big dick!billy who loves having you sit on his lap because he knows you can feel him through his pants
big dick!billy who filmed you the first time he fucked you so he’ll always have the memory of the first time he stretched you out around him. a tape of your body quivering, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, his cock stuffed in you to the hilt, and your hands clutching at the sheets on his bed.
big dick!billy who keeps a photo of your stomach in his wallet. a bulge in your belly showing how deep he’s buried in you.
big dick!billy who loves seeing you cry and pout around his cock when you can’t take him all the way down your throat. he assures you that it’s okay and wraps your hand around his base and even that barely works
big dick!billy who can’t help but chuckle as he watches you try to sink yourself down onto his dick. his seat pushed back to accompany for you on top of him, slowly sucking him in inch by inch. your face contorting as you take him in and he can’t help but bite his bottom lip to hold back his grin. he thinks it’s cute how much you struggle to take him by yourself. and he’s more than happy to help you down when you ask, after teasing you, of course. he waste no time slamming you down on his cock.
Summary: You're stuck between your boyfriends in what seems to be the hottest night of the year.
Pairings: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.4K
Inspired by this post made by @dorkszn 💖
Warnings: implied sexual content, mentions of stabbing and biting, FLUFF ALL OVER
Part 2
It’s hot.
You don’t mean the usual, July kind of hot in New York when everything seems to melt like a neglected ice-cream cone. You also don’t mean yourself or your companions, even though they have a lot of hot qualities going on.
It’s the place that you’ve found yourself in, or, more accurately, a nest that one of your boyfriends insists on creating each night, no matter the high temperatures outside. With the AC unit barely working and a half-damaged fan, which was almost destroyed on purpose by Logan during one of his daily fights with Wade, tonight’s heat is unbearable.
And it’s not that you don’t like being warm. You’re more of a summer girl, enjoying extreme heat and the sun kissing your skin, your wardrobe full of dresses and skirts to catch a light breeze when outside, always the first one on a lounge chair to sunbathe and bask in the heavenly white heat of long, summer days. Your worst nightmare is deep winter, with agonizingly cold temperatures and activities like ice-skating or building a snowman, hands half-frozen and teeth clattering uncontrollably.
But tonight?
Tonight everything is too much, even for you. The heat is overwhelming and unpleasant, surrounding you from every possible angle.
The fan sounds as if it’s its last night on earth, definitely working overtime and below its paygrade. You can’t see Mary but her light snores fill the room accompanying Logan’s casual growling, deep and insistent in your ear. Wade is silent for once, his breath steadily brushing the skin of your upper arm and neck, the constant sleep talking temporarily simmered down.
It’s your usual sleep arrangement, Logan comfortably situated behind you, your naked back flush with his bare chest, his arms hooped around your belly and mid-section like a vine, his large hands on your waist, leaving you literally no space to move or escape without waking him up. Wade is glued to the front of your body, your legs tangled together like roots of a crazy tree, your head resting on his shoulder with your face hidden in the crook of his neck, and Wade’s other arm slung over you and Logan, to have you both within an arm’s reach.
Logan isn’t a fan of Wade stealing you all for himself, especially if he does it in that obnoxious, you won’t do shit about it, peanut way, which causes low, unamused grumbling on better days and scratching or outright stabbing Wade on not so good ones. It’s more of expressing difficult feelings through violence than real hatred but Logan wouldn’t be caught dead saying out loud that he secretly enjoys when Wade hugs you both the way he’s doing it now.
Sure, there are nights where Wade is the one to squish you from behind like a sponge but, most of the time, he prefers to be in front, chest to chest or tits to tits,if you were to quote the man himself, leaving your behind to Logan’s exclusive use. Too bad Wade ain’t ever really tits to tits, it’s more of his head resting on your shoulder or right between your cleavage, which dangerously overlaps with him drooling all over your breasts every other time. It isn’t that unpleasant but you fake-complain in the mornings when it happens, just to see Wade be slightly embarrassed for once. Your legs always end up entangled, little Mary resting somewhere in between the three of you.
And while having two private heaters is heavenly during the cold, winter months of the year, now it seems to be a not-so-funny joke. Both Wade and Logan love to sleep naked or with just one item of clothing on them, Wade sometimes choosing to sleep only in Logan’s t-shirt. Yes, it doesn’t cover anything, and on days like this you’re grateful that Al is actually blind. Sleeping naked isn’t a downside per se, but now it makes you feel oven-hot, the heat that radiates from everyone suddenly too overwhelming to enjoy it.
To make matters worse, you’re sticky. Sticky with multiple layers of sweat, droplets of it actively trickling down your side and back, your hair plastered all over your neck and forehead making you even hotter, especially with Logan’s beard buried in the crook of your neck. The place where Wade’s arm rests on yours is soaking wet, little beads of sweat running down to drip, drip, drip right onto your hip and sheets. On the top of it all, you’re sticky like that, too, a mixture of bodily fluids splashed all over your thighs, lower belly, and chest, a rather messy testament to your before-bedtime activities, which made you delirious with pleasure and forced you to fall asleep right after Logan’s hushed ‘night, princess.
You’re stuck.
You try to focus on falling back to sleep but it doesn’t work. There’s no way you’re not going to wake up Logan if you start moving but you can’t stay like that, feeling like a lobster being thrown into boiling water. The final straw is Mary, who changes her position mid-sleep and covers your feet with her little body, making your temperature skyrocket.
You grunt, wiggling carefully to free yourself of Logan’s arms. Wade is still asleep when he slightly turns away from you both, leaving you a bit shocked that he dressed into his Hello Kitty boxers for once.
You’re in the middle of sliding down Logan’s chest, his arms level with your tits, when Logan’s hoarse voice makes you stop all your abrupt movements.
“What is it that you’re doing, bub?”
Fuck.
“It’s too hot in here. I need out,” you whisper quickly, your hands coming to rest on his huge arms. You’d think he’d let you go but it’s not that easy. Logan slightly loosens his grip on you, only to slide you back up and hide his face in your sweaty hair. You manage to twist your body towards his face. “I’m serious, Lo. I need a cold shower, right now.”
The urgency in your tone gets his attention. He lets you go with an unhappy growl that makes Mary perk up.
“Want me to go wit’ ya?”
You kiss him on the lips, just a little peck but that seems to do the trick.
“No, I’ll be quick. Sorry about waking you up.”
His only answer is another low growl but the crease between Logan’s brows straightens, then completely disappears, right when you’re kissing Wade’s sweaty forehead.
Your visit to the bathroom is quick but Mary follows you anyway. She sits right in front of the shower curtain, yawning a total of six times before you finish showering. The water is cold on your skin, a bit of a shock after being surrounded with extreme warmth, all stickiness and hotness going down the drain in a matter of minutes. Dry and ready to go, you pick the dog up with one hand, placing her under your left arm.
“Look at you, standing guard and all,” you whisper words of praise as you go back into your small, stuffy room, Mary wagging her tail happily.
Ten minutes are enough for Wade to force himself into Logan’s personal space, now that you’re not their buffer. His hello kitty cladded hips are perfectly aligned with Logan’s naked ones, his hand fondling Logan’s tits, his face halfway in Logan’s hair.
“Come quick, baby girl, and save me,” squeaks Wade when you put Mary down on the edge of the bed. That’s when you see it, Logan’s teeth buried in Wade’s arm, the same one which Wade used to feel Logan up. It’s nothing serious if there’s no blood, so you lie down in between them, forcing Logan to let go of Wade’s flesh.
“Gods’sake, behave, both of you.”
You put your head on Wade’s chest, finding your way back into a comfortable position, Logan’s hands immediately on your hips. Wade makes a big stretch, “accidentally” extending his arm to embrace you both.
“Thought he’d bite it off but I’m safe when you’re here.”
Logan buries his nose in your neck, growling lowly behind your ear, probably something about slicing Wade’s arm off, but it’s too incoherent to know for sure. He doesn’t move away from Wade’s embrace, though, which is enough for you to smile happily, watching as Mary finds her spot in between Logan’s feet.
Ah, la vie de cow-boy ! C’est un mythe qui fascine encore aujourd’hui, des films western de John Wayne aux romans inspirants de l’époque. Mais qu'en était-il vraiment ? Entre l’image romancée du cow-boy des western classiques et la réalité plus terre-à-terre, découvrons ensemble à quoi ressemblait la vie d’un cow-boy.
Une journée dans la vie d’un cow-boy
Le cow-boy typique passait ses journées dans les grands espaces du Far West, travaillant sur des ranchs pour s’occuper du bétail. La journée commençait tôt, souvent avant le lever du soleil, avec des tâches comme le rassemblement des troupeaux ou la vérification des clôtures. Travailler dans le canyon ou les prairies demandait une équitation habile et une endurance à toute épreuve.
Les chevauchées fantastiques étaient fréquentes, avec des trajets qui pouvaient durer des heures pour trouver de l’eau ou surveiller les bovins. La selle et le chapeau de cow-boy étaient des accessoires indispensables, offrant protection et style dans un environnement rude.
Les défis de la vie de cow-boy
Contrairement à l'image du cow-boy dans les films américains, la vie réelle était souvent difficile et monotone. Les cow-boys travaillaient jusqu'à 20 heures par jour, en se protégeant non seulement des prédateurs mais aussi des tempêtes et des bousculades nocturnes. Les salaires étaient modestes, oscillant entre 25 et 40 dollars par mois, malgré le dur labeur.
Les rassemblements de printemps et d'automne étaient des moments cruciaux. Les cow-boys marquaient les veaux, castraient les bêtes, et préparaient le bétail pour les longues conduites vers les villes de l'élevage de bétail. Ces chemins comme la piste Chisholm étaient souvent semés d'embûches et de risques.
La diversité des cow-boys
L'image du cow-boy blanc et solitaire est largement véhiculée dans les western modernes, mais la réalité était beaucoup plus diverse. Au Texas, par exemple, un tiers des cow-boys étaient afro-américains ou mexico-américains. La répartition raciale variait selon les régions, et chaque cow-boy apportait sa propre histoire et ses compétences à ce métier exigeant.
Les équipements et la tenue vestimentaire
La tenue d’un cow-boy était avant tout fonctionnelle. Des bottes hautes, un chapeau de cow-boy pour se protéger du soleil, et des vêtements robustes étaient essentiels. Les éperons et le lariat faisaient aussi partie de l’équipement standard. En effet, le cow-boy devait être prêt à affronter tous les éléments de la nature tout en gérant le cheptel et les bovins.
Vie sociale et culturelle
Le cow-boy vivait dans un monde où les relations sociales étaient souvent aussi rudes que le travail lui-même. Les soirées dans les saloon étaient un moment de détente, parfois accompagné de danses country et de musique. Cependant, la vie en ville n’était pas sans conflits. Les portraits des cow-boys variaient entre l’image du héros courageux et celle du voyou de la frontière.
L'héritage du cow-boy
Malgré la rudesse de la vie de cow-boy, le métier a laissé une empreinte durable dans la culture américaine. Les récits de cow-boys ont inspiré des films westerns, des bandes dessinées comme Lucky Luke, et même des festivals de country. Le cow-boy est devenu un symbole de liberté et d’indépendance, même si la réalité était parfois bien différente de la légende.
En conclusion, la vie d’un cow-boy était loin d’être une simple aventure à cheval dans les grandes plaines américaines. C’était un métier exigeant, souvent sous-estimé, mais toujours empreint d’un esprit de liberté et de courage. Que ce soit en équitation western ou en rodéo, le cow-boy continue de captiver notre imagination et de définir une partie importante de l’histoire de l’Ouest américain.
FAQ : À quoi ressemblait la vie d’un cow-boy ?
1. Qu'est-ce qu'un cow-boy exactement ?
Un cow-boy est un ouvrier agricole spécialisé dans l’élevage du bétail, principalement dans les vastes espaces du Far West américain. Contrairement aux images romantiques véhiculées par les films et les romans, les cow-boys étaient souvent des travailleurs mal payés, engagés dans des tâches épuisantes et difficiles. Le terme cow-boy est apparu au début des années 1830 au Texas et désignait à l'origine des pillards de bétail avant d'être attribué aux ouvriers agricoles après la Guerre de Sécession.
2. Quelle était la vie quotidienne d'un cow-boy ?
La vie quotidienne d'un cow-boy était centrée autour des grands rassemblements de bétail et des longues conduites vers les marchés. Les journées étaient marquées par des heures de travail intenses, souvent jusqu’à 20 heures par jour. Les cow-boys s'occupaient de tâches variées telles que marquer les veaux, castrer les animaux et gérer les troupeaux. Ils faisaient face à des défis comme les conditions climatiques extrêmes, les prédateurs et les bêtes sauvages.
3. Quels étaient les défis majeurs auxquels les cow-boys étaient confrontés ?
Les cow-boys faisaient face à de nombreux défis, notamment :
Conditions climatiques extrêmes : chaleur brûlante, froid intense et tempêtes.
Risques liés au bétail : bétail errant, bousculades nocturnes et attaques de prédateurs.
Travail difficile : tâches lourdes et salissantes avec des salaires souvent bas.
4. Les cow-boys étaient-ils tous des hommes blancs ?
Non, loin de là ! Bien que les cow-boys les plus connus dans les récits populaires soient souvent décrits comme blancs, la réalité était beaucoup plus diverse. Au Texas, par exemple, environ un tiers des cow-boys étaient afro-américains ou mexico-américains. La répartition raciale variait considérablement selon les régions.
5. Comment les cow-boys étaient-ils perçus à l'époque ?
Les perceptions des cow-boys étaient très variées. Certains les voyaient comme des aventuriers courageux et loyaux, tandis que d'autres les décrivaient comme des voyous sans foi ni loi. Les descriptions négatives venaient souvent de ceux qui les observaient en ville après une longue période sur les sentiers, tandis que ceux qui passaient du temps dans les pâturages les voyaient comme des travailleurs acharnés et courageux.
6. Quelle était la tenue vestimentaire typique d'un cow-boy ?
La tenue des cow-boys variait en fonction du climat et du terrain. Les éléments essentiels comprenaient :
Chapeau de cow-boy : large pour se protéger du soleil.
Chemise et pantalon : souvent en flanelle pour la chaleur.
Bottes à éperons : pour faciliter l'équitation et le travail avec le bétail.
Gilet et ceinture : pour porter des outils comme les cordes et les révolvers.
7. Les cow-boys utilisaient-ils des armes à feu ?
Oui, mais leur usage était souvent exagéré dans les récits populaires. Les cow-boys portaient des révolvers et des pistolets, mais la plupart d'entre eux n'étaient pas particulièrement habiles avec ces armes. Dans la réalité, les armes étaient principalement utilisées pour se défendre plutôt que pour des duels spectaculaires.
8. Comment la vie des cow-boys a-t-elle évolué avec le temps ?
Avec la clôture des pâturages et l'expansion des voies ferrées dans les années 1890, le cow-boy classique a commencé à disparaître. Le travail est devenu plus structuré et les grandes entreprises ont remplacé les petits ranchs. Cependant, l'image du cow-boy romantique perdure dans les films, les livres et les festivals western.
9. Quelle est l'héritage des cow-boys aujourd'hui ?
Aujourd'hui, l'esprit des cow-boys continue de vivre dans la culture populaire, les festivals western et les événements comme les rodéos. Les valeurs d'indépendance, de courage et de travail acharné associées aux cow-boys sont encore célébrées, et leur image reste un symbole emblématique de l'Ouest américain.
Si tu as d'autres questions sur la vie des cow-boys ou si tu souhaites explorer plus en détail cet univers fascinant, n'hésite pas à nous le faire savoir !
EDDIE MUNSON never thought about recording while he had sex. It just never came to mind. Not until he had his favorite little cheerleader face down, ass up on his mattress. Still wearing her Hawkins High cheer uniform, her skirt hiked up on her waist, bouncing slightly everytime he fucks into her.
“Just like that, pretty girl. Just— fuck— like that,” Eddie pants above you. His camera pointed directly at the area where you’re connected. Watching the way the plump of your ass ripples with every thrust.
“Eddie,” you whine, your voice almost overshadowed by the sound of your ass meeting his thighs. His hand settles on your rear, kneading and pressing the pads of his fingers into the skin. He moves the camera up. The lens trailing your quivering body in your uniform, your soft hands clutching at his comforter and your face pushed sideways into his bed.
“Yeah? Whose dick are you taking, pretty girl? Who’s making you feel good, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, his voice broken up by groans and ragged breaths. He damn near forgets about the camera entirely when your pretty cunt tightens around his dick. A broken moan echoing behind the camera.
“You, fuck, it’s yours,” you breathe out, nearly overshadowed by the squelch of your pussy. You let out a cry when Eddie’s hand suddenly comes down on the flesh of your ass, his rings leaving behind a sting.
“Uht uht, say my name,” he orders, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches you try to hide from the camera. He fucks you a little harder until a mumbled string of his name over and over again comes from you. “Yeah, baby, it’s me.”
He drops the camera so he can keep fucking you properly. Only what you deserve, after all. He promised he’d be better fuck than any jock you could find. He also promised he’d show the jocks that he could treat you better. Good thing he recorded.
𝓋ℴ𝓁. six / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers
twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. seven !
STEVE HARRINGTON
01. in the break room of family video ( male reader )
02. fucking one of the “freaks” in an empty classroom ( fem reader )
03. taking you in his car during lunch ( fem reader )
04. he wants to get as deep as possible ( male reader )
BILLY HARGROVE
01. he thinks you moaning and crying his name while your knees are pressed to your chest is the best thing ever ( male reader )
02. passenger princess ( fem reader )
03. him fucking you soft for a change ( male reader )
04. he wonders how many orgasm he can pull from you in one night ( fem reader )
bonus. this video is just billy vibes
JONATHAN BYERS
01. everybody assumes you’re the top and jonathan bottoms. but both of you know that isn’t right. ( male reader )
02. riding him right after you wake up ( male reader )
03. letting you use him ( fem reader )
04. he’s been thinking about you nonstop ( fem reader )
my first multi-character vers!! 😛 jason, eddie, and hopper next? do we want a girls vers? also i did this in like under an hour, motivation and energy were present 🙏🏽 can y’all tell im in my stranger things era again?
......Logan fucking you face down ass up while smoking a cigar
FACE DOWN ASS UP THATS THE WAY I LIKE TO GET—
quick lil drabble, gn reader, heavy overstim, pain kink, dacryphilia, smoking, sadism and masochism elements, pet names, a little bit mean dom logan, nsfw under the cut, not proofread
He’s fucking you so mean too. His free hand wrap around the back of your neck, pushing your head down into the pillows. A ring of your mixed cum forming around his wide base. Your hands clutching at whatever you can. That perfect arch in your back that Logan practically molded into you. Tears glistening on your lashes because it’s just so much.
Meanwhile, Logan’s just taking puffs of his cigar. Blowing the smoke out of his lips and letting it fill your senses and intoxicate your (damn near turned to mush) brain. He basically taunting you with it. That you’re so fucked out and messed up while he’s just smoking and absolutely ruining you.
You’re weakly moving before you can think. Which you can barely do anyways. Trying to crawl away from him just for a second because it feels so good but you’re so sensitive it almost hurts. “Lo, can’t— ngh, can’t take it,” you moan out pathetically.
Only for him to grab your hips with both hands and pull you back to him with minimal effort. Stuffing you to the hilt with his cock and making your legs nearly give out under you. “Yes, you can, darlin’. Stop tellin’ me what you can’t take.” He responds, words slightly muffled by the cigar between his lips. His words nearly push the tears over while making you tighten around him at the same time. The cigar almost falling from his lips as he groans due to the feeling off your warm walls hugging his dick.
What does finally make the tears spill from your glossy eyes is when he presses the butt of his cigar against your ass. And it’s entirely intentional. He watches as your skin reddens and burns slightly. Your words fall into weak, broken cries at the feeling but it also makes that knot in your stomach clench further.
“Shh, s’okay, sweetheart,” he says to you softly as he leans down, pressing his hairy chest into your back while pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your skin. The sting of his cigar still prominent along with the stretch of his cock with every thrust. “S’okay, it looks pretty on ya.”
“First of all, it’s a ribbon. Second of all, s’for the video, Lo, just sit still,” you retort as you tie the light pink ribbon around Logan’s bicep, turning it into a nice little bow around the muscle.
“I told you I don’t wanna do any of your little TokTik’s or whatever,” Logan grumbles as he looks down at the bow with a small scowl.
“It’s TikTok, Lo,” you correct him again. “Will you stop being such an old man? It’s gonna take like five seconds and you won’t even have to do anything really,” you say as you set your camera up.
“Watch yourself, brat,” Logan says with a small glare in your direction. He glances at the camera that was focused on his arm. “What do I have to do?” He asks reluctantly.
You roll your eyes at his warning. “When I start the video, you just gotta flex your arm, okay? Dont gotta do anything else. Simple as that,” you tell Logan, preparing to start the video.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Logan sighs. You nod and press for the video to play. Logan just watches you. You watch him, waiting.
“Logan, do it,” you say, holding yourself back from face palming.
“Oh,”
Logan curls his arm up, the muscles barely flexed before the ribbon strains and snaps, falling off of his bicep. The video cuts. Logan glances between the bow and your expression. You look at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth and a stupid grin on your face.
“You happy now, Bub?” Logan questions, unbothered by your expression.
“Very,” you answer as you wrap your arms around Logan’s bicep and press a kiss to his cheek.
