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#you really hit all the sweet spots with this holy shit
drewsbuzzcut · 15 hours
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omg could you do a blurb of a time model reader was on the road with him and he ordered desserts maybe while she was in the shower or something so it’s a surprise and they just soak up all the intimacy that comes with eating dessert together in their hotel room i’m thinking maybe a little sexy time something to make it even better is maybe mat’s sisters or sydney is watching the kids for this roadie so may and model reader could have some time for themselves
Warnings: smut (not edited sorry)
“Mathew, you did not just order all of this,” you gasp looking at just about every desert on the room service menu, sitting on a table near the end of your hotel bed.
You expected your husband to be naked and waiting on the end when you got out of the shower, not pastries and ice cream.
Mat just gives you a shrug while also failing at concealing his excitement. You roll your eyes in return.
“Sorry, I had to. It just all sounded so good. Anyways we can have fun taste testing everything,” he offers.
“When I said I wanted dessert, I meant you. Not actual dessert,” you giggle, coming up to hug him because you aren’t really mad. A little bothered, maybe, but not mad.
“You can still have me, but after we try everything,” Mat says, trying not to jump around. He loves his sweets.
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“I miss the kids,” Mat sighs around the fork, shoveling in the last bite of the decadent, chocolate cake.
“I do, too, but I am glad we get to have a night to ourselves. I’m also very thankful for Liana watching them,” you respond and scoot closer to where your husband is laying down on the bed.
You wrap your arms around his neck and guide his lips to yours. You greedily suck on his tongue and get a taste of the chocolate.
“Mmm… you cannot kiss me like that,” Mat groans and adjusts his thickening cock. The blissed out look on your face is getting to him.
“Why?” You ask in nonchalance and reach a hand under his robe to grope him.
“Because I know that it means no sleep for me,” he answers.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You can still have sex with me and get a good sleep. I promise I won’t go crazy and get cock drunk,” you hummed with a sly smile.
“Mhm sure, pretty girl.” Mat just laughs and hands you a spoonful of ice cream.
“This is really good,” you moan and lay flat on the bed.
“Holy shit. It really is good. We need to find out which brand it is and buy it for the house. I’m sure Nolan and Angel will love it.”
You both share an awestruck smile. It still amazes the both of you that you have three beautiful babies.
“I love you, you know?” Mat says after moments of silence.
You give him a “duh” expression and roll back into his arms.
“I love you, you know?” You repeat, your little laugh being silenced by his mouth on yours.
“I want you,” Mat whispers in your ear, his hand creeping underneath your robe and touching your bare legs.
“You have me.”
A strangled whimper slips off the tip of your tongue as he slides two of his fingers through your wet folds.
He collects your arousal and spreads it over your fluttering hole. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck to anchor yourself as the pleasure starts to make you feel airy.
You attach your lips to the hollow of his neck, preventing your moans from bouncing off the walls. You didn’t need to wake up his teammates next door.
As Mat thrusts his thick fingers into you, you suck on his skin. Your teeth nip at the flesh when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. You try to focus on anything else but the orgasm bubbling in your core.
“Cum on my fingers, baby.”
Your falsely innocent eyes bore into his, your bottom lips caught between your teeth. While his fingers pull you closer to the edge, his thumb goes to your clit and completely throws you into the abyss.
“Just like that. Don’t stop,” you cry and rut your hips up into his hand.
He continues to fuck his fingers inside of you, even as you contract around his digits and writhe around.
“Don’t stop,” you chant, face going into the crook of his neck, because you can’t properly focus on keeping quiet.
His hand moves at a fast pace, taking you beyond your orgasm. Everything tingles and you get that rare sensation in the pit of your tummy.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you cry out, body going completely flaccid as you squirt around his fingers.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he speaks softly and his thumb gentle massages your overly sensitive bud.
Mat watches as your chest heaves and small teardrops drip roll your cheeks. He softly caresses your body and talks you through one of the longest orgasms you’ve had in a while.
“I love you. You did so good for me,” he whispers into your cheek, accepting your weight as you practically crawl under his skin.
“I love you,” you mutter.
All too soon, you’re falling asleep to your incredible husband tracing each letter of your back tattoo.
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stevenose · 9 months
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Please tell us everything about going dumb on Steve’s cock like… like I feel that dick is so big it actually makes you go empty in the head and he knows it!!! and he loves teasing your for it, asking about your weekend plans while you’re trying to uncross your eyes and muffle a confused huh??
contains; gender unspecified reader; steve fucking r from the bottom; cock drunk reader; praise and some condescension from steve! 18+ only!
“What’re we doin’ this weekend?”
It’s all muddled even if Steve is right under you. His hips slowly thrust in and out of you at a depth that makes him feel like he’s in your lungs. The only thing you can think of, other than how huge he is, is how to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Nearly lined up with the movements of his hips.
He laughs softly and asks again. “We’re seeing a movie, right?”
You can hear him a little more, but you don’t care about whatever he’s saying. He brings you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your back. He fucks into a little faster and harder, biting his lip. “Mmm, honey, got you all fucked out, huh?”
You feel the vibration of his chest as he speaks against yours. You still can’t talk. It feels like the tip of him is pressed against the back of your throat. He touches you elsewhere, trying to prolong your pleasure, and you finally whine right as he hits your sweet spot.
“There ya are,” he coos.
“Huh?” you moan, realizing vaguely that you’re drooling onto his shoulder.
“Nothin’,” he chuckles, “just keep being pretty for me, okay?”
“‘Mmmmmkay.”
He loves when you’re like this. Can’t even speak from how well he fills you up. Can’t focus. Just to see what happens, he thrusts up hard and quick.
You wail something - maybe his name mixed with a swear. Your thighs tighten around him and your nails dig into his shoulders. You gasp and moan, pushing him to do it again. Same reaction. Steve can hardly stand it.
“What would you do if I really fucked you? Huh?” he whispers in your ear. You can hear him now. “Bet your head would explode. Could you take it?”
“Uh-huh,” you moan, pitchy.
“I don’t think so. Look at you now,” he sighs, continuing those soft, long strokes. He pulls his arms away and moves you backwards so he can see your face. Eyes half crossed, mouth agape, drooling. “Holy shit,” he rasps. “My cock got you that messed up?”
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stuckinthesun · 9 months
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Warnings: NSFW, slight somno, subby!leon, cuddle/spoon fucking
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You wake up to the feeling of something hard thrusting between your folds, a hand gripping your hip tightly, and soft grunts in your ear.
A moan escapes your lips when you realize what’s going on. Leon was thrusting his cock against your leaking center while you were asleep.
“Baby? Are you awake?” Leon basically whines in your ear, his grip tightening while his thrusts slow down.
“Mhmm,” You hum, finally blinking your eyes open.
“Can I fuck you, please? I know you just woke up but I need you so bad, baby.” Leon begged, burring his face in the crook of your neck.
You couldn’t help the way your heart melted hearing just how needy he was. Rolling your hips back against him, you nodded, “Yeah.”
The word barely left your lips before he was seated fully inside of you, groaning an obscenely loud “thank you” as he did so. Your hand fisted the sheets as you gasped, closing your eyes again and deciding to just go along with whatever Leon needed.
“Fuck you feel so good. I tried to wait, I really did, but you’re just so pretty and I couldn’t wait anymore I needed you baby, so bad!” Leon babbled as he fucked you, hips slapping against your ass and creating a loud sound.
Leon hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting your leg higher and allowing him to get deeper. You leaned further back against his chest, and cried out when you felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot.
That was all Leon needed. The man’s grip on you turned bruising as he thrusted faster, hitting your sweet spot every time. Your back arched and a hand flew back to grip his hair, “F-fuck Leon!”
“Pl-please tell me you’re close because I’m about to c-cum, fuck!” Leon came inside you, his arms coming around to hug you close and his hips stuttering as he shot hot spurts of cum deep inside.
The feeling of him filling you up sent you over the edge. Your grip in his hair tightened as you clenched around him, slick pouring out of you as you violently shook.
Leon fucked you both through your orgasms, only stopping when it became too painful.
“Holy shit,” Leon huffed tiredly after he pulled out, and after a moment of no response he frowned and sat up. Leaning over your shoulder, he found you already passed out, softly snoring.
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lovebugism · 1 year
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☄. *. ⋆ ┄ Feel Good
summary: you don't come. ever. well... not until steve harrington comes along. pairing: steve harrington / f!reader warnings: the longest headcanon ever, talks of shitty boyfriends and masturbation, pure smut 18+ mdni! a/n: if you saw this before the repost... no you didn't. and to the anon that requested this: i hope you like it!
( MASTERLIST )
you don't come
this is not an exaggeration
it's purely a statement of fact
because you’ve never ever had an orgasm
not one
not with your fingers, not with a toy, not with a partner, not ever
you get pretty close sometimes
if you're in the right mindset and you have enough time (and a partner who isn't totally focused on their own pleasure
you can actually get really, really close
it’s kinda like climbing a steep mountain and nearly reaching the top
or seeing a glimmer light at the end of the dark tunnel
it always ends the same way, though
you fall from the peak. darkness swallows you whole. the feeling of bliss swells and then disappears entirely.
some of your partners have come up with their own theories
one said you internalized your religious upbringing and turn away from pleasure without thinking
another insisted that it wasn’t their fault they couldn’t make you come because your clit was just too small
the last one told you that you just “needed to love yourself more”
it was exhausting, quite honestly
your partners became your therapist, trying to pry into your mind and diagnose you accordingly
you were an experiment to them
they tried every position and motion to try and get you there, though sometimes it felt like they were only doing it because it felt good for them
some didn’t bother trying at all
they got frustrated with you, called you broken, and left to find someone “normal”
and it fucking sucked
so somewhere down the line, you just started faking it
because that was easier than having those uncomfortable conversations and waiting until they inevitably left you
that ultimately led to you avoiding relationships all together
and then you met steve
and you liked steve
screw that, you liked liked steve
he wasn’t like all the rest of the partners that fucked you over
and for the first time in a long time, you had a really good feeling about the whole thing
but you were terrified of screwing it up
and you were also terrified of lying to him
you were able to avoid it for the most part
that is, until he was about to go down on you for the first time
he’s got you on your back with his head between your legs
you tense when he presses a kiss to your thigh 
“you okay?”
“i don’t come” you blurt
“…what?”
“i don’t know why. i’ve just never been able to. and it’s not because of you, okay? so i don’t want you to think you’re doing something wrong or that i don’t want to do this, because holy shit i wanna do this so bad—”
and you’re just rambling
mostly because you feel like if you keep talking, it’ll keep him from saying something you don’t wanna hear
steve just nods and shoots you a small smile from between your legs
“that’s ok :)”
and you breathe out the biggest sigh of relief
because no one’s ever not made a huge deal about it
“can i still make you feel good?”
you just nod down at him bc you don’t trust your voice to say something intelligible
he gives you head that night and he’s good
he’s great actually
but you don’t come
the sex is even better
he makes an effort to find ways that’ll make it feel better for you
he’ll put pillows beneath your hips and push your legs up towards your chest when he’s on top of you
he’ll tell you all the ways to position yourself when you’re on top of him
with one leg bent and your foot flat on the bed so he’s hitting your sweet spot every time he drills into you
and it’s never about him
it never feels like he’s doing crazy positions to exploit you under the guise of “blowing your mind”
most guys only wanted to get you off so that they could feel like some kind of sex god
but steve genuinely wants you to feel good
and he’s so willing to learn your body to help you feel good
one time he sat himself behind you with his chin hooked over your shoulder
“show me how you do it” he said to you
and you did
but it didn't feel like you were some experiment to him either
it was so fucking hot
he made a show out of it, asking you to tell him everything you were doing to yourself and how it felt
“does that feel good?”
“it feels so good—” you interrupt yourself as your mouth falls open in a silent moan and your legs start to tense up
“oh that’s the spot, huh?”
and he likes to learn about all the times you’ve gotten the closest
even though to you it’s mortifying
you’re red in the face the entire time you tell him the only time you ever thought you might actually come was with the shower head
you get embarrassed and hide your face in his shoulder
he’s just like “no, it’s sexy! we can try that if you want?”
but you’re scared that might be a little too exposing and that there would be way too much pressure on you
as always, he’s the most understanding person on the planet
“that’s okay. we don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. ever.”
and he makes you feel so safe and cared for 
even when you get defeated
because both of you try so hard but you just can’t get there
and after he’s spent an hour between your legs switching between his fingers and his mouth
you start crying out of pure and utter frustration
“steve stop. just stop. there’s no point. let’s just quit.”
and obv when you tell him to stop he’s gonna stop
but he can tell how sad you are when your back is to him and you're putting your clothes back on
and he tries not to smile when you get all twisted in your bra bc you’re so moody that you don’t put it on the right way
“it’s okay baby, we can keep trying—”
“no, steve, it’s not okay! i just don’t get why i can’t be like normal people!”
“there’s nothing wrong with you, okay? some girls just have a harder time than others. it’s okay to come less than other people”
“less?” you scoff “how about never?”
and he’s still patient with you
even while you’re ranting and getting all angry at him and yourself
“i don’t even know why you still try! it’s never gonna happen, okay? ever. you get that, right? there’s no point in trying. you should just find someone else—”
that’s when he stops you
“okay. that’s enough.”
he walks to you where you’re standing in nothing but your bra and underwear and your jeans that you shoved on but didn't button before you started ranting
“it doesn’t matter if you come or not— well, it does, but that’s not what this is about, okay? it doesn’t have to be about having an orgasm. when i’m with you, it doesn’t feel like i’m trying to accomplish something. it’s just about two people who love each other, spending time together, and feeling good”
“…you love me?”
“…was that not obvious?”
the two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling after that
and he’s adamant about not making it about sex
though he keeps having to apologize for his boner pressing into your back
a few days later he surprises you with a present, all wrapped up in with a pretty bow on top
“is it christmas?” you joke at the reindeer patterned wrapping paper
“sorry. that’s all i could find at the house.”
and it’s this huge fuck off vibrator that you know must’ve costed a fortune
you’re totally flustered when you open it and you have no idea what to do with yourself
but he’s so smiley and tells you that he wants to try it with you
and it’s really fucking good
it makes the already amazing sex that much better
you’re on your sides with him pressed against your back
and he holds it against your clit while he fucks you from behind
(he’s having an even better time too because he can feel the vibrations of it from inside of you)
you get the closest you’ve ever been like that
he watches intently when you press your face into your pillow
“are you close?”
you nod wordlessly
“i think… fuck— i think i might come”
and he starts fucking you harder, finding your spot and hitting it over and over again with the vibe still pressed attentively to your clit
a cry rises in your throat and escapes your mouth
and right when you think you might actually have your first orgasm
it fucking goes away
“fuck!”
steve can tell it’s not an exclamation of pleasure, but one of anger
he asks if you wanna keep going
you tell him he can until he comes but that you’re not gonna get there
like a doctor, he prescribes masturbation
and you spend exactly one week using the vibrator by yourself and trying to use it different ways that get you closer and closer
you’re on your back with it pressed into your opening while fiercely rubbing at your clit
and you feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer
it builds in an achingly familiar way
but when the feeling usually starts to ebb, it keeps going
the pleasure crescendos, numbs, and then explodes
having the house to yourself, you don’t bother holding back the noises, the almost painful sounding moans, as they spill from your mouth
the first thing you do when your senses return to you, is call steve
even though it’s 2 a.m.
and when he answers, he’s all groggy with sleep but he’s immediately ecstatic for you
he’s over at your place in ten minutes tops after your promise of recreating it for him
and you’re just absolutely gushing about it and thanking him a ton
because he’s the one who got you the vibrator after all
he wants you to tell him everything so you do
you tell him how you were laying and what you where thinking about
*cough cough* him
and what your fingers were doing and how the real trick was putting the vibe partly inside of you
and you don’t think about how it might make him insecure until the words are spilling from your mouth
because you’ve known guys in the past who get intimidated by dildos and vibrators out of fear that they could never compete with them
steve does express a little bit of that insecurity
he tries to cover it up by joking about how much bigger the toy is than his dick and how pretty soon he’ll be replaced altogether
and he’s laughing but you can tell it isn’t genuine because it doesn’t reach his eyes
so you tell him that you love every single part of him including his dick and that him ‘getting replaced’ is never happening in a million, billion years
when you start trying to get yourself to come again you make sure he’s involved too
both of you are kneeling on your bed and you’re gripping the headboard while he’s fucking into you from behind
one hand is clutching yours and the other is rubbing at your clit
you’ve got the vibrator pressed where you and steve meet
and you can feel him all over you
he’s mouthing at your neck and shoulder
and using his free hand to hold you and tease your nipples
you feel the pleasure start to build and your face scrunches up while you moan
and steve talks you all the way through it
“there you go. you got it— no, don’t tense up, baby, just let it happen... uh-huh, there it is. come for me, baby. come for me.”
and you do
catastrophically so
you tense so hard it almost hurts and you’re shaking like a leaf in his hold
the pleasure is numbing at first before hitting you like a fuck freight train
and you’d be embarrassed about the noises you were making if it didn’t feel so damn good and steve wasn’t praising you the entire way through
“there you go, baby. feels good, huh? you’re so— fuck, you’re getting so tight around me. can barely… holy shit… i can barely fucking move—”
you’re laughing in pure bliss when you feel him coming inside of you
he presses his weight against you and sprinkles wet kisses to your neck, humming praises onto your skin
when you come down and collect your bearings you confess to him, still caught in the post-sex haze, “it didn’t… it didn’t feel like that before…”
“no?”
“uh-uh. felt, like, a thousand times fucking better… 'cause you were here”
and he gets all sweet and blushy, saying he didn’t really do much
but you tell him that it was all him and that he helped you a ton
that he always helps you
“you’re the best sex i’ve ever had steve harrington, orgasm or not”
and this boy is blushing so hard you can see it in the tips of his ears
both of you are love-drunk and happy and dazed
he spends the rest of the night fucking you into your mattress
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worldlxvlys · 3 months
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in one of the text series things w chris u wrote smth abt “like I've ridden you until you had literal tears in your eyes and begged me to stop” and i would thoroughly enjoy it if u (or anyone) could make a fic abt that thankyou. sub chris 🔛🔝
use me
dwb! chris x reader
warnings: nsfw (don’t read if it bothers you) + oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, sub! chris
dwb! chris masterlist
hehe… hope u like <333
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"i really fucking need you right now baby” chris said in a low voice.
“yeah? what do you want baby?”
“want you to ride me so bad ma, need it so bad” chris wasn’t usually in the mood to let me take control, but we hadn’t seen each other in a few days and he was touch starved.
“yeah? ok baby i got you” i said as i gently pushed his chest down, making him lay on his back.
the only clothes remaining on our bodies were our underwear.
“gonna make you feel so fucking good baby”
i slowly pulled down his boxers, watching his dick spring up.
making direct eye contact with him, i brought my mouth to his dick. i swirled my mouth around the tip, making his hips buck up.
“shit ma, so fucking sensitive” he said as i started bobbing my head up and down, pumping any part of his cock that my mouth couldn’t reach.
“you’re so fucking good” he said as he pulled my hair out of my face, into a makeshift ponytail.
“take me so well, so so well ma” he whined.
his dick started to twitch, signaling he was close.
i focused on just his tip, licking and sucking relentlessly.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum baby”
his cum shot down my throat, and i licked him clean.
“holy shit ma”
before he could say anything more, i crawled onto his lap.
“think you can take another baby? wanna make up for lost time” i say, running my hands up his stomach and chest.
“fuck yes baby, wanna watch you get yourself off on my cock”
i pulled my panties to the side and lined his dick up with my hole, sinking down onto him.
“holy fuck you’re so tight ma” “fill me up so well chris”
once he was fully inside of me, i wasted no time in lifting my hips up and slamming them back down.
“holy shit, not gonna last if you do that baby” he meant it as a warning, but i took it as a reason to continue my rough movements.
“mmmm chris you feel so good”
my tits were bouncing in front of chris’s face, prompting him to take one in his mouth.
“shit chris”
“love your tits” he said into my chest.
“look so good using me to get yourself off”
i felt chris twitch inside me and quickened my pace.
the change in pace caused chris to release inside of me, coating my walls in his cum.
“fuck princess”
the feeling of his warm cum inside me caused me to clench around him.
“jesus christ ma” instead of stopping, i continued to slam down on him at a brutal pace.
“fuck fuck ma it’s too much, so fucking sensitive”
“you know your safeword chris, but you and i both know you can take it”
“can’t can’t” he kept repeating it, his groans turning into whimpers.
i changed the angle i was going down on him slightly, causing him to hit directly on my g-spot.
“fuck chris i’m so close”
“please please i can’t take it” his hips started writhing uncontrollably, his ab muscles flexing.
he looked so fucked out, tears forming in his eyes, whimpering and moaning.
“gonna cum chris” all he could do was whine in response.
i clenched around him again, making him let out a guttural moan as i came around his cock.
“oh my gosh chris”
i bounced on him a few more times, riding out my high before collapsing on top of him.
covered in sweat and cum, we both laid there for a minute while catching our breath.
gently lifting me up, chris pulled out of me and kissed my forehead.
“are you ok baby?” i asked him, caressing his face.
“i’m great baby, you’re fucking perfect. thank you i really needed that”
“always” i smiled before pushing my lips to his in a sweet kiss.
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hmmm… it’s almost like ? he’s in love with her ? but doesn’t realize yet ? wonder if he ever will ? 😈
lmk what y’all think
damn y’all got me out here posting fics like an actual writer tf😭
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ggrapeejuicee · 2 months
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Millionaire!Harry AU
cw: smut, daddy kink, slight degredation
You’d known his deal was successful when he sent you a text telling you to put your best dress on because he was taking you out that night. Harry had taken you to the best restaurant in the city, after closing a multi-million dollar deal in NYC that afternoon, and now you were both on your way back to your hotel room after dinner.
“The meal was lovely, baby. But we both know this is what I’ve been waiting for all day.” Harry said quietly, one of his hands on your lower back as the elevator took you to the top floor.
As soon as the door of your hotel room closed, Harry made use of his hold on your hand to spin you around, pressing his body against yours.
His lips crashed against yours, putting everything he had into the kiss.
It was desperate, hungry.
He travelled down your neck, not afraid to leave any deep red marks.
He didn’t care- You were his.
“Taste so sweet, baby.”
“Uh huuu-” You threw your head back against the wall as he hit your sweet spot on your neck, “Fuck.”
“Need to fuck you so bad.” Harry groaned, his hand sliding up your back to find the zipper on your dress.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He said, unable to find the zipper, “Fuck it.”
He gripped to sides of the thin fabric, and in one swift moment ripped it clean in half.
“Harry!”
“I don’t give a shit, baby. I’ll buy you a thousand new dresses.”
He was rock solid underneath his pants as he tore the dress off of your body, discarding the ruined fabric on the floor.
“Just gotta be inside you.”
“Please fuck me, Harry.” You plead, pushing your hips against his.
You felt his erection through his pants, and you moaned into his shoulder as you began to grind against him.
“Undo my belt.” He said, “Gotta get these pants off.”
You fumbled with his belt buckle, his cold hands keeping you steady as he held your waist. You unbuttoned his pants and slid then to the ground.
“Rip your shirt off,” You said, “Please.”
He smirked, grabbing hold of his shirt and ripping it clean off, buttons popping off and flying all over the room.
You began to grind against him again, and Harry moaned- there was less fabric between you than previously, but still not the skin on skin that he wanted.
“I want to see your gorgeous tits.” He breathed as he unclipped your bra.
You slid off his boxers and watched, your eyes wide, as his cock sprung free.
“Fuck me.” You said, “Need you so bad.”
“‘M gonna fuck you till you’ve forgotten your own name, baby.” He said, “And the whole of Manhattan is gonna watch.”
Harry led you over to the back wall of the hotel room- the wall that was completely glass.
He slid off your panties, and ran a finger through your folds.
“Fuckin’ dripping.” He grinned devilishly, “The thought of New York watching us fuck really turns you on, hm?”
“Harry-” You begged, “Please.”
“Tell me.” He repeated. “Does the idea of people watching you cum all over my cock make you horny?”
You nod.
“That’s my good girl. Now face the window so I can fuck you.”
Harry took his cock in his hand, inhaling a deep breath to control himself as he stroked himself a couple of times.
“Gonna make you cum all over me, baby.”
“Hurry up and fuck me.” You plead.
He grins.
“Only patient girls get daddy’s cock.”
You were fucking dripping. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were withering at his words. He had you wrapped around his little finger and you couldn’t care less. You could let him degrade you for the rest of your life and you’d thank him.
“My little slut is gonna scream my name all night, and New York is gonna listen.”
Harry inserts his cock into you without any warning, and you cry out.
“Holy shit.” You cry, “Oh my god.”
He thrusts as quick as he possibly can, fucking you hard and deep against the window, the glass steaming up with your hot, quick breaths.
“So fucking tight. Fucking love the feeling of my dick in you.”
“Oh my god Harry, keep going please.”
“You’re so fucking hot want my dick in you forever.”
Harry thrusts at a pace you’ve never felt him go at before. He was desperate, his body pushing you against the glass as your walls clenched around him.
“Harry-”
“Cum. Cum for daddy.”
“Oh my god Harry- Oh my- FUCK.”
You cum hard. Your orgasm washes over you to the point you almost black out. If it wasn’t for his hands gripping your waist you would have collapse. Harry continues to thrust inside you until his own came. He filled you up with his cum, his moans filling the room.
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noctumbra · 2 years
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       𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 
summary ─ it was something you shouldn’t have been doing, but well. 
pairing ─ exhusband!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, dirty talk, penetrative sex, loud sex, unprotected sex bc my man loves creampie-ing, this one is filthy ehehehe
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The bedpost shouldn’t have been hitting against the wall that hard for the past hour, but it was. That non-stop thump-thump-thump sound was so loud, that it was so rhythmic that you barely heard your neighbors banging angrily in response.
You didn’t care about anyone at this point.
You couldn’t.
Not when the man you swore yourself not to go near again was fucking you through your mattress.
Bucky Barnes. Your ex-husband.
Your divorce was messy; it was brought because of the irreconcilable difference you were both having, and even though a part of you was going to love him forever, you just couldn’t continue to be around him.
Though what you really needed as a married couple was a little bit of distance for a while, not a divorce, but you took the legal way. Thinking back, maybe you should have chosen the distance option because holy shit, you missed the way he fucked and ruined you.
“Lookit that pussy, my God,” he grunted as he slowed his pace down and tilted your hips up for a deeper thrust. You choked on a loud moan, felt the tip of his cock brush against that spot and blinked the stars away from your sight. “’s swallowing me right up, ain’t it, love?” He hummed questioningly. He raked his blunt nails down your back, digging his fingers into the muscles there before he picked up the pace again. “’s been hungry. You weren’t feedin’ her right,” he tsked. “You gotta treat my girl properly, ‘s rude not to.”
You gasped and moaned. Your hands shot up to your back and held onto his wrists tightly. Your body was jolting back and forth with the strength of his thrusts, breasts swaying madly as your face got close to pressed up against the plush pillows you had on your bed.
“God,” he groaned when he felt you tighten up. “Again?” He asked. “You gonna come again?” He leaned forward and covered your back with his chest. “It’s gonna be your third one, and I still haven’t got mine, love.” He nipped on your jaw. “Not. One. Orgasm.” With each word, he slammed into you, made you gasp and caused one of your hands to let go of his wrist in order to support yourself by holding onto your bedpost so that you wouldn’t bash your head open.
“Fuck─” you moaned loudly. Bucky chuckled. It was a dark sound, a mean one, but you loved it. You missed it. “Right there, please, please!” He hummed. Pulling back, he placed one large palm between your shoulder blades and pushed your face on the bed. Ass high up and face down, each thrust of his hit your sweet spot and soon got your legs trembling violently.
Just when you were about to come, he pulled out. You whined and whimpered. You were so damn close to coming, and it was just a dick move to pull out when you were that close.
“Shut you mouth,” he ordered calmly. His hands dug into your ass cheeks and spread them. You felt him leaning forward, and your breath hitched with anticipation. With the first swipe of his tongue, you moaned. Humming, he dove in.
Bucky licked, sucked and slurped. His tongue dipped in and out of you, his teeth nipped your swollen clit gently and his hands tightened their hold on your ass. You gasped as you started rolling your hips against his mouth. You could feel your juices dripping on the bed, wetting your inner thighs and, holy fuck, smearing all over his fucking face. Your eyes rolled back at the image in your mind, and you came on his tongue.
Bucky groaned appreciatively as he continued his ministrations, slurping and cleaning every drop of your juices with his tongue, never minding how messy it got. Soon, you were trembling and overstimulated mess beneath his mouth.
“Fuck, enough, enough,” you pushed at his arms. He growled and pulled back. His hands grabbed your ankles, and with one move of his arms, you were laying flat on your belly on the bed.
“’s never enough,” he grunted into your ear as he re-entered you. “’s never gonna be enough.” He started pounding into you and grabbed your head, pulling it back. “Not with you,” he said and swallowed the whimper/groan mix you let out with a harsh kiss. You mewled when you tasted yourself on his lips and felt the wetness all over his lower face.
It was going to be a long night, but you were looking forward to it.
Your neighbors could go and fuck themselves; you didn’t care.
Not with him.
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xiaoslxt · 8 months
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NAH let's talk about this
Fucking Signora and the Tsaritsa but only speaking to them in snezhnayan during the whole dirty deed
Having signora sprawled out on your shared bed, her long and beautiful legs in the air, her tows curling as you pound your thick member into her eager hole hitting every G spot with just the right force to make her scream as if there commited to memory (they are) but amongst the undoubtedly mind numbing pleasure rosalyne notices her lover hasn't spoken, usually they pepper her with sweet words and promises of depravity that would make even morax blush but she got nothing until she saw the devious grin on your face and what came next made her head spin
Y/n: что случилось, моя милая пламя~ нечего сказать, пока я трахаю тебя до подчинения? (what's wrong my sweet flame~ nothing to say as i fuck you into submission?)
Did she hear that right? Did you just say that in snezhnayan and why did it make her so wet all of a sudden
Y/n: thrusts faster while gripping her waist О боже, я заставил прекрасную леди замереть на месте?~ скажи мне, мой дорогой, неужели я так грязно говорю на своем родном языке, что тебя так заводит~ (Oh my have i caused the fairlady to freeze in her tracks?~ tell me my darling does me talking dirty in my native tongue turn you on that much~)
Rosalyne can't answer right now her brain has completely shut off, it was definitely the accent so it was no surprise when she rolled you onto your back and started clenching around your cock and riding you like a mad woman while ensnaring your lips in hers
Signora: keep talking like that darling~ it's so hot~
Y/n: как пожелаешь, моя леди~ (as you wish my lady~)
Or after a particularly stressful meeting with the harbingers and having to deal with their constant bickering you decide to pleasure your queen on her throne as she sits upon your lap and feels your throbbing member penetrate her warm insides, a stark contrast to her cold to the touch body but you didn't seem to care seeing as you eagerly kissed her lips and groped her impressive chest underneath her dress but what really got her going besides the obvious adrenaline rush of getting caught is what you whispered into her ear
Y/n: Моя снежинка, ты получаешь удовольствие от того, что твой любовник так легко одолевает и оскорбляет тебя в таком публичном месте поклонения~ (My snowflake do you find pleasure in being so easily overpowered and violated by your lover in such a public place of worship~)
She's caught off guard by the sudden intrusion of your deep accent against her ear but it's only a moment as she gains a sultry smile and replies with her own remark
Tsaritsa: и что, если я сделаю это, мой рыцарь~ Мне нравится ощущение твоих грубых рук на моей коже, то, как ты заявляешь о своих правах на мою единственную настоящую любовь, вбивая ее в меня при любом шансе~ Ах~ как я могла сопротивляться такому мужчине как ты~ (and what if i do my knight~ i love the feeling of your rough hands against my skin, the way you stake your claim as my one true love by pounding it into me at any given chance~ Ah~ how could i resist such a man like you~)
Celestia above the way her accent although heavy still carries an air of seduction and feminine charm fit of only your archon it causes your cock to throb inside her and increase your sex drive exponentially while exchanging dirty and sweet whispers with your queen in your native tounge
(I saw the childe post and went feral)
cw - Signora & Tsaritsa x amab reader
The bitch was too stunned to speak.
HOLY SHIT.
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sweet-lover-girl · 1 year
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Abby—breeding kink
Breeding kink, that’s it.
Warnings—breeding kink(obvi), degrading, Abby calls the strap on her ’cock’ and ‘dick’, chocking, hair pulling, spit kink, Dacryphilia, dirty talk, mean!Abby(pretty much all of these are just briefly touched, except for the breeding kink, oh and dirty talk. There’s a lot of that.) also funny thing, I don’t really have a breeding kink so I’m surprised I even wrote this, but I guess now I have an ‘Abby Anderson breeding me’ kink.
This isn’t long at all, but a lot happens XD
🖤I feel like she loves the thought of getting you pregnant. Unless you aren’t into that then she won’t—but for this lets say you do. She loves to breed you and call you her little pretty slut. 
🖤She’ll lean over you and grabs your hair, tugging at the roots, and pulling your head back—making you arch your back and push you ass into her hips, every thrust of her hips is hitting your sweet spot deep in your pussy.
🖤She will also love to spit into your mouth as you are forced to lean back.”Open that pretty little mouth baby.” Then she spits onto your awaiting tongue before she places her hand over your mouth, making sure you swallow.
🖤She loves it when you are crying, you’re just so pretty with those tears running down your cheeks. She’ll lick them away before kissing where she licked you. Then she’ll move on to your neck, kissing, licking, bitting. Anything to leave a pretty little mark for everyone to see you belonged to her.
🖤Another reason why she loves the thought of getting you pregnant, is because that means you have her in you, like her cum got you pregnant and now you are gonna have her babies, and she just goes feral at the thought of fucking you while you’re pregnant with her babies. Abby knows she can’t actually get you pregnant—but fuck she was gonna try.
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“Gonna give me babies Pumpkin?”
Abby asked you, knowing you didn’t even really hear her because you were so fucked out from her cock in you. She leans over you, and grabs you by your hair before sitting up with you and her arm now around your throat in a headlock choking you slightly. Her large bicep flexing as she holds you against her.
“Yeah, you’re gonna give me babies.” She breathes onto your cheek as she placed a gentle kiss there.
Her hips hitting your ass so hard it made a slapping sound each time they met.”Gonna fill you up Sweet girl.” Abby smiles and kisses the side of your head as you tried to talk—but all that came out was nonsense babbling and mewls of her name.
Letting go your neck she let you lay back down on your tummy and placed her hands on the swell of your ass and began to thrust her hips in deep pulses, her hips bouncing off your ass making it jiggle. “Gonna fill you up—your tits are gonna be full of milk.” She said leaning over you and humping your ass, rubbing her clit on the catch-on inside the strap. “My dick is so fucking deep, it’s rearranging your guts isn’t it.” She growled in your ear.
Your eyes roll back as she said this—partly due from the dirty words and from how good it felt. You could feel the tip of the dildo kissing your cervix with every thrust. You arch you back a little more as you feel the need to cum, trying to beg her but only getting out whine and moans. You grasp the sheets in clenched fists as your cry out,”P-plea—Abby—“
She chuckled,”Cum baby, wanna feel that greedy pussy squeezing around my cock.” Abby said and your eyes rolled back as you came hard, squeezing her strap on so hard she could barely thrust—the silicon dragging against your pussy walls, but Abby never stopped the movement of her hips.
“Holy shit— you got tight.” She laughed. You let out a pathetic whine as you push away from her weakly in your overstimulated state, and letting out a cry as she yanked you back by your hips.”Where you going baby,” she pulled your hair by the roots and pulled your head so far back your head almost touched her shoulder, making your arch your back to accommodate that odd hold she had on you, you saw her upside down; a tear dropped from your eye. “I’m not done with you yet.”
You tremble and let out another cry as she began to thrust back into your clenched cunt. “So fucking good for me, you really will just let me use you huh?” Abby mocked as she starts to pump her hips back and forth, her small tits bouncing from how hard she was fucking your wet pussy. She still had a hold on your hair and your back still arched—making all those thrust landed perfectly on your sweet spot. You had drool running down your chin and tears flowing freely from your eyes. She chuckled darkly as she stopped thrusting and leaned over you saying. “Open your fucking mouth.”
You automatically stick your tongue out as she grinned sadistically and spat a glob of saliva into your mouth. You shook as more tears fall from that act alone, making your cunt clench her around her strap again. She quickly followed up with a harsh upside down kiss, her nose bumping your chin as she sucked on your tongue—bitting and pulling at your lips.
Pulling away from your - kissed til they were red lips. Abby leaned back up and flicked her hair over her shoulder and began to move her hips back and forth slowly, really dragging the cock along your walls, you let out a whimper and your arms collapsed under you. She quickly let go of you hair with a sharp laugh and you could feel yourself blush from embarrassment. “We’re not done till I’ve fucked a baby into you, you got that?” She growled and began to fuck your sore pussy once more, you nodded your head quickly as you whimper and feel drool run down your chin.“Good girl.” Abby said as she pat your ass and got back to work.
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Fuck, she makes me dizzy, I got dizzy as I was writing some of this and I blame Abby Anderson.😅
I wanted to add more, but I’ve been working on this for so long now like—
Aaaannnyyywwwaaayyyys, I hope y’all liked it!🖤
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kyhgwts · 1 year
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summary: ^ (0.8k)
WARNINGS: SMUT! only smut. uncomfortable sex at first, but it gets good i promise. rough sex, soft sex, crying, shy!reader, daddy kink, slight teasing(if you squint) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)
PAIRING: Draco x Fem!reader
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He was rough, really rough. He told you to say if you didn’t like something but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Sure it felt good, but you felt… scared?
There was too much going on at once, you couldn’t grasp reality and you were panicking.
Draco had no idea, you were moaning because it felt good but you just wouldn’t tell him that you didn’t like it rough.
Your hands spread wide and then closed again, he felt the nervous tick you had. When he leaned up from your neck his world crashed. He stopped immediately.
‘holy shit, baby what’s wrong?’ He was confused as to why you didn’t tell him anything, you were just letting him- god he’s horrible.
‘i- i don’t’ you were out of breath, you pussy clenched at the loss.
‘What happened? hm? got too shy did you?’ he asked, he should have payed attention to your face but his face was smashed into your neck leaving marks.
‘i’m sorry…’ you let out in a broken whisper, he shook his head immediately.
‘hey hey hey, no need to be sorry’ he grabbed your chin turning you to look at him.
‘i- it felt good but i just… got scared i don’t-‘ he listened very closely to your small whispers.
‘ok, ok. Baby girl that’s okay, you don’t have to like it, that’s why i told you to tell me if you didn’t like it, yes?’ he said you nodded your head.
‘i just got nervous’ you say, he nodded.
‘Okay, would you like to stop and do something else or-‘
‘no!’ he’s somewhat taken back by how loud and desperate you let yourself be.
‘no i- can you… um’ you had to pull the courage to ask and he could see the uncomfortable look on your face. You hated asking for stuff.
‘you want it slow?’ you nod slowly, he smiles giving you a quick kiss.
Once he began a new pace you melted into his arms, and he noticed your noises became louder.
He smirked when you grabbed his head full of hair and pulled him down to your neck. It’s crazy what being in a state of pleasure can do to you.
You mumbled out a incoherent sentence of words making him grin.
‘What was that?’ he asked, you whine.
‘i feel-‘ you get cut off when he makes a particular deep thrust that makes you loose your breath.
‘you feel what baby?’ he says, and now you can tell he’s teasing.
‘I feel good’ you whine, he goes wide eyed. You were a shy girl when it came to the aspect of sex, and he’s melting over all the dirty things he’s making you say and do.
‘Yeah? who’s making you feel that way?’ and before he could prepare himself you blurted out something you most likely didn’t mean to.
‘Daddy’ it was barley above a whisper, he groaned at the name shaking his head.
‘you are making it really hard for me to keep it soft with you babygirl’ he said, you moaned pawing at his bare chest.
He continued a steady pace that had him continually hitting a deep spot in you that you hadn’t even known existed. He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing soft circles, making you squirm in his hold.
‘Ah! Draco, i- i’m gonna-‘
‘oh Draco is it now? what happened to daddy?’
Your cheeks turn bright red struggling to face him after you embarrassed yourself completely.
‘don’t be embarrassed sweet girl, i would love to be your daddy’ he grinned biting at your neck.
Your whole body locked in place, then going limp as you came so hard you felt dizzy, eyesight going black for a second.
Draco has never heard you yell so loud, not to mention while moaning.
Your legs shake as he continues his pace, you cry out pulling him down close to you as he pulls out and dumps his seed on you.
‘I love you’ he whispered kissing the side of your face as he collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you.
‘i love you’ you whispered softly, out of breath and tired.
Right when you thought you had fallen asleep you were being picked up into Draco’s arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck.
‘what-‘ your eyes slowly open and you can tell he’s taking you to the bathroom.
‘i need to take care of you, especially after that.’ he whispers as if he can’t talk in a normal voice.
Never would you have thought Draco Malfoy to be such a sweetie. He made you a bath, washed you off, cleaned your hair and all you had to do was stay limp in his hold.
When you both got out, he helped dry you off putting you in some clean underwear and one of his shirts.
When you laid down on his bed, under the covers as he held you.
You realized how lucky you are.
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tenkomura · 5 months
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Tw: mdni!!!!, kinda religious imagery I guess, PLF!tomura (calling him king and Shigaraki-sama), f!reader, makes you squirt for the first time, overstim, creampie, drabble
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Devotion.
That's what it is.
When you lay beneath your king, it is a form of worship. It is loyalty.
Tomura kisses your temple and hums against your neck. Nothing feels quite like your snug walls sucking him in. The warmth, the closeness and trust.
His hands roam your body, grope at your tits and hips. He could kill you and you'd thank him. He loves that. He loves that you're not scared. He could do nothing wrong in your big doting eyes. To you, he is a savior. Usually, you look up at him but today your eyebrows are pinched and those beautiful eyes squeezed shut.
"Tomura."
He nearly misses it, his eyes widen and his lips part. You don't see his confusion too preoccupied with feeling his cock drag against your sensitive spot.
"Tomura. Tomura!"
You never called him that before. Gosh, you must be really losing it. It was always Shigaraki-sama like there is some professionalism remaining between you and him when he sees you entirely unfiltered like this nearly every night.
"Tomura," you whine and your back arches off the mattress, your nails leaving red lines down his arms. Every drag of his thick length lands right against your g spot. Not a single thrust misses today. You can't handle it. Your mind is melting.
"Am I hitting the spot?" He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. It is so contrasting.
You nod and sob. "Too much. S'too much. Gonna squirt– m'gonna squirt if you don't stop–"
Tomura's eyes gleam. "Why would I stop?" He whispers against your ear, kissing the shell of it and making you squirm. His hips slow, but only to pound with more precision, to pound harder into your special spot. You cry out.
"No, no, please." You heave. Your breaths become desperate gasps, your hands try to find something to steady with. "It'll make such a mess– I'll make such a mess, my king. Stop."
Tomura groans. You are so unbelievably adorable. He takes your hands, locks your fingers together and pins them down. He kisses you again even softer.
"I don't care about messy," he chuckles. "I order you."
You moan and tear your eyes open, searching for crystal clear confirmation in his. He kisses your lips, then your nose.
"Make a mess for your king, pretty."
And if he orders you, you really have no say. You do what Shigaraki-sama tells you to do. Gladly and with love. It's the only salvation you know. To serve him is to be blessed, to find meaning. You atone. And you sin. You are forgiven. All at once.
You breathe shakily, lips quivering. You want to pull him closer but he has other plans and kneels back to better see where your bodies are joint.
You babble and whimper. Clench around him and Tomura's senses are sharp like never before. You are squirming, ripping at the sheets and shaking your head from one side to the other. Your body is trying to fight it while also losing all and every control.
And then, all your devotion becomes tangible as it spills from you in the form of a warm, clear liquid. It is not quite like in porn, spraying all over - though he is sure you could do that too. It flows like an abundant stream; your love and devotion visualized and Tomura bathes his throbbing cock in it.
"Shit–" he pushes back in, your gummy walls now tighter than before. "Do it again." He says and flips you over. You hold onto his neck for dear life. He thrusts up into you and it only takes a few times for the fountain to spring again.
"Fuck," Tomura moans and leans back, losing himself in the feeling of the warm liquid running down his thighs. It is so hot, so much. The smell is sickly sweet. "Holy shit." He pants. "One more, cmon."
You wince and shake your head, you can hardly breathe. "Can't Can't Can't."
"Please," he pouts and kisses you tenderly again, travels pecks down the curve of your neck and shoulders. "Please, baby. Just one more."
He thrusts up, angling you in the right position. Your mouth is opened, your head thrown back but you make no sounds. You are rendered incapable to even hold yourself upright.
Tomura pounds up into your swollen hole until you cry out desperately. You claw at him, feeble, you are so weak, so spend.
"There you go, heh," he husks. "Make a mess." And you do. For your king. "Fucking hell."
Tomura finds it mind-boggling himself. The feeling of the heated liquid running down his skin, seeing it gush from your pussy, the way you can't control your body and how he is at fault. He loves it. It is something he can easily get addicted to. 
He cums too, deep inside your abused cunt, making even more of a mess. You'd usually say thank you but today he lets it slide.
He kisses you softly, lovingly – devoted to you just the same.
"New favorite thing unlocked," he heaves, letting out a manic chuckle, placing his lips to your shoulder. His hands caress your trembling thighs. They are shaking like crazy. It's so hot.
You whimper in acknowledgement. It's all you can do. You try to close your arms around him but you have no strength left. "I love you," you whisper, closing your eyes.
Tomura smiles, satisfied. "I know."
He is your king of course.
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dracoxsworld · 10 months
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I literally loved the last Fred one so I want to request another thing with him hehe, could you please write Fred walking in on the reader masturbating to the thought of him, maybe before dating idk, anyways that’s it! Thank you if you do!! :)
Warnings: Masturbation obvi, vaginal sex, and nasty smut overall lol Minors DNI
A/N: Hi! Thank you for sending in the request, bestie! I love me some Freddy, too. <3 I hope this is good for you. :)
Caught. - Fred W. x Reader
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You were alone in your dorm room, your moans echoing against your walls. Your fingers rubbing your clit in a circular motion, only you were imagining you weren't alone.
You were imagining you were with your long-time best friend, Fred Weasley. You and Fred had been friends ever since you could remember. You were friends with his twin, George too, but you and Fred had a special connection. Though, you were almost positive that this was a one sided emotion. You were in love with Fred.
You always had been. His red hair, freckled face, his big hands, charming and witty personality. He could always make you laugh, even if you were having the worst day. He always knew what to say to make you feel better.
So there you were. You had been horny all that day, your dream of him fucking you against your mattress, fingering you followed by you orgasming all over his fingers. His dick down your throat, or in your pussy, pumping in and out of you at a fast pace. It was all running through your mind.
"Freddy.." You moaned out. It sounded like porn, your perfect moans, the sound of your wet pussy. You imagined his head between your thighs, his tongue on your clit, hitting just the right spot.
A knot formed in your stomach at just the thought. The gripping of his red hair as he went down on you, licking up your orgasm like a sweet treat.
Before the relief of an orgasm could wash over you, your door opened. You, instead felt you felt your body go cold.
There he was, Fred Weasley in the doorway. "Oh my god, Fred, fuck." You say, quickly grabbing your blanket to cover yourself.
"Holy shit." Fred murmured. He was in awe.
"I am so sorry.. I- I didn't know you were coming over- I"
"Were you moaning my name, Y/N?" Fred asked, closing the door behind him.
You gulped, your face went even redder, you couldn't even look at him.
"I thought I heard you, when I was walking up to your dorm.." Fred said, smirking. "You know.., if you were, I'd be honored." He expressed. You looked up at him, still struggling to hold eye contact.
"Really..?" you stammered.
Fred nodded, and sat next to you on your bed. "So, tell me doll. Were you moaning my name? Hm?"
You nodded, covering your face with your comforter. Fred smiled at you, with the most ornery smile. He kicked off his shoes, and crawled up onto the bed with you.
"Were you imagining me doing things to you, doll?" He inquired.
"Freddy.." You groaned. Him just saying it made you bothered. You were on the edge, then then he came in; you couldn't finish.
"Why didn't you tell me? That you felt this way?"
"I just.. I didn't know if you'd feel the same way.." You trembled.
Fred chuckled. "Baby I've been waiting for you, for years now." He admitted. You gulped. "Did I stop you from finishing, baby girl?"
You nodded, squeezing your thighs together. You whined. "Would you like me to help you?" He asked, looking down, and slowly removing the comforter from your lower half. "Freddy... Please.." You begged.
"Well how could I say no to that?" Fred cooed.
Fred fully removed your comforter, looking at your middle, that had soaked a wet spot into your sheet. "Oh doll.. you're filthy.." Fred murmured. You moaned. You gripped his red hair, earning a groan from him. "Oh baby.. You've dreamed of this, haven't you?" You nodded in response. "Please.." you urged him.
"Okay baby, I'll finish for you, just relax.."
Fred positioned himself between your legs, trembling from the non-intentional edging. His tongue barley touched your clit, going in circular motions. You sighed loudly, pulling his hair tighter between your fingers. "You taste just as sweet as I had imagined." Fred said against your heat. "I've thought about this too, you're even more beautiful than you were in my dreams."
"Freddy.. I want you.."
"You want me what?" Fred asked, lifting his head above between your legs.
"In me... please." You pleaded him, tilting his chin up towards you.
"Whatever the princess wants." Fred allowed, unbuckling his belt, pulling his trousers down. You could see his bulge through his boxers, it looked large. You reached for it, palming him through his boxers slightly. Fred groaned, his hand snaking to behind your neck and gripping your hair.
"Merlin, you're going to be fun to destroy."
He gently took your hand away, then took off his boxers. He climbed onto bed with you again, kissing your neck, his hand trailing up your thighs, eventually wandering to in-between, caressing your folds, focusing on your clit.
You could see stars, he was biting and sucking on your neck, undoubtfully leaving marks. Your nails were running down his back.
"You're so stunning." Fred groaned into your neck. You felt his fingers leave your clit, you bucked your hips upwards, hoping for his fingers to touch you again. "Ah-ah. Behave." He said sternly. He positioned himself in between you, teasing your entrance with his dick, leaking with precum.
You couldn't believe this was happening. You thought you were dreaming. "Are you sure you're ready?" Fred asked. You nodded, adding a moan for reassurance. He nodded, pushing himself into you. Both of you moaned, you reached for him, and pulled him down close to you. Fred started kissing your neck again, occasionally going down to your collar bones while thrusting in and out of you. Starting off slow, and overtime, the longer it was, the faster he went.
"You belong to me now. Only me." Fred commanded, with his heaving breathing in your ear. You nodded in agreeance, moaning his name. "That's right. I'm making you feel this way."
"Freddy. I'm close." You sighed, your nails in his back, making crescent shaped marks in his skin. "Me too, cum for me baby..Come on" Fred allowed you.
Just like that, like clockwork, you both orgasmed. Both of you trembling, Fred pulled himself out, and laid on top of you.
“So.. this is a normal thing now?” Fred finely was able to breathe out.
“Yes, please” You replied.
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macabrecake · 5 months
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Devilish Intentions
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➛ Pairing: Incubus!Leon S. Kennedy x Female! Reader
➛ Warning: Just pure smut and demon shit meaning- minors back off
➛ Note: I've been dead on here for so long and I'm really sorry about that so hopefully this little treat I had saved in my W.I.P.'s makes up for it! Everyone please stay safe and Happy Halloween! 🎃
"Mmh, Leon!~"
Another breathy whimper emits, earning you a low dangerous chuckle from the demon towering over you, before his claws dig deeper into the sweet, supple flesh of your hips and slides into you again. Hitting that sensitive spot inside you once more.
The gasp that escapes you is sudden as your hands frantically latch onto his blackened arms in a feeble attempt to keep yourself grounded, and shyly peek up at the beast.
In all his breathtaking glory.
The thin layer of sweat covering his beautifully toned body that moves with enigmatic vigor. Casting him in a light shimmer that mirrors the subtle shine of the ebony horns resting atop his head, abound with locks of sand blonde fringes that softly flutter with every little groan and huff that utters from soft pale rose lips. Hellfire red irises hold your gaze from the depths of night filled eyes. Clearly proud by what he sees.
Don't be shy.
Please keep looking at him.
He loves your eyes.
They confess so much to him. How good he's doing, how badly you need him. Your moans, your wails, and all your sweet melodies in between keep him alive. However, eye contact satiates his hunger the most. And he's starving for more.
Leon's eyes travel downward to take in the view of your breasts bouncing with every steady thrust he sends into your weeping hole. Unable to stop from pulling his bottom lip between his fangs in a smirk at how prominent his marks stain your skin. Evidence of his possessive nature. He doesn't care though, the different pink, purple, and red hues look so stunning on you. A gorgeous painting of his own design.
But the real masterpiece is what he sees when he looks down…
There.
The points where you both connect with a rhythmic slap. Where your shared arousals splatter every time his throbbing cock disappears back into your soft pink slit. Amplifying just how truly wet your cunt sounds. That's what gets him to moan with delight, what sends his demonic wings trembling with glee. You wrap so nice and tight around him. Almost too small for him in fact, given how a slight bulge appears in your lower belly every time he sinks back inside you.
Leon's eyes light up even brighter at the sight, almost deranged with excitement. Because holy fuck that's hot.
You're in shambles.
A perfect mess.
All for him.
He praises you for that, by leaning down to place his lips upon the hollow of your throat. Teeth like his close to such a vital area should scare you. Yet it only sends a blissful shiver down your spine and makes you let go of another airy moan. Leon hums at that, feeling your sound vibrate against his lips.
"Louder my little dove." He utters sweetly into your heated flesh before his lips work their way up to yours, so close to kiss you yet still so far away, and releases a hoarse whisper. He can't hold himself back any longer, and he knows your coil is close to snapping as well.
"Let Heaven and Hell know how good I make you feel."
Who are you to deny such a request? Especially when he's not exactly giving you a choice. Leon's large hands creep down from your hips to cup your ass, then lifts you a few inches off the bed. And abruptly pounds your dripping pussy harder. Driven with animalistic need as he heavily pants into your ear.
The new angle and speed hits so many spots inside you with such precision it pulls the most euphoric scream from your shuddering frame that clings to him for dear life. The demon doesn't mind one bit. That sound is what he'll commit to memory as he squishes you close to his body.
Leon never let's go, even when you cum. And you cum hard around his heavy cock, gushing all over him and onto the sheets beneath you. A growl rumbles within his chest at your walls clamping down on him so tightly. He can't stop himself from burying his face in the crook of your neck with another harsh bite while he brutally fucks you through your orgasm. Promptly earning him a squeal at your release being drawn out. "Ah!~ Oh F-uck Leon!"
You sound so cute like that.
Leon practically purrs into your skin when his own high is finally reached, making him go still and lightly shudder. Your quiet whimper tells him all he needs to know. You're completely stuffed. So full to the point his cum will ooze out of your visibly pumping cunt once he pulls out. He smirks rather proudly at that, knowing that'll be such a pretty sight to behold.
But he doesn't move yet, not wanting to disturb the way your smaller frame embraces him, like he's your favorite teddy bear. Leon can't help but smile at that and softly bump his nose against yours, "Did I break you, sweetheart?" His sultry tone rumbles out rather teasingly. Letting his smile burst into a sharp toothed grin at the sound of your tired little breathless giggle, "Maybe a little."
The warm sound of a chuckle resonates from Leon as he rewards you with a small but loving kiss, allowing his wings to furl around you while he holds you close, fending off the autumn chill that sweeps through this blissful Halloween night. With his hunger now greatly satiated, all he wants to do now is hide his treasure from the world.
Hell will not have you, and Heaven doesn't deserve you.
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madzandmore · 2 months
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tom gentle fucking reader and reader got impatient and begs tom to be more rough?
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TOM - SMUT
sorry for all of the slow updates. PLEASE SEND OTHER MEMBERS, NOT JUST TOM. IM DROWNING IN TOM REQUESTS. ALL 8 OF MY REQUETS ARE TOM.
Tom Kaulitz - Take Control
"Mmm feels so good." I said, while Tom was kissing up and down my neck. My hands got tangled in his dark hair. Earning groans when he would suck on my sweet spot making me tug on his hair a little harder.
“You ready, baby?” He pulled away from my neck, seeing the work he created. Positioning himself in between my legs and getting ready.
“Yeah.” I nodded and gave him the ‘go’ to start. With that he pushed his dick into my sopping hole. My walls stretching with the shape of his dick.
“Oh baby, you’re so tight.” He stopped when he was all the way in. He looked up at me and made sure I was okay.
“You can start Tom.” He pecked me on the lips and started to thrust. This time he was slower than usual.
But he was loving it. “Mmm baby you feel so good.” He dropped his head on my shoulder, his breaths shaky as the pleasure took over him.
“Faster Tom.” I whined not feeling as good. I wanted him to pound into me or things would be left on my hands.
“Okay baby.” He started thrusting faster, not super fast but still a pretty good rhythm.
“Shit.” I moaned bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts.
He was still going soft on me. I don’t know if he didn’t want to hurt me but I wanted to go harder and faster. It felt good, don’t get me wrong but I irked for it to be more rough.
“Holy fuck-“ His groans were choked as he was now in the world of pleasure. Feeling too good to even form actual sentences.
“Please Tom, harder.” I asked him hoping he’ll get the message.
“Are you sure baby? I-Im almost there.” He was close already, but I wasn’t.
“Fuck Tom please, or I’m taking control.” I raised my voice a little threatening him that I’ll take control if he didn’t speed up.
He pulled out lying down and huffing. “Take control then princess.” He patted his thigh, inviting me to use him.
I quickly got up and sat down on his dick. Taking all of him in just seconds. Really starting to feel the sparks in my body. “Gonna be good for me?” I stroked his cheek, his demeanor changing from being dom to sub.
“Yeah.” He breathed out taking hold of my hips.
“Oh, your so good for me.” I brought my hands to his chest using them as a stabilizer to go up and down.
Once I started he turned into a whiny mess. Throwing his head back, tightly closing his eyes, his hands having an insane grip on my hips, and the sounds coming gout of his mouth were heavenly.
“Oh- oh god, you’re so warm.” He moaned and his stomach tensed at my sponges spot hitting his tip.
“I love it when you’re under me.” My boobs bouncing in front of his face. My thighs hitting his harshly when I came back down.
“C-come here.” He brought my face to his, letting him kiss my lips to distract his noises.
“You just love it when I take control don’t you?” I taunted him, mocking his sweet noises.
He didn’t say anything but just whine. Nodding in agreement. His head starting to drift away from mine, as I grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at me.
“Answer me.”
“I-I love it.” He looked me in the eyes and whimpered out a response.
“Good job baby.” I let go of his jaw and began riding him faster. Really feeling him in my body.
His whines getting louder and more needy. “I’m gon- gonna cum.” He whimpered, his stomach flexing trying to hold it back until I said he could.
“Go on baby me too, let it out.” My own orgasm catching up with his.
“F-fuck!” He moaned and we both came. His dick twitching inside of me and my walls convulsing around him. Our breathing heavy with pleasure.
“You’re so cute when I take control.” I got off of him and laid next to him. Taking his hair into my fingers and playing with it.
“Thanks babe.” He turned to face me, still flushed from his release. “I love you.”
“I love you too my boy.”
THIS WAS SO HOTTTT. omg I never expected for it to come out that way but I loved writing it.
BYE BBYS<3
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worstkeptsecrettk · 1 month
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Ahhhh! I can't stop thinking of ler!Adam who HAS to take his mask off in ler mode in order to blow the most effective raspberries (the stubble is also a helpful bonus) so it's always off whenever he's wrecking a lee. His signature go-to ler tactic is pretending to eat the lees ribs. He can also see the lee's reactions more clearly without the mask, so he prefers it off. Dude is also the least subtle ler to ever exist in the history of forever. He's never ambushed or surprise attacked anyone. It's always the most over the top in your face tickle monster chase that he knows the lee won't be able to outrun. He just swoops down from the sky, and the lee is immediately trapped in the most effective bear hug ever. He's also known for gently "body slamming" lees before wrecking their shit.
Lees rejoice- you eating well tonight!
Oh Adam is THE tickle monster. This man was never subtle from the get go. Air guitar solo- FUCK YEAH! 🎸
Get ready for another long one, folks! Hit up that read more line!
He can be so goofy, yet also wants to come across as menacing while rubbing his chin over your stomach. Even with the mask off, his grin is intimidating yet deranged. Unmasked Adam has FANGS. No really, look it up. Dem chompers. Another thing he yearns to hear from his target, is them to admit it tickles and how much. Dude loves that shit.
"It tickles? Well no shit, dummy! That's the point!"
If that weren't torturous enough, he'll attempt some sort of interrogation. About what, you may ask? Honestly, anything that comes to mind. High chance it will be something so out there and nonsensical. Something you'd never have an answer for. Making you his forever captive.
"You don't know shit? Ha! I ain't stupid, dude. I got ways of making you spill~"
As I've mentioned before, Adam is not a super gentle ler. You'll feel the full effect of his fingers rapidly raking up and down your sides, around your tummy, then zip up all the way to your armpits. Any pleas for mercy only embolden him, especially when he's determined to find the spot that breaks you.
"Tell me... where is your weak spot, hmm? C'mon, no sense in holding it in. I can do this all day."
Say that you were foolish enough to answer such a thing, you'd be swiftly subjected to that one spot getting the works. Fingers, raspberries, nibbles- heck, if feeling cheeky enough, Adam might even lick you. On top of all of this brutal display, the teasing makes a come back.
"Big dumb fucking move telling me sweet spot! You really think I was gonna stop just because you told me? Haha! Sucks for you! Now then... let's hear you scream!"
He may or may not burst out into maniacal laughter by this point. Full on villain move there. Followed up with some teasing as he lowly whispers into your ear. The classics such as "tickle tickle" and "coochie-coo" come up, yet he tries to sound as intimidating as possible. If you tell him that makes it worse, you are only gonna get one simple response.
"Good. Now suffer."
If you are somehow still not tuckered out and are squirming too much, Adam might feel the need to restrain you in some way. Most likely will conjure up some rope with his holy powers. Because he can do that for some reason. Once you are all nicely wrapped up in a way that keeps your weak spot within reach- say your prayers.
"Hey, quit your bitching! YOU made me do this! Buckle up, chuckle-fuck. I got you for the whole day. Haha! I'm gonna make the most of it~"
He may indeed go on throughout the whole day. With the exemptions of the odd break for the pair of you. Or at least until he gets bored. Which outcome would you wish for?
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Quick details on how Adam would handle certain tickle spots: RIP if more than one of these applies to you.
Armpits: At first he'll complain that of course it is one of the spots that can get sweaty (he's one to talk), but quickly gets over it once he sees how much it wrecks you. Fingers will spider down your arms, then dig deep into those sensitive little pits. His own wing feathers will make the perfect tickle tools for this spot.
Neck: He's gonna hold his face just an inch away from it. You'll be feeling his warm (and probably smelly) breath on your skin. That dastardly stubbly chin of his will rub up and down the area, delighting in every peep you make in response. Nibbles and feathers are abound to happen too.
Ears: There will be grumbly comments how "lame" of a spot this is for him. Not a lot to work with in his opinion. However, it is worth a shot. He's noticed that simply whispering seems to do the trick. Nibbling along the lobe works too. Sadly, he'll get bored before seeking out your second worst spot.
Ribs: Of course the first man himself is biased to this spot! He loves ribs. Shit is the best! And yours are of no exception. Like anon said, he will (pretend) eat those up! Yum! Maybe pretend to play those puppies like a piano with his fingers too!
Sides: Ah, a classic spot. Perfect for scratching, poking, nipping... and so much more! Whenever he puts you in a bear hug, expect this spot to be shown no mercy. Side raspberries are gonna be a thing too. Those pesky wing feathers will make an appearance too. Such a versatile area indeed! But not as much as-
Stomach: Hope you got the guts to withstand what lays in store for you. The gloves are off for this one. Adam knows full well how hellish this spot can be (totally not from personal experience, he swears). My, my... that belly button of yours looks mighty lonely. Best give it some company by planting a nice smooch upon it. Oops, no- that is a raspberry. Nothing is off the table for this spot. Expect the works. If he's feeling oddly affectionate, he'll plant his face into your soft tum and nuzzle like crazy.
Back: Adam will most likely forget this can be a weak spot. Ever had a massage that tickled? He's probably gonna aim for something like that. Raking his fingers down your spine, watching you shiver... yeah, he could get to enjoy this spot. Worst part is, since you'll be flipped over- you won't see what is coming. Then again, he will be unable to see your face, which low-key takes the fun out of it for him.
Legs: Just be warned, he's gonna make it hard for you to stand after this. Every inch of your legs will feel like you ran a marathon. Got ticklish knees? Well you are fucked. The space behind the knees too? Double fucked. If you are okay with your thighs being touched, he'll delight in using his feathers there.
Feet: This spot is either a dream or a nightmare for most lees. Regardless of how you may feel... he's coming for those little piggies. He'll for sure tease you on how large or small they are. If they're on the larger side, you are probably gonna get sick burns such as "Damn, you buy your shoes at the clown store?". Whereas if you have smaller feet, he's gonna throw the baby talk at you. You are going to feel the full force of fingers digging into your arches. Perhaps a feather will somehow find its way in-between your toes.
I probably missed some spots, if so- I'm so sorry!
Hope this scratches the itch for tickle monster Adam for now!
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abibliophobiaa · 9 months
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hello lunieee
I would like to request some dad!Steve-
HAH
just kidding.
I would love some dad!Eddie in the summer playing with his tween kid - maybe running through the sprinkler or someone gets sprayed with the hose, maybe eating ice pops, but most important of all is Eddie being a nerdy, kinda lame adorkable dad that his kid both loves and cringes at. Bonus points if we are watching him and really feelin' a surge of attraction or affection based on his antics.
thank you love youuu 💕
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Gone Fishing: Just Go With It…
warnings: r is pregnant, minor injury & barely edited — i needed something soft, sweet and fluffy today. (2.6k words)
dad!eddie munson x afab!mom!reader.
masterlist
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It’s meant to be a joke.
A little Russian Roulette game, if you will. A precursor to the barbecue plans with your friends for the summer festivities to determine if the pitcher of sangria Robin put her heart and soul into will end up going to waste.
Once you’ve all taken your tests, Max and El have you all turn around and scramble the order. When ready, you all turn around to find the three tests face up on the countertop.
“Mine’s negative,” Robin says, dramatically wiping the back of her hand over her brow. “What a relief!”
But she’s met only with silence.
Until. “Holy shit,” Max breathes out, trying to not break out into incredulous laughter.
“That one is definitely positive,” El points out, hooking her chin over Nancy’s shoulder.
Two lines.
Two very dark lines.
So you…or Nancy.
Baby number four for her, or number three for you.
Shit.
Nancy bites her lip. Turns to you, smile a little hopeful despite the fact your nerves are buzzing to life at the prospect of another baby when you and Eddie hadn’t intended for another baby.
“Guess we have to take another,” she says, reaching for more test strips.
——
“Hey man, can you watch Quinnie?” Eddie asks, passing off the giggly two year old to her honorary uncle. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.”
And they prove to be famous last words.
Words that change a lot.
Because as he’s washing his hands, humming a song that had been playing on the radio before he’d run inside, he spots the tests.
Multiple tests.
He’s seen a few since becoming a dad to know what two lines or a smiley face means.
He also knows that you, Nancy, Robin, El and Max had all gone to the bathroom at the same time to ‘take care of something.’
So despite it being his bathroom, in his home, he’s not sure if it’s your test.
But, he does know someone is pregnant.
Someone standing outside in his backyard just a few feet away.
The sudden realization hits him then. Either he’s becoming an uncle again to four, or a father of three.
Shit.
——
“And you’re sure?” Steve asks, carding his fingers through his hair. Eddie pulls the strips out of his pocket and Steve whisper-yells, “There’s pee on those!”
“Grow up, Harrington, they’ve got the caps on. We have bigger things to worry about.” Eddie holds the tests in the space between the two of them, bent low near the grill, far away from the rest of the guests.
In the distance he can see you and Nancy watching the youngest Harringtons and Munsons in the pool while the older “kids” watch on. James’ laughter echoes as Dustin and Lucas toss him up into the air and catch him, his little rubber ducky floaties keeping him from slipping too far beneath the water’s surface.
You’re glowing, Quinn bouncing on your hip, wearing the same brightly colored summer dress you’re wearing that flutters around your thighs in the cool summer breeze. And he wonders briefly whether or not you carry a little secret beneath your heart.
“So one of us is pregnant?” Steve exhales deeply as Eddie nods, running a palm down his face. “Look—I know I said I wanted six, but I’m overrun by girls at the moment, Ed. Do you know how terrifying throwing a fourth girl into the mix is?”
Steve’s gaze travels over to Nancy and his three little girls. One reaches out to grab at her little ‘cousin’ Quinn, while the other two try to quite literally become mermaids in the pool, little legs kicking behind them, spraying Mike Wheeler in the face until he’s redder than a damn tomato.
“What do you think we should do?” Eddie asks, flipping over the burgers on the grill, waving as you look over your shoulder and give him one of your wonderful smiles he loves so much.
“Should we ask them?” Steve wonders, tossing some cheese on top, both men watching with increasing nervousness over their present (potential) situations.
“No—no, you absolutely cannot ask them if they’re pregnant.” Eddie shoves the bag of burger buns into his best friend’s chest. “Start laying the buns in that container right there. Yeah, that one. But as I was saying…asking a woman if she’s pregnant is enough to get you as number one on their to-kill list. Do you not fear death?”
Steve seems to consider this, swallowing thickly as he lays out the buns in the tin container so Eddie can begin loading burgers on top. “Nancy will murder me in my sleep.”
“Exactly.” Once the burgers are loaded up, he calls out into the open yard that dinner is ready and then claps Steve on the shoulder. “Best plan of action is to be supportive, remain calm, and act natural.”
——
“Are the guys being a little weird?” You ask, running your fingers through Quinn’s little curls, the two year old dozing against your chest.
“You two married the weirdest guys in Hawkins,” Robin says, sipping her cup of sangria. “I’d say this is within normal limits for them.”
“Steve knocked my drink out of my hand,” Nancy points out, pulling at a piece of cookie and popping it into her mouth.
“And Eddie kept demanding I eat more,” you add, laughing at the memory of your overly eager husband adding more macaroni salad to your plate as soon as you’d finished your first spoonful. “He also kept asking me if I should be holding Quinn.”
The men in question are presently standing in the yard bare chested in their swimsuits, with the sprinkler running. The kids rush through the stream all taking turns, still donning their little pool floaties, little shrieks of joy and peals of infectious laughter warming your heart.
Because you and Eddie finally saved up enough to buy this home, and are now sharing it with your friends who are more likely family now, and seeing the happiness on all their faces has made all the endless hours of work, hardships and obstacles so worth it.
So no, you can’t help the fear that wedges into your heart if you disrupt all of that.
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“J! NO!”
Quinn whines from Eddie’s lap as James leans over and snatches a marshmallow from the bag his daughter is insistent upon keeping clutched in her tiny palms.
“Quinnie, give me!”
Quinn’s newest favorite word in the dictionary other than Momma and Dadda?
No.
She uses it so often, Eddie sometimes forgets she’s picked up others throughout the past few months.
“NO!”
This time, her little fingers curl in her brother’s hair and give a harsh tug. Hard enough he winces and scrambles onto Eddie’s lap, knocking the wind from him when his knobby knee jabs him in the stomach, to try and alleviate the stress on his hair.
Catching his bearings once more, Eddie grips his daughter’s hand and unfurls her angry little knuckles, finger by finger until she reluctantly releases James.
“Quinnie, let’s be nice to your brother,” Eddie coos, bouncing her on his thigh as you start to rise from your chair, conversation with Nancy and Robin pausing to see the commotion. Wanting to show you he can, in fact, handle three kids, he shakes his head, reassuring, “I’ve got this.”
“NO!”
Steve glances over from beside him, braiding both his little girl’s hair into braids at the backs of their heads. Eddie frowns, and Steve gives him a sympathetic smile as his own littlest one trips over the leg of his chair and takes a tumble onto the patio below, scraping her knee and bursting into ear piercing wails, crying out for Mama.
——
“Chloe, do you want vanilla or chocolate ice cream for being such a good girl?” You ask, leaning your back against the kitchen counter as Nancy finishes putting a pink bandaid on her youngest daughter’s knee.
Hazel eyes that resemble her father’s peer up at you, fingers pointing to the vanilla container held up in your hands. “‘Bow sprinkle, pease!”
“She wants rainbow sprinkles,” Nancy clarifies as you get to work on her daughter’s ice cream, shoulders slouching, tears burning on your lower lash line. “Hey. Hey. What’s going on? You’ve been quiet tonight.”
Forearm pressing to your sweat-slick forehead, you sigh. “Eddie and I never talked about having another baby. We’ve been trying to save up for the house, we got the house, and now we’re really only just settling into the house. And I don’t even know how this happened, or how he’s going to react, or if he even wants another baby. We always said two and I-I—”
“Momma cry,” Quinn huffs beside Chloe, lifting at the edge of her frilly little summer dress.
You let out a weak laugh at that, sniffling noisily. “Momma is crying, yes sweetie.”
Nancy tugs you close as you join her and the girls on the counter, handing each of the greediest little ones a tiny spoon to likely smear vanilla ice cream on their faces with.
“We planned for James and planned for Quinnie.” With a groan, you grab your own spoon and shovel a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles into your mouth, needing a little sweetness to quell the nervousness bubbling in your belly.
“Well, it seems like that little one had other plans. I know it’s not ideal. But if you take away the house, if you take away all the other things stressing you out right about now, what do you feel?”
And that’s the thing. If you think about it. If you really think about it, you love your husband. Have for so many years now. You married him for all of the reasons you’d said in your vows. Wanted to take on life together, build a family, build a home.
Now here you are, still as deeply in love with him as you were that day, in the house of your dreams you never thought you’d own, with your sweet little boy who has love in his heart and joy in his laugh, and your little girl with her father’s tenacity and your features, and this unexpected little one, faceless and nameless and yet loved.
So so loved already.
“I’m happy. Just…really happy.”
“Then you’ll figure everything else out as you go.”
——
Outside, Eddie’s sitting near the bonfire with his acoustic guitar on his lap, strumming along to a silly song meant for the children. Made up, naturally. A tale of beautiful princes and princesses who wield swords and fight impressive dragons, of harrowing tales and defeating evil.
James sits on his lap, beaming bright, with chocolate smeared across his cheeks, heading into what is surely to be a lovely night of sleep induced by a food coma. Steve’s got his two older daughters, Olivia and Violet, draped over each of his thighs, their heads swaying back and forth and feet kicking as Eddie slips in and out of singing and speaking his stories.
The older kids in “The Party” have started cleaning up, weaving in and out of the house as you and Nancy make your way back outside the sliding glass door with Chloe and Quinn on your hips.
And later, as Steve and Robin show the kids how to safely play with sparklers, tips of their little fireworks exploding into colorful light, Eddie pulls you into his side and presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring he loves you against your skin.
You reply the same, turning your head enough so you can peck him once. Then again, humming into his smile. “Our first party in our new home.”
“The Munson home,” he says, kissing you once more.
And as his arms loop around your waist and James calls out “Mommy and Daddy look!” his little face illuminated in the dark, excitement blooming across his features, and your little girl dancing with Max and El off in the grass, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
In this home, with your family, and these people.
——
Quinn is already down for the night when Eddie starts getting James ready for bed. The boy in question yawns and protests very little as his father lifts him once he’s done dressing for bed and lays him down in his bed shaped like a little race car that Steve had helped put together for him on his sixth birth.
“Can we read The Hobbit?” James asks, clambering over his father’s chest as he settles down beside him on the mattress.
“Yes, but only one chapter, okay?”
James nods his agreement and Eddie begins where they left off, using all the silly fake voices that James always laughs at. Those belly laughs that shake the boy, and warm Eddie from head to toe. Those same laughs that remind him he’s not his father. That reminds him that he’s been made for this; to be your husband, James’ dad and Quinn’s dad. He’s got his support system. His uncle who is more a father to him now than anything else and the strength of his friendships. All he needs, really.
As he finishes reading, and James’ eyes grow heavier, his head curling into Eddie’s neck, James whispers, “I love you, daddy.” Eddie replies the same. Lifts his head and finds you there in the doorway.
Sees the worry lining your brow, remembers the way Nancy had warned him you’d been a little upset as her, Steve and the kids had left, and he has an inkling why. But he doesn’t know for certain.
All he knows is no matter what, as long as you have each other, it’ll all be okay.
You’ll figure out the rest as you go.
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“Hey, baby? Can you come here for a second?” Eddie calls, just as you finish brushing your teeth and pat your face dry.
Exhaling deeply, you slip out of the bathroom and find him already propped up against the mountain of pillows on your bed, bare chest on display. He’s added tattoos as time has gone by, meant to cover the tapestry of scars across his skin, the same ones that you’ve traced countless times over the years, forever thankful that he’s still here.
His hands reach out to curl around the fullest part of your hips as you lower yourself down onto his lap, a thigh bracketing each of his hips, your own hands resting against the heat of his chest.
He rubs gentle patterns there. Callus scarred fingers dance across your thighs, along the curve of your hips, over your ribcage, the smallest point of your back, the softness of your stomach. Eddie pauses there, dark eyes meeting your own, tongue dragging a slow line across his lips.
“Eddie…” you begin, but Eddie jumps in before you can say any more.
“I want you to know I saw the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. I don’t know if they’re yours, but I wouldn’t be upset if they are. We have this home, we have each other. I got that promotion to manager at the shop, we’ve been saving. We might not have planned for another one, but I think we did a pretty damn good job with the first two, and I would love this baby so much and I—”
“It was my test. Both of them. I’m pregnant.”
His fingers spread further across your stomach, before reaching up to grip at both your cheeks and pull you close for a lingering kiss that has your toes curling. Before you can say anything else, he’s rolling you over onto your back and shoving at the flimsy sleep shirt you’re wearing, pressing kiss after kiss to your midsection.
“I’ll take it that you’re happy?” you giggle, threading your fingers in the soft curls at the back of his head.
Another kiss, this time to your belly button. “So happy,” he says, a grin growing against your skin. “Hi Maisie, it’s your daddy. I already love you so, so much.”
“Maisie, huh?”
“We always liked the name, and I have a gut feeling.”
Several months later, Eddie’s right.
Maisie Munson enters the world.
Seven pounds, six ounces, and pure love.
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