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Key(s):
♡ = Smut
☆ = Frisky
◇ = Dark
Loose ♡
She knew what she was getting into when she started messing around with Billy Hargrove. The two of them had fallen into friends with benefits arrangement.
“Romance” Novel ♡
Girls love trashy romance that was given fact. She was no exception. A romance novel in hand 24/7. Her undivided attention given to these books, and Billy hated it. He wanted her attention like he wanted no others.
Look This Way (Request)
If he had, to be honest, he had never looked her way. Not even when Coral and her little friends made fun of her. He wishes that he looked her way a lot sooner.
Cherry Flavoured Favour ♡ (Request)
He's smitten, and Max doubts that he is aware of it. Who has gotten Billy acting like this? A neighbour from a couple doors down. A pretty thing. Carefree with a heart of gold. Always can be found helping babysit the kids 3 doors down
Whispers
She is smart. She would shoot him down as soon as a greeting passed his lips. He would have to do this slowly. Inch his way into her bubble. That was going to be easier said than done.
Bedroom ☆ | Front Seat ♡
Californian Friends ♡
The two California teens had officially started dating when Billy received the news that his Dad was tearing his family out of California and dumping them in Indiana.
Teaser | One | Two | Three
Fuck (Me) Toy ♡
Her teammates have stolen her alone time, and now her vibrator decides to play a cruel joke, but luckily, a certain man is perfect for the job.
The Roger-Barens Family
School runs are an organised operation in the Roger-Barnes family though some parents don't make it easy.
Sway with Me (Request)
She loves to dance and he’s a wallflower on the best of days
Give an Inch (Request)
She isn't the tallest woman around, hell she's the shortest in Alexandria. The teens are starting to surpass her in the height department and Daryl. Well he just likes to remind her.
Wine & Stubbornness (Request)
A fight breaks out. Liqour is called to cure the wounds. With a false braveness our Daryl's love sets out for a stroll of sorts.
Ink Stain
Daryl gets a teasing glimpse of a tattoo that he never suspected a girl like her having, and now it’s the only thing on his mind.
Glitter & Gold ♡
Natasha Romanoff is a woman in a man's world, tough and brilliant she is a force to be reckoned with, and she does all of this for her one true love. A little dancer with a mass amount of talent.
Baby Widow (3/3)
Natasha and her girlfriend are soon not going to be the only ones living in their apartment. Their baby girl is only weeks away from making them a family.
One | Two | Three
Guilty Cravings ♡
Cigarettes and their sweet toxins are something that she swore off because she knows how much Robin hates the taste of them on her lips.
Strange For a Cheerleader ♡
But she's a cheerleader? Robin is crushing hard on one of Hawkin High's Cheerleaders. A crush that she was going to keep close to her heart and wait for it to fade away. She was not expecting anything.
Eddie Munson:
Show Stopper (1/2)
The Freak and a Theatre kid. Who knew that Eddie would find his Princess behind some poorly constructed props?
"Love" Letters ♡
WIP
Steve Rogers:
The Roger-Barens Family
School runs are an organised operation in the Roger-Barnes family though some parents don't make it easy.
This Is What I Want ◇
He wanted her to be his precious little wife. Steve will make this dream a reality no matter what it takes. He deserves his happily ever after.
The Utopian (Sheldon Sampson): No Hero, No Man ♡
The Utopian has stood for the code for years in his work and personal life but with losing the grasp of both lives he's finding he's going back on his word, breaking the code and personal rules. Risking it all for the feel of a younger woman.
Geralt of Rivia: Tears of Love (Request)
The Witcher travels across the country. His love also travels but not to hunt instead to dress nobles and royals in her creations. Now Geralt’s line of work stands before them threatening to ruin their limited time together.
Summary: Girls love trashy romance that was given fact. You were no exception. A romance novel in hand 24/7. Your undivided attention was given to these books and Billy hated it. He wanted your attention like he wanted no others before.
Warnings: Explicit language, Smut
Author’s note: This is a better edited and written of the first “Romance” Novel. Please enjoy! Feedback and criticism is welcomed! My work is not to be reposted on any other site.
While most girls lined up for Billy to fuck their pretty little brains out. The one girl who he wants to fuck senseless wasn’t paying him a piece of mind.
Your nose is often stuffed in romance novels. A book nerd but not like any book nerd he’s met before.
A book nerd like you hasn’t been portrayed in movies or TV shows.
Most show a shy girl that dresses like a librarian, with no social skills. However, you dressed like a Stevie Nicks.
Girls do love trashy romance stories that was given fact, but these books wear an obsession of yours.
Billy peeked into your locker one day and four of those books were stacked in the tin box. Later that day he saw two more tucked into your bag.
Why did you love these books so much?
Curiosity got the better of him. During the last class of the day.
A class he shared with you. Billy waited until you stepped away from your bag, giving him a perfect chance to pickpocket one of your many romance novels.
That’s how Billy found himself staring down the oil painted couple on the cover of ‘Hearts of Thunder’.
Flicking through the soppy words and declarations of love filled pages. He swears he’s strained his eyes from rolling them every five seconds.
How does a smart girl like you end up so in love with these books?
Just when Billy was about to call it quits, a line certian scentance has his full attention.
Summary: The Freak and a Theatre kid. Who knew that Eddie would find his Princess behind some poorly constructed props?
Warnings: Explicit language, fluff, Eddie being a sweetie as usual.
Author's Notes: This is part one of 2 (maybe more, idk) of Eddie and his little Theater kid lover. Yes, you heard me! Lover. Feedback would be very much appreciated. I love hearing everyone's thoughts and opinions. PS. Eddie would 1000% call you his princess.
The Hellfire Club conducts their sessions in the auditorium hidden amongst the props.
Often they are entering just as you and the other theatre nerds are leaving.
Polite smiles and shy waves are exchanged between you and the Hellfire members.
Tonight was a night where the Hellfire members crawled into the shadows and tested their warriors. Unknown to the members, a lowly drama club member stays behind from her pack.
With the school's production of 'The Snow Queen.' Only a month away. You had volunteered to stay behind and try and finish painting the Ice Queen's castle with a few others. Who all left an hour ago.
The Hellfire Club chattered away. Their voices bouncing off the high ceilings. Hearing them made you feel less lonely as you painted another layer of blue onto the plie wood.
That was until they went silent. It was eerie how quiet they all went. You swear you could hear a pin drop.
The silence was cut down by Eddie's booming voice. He narrated passionately of where the players last left their campaign.
Eddie's voice pulled you into the scene. It didn't matter that you have joined the story many hours deep.
The stoke of your paint brush began to slow. No longer dipping from water, to paint to board.
You winced has players were injured and cheered to yourself as a few Nat 20s were rolled. You'll have to ask what it means but you have picked up from their victorious cries that it was a good thing.
You got so lost in Eddie's words that you didn't realses time slipping you by. It wasn't until Eddie announced that they should stop for the night you looked at your watch.
10:08 pm
Shit. You curse under your breath. Collecting brushes. In your haist you didn't see the tin of Fresh Ice Blue.
With a deafening clang the tin tumbles spilling it's contents painting your sneaker and the stage floor.
"Shit! Fuck! Shit!" You string out a line of curses discarding the brushes to quickly stop the spill from pooling.
You didn't hear Eddie leave the Hellfire's sanctrume until his voice comes comes from behind you. "You okay?"
"Yes-no." You panic, "I've knocked over some paint."
Eddie pears around you, cringing at the splattered paint.
Without being asked Eddie peels off some pages from a pile of news papers and starts to clean the mess.
With Eddie's help you manged to sort of clean the paint from the wooden stage.
"It's...not bad?" Eddie winces through his teeth.
Rubbing your eyes, you let out a defeated sigh. "It's questionable."
"Very questionable but I didn't see anything. I was the only one here." He says moving dramatically. "No theatre nerds in sight."
You couldn't help but smile. He always manged to put a smile on your lips. Even if he or you didn't realise it.
Tossing the balled up paper in the bin you look up at the leader of the Hellfire club. "Thank you- for the help."
Eddie flashes you a toothy grin. "It was not a problem."
A silence falls between the two of you. It wasn't awkward but it was heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Eddie clears his throat, kicking his scuff shoe against the stage. "I've got a game to pack up so, I better get started with that."
"I'll help. You helped me with my mess it's the least I can do."
You follow Eddie as he disappears behind the false brick wall. Moving through the maze of probs he leads you to his throne.
You're jaw drops as you see the remance of the Hellfire's game.
"This is some set up."
"Nah, it's not that impressive."
"Yes! Very King Eddie and his knights of the....rectangle table."
He laughs proudly, flopping onto his throne. "A king? The princess of the drama club has growend me king!"
You play along with his dramatics, "and may I say your majesty you can spin a good tale."
"You heard?"
Shyly you pick at the miniatures. "I didn't mean too." You gesture to the ceiling, "acoustics."
"Blame it on the acoustics." He teases.
You can feel your cheeks grow warm with a blush. You hope Eddie doesn't notice.
Once the Hellfire's mess has been tidy the two of you leave side by side. The night's air nips at your skin.
"Do you need a lift?" Eddie asks.
You try to sputter out a polite decline. You don't want to be an inconvenience but he swoops in with his kind words before you find your voice.
"I wouldn't rest not knowing if the princess has or hasn't made it to her castel."
You stutter out. "I would really appreciate it if you could."
"Then follow me, princess."
Again with pet name. If any other boy called you Princess you would have destroyed them verbally but when Eddie says it. It sends the butterflies in your stomach wild.
"That's my ride." Eddie gestures towards a beaten van. "I know that it isn't the type of steed that is worthy of a Princess but-"
"A trusty steed is better then a shiny one."
Eddie's van spuuters to life. The head lights eating the shadows and a drum solo shaking the quietness.
You look down at your shoes faking interest in the new paint splatters. Squeezing your fingers, you scold yourself for being so awkward.
You can sing and dance in front of hundreds of people with unbreakable confidence, yet an audience of one Eddie Munson has your confidence eating itself.
You are grateful for Eddie's music as it makes the silence less tense, and Eddie's fun facts about the song or band does force you to squeak out a few words.
Eddie turns down the radio as he pulls into your driveway.
"Thank you again, Eddie." You like the way his name feels on your tongue.
He smiles softly. Those dark eyes observing you. "It was my pleasure. "Til next time, Princess."
Climbing out of his van, you wave goodbye as you close the door. You took two steps before the glow of the headlights started to recede. Spinning on your heel, "Eddie!"
You shouting his name forces him to slam on the break. Eddie pokes his head out of the driver's window, "what?"
"Come to the play, yeah?" You squeeze the strap of your backpack.
"I'd love to!" A smile breaks out on his face.
You can't see them, but you know his dimples are on display.
Summary: But she's a cheerleader? Robin is crushing hard on one of Hawkin High's Cheerleaders. A crush that she was going to keep close to her heart and wait for it to fade away. She was not expecting anything.
Warnings: 18+ work, mature language, vaginal fingering. Minors DNI
Author's Notes: I have a massive soft spot for Robin. Please tell me what you think! I love hearing feedback from everyone.
What is happening? How is this happening? Robin's mind screams at her. This doesn't feel real.
A curl joke or a dream that she is torturing herself with.
You're a cheerleader, popular and gorgeous. Boys would line up around the block just to say 'hi' to you. Yet your lips are on hers. Locked in a passionate kiss.
Robin loves the way that your hands feel against her cheeks. Teeth nibbling at her bottom lip.
Your hands leave her freckled cheeks for her hips.
The coolness of the gym locker seeps through her band uniform. Everyone has left for the after-party or have sought the comfort of their beds.
You practically rip the button off her green pants. Your hand sliding between her thighs.
Your fingers prod against her cotton panties, teasingly brushing over her clit. Robin curses herself for not putting on cuter panties.
Only if she had known that what only seemed possible in her daydreams was to become a reality.
Pushing her panties aside. You run your middle up and down her wetness before pushing past her entrance. Robin's head rolls against the lockers, a silent moan coming from her lips.
Curling your finger, hitting that perfect spot. Your thumb brushes against her clit.
She can feel the stickiness of your lip gloss as your lips attack her neck.
Robin whines as you remove your finger. Prodding two fingers against her dripping entrance. Your fingers slowly fill her, and she's a moaning mess.
Fuck, what does she do with her hands? Does she rest them on your shoulders? Does she put them in your hair?
Robin fucks herself against your hand, biting her knuckles. Her other hand gripping onto the cream fabric of your Cheerleading jacket.
You press your thumb against her throbbing clit. Massaging circles into the bundle of nerves.
Robin's skin burns with desire. The coil in her stomach tightens; she can't hold it back any longer. It was futile, like trying to stop a dam from flooding with paper.
Robin comes with a shaky cry, her brows knitting together as her orgasm burns at her nerves. Her legs have gone weak. The only reason she's still standing is thanks to the lockers.
The smile on your lips makes her heart flutter. How are you so perfect?
Robin lets out a shaky laugh and asks. "Ah, so you like girls, huh?"
Summary: You are smart, you would shoot him down as soon as a greeting passes his lips. He would have to do this slowly. Inch his way into your bubble. That was going to be easy said than done.
Warnings: Mention of masturbation & Explicit language.
Author’s Note: Just a little preview of a story that may or may not happen. Let me know what you think. Billy is 18 and Reader is 17
Billy will have to do this slowly. Inch his way into your bubble other wise you would shoot him down before the greeting could pass his lips.
This is how he’s found himself in a relationship with Donna, your older sister.
It didn’t raise any questions when Billy went after Donna. They are both in the same grade and he’s gone after girls like her before.
The Princess type. Sweet as snow fucking white and naive.
As Billy effortlessly danced around Donna, he learnt a lot about you. You’re friendly, but you do have a wicked bite.
He saw the power of your quick tongue when you and Donna had a typical sibling squabble.
For a week all he could think of was how’d you use your tounge on him.
Your interests are an open book to Billy.
Snooping around a girl’s bedroom had never been easier as you and Donna shared a room.
The polaroids and posters that cover the chipped wall. To the guitars that line the foot of your bed.
The parts that make up your side of the room. He’s practically has it memorised.
To the contents of your draws.
The first draw is your panties and bras and for a girl that claims she doesn’t want to date you have a lot of lacy little numbers.
Billy’s favourite draw is your one of your nightstands.
Cigarettes, weed and a journal. Billy being the nosey bustard he is has read a few pages of your journal.
The pages are full of your elegant wispy writing, expressing your feelings in songs and poems.
Donna’s shrill voice pulls Billy from his thoughts. She’s complaining that they are going to be late to the party if he doesn’t hurry and follow her out the door that very second.
Of course, they will be late because of him and not her. She’s the one who spent an hour doing her hair.
During the party, Billy couldn’t focus on Donna. Well, he couldn’t focus on anyone other than you.
His mind was filled to the brim with thought of you. The things he wanted to do to you.
God he’d give anything to bend your pretty little ass over and have his way.
It was around One AM when they arrived back at yours. The house has fallen into an eerie silence of the night.
Donna flops on the couch, muttering away to no one particular. It doesn’t take long for her rambling to fade away as she succumbs to the alcohol laced sleep.
Billy can feel his own falling to the hands on a black out sleep. Your parents don’t approve of boyfriends sleeping over but frankly, he can’t be fucked making his way back to his house.
He’ll deal with your parents wrath in the morning.
Billy heads down the hall to your’s and Donna’s bedroom. No point sleeping on the floor when there is a decent bed to sleep in. Being a bed across from yous is just a cherry ontop.
As his large hand takes hold of the brass doorknob he freezes. Soft moans leak out from behind your door.
A smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. His heart quickens with every passing second.
Your cries grow louder as your delicate fingers work yourself to your orgasm.
A sharp sting of jelousey pierces his heart as the thought of another person being the reason you are hot with extasy.
He’s quick to shake the thought from his mind. He knows you to well. Your standards are too high for any of the dirt bags in this town.
It’s definitely your pretty little fingers working yourself up like this.
Billy’s free hand works his cock over the tight denim of his jeans.
The sounds you make are music to his ears. Sweetwr than any melody that he has ever heard.
As much as he loves the thought of you laying there with your digits sunken in your heat. He wants to be the reason for those sounds to leave your pretty lips.
To hear, you scream his name as you fall into the bliss.
Then he hears it. Something more beautiful than a love confession.
Summary: You are smart, you would shoot him down as soon as a greeting passes his lips. He would have to do this slowly. Inch his way into your bubble. That was going to be easy said than done but now he’s got you.
Warnings: Smut, swearing, oral sex.
Author’s Note: This might end up as a series of one shots of Billy and reader doing dirty things in different places. Let me know what you think. Billy is 18 and Reader is 17.
It’s been a month since Billy overheard you moaning his name as you sunk your pretty little fingers into your wet opening.
It’s constantly on his mind. He aches for you. When he’s fucking your sister, all he can think is;
Would you like that?
Would you make that sound?
Would you let him fuck you on your sister’s bed?
He knows what he wants, and he’ll get it.
He’s started to pay more attention to you. Offering you lifts to and from school much to your sister’s displeasure.
Dropping you off into town for work or to meet up with your friends.
He drops you off at the cinema one night and loves the embarrassed blush that dusts your cheeks.
All your friends gawk as he makes a show out of the drop off. Leaning in close as he warns you about the boys in your group. You’re going to crack. He can feel it.
Summary: He's smitten, and Max doubts that he is aware of it. Who has gotten Billy acting like this? A neighbour from a couple doors down. A pretty thing. Carefree with a heart of gold. Always can be found helping babysit the kids 3 doors down
Warnings: Oral (female receiving), smut, Minors DNI
Author's Note: This is a request for @hargrove-stan . I'm so sorry that it took me so long. I haven't proof read it properly yet so that will happen shortly but please enjoy!
He's smitten, and Max doubts that he is aware of it. Who has gotten Billy acting like this?
A neighbour from a couple of doors down. A pretty thing. Carefree with a heart of gold. Always can be found helping babysit the kids 3 doors down or helping the elderly couple across the street. No matter what you are doing you are always smiling, enjoying the moment.
Billy's eyes watch you like a predator watches its prey.
Max doesn't understand how he pulls in any girls with that leering graze but she doesn't need to understand the logistics of it. More importantly, she doesn't want to know how the brain of her step-brother works.
She just needs to use Billy's crush against him.
So Max ambushed you one sunny afternoon. Begging for a favour. A night of "torturing".
"My place at six. I might little late...I've got a club thing to do after school." She lies smoothly.
Club thing aka meeting Lucas and the gang at the junkyard but you and Billy don't need to know that.
Your knocks can barely be heard over the music leaking out of the Hargrove household.
Billy rips the door open making you jump in the process. His features shift from annoyance to his classic charming smirk.
"Max isn't here." He leans against the door frame, a cigarette between his lips. "But you are more than welcome to come in and wait."
And so you do.
You sit on the fabric couch. Billy taking up the space next to you. His thigh pressed against yours.
The two of you entertained yourself with chatter about music, movies and silly high school gossip.
You let out a laugh. "I didn't see it!"
"How could you not?"
"I was holding Greta's hair as was busy throwing up in her Mum's rose bushes."
"Well, you missed out." Billy's knuckles brush against the exposed thigh.
As the last song fades out and the whirl of the cassette tape fills the void. Billy's lips are on yours.
The kiss started gently. Almost as if Billy was testing the waters but as soon as he feels your cherry-covered lips kiss him back. He doesn't hold back.
Billy like the aggressive tidal wave he is comes crashing down around you. Swoalling you whole.
His hands greedily pull at your body. His lips trail up and down the curve of your neck. You swear that he has kissed you stupid.
His lips leave your sensitive skin. Billy grips your hips. Moving you like you are nothing but a rag doll.
He's taking your shorts with him as he moves down the couch.
Once your legs are free from your shorts they only fall victim to the restraints that our Billy's hands.
He looks at you. His tongue darted out wetting his bottom lip.
He needs to show a sweet thing like you that he isn't a selfish lover.
Pushing your cotton panties aside Billy runs a thick finger between your wet folds. Nipping at your thigh.
A calloused finger brushing against your clit pulls a surprised gasp from your lips. He slips a finger into your entrance. His warm breath funning your cunt.
With no warning, Billy sucks on your clit. Your hands instinctively tangle themselves in his hair. Pulling his face closer.
How he works his tongue is like magic. He has you bucking your hips against his face. Legs locked around his shoulders.
You could feel him smirk against your folds. "That's it, sweetheart." He growls.
The vibrations pick at your nerves. Back arching of the cushions.
Whimpers fall past your lips. The fire that spreads from the heat between your thighs becomes too painful.
Desperate for release. You plead, "Billy." Fingers knotting into his curls.
The sound of his name being called out so desperately unleashes something within him. His movements quicken becoming more and more aggressive.
Your heavy breaths and whimpers blend with the wet noises of Billy's fingers buried in your cunt and let's, not fogey the sinful sounds of his tongue against your aching clit.
Fireworks burst from your core. Your arousal gushing around his tongue. A string of courses fumble from your lips.
If this is how every favour for Max ends, you'll have to start doing more.
I absolutely love that oneshot about the Rogers-Barnes family, just wanted to let you know 😊
Thank you so much💕 Feed back like this honestly means so much to me.
I am also sorry that I went MIA. Hopefully I can be back up and posting in the next couple of weeks. I have many requests and ideas waiting to be written.
Summary: Steve thought he wanted Peggy, but once he had her at arms reach, he realised that this wasn't it. You were what he wanted. He wanted you to be his precious little wife. Steve will make this dream a reality no matter what it takes. He deserves his happily ever after.
Warnings: Breeding, pregnancy, misogyny, old fashions veiws, baby trapping, forced pregnancy. This is a dark and 18+ story, please read at your own discretion
Athouer's Note: I posted this originally on my Ao3. It's my first dark story/peice I have ever writen and published. I'd love to know what you think. If you would like this story to continue or want to see more dark topics and stories covered please let me know. My requests are open.
It's the 4th of July, 1958. The Summer air is thick with the smell of barbeque.
Steve lets his eyes wander across the yard full of familiar faces.
Then his eyes land on you. Your sweet lips painted in the classic Victory Red. You look precious—a true trophy for THE Captain America.
You laugh along with Peggy as you balance a baby on your hip. It's a tight fit as your belly is heavy with the newest addition to the family.
This is how he makes you happy. Steal you away from the pressure of the modern society, away from a 9-to-5 job.
No need to slave away for a boss that doesn't give a damn about your well being.
Here with him, as Mrs Rogers. All you need to worry your pretty little head about is the house the kids.
He always knew that you'd make a wonderful mother.
The other wives look at you with jealousy. Why wouldn't they, though.
You have a husband that gives you anything you ask for. Not to mention that your husband is Captain America. You have an adorable baby girl, and you are glowing with motherhood.
He can't wait to put baby number three in you. He'll try and get you plump with twins the next time.
"Honey." Your sweet voice calls for him. He watches as you waddle across the green grass. Has he mentioned how perfect you look.
"Can you take Melanie? I just need to run to the ladies."
"Of course." Steve takes the 11-month-old from your arms. Stealing a kiss as he does.
He watches you slowly make your way into the house. The house that he bought for you, for your future kids.
His eyes never leave you. Trying his best ser every detail of your body into his mind.
Ass your ass gotten fatter? Motherhood has really done you wonders.
"You have scored big time with that one," Peggy's husband says, puncturing with a pat to Steve's back.
Natasha Romanoff x Reader | SFW | 3 out of 3 | Masterlist
《 Pervious
Summary: Natasha's little princess is down with a cold, Auntie Yelena is the best auntie in the world, and Mummy is growing a surprise.
Warnings: Even if this blog is for the 18+, this is pure fluff.
Author's Note: It has taken me way too long to add the 3rd instalment to Baby Widow. Feedback is always welcomed, and my request are now open, so send your sweet SFW ideas or your dirtiest desires. I want to hear it all.
"Mama!" Widow sobs
Natasha jumps over the toy land mine to her daughter's room. Widow sits up in her bed, hugging her stuffed frog.
Her cheeks are glowing red with a fever, her tiny baby hairs glued to her forehead with sweat. Has her fever finally broke?
"Hey, princess. I'm here." Natasha soothes her daughter.
"I feel yucky." She hiccups
Natasha presses her lips to Widow's forehead. She's still warm. "I know, baby, being sick is no fun."
Widow makes a noise in agreement. Natasha rocks her little girl in her arms. Humming a soft tune allowing Widow time to calm down and to wake up properly.
On the couch, Natasha cuddles up with Widow. Dr Mcstuffins plays on the tv. Froggy tucked under Widow's chin.
"You really aren't feeling well, are you?" Natasha says to herself more than to the dazed toddler.
Strawberry ice cream, water and a cuddle, and she is nearly out like a light.
Natasha presses a kiss to the top of her daughter's head, brushing Widows strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes.
Sick toddlers are the worse, but Natasha can not lie those moments like these. Taking care of her daughter and cuddle with Widow is her favourite type of moment.
Natasha catches as she nearly drifts into sleep. She would have been out like a light if it wasn't for the sharp squeak of the front door.
The rustle of coat and shoes being kicked of tells her that the third member of their little family is home.
"Mama's home," Natasha informs. No one.
You around the corner into the living room. A smile on your face and a hand on your swollen stomach. You are five months pregnant with a baby Client or Yelena.
You had popped out to go to the Doctor's for your ultrasound. Natasha typically comes with you to all the Doctor's appointments, but that wasn't going to happen today with Widow being sick.
You make your way around the couch and pecking Natasha's lips, "how's our Princess?"
You gently place your hand on Widows rosy cheek.
"She's not as warm but still not well," Natasha explains, her eyes falling to your stomach. "How was it?"
"Everything is good, the baby is healthy, and we got a few photos to show-."
Natasha's phone cuts you off as it sings with an incoming video call from Yelena.
The noise awakens Widow. With one look from the redhead, you scoop Widow up into your arms. Running your fingers through her hair. A sure-fire way to lull her.
Natasha answers in Russian. "Ale."
Yelena frowns, "where's my little warrior?"
"Nice to talk to you too," Natasha snips back, causing you to laugh.
Natasha flips the camera, "she's right here."
Yelena lets out a gasp. "Y/N, you are glowing!"
You rub your bump affectionately as a blush dusts your cheeks.
"She is, isn't she." Natasha agrees with a grin.
You are never sure how to take a compliment, and you often get embarrassed by the notion of one.
"Thank you."
"Now, how is my sweet Widow?" Natasha swears that these days the White Widow only calls to dote on her niece.
Natasha sits up, allowing you to sit next to her. You lower yourself down next to Natasha, placing a kiss on her strawberry blonde hair.
"Still sick." Your answer.
"Auntie Yelena will be there soon." She huffs. "But how are you, Y/N?"
"Good, I just got back from the doctor, funny enough."
"I knew it! Do you know what you are having yet?"
You go to answer, but your lips clamp shut. Natasha eyes you, her classic smirk taking hold of her lips. You know the gender.
You and Natasha had no plans to keep the gender a secret, though you both wanted it to be a surprise for Widow.
Natasha swoops in to save you. "Hey, I haven't seen the ultrasounds yet, so that you can wait."
"come on." Yelena whines
"You can find out with everyone else."
"But I'm your sister."
Natasha can't help but scoffs at that. "You can still wait."
"Ass."
"Love you too."
"Fine. Well, I will let you go so missy can see the ultrasounds, but I want my own copies as soon as she sees them."
"Of course. We can't let the number one Auntie down."
"Damn right."
The three of you say your goodbyes, and the screen goes blank.
Widow's headshots up and look up at you. "Look who's finally with us." She cuddles back into your side. Letting out a tired huff.
Natasha doesn't allow herself to be distracted by the cuteness that is you and Widow.
"Ultrasounds, now," Natasha demands. You hand her the envelope that you had carried in with you.
Natasha feels the butterflies in her stomach work up a storm. Her heartbeat grows louder as she looks at the black and grey photos. This is her baby. Your baby. Widow's sibling.
Widow.
To think only a couple of years ago, the two of you were looking at Widow in the static format.
Now she's going to be a big sister.
This is a life Natasha never thought she was good enough to have. A dream she never dared herself to dream of.
She. The Black Widow has a daughter and a loving wife who is with her second child. She could almost shed tears of joy. Almost.
"Do you want to see a photo of the baby?" You say, gently rub your Widow's back.
Natasha hands you the ultrasound. It's probably for the best as she feels the tears trying to force their way over the edge.
"The baby looks funny." Widow comments.
"Well, the baby is still growing."
"When will they be here?"
"Still got four months to go." You say sweetly. You always have time to answer Widow's questions. "Mummy tummy still has to get a lot bigger."
Widow lays across your laps, "I want to meet them now."
Natasha takes back the ultrasound." So do we, baby."
She feels an extra piece of paper. Turning over the photo, there is a sticky note.
'It's a boy!'
Natasha looks at you with a massive grin on her face. You smile and give her a nod; a happy giggle escapes your lips.
Natasha wraps her arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead before capturing your lips in a loving kiss. The kiss holds a dangerous amount of passion.
A passion that is going to have to wait until Princess Widow is tucked into bed.
Summary: School runs are an organised operation in the Roger-Barnes family though some parents don't make it easy.
Warnings: Judgement towards Poly relationships. It's really just fluffy family stuff and the boys taking care of their wife. Maybe hints of a breeding kink
Authors' Note: Let me who you think the father of baby 3 is! I always like to think of the family fluffy side of Stucky and Reader relationships. Feedback is always appreciated and tell me what Stucky and Reader scenarios you'd like to see. SFW or NSFW
Ah, school pick up. A nosey and chaotic time. Kids running everywhere and parents gossiping or chasing after their kids.
Having two kids at the school pick up for the Roger-Barnes is a timed masterpiece, with a plan for every occasion and for how many are coming for the school run. Most of the time it's Steve doing the school run after retiring from being Captain America he's picked up the role as a stay at home dad. Your job has flexible hours so you can occasionally be found with Steve for pick up. It's a rare sight to see Bucky doing pick up as he's across the country or the world working with Sam.
Today was a lucky day though. Bucky is here with you and Steve for school pick up. The kids would be so excited to have him pick them up.
The three of you climb out of the SUV. "I'll go get Loralie," Steve spoke as he locked the car.
"Bucky and I'll go get Harvey." Steve kisses you softly then Bucky before taking off in the direction of Loralie's class.
You hold out your hand for Bucky, your other hand rubbing a pattern onto your eight-month baby bump. Baby number three is right around the corner.
With your hand in his, he makes sure to take smaller strides smiling softly at your waddle.
Some parents already stand outside of Harvey's class, waiting for their own kids. Bucky, let's go of your hand, wanting to linger towards the back, letting you work the other parents and get Harvey's backpack.
You've gotten caught by a group of Mums with babies in their arms. They're gushing over your large belly, telling you are you are absolutely glowing and petting your belly like you are some animal at a Zoo.
Bucky knows that's you are feeling the farthest thing from glowing, and being touched is the last thing you want. You're tired, sore and swollen.
Steve and Bucky tried to keep you on the couch instead of coming for the school run, but you insist, and now this is what you get for not listening.
"I didn't miss that." A redhead to his right speaks up. "After my first pregnancy, I decided that it was going to be my last."
Bucky nods his head in agreement. Not really wanting to continue the conversation. The redhead disagreed.
"I'm Ellie. Jake's mum. She holds her hand.
He takes her and introduces himself. "I'm Harvey's dad."
A puzzled look dawns on the woman's face. "Oh", she pauses, and Bucky mentally prepares himself.
Here we go again.
"I thought Steve was Harvey's dad?"
Well, yes, biologically, Harvey is Steve's, and biologically, Loralie is Bucky's. The only thing connecting them as siblings is the last name and the features they got from you.
Bucky has raised Harvey alongside you and Steve. The Roger-Barnes isn't your traditional family unit but a family no less.
"We both are." That is Bucky's answer.
"Oh...um, just don't see you often." She tries to cover her awkwardness.
"My work keeps me busy."
Thank God! The bell chimes out, realising the kids from their educational holds. Bucky makes his way towards you. He can't keep ignoring your big 'Save me' eyes forever.
He kisses your temple sliding Harvy's bag over his shoulder. Before wrapping an arm protectively around you. Some of the mother's give the two of you a weird look. The looks only grew in confusion as Harvey comes over yelling.
"Mummy, Papa!" Harvey kisses your stomach. "Hi, baby."
Well, isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?
"Hi, sweetie!" You greet, giving Harvey a hug.
Harvey jumps at Bucky, who easily catches the boy and hold him against his hip. The other kids stare on in jealousy as they have become too big for their father to lift them like that.
"How was your day, buddy?" Bucky kisses his son's golden hair.
"Good. We played soccer today." The boy explains.
"That's good. Shall we go get Daddy and Loralie?"
"Yeah! I have news, and I want to tell everyone." Harvey grins.
Bucky can already guess what the news is, but he knows it is best to keep that part to himself.
Bucky offers his hand to you. He lets you take your time as you walk up the hill to Loralie's area of the school. Harvey talks about all the details of his day and the friends he played with.
Steve stands at the sandy border of the playground. He may have given up the title of Captain America, but he still stands like he carries the name.
"Daddy!" Harvey calls out with a massive wave.
Steve's face lights up as the three missing pieces of his family reunite with him.
"Guess what?" Harvy squeaks.
"What?" Steve asks, matching his son's excitement.
The blond boy looks between his three parents, making sure that he has their full attention. "I lost a tooth!"
The three of you react with surprise. It was honestly about time that tooth fell free.
"You're going have to put it under the pillow," you smile.
Heavy's attention was starting wonder to the playground. "Can I go play?"
"Just for a little while." Bucky places the boy on the down as soon as his feet hit the ground. He was off.
Harvey finds his little sister in an instant on the plastic jungle gym.
The three of you watch the kids occasionally joining into conversation with some of the other parents.
Your hold on Bucky has tightened, and you are resting heavily on Steve. You've reached your Max.
"Steve," Bucky calls and motions to you.
He nods and steps forward, "Lori, Harvey, time to go!"
Loralie takes the slide down to the sand, and Harvey takes the flying fox over. They look like little superheroes running out for a mission.
The drive home was filled with giggles, stores and songs. Once home, the kids are released from the car, chasing after each other.
You let out a heavy sigh, both hands supporting your lower back. You reach for the kids' backpacks. Steve rounds the car to your side.
Steve captures your lips in a gentle kiss, his larger hand resting on your bump. "Go inside, baby. Buck and I will handle the kids."
You look over your shoulder. Bucky chases the kids into the backyard. Their playful screams pierce the air. They are so energetic this afternoon, and there is no way you would be able to keep up with them.
"You sure?" you question
"Yes, I'm sure." Steve treasures you taking the backpacks from you.
You really are lucky that you have two wonderful men that love being hands-on with the kids.
You give Steve's cheek a kiss as you waddle into the house.
You head to the couch. A place where you can still be around the kids. As soon as your body meets the soft fabric of the couch, you can feel every muscle in your body screams with relief.
Though your mind doesn't easy up. There is so much to do. Clothes need to be washed, afternoon snacks and dinner needs to be prepared, homework needs to be completed, baby things need to be found or built. Did you end up finding the baby car seat?
You need to find the car seat and maybe the baby bouncer while you're at it.
"Uh, where do you think you are going?" Steve's voice comes from the kitchen
How does he do that? He always knows when you are about to run off and do something.
You debate if you should get up or stay put as Steve makes that choice for you. Steve lifts your legs onto the couch, tucking a pillow under your feet.
You rub your hands over your face, "did we find the baby bouncer and car seat?"
"Buck found the bouncer, but we need to buy a new one." Steve holds up a bottle of massage oil, "I'll look for the car seat tonight." You roll up your shirt and shuffles your pants down.
Steve warms up the oil with his hands, "how you feeling okay?" he asks as he massages your hips.
"Yeah, just achy and swollen. Nothing new." You let out a hum of pleasure. Eyes fluttering to a close.
Steve give you a soft smile, he gives your hips a soft squeeze and peppers your stomach with kisses.
The tender moment was broken as Bucky struts through the living room one kid on his back the other under his arm.
"Gotta feed the childer-beast," he announces.
Steve and you burst into laughter the beep of the microwave pulls you back to reality.
"Buck?" Steve questions
"On it!"
The shuffle of feet, bumps and bangs flow from the kitchen. Loralie comes into the living room. "Be careful. It's hot," she warns, handing the heat pillow to you.
"Thank you, baby." Sitting up you the place it under your back.
Once you've settled again Steve starts working on your tender body.
"Can you feel the baby move?" Loralie asks.
"I think they are asleep?" You answer, running a hand through her chestnut locks.
"When will they wake up?"
"We don't know, sweetie." Steve answers, "but I can tell you they like to kick a lot while Daddy is trying to sleep. They couldn't stop kicking me in the back last night."
You laugh softly, and Steve gives you a wink. Loralie gasps and pokes your belly. "Naughty baby. We don't kick."
A soft giggle slips past your lips, "It's okay the baby is just a bit squished in there."
"Oh! Then the baby will be here soon?" She asks with a little jump.
"Not quite yet," Steve answers, spreading the remainder of the oil over your belly and pulls your shirt down.
Bucky comes in with two bowls of fruit and two water bottles. Harvey follows already munching on his afternoon snack and plops himself in front of the tv.
Steve helps you sit up. Loralie climbs up to sit next to you. Bucky hands Loralie her fruit bowl and bottle and instead of handing you yours, he places yours on your belly.
Looking up at Bucky he's smile wide and full of cheeky.
"Very funny."
"Aw come on I have seen you use your bump as a table plenty of time." He argues.
Before you could say another bright plastic bowl joins yours. Loralie covers her mouth as she fails in hiding her giggles.
"She gets it," Steve adds with a laugh of his own.
"All of you are real lucky that I love you and you." you turn to Loralie "are too damn cute to be mad at."
You kiss her on the forehead then Steve, Bucky and Harvey came running over not wanting to miss out.
Summary: Alone time is a time everyone craves even more so when the heat that grows between her legs doesn't simmer down. Her teammates have stolen her alone time and now her vibrator decides to play a cruel joke but luckily there is a man that is perfect for the job.
Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, finger fucking, dirty talk, adult languages and themes read at your own risk.
Author's Note: Bucky Barens is a beast. Feedback is welcomed and requests are open so come and tell me what you desire.
You are dripping and relife is just a button away. Hell, you'd thought you couldcum from the turbulence from the flight home alone.
All week you have been trying to relieve the ache that lays between your thighs but there was always something to do.
Freshly showered you pull your glittery pink vibrator out from its hiding spot along with the lube.
You work the clear lube over the textured silicone.
You chew your bottom lip in anticipation your manicured nail hovers over the power button with one swift motion you press the button.
Nothing. Not a hum or a shake to be seen or heard. No, no! The fucking batteries are dead!
You open up your nightstand and the battery packet is empty, you then search your desk, nothing.
Your dresser and closet reveal nothing.
"Stupid." You mutter as you slip a T-shirt dress over your naked body. To the kitchen.
You search the draws and cupboards. No batteries. How do you live in a house full of super genius and have no batteries. More importantly, how do you still have a vibrator that runs on batteries.
TV remote? Are you seriously going to steal the TV remotes batteries so you can get off? Could always use your hands but the slender build of your fingers just isn't hitting the spot.
Hunched over the counter you squeeze your thighs together needy for a touch that wasn't your own. "You alright?" Bucky's voice comes from behind.
Casting a wary gaze his way. He only returns your look with a grin, "I'll take that as a no."
"I'll be nice and give you a warning. Don't." You are that worked up that you don't know if you'll end up punching him or riding him.
Oh, riding Bucky Barens that's fuel for another night but why not make it a reality? You have seen the way he stares. Sky blue eyes lingering on your ass and it's not like you have been shy with your own staring. He is attractive and he has a body that rivals the Gods.
You spin around, leaning heavily against the counter. "do you want to have sex?"
"What?"
Pushing off the counter you parade yourself over to him "Do you want to have sex with me?" You are a prey severing themself up to their predator on a silver platter. "I'm not going to ask again."
Bucky crashes his lips into yours, his hand pulls at the hair t the nape of your neck.
A gasp falls from your lips and Bucky takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The kiss is fierce hands pulling at fabric and skin. Your own hands wander down the front of his sweat pants. Grabbing for his dick like a teenager.
Bucky lets out a low gravely laugh, in a single movement he lifts you up. Tighs wrap around his waist, his large hands squeezes your ass.
"Who's room?" He asks between kisses.
"Does it matter?"
"Depends how loud do you wanna be?" He bites at the shell of your ear.
Bucky's room is wedged between Steve's and Natasha's while yours is on the other end with Sam's, who is visiting his sister.
"Mine." You mon.
Bucky carries you with ease to your bedroom.
Bucky drops you onto the bed. You push the betrayer of a vibrator off the bed as Bucky strips the shirt from his chiselled body.
Bucky crawls on top of you, his metal hand sinking into the pillows.
His lips meet yours in a savage kiss. Hips move against yours. You can feel yourself flutter with need. His bulge is heavenly against your engorge clit.
His other hand travels between your thighs. Purring as he feels your pussy. Nothing is blocking him from your dripping heat.
Your body is crying out for him. The front of his sweat pants is wet with your slick.
Bucky strokes his fingers between your fold, your slick coating his fingers. "you are so wet." He nips at your neck.
Pushing a finger into your warm cunt, steadily moving, curling it, he hits that perfect spot.
"Bucky." you plea.
You are desperate, and his single finger isn't enough. He slides the second in with ease.
He pulls his finger out, and you whine at the emptiness, "what's this?
"Huh?" Bucky holds up the bottle of lube.
You're lips part as your mind races for a semi-decent excuse. The wicked grin that grows across his face halts any thoughts and sends all power to your cunt.
Bucky pops the cap and squeezes drops onto two of his fingers. You watch in anticipation as he rubs the clear gel between them.
He plunges the two metal digits into your tight cunt. The temperature difference has you shivering.
"You really need this, don't you, a good fucking." He squeezes in a third finger.
He watches the way your back arches off the bed and how you claw at the sheets. The way you stretch around his fingers. The pain is delicious.
His dick throbs with straining against the soft material of his pants as he watches his fingers disappear into your heat.
The sounds of your arousal and heavy pants fill the room. Bucky presses his thumb to your clit. Massaging the bundle of nerves, heat tears it's way throw your body, your legs shake with sweet delight, and a scream is pulled from deep within your chest.
"Look at you. Screaming from my fingers." He purrs, curling his metal fingers.
He's only used his hands, and you are already a hot mess. How are you going to survive his dick?
The knot in your stomach tightens with every second his fingers are inside of you. You are begging him to let you come. The pressure is becoming too much.
With a final stroke, you gush around his metal digest. Your breathing is erratic your hair is plastered to your face with sweat. You don't think you have come that hard - ever.
Admiring his handy work, Bucky shamelessly breathes in your sent that lingers on his fingers.
Presses his fingers to your swollen lips. Willing you open your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his thick digits, sucking yourself clean off.
Within a blink, Bucky removes your dress. "I'm not done with you yet, baby girl."
Bucky's words pull you out from the fog. He's gotten ridden of his pants.
His cock stands proudly. It's exactly how you imagined it.
You place your hand on his chest, pushing lightly. Stopping, he looks at you with curious eyes, "what's the matter?"
All you say is, "let me."
Bucky nods his head and lets you take the lead. Now on his back, you straddle his thighs. You lower yourself into him, easing him into your already sensitive cunt.
His fingers dig into your hips as you bottom out. You don't give yourself time to adjust as you roll your hips slowly, basking in the way Bucky throws his head back in pleasure. It's a sight that you want to burn deep into your mind.
His sweet baby blues are replaced with lusty blown-out pupils. Pride crawls its way up from the depths of your soul. It's you that is making him feel this good.
Bucky snaps his hips upwards, earning a gaspy yelp from you. He shot you a playful wink as he does it again. He sits up, gripping your jaw with his metal hand, "you make such cute faces when my dick is buried in your pussy."
His large hands squeeze your ass, guiding your movements. Resting his head in the crook of your next, his breath fanning your skin.
He wastes no time and picks up the pace. His stokes were controlled yet greedy. His lips leave yours to attack your neck. You are definitely going to have marks by tomorrow.
Bucky slides a had between your two bodies. His calloused fingers graze your clit; you wither in his hold.
The knot has arrived with a vengeance. You are holding on by a thread.
"Just like that." Bucky breaths. His touch is distressed. His breathing is shallow.
You cum with a cry. Bucky allows you to use him as you ride out your orgasm.
Bucky pats your ass. You shake your head "it's fine. Implant."
It was as a wild beast was unleashed. Bucky selfishly chances after his own orgasm, and you willing allow him to use your body. With a groan, he indulges in his own orgasm, filling you with his seed.
Did you ever think you'd be getting your world rocked by someone older than sliced bread? Not in a million years
