bluestarfruit

[bluestarfruit]

hey can I get uhhhhhhhhh Joe Friday with a partner that, for whatever reason (can be up to you), is eager but extremely nervous about being intimate with him

thanks :)

Thanks for this, anon!! This is my first time writing for Friday, so I hope he's okay!

Also here on Ao3

NSFW under the cut!

The World

You sighed happily as Joe's hand slid into your hair before he leaned back in to kiss you again. He was being particularly affectionate tonight, and you were not about to complain. It just let you know he was comfortable with you and wanted you.

And he never pushed for more, either, though you knew he left some nights very aroused. It was like he wanted you to be the one to initiate things, though it did make you wonder… When he left in that state, did he go home and take care of himself, maybe thinking about you? You've thought about him enough times…

But this was as far as things had gone up to this point between you and Joe. Just kissing. You loved it, and he seemed to greatly enjoy it, too. And it wasn't as though you didn't want more; it's just… Well… He'd be your first. And as far as you knew, Joe didn't know that. You hadn't told him.

But tonight, after he made you dinner, danced with you for a bit, and with how sweet he was being now, holding you close and kissing you… What were you so afraid of? Besides, you were certain you loved him. You might not have said the words yet, but you were still sure. 

You hummed as Joe slowly ended the kiss with a few soft pecks.

“Joe?” you murmured.

He moved his head to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw. “Hm?”

You hesitated just for a second. “I want you.”

Joe leaned back, his hands moving to hold your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. He looked a little unsure but also mixed with barely repressed excitement. “You do?”

You nodded. “Surely, you know I do.”

He gazed back at you, the look in his eyes so soft. Only you ever got to see him this way. “I'd hoped you did.”

“You want me, too… Don't you?” you asked, reaching up to lightly touch his lips. Joe kissed your fingertips.

“Yes,” he whispered. “I think you know I do. I've seen you looking.”

You looked away, blushing. “I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” You then glanced up at his face, finding him gazing intently at you. “Joe?”

“I should be apologizing to you,” he murmured. “You deserve better…”

“Better than what?” you whispered.

Joe took a breath. “Better than fueling my fantasies after I leave you at night.”

Despite his words, which thrilled you, he looked… ashamed, which broke your heart. “Hey,” you said, tilting his face to yours. “Please don't feel bad about that. I… I do the same. I mean, I think about you.”

He swallowed hard, frowning. “Don't tell me that… Please.”

“Why not?”

The next thing you knew, Joe picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. However, you didn't make it to the bed. Instead, he pressed you up to the bedroom door, his hips pressed against yours, letting you feel how aroused he already was.

“Because I'm doing my best to remain a gentleman, but sweetheart… You make me crazy. I want you so much.”

Before you could respond, Joe kissed you passionately. You hummed, your arms tightening around his neck. His desire for you both emboldened you but also made you even more nervous. You wanted him, but you also wanted this to be good for him. You didn't want your inexperience to ruin it.

Joe then stepped back from the door, still kissing you, and carried you to the bed. As gently as he could, he laid you down, settling on top of you. You hummed, loving the feeling of his body on yours.

But then his hands began to wander. Granted, you loved the feeling. You wanted him to touch you under your clothes more than anything. But him touching you, getting your clothes out of the way… That only meant you were one step closer to the actual deed. It was enough to spike your anxiousness, making you still and not respond as enthusiastically. Joe seemed to take notice as his hand stopped on your hip, his fingertips just barely under your shirt.

“You seem nervous, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your lips. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop?”

You swallowed hard, your hands restlessly moving over his arms. “No! No, it's just…” You had to tell him. “You should know… I've never done this before. I mean, I've never…”

He lifted his head, frowning a bit. “Why do you sound… ashamed? That's not a problem. In fact, I commend you for it.”

Of course, he would say that… But that didn't help your nerves any. “I don't want to disappoint you,” you admitted quietly. 

Now, Joe looked shocked. “Oh, sweetheart…” He pressed kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “You could never disappoint me, I promise. And if you want to continue on like this, just kissing, that's fine with me. I just want to make you happy.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Joe… I want you to be my first. Please. Make love to me.”

He nodded. “I will. And I promise I'll be gentle. If you want me to stop at any point, I will. I want you to be comfortable around me and with me.”

You sighed, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. “I love you, Joe.”

A broad smile, something you rarely got to see, overtook his features. “Oh, honey, I love you, too.”

That made you beam and throw your arms around his neck to kiss him again. You were both smiling a little too much for it to become passionate, but it was still perfect.

Joe kept his gaze locked on your face between kisses as he set about slowly removing your clothes. You helped him as best you could given your position, letting him know you wanted this. 

Your shirt went first, tugged off over your head. Joe lightly touched your sides, trailing his fingers downward to the top of your pants. It was only when he had them removed that he leaned back to look over you. He sighed, looking over you, clad only in your undergarments.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Boldly, while he was still watching, you removed your bra, your cheeks heating more than they already were to be so exposed. Joe's breath caught as he eyed your breasts.

“You're perfect, sweetheart.” He then rested his hands just below your breasts. “May I?”

You nodded. “Please.’

Joe took a shaky breath as he covered your breasts with his hands. They were big enough to completely cover your soft, supple flesh. And he was so gentle, alternating between softly kneading and lightly teasing your nipples, leaving you to quietly gasp in response. His lips sought out your neck before he began to kiss down to your chest, replacing a hand with his mouth. You gasped a little more loudly upon feeling his tongue slide over your nipple.

“Joe,” you breathed, your fingers trying to find purchase in his short hair. 

He hummed against you, still licking and lightly sucking, alternating between both breasts, taking his fill of both.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing your breasts together and kissing your sternum. “Your skin is so soft and warm… And you're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.”

You smiled bashfully. “You don't mean that…”

“I would never lie to you,” he continued, his hands moving down your sides and leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. “I give you my assurance as an upholder of the law that I never will. Nothing but the facts.”

You bit your lip to hide your laugh. As his fingers settled on the waistband of your underwear, your nerves came back, making you squeeze your legs together. Joe looked up at your face and seemed to realize what was happening. However, he did something you didn't expect and made you panic just for a moment.

He got off the bed and gazed down at you for a moment. You thought he was stopping entirely, but then he began to unbutton his shirt. You watched raptly, your eyes wandering over him. When you reached his crotch, you had to look away for a moment, your cheeks burning. His arousal was obvious and from the bulge in his pants… Well, he seemed big. 

Joe murmured your name, getting you to look back up at his face. He was about to pull his undershirt off. “Do you want me to keep going?”

You nodded frantically, your gaze dropping to the strip of tummy now visible, where you could see a trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. He then pulled the shirt off entirely, and you sucked in a breath upon seeing his chest. Your fingers itched to touch him, to run your fingers through his chest hair. You were so distracted by this that you startled a bit when he spoke again.

“Come here,” he murmured, holding his hands out to you.

With the slightest bit of hesitation, you got up on your knees and moved to the end of the bed in front of him. His smile and gaze were so soft as he took your hands in his.

“Touch me,” he whispered, placing your hands on his chest.

You eagerly did, your fingers threading through his chest hair. Joe let you explore his chest, arms, and stomach unrestricted, and you loved it. You loved getting to touch his skin and figure out from his light gasps and hitches in his breath where he liked it the most. 

Eventually, your hands wandered to his belt.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

With hesitant movements, you undid his belt, discarded it, and then undid his pants. Only then did Joe help in removing them, leaving you both now in just your underwear.

You swallowed hard as you took in the sight of the tent in the fabric of his briefs. Joe took your hand and lowered it to himself, letting you feel the hot, hard length of him through the material. 

“What you do to me,” he murmured.

Your breath was shaky as you touched him, your arousal spiking as Joe let out a quiet moan.

“May I touch you, too, sweetheart?” he asked, his free hand moving to your hip.

Your thighs clenched together again, but this time in anticipation of a touch. You could feel the wetness gathering between your legs, the evidence of your own desire for him. “Please.”

Joe pushed his hand between your thighs, his fingers pressing against the damp crotch of your panties.

“Joe,” you breathed, your hips rocking against his hand. “How much I want you.”

He touched his lips to yours. “I feel it.”

With that, he gently eased you back onto the bed and crawled on top of you, still teasing you through your underwear. Once he had you on your back, he lightly tugged on them. “May I?”

You nodded, squirming impatiently at this point. You needed more stimulation, which Joe gladly gave after discarding your panties. His fingers were immediately on your clit, gently rubbing it. You gasped and pulled at his shoulders, bringing his face closer to yours. He was smiling.

“Okay?” he asked between soft pecks to your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Oh, it feels… so good…”

“And this?”

He lowered his hand just a bit, sliding his middle finger between your slick folds, nudging at your entrance for a moment before easing his finger inside you. You moaned at the feeling. Just one finger made you feel fuller than you'd ever felt before, seeing as his fingers were thicker than yours.

Joe echoed your moan. “Sweetheart… you feel amazing.”

You whimpered his name and clutched at him. You were beginning to feel desperate in your need. Joe kissed your cheek.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” he practically purred. You might have been surprised if you hadn't been lost in the feeling of his finger massaging your inner walls. “What you need.”

You weren't entirely sure, but you acted on impulse.

“I want to see you,” you whispered, tugging on the waistband of his briefs. 

He smiled, slipping his finger from you, and quickly shed his underwear, finally baring himself to your gaze. You gasped a bit at the sight of his cock, flushed and dripping just a bit with precum. You'd been right; he was big, thick. Not shockingly so, but it made you feel nervous again. But despite those nerves, in your desire for him, you reached out, took his cock in your hand, and gave him a few strokes. Joe closed his eyes and groaned.

“Honey, if you keep that up, I won't be able to make love to you,” he said, his voice tight. It thrilled you to know you had such an effect on him.

You quickly let go of him. “I'm sorry.”

Joe opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at you, shaking his head. “Don't be. I'll let you touch later, but right now, please… I need to make love to you. I've needed this for so long.”

You whined a bit in response, pulling at his shoulders. “I need you, too, Joe. Please!”

Joe leaned down, kissing you soundly. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he did this partly to distract you as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, using your slick to lube his tip. Still, he broke the kiss just for a moment to breathe one word.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your arms tightening around his neck. “Yes.”

Joe kept softly kissing you as he, as gently and slowly as he could, pushed into you, stopping here and there to let you adjust to him. You gasped sharply at the initial stretch, your fingers digging into his arms. He was rocking his hips a bit, allowing your slick to help make things glide easier, which you appreciated. But still, the feeling of his cock spreading you out stole your breath away.

You whimpered into his mouth, your fingers probably painfully digging into his skin, but Joe made no protest.

“That's it, baby,” he murmured. “You're doing so well.” When he was about halfway inside you, he lifted his head a bit to look at your face. “Still okay?”

You were breathing hard, hardly able to think at all between the feeling of his cock stretching your walls like they never had been before and the mere thought that this was finally happening, that Joe was inside you. It was a bit uncomfortable, but you didn't want him to stop. “Yeah, keep going.”

Joe nodded and continued. When he had pushed in as far as he could, he stayed still for a long while, letting you get used to him. He groaned next to your ear.

“You feel so good around me, sweetheart. Like I said, you're perfect.” Joe peppered your face with kisses, making you smile. “I love you so much. Thank you for this.”

“Joe,” you quietly moaned, his words seemingly relaxing you enough for the uncomfortableness to fade, being replaced by a desperate need for him to start moving. “Please.”

Thankfully, he understood and finally began rolling his hips. Again, he kept his thrusts slow and gentle, still letting you get used to the feeling. 

Joe wasn't particularly vocal. Aside from his heavy breaths and occasional grunts, you heard very few moans. However, he did speak, repeatedly telling you how good you felt, how well you were doing, how much he loved you… And he was making you feel so good, too, drawing out sounds past your lips that you never thought you'd make. But this was Joe Friday, the man you'd fallen so deeply in love with, making love to you for the first time, in every sense.

“Joe, baby,” you whined. He was going too slow. You needed more. “God, you feel so good inside me.”

Your words made your cheeks hear, but Joe's responding hum of pleasure made it worth it. You could feel him trembling as he held back. He needed more, too.

“More, please!” you begged. 

He nodded frantically. “Yes.”

He sped up his thrusts but still made sure not to be too rough with you. His breath was hot on your cheek.

“I love you,” he panted, his hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together. “I love you.”

You felt overwhelmed but in the most wonderful way. “Oh, Joe, baby… I love you, too! Don't stop!”

Joe tilted his head to kiss your lips. “I won't.” He then groaned again. “Are you close, honey? Please, tell me you’re close.”

You nodded frantically. “Yes!”

He let go of your hand to push in between you two, his fingers pressing over your clit. He teased the little bud quickly, almost immediately pushing you to the edge.

“Joe!”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Please, let me feel you.”

Joe's voice was tight and shaky, letting you know he was likely holding back. He wanted to feel you cum around him before finding his own release. It was the thought of him cumming inside you that sent you over the edge with a cry. Your walls squeezed him, making him moan and his thrusts falter. 

His fingers didn't let up on your clit, even after he gasped and suddenly pulled out of you. You looked down in time to see his other hand fly to his cock where he stroked himself through his orgasm, spilling onto your stomach. You moaned shakily at the sight, another little rush of pleasure washing through you.

Joe collapsed at your side when he was spent and panted for breath. Your hand sought out his, a smile on your face.

“Joe…”

The next thing you knew, Joe had a Kleenex in his other hand and was wiping you up. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking a little sheepish.

You had yet to stop smiling, beaming at him like he was the most wonderful man in the world—which he was. Joe looked at your face, saw your smile, and offered a faint one back.

“What?”

Without a word, you moved, throwing your arms around his neck, knocking him onto his back with you on top of him. You covered his face in kisses.

“Sweetheart, what—”

“I love you,” you murmured against his skin. “I love you so much, Joe Friday. You're wonderful.”

Joe's big hands caressed your back. “Yeah? So you enjoyed that?”

You pecked his lips and smiled at the faint blush on his cheeks. “Of course I did! You made it perfect. You were perfect, but I had no doubts about that.”

The blush on his cheeks darkened, but the look in his eyes became more serious as he raised a hand to your cheek.

“Thank you for trusting me. I… I hope you know how much this means to me.”

You moved up just a bit to rest your forearms on either side of his head, putting you perfectly face to face. Joe rested his hands on your biceps, gazing up at you with such warmth… There was no doubt he loved you.

“How much does it mean to you?” you whispered. Joe nuzzled your nose. “The world.”

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[bluestarfruit]

realizing like a week and a half after posting that the sfw pic has half of a paragraph missing lmao

I fixed it tho

[bluestarfruit]

hi! I saw requests were open and I had an idea. Could you please do something like it’s the wedding night and it would be great except ray is too focused on the fact that he’s married to actually proceed with the night portion of it? Please and thank u! ❤️

(btw love everything you’ve written so far!)

I Promise It's Real

Ray Stantz X Reader

SFW

im glad ur enjoying my stuff so far! honestly, once I got to the end of this, I realize im not too sure I understood your request correctly, so if I got it wrong, feel free to lmk what I got wrong and ill write a diff version uwu

“Did I tell you how amazing you look?”

“Only about ten times already.”

Ray kept his eyes on you, a giddy smile on his face. He couldn’t get enough of you wrapped up in that beautiful wedding attire, even though it was already the end of the night, in the bedroom of your apartment. After a long, exciting day of wedding festivities, the two of you were finally home to relax and enjoy your first night together as a married couple.

“I mean it,” he answered.

You turned to look back at him, meeting his eyes with a warm smile. “Thank you, Ray,” stepping over to peck his cheek. You turned back to the closet, starting to get yourself out of your clothing.

“Want some help?” He asked.

“I’d appreciate it,” you answered, your voice lightly strained as you carefully tried to wiggle out of the fabric. Before you knew it, his warm hands were at your sides, helping you with zippers or buttons so you could get out of the layers of clothing. After a few minutes of struggling to get it all off without tearing anything, you were freed, standing in your underwear.

“Thanks, Ray,” you giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Anything for you,” he answered with a smile. “Now, get into something warm and get into bed. I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you answered happily. You slipped into the pajamas that were laid out on the bed, and slid under the covers with a happy sigh. Relaxing into the pillows, you watched as he shed his suit for his own pair of warm pajamas.

“I’m gonna miss seeing you in that suit. You look so handsome in it,” you joked as he adjusted his waistband.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a rental. You’ll see it again,” he answered quietly, turning his head to smile at you as he adjusts his clothes. He padded over to the bed and pulled back the covers with a sigh. You grinned excitedly as he got under the covers beside you, and the second he was laid back, you scooted yourself over to press into his side. “Hey,” he responded playfully, turning over onto his side to gather you into his arms. You pressed yourself into his chest with a happy sigh.

“Kiss me?” You asked softly, leaning your head back a little to meet his eyes. He didn’t say anything in response, and only lowered his head to press his lips to yours. His kiss was warm and passionate, but at the same time, soft. You would never be able to get over how they felt.

You responded by kissing back hungrily, groaning contentedly against his lips. Your thigh hooked over his hip to keep him close, and your hands slipped under the hem of his shirt to feel up his chest. At the sensation, he pulled away from the kiss in surprise.

“Something wrong?” You asked.

“U-uh, no, but….” He started nervously.

“C’mon Ray, it’s okay, you can tell me.”

“Is it alright if I don’t want to have sex tonight?”

You met his eyes with concern. “Sure, but- did I do something? You can tell me if something’s up.”

“N-no, nothing’s wrong… Today was perfect. I just… I wanna hold you. I just wanna stay like this, and kiss you, and fall asleep like this.” As he spoke, his hand drifted down your back, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your pajamas. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, Ray. Besides…” you pressed your lips against his cheek softly. “Cuddling doesn’t sound too bad.”

He only met your eyes for a moment longer before leaning in to kiss you again. He moved his lips against yours slowly, gently. As you kissed back, you settled against him, gently pressed into his chest, and letting him throw his arm over your waist.

Eventually, you both had to part for air, so you pulled away, softly gasping for breath. You nudged your cheek against his, breathing against his ear. “I love you, Ray,” you sighed.

Instantly, he breathed back, “I love you too. I’m so glad I get to spend my life with you.”

“I’m happy too,” you answered.

He squeezed you to his chest weakly. “The whole day, I kept wondering if I was dreaming.” he continued drowsily.

You giggled softly. Clearly the soft pillows and warmth of your body, coupled with the long, exhausting day, were getting to him. “That’s so corny,” you answered, reaching up to brush your fingers through his hair.

“I mean it, I couldn’t believe I got to marry you. Felt like a dream,” he continued, his grip on you softening. 

“Well, I promise it’s real,” you purred to him.

“I love you,” he slurred back.

“I love you too.”

He only made a little "Mmm," sound in response.

You lifted your head to kiss his cheek. “Go to sleep,” you said quietly. “We’ll make a great breakfast together in the morning.” This time, he didn’t answer. You giggled to yourself again.

“Love you, Ray.”

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters ii #ray stantz #raymond stantz #dan aykroyd #my shit

[bluestarfruit]

can I request a one shot of ray eating you out for the first time 🤭 very gentle and makes sure to go slow so you’re comfortable. I NEED SOFT TOP RAY CONTENT NOW PLZZZZZ 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Taking a Break

Ray Stantz X Reader

NSFW, MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST

heheheha first official request post uwu

“Hi, Ray.”

Ray turned and looked up at you from his papers and open books scattered across your apartment’s desk. He smiled warmly up at you, despite the exhaustion in his eyes. “Hi, Dear,” he answered contentedly. He looked a mess, having been here for hours researching for a personal project. Something about the history of American witchcraft, he had told you earlier. Why he decided to do this right after a long shift at the firehouse, you had no idea.

“You’ve been here for a while,” you purred to him, reaching up to brush your fingertips over the side of his jaw. “Why don’t you take a little break?” He reached up to squeeze your hand gently. “I’m sorry, Honey, but I really want to get this done.”

“You won’t even stop for a meal?”

He shook his head softly. “Sorry. I promise I’ll come find you when it’s finished,” he said, glancing up at you again before swiveling his chair back towards his work.

You huffed softly as you turned and left the room. This man is impossible, you thought to yourself. He’s been at it for five hours now and he won’t even stop for food.

What could you get him to stop for? It was always so difficult to get him out of his studying. Not food, not a movie…

Maybe… you wondered. You smiled mischievously, glancing back at the closed door of the office room. Maybe I don’t need anything else to offer him.

In the hallway, you kicked off your shoes, careful to keep them from hitting the ground and making noise. Soon your pants hit the floor, and your shirt followed moments later. After a few moments, you were standing nude in the hall. You shivered softly. It was chilly in the hall, since the space was bigger. All the more reason to slip back into the study space.

You padded in quietly, but not quietly enough that he didn’t hear you. “What’s up?” He asked, not looking up from his book. Soon you were behind him, and you pressed a kiss to the back of his head. Your palms slid down his shoulders for a moment before squeezing them gently. “C’mon, Honey, I already told you.”

“Ray, you’re always telling me how important it is to take breaks.”

“I know, but I need to get this done by next week.”

“You have so much time,” you sighed.

“Dear, I said-“ he began to swivel around to face you, but the second his eyes fell onto your body, he went quiet. His mouth hung open slightly, and you watched as his eyes trailed up your nude shape before meeting your gaze. “(Y/N),” he breathed.

“You’ve been so busy lately, Ray,” you said quietly. “Aren’t you tired? Your mind deserves a break.” As you spoke, you stepped forward and sat in his lap, straddling his thighs. “C’mon. Just half an hour. Take a break for half an hour with me.”

Instantly, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, squeezing you to his chest. He buried his face into your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your shoulder. You felt him melt into you, his body relaxing.

“Maybe… maybe just half an hour.” You giggled softly, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

But soon, he was moving again. You felt his lips press a kiss to your neck- then another, and another. He peppered them down across your shoulder, taking his time. “Ray…” you sighed happily.

“You’re so good to me,” he answered quietly. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“Quit being corny,” you responded jokingly.

“No, I mean it,” he said, leaning back to meet your eyes. “Always looking out for me, and keeping me out of trouble… You’re wonderful.” A flushed heat rolled over your cheeks, and you looked away sheepishly. “And pretty too,” he continued, smiling softly. As he spoke, he loosened one arm to let his fingertips brush down the curve of your spine. You couldn’t help but shiver softly at the sensation.

“Let me take care of you,” he breathed.

You furrowed your brow a little at him. “Ray,” you answered. “This is about you.” “Well, if you want to make me happy, you’ll let me take care of you.”

“C’mon, Ray.”

He sighed. “Don’t you love me?”, he started.

“Of course I do.” “And you wanna make me happy?” “Of course.”

“You know what would make me happy? Letting me take care of my wonderful partner.”

You sighed back at him. For a moment, you met his eyes, before shaking your head, an amused smile playing at the corner of your lips. “Fine. Whatever makes you happy.”

He grinned happily in response, and leaned in to peck your lips. “Love you,” he said playfully after he pulled away. “Now, let’s see…”

Ray hooked his hands under your thighs firmly, and stood up with a grunt. “Ray?!”, you exclaimed in surprise, clinging to his arms tightly. He set you on the edge of his desk carefully. You put your arms behind you, propping yourself up on the desk with your hands. “Here? Really?”

“We can go to the bedroom if you want. I just didn’t feel like walking you all the way there,” he answered, plopping down in his chair as he spoke.

“…No, this works,” you answered. He smiled back at that.

You smiled back… but you figured you could tease him with it. After meeting his eyes, you sighed contentedly, leaning back until you were laid across the desk comfortably. As you shifted, your legs parted slightly. With the change in angle and position of your legs, everything was clear to see. You heard him make the tiniest noise of surprise.

Before you knew it, you felt the warmth of his large hands smooth over your thighs. You lifted your head to look at him, and he smiled back at you sheepishly as he scooted in to settle between your knees.

“Ray…” you said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something embarrassing?”

He blinked curiously at you. “Of course, is something wrong?”

“No, it’s…” you trailed off again for a moment. “I’ve never been eaten out before.”

“Oh,” he sighed with relief. He smoothed a hand over the underside of your thigh affectionately. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. To be honest, even though I’ve had sexual encounters before, I’ve never given oral.”

“Really?” you giggled.

“Really,” he answered. “And it’d be an honor to be your first.”

“And only.”

He looked up at you with surprise, and smiled tenderly. “And only,” he repeated back. At that, he leaned down to press a kiss to your stomach, below your navel. At that, you whimpered softly. Another kiss was pressed to the underside of your thigh, making you squirm a little. “Ready?”, he asked softly.

“Yeah,” you answered. You looked down at him, him meeting your eyes briefly for confirmation before he dipped his head down.

And to your surprise, with no warning, a warm kiss was pressed to your clit. You whined in surprise, your hips squirming again. Weakly, you dropped your head back onto the desk, and your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping at it gently. “You’re okay, (Y/N). Just relax,” he hummed softly, before pressing on another kiss. You responded with another whine.

Gently, he sealed his lips around it again, working it softly against his tongue. It was agonizing trying not to instantly fall into a squirming, whining, moaning mess. You managed to keep your mouth shut, but your feelings were obvious, given by how your fingers tightly gripped at his hair, and how your thighs gently hugged his head. The warm, wet, gentle feeling of him pleasuring you was amazing.

But soon, it stopped. You almost lifted your head to ask what was wrong, but before you could, you felt the feeling of his tongue pushing into you. You finally choked out a broken moan.

He pulled away for a moment, looking up at you. “You alright?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, it just… just feels good…“ you whimpered. “Please, Ray.”

At that, he grinned briefly- but quickly dipped back down, not wanting to leave you waiting. His tongue gently pushed in again for a few moments, massaging all he could reach before pulling it out to settle back on your clit. His hands, which previously sat on top of your thighs, now hooked around the sides of them so he could pull you in closer to him. Once you were close enough that he could hug your thighs in his arms, he hummed contentedly against your clit, eliciting another whine from you.

For a while, he held you like that. Gently holding your thighs, his fingers ghosting along the inner sides of them, and his mouth gently working at your clit. Sometimes he would unseal his lips from it to lower his head and bury his tongue in you again, always stopping eventually to work his way back up.

“(Y/N),” he said softly between kisses. “It alright if I use my hand?”

“Please!” You responded eagerly. He smiled softly before pressing in another kiss. He unhooked one arm from around your thigh, before resting the pads of his fingers against your entrance. “Ray…” you sighed needily. At that, he finally pushed a finger in, slow and careful. You whined desperately at the feeling of him pressing into you, his finger warm against your walls. Soon a second pressed in with the first. He was impressed by how well you took it- all thanks to the slick that coated his fingers, and made him able to push in with no resistance other than the gentle squeeze of your walls. He angled his fingers to press gently into your sweet spot, stroking it gently with each pump of his fingers. You moaned again eagerly.

Eventually, the words he’d been waiting for fell from your lips. “Ray, I’m gonna…”

He hummed affirmatively against your clit again, before picking up the pace of the ministrations of his tongue and pushing his fingers in a little harder. You moaned wantonly, and your fingers gripped at his hair more tightly. Soon, your desperation took over, and you began gently and weakly rolling your hips, getting some extra stimulation from your shallow movements. Within moments, you fell apart. You moaned again, arching your back against the table as your finish washed over you. He, on the other hand, continued to gently work you through your finish, only stopping when you gently pulled his hair back. His fingers slipped out from inside of you, and he wiped his lips and chin clean with the back of that hand.

“You alright?” He asked softly.

You sat up gingerly, your arms shaking faintly. “Y-yeah-“ you answered shakily. You were still coming down from the high, and it was obvious. Upon noticing, he stood up to gather you into his arms and sit back down, now holding you in his lap, your legs now straddling his thighs. He held you to his chest as you enjoyed the afterglow. You hummed contentedly, nuzzling into his neck and soaking in the heat of his body.

“You’re so good to me, (Y/N),” he sighed quietly.

“You deserve it,” you answered softly. Your hand slowly traveled up his arm to settle on his shoulder.

“After I ignored you for hours?”

“It’s okay, Ray. I know you didn’t mean to ignore me. You just have a lot on your plate right now.” You leaned back a little to meet his eyes. “But it’s not good to force yourself to work for hours straight. You need to let your mind rest sometimes.”

“I guess you’re right,” he answered. His eyes traveled to the floor thoughtfully- but soon he looked back up at you, smiling softly. “Hey, you want to help me with something?”

“Sure,” you answered happily.

But to your surprise, he gently wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you forward. As your body became flush with his, you gasped softly. He was rock hard, pressed against your core through the fabric of his slacks. “I see what you need help with now.”

“You walk into my office room naked, let me give you oral on my desk, and you’re surprised that I need you now?” He responded playfully.

“No, just surprised you’re so forward about it.”

“Can’t help it. I need you, (Y/N).”

You brushed your fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek. “Well, you have me.”

“Another half an hour of break time couldn’t hurt.”

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters ii #ray stantz #raymond stantz #dan aykroyd #my shit

[bluestarfruit]

Have you thought about doing anything for doctor Detroit? Or Dan's male prostitute character from snl? If not could you consider doing a one-shot where the following scenarios could happen...

DD- teaching assistant discovers the hidden life of doctor Detroit and to take down mom character decides to help him out by posing as a stripper or one of his girls.

SNL- character calls for him specifically (maybe a childhood friend, old colleague or something along thoes lines) basically the complete opposite of the sketch. Main point he is wanted.

Thank you for this request, anon!

Since I have a Doctor Detroit fic already cooking in my head, I decided to go with Fred Garvin: Male Prostitute.

This kinda got away from me and ended up being 12 pages long 😅 Enjoy, anon!

Also here on Ao3

NSFW under the cut!

Let It Only Ever Be Me

“Yo, Fred!”

Fred looked up at Slick, who was leaning around the doorframe. “Yeah, Slick?”

“You got a call. Some lady is asking for you by name.”

Fred blinked in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah, you!” Slick walked in and dropped a piece of paper on his desk. “Here’s the address. Nice place, too. You must have made a good impression somewhere!”

Fred picked up the paper and stared at the address. He didn't recognize it, but hey, work was work.

***

When you opened the door, you could tell that Fred wasn't expecting to see you. And honestly, you might have been expecting him, but it had been a while since you last saw him. He looked the same, with his same slicked-down hair under his hat, thick horn-rimmed glasses, and a plaid jacket. He was still handsome in Fred's dorky way. But you’d forgotten just how much you liked him. Or, perhaps, more than liked… For some reason, things never really went anywhere between you two, though you were sure there was mutual attraction.

Right now, he was staring at you, open-mouthed, obviously shocked to see you.

“Hello, Fred,” you greeted with a smile.

He stuttered out your name. “You live here?”

You grinned. “Yeah. I’ve done well since college, huh?”

“I’ll say!”

You stepped aside and motioned him in. He hesitated just for a moment before nodding his thanks and walking inside.

“I’ll admit,” Fred continued. “I wasn’t expectin’ to see you. I also wasn’t expectin’ to get asked for by name.”

“To be honest, Fred, when I heard what you were doing… Well, I was curious.”

He glanced at you, seemingly becoming a little nervous. “Is that so?”

You walked backward, further into the house, and Fred followed, his gaze flickering between you and your belongings.

“Sure. I also missed you.”

Now, Fred stopped. “You did?”

“I do.”

He held out his hands. “Well, I service the entire quad-cities area, so I suppose it wouldn’t be very likely for us to run into each other.” He took a few steps closer to you. “And, uh… I missed you, too.”

You took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good.”

Fred smiled before taking a deep breath. “Well, now that the formalities are out of the way, why don’t we mosey on up to your bedroom so I can roger you roundly til six in the morning!”

You bit your lip to not laugh. “Now, wait a minute, Fred—”

“If you’re worried, I assure you, I’m fully qualified! And you have my personal assurance of professionalism, hygiene, and animal gratification.”

“Oh, I’m sure!” you replied, unable to hide your laughter now. You stepped up to him, resting your hands on his chest. “But that’s not why I asked for you, Fred. Not for your… services.”

His expression fell. “Oh. Well, as for my services, you get me for the whole night.”

You took his hands again, leading him toward the dining room. “I know. And I want you here the whole night. And don’t worry, you’ll still get paid. But I want your company, Fred. I meant what I said. I missed you. And I’d like to catch up.”

You didn’t miss the disappointed expression that crossed his face before he forced a smile. “I suppose I can do that. You’re right. It has been a long time.”

“Exactly! Now, won’t you join me for dinner?”

“Be happy to.”

Dinner went well, better than you expected. You both caught up with each other's lives, easily falling back into the comfortableness that you two shared years ago. He told you a little more about his work, you told him about yours. There was something still a little off about Fred, though. Something… sad. You couldn't figure out what it was, but you wanted to take that away.

After dinner, you gave him a tour of the house. Fred seemed genuinely pleased that you'd done well for yourself. You thanked him but secretly wondered what your life would have been like had you and Fred gotten together. You smiled a bit at the thought. Married, probably with a couple of kids at this point… Would Fred have wanted that?

“Bedroom?” Fred asked as you passed by the door.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You'd been avoiding that, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. “But there's nothing really special about it.”

“I think one can learn a lot about a person based on their bedroom.”

His hand was on the knob, but he was looking at you, waiting for your permission. Well, you supposed it was inevitable that this evening would end up here…

You motioned to the door. “Go ahead.”

Fred walked in, nodding as he looked around. “I knew it! Suits you.”

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah! It's also very cozy.” He sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands, and smiled at you. You sensed the change in his demeanor. This wasn't just Fred anymore. “You sure you don't wanna change your mind? Why not give me a whirl, baby? What have you got to lose?”

“Fred…” you murmured, stepping further into the room.

“I can begin the session by striking a few seductive poses.”

“That's really not necessary…”

“Okay, no poses. Then just skedaddle into this bed, baby, and—”

“Fred, listen to me!”

That finally got his attention. He stopped moving, sitting silently and looking at you. You say next to him, taking his hands.

“I told you I didn't call you here for your services.”

He looked away, his typical unflappable demeanor slipping, the sadness from before showing again. “So, you don't want me either…”

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

Fred shrugged. “For a male prostitute, I'm not very good at closing the deal,” he admitted quietly. “I know people don't want me, that they humor me because they feel bad for me. I'm not an idiot. I can see it. But I was hopin’…” He pulled his hands from yours, turning away from you a bit, his voice so quiet now, no longer a salesman. “I was hopin’ it'd be different with you. That maybe, for once… someone would actually want me. You know, prove I'm not horrible at my job.”

“Fred…” you tried to say, but he continued.

“And then there's the trusses. Ya know, I got one for my hernia, my spleen… I know they're a turn-off, but…”

Finally, you grabbed his face, turned it toward you, and kissed him on the mouth. Fred made a surprised noise and pulled away, the look on his face shocked.

“I, uh…” he began a bit hoarsely. “I don't usually kiss clients.”

“Good thing I'm not a client,” you murmured, stroking his cheek.

Fred gazed at you, sighing softly. “No. No, you're not.” 

You softly kissed him again, and this time, he kissed you back, though hesitantly. You smiled.

“Fred… I know I said I didn't call you here for sex, which is true. I didn't know how this evening would go. But that doesn't change the fact that I do want you. It doesn't have to be tonight, but… I don't want just sex. I want to make love to you, Fred. You. Fred, the man, not Fred Garvin: male prostitute.”

He stared at you in awe. “Ya mean, you… you really want me?"

You nodded. “Yes. I do. I have since we were in college together.”

Fred's shoulders sagged in relief. “I've wanted you, too. Well, more than just want…”

He looked away, his cheeks pink.

You smiled and turned his face back to yours. “I love you, Fred. I have for a long time.”

“Oh, honey, I love you, too!” he exclaimed passionately in great relief, taking your hands in his. “But I never thought… I mean, how could you ever love someone like me?”

“Easy,” you replied with a shrug. “You're you.”

The pleased little smile on his face made the whole evening worth it. His smile, however, then turned a little sad. 

“No one's ever truly wanted me before…” he murmured.

You leaned closer, your hands on the lapels of his jacket. “Then let me prove it to you. I want you, trusses and all.”

That made him chuckle faintly. “Okay.”

He stood, and you moved further back onto the bed, watching him as he undid his belt.

“I do work with the glasses and jacket,” he said.

You gave him a look. “Fred.”

He seemed to realize what he'd said and how he'd said it. A bit sheepishly, he removed his jacket. “But I'll make an exception for you.”

You chuckled. “Gee, thanks.” You sat up and pulled him closer to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “We’ll have to break you of these habits. With me, I want you to be yourself, okay? You don't have to put on any airs or strike any seductive poses for me to want you.”

“But I can still pose?” he asked, and the hope in his voice was adorable.

You grinned and pecked his lips. “I'd be disappointed if you didn't.”

You had his shirt unbuttoned at this point, and you were just about to push it off his shoulders when he stilled your hands.

“Wait. Allow me.” 

With a great flourish, he shed his shirt. You could see the top part of one of his trusses above the waistband of his pants, but that wasn't what you were focused on right now. No, you were far too interested in his chest and the hair there. You couldn't wait to touch him…

Fred then climbed onto the bed. “Now, I'd like to begin by striking a few seductive poses to stimulate arousal.”

You bit your lip as he began striking said poses. In all honesty, you weren't entirely sure what was seductive about them, but they endeared him to you even more.

“I call this one The Snake,” he said, laying on the bed before pushing himself up onto his hands. “Are you experiencing symptoms of arousal yet?”

“Oh, I'm experiencing something alright,” you said, trying desperately to not burst out laughing. He was precious.

Fred moved to sit next to you. “I'll take it! Now, enough foreplay, let’s get crackin’!”

Before he could move, you grabbed his shoulders.

“Wait. Listen, Fred… Why don't you let me take care of you? You usually do all the work, right? Why not let someone else pamper you for a change?”

He hesitated. “Oh, I don't know… No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Then let me. Let me love you, Fred.”

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Alright. Suppose we can give it a whirl.”

“Good.” 

You pushed him onto his back and climbed atop him. As you settled over his crotch, you frowned, looking down.

“That’s my rather elaborate network of trusses,” he explained. “Maybe we should take those off first. I will need your help with them.” You got off of him and let him stand again. He shed his pants, revealing the trusses. “I’ve got the hernia truss here. I got a spleen truss. It undoes with a coupla snaps in the back here.”

You were listening. Honest. But it was difficult to pay attention when, aside from the trusses, Fred was now in just his underwear and socks, and the underwear left little to the imagination. He was already hard, which made you impatient to remove them. But first, the trusses. 

With a hard swallow, you shifted forward to help get them off. You half expected to see something, but there was nothing, no outward sign of anything wrong.

Once the trusses were discarded, Fred laid back down. He then looked over at you, his gaze trailing over you.

“Aren't you, uh… Aren't you gonna, ya know, take your clothes off, too?”

You smiled and climbed back on top of him. “I will, but I want to kiss you some more first.”

So, you did. You kissed him passionately, intent on stealing his breath away and make him mad with want for you. And you got your wish. As your tongue tangled with his, he moaned wantonly, his hands lightly moving over you as if he wasn't sure where he wanted to touch you first. You loved hearing the sounds he made, and more so than that, you loved touching his skin. With a few lingering pecks, you ended the kiss.

“So… if you never take your jacket off, no one ever touches you like this, then, right?” you asked, rubbing his heaving chest, your fingers carding through the hair there.

Fred shook his head, breathless. “N-no. Never. Only you.”

You took a breath. “Only me… Fred…” You leaned down and let your lips just barely touch his. “Let it only ever be me.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You kissed him with that, and Fred's hands moved to start pulling at your clothes. You let him slowly undress you. It was slow because, with each article of clothes that disappeared, Fred had to touch your skin. They were gentle caresses, occasionally accentuated by a squeeze here and there. They had you wanting him more and more with each passing second.

“Fred,” you whispered as his hands slid up your bare back.

“You're so beautiful, baby,” he whispered back as you sat up. 

His hands moved around to your breasts and gently kneaded them, his mouth falling open into a silent moan. You smiled sweetly and let him continue for a moment before leaning down to kiss his neck. Fred hummed in response. The sound thrilled you, and you wanted nothing more than to shower him with kisses and drown him in pleasure. He deserved it.

You shifted upward, pressing your covered core over his crotch. You both gasped as you rolled your hips over him.

“Please,” Fred all but whimpered.

“What do you want, sweetie?” you murmured, kissing across his shoulders and collarbone. “Tell me.”

“Touch me,” he gasped. “Please, baby, I'm dyin’ here!”

You took pity on him and freed him from his underwear. A sigh left you as you as you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to lightly stroke him. Fred moaned quietly in response, his hands gripping your thighs.

You pecked his lips. “You’re perfect.”

“N-no one’s ever said that to me before.”

“Oh, Fred,” you moaned, kissing his neck again. “You deserve to hear it every day, all day.” You then looked down at your hand moving over him, your thumb swiping up a bead of precum to smear over his tip. “God, I can’t wait to feel you inside me…”

Fred’s hips bucked, and his hands flew to the sheets to grip them. “And I wanna feel you around me.”

You breathed his name again, shifting around to remove your panties before lifting up and letting the head of his cock slide through your folds.

“Gosh,” Fred gasped, watching everything. “Even that feels so good, honey.”

“I know… Are you ready?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes!”

With that, you sank down onto him, sighing in relief upon feeling him finally filling you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you gasped.

Fred threw his head back against the pillow, moaning, as he bottomed out within you. You echoed his moan, taking a moment to adjust to him. And, not about to waste the opportunity, you dropped your head forward to suck marks onto his neck, shoulders, and collarbone. His responding whines were music to your ears.

As you did this, you began to slowly roll your hips, making you both gasp. 

Fred's hands moved restlessly over your thighs and hips. “Oh, you have no idea how long I've dreamed of this with you.”

“Yeah?” you breathed against his skin.

He nodded. “I wanted ya for so long. Loved ya for so long.”

You sat up and began to move a little faster on him. Fred’s hands immediately flew up to cover your breasts, his touch needy. You smiled down at him and covered his hands with yours, watching him as he looked at you. He seemed to be in awe.

“Stay with me, Fred,” you murmured. “All night, tomorrow, the next day…” You then grabbed him and rolled over, managing to keep him inside of you. “I'm yours.”

Fred groaned, planting his arms on either side of yours and picking up at the pace you left off on, but only for a few moments. He became frantic in his need, pounding into you. You moaned wantonly, clinging to him, loving the feeling of his cock hitting all of the right spots within you. If what he'd said was true, he never actually got to do this very often, which made you love the fact that he was now getting to pour his feelings into this as he'd never been able to do before. 

“And I'm yours!” he moaned. “I'm not gonna last much longer, baby!”

“Fred,” you panted as seriously as you could. “Do you want to cum inside me?”

His thrusts faltered, and he choked out a moan, nodding frantically. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, keeping him close. 

“Cum in me, Fred,” you whined. “Make me cum with you!”

He buried his face against your neck, his hot, labored breaths dampening your skin as he strove for release. He was making you feel so good that you fought to hold back in order to cum with him.

“Please,” you whimpered, one hand moving up to hold the back of his head.

That was all Fred needed. His thrusts faltered once more, and he buried himself to the hilt within you, cumming hard, choked moans tearing from his throat. You were right there with him, crying out in pleasure as your walls squeezed around him.

When you both were spent, Fred collapsed against you, both of you panting and trembling through the last vestiges of pleasure. You cuddled him close, not wanting to part from him yet.

“Thank you,” Fred breathed, his hand pushing under you to hold you, his lips softly pressing to your skin. “Thank you.”

You smiled, eased his glasses off his face, and nuzzled his cheek. “What for?”

He pressed a little closer to you, tucking his face fully against your neck now that his glasses weren’t in the way. “For givin’ me a chance.”

“Oh, Fred,” you sighed, tightening your hold on him. “I love you.”

He kissed your neck again. “I love you, too, baby.”

You so wanted to convince him that he was worth it, that he was wanted and loved. No matter how long it took, you vowed you'd be there for him.

No more wasting time, you thought, kissing his cheek as he relaxed further against you — you happily took his weight. There was time to make up for and a whole future ahead of you.

And right here, in Fred's arms, is exactly where you wanted to be.

***

The next morning, you woke up with a smile on your face and snuggled closer to the warm body pressed to you. You lightly ran your fingers over Fred’s chest before lifting your head to look at his sleeping face. His glasses sat on the bedside table, so you were able to admire his face without any obstructions. And he still bore the evidence from the night before.

His usually slicked-down hair was mussed, and his neck and shoulders were covered in the hickeys you left on them… With a smile, you kissed the corner of his lips and rested your face right next to his so your nose touched his cheek.

A smile tugged at his lips as he turned his head slightly toward yours. “I’m not used to actually sleeping in someone else’s bed,” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. His hand on your hip flexed, pulling you subtly closer. “Could get used to this.”

You hummed and kissed his cheek. “I would enjoy waking up to your face every day.”

Fred returned your hum and gently pushed you onto your back so he could settle on top of you. You grinned, wrapping your arms and legs around him, your hips shifting upward against his erection. Fred lowered his face to your neck, his own hips meeting the movements of yours so you ground against each other.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered.

You sighed, blissfully happy. “I love you, too, Freddie.”

You felt him grin before he lifted his head to look at you. “I missed you callin’ me that. You’re the only one that ever did.”

You pecked his lips. “I know, and I love that. I love you.”

Fred gazed at you for a moment before taking a breath. “Let me make love to ya.”

You nodded eagerly and brought him down for a proper kiss. You both moaned into the kiss as Fred reached down between you two to run the head of his cock through your folds. However, before he could push into you, there was a sudden commotion from elsewhere in the house, followed by voices.

“Who’s that?” Fred asked, startled.

“That’s my housekeeper, and—”

“I assure you, ma’am, the lady of the house knows me.”

“That’s Slick, my boss,” Fred said.

You nodded. “That’s who I spoke to on the phone.”

As the door to the bedroom opened, you and Fred scrambled into a sitting position with Fred in front of you, the sheets piled up over his lap, while you hid behind him.

“Fred!” Slick exclaimed, stepping into the room. “My man! I was worried about you! Usually, I hear from you before sunrise. I was getting worried, so I came down here myself.” He then smirked. “Well… I can see you had no problems with the trusses.”

Fred shook his head, nervously toying with the sheets, making sure they were fully covering him. “No, no problems.”

“And you, ma’am? I assume Fred here has attended to your needs?”

You nodded, half hiding your smile against Fred’s shoulder. “He sure has.” Fred sent you a sheepish smile over his shoulder, and his cheeks turned pink when you lightly kissed his neck. “He was perfect.”

Slick looked pleased. “Ah, of course, he was. He’s my Fred and butter man! I’ve got eight girls and Fred.”

Fred shook his head. “Had, Slick. You had Fred.”

Now, Slick frowned. “What do you mean?”

Fred glanced at you again and took a deep breath. “I’m done, Slick. I quit.”

Slick sighed, regarding Fred for a moment. “I’ll be sad to see you go, Fred, but… I’m actually kind of relieved. You needed someone steady, and I’m glad you found it.”

“Thanks,” Fred replied, turning to share a smile with you.

“Well, in that case,” Slick said, donning his hat, “I’ll leave you to it. But Fred, feel free to drop by from time to time to say hi. The girls and I’ll be happy to see you.”

Fred nodded. “I will, Slick.”

With that, Slick left, closing the door behind him. As soon as it closed, you wrapped your arms around Fred. He melted back into you with a sigh.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He nodded. “But I did. I don’t want anyone else but you. You’re all I ever wanted.”

You then began to pepper his neck and shoulders with kisses while rubbing his chest, making him hum a bit. “And you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

You were hoping to distract him, get him worked up again, and this seemed to be working, but something was still nagging at the back of your mind.

“Fred?”

“Hm?”

Definitely distracted, you thought with a smile. “What about your trusses?”

“What about ‘em?”

“You don’t actually need them, do you?”

He was quiet. You moved a bit so you were sitting at his side, trying to get him to look at you.

“They were a way to get you out of ever actually having to sleep with anyone, weren’t they?”

He smiled weakly. “Like I said, I’m a lousy prostitute.”

“Were. Now you can be an amazing boyfriend.”

Fred nodded, his smile a little broader now. “I’d like that. Now, little lady,” he said, his voice stronger as he pushed you onto your back again. “Let ole Fred give you some animal gratification.”

With a laugh, you wrapped your arms around his neck again. “And why don’t you show me that snake pose again while you’re at it.”

Fred grinned. “My pleasure, baby.”

#the ending of this has no business being that funny about the tresses thing

[bluestarfruit]

OH also forgot to add. requests ARE open RN lol. only really working with the Ghostbusters for right now but ill expand over time. basically, for right now- if I post a fic on something, that franchise is game for requests :)

[bluestarfruit]

Warming Up

Ray Stantz X Reader

NSFW, MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST

It was probably one of the rainiest nights New York City had seen all year. Rain poured down heavily, the sound of it so loud, it was hard to hear anything else. The reflections of shop signs and taxi lights bounced off of the puddles that gathered against curbs and along the sidewalks. If only you had remembered to grab a damn umbrella.

The rain had come all at once. When you and Ray had left your apartment, there was no hint of rain, the sky bright and streets dry. But as you sat in a nice little Italian restaurant with him, chatting away as the sun fell, it had suddenly started pouring just outside the window. It picked up quickly, and soon a few people were gathering under awnings and in doorways outside as they waited for taxis. You and Ray exchanged glances before looking back outside.

“Hope it dies down before we leave,” he sighed. “I wouldn’t want to walk around out there.”

It did not, in fact, die down.

Luckily, Ray was able to wave down a taxi after the dinner, so the two of you only had to go from the doorway to the inside of the taxi in just a few moments. But in just that time, quite a bit of water had soaked into your clothes. Not too much, just on the shoulders and in your hair. The problem came when you got OUT of the taxi. You had left your keys behind as Ray said he was bringing his, but couldn’t find his copy on his keyring in the darkness of the evening and the old, too-dim street lamps. It took a few moments of fiddling with it to find the right key, and a few more to get it into the keyhole. In that short amount of time, the two of you were practically coated in cold water.

“I’m so sorry, Dear,” he said as he swung the door open and stepped aside.

“Don’t worry about it, come on!” you exclaimed as you hurried in, pulling him in by the hand. Before he had even shut the door, you were already shaking off your soaked jacket. You shuddered as you dumped it on the couch. “God, it’s cold!”

He frowned at the sight of you shivering, stepping closer and reaching up to rub your arms. “You must be freezing,” he said.

“So are you,” you answer, noticing the slight shiver that rolled across his shoulders. “How about we peel all this off and just get into bed?”

“Great idea,” he answered, locking the door and following along behind you.

You padded into your bedroom with him at your heels. You turned to look at him and grinned. “You know…” you started. “We don’t need pajamas.”

He grinned back. “You’re right, we don’t.” At that, you both hurried to peel the rest of your clothes off, tossing it onto the floor without any care.

The moment you had everything off, you started climbing under the covers of your bed, giggling softly. “Ahhh,” you sighed as you buried yourself under the thick, fluffy blankets.

“Comfy, huh?” he responded as he worked his slacks and boxers down his legs.

“Mhm,” you purred back, watching intently as he kicked the bunched up clothes aside and climbed in beside you.

Before he was even settled in, you wiggled closer to him, huddling up to his side. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you cuddling into him, and he turned onto his side to squeeze you to his chest and let you soak up his body heat.

“Mmm, you’re so warm!” you exclaimed happily, nuzzling in under his chin.

“You’re still cold,” he sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your back. Your skin was still far from warm and your body still shivering. And as his hand brushed over your arm, he felt the texture of goosebumps on your skin. But you were already feeling much better with the wet clothes off and his warm body pressed to yours. “I’ll be okay,” you answered happily.

For a while, you laid with him like this, cuddled into his chest, soaking up his touch and his warmth. But eventually, his hand began to wander from where it was settled on your back. You didn’t think much as it trailed down your spine, thinking it was only affection. But as his hand smoothed up your side to gently grip at your hip, you weren’t too sure.

“Ray, what are you up to?” You said sleepily.

“Let’s make love,” he said simply, nuzzling his face into your cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you responded happily. At that, he smiled against your skin and buried his face in your shoulder with a little sigh through his nose. He gripped your hip a little harder to pull it closer until your abdomen was pressed against his, then slid his hand up to settle on your waist. As you threw a leg over his hip, he moved his head to press his lips to yours. His kiss was deep and intense, but slow.

As you parted, you panted, “You’re so sweet, Ray.” He chuckled breathlessly, rubbing his thumb over the skin of your side.

“Can I roll you on your back?” he asked, leaning back to meet your eyes. You bit your lip and nodded at him, and he smiled back. So, with a little grunt, he lifted himself onto his hands and knees, repositioning himself over you. He sat back on his knees to free his hands, and helped you settle on your back- and soon, you were happily settled into the mattress, your head leaned back onto your pillow. He couldn’t help but smile down at you. You looked amazing, laid out in front of him.

“This good?” he asked softly, reaching down to smooth his hands up and down your sides.

“Mhm,” you answered, smiling up at him.

“Good, he said, smiling back warmly.

He finally started to settle on top of you. He lowered himself onto his elbows and knees, pressing his chest to yours. You sighed happily at the warmth of his body around you, and the feeling of his face settling in the crook of your neck again. You threw your arms around his neck happily.

But just as you were getting comfy, you were surprised by the feeling of his fingers pressed against your entrance. “R-Ray-“ you gasped softly at the sensation.

“Oh, sorry. I should have asked first,” he started. “Just wanna prep you, is that okay?” Again you nodded, this time against his shoulder.

After a moment, he pressed one finger in slowly, taking his time to let you adjust. You took a shaky breath at the sensation, squeezing his neck a little with your arms.

“You alright? It doesn’t hurt?”

“Feels good.”

“Great.”

He spent a little time working his finger in and out, testing to make sure you were ready for him. He’d never admit it, but he loved the feeling of you soaked around him. It was amazing, knowing he could easily get you wet enough that your body took his fingers or member without any resistance-

He sighed softly, trying to push the idea out of his head. Don’t get ahead of yourself, he thought. His finger pumped slowly until he was sure you were ready, his finger coated.

Once he was sure you were prepped, he leaned back to look down at you again. “Look at you,” he breathed, reaching down to work the slick on his hand over his member. You smiled as your eyes trailed down, realizing he really didn’t need to work himself- he was already hard, a few beads of precum dripping down the head.

“C’mon, Ray,” you whined, squeezing his hips with your thighs. “You’re just doing this to tease me.”

“O-oh, I didn’t mean to,” he stuttered, immediately letting go of his dick to lean forward and settle on top of you again.

“It’s okay,” you giggled, reaching up to gently pull his face down and kiss him deeply.

He whined softly into it as he settled. His incredibly warm body was once again pressed to yours. He reached down to line himself up, pressing the head against your folds. He parted from the kiss to ask breathlessly, “Ready?”

“Yes please!” you whined back.

At that, he slowly, carefully pushed his length into you. You squeaked softly at the sensation- he was incredibly warm. His thick member eased in slowly, allowing you time to adjust. He couldn’t help but moan into your neck at the sensation of you tightly wrapped around him, slicked and hot.

“O-oh,” he choked out at the feeling. No matter how many times he found himself buried in you, he could never get over how amazing you felt. He often wondered if he and you were made for each other.

“You’re so warm, Ray,” you sighed to him, reaching one hand up to run your fingers through his thick, messy hair. He could only sigh a whimper back. In an attempt to stifle himself, he buried his face in your neck before starting the slow roll of his hips.

You instantly gasped at that first thrust, feeling him pull back and slowly push himself back in. Your hand gently gripped at his hair, and he whimpered into the skin of your shoulder in response. He rolled his hips once again, and a tiny moan finally broke from your lips.

Soon, he found a rhythm, keeping his speed slow, but making each thrust deep and satisfying. He turned his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to your cheek, before turning a little more to press his lips to yours. You eagerly moaned into it, to his surprise. 

When you parted, you pushed your head back a little to meet his eyes. His were blown out, but locked on you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his hair, a frizzy mess on top of his head. “You feel amazing,” you moaned, reaching up to fix his hair.

“You too,” he sighed breathlessly. Eventually, he dropped his face back into your neck with a moan, and picked up the pace of his thrusts.

The feeling of it all was amazing. The tight feeling of him buried in you, the sounds of the faint whines that left his lips, his body pressed to yours- he was so warm, you were actually starting to sweat a little. It was an ecstatic feeling, and you figured you wouldn’t last long like this. And soon, you realized you were right.

“R-ray, please, I’m close…” you whined, clinging to him desperately.

“Me too,” he breathed. “Please, I wanna feel you.”

That alone pushed you over the edge; With a broken moan, you let the ecstasy of your climax wash over your body, squirming under him. Just as you were beginning to come down from the high, he followed suit. He began bucking into you desperately, making you yelp in surprise, before he moaned loudly as his own finish overtook him. His body shivered in ecstasy against yours, and you squeezed his hips with your thighs at the sensation of his dick twitching inside you as he came. In the moments after he reached his climax, he went almost completely limp in your arms, putting the weight of his body onto you.

“Oh…” you sighed happily, cuddling his head to your shoulder. Your fingers found their way into his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He sighed happily, lifting a hand to rest on your forearm, holding it limply. Both of you took a few moments to enjoy the moment and come down from the afterglow in each other’s arms.

Eventually, he lifted his head to look at you. “Warmed you up, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” you answered with a smile. “I feel amazing. And warm.”

“That’s great,” he responded, a bit strained as he rolled off of you onto his side. You again cuddled yourself into his chest happily, soaking up the heat in his skin. He brushed his hand over your hip and back, and was pleased to find that your skin was now warm and the goosebumps gone.

“Thank you, Ray. It’s nice having you around to be my personal heater,” you joked, nuzzling in under his chin.

“Anything for the love of my life,” he answered, pulling the blankets closer to you. You giggled in response, burying your face into his neck to muffle your laugh. “Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

You only responded with a sleepy hum- he was so comfortable to cuddle up to, you were already falling asleep anyway. That session seemed to have sapped up the last of your energy for the day. Half-asleep, you barely noticed the kiss that was placed on your forehead and the arm that wrapped around you. The only sounds that remained were that of his soft breaths near your ear, and the rain pattering softly against the window. You were out in no time.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters ii #ray stantz #raymond stantz #dan aykroyd #my shit

[bluestarfruit]

You Should See The Scars.

(Ellis Fielding X Reader)

asked some friends what my first fic should be, @/psychokinetic-ectoplasm said it should be Ellis Fielding from Loose Cannons so. here we are lol

NSFW, MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST

After a little more than 10 years on the force, you figured you must have seen it all. Weird shit in basements during busts, dramatic outbursts in courtrooms, car chases, conspiracies, the whole nine yards. You certainly weren’t living like an action movie hero or anything, but you’d seen a bit of action, and you thought nothing could surprise you anymore.

But when you transferred to a slower department and Detective Fielding was practically dropped in your lap, you realized how wrong you were.

You almost weren’t sure he was a cop when you met him. With that round face and shy smile, you figured he must be some collaborator with the department- a historian, or city official, or something. But there was his badge, gleaming where it hung from the breast pocket of his suit. 

“How come I’ve never met you before, Detective?” you asked, still glancing him over.

“Oh,” he started with a polite smile. “You must have transferred here after I went on leave. I was uh… gone for a couple years. And when I got back, my first case led me to a firefight. I’ve… been in the hospital recovering since then.”

“Ohhhhhh,” you hummed, smiling back. “You were one of the ones on the von Metz case. I knew I’d heard your name somewhere. Congratulations on a job well done, then.”

“Well,” he chuckled with a shy grin. “Couldn’t have done it without help.”

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From the beginning, you knew full well that Fielding had his… little quirk. His uncle briefed you on it, with Fielding’s consent, of course. But over the months, you two seemed to have developed an unspoken agreement not to mention it. Sometimes he’d say something like “Hey, is it alright if you drive? I’d do it myself, but, uh, I can’t really…”

You’d cut him off with something like “Yeah, it’s fine.”

It was starting to bother you. It was the elephant in the room, hanging over these conversations about what he could or couldn’t do. You decided you didn’t want to stay quiet about it anymore.

You spoke up during a drive to a crime scene. It had been a few moments of deafening silence when you finally spoke: “Detective Fielding, I just wanna say something.”

“Yeah?” he responded.

“This disorder you have.”

You saw him swallow thickly out of the corner of your eye.

“Y’know, you don’t have to be nervous about telling me what you can or can’t do. I understand that there are triggers you need to avoid.”

He didn’t say anything back.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I promise I’m not looking at you weird for it. You don’t have to pretend it’s not there. Not that I’m trying to make you talk about it or anything. Just wanted to let you know you don’t have to tiptoe around it if you don’t want to, and I’m okay picking up in the places you can’t.”

…Again, you were answered with silence. You glanced over at him- but were surprised to see him shyly smile at you. “Got it,” he answered quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

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You remember the first time you noticed the scars. It was about a year after you’d started working together. The two of you had just come back from some crime scene out under the DC summer sun. In desperate attempts to escape a heat stroke, you had shed your jacket and unbuttoned the top of your shirt. Fielding similarly had left his suit jacket in the car, undone his top buttons too, and had rolled his sleeves up to his forearms.

“God damn,” you sighed as you shut your car door. “I’m ready to write this report and go home.”

“Yeah,” he answered, plodding around from his side of the car to walk beside you. “I’m ready to just shower and lay down.”

“You need it,” you answered. “You’re drenched.”

He looked down to notice the sweat soaking through his shirt, pursing his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh.

It was as you two chatted over the water cooler, chugging the ice-cold water, that you finally noticed. His arm was propped on the cooler, pushing his sleeve up, and… there was something on his skin, peeking out from the hem of his sleeve.

“Hey, Fielding, there’s something on your arm,” you said simply, pointing with the hand that held your cup.

“O-oh, that’s uh-“ he stuttered, bringing his arm to his side and smoothing down his sleeve. “It’s from-“

That’s when it hit you. “Oh god, Fielding, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay,” he responded. But his lips pursed tightly and he wouldn’t meet your gaze. And right after you had gotten rid of that first elephant in the room, there was now another.

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Time passed. You and Fielding had been working together for over a year at this point, but things were way past the point of just being co-workers. After a few spontaneous dinners, a movie or two, and a night at your place, you had to make it official and have the department separate and reassign you. Of course, you wanted to be professional and keep your relationship out of your work. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t mingle in the hallways or head to dinner right after clocking out. It’s not like you drove in separate cars.

You couldn’t help your affection for him. His nervous little smiles, the stupid little bow ties he wore, the way he’d light up when he’d see you- he was such a sweetheart, too. You felt like the protagonist of a corny coming-of-age movie.

But there was always that elephant in the room.

You’d kiss him, he’d kiss back, you’d reach up to unbutton his shirt- but then he’d gently wrap his warm hands around your wrists and carefully pull your hands away from his collar. Or maybe you’d reach for his belt buckle- same thing, he’d gently pull your hands away, holding your hands in his. And he’d always look down at you with those big, mismatched eyes and purse his lips. After trying a few times over the course of a few weeks, you understood and stopped trying.

It nagged at you. Was it those scars? Is that why he wouldn’t let you see him undressed? Or was he just not into you? Was he trying to spare your feelings? You didn't even mind that he didn't want to have sex, you just wanted to understand why;

You didn’t know what to think, and you were too worried to ask. And so, you suffered in silence, longing for his touch, wishing you knew why he didn’t want you.

But eventually, you got your answer.

Summer had come again, and with it, another day of suffering in the sun. He’d come back to your apartment with you, with a promise of buying you lunch after using your shower. With a few laughs and smiles, you nudge him along to your bedroom.

“The bathroom connects to the bedroom. So just leave your clothes here, and I’ll try to dry them off while you’re in there,” you purr, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Sounds good to me,” he answers with a smile. You grin back at him as you shut the door for him.

But then you realized. “Oh, wait, Ellis, Honey-“ you started, grabbing a towel from where you kept them, before hurrying back and pushing the door open. “Don’t get undressed yet, I forgot to give y-“

You paused in the doorway. There he was, sitting on the edge of your bed, his sweaty shirt in his hands.

They were worse than you thought.

The scars were all over him. Knife wounds, you figured. They were buried into his skin- several on his chest, a few on his shoulders, upper arms, and stomach. Despite being old and faded, they were obvious.

His eyes caught your attention next. His bright, mismatched eyes staring wide up at you, his lips slightly parted in shock. He must be terrified.

“Ellis,” you breathed.

“Please don’t look,” he responded weakly.

“Wait, Ellis.” You hurried over, settling on your knees in front of him to meet his eyes better.

“…I know, they’re awful,” he rasped quietly, looking down at the shirt bunched in his hands.

“No, Honey,” you answer. “They’re not.”

“Don’t try to spare my feelings.”

“No, I mean it, Ellis,” you say, grabbing his hand, gently pulling it away from the fabric of his shirt. His skin is clammy, and his palms sweaty. He looks away, his eyes watery.

There’s a moment of silence. You, sitting before him, clasping his hand gently. You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“I love you so much, just like this. Scars don’t change anything,” you continue. You rest your hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing over a scar.

“Sweetheart-“ he rasps weakly, turning his head a little. As you turn to look at him, he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly, weakly, as if he’s about to fall asleep.

When you part, you pant against his parted lips, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

He pauses for a moment. “…You mean it?”

You smoothed your hand up his chest. “Mhm,” you hummed to him. “If you want… I can show you how good I think you look.”

He seemed to pause again. “Only if that’s what you want, of course,” you continue, smiling sympathetically. “I just want to show you that I love you."

“I’d like that,” he said, almost a whisper, giving his usual shy, nervous smile.

“Great. I promise I’ll take good care of you,” you respond, smiling back.

After a moment, you move your head, pressing your lips to his neck. Already, he whimpers quietly. Your fingertips smooth over a scar on his chest, and he shivers a little at the strange sensation. You take a few moments to press kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. “You doing okay, Ellis?” you ask.

“Y-yeah,” he sighed breathlessly.

Your lips touched a scar on his collarbone. A whimper almost broke from his throat, but he barely managed to keep himself quiet. As you pressed a few more kisses to his neck, your fingertips brushed downward over the remainder of the scars on his torso. Eventually, they settled on his belt.

“Ellis…” you said lowly. You leaned back to look his his eyes. His were still damp- but they were hazy and a little blown out. “Is it alright if I stroke you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes locked to yours. At that, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. This time, he kissed back with some force, hungry for more, but still weak. After you undid his belt, he lifted his hips to let you work his slacks down.

There were more scars. A few zigzagged across his thighs. You noticed a more recent scar that must have been the bullet wound from his gunfight. But what stood out to you was a particularly deep one across his abdomen, carved into his stomach, between his hips.

You can’t imagine what it had been like for him. Held down, watching a blade drag through your stomach- you blinked away the dampness in your eyes. Your fingers brushed against the scar, tracing the length of it lightly.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush through your hair.

You snapped out of it. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m sorry you’ve been through so much, Ellis. You didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s alright,” he answered. “I’m okay, here with you.”

You smiled sadly up at him, and he smiled back. You took the hand brushing through your hair, kissing his knuckle before leaning back a little to finally take care of him. 

“Oh,” you breathed quietly, your eyes tracing over his length for the first time.

His heart jumped in his chest. “What?”

“You’re bigger than I expected.”

He couldn’t help but blush a little at that.

You reached out to wrap a hand around his member, already half-hard. He quietly sucked in a breath at the sensation of your warm fingers wrapping around him. God, it felt just as he’d always imagined.

It took everything in him not to whimper when you pumped him once slowly. He watched your hand drag down his length and back up, then lifted his gaze. His eyes met yours for a moment. “You’re so cute,” you purred. He immediately looked away with a little noise of surprise.

Once again, you pumped his length at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally, a tiny whine tumbled from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

“Feeling okay?” you asked softly, your fingers still wrapped around the base.

“Uh-huh,” he rasped back. “Please.”

“Of course. Here, Honey,” you answer.

The moment you started properly stroking his length, another little moan escaped his throat. You watched his eyes flutter shut, before he lowered his head to hide his face from you.

“Ellis,” you purred softly, catching his chin in the palm of your free hand and lifting it up. His face leveled with yours; His eyebrows were knit, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes were hazy. You leaned in, and softly pressed your lips to his. Instantly, he whined into it and pressed closer. His kiss was desperate and deep now. Months of wanting you- starving for your touch, your affection, but being too scared to admit it, bubbled to the surface. One of his hands gripped at the fabric of your shirt, and his free one settled on your arm. You felt his warm palms through the fabric- you could feel that he was trembling faintly.

A burst of pleasure bubbled up from his belly. At that, he broke the seal of the kiss, finally sighing a full moan against your lips.

“You’re doing great, Ellis,” you whispered to him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You reached up with your free hand to brush your fingers through his hair. Still damp, you thought. I’ll help him shower after this.

“Sweetheart-“ he whined, “I’ve wanted you so bad.”

“Mhm?”

“Y-you have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this,” he said, looking down to watch your grip firmly drag up his length.

“Mmm, what do you dream about?” you answered sweetly.

“U-uh. You kissing me. Taking care of me like this.”

You met his eyes for a moment- he looked back at you, waiting with bated breath to know how you felt about his fantasies. You leaned in to kiss him again, and he moaned into it eagerly. After a moment, your lips parted from his, and you said quietly, “Well, I’m right here to take care of you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Really?” He said, leaning back to look at you with wide eyes.

“Mhm.”

His eyes stayed glued to yours for a moment, before turning away. Eventually he turned back to you, and rasped, “Faster. Please.”

You giggled softly. “Of course, Ellis.”

You picked up the pace of your grip pumping up and down his length, instantly drawing another moan from his throat. His head rolled back a little as his eyes fluttered shut once again and his brow furrowed. Your lips pressed against his jaw before you leaned back to watch yourself stroke him.

To your delight, precum had beaded on the tip of his dick. You gently ran the pad of your thumb over the head, eliciting a shudder and a moan from him. He rolled his head forward, his hazy gaze meeting yours. Your first name left his lips- something you’d never heard him say before.

“Hi,” you responded playfully. You leaned forward, once again pressing your lips to his, and he kissed back just as eagerly and hungrily as before. This is where you stayed as you continued to stroke his length, hot and practically throbbing in your palm.

His lips eventually parted from yours, as another moan ripped from his throat. His hips squirmed slightly, pushing his dick into your grip.

“You’re close, huh?” you asked.

“G- yeah-“ he moaned back.

“Go ahead, Ellis.”

He whimpered softly as you picked up the pace once again, stroking his length harder to help him reach his finish. He only lasted a few more moments before he finished with a broken moan. He spilled into your palm, some of it landing on your sleeve. You didn’t mind much. You continued to work him through his climax, until he moaned your name once again.

The look on his face was so sweet, his mouth hanging open a little and his brow furrowed. You didn’t realize a simple handjob would make such a mess of him.

But as the afterglow faded out, he opened his eyes and realized where he had finished. “Oh, Sweetheart, I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ he started, a look of shame coming over his face.

“It’s alright, Ellis. I should have grabbed the towel. I was just so focused on you,” you answered, smiling up at him warmly.

He chuckled breathlessly, rubbing his hand over his face in embarrassment. “Oh man. Thank you,” he sighed. “That was… You’re wonderful,” he continued.

“You only deserve the best,” you purr back.

“Oh, quit it.” he responds, a smile playing about his lips.

“I mean it! You’re such a sweetheart, Ellis. You deserve to pampered.”

“If you think so,” he answered quietly, watching you wipe your palm and sleeve clean. Once you had it all off, you scooted closer and settled between his knees again, wrapping your arms around his waist. He placed a hand on the back of your head, burying his fingers in your hair. Your lips found a scar on his collarbone- he shuddered softly at the sensation.

“You know I meant every word I said, Honey,” you said quietly. “I love you more than anything. Scars and all.”

For a moment, there was only silence. But then he answered. “That means the world to me.”

His hand found its way under your chin, pushing your face up until he could press his lips to yours. He kissed gently, slowly this time. His palm pressed against your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin of your cheekbone. When he parted for air, he smiled down at you, his eyes finally softened and happy.

“How about we jump in the shower? You still have all that sweat sticking to you.”

“Oh, don’t tell me I smelled sweaty that whole time.”

“Wasn’t paying attention.”

He chuckled softly.

“Hey, why don't you join me?” he said with a soft grin. “Please, let me show you how thankful I am. Show you how beautiful I think you are.”

#shoutout to the 2 people who are gonna like this #loose cannons #loose cannons 1990 #ellis fielding #dan aykroyd #my shit

[bluestarfruit]

Nyello and welcome to my writing blog...

Gonna be posting a Character X Reader fanfics here! It's mostly gonna be characters from 80s, and 90s movies, but I'll expand over time. Requests ARE open!

There will be NSFW, so please don't browse my blog if you're under 18 lol.

Masterlist under the cut!

LE MASTERLIST

🍆 = NSFW

💙 = Fluff

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80s Movies

💙🍆 Warming Up (Ray Stantz, Ghostbusters)

💙🍆 Taking a Break (Ray Stantz, Ghostbusters)

💙 I Promise It's Real (Ray Stantz, Ghostbusters)

90s Movies

💙🍆 You Should See the Scars. (Ellis Fielding, Loose Cannons)

#fanfiction #fanfic