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andersonfilms · 2 months

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omfg i meant rayne gosh thats embarrassing autocorrect hates me but yeah sub abby and reader sharing a double-sided dildo

crave | a. anderson

tags: eighteen+, wlw sex, penetration (r + abby!recieving), double sided dildo, mommy!kink, switch!abby but she's being a sub, desc of reader is vague so masc +fem!reader, yeah very close to ovulating so, but whimpering abby bc that needs to be a warning

a/n. real ones know i'm a sub!abby truther so this is for you just as much as it is for me. going to start working on requests y'all have sent me over the past few months. hopefully, the first of many to come. stay tuned!

DO NOT BUY TLOU, FUCK NEIL DRUCKMANN + EDUCATE YOURSELF + DAILY CLICK FOR PALESTINE + DONATE TO PALESTINE.

divider creds — @cafekitsune

for once, abby is subjected the feeling she offers you everyday. it’s not only you whose moaning pathetically, it’s fucking her. she hates to admit it, fuck, she doesn’t even like moaning the way you’re making her. so fucking loud and desperate as her pussy clings around the cock while she’s trying to fuck you.

now, she understand why you can’t fucking talk whenever she’s fucking you because she’s having trouble uttering a word.

“are you good, baby?” you reach for abby, cradling her freckled cheeks in the palm of your gentle hands. you’re trying your best to make an effort, but it’s difficult.

she’s so deep, thrusting her hips into you deliciously, biting her pretty pink lips in concentration. blue eyes morphed to gray as she gives what you can take. it’s too much for you to handle. almost.

“yeah honey, i’m good. why wouldn’t i be?” she leans down to kiss your pretty lips. abby devours you completely trying to convince you she’s fine but then she whimpers.

quite pathetically.

“mhm, knew you would like it.” you say with a smirk on your face.

abby’s eyebrows furrow in annoyance, but it holds as much weight as a feather. you lift your hips up to meet hers causing her to mouth to drop open, a whimper of your name falling from your girlfriend’s lips.

“shut up.” abby grits her teeth as the cock wedges further inside her, moans bubbling in her mouth and she isn’t sure how much longer she can control it.

you can see the faint hint of a smile. abby knows you’re right but she would never admit. too proud to be a whimpering mess but you’ll get her there. the way her abs clench is a clear indication. this is fucking effecting her, not being able to focus on you. simply overpowered by the way her cunt is getting fucked.

for you, it’s a beautiful sight to see.

“not as easy to take as it is to give it, huh?” you move your hips up again, the dildo reaching further inside her cunt. strong thighs beginning to tremble.

“fuck, ah, shit baby.” abby begins to whimper like you’ve never heard her before. never this vocal to you, ever. it’s a beautiful symphony personally crafted for you. secretly, you hope this wouldn’t be the last time.

you needed more of her her, like this.

“oh? my baby likes being fucked like this? mommy’s taking my cock like a pretty little slut. being s’good.” abby’s trying to fuck you, fuck, she really is. but it seems impossible. tonight, the power shifted in the air and she can’t hide how much she loves it.

you’re used to this feeling and she’s simply not.

the blonde pushes herself further into you, letting the dildo slide deeper, until she’s hiding her face in the crook of your neck. gentle moans being smothered against your skin.

“fuck…take it, baby. wanna see my pretty girl cum. m’kay?” abby can’t control herself as her body shakes. you’re splitting her entire being in half. you’re so perfect for her. fucking her so unimaginably good, it feels like a figment of her imagination.

so, abby gives herself. she’s never done it before, not like this, but it’s done easily and without resistance. she lets herself groan at the fingers woven in her hair tugging at the root. she rests her hand on your waist gently instead of making a pretty necklace around your throat. she’s lost in whatever this is, craving to be fed more of everything you have to offer.

reblogs are appreciated! ♡

#WE ARE SO BACK! (maybe)#hope u guys like this <3 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x masc reader

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buckysgrace · 15 days

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Hi. You’re amazing!

Do you ever write fluff? Like if you found out you were pregnant with Billy’s baby and at first he’s upset and doesn’t want anything to do with you but after you have the baby ( a little boy with blonde curls like Billy) he gets all emotional and wants to desperately be a better father than his dad was to him 😭

Hello! Thank you so much <3 I absolutely will write fluff!

CW: Mentions of abortion, mentions of child abuse, lots of Billy being scared and a lil mean.

Billy's son is also referenced as having blonde curls and his nose, but the rest is ambiguous!

He was scared.

Billy honestly didn't know what he was going to do. There had been many arguments with you about it, but you seemed fairly determined. You were going to have this baby, whether he wanted to be a part of the baby's life or not.

It wasn't necessarily that he didn't want to be involved, but he could feel a crushing fear spreading through him every time he thought about being a dad.

His relationship with his own dad was strained. Things weren’t the best between them. He never really had a positive father figure, someone that showed him how to stay calm even when he was frustrated. The last thing he wanted was to end up snapping at his own child.

He couldn’t be a dad.

“Not mine,” He said once you showed up with the ultrasound, the bloodwork and everything. Denial was all he could think about, all he could process. He couldn’t fuck up your life and this child’s life if he wasn’t involved. It was that simple, “I didn’t knock you up.”

“Uh huh,” Was your dry answer, your eyes looking less than amused, “Do you want a paternity test then, William?” Came your snarky response, because you both knew the truth. This baby was his, there was no doubt in Billy’s mind about that. And it terrified him.

“Don’t call me that.” He said as he pushed his hair off of his forehead, feeling sick as it continued to wash over him. He was going to be a dad. He was going to end up just like Neil.

“Then don’t act like you weren’t a part of this.” You said, looking just as fearful as what he felt. He sat down on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot rapidly as he thought about how good a smoke sounded right now. He’d need a lot more to make him relax.

“It’s still early, right?” He questioned at last, turning his attention back to you. He watched the way your eyebrows furrowed tightly together and then relaxed again. Your eyes softened, telling him what he already knew.

“I’m not getting an abortion,” You said at last, “I’ve made up my mind. You can make your decision, but I’m not letting you walk in and out of our lives whenever you see fit. You can be a part of this baby's life or we can end this. Whatever you prefer.” You were gentle with him, setting out the options softly like you always did. You understood him better than anyone else, made him feel safe. It made him sick to think about how he was hurting the one person he really cared about.

“Can I think about it?” He asked at last, feeling like there wasn’t anything else to do. He didn’t have an answer yet and he didn’t want to end up saying the wrong thing. He was growing angry at himself. He could only imagine what Neil would say once he found out.

“Yeah,” You replied gently, eyes softening as you nodded your head, “But I can’t wait forever. I need to know your answer soon.” Your voice slightly wavered but he looked away, not wanting to see you so upset.

“Yeah,” He responded as he nodded his head and placed his fingers tightly together, “I’ll let you know.” He said at last, staying put until you left. Everything was falling apart, breaking down around him. He couldn’t deal with it right now.

Ignoring you was harder than he’d thought it would be. He looked for you everywhere he went, even though he knew he couldn’t have you. That was his own fault regardless. He’d made up his mind. It would be easier this way.

Yet, when the invitation for your baby shower arrived in his mail he felt his walls caving in. They crashed into him, making him break down as he stared at your handwritten notes on the card. He could tell just by reading it that you were excited, not afraid. He wished he could be more like you.

In the end, he decided to go. He needed closure, as he was sure you needed to. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to stand living in the same town as you, knowing that his child would never know him. Somehow, that made him feel even worse.

He felt lonely as the months drew on. He had no one to confide in for his problems; especially Neil and Susan. He didn’t know what to say when they questioned about your disappearance and he felt even more at a loss when they asked him if you were pregnant. A shrug of his shoulders was his answer. He really didn’t know.

The walk up towards the little gymnasium felt odd, like he didn’t quite belong as he stared at the little balloons and elephant decorations that were spotted throughout the room. There were familiar faces; your friends and family. Some other people that weren’t quite as well known. He still felt awkward, like everyone knew that he was the one who had knocked you up and ran.

“Hey,” You drew out as you approached him, your palm flat against the bump in front of you, “I didn’t think you’d be here.” You said slowly, literally glowing as you stood in front of him. You had a sundress on, your cheeks were warm and forehead a little sweaty. He wondered if it was from the baby.

“I didn’t think I’d come either.” He admitted at last, hating how horrible that sounded. He just felt like he was in a rut, buried deep inside of a hole with no real way of coming out. You were like sunshine through the dirt, warming his skin as he watched you.

“What does this mean?” You asked him at last, tilting your head as your eyes softened over his features. He wished that he had a real answer for you, to tell you how he felt. He was in love with you; deeply. He just didn’t want to hurt you either. It was complicated.

“I really don’t know yet,” He mumbled, “It just felt right.” He decided on, unable to tell you just how much he missed you. He was nearly desperate enough to fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He would if you pushed him hard enough.

“Billy,” You drew out in exasperation, “I can’t have you doing this, being so wishy-washy. What do you want?” You asked him seriously, looking like you were close to cracking too. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to hold you. He needed to apologize.

“I just want to be better,” He replied slowly, “I want to be here. For you and for-,” He stalled for a moment as he looked down at your baby bump, feeling like he was at a loss once again. He wasn’t sure if you wanted him in his life or not.

“Him,” You said quickly, “We’re having a little boy.” Your eyes were glazed over in tears, your lips pulling into the tightest smile. You were clearly emotional, making him feel awful as he reached his hand forward. Your fingers met slowly, molding against one another. He felt sparks traveling up his arms, leaving him resentful of the past few months he’d wasted.

“That’s-, that’s good,” He answered after he cleared his throat. He was already scared to be a dad, but to have a son? He feared that even more. He was sure he was following directly into Neil’s shows, “Have you decided on a name?”

“I kind of like Cash,” You stated as you rubbed at your belly, “Just feels right. C’mon, you can open the presents with me.” You explained as you tugged him along, leaving him a little jittery. He thought about pulling out a cigarette, but figured it wasn’t the right place to do it.

He felt a little lost but slowly grew more and more keen on what was happening. It was still a lot to process, but it felt right being there by your side. You were clearly excited despite everything that had happened. He was grateful that you were so open, that you didn’t hold a grudge against him.

“Where are you living at?” He asked instead, curious as to whether your living situation had changed or not. You were still living at home the last time he checked. He was slightly nervous, wondering if someone else had slipped into his spot.

“Still with my parents,” You admitted as you shrugged your shoulders, “They were upset, but they’ve come around.” Your lips were pulled into a smile, looking less than worried. Apparently things had been fairly well for you.

“They probably hate me.” He said a moment later, sure that it was true. He couldn’t see how they wouldn’t. He had practically left you. You snapped your eyes up towards him.

“Hate is a strong word,” You told him quickly, “But yeah, they’re not the happiest. Especially dad.” You explained slowly as you continued to rub at your baby bump.

“Great,” He mumbled as he placed his hands in his pockets, “I’m really sorry.” He breathed out slowly, knowing his apology was more important than everything else. He meant it too. He shouldn’t have pushed you away.

“You just disappeared,” You started slowly, “I thought you were gone.” Your voice was soft, full of hurt and distress. He felt his throat tightening, burning as he thought about how much he missed you. He was a fool to ever stray away from you, to leave you on your own.

“I thought about it,” He told you honestly, knowing there was no point in lying, “I don’t want to be like my dad.” He replied at last, getting down to the root of the issue. He didn’t want to accidentally lash out at you or at your future child. He never wanted that for him. It would be better to be alone.

“You won’t,” You told him quickly, sternly as he exhaled deeply, “You’re not like your dad. I promise you.” You cupped his face softly, your hands smooth and gentle against his skin. He leaned against you, craving the feeling.

“What if I lose control?” He asked at last as he drew his eyes over your features, taking in the way you were watching him. You sighed deeply as you rubbed your fingers across his skin. You looked deep in thought as you pressed your nails gently against his stubble.

“You never did that at your swimming classes,” You reminded him, “You should come stay with me. Move in. It would be good for our baby.” You moved your hands to his neck, then to his shoulder and down to his hands. You gripped them slowly, pressing them against your growing tummy.

He stalled for the longest time, blinking slowly as he felt like the world was freezing around him. Underneath your skin he could feel your baby moving. He gulped, eyes wide as he felt the smallest smile curling against his lips. He exhaled deeply as he looked towards you again.

“I don’t know.” He replied nervously as he felt his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking that it would be easier. He’d be closer for you, for the baby. If he was really going to do this, he needed to be near you.

“You don’t have to marry me or anything,” You started, “Or be with me if that’s what you want.” You said sheepishly, looking embarrassed as you quickly looked away. He felt his heart shatter a bit again, worried that he had truly hurt you.

“You have someone else?” He asked at last, worried that you had moved on. He had done wrong, but he really did love you. You were the only one he was passionate about. He wasn’t sure how to move on if you had found someone else.

“No,” You responded with a smile, “But I just want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with us.” You nodded your head, but looked like that was hard to admit. He didn’t want you to be alone. Not anymore.

“You make me happy,” He said at last, “We’ll work this out. I promise.” He said as he brought your hand up to his lips, savoring the feeling of your skin against his mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling very regretful. He wouldn’t lose you again.

When he returned home he felt odd, but not like he had in the past few months. He didn’t drink away his feelings, or drown his anger out with music. Instead, he worked on packing. He wasn’t going to be like Neil; not at all. He was going to be there for you. He was going to be there for his son. No matter how scared he was. He couldn’t let either of you down.

“Where are you going?” Neil’s voice made him jump, surprising him as he paused with the article of clothing in his hands. He turned slowly, looking at the way Neil was leaning against the door frame. He had his hands crossed tightly over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly. His features were stoic, like he was deciding whether he should be angry or not.

“I’m moving out,” He said as he turned away, shoving the clothes back into his bag, “I uh, found a place.” Billy replied slowly as he finished zipping up his bag. He wondered how much he’d really be able to take with him. Probably not much if his dad got angry.

“You moving in with that bitch?” Neil tilted his head up as he spoke, like he was trying to make himself taller. His eyes were sharp, cold as his gaze cut into Billy. He felt sick as he gulped harshly, trying to keep his tone at bay.

“Don’t call her that.” Billy responded hotly, feeling defensive of you. You weren’t anything like that and you were letting him back into your life; just like that. You were everything and more to him and he wasn’t going to let Neil speak ill of you.

“Is the kid yours or some little bastard?” His lip curled up in disgust as he spoke, his features filling with disappointment. Billy didn’t care. He was going to be happy with you. He wouldn’t be like Neil. Not ever.

“Mine,” He said roughly, “And don’t you ever call him that.” He snatched up his bag, taking his few items with him as he moved forward. Neil scoffed as he shook his head, irritated as Billy pushed forward.

“She’s going to ruin your life,” He grumbled as he gripped Billy’s shoulder, holding him in place for a moment, “And don’t even think about crawling back. I won’t have you.” He said threateningly, like he might change Billy’s mind.

“I won’t come back.” Billy promised, stern with his answer as he walked past him. He wouldn’t let his son suffer the same way he had. They both deserved better than this.

The rest of the months passed breezily, making him come to terms a little easier as your due date approached. He had done a lot of ass kissing, pleading and groveling until he got back on your good side. He brought you flowers every day, rubbed your feet after work and gave you plenty of kisses.

You complained about how you looked as the final weeks approached, but he thought that you looked beautiful. Stunning. In his opinion, you were glowing. He loved rubbing your tummy too, feeling like he got a deeper connection that way.

Your labor was messy, a little chaotic. Billy was terrified something would go wrong, but stayed close to you regardless. By the end of it, his hand was numb and his wrist aching from how tightly he’d been gripping you.

“Look at him,” You breathed out as you held the little boy in your arms, “He’s so cute.” You sniffled, looking like you were seconds away from breaking down again.

He stared and stared, memorizing his son's features as he came to terms that he was a father. He had a little boy, someone to take care of. He looked so fragile, so tiny. It made him nervous. He was fearful that he’d accidentally hurt him by holding him wrong, or by dropping him. He wasn’t sure how his rough hands were supposed to hold something so soft.

"Billy," You breathed out quietly, making his throat grow raw as he stared down at the little boy. Soft blonde curls and the same sloped nose he had. Everything else about the little boy reminded him of you, "Are you crying?" You asked gently, making him feel even more emotional as he shook his head.

“No,” He said hoarsely, doing everything in his power to keep from breaking down, “S’just a lot.” He mumbled as he wiped at his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose as he tried to calm himself down. His hands were shaking, his heart thumping roughly inside of his chest.

“I know,” You replied softly as you sat up a bit, gesturing the bundle in your arms towards him, “C’mon. You’ll feel better.” You reassured him, but he still felt hesitant. He pressed his fingertips together before he nodded, accepting the little baby from you.

Names hadn’t quite been figured out yet, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He looked healthy, his cheeks full and fists clenched together as he stretched his arms out. Billy felt a small chuckle leave his neck, fighting over the sob that was threatening to burst free.

He suddenly couldn’t remember why he had been so nervous, or scared. As his son curled against his arms it felt natural, like he already knew what he was doing. He savored the warmth, the way the little baby cooed as he adjusted him in his arms. Everything felt right suddenly.

“I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you,” He promised as he kissed his little head, sighing deeply as he snuggled his little son towards him, “Not ever. I promise.”

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove fic #Billy Hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove x yn #Billy Hargrove x you #Billy Hargrove is a good dad #Dad!Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove request #Billy Hargrove angst #Billy Hargrove fluff

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marvelobsessed134 · 2 months

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I have a request gang bang Nikki Tommy Vince and reader during the carnival of sins tour it starts with Nikki and Tommy fucking reader in the tour bus Vince walks in on them and ask to join the fun

They rail the shit out of her

Threes a crowd

Pairings: Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, gang bang (kind of? It’s more like a foursome), degradation, double penetration, age gap (not specified but the boys are all older than reader)

“Oh fuck!” You moaned as Tommy and Nikki double penetrated you. You were in between them as they were both on either side of you, their cocks snug in your tight pussy fucking into you in a way you felt like they were going to rip you apart.

“You’re so fucking tight. Taking two cocks.” Nikki growled in your ear, his hand coming up to your neck and applying pressure to either side of it.

“You like being choked and fucked by two men at the same time? Such a slut.” Tommy chimed in, groping your breasts as he did so.

Suddenly the tour bus door opened and in walked the blonde lead singer. Your eyes widened and you blushed in embarrassment but the two men didn’t seem to care and continued to fuck you.

“Well, well, well. I see you found your slut for the night. Mind if I join in?” Vince asked. Tommy shrugged, “Sure, dude. She can give one hell of a handy.”

The singer smirked at the drummers words before stripping off his clothes, his half hard cock springing out of his pants as he took them off. He walked closer to you and you instinctively wrapped your hand around his length and began jerking him off. As you did so, he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips.

All of this was insane, being used by three rockstars at the same time. You used your other hand to rub your swollen clit. The terror twins still fucked into you together and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Cum for us baby.” Nikki coaxed and you came with a loud moan. “Holy fuck she’s squeezing us so tight I’m not gonna last long.” Tommy moaned and pulled out of you just in time before his cum came shooting onto your stomach. Nikki came not long after, this time however, he shot his load inside of you.

You fell to your knees and Vince took the opportunity to fuck your mouth, his cock sliding down your slick throat.

“She’s a good cocksucker.” The blonde commented and the two guys laughed as they put their clothes back on as if this is all normal, “she sure is. That’s why I think we need to keep her around. Our own little pet.” Nikki replied and the other two men agreed.

Vince shot his load and you swallowed it all like a good girl.

“Cmon, I’ll help you get cleaned up honey since these two are too busy cleaning themselves up.” He said gently and offered a hand to help you off the floor.

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #tommy lee #nikki sixx #fanfic #vince neil #mick mars #smut #tommy lee x reader #nikki sixx x reader #vince neil x reader #tommy lee smut #nikki sixx smut #vince neil smut #carnival of sins

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pinkkinoko · 2 years

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Billy was definitely that baby, the one that everyone would peek at in the stroller, with his blonde hair and big, blue eyes covered with thick lashes, and go “Oh my goodness! She’s so pretty!” And his mom would smile and say “Oh thank you! His name is Billy.” Neil would definitely throw a fit every time it happened, talking about how his son is not pretty. At some point, when Billy gets older, people will still come up and call him pretty, and he’ll just start crying and throwing a tantrum because “I’m not pretty!! You’re pretty!!!” Toddler Billy thinks pretty is a bad word, so he’ll walk around calling people pretty as an insult, and he doesn’t understand why everyone laughs at him because it’s very serious! People are not supposed to be pretty. Then one day, his mom sits him down and explains that pretty is not a bad word, and she’ll say that if Billy wants to be pretty, he can be pretty. Unfortunately, Billy makes the mistake of announcing, in front of Neil, “I’m pretty! Ain’t I pretty?” So Neil loses his shit and scares Billy, which sends his mom into a protective fit that only continues to escalate. Billy just sits in the corner, sobbing and saying he’s sorry, that he’s not pretty, he’ll never say it again so please leave mommy alone.

At night, when his mom tucks him in, he kisses her bruised cheek and whispers “I think you’re pretty.” as if it’s a very big secret that he isn’t supposed to know. His mom laughs and whispers back “I think you’re very pretty too, Billy. My pretty Billy.”

#billy hargrove #stranger things #I’m here to attack you sorry #sad shit only😤#pk’s library

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ijosten03 · 20 days

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No but, Neil Josten and Will Kempen are VERY similar. Allow me to demonstrate

SPOILERS FROM DARK RISE, DARK HEIR AND THE ALL FOR THE GAME TRILOGY AHEAD

Both in the run from a family member who wants to kill them (for Neil, his dad, for Will, his descendant)

Both taken care by a mother who was abusive towards them, but they believed everything their mothers did was done to protect them.

They don’t understand they’re fucking traumatized (Neil refuses therapy because he’s “fine” and Will saying that his mother “raised him the best she could” baby she wanted you dead)

In love with blond boys, who are catalogued as monsters

Protective over their blond boys, Will and Neil do not like when people give shit to their unofficial boyfriends, “James is the betrayer” “nope, he’s a protector”, “andrew is a monster” “nope, he’s just trying to take care of his family”

Their DYNAMIC with their respective partners is literally: “no one will ever choose to love me” and “I love you like it’s breathing”

Love starved, say what you want, but the way these boys CRAVE affection is worrying; which leads me to my next point.

They’re sacrificial idiots, Will is so ready for his found family to kill him when they learn what he really is, but if he can protect them in anyway he will. And well, for Neil, he wasn’t really expecting acceptance after the Foxes learned who he was, but he still went trough evermore and Baltimore to protect them.

I cannot find more similarities but if I do I will write them here

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #neil josten #aftg #dark heir #dark rise #will kempen #cs pacat

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catboygretzky · 2 months

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Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

7/?

😇 daddywymack

oh so when YOU say someone's attractive it's FINE but when *i* say it, it's NOT? misogyny

🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox

it's probably bc you said jeremy knox looked so slurpable that you'd let him waterboard u with his sweat

😇 daddywymack

i'm just being honest!!! lying is a sin!!

🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox

you're going to hell either way so like?? maybe lie a little ajdsfh

#i don't mean that baby u r sooo right and you should speak the truth

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🌸 a-softer-exy

jeremy knox/jean moreau - an unspoken prayer

#usc #university of southern california #usc trojans #jeremy knox #jean moreau #1129 #jerejean #trojans #exy #web weave #poetry

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♛ queen-of-exy

'you just want to date a player' absolutely not. i don't even want to MEET a player, they should stay on the court and in my fanfiction where they belong.

#would probably make an exception for kevin day but only bc he probably has a praise kink

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🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

neutral party here but are the trojans only playing NINE PLAYERS?

🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

update: they lost but like. they didn't look as bad as i was expecting, and uh...post game interview um hellloooo jeremy 👀 . was pretty neutral but next seaassooon ........... any usc fans wanna help

🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

oh baby i'll send you my usc primer STAT i've been waiting for this day

#gonna make you a trojans fan if it's the last thing i do

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🦁 pennst-ate-me-up

neil josten when asked about the ravens on live tv:

#psu #neil josten

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💃fox-me-up follow

wish i could be surprised that exyblr's reaction to neil being a gangster's son was more 'kinda hot ngl' than anything ya know. normal. but i've been here long enough to know better

#i mean it IS kinda hot ngl #but that's not the point #neil tag

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✍️ exy-fic-rec

i'll crawl home to her by exystarlightning

Fandom: Exy RPF

Pairing: Kevin Day/Neil Josten

Rating: E

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Neil, Omega!Kevin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Soulmates, Miscommunication, Purring

Word count: 84k

Summary: Kevin wasn't looking for an alpha; unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

#kevin day #neil josten #kevneil #kdnj #njkd #0210 #psu #palmetto #psu foxes #omegaverse #soulmates #explicit #exy rpf #fic rec

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#all for the game #the sunshine court #aftg #neil josten #kevin day #jeremy knox #jean moreau #jerejean #kevneil #exyblr #this is for me and the 2 homies that think they're funny #tsc #unreality #can't !!!!! insist enough that this is LITERALLY what sports tumblr is like #and if i post this at 1230 on a wednesday who even cares anymore

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mommieswithmuscles · 5 months

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Sub!Abby x Dom!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No minors and No men

Idea from: @tojisboy my bae <3

CW: Intersex!Abby, breeding kink, blow job for foreplay, trying for a baby, pregnancy at the end, Abby likes being used and is actively consenting to all the sex and creampies (consent will be written, but I don't want anything misconstrued as noncon/dubcon), mama kink, yes Abby has a vag but this is about her beautiful ladydick

Title: Baby Mama

"That thing we talked about," you start, sauntering towards Abby on the bed. "Are you sure you're ready for that responsibility?"

"If I wasn't I wouldn't have entertained it. A baby with you would bring my life full circle. Fuck, we could have more kids in the future if you wanted them." Abby's large hands guide you on top of her. "Should we start tonight mama?" Her voice is husky.

"I don't know. Do you deserve it?" You tilt her head up, tugging her into a searing kiss. "Hm?"

"I deserve everything you give me, and nothing more." Abby whines when you settle on her bulge, princess wand stirring in her light wash jeans.

"Such a good girl." You palm her over the denim, fingertips brushing over and ignoring the wet patch forming between her thighs, favoring the wet patch forming at the front. Her hips buck down on the bed to avoid you berating her for trying to take more without permission.

"Good girl for my mama," Abby breathes out, head falling back on the pillows before she hikes up her shirt and unbuttons the jeans. You see those as your signal for consent and let her guide your hands to her clothes before helping her take them off.

You admire her body. Lightly puffy stomach because she's been cutting gym hours in favor of helping you choose decorations for a nursery, online cart full of baby stuff. The clit itself is large and heavy in your hand, eight inches and your hand hardly wraps around it. It pulses as you gently roll the foreskin back and collect the fresh dew from the slit.

You take in the clean scent mixed with the musk from the natural dew, and pick the tiny piece of toilet paper residue from the underside. It always makes your heart flutter knowing she wipes after peeing. The way Abby takes care of her body because she wants to, and in doing so alleviates a lot of the risk of a UTI makes you melt.

"Something wrong?" Abby asks from under you.

"No baby, you're perfect is all." The blush on her face makes you coo and kiss the freckled skin tainted rose. You run one finger down the underside vein to watch it bob and shake with her shuddered breath and tensed stomach. "And oh so sensitive for me."

"All for you mama," she agrees. You cup the round and firm sack in your hand, massaging her essence into them where they settled against one of her openings.

There isn't much hair to worry about tangling. She keeps the blonde hairs trimmed and clean. Enough you can find sensory satisfaction in the pleasantly wire fuzz, but still short enough you're not worried about it bunching up or getting stuck between your teeth when you go down on her.

"You have a pretty princess wand, my darling." You kitten lick the tip, giving a light suck when some of her wetness sticks to your lips. Abby's hands card into your hair as she hums, hips locked to the bed so she doesn't get into trouble with you. "Such a good girl for me." You nuzzle her happy trail, pressing a kiss to her pelvis before taking her head back into your mouth.

You bob and slurp her down, Abby's hands clenching and pleasurably tugging on your hair as her cock slowly feeds further down your throat. You happily swallow around her as her tangy fluid pools more and more into your mouth.

You pull off with a *pop*, lips shiny as you climb up her body for a kiss. Abby uses this to flip you on your back, her spongy tip bumping into your clit. You guide her in.

Abby grunts and hums as she slowly bottoms out, her breathing coming out in shallow puffs as her clit throbs vigorously inside you. You moan into her shoulder at the sensation.

Your nails rake down her back as her thrusting begins. Abby's hips meet yours with a resounding *thwop thwop thwop*, your own wetness cascading down your ass crack and making a slick and sticky pool in the sheets.

"That's it mama, right there!" Your legs wrap around her hips, heels bouncing off her booty cheeks with her rhythm.

Sweat drips down Abby's brow and onto your lips, your tongue darting to taste the bittersweet fluid as she starts to grunt deeper in her belly into your chest.

"Good girl Abby, such a good girl! My good girl," you whimper out, walls clenching and fluttering around her pulsing and throbbing clit. "Gunna- Gunna fill me up! Gunna fill my pussy!"

"Mh-hm!" Abby takes a shuttered breath, voice cracking as she tries to answer you.

"My own personal breeder. Fill this pussy Abby, fill me up. Make me cum!" Abby can't hold it and bottoms into you fully as rope after rope of hot slick fills your walls and brings you to cum. Your own wetness slides down her sack and onto the bed where her hips are now pressed to rest.

You scratch Abby's scalp as her princess wand starts to soften inside you, heavy meat keeping you full as she takes deep breaths into your skin to calm her racing heart.

After almost two months of nearly everyday milking, you think it's time to take a pregnancy test. You've been having a multitude of flu like symptoms as well as an irregular period, and it only meant one of two things. Pregnancy, or illness.

You watch your phone as the pink stick takes its time calculating your pregnancy status. After the required five minutes you call Abby into the bathroom with you. She holds you from behind as you peer down at the stick.

"What does it say?" Her hands protectively hold your tummy.

"We're having a baby!" You jump in Abby's arms as she moves to pick you up, twirling you around and laughing with you before your lips lock to her's.

#no men allowed #no minors allowed #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby smut #abby x reader #abby the last of us 2 #abby x y/n #abby x reader smut #reader x abby #y/n x abby

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medusapelagia · 6 months

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A - Aftercare

A is for Apple (@applewillowstone) Thank you for being so kind to me 💜 The Cove is still a little bit too big for me but you were super nice and super welcoming!

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy WT: mention of spanking, fingering and anal sex Words: 922

Steve gets up from the bed, ready to take a towel and clean himself and Billy, but when he comes back to his room the blond boy is frantically searching for his underwear.

“Billy? What are you doing?” Steve asks confused.

“What does it look like? I'm looking for my underwear! I can't go home naked and we are done, right?”

Steve feels a punch in his stomach “Done? What… what do you mean?”

“Listen, Harrington, we had fun, ok? We scratched an itch and now that we are done I��m going home. Nothing personal.”

Steve steps in front of Billy “We are not done yet.” He replies calmly.

“Well, in that case, I am done, ok? You already fucked me out of my mind, ok? I’m too tired to keep going. Next week, maybe?” the blond boy proposes while he starts to dress himself.

Steve gently brushes some blond lock, behind Billy’s ear “I know you are tired, that’s why I said that we are not done.” He simply states while Billy stares at him puzzled.

“Can you lie on the bed for me? It will only take a moment.”

Billy's anger comes back in full force “No fucking way, I’m not going to let you do what the fuck you want.”

“I don’t want to do anything, I swear, I just want to take care of you, will you let me?”

“I’m fine, I don’t need it.” Billy complains, avoiding Steve's stare.

“I know you don’t.” Steve assures him “But I do. I need to take care of you or I’ll be worried all night long. Will you please let me take care of you?”

Billy stares at Steve puzzled: what the hell is he trying to say?

“Listen, I don’t know which kind of crazy shit is going on in your mind but I swear to god that if you try something I’ll beat you black and blue.”

Steve smirks “I don’t doubt that. Now go sit on the bed like a good boy.”

Billy blushes but doesn’t move.

“Pretty please?”

“Fine, but you know that I don’t do sleepovers.” I have to get home before Neil finds out that I left from the window goes unsaid and Steve nods, pushing him gently toward the bed until the back of Billy’s legs hits the mattress and he falls with a suffocated “Oh.”

Steve gets the towel and goes back to the bathroom.

“What?”

“It's cold. I will not clean you with a cold towel. This should be treat, not a punishment.”

“Said the boy who slapped my ass until it glowed.” Billy replies sarcastically.

“That was a spanking. You know you deserved it and I know you enjoyed it.”

“I did not!” Billy tries to deny it.

“You did not, uh?” Steve asks, getting back to the room and cleaning Billy with the warm towel “So please, explain to me: why were you so fucking hard against my leg? Do you think I didn’t notice how you trembled at every hit?”

“I’m not sick as you are.” Billy retorts, trying to hurt Steve, but he smiles at him.

“I’m not sick baby, and neither are you. You spend all your day getting into fights and showing everyone how strong you are, but you like to be told what to do in bed and you like to be punished when you act like a brat and I like to give you orders and make sure that you follow them or face the consequences. Does it sound sick?”

“Yes!”

“That’s not what you were saying while I was spanking you. If I’m not wrong you were telling me that you wanted it harder.”

Billy did indeed, trying to get Steve to the point where he would have really hurt him, but Steve never hurt him, he stopped and started fingering him before fucking him into his mattress.

“That shit is sick.”

“So what is worse? The fact that you like to be spanked or the fact that I want to take care of you after we fuck?”

“Aftercare is stupid. I don’t need it.” Billy repeats while Steve is holding him tight against his chest.

“I know you don’t, baby. It’s for me, did you forget?”

Oh. Yeah. It’s for Steve.

“In this case, I think I can allow you.”

“Thank you, baby.” The chestnut boy replies, kissing Billy’s temple “Now sleep a little, I already put the alarm.”

They don’t sleep at all, but when Steve’s alarm rings the knots in Billy’s stomach are gone. He dresses under Steve’s kind smile, then he turns toward the door, giving his shoulders to Steve.

“I… I guess I needed it.” He admits in a whisper.

“What?”

“The… the aftercare.”

Steve gets up, hugging him from behind “It’s for both of us. I know that it helps you land back on Earth more easily but it’s for me too. Seeing you being comfortable with me after I spank you or hurt you somehow helps me remind myself that it was consensual.”

“It was. It is. I’m sorry if I was difficult.”

“I like difficulties.” Steve replies, kissing the back of Billy's neck “See you next week?”

Billy nods and leaves Steve's house without turning back.

When he finally lies in his bed, his ass still tingling even after the salve Steve applied, he thinks that maybe Neil is right, maybe everything in Billy is wrong, but at least there is another person that matches him like the long-time missing piece of a puzzle.

#ficlet #stranger things fanfic #steve x billy #harringrove #Christmas presents 2023 #medusapelagia #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Harringrove #Billy x Steve #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Harringrove fic #medusapelagia fanfic #my fanfic

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sadhours · 1 year

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This will probably be an odd ask/idea

But I've had a thought. Imagine billy x fem reader who has a seriously religious mother and billy accidentally gets reader pregnant. They aren't in a relationship or anything, just a one night stand.

So readers mom finds out and she drags reader all the way to Billy's house and demands to talk to Neil. At this point billy doesn't know, you just found out you were pregnant. And he's watching your mom scream and yell and demand billy marries you because she doesn't want her daughter to be a wh*re.

Anyways imagine if billy didn't care, not one bit. He thinks you're really pretty anyways and figures he would've likely never settled down (he probably has serious anxiety that nobody will like who he truly is, feels like they would've abandoned him like his mom)

And he's forced to get an apartment with you, so now you're both married with a baby on the way and your own apartment (thankfully your family has money to spare and your dad isn't as serious as your mom is, he's probably sending you a little extra each month) Billy's sleeping on the couch every night, you two haven't taken your so called marriage seriously.

And its still like that when the baby is born (its a girl!) And you've decided to name her Jude because reader had the Beatles song stuck in her head her entire pregnancy.

And you're laying there in the hospital bed alone, your baby is in the nursery with all the other newborns, and you feel billy slide in behind you. He's cuddling you from behind (imagine the ending scene of Juno when she had her baby) and you both fall asleep feeling perfectly content with your life. Even though you never intended to get pregnant or marry billy, you can't help but feel complete

(Sorry this is long)

So angsty but sweet! I hope this tickles your fancy!!

The collage of crosses on the wall remind you of what a charlatan you are. Your vision blurs the longer you look at them, listening to your mother screaming about how you’re going to hell for having premarital sex and with the Hargrove boy no less.

It was a simple checkup, you hadn’t been feeling well and it was supposed to be an easy checkup but your mom insists they test you every time you go to the doctor. She’s been doing it since you got your period. You didn’t expect it to come back positive but then again, when you’d hooked up with Billy, he was so pretty and charming you couldn’t bring yourself to insist he use protection.

He never called and you stopped showing up at the pool. A night to be forgotten about. Unfortunately, God apparently decided to punish you. Your mother tells you as much on the drive over to Billy’s house. When she bangs on the door, you’re standing meekly behind her, unable to meet the blonde’s eyes as he opens up.

“You,” your mother seethes when she sees him. “I need to talk to your father. Now.”

He obeys and your mother drags you inside without an invite, already screaming. Billy stands with his arms crossed with his dad, the both of them equally looking confused as your mom babbles on about angry she is. Then she motions to Billy, “He’s knocked up my daughter! He’s ruined her for any good man.”

Billy’s face drops, finding out the news like this probably not the best way. You tear your eyes away from his, staring down at a stain in the carpet, wondering what caused it.

Neil’s now screaming at Billy and two domineering voices echoing throughout the house is unfortunately a sound you’re used to. And it seems as if Billy is too, but when he’s forced to apologize to your mother you find it odd, eyes darting back up to him.

“They have to get married. She’s not going to be an unwed mother. She’s not going to be a whore,” your mom insists and you’re genuinely shocked when Billy doesn’t protest.

Sharing an apartment with your “husband” is awkward at best. He doesn’t sleep in the bed. You wonder if maybe this was just an easy escape from his apparent shitty home life. It was for you. There’s no yelling anymore. It just feels empty. The bed is empty. Just you, and you know your husband should be in here with you. It hurts that he’s not. You don’t know Billy but you do like him. You like looking at him, you like the polite conversations you have when you have dinner or watch TV together, and you want so desperately for him to come crawl into bed with you and suddenly confess he’s madly in love with you and he’s so happy to be the father of your baby and your husband. But he won’t and he doesn’t.

The ring on your finger doesn’t make you feel married but you are. You have been for almost nine months now. You’re so pregnant you look like you might pop.

As you attempt to sleep, like clockwork, Hey Jude gets stuck in your head. It does almost every night. It is a song that brings you joy so perhaps that’s why. A little lullaby to lull you to sleep. You sing it out to yourself, quietly. Over and over until sleep comes.

Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better

Labor is a long twelve hours and Billy isn’t in the room. Your mother complains profusely about it but you’re not surprised. You didn’t even call him at work when your water broke, but when your mother found out he didn’t know, she called him.

Still, he doesn’t come.

The nurse hands a clean newborn girl to you and your heart melts at the sight of her. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes and a button nose like daddy. Some of you is in there too, not as clearly but it’s there. She looks up at you with big eyes and a wrinkly face and you kiss her forehead.

“Hey, Jude,” you sing to her, naming her after the song that cradled you to sleep every night.

She’s so beautiful and pure.

It’s not until everyone’s left and they’ve tucked Jude away in the newborns room that Billy opens the door. You sigh, turning over and closing your eyes.

Then warmth. He’s getting in the hospital bed with you, chest pressed tightly against your back and an arm wrapping around your waist. It’s the closest you two have been in these long nine months and you don’t realize just how deeply you wanted it.

When he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, you feel hot tears staining your cheeks and everything feels wonderful all of sudden. It feels whole. Complete.

You fall asleep cuddled up like that. Billy clinging onto you and you know he’ll feel the same way when he sees Jude.

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine

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detectivebambam · 28 days

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hey what if all the foxes got turned into little babies

neil, ali, matt, dan, renee, andrew, aaron, kevi, nicky

the noises got to be too much for little Dan and Kevi 😞🤞

Matt 🤝 Jeremy

bleach blond bros

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #renee walker #alison reynolds #dan wilds #matt boyd #the foxhole court #nora sakavic

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buckysgrace · 26 days

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Billy Hargrove Headcanons <3

Requested <3 I hope you enjoy my ramblings!!

Was such a cute baby with lil blonde curls, rosy cheeks and a soft nose that strangers always thought he was a little girl lol

Used to love when his mama would play with his hair. He hated naps as a child, but always passed out once she'd trace her fingertips across his soft cheeks and squishy nose

His mom loved holidays. Especially Halloween and Christmas. He spent many Halloweens dressed as a lion lol

She also took him to get ice cream on his birthdays <3 His favorite was chocolate.

Was really close to his grandma up until she passed away. Used to spend long afternoons and even stay for weekends when he was little, and Neil was working.

Loooooves sports. Has played a vast majority of them (baseball is his favorite). He played a different one each season while in school to get him away from the house

Worked all throughout high school. Had a ton of odd jobs

Also loved summer camp.

Enjoys deep sea fishing. Neil did a lot of trips with him as a sort of “apology” (he caught a bluefin tuna when he was 13 hehe)

He’s very very dry, has a sarcastic sense of humor <3

When he’s high he gets very relaxed and chill, very laid back. Will occasionally get giggly

Very good with his hands. He likes to tinker with things. Worked on his car a lot, likes to build things too (had a very impressive bird house that he built in woodshop)

He loves vegetables. Specifically tomatoes and bell peppers. Bites right into them, a nice lil snack

He's up at 3 in the morning?? He is devouring a jar of pepperoncini. maybe some shredded cheese

Not crazy about sweets, but if he has to pick something it would be some sort of fruit pie?? will also pound away at a pineapple upside down cake

makes a meaaaaan spicy Italian sandwich

Also crazy about protein. He's gotta bulk up ya know. Hates eggs though. They smell terrible and the texture is awful

Really good at math, loves working with numbers. He will chew on his pencil/pen while he's working out a problem (and if he accidentally eats the eraser?? that's his own business smh)

Got a lot of college offers because of his grades and talents in sports but didn't take any of them up. College just never seemed like his thing

Will hike his swimming trunks up to get a nice even tan on his upper thighs. The cutest little tan lines imaginable.

Reads while he sits on the toilet. Also smokes (and will purposely linger in the bathroom if Max knocks on the door smh)

Horror and mystery are his favorite genres. His all time favorite book is The Haunted Dancers.

Surprisingly good with kids. They just love him, sweet Mr. Billy hehe. Babies love at him. They will stare at him and enjoy snuggling into his arms :) And chewing on his arms lmao (or tugging on his hair smh)

Haaates the winter months. He does not like the cold at all and hates bundling up in thick layers even more (he's a man damn it he doesn't need any gloves smh)

Icy roads absolutely terrified him in Hawkins. He was not used to driving on them at all. An incredible snow ball former tho (he will hit you in the face with them rip)

The first time he heard the tornado siren go off he was alone with Max and had no idea what to do (she was outside trying to see it smh)

A little rain is okay but he prefers the sunny sunshine and heat to anything else <3

#billy hargrove #Billy Hargrove Headcannons #Billy Hargrove hc #billy hargrove fanfic #dacre montgomery #stranger things #Billy Hargrove blurb

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marvelobsessed134 · 6 months

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Plaything

Pairings: Vince Neil x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, use of a gag, vibrator, degradation, dom!vince, sub!reader and I think that’s it.

Summary: Vince wants to play with his girl

Vince has always liked to completely dominate you and humiliate you. So it’s no surprise when you came home to him setting various toys on the bed.

“Oh,” he said casually, “you’re finally home.” The glint in his eyes was dangerous, almost predatory as he stalked towards you.

You gulped, “Vinnie, I’m pretty tired I don’t know-“ he gripped your chin, “You’re gonna let me play with you like the good little slut you are.” You nodded timidly, scared what would happen if you disobeyed.

Your pussy was soaking wet by the time he put the gag in your mouth, securing it tightly. Your hands were bound behind your back, a vibrator sitting in your core. Part of it stuck out and touched your clit.

You sat on your knees, looking up a the singer. He smirked before pressing a button on the remote. Immediately you jolted at the vibrations both hitting your g spot and clit.

Vince loved to laugh at you, play with you like this. He got such a kick out of it. The blonde set the setting higher, making you feel overwhelmed. You squirmed as you felt your orgasm approach you. Your moans and cries were muffled.

Vince was sitting on the chair in the room, facing you, manspreading with the remote casually in his hand. “Go on, baby.” He said, “Go ahead and cum.”

You felt that familiar overwhelming sensation as you came. You tried to catch your breath, laying down on the floor. The vibrations got lower, then got higher once again. Already feeling overstimulated, you sobbed. Rolling around the floor, kicking your legs. Vince was cracking up.

“Look at you, dumb little thing.” He laughed.

You looked at him with glossy eyes, begging for him to stop. But all he did was set it higher.

You banged your head lightly on the carpeted floor. “Poor baby.” Your boyfriend cooed. Finally, he turned it off and walked over to you. He took the gag and vibrator out of you and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips that were drenched with drool. He caressed your chin, “Thank you for letting me play with you baby.”

He then helped you get cleaned up and ready for bed.

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #vince neil #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #fanfic #smut #motley crue smut #vince neil x reader #vince neil smut #rockstar smut

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manwrre · 7 months

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i have been dreaming of a top gun:maverick!inspired harringrove fic for the past few days. esp since their usual dynamic is a cocky, self assured blonde and a wildly stupid + talented brunette so puhlease. if that doesn’t scream harringrove, i dunno what will.

imagine billy, whose dad got kicked outta the military on a bad conduct charge but never tells a soul—too ashamed and too proud and too angry to bear the weight of his actions. so instead, when he gets home to his wife and kid, he makes their lives a living hell and runs their home like a base.

0600 - wake up “because i won’t have any slobs living under my roof,”

0605 - leave behind a bed of perfectly creased corners or “sleep on the floor, since you want to live like an animal,”

0615 - start the chores or “starve. there’s no such thing as eating for free,”

“don’t talk back,”

“don’t ask questions,”

“you’re not a baby, billy— stop crying over toys.”

“are you some kind of fucking fairy? sit up straight.”

“you better not embarrass me, boy.”

and it only gets worse when billy’s mom finally ups and leaves. no amount of “yes, sir”s can save him from his father’s wrath and soon enough, rewards and punishments become all too similar; the line between them, blurry at best. neil’s love feels exactly the same as his hate and both leave heavy stamps of purple and blackish-blue near billy’s heart.

so by the time that billy’s eighteen and old enough to leave, he’s more decorated than most. has given up more than most. has endured a battle longer than that of most neighboring countries.

and he doesn’t really have a choice (if he wants to leave neil’s house) but to join the air force and so, that’s what he does. and billy’s done a lot to survive but flying? the thought of it makes him feel alive. and the notion is only cemented after he watches a p-51 mustang take off for the first time and his heart feels it’s been through 10gs of force.

so he becomes the goddamn best in his batch. he gets his degree in mechanical engineering. he gets to flight school and he’s glittering. he’s whip smart and confident and has the instincts to back it up. he’s tall and sun-kissed, blue-eyed and blonde-haired. and that alone has everyone on the squad calling him “johnny— like bravo, not the jackass.” paired with his sweet, little texan drawl, he’s charismatic and a total wildcard. he bitches and preens and leads but billy,

billy gets the job done. every single time.

doesn’t care who it pisses of. doesn’t care about kissing ass. and yet still, when there’s a particularly tough mission, the admiral knows that johnny boy is up for it.

regardless, he racks up a long list of avid followers and enemies.

so when he gets to hard deck a day before top gun training is meant to start, he’s not surprised to meet the latter of whom in the form of steve “beemer” harrington.

steve, who looks the same as he did in flight school all those years ago— golden and freckled just about everywhere. he fills out his shirt just right and if billy were closer, the coupla inches steve has on him would be more obvious.

“beemer, as i live and breathe.”

billy’s pleased to see steve’s eyes widen at the sight of him. smirks when he realizes he’s on the receiving end of the brunette’s sweeping gaze.

“johnny,” steve says, around the rim of his beer bottle. “you look…good.”

and oh, does that light him up.

billy’s careful though, to not let his face betray a single thing. instead, he grins a little wider. a little deeper; a little meaner.

“well, i am good, beemer.” he shrugs and plucks the pool cue out of carver’s grip.

he ignores the blonde’s huffing beside him and instead, leans forward to line the tip of it up behind the ball.

he knows the motion accentuates the long lines of his body. he knows that gravity favors him and the undone buttons on his shirt; gives a generous view of his naked chest.

“i’m very good.”

steve’s eyes flit between his and then, somewhere lower.

and billy snorts, lining up his aim; coiled tightly and precise. holds it for all of a second before the string snaps and he’s breaking the rack with a resounding, wooden clackclackclack.

“in fact, i’m too good to be true.”

and thereby starts their enemies to lovers trope! i’m talking heated looks in the locker room, post training tension, make out sessions in the otherwise empty gym. hanging out at each other’s on base accommodations and billy calling steve ‘bee.’ imagine them exchanging dog tags?? and steve getting all possessive when billy’s got his flight suit unzipped halfway and tied around his little waist. they’d be instructors together and show off in the air, driving everyone crazy. the perfect leader and wingman.

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