#yes I was bent over the bathroom sink counter

[luv444bellingham]

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS . // jude bellingham.

PARING. poc!reader x situationship!jude.

IN WHICH. she tries to get him jealous, but he snaps harder than she predicted.

WARNING. unprotected sex, poc reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, praising, public bathroom sex, porn with a plot, and more. (my big debut yall,,)

WORDS. 1.4k

heart racing, she picked up the drink the stranger offered her— taking quick side glances at the tall frame in the corner. Her and jude had gotten into an argument back in the car, and she couldn’t help but feel petty wanting to piss him off.

What really was pissing her off was that, currently, he wasn’t even looking their way. She took a sip of the alcoholic beverage and leaned in closer to the man. He looked to be around her age, but he wasn’t nearly as kept up and good looking as jude. He droned on and on about his car dealership and the amount of money he spent on his own vehicle, never bothering to ask anything about her.

no matter. she just wanted jude’s attention.

she rubbed her fingers up and down his bicep as he spoke with a smirk, casting another glance toward the corner about a minute later she bit the inside of her cheek catching the sly glance he took toward her, he was playing her game, she wasn’t finna loose.

still, watching him rub up on some white girl got her all riled up and irritated, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to keep playing.

“Why don’t we go back to your car?” She whispered softly, placing her glass down on the counter, “you sure?” nodding her head they both rose from their seats and began to pivot through the crowd when her eyes stopped on jude’s frame, feeling up on the girl’s ass as they locked lips.

She wanted to go over there and slap the bitch but decided against it, instead she shouted — “i have to use the bathroom,” over the loud music that was now playing. She just needed to find an excuse to break from the man and go gather herself privately. Perhaps stop herself from committing a murder.

entering the restroom she dug in her purse to retrieve her phone with an aggravated expression on her face, the door flew open making her phone fall from her hand which only added to her annoyance, “what the hell,”

“My bad, mama.” Rolling her eyes she bent over to grab her phone and face a smirking jude. His eyes roamed her figure and face, “what, you started it!”

"I don't care, let me out—" he grabbed her waist, pushing her back against the sink, "don't be like that." He whispered against her neck as he leaned into her. It was clear how drunk he was now, his sluggish speech and that subtle smell of vodka. She rolled her eyes, gripping his shoulders as she allowed herself to be placed against the edge of the sink.

he whispered the lyrics of the song playing as he brushed soft kisses against her skin, stopping to nibble against her shoulder and grip her thighs. Her skin flushed as she realized she was getting the attention she’d been after the whole night. Everything else went out the window, including the reason she was mad in the first place.

“You mad at me?” He chuckled to himself, moving down to her exposed cleavage. His lips parted as he pulled the front of her dress down flicking her nipple with his thumb eliciting a shiver from the other — “shut up,” she demanded and he smiled, “yes ma’am.”

His tongue drew a shape over her left boob as his continued to massage the other, eyes looking up as she leaned her head back against the mirror, swallowing thickly. His fingers rubbed up and down her leg teasingly, stopping just below the bottom of her dress. despite his seemingly unbothered expression, he wanted nothing more than to tear her out of it.

he would. Just not now.

“spread your legs fa’ me.” She obliged, parting her thighs rather quickly, moving gently against his fingers as they snaked up closer to her pussy. She couldn’t wait any more, and he could tell she was growing impatient with him, just like she’d been irritated with him just a few minutes ago. He would make it up to her.

Jude’s thumb circled her clit as his lips engulfed hers, tongues fighting for dominance. She arched off the sink as he pushed one finger into her wetness. She wanted to ask him for more, but wasn’t gonna make him think he was forgiven.

his finger entered in and out of her at a faster pace as her slick acted as a lubricant, she gripped the edges of the sink when he added one more finger, his thumb prodding her cunt to no end. She bit her lip as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she let out an accidental whimper.

“Hmm, get up.” Jude kissed her cheek as she hopped up, he turned her around so that she could see herself in the mirror, disheveled and needy— his hands went up to her boobs again as he began to knead them desperately.

Her boobs were one of his favorite things about her, how they seemed to spill out of any top she wore, how pretty they sat. He had a fixation on just playing with them any chance he got. Worshipping her.

he finally went back to rubbing her dripping pussy other hand holding her chin to make sure she didn’t stop watching herself.

“that feel good, hm?” she slowly nodded, whimpering at the sudden loss of his digits again— however as she heard the jingle of his belt, she was more than happy.

He bent her over the sink hearing her hum softly at the cold of the sink pressing up against her front side. She played with her hardened nipple as his fisted his dick for a few seconds, before teasing her entrance. “You can take it can’t you— this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Her lips parted as his tip pressed teasingly against her hole, “fuck,” he slowly entered her from behind, his hands on her hair moving her back against his cock.

“C’mon ma, help me out.” He grunted.

She arched her back, her breath quivering as she struggled to take him all despite initial confidence.

he lifted her head so she could watch herself as he pounded into her at a steady pace. Being with a football player continuously paid off. He could last quite a while, and wouldn’t stop until he knew she felt good.

“Watch yourself, baby, while you take me.” Her eyes fluttered open as she came close to finishing just at the sight of him watching himself disappear inside her.

Her moans found their place at the back of her throat, practically choking her as he slammed into her. It was bizarre; the groans and the peculiar sound of skin clashing mixed with the music playing in the party that was literally right outside the door . The world seemed to move around them, but time stood still every time he hit that particular spot, the one that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back. 

“Jude,” she whined and moaned, almost like a plea. He responded with a grunt of his own, manhandling her as he felt her cunt clench around him. He guided her hips back against him quicker, the steady sound of skin clapping growing louder as each got closer and closer to finish.

she pushed herself back against him as he stopped for a second to clench his jaw and reposition, jude clicked his tongue quietly and without even looking up at their reflection, she knew there was a half smirk tugging at his lips. “Dirty girl.”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl, taking me so well.” She heard jude babbling further words of praise behind her, but her mind wasn’t focusing, too wrapped in the pleasure that was filling her body, threatening to spill. The noises jude was making only seemed to prolong the aftershocks of her orgasm, his soft whimpers and grunts only making her pussy ache even more despite how sensitive she was riding out her finish as her juices squirted out of her. She was certain this wasn’t a one round kind of night, and feared for when they actually got home.

He fucked his cock into her a few more times before his hips stilled, pressed flush to her ass as he came, painting her insides it filling her up so much it was already leaking from her. His forehead thudded heavily against her back, quiet whimpers filling the bathroom as his cock pulsed. He shifted his hips and she whined, clenching around him purposefully, wanting him to fill her.

“Better now?”

“Fuck you.”



#jude bellingham #jude x reader #luv444bellingham #jobe bellingham #bellingham x reader #madrid spain #jude bellingham smut #central cee #smut with plot

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Tu Querido Esposo. || Rodolfo Parra & Alejandro Vargas

Rating: G Words: 1.4K~ Tags: f!reader, you/your pronouns but no Y/N, Spanish terms of endearment, best friends to lovers, forced marriage (but not like THAT), friendly bickering, Rodolfo is in denial. Summary: Six months later, you wake up to Rodolfo in your kitchen and a shocking realization in the back of your mind. a/n: A follow-up on this one shot because @lyralein is a sweetie and this is her Roman Empire and I’m Julius Ceasar, for just a moment.

You exited the bedroom to hear rummaging amidst the kitchen cabinets. You closed the door behind you and yawned, rubbing your eyes a bit.

“¡Buenos días Rudy!” [Good morning] You exclaimed as you made your way toward the hall bathroom, only to notice Rudy’s head peeking out of the kitchen.

“¡Buenos días!” He answered. “You’re up early!” He said as he padded over your way.

He stopped at the bathroom door as you bent over the sink to wash your face with a wash cloth.

“Didn’t sleep that much. Stressed from work.” You admitted and sighed loudly. 

“Do you want a cafécito?” [espresso] He asked you as he reached over and rubbed your back.

“Yes, please… And toast?” You requested and batted your eyelashes at him, causing him to chuckle.

“On it.” He replied with a nod as he walked off to the kitchen again.

You quickly brushed your teeth, fussed with your hair for a minute, and then tip-toed over to the kitchen when you looked and felt less like death.

“You know, normally, when a person marries someone else, they don’t get a whole extra husband for free.” You quip as you enter the kitchen and slink to your seat at the table.

Rodolfo is standing at the counter peeling a mango as he waits for the toast to finish warming up in the toaster oven.

“An extra husband?” He asks as he turns to look at you with a cocked brow and an amused expression on your lips.

“Mhm. I mean, you and Alejandro are basically married.” You quip as you watch him chop the mango into thin slices with his knife, dropping them into a plate bowl.

“How are we basically married?” He asks in confusion.

“You know… You spend so much time together… You sleep over so often… You’re here every morning serving yourself to our food… You do our laundry and our dishes…” You trail off.

“Because I live down the road and he gives me a ride to base.” Rudy retorts as he takes the toast from the oven and sets it in front of you with a knife and the butter. “And normally people don’t complain when someone does their chores for them.”

“Yeah but a few years ago, when he got shot, and had to take leave, you took leave with him, so you could look after him… You stayed over, fed him, bathed him, drove him to P.T… Even when his whole family could’ve.” You add as you start buttering your toast.

“I’m just a good friend.” He replies.

“A good friend doesn’t kiss me, or Ale on the mouth.” You retort.

Exasperated, Rudy groans. “Will you ever let that go? We were playing a drinking game!”

Giggling, you bite your toast and keep looking at him with raised eyebrows and a smug little smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” He tells you, also smiling a little, amused. “I regret the day Alejandro introduced us.” He adds.

“Oh, calláte.” [shut up] You say with another giggle. “You love it.” You say with a smirk. You don’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitch to hide a smile of his own.

After looking around for a moment to make sure the coast was clear, you grabbed him by the arm, bringing him close. Your voice drops to a whisper.

“It’s okay to admit you’re in love with Ale, you know?” You tell him, watching his eyes widen and his whole face warm up red.

“Don't joke about that!” He scolds you as he pulls himself away and grabs the plate of mango slices, setting it in front of you. “We’re just friends.” He adds.

Then, Rudy turns to pour himself and you two espresso’s from the moka pot.

“We’re all friends here, Rudy… And somehow, I’m married to Alejandro and sleep in his bed.” You retort with a shrug as you bite onto your toast again.

Rodolfo scoffs a bit and takes his seat across from you, leaning back on his chair and sipping his espresso quietly.

“We’ve been friends for decades now…” He trails off. “I think it’s normal for feelings to get a bit… complicated.” He concedes.

“I get it. You almost die together enough times and lines get blurred.” You answer and nod in agreement.

“It doesn’t mean I’m in love.” He adds, defensively.

“Right.” You add and smirk smugly again as you chew your next bite of toast.

“Mhm.” He murmurs and finishes his coffee before grabbing some mango and putting it in his mouth.

“Well, if it’s any consolation…” You trail off. “I like having a second husband.” You joke.

“¡Calláte!" Rudy responds as he looks away sheepishly.

Just as you’re eating quietly, Alejandro comes into the room, making his way in noisily, his crutches clacking loudly on the tile.

“Buenos días.” He grumbles as he clomps his way along to the table. Rudy quickly hops up from his chair, pulling it back to give Alejandro his seat.

“How are you feeling, Ale?” You ask him gently as you reach across and rub his arm.

“Like shit. How do you think?” Your husband/best-friend responds in a woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed grumble.

“Well, who told you to jump from a moving jeep after a terrorist and break your ankle?” You joke with him, earning a glare and a flipping of the middle finger, which makes you laugh. That ends up putting a smile on his face.

Rodolfo moves across the kitchen to fetch Alejandro’s medication, a myriad of pills he has to take every morning while waiting for his shattered ankle to heal. After bringing them, and a glass of water, to your husband, he goes about fixing breakfast for him.

You shoot Rudy a look as if saying ‘See? You’re taking care of him like a wife!’ and he responds with a glare that definitely says ‘¡Calláte, carajo!’. [Shut the fuck up]

Afterward, while both you and Alejandro go about eating breakfast, Rodolfo stands next to the table, per lack of a chair.

“Sit.” You tell Rudy as you stand up. He knows better than to argue with you, despite only having been friends with you for half as long as Alejandro, he knows you’re annoying as all hell.

Once he takes your seat, you calmly plop yourself down on Rudy’s lap. His breath hitches and he stiffens up for a moment. “What are you-”

“There’s no more seats and I can’t sit on Alejandro’s lap because of his leg.” You reply as you lean all the way back on Rodolfo’s lap, pressing your side against his chest.

You grab his earlier fork from the bowl of mango slices and carefully feed him some, earning another deer-in-the-headlights look from him. “Eat. You’ve got work later.” You order him.

Alejandro is across the table from you, eyes locked on you as you feed Rodolfo and the poor man looks like he’s containing himself from having a heart attack, his face blushed red and sweat piling up on his forehead.

“You know, I’m the one that should be getting spoon fed, I’m the injured one.” Alejandro pipes up from his seat, making you turn your head to face him.

“I thought you didn’t like to be babied, mi querido esposo?” You quip. [my dear husband]

“I would if it’s you sitting on my lap.” He retorts and twitches his eyebrows at you playfully, which makes you scoff.

“Well, tough luck.” You add as you turn to feed Rodolfo again. “Besides, Rudy is always taking care of you. He needs to be babied sometimes too.” You add.

Alejandro feigns a scowl. “I’m starting to think you’re conspiring against me, you both.” He quips. “My own best friends, one of which happens to be my wife-” He says in feign injury.

“Rudy is basically your husband too at this point.” You retort, which causes Rudy to flush red again.

“I already told you, I’m not-” He tries to say.

“Sorry, my mistake. My own best friends, both of which happen to be married to me-” Alejandro corrects himself in his mock-complaint, having caught the way the idea of being called ‘married’ to him makes Rudy squirm.

Rodolfo groans. “Really, Coronel?” He asks, sheepishly.

You end up giggling and shake your head. “I told you, Rudy.”

“I hate you both.” Rudy sighs. “If we were married, I’d want a divorce, you’re both insufferable.” He complains.

“We wouldn’t let you.” Alejandro quickly quips.

“As if we’d let you.” You say as the same time.

You and Alejandro look at each other and then start laughing, which you both a glare from Rodolfo, before his own face morphs into a little smirk.

#ikea writes 💚 #alejandro vargas x reader #Alejandro Vargas #cod x reader #cod fanfic #masterlist #rodolfo parra #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #alejandro x rodolfo

[hearts4kaulitz]

DIY HAIR SALON,

(bill x gn! reader)

BILL HAD BEEN TRYING TO GET THE GEL OUT OF HIS HAIR FOR THE PAST 30 MINUTES, it was about 9pm and you were staying over at the kaulitz house for a sleepover with tom and him.

you could tell he was frustrated from the agitated grunts and groans that left the bathroom ever 2 minutes.

you stifled a laughter as you heard him, “scheiße!” he yelled as he yanked at his messed up hair what was doing everything but cooperating with him.

tom was watching tv playing absolutely no mind to his brothers rant, you of course had stood up and began to walk towards the bathroom door.

“bill, you need help in there?” you asked fighting back a smirk as the door swung open after a few seconds.

bill just nodded with wide eyes in a pleading look as his hair stuck up in all different directions he looked he had been electrocuted,

you pursed your lips together in an attempt to stop your laughter as bill spoke up, “you can laugh.” he frowned. he was upset but he still found your reaction quite amusing.

“sorry. you just look like you have really fucked up liberty spikes.” you choked out in between giggles as a small smile found the raven haired boys face.

“now, let me actually help you.” you grinned as bill nodded and stepped back so you could enter the bathroom.

you looked at the counter that was scattered with all types of brushes and detangle spray. you shook your head in amusement before you turned to him.

“you have to wash it out silly.” you bubbled as the boys mouth opened in shock as laughter erupted in between you two.

after the small giggling fit you grabbed some shampoo and set it on the counter. “were gonna wash your hair in the sink cause its like way easier.”

bill looked at you like you were crazy before mumbling something under his breath about it, you turned on the faucet as water started to pour out.

“do i really have to?” he asked with a look of dissatisfaction. “if you want me to help you yes.” he rolled his eyes and bent over to where the water touched his hair.

“its cold!” bill squeaked as he quickly lifted his head up from the water as he threw his head back, getting you wet. “bill!” you exclaimed as you jumped back.

“sorry! its freezing though!” he frowned as you quickly turned on the hot water and ran it under your hands. “there princess.” you joked.

“shutup…” he mumbled before sticking his head back under the faucet and closing his eyes.

you grabbed the shampoo bottle that was scented like strawberries off the counter and poured a bit into your hands. “keep yours eyes shut.” you said as bill obligated.

you massaged the soap throughout bills hair as he hummed quietly, he actually found it quite relaxing.

soon all the gel had washed out as you grabbed a towel and dried off your hands before handing it to him.

bill turned off the faucet and began to dry his hair, you fought a blush that rose to your cheeks. he looked really fucking attractive.

“you might as well take a photo.” he joked as snapped out of the very intense staring session. you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

he sat the towel down, “thanks cutie.” he grinned as you blushed, a small smirk rose to your lips.

“your welcome princess.” you teased as you pecked his cheek gently before walking back to the couch leaving bill a flustered mess.

#x reader #kaulitz twins #ynstories #bill kaulitz #ao3 #bill x reader #tokio hotel #hearts4kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz

[maxillness]

“I want this one” // Smut

Pronounces used: She/Her

Paring: sub!Mads Mikkelsen x dom!short!wife!reader

Warnings: Sex (p/v), oral (r receiving), bathroom sex

Summary: Y/N is into oversized clothes, but she doesn’t have any shirts to sleep in, so she asks Mads if she can borrow one of his. He gives in and gives her one, but seeing her in his clothes makes him turned on

Word count: 1014

A/N: Remember when I said that the Jack Thompson post was the filthiest I’ve ever written. This tops that

“Hey, darling?” Y/N poked her head through the door towards the living room where Mads was sitting watching tv

“Yes? What does my pretty queen desire?” He always used royal names towards her

“Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in? I don’t have any” She asked with puppy eyes

“Our closet is 95% filled with your clothes” He said not answering her question

“I don’t have any” She pouted and batched her eyelashes which made him turn of the tv, stand up, walk towards their bedroom and look in their closet

“Look. You have two shelves filled with shirts you can wear to sleep” He pointed to the two shelves as Y/N stood behind him and snaked her arms around his waist

“They’re too small. They go to my hips” She said as she kissed Mads’ shoulder blade before walking towards the bed and sat on it “And none of them smell like you” She added as she smiled

“Fine. You can have this” He said as he took a t-shirt from the closet and threw it towards her and closed the closet

“No” She said and stood up as she walked toward him “I want this one” She pulled him closer by his belt and put her hands under his shirt

“Do you, now?” He bent down while lifting her a little to kiss her on the lips “Well, you can’t have it”

“Why?” She asked as she roamed his upper body with her hands

“Because it’s my favourite” Y/N knew that. He always wore it when he was home

“I’ll take good care of it” She said as she started kissing his neck

“Fine. You can wear it” He finally gave in and took his shirt off and gave it to her

“Thank you, love” She said kissed his hands before putting it on and walked out of the bed room to the on suite bathroom to brush her teeth

As she brushed her teeth, she could feel the presence of her husband behind her. She looked in the mirror to see him leaning against the four frame-- shirtless

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” She chuckled before she held her hair back to spit out in the sink

“Sorry, I don’t have my phone on me,” He said as he started walking towards her and putting his hands on her waist as he started kissing her neck “You know you’re pretty, right?” He said between kisses

“You know you need a shirt, right?” She said as she leaned on the counter

“I don’t need one right now” He said trailing his hands up and down her body under the shirt

“Are you sure you can handle it, baby? I mean, you’re getting quite old” She always joked about his age because there were an age gap between them

“Excuse me” He stopped kissing her neck. He hooked one of his fingers under her chin and turned her head towards him, so he could look straight into her eyes instead of through the mirror

“I swear to god-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence before she was interrupted

“What? You swear about what?”

Y/N turned them around so that Mads’ lower back was back against the counter “If there’s gonna be any hickeys, I’m gonna fucking kill you”

“You’re cute when you’re angry” He said with and smiled and kissed her after. She wanted to pull away, but at the same time, she loved his kisses and his hands around her waist with a burning passion “I want you right here, right now” He said as he pulled away from the kiss

“Get on your knees. Now” He turned them both around quickly, and got to his knees immediately “Pull them off” The whole time he was pulling her panties down, he was looking up at her, knowing that if he didn’t, she would force him to “Good boy” She said once they were off and kicked away “Go on. Have your fun”

He placed one leg over his shoulder, granting him better access. He started nice and slow, and as Y/N’s breaths were getting heavier and faster, he would speed up as she started moaning

Her knuckles started turning white from the harsh grip on the counter. She took one of her hands and ran it through her husband's hair. She tried to run it through his hair again, but stopped midway as she had to grip on

“Please, baby. Don’t stop. Feels so fucking good” It barely came out between the loud moans, but he heard it

A minute went by, and he stopped. She wasn’t angry, they had made that deal

“Lift me up, baby” She stood up, put his hands under her thighs and lifted her up on the counter. He walks closer to her, so he was standing in between her legs

While she was desperate to get his belt up and get his cock out, he just wanted to kiss her passionately. He managed to get a few kiss in before she had gotten his cock out of his pants

She spat in her palm, and rubbed it on and stroked a few times before she was pulled to the edge of the counter

She started kissing his neck which was his cue to just put the tip in. Once they both were ready, he put it all in. He didn’t move until Y/N was ready, but she was fairly quickly

Once again he started slow, but once Y/N started complaining about how slow he was, he started going faster

Soon, the only thing that filled the bathroom, was the sound of skin clapping, and both of their loud moans

“Don’t stop, baby. I’m almost there” Y/N moaned clinging to his neck

“Fuck you feel good, love” He said quickly after which sent her I’ve r the edge and he came quick after

After they cleaned up, they went to bed

“I’m not gonna get my shirt back, am I?” He asked tired

“No”

#mads Mikkelsen x reader #mads Mikkelsen x reader smut #Mads Mikkelsen #smut

[pulisicsgirl]

his girls (pt. 2) - christian pulisic

summary: Y/N goes into labor while watching one of Christian's games, and he is the sweetest, most supportive husband through the entire process

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings/tags: brief mentions of morning sickness, descriptions of hospitals and childbirth, a bit of sweet, dad!puli fluff, best friend!mason being the best ever

requested: yes!! here

notes: here's the part two of that request! I changed the end of it to give it a little bit more of a realistic timeline, but I hope you still like it! I have several Mason requests in my inbox, so I'll be working on those soon! Thank you all for reading!

read part one here

You took a long look at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, trying to make sense of the strange feeling that had been hanging over your head from the moment you woke up. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You couldn’t even identify what you were feeling—it wasn’t anxiety or dread, it wasn’t a giddiness or excitement. It was just there.

Your belly got in the way as you bent over the sink, washing out your mouth and tossing your toothbrush in the cup, now a mere two weeks from the fateful due date. As you stood back up, a dull aching that began in your lower back spread across the bottom of your round belly. You steadied yourself on the sink, pressing a hand to your stomach with a frown on your face.

This was new.

Before you could think too much about it, the bathroom door opened, revealing Christian, dressed and ready to leave. Chelsea had a home game today, and it was nearing time for him to leave in order to be there in time for warm-ups and such.

“Hey, I’m about to—are you okay?” Concern instantly washed over his face as your slightly hunched over posture. He stepped to your side, steadying you with one hand on your waist and the other on the side of your belly.

You forced a smile on your face, determined to reassure him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you spoke, but Christian didn’t miss the hesitation in your tone. “She’s just kicking really hard this morning.”

His eyes seemed to search every part of your face for several long moments—he wasn’t convinced, but also didn’t want to be pushy. He finally lets out a sigh, breathing a short “okay” before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he can with your belly in between the two of you before he speaks again.

“I’m about to leave, but Mason will be here in a couple of hours to pick you up for the game, okay?”

You nodded, beaming up at your husband. This was the first time in the last few months that you felt halfway decent during the week leading up to a home game, and after a lot of persuasion on your part, you convinced Christian that you would be fine if you attended the game. You missed watching him play from the seats of Stamford Bridge, and you wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

Knowing this, Christian had agreed, with the stipulation that Mason, who wasn’t currently playing due to injury, would pick you up, drive you to the stadium, and stay with you for the duration of the game. Mason had happily agreed to these terms, excited to get to spend time with you, as the two of you had become good friends over the years. Once the plan had been set in place, the excitement had overtaken you for the last couple of days, excited to finally be getting out and doing something that felt normal again.

“Alright, I’ll see you before kickoff, then,” Christian smiled down at you, placing a heartfelt kiss to your lips before he released you from his arms. He quickly knelt in front of you, kissing your stomach. “You be good today, alright?”

He stood and, after kissing you once more, walked out of the bathroom to leave for the stadium. As soon as you heard the front door close behind him, you let out a long groan as another wave of sharp pain passed across your belly. You leaned down, resting your forehead on the bathroom counter as you bent at the waist, hoping to stretch your back or your hips in some way to relieve some of the pain.

As quickly as it came, the pain passed, and you stood up straight once again, letting out a long breath. You were determined to make it to this game today. You certainly missed attending them, but more importantly, you knew Christian missed having you there (though he would never say it, unwilling to make you feel guilty for being so sick these last few months).

You changed into some comfortable maternity leggings and a XL Chelsea jersey with “PULISIC” written across the shoulders—one Christian had bought you a couple of months ago when he realized that you wouldn’t be able to wear any of yours (or his, for that matter). You then spent most of the next couple of hours laying on the couch, flat on your back, trying to breathe through short waves of pain as they continued to come and go.

You had convinced yourself that they were just false contractions, “Braxton Hicks,” as your doctor had explained them. They weren’t close together, so it was probably fine. Nothing to worry about at all.

That didn’t change the fact that they hurt like hell.

The doorbell rang and, being too lazy to get up an walk over to the front door, you simply yelled “it’s open!” down the hallway, knowing it would be Mason arriving to drive you to Stamford Bridge.

“Hey, there stranger!” Mason quipped, walking into the living room with a bounce in his step. You giggled at his remark, greeting him in return. “How have you been?”

“Oh, this little one is keeping me on my toes, but I’m doing alright,” you smiled at him, figuring he didn’t need all the details of your morning sickness, swollen ankles, or the copious number of times that you had to pee during the night.

You slowly rolled onto your side, something that had become normal for you as your pregnancy progressed—the extra weight and large belly certainly limited your mobility. Mason smiled at you, offering his hands to help you into a sitting position, which you gladly accepted.

Sitting on the edge of the cushion, you grabbed one of your sneakers, which you were glad you had the forethought to leave next to the couch before you laid down. You bent awkwardly, attempting to slip the shoe onto your foot.

“Need some help?” Mason asked sweetly.

“Would you mind?” you replied, feeling a little embarrassed. But Mason was already kneeling on the carpet next to your feet, taking the shoe from your hand. “Christian usually has to and up doing this for me, these days.” The two of you laughed.

Mason tied the laces of your sneakers, being sure to check with you to make sure they were neither too tight or too loose. He stood and helped you to your feet next to him, pulling you into a quick hug, since he hadn’t had the chance to do so when he first greeted you and you thanked him for his help.

You grabbed your bag (which Mason quickly snatched from your hands and tossed over his own shoulder), and the two of you walked out the front door.

Before you knew it, you had made it into Stamford Bridge, passing through security, walking through a few hallways before you found your way to the private box behind the players’ bench. You were able to catch Christian before he ran out onto the field to start the game, giving him a quick kiss and wishing him luck for the upcoming 90 minutes. He still seemed concerned with your slightly abnormal behavior, but you brushed him off again, sending him back to his team. He sent Mason a quick thanks, knowing that you would be in good hands, did his best to push his concern for you to the back of his mind, and left to go line up in the tunnel.

You settled into the hard stadium seats next to Mason, watching as the players filed out onto the pitch in two lines. The usual anthem played and the players greeted one another before they lined up for the opening whistle.

You watched Christian as he bounced on his toes, stretching lightly before the game began and shaking his hands to rid himself of any nerves. A sharp gasp left your lips as the pain returned, this time more intense than you had expected it to be.

Mason noticed this, and his eyebrows were furrowed in concern when you looked over at his face. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you repeated the lie you had told Christian that morning and turned back to face the pitch, unable to look him in the eye. You tried to breathe slowly through your nose to keep from ringing any more alarm bells in Mason’s head. The whistle blew, and the players began moving around the pitch, passing the ball between them.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes into the game before the pain returned, a sharp pain that spread across your lower back, your pelvis—all of it. Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed Mason’s arm that was resting on the armrest next to you. The soft whimper that left your lips, paired with your grip on his arm, caused Mason to turn quickly to you. Your eyebrows were drawn together, lips pressed into a line, and he knew something wasn’t right with you.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

You could hear the concern in his voice, though you couldn’t see his face, your eyes shut tightly. You didn’t reply for a moment, just trying to make it through the wave of pain. You felt Mason’s hand on you knee, rubbing it slowly as he wasn’t sure what to do to help you.

It finally subsided, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You blinked your eyes open, and found Mason’s eyes wide with concern for you. “What’s going on?” he repeated.

“I just…” you sighed. “I’ve been feeling some pain this morning, but I figured they were just Braxton Hicks contractions, but… I’m not so sure now.” Mason could see the fear in your eyes, and he felt helpless, not knowing what to do to help the situation.

“Would it help to get up? Maybe walk around a bit?” he suggested the first thing he could think of. You nodded and he helped you out of your seat, guiding you out of the box down into the player lounge.

Mason sat on one of the benches, bouncing his leg erratically. His eyes flickered back and forth between a screen that was showing the game and you, walking slowly up and down the lounge. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by watching you as you paced, but he was too worried to take his eyes off of you for longer than a few seconds.

Meanwhile, you were doing your best to take long, slow breaths—in through your nose, out through your mouth. The pain came and went, but your slow walking seemed to be helping the slightest bit.

After a few minutes, Mason approached you. “How you feeling?” he asked hesitantly.

“A little better,” you spoke, but seemingly too soon. You winced as another surge of pain began, and Mason reached out to hold you by your arms in order to keep you steady.

One moment, you were breathing through the pain, holding tightly to Mason’s forearms. The next, you felt a rush of fluid between your legs, soaking the material of your leggings. Your heart sank, blood running cold as you looked up at Mason with wide eyes.

This couldn’t be happening.

No, you thought, it’s still two weeks until the due date. But that didn’t seem to matter. The fact was: your water had just broken and this baby was coming.

Your heart began pounding, and Mason quickly guided you to one of the benches, sitting you down as he took control of the situation. “You stay right here. Don’t move, okay?” He squeezed your arms gently as he sat you down, trying to pull you from the state of shock you seemed to be in. “Just breathe. I’m gonna go get Christian.” He kissed the top of your head, stepping away from you to jog to the door that you knew led to the tunnel.

Mason grabbed the first employee he could find. “Go to Frank Lampard and tell him he needs to sub Christian Pulisic off right now. It’s an emergency!” They seemed confused but nodded anyway. They headed down the tunnel to speak to the coach, and Mason ran quickly to the locker room, collecting the things from Christian’s cubby before running back to your side.

He sat Christian’s bag on the bench before sitting next to you, taking your hand in his as you breathed through a new contraction. He placed his freed hand on your back, rubbing soft circles into it.

Out on the pitch, a noise of confusion passed over the crowd as the official lifted the board over his head with a Chelsea player at his side, signaling that a substitution was being made. A glowing number 10 on the board told everyone that Christian was being subbed off after only 15 minutes. The fans were confused and frustrated, a chorus of boos ringing out at the coaching staff’s decision.

The substitution was as much of a surprise to Christian as it was to everyone else. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, seeming offended by the early substitution. As he jogged over to the sideline, he tried to discern why he would be taken off so soon. He had felt that he was having a pretty good game so far, getting a couple good crosses and creating a few chances.

He patted his teammate on the back as he crossed over the sideline, still slightly angry.

He tried to brush past Lampard to get to the bench, figuring he could work it out at halftime, but Frank grabbed him by the upper arm before he could pass him.

“Mason said we needed to get you off the pitch. Said it was an emergency,” he spoke quietly to Christian, hand covering his mouth to preserve any privacy he could.

A chill ran down Christian’s spine at his words. “I gotta go,” he spoke to the gaffer, eyes wide.

Frank nodded, with a quick,  “Go. They’re in the lounge.” He had caught up with Christian after returning to the club and knew the situation.

Christian barely waited for his response, running down the tunnel, leaving behind a stadium full of confused fans.

When he barges into the lounge, he find you and Mason sitting on the bench. Your eyes are closed and you’re breathing slowly as Mason runs his thumb over your knuckles. Christian is instantly at your side, kneeling on the floor in front of you as he takes your free hand into his.

“Hey, baby,” he did his best to slow his racing heart, wanting to be strong for you.

“Hey,” you replied with a pained giggle at his heavy breathing.

“Is this happening right now?” He squeezed your knee gently.

“I think so, yeah,” you laughed.

He stood, kissing your forehead before he pulled his sneakers out of his bag, changing out of his boots and tall socks, shoving them back into the bag. He helped you to your feet. “Ready to go?” he asked and you nodded in response, unable to stop the nerves that were settling in your stomach. “Alright, let’s do this,” he smiled at you in his best attempt to be encouraging.

“Best of luck, you guys,” Mason spoke, hugging you both. “You’re gonna do great,” he said while you were in his arms. He spoke to both you and Christian but squeezed your shoulders to reassure you especially.

Christian took your hand in his, guiding you to the back exit of the stadium. He moved quickly, sure to be cautious of your situation as he tossed his bag in the back before helping you into the passenger seat.

The drive to the hospital was quiet. No music played as Christian held your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb when he heard you breathing heavily due to another contraction. His fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited for the traffic light to turn green.

Once you had arrived at the hospital, it was a whirlwind of events. Christian led you inside, explaining to the receptionist what was happening, and in an instant, they had you in a wheelchair, placing a ID band on your wrist and wheeling you to a hospital room. Before long they had you in a hospital gown, hooked up to all sorts of monitors and a nurse had come in to place an IV in your arm.

It all felt like it was happening too fast. Your head was spinning, overwhelmed by the sudden changes combined with the numerous emotions running through you right now. You were scared for the birthing process, excited to meet your little girl, worried that something would go wrong, hoping that your baby was healthy. Another contraction tore through you, and they were getting more intense and more frequent as time passed.

Christian pulled you from your spinning thoughts, sitting on the edge of your bed. His palm caressed your cheek softly, pulling your attention to him.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m here with you, okay?” he reassured you. He could practically see the thoughts swirling in a cloud above your head as your eyes had been darting around the room of busy nurses as they prepared for the arrival of your little girl. A nurse stood at your bedside, hanging a bag of IV fluids to keep you hydrated. Another was wheeling in a small cot for the baby to be placed in upon her arrival. Another was organizing various tools on a cart near the edge of the room, ensuring that the doctor would have anything they may need.

Christian’s thumb stroked gently across your cheekbone. Your eyes finally settled on his soft features, and you immediately felt a little more grounded.

“What do you need right now?”

“I… I don’t know,” you breathed.

“That’s okay,” he smiled at you, kissing your forehead in hopes of calming your nerves. He rested his forehead on yours, keeping your attention on him instead of the anxiety-inducing whirlwind in the room around you. “You’re doing great.”

You smiled at him, taking a deep breath as you looked into each other’s eyes. The moment that you shared calmed your racing heart, signified by the slowed beeping of the heart monitor.

Unbeknownst to you both, an older nurse in the room had noticed the change, turning to see the two of you, foreheads pressed together as Christian whispered softly to you. She nudged the nurse next to her, a younger girl who was in the first years of her career, tilting her head toward the bed. The two of them shared a knowing look, smiling to themselves as they quietly went back to their work.

After the initial frenzy of getting checked in and put into a room, labor turned out to be a long, slow, and miserable process. Fitting, you thought, after the kind of pregnancy you’d had. The doctor had come in a few times to greet you and Christian and did a couple of exams to see how far along you were. Progress is slow, but it’s there, she’d told you.

Christian had changed out of his football kit and called both of your families to let them know what was going on, promising to keep them updated as things progressed. After that, he hadn’t left your side, holding your hand through long, painful contractions and feeding you ice chips in between.

After a long contraction ended, you began to relax, taking a breath and looking over to where he was sitting in a chair by your bed, elbows resting on the mattress while he held your hand in both of his. His soft brown eyes shone in the soft lighting, and you admired the freckles scattered over his nose and cheeks.

You pulled your hand from his, reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin. He held your wrist, turning his head to quickly place a kiss to your palm. You felt your eyes get misty, tears springing to the surface.

“Thank you for being here,” you whispered, your lower lip wobbling as you spoke. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he beamed at you, reaching across your body to hold your free hand. “I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

“I love you, too Christian.” Before you could finish your sentence, another contraction began and you screwed your eyes shut, unable to stop the whimper that you let out. You felt Christian press his lips to your temple, now standing next to your head. He began whispering words of encouragement into your ears, talking you through the contraction.

A few more hours passed, and you were getting restless. You were desperate to be rid of the nearly constant discomfort and pain that you were feeling—desperate to hold your baby girl in your arms. You had gotten out of bed a couple of times, walking a couple of laps through the halls of the hospital with Christian after the doctor told you it could help relieve the intensity of your contractions and help move the progression of labor along more quickly. Christian walked slowly at your side, stopping and supporting you by your arms when another contraction would come.

Finally, back in the room, the doctor examined you one final time, letting you know that you were fully dilated and it was time to start pushing.

Anxiety ran through you immediately. Sure, you had spent the entire day wishing to be at this point so you could be finished with the whole process, but now, you were terrified.

Christian noticed the sudden change in your demeanor as the hospital staff began moving around the room again, preparing for your baby’s impending arrival. He took your face in his hands as he stood by the bed.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he repeated the same encouragement he gave you a few hours ago. “You can do this. I’m gonna be right here the whole time, okay? I’ve got you.” You nodded in response, but he could still see the worry in your eyes.

Everything was ready. The doctor was sitting in a chair at your feet, your legs placed in the stirrups of the bed. She talked you through what was about to happen, telling you to go ahead and push the next time you felt a contraction. You glanced towards Christian, and he smiled at you softly, nodding his head in encouragement. It wasn’t long before the first contraction hit and you begin pushing, crying out at the pain that seemed to tear its way through you.

Christian kept his promise, standing at your side the whole time. He held your hand, encouraging you to squeeze it as tightly as you needed to. He pressed soft kisses to your now-sweaty forehead, mumbling sweet encouragements in your ear about how incredible you were and how soon you were going to be able to hold your little girl.

What felt like hours (but had likely only been 20 minutes or so) had passed, and Christian could tell you were losing motivation. The nurses were doing their best to encourage you, patting your leg and cheering you on. It was a difficult process, but he thought you were doing it perfectly. You had never looked more beautiful than you did right now, he thought, in a drab, plain hospital gown, with sweat beading over your forehead, causing stray hairs to stick to it.

“I can see her head!” the doctor smiled up at the two of you from her seat at the end of the bed. “Keep going! You’re almost there!” With a renewed determination, you pushed hard, letting out a loud groan. Christian continued mumbling encouragement in your ear, using his free hand to brush the hairs out of your face, stroking his hand lovingly over then top of your head.

“One more! You’re almost done!” the doctor called out between contractions.

You breathed heavily, trying to relax in the short time of relief you had before the next contraction came.

“She’s almost here, baby! You’re doing amazing!” Christian said excitedly to you, a smile spreading over his face at the idea that you would be meeting your baby so soon. He brought your hand to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of it. He gave it a quick squeeze, encouraging you to make it through these last few moments.

It was another whirlwind of movement and emotions as you gave one final push and your baby was finally born. Her cries rang out into the room, and a wave of relief crashed over you. The doctor quickly placed the baby on your chest, a couple of soft towels wrapped around her as one of the nurses wiped over her face.

Several nurses called out their congratulations and encouragement, but you were just looking down at your baby.

Your little girl.

Her eyes were clamped shut, mouth open as she continued to wail. Her tiny fingers were grabbing at the skin of your chest as you held her tightly to you. You patted her back, trying to soothe her crying.

When you looked over at Christian, there were tears spilling down his cheeks, leaving trails in their wake that shone in the light. You used your thumb to wipe away another tear that had fallen. He brought his hand up to rest over yours on your baby’s back. She began to slowly calm down, her loud cries reduced to soft whimpers and coos, and you were sure the was the most adorable noise you had ever heard.

An hour later, Christian was sitting in the hospital bed beside you, cradling his daughter in his arms as you rested your head on his shoulder.

The nurses had taken her briefly to get her cleaned up. The umbilical cord had been cut and the placenta delivered. The doctor had gotten you cleaned up, stating that the birth had gone very well, with almost no unexpected damage done to your body, and you had finally been able to eat again.

You had fed your baby for the first time, and Christian marveled at the sight of it, enamored with the fact that you were able to produce your own milk to nourish her.

Christian had called some friends and family to let them know that the baby was here, and both of your parents were on their way over to meet their new granddaughter.

But for now, it was just the three of you: you, your loving husband, and your sweet, tiny daughter.

Christian put his arm around your shoulders, and you laid your head on his bare chest looking down to the sleeping baby. After a nurse had begun explaining the importance of skin-to-skin contact for bonding in the early days of your baby’s life, Christian had quickly torn his shirt over his head before taking the baby in his arms and cradling her against his chest. So now, he held you both in his arms, feeling his daughter’s soft breaths on his chest. You brought your hand up, nudging her hand, and she immediately wrapped her tiny little fingers around one of yours.

His heart seemed to swell with pride, feeling like it had grown 3 sizes that day. He thought that it couldn’t possibly be big enough to hold all of the love he felt for you both, feeling it spill over. His eyes felt misty as he looked down at you, wiggling your finger to bounce her hand slightly.

He kissed the top of your head, squeezing you both a little tighter. He felt completely content there with both of you in his arms.

His girls.

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Can you write a Steddie x reader where the boys are like super possessive of her and she goes out without telling them and she almost get hurt so they punish her

Idk if this makes any sense but 😭

Here ya go, anonymous angel! I hope I did your request justice :)

Word Count: 1783

Warnings: Jason being a douche, Daddy/Sir Steddie, Punishment (ignoring), Smut

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?”

“When one of us calls you know you’re supposed to answer.”

“I swear to God, little one, if you are at that fucking party.”

“Wow, sweetheart. You have balls.”

“Answer. The. Phone.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

That last message was sent to your phone 15 minutes ago and you shuddered at the words. It was never a good thing when a threat was followed by silence. 

You just wanted a fun night out and more than anything you wanted it with them but they were so stubborn sometimes. Both boys refused and when you mentioned going alone, they practically forbad it. 

You should have listened to them. You should have stayed home or at least sent them a text telling them you were ok. You’d be lying though if a part of you wasn’t excited at the thought of the punishment you would receive. 

“Hey Y/N. Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight? Where are your attachments?”

You raised you glass at Jason as you shrugged. “No idea. Probably somewhere pouting.”

You bit your lip at the sound of your audacity. You’d never say something like that with them around. What is wrong with me?

“Well shit. Look at you! Do you want to dance?”

You were startled as your phone vibrated in your pocket, quickly unlocking the screen to take a look. Your breath caught in your throat at the image of you and Jason talking to each other as your head swiveled around the room frantically. 

“Don’t do it, little girl. Or else we’ll do more than just pout.”

“Yes or no, Y/N?”

“I-I-I…”

“Baby, any other girl would be dying just to be asked.” Jason slowly began backing you into the wall. “Now, normally, I would have told you to fuck off by now but the fact that you fuck that freak intrigues me. Maybe you need a real man to show you how it’s done.”

As he began his rant, your face cringed but as soon as he insulted Eddie, your demeanor changed entirely into an angry one. 

“I assure you, Jason. Eddie and Steve know exactly how it’s done. All you could do is show me why I prefer them over you, you fucking asshole.”

His eyes went wild as he grabbed your arm, tugging you through the house, and pushing you out his front door onto the gravel. “Then get the fuck out of my house if you’re going to be like that!”

As he turned to go back inside a ring studded hand connected with his face knocking him backwards as he fell to the ground next to you. Steve bent down to collect you in his arms and you promptly locked your own around his neck. 

“Munson! Come on, man.”

Eddie panted as he looked down at the now cowering former jock. “If you ever touch her like that again I swear this will be much worse.” He lightly taps his cheek as he rises to his feet.

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The entire car ride home was silent; you knew better than to speak. As soon as they parked, Eddie opened the door for you and lifted you in his arms, carrying you inside and placing you gently on the kitchen counter. As he takes off your shoes, you hear the sound of Steve riffling around in the bathroom before reappearing with a wash rag and a first aid kit. 

When Jason pushed you, you scrapped your knee on the concrete. The metalhead leaned back against the sink as he watched the other man clean you up and take care of you. Even though they were trying to remain calm, you could still feel their anger radiating off them. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. I-I-I just wanted us to-to go out and spend time together.”

“So you went to Jason’s party alone?”, Eddie asked with distain. “How did that work out for you?”

“I begged you guys to come with me!”

“Oh, I see! So, she went alone to punish us. Did you hear that, Steve? Like we belong to her!”

Steve eyes never left you as he leaned back to watch you both fight. It was never a good sign when he was quiet like this when he was upset with you. 

“And see my favorite part is not only did you go, but you ignored us and then had the audacity to mock us openly to an asshole like Jason Carver. What did that have to do with wanting to spend time with us?!”

“I was pissed at you! You’re both so stubborn sometimes!”

Annoyance flashed through Steve’s eyes as Eddie stepped forward, completely prepared to reprimand you before the other man cut him off, placing a hand on his chest and crashing his lips to his own. 

You squeaked in surprise as the metalhead pulled back to glance over his friend’s face before nodding and locking lips with him again. 

Eddie pushed him back against the countertop you were sitting on, his lips trailing down Steve’s neck as he lifted the boy’s shirt. Completely thrown off guard you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing. You knew they were mad but… they had begun playing… maybe I…

You reached out to caress Steve’s cheek but instead of kissing the pads of your fingers or leaning over to capture your lips, he turned away from you. 

“D-D-Daddy?”

His mouth opened as he moaned, Eddie unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants to the floor, enveloping Steve’s cock between his lips. 

“F-fuck, Ed. Yes.” He licked his lips as his head fell back against the cabinet, his fingers playing with the metalhead’s hair. “God that feels so fucking good. Mmm… always such a good boy.”

When you try to touch him again, Steve’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the counter. “Such a good fucking boy.”, he repeats. “You always respond when I call. Don’t you, Eddie?”

Eddie’s lips pop off the man in front of him as he rises to his feet, continuing to stroke him as his mouth finds his again. “I do. It’s…it’s polite…Plus…I want to talk to you.”, the metalhead answers between kisses. 

“I want to talk to you both…” You tone comes out meek, hating that they are ignoring you. Even just the smallest glance your way would be enough. 

Steve steps out of his jeans, gripping Eddie’s arms as they dodge around you and head for the bedroom. Usually, one of them would have helped you down and it killed you that they didn’t. 

“Daddy? Sir? Please…” You felt the tears sting your eyes as you carefully hopped down and slowly shuffled to your shared bedroom. Depending on the punishment they delivered sometimes you enjoyed it immensely like the spanking or when they would shove their cocks down your throat while you were tied to the bed. This was different. They were ignoring you completely as if you weren’t even there. 

Now you were the one somewhere pouting…

You found them on the bed, Eddie now completely undressed and under Steve as they passionately kissed each other’s lips. You placed yourself on the corner of the mattress, crossing your legs as you turned towards them. 

“Fuck me, Steve. I need to feel you.”

He wasted no time, lifting Eddie’s legs around his waist as he guided his cock into him. The moan that left them had your pussy clenching but you knew better than to touch yourself. You were in trouble and you didn’t want to make them angrier. This was torture enough. 

“Jesus, Eddie. So—mmm—so fucking tight. It’s…it’s to bad…baby girl isn’t here.”

“Yeah… the party was probably… fuck… probably worth it though.”

“Yeah, she obviously…knows better than…us, right? Mmm—she can take care of herself now.”

Steve reached between them, stroking Eddie’s cock as he thrust into him faster. The metalhead’s face scrunched with pleasure as rope after rope of his seed hit Steve’s stomach above him. The other boy chased his own release for his hips stuttered and he roughly pumped his spend into the man below him. 

After gradually pulling out, Steve got up grabbing another rag as he cleaned himself before taking care of Eddie. When they finally looked at you, your chin was to your chest as tears flowed. You felt the bed under you move and suddenly arms incased themselves around you as you were pulled onto a lap. 

“I’m-I’m s-s-sorry.”, you hiccupped in the littlest voice they had ever heard from you. “I-I-I deserved this.”

Fingers ran through your hair as you cried, your body curling into the chest holding you. 

“You didn’t like being ignored. Did you, baby?”

“No, Daddy. I didn’t like it.”

“Why didn’t you text or call us back? Is it because you knew you weren’t supposed to be there?” You nod your head at his question. “Then, honey, why were you there?”

“I was m-m-mad at you guys. You’ve both been so busy lately with work. I thought it would be fun to go to a party like we used to in school.”

“You’re right, pretty girl. We have been away from the house a lot these past few weeks. The reason we told you no was because it was Jason’s party. Maybe we should have been clearer or come up with an alternative activity.” Eddie leans forward to grip your chin turning you to look at him. “I hope you know it wasn’t because we didn’t want to spend time with you or anything. We miss you to, sweetheart.”

“You do?”

“Of course, Y/N. We love you. I know we can be a bit hardheaded but…Eddie’s right. We should have at least come up with something else we could have done together. Now, that doesn’t excuse you disobeying us and going there.”

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry. I learned my lesson though!”

Steve’s hand slides under your leg, extending it out so they can look at the bandage on your knee. 

“Bastard is lucky I didn’t fucking kill him.”, Eddie growled. 

“Do you think you’re up for the rest of your punishment?”, Steve asked as he held you closer.

“Rest of!? That wasn’t it?”

They both laugh at your surprised reaction. “Honey, you snuck away, talked back, ignored our calls and texts, and said we were somewhere fucking pouting!”, Steve chuckled. “That last one makes me think you forgot the type of men you belong to. We are more than happy to remind you.”

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My biggest regret

Chapter ten

I think it’s time I wrap this story up cause I’m bored 🙄

Anyways 600 likes or I’m quitting tumblr 👹

Muah 🩷

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"Chan?" She questioned trying to squint her eyes. "Chan is that you?" The guy on the bed sat up and his face was now clearly visible. It wasn't Chan but instead it was someone that looked like him.

"Oh My God, I'm so sorry," her  face went pale as the feeling of embarrassment quickly crawled up her face. If that wasn't Chan (Thank God) where was Chan?

She quickly closed the door and looked around feeling helpless. Why couldn't she find him? Where was he hiding? Was he with another girl? Her brain started to overthink. The jump scare she just received being the cause of it.

"Hey? Y/n? You okay?" A soft voice yelled over the loud music playing.

"No Hyun, I don't know where Chan is and 2/8 of the boys are really wasted, I want to go home," she frowned.

"Hey, look at me," his hand softly touched her chin and guided her face in his direction, "I'll help you yeah? No need to get worked up," he was slowly getting closer to her. His body heat radiating against her.

"Thank you so much Hyunjin. I didn't mean to spoil your fun. I'm just so tired and my head hurts-"

"You don't need to explain it, let's just look for all the boys we can spot first then when we're done we look for Chan, does that sound like a plan?"

Her brain was mushy. Not because she was drunk but because his body was right close to hers. He had his one arm wrapped around her waist while the other was holding his drink. His mouth was close by her ear and his hot breath was hitting her sensitive neck. How could she possible think straight if he was so close?

"Y-yeah...I think-" she took a step back from his towering figure and to this Hyunjin smirked because he knew what he was doing. "I think I saw Changbin and Seungmin by the Food bar, let's go get them,"

"After you princess," he gladly let her through as she directed both of them to the table with snacks and lo and behold there stood Changbin and Seungmin snacking off like usual.

The two boys looked over feeling a bit guilty but they knew they were caught, "Y/nnie! Look what they have! takis and pickles!" Changbin slurred.

"You guys are on diet for comeback season!" Hyunjin quickly smacked the snacks out of there hands.

"We just wanted takis," they both pouted,

"Awe! Hyunjin! They’re both harmless and this one time won't hurt, be nice and let them enjoy their break," she scolded the older boy who found it quite amusing.

"Fine but if the manger complains-"

"I'll whoop their ass! Go ahead boys get your snacks so I can walk you guys to the cars,"

"We're leaving already?" Seungmin sways back and forth knowing he had a lot to drink, "we just got here!"

"Yes and look at you guys, your acting like you can't control your liquor," Hyunjin jumps in defense, "and she isn't feeling well, so let's go people,"

Y/n sends Hyunjin a quick thank you glance before she makes her way to the kitchen where she finds Han bent over in the sink while Felix tried to rub his back. Well it looked like he was trying but in all honesty he wasn't doing much.

"What happened?" She asked rushing over to the two.

"Han threw up on the floor then in the sink, I'm so disgusted," Felix gags before rushing out the door.

"Aw you poor thing! Is it the alcohol making you feel this way?" He groans and shakes his head no before going in for another round. The vomit burning his throat.

Y/n's mother instincts quickly kick in as she grabbed the water bottle from the counter and started to wash him up. She hated vomit but no one else was sober enough to help her except for leeknow stumbled into the kitchen and got extremely worried once he saw it was Han.

"How can I help Y/n?" He said sobering up and washing his hands.

"Help me carry him to the car once I'm done. I can't risk him using these bathrooms because I don't know what germs are currently crawling on the surfaces," she grabbed some ice from the fridge hoping she wasnt crossing boundaries but yet again she didn't care because she didn't know the people. "Make sure he doesn't sleep leeknow or else it'll get worse, I'm going to grab I.N, Hannah and Chan so we can go,"

"Thank you so much Y/n, I owe you one,"

"No need to mention it!" She grabbed her back and the clothes she help take off of Han which were covered in vomit and made her way to the back door where she called the two younger lover birds.

"Ew, ew, ew!" Hannah gagged and she held onto the vomit clothes.

"That's what you get for leaving me!" Y/n squealed before storming away to find Chan but this time she didn't have to look because he was instead looking for her.

"Chan! Where the fuck have you been? Do you know how long I've been looking for you? Do you know what your members have been up to? I'm so mad at you right now, I cant even talk to you-"

"Hey! Woah! Calm down Y/n, what's the matter? What happened?" He looked surprised and shocked. The attack caught him off guard.

"Han started vomiting, Felix was being suffocated by girls, leeknow can barely walk, Hannah and I.N are being lover birds not even bothering to help! I feel sick and I want to go home now," tears were in here eyes as she spoke. Her body shaking from all the frustration and anger. Chan knew he couldn't talk to her in this state so instead he listened and agreed to follow her back to the cars where Everbody was.

"Y/nnie, there you are, Han says he feels hot and I don't know what to do," Hyunjin tried to grab her from Chan but Chan's arm automatically wrapped around her marking his territory. Hyunjin glared at Chan who also was glaring back.

"Han? Love can you hear me?" She spoke while ignoring the two childish boys. Her soft voice broke their little staring contest to admire her. How soft she is.

"My stomach hurts really bad," he groans, "and it's so hot,"

"Should I take you to the hospital or shall the boys take you?"

"Can you take me? Please," he begged.

"Okay, I geuss all of you are going to have to squeeze in the other cars. I'll take him to the doctor and then we'll meet you at home,"

"But you said you were tired-"

"It's okay Channie, I'll be fine. Just go home and prepare his room with warm blankets. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah yeah," he quickly kissed her forehead and got everyone to get into the car while Y/n and Han left for the hospital. His head rested on her lap as she massaged his scalp trying to calm him down. They would stop now and again just in case he felt like throwing up or passing out.

**

"Food poisoning," was what the doctor said it was and once they gave him his medication and a two hour IV, saying She was tired was an understatement.

"Thank you Y/n," Han whispered as they pulled up to the house, "you barely know me but you take care of me like my mother," he giggled.

"It comes naturally and I know being sick sucks, let's just get you in bed," she slowly guided him into the house where they find all the boys (and girl) seated watching a movie. Automatically leeknow helps carry the smaller boy to his room as Y/n collapsed on the couch. So tired.

"Bed time?" Chan's body was hovering over hers. The little moan that escaped from her mouth was a response and he straight away carried her to his room where she fell asleep. Deep sleep.

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[caramel-whiskeys-writing]

Ciel Phantomhive ~ Prepares a bath For You

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It had been a long and tough few days at the manor, and you had done so much work that Ciel was starting to get worried that maybe you were overworking yourself. You were currently in the garden, pulling out weeds, re-planting flowers, and trimming the hedges, anything to make the garden look freshly tended to. Your hands were covered in dirt, and you had some on your work pants that you had begged Ciel to give you since working a garden in a skirt isn't quite easy or comfortable. Time seemed to have passed a lot faster than you had thought, as evidenced by Ciel wearing his evening clothes. Walking up to you with Sebastian behind him, Ciel was shocked that you were still working in the garden and hadn't seemed to have stopped for a break. You rubbed your forehead of sweat as you spoke to Ciel.

"Oh, hi, young master." You leaned back on your knees looking at the work you had done for today, and Ciel replied,

"What are you still doing out here?" You look at him frowning.

"You've done so much work this week. Have you given yourself a break?" You smiled lightly at his concern and said back,

"Oh, don't worry about me. I enjoy working here, and the garden desperately needs working." Ciel leaned onto his cane and sighed before saying to Sebastian,

"Sebastian. Start a warm bath for her while I try and get this woman to stop working."

"Yes, young master." Sebastian bowed and quickly headed off back inside. You stood up and told Ciel,

"I'm not leaving this garden until I finish it. I'm okay working this much, really." Ciel shook his head and told you to follow him. You weren't planning on going anywhere, but it threw you off that he started walking and didn't stop walking back to the manor, so you followed. Sighing out loud as you got inside, you noticed just how dirty your clothes and hands were, and you thought to yourself how dirty my face is right now? Despite Ciel walking with a cane and being decently short he walked very quickly, and you realized that you were tired and maybe a warm bath was just the thing that you needed to get more energy back before working yourself to death again tomorrow. Once you both got to your room, Ciel asked if he could look through your wardrobe.

"Why?"

"Well, I have quite a touch for fancy clothes, and I know that after a long day, it feels really nice to wear good quality clothing." You chuckled a bit before telling him to go ahead, but don't open the bottom drawer. He nodded his head as you walked over to the bathroom to where Sebastian was checking the water that he had prepared for you. You quickly said your thanks to him, and he left quite quickly. Maybe he has other work to do, you thought. Once Ciel had picked out some clothes for you he placed them on the side counter as you stood there waiting to see if maybe he even wanted to pick what to put in the bath as he seems to know what he was talking about. Out of the blue, Ciel said to you,

"It's not common for me to see women wearing pants, but I think maybe I'll have it be a part of the maid and servant uniform." You raise your eyebrow at him in confusion, and then it hits you, but before you could say anything, Ciel said what you were thinking out loud.

"Those pants look good on you." Your face blushed, and you noticed he did a little because sure what did he just say to you? After a few seconds of silence, Ciel asked where the bath products were kept. You pointed to underneath the sink, and he bent down to look at what you had. After maybe about two minutes, he stood back up and stated that he had no idea what would go in a bath besides water. You laugh at him, and he frowns in return. You kneeled beside him and told him what things were cleaning products and which ones were bath salts and such. After some talking, he picked a few scents and poured them into the bath, mixing them into the water with his ungloved hand. Before he left, he dropped a few gold flakes into the bath and stood back, acting proud that he had just mixed together his first bath. Right before he was going to leave, you asked him which scents he put in.

"Well, at first, I wasn't quite sure what to use, so I think I added some..." He went and looked over at the bottles that he had used and read the label.

"Cactus nectar, cucumber, umm there's some aloe infused stuff to help with any cuts you might have and umm... oh, there are violet leaves and a slight floral scent, too. I'm not sure if it'll be a strong scent, though. I don't think I added enough. "You smiled at him and said," Gave him your thanks. " He smiled back and had one last comment to say before leaving.

"Oh, and umm... I added those scents because I thought maybe they'll smell nice on you." You blushed lightly as he left; after he said that, all you could think about was the smell of the bath that you were currently relaxing in.

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[nobody7102]

Kinkmass 2022, Day 3: Threesome

Pairing: Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace x Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, threesome, strap-on, slight degradation, teasing, hand-job, biting

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No one knew how they’d gotten into this position, literally. Y/N had been sandwiched between two of the most beautiful people she’d ever seen. But if she had to guess, it wasn’t hard to figure out how.

They’d met then at the Navy Ball that had been dedicated to her father’s new promotion, they pilots had been eyeing her all night, and quite frankly it’d be a lie if Y/N said she hadn’t been looking at them too. 

Her eyes would trail over how Jake and Natasha’s uniforms hugged their shoulders, and they loved how the dress Y/N wore dipped perfectly to expose her back, and even more so how it dipped in the front, leaving little to the imagination when she bent forward. Natasha had enough when Y/N slipped past her and Jake on the way to the bathroom. Letting her fingers trail along their shoulders before she disappeared.

Sharing a look with Jake, their eyes saying what they dare not speak aloud before Natasha stood and followed Y/N.

Upon entering the bathroom, Natasha found Y/N leaning over the sink fixing her mascara. Her eyes flickered over her form before she leaned next to her, bracing herself against the counter top. “Did you just plan on looking all night or did you plan on coming over to introduce yourself?” she hummed as Y/N finished touching up her makeup. 

Raising her brow, Y/N tilted her head “Who says I was looking?”

Chuckinging as she took a step closer, Natasha boxed her into the counter “Well… If I’m not mistaken, it looked like you saw something you liked”

Little did they know that that sentence is probably what brought the three of them to their current position.

Natasha sprawled out on the hotel bed, her hands planted on Y/N’s hips as Y/N bounced up and down on the purple strap-on Nat kept tucked away in her suitcase, moans falling from both of them.

“God you take her so well Angel” Jake groaned as he watched from his chair in the corner, clothes long forgotten about, bucking into his hand. Following Y/N’s pace as his eye’s locked onto Natasha’s, almost daring her to make the next move.

Throwing her head back, Y/N braced herself on Natasha’s thighs as the pilot started to thrust upward, fucking into her dripping core. “Oh Fuuuuck!” 

Smirking as she held Jake’s eyes, she chuckled “You like that Angel?” as her thrusts grew rougher “tell ya what… why doesn't the Lieutenant come over here… and show you. Just. how. Much. We were. Looking. Back” she panted as she exaggerated her words with every thrust.

Biting his lip, Jake slowly stood from his spot and made his way over to the bed. His eyes still trained on Natasha as she slowed her thrusts. Crawling onto the bed and positioning himself behind Y/N. He broke his gaze with Natasha to take in the sheen of sweat that glistened over Y/N’s body, letting his hands wander just below the swell of her breasts before rising up to capture her nipples in his grasp, earning a high pitched whine from her. “You were just…. So…. Pretty” he mumbled pressing his lips against her shoulder as he ground his throbbing cock against her ass. “You think we didn’t notice how you’d drop off lunch or paperwork for your dad on base?” he let his left hand move up to her throat as the other continued to cup her breast. “Showing up in those skimpy little dresses-” 

“And those tiny little skirts” Phoenix cut in “Always waiting to see if we’d look at you” she hummed. “Is this what you wanted, Angel?” 

Whines filled the air as Nat tightened her grip on the girls waist, thrusts growing rougher as Jake nipped at her neck “you wanted us to fuck you” Jake hummed “Isn’t that right?” Moving his hand from her breast down her navel before slowly, almost painstakingly rubbing circles around her clit. 

As her knuckles turned white from how hard she was holding onto Phoenix’s wrists, she nodded and gasped out the words “Yes… all for the two of you!” her head fell back against Jake’s shoulder as her eyes closed letting the wave of euphoria tip her over the edge as Jake chuckled into her ear as Natasha’s pace grew relentless.

“You hear that Tash” he smirked

“All…. for us” she panted.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 11

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“I don't want them,” you try to wave Jonathan off as he offers a pair of pills, “I don't, urgh, need them, I'll deal–”

“You can barely speak for the pain, darling–”

“Stop calling me that,” you hiss, shaking as your hip throbs. Even the bed offers little comfort. Bigger and softer than your own yet entirely unwelcoming. “Can I… Can I have the coffee? My head is pounding.”

You reach past his hand and he clucks, “better reason for you to take your pills.” He moves the mug away, “take them and you may have some coffee.”

“Are you ser–”

You try to sit up straight and fall back against the heaped pillows, “argh, why are you doing this?”

“Why am I taking care of you? Well, anyone with decency–”

“You did this to me–”

“You tripped on the rug. As for your shoulder, I believe that was the creature you call an ex-husband. You would do yourself a favour by letting him go… like he did you.”

“You don't know shit about my marriage,” you growl, eyes pricking hotly, “fine, fine,” you wince as your muscles raze with fire, “I'll take the damn pills. I can't stand it.”

You grab the pills, scratching his palm, and throw them between your dry lips. You moan and gurgle as you try to force them down. He offers the coffee and you take it without a second thought, gulping down the bitterness and pasty tablets.

“Why… why don't you find someone who isn't broken? Someone younger?” You croak, resting the hot mug over your chest.

“You speak so unkindly of yourself, it's no wonder you refuse my kindness,” reproaches, “you're not broken, you are malleable…”

“Jonathan,” you breathe, his words slicing to your core. He's not wrong, you let Andy mold you into his cookie cutter and all for what?

“Enjoy your coffee, please,” he grins, “you've earned it.”

You flinch. You feel so small and weak. Exactly how you felt with Andy. How you've felt ever since. And now this man, no better than the last, only better at playing the gentleman.

“I want to sleep,” you murmur and look away from him.

“Yes, lots of rest,” he coos, “darling, I only want you happy and healthy.”

🩵

You only drink half the mug before you give in to dread. You're trapped here. Not just in this house but your own body.

You close your eyes as the painkillers kick in. They cannot soothe your anxiety but dull the world enough for you to doze. You have no way to track the time but you wake in a similar light, still racked and cramped.

You push your elbow into the bed and lift yourself. Even just a half cup has your bladder urgently full. You rock and writhe until you manage to sit up and sidle to the edge.

You look around, just the idea of standing is defeating. You need to stop assuming things can't get worse. You brace the bed with one arm and repress a yowl as you force yourself to your feet.

You lean on one foot, your hip giving a frightening thrum as you slowly move your leg. You limp, inch by inch, shuffling as you whimper with each step to the door. You sniffle as you enter the hallway, leaning on the wall as your body shakes.

You feel along and find a bathroom and nearly fall through the doorway. You catch yourself on the sink and sob. You kick the door shut but it doesn't catch. You don't care.

You use your unslung arm to get your pants down and angle down onto the toilet. You lean back with a heave and let go. The soft trickle underlines your mewling.

You finish up and pull yourself up with the counter. You flush, bent over the marble as you slide over to wash your hands. You just need to get back to the bed. One thing at a time.

You put a foot flat and push yourself straight. Your lower back spasms and you cry out, crumpling onto the bath mat. You curl on your side and whine, gulping as your eyelashes stick together.

Footsteps near softly and you look up at the figure standing over you. Soft tisks tickle your ears as Jonathan bends to touch your forehead. He lets his hand wander down your cheek.

“Darling, you should've called for me. You know, that's your problem,” he shifts around and scoops his arms under you. He grunts as he stands straight, his strength a harsh contrast to your futility. “You try to do everything on your own. I'm here, darling. Whatever you need of me.”

You drop your head, hunched in his hold as he carries you into the hall. You don't argue. You learned better than that years ago. You should have realised then too that trust is a dangerous thing.

#jonathan pine #dark jonathan pine #dark!jonathan pine #the night manager #au #drabble #series #bookstore au #helping hand #defending jacob #andy barber

[64yrsold]

nothing revealed / everything denied

“Okay, if I let you cut my hair, then I’m cutting yours.” he was firm, standing in the steamy bathroom with his wet curls pressed to his skull. I was circling him with my scissors, thinking of exactly which curls to cut. His towel was still wrapped around his waist.

“Fine,” I agreed, surprising him.

“Wait, actually?” he stepped back against the counter, hands gripping the edge. A bead of water trickled down the center of his chest.

“I trust you,” I pulled a lock of his hair between two fingers, measuring it, “You trust me?”

“Well, yeah,” he looked anywhere but my face, “But don’t cut too much. I still want to be handsome.”

“Don’t worry,” I brushed my hand through his hair quickly, “Anything I do, you’ve had worse.”

“Excuse me,” he laughed, mouth open, “That’s rude.”

“That’s honest, baby,” I shrugged, and snipped a tiny piece of hair above his ear.

“Oh my God,” he jerked his head away, “You have to warn me!”

“You won’t even notice that I’ve cut it,” I soothed, and he took a deep breath. “C’mon, be good.”

He rolled his eyes, but kept his head still, wetting his bottom lip as he watched me work. The sound of the scissors cutting through his wet curls echoed in the bathroom, my skin hot from the steam and his hand placed idly on my lower back.

“Nearly done?” he asked, and I nodded, raking my hand through his dark strands.

“Go ahead, look in the mirror,” I said, and he turned his head to look quickly.

“Oh,” he shook his head, letting his curls fall evenly over his forehead, “Okay, you did a great job.” I smiled, self-assured.

“You can’t even tell, can you?” I rearranged a few curls on the top of his head, and he stuck his tongue out at me in the mirror.

“Your turn now,” he said excitedly, turning on the sink, “Let me get your hair wet.” I bent in front of the sink, letting him splash water over my neck. The cool water was a relief against my flushed skin, but his steady hands raking against my scalp only made me warmer. I pretended not to notice when he pressed his waist against me, chest flat to my back as he soaked my hair. His hands stilled for a moment, then he cleared his throat abruptly. He turned off the sink, guiding me to sit on the bathroom counter.

“Just a trim, alright?” I looked at him seriously.

“Darling, don’t even worry,” he scoffed, picking up the scissors, “You’re gonna look fantastic.”

“Don’t get too creative,” I warned, a finger to his bare chest, “Just a trim.”

“Heard you the first time,” he grabbed a section of my hair, holding the scissor mid-shaft. I gave him a wide-eyed stare, and he laughed, dropping the scissor down to my ends.

“Ready?” he grinned, scissor in position. I shut my eyes. I listened as he chopped away, his breathing steady as he focused. “Keep your head up, darling,” he pressed his palm to my forehead, pushing my head back. I giggled as he pulled at my hair, finishing up with a few careful snips.

“How do I look?” I whispered as he set the scissors down.

“Look for yourself, gorgeous,” he pinched my chin, and I hopped off the counter. I flipped my hair in front of my shoulders, checking to see if both sides were even.

“I like it,” I smiled, turning back to him. He bit his lip, brushing his fingers through my hair and admiring his work.

“You’re all covered in hair,” he swept his hands over my shoulders, frowning at the hair stuck to my neck and shirt.

“I’ll just shower,” I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the tile.

“I think… Yeah, I’m covered in hair too,” he nodded, running to turn the shower on.

“Are you?” I smirked, unbuttoning my jeans.

“Yes, darling,” he tossed the towel around his waist at me, “I’ll need your help in here.”

#i never fucked in a car i was lying :( #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #64matty #matty healy x reader #Spotify

[greazyfloz]

smut 8&15 with matthew tkachuk please? maybe a second part to dirty bathroom, if you’re feeling it 👀 please and thank you!!

Smut: 8. “daddy” & 15. “I’m not wearing anything underneath” w/ Matthew Tkachuk

Part 1

Dirty Bathroom - Part. 2

Matthew and I were out celebrating clenching a playoff spot with the rest of his team at the a bar in Miami. We went to Sam Bennetts house first and drove down to the bar with him and his girlfriend. I wore the same dress as last time I felt this horny in public around him at a team event as we sat in the backseat of Sam's car.

I look over at Matthew but he is too busy talking to Sam to look back at me. I bring my hand up and trace my fingers up his thighs before tracing them over his crotch then back on his thigh. He finally looks at me and shakes his head.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I say leaning into his ear, "I'm not wearing anything underneath?"

I watch him gulp before Sam starts a new conversation before turning onto the bars street. He pulls to the side and hands the keys to valet and Matthew makes his way around the car to open the door for me. As he walks around I hike the skirt of my dress a little higher.

When Matthew opens the car door I open my legs and his eyes go wide before walking in even closer to the car incase anyone behind him could see. "Come on, and please behave" he says pulling my skirt back down

I hope out and he grabs my hand pushing through the crowd. "I didn't think you believed me, so I thought I'd give you a sneak peak" I say as we make our way to the table with his team. We sit and I look at him as I stroke up and down his thigh realizing I got him hard as I brush over his bulge, "This for me, daddy?" I whisper in his ear

"I said behave" he said in my ear again. I take my hand away from him and turn away

"I'm going to the bathroom" I announce excusing myself from the table and I noticed he followed. I thought it didn't work but I guess I did turn him on.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me into the mens room. He looks under the stalls to make sure no one was in here before taking a wet floor sign and jamming in through the door handle.

As he did that, I slipped out of my dress before leaning up against the sink. I bring my hand down and rub my clit as he walks back over to me. He unbuttons his pants enough for his cock to fly out as he presses his lips against mine. We start making out as he stops stroking his cock to feel my wet folds.

I moaned on his lips as I feel him slip 2 fingers inside of me. He takes turns pumping in and out and curling his fingers hard inside of me, "You're so bad" he says pulling his fingers out of me and squeezing my tits. He leans down and sucks on my tits as I throw my head back again.

"Fuck my ass, daddy" I say and Matthew pulled away from my tits kissing my lips once more

"Grab the sink, I wanna watch you in the mirror while I fuck your ass" he says as he strokes his cock.

I bent over the bathroom sink and he leans down and licks my ass flicking his tongue back and forth from my ass and pussy before standing back up and pushing himself hard in my pussy, "Your wet pussy needs to lube up my dick first he says thrusting hard into me. My hip bones crash hard into the counter with every thrust I take. I moan with each thrust as he pulls out.

He bends down and pulls my ass cheeks apart to spit in my ass bringing his finger to push his spit in my ass. He leans in and spits in my ass again before standing up. We make eye contact in the mirror and he smirks at me before slapping my ass hard. I moan loudly before he slaps me once more.

His hands direct his cock to my ass and he slowly pushes inside of me. I close my eyes tight as I take him all in my ass. "Fuck!" I moan out then he begins thrusting in and out. I whimper loud and he fucks my ass. "Yes daddy!" I moan again probably loud enough for the whole bar to hear

I feel Matthew slap my ass again before grabbing it hard as he pushes my ass back and forth on his cock. "Your asshole feels so fucking good" he says, "Fuck you're bad" he says before pulling out and fucking my pussy again thrusting a few more times before pulling out once more, "Knees" he says and I turn and drop to my knees facing his cock before licking his tip, "suck my dick, or I'll cum on your face"

I take him in my mouth and suck back and forth a couple of times before I feel him twitch in my mouth as he fills my throat with his cum. He takes himself out of me and I swallow as I stand back up. He presses his lips onto mine again hard then pulls away.

"I love when you call me daddy" he says as I reach over grabbing my dress before slipping it back on. He buttons his pants and my straighten ourselves up in the mirror before heading back to the table.

When we walk out of the bathroom Anthony was just walking in the hallway towards the bathroom.

"Y/n, and Chucky coming out of the men's room... dirtyyyy" he says making Matthew laugh. We walk past him and back to the table and I hit his chest before we sit back down and get teased by the rest of the group.

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[ze0re]

I've been DYING with my hair recently ( ToT)

I just can't be bothered :|

Sooooo for the occasion can I request a

kunigami x black reader helping her with a hair routine and what kinda style he likes ect <3 ?

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Hair Routine ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨 𝖱．

cw/tw. fluffy, soft!kunigami, black!reader

an. yooo, sorry if this took too long i’ve been busy but i’m glad you requested this cause i was thinking of an idea like this, i also saw that you said i was your new favorite writer and honestly that warmed heart 🥹 I’m glad you like my stories and hope you enjoy your request .

Also i apologize if the ending is booty i didn’t know how to end it 🥲

summary. - kunigami decided to help you with a hair routine.

Honestly you didn’t expect Kuni to ask if he could help you with your hair routine, matter a fact it was a surprise for you because normally he doesn’t really do stuff like this. But hey…an extra hand wouldn’t hurt now would it? When he asked if he could help you, you of course said yes which led up to now. Since you had taken out your braids the other night you had to of course wash it to get all that dried up grease and dirt that built up in your hair, you were bent over the kitchen counter as you felt his bigger hands massage the shampoo into your scalp with soft groans leaving your mouth from the pleasure. It’s been so long since you had a good deep wash it was a good ass feeling, he continued to work his hands for a few more seconds before removing them to turn on the water feeling the warm substance hit your bubbly hair, he moved his hands back to your hair to rinse all of the shampoo out of it seeing it fall into the sink along with the dirt that was built up.

He moved his hands through your hair, running them through your curls seeing how nicely it went through getting rid of the remaining shampoo. When he got all of it out he turned off the water, leaning over the counter to grab the conditioner heating the bottle open and feeling the cold substances hit your hair to your scalp. He closed the bottle, putting it on the counter next to him, running his hands through your hair again to spread out the conditioner, “Hey, how long do i have to leave it in for again?” His deep voice questioned, you sighed. “Babe I said it 10 times already..you gotta leave it in for two minutes before you can rinse it out.” You stated, you heard him give out a small “ah” as he lifted his hands up to wait for the two minutes to end. When the two minutes passed he turned the water back on rinsing the conditioner out of your hair, when he felt like he rinsed good enough he turning the water back off, leaning to grab the towel beginning to dry your hair when he seen some of the water stop dripping he wrapped the towel like how you always did, tucking in the bottom part to make stable as you stood up sighing in relief feeling that relief in your back from being bent for the past thirty minutes.

“I’ll go grab the blow dryer, comb, brush and the stuff i use for my hair okay?.” You told him as you stretching your limbs out seeing him nod his head making his way to the living room as you made your way to the bathroom to grab all the stuff you needed for your hair. (I don’t know what type of hair texture you all have so imma just stick with the basic hair which is the afro.) When you grabbed all the stuff you needed you walked into the living room to see your pillow already on the ground and blanket with him waiting for you, “Okay Kun, you ready? I’m trusting you with my hair,” Yoi jokingly said watching him roll his eyes, “I got this baby, i was born for this!” He indeed wasn’t born for this. When he saw the products you brought he didn’t know the order of what to put in, he stared at the bottles dumb founded, “Uh..(Y/N) which one do i put in first?” Lord this boy, he was gonna be the death of you. You grinned rolling your eyes before grabbing the detangler, “Well first things first is you gotta spray the detangler into my hair so it’ll be easier for you comb the blow drier through.” He nodded his head reaching to grab the grey bottle from the wooden stand up table spraying it around your hair, when he was done he placed it back down running the new product through your hair.

When he was done doing that he asked what to do next, “Then you gotta part small parts of my hair to blow dry.” He looked at you dumbfounded, making you sigh, “Here let me show you,” You reached to grab the rat tail comb, positioning it to the middle of your scalp then running the comb through your hair as he watched the hair split apart into its correct sides. “So how you do it whenever you braid your hair?.” You nodded your head handing him the comb, “Exactly like that, but not into sections like how I take one piece of hair and braid it. You gotta blow dry semi big pieces.” He nodded his head before he started to get to work on your hair, but before he started parting he stopped, “You never told me what hairstyle you wanted.” Cute, you chuckled slightly. “Well what hairstyle do you want me to have?” You questioned, in an instant he had his answer, “Can we do your afro? I like your afro the most,” Ah, his favorite hairstyle from all the different ones you had. You softly nodded your head with a smile on your face, “Then afro it is.”

The process of getting your afro was a bit…difficult at first but after a few tips and tricks he got the hang of it. It’s been at least a good thirty minutes to an hour of finishing up your hair due to you having so much and him having difficulties doing it, you sighed in relief feeling him finish up the last section of hair, combing the blow dryer through it a couple of more time before letting go of the strand, pricking his hands through it so it fluffs out like the rest, turning off the blow drier with a deep sigh, “We’re finally done.” You groaned as you stood up stretching your arms up, “Ugh finally..my ass hurts.” You complained hearing him slightly chuckle, “Your ass? Mine feels like it’s been through hell and back,” You scoffed rolling your eyes, facing your way to stare at him. “Yeah yeah,” You chuckled, Kunigami gave you a soft smile as he admired the work he did. “It seems like your hair grew out more, hm?” He questioned touching your hair with his bigger hands feeling that soft texture hit his palm, you nodded your head. “Yep, having braids in for so long it starts growing my hair out.” He hummed, “It looks pretty.” There it goes again, your heart fluttering at the slightest thing he does. You hummed in response feeling your heart warm up and butterflies fly around in your stomach as you watched his orange eyes admire your hair.

He’s always admired you in the slightest way possible, every time when you’re not looking he catches himself staring at you, when you both make eye contact you notice he would stare for a while with a small blush on his cheeks..god he loved admiring you and your features. “Oh shut up..” You mumbled with a smile on your face, Kunigami smiled in response pulling you close to him by your waist, leaning down to come face to face with you staring into your (E/C). “Don’t deny it.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m not denying it.” He hummed, “Sure you’re not.” He teased leaning in to take your lips into his.

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[cyb3rscoups]

How Many Drinks?

Had to sit back and reflect after writing this...

Explicit themes and scenerios ahead..MDNI 18+

Other Song Prompts Here

Recently divorced Okoye was truly a sight to behold. All memories of W’Kabi had been burned and discarded and Okoye was starting a new life.

Surprisingly, It didn’t take much to convince her to come out for drinks with Nakia and Ayo. Within her third shot, she was hopping her self over to the dance floor as the tension floated away from her body.

No more cheating man. No more self doubt. Okoye was a free woman and she was perfectly happy, eh, almost. During the months in which her marriage had been failing, her sexual desires fell intensely short of satisfied and the pent up frustration was starting to turn her into a hormonal monster.

It only took her one scan of the area to lock eyes with her target; a big burly Attuma who already had his eyes glued to her hips as they swayed to the beat of the song blaring through the club.

She pulled him against her to dance and they fell into rhythm instantly. She felt him harden against her as she shamelessly ground her drunken self to his own.

"What's the occasion?" Attuma tucked his lips to the shell of her ear so he wouldn't have to yell over the bass. His hands were already wandering, subtly tugging her dress up her thighs with every roll of her hips.

Okoye chuckled. "My divorce."

"What man would ever want to leave you?" He growled, sending a shiver down her spine and a warm sensation to her belly.

"A stupid one." She reached her hand up to run across his chin and tangle in his curls, giving them a tug. "Are you a stupid man?"

"Hardly. Just tell me what you need baby."

"I need..." Suddenly, words were hard to form as his scent invaded her nostrils and his hands felt like fire across her clothing covered skin. She was hot, burning almost. Burning for this man and whatever he kept in his pants. "Oh my god!" She gasped, pulling his face closer to hers until there was no room for anything else between them.

Skin to skin, cheek to cheek. He could fuck her right on the floor if she gave the go ahead. "Tell me.." He urged her. "Want me to sneak in the bathroom and bend you over the sink or what?"

"Yes!" Okoye replied, too enthused for any interpretation. That was all he needed before he was pulling her off and into the dingy restroom vacant of any other club goers. Lucky them.

He turned the lock to the door and started tugging on his belt, the metallic clink making her want to drop to her knees and take him like that instead.

"Fuck." Okoye whined, pulling her dress up and sliding her panties down before she bent perfectly over the sinks like he'd suggested earlier.

"So pretty, aren't you?" Attuma cracked a palm against her ass, moaning out at the recoil as he tugged his jeans down.

"Yes..keep talking like that.." She pleaded, her smile beaming through the mirror.

"Oh? Want me to call you a good girl or treat you like a slut?"

"Mmmm both."

Attuma laughed as he approached her and spread her ass apart to get a view of the soaked cunt clenching around nothing. "I don't have a condom."

"Who gives a shit! Just put it in!" Her words turned into a hoarse squeak as he began to push his length through her.

"Watch your mouth when you're with me alright?"

"Oohh ooh yes!" Her chest slumped against the marble counter as he bottomed out inside of her pussy. The untouched craving in her belly finally met and happy for now.

"Shit, squeezing me so hard for? That ex of yours ain't do his job?" Attuma watched her face screw up in the mirror as he began to thrust, removing himself to the tip before slamming in again.

All Okoye was capable of doing was shaking her head as her moans echoed through the small restroom. "He..was too busy using it on other bitches." She groaned out.

Attuma's hips stuttered but did not halt as she unwillingly spilled that part of the story in her haze of pleasure. Why was he suddenly angry at the fact? He wasn't quite sure but he knew he had a goal now. And he would meet it by any means.

"It's alright. Daddy's here. Imma get you cumming nice and tight around my dick. Don't you worry."

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[janksfatass]

The Key

Summary: Your “friends with benefits” situation with Josh becomes too intense so you try to take a break from it. He isn’t about to let that happen.

18+ (warnings under cut)

Word count: 1800

Warnings: unprotected deeds, 🍑 stuff, praising, degradation(kind of), spit k!nk, just very filthy all around

It’s Friday night and as usual you find yourself home alone. Your evening has consisted of popcorn and binge watching corny ghost hunting shows on tv. Oh yes, I’m sure the ghost of Elvis is talking to you through that machine you bought from Amazon. You get up to grab another beer when you hear a chime come from your phone.

Joshua 10:34 p.m.

I miss you.

Your heart instantly sinks into your stomach. You had been all but avoiding Josh for the last week. Your arrangement with him had worked out pretty smoothly up until recently. Just hanging out and sleeping together was fine for a while until you realized you started to develop feelings for him that were more than what either of you had intended. As tempted as you were to see where the relationship could go, you ultimately decided it was best to take a breather in order to try to get those feelings to subside.

It wasn’t working.

You choose to ignore the message in hopes that he will take the hint. You grab a drink from the refrigerator and when you sit back down on the couch your phone begins to ring and Josh’s picture lights up the screen. Your heart drops. You wait for a minute thinking about whether or not you should answer.

“Hello?”

“She’s alive?!” He jests.

“Yes, Joshua I’m alive. What do you need?”

“I miss you. Come over and watch a movie with me. Please?”

“Sorry, I can’t. I’ve been drinking.” You reply even though you’ve only had 1 beer.

“Well, I guess I can’t be mad at you for being responsible.” The disappointment in his voice is evident.

“Raincheck?” You offer emptily.

“That sounds good, Mama. I’ll talk to you later.”

You hang up the phone and decide to get ready for bed. You turn off the tv and go to your bathroom to take a shower. You turn the water on and press play on your speaker. As you close your eyes to lather your hair, your mind drifts to Josh. Thinking about his hands roaming over your slippery, wet body. Running his fingers between your thighs. You quickly shake the thought and rinse your hair. After shaving your legs, you turn off the water and start to dry off. You wrap the towel around you and step into your room to get dressed, stopping dead in your tracks when you see a dimly lit figure sitting on your bed. You hurriedly turn on the light only to find Josh with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Josh, what the fuck?! You scared the shit out of me!”

“My bad. Did you forget you gave me a key?”

A choice that you were beginning to regret.

He continues, “I’m here to cash in that raincheck.”

“You didn’t think to call and ask me?”

“I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” He flashes his perfect smile.

You have to admit the gesture is sweet. He just wanted to spend time with you. It’s impossible to be mad at him. “Well, you’re already here so what do you want to watch?” You ask as you grab a t-shirt and panties from your dresser and put them on.

“The Shining?”

“That works for me.” It really was a perfect choice. A combination of your love for horror movies and his obsession with Stanley Kubrick. “You can go ahead and start it, I need to brush my teeth and dry my hair really quick.”

After brushing your teeth, you flip your hair over and start to blow dry it. A moment later you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You turn off the hair dryer.

Josh’s fingers loop into your panties and begin to pull them down. “You didn’t expect me to see you bent over like this and not take full advantage of it.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He plants soft kisses down your lower back sending chills down your spine. He gently slides his hands down the length of your legs and back up until his hands frame your ass. You lean over the counter, resting on your elbows and he takes his thumbs to open you up to him. Your breath hitches when his tongue makes contact with your rim. He squeezes your ass and flattens his tongue to make slow passes over your hole. The new sensation makes your knees buckle beneath you and your arousal begins to drip down your thighs.

Josh notices your unsteady feet, “Lay on the bed and spread out for me princess.” You do as you’re told and he follows close behind. He pulls you up to help remove your shirt then lays you back down. Climbing over you, he trails kisses from your neck down to the tops of your breasts. He stops to pull your right nipple into his mouth, sucking and tracing his tongue around the sensitive peak. Josh kisses down your stomach and stops once he reaches your mound. He sits up and spreads your legs apart then begins massaging your thighs slowly inching his hands closer to your soaked core.

“Did you miss me angel?”

In almost a whisper you respond, “Yes I did, so so much.”

“ I know you did.” He reaches down to slide two fingers between your legs, barely grazing your throbbing clit. He brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Because if you didn’t you wouldn’t be making such a mess for me. Do you like having my tongue where it doesn’t belong?” Josh teases your hole with his finger and you clench around nothing. A soft moan involuntarily escapes your lips. “Mmm dirty dirty girl.” He lowers himself between your legs and places a soft kiss to your clit. Swirling his tongue around before sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over and over. He licks down your pussy, savoring your taste. When he reaches your rim he flicks his tongue gently over the ridges. Your legs start to close and he grabs each of your ankles to spread them back open and keep them in place.

“Are you going to be good for me princess? Because if not I’ll just take care of myself right now and make you watch.”

“Y-yes yes, I’ll be so good for you. I promise! Please baby, keep going.”

“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you beg for me. My little whore.” He flattens his tongue, laving it over your hole. Your legs and toes tingling from the pleasure. He begins rolling his tongue at your entrance and brings his thumb up to your clit, rubbing it steadily. You feel his tongue enter you and he slowly pulls out before repeating the motion over and over, gradually picking up the pace. His thumb continues circling your clit as you feel the familiar warm sensation building inside you.

“FUCK JOSH!” You yelp as the tension in you snaps. He gradually slows his movements as you come down. He sits up and there’s beads of precum leaking from the head of his thick cock. He takes his thumb and rubs over the tip before stroking his length with it.

“Turn over baby, on your knees.” You roll over and place your head on the pillows and arch your ass up for him. You feel the bed shift as he comes to you and rubs his cock between your dripping lips. He moves slowly back and forth between your folds, grazing his soft tip over your clit with each thrust. The teasing becomes almost unbearable.

“Josh, I need it now! Fuck me!”

“Tsk tsk where are my sweet girl’s manners? You’re going to have to beg prettier than that.”

“Please baby, give it to me. I’ve been a good girl, I need it.” He slips his tip over your clit once more before lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You both simultaneously moan out from ecstasy. You feel him stretching you out as he slides every inch into you. The tip pushing deliciously against your cervix.

“Fuck, angel you feel like heaven wrapped around me. So wet and tight. Like you were made for me. This is MY pussy.” He quickens his pace, fucking into you as deep as he can go. He grabs onto your ass and spreads your cheeks. “You have such a pretty hole princess.” He teases it with his fingers as he’s pounding into you. You feel his warm spit hit your asshole and his thumb rubbing it over the rim. He gently prods at it until his thumb slips inside. He pulls it out slowly and pushes back in.

“Oh shit, that feels so fucking good, don’t stop.” you moan out.

“Don’t worry sweet girl, I’m not going to stop until you’re cumming all over my cock. You like being filled in both holes don’t you?”

“Fuck- Yessss!” You reach your hand down to rub your clit and your walls tighten around him like a vice. Moans pour from Josh’s mouth. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, only it feels different. More powerful.

“That’s it mama. Cum for me. Such a good fucking girl for me.” Josh fucks into you even harder than before, hitting your g spot with every stroke, his thumb still slipping in and out of your ass. It hits you like lightning, completely overtaking you, gushing out of you. “Oh my god! Fu-“ Josh’s pace stutters as he bottoms out and you feel him pulse inside you. Hot streams of cum filling your walls.

Both of you breathing heavily, you feel him rest his wet forehead on your shoulder blade and then kisses into your neck. He slips out of you and helps you roll onto your back. He leans in to kiss your lips and looks into your eyes. “You are a fucking goddess, do you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

You let out a small laugh, “Me neither.” He smiles in return. “Can you grab a towel please baby?” You ask him.

“Oh, no my sweet girl. We don’t need one tonight. I’m going to clean you up myself.” You give him a look of confusion before you realize what he’s doing. He situates himself between your legs and licks the cum that’s started to drip out of you. He sticks his tongue into you, rolling it and sucking out your combined juices. He lifts up and places his thumb on your bottom lip, opening your mouth. He spits the collected cum onto your tongue and you close your mouth and swallow.

“I fucking love you.” He says as he kisses you once more.

“I fucking love you too.”

He places his arm around you and pulls you close as he presses play.

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