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buckyalpine · 2 months

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18+ smutty drabble with some angst and all the fluff and possessive, fwb to lovers college Bucky, I wanted to try something, images are mine, Canva pulled through with the layout. Maybe I'll write something again with this picture, (mob Bucky? DBF Bucky?) but here's an idea:

"You up?"

You smirked at the text message that popped up, already swinging your legs out of bed because you knew exactly what was to follow-

"Come over"

You didn't bother changing out of the hoodie you were already lounging in, pulling on some shorts and throwing on Bucky's leather jacket before heading out. You pulled the jacket tighter around your body as you walked 2 blocks to his place, fiddling with the spare key he'd given you just because.

"Hey Steve, hey Sam" You gave Bucky's roommates/ bestfriends a wave as you let yourself in, padding past the living room, headed right to his room.

"Hey peanut" The blonde smiled before throwing a knowing smirk to Sam as soon as they heard the door click shut.

"$20 they keep this up for another month"

"Deal"

"Hey Buck-

"How come you didn't tell me you'd already left," Bucky set his laptop off to the side, his tight black tshirt riding up giving you a pretty view of his happy trail as he leaned over, closing the screen shut.

"You knew I was going to come-" You started with an eyeroll but Bucky wasn't having it, shaking his head while you looked at the knickknacks sitting on his desk.

"And I've told you to at least let me know when you leave, especially at night"

"When did you care so much" You snorted, gasping when he came up from behind you, turning you around and grasping your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks, making you meet his eyes.

"You don't walk out alone at night. I would have called you an uber"

"It's two blocks-

"I don't care. So who were you all dressed up for earlier today" Bucky cocked at eyebrow, releasing the soft grip he had on your jaw, moving them to rest around your waist instead.

"I wasn't dressed up, it was a regular outfit"

"Please, that tiny black skirt with those stockings" His grip tightened, digging around your hips, "Saw you come by the field when we had practice, were you trying to show me something doll" He smirked, noting you were currently still in his leather jacket.

"I thought it looked cute, don't flatter yourself Barnes-

"That's Steve's sweater" Bucky cut you off narrowing his eyes, tugging the hem of the hoodie. You hadn't even noticed, giggling when you realized you had indeed somehow accidently ended up with Steve's sweater.

"I just wear whatever's comfy, must've gotten mixed up in your laundry last time I was here" You shrugged, tossing off his jacket onto the chair by the desk. "If it helps, it was your hoodie I intended to steal"

"You're not wearing his sweater" It was a statement, something other than lust clouding his thoughts, itching to rip the sweater off your body and keep you wrapped up in nothing else but him.

"Seriously? Why does it matter, I thought this was just casual anyway-

"Mine" Bucky growled, pulling the hoodie off your body and making a point of tossing it out of the room before locking it shut again. "You're mine"

"Bucky-

"Always teasing me with those fuckin' skirts" Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder and tossing you over the bed before crawling on top of you and pinning you under him. You hadn't been wearing anything under the hoodie, gasping when Bucky tugged at your nipples, smirking as they pebbled at his touch. "Do you not see how other guys look at you when you wear that baby"

"Bucky please" You sounded needier than usual, caught off guard by his surge of possessiveness, different from his usual protective nature over you. He attacked your neck with kisses, sucking bruises onto them between soft bites, letting his tongue swipe over the area after.

"Tell me, lookit you laying in my bed as soon as I call, soo needy all just for me, huh?" His hands came to lace with yours, pressing his erection between your legs, grinding against your clothed core.

"Jamie, do something" You pouted, squeaking when he came down to nip your lips, getting off you just to throw your shorts and panties off, wasting no time ridding himself of his clothes. He slotted himself back between your legs, letting his thick length rest between your soaked cunt.

"Patience pretty bunny, you have no idea what you do to me, do you. Not sharing you with anyone, you're mine"

"I'm yours?" You whined feeling his cockhead swipe through your folds, gathering your slick, a flash of vulnerability passing between you as his eyes bore into yours.

"Always, babydoll" Bucky whispered with his lips brushing against your as he started to push in, the both of you gasping at the feeling of the initial stretch. It didn't matter how many times he'd already had you like this, the feeling was forever unmatched. He didn't bother with giving you a moment to adjust, setting a brutal pace as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. He made of a point of making you scream as loud as possible, well aware his best friends were still home, working his hips faster at the thought of you in Steve's sweater.

"You're. All. Mine" Bucky slammed his cock into you with each word, hoping to write his name in cum all over the inside of your tight cunt. "Say it, tell me you're mine, c'mon baby"

"M'y-yours" You stuttered out, "I'm yours Bucky!!"

"That's right, gonna make you scream that all night"

And he kept his word. Bucky kept you impaled on his cock until he couldn't hold it any longer, spilling ropes of his load into you, one after the other. He would watch it drip out before getting hard again from the sight along, pushing his dick back into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

You panted, withering under him as he pulled one more orgasm out of you before letting his bodyweight drop, his now disheveled locks and flushed cheeks resting against your bare chest.

"I meant it you know" He murmured, pressing a kiss between your breasts before looking up at you, "It's more than just physical for me"

"Are you sure?" You giggled as he leaned up to nudge his nose against yours with a shy smile he reserved just for you..

"Very sure. I love you" Bucky mumbled against you hair, pulling the sheets up to cover you both, his arms wrapped tightly around you body to his chest.

"I love you too"

"I also meant it when I said you can't wear his sweaters"

"Bucky-

"Mine"

"I want my $20"

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sanjisblackasswife · 11 months

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……we’re gonna need a fic about y/n leaving dickies on the monster trio….. and law…. Pretty please….😀🥹😙😙😙

𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪

If yall dont know what a dickey is its a hickey on a dick.

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law

Blk Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Dick sucking.

Sanji

It turns him on in the worst way.

The first time you sucked his dick you overstimulated him to the point he was blabbering between “Please stop” and keep going.

The day after that he woke up to do his usual routine of getting ready when looking down to pee he noticed a small bruise under his tip.

“I—…Y/nnnnn!”

Like a child running to their parent’s room to tell them they three up he stood by your sleeping body and tapped your shoulder in a small panic.

“Y/n…baby…baby lookit.”

You were still half sleep, so turning around to see a naked Sanji with his semi- hard cock dangling 5 inches from your face made you peer up at him.

“Sanji, I told you if you wanna use me while i’m sleep use me.” You tried turning over, voice still sleepy, he wanted to laugh a little at youur drowsy voice but shook you some more.

“N-no Y/N. It’s this. This bruise you left. I think you left a hickey on me.”

That woke you up.

Sanji was shocked, and excited all at once he nearly forgot he had to get dressed to start cooking. He couldn’t stop praising you for leaving your mark on him.

“Y/N can…can you do this again”

“What?”

“IT’S GANNA WEAR OFF SOON I WANNA KEEP IT”

You on the other hand couldn’t be more embarrassed. You didn’t mean to suck his dick THAT hard. You probably should have stopped the first time you heard him scream.

Luffy

It’s very hard to leave a hickey on him at all with his rubbery ass body, you have in the past but it took A LOT of trial and error.

When you did finally pop off and away from your boyfriend’s pelvis you felt a little pride erupting from your stomach seeing a tiny little purple spot form on his shaft.

“I did it!”

“Did what.”

You never really told Luffy you wanted to leave a dickey on him. You kept it as your own personal goal so you didn’t know how to properly explain it to him

“You can do that?!” Luffy immediately sees the hickey on his dick and starts CRACKING UP as if he didn’t just cum like a whiney slut a few seconds ago.

“You’re like a puffer fish!”

“Shut up, Luffy!”

It just tickles him to know you sucked on his dick so much just to leave such a small mark. It wasn’t bad at all, but funny none theless. Now he actually expects a dickey from you.

Which.

Have fun with getting lock jaw everytime you go down on him now.

Zoro

Didn’t even know it was possible and neither did you so when you when to experiment Zoro damn near started actually moaning and whining due to overstimulation.

“O-okay okay okay fuck—you tried long enough! We can’t—FUCK—-!”

You were determined to leave that damn hickey, your mouth was wet and covered in drool, his cum, and your lips started to swell a little. Luckily you loved sucking him off anyways so this was just another Tuesday for you.

You really wanted to leave a pretty mark on his tip.

And that you eventually did.

“HA!” You smile, face wet, teary eye’d and flustered. You rub your thumb on the tip of the sensitive dick and it causes Zoro to grab your wrist.

He was absolutely exhausted.

“You got it. Please….fucking stop.”

“You’re so lame. But look! I did it!” 😁

Zoro just doesn’t understand you or the point of why you had to damn near suck the soul out of him for a bruise that’s ganna wear off in a few hours.

….He does like looking at it though. It reminds him of his slutty little girlfriend.

Law

He bruises very easily.

So this wasnt too hard you actually leave him in dickeys all the time

and everytime you point it out he hates it.

every

single

time

“I hate that fucking word.”

“I think it’s cute. Like your dick.”

“ENOUGH.”

Doesn’t get the point of it, he thinks you’re a sadist for it. You tend to bruise him up a LOT when you both get intimate.

He does get a little shy when you point out how good of a boy he was taking it. It’s almost as if he loves being praised and marked by you.

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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

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.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #messy

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dehydrated-turtle · 1 month

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//warnings// 16+, nsfw, mdni

//contents// transmasc reader, jason todd, semi-public

//synopsis// Jason can't handle it when you sent him photos, no matter what they are. - wc: 662

//full fic on ao3// wc: 1.7k

Jason absolutely loves it when you send him pictures of yourself. It does not matter what he was doing before, he will drop everything he’s doing to look at what you sent him.

This time, he’s sitting on a rooftop, waiting for something to happen on his patrol. It seems like a slow night tonight anyway so he pops a squat on a ledge of a random apartment building. He takes off his helmet revealing his secondary mask just so he could breathe better. Not that the smell of Gotham was any better than his own breath. He took out his phone and started scrolling out of boredom before a notification came up. A single photo from you. How enticing.

He opens the message, jaw almost hitting the floor in awe. It’s just a simple gym pic but holy shit. Your sweating frame in a loose grey tank and black gym shorts, nothing special but to him it’s everything. He could see your scars ever so slightly through the tank, it’s driving him wild that he can’t touch them, touch you.

His phone buzzes again, another pic. This time it’s more sensuous, a mirror pic with you in the bathroom of the gym change room with only a towel around your waist. Water droplets racing down your bare chest and the glass a little bit steamed. He feels his length start to grow just from your semi-scandalous photos.

He quickly glances around to see if anyone would be able to see him, quiet night after all. He starts to unbuckle his cargo pants and reach into them to pull out his half hard cock. He started to pump lazily as he searched the pic of you for the little details about you that would push his climax to come sooner.

He was rudely interrupted by another notification, yet another pic. It seems like you had just gotten home because you were in bed now wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Jason just couldn’t handle it, the sight was too much. Your perfect body just laying there, begging him to ruin it. Beseeching him to rip the boxers off your supple ass. He lets out a small and breathy moan as his dick jerks in his fist and lets out streams of cum, falling onto his chest and stomach.

“Fuck… now lookit whacha did.” He remarks, hurriedly trying to wipe the cum off of his kevlar suit, picking it out of the grooves. Even though he’s mad that he’s going to be picking bits of cum out for weeks, he still smiles knowing that all you had to do is send a pic and he's on his knees for you.

He picked himself up while checking the time. Seeing his shift is over, he hops onto his motorcycle and rushes home to you, hopefully still in those boxers that he so desperately wants to rip off of you himself.

Walking through the door with immaculate struggle due to the amount of excitement, he calls out for you to make sure you’re home.

“Upstairs, Jay!” you say from upstairs, obviously. He runs up the stairs, skipping every second step just to get to you sooner. He discards his jacket on the floor near the bedroom door as he shuts it. He turns around to see you still in just the boxers from the picture. You’re on your phone but looking up at him with a smile. “Hey.” you whisper.

“Hey.” he whispers back, walking to you, removing his gear and just leaving it all on the floor. He was left with only his cargo pants before he leaned down to kiss you. “You have no idea what you did to me, sending those pics, pretty boy.”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“You really wanna know how I came all over my suit on a rooftop, mid-Gotham?”

“I had no idea.” you say with a smirk, knowing exactly just what you do to him.

#★ fics ★#jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x trans reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #red hood x reader #red hood smut #jason todd #red hood #smut #batman #batfam #batfamily #dc #fanfic #red hood fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years

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silly boy

eddie munson x gn!y/n

850 words

you pick eddie up from lockup and give him a good scolding

contains: lil angst, lil fluff, lil bit of hopper, est. relationship, pre-s3-4 tw: cursing, drug mention, jail mention, self-deprecation, scolding a/n: wanting to do more short n’ sweet lil drabbles cause they’re easier more fun and my brain hurt — shoot me some ideas! disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online.

“What the fuck, Munson,” your voice croaks, weighty with a mixture of anger, relief, watching him sheepishly make his way towards you.

You stand beneath the ‘HAWKINS POLICE’ sign, stood in front of Eddie’s van with tightly crossed arms. Hopper nods at you once, eyeing Eddie with final regard before turning back inside.

Eddie holds up placating hands, but something in your gut twists and you purse your lips, almost glaring from behind your lashes. You shift away from him as he draws near, not letting him touch you like he very much wants to. He tries to meet your gaze but keeps looking away.

“y/n, listen, I-“

“No, Eddie — what the fuck?!! Do you know Wayne’s been worried sick about you?? That I- I’ve been looking for you Eds, for days, till Chief Jim Fucking Hopper lets your uncle know you got picked up across state lines?!? What the fuck were you thinking??”

Angry hot tears have begun spilling, dripping heavily from your jaw, but rather than cry you just swallow the knot in your throat and jab a finger into his chest.

“Get in the car, Eddie.”

You hold it there a moment before turning and climbing into the driver’s seat.

Eddie stands there for a moment after you’ve turned away and just, looks down at the pavement, heart in his stomach. After a few beats he sighs, walks around the other side and slowly climbs into the passenger side, dully closing the door.

“You know I don’t care that you sell, Eddie — I don’t; I know that you do it for a reason, God knows I’ve got my fair share from you. But—“ you heave an exasperated sigh and gesture uselessly with your hands before dropping them heavily into your lap.

“What were you doing??”

You look over at him, Eddie looks down into his lap, spinning a ring on one of his jeweled fingers.

“Eds. Lookit me.”

Hesitation, before he lifts his head, shyly gazes with those goddamn big brown doe eyes. You sigh again and lean your head against the headrest, brow knitted.

“Your turn. I’ll stop scolding. What were you doing?”

Eddie’s lips thin as he presses them together, swallowing thickly and shaking his head a little, dispirited and very aware he’s deeply upset you.

“Being, fucking dumb—“

“You’re not dumb Eds you just— you make silly decisions sometimes.”

“Is that not what it means to be dumb?”

“No. It’s not. You’re not dumb. You’re silly. I’m sorry I’m so upset, babe, but… You can understand why, right? Eddie — Wayne was crying.”

That gets his head to snap up again, eyes wide and concerned.

“He couldn’t look for you ‘cause he had to work, so he asked me. We were so worried about you, you hadn’t been picked up yet so they weren’t much help,” you nod towards the police station.

“Called around Hellfire, Hideout, checked out Rick’s,” you give a heavy shrug and then rub your eyes.

“We thought—“ you sigh and sag your shoulders. “I don’t know, Eddie, we thought you got hurt. That something happened. You left your van, so like — what if someone…”

Eddie squeezes your hand and a few more tears drop. He’d had deals go wrong before, bad customers, and even though you knew Eddie, he wasn’t exactly the most well-liked person around town. You’d seen him get hurt before.

“I’m really sorry,” his voice is a little strained, upset that he’s upset you.

“I’m dumb — point fuckin’ blank — I’m dumb. It was a big deal, two-hundred bucks, they wanted to drive out someplace and I’m dumb, I realize how dumb that is now and—“

You kiss him quiet, pulling him in with hands cupped against his neck.

“Eddie Munson you are not fucking dumb!” You giggle tearfully against his lips, foreheads pressed together as he scoops your cheeks up and holds you near, pecking your nose and cheeks.

“I’m an ass, a big giant ass—“

“Shut up,” you hiss with a soft smile, nipping his bottom lip to which he finally utters a deep chuckle.

“You’re a silly, silly boy and you make silly decisions, and I worry about you and you scared me. You’re not dumb,” a smooch to the corner of his mouth, “you’re not an ass,” one to his jaw.

“Just…please, be more fucking careful. Maybe take a break from selling for a bit, yeah? Wayne is gonna have a heart attack if you go missing again, and then I’m gonna have a heart attack, and then who’s gonna pick you up from jail??”

You give his head a little jostle, and he laughs again, nuzzling his nose alongside yours.

“I promise I promise I promise — I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

You giggle and peck another kiss to his cheek before starting up the van.

“Now get buckled, silly boy, I can see the Chief looking through the window.”

Sure enough Jim Hopper’s scowl is visible through the pane, and Eddie snorts as he fastens his belt before you take him home to his waiting uncle.

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 11 months

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Very important question: are gaboon cheeks squishy and have you ever squished them?

Sincerely,

A person who regrets the fact that they were born in a universe where it would be unethical if I ever got to squish their cheeks

It's with deep regret that I tell you I've never been able to touch a Gaboon viper's cheeks. 😔

I have, however, touched the cheeks of a timber rattlesnake (who was under anesthesia at the time). That guy had a head injury and I was checking his teeth and jaw muscles out to make sure he had normal motion. I'm delighted to report that his cheeks were a little bit squishy. Not, like, a lot, because viper heads are like all muscle, but there was a bit of give. I reckon the squishiness came from the big venom glands stored in that area, but the strong muscles surrounding them kinda balanced it out so they weren't super squishy. It's a safe bet a Gaboon viper's cheeks would have a similar feel.

Lookit those big ol cheeks.

#not a rating #gaboon vipers #vipers

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ozarkthedog · 1 year

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Could I also request something for Mr. Ben using #89 from the prompt list? 😊💗💗

summary: the repercussions of sending your boyfriend nudes while he's at work.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

warnings: 18+ only. Mr. Ben x fem!Reader. spanking. fingering. dirty talk.

word count: 628

author's note: thank you so much for celebrating and putting this obscene thought in my brain. hope you rot in horny jail with me. 💙 FIRST TIME WRITING MR. BEN!

✨10K Birthday Celebration✨

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

You almost spit your wine all over the dining room table as your boyfriend, Ben, stands before you aghast.

It was harmless fun, really it was. You had some time to kill after lunch and thought he’d enjoy the naughty surprise. It was rather stupid in the long run to send him topless photos while he was at work but you’d barely seen him all week and your hormones got the best of you.

“Thank god I didn’t have my phone connected to the monitor!” His hands perched on his hips as pins you with a hard stare. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You squirm in your seat. His tone is harsh, leaving no room for error. You fucked up big time.

You shake your head and begin to apologize but clicks his tongue and stalks towards you.

“Too late.” He hisses.

With ease, he tugs you from the chair only to take your place as he tosses you over his lap. “Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.”

In a flash, he yanks your panties and leggings half way down your thighs and locks your legs together. You teeter on his lap, his solid muscly thighs press crudely into your curves as you sweetly beg forgiveness.

“Hush, Baby.” Ben’s chest rumbles as he smooths his hand over your ass. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you bent over like this. Taking your punishment like a good girl. Made me so fuckin’ hard.”

A heavy hand lands on your rump with a thwap. You jolt and grab his calf as the pain radiates across your flesh. Your head hangs between your shoulders as you bite back the whimpers that threaten to fall spank after spank.

“You’ll be my good girl, right?” He grabs the base of your hairline and yanks your head back. His nose grazes your cheek as he nuzzles his lips against your jaw. “Answer me.”

He carelessly rubs the tender, raised skin on your ass forcing a whine to bubble from your lips.

“Yes, please. I’m sorry.” You sniffle and yelp when he tugs on your locks.

“Thatta girl.” He beams before lowering your head to hang once more.

His sinful touch moves lower, nestling thick fingers between your thighs, he finds you slick and wanting. “Lookit’ you getting soaked from a punishment.” He tsks. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You mewl as he spears you open with his fingers. He deviously glides his thick digits across every spot that makes you see stars and leaves you breathless. “You’re making a mess. Can you hear it?” A continuous sticky sound hits your ears with each overwhelming thrust of his wrist.

“You know, this isn’t how a good girl is supposed to behave.” His condescending tone has you lurching in his lap. Suffocating bliss fogs your mind and seeps into your bloodstream. “Good girls don’t drip down their thighs from getting spanked.”

Your grip on his calf gets tighter as the pleasure mounts and races up your spine. He wickedly curls his fingers, zeroing in on the spongy spot behind your clit as your cunt pulses and constricts. “That’s it. Good girl.”

With a shout, you cum around his fingers and he continuously fucks you through your orgasm despite your whimpers of protest.

You hear him groan as he sucks your cream off his fingers. His hard cock pokes into your belly and ignites a searing burst of arousal deep in your belly. He slips you onto your knees between his thighs and you come face to face with his throbbing cock hidden beneath his slacks.

“Now you show me how sorry you really are.”

#mr. ben #mr. ben x reader #mr. ben x you #mr. ben snl #pedro pascal

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oliviaischillin1204 · 9 months

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you gotta be kitten me

Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety

Word Count: 1,822 words

just a silly little thing i came up with when i used to play neko atsume djfhghdjskjdh. good times man

Some days were meant for grand adventures, Roman thought. Trying new things, climbing new heights, and achieving goals beyond your wildest dreams.

Other days were for sitting in the living room, half-watching a musical bootleg on the TV as you rapidly refreshed Neko Atsume over and over and over again.

Roman groaned for the fifth time in as many minutes as his garden, yet again, failed to attract any new cats. He knew the point of the game was to be patient, but come on! His entire yard was decked out with the highest quality cat trees, toys, and trinkets possible, all elegantly displayed along the beautiful Zen Garden backyard expansion model. He kept his food bowls stocked with Deluxe Tuna Bitz, even upgrading to a nice plate of sashimi or two when he had gold fish to spare. There was no reason at all why he should be so incapable of attracting rare cats to his garden.

“Lookit. I got another one.”

And of course, the worst fact of all: Virgil was fucking great at the game.

Roman groaned in exasperation. “Which one now?”

Virgil turned his phone around and held it up for Roman to see. They were both on the couch, lying toe-to-head so they could both recline while sharing the good blanket between them. After a few moments of blinking, Roman could make out the distinctive striped shirt, cap, and baseball bat that belonged to none other than--

“Joe DiMeowgio,” Virgil confirmed. Roman’s jaw dropped.

“What? How did you find him?”

Virgil shrugged, pulling the phone back and tapping the screen smugly. “He likes the baseball.”

Roman made an affronted noise. “That’s like, one of the most basic, boring, blah toys you can have in the entire game.”

“He’s a simple cat with simple needs, Princey,” Virgil deadpanned. Roman groaned, draping his arm over his eyes in defeat, but his dramatics were interrupted by Virgil’s foot popping out of the blanket to kick him.

“How dare you kick a man when he’s down, you villain!”

Virgil ignored him, settling back into the couch now that he’d stopped Roman’s whining. “Maybe just try switching up your yard once in a while. The cats need variety.”

The two fell silent again. Roman pouted down at his phone as he pondered the Goodies shop in the game’s menu. It was true, he didn’t like to switch out his items often-- his preferred method for games like this was to save up until he could get all of the expensive items first. It made sense to him; why waste time collecting cheap items if he could get the most payback from the expensive ones?-- but now, he found himself scrolling through the early pages of the shop’s catalogue, looking for a new toy to catch his eye.

And, well... something did:

Fluff-Thing Teaser: a ball of fluff that inspires playful strikes. Your cat will never get bored of this thing!

Roman eyed the toy in the photo. It was definitely a cheap one, costing only 100 regular fish. But what really caught his eye was the wording-- “inspires playful strikes”.

His eyes drifted from the screen in front of him, to Virgil’s foot, still exposed from when he’d kicked Roman earlier.

He turned the idea over in his head, his lips twitching into a smile. He dropped his hand to the side, and, as subtly as he possibly could, summoned a small handheld toy with a ball of fluff on the end.

Clearing his throat to cover the laugh building up inside him, Roman rearranged himself so the Fluff-Thing Teaser was hidden from Virgil’s sight, resting on his own chest so the fluff-ball tip was an inch away from Virgil’s foot.

He waited. Waited. Waited...

And swiped the piece of fluff straight down Virgil’s sole.

The reaction was minor, but immediate-- Virgil jerked, his foot pulling back minutely as a startled gasp burst out of him.

“What was that?” he asked sternly. Roman looked at him over his phone.

“What?”

He thought he sounded pretty innocent, but Virgil clearly wasn’t fooled. “Don’t do that.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I swear on my sword, I haven’t touched you.” Which wasn’t a lie. Roman hadn’t touched him-- the Fluff-Thing Teaser had.

He dropped his eyes back to his screen, feigning obliviousness to Virgil’s glare. After a few moments, however, he too returned his attention to his game.

Roman bit his lip, flipping quickly through the item pages for his next trick. He quickly found it:

Wing-Thing Teaser: Mild curiosity will turn into obsession once your cat starts pouncing on this tufted teaser.

Roman bit his lip again to avoid laughing aloud. He focused on swapping the Fluff-Thing for the Wing-Thing (listen, he didn’t choose the names, okay?) and hid all but the feathery tip in his sleeve. He coughed, shifting himself again, and swiped the soft toy down just beneath Virgil’s toes.

“Fuck!” Virgil burst out again, yanking his leg all the way back to his chest. He grabbed his foot defensively as he rubbed at the skin. “Fucking-- stop that.”

“I’m literally not doing anything,” Roman lied, but he couldn’t stop the smile that was curling up at the edges of his mouth. “Why are you being twitchy?”

Virgil glowered at him. “I’m always twitchy.”

“Well, you’re being extra twitchy today. Just sit back and look at the cats.”

For a moment Roman was worried that Virgil would get up and ruin his game, but luckily for him, the anxious side merely rubbed at his foot once more before, hesitantly, stretching his legs out in front of him again. His brow was still furrowed, and Roman kept his eyes directly on his phone.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike with a straight face was nearly impossible, but he knew that Virgil was expecting it now. As soon as his eyes caught sight of the Wild-Thing Teaser in the catalogue, he knew this one would be much more obvious than the first two toys.

Well. Time to give up the act.

Roman shoved the fluffy ball of the Wild-Thing directly in between Virgil’s first and second toe. The anxious side made a noise of confusion, then shock, then burst into laughter.

“Dude!” he managed through his giggles, reaching for his foot to yank the toy away. Scrunching his toes around it instinctively only made it tickle more, and Roman watched with amusement bright on his face as Virgil giggled at the accidental self-tickling.

“Did I do that?” Roman asked innocently. Virgil glared at him as he eyed the item with a fair amount of suspicion.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, eyes widening. “Is this the--”

“The Wild-Thing Teaser? Well, it appears so!” Roman finished for him, grinning widely as he waved his phone in the air before reading the description. “‘Talk about a big tease! Just try to stop your cats from pouncing at this fluffy fur ball.’”

He snorted. “Aw, looks like they’re right! This kitty right here couldn’t help but play with the lil’ fuzzball!”

He relished in watching Virgil grow more and more flustered at the teasing.

“Shut up-- I’m not-- I’m not a cat,” he protested. Roman laughed at his flustered indignation.

“Well, you’re certainly acting like one! Are you having fun playing with your new toy, Mr. Meow-Meow?”

He laughed louder as Virgil realized that he’d been rolling the small fuzz ball in between his fingers. The emo side threw the toy to the side, crossing his arms and pouting. “Well, you’re the one being freaking immature, summoning toys like that!”

“Ah, but that’s the spirit of the game, isn’t it? Finding all the cute little toys that make your little kittens as happy as can be--”

“I’m not a cat!”

“Oh, yeah?” Roman asked. “Prove it.”

Suddenly one hand darted forward and clamped around Virgil’s ankle, where he’d accidentally left his leg within Roman’s range. With the other hand, he summoned the next tool on the list, and this time he was lucky enough to see the recognition dawn on Virgil’s face.

“Roman!” he hissed (another point in Roman’s ‘Virgil is a cat’ agenda), but he was too slow, because Roman was already flicking and fluttering the Zebra Grass Gadget all up and down the bare sole of Virgil’s foot.

The result was immediate: Virgil squealed, yanking his foot back helplessly against Roman’s much stronger grip as the toy tickled his sole.

“‘Watch your cats’ fascination turn to obsession!’,” Roman recited over the sound of Virgil’s giggles. He made sure to brush the grassy toy in rhythm to his words as he continued, “‘It has a fluffy teaser tip that they just. Can’t. Resist!’”

“Stop ihihihit!” Virgil said through giggles. His other leg kicked out in time with his bursts of laughter, but Roman’s grip kept the captured foot nice and snug as he fluttered all along the wrinkles of his sole.

“Which toy is your favorite, kitty?” Roman teased. “Or do you just love them all so much?”

Virgil looked like he was about to argue (well, as much as he could through his silly laughter) so Roman flipped the Zebra Grass Gadget around and scratched its stem on the ball of Virgil’s foot. That was enough to make any snarky words die on Virgil’s tongue, replacing them with desperate screeches of laughter instead.

“Okay-- okay okay okahahahay!” he gasped, rocking back and forth in his trapped state. Roman moved to trail the stem up and down the arch of his foot, and Virgil gripped the fabric of the couch like he was fighting off torture. “No more, no more-- please it tihihihickles!”

That was enough for Roman. He slowed the tickling until he was just barely grazing Virgil’s foot with the stem; he waited until Virgil had calmed down before quickly flipping the toy around and giving one more tickle with the grassy side.

“Ah!” Virgil yelped. He yanked his leg back, and this time Roman let him go.

He couldn’t help but grin at Virgil as the anxious side caught his breath. The soft grass of the toy floated through the air as Roman lazily twirled it around his fingers.

“Well, well, well...” he drawled. “I’ll be honest, I think this is even more fun than the actual game!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Virgil said, face still flushed.

“Aw, you don’t think so? You sounded like you were having lots of fun. These cat toys really do work... kitten.”

Suddenly Virgil was lunging forward through the air, arms outstretched. Roman only had half a second to scream before the emo side had him pinned on his back.

“You think I act like a cat?” Virgil asked. “Lemme ask you this, Princey: did you forget that cats have claws?”

He raised his hands, ten fingers wiggling just above Roman’s stomach, and Roman realized that this game was about to get much harder.

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!roman #drafted on jan 27 2021 #you gotta be kitten me

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juneknight · 2 years

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spit kink + steven?

Thank you!! Hope you enjoy 🤍

About this: Steven/fem!reader, piv, spitting, use of feminine monikers (ie good girl).

“I’m close, love,” Steven whispers in your ear. “Will you beg me for it?”

Your eyes are bleary with tears, distorting his face even from where it rests just inches away from your own. His arms are braced on either side of you, his chest low enough to brush your own. The Star of David he wears around his neck—the only thing he’s left on—sometimes rests against your own, metal warm from your skin. Steven is all around you, scent in your nose, face in your sight, cock in your cunt. It should be stifling. But it’s Steven. Could you ever have him close enough?

“Please cum in me,” you slur. Your tongue feels thick and useless. Each word is stuttered by his thrusts which are slow but so, so deep. “I need it, please. I’ve been good haven’t I? Give me your cum, please.”

“Of course you’ve been good for me,” he pants, thrusts growing sloppy. “Good girl, perfect girl, darling girl—here, take it, take it—“

He cums, a rush of heat deep in your womb. His cock twitches, eyes squeezing shut while he groans like he’s being killed in the best way. You clench your tired cunt around him, relishing his sharp inhale.

“God, you’re lovely,” he mutters, carefully rolling off of you.

You shiver without his body to keep you warm. His cock slips from you, and though you clench your muscles tight, you can feel his cum drip from your slit. It’s too much. He’s only rolled right beside you, but he feels so far away. You’re exposed, naked, riddled in bruised kisses. The loss of his weight against you hurts, and now the very essence of him slips out of you.

Whining, you reach down and scoop the mess between your legs, pressing it back inside yourself.

“Lookit you,” Steven murmurs, awed. His voice sounds so far away.

“Steven,” you struggle to say. “I need you.”

“Again?” he wonders. “We’ve been at it all morning, love. I think you need a rest.”

Frustrated tears bite at the corners of your eyes. If you could just focus on making your brain and mouth connect again, you could explain to him the sudden gaping emptiness, so much more painful in the shadow of the blissful sex the two of you have been indulging in. Instead, all you can say again is, “Need you in me.”

“Hey.” He rolls back on top of you, hovering higher up on his forearms so that you can continue to coax his cum back inside you. “You’re alright. I’m here. Need me closer, do you? I’m already inside you, deeper than your fingers can reach. Not enough?”

His hand cups your jaw, other arm taking all his weight. When his thumb touches your lips, you open up on instinct, sighing happily when he presses the pad against your tongue. He hesitates for a long moment, eyes flickering between your own and your open mouth.

“Keep open for me, love,” he murmurs. Then he spits in your open mouth.

You gasp, body jerking with electricity. Suddenly your fingers are working between your legs with a dual purpose. Without any further coaxing, you let your mouth click shut, swallowing hard.

“Bloody hell,” Steven groans. “You liked that?”

You open your mouth wide again in answer. He spits again. You shutter, your cunt clenching around your fingers in one last weak orgasm. Steven watches with wide eyes.

“Fuck, we’re filthy,” he laughs breathily. “Wait til Marc catches wind of this. Possessive bloke. This is right up his alley, innit?”

Exhausted, you can only hum, slipping your fingers slick with your cum and his own from between your legs into your mouth, sucking them softly.

Marc's turn

#steven grant x reader

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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I think Bakugou would have such a filthy mouth, like the stuff that he says just makes you stutter and blush so badly. Whether he's on top of you with his mouth near your ear or when you're on your knees and his hand is cupping your jaw while you swallow him

Such a pretty girl, arentcha princess?

Lookit at the way yer pussy swallows me up

Eyes on me, sweetheart. Lemme see 'em

Look at that... every fucking inch in that tight cunt

Creamin' on my dick, needy little thing aren't we?

Fuck, baby.

Open your mouth and lemme geed you my dick

Wider, sweetheart. I wanna see your nose buried in my stomach

You look so pretty choking on my dick, princess

Ugh Shellz I’m obsessed with him. The “lemme see ‘em.” will fucking end my life I assure you.

And also the fact that he could get you going on just his voice alone when he’s not even trying to be dirty? He could say the sweetest things and they still have your clit throbbing.

You might not even be dating, but you’re certain your boss has no idea what he’s doing to you.

“Do it again for me, just like that.” When he’s asking you to make copies of a report at work.

“Say it one more time for me, sweetheart” When he asks you to repeat yourself.

“You like spending your evenings with me, hah? Got nothin’ better to do, do ya?” Like no sir, I do not.

“Here’s your *Starbucks order*”

“You did such a good job for me.”

“Let me take you home.”

Literally just anything he says will have me creaming my knickers.

#soft bakugou

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pinkusmaximus · 6 months

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hi hi!! can I request Junker queen with a fem s/o who’s going through a depressive episode?

yes B)

“C’mere.”

You stared at Odessa, who sat cross-legged on your bed. You examined her long legs, boxers, cropped shirt, strong arms that reached out for you and beckoned with wide hands. She had a small smile on her pierced lips that urged you to come closer.

You think she didn’t notice when you weren’t feeling like yourself? You’d be a fool to think so. That woman noticed every little thing about you and adored it, head to toe, brain to brawn (or, comparatively, lack thereof on the latter).

After a moment of staring, you climbed up onto the bed with her, immediately driven towards being sat upon her lap as her arms encircled you, warm and inviting. Perks of having an absolutely massive girlfriend; you fit in her lap perfectly, and neither of you would have it any other way.

“Now,” she said in her best quiet voice- not really much softer than her usual tone, but the thought behind it meant enough. “Who’s gonna tell me what’s goin’ on with ‘em so that I can do my job properly and take care of ‘em?”

You open your mouth to answer, but before you can, a nose is pressed against yours, forehead to forehead, and you can hear the smile in her voice.

“That’s right— you. C’mon, doll, spill your guts.”

That, in fact, was the kindest way she’d ever asked you to share your feelings. You were working on it.

“Feels stupid to say it’s just the depression again,” you grumble as you press your cheek against her shoulder.

“Ain’t stupid,” she interjects, “just is what it is. Don’t make it any less of a thing, y’know?”

A warm, broad hand ran back through your hair, gently untangling the slightly greasy strands where you had neglected to shower for a day or so longer than you probably should have. Your eyes shifted away, staring down at your hands in your lap as she carefully tended to your hair.

“Dollface, look at me. Up, up here.”

As you looked up at her, she gently traced your features with her fingertips. Her thumbs grazed the outline of your lips, scarred fingers traced your eyebrows and the bridge of your nose. The soft smile on her freckled face as she did so made you smile in turn, just a little, just enough for her to notice.

“Theeere she is,” she beamed as your smile broadened slightly with her enthusiasm, “there’s my girl.” She leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips, then another, and another, then eventually was rapid-fire kissing your entire face from jaw to cheeks to forehead until you were a giggling mess in her arms.

“Aw. Lookit that. I missed that.” She smiles again, gapped teeth sending your heart fluttering.

And you start to feel just a little bit lighter.

#I am RUSTY #so it’s short #but I hope it helps #heart emoji #pinky thinky #junker queen #odessa stone #odessa dez stone #junker queen x reader

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kayhi808 · 6 months

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Billy Mine - Holiday

Holidays were never a big deal to Bill. His mom was too stoned or high to try and make the holidays special. He was lucky if their landlord didn't turn off their heat. Even more so after Juliet left. For the 5 years that Juliet was there, he had someone to celebrate Christmas with. She'd always gift him whatever craft she made in school, and he'd steal her a toy or storybook from the drugstore. They'd take time to themselves to exchange their gifts.

Billy, with his back propped against the side of the building, he waited for his Bunny. Ray of Hope made the holidays a bigger deal for the younger kids, so it'd be harder for Juliet to get away. She was an escape artist so he didn't doubt that she'd make it outside to him.

The door handle jiggles and it's pushed open a crack. "Billy. Help." Bill jumps up rushing to open the door. He opens it to find 5yr old Juliet with an armful of stuff and her ever present stuffed rabbit, which she unceremoniously dumps on the ground before launching herself at him.

"Merry Christmas!" Bill lets go of the door in time to catch her. Lifting her up & propping her on his hip as she snuggles into his neck with a contented sigh.

"Merry Christmas, Bunny." Billy can't help but smile to himself. "What's all this?"

Juliet's head pops up, "Oh!" She wiggles to be let down.

Billy put her back down, finally getting a good look at her, "And what the hell happened to you?" Bill grabs her jaw to keep her still.

Hopping up and down with her rabbit, "I'm a Bunny!" He can tell someone gave her a rabbit nose and some whiskers. But she's also got frosting smudged on her face too. She's a mess.

"Yea, I can see that. But what's this?" He rubs a smudge off her face showing it to her. She grabs his thumb and sticks it in her mouth. "Ew, Bun!" Pulling away from her & wipes his thumb off on his pants.

"It's chocolate!" She grabs a Ziploc baggie with a slightly smooshed frosted cupcake in it from her pile on the steps. "I gots you one. Lookit!" Juliet grabs his hand to tug him down on the steps next to her. "It so good."

Billy doesn't have much to laugh about in his life but this crazy kid always surprises him. She doesn't understand why Billy is laughing at her, but if Billy is happy, she's happy. She laughs too and dumps the baggie in his lap. "What else do you have here?"

"Cookies!" Presents him with another Ziploc baggie. "I mades it."

"You baked it?"

"Not that part. I puts the candy on it." There was no doubt about that . It's loaded with decorations that makes Billy laugh harder. "It so good. You wonna eats it?"

Trying to control his laughter, "No. No. I'm going to save it for later." Juliet shrugs like whatever, your loss.

"Ok, dis I made all of it." She gives Billy a rolled up construction paper tied with ribbon. She smiles so big and she's so proud of herself.

"Wow! This is so cool! It's a spyglass like the pirates have!" He holds it up to his eye and looking around.

Juliet's smile vanishes, "No! You had to open it."

"Or a megaphone?" Billy brings it up to his lips.

Trying to grab it away from him, "No! Um. Open. You need.. open it!"

"or a light saber like Star Wars." He swishes it around which makes Juliet lose her mind.

"Billy, stop. Lemme...gimme." She has to climb him and fight him to get it back. "You do it all wrong!" He lets her have it because he's laughing too hard. She takes it from him and starts bonking him over the head with it. "You. No. Listen!" Billy loves riling her up, but has to reel it in because he doesn't want to make her cry.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Grabbing her and sitting her on his lap. "Show me how to do it." She pulls the ribbon so it opens & Billy unrolls it to display a reindeer with her handprints as the antlers. "Wow! Did you do this??" She shyly nods. "Bunny, this is beautiful! You did a good job."

"Tank you." She turns in his lap to kiss his cheek, "Merry Christmas, Billy Mine."

Wrapping his arms around her & dropping a kiss on her head, "Merry Christmas, Bunny."

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @snowkestrel @k-marzolf @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @terry2227

I'm sorry, if I miss tagged this. I forgot who was reading Billy Mine.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy mine x bunny girl #billy mine

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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Barky's

Part Three of If You Can’t Take the Heat

The Original | Masterlist | Roll With It

Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader

Rating: M (though it may have explicit chapters in the future)

Notes: Not beta-read. Chapters are more loosely connected than solidly structured.

Warnings: Fluff, mostly; cursing. A lot of cursing.

Summary: You’re halfway through the night before you notice him. Well—Notice them. Carmy’s tucked away in a little booth, glancing between the two people he’s with, and you.

It had started as Barkeep’s—a little bar that other neighborhood bartenders would go to to unwind. But with the thick accent many of the patrons sported, the sometimes slurred mumble of someone on the phone home to tell their wives where it was, it got shortened to Barky’s. The name change had been made official back in the 80s—which was the last time anything about the fuckin’ place had been updated.

The bartop is a dingy brown formica that’s probably always looked like shit. The stools are covered in red vinyl, peeling around the edges, and under around the seats turn. The booths are covered with the same material. The tables have crude messages carved into ‘em; the surfaces are ringed permanently from where people have ignored coasters, or used them as frisbees to whack at their friends across the bar.

The patrons are mostly older guys, barfly regulars, but you and Frankie have been working to bring in more people—newer people. There’s room for growth in the damn place, you both know it. And tonight, you’re proving it.

It started with one of your friends coming in and asking for one of your favorite drinks—a Ramos Gin Fizz. It’s a finicky little recipe, but one that you can manage quickly enough. Frankie takes a video of you tapping the glass on the counter, and the rise of foam lifting above the glass’ rim before stabilizing around the straw, and posts it to their story, then their twitter, then the bar’s instagram.

It’s only a few minutes before people begin to trickle in, asking for the foam drink.

“How much is that?” One of them asks. They’re on the younger side for the bar—mid 20s, if you had to guess. You know what they’re probably paying at other bars—far lower than the menu’s average drink price of $6.

“Special’s on the menu for $15,” You tell them. They don’t even flinch, just nod and ask for two.

“On it.”

You’re halfway through the night before you notice him. Well—Notice them. Carmy’s tucked away in a little booth, glancing between the two people he’s with, and you. You lower your eyes to the drink you’re making, trying to block out the glare of a few people filming you on your their camera, no doubt making a post for Instagram. You lightly tap the bottoms of two glasses against the counter, smiling at the slow, “Whooooooa—AYYY!” That arises from the group around you as the foam rises above the glass, and stabilizes.

“Alright, alright,” You chuckle, passing them over to the people across the counter and taking the proffered cash. “Who’s next here, huh?”

“Hey.”

In the ten minutes since your break has started, you’ve hoped that Carmy might come over and say hi, but instead, you wince at the sound of your boss’ voice.

“Sup, Mack?”

“The hell do you and Frankie think you’re doing?”

“Our jobs?”

“Look,” Mack braces one hand on the back of the booth, the other on the table. “Lookit me for a sec.”

You brace yourself, setting your water down before you do as he asks. Mack is a short man, with a square jaw buried beneath his bulging cheeks. His eyes are beady and small, and dark as he peers at you through his thick-rimmed glasses—Aviators that he probably got back in the 80s, wore through the period when they went out of style, and then came back in again.

“We don’t do those things here. You wanna make your fancy drinks, you can find somewhere else on the avenue to do that.” He softens just a touch, though you force your expression to remain flat. “The people that come in here are good people. They like you. I know you like them.”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with liking or not liking. You’ve got good space here, Mack, you could be doing more. Adding more stuff to the menu isn’t gonna stop anyone from getting their usual. If you treat the customers like numb-nut beer-swillers, then that’s how they’re gonna order.”

Mack’s lips press into a thin line.

“Watch it, alright? And don’t charge that much for a special again.”

“They paid it,” You point out, turning back to your fries.

“...Just don’t,” Mack sighs tiredly, straightening and wandering away. You pick at your fries, stomach twinging with irritation and inadequacy. You huff, standing and bringing the plate back to the counter.

“I’ll be back in five,” You lean over and tell Frankie. “Just need some air. You good?”

“I got it,” Frankie reassures, waving you away. “Five minutes.”

You smile, pursing your lips and blowing them an air kiss before heading out the front door. The scent of cigarette smoke catches on your nose, and you absently turn toward it. You freeze when you find Carmy there, cigarette in hand, brows raised in surprise. Neither of you move for a moment, each staring at the other like a deer in headlights.

“...Hi,” You greet finally.

“Hey.”

You walk a little closer, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“Come to check the place out?” You ask, nodding back toward the door.

“Yeah. I didn’t uh—That is, I didn’t know you'd be working tonight. Just wanted to take a look.”

“It’s only fair. I saw your workplace, now you’ve seen mine.”

“Yeah.” Carmy nods, then lowers his head as he raises his cigarette to his lips. You’re ready to excuse yourself, to take a walk around the block to clear your head, but before you can, he says, “That drink, the gin fizz.”

“Yeah?”

“That shit was fire. It’s actually why we um—Fak saw it on Instagram.”

You smile, shifting from foot to foot.

“You all get one?”

“Richie got beer.”

“Mm.”

“He was missin’ out. But maybe next time, right?”

You smile a touch bitterly. “I doubt it.”

“Why’s that?”

You pull in a short breath, wincing. “Mm…Long story.”

“...Wanna tell it to me tomorrow?”

You brows raise. It’s been nearly a week since your first date, and communication between the two of you has been pretty scant.

“Think you can wait that long without the suspense killing you?” You tease.

Carmy shrugs.

“I can try.”

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pealeii · 10 months

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Please tell me about your favourite species of shark :)

OMG AND THANK YOU SO MUCH

Okay there are so many guys that are amazing but Cookie Cutter Sharks don’t get enough love.

Little guy. How they got their name is their way of getting food. They will latch onto creatures larger than them, and swivel their jaw so they get a perfectly round bit of flesh to eat. The animals don’t even notice. So you’ll find tuna fish and larger sharks with dozens of these little circles of flesh gone. What a guy! And look at his lil eyes.

And I hope you’ve heard of Goblin Sharks. The guys of all time. They can be pink. They live deeper in the ocean. They eat food like this:

Ooh I love em.

And! Epaulette Sharks!! Omg!! They have adapted so they can conserve oxygen OUTSIDE of water. And they have such strong fins they can WALK! Lookit!! Lookit them walking!!

#these asks mean everything to me #thank you #liz :)#shark posting #oceanposting #answered asks #asks

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magniloquent-raven · 2 years

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~~tag list ppl @growup-thatbeautiful @spreckle @prettyboy-like-you 💕💕hope yall are in the mood for some mungrove lol~~

cw: implied child abuse

(read on ao3)

They don't talk about it.

They shoot the shit about music and books, they argue about who's the most annoying member of the basketball team—Billy always points out that he has insider knowledge, so his opinion carries more weight, and besides, Eddie only thinks it's Jason because he wants to get in Chrissy Cunningham's pants, but he's full of shit—and sometimes, rarely, they commiserate about growing up with shitty dads. They hang out in Eddie's trailer getting high, and more often than not nowadays that ends with their jeans in a pile on the floor.

It's just…something that happens. Billy's an attractive guy, and he moans like a fucking porn star when Eddie tugs on his hair for better access to his mouth. Eddie's a little bit addicted. And maybe that's got him acting reckless. Being stupid about things he shouldn't take risks with.

Because they've never talked about it. Billy lets him get rough, eggs him on until he pushes and enjoys every second of it. It's easy to believe him when he acts like he doesn't have any limits. It's easy to forget how wrong this could go when Eddie doesn't know where the lines are.

Until he finds one by crossing it.

He has Billy crowded against his cluttered wall, a poster crinkling behind him, corner caught on the rough edge of his cutoff tanktop. He's warm, pressed to Eddie's chest, to his palms, he's always so warm. His throat works beneath Eddie's fingers, adam's apple bobbing, and his eyes are unfocused, long eyelashes dipping low over hazy blue.

Eddie digs his thumbnail into the underside of Billy's jaw, turning his face so he can get a better look at the smudges of purple dotting the side of his neck with a curling satisfaction. It takes work to leave marks on Billy, he barely bruises at all, but when he does it's fucking gorgeous.

"Lookit you…" Eddie says softly, shifting his thigh between Billy's legs just to watch his lips part around a groan. "What would your braindead goons say if they could see you now, huh? Big man on campus riding my thigh like a little whore."

His grip on the back of Eddie's shirt tightens, fingertips digging into his shoulderblades. All that manages to do is pull them closer. Eddie is more than happy to lean in, his nose brushing Billy's flushed cheek, a grin tugging at his lips. He rolls his hips, relishing the way Billy meets the motion almost desperately, seeking friction.

"Mnmg, fuck you," Billy mumbles, belatedly, his protest weak, breathy.

"Sorry, what was that? Didn't quite hear you."

All at once Billy tenses.

It's a small change. He doesn't pull away, he doesn't make a sound. But the rhythm of his movements stutters, fumbling, and it takes Eddie a long moment to realize he flinched. Billy flinched. He's…never done that before. Eddie's snapped a leather belt at him once and it just made his laugh, which might have impressed him if it wasn't so annoying.

He never thought it would be so terrifying to see Billy actually falter.

Maybe if he'd recovered immediately it would've been fine. If he'd stayed putty in Eddie's hands. But there's an odd expression on his face that Eddie can't parse, and Billy turns away when he sees him trying to.

Eddie slips his hand from Billy's throat to cup his cheek, gently. "Hey…" He manages to keep the tremors out of his voice. It helps no one if he lets slip how much he's freaking out.

"Don't," Billy growls.

There are tears in his eyes. It's not the first time Eddie's seen him cry, but he's never been the cause, not like this. His stomach drops with an unpleasant swoop.

"Are you—"

"Just, just fucking—keep going."

"Billy—"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"No."

Billy's gaze snaps to his, blue eyes full of helpless anger, glassy and red-rimmed. A muscle in his cheek twitches, and Eddie can feel his jaw clench. "Then get off me," he says curtly, making no attempt to move away. He's rigid and trembling like a cornered animal, but still clutching Eddie's shirt.

"Tell me what I did wrong."

"Get off."

Eddie meets his glare with a flat look. "Make me."

He doesn't.

But he doesn't relax either. Eddie lets out a quiet breath and tucks a curl behind Billy's ear. "You know I won't hurt you when you don't want me to, right?"

Billy makes a tiny, wet sound. His brows draw together, and his bottom lip trembles, despite his efforts to keep his expression neutral. "Like you could," he mutters in a strained voice.

"...Yeah, whatever, we can't all lift weights for fun." Eddie snorts, and knocks his forehead against Billy's, just a tap before he pulls back again, smiling small and brief. "I did do something, didn't I? You're obviously not okay, and, I mean…I just, don't like that it's my fault, okay."

"It's not."

"It kind of is though."

"It's not, it's…" Billy grits his teeth. "It's fucking stupid."

"Y'know, I always avoid spending time with you after you work on the Camaro. Because you come around smelling like engine grease and suddenly I can't breathe, 'cause…I feel like I'm five years old again, watching my dad get manhandled into the back of a cop car." He trails off with a shaky, humorless laugh. "Can't be stupider than that."

It feels like an overshare. Not the time to bring that up. They never get into that kind of shit when they're this sober, and he's never offered something up like a bargaining chip just to get Billy to open his stubborn mouth. His palms feel clammy while he waits for a response, trying to pick something out of Billy's unreadable expression.

"Just…don't ask me to repeat myself," he says finally, every word coming out of his mouth like he had to drag it out by the neck.

Eddie's brain stalls. He blinks.

"He hates it when I mumble."

"...Oh." His first instinct is to apologize. A weepy, messy thing caught in his chest, unproductively wallowing in self-loathing. This can't have been the first time he's asked Billy to repeat himself. It is just the first time he's noticed how much it bothers him? Or was there something different about this time. Was it a combination of things. Guilt floods his insides, cold and writhing, as he tries to recall every conversation they've ever had.

But he stops himself. He can't make a big deal out of this. Or at least, he'll have to wait until Billy isn't around to have his massive freak-out.

This can't be Billy's only hard limit, and if Eddie falls all over himself being weird about this one chances are Billy will clam up and he'll never find out what the rest are.

"Good to know. Full offence to Neil, he is the last thing I want you to be thinking about while I'm touching your dick, so, uh. Is there anything else I should know?"

Billy chokes out a damp laugh. Success. A grin blooms on Eddie's face in response as Billy drawls, "If I think of anything I'll let you know."

He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Billy's mouth, with an exaggerated noise and everything, just to get Billy to sputter indignantly. "You better."

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #stranger things #a raven's writing desk #hello it's projecting onto billy o'clock

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