honest, he's not sure that he is. He blinks a few times, his vision clearing, before he looks at the group. Hopper is splinting Lucas's break, Robin and Dustin are in conversation off to the side, and El is by the door, unmoving. He shoves off the wall and heads over to her.
She turns her head to look at him. "He is hiding in the wreckage. Go. We will be there once Lucas can be moved."
He doesn't like that she says it quietly, for his ears only. A found party member should be something shared with everyone, so why is she telling only him? "El-"
"Go. I- Just go, Steve. We will be right behind you," El commands, and Steve obeys.
He doesn't start off at a dead sprint, but he gets to one pretty quick. He's thinking of what scenario could have caused Eddie to return to the wrecked truck, rather than the barn or keep going back towards Hawkins but all he can imagine is whatever was big enough to toss the truck off the road trying to do the same to Eddie.
Why didn't they check the truck when they stopped? How had El not known Eddie was- oh, Steve realizes. She wasn't looking for the group. She was looking for Dustin. When had that- since when were they close?
Red lightning streaks across the sky, a dangerous rumble following.
Shit, focus Harrington, Steve thinks as he comes up on the site of the wreck. He blows past their own truck, scrambling down the embankment and the short distance to the truck. "Eddie! Eddie!"
He's not sure what kind of noise Eddie makes but it's enough of a sound for Steve to find him. He's leaning against the side (roof?) of the truck, head lolled forward and kind of curled in on himself. For a moment there Steve's afraid Eddie's dead, but then he hears a wheezing sort-of whine. It propels him forward to drop in front of Eddie.
"Eddie," Steve whispers, hands reaching out to tip Eddie's face up and it's only then that the reality of it all sinks in. He shouldn't have been able to hear Eddie's breathing with a mask, but he sees Eddie doesn't have a mask on. And it wouldn't be the end of the world -they've been in the upside down without masks before- but the Red Storm is lethal. "Eddie, Eddie, where's your mask?"
Eddie blinks open his eyes and squints at him. Steve takes a quick inventory of him. His arms are wrapped around himself, and Steve can see that there's a deep gash on his thigh. Demogorgon claw probably, ripping right through his jeans and into the meat of his leg. When he speaks, it comes out soft and pained. "Who-?"
"Hey, it's me. It's Steve. Where's your mask? I'll go grab it real quick."
"Broke. Lost. Should be 'nother in the truck," Eddie mumbles through his squished cheeks that Steve wasn't even fully aware of cupping. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen and he says, "Dustin, Lucas are they-"
"Fine. They're fine. Hopper, El, and Robin are with them. Just got to splint Lucas' leg and the-" Thunder rumbles dangerously, a deep thing Steve feels in his chest. "Fuck, where are you hurt?"
"Hurt? Hurt, hurt," Eddie repeats a few times like he's puzzling out the words. "My fuckin' leg. Think I twisted my ankle at some point. Stomach," he drops his hands then, so show Steve the three cuts across his torso, too. They aren't nearly as deep at the wound on his thigh, thankfully.
More rumbling. The Storm's here and Eddie's- Eddie's doesn't have- Steve looks around, ignoring for now Eddie's inquisitive noise. He stands quickly and rounds the truck. It's filled with radio bits and bobs but there'll be room for him and Eddie to be out of the toxic rain.
Steve works quickly, throwing everything out of the truck as quickly as possible, sweeping things to one side so he can drag Eddie as far into the back as possible to avoid the rain. He wants, more than anything, to get Eddie to the truck they arrived in, but he knows he won't be able to get Eddie up the embankment alone, not without the risk of falling back down the incline and hurting them both.
As it stands, he has to drag Eddie around the truck and into the box trailer. Eddie's injuries are survivable, but he can't put any pressure on the leg with the gash. He settles Eddie against the back wall laying down. He hadn't thought too much about positioning, so it ends up Eddie's got to lay facing away from the doors in order to not lay on his wounded leg. Steve's shed his jacket, balling it up so Eddie can use it as pillow, then his shirt goes next, used to create a barrier between Eddie's leg wound and the soon to be extra toxic air. It's not great, but it'll help.
"Got nothing for your stomach wounds," Steve laments.
"Let's just zip my jacket and hope that helps," Eddie says, so Steve does. Eddie doesn't even try to fight him off as he zips him in like a child.
Now that Eddie and he are, somewhat, safe from the storm, he starts rooting around for that other mask Eddie said was in the truck. At least, he's hoping he meant this part of the truck and not the cab.
Plink.
Shit, fuck, he throws things around with abandon now, and quickly finds the other mask. It's smashed and cracked, probably from the weight of the whatever was bouncing around back here when the truck left the road.
Fuck.
Plink. Plink plink plinkplinkplink.
The rain falls, and Steve rips his mask off, rushing to Eddie to get it on him. "Here, here, I found the other mask, just lift you head- yeah, okay. Okay. You'll be okay."
Eddie pulls in a deep breath once the mask is secured, and Steve realizes just how shallowly Eddie'd been breathing before. "Fuck. Deep breaths hurt, man."
"Keep doing it anyway," Steve orders, turning his back to Eddie to watch the doorway and to prevent Eddie from being able to see he gave up his mask. He knows Eddie'll try and make him take it back but- but Eddie's injured, and they've no way to patch his wounds, and he's already breathed who knows how much shit air already. Steve knows he's more likely to survive breathing the toxic air left in the wake of the almost black rain falling from the sky than Eddie would be.
"Hey Steve. If this- if I don't-"
"Shut the fuck up, Munson," Steve's words are harsh but his voice comes out choked. "You're gonna be fine." Steve twists just enough to feel around for Eddie's hand, holding it tightly when he finds it.
"But if I'm not-"
"You're going to. You're gonna be fine so- so once you're back to Hawkins, and given clean bills of health, you can say whatever it is then."
"Steve."
Steve draws in a shaky breath that burns his lungs; not from the held back tears but from the storm. He should have ripped a part of his shirt off to use as a filter. It wouldn't- the difference might not have mattered, but his lungs wouldn't burn as much. "You'll be fine. You'll be okay. That's- that's," he stops talking because it hurts.
"... Why won't you say we. Why isn't it we'll be fine."
Steve looks over to where he'd left the broken mask. He can't lie. Eddie knows him too well for that anymore, but saying the truth out loud will hurt them both, and Steve doesn't- if he's going to- No regrets. Steve doesn't want to die with regrets. "I should have asked you out years ago."
Eddie squeezes his hand so hard it hurts. "Steve."
"I couldn't- couldn't be that selfish, I kept telling myself. Said I'd-" Steve stops because the pain makes him want to cough, so he does for a bit before he can continue, "said I'd do it once we ended the apocalypse. But that was- I was just scared. Scared you'd say no. More scared you'd say yes. I'm sorry."
"Steve. Steve, take the mask," Eddie says, and Steve can feel him trying to roll over. Hears him hiss in pain, so Steve moves faster. Lays down next to him, snakes his arms around him to hold him in place as he shoves his nose into Eddie's hair, burrowing in until he feels his nose hit the back Eddie's neck. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath then, breaths in the scent of him.
"I would have made you dinner on our first date. Let you pick a movie-"
"You don't get to do this to me! You don't-"
"-even though I think you have terrible taste in movies-"
"Stop. Stop talking. Don't-"
"-Maybe even raided the arcade for some silly stuffed animal to give you-"
"I don't- I want that. I want that, so stop talking! Stop- b-breath as little as possible!"
"'m sorry. 'm being selfish," Steve says, even as it hurts. Because it might be his regrets he's confessing, but making Eddie listen to things Steve won't be able to give him is selfish. Steve's not the one who will have to live with the knowledge.
His lungs burn. All of his insides kind of feel itchy now. He nuzzles at Eddie and places a kiss where he can reach, even as Eddie sobs in his grasp.
One last chance, Steve. I am sorry.
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#steddie#my fic#time travel au#apocalypse au#butterfly effect au#another part after this I think#the apocalypse hasnt been averted yet so once more unto the breach or something
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Hello Loves!! This is going to be a little space one shot!!
Summary: Natasha and Wanda had to stay late for a meeting at the compound and when it’s over they take you home and get you to bed
Warnings: cute fluff, mommyNat, MamaWanda, little!R, breastfeeding
Wanda’s POV:
Y/N shifted in my arms as Fury moved onto his last topic. We had been here for hours debriefing and dissecting our last mission. We recovered so much information and Nat and I were the ones to recover it so we had to be there. The clock has just hit 11:37 pm. Y/N finally went down forty five minutes ago after which felt like trying to coax her forever. I rested my chin gently on her head as I smoothed over Natashas leather jacket we laid over Y/N to keep her warm. She began to fuss again and Nat glanced over at her, worried. We had totally messed up and didn’t grab her little bag. In our offense we thought we still had out extra one in the Quinn jet. Y/N’s fussing increased and I lightly rocked her. The fussing continued till I gently placed my pinky finger between her lips to suckle on. Smiling softly down at her as Nat trailed her index finger over her furrowed brow. Y/N’s expression softened as she feel deep into sleep once again. Once I knew she was settled I looked back up at Fury paying attention to what he was sharing. Nat glanced over at me. She could tell I was so tired and I just wanted to be home. Shifting in her seat she reached her arm over the back of my chair listening to Fury.
After what seemed to be another 45 minutes we were finally dismissed. Fury apologized for keeping us so late he just needed to make sure it was safe for cleanup crew to enter the field so no one saw it by morning. We walked out if the building. Y/N was dead fucking weight on me. Y/N was never heavy, no that wasn’t the problem. Do you know how hard it is to maneuver someone who is so knocked out they wont control their own limbs? Lemme tell you its not easy. Gently laying her in the cot on the quinjet we headed home. I gently stroked her face till she settled again then went to the cockpit to see Nat. “Hi my love how is she?” I laid my head back sinking into the seat “shes good, asleep. That was such a long fucking meeting” Nat nodded “I know it was love, we can order from that 24 hour Chinese takeout place” I hummed a response “please, I’m starving” Natasha nodded and told Jarvis to send it on his way. The rest of the team was either already home or helping run cleanup crew tomorrow.
As we landed I went back to Y/N, going to gently pick her up. Natasha gently whispered “I’ve got her love just go ahead out, we can clean our weapons in the morning” I nodded and kissed her cheek then grabbed our food, heading straight to our room. Nat followed behind me with Y/N sleeping in our arms. Just as we closed the door Y/N started to stir “mommy? Mama?” I smiled gently at Y/N and her beautiful big eyes. She looked so adorable with her head rested on my wife’s shoulder “hi pumpkin, you should go back to sleep” she shook her head “no mama, I missed chu” I cooed gently at her “oh i know little dove but little girls like you should be asleep” fussing slightly she tugged at Nat “hungry mommy”. Nat gently held her hand “okay my love, lets get you settled then you can nurse” Y/N sleepily nodded, keeping her head rested on Nats shoulder.
Nat gently laid her down in the middle of the bed while we moved around and got her changed and ready for bed. Natasha made quick work of putting her hair into a braid and gently sat in bed with her “alight love come here” patting her lap Y/N gently climbed into it. natasha pulled down her emerald green pajama top and let Y/N latch on and suckle. As I picked a show she started eating her food and leaning on me. I love when she’s affectionate like this. It melts my heart
Natasha’s POV:
Y/N gently nursed as I stroked her hair occasionally. Few things worked on her when it came to getting our precious girl to sleep but when you used them they worked real good unless she was sick. I gently ran my finger over face, lightly tracing the bridge of her nose, jawline and chin. I relaxed when I felt her getting heavier in my lap. Her sucking slowing to a stop. Gently I laid her between Nat and I, giving her her bear and pulling out a paci from the drawer beside me. Gently placing it in between her lips I whispered “shes asleep” Wanda nodded “good job my love” I smiled and kissed Wanda. She was always so kind to me. One of my love languages was words of affirmation and she totally utilizes it. We watched TV while I gently rubbed Y/N’s tummy. Letting out a yawn I glanced over at the clock. At this point it was around 2:30 am. Wanda was asleep with her hand over Y/N’s hip. Y/N was backed up into me with her paci loosely hanging between her lips. She never failed to melt my heart. Turning off the TV I cuddled into her kissing both of my girls goodnight and drifting off into sleep.
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Request: (NSFW and fearplay) I need one where the reader experiences Edward being the dominate one and sees his full on confident spooky Riddler side for the first time… 👀 😳
Fear Me - The Riddler/Edward Nashton x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1,185
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MNDI (dom!riddler, fear play, knife play, giving oral, face f*cking, masturbation, climax denial, genital rubbing, penetrative sex, degradation, aggression, no aftercare)
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Sitting on the bed, aimlessly scrolling on your laptop in the midst of the eery night. The cold wind blows through the slightly open window, making you shiver. You get up and walk towards the window, moving the curtains to the side gently, where is he…? you think to yourself as you latch the window shut. You sit back down on the bed, closing your laptop before you lay your head on the pillow.
You hear keys jingling at the front door of the apartment. You feel a rush of excitement jolt through your body, he’s safe. You remain on the bed as the door slams shut, his footsteps heavier than usual. His thick boots squelch towards the bedroom, and you turn to greet him as he enters.
“Hey Eddie, how was it?” You say with a smile, expecting him to fall into your arms like he usually does.
Nothing. He just stands intensely in the doorway and stares at you through his mask.
“Eddie? You okay?” You question, a slight sense of fear shuddering through your body.
He walks into the room, slowing getting closer to you. Your eyes watch his every move. He stands directly in front of you, still sitting on the bed, and places his finger under your chin, guiding you to look into his eyes. You comply and nervously await his response as he admires your face.
“Are you going to be good for me?” He groans through a breath.
Taken aback, you feel a familiar heat rush through your body. He’s normally quite gentle and submissive, but you like where this is going.
“Of course” you whisper as goosebumps develop under your skin.
With that, he begins removing his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking gets you excited. The belt hits the floor, closely followed by his pants. You look up at him as he slides his boxers down his legs, allowing his hard cock to spring free in front of your face. He’s standing in front of you, rock hard, full of confidence.
“Get on your knees” he demands.
You do as your told, and climb off the bed to kneel in front of him. Your eyes meet his as he grabs your hair and guides his cock into your mouth. You slowly slid your mouth up and down his length, teasing the tip with your tongue ever so often. He stares down at you as you picked up the pace, taking him in faster and faster, until you were gagging on him.
“Fuck you feel so good” he moaned, enough to fuel your desire to please him, even more.
He grabs your head and starts pushing himself into your throat, harder and faster. You moan around his cock, causing him to breathe out in ecstasy. Tears start welling in your eyes as his cock fills your throat, he notices this and bucks his hips into you.
“You’re such a slut for me, you know that?” he groans, still fucking your face. You try to answer, but your throat is filled with his warm length. “Answer me” he demands.
“Uh..hu..h” you moan onto his cock between thrusts.
He abruptly removes himself from your mouth, and grabs your throat, “say it.”
“I-I’m a slut for you” you whisper, trying to catch your breath.
He squeezes your throat tighter, “get on the bed.”
You do as you’re told and get off the floor, placing yourself on the bed. His domineering energy watches you place your still clothed body onto the soft quilt.
“Take your clothes off” he says, stroking himself to the sight of you.
You comply, and begin removing your shirt, bra, and then your pants. He stops you before you’re able to take off your underwear. He removes his hand from his cock, and reaches for his pocket. A slight sense of fear washed over you, but the adrenaline rush was far too intense to stop now. He pulled a small pocket knife from his jacket, and held it up in front of his face.
“Open your legs for me” he whispered sadistically.
You did as asked, and he crawled onto the bed between your legs. He made eye contact with you as he grabbed the fabric of your underwear, and cut it with the knife. You were completely exposed to him, at his mercy, he could do whatever he wanted to you. He placed the knife on your inner thigh and gently ran it down your leg, not hard enough to cut you but hard enough for you to feel the cold metal on your sensitive thigh.
“Mhhh” you moaned slightly at the overpowering touch.
He removed the knife from your thigh, placing it on the bed, and started paying attention to your aching crotch. Teasing you with his fingers, pushing you to beg for it. You were wincing at his touch, desperate for more.
“Oh you like that, hmm?” He breathed against your thigh, making you shiver.
He began to give into your desperation and pleasure you, just as you wanted. His hand moving gently over your crotch. He picks up the pace, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. His dark eyes watch over you through his mask as you squirm underneath him, but he wasn’t done with you yet.
He opens his mouth and begins working your groin with his tongue, moaning onto you. You buck your hips closer to his face, aching to finish all over him.
“I’m close” you whine through breathes.
“No you’re not” he smirks as he removes his tongue from you. “No cumming until I say so, understood?”
You feel overstimulated, in desperate need for release, but you fear what may happen if you disobey him, “understood” you whisper, trying to compose yourself.
He repositions himself, placing his cock against your entry, and with a small smirk on his lips, slams himself into you. You feel your head getting lighter as he’s pounding you to high heavens, and begin moaning desperately for him to let you finish.
He grabs your throat, still fucking you, “say you’re mine…and you can finish” he pants in-between thrusts.
“I’m yours. Please let me cum Eddi-“ he cuts you off.
“Riddler” he says through gritted teeth.
“I- I’m yours. Please let me cum Riddler” you say, almost in a scream.
His thrusts become more sloppy, and you know he’s close. “Cum for me” he demands.
You feel the euphoric sensation rush through your body as you hit climax, feeling his hot cum filling you up. You ride out your highs and he removes himself from you, walking out of the bedroom and returning with a towel. He wipes the mess clean and looks at you, slowly taking off his mask and placing it on the dresser.
“You were so good for me” he says, whilst unbuttoning his jacket, “did you like that?”
“Yes… I did. That was the first time I’ve ever seen that side of you” you feel a blush creep upon your face as he looks down at you.
“And it won’t be the last.”
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