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Polka Dotted Dress• 18+ Content
Warnings- Adultery, Pantie Kink, Size Kink, Kitchen Sex, Mentions of Breeding, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names, Slight Degrading and Praising.
Summary- Tainted by the thought of your husband cheating with his assistant; You let the sinful thoughts of you new neighbor creep into your mind as you watch him tend to his lawn.
Pairings- Neighbor!Bucky Barnes & Housewife!Reader
Word count- 2.4k
Author’s Note- I got my inspiration to write this from another author— please check their stories out. @heavysoldat 💓
You sat on the rocking chair on your front porch; twirling the glass of fresh lemonade in your hand. You watched your new neighbor, James; eyes thirsting over the beads of sweat trickling down his chiseled abs.
Your hands moved on their own, your palms resting over the polka dotted fabric that covered your thighs. Your body softened into the wooden chair, gripping the chubbiness of your thighs; wishing it was James.
Your tongue rolled over your lips unknowingly, watching closely as he stretched his biceps; the thick muscles flexing in the California sun. You felt disgusting thirsting over a man- other than your husband.
But, all you could think about was sweet revenge. The image of your husband screwing another girl was drilled into the deepest parts of your brain; burning your eyes every time you thought about it.
You wondered how he was in bed; wondering if he could fuck you better than your husband ever could. The thought of you creaming around his cock made your body temperature rise; the dampness between your legs growing as the illusions of James kept replaying in your mind.
You watched him set aside the weed wacker; pulling the beige-colored shirt off his shoulders, wiping it down his chest- collecting any sweat droplets. You gulped down your lemonade, nearly creaming at the sight of him.
Without thought, you stood up. You made your way over to your white fence, hoping it was close enough for James to hear you. You wore a virtuous smile, moistening your pink lips. “Hello, James.” You said above your normal tone.
James looked over at you, a gracious smile spreading across his handsome face. “Y/n, It’s nice to see you again.”
The way he said your name made you weak in the knees; your knee-length polka-dotted dress just barely covering your buckling knees. “I know you’re probably hot with all this manual labor, would you like a fresh cup of lemonade?”
A sweet smile wiped over James’ face, “I’d love some, Doll.”
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You stood on your tippy toes, reaching for one of the many glass cups you had. James sat behind the kitchen island, snickering softly as he watched you struggle. “Need some help?” He asked, that thick voice making you shudder.
“Nope. Just sit and relax.” You said sweetly, closing the wooden cabinet; placing the glass cup on the counter. You opened the refrigerator door, reaching for the fresh pitcher of lemonade.
You poured a decent amount in the pint glass, leaving the pitcher on the counter. “Here ya go, James.” You said, setting the cup in front of him.
James gulped down the confectionary lemonade, sucking his teeth as he set the cup back down. He wiped off the excess juice with the white napkin; licking his lips to savor the taste. You chuckled humbly, reaching for the half-empty pitcher; offering James another glass.
“I’m all good. We should probably save some for your husband.” James chuckled, balling up the stained napkin, placing it on the pure marble countertops.
You nibbled on your bottom lip, staring blankly ahead of you. Such a simple statement made your thick nerves twist in your stomach, the imagine of your husband and his assistant poisoning your brain stems.
Your shoulder puffed up, your chest rising as you inhaled sharply. You felt your throat swell up, your tweaked out emotions gradually getting the best of you. The tips of your fingers pinched the ruffled fabric, the knuckles of your hands turning white from your tight grip.
The blankness of your eyes looked at James, forcing yourself— using all your strength to swallow down your tears that were soon threatening to fall. Your husband didn’t deserve it— didn’t deserve the satisfaction of pulling your strings.
You replaced your blank, saddened expression with a beaming smile, “He’s working late today, he isn’t much of a lemonade person anyway.” You clarified, propping your elbows up on the counter.
“That’s a shame, it was truly delicious,” James said, patting the countertop as he hoisted himself to his feet. “I should get going though, I still have some things to unpack.”
Your back quickly straightened, your hands stretching over the kitchen’s island. You grabbed onto James’ arm, feeling his biceps tense at your grasp. “Uh, sorry.” You quickly dropped your grip, your face softened at his questioning gaze.
James framed straightened out, his steel eyes looking down at you like you were his prey. “Something wrong, Y/n?” His voice pierced through you, snapping you away from your train of thought.
You covered your mouth, coughing into your palm; clearing your throat. “It’s gets awfully lonely, keep me company?” You looked up at James, wearing an innocent expression; but the glimmer in your eyes hinting at something else.
James studied you, focusing on your delicate facial expression; and the glimmer in your eyes. He watched you play with the ruffles on your dress and the way you picked at your chipped nail polish. His body inched closer to yours; practically giving off his body heat.
His tongue rolled over his lips, his pearly white teeth slowly sinking into the plush skin that protected his lips. “Forgive me, but I believe I’m getting the wrong impression.” He said sinfully, his smirk widening as your cheeks became bothered.
You closed the distance between your bodies, reaching for his broad hand and parking it on your waist. James’ eyes widened, a guilty hunger taking over his mind. “No. Nothing wrong about the impression I’m giving.” You spoke softly, your voice just barely above a hum.
You felt his hand twitch, his fingers scarcely touching the fabric of your dress. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be the person that ruins happy households.” James said, thinking of the consequences you clearly ignored.
You stood on your tippy toes, just hardly coming face to face with James. You perked your lips up, grazing his; “This happy household was ruined the moment he put his dick inside someone else.”
James’ nostrils flared, a sharp inhale puffing out his chest. His colossal hands latched onto your waist, his fingertips digging into your polka dot dress. He pulled your body into his, your chest rubbing against his bare body. “Tell me what you want, Doll.” He demanded, waiting for your consent before he went any further.
You looked up at James, desperation swimming in the darkness of your eyes. “I want you, James. I want you to fuck me better than he could.” You practically whined.
Without a word, James lifted your body onto the countertops; grabbing hold of your knees and spreading your legs apart. Your body withered into the countertops; goosebumps trickling along your skin as James hauled himself between your legs.
You looked up at him, your eyes round and wide; like a deer caught in the headlights. His tall frame towered over you, those icy eyes thinking of all the things he could do to you. “Trust me, Doll. I’m going to ruin you.” He cooed, his calloused palm pushing underneath your dress.
Your mouth opened, a shaky string of inhales making your shoulders puff up. His sizzling hands pushed up the inner apex of your thigh, his pinky just barely grazing the damp spot on your panties. You gnawed on your bottom lip, feeling James’ hands snake underneath your thighs.
He propped your legs up on the counter, the skirt of your dress riding up; your white panties on full display. James chuckled, tapping his finger against the bow that decorated the lace white panties. Your body jolted from the light touch, the pools of slick oozing out of you as he drug his finger down your seeping cunt.
“Jesus, Doll. You’re already soaked for me.” He muttered, rubbing circles on the puddle on your panties. He bucked up at you, watching your eyes roll back from the friction; your rosy pink lips hanging wide open.
“James, please.” You cried, dreading the torturous teasing he was putting your needy body through.
James looked at you, raising an eyebrow; signaling for you to go on. “C’mon, Doll. I know a dirty slut like you can do a lot better than that.” He degraded, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties.
You gulped down the dry lump in your throat, your thighs quivering as his velvety touch. “Please, James. I need you, so bad. Fuck me, please.” You begged him.
James smiled, finding satisfaction in your measly pleads. He slipped your panties on your ankles, stuffing the lace fabric in his pockets. “I’ll keep these. Maybe I’ll show your husband one day, give ‘em a hint of how filthy you are.”
A sweet, delectable moan slipped through your lips, your ooze now puddling on the countertops. Your eyes googled James’ body, focusing on the growing and hardened bulge in his jeans. He watched your eyes widen-- your pupils dilated. “This what you want, Doll?” He teased, palming his dick through his denim jeans. “This big cock all in your pretty, tight little pussy?”
You spread your legs further; your dress now gathered at your stomach. “Fuck, yes. I want it so bad”
Your sweet voice was like music to his ears. James wasted no time pulling his belt out from the loops of his jeans; he unzipped his pants, tugging them down to the mid of his thigh. His erection sprung out, the head of his cock red and swollen; pre-cum dripping down the veiny sides of his cock.
He grabbed the bottom of his shaft, pumping the head of his cock; letting it twitch in his tight grip. His body inched closer to yours, lining his tip up to your soaked hole. He looked up at you, adoring your twisted face as he slowly pushed himself inside you.
He took it slow, letting you become accustomed to every inch before he moved his hips. His thick cock bottomed out inside you, the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with the slightest movement of his body.
His cock stretched you out, your tight and warm walls clasping around the girth of him— making his thrust more restrained. James gripped the bottom of your thighs, holding your legs firmly apart, and huddled closer against your chest.
Your soft moans filled the kitchen, each one of his heavy thrusts sending you into a foggy daze. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Doll. Taking my cock like the little slut you are.” He grunted out, smacking his hips against the back of your thighs.
Your body jolted from his rough stroke, your walls contracted his hefty length. Your skin was red and bruised, his hips repeatedly slamming into you with no mercy. “Fuck, James. Just like that!” You moaned, licking your dry lips as your body shook against the countertops.
A malicious smirk grew on his face, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hand gripped the adiposity of your thighs, leaving red marks from the harshness of his grip. “Tell me, Doll. Does your husband make you feel this good?”
He pulled his hips back, his cock slipping out of your wet pussy. You looked at him with crossed eyes, whining from the loss of his cock. He chuckled at your fucked out expression, using his free hand to grab the bottom of his shaft. “Or are you just my cock hungry slut?”
James slammed his cock back inside you— your back arching from the brutality as his thrust. Your body turned into mush, your arms lazily holding your body up— solely relying on James to keep you steady. “I’m ju-just yours.” You stuttered out, feeling his cock brush deep inside you.
You felt your high approach you, your core swallowing an uneasy knot; making your vision became cloudy and your mind turn into complete rubber. His cock rubbed against your sweet spot, the curve of his dick reaching spots your husband never could. Your body was engulfed in flames, becoming uncomfortably hot as your core started to snap.
“Shit! Oh, yes. Just like that, James.” You wailed, screwing your eyes shut.
James felt your walls grip his cock, tightening with every thrust he laid inside you. “Mhm, go ‘head, Y/n. Cum all over my cock, let it go.” He cooed, keeping your thighs pried open before they could shutter close.
You nodded your head rapidly, letting the tight feeling in your core snap. Your body spasmed underneath James’ grip, your creamy white cum coating every inch of his cock. Your body fell into the countertops, still getting fucked through your intense orgasm.
James fucked you through your orgasm— his cock twitching against your taut walls as he watched your orgasmic expression wipe over your flustered face. He felt his abdomen twist, his sweaty abs flexing with every thrust he forced inside the tightness of your pussy.
“You feel that, Doll?” James reached for your hand, knowing your mind couldn’t comprehend where he was going. He held your palm on your lower abdomen, letting you feel how deep inside you he truly reached.
“That’s my cock, deep inside this pretty pussy of yours. Can your husband reach that deep?” He mocked the determination that your husband lacked, watching your eyebrows furrow together from the heavy degradation.
“N-No, only yo-you.” You managed to get out.
James smirked, loving how submissive you were. Your body started to quiver again, another pent-up orgasm building up in your burning hot core. James watched your hole swallow him completely, sticking to the lengthy sides of his cock.
His cock twitched inside you, his balls tightened as that tight feeling in his stomach slowly started to fall apart. “Mm, shit. I’m gonna cum, Y/n.” He gritted his teeth, his eyes barely open enough to see how fucked out you looked.
“I’m gonna cum all inside this pussy, claim this little cunt as mine and only mine.”
His dominant words sent you overboard, that built-up orgasm snapping abruptly. Your back arched— pressing against James’ sweaty chest; feeling the sweat soak up into your dress. James watched you spasm beneath him, your pussy creaming around his cock once more.
With a few lazy thrusts, James’ seed was painting your pink walls— the warmness of his cum making your body tremble. James slammed into you one more time, the last drop of his cum seeping into your cunt. Your body withered against him, his rough hands reaching for your waist.
He kept his cock inside you, pulling your body away from his. He looked down at you, smiling proudly at your dumb-fucked expression. “How long until that husband of yours gets home?”
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Yan!Silco x Yan!Fem!Assassin Reader Who Absolutely Adores Him
Inspired by @sunshine-for-serotonin's "Silco with an S/O who genuinely adores him."
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Yandere Silco with Fem!Assassin Reader who absolutely adores Silco & dotes on him, being very affectionate with both him & Jinx.
Not obtrusively or overly saccharinely so or in any way that would imply that he has weakness. At least, not in public anyway. Rather, she's careful to behave in ways that show him as being powerful & in charge while making her appear weak. Will often discretely place her hand on his shoulder or arm & give him a light squeeze to show she's there when she notices that he needs reassurance.
She looks delicate & defenseless, the Industrialist's cute little arm candy. Often compared to a porcelain doll. But was in reality trained from birth to be an assassin like Black Widow, just without the operation to remove her womb.
Silco had been one of the clients her handler took, & the instant he saw her standing there, he knew that she had to be his. So, after she completed the hit, (it took nary a day & there was no evidence or witnesses) Silco later comes back, kills her handler, & takes her for himself.
The first real affection she'd ever gotten in her life was from Silco & she was instantly addicted to it. She's desperate to keep him loving her.
Is always wearing hair sticks that are actually needles that she uses like daggers. Will gladly kill anyone who threatens Silco or Jinx.
Has Spiderman levels of parkour & freerunning skills. With Assassin's Creed levels of stealth.
Knows ballet due to having been taught at a young age as ballet teaches absolute body control.
Has a great deal of knowledge in toxicology & toxinology as a result of her profession & actually very much enjoys making her own poisons.
Despite her short & sweet outside, she's a regular hellcat in a fight. Literally. Absolutely vicious, yet cold as ice. Fights with poison-laced nails or her hair sticks. Moves like a cat too. Cannot be caught unless taken completely by surprise. Will literally rip a man's ear off with her teeth!
Also knows her way around a sniper rifle or crossbow when necessary, but prefers her knives & nails.
Has intimate knowledge of all the body's weak points & can kill you faster than you can blink. Quick & without ceremony. They won't even realize that they're dead before they're facedown in their own blood.
Is secretly Silco's second to last line of defense, his goons being his first, Sevika being the next, then there's Reader, & finally Silco himself.
Frankly, she terrifies Sevika.
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She always takes note of when Silco is overworked, stressed, hasn't eaten, is insecure, or just has a headache & goes out of her way to pamper him in ways that help him relax & feel better.
Scalp massages for headaches. Easy to eat & mess-less, yet delicious & healthy sandwiches when he's working. Or full delicious meals (namely his favorites) to coax him away from work for a moment for a small break. Refilling his coffee when it's low (always done just how he likes it).
She didn't initially know how to cook, but was determined to be of service to Silco as best she could as that was all she'd ever known. So, she began reading cook books & learning all she could from Silco's minions who actually know how. (Who are too scared of the boss killing them to deny her requests.)
Back massages after being hunched over in a chair all day, getting all the knots out. Body worship with whispered adoration & praise when insecure (which doesn't happen often, but it does happen on occasion), especially in the places that he's most insecure about. Specifically, the scarred side of his face. She is decidedly not scared of his scars & actually finds him devilishly handsome, even rogueish without his cover up.
Holding him tight when he has nightmares. Rubbing circles into his back & whispering that she was there into his ear.
When he's struggling with something, she makes herself available to him emotionally. Always willing to talk things out, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, she'll just sit there quietly with him, holding his hand as he processes his emotions. Just letting him know that she's there.
Baths where she washes his hair & back, massaging his scalp & back thoroughly. If he's working too late into the night & there is no deadline for the work, she'll coax him away with promises of sex by either getting up behind him & sucking/kissing his neck, whispering in his ear all the dirty things she'll do to him or what she wants him to do to her or walks in wearing a trench before letting it fall to show lingerie underneath. (As an assassin, she's had to seduce both men & women at times in order to get close to them & kill them. Though, Silco was the first person that she's ever actually wanted to be with in such a capacity. Thus, he means quite a lot to her.)
Doesn't mind wearing sexy little numbers or roleplaying for him because she figures that if she does this for him, then he's obligated to indulge her in her kinks later. (It took a lot of trial & error for her to learn what all she enjoyed. Pegging is always fun, though it took a while for Silco to be okay with giving her so much control. She actually got a magical tattoo over her womb that creates a solid magic phallus that she can actually feel through for one of her missions before Silco. -Don't ask.- It also took her a while to understand that she was allowed to ask for things from him too as she'd never been in anything even resembling an equal relationship. All her experience was as a slave who did what she was told.)
For more on the magic strap, go here:
If he needs her to top, she does so (a switch by nature & a service top who's default is gentle & reverent unless he urges her to be rougher, then will go as hard as he wants; in such a situation, she is either a top, whether via riding or pegging, or as a power bottom). Doesn't mind it if he decides that he needs her to cockwarm him while he finishes work. Will just embrace him & relax against his chest as she places soft, sweet kisses to his neck & shoulder as he finishes his paperwork. Is more than okay with indulging in his kinks so long as they aren't absolutely disgusting (which, luckily, none of them are). Is even willing to indulge in knifeplay or choking or play the part of a dominitrix (bdsm, dom/sub, bondage, degridation, whipping, ect) so long as it doesn't go too far. The last thing she wants is to legitimately harm him, but also understands that some people get a kick outta pain.
Reader often helps organize Silco's paperwork when there's too much of it by order of importance & urgency, while grouping together duplicates or multiples with the same basic issues (letting him know about them before throwing the extras away just in case she missed something) & complaints. As well as condensing reports. Just overall streamlining things for him. (She started doing all of this on her own just to help him however she could.)
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In this situation, I could see Darling sitting on Silco's lap during meetings with a book, even in Chem-Baron meetings. Sorry, that's simply her seat now. You're just gonna have to deal with it.
She is tremendously intelligent, a mistress of Hellstromism (reading a person's thoughts via observing their facial ticks & body language), interrogation, & torture, & when she wants to make an observation in a meeting that no one else seems to have really considered or some other frankly enlightening contribution to the conversation or even the fact that one of the other Barons was hiding something, she'll lean up & whisper it into Silco's ear rather than alerting the rest of the Barons. But even in those situations, she doesn't divert her attention away from either Silco or the book in her hands even while quietly observing everyone in the room.
Only really noticeably looks at the other members of those meetings to glare at them in a way that makes them feel like insects.
She also quickly notices when Silco begins to get frustrated in these meetings & in those moments, gently kisses his cheek or jaw or temple while she caresses the other cheek. Never shying away from his scar.
It never fails to calm him down & ground him.
Always wears a steampunk dress that matches his suit in color scheme to Chem-Baron meetings & can always be seen wearing a leather choker with a gold heart & Silco's signature engraved into the metal.
It all sends a clear message. One that very loudly says, 'I'm Silco's. Do not touch under pain of death a/o dismemberment.'
She has this thing about reciprocal ownership & also has a tattoo of Silco's signature over her heart. If Silco has one of hers over his own heart, is absolutely ecstatic about it.
If he calls her 'his,' will confirm with 'yours' before asking 'mine?' If he reciprocates, confirming that 'yes, he's hers too,' then she'll practically croon into his kiss.
Also likes it when Silco uses possessive pet names such as 'my kitten' or 'my treasure' or 'my pet' or 'my pearl' or 'my doll' or even 'my queen' for her & she tends to use them for him herself. Things like, 'my king' or 'my love' or 'my darling.'
There's definitely a lot of co-dependency going on in this relationship.
Adores Jinx & enjoys listening to her babble on about her inventions. Eager to give her own input when appropriate. Seems to know how to handle the girl in a way that even Silco really doesn't at times. Is very kind, calm, & motherly with the girl. Has big mom energy.
Helps Silco to administer his medicine whenever Jinx is busy. Holds him close when he seizes from the pain, nuzzling & kissing his throat.
Will also seamlessly step into his spot of ruthless business owner when he needs a break. Is normally sweet & demure, but it's like a switch is flipped & she becomes this cold, calculating queenpin. Still seems sweet, but in a passive-aggressive way, her edges suddenly far sharper & unusually threatening for a woman her size. She can actually handle most anything that Zaun or Piltover can throw at her with steel in her bones, she just prefers her life as Silco's cute little housewife.
Just very dedicated to taking care of her man & their daughter, making sure they're both happy & healthy. (Which includes helping Jinx come to terms with her past trauma & become a well-adjusted individual. As well as how to value people as more than toys to be played with until they're broken, then thrown away.)
Loves Jinx dearly, but quickly takes on the role of 'responsible parent' because it becomes very obvious, very quickly that Silco is very soft on the girl & literally lets her get away with murder. So, Reader takes on the dubious duty of being Mrs. Tough Love, in charge of real serious talk. Never oversteps the line, but definitely nudges it. Is really serious about this role & often reads parenting books. Is careful to never be cruel about it.
Also teaches Jinx how to fight both hand-to-hand, with a knife, or brass knuckles just in case she's ever without her guns or bombs. Gifted her with a pair of fingerless shooting gloves with metal knuckle studs. Would rip apart anyone who hurt the girl with her bare hands.
If anyone ever tries to kidnap Reader & hold her for ransom against Silco, she'll, 9 times out of 10, end up walking back home on her own covered in her captor's blood before the kingpin even has the chance to do anything, as though she hadn't just committed a massacre. Might even end up meeting up with him as he's searching for her. Always brings back a trophy, which tends to be something her captor held dear that's also small enough to carry with her.
Gifts it to Silco as an apology for having been stolen from him.
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Reader is innately a non-materialistic person & most things she wants tend to have some sort of utility or purpose, whether for herself or for her family. She's used to living a very spartan lifestyle, so it takes time for her to begin indulging in things. Even then, most superfluous things she becomes interested in will either help her to help Silco, is really something that Silco will like (such as lingerie), or reminds her of Silco or Jinx in some way.
She does have a fascination with stealth weapons & jewelry that have a utilitarian use. Things like her hair stick weapons or shoes with blades in the heels or earrings that function as 2-way radios or charm bracelets with charms she can remove & throw to the ground & they turn out to be smoke bombs or flash bangs or a bracelet that unfolds into a wrist-mounted mini-crossbow. Things like that.
Has also begun to learn pharmacology & various other medical studies for fear of her new family getting hurt or becoming ill.
Is quickly becoming skilled in biochemistry, pharmacology, pharmacognosy, & alchemy as a result. (Revived Silco after Jinx shot him at the end of season 1.)
Has discovered that she enjoys gardening & cultivates plants that are useful for poison making, alchemy, medicine, or cooking.
Is an immaculate strategist & has a natural inclination for noticing cause & effect. As such, she has a tendency to see the long-term consequences of Silco's plans when he simply doesn't see the full scope at times. Such as the long-term consequences that Shimmer will have on Zaun & its people, as well as Zaun's incoming economic collapse should the city not find any other products to trade besides Shimmer.
As such, she alerts him to those consequences without making him feel like she's criticizing or degrading him.
Because of this, she recommended that he hire people to scour Runeterra for phytoremedial & cave-dwelling plants, including crops, to try & alleviate this oversight.
She & Silco enjoy playing chess. In the beginning, Reader would let him win until he noticed & requested that she no longer do so. She then began crushing him at the game. This resulted in Silco slowly becoming more skilled over time until they became pretty even skillwise. Now, the outcome is pretty even between Silco, Reader, & tie.
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It's just been brought to my attention that the Reader in this is kinda yandere herself &, honestly, they're right.
I suppose that Silco & Reader's relationship in this is supposed to be a lot like salt. In that salt is a benign compound made by combining 2 toxic elements, sodium (Na) & chloride (Cl). Don't know which represents which, but c'est la vie!
In this way, their combined yandere-ness sort of cancels each other out? Or, at least, that's what I'm going for here.
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How would Silco's react to all of this do ya'll think?
Anyone who wants to tackle this is more than welcome to!
Just be sure to tag or link me!
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Off to find milkman/vintage photos so I can make a header .....
#milkman!eddie#housewife reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem reader#fuck me up munson
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Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves to come up behind you while you’re cooking and slap your ass. He’s such an ass guy.
Pro-hero!Bakugou who has photos of you all over his office in his agency.
Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves the massages you give him after he gets into a rough fight with some villain.
Pro-hero!Bakugou who no matter how tired he is will take you out on a date every Saturday. He always plans the date out ahead of time too.
Pro-hero!Bakugou who curses like a sailor towards anyone else, but watches his mouth for his housewife.
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Something about Max screams fucking you raw on the kitchen counter
Max Verstappen x Reader
A/N: I would gladly be Max Emillian Verstappen's little housewife. No questions asked.
Warnings: SMUT 18+, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, Lactation Kink, Housewife Kink, just a lotta kinky shit tbh, Unprotected sex (you're way too fucking young to have kids), Fingering, Oral f! receiving, Implied oral m! receiving
Waffles. That's the only thing on your mind since last night when you and Max watched The Great British Bake Off before bed. You woke up earlier than usual to finally satisfy your craving. You put on some soft jazz and moved around the kitchen in your bra and joggers. You cherised these quiet moments far away from all the noise and the chaos. You were so deep in thought, you didn't hear your husband padding towards you. You heart almost fell out of your chest when a pair of arms wrapped around you.
"Max! You scared me" You gasped as he just nuzzled in your neck. "It's 7am why are you up baby?" His voice was deeper than usual. "I need waffles" You simply shrugged. He hummed and his arms started trailing up until they reached your breasts. You hissed in pain. Max's eyes shot open at the sound of your discomfort. "What's wrong liefje?" "I'm ovulating Max. My breasts are insanely sore." You didn't notice how Max's cock stood up at your words.
You and Max have talked about kids and decided to try after the end of the season. But Max Verstappen was not a very patient man. As you grabbed the waffle maker, Max started nibbling on your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses and slowly pushing your bra strap away for more access. You didn't take long to figure out what was happening.
In the flash of an eye, you were on the counter as Max got to work removing your joggers. He slowly kissed his way up from your ankles. He chuckled seeing your soaked panties. He slowly pulled it down with his teeth while staring into your eyes. You moaned at the sight. "Fuck baby, all of this for me?" He spoke against your pussy. "Yes Maxie. All for you." You gasped as his tongue got to work. Licking and slurping on every crevice, he knew your his pussy like the back of his hand.
He inserted two fingers, scissoring you and getting you prepared for what was to come. Despite fucking like bunnies everyday, you could never get used to his girth. The second he nudged your clit with his nose, your orgasm washed over you like a torpedo. You barely had a chance to speak before you came all over his face.
"So nice and ready for my cock huh princess?" Max got up from the floor and got rid of his boxers. His cock slapped on his stomach, making you drool selfishly. He held you tight as he slowly entered you. A loud moan tore out of you. After a few small thrust, he looked at you silently asking for permission. You knew this was what you both wanted and nodded.
Every little piece of restraint in him crumbled and an animalistic moan ripped from his throat as he fucked you raw on the kitchen counter. He thrusted into you mercilessly. You body shook at the intensity and your nails were piercing his back drawing blood. "Is this what you wanted schatje? Me fucking a baby into you. Fuck baby you would look pretty with your breast all swollen with my baby's milk and god I can't wait to suck on it." He sucked on your nipples ruthlessly rehearsing for the future. His suckling felt like heaven on your sore breasts.
You cried as he continued thrusting into you. He pulled your nipple with his lips before letting it go. He kissed you with so much love and adoration. "Shit baby. I'm about to cum. Do you want my cum huh baby? Do you? " He taunted you as his thrusts continued wrecking your pussy. "Yes Maxie! Give me your baby. Wanna be a good little housewife for you" You were on the verge of passing out. Your orgasm washed over you twice and your husband barely faltered. He was on a mission and you wanted him to succeed. Max let out a gruttal groan as he came in you. You felt his cum filling you up. You were both a sweaty mess and your foreheads touched. "Are you okay baby?" He cupped your face and placed a chaste kiss. "I'm great" You whispered. He slowly pulled out you and walked over to the bedroom to grab a cloth.
When he came back, he definetely didn't expect to see you fingering yourself pushing his cum further in. He moaned as he got ready for round 2. You knew at that moment you weren't gonna get your waffles for a while. But you got something way better to stuff in your mouth.
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Housewife
Part - 1
Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?
Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader
Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19
"Do you have anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" You hated this. First days were known to be horrible for a reason. Why on earth would you want to tell a room full of strangers some random fact about you? They don't care if you have a pet nor do they want to know why you're here. The room was dead silent waiting for you to hurry up and sit down. "Umm-"
"What's your cup size?" A boy asked making the other kids in the class snicker. The dark-haired boy next to him smiled shaking his head in disapproval. "Steven I'm not doing this with you today, out." Steven groaned already grabbing his books. "But miss-" With a stern point of the finger she spoke again. "Out!" The class once again fell silent and you couldn't possibly feel more uncomfortable. You've done nothing wrong yet within 5 minutes you feel everyone staring at you with disdain.
Once the door closed behind Steven the teacher spoke again. "I'm terribly sorry Y/n. Just take Steven's spot for today and we'll figure the rest out tomorrow." A simple nod was all you could muster. All you had was a pencil in your hand and a bright yellow notebook sitting on top of your new desk. You closed your eyes trying to fast-forward time. This was the last class of the day and it could honestly not be worse. "Don't worry about him he's a dick." The note on your desk read. The boy to your left looked at you then the paper wanting you to send the note back.
With a quick scribble, you handed him the paper. A huffed laugh left his lips as he read "You are what you eat." The note was then crumpled and shoved into his pocket. That seemed to be the end of your conversation with the stranger but you pushed further. Leaning to the side you whisper, "What's your name?" Instead of saying anything he opened up his notebook. The black and white cover was scuffed showing obvious signs of use. He lifted the book showing you the inside. With a single word written in big letters. 'Billy.'
The class went on, no more pleasantries being exchanged. The bell rang signaling the tiring day was over. You were going to say something else to Billy but he was up and gone by the time you looked up. "So much for that." You mumbled as you got up. The movies always showed the new girl getting all the attention. Everyone tries to quickly mold her into their cult-like clique. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or the way you wore your hair that made you look like a prude. Growing up with your grandparents sets you up for a life of social isolation.
The parking lot was crowded but not crowded enough to not see your bright red car. Just as visible was the short-haired boy sitting on the hood. "Get off my car." You scolded flatly. "Holy shit this is yours!? How'd you get it?" He asked bouncing with joy. "It's my dad's so I don't want you sitting on it. Thanks." You tossed your bags in the car as he continued talking. Just a second ago you were praying Billy would keep up some conversation. Now you're wanting nothing more than to get home. "Man look it's Christine!" He shouted as the girl next to him covered her ears. "Is he always this loud?" She laughed at the question shaking her head up and down. "Unfortunately. I'm Tatum, so you're the new girl everyone's talking about?"
A puzzled look fell over your features. "Who's talking about me?" Before she could answer Billy walks up to the car. "This is nice." His blabbering friend seems disappointed with that answer. "Nice? It's fucking awesome! Can we ride in it?" He turns to beg you. Billy looked over at you raising his eyebrows in silent confusion. "I don't even know you." What part of 'dads' car did he not understand? "I'm Stu, this is Billy."
"We've met." Billy says gesturing towards you. "it's nice to meet you Stu but I don't give rides to strangers." He walks over throwing his arm over your shoulder. Way too much physical contact from someone you don't know. "Well you know my friend Billy and now you know me. I'd say we're all friends here." Tatum rolls her eyes at her friend's antics. "If you two are going to harass this poor woman I'm leaving. I've got to catch up with Sydney. See ya, babe." She blew a kiss at Stu which he caught.
"Pleaseeeee." He begged. Just as Billy was about to intervene you agreed. "Fine but no food, drink, cigarettes, or really anything that could mess up this car. Got it?" You laid out the rules as you climbed into the driver's seat. Stu bit his lip nodding his head. "Yes ma'am. Come on man." Stu said as he jumped in the car. Billy stood awkwardly looking down at his feet. His eyes nervously looked around almost like he was late for something. "Go without me I've got some errands to run." Stu stuck his head out of the window. You tapped the steering wheel impatiently. "Come on man Christine is like your favorite movie." At this, Billy laughed.
"No, I think you're confusing things. A murderous car is definitely more your speed." At this point, you regretted saying yes to Stu. "Please come with us I don't trust him." Stu covered his heart in fake hurt. "If you should be worried about anybody you should worry about Billy." You seriously doubted that. Sure he was quiet and a little unnerving but he might just be shy. "Fuck it." His hands smack his thighs in defeat. Stu loudly rejoices at his friend's surrender. "Get in the back."
You figured Stu would put up a fight considering he was there first. Yet he opened the door with sad eyes and quietly got into the back. It was strange. You weren't sure how long these two had been friends but it was an odd dynamic. "Why do you get to sit next to her?" Stu whined from the back seat. "Because she doesn't trust you." A laugh forced its way from your throat. "Who said I trusted you? According to him, I should be careful around you." You pointed to the man in the back who gladly smiled. Billy propped his arm on the window shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry but dressed like that you need to be careful with everyone."
"Gotta agree with him on that. You look like Betty Crocker." Stu leaned his head on the seat between you and Billy. "Don't get me wrong it's kinda sexy but still very grandma." With a roll of your eyes, you started the car, hearing the engine purr to life. The boy next to you cracked such a small smile you'd have to catch it on camera for proof that it happened. "This is amazing! I fucking love you, Betty Crocker." Stu kissed you on the cheek making your nose crinkle. At that, Billy actually laughed. Nothing too dramatic though. "Ew can you not touch me at all? Jesus Christ." With one hand on the wheel, you took the other to wipe your cheek.
"Now you see what I put up with," Billy adds. "Oh, so you kiss him too huh?" You drove out of the parking lot heading to the main road. "Only on weekends." Stu shrugged. You giggled but Billy didn't seem to find anything funny. "So what brings you to this hell hole?" He asks still keeping his eyes out the window. "Me and my moved into my grandparent's house after they passed. He found a good job here too so ta-da here I am" Stu leaned forward to press buttons on the dash which you promptly swatted his hand away. "What is your deal with this car?"
Stu seemed shocked you had to even ask. "It's Christine baby! The man-eating car." You blinked a few times a little confused. "You know the John Carpenter film? Came out in 1983. Same guy that directed Halloween with Michael Myers." Billy seemed interested in this conversation more so than others. His whole body seem to turn towards you actively listening to anything you had to say. "Of course, I know Halloween I've just not seen Christine." It was Billy's turn to pick at you. "You're telling me you've never seen Christine but you've got the car?"
He must be brain-dead to think you got a car based on a movie. "This is a 58' Plymouth. It is way older than the Christine movie. I've got the original if you ask me." Stu looked like he was adding numbers to fact-check your math. Billy on the other hand had the same stoic expression on his face. His eyes dragged up and down you seemingly trying to figure out something. "Say where do you two live?" Stu gave out directions to his house without hesitation. "You can just drop me off at his place." You nod in Billy's direction as you focus on the road.
"Why do you dress like this?" Billy picks at the fabric of your dress. It seems no one in this town knows what personal boundaries are. But you guess it beats the awkwardness of a new friendship. With these two it's like you jumped ahead. "I like it." Plain and simple. Billy wasn't buying it either was Stu. "It's more than just that. You know people look at you differently do you get off on that sort of thing?" The question was rude. If you had a backbone of any sort you throw him out of the moving car. Being a people pleaser however made you give him an honest answer. "Maybe. Do I notice when people look at me hatefully? Duh. But at the end of the day, I'm happy they looked at me at all. I mean you both look like every other teenage boy out there. You don't want to stand out?"
Stu liked your answer it was honestly one he could relate to. "No, we like to blend in." That was all Billy said. It was a change from the chattiness before. "Well, what about you Stu?" Billy turned to look back at the boy. Meanwhile he was happy at being included. When it was just him with some girls he could say whatever he felt like. When Billy was around things were different. Just with his eyes he could tell Stu what and what not to say. He didn't mind of course he loved Billy more than he would ever know really. Plus he knew his personality could be a lot for new people. It was nice to have someone to let him know when enough was enough.
"Like he said we like to blend in. We're not big attention whores." He laughed. You don't think the comment was aimed at you but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it. "What's your name?" Stu asked while he lay down in the back seat. "Y/n." Billy once again needed more of an answer. "Y/n what?" He was looking for a last name. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Stu's eyes shot back and forth between you two. "I would. That's why I asked."
"Well, you ask too many questions. Unless you're looking to change my last name I don't know why you'd need to know." Billy wasn't mad. Aggravated sure but not mad. You were smart. Not smart enough to tell two psychos to fuck off but smart enough to not hand out personal information easily. He'd have to work for it which he loved to do. "Is your place down this road Stu?" The boy perked up. A little sad that the ride was over. "Yeah just go on down."
"What are you doing this weekend?" Billy asked seeing his window of opportunity was closing. "Nothing much why?" More boring and cryptic answers. "We should come over to your place this weekend seeing as nothing's going on." Billy looked at his friend for backup. "Absolutely! I could bring a copy of Christine and we could get mad wasted!" Billy closed his eyes regretting asking him for anything. "I don't drink. Never had a reason to."
"Well, Ms. Crocker I'm giving you one." Unfortunately for these two you had self-preservation skills. Getting drunk with two men you don't know at your house is not smart. They act like you haven't seen any scary movies. "I'm not getting drunk with you two. I'll think about hanging out this weekend but no drinking. My dad would kill me if he knew I had two dudes in the house let alone drunk dudes." Billy could work with that. Stu was practically jumping at the idea to hang with you. For once he didn't have ulterior motives. He couldn't say the same for his friend who had that gleam in his eye he's seen before.
You pulled into the driveway saying goodbye to your new friends. "See you at school tomorrow?" Billy asked knowing the seat you occupied today would be permanently vacant so you could stay next to him. "Unfortunately. Bye, losers." You waved at the guys ready to get the hell home. The boys watched as you pulled away, the bright red car was easy to follow down the road. "What do you think about her?" Billy asked his friend. "She's alright man. Needs better taste in movies but I can fix that." Billy agreed but something just wasn't sitting right with him. In one day you managed to weasel your way into their lives. He wasn't sure if he wanted to watch movies with you or make you the star of one.
Part 2
A/N: I've been writing for about 5 years now but I'm new to the Scream fandom. I just recently watched the first movie and I can't seem to get these two out of my head so feedback is greatly appreciated! See ya lovelies 💞
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i’m going absolutely insane
#i’m sobbing i need him#why won’t he just give me a chance :(#i’ll be the best housewife ever hayden#hayden christensen#star wars#anakin skywalker#girlblogging#i love him#i need him#indiana comic con#anakin skywalker x reader#hayden christensen x reader
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yandere cheating housewife husband
cw: cheating, cheating kink, blood reference, gore reference, breeding kink
a/n: this was somewhat inspired by @privitivium's motherly yandere but ever since i thought of this i havent been able to get it out of my head sorry if this isnt ok btw lmk and ill delete it
he's a muscular man with a broad chest that your fingers would just sink into given the chance. his hair is so fluffy and his eyes are normally so gentle to look at but sometimes they pierce you like a predator looking at prey. really he's the perfect man.
except he's married.
you don't really know the story behind his marriage all you know is that he's horribly unhappy in it. he comes into your cafe almost everyday trying to meet another man who isn't his husband. and every day he comes up to the counter with a sad look on his face that lights up as soon as he sees you.
it'd be a lie to say his warm smile didn't make your heart race. you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him to be the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamt about being one of the men he goes on dates with.
you never expected that dream to come true. you don't know how it happened really, he'd come to talk to you after a bad date and now you were at a nice restaurant with him. he attracted so much attention from men and women alike but those piercing eyes of his were fixed on you.
he treated you like no date you'd ever been on. so of course you went on another. then another. and before you knew it you found yourself sneaking into his house with him.
you had wanted to go to a hotel but he insisted on taking you to his house and now you knew why. he'd left to go to the bathroom to come back in a beautiful negligee that showed off his body so well. you were definitely drooling. not only the underwear but the location seemed to excite him as well. he kept blushing and saying how you were going to fuck him in the bed he shared with his husband. honestly the thought did turn you on a little bit.
ok it turned you on a lot.
you had his face pressed into the bed as you rammed your cock into his tight hole. his comments about this being his husbands bed had spurred something in you too. you grabbed his long hair and pulled it while asking him what would his husband think if he could see him. you asked him if his husband had ever seen him like this. you asked him if he'd ever worn that for his husband.
his responses were so cute. he tried so hard to hide how excited it made him to be cheating on his husband.
everytime you two met in his house he would pretend he didn't get off on it but the more you made comments about it the more he opened up.
oh and in bed did he open up. he was incredibly vocal, screaming, moaning, begging. one night he begged you to breed him like his husband never could, to fill him with your babies. ignoring the scientific impossibility of that you happily tried your best.
and when you were done you finally had the courage to ask him.
"if you hate your husband why do you stay married to him?"
he took a while to answer before finally sighing heavily.
"i depend on him financially... i can't just leave."
"I would take care of you"
he light up at that.
"Really? Do you promise?"
of course when you lovingly responded "I promise." you couldn't have expected what happened next.
when you came over to see him while his husband was supposed to be at work you found him cleaning up what looked like red paint and the room was full of garbage bags that leaked more... red paint.
"I divorced my husband."
#dom male reader#top male reader#sub yandere#yandere ideas#yandere x male reader#yandere oc#yandere housewife
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MK1 characters and sick! reader
(johnny cage, bi-han, smoke +liu kang & shang tsung)
not proof read not thought out not nothing i am SICK and this is my OUTLET (again this is not serious, just goofy stuff)
Johnny Cage
- sick equivalent of “it’s not uterus it’s uterUS”
- Especially if he doesn’t have much going on in his schedule? It’s like there’s two sick people in the house
- He has ZERO issues laying in bed all day with you- until he decides on a group excursion to the living room couch where you will… continue to lay there! Exciting.
- Depending on how sick you are he’d be more serious, if it was just a little cold and nothing to worry about, expect to have some movies in the back while you doze in and out of his incessant chatting
- (I personally think he can’t cook well) so your favourite takeout is ordered and put into one of those fancy ass bowls to make it look like a home cooked meal. Bless him.
- Wearing matching ugly pjs like the worlds bleakest slumber party
- Says he doesn’t care about getting sick from being close to you, but makes jokes about your ‘heebies’ getting all over him if you ask for any physical contact (he will over enthusiastically oblige)
- If you’re seriously ill, he would be at a loss, especially when his usual demeanour can’t seem to cheer you up.
- Since i imagine his relationship with his parents isn’t the best, he’d probably call one of your family members to ask how to best care of you, and take it from there
- He wouldn’t treat you like a glass vase though, still cracking jokes while he attends to your needs; but in a way where you can tell he’s trying to mask how vulnerable he feels in his care for you.
- Calls you his sicky wicky honey boo boo sugar tits pumpkin pie
- Definitely gets the man flu once you recover no question about it
- As you lay in bed, sweating from your fever with this huge piece of man meat hugging up on you, all you can hear in the back of your head is “BAAAAYBBUHHHHH…. IT HUUURTTSS…” (congratulations! You can see into the future!)
- Also would call his assistant to ask for help. What are they going to know? They just do his accounting!
Bi Han
- You are sick? Have fun not being allowed to do ANYTHING. No chores, no training, no oily food, no Netflix- NO NETFLIX?
- He claims that extended screen time will only agitate your condition.
- He takes it upon himself to care for you; making easy to digest food, offering to help you shower when you feel physically weak, buying all sorts of medicines, etc.
- it would be easier to send someone to do some of these tasks (aside from the showering.) but no. Out of the kindness of his heart? Yes, of course. He loves you dearly. But also because he does not trust anyone to be as competent as he is.
- As the grandmaster gives you several containers of traditional Chinese medicine, you can only wonder if some pharmacist is sponsoring him. If you dare complain they taste horrible, he will GLADLY take a pill or a bit of powder just to show you were being a wuss
- Nags you for not being careful, and at first it’s annoying but you figure out eventually it’s because he’s worried and this is how he shows his love and concern
- During the day he has to be off at work, and as the hours pass those around him see his shoulders tense higher and higher. You’ve eaten lunch, right? You’ve taken your medicine?
- But don’t worry! Once you show the SLIGHTEST signs of recovery, it’s back to the grind.
- You can sniffle and puppy eyes him all you want, but once he deems you fit for daily life, we are back for business! No more Mr Marginally Nicer Bi Han!
- That being said, once you’re back to smiling and laughing, he will admit that it’s nice to see you back to your usual self.
Smoke
- feels horrible that you’re sick, but secretly proud of his immune system for staying strong; now he has an excuse to show off his hospitality skills!
- sort of like bi-han, expect instead of professional fussing you get excited pampering, gets to the point where you have to ask whether or not he should be at work instead of here
- “Work? Taking care of you is my work!”
- Uses this as a chance to freshen up memory on his hometown; making foods, remedies and tricks he remembers his mother doing for him as a sick child.
- If you ask him more about it, he will gladly go into detail- telling wonderful stories even if he occasionally gets emotional through them
- Cleans your face with a damp cloth and uses it as an excuse to get all close with you- again! He has a strong immune system, so nothing to worry about.
- While he’s off at work, he leaves you notes around the house to remind you that he’s thinking of you and hopes you feel better soon- if you collect all the notes, he becomes embarrassed and acts like he doesn’t know who wrote them
- Comes home and snuggles with you, mentioning even if you did have a fever, it was nice because outside was so cold and you were so warm.
- A little tone deaf, but he’s… got the spirit?
- Secretly upset once you get better because you’re less accommodating to his needy/ clingy behaviour, but it’s also great that you can communicate with words and not pained groans!
- You are WAITING for the day he gets sick. There’s no way you’ve gotten the flu 4 times, and he hasn’t. He sleeps in the same bed as you when you’re sick! Kisses you!
- How did they raise kids to be so strong where he’s from?
BONUS
Liu Kang
- you don’t get sick.
- flu season? he makes you take traditional medicine to prevent it.
- cold? you’re funny. around him? Liu “Set Off Fire Alarms With His Flaming Biceps” Kang? Haha.
- food poisoning? he Knows if the food is off, and won’t let you get the chance to eat it.
- Papa is going to make sure influenza season hits a new low this year
- Seriously, medical insurance companies are terrified of him.
Shang Tsung
- very creepily offers you an elixir and asks you to drink it.
- (Here is the part where I say: but you know he won’t hurt you, so you take it. But, you don’t know. He’s looking at you reeeaaalll funny)
- Notices your glare and takes a moment to re-do his sales pitch, this time a lot less devil-binding-contract and more… human…like?
- turns out, the elixir was just a failed experiment on shape-shifting. he sheepishly offers practical medicine while you roll your eyes.
Kung Lao
- is also sick.
- You both are idiots.
#mk1#mk1 x reader#tomas vrbada#bi han#mortal kombat#bi han x reader#liu kang x reader#mk x reader#Johnny cage#Johnny cage x reader#mk1 smoke#smoke x reader#Tomas vrbada x reader#shang tsung x reader#strict housewife bi han enjoyer (points at myself)#I do think he’s fiercely caring about those he loves#In a very Asian mom way#this came to me in a vision#Johnny cage is so annoying I want to kiss him on the mouth#cpr style#Liu Kang dies a little Everytime you don’t check the expiration labels#shang tsung would edit the expiration label for fun#they are not the same
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GIRLIE PLS I NEED MORE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE x PRICE 😭😭
Instead of starting every ask response with “sorry it took me so long to get to this I suck” I’m just going to issue a blanket statement that I have like 45+ asks in my inbox rn and I get so overwhelmed looking at them that I just ignore them until I need to write something. I love you all for messaging me I love hearing your ideas and compliments please don’t stop sending them just bear with me as I sift through them. <3
Also- I got legit death threats on my first post like this. I’d like to make this ABUNDANTLY CLEAR that this is a LEGAL AGE GAP. It’s not grooming, it’s not predatory, it’s ENTIRELY LEGAL. You’re early twenties. He’s mid-to-late-thirties. Please do not bite my head off.
Anyway I’m back on my Price and his young housewife bullshit below the cut. Xoxoxo
Here’s the OG post if you need a refresher
Mdni. Nsfw below cut.
There’s this scene in the MW3 campaign where Price and Farah are talking about where she got the missiles from and he’s trying to shoulder up with her, but she just shuts him down in the end. (Like always I hope you’ll trust me. Implicitly) (John Price the man that you are!!!!!!) and I really think that’s the household dynamic. He’s always the biggest in the room, but he’s got this incredible reverence and respect for women who can out-bitch him. Bends his rigid spine BACKWARDS for you. Would move mountains if you’d only ask.
Doesn’t always have to be serious things. Like maybe you’ve made friends with some moms in the neighborhood (it’s a point of pride for him that they’re all minimum 5 years older than you.) and they all go to this obscenely expensive Pilates class at six in the morning. You mention in passing that you’re signing up and the suburban white dad in him makes his ears perk.
“‘N how much ‘s this class going to cost me?”
“Dunno. Think it just goes on the account.”
“Course. Gym membership doesn’t cost enough as it is.”
And then all it takes is him seeing you in a matching workout set for all of his protest to die down. For SURE makes a comment about how he ‘didn’t know it’d be this worthwhile’
Loosely following that point, I think any real arguments get hostile very quickly. He’s not so egotistical that he won’t apologize, but I’m certain that it’s like pulling teeth to get him to that point. He can hold a grudge unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Borders heavily on immature when the two of you are in the thick of things. Starts shit just to start shit. (Secretly because he just loves makeup sex. Would rather eat you out until you’re sobbing than actually say the words “I’m sorry.”)
Having thoughts about him bringing you to some military ball. The both of you dressing up and sliding into the car that was sent for you just to sit on opposite ends of the backseat and not speak a single word. He burns through a cigar in record time and you toss back a few glasses of champagne. You both put on appearances getting out of the car. Hook your hand around his bicep while he shoves you inside with his hand on the small of your back. Hissing nasty quips back and forth about making this quick. Few hellos. Show your faces and then you can get home and get away from each other. Putting on appearances only goes so far, though, because when John is pissed- everyone feels it. Sucks the life out of a room and replaces it with an eerie feeling like a bomb’s about to go off.
He leaves you alone with a few other wives. Pulled away by Laswell with a promise of a ‘quick’ meeting. He comes back half an hour later fuming when he sees that somehow you’ve been pulled away from where he left you and found company chatting with his boys at the bar.
He gruffs some greetings before dragging you away by the arm so roughly that you have to stifle a yip.
“Are we leaving?”
“No.”
“So what is it, John? You’re making everyone think we’re miserable.”
“We are miserable.”
He’s yet to stop yanking you away. You have to do an awkward half-jog to follow him down a short hallway just outside the washrooms.
“Christ, would you just-“
“You look like a slag in that dress.”
He about throws you straight into the corner at the end of the hall. Muscles in his jaw ticking under the force that he’s using to grit his teeth.
“Sorry?”
His lips are brushing the shell of your ear. Bullying you further back into the wall. You’re entirely taken aback by his ferocity; especially because he usually prefers you wear something much more revealing than this. Some twisted point of pride, him seeing all the men your age drooling over you even after knowing you’re on his arm.
“Ought to let the boys pass you around. See if that won’t sort out that fucking attitude of yours.”
Theres some more protest from you, but it was entirely useless given how worked up he was. He ends up making good on his threat and shoving you into Ghost’s side when he brings you back out. He says something, but you can barely hear it over the blood rushing in your ears. Though you assume it’s a half-warning, half-explanation by the way Ghost snakes an arm loosely around your waist and gives a sharp nod. You get off relatively easy all things considered because Ghost is the only one smart enough not to take Price’s words at face value and sneak you away to some coat closet. That’s a permission granted only when John was present and in his right mind.
I cannot stress enough how much it gets him off to see you pregnant. Not like sexually, but he is nothing if not a glutton when it comes to feeding his ego. Likes it when you wear shirts that hug your swollen belly tight so he can see exactly how much your body is changing. Even better if they’re crop-tops that show off the skin that’s now littered with stretch-marks from growing his babies.
I have been saying this, but just to make it clear, he wants a small army of children. Like enough to have one of those trashy reality TV shows about how many kids you have. (In reality I’m getting 4/5 kids in total vibes) Loves coming home from work and seeing you carefully stirring a big pot on the stove while bouncing a baby on your hip, pulling a clingy toddler around on your leg, and situating your school-aged kids with their homework at the table.
But he most definitely hires a live-in nanny to help you out. Knows it’s not fair to leave you with that kind of responsibility. But also it just makes him so hot to see you mothering his kids that he needs to be able to take you away and not have to scramble to find something to occupy the kids.
Makes the nanny take over bath time more often than not so the two of you can take a bubble bath yourselves. He loves the casual intimacy of pouring two glasses of wine and having thirty or forty minutes to yourselves.
Having this visual of you before you’ve started having kids sitting in the tub after being strangely quiet all night. He offers you a heavily-poured glass of red and you’re a little glassy-eyed and staring up at him but making no move to take it.
“You alright, doll?”
“Mm?”
“Said you alright? Don’t want a drink?”
A long moment of silence from you. Long enough for him to perch on the rim of the tub and gently tip you up to look at him by putting a few fingers under your chin.
“John, I think I’m pregnant.”
“So no drink, then.”
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Kinktober day 19/20: Housewife/domesticity kink + service - John Price x reader
Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, being married and a bit of being a house wife. Mentions of pregnancy at the end. Reader is also slightly a clean freak coded/gets hyper focused on cleaning- because who doesn’t, tbh. Fluff, then smut at the end.
Price’s favorite things about coming back from deployment.
Of course Price looked forward to coming home- seeing his wife after a deployment was what kept him going through the roughest parts of his job. But- in addition to the obvious reason of just missing his wife- Price had a particular fondness for those first nights back.
When he walked in, your eyes would light up- and he’d almost always find himself nearly tackled by your hug. He’d always laugh, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight as he teased you for your enthusiasm.
During that first hug, he wouldn’t let go immediately. He’d press a kiss to the top of your head- keeping his lips against you for a moment longer- just to breathe in the comforting scent of you. He’d keep one of his hands wrapped around your shoulders, and the other one either nestled against the small of your back or dip of your waist. If you were wearing a shirt, he’d slip his hand under the fabric to run his rough, calloused hands over your soft, warm skin.
If it were up to Price, he would keep you wrapped tight in that bear hug the whole night- or at least till he decided it was time for him to scoop you up and take him to the bedroom. He’d only (reluctantly) let you go once you mentioned that dinner was going to burn.
On the nights when Price first got home, you’d always fuss over him. You’d insist that he sits down- bringing him a beer and making sure to take care of him as best you can.
You’d always try and press the TV remote into his hand, telling him to sit back and relax while you finished dinner. But he’d just smile and shake his head- content to watch you hurry around the kitchen and worry your sweet little head off over dinner. It was one of the few times he’d let himself give into your worrying and fussing- he might as well enjoy it.
He’d sit back and light a cigar, eyes following your ass and admiring the way the tie of your apron cinched around your waist. He’d smile at the way you bit your lip and frowned when you pulled dinner out of the oven- adoring how desperate to please you would get on nights like this.
He may even let you work yourself up about it, probably chuckling at the way your brow furrowed when you find a spot you’d missed while doing your regular before-price-gets-back-from-deployment cleaning spree: something he had, to no avail, tried to assure you multiple times was not necessary, and only discovered the existence of upon getting back a few hours early, planning to surprise you, and found you half way inside the oven. You were cleaning it, you said- although Price was a little concerned by the fact that you’d apparently been at it for nearly two hours.
At this point, he realized that there was nothing he could do to stop you, and just found it cute that you’d get yourself so worked up over getting everything perfect for him.
Of course, he wouldn’t let you stay worked up. Especially on nights like this, he was sure to kiss and praise you all he could. And at the end of the night, you’d always find yourself pressed firmly into the mattress underneath your husband. With Price’s fingers laced together with yours as he thrust slow and deep into you, murmuring against your skin about how perfect you were- how you didn’t need to try so hard to please him, not when just your smile brightens his entire day.
As his thrusts would stutter and he neared his release, his voice would go rougher and he’d suck a hickey beneath your ear and behind your jaw bone- making sure to tell you how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have such a sweet little wife. He’d tell you how he was going to fill you up with his cum and give you a couple of his kids, how he was gonna make you a momma so you’d hopefully stop worrying your pretty little head off over keeping the house spotless- “calm ya’ down a bit” as he put it.
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it’s rare that rick is home with you in the middle of the day.
typically, the group leader was off on a run, an errand, or dealing with the duties that came with being constable. but not today! today he was home. you’d even woken up to him beside you, a rarity.
you’d woken up with his taut arms wrapped around you and a nose nuzzled into your neck. the urge to stay overwhelms you but you’ve got to put together some breakfast. you’re slipping out of bed when you feel two arms drawing you back.
“where are you goin’? i thought we were sleeping in today.”
“you never sleep in.” you reminded him.
“except for’ today.” he exhaled into your hair, reaching a hand up to play with one of your french braids. “morning, silly girl,” he greeted, traveling his hand up to cup one of your breasts.
you gasped, breathing deeply as he increases the pressure. “doesn’t seem like you wanna sleep.”
“nope.” the sheriff answered, popping the p.
god, you wished he could be home every morning to have you squirming. he plunged a sticky finger into you. “another one, please.”
“since you asked so nicely.”
you shuddered at the second addition. grinding back against him, he continued his peace signed shape ministration inside of you.
“and since you’re gripping me so tight, why not another one?”
“ah!”
“that’s it.”
“mhmmm,” you droned into the pillow.
“feelin’ okay, silly girl?”
“so good, daddy!”
you didn’t have to see his smirk. you just feel the absence of his fingers. your hips shift in anticipation.
“want me to fuck you nice and dumb on my cock early this morning, baby?” rick questioned with a cocky, sleepy grin. “want me to stuff you, silly girl?”
your head was bobbing yes immediately and that’s all he needed to pull down his boxers and drive right into you.
it doesn’t matter if you had a degree in molecular biology or rocket science before all this, you’re still rick’s silly girl.
his lovely little housewife - the one waiting at home to get fucked to the moon and back on his cock. the same cock that had made your eyes widen when you first saw it.
you’d never mention it to rick but shane had to really be something for lori fuck everything up with rick over him. yeah, lori thought rick was dead but everything afterwards? you would’ve been head over heels overjoyed to see your man again.
that’s how you’d felt every time rick came back from a risky run. it was scary to imagine a time when he may not come home. you chose to put it out of your mind and enjoy the organ restructuring dick inside of you.
its owner couldn’t hold himself back from slamming into you on your side. there was never anything more relaxing for rick than being balls deep inside of you - well, maybe being down your throat.
“my silly girl,” he breathed into your hair.
it took you two a while to make it to the kitchen. it took even longer to make breakfast after you learned that carl had taken judith over to eugene’s to look into a telescope.
with the house empty, rick gets to devote an hour to his favorite past time: fucking you against the counter.
you and rick had stumbled downstairs in your pajamas but they’re scattered on the floor now. you lovers are too enthralled in grinding your bodies as close to each other as possible. rick is on a mission to shove his massive cock as deep inside of your tight cunt as possible. of course, it’s tight fit and a delicate dance of not blowing out your cervix.
the early shocks of your fourth orgasm of the day - second against the counter - make themselves known in a way you can’t ignore.
“you’re hitting all the right spots, rick,” you croon, gazing back at him all fucked out.
you feel him twitch inside of you. he can’t help but lose his mind seeing you so needy beneath him at this time of day. god, he needs to be home more.
“anything for you, pretty girl. you like this?” he lays a firm two fingers on top of your clit.
“mhmmm,” you confirm with a nod.
your leader takes your murmurings as a go ahead to adopt an intense rhythm; his shaft delivering rapid fire contact with your spongy feel good parts inside while his hand strategically cups your clit.
his solid length saws into you without any regard for your sensitive pussy. the dull pain pairs well with the pleasure as your clit is lavished in attention and your insides feel like they’re about to come apart around the thick ridges of rick. feeling him bare inside of you equates to pure bliss.
because just like your cookie dough, you like it raw.
“can’t wait!” you strain.
ugh, he’s gonna have you exploding again. you’re going to be blacking out for a split second and going soft brained. rick doesn’t need to pound into you to send you to a cloud higher than nine. it’s like you’re not even in the room - not even on earth.
last time rick had fucked one of those mind numbing, leg shaking orgasms out of you. he didn’t even stop for the smoke detector or the smell of torched green beans. he’d seared kisses up your neck from behind and without the will to hold out, he’d snuck you away from your task at hand - a green bean casserole - and instead fucked you silly next to the shoe rack.
he only broke the habit of fucking you through the smoke detector when carol told him off and he realized it was a waste of food.
you’d both been embarrassed at carol walking into the kitchen to rescue your burnt casserole and discover you and rick disheveled coming out of the mud room.
after a long day of bullshit, rick wants nothing more than to come home to the beautiful home you’ve made for them. to spend quality time in the home and spend himself in you; always earning a couple of releases from you in the process.
“can’t wait!” you whimper.
“so you want two?”
you nod. you love when rick gives you back to back pleasure. he’s like the best at it. that is when daryl’s not bullying his way between your legs.
speak of the devil, daryl’s trudging into the kitchen. figures. you and rick must’ve been so into it that you didn’t hear the mud room door. actually, that’s a lie. rick probably heard the door and just banked on you being too wrapped up in cumming around him like you are now to notice.
the archer is treated to the perfect display of your pulsing pussy as you gush all over the counter. he whistles as some of your slick dribbles down the cabinet drawers.
“shouldn’t have expected anything else on rick’s day off.” he quips.
the brunette sex god playing chicken with your cervix just snorts, not stopping or slowing down the convergence of his hips and yours for anything. “shouldn’t be draggin’ mud through here.” he advises through gritted teeth.
“daryl,” you pant, overwhelmed by both the aftershocks of your climax and the prospect of mud on your floors.
“sorry, wasn’t very nice and clean in norfolk. but hey, we came here and back with fuel and MREs all before noon, so i wouldn’t be too disappointed.”
“i’m gonna make her cum four times before noon.” rick declares, hammering more frantically into you.
“rick, slow down,” you pant again.
“you good, honey?” rick checks in, stilling his thrusts to wait for your reply.
“rosita’s class really took it out of me yesterday. all the muscles are sore,” you complain, eyes watering a bit from your orgasm and the mild throbbing pain in your tightened muscles.
“poor baby’s feelin’ sore?”
daryl confirms with a nod. “she’s not breathing and stretching like you should when she’s lifting.”
rick gives you a disappointed look. “maybe you’ll take a break from your weight lifting classes. huh, honey?”
you groan and pout.
“then you two need to help me practice kegels.”
“we’ll start now,” the sheriff instructs you. his hands couldn’t be cemented further into the curves of your hips.
with daryl watching from across the counter, you do your best to remember the motions of a kegel. you squeeze. it feels like you’re doing so randomly but rick is bucking his hips again. as long as he’s not correcting you, it’s good enough. not like he’ll last long anyways.
you’re irresistible to him, all hot and bleary eyed.
like the time he fucked you up against a hedge at the community picnic. you two were tucked away in the woods of course but that didn’t make it any less naughty when you sauntered back up the hill and to your picnic blanket with cum inside of you.
you look just like you did then. hair coming undone from your bedtime braids, tears threatening to fall on the countertop, and your pussy holding on tight and not letting him go.
you expect to be empty once you’re done spasming around the thick rod inside of you and rick had filled you up completely. the breath is knocked out of your lungs when feel another cock take his place.
“daryl!”
“i know that you can take one more, baby. you love being stuffed one after another.”
“that she does,” rick corroborates.
the constable is in your view so now you can relish in the sight of him finding his clothes while daryl tries to do you in once and for good.
“fuck, dare’!” you wince as he pile drives into you from behind.
“sorry, baby,” he apologizes into the crook of your neck, lowering down and crushing you further into the counter. “just missed you out there. i never find anything as perfect as you.”
“mhmmm,” you babble and squeak in time with his thrusts.
“you really needed the pounding today? huh, hon’?”
you nod your head the best you can for rick.
“almost there, fucking pretty little bitch.”
daryl feels your reaction on his cock as you shudder around him.
“you like being called a pretty little bitch?”
“maybe,” you stutter.
the auburn haired man fucking rick’s cum into you chuckles. “yeah, i feel how much you like it grippin’ me up so tight.”
“her pussy’s got a killer grip.” rick agreed.
“you ‘bout ready to cum all over this cock? you wanna cum? pretty little thing.” daryl huffs with each thrust.
“yes!” you cry out, tensing around his cock. “please, dare’!”
“silly girl’s gonna make a mess of your cock,” observes the peanut gallery.
“whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” daryl whispers in your ear.
truth be told, just the heat from his breath on your air had your overworked cunt going off like a sparkler around him.
“daryl, daryl, daryl!” you chant.
the panic in your voice is that of someone falling off a cliff but you’re just nosediving into your orgasm with your boyfriend spearing you on his cock.
the shuddering turns into small aftershocks and your legs eventually still as you bask in the post-orgasmic bliss you’re experiencing of the fifth time today. rick gives you a condescending smirk when he realizes the exact moment daryl’s cum trickles into you. you can’t hide how satisfied you are being so warm and full.
the man withdrawing from your spent pussy points to rick’s snack.
“what’s that?” daryl inquires, referring to the jerky rick is chowing on.
“oh, that’s the jerky i made!” you chirp, peeling yourself off of the countertop. “i’m getting pretty good at jerky. wanna try some? carol’s teaching me how.”
“why not?”
you pull a piece from the ziplock bag that rick holds out for you and gingerly pop it into daryl’s mouth.
“what do you think?”
he shrugs. “i’d share it with dog - not entirely though.”
you slap his shoulder playfully. “i’m still a beginner. it’ll get better.”
“i think it’s great, sweetheart.” rick compliments, manhandling you to his side of the counter and help you step into your newly discovered sleep shorts.
then you’re being pulled into his lap despite your protests. “rick! i have to make breakfast!” you already had explained to them countless times before why you couldn’t cook topless.
rick and daryl share a look and a snicker before rick is locking you in his seated embrace and daryl is grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge.
“i got it, princess,” daryl hums. “you just take care of rick.”
“i wanted to make breakfast for you on your day off!” you complain, giving rick another pout.
he shakes his head at you. “you know where i want you on my day off, hon’? right here.” to solidify the point, he drags you down onto him, clutching a breast and attacking your neck with his lips.
“already?” you’re asking, punctuating the question with a ragged breath.
“oh, i can go all day today, sweetheart.”
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Another dumb headcanon XD
Solomon would get all fake offended if you called him your househusband, shaking his head and huffing out, “No, no! I am your house-wife. Get it right, MC.”
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Housewife
Part - 14
Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?
Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader
Warnings for this series: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️ murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang, explicit boyxboy, oral (male and fem! receiving), fingering (fem! receiving), the word "rapist" is used once as a joke by Stu way before any smut begins, p in v, safe sex, foul language, voyeurism (?)
Part 1
The car purred as they drove down the highway. You were cuddled up in the back with Stu as Billy drove home. "Do you love me?" The question was so random Billy almost thought he was hearing things. "Huh?" Stu patted your hair as he looked out the window. "It's fine if you don't, I just wanted to know." It wasn't fine if he didn't. Stu knew he loved Billy unconditionally. It was almost obsessive the way he adored that boy. As Stu looked at your sleeping form he started to think about how he felt like he loved you. It wasn't the same sort of love he had for Billy. No, he hadn't known you long enough to feel that way. Stu would kill for you but that didn't mean much coming from him. He knew if a car was coming towards you he'd push you out of the way even if it meant killing him. Was that love or just being suicidal?
Billy looked at his friend in the mirror seeing his gaze focused outside. "Why would you ask that?" Billy wasn't mad or upset by the question just startled. He didn't do feelings. Sure, he had them but he wishes he didn't. They tend to overcomplicate things.
"I don't see how this relationship is going to work out if you don't love me. I've seen the way you look at her. Tonight when we were playing games at the arcade you stared at her like she was the only person on earth. You don't look at me like that. I-I just need to know if it's because I'm not new or you don't love me."
His words were strange to Billy. Never in their expansive time of knowing each other did they have heart to hearts. Billy was raised not to cry and not to reach out. Being upset meant you were acting like a child. "To be honest I don't know." Billy tried to pick his words carefully not because he was trying to manipulate but rather because he was trying to tell the truth. After so many lies he found it hard to understand what the truth was. "You don't know?" Stu couldn't grasp how someone couldn't know if they were in love or not.
"I don't know. I thought I loved Sydney but maybe I did get bored. You know that scares the shit out of me. Getting tired of you and Y/n? What if I wake up one day and the smell of her cooking disgusts me? What- what if I can't stand the sound of your voice anymore? I don't want to lose this. I had the best time of my fucking life tonight but oh it might not matter down the road because I got too comfortable." Billy's hand hit the steering wheel in anger. The more Billy talked the more he pissed himself off. Stu tilted his head like a dog processing everything he just learned. "You love us." Stu said a smile playing at his lips. Billy's face contorted in confusion. He just hit the steering wheel in anger but Stu was in the back seat blushing.
"How do you know?" Billy turned the corner focusing back on the road. "If you're worried about losing us then obviously you love us at least a little bit." Billy doubted it was that simple. Nothing ever was. Stu was always an optimistic person. He thought everything would work out eventually. That's not how life worked. "If you say so." The car pulled into the driveway and then the garage. "She's still asleep should I wake her up?" Billy shook his head. "No she's been taking care of our asses all week she needs the rest. Just pack her upstairs and put her to bed." Stu gently pulled you out of the car carrying you like a bride into the house.
Carefully he made it up the steps watching so he wouldn't accidentally hit your head. He nudged your bedroom door open with his boot trying not to make too much noise. Stu laid you in bed as comfortably as he could. You looked so peaceful to him. He pulled the covers up over you making sure to tuck you in. Stu pressed a kiss to your forehead before he left the room shutting the door behind him.
"She still asleep?" Billy asked as he folded up the basket of laundry you left out. "I thought she was dead for a second." The joke went over Billy's head causing concern. "I'm kidding she's fine. She drools in her sleep." Stu said making Billy laugh. "Did you have fun tonight?" The dark-haired boy was trying to make this work. Stu sat on the couch leaving Billy to fold up clothes. "I had a wonderful time especially since I absolutely demolished your ass in Mortal Kombat." Billy just rolled his eyes telling himself he let his partner win. "You looked good tonight." Stu glanced up in shock. He wasn't the complimenting type and he sure as hell never complimented Stu.
Billy kept his eyes on the clothes not wanting to make eye contact with Stu. This was what actual couples did right? "Thank you." The room was silent. Stu thought of his words before he said them. "You looked handsome tonight too." Handsome. The word made something turn inside Billy. For a second it felt like he couldn't breathe. Maybe he was going to vomit? "Thanks." Was all Billy could come with. It was unbearably awkward but Stu couldn't help but smile. "Do you need help folding? I can't do shirts but I can do pants."
You woke up in a hot sweat. It felt like you had died. If someone asked what year it was you couldn't tell them. The last thing you remember was eating food at a restaurant with Billy and Stu. "Damnit." You rubbed your eyes trying to see in the dark room. The clock said it was 11 o'clock but it felt like you'd been asleep for days. You threw on an unflattering nightgown before you headed downstairs. The boys laughed while watching some loud TV show.
"She's alive!" Stu exclaimed like he was Dr. Frankenstein. "How'd you sleep?" Billy asked looking at your disheveled state. "Water." You rasped walking like the grim reaper over to the sink. Cold tap water seemed to coat your throat helping you wake up just a little bit more. You walked over to the couch throwing yourself on top of the men. "What are you watching?" You asked as Stu giggled at some guy getting hit over the head on screen. "The Monkees! It comes on your old lady channel. I haven't seen it since I was a kid." You looked over at Billy seeing him shrug his shoulders. "He's been laughing for the past 30 minutes."
"You're not hard to please huh?" Stu pinched the tip of your nose. "Obviously not, I'm with you aren't I?" You faked a laugh as you stared at the tv. Stu's hand ran up and down your leg just like it had the first night they came over. His eyes were glued to the TV laughing every time something even remotely funny happened. Billy would chuckle just because his friend was laughing. There was something different between them but you couldn't put your finger on it. The date night you had might've had some effect. All three of you felt closer, it felt more normal if that was even a possibility.
"I think I want to have sex with you two." You blurted making both men freeze. You immediately covered your face regretting speaking. "Like right now?" Stu asked ready to strip. "No, well, oh I don't know." You groaned with embarrassment. Billy stayed quiet letting you say everything you wanted to. You sat up on the couch looking at the two men sitting beside each other. "Couples have sex right?" They nodded in unison. "We're like a couple right?" They nodded even quicker trying to fill in the blanks for you. "So we should have sex-" Stu reached to take off his shirt but you stopped him. "At some point." You finished making the boy frown.
"Why'd you bring this up?" Billy asked. Between you and Stu randomly bringing up touchy subjects he was liable to get whiplash. You rubbed your face with your hands trying to get a grip. "I was just thinking about it. I have been... thinking about it." Stu knew if anyone could overcomplicate sex it'd be you. "Guys I'm scared."
It was the honest truth. You were terrified. "Of what?" The tone Stu had seemed to dismiss whatever emotion you felt. "Nothing it's dumb." You stood up only to be pulled back down by Billy. "No talk to us. What are you scared of?" Billy made demanding eye contact with you just to show he took this conversation seriously this time. "You?" The word came out like a question. That question seemed to negatively affect both boys. Stu was gutted that you were scared of him even worse that it was sex-related. You grabbed Billy and Stu's hands not wanting them to think it was all their fault. "Men in general are scary. I'm not scared of you exactly more of what you could do." That somehow made less sense to them both.
"Stu, do you remember the other night when we were wrestling?" He smiled remembering how funny that whole thing was. "Yeah, I beat your ass." He said proudly. Billy seemed to understand what you were getting at by Stu's response. "I could give it my all and you both could still trap me. I don't stand a chance and it's frightening. What if in the middle of it all you decide to-" Billy moved forward putting both of his hands on your arms. "We would never do that." Stu scoffed sitting up next to you. "Yeah we may be killers but we're not rapists." Billy looked at Stu like he could kill him making the boy sit back and shut up.
"Y/n I'm really trying," Billy spoke as you nodded. "I've noticed." He smiled continuing his speech. "I don't and would never want to hurt you. That night that Stu's place I couldn't put you through that pain." He gestured to your closed-up wound. "I know but I joke around a lot. I say I'm into chains and whips but I'm scared of all of that. I don't want to feel like I'm stuck and with two of you it's pretty damn intimidating." You had got this idea in your head that anything intimate with the men would leave you used and torn apart.
"I joke around like crazy you don't think I'm being serious do you?" Both you and Billy looked at Stu. "Wow tell me what you really think." You laughed making Stu smile at his accomplishment. "Hey." Billy's hand rested on the side of your face pulling your attention back to him. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Do you understand?" The words were sharp but they weren't angry. Billy meant what he said. As long as he was living no one would lay a finger on you besides him and Stu. You nodded as he smiled. "Wait so are we sleeping together or?" Stu was just really confused. Before Billy could smack him you stood up. "I'm going to take a shower and freshen up. You two can do whatever you want." Without looking at the men you walked upstairs heading to your bathroom.
Billy jumped off the couch making Stu sit up. "What? What's wrong?" Stu asked looking up at the man. "She said she's going to freshen up." Billy shook his hands for emphasis. He could see Stu simply wasn't getting it. "That's like the universal term for "we're going to have sex." How do you not know that?" Stu stood up a small "pfft" leaving his mouth. "No the universal term for we're going to have sex is "Hey we're going to have sex."" Billy's palm slapped his forehead before dragging down his face. "Listen just go clean up and change I'm going to take care of a couple things." With a nod, Stu went off to his room.
Billy waited on the stairs till he heard the water start to run. Your room was empty but the record you played was loud. The Smashing Pumpkins vinyl spun around letting Billy's favorite song play. He could barely hear you humming the words in the bathroom. You remembered. That fact made his heart seem to swell. It wasn't what you normally listened to. All he heard the past week was what you called "classics." Now there you were in the privacy of your room listening to his favorite album. With a smile, he got to work. The first thing he did was make your bed. Once it was neat he made sure the room looked comfortable. He noticed the candle you had sitting on your dresser. Billy headed downstairs to ask Stu for his lighter.
Stu's bedroom door opened hitting Billy with a cloud of cologne. "Jesus fucking Christ!" The boy cursed waving a hand in front of his face. "Too much?" Stu asked innocently. Billy huffed not having time to deal with him. "She's not going to let you in the room let alone her bed smelling like that." Stu thought he smelt good, you had complimented him on his cologne before. "Change your shirt and pants and air out this damn room." Billy was about to leave before remembering why he came down there in the first place. "Oh, I need your lighter." Stu dug through his dresser tossing the skull-covered lighter to the man. "What do you need that for?" Stu pointed towards the object. "I'm going to light a candle." Stu held up his hand covering his mouth with a laugh. Billy's face dropped at his friend's laughter. "Shut it fuckrag." Billy pointed at Stu but it didn't stop him from laughing.
Upstairs you had already stepped out of the shower pulling the cap off your head. You hung the shower cap up before wrapping a towel around your frame. You didn't know what to expect. Billy's little speech downstairs did wonders for your nerves. Were you still terrified? Yes but for some dumb reason, you trusted them. You had this nagging feeling you'd regret it. You willed yourself to believe in the fantasy land you've created. Sex wasn't something you'd grown accustomed to. That day playing truth or dare barely felt real. There wasn't much emotion behind it just teenage hormones. You weren't upset about it you just hoped this would be different. As your skin dried off you slipped a pair of underwear on covering them with one of Stu's shirts.
Billy sat at the edge of your bed biting his nails. He had to repeatedly tell himself he was trying to be better, to do what you asked. As you walked out of the bathroom he stood up. You could tell he was nervous by the way his eyes darted back and forth between you and the door. "I thought we could talk. You like talks right?" His smile was tight as he raised his eyebrows. You saw your bedroom door was closed completely leaving Stu out of the conversation. "I'm fine with talking but we made it a rule to include everyone when we talked." Billy watched as you walked over to your record player. The way you took care of the fragile vinyl said something about your character, at least he thought it did. "I know but I already asked Stu if it was okay and he said it was."
"I get that but we should have conversations together." Billy grew impatient. "Just!" The word was loud scaring him when he said it. You looked at him waiting for him to fix his tone before speaking to you. "Just.. please? I need to talk to you alone." You put the record on the shelf debating on talking to him in private. Billy was a complicated man. You didn't want to throw away the chance of getting him to open up. "Okay. What do you need to talk about?" You walked over to Billy's side sitting down with him at the foot of the bed. "You want this to be equal. Meaning this is a group effort right?"
"This?" You asked as Billy's leg bounced with anxiety. That little voice in his head told him he couldn't do this. "Sex." Was all he said. "I would like it to be that way, yes. I don't want anyone feeling left out." He nodded understanding what you meant. You couldn't begin to grasp how difficult this conversation was to him.
"Look if you want us to sleep with you that's fine but I don't want this thing me and Stu do to disturb you." His wording was intentional. To him sex with you was normal but sex with Stu was just a "thing." It was shameful to him. "I-I um..." He ran a hand through his hair keeping his eyes on the ground. "I don't want you to look at me differently after this." You didn't know what to say to make it better. There was no easy fix. Billy raised his arms in surprise as you wrapped your arms around him. His arms slowly found their way around you hugging you back. It was comforting. Billy didn't like hugs. This one however made him feel safe. You had him and you weren't letting go. Who he is didn't seem to bother you and knowing that lifted a weight off his shoulders. "Should I let Stu in now?" He spoke gently.
You nodded pulling back from the boy. Billy stood up opening the bedroom door. Stu came tumbling into the room. "I didn't hear anything." He swore picking himself off the ground. "Not for lack of trying." You smiled knowing Stu was eavesdropping. Billy made sure to close the door behind Stu locking it in place. The action wasn't lost on you. Something was different. Billy had no problem with what happened in your living room just weeks ago. The fact he was locking your bedroom door knowing no one else was in the house was odd. It was for security you supposed. The reassurance that no one could walk in. Your curtains were also closed but you knew you left them open just a few hours earlier.
"Here ya go." Stu pitched Billy a small bottle. "What's that?" You asked getting a quick and easy answer from Stu. "Oh, it's lube." He pulled two condoms from his pocket sitting them on your nightstand. You were out of your element. "If you don't want to do this I need you to let me know." Stu said wanting your full consent. This was a first for all of you, he didn't want to mess it up. "I want this, it just feels like you're both prepping for surgery."
Billy held the bottle in tight hands hoping to warm up the cold liquid inside. Stu chuckled finding his spot next to you on the bed. "I get that trust me but none of us here want kids yet and the lube is just to make sure you're comfortable."
Yet. The word pulled at pieces of Billy's brain. The thought of having kids was not something he wanted to worry about right now. With a shake of the head, he walked over to both of you. "Listen, we don't have to do this." Billy still had this unremitting feeling that things would change. You'd see him as some perverted homo and wouldn't want him near you again. He was ashamed of who he was and what he did but if you wanted this he'd do it. Both men looked at you trying to pick up on any signs of hesitation.
Stu was careful about consent the last time anything happened between the three of you. His behavior hadn't changed any. Billy's new behavior was something to get used to. His nail-biting, soft-spoken nature was different than the rude and demanding one you had got to know. "I want to do this but if one of you is uncomfortable we can just go to bed. You don't have to sleep downstairs." The promise of just sleeping next to you was tempting for Billy. He knew this would have to happen sooner or later. "I'm ready whenever you two are." Stu said as he peeled his shirt off. Billy slipped the bottle into his pocket before leaning down to you.
"I need you to say it."
His face was serious but not cold. "Say what?" The air between you two was nearly suffocating. Billy's voice was low as he spoke. "I need you to say you want this, you want me." Billy's hands rubbed the soft skin on your thighs as Stu stripped down to his underwear. You looked at his hands the eye contact quickly becoming intimidating. "I want-"
"Look at me, please." With a shaky breath, you looked back up meeting Billy's eyes. "I need this. I need you, Billy." There it was. That possessive glint you'd seen before. Any minute now he'd be demanding and rough. His lips softly pressed against yours. The kiss was slow and careful. Billy tried to remember the way your lips felt in case you threw him out after tonight. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip signaling your lips to part. Billy pulled away smiling at the love-drunk look on your face. "Let me help with that." Stu helped pull your shirt over your head leaving you in just your panties. "I was right. You look even better out of my shirt." Stu said making your cheeks heat up. Billy's shirt was the next to go. Stu cupped your chin before leaning in to kiss you. It was hungrier than the kiss before.
Billy watched his two partners with some semblance of pride. They were his. For how long he wasn't sure. In the end, it didn't matter because right now in this bedroom, he had them and for some reason, they agreed to have him. Stu squeezed your breast making a small noise leave your lips. Billy went back to work pulling down the fabric that hugged your hips. You raised up just enough to make his job easier. He tossed the underwear in the same spot his shirt had landed.
Stu laid back on the bed taking you with him. For a split second, you forgot Billy was even there. He made his presence known by pressing a kiss to your abdomen. Then another on your hip. Stu broke the kiss watching the scene next to him. You looked down at Billy as he littered your skin with kiss after kiss. He eventually made his way down pressing a kiss on your folds. Stu saw the way your chest jumped ever so slightly. He wondered if he told you how beautiful you were today but even if he did it wasn't nearly enough. As Billy's tongue ran up and down your folds, his eyes flickered up toward Stu. Your soft moans accompanied by Billy's gaze made his cock twitch. Stu picked your hand up moving it where he needed you most. Softly you began rubbing him through his boxers feeling him strain against the fabric. The moan that came from Stu made you continue your movements. It was hard to focus with Billy going at you like a man starved. Billy's eyes would go back and forth mainly focused on the man you helped please.
Being watched stirred something in Stu and Billy noticed. The short-haired boy removed his underwear with haste needing to feel you against his skin. Your hand wrapped perfectly around his cock. The pumps were gentle at first not knowing what Stu liked. His moans and the quiet chant of your name kept your hand moving. Billy pulled your clit between his lips making your back arch off the bed. Stu let out a lustful cry at the feeling of your hand squeezing around him. You didn't mean to do it at first but the new information only helped you tease him. Every few pumps you'd gently squeeze his cock earning a beautiful sound from Stu each time.
Billy's tongue continued its assault as he slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt. Hearing the sounds you made mixed with Stu's was enough to make him cum right then and there. It took everything in him not to. Billy smiled against you feeling your hips try to meet the thrust of his fingers. He doubted you were even aware of what you were doing. Too busy pleasing the man next to you. Your free hand tugged on Billy's hair needing more of him. Billy pulled out his fingers before moving to stand up. You groaned at the loss. With his eyes on you, Billy sucked his fingers clean of your slick even a soft moan could be heard like it was the best thing he's ever tasted.
"We've got to take turns right? Everything has to be fair and equal?" He teased moving in front of Stu. The boy looked at Billy silently asking him if he was sure he wanted to do this. Billy motioned his head upwards telling Stu to sit up. The boy complied sitting on the edge of the bed. You sat up making sure you didn't miss anything. Billy took a deep breath seeing you watch him. He knelt in front of Stu grabbing the man's erection. "Ah!" Stu exclaimed looking down at the man in front of him. With a trained hand, Billy stroked Stu's cock.
You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. Billy leaned forward spitting on the tip letting the liquid run slowly down the veins. Using his hand he pumped Stu's cock the spit making it easier for his hand to slide up and down. He knew what spots to pay attention to. Stu's moans were louder than before. His abs were prominent as his muscles tightened. Billy with a sly grin licked a stripe from the base to the tip. He kept his eyes on Stu not being able to look up at you. Stu turned his head pressing his lips to yours. He moaned into your mouth as Billy wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock. His tongue swirled around making Stu's hips jerk. Stu's breath was uneven as his chest heaved up and down.
"Fuck." Stu cursed against your lips as Billy slid his mouth over the man's length. With a moan, Stu's head fell back leaving you to watch them without interruption. Billy could feel your eyes burn into his skin. That insecurity slowly started to creep back up distracting him from the man under his touch.
Stu grabbed your hand squeezing as his orgasm rapidly approached. "I-I'm going to cum." Stu warned with a whine. Billy continued sucking knowing if he didn't there would be a mess to clean up. His eyes closed tight as Stu cried out. Stu chanted a mixture of your and Billy's names. Billy let Stu ride out his orgasm before he looked to the floor swallowing the evidence of the sinful act. Stu laid back on the bed letting the newfound clarity wash over him. Billy's lips were swollen and his cheeks were red. You'd never seen him look like this until now.
Billy didn't dare look up knowing he'd see the disgust in your eyes. "Billy?" Hearing his name made him feel sick. You waited for him to look at you but he refused. He rubbed his eyes wanting to erase everything that had just happened. Billy looked up immediately apologizing for something he didn't need to. You cut him off grabbing his face and pressing your lips on his. You could taste Stu on his lips and it spurred you on more. Billy was shocked. You broke the kiss to look at him. "I need you." Your hands tugged on the waistband of his jeans greedily. How was he supposed to be calm and careful when you acted like this?
"Say it again." His voice was low and demanding making your cunt throb. "I need you." You happily repeated yourself seeing the way it brought his confidence back. Billy stood up unbuckling his belt right in front of you. You focused on the way his hands pulled the leather off with ease. He grabbed the bottle of lube tossing it on the bed. His jeans were quickly discarded along with his underwear.
You looked at Billy's naked form growing embarrassed by the view. "Baby throw me one of those." Billy pointed towards the condoms. Stu was happy to toss the package over. He was well aware of how hard it was for Billy to do what he did. Stu no longer felt like a dirty secret. You crawled up onto the bed as Billy opened the black wrapper. "Here lift your hips up." Stu grabbed a pillow slipping it between you and the bed. The feeling of your hips in the air was odd but you figured Stu knew what he was doing.
Billy slid the condom over his length with ease. The man debated on asking you once again if you were alright with this. You wiggled your hips impatiently. That small gesture was all Billy needed. Stu grabbed the lube squirting a little in his hand. He kissed your neck as his fingers smeared the jelly over your entrance. Billy crawled on the bed settling between your legs. Stu's eyes watched as Billy lined himself up with your cunt. You closed your eyes scared of the pain you've heard so many people talk about. Stu continued to smother you in affection as Billy slowly pushed into you.
It wasn't near as bad as you expected it to be. You tried not to focus on the stretch as he bottomed out. Billy cursed trying to hold still. "You okay?" Stu asked and you nodded. Billy's hips started to move to find a rhythm you were both comfortable with. Stu wrapped his lips around your nipple getting hit with a feeling of deja vu. Billy held onto your hips as he thrusts into you. He had to remind himself over and over that he needed to be gentle. Stu was used to his partner's fast and rough routine so seeing him struggle was almost humorous.
Your breath hitched as Stu tugged at your breasts. His teeth teased your skin making goosebumps flood your flesh. Billy watched as his partner left small hickies in places no one but the two of them could see. "Faster..." You moaned one hand squeezing Billy's wrist. The man's pace quickened making the sound of skin on skin even louder. It seemed the faster he got the tighter your muscles became. Stu abandoned your side sitting up to kiss the man between your thighs. Billy's free hand wrapped around Stu's throat squeezing just enough to keep him still. You moaned watching the men as Billy's thrusts continued to knock the air out of you. Billy's borderline whimpers did nothing but fuel your arousal. "Don't stop!" You cried out making Billy hold off his orgasm just a little longer.
Both men watched as you came undone around Billy's cock. It was one of the most beautiful things they'd ever seen. Billy's thrusts became rough and erratic as that familiar white-hot pleasure twisted inside of him. With one final thrust, his body trembled. Your name like a prayer was said over and over like it was the only thing he could say. For a brief moment, it was the only word that existed.
You winced as Billy pulled out. Stu fell next to you pressing a kiss to your cheek. "How was it?" He asked knowing the answer from previous experience. Billy tied off the condom before disposing of it in your bathroom. "I can't feel my legs." You giggled making Stu laugh. A warm fuzzy feeling covered your naked body. You weren't sure if it was the sex or the overall love you felt from both men. Stu helped move the pillow out from under your hips. Your legs and arms felt like jelly as you moved to cover yourself underneath the blankets. Stu followed suit huddling up next to your naked frame.
Billy left the bathroom grabbing his underwear from the floor. You groaned as you rolled out of bed needing to use the restroom. "Do you need help?" Billy asked seeing your wobbly legs. "Don't get cocky." You said with a laugh walking toward the bathroom. "I wasn't trying to-" You pressed a kiss to his lips silencing the boy. "I'm just messing with you."
He smiled watching your ass as you walked into the bathroom. The door shut behind you leaving both men to themselves. Stu grinned seeing the look on Billy's face. "You love us." He said feeling that bubbly feeling once again. Billy laughed to himself. "You know, you might be right."
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Part 15
A/N: Sorry that this chapter took so long to unload. Theres some serious character development happening and I wanted to make sure I did the characters justice. Hope you're enjoying the series so far!💕
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TWST Incorrect quotes#365 Strip the big cat
Yuu*Coming to Leona's bedroom and waking him*Hey strip, Let's go
Leona*Eyes widen and tail swaying behind hip happily*Oh...With no "Thank you~ or No "Please?~" No Kindness?~*Smirks as he lays on his side now looking up at you*And to THINK I was gonna give you a little show~
Yuu*Facepalms, Is wearing a Pink apron and pointing at the cart of smelly Savanaclaw clothes outside the dorm*Give me ya damn pants so I can do the laundry
Leona:...Oh
Ruggie asking you to take over his babysitting job went like that...
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