#He flips you over and laces your hands with his; bends one leg over his shoulder to get in just as deep and sinks in slow…

[saturnsorbits]

Hot and heavy sex with FuckBoy!Sero that slowly turns into the slow, deep, hand-holding, forehead to forehead, can’t look away as you feed off of each others moans sex… Please and thank you.

#This will be my next Sero piece if it murders me…. #Want to feel him in my throat… #Hushing and looking down at you with that look in his eyes that scares him a bit… #The look that tells you this is more than just sex; that he’s giving you something more than just his cock. #Holding you like you’re a life line and basking in your body… #I feel like that man has charisma for days and yet; this love-struck unknowable depth he just doesn’t show. #Until he’s with you that is and he’s balls deep and his stomach is doing a funny thing whenever you look at him - #and it’s making it hard to focus on the way his hand is wrapped in your hair arching your back so he can fuck you from behind : #so he does the only logical thing… #He flips you over and laces your hands with his; bends one leg over his shoulder to get in just as deep and sinks in slow… #His eyes on yours; mouth lingering close enough to swallow every one of your moans… #You whine; eyes rolling back: ‘Hanta: so - so deep’ #yeah; he thinks. He fucking might be in deep. #And not just in your guts.

[msgexymunson]

Red Handed

Exhibitionist!Fem!reader x soft!dom!Eddie

Description: the Polaroids had started out as just a joke, until you realised how much it turned you on taking them

A/N: this is from an anon ask, hope you don't mind where I went with it. Blended in a bit of exhibitionism and I was liberal with the 'object' Eddie recognises...

Warnings: lotta smut, hella angst, bitta fluff (nice ending we all need love in our lives) reader uses she/her pronouns (minors DNI I will tell your mothers) F! Masturbation, oral M! Receiving, unprotected sex (use some sense y'all) again I'm english so if any americanisms seem odd soz babe. Comments and reblogs are a writers best friend.

Word count: 4.7k

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The school hallway was bustling. Teenagers were scooting through, talking loudly, making their way to first period. Some jocks were laughing in a group by the water fountain. A gaggle of nerds were inching cautiously past, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor. Stood by your locker, you were taking your time gathering your text books. You were waiting, desire and angst flowing and intermingling in a hot mess in your gut.

Finally, a mop of messy brown locks bursts into view. Eddie's gait is chipper, practically bouncing down the hall. Eddie, your best friend. Who is about to see you nearly naked. Not that he has any idea of course.

"Mornin' princess!" Eddie beams, flashing pearly teeth.

"Well aren't you full of the joys of Spring?" Smiling back at him; it was infectious. Eddie was a ray of sunshine for anyone who actually knew him.

"Just feel good today, have a feeling I might be lucky, you know?" He says, fixing his eyes on his locker, turning the combination.

You wait with bated breath as the door springs open and a small square envelope falls out. Eddie bends lightning fast and grabs it off the floor. Flipping it over, he sees a tiny red heart drawn in the corner. Eddie practically punches the air.

"I fuckin' knew it, today's my day!" He says half to himself, ripping the envelope open. Taking out some Polaroids his jaw drops. You watch as a blush creeps from his neck, up his jaw, and flushes his cheeks. You can feel a mirror of that blush, but the heat was travelling between your legs. God, this is such a turn on. If only he knew. He turns and presses his back against the lockers, hand on his forehead, gawping. He moves the pile to the next one, eyes bulging, then to the final photo.

"Holy shit." His hand compulsively strokes the back of his neck, eyes wide.

"Guessing you got another present then? A good one?" Knowing full well the answer. He nods emphatically, eyes not leaving the Polaroid. The reaction was everything you ever wanted. You don't need to ask what the pictures show, you took them.

The first image was you in your red lace bra and panties, perched on the edge of a desk, legs crossed. The next, your legs are wide open. The final picture was similar to the first, but this time you had removed your bra, your free hand teasing one of your nipples. None of them showed your face of course. Couldn't have Eddie knowing his shy, unassuming best friend was actually a filthy exhibitionist after all.

"You just need to ask her out Eddie, surely you must know who this is?" You try to keep a straight face, but it doesn't matter, Eddie's still looking at the picture. Your words shake him a little out of his daydream state.

"Sweetheart, when I find out who this is I'm gonna fuckin' marry her." You laugh loudly at that.

"Hang on, these are- fuck!" He looks at you. Fuckfuckfuck has he spotted something?

"These are taken at school! That's our English class! Jesus Christ, this is the girl of my dreams" he groans, leaning his head back, bashing it against the lockers. The bell rings.

"Come on lover boy, let's get to class." You bound off with Eddie at your heels, grinning to yourself and hugging your books.

*************************

It had all started as a joke really. Payback. You and the rest of Hellfire, your D & D club, were hanging out, talking shit as per usual. Dustin was gushing about his super hot, super nerdy girlfriend and Eddie was throwing m&ms at him.

"Hey! Just 'cause your jealous! You should go and find a girl instead of giving me shit about mine!" Dustin complains.

"Well, that would be great and all, but I don't even know any girls dingus. Only hang out with you losers." He says, throwing another m&m.

Dustin pointed at you, "y/ns a girl."

Eddie sniggered. "She doesn't count, she's one of us." He playfully punched you on the arm. You pressed your lips together firmly, feeling the tips of your ears go red.

'She doesn't count?' What the fuck. What am I, meatloaf or something? You should have said it out loud, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Once the embarrassment had worn off, you were angry. Storming into your room, you had flopped onto your bed, holding your face, biting back hot tears. Eddie was, well, everything. And you didn't count. The words were burning in your head. You'd been nursing this crush on him for a while, and apparently you may as well not exist. Pulling your hands away from your face you glance over at your desk to see your Polaroid camera sitting there. Hmmm. I'll teach him a lesson.

You took your bed sheet and hung it over your wardrobe. Standing in front of it, you whipped off your jeans and t shirt, changing into a tight strappy top, and posed. It was tricky to take a picture on your own and you messed up the first two, but the third was good. You could see your chest, nipples poking at the fabric, braless, and the side of your thigh was on display. Angling the camera to take a photo of your ass, you managed it on the first go. Lacy black panties riding high, showing the shape of your butt, it was actually a flattering image. I'll show you I count Munson.

That was the first time you had snuck Polaroids in his locker.  You had watched him from around the corner, seen his puzzlement on finding the envelope with the heart on it. When he opened it his jaw fell open, looking around, trying to see if it was a joke. You felt smug. Walking over you grinned at Eddie.

"Hey Munson what you got there?"

"I-I think, maybe... erm, someone got the wrong locker? There's these, erm, photos. Fuck." He's not forming proper sentences, looking flushed and bewildered.

Suddenly it's hard to breathe. You can feel your pulse deep inside, heat pouring out of you. What the hell. This was about getting him back, but the thought of him seeing you in that state, showing your body to him, was intoxicating. Especially since he didn't know it was you.

You tried to steady your breathing. "Maybe you have a secret admirer?" You said, voice much calmer than you felt.

"Shit you think so?" He stared at you with big wide eyes; the look nearly broke you. You just couldn't reveal that it was a joke, not now. He looked so hopeful.

For a few days, you had thought maybe that was that. You had proven your point after all, even if it was only to yourself. That all fell apart when you brought the camera to The Hideout, and took a picture of Eddie on stage. He looked ethereal, this glowing God of a man, and you just had to. You made your way to the bathroom and stripped down to your underwear, taking a picture of you spread legged on the toilet seat, then another with your bra off, free arm covering your breasts.

It excited you; all of it. The sneaking around, the thrill that you might get caught, exposing yourself to Eddie. It made you feel alive. It made you feel dirty. Getting braver and more confident with each mini shoot, the locations got more and more risky. There was the toilets at school, then the woods just outside where Eddie did his deals. Now, Mrs O'Donnell's classroom. You had gotten to school at 6am for that one, the rush of potentially being caught red handed burning through your veins.

You knew it couldn't last though. Eventually you would need to stop. Eddie can be a bit dim sometimes, but surely he'd work it out, and then you'd have to admit your crush and potentially ruin your friendship. Plus, how self-conscious were you going to feel, knowing Eddie knew exactly what lay under your clothes?

One last time. You had said it before, but this time that was it, and you knew the perfect place.

*********************

It was 10pm the next day. Sitting in your car you were staking out the school, building up the nerve. The janitor had left some time ago, but you knew a side door that was never locked properly. Taking a deep breath, you grab your backpack, scoot out of your car and hurriedly make your way to the side of the school.

Moving through the hallways, you open up a small door and navigate your way around the drama room, coming to your destination. You grinned to yourself knowing this was going to blow Eddie's mind.

You're standing in front of Eddie's throne. His Hellfire seat, the one no one was allowed to touch, not even if someone else in the party ran a one shot. It was the cardinal rule. This was Eddie's spot.

Stripping off, you get entirely naked, shivering in the chilly air. Clearly the heating is turned off at night. You sit on the throne, arousal flowing through you already at the thought of what you were about to do, toying at your own nipples, getting them camera ready. The first shot you take both your legs are draped over the arm of the throne. The next, you let one leg fall to the floor, legs spread, cunt on full display.

Softly dragging your hand down, you graze your clit, holding your breath in your throat. Another photo. You glide your fingers through your folds, feeling your wetness seeping out, your arousal already pooling around your entrance. Another photo. You slide two fingers in all the way, letting out a stifled whimper, body on fire despite the chilly air. Another photo.

Finally, you reach to the side, to your backpack at your feet and pull out your red dildo. It wasn't very long, but thick, and covered with small ridges to accentuate your pleasure. You took a photo with it in your hand, held against your naked chest, fingers shining with your slick, then teased it through your folds, gathering the collecting slick emanating from your cunt.

You plunge it into your heat and set a deep and unforgiving pace, angling the sex toy so it grazed your g spot. Another photo.

After that the camera becomes a burden; you hastily drop it on the table in front of you and concentrate on chasing your pleasure. A tight feeling gathers in your stomach, limbs warm, pursuing rapture. Your head starts to feel fuzzy, and you feel wrong for doing this here, in this sacred spot, but that just amplifies your arousal.

You think about what Eddie would say if he caught you right now. What would he do? Would he stand in shock? Walk out? Help you chase your release? Or just watch you? The thought of being caught by him pushed you over the precipice. You came over your hand with a broken groan, biting your lip to try and stifle your noises.

Panting, you remove the toy from inside you, gasping for breath. You have a look at the discarded Polaroids. The last one was hot as hell, back arched, tits on display, red toy slightly blurry as it pounded into you. Holy shit. Eddie's going to explode. You giggle, getting your clothes back on and stuff together before sneaking out.

*********************

The next day you were practically buzzing with excitement, running over to your locker, when you see Eddie's already there. Shit.

"Hey sweetheart, where's the fire?" Eddie smirks at you out the side of his mouth, pushing his locker closed.

"You know me, just eager for a day of learning!" He chuckles at that. "You ok, any presents today?"

"Nope" Eddie says, looking slightly deflated. "Thought I'd try and get here early, see if I could catch them but no dice." He frowns.

"Well, can't be every day. Hey, remember we are hanging out tonight. This is a no frown zone!" You lightly push his arm.

"Oh yeah, yours or mine?"

"Mine. My parents arent home and your room stinks Eddie."

Eddie looks aghast and mimes being stabbed in the chest, flinging himself into the lockers, making an almighty racket.

"Oh, sweetheart, you wound me!"

Some students turn to see the commotion, others keep walking, used to his antics.

"Well it does! Learn to clean your sheets doofus. I'll see you later." You muss his hair and walk off, the envelope full of photos burning in your pocket.

*********************

After lunch you and Eddie make your way to your lockers, trying to stop the knowing smirk from crawling over your face. Earlier, you had managed to sneak out of biology, feigning 'women's problems' (your teacher waved their hand at you with a turned up nose, he clearly didn't want any details) in order to jam the photos into Eddie's locker and run.

When the envelope slips to the floor with a thwap Eddie looks seriously confused. He's had never had an afternoon delivery before. He quickly rips the envelope open and you watch as he seems to break down in front of your eyes. No sound leaves his lips, eyes wide, hand held to his mouth in shock, wheeling through image after image.

"You ok Eds?" You say softly. He doesn't answer for a bit, then coughs, shoving the photos into his pocket.

"Yeah. Fine. See you later." He faces the wall for a second, out the corner of your eye you see him attempt to arrange the growing bulge in his jeans. He tries to walk off whilst hunched over, taking long strides. You turn to follow him with your eyes, and see him practically jogging to the bathroom.

Jesus Christ is he gonna rub one out? The thought blazed in your brain, thinking about Eddie frantically fucking his fist with your photo in the other hand, sweaty and desperate. Sighing, you tense your thighs, saving that image for another time, and make your way to class.

*********************

After having takeout for dinner, you were sprawled on the foot of your queen sized bed, flicking through a magazine. Eddie was leaning up against your pillows, getting a baggy out so you two could have an after dinner smoke. Led Zeppelin is softly playing from your tape deck, much to Eddie's annoyance.

"Seriously, this again? Can't we listen to something else?"

"Nu-uh. My bedroom my rules." You say back, as you had a dozen times before.

Eddie grumbles under his breath, but you know there's no spite in it.

You see Eddie fumbling around out the corner of your eye, patting his pockets.

"Lighters on the bedside table." You say without looking.

"Aha, there you are you little sucker" he grabs the lighter and sparks the joint, taking a few hits.

"You want some of this?" He waves the joint, winking at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, wishing he had meant something else besides the smoke.

"Of course I do, why do you think I hang around with you," you wink back, winding him up.

"Well shit you ain't having any now!" He says, holding his hand high in the air.

You huff at him, stretching over, trying to grab it from waving fingers. You lean further into him but he bends right back into the gap in your pillows, hand underneath them. Suddenly his eyes widen, grin threatening to split his face in half.

"You can take it" he says, passing the spliff to you whilst you stare at him confused.

"I've found something better" he says in a sing song voice, and pulls his hand out from its hiding place, holding your dildo in his hand, waving it at you and laughing.

Shit! You'd forgotten you had jammed it there before he came round! You'll never hear the end of this.

Eddie, still chuckling, looks at it, seemingly for the first time. It drops out of his hand as if it had burned him and rolls off the bed, onto the floor. Eddie's staring at you in shock. You felt your stomach drop out from under you, realising a bad situation just got worse. It was the toy you had used in the last batch of photos. It sat on the floor, glaring at you, matt red. It felt like it was burning a whole in your carpet, setting your friendship with Eddie ablaze.

"Sweetheart..."

You look down, and put the joint in the ashtray next to you. Twisting your hands, you  play with your rings, unable to meet his stare.

"Look, it was supposed to be a joke, I was just getting you back, you know, after what you said? And I started enjoying it and I-I like you and I didn't mean it to go so far and..."

"Will you look at me?" Eddie's voice trembles slightly.

You scrunch your eyes shut, hot tears spilling out the creases of your eyes, running down your cheeks, leaving salty embarrassed trails in their wake.

"I think I'd rather die than look at you right now. I'm so fuckin' embarrassed and stupid, you might as well just leave, I'm a creep, I'm so, so sorry-"

Firm lips press against yours. You lean back in shock, not expecting the sudden kiss. When you dare to look Eddie is staring straight at you, eyes soft, hand reaching out to your fidgeting digits, trying to calm you down.

"I had to-to do something..." your words dwindling.

"You said I said something, what did I say?" He holds your hands, massaging your fingers softly.

"You.. said I didn't count."

"When?" He exclaims, word tinged in disbelief.

"Dustin said I was a girl, and you said I didn't count. I just wanted to show you, I do count. I dunno, I just wanted you to pay attention to me." You gaze at him, hurt etched into your brow.

"Oh sweetheart" holding his hand to your cheek, he strokes your jaw "I didn't mean it like that, I was just tryin' to take attention away from you is all. What was I supposed to do, ask you out on the spot?" He chuckles, pulling you in for another kiss.

This time you're ready, kissing him back with urgency. His lips are surprisingly soft; the kiss tastes of weed, cigarettes and gum, and maybe the lingering hint of strawberry chapstick that glosses your mouth. You both open your mouths, tongues clashing, fighting for dominance. It's messy, and passionate, and everything you could have hoped for. Both of his hands snake to the back of your head, pushing you towards him to deepen the kiss. Your breathing becomes laboured, hands grasping at his t shirt, balling it in your fists for something to grab onto. You nibble at his bottom lip, eliciting a breathy sigh from him.

Eddie breaks from the kiss and moves his mouth to your neck, mouthing and biting, hands running down your back.

"Well," he whispers into your skin between sucks to your throat, "who knew you were such a deviant." He bites into your shoulder through your t shirt making you cry out.

"I-I'm not a deviant" you struggle out, nails raking into the bare skin of his arms.

"Oh really? At The Hideout? At school? On my throne? You're a naughty girl" he gives you a self satisfied smirk and runs his tongue up the length of your neck, drawing out a loud cry from your throat.

"It felt good" you admit to him, "I liked the feeling, that I might get caught." You're cheeks redden at the confession. You had barely confessed it to yourself.

"Such a filthy girl. Jesus Christ, the things I've thought about." He pulls at the hem of your top; you comply, pulling it over your head, exposing your breasts since you had forgoed a bra.

Eddie's groan at your bare breasts vibrates through the air in the room and straight to your cunt. His eyes look like they are about to pop right out of his head.

"The photos didn't do you justice darling. Holy shit, look at you."

You steal the moment he's taken to stare and worship.

"So, are you gonna marry me now Munson?' You joke, biting your lip and smiling.

"Eventually. First? First I'm gonna..." he takes your nipple between his teeth, biting softly, and you take a shocked breath, "I'm gonna absolutely rail you" he takes your nipple into his mouth fully and sucks hard, squeezing the other so much it borders on pain. You wail his name in response. It releases from his mouth with a wet sound. "I'm gonna fuck you everywhere you took a picture."

You laugh incredulously, then look at his eyes, and see his solemn stare in response. Oh, he was being serious. Your pussy contracted at the thought, squeezing around an imaginary length. "You'd like that wouldn't you, you dirty girl?"

You can only hum in response, tugging at his t shirt. He whips it off, allowing your fingers to explore his unchartered skin, running fingertips over his unseen tattoos. Hands stroking, caressing his flesh. Eddie groans at your touches and reaches to undo his jeans, belt undone, popping the button.

He licks the flat of his tongue across your nipple, making you whimper. "You think you can help me out?" Gesturing to his crotch.

"Mmm yeah" you breathe, fumbling with the fly, pulling it down and pushing him backwards onto the bed. You see his boxers,  and reach out to pull them down and release his swollen cock. It pops up, rising from the base of brunette curls, curving slightly at the tip, girthy and dribbling. You kneel between his legs and take the tip into your mouth, moaning around his length. Eddie nearly bucks into your mouth at the feeling, trying so hard not to fuck into your throat.

You take more of his length, nose pressed to his curls, gagging slightly. Eddie makes a high pitched moan. God, the feeling of him at your mercy makes your core hum with need. You run your tongue around his member and lick the sensitive tip, hands slightly squeezing the base.

"Fuck princess I, I can't last if you do that!" He pulls you off and stares in your eyes.

"Where did you take the pictures. I know you must have taken some in here."

You point wordlessly to the white fluffy rug in front of your wardrobe.

"Stand up." You can't find it in you to disobey.

Eddie's strong hands stroke down your sides, making their way to your jeans, undoing them and tugging them down to your ankles along with your underwear. There you stood, completely exposed to him. You could feel yourself dripping almost, slick feathering your thighs.

Eddie licks his lips. "Fuck you are so hot. I wanna taste you. But not now. Get on your hands and knees." He roughly handles you into position and you gasp at how dominant he is being. Every word is shooting to your core, making you throb with need.

You do as you are asked, on your hands and knees, waiting to see what was next.

Rough fingertips graze your heat making you cry out.

"Easy baby, gotta get you ready for me." He slips a finger into your pussy and you squeeze around it desperately, back arching. Slowly, he pumps it in and out, watching you squeal and squirm. The lewd wet noise is echoing through the room along with your moans. He adds another finger and you buck into his hand, fucking yourself onto his digits.

"Shit baby you gonna cum already? Fuck." He pumps his fingers into you faster, curling them into you.

"Eddie yes fuck!" You release suddenly, unexpectedly, squealing his name like a prayer. The molten red hotness of your orgasm peels through your every vein. Panting and sweaty you look back at him.

"Fuck me, you're as pretty as a picture." He chuckles darkly, pulling his boxers down.

"You got a condom baby?"

"No, no please just fuck me, I'm on the pill."

"Jesus Christ you are filthy, gonna fuck this pussy good yeah?"

You push back in response, your soaked lips touching the tip of his cock. He pushes into you, the filthiest moan escaping his lips.

This is what you had been craving. The sneaking around, the thrill of being caught, it was nothing compared to feeling his throbbing dick inside of you, stretching out your cunt so much no other dick could possibly compare. It hurt, but it was breathtaking. A pain you wanted to feel over and over. Eddie gave you a moment to get used to him, hands pressing into the fat of your hips, molding into his palms. Then he did as he said he would, railing into you at an unforgiving pace, pounding you from behind so roughly you were practically screaming. It was animalistic and feral and you fucking loved it. Every thrust was fire, the way he grabbed at you was possessiveness personified. He owned you.

You had never known a boy to be so loud before. His moans and cries were stabbing at you as much as his cock was.

"You like that sweetheart? Gonna fuckin' ruin you." Thrusting, stabbing into you, he grabbed you by your throat, pulling you bodily upwards. You could feel the cold of his rings pressed against you. He squeezed and you let out the longest, loudest moan you'd ever known, crushing his cock with how tight you were inside. Your orgasm came quickly, breaking you down into pieces. You became undone, a broken shell, moans and whines flowing from your lips.

You fell to the floor, hips only staying in place due to his strong hands. He'd released your throat, letting your head flop down, driving into you with even more force.

The overstimulation turned you into a screaming hot mess, but Eddie wasn't done with you yet. Pushing your head down into the rug he continued to force into you hard and fast until his movements began to falter and he released into your cunt. You felt his cum hit your gummy walls and the feeling was just too much, you were so sensitive and sore from the way he had used you. Tears streaked your cheeks, hot against your flushed face. Utterly and completely fucked.

You both stopped, frozen in that ridiculous position, until you felt his fingertips grazing your back tenderly, a harsh contrast from the previous moment you had shared together.

"Was that ok?" Barely a whisper, as if he thought you might blow away in the breeze.

"...yeah" you manage to gasp out, trying to lift yourself, suddenly unable to support the weight of your own head.

"Shit sweetheart sorry." Eddie pulled out from you and you whined at the loss. You'd never felt so empty. But then he was there, lifting your upper half up, getting you to lay back so he could pick you up bodily and lay you out on the bedclothes. Your knees were sore and red and your pussy lips were painful and swollen.

Eddie walked off to your bathroom, returning with a warm cloth. The tenderness honestly surprised you. Never had a boy tried to take care of you after. He swept the cloth between your folds, making you hiss at the contact. Eddie shushed you, cleaning you up. Then he laid facing you, hand brushing your side.

"You ok sweetheart?" He look on his face was practically dripping with concern, his hands roaming over you, trying to soothe and console you.

"Yes baby, fuck that was..  that was something else" you giggle at him, fingers drifting over his torso, feeling at the relaxed muscles.

"So, a nap, then a drive yeah?"

"What??"

"What's the next spot? The Hideout? Don't think I'm finished with you yet, I've got a promise to deliver future Mrs Munson."

You laugh out loud, holding him tightly.

#eddie x you #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #ms gexy writes #stranger things #stranger things fan fic

[beenbaanbuun]

mean dom w/ matz seonghwa (specifically)

words - 🤨

genre - smut with a little fluff at the end

warnings - oh god, mean dom!hwa, choking, spit kink, overstimulation, brief mention of safewords (none are used in this), degradation, brat kink, clit slapping, dacryphilia, desk sex, boot riding, boot licking, edging, aftercare, clothed sex (he wears his fur coat the entire time), gagging (with panties), good god, i’m so sorry for what i’ve written…

matz seonghwa is genuinely driving me insane. every time i see him in that stupid fur coat all i can think about is him being a mean dom

like i’m sorry but imagine him pinning you to the bed with a hand around your neck whilst he fucks you in nothing but the coat

your cheeks are wet from a mixture of your tears of overstimulation and his spit

but he doesn’t slow down as he watches you cry

no, he speeds up, even going as far as to reach between you and let his fingers play with your already abused clit

he’d been playing with it for what felt like hours now, alternating between his fingers and his tongue until he finally decides you were ready for him to fuck you

you whine and try your best to thrash about, but his grip tightens around your neck

your eyes go wide as he restricts your air supply

“fucking stay still, brat,” he grunts through gritted teeth, “you wanted to piss me off so now you have to suffer the consequences.”

and if that doesn’t do its job, he won’t hesitate to deliver a serious of hard slaps to you clit that have you squealing from the overstimulation

when you eventually go limp in his grasp, he won’t praise you

he’ll just loosen the hold he has on your neck a little and go back to playing with your clit like he was before

it doesn’t take long before you’re wailing as you cream around his dick, but even then he continues to snap his hips against yours

and he won’t stop until you either safeword or he’s satisfied with how many times you’ve cum for him

and when he’s working, he definitely makes you kneel between his legs as he wears the coat

even if he doesn’t have his dick shoved down your throat - which believe me, he often does - he just like the power it gives him

to see you sitting there with wide eyes, staring at him like he’s your whole universe makes his heart stutter a little

occasionally he’ll pet your hair, but other than that he does his best to ignore you as you lean your head against his thigh

of course, he sneaks glances at you when he knows you won’t notice

but it gets him off to see you so needy and desperate for just the tiniest bit of attention

and he lets it go on for as long as he can, letting you silently beg for his dick until he cant wait any more

without a word, he’ll lift you to your feet and bend you over his desk

with one huge hand pinning you to the desk, he uses his other to flip your skirt up and rip your panties away from your body

if you even dare to complain about it he’ll put you back on the floor for a little while longer

only this time the torn up panties will in between your lips, pushing against your tongue to silence you

of course, when enough time has passed for you to ‘think about your actions’, as seonghwa had put it, he’ll pick you back up and try again

most of the time he’ll fuck you like that until he cums in your starving cunt, leaving you high and dry and begging for more

it’s just because he likes to see you all whiny and pathetic and desperate for his cock

but sometimes he’ll let you cum before putting you back on the floor between his legs before continuing what whatever the fuck he was doing beforehand

occasionally, on the not-so-rare occasion that he doesn’t let you cum, he’ll make you ride his foot whilst you’re down there

if you want it that bad, you can’t complain about how he lets you have it, right?

so you let your fingers lace with the fur of his coat as you grind against his boot

he just chuckles to himself, comparing you to a bitch in heat under his breath as you desperately move your hips back and forth

and when you cum, best believe he’s making you lick it clean

he taunts you as you lap at the sticky liquid that covers his boot, calling you whatever name pops into his head as he watches you

“such a dirty slut, hm?” he asks as he pulls his foot away from your tongue and uses it to tilt you head back

behind the layer disdain in his eyes, you can see a familiar twinkle that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach

so you carry on until he’s deemed it enough, and pulls you onto his lap to lay against his chest and relax as he finishes his work

because even after all of that, you can’t say that mean dom!hwa wouldn’t be absolutely beautiful with aftercare

before you can even ask him for anything, it’s there

like, the scene is barely over and there’s already a wash cloth in his hand, ready to wipe your flaccid body down of all the spit and cum and sweat

he praises you in between soft kisses, and brushes your hair out of your face with his gentle fingers

you can’t help but flinch a little every time the fur of his coat brushes against your oversensitive skin, but he won’t take it off just yet

and the second your body is somewhat clean (you’ll be showering as soon as he’s sure you can stand up for that long, seonghwa wall make sure of it) he’s pressing snacks to your lips

he hand feeds you like you’re some sort of royalty, which to him you might as well be, and watches you with gleeful eyes as you slowly chew on whatever he gives you

and don’t get me started on the water bottle either

he puts it to your lips every few seconds for you to take a sip and he won’t put it back down until you’ve drunk at least half the bottle

even if you’re whining about not wanting anymore, he just quirks an eyebrow and brings it back to your lips as if he didn’t hear you

finally, when you’re clean, fed, and watered he lies down next to you on his back and opens the front of his coat wide

you take the hint and crawl onto his chest so he can wrap you both up in the oversized thing

chances are the two of you will fall asleep like that since it’s so warm and cosy

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez fic #ateez smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa smut

[dyeher]

Warnings| consenual somnophilia, soft sex, unprotected sex.

Notes| mhm mhm mhm. *nods eagerly*

Unedited| read at your own risk.

You’re warm and soft and the scent of your body wash immediately envelopes him. Your muscles are malleable from being asleep and it’s relatively easy for Izuku to flip you onto your back without waking you.

There’s a long list of moments in Izuku’s life when he was truly stunned by the level of trust people had in him but none were quite as humbling as when you’d expressed just how much you trust him.

Izuku might find some irony in the fact that your trust in him surpasses the trust other people have in him on his list. Especially because those other people are complete strangers who trust him with their life. Meanwhile you—who he’s known for a good chuck of his time as a pro hero—are trusting him with your body.

And maybe it might be something trivial to someone else but to Izuku, the only one who gets to see you like this, it is more important than most life altering situations he’s been in.

Your brows furrow adorably as his fingers skim along your exposed thighs. You’re asleep in one of his shirts and it’s ridden up high enough that Izuku gets a peek at a pair of your favorite pair of underwear. The colorful cotton makes him smile. Lace and silk are fun on special occasions but there’s something about you being comfortable in his home in his clothes that makes him harder than any piece of lingerie ever could.

Gingerly, he uses his light touch on your sides to push the shirt higher, exposing your clothed pussy and the top of your thighs. He bends and buried his face in the juncture, littering the warm flesh with soft kisses.

His heart swells when you squirm, and emotion tightens his throat when you don’t wake even after he tugs your underwear free. He drapes your legs over his shoulders, determined to at least prep your little pussy before he fucks it. He’s not surprised when he peels your lips apart to find you already damp for him. Even asleep your body reacts to his nearness, to his touches and light kisses.

The first flick of his tongue through your folds makes your hips jump. Izuku pulls back enough to make a soothing noise that settles you back into the sheets. The next lick has your brows furrowing again, your mouth parting adorably as you let out a little noise of approval. It goes straight to Izuku’s cock, and so instead of waking you up on his tongue before fucking you back to sleep Izuku pulls away and strips.

He turns you onto your side so your back is to his front and he can easily access your body. His hands skim your stomach and up to your breasts under his shirt. The sensitive buds pebble under his ministrations, and to no surprise of his, you squirm weakly in his hold.

“It’s okay,” he coos near your ear. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

He slips his hand lower until he squeezes his fingers between your thighs and hoists one of them up and back. Not wide enough to jostle you but just enough that his fingers can brush softly through your folds. Collecting and spreading your slick, rubbing lazy circles into your clit until your body is grinding subconsciously against them. He shifts, slotting his cock through your thighs and right against your cunt.

He can’t swallows a groan when he gives a short thrust and the head catches on your clit. A few more thrusts and you’re squirming in earnest. Mewling softly and keening his name. His cock is drenched in your slick and when he uses his fingers to press the head into your opening he slips in with unhurried ease.

Your pussy spasms weakly and Izuku stills. Positive that you’ve awakened, but you only shuffle back into his chest.

He fucks you slowly. Deep, languid thrusts that rub against your g spot. That have you whining in your sleep. “I’ll take care of you,” he reassures you, his palm settling on your mons so his middle finger can reach your clit. “I’ve got you.”

You make some sound of agreement that tells him you’re almost awake. He buries his face in your neck, his other hand squeezing your body closer, his eyes falling shut as he allows himself to be swallowed by the sensation of your cunt as it flutters around his cock.

Your warmth, your softness, your scent, they overwhelm him, and before he knows it he’s jerking his hips a little faster, rubbing your clit a little harder. His grip on your waist tightens again.

“Izu—oh-”

You’re awake. Just in time for Izuku to give your clit a harsh pinch as he lifts his leg and starts a punishing pace.

“Oh- yes, yes!”

Your voice is scratchy and breathless but your orgasm takes you both by surprise. You cum with a drawn out moan that Izuku swallows in a toe curling kiss when he turns your head toward his. You shudder as he fills you up, sighing into his mouth.

He kisses you until you’re both recovered from the orgasm. They grow soft and sloppy the longer you kiss. Izuku gingerly pulls out of you and you turn on your side to face him, lips barely parting.

He kisses you until your both dizzy and melted into the bed. When he pulls away he smiles softly at your sleepy blink.

“Hi.”

You chuckle weakly.

“Good morning.”

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#my hero academia #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #izuku midoria x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #deku smut #izuku midoryia smut #mha smut

[ghostboneswrites2]

You Were Found

Part 2 to You Ran

Summary: Daryl finds you holding your ground against the Saviors.

18+ MDNI || Warnings: heavy profanity, TWD typical violence, minor mention of reader’s past abuse

        All things considered you were doing alright. In a survival sense, at least. You were fed most of the time, hadn’t been bit, and had a half ass decent amount of luck in finding water. One other fronts, though, things had been tough. You holed up in a beat down gas station off the highway. Another group — one that seemed to have numbers — frequently rode through and cause you problems. Their beef wasn’t with you, but it affected you nonetheless. 

        “Drop the bag, miss.” 

        “No.” 

        This man gave you the most shit. Any time he saw you he tried to rob you or sleep with you. It typically didn’t work out in his favor. 

        “Now, what are you doing with that?” He chuckled, nodding to your gun. “Looks a little heavy, darlin’. Why don’t ya hand it over? Let a strong man like me carry— Ahh!”

        A shit fired and he fell to the ground, clutching his leg. What he mistook for poor sim was simply your sights being set on his fibula. You smirked and shifted your weight onto one leg, propping your unarmed hand on your hip. 

        “Oops.” You said in mock innocence. “My finger slipped.” 

        “You fucking bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!” He cried out, writhing in pain on the cracked concrete. 

        “Looks like you’re gonna need a few weeks to recover first.” You shrugged, strolling to his side. You crouched down and looked him over, hissing. “Oh, man. Looks like that hurts.” You taunted. 

        Was it cruel? Yes. You justified it by recalling each time some patronizing, misogynistic, disrespectful bullshit escaped past his paper-thin lips. 

        “Hey.” You cooed as he sobbed. “Hey, hey, hey…” You hushed, lacing a hand on his shoulder. “Hold still.” 

        You went to examine his wound, but instead you slipped his gun from his holster and tucked it into your waistband. 

        You leaned in close and whispered, “Figured it might be too heavy now, you know, with that leg.” 

        You stood and walked away, tuning out the enraged cries of the man on the ground. 

        From the trees across the high way, it was quite an interesting exchange to witness. The eyes of a trained hunter, belonging to a man that had tracked you for miles, watched with a blend of scrutiny and intrigue. 

        As your silhouette faded into the shattered glass doors of your gas station hideaway, he stepped out onto the street, scanning the landscape. With no sign of imminent threat, he strode across the way, heavy boots stopping before the man who was sure to bleed out within the hour. Blue eyes traced the man’s features. He wasn’t the man who Daryl had crossed paths with while leading the horde away from Alexandria some weeks back. No, but he had a feeling he was from that same crew of morally depraved imbeciles. 

        “The fuck you lookin’ at, asshole?” The man spat from the ground. His voice trembled with agony. 

        “Just some other asshole that got his ass handed to him by a girl.” Daryl shrugged. The man scoffed. 

        “That bitch’s days are fuckin’ numbered.” He spewed threats as he desperately cling to the last threads of live, before they were cut short. 

        “Looks like you might be the one runnin’ outta time.” Daryl mumbled. 

        “Shut up and help me, man.” The man pleaded. 

        “Nah.” Daryl shook his head. He reached into his pocket and pulled his half empty pack of cigarettes out, bending down and propping one between the man’s lips. He flipped his zippo open and lit it before standing upright and tucking his cigarettes away again. The man puffed and sighed. 

        Daryl tossed a final glance at the dying individual before he strolled inside. Upon first notice, the place looked desolate; barren of life or even walking death. Daryl knew better, though. Somewhere in the poorly lit ruins of a convenience store, you were waiting, lurking, searching for your moment to pounce. In all truth, walking in there blind out him at quite the disadvantage. 

        He was banking on the possibility of your recognition of the man who once meddled in your life and ultimately put you in a situation that forced you to run in the first place. He hoped that’d be enough for you to spare him some time to place his cards on the table, and more than that, he hoped you’d accept his hand. He hoped his deck held the trump card he thought it did, and that you’d be willing to recognize what he really had to offer.  

        “Coming to avenge your buddy?” A familiar voice called from behind the counter. 

        “Nah. Came to retrieve somebody.” He replied casually. “Someone who’s been missin’ a long time.” 

        “Sounds like they might not wanna be found if they’ve been missing that long.” You sighed. The hell was he doing there after all this time?

        “‘M sure they don’t.” He shrugged. “‘M here for ‘em anyways. Had somethin’ I thought they might like to know.”

        “I’m not so sure there’s anything worth telling them after all that time.” You stood from behind the counter. He eyed you. 

        “Maybe they could just hear what I got to say.”

        “Maybe you should lay it all out then.” You crossed your arms. 

        “Alright.” He nodded, taking a step closer. “Well, for starters, I been lookin’ for ya almost every day. Me and Aaron.” 

        “And you found me. So what?”

        “That asshole ain’t ‘round anymore.” 

        “And that’s supposed to make me want to come back?” You scoffed. “I’m takin’ real good care of myself, thanks.” 

         “Yeah, ‘til them assholes find their dead friend outside and his killer hangin’ out in here.” He countered. 

        “Then I find somewhere else.” You rolled your eyes. 

        “Don’t have to, though. Got a whole community waitin’ for ya.”

        “The same one that watched me get beat for a year and turned the other cheek?” You raised an eyebrow. “I mean really, they should send better representatives ‘cause I’m not buyin’ what you’re sellin’.”

        “Ain’t the same community no more.” He pressed on. “Things ‘ve changed there.”

        “Doubt it.”

        “Come see for yourself.” 

        “No thanks.” 

        “Look, just let me take ya back. See for yourself. If ya don’t like it you can go. I did my part.”

        “Your part?” You laughed incredulously. “What — Are you wrestling with some insatiable guilt or something? Here, let me put you at ease. You didn’t do anything but set me free. There. Your burden is lifted; you’re free to go.” 

        “Ain’t about guilt. It’s about—“

        “What is it about?” A man asked, suddenly strolling inside. “Does it have anything to do with my dead friend out there?”

        Daryl and you looked between each other then back at the man. 

        “See, that’s the third one of my friends to go missing in six months. But, I only see two lives here. Does there…” The man searched around. “… Happen to be a third life bidding around here so where? You know, to pay your debt?”

        “I don’t owe you shit.” You glared. Daryl shook his head at you. You ignored him and continued.  “Those assholes tried to rob me.” 

        “I see.” He nodded. “I get it, you know. Defending your territory and whatnot, but.. Well, ya see the issue with that is this isn’t your territory. It’s ours. Has been for a long time.”

        “I didn’t see a sign.” You challenged. 

        “Oh.” He chuckled. “I’ll be sure to make one out of your—“

        His body fell to the ground with a thud, an arrow protruding from his skull. 

        “C’mon, (Y/N), we gotta get outta here now.” Daryl urged. You stayed out, feet planted in the soil of your stubbornness. “Quit bein’ so damn bill-headed and let’s go!” He demanded  he had witnessed what those men were capable of — the ones from that group. That would make four men they had lost to you — and now Daryl — and he had no intentions of sticking around to see their reaction.

        Tires screeched in the distance, headlights rolling into view. Without hesitation, you bolted toward the back exit. “Ah, shit.” You groaned. “Follow me.”

        With Daryl in toe, the two of you melted into the trees behind the small building, ducked down in the underbrush to watch as five more men tore apart the gas station, shouting between each other..

        “My bike’s not far. We should go.” He whispered.

        “You rode a bike here?” 

        “A motorcycle, idiot! Come on!” He hissed. You followed him between trees, running for what felt like two miles. The voices of people never stayed far behind. They were on your tail, just not close enough to catch you. For the first time since you used to cower from the fist of a man, you felt afraid. Adrenaline coursed through you as you slapped beaches and flies from your face. Sweat burned your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to keep up with the prestigious woodsman ahead. 

        A break in the trees came into view, Daryl stopping to lift his bike from where he buried it in a tarp and leaves. He rolled it I got he street with haste and cranked the engine. You threw your leg over the back with no question, and he took off. You clung to his waist to steady yourself as wind smacked hair across your cheeks. Gunshots rang out behind you. Over your shoulder, you could see some of them men spilling out into the street, weapons aimed. 

        You pulled your pistol from your waist and held your arm out behind you, firing rounds at them as they faded from view. You could see one of them drop just as they disappeared behind the horizon. 

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[yrluvjane]

¿Can you do dfb james potter or Sirius black coming toy your dorm in hogwarts to fuck you?

idk if I spell it well,this is not my first language

(Of age reader)

You stared at Sirius appalled. "You're not supposed to be here!" You exclaimed, pushing him aside and sticking your head out the door to looking for any witnesses. "No one's out there, pup." Sirius said, amusement lacing his tone as he leaned back on your bed, a wide smirk stretched against his lips.

"You think this is funny?" You hiss, looking out once more before shutting the door and locking it. "You need to leave." You whisper, "My dorm mates will be here any minute."

"Calm down. They're all downstairs having dinner." Sirius states, kicking his shoes off. "No, no, no! You can't be here!" You comment, rushing over to pick his discarded footwear and bend down to place them neatly by your bed.

Your face immediately heats up when the man lying on your bed brings his hand down on your bum, and you turn to him stuttering when you address him.

He grins mischievously at your state and tugs harshly on your skirt, causing you to fall on top of him. "Sirius," You say in a tone that begs seriousness.

He chuckles in response, caressing your cheek with the back of fingers before dropping them to the back of your neck, pushing you towards him and connecting your lips for a lust-filled and rough kiss.

You moan against the kiss when he pushes his tongue through your lips. His hands fall to you lower back, trailing over the curve of your bum. He pulls back from the kiss, however, you don't get a chance to speak or catch your breath as Sirius flips you down and onto your stomach.

Your face presses into the pillow and you feel his breath hot against your neck as he climbs on top of you, his left leg parting your thighs and pressing against your cunt.

He's tattooed hand moves to push your hair to the side as his lips finds warmth in the crook of your neck; tugging and kissing at the sensitive skin. He tugs on your ear lobe with his teeth before placing a soft kiss behind it.

Sirius chuckles at your whine when he pulls away , "How bad do you want it, pup?" he asks mockingly, his fingers wandering up thighs and teasing you through gentle strokes over your clothed sex.

"Sirius." You try once more but this time it's out of desperation.

Slipping two fingers inside you, Sirius started to stretch you out, "Oh boy," You breathed out, shutting your eyes and muttering incoherent words. Your hand lays on the bed, bunching and clenching at the bedsheets. Sirius hand wraps around your wrist, pulling off your grip and instead locking his fingers with yours as his weight pushes you down on the mattress.

A small gasp left your lips when you felt his cock prod at your entrance, "You ready, pup?" Sirius leant over you and muttered in your ear, one hand holding your hip and the other pressing down on your shoulder blade. You nodded, desperation clouding your mind as you leaned back into him.

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[ladylooch]

I need a little bit of sub (ish) Nico. Like I can’t let him be in charge all the time. Gotta girl boss him a little bit

A/N: I am blaming the summer heat in my state as well for my thoughts tonight… hahahah I’m not sorry. Which is why I still need to find Jesus. Hahahaha. I’m a lil drunky. 

Word Count: 730

The summer heat is getting to you.

And so are the defined curves of Nico’s abdomen where he is flipping off the dock with his brother, Luca. You can’t help but stare, even as Nina tries to engage you in conversation. 

“Hey.” Nina nudges your leg with her foot.

“Hm?”

“I said do you need more wine?”

“Yeah, ah… I’ll get it.” You offer, jumping at the chance to grab Nico to help. You should be a good hostess. “Neeks, baby, can you come up with me and help bring the next round of snacks down?”

“Yeah!” He calls as he uses the ladder to leave the lake. 

You head up together. Nico is dripping along the way as he towels off as much as he can during your walk. He ditches the towel on the deck before entering the kitchen behind you.

“Baby, you need more sunscreen.” He murmurs, pressing his thumb into your shoulder where red blushes your skin. “Grab some from the bathroom and I’ll put it on you.” 

After grabbing the white wine from the fridge, you pause by the counter, watching him go into the pantry. You open the cork stuffed into the top, taking two big glugs of courage before following your boyfriend into the walk-in space. He is examining two different kinds of crackers putting one back on the shelf to read the other box. He has a thing about matching crackers with the right cheese. It must be a Swiss thing because Nina does it too.

“Are we having brie or manchego?” He asks, shoving his wet hair back from his forehead. The action has you sweating. You fly forward into the pantry, shutting the door and leaning your back against it. Nico slowly travels his gaze along your body, noticing the distinct points of your nipples against the swimsuit top. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You breathe, practically panting. “You‘re driving me crazy.” 

“I’m sorry?” He chuckles.

“I don’t think you are.” You tell him. “At least not sorry enough.” Nico’s thick eyebrows dance up his forehead in amusement. You walk towards him, wasting no time in pushing your hand into his board shorts. He thickens in your hand. The box of crackers falls to the panty floor. “Here’s the deal. I can’t wait. Not one more minute without you bending me over and fucking me so hard I can’t breathe.”

“Jesus, babe.” He moans as you slide your thumb over the slit of his head. “Oh my god.” You squeeze him tighter until his knees buckle.

“You’re going to take me from behind. We’re going to finish in two minutes. And we are going to walk back down to the lake without one single hair out of place.” 

“I wanna fuck you on the floor.” He whines slightly.

“No. Against the cabinet.” You slap his cheek lightly, then wiggle out of your bottoms.

You bend over in front of him, gripping the base of his dick to push through your folds roughly. Nico’s hands ghost along your hips as you push yourself back onto him.  “Oh.” You sigh in pleasure. “Ah.” You gnaw your bottom lip, bouncing back until your ass claps against this abdomen. Nico presses his butt against the opposite cabinet, then winds a hand around to your stomach to pull you flush with him. His hips angle up and down with your movements. 

“Tell me how pretty I am.” You insist, fingernails piercing at the taut skin of his abdomen.

“So fucking pretty.” His teeth are gritted. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He moans, tightening his thighs to stay standing. You reach for your hip, lacing your fingers together as you feel your orgasm coil.

“Play with my clit.” You move his hand to between your folds, immediately inhaling sharply at his touch there. “Like that. Please.” You moan holding his wrist there, feeling the beads of his bracelets indent your palm. You grind against his hand as you buck against him. You grab his other hand, putting it over your mouth to catch your scream. He moans your name as he comes too, filling your heat with sticky ribbons.

Your afterglow assaults you. Making you lazy as you redress yourself then turn to tuck Nico back into his shorts. His stunned expression has you chuckling as you grab the box of crackers he dropped. You extend them to him. He takes them with an astonished laugh.

“What just happened?” He asks, lacing your fingers together after dropping the crackers again. He tugs you closer, shoving his other hand in your hair as he kisses you.

“It was my turn to call the shots.” 

“Can we expand more on that later?”

“Sure, if I feel like it.” You lick along the seam of his lips, then return to the kitchen to pour two fresh glasses of wine.

If Nico’s siblings knew what you were doing up there, they have no reaction to it when you both return to the dock. 

“You didn’t get sunscreen.” Nico murmurs, kissing your cheek as you settle back into your chair. 

“Sorry, I got distracted.” You both chuckle and share another kiss. Nico takes off at full speed, jumping into the lake with a large cannon ball to splash you with droplets of water. 

He’ll pay for that later. 

#hockey writing #my writing #writing request #NHL fan fiction #NHL imagine

[h1schier13]

-THE TASTE OF YOU- —-NICO HISCHIER—-

Words- 800

Nico hischier x female reader

protected p in v/ short and smutty 😝

Fyi i wrote this late at night and I didn't check for mistakes 😭 will edit soon! Enjoy!

you weren't the type to visit the local bar but after the day you had you needed it. Work was extra hectic and you needed something to calm your nerves.

You sat down at a barstool before ordering yourself a drink. After a few minutes, the bartender brought your martini over. You took a sip and looked around. The room was dim but lights from the bar gave it a faint glow. When you turned your head to your left you saw a man sit down beside you.

“Two shots of tequila I don't care what brand, thank you” He spoke, a hint of an accent coming out with each syllable.

The drinks came out not soon after he ordered them. The man smiled at you before pushing a shot towards you with his pointer finger. He has dimples holy fucking shit you thought.

“Thank you” You smiled back. You raised the glass to your lips. Mr Hot Brunette's eyes lingered on them. Oh ok

You took the shot, him doing the same after you.

“So what's your name?” He asked.

“Y/N, you?”

“Nico” He stuck his hand out and you shook it. His hands were rough compared to yours, much bigger too.

“You are very pretty, y/n” A shade of pink covered your cheeks at his honesty.

“Thank you” You let out a soft giggle.

“So what do you do Nico?”

“I'm actually a hockey player, I'm here for a game” ok hot

“Ooh nice” Nico laughed revealing those dimples you were becoming obsessed with.

“would you wanna come back to my hotel?”

“Bold of you to assume I would want to sleep with you?….yes”

You jumped off the barstool before pulling your dress down and running to the bar exit with Nico.

Time went by and you finally made it to the hotel.

A giggle came from Nico when you both ran into the elevator. He pressed a button, and the doors slowly closed. When they finally shut he lifted you up against the wall and stood between your thighs. He grabbed your jaw before kissing you. His lips and yours perfectly matched each other's pace as you kissed each other. One of his hands rested on your jaw the other on your hip.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nico picked you up and walked out, never breaking the kiss.

He opened his hotel door, walked you to the bedroom, and laid you against the bed.

He broke the kiss to bend down, flip you over, and unzip your dress. The fabric was discarded to the floor, your body only covered by a lace set.

“Shit” He groaned before taking off his shirt. You ran your hands down his chest before pulling him on top of you. Your lips pressed against each others again. Nico grasped your wrists, placed them above your head, and whispered “Keep them there”.

You did as he asked. His body moved lower. He pulled your underwear off before spreading your legs and placing them over his shoulders.

His tounge ran over your clit then traced your entrance.

“Nico…” you moaned.

“Quiet baby my teammates are in the other rooms”

He got back to work feasting on your pussy like he was a starved man. His tounge thrusted inside you making your back arch. It curled then went in and out.

“Come on my face baby, I wanna taste it all, every single drop” Not long after you did as he wanted. Your hands grasped at his hair and your toes curled. Stars filled your vision as you shook against him.

“Thats it baby” His tounge continued to pleasure you as you came. Once the orgasm passed Nico raised his head. His beard glistening from what had just happened.

He got up and unbuckled his belt. He then got a condom. His pants were pulled down then his boxers. Holy fucking shit. His dick rested against his abdomen. He was big. Precum dripped from the tip. Veins traced up his shaft.

Nico rolled the condom on, he then got on the bed and got between your legs.

He reached behind you and unclasped your bra. Your breasts bounced and your nipples hardened.

“So pretty” Nico massaged your breast while he kissed you and positioned himself.

One hand moved to your hip and the other covered your mouth as he pushed inside you.

“Shit” he groaned.

“You ok baby?” you nodded and he started to thrust inside you.

You started to massage you clit and his thrusts got faster. You moaned into his hand.

“So good, fuck” Your moans, his groans, skin slapping against each others, and the bed squeaking filled the room.

Thrust after thrust after thrust. He hit all the right places inside you. He knew how to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. This man was created to play hockey and please women.

A few thrusts later and you both came. He held you for a second before pulling out and discarding the condom. He came back and cuddled you, his hands tracing your curves and his lips pressing kisses against your neck

#hockey #hockey fanfiction #nhl hockey #nico hischier #nj devils #fanfic

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Up All Night 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You go through your usual routine. Well, not exactly. As you wait for the kettle to boil for your coffee, you go into the bedroom, the raucous, alcohol-laced snores of your boss filling the space. You open the closet, giving little concern to his sleep, as you search for an outfit.

You take a grey-blue dress and retrieve several other pieces from your top drawer. You snatch your watch from the top of the dresser, not allowing a glance towards the man in your bed. Man child!

You stomp out to the living room and leave your clothes on the couch as you go to brew the coffee. You let it steep as you get dressed. Bra and underwear first. You pull on one stocking then bend to poke your foot in the other. As you roll it up your leg, you hear a groan.

Ransom’s hand hits the wall as he lumbers down the hallway. You quickly fix the top of the stocking and snatch the dress up, hiding behind it as you face him. He groggily blinks at you as she yawns and rubs his eye socket.

“Christ,” you whisper as you flick your eyes to the ceiling. He’s still fucking naked.

“Coffee…” he grumbles.

“Clothes,” you retort and unzip the back of the dress, swiftly slipping it over your head. You strain to pull up the zipper and smooth the front. “What is wrong with you?”

“Damn, always knew you were a tight ass but–”

You collect the clothing littered around the floor. It smells like liquor and sweat. You huff as you go to him, staring him down, only looking above his shoulders. You shove the armful against his chest.

“Get dressed.”

“What time is it?”

“Urgh,” you let go of the clothes as he refuses to take them. They drop to the floor as you throw your hands up, “you do what you want then. But you’re out of here by the time I leave. Got it? Even if your buck naked.”

You spin and storm back to the kitchen. You press down the lever of the press and take out a sleek white mug. You pour the dark nectar into the porcelain, the last few drops landing on the counter as it slides out from under the spout. You sputter as Ransom claims your coffee and leans against the marble edge to sip and sigh.

“You’re–” you stop yourself. He is still your boss.

You look at the press. It only makes enough for you. Only what you need. You sneer and empty out the used grinds, starting another batch. You leave Ransom, still shamelessly nude, in the kitchen.

You put your watch on and return to the bedroom. A simple silver chain to complete the look. You enter the bathroom and start on your moisturising and makeup. As you apply your mascara, the door sings open and Ransom staggers in. Is he still drunk?

He slurps from the mug before he clinks it down on the corner of the counter. You ignore him and twist the mascara shut. You choose a neutral lipstick and lean in to trace your lips. He belches and flips up the lid of the toilet, leaning on the tank as he aims his dick at the bowl. The sudden scour of his piss against the porcelain makes you draw outside your lip line.

“Okay, that’s–” You scoff and toss the lipstick into your makeup case, “disgusting.”

You grab the entire leather chest and skirt out behind him, trying not to get too close. You go into the bedroom and slam your makeup collection down on the vanity. You wipe away the smudge and start again.

The toilet flushes and another obnoxious yawn thunders through the apartment. The floorboards denote his approach and you sense his shadow behind you in the mirror. You focus on yourself.

“Big mirror,” he comments as he nears, “ever fuck in it?”

You cap the lipstick and cringe, “Mr. Drysdale,” you look at your watch, “I have twenty minutes to drink my coffee and go. You have less time to get your clothes on and leave.”

“Relax, I’m coming with you. Obviously.”

“Is it? Obvious?” You ask sharply. 

“What does that mean?” He squints.

You stop yourself from answering. From telling him that you could run the office without him. That it’s actually easier without him there. You shrug.

“Put your clothes on.”

“Why?” He smirks, “you feeling something about it?”

“Revulsion, mostly.”

“Still a feeling.”

You take a breath and tilt your head. Exasperation floods to your throat and constricts. You’re only encouraging him. You exhale and step around him.

“Eighteen minutes,” you declare.

You sweep down the hall and through the front room. In the kitchen, you pour another cup of coffee, keeping your hand defensively on the mug’s handle. You put the press down and blow over the steamy cup. You taste the rich dark roast and hum.

“You’re gonna have to drive me to my place,” Ransom says over the rustle of fabric, “there’s a stain on this shirt.”

“Your puke,” you sniff derisively. “You can uber–”

“Be quicker if you drove.”

You roll your eyes, keeping your back to the door as you feel him at the threshold. You don’t have the energy for this. You should’ve left him at the club. Teach him a lesson for once in his life.

“So, I’m still confused. How did I get here?” He asks.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I really didn’t take you as the clubbing type,” he chortles, “definitely cougar vibes though. I know a guy who’s real into that–”

“I watch a man scrape you off the club floor. I wasn’t there for fun,” you face him with a growl, “next time, I’ll have them call your mom because I’m done playing that role.”

He scoffs. Then laughs. Then blows a raspberry.

“You really think you’re better than me? You? A sad old lady?”

“Mr. Drysdale,” you look at your watch. You won’t entertain his insults.

“Maybe next time, you should call my mother. You and her have a lot in common.”

“Surprising, because I don’t think I could ever raise a brat like you…” you retort and swallow tightly, “Mr. Drysdale.”

The humour drains from his face and his eyes darken. His jaw grits and he buttons up his shirt, glaring at you. “Coffee,” he snaps his fingers, “be a doll and get me another cup… assistant.”

#ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #drabble #series #au #up all night #the club #knives out

[ghostkeegan]

I wrote some Drabble about keegan/ghost (I can’t remember) strangling reader with their underwear after he rips them off. I love your writing could you write something with Keegan doing that? Lmao (had someone do it to me once, was hot af)

Unleashed (Keegan P. Russ x Fem! Reader) 18+

Warnings: teasing, edging, degradation, fingering, p in v, choking (obvs), pure porn no plot.

Keegan was never one to lose his cool. He was the silent ghost. Only resorting to violence when on the battlefield. The rest of the time he was calm and calculating, like a cobra ready to strike.

But the way you were getting on his every last nerve today was really pushing his boundaries.

It started off simple, with you teasing him slightly by bending over to pick up spare ammunition shells on the floor, or how you’d pull your shirt down lower during a spar, specifically when you were fighting him.

Then you got even more ballsy, insisting on moving past him when you really didn’t need to. In an open hallway you’d still brush up against his front, causing Keegan’s pants to become uncomfortably tight. He’d grit his teeth, irritated at the little obnoxious giggle that left your lips.

He had enough of your games after a specific morning while working out. You had gone about the typical teasing of flaunting your breasts when sparring. You were dressed only in a sports bra and running shorts. You had him distracted, so it wasn’t hard to swing your legs around his neck, and throw him to the ground with the momentum.

It was just you and him today on base, so the only thing that echoed through the training area was muffled grunts and panting breaths from sparring.

Your legs straddled against his hips, but Keegan was stronger, he had that advantage as he flipped you over, pinning your back down against the mat with one hand clutching both of your wrists in place over your head. If you weren’t so determined to win, you would have been drooling at the sight of him out of breath on top of you.

“Give up.” He grumbled, his eyes dark and dilated. You squirmed underneath him, but he pushed down your pelvis with his free hand. With a defeated huff you smirked, “I submit then,” you drawled, feeling his grip on your wrists loosen significantly at your tone.

Your smirk grew as you ripped your wrist away from his grip and hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him closer towards your face until he was a couple centimeters away from your nose.

He let out a growl in warning, only watching as you tilted your head to the side, your warm breath fanning across the sensitive pulse point of his neck. His weight nearly collapsed on top of you as you whispered into his ear,

“You seem to be distracted, Sergeant…”

It was only a teasing jab, but something in him had enough of your antics.

He hummed slightly, before he slammed you down into the mat, your head slightly bouncing off the material before he pounced on you.

“What are you playing at?” He growled, your eyes weren’t showcasing any fear, instead they were blown wide, resembling the dirty feeling of lust.

Any since of gentlemanly respect he had flew out the window at the little giggle that released from your throat.

You had played this game for too long. It was his turn now.

With a bruising grip, his fingers laced around your neck, restricting your breathing. Yet the hot trails of his tongue among your neck brought you back to life. “Don’t fucking move. If you move, you won’t want to know what happens.” He threatened through gasps of air.

“Yes, sir.”

He started with little kitten licks, but it progressed to the feeling of his teeth nipping down to your bare stomach, you felt his smirk against your skin as he bit down hard on your hip. You released a strangled hiss at the dull ache, but still you didn’t move.

“I can feel you shaking, babydoll.” Keegan teased as he blew hot air upon your clothed pussy, a soft moan escaping you. You wanted nothing more than to buck your hips up into his mouth. To feel his lips suck sloppy kisses against your clit.

His mouth ghosted over the shorts, as he placed a chaste kiss upon the material before pulling away completely. You whined at the loss, but the smug look across his face made you rethink your plea.

Keegan pushed himself up to your upper body, bringing his fingers around the straps of your sports bra before you felt the fabric strain as he tore it apart. “Please…” you begged without guilt as his hungry eyes travelled over your breasts.

“You wanted this all along didn’t you, slut?” He growled as he squeezed down on the soft skin of your breasts, the pain a welcoming bliss as you moaned lowly.

“Didn’t you?” He asked again, beginning a trail of sloppy kisses upon the skin. “Yes, I want you.” You mewled as he sucked a heavy purple bruise right next to your nipple. With a whine, you moved your nails to his back, scratching the soft material of his t-shirt as you attempted to ground yourself.

And that’s when you realized. You had moved.

You released a pitiful cry as his lips stopped moving against you, he knelt back upon his knees, his eyelids heavy. “I told you not to move. Get on your knees, now.”

His tone sent a deep twist to your stomach, and you were suddenly aware of the soaked material of your lace panties. You turned your back to him, whining lightly as you knelt on your kneecaps. It took a moment to feel him again, his chest was now bare as he pressed against your back, the scolding flesh grounding you as he kissed you again on the neck.

His arm reached around the front of you, finding the waistband of your shorts before his fingers reached just where you wanted him.

He hissed close to your ear at the slick coating his fingers. “Fucking soaked, darl’, so pathetic.” He drawled, pushing a digit into your needy cunt, using his other hand to pull down your shorts.

Your hands clenched at your sides, trying your hardest not to reach out to him. You wanted to feel his hair between your fingers, to pull him closer or to stroke his very hard erection against your thigh. His ruthless pace was borderline painful, he’d added another finger, spreading them apart inside your walls as he stretched them.

“I’m gonna cum…” you cooed as you felt the hot twisting of your walls, but Keegan pulled his thick fingers away teasingly. The cool air was like a slap to the face as you lost his contact. You whined pathetically at the loss, but Keegan only chuckled darkly from behind you.

“Nah uh, tease me, I tease you. Now look at my fingers, look at you.” He commanded, as your eyes flickered to his hand, where strings of your arousal dropped down to the mat.

Without even thinking you leant forward, pulling his fingers against your mouth and sucking down on the flesh. All you knew was that you needed him, or something to keep your mouth occupied. Keegan let out a surprised hiss, before releasing his fingers from your mouth with a gentle pop.

Shuffling was heard from behind you, and sneakily you gasped behind you as Keegan pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs. A small gasp left your mouth at his sheer size.

He was absolutely enormous.

“Like what you see?” He teased, his voice several tones deeper than it was usually. You reached out to touch him, but Keegan was quick to slap your hand away. “No, no, darl’, you don’t get to touch.”

His hands found your hips, before he took the lace material of your panties and ripped them off of you with a grunt. His hands immediately substituted the loss of warmth on your ass. He cupped the flesh in his one hand.

“Please…. Please I need you.” You begged against his back, trying desperately to push back into his erection. You wanted some type of release, and you didn’t care just how desperate you sounded.

Keegan lined up his cock to your opening with a sigh, relishing in the feeling of your juices mixing with his leaking pre-cum. With a careful grunt he pushed into your weeping cunt.

Immediately you felt the stretch of him, his arm pulled you flush against him, as his hips moved slowly to get you used to the feeling of the painfully delicious stretch.

“Taking me like such a whore, babydoll.” He praised, you mewled when his hips moved faster. Your ass slapped against his pelvis, a delightfully sinful noise.

He was ruthless, fucking all of his frustration into your tight cunt with a smirk on his face.

You weren’t going to last long. With him already teasing you earlier, your walls were already clenching around his veiny cock, “gonna cum.” You warned again, satisfyingly Keegan didn’t stop his relentless pace, instead he seemed to move against you faster and harder.

But what made you clench and cum around him wasn’t his pace, it was the feeling of your lace panties against your neck. “You’re mine. All mine to ruin.”

Keegan looped the material around your neck, restricting your windpipe in such an irresistible way all you could do was cum on his cock and worship his name over the squelching of your cunt.

He rutted into you, deeply hitting your g-spot even when you were so sensitive it was nearly painful. You felt him growl as he tightened the piece of clothing around your neck before he pulled his cock out, the warm ropes of his cum spilling against your back in a searing mess.

“Now onto your back, darl’. I’m not done with you yet.”

#Keegan p Russ #call of duty #cod #Keegan Russ #Keegan cod #Keegan Russ x you #Keegan Russ x Reader #cod ghosts #ghosts

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XIII

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Burning through my veins

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: choking, p in v, ass play, f*mdom, premature ejaculation, cumming in pants, dry humping, exhibitionism, etc?

You wake up on your stomach to a light caress of fingertips trailing over your back, hips, butt, and thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You stretch with a groan, your body stiff and a little sore from what you were put through the night before. When you open your eyes, Bradley’s hazel gaze meets yours.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, noting the furrow in his brow.

“The redness is gone and I can only see where I gave you those last 2 hard ones,” he replies, fingers tracking the crease where your ass meets your thigh, disappointment lacing his tone.

Your laugh turns into a gasp when he puts pressure on the still-tender area.

“Mhmm, I’ll just have to go harder next time, or longer, or use something a little more intense, or all the above…” he teases, but you can hear the underlying desire.

“Yeah? What do you have in mind, sir?” You smile as his breath hitches, fingers pausing their ministrations on your skin.

“You know that skirt you wore to Nat and Jake’s? I kept picturing you wearing it with some knee-high socks. You’ve been sent to the principal's office to get punished for your bad behavior. I’d bend you over my desk, flip that little skirt over your hips, and spank you with my ruler ‘til you cry,” you shiver as you picture it.

“You like that?” He asks.

You rise and climb over his lap to straddle him.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll bend you over the desk.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him while grind your hips against his and reach for the vibrator on his nightstand.

You click it on low and he jolts as you brush it across his nipple. His cock twitches under you.

You bring it lower and ghost over his tip. He gasps into your mouth, so you do it again, and again. His hands grip your ass and he guides you over him. He breaks your kiss with a grunt when you press it directly on his frenulum. You lean back and your hips don’t stop as you click the setting higher, whining as you can feel the vibrations in your clit.

Your other hand finds your breast and you tease your nipple, pinching and rolling it as you chase your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at you,” Bradley pants as he watches you come undone over him. Clenching his jaw as the vibrations and sight above him push him closer.

The hand with the vibrator grips him as you rise to position him at your entrance, sinking down as the aftershocks pulse through you. He groans when you touch the vibrator to your clit and tighten around him.

You haven’t even moved yet, but he has to squeeze his eyes closed, unable to watch as you trigger another orgasm by circling the vibrator over your bundle of nerves, your pussy fluttering rhythmically.

You begin to ride him once you’ve caught your breath, setting a quick, relentless pace while you move the vibe between you both; your clit, the base of his shaft. The hand not between your legs rests at the base of his throat for balance, but inches up; fingers opening around the sides of his throat to squeeze gently. He gasps and his eyes open to meet yours.

You smirk as his hands grip your hips and he guides you up and down on him, chasing his orgasm.

You shake your head “Not yet,” and bring the vibe between your legs again, zeroing in on your clit. Your fingers tighten on the sides of his throat as you cum, your pussy trying to milk him.

He bites his lip and his eyes roll back as he fails to stave off his orgasm, gasping as he cums. You release the pressure on his neck but don’t stop riding him as another orgasm is within reach.

“Feels so fucking good Row, but…ahh, toomuchtoomuch,” he babbles as you push him into overstimulation.

You cry out as your orgasm rushes through you, riding out the final aftershocks before leaning down to rest your forehead against his.

He rolls on his side, bringing you with him. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you. I love you.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I love you too.”

A few minutes go by and you can hear him thinking.

“What’s up?”

“Do you want to move in with me? I know it’s only been 3 months, but I dread the mornings I don’t wake up next to you, and the nights my bed is cold and empty. I wanna kiss you before I leave in the mornings and know you’ll be here when I get back. You don’t have to decide now-“

Your heart races as silence him with a kiss. “Yes. I would love to,” you smile, “but we’re using my bed, my back can’t take yours anymore.”

“Deal.”

“I’ll need to talk to Penny. We don’t have a lease or anything but I’ll continue paying rent until she finds someone.”

“I actually talked to her about it a few weeks ago” he says sheepishly, “just letting her know I was going to ask you. One of her bartender's leases at the Hard Deck is up soon and she said she’ll offer it to her, if you accept my offer, of course.”

You smile. “It’s okay. You think of everything. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

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With nothing else planned until the following evening, you and Bradley head to the apartment to talk with Penny and start moving things over.

She beams at you when Bradley tells her you’re moving in with him before he steps outside to take a call.

“I’m sorry if this puts you in a bind, I’ll cover the rent until-“

She cuts you off with a hug. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to Ash later and if it doesn’t work we’ll figure something out. I’m just so happy for you and Bradley,” she pulls back with a sniff.

Bradley comes in a few minutes later, looking tired. “That was Admiral Simpson. Jake, Nat, Bob, and I are being ordered for training on the carrier on the 2nd. Hopefully just a week or two tops.”

You nod. It’s part of the job.

Bob and Sunny come to help get the bigger stuff out and take the rest of the furniture she’d left.

Her ring is even more beautiful in person and she’s glowing with excitement.

The pair helps you get everything moved over and by noon the following day, you’re settled in your new shared home.

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You pair a high-slit dress with heels for the New Year’s Eve party.

“Bradley? Can you zip me up?” You call, placing a few items on the bed for him to see.

“Sure,” he steps out of the bathroom, “Oh, wow,” he murmurs appreciatively, and zips you before giving you with a light swat to your ass.

“Thank you.” You turn to face him, hands going around his waist to squeeze his butt. His cock begins to harden against your stomach.

“See what’s on the bed behind me?” You whisper, nibbling his ear.

“Yeah, lube and a butt plug,” he says, distracted.

“Will you wear it tonight to the party? It’ll keep you on edge and loosen you up for later.”

“Loosen me? For what later?” He asks, still not catching on.

“For when I fuck your ass tonight,” you reply, nipping his lobe before kissing down his neck.

“Fuckkkk,” he shutters, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll wear it tonight.”

“And?” You prompt, needing to hear him say it.

“And…I want you to fuck my ass tonight.” He says quietly.

“Good boy,” you purr, hands undoing his buckle.

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20 minutes later he’s driving you to the Hard Deck for the annual New Year's Eve party. Cheeks still flushed red and a peek at his crotch shows he’s still hard. You open your phone as he slows to a stop for a red light, smirking at what you’re about to do.

“Holy shit!” Bradley jolts and his eyes meet yours.

“Did I forget to tell you it vibrates?”

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You consider sucking him off in the Bronco when you arrive, but Jake and Nat pull into the space next to you.

“Color?” You ask, flipping over the visor to check your lipstick.

He sighs heavily before answering. “Green.”

You look at him to make sure and he’s trying not to smile.

You open your phone and turn the vibrations off for now.

He opens his door and adjusts himself in his pants before coming around to open your door.

“Someone is definitely going to be sent to the principal's office after pulling a stunt like this.” He says lowly as Jake and Nat are waiting for you.

You shiver. “Worth it.”

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The Hard Deck is the busiest you’ve seen it. Bradley takes your hand as he leads you through the crowd to meet Bob and Sunny in the squad’s usual spot. He drops you by Sunny and leaves with Jake to find Bob at the bar for drinks.

You watch as he orders leaning on the bar, and as soon as Penny turns, you turn it on again. He stiffens and his head drops as color rises to his cheeks. You turn it off as Penny brings his order and go back to Sunny and Nat’s conversation.

His arm circles you as he hands you the drink, pulling you back so you can feel what you’re doing to him.

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Conversation flows as easily as the alcohol, though Bradley switches to water around 11 and you follow suit shortly after. You’ve been distracted, so you haven’t been as mean as you could be; only turning it on a few times. The presence of it inside him alone has been enough for him on edge all night.

Before you know it, the whole bar is counting down and you’re in his arms. “3…2…1, Happy New Year!” He leans in for a kiss as you sway to ‘Auld Lang Syne’.

The jukebox turns to a newer upbeat song after and the energy in the bar shifts. Soon, it’s hot and heavy, and Bradley turns you in his arms so your back is pressed to his front. You take the opportunity to open your phone and turn it on before placing the phone back in your dress pocket, not bothering to lock it manually.

He groans gutturally in your ear as he feels the vibration. You bring your arm up and weave it through his hair, your other lacing through his fingers on your hip as you grind your ass against his hardness.

He only makes it through another song before he’s panting in your neck. “Baby I’m gonna end up cumming if you don’t turn it off.”

You nod that you hear him and reach into your pocket, fumbling for your phone with sweaty fingers.

“Row, fuck! You’re turning it up!” He pleads, urgency in his tone.

You finally grab ahold of it, but it’s too late.

“Oh, oh. No—fuck, no! I’m cumming.” He whimpers, completely wrecked. He grinds into your ass and his hands are gripping your hips so tight you won’t be surprised if they bruise. His forehead rests on your shoulder as he catches his breath. You turn it off and see what the problem is—an ad was playing and the screen never locked.

You lead him through the crowd once he catches his breath. As soon as you get out into the cool night air you turn to him, hands on his face.

“Bradley, I’m so sorry, I seriously didn’t mean to do that. My phone didn’t lock and—“You start but he interrupts you with a kiss.

“I know, I figured.” He says, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Not sure I wanna cum in a room full of people again but that was really hot.” He chuckles.

A flood of relief hits you, along with more arousal.

“I agree,” you smile and your hands go around to his cup his cheeks that tense when you “accidentally” nudge the plug. “Now let’s get you home and cleaned up so I can fuck this pretty ass.”

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A/N: I…Why am I like this? 🥴

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[gretavanstink]

Mine

Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

CW. 18+, mild jealousy, possessiveness, hair pulling, choking, oral (female receiving), GENERAL SMUT

Jake rubbed a hand over his chin as he watched you from across the room, completely distracted from the conversation he was having with his brother.

“Hello? Earth to Jacob,” Josh teased, nudging Jake’s side with an elbow.

The pressure on his side snapped him back to reality and he looked back at Josh with a glazed over look.

“Sorry, I got uh…distracted.”

His eyes wandered back to you, drinking in every inch of you. The way your hair spilled down your shoulders, the way your eyes flitted between each of the people you were talking to, the way your chest moved with each breath, the way your skirt barely covered your ass.

Josh snapped his fingers in front of Jake’s face and rolled his eyes, “You’re not even listening!” An exasperated Josh grabbed the cup from Jake’s hand and walked off with it to go get them both another drink, leaving Jake to think of all the things he’d do to you if there wasn’t a room full of people.

Hell he almost thought he’d do them regardless of the people. He’d bend you over the couch and flip your skirt up right there in the living room. He didn’t care, he just needed to have you.

One of the guys in the group you were talking to put a hand on the small of your back as he laughed and Jake tensed up, that familiar possessive feeling gripping him.

That was all it took, such a simple action to make him calmly walk across the room, covertly patting your ass and nodding towards the bathroom, and walk away. He pulled the door almost closed behind him, leaving it open just a crack for you.

You jumped slightly at the light swat from him and your cheeks turned pink. Your eyes followed him as he walked away from you and you chewed the inside of your lip. He’d been watching you all night, you had felt it, his stare was so hot it could burn a hole through you.

“I’ll be back guys. Just gotta…yeah.”

Placing your drink down and turning on your heel, you walked towards the bathroom and pushed the door open to step inside. As you did, Jake’s arm snaked around your waist and he pushed the door closed as he pinned you to it.

“Jake, what are y-”

“Shut up.”

He laced his fingers in your hair and tugged your head back, exposing your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin, goosebumps raising in its wake, as he whispered to you, his voice raspy with lust.

“Whose are you?”

Your thighs quivered and your knees threatened to give way as you exhaled a shaky breath.

“Jake, what has gott-”

“Answer me.” He growled, tugging your hair again, coaxing a whimper from your throat.

“Yours, Jake. I’m yours.”

Satisfied with your answer, he tugged your shirt to the side and pressed his lips to your collarbone, biting you hard enough to be sure he’d leave a mark.

“That’s what I thought.” He said, meeting your eyes and winking. “Just had to make sure you remembered.”

He crashed his lips into yours, your tongues coming together in a frenzied dance as you clutched at each other.

You looped a leg around his waist and he pressed a knee between your legs, the pressure eliciting a quiet moan from you.

The sound lit a fire in Jake and he scooped you up, his hands placed delicately under your ass. He turned around and perched you on the edge of the sink, pushing your legs apart. Your skirt had lifted slightly, revealing the black lace thong you’d worn.

Jake lowered himself to his knees in front of you and pushed your knees further apart, making room for him. He pressed hot kisses up your inner thighs, nipping at your skin every so often.

Every kiss felt electric, every nip felt like a jolt of lightning, making your body jump ever so slightly.

He continued until he reached your pussy, already wet and ready for him.

“Such a mess for me already.” He murmured as he looped a finger in your panties and tugged them to the side. His tongue quickly found your sensitive clit, drawing slow circles that he knew would unravel you even more.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and bit your lip, trying to remain quiet so no one outside heard you.

Jake clasped his lips around your clit and sucked on it gently, slipping a finger into you and curling it just right.

“Jake…please…”

“Please what, darling?” He murmured, looking up at you and continuing to work you with his fingers.

“Don’t stop…I need to cum. Please.” You begged, the absence of his tongue making you whine quietly.

Jake nodded and dove back between your legs, picking up his pace and dragging his tongue flat over your clit. This completely undid you and your body shook as waves of orgasm washed over you.

He lifted his head to watch you, a look of pride on his face, as he slowed his fingers to bring you through it.

“That’s it, baby, let go.”

Once you had come down enough, Jake gently tugged you off the counter and spun you around. He tugged your skirt up around your waist and pushed your panties down, his hands smoothing over your ass.

You heard him undo his belt and then felt him press himself into you.

“Feel that? It’s all because of you.” He rasped, his cock twitching against your ass. “I’ve been watching you all night, my dear. Couldn’t wait to get you alone.”

Jake lined himself up at your entrance and pushed into you, groaning as he felt every inch of your pussy glide over him.

“So perfect and pretty for me.” He mused as he pulled back slowly.

With a rough thrust, he brought a hand down and smacked your ass. He gripped your waist firmly as he fucked you against the sink counter.

You moaned with each thrust, trying to keep your volume down but failing every so often. Jake reached up and placed a hand around your throat, his other hand reaching around to play with your pussy while he fucked you.

“Look up. Wanna watch your face while I ruin you.”

You did as he said, lifting your head so Jake could see you in the mirror. He met your eyes for a moment and winked as he thrusted into you hard, a loud moan threatening to escape you as you clasped a hand over your mouth.

Jake’s rhythm was starting to fall apart as his fingers and cock worked you closer to another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He moaned, his head dipping down to place a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m…I’m close too, Jakey.” You replied, words becoming increasingly more difficult as your orgasm started to take over your brain.

With a moan into your hand, your body started to shake and your pussy tightened around Jake, sending him over the edge with a final thrust into you, his moans muffled into your shoulder.

When you were both finished, you were left panting, slowly coming down together. He slipped out of you and gently cleaned you up before pulling you away from the sink and turning you around in his arms.

“All mine, huh?” He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“All yours, baby.”

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #jake kiszka smut #gvf fanfiction #jake gvf #gvf

[fuckmymunson]

a/n: so, this post forced me to do this... good evening. | 18+ babes!, minors DNI.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Holding a red box, decorated with a big golden bow, you walk to your stepdad’s office, the skimpiest dress you owned hugging your body similar to the possessive embrace of a lover, the white fabric decorated with yellow flowers, the lace on the hems of the dress and the heart-shaped neckline, framing your breasts and pushing them together. A perfect dress for the perfect day. 

“Come in.” You hear his muffled voice across the mahogany door, and you giggle in anticipation at the way his eyes brighten at the sight of you, how his eyes travel across your body without a trace of decency, he loved that dress, he gifted you that dress. As you placed the box on top of his desk, you approached him on the other side, your skirt flowing gracefully with your movements, letting him glimpse your pink pair of underwear that you chose especially for the occasion.

Your hands meet his chest, as your nose brushes his. “Hi, daddy.” His hands are pressed over your hips, dragging you closer and placing you in between his legs. 

“Hello, princess.” He coos at you, kissing your jaw and sliding one hand across your thigh. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks, daddy.” You giggle again, and he coos at you again, loving how polite his baby is. “I got you a gift.”

A thousand butterflies attack your stomach when you see him smile, those pearly white teeth had you spellbound. “A gift? What for, lovely?” His hand creeps north, ghosting at the edge of your underwear, making you squirm in anticipation. 

“Father’s day, of course, daddy.” You pull away for a moment, just to bend over his desk, giving him the perfect view of the adorable curve of your ass, and James can’t help but sigh at the beautiful sight. “I hope you like it.” Handing him the box, you hop just to sit on his desk, your breasts bouncing lightly at the action. James undoes the bow, tossing it aside and carefully unwrapping the gift, careful to not rip it apart, knowing it would break your heart. You watch how his fingers work cautiously, and your gaze fixates on his movements, wishing he was unwrapping you instead, sliding his fingers across your folds, curling them inside you, kissing your lips and calling you a good girl.

He gasps in delight at the red set of lingerie that is presented inside the box, the sheer fabric embroidered with cherries, and next to the set there’s a red tie, the same deep red and also embroidered with cherries and his initials on a golden thread. “Oh, princess, you didn't have to.” He smiles even wider, already picturing how perfect the lingerie set would look on you. 

“So we can match, daddy.” He places the box on his desk again and urges you to sit on his lap, you bite your lip when you feel his cock against your underwear, and your hips roll involuntarily, making you mewl in satisfaction and making James laugh. His hand returns to your thighs, this time he flips over the fabric of your dress, exposing your ass to the room. “Did you like it?”

“Oh, I loved it, princess.” He kisses your lips, your jaw and your neck, stopping at your collarbone. His left hand meets your covered cunt, smirking when he finds the material slightly damped. “Let me reward you for such a wonderful gift.” Moaning against his lips, your cheek is pressed against his and your arms are lazily wrapped around his neck, while you ride his fingers, the sopping sounds of your cunt being rewarded are music to your daddy’s ears. 

He kisses you while you orgasm on his fingers, curling his digits and pushing them deeper inside your puffy, wet pussy. His favourite gift at the end of the day was you, his princess <3.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ik i'm a whore<3.

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[whorekneecentral]

unresolved sexual tension + office sex for sir jenson button as a ceo

you have me eating out the palm of your hand bitch, these are so good -- tw: power imbalance, workplace relations, age gap. 

Time felt like it was running away from you, the day ending a little too quickly. You still had a million things to do when everyone was leaving for the day but your day was no where close to finished. 

The paperwork for the new building project had to be in tomorrow at noon and you were trying to find all of the things you needed to submit in order to be the permit approved. 

A hour, two hours, three hours go by since everyone’s left and you were almost done. The only thing left was Jenson’s signature in a few places and you could drop it off first thing when you get in tomorrow. 

The slack of papers in your arms, heels clicking on the marble tiles as you make your way to the big doors. 

Jenson Button, CEO.

You knocked first, waiting to see if he was still in there but there was no answer so you opened it, walking it to find the office empty. 

This wasn’t the first time you’ve been in his office alone, you often left papers for him to sign or got in to search for things you needed in his filing cabinets. You were the only intern allowed in there; partly because the rest of them were scared of him but you weren’t. 

Sure there was a level of intimidation but Jenson was just.. Jenson. 

His office had massive windows behind his desk, over looking the city below  and you found yourself looking out them after you dropped the papers on his desk, now sitting in his chair. 

You hadn’t heard the door open or him walking in. “What are you doing?” He asks, the voice startling you. 

Spinning around in the chair, you come face to face with your boss. “Mr. Button,  I was, uh, dropping off the permit submission for you. It needs your signature.” 

“And that requires you to sit in my chair?” He eyes you, brows raised. 

You realized you were still sitting and you get up, earning a laugh for him. He walks over, setting the mug on the desk before sitting where you previous were. 

“Where do I need to sign?” He asks and you lean down, close enough that you can smell his cologne. You show him where and he scribbles his signature on the pages before setting the pen down. 

“Is that all?” He asks, looking over at you. 

Your eyes meet his and the two of you are left there, looking at each other. You worked closely with him before, but over time this tension developed. Neither of you acting on it but it was abundantly obvious that it was there. 

“Mhm hm.” 

Your white shirt tucked into the black skirt you had on, despite the rain earlier in the day, it was still fairly warm out. He can’t help but admire your figure as you stand next to him. 

Jenson watches your manicured fingers flip through the papers when you pick them up, making sure he signed everything. “You missed one.” 

“Which one?” Jenson’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. 

You land with an oof, the man catching you off guard. The door was shut, no one was here to see you two so you let yourself sit there for the moment as you show him what needs to be signed. Jenson’s hand slipped between your thighs, resting there. 

“We can’t,” you whisper to him. 

“Why not?” He asks, his chin on your shoulder. 

His hand snaking further up your thighs. His fingers brushed against the lace under your skirt. “Let me take this off you, hm? Want to see how pretty you look.” He says, helping you off his lap. 

The papers shoved to the side of the desk and your skirt in a pile on the floor as you sat on the desk in front of him, legs spread and his face buried between your legs. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue lapped over your clit, his hands pushing your closing thighs apart.

It was taking all of him not to bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream his name but you know, decorum is needed; this was still a workplace.

#jenson button #jenson button smut #jenson button x reader #favs <3

[welcome-to-hawkins]

Okay I’m sharing my nasty thoughts about that van with you if you don’t mind sjsjsj

Hear me out, making out with Eddie in his van and he’s fingering you in your seat but because it’s been a few weeks since that little knight fuck session lmao you forgot about the rule only he definitely hasn’t 👀 so he does everything he can to make you break it and you inevitably do without even realizing what’s happening so you’re a bit confused when instead of kissing you and telling you his "pretty girl did such a good job" he’s just staring and says that "you’re in deep trouble" 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️

No but I’m with you 👀

It started out innocently enough, he’d suggested you watch him and his band rehearse on Saturday.

When he picked you up you shared a quick kiss but nothing more, and when you’d climbed into the seat and he’d leaned across to buckle your seatbelt for you you thought nothing of it.

Except you were wearing that skirt again. That goddamned skirt that made your ass look amazing and made him want to bend you over the nearest surface. And tucked into it was his Hellfire shirt… I mean it really wasn’t fair to expect him to keep his hands to himself.

So when his hand slid across your thigh and started to drift up your skirt, well who would blame him?

Deft fingers worked their way into your panties, curling around the lace and tugging them to the side.

“Eddie, stop! What are you doing, you’re driving!”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even bother to look at you as his fingers dipped between your legs, swiping two fingers through your wetness, dragging them up and spreading it around your clit.

Eddie kept his eyes trained on the road while he touched you, pushing two fingers inside you and curling them. His palm ground against you with every flick of his wrist.

Legs spread, skirt flipped around your waist and head twisted to watch him, you looked obscene.

“Fuck Eds. M’close”

He chuckled darkly, finally turning to you, “come then, pretty girl”.

And with a particularly rough thrust of his fingers against your g-spot, you did. Your moan was loud and high pitched as your arousal soaked his hand and the seat below you.

Before you even had time to recover Eddie had pulled into the side of the road.

You turned to him, cheeks rosy as you came down from the high, and found him staring.

“What are you doing? I can suck you off while you drive, we’re gonna be late if you stop” you preempted his next words with a grin.

“Do you think you deserve my cock right now?” He spat, “since you can’t even follow the only van rule?”

“What? Eddie I don’t…” you didn’t get chance to finish before his hand shot up and was wrapped around your throat, pressing you back against the seat while he looked over you.

“Who?”

“D-daddy” you choke out.

“Good. Now stop acting like a brainless slut and think, what did I say the van rule was?”

His words have your hips rolling up towards him searching for friction, and then a lightbulb goes off, “no getting your seats dirty”.

Your eyes follow his to the sticky wet patch between your legs, smearing across the leather.

“Just couldn’t listen, could ya? Now I’ve got to punish you.” He didn’t sound nearly as upset about that as his words suggested, lips curving upwards into a sadistic smile.

“Now turn round, ass up”.

“But wasn’t my fault! You started touching me and~” again you don’t finish your sentence, this time because he has grabbed your thighs and flipped you on his own, knees pressed against the seat and face pressed against the window.

“Did I ask?” He rips your panties all the way off and flips your skirt up once more, “now shut up and take it”.

You could see the cars speeding past as he groped and kneaded the flesh of your ass. Your soaked pussy clenching around nothing when he finally delivered the first blow.

“One”

The sound of the slap arrived before the pain, settling deep under your skin.

He alternated between your left and right cheek, hard and soft blows as he counted for you. Your ass rippled with each hit as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Fuck baby, look at you. My handprint all over your perfect ass” he groaned, pulling you up to him by your chest. Turning your head toward him he licked a stray tear from your cheek and then, “get on your knees and clean my seats up for me”.

You scrambled down into the footwell, bracing your hands against the seat. He simply watched, eyebrow quirked and nodded for you to continue.

Swallowing you poked your tongue out and traced it along the line of your juices on the leather seat. Your eyes fluttered shut as you worked to clean the wet patch, occasional moans slipping past your lips.

When you’d cleaned most of the slick from the seat, making the wet patch larger with your saliva, you looked up at him expectantly.

“Oh I know you didn’t think you were getting away that easily baby.”

Okay! I need to be stopped 😂

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #munsonsgirlanswers #eddie munson x you #smut

[wild-karrde]

Part 4: The Blitz

Series Master List | Previous Part

A/N: ALRIGHT. HERE IT IS. THE FINAL PART THAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR (I think). I may go back and rewrite the first part to give Gregor a bit more attention, but HERE IT IS. HEED THE WARNINGS. As always, thank you so much to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me!

Pairings: OC Crater x f!Reader, OC Chuckles x f!Reader, Gregor x f!Reader

Fic Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)

Warnings: multiple partners (no cl*necest), dom/sub dynamics, spanking, fingering, rough sex, orgasm denial, anal play, oral sex, PiV sex, marking, anal sex, sex toy use, cum eating, spitting, double penetration, language, confession of feelings, Gregor continuing to get under Bolt's skin

Word Count: 14.5k words

You saunter forward, swaying your hips far more than necessary as you slowly walk back to your office door. You can hear Gregor, Crater, and Chuckles walking behind you, speaking in muted voices to one another. You don’t look backwards, but just the fact that the three of them are following you to your bedroom with the intention of pulling you apart one fiber at a time sends heat shooting through your body. 

You’re about ten yards from your door when warm hands suddenly grab you from behind, squeezing your breasts and ass as Gregor’s throaty chuckle rumbles in your ear. He pulls you closer to him, and you stumble, but he keeps you upright, sucking a mark on your neck. 

“Didn’t think I’d miss this as much as I did, but Maker, I thought about your pussy nearly every night.” 

“Just my pussy?”

“Alright, maybe your ass too.” 

You roll your eyes at him and huff a laugh, but let him guide you towards the door panel. His fingers are playing with the lace of your bra as you struggle to get the door to your office unlocked. 

“Who knew this was what you looked like with your clothes off?” he rasps, and you can feel his eyes roving over you. You stick your ass out slightly, wiggling it enticingly, and that earns you a sharp slap across your backside from him. You brace yourself against the door, biting your lip to stifle a moan as he rubs and squeezes the reddening skin. 

“I thought you two had already fucked,” Chuckles notes, his eyes locked on the mark Gregor’s hand left on your backside. 

“Oh, we did. But you see, Bolts here is impatient,” Gregor teases, twisting the lace of your panties around one finger. “Never made it to a proper bed. First few times, we barely made it to that alley near 79s. Bolts damn near bruised her knees trying to suck my cock in there once. And then, it was just a matter of pulling her dress up enough to fuck her against the wall there with one hand clamped over her mouth. She’s so loud.” 

“You’re one to talk,” you mutter, and he spanks you again.

“Closest we got to a bedroom was a taxi ride back to her place,” Gregor continues, as if you’re not quivering under his palm that’s rubbing your asscheek, “but Bolts here fucked me in the cab before we even got there. Couldn’t even wait, just climbed into my lap and pulled her panties to the side. She stumbled out with my seed still dribbling down her legs when we got to her place, filthy thing. Told me to just fuck off back to the barracks, so I did. Fairly certain we traumatized the droid driving.” He giggles, and somehow, you finally manage to get the door open. 

Gregor pushes you inside, coaxing you towards the desk. You try to bend over it, figuring you know what he wants, but he easily flips you onto your back and leans over you, his arms caging you in. “Lay back, love.” 

You tremble, but obey as he pulls your office chair to the edge of the desk. Reaching down, he twists his fingers in your panties again, yanking them roughly down your legs. You’re positive you hear at least a few seams tear, but they’re more intact than you thought they’d be as he tosses them on the floor. He sits, scooping under your ass and yanking your hips towards him until you can feel his hot breath on your glistening folds. 

He sits down in your chair and glances up at you from between your parted knees, smirking at you. You can’t help but think that he looks as though he’s about to gorge himself on a five-course meal, his tongue grazing his lower lip as he takes you in, his hands resting on the inside of your knees with just enough force to keep them apart. You quiver and clench, and the commando smirks triumphantly at your reaction to him.

“She doesn’t get to cum. Not for a while,” Crater warns, tossing your jumpsuit and boots aside. Chuckles is the last one in, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

“Been dying to taste you, love. Want to see how these lips feel on my tongue,” Gregor rasps, his fingers brushing against your clit. Your hips attempt to jump off the table at the contact, but he grabs you, pinning them in place. You whine. 

“Now, none of that,” he chides before leaning down and biting the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise there. You yelp and try to pull away instinctively, but he’s got you pinned. All you can do is wriggle helplessly. Your eyes dart to Crater, who’s leaning against the doorway watching. There’s no mercy in his gaze. Chuckles’s eyes are wide, his lips parted as he watches Gregor nip you again. 

“FUCK!” you cry out. 

“Language,” Gregor scolds, slapping the inside of your thigh, and you wince again. “Such a filthy mouth all of the time.” 

“She’s not known for her manners,” Crater agrees. 

Gregor hums, and without further commentary, plunges his tongue into your pussy. You wriggle, but he holds you down, eating you out like a man that’s been starved, groaning against your clit. 

“Gods, Gregor. FUCK,” you moan, your back arching off of the desk. Your head dangles over the opposite side, and when you lift it, Gregor’s eyes are watching you intently as he sucks your clit. He’s brutal and rough but every part of your body is craving more, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. You try to keep your face from convulsing in pleasure, but you fail as he plunges his tongue back into you, wriggling the muscle as his nose brushes your clit and causes you to gasp airily. 

“You fucking asshole,” you whine, trying to keep your composure. He bites the inside of your other thigh, leaving yet another bruise and you scream. 

Crater comes around to the other side of the desk, standing over where your head is dangling over the side of the desk. “If you’d like to run your mouth, I can find a different use for it, pretty girl.” Just then, Gregor bites you once more, and you shout again.

“FUCK!”

Crater leans down to speak directly into your ear. 

“Color?”

“G-green,” you stutter out. 

“Good girl.” He straightens, rolling down his pants and letting his cock spring free. Without any preamble, he grips your throat and taps his cock against your chin once, twice, before he feeds it into your mouth. Reaching forward, he grabs one of your hands and places it on his thigh, a silent reminder to tap out if it all becomes too much. 

But you’re just getting started. 

Gregor flicks your clit with his tongue, and you groan around Crater’s cock. He thrusts shallowly past your lips, pressing deeper into your throat with each pass until you’re starting to gag. But he knows to keep going; you’ll tap if you need it. He thrusts lazily into your mouth, and your jaw stretches around him. You know Chuckles is watching you, and something about that makes you twitch and shudder even more. You can’t look at him with the way Crater’s got you pinned, but you can feel Chuck’s eyes on you, and it makes you need him more. The grip on your throat tightens, and Crater keeps going, finally holding himself in the back of your throat. 

“Swallow,” he grits out. You do, and he groans. “There’s a good girl.” Reaching forward, he slides his hand underneath you and unclasps your bra, pulling it off of you. He examines the charm as he backs out of your mouth slightly, just leaving the head of his cock inside your lips. You run your tongue over the head, and he grunts. “This is pretty. See, you can follow directions.” He tosses the bra and pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop. Gregor stills, raising his slicked chin up and looking at Crater. You turn and finally are able to look at Chuckles. His eyes are blown wide with lust, dark as night as he watches you wipe some of the saliva from where it’s dribbled over your cheeks.

“I think that’s enough out here,” Crater comments. “Gregor, Chuckles, go get things set up in the back room. Put the mattress on the floor with the bedrolls. I’m going to stretch out her ass and then we’ll get started.” 

You shiver at the way he talks about you. Gregor wipes his chin on the back of his hand, grinning down at you before he and Chuckles retreat to the back room where your apartment is. Crater turns back to you, gently taking your hands and pulling you to a sitting position on the edge of the desk. He wipes more saliva from your chin tenderly, as if it wasn’t his cock that smeared it there a few moments before. You manage to grin cheekily at him, but he grips your chin between his fingers. 

“I need you to be serious for a moment,” he says quietly, his eyes searching yours. “I’ve spoken with them about the rules, about cleanliness and your boundaries, but I want to make sure you understand that this is going to be intense. You’re going to get exactly what you asked for, but if I see you dropping and you not tapping out, I’m going to call it. Do you understand?” 

You giggle, but the grip on your chin tightens. Crater whispers your name, your real name, and that sobers you. 

“People sometimes misjudge their desires in these scenarios. I trust both of them to not push you, but I need to know you won’t push yourself beyond your limits, Bolts. If you can’t even handle reassuring me right now, then this can’t happen.” 

You notice Chuckles watching the two of you from the doorway, and when you catch his eye, he looks away. Your stomach flutters again, but you obediently meet Crater’s gaze. You appreciate what he’s doing here. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t apprehensive, but your eagerness and want outweigh that by a long shot. You do trust these men, and you want them, but to you, above all, being able to walk away with your relationships intact is what is most important to you. These men have to trust you to do your job, to keep their fighters and transports working, and by extension, their lives safe. If you betray their trust, even in this setting, you know that puts that in peril, and that’s not something you’re willing to do. 

“I understand, Crater. If I feel that I’m being pushed too hard, I’ll tap out. And I trust you to do the same if you see me slipping. You’ve got more experience here, and I trust you to look out for me.” You dip your chin, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb. 

Crater watches you for another moment before pressing a kiss to your forehead. It’s tender, and then you feel him grip your hair, signaling the transition to you. You’re ready for it. 

“Over the desk, pretty girl. Need to get you ready.” 

You quiver with anticipation as you do as you’re told, wiggling your ass playfully at Crater. You hear the rustle of fabric, and he tosses his shirt on the desk next to you before he digs through the same drawer for the lube he used earlier in the day. He taps the plug in your ass, moving it in and out of you slightly. Your cunt was already sopping thanks to Gregor’s tongue, but now, you feel yourself dribbling down your thighs, the cool air hitting the trails across your skin. 

“Messy little thing,” Crater comments as he removes the plug, setting it on the desk next to you. You hear the click of the lube bottle, and suddenly, fingers are prodding at your asshole, slowly easing into you. The past few weeks with Crater have made it easier for you to take him, and soon, he’s adding a third finger, working you open. Your fingernails dig into the wood of the desk, and you watch his shadow on the wall. He straightens, his head dipping down, and you know he has to be looking at how you’re stretched around him. Your cunt clenches around nothing. His fingers slide from you, and the bottle clicks again. 

“Color?” 

“Green.” 

He hums in acknowledgement, and you hear the sound of him slicking his cock behind you. You keep your eyes forward, legs trembling in anticipation. You’re wound so tightly, you jump slightly when one of his hands spreads your ass, and you feel the head of his cock notch at your entrance, slowly easing in. Your back arches and you moan as he carefully thrusts into you, hands finally slipping around to grip your hips as he stretches your insides to accommodate him. He’s careful, letting you thrust back into him when you’re ready for more, and it only takes a few minutes for him to fully sheathe himself in your ass. You’re accustomed to the feel of him now, but you’ll never get used to it. It’s foreign and filthy and you’re desperate for more as he slowly drags himself out of you before sliding home once more. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, voice taut. “You’re going to be so good for us tonight, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you gasp out. “So good. Give you everything.”

Crater’s thrusts are faster now, consistently reaching as deep as he can inside of you with ease. His fingers dig into your hips, and you feel your body jostle with every powerful snap of his hips. Every nerve is screaming for release, and you feel the edge of the desk digging into the front of your thighs. You wonder if Chuckles is watching, knowing he’s going to get to have you as well. The thought makes you clench around Crater, and he spanks you in warning, leaving you keening with the first red handprint of the evening from him. You quiver as he leans over you. 

“Don’t get greedy,” he snarls. “You’ll get plenty of cum tonight, but not before I’m ready.” He pulls out of you abruptly, and you yelp at the sudden emptiness. With his clean hand, he pulls you off the desk roughly by your arm, and quickly guides you to your room. 

The lamp is on in the corner, casting the room in a dim glow. Your mattress and pillows have been moved to the floor, surrounded by the two bedrolls that Crater and Gregor brought with them. Gregor and Chuckles are in the corner, both stripped of their shirts and boots, talking quietly to one another. The conversation ends when Crater drags you inside, and they watch you with a hunger that makes your empty cunt flutter. 

“On your knees,” Crater growls in your ear, shoving you towards the mattress. You fall forward on your hands and knees, panting and glaring at Crater as he turns to address Chuckles and Gregor. “She’s ready. I’m going to clean myself off. Don’t start without me and don’t let her touch herself.” He disappears into the fresher without even looking at you again. 

Gregor whispers something else to Chuckles you can’t hear, and the pilot breaks out into a wicked grin. They stride over to you, circling you as you kneel on the mattress. You raise an eyebrow at Gregor, and he winks at you cheekily. 

“Where do you think you’ll take her first?” Chuckles asks. 

“Oh, I’ve been dreaming about that tight little cunt for weeks,” Gregor snickers. “Think I’ll have a go there first. But I really want to sample the road less traveled.” 

Your face flushes with heat as Chuckles comes to a stop behind you. “If it’s tighter than her pussy, I won’t last long.”

“Well, the plan is to fill her. Think we can all manage to finish in all three holes?” 

You inhale sharply at the thought. 

“Oh, she likes that,” Gregor titters, squatting down next to you, slipping a finger under your chin to force you to meet his eyes. “That what you want, love? I’d bet we could even do more. Fill your belly, your pussy, and your ass. Have you dripping with us.”

You can feel your pulse between your legs, throbbing with every heartbeat. Chuckles comes around to your side, and you see he has his pants rolled down enough to pull his cock out, which he’s stroking languidly. You know it’s already been inside of you, but your mouth waters at the sight. His thumb smears the droplet of precum that shines on the head, and Maker help you, you salivate. Chuckles’s teeth gleam as he grins down at you. 

“Look how desperate she is. You want this, don’t you?”

You meet his gaze, your mouth suddenly bone dry and your tongue heavy. “Yes,” you whisper. 

The sink shuts off in your ‘fresher and Crater emerges, toweling his hands off. You can see the head of his cock tucked into the waistband of his pants, and he smirks as he notices you staring. He strips off his pants, and the other two follow his lead, encircling you once they’re fully bare. Your mouth falls open as you take each of them in. 

Gregor’s toned and lithe like Crater, but he has massive burn scars covering a good portion of his torso and arms. You knew he’d been blown up on Abafar, but you’d never realized just how lucky he was. But what your eyes are most drawn to are his thighs. You’ve ridden them before of course, but somehow they look even thicker without his pants covering them. He grins down at you. 

Chuckles is a little more stocky in build than his brothers. His shoulders are massive, but his tummy is softer, trailing down to thick legs and calves. His torso is also littered with scars, but they seem less jagged and more surgical in nature. You figure that’s where the medics operated on him after his accident, trying to piece him back together. When he turns, you catch sight of his tattoo. He’d told you before that he’d gotten the Headhunter’s flight computer PCB layout tattooed, and you’d always imagined it as a silly thing, but it’s not strictly a schematic. The lines that represent the recognizable traces weave down the left side of his back, but there’s artistry that makes it beautiful. Someone spent time on it, and you briefly wonder which brother crafted it for him. Whereas the others seem confident at being laid bare to you, there’s some hesitance in Chuckles’s eyes, as if he’s afraid of what your opinion of him will be. You smile softly at him, and his shoulders drop slightly. You note a splotchy black mark on his right ass cheek, and you raise an eyebrow. 

“That’s a weird birthmark.”

He shrugs, apparently not feeling the need to elaborate further. You make a mental note to press the issue later.

“Before we begin, remember the rules,” Crater states, bringing you out of your pondering about Chuckles’s body. You feel a buzz of anticipation permeate the air between the four of you, understanding that Crater’s speech is coming just before everything becomes intense and debauched. You appreciate him drawing this imaginary line in the sand for you, but you’re also ready to leap over it. You shift as he turns to address his brothers. “You two, what are your hard no’s?” Gregor has a list ready. Of course he does. Chuckles has to think a bit more, but comes up with some. 

And then Crater turns to you. You recite your list. Crater nods. 

“Color definitions?” 

You rattle those off too. 

“And nonverbal?” 

“Three taps.” You reach out, tapping against Chuckles and Gregor’s thighs in demonstration. Chuck shudders at your touch. Gregor looks as though he’s going to devour you again. 

Crater steps forward. “Go to work then, pretty girl. Get us ready.” His hand comes to rest on the top of your head pushing you towards his cock. You can still smell the soap he just used to vigorously clean himself as you take the head of him between your lips, suckling gently. Gregor guides your left hand to his shaft, and you let him wrap your fingers around him, gripping tightly as he moves your hand in time with his thrusts. You reach with your other hand for Chuckles, and he takes your invitation, quickly moving to fill your other palm. 

Crater’s stare is blazing, setting your skin alight as he thrusts into your mouth. After a few moments, he grips your hair, slowing your bobbing along his length. “Don’t be rude. You can’t neglect your guests, pretty girl.” 

You grin, saliva coating your chin again, and you turn to Chuckles, maintaining eye contact as you run your tongue from his base to his tip before taking him to the back of your throat and swallowing. His hands immediately fly to your hair as his head tips back and he moans. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and his muscles strain, and you hum. His hips jolt, and you gag. He tries to back out, but you push forward until you gag again, opening your throat and lips as you choke yourself on him. He follows your lead, and you feel him throb against your tongue.

And then you turn to Gregor, pumping Crater and Chuckles’s wet cocks as you kiss the head of the commando’s hardened member. He’s in no mood to be teased, gripping your hair roughly. You giggle, but he yanks, and the pain draws a gasp from you, tears leaping to your eyes. He taps his cock against your lips, and when you stick your tongue out to chase it, he smears saliva all over your chin and cheeks with it. 

“Such a sloppy mess,” he rasps. And then he thrusts into your mouth, burying your nose in the curls that halo his base and holding you there. When he finally relents, he pulls you off of him, and you gasp, suddenly able to breathe again. A line of spit connects your lips to his cock, and he chuckles darkly. 

“Filthy girl.”

You alternate between the three of them, letting them take what they want from you as their cocks grow progressively harder. Sweat and saliva dribbles down your chin, but you can’t be bothered to care, more concerned with relaxing your throat and ignoring the ache in your jaw. 

Finally, Gregor grants you a reprieve, pushing you onto your back on the mattress. 

“Missed this pussy,” he rasps, kneeling between your legs. “Going to fill you here first I think.” He taps the head of his cock against your clit before rubbing it through your slick folds and giggling. “You’re still soaked, love. Who knew you loved sucking cock so much?” You roll your eyes, but he ignores you, adjusting you to his liking before tipping forward on one hand and guiding himself into you with the other. It only takes a few shallow thrusts for him to completely bury himself to the hilt in you, and you moan. You’ll never admit it, but you’ve missed the feel of him inside of you.

“Seems Chuckles prepared you to take me, but I’m going to be the first to paint your walls,” he grunts, slowly beginning to drag himself in and out of you. You can’t keep your eyes on him for long though as Crater kneels near your shoulder, pushing your head down to the mattress by your throat. You clench around Gregor as Crater straddles your face. 

The captain of the 28th Wing knows you love it when he fucks your mouth like this, and it seems at least for tonight, he’s not going to make you beg for it. You love him using your tongue and lips, love seeing his abdomen flex as he fucks you without abandon. Something about knowing this is what your pussy sees when he fucks you drives you wild, and he tips his weight forward, sliding his hand behind your head, and he lets himself get lost in you, taking what he wants from your warm, wet tongue and mouth. 

Your eyes dart over to where Chuckles is watching, and you can see he’s absolutely wrecked. He scoots closer and Crater moves forward to give him more room. Chuckles’s mohawk dips out of sight, and you suddenly feel a warm mouth on your breast, sucking gently on your nipple before a tongue flicks it. Your back arches, and a warm, calloused hand clasps your other breast and squeezes. Chuckles gently bites at your tender flesh, leaving the first of the marks he’d promised. 

You want more. 

Gregor moans as you clench around him, and you feel a thumb press against your clit. Your muscles begin to tighten as Gregor nudges you towards the edge, and he giggles when he feels you squeeze him. “Think she’s close, Crate. Has she earned it yet?” 

Crater is sweating as he thrusts into your mouth, grunting with every jerk of his hips. Spit is sliding down your cheeks as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He grips the hair on the top of your head, watching you. 

“You think you’ve earned it after the stunt you pulled with Chuckles?” 

You try to beg and plead, but it comes out garbled around his cock. 

“What was that, pretty girl?” 

Your eyes are watering, and you try again. You know it’s useless, but your cunt begins to tighten from Gregor’s relentless thrusts and circles on your clit. Gregor pulls his hand away when he feels it, and you whine around Crater’s cock, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you dangle on the edge. Chuckles seems to almost redouble his effort on your breasts, and you feel the vibration of him moaning against your skin. 

“I think we all get to cum first, and then she can have it,” Crater decides, and you sob, which only makes him pitch his hips deeper into your throat. You sputter. 

“Fair enough,” Gregor moans. “I’m close as it is. This sweet little pussy is just as soft and warm as I remember.” 

You whine, and Crater lightly taps your cheek. 

“I did tell you to behave. Now, make me cum down your throat, and you’ll be one step closer to getting what you want.”

You increase your efforts on his cock, driving it to the back of your throat and swallowing in the way you know Crater likes. He watches you with parted lips as you bob your head frantically. He eventually lays more of his weight onto your face, thrusting into you harder until you feel his balls begin to tighten against your chin. 

“Almost there, pretty girl. Be good and take it all, yeah?” 

You gurgle around him in acknowledgement, and that’s all it takes. His hips stutter as he fills your throat. He’s salty and warm and familiar, and you wait for him to get off of you, holding his cum in your mouth. He sees what you’re doing. 

“Go ahead and show them then.” He almost sounds proud. 

You meet Gregor’s eyes and open your mouth, showing him the warm, white coating on your tongue. 

Gregor inhales sharply and cums hard. You feel warmth fill your insides, and you squeeze as he pulses again. 

“Fuck, love. S-so good. So fucking hot like that.” It’s the first time you’ve heard him stammer, and you can’t help but grin as he slips from you.

“Swallow,” Crater pants in your ear. You obey, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue as proof of your compliance. 

“Good girl.”   

Chuckles grunts next to you, scooting closer as he jerks his cock wildly. You prop yourself up on your elbows and meet his gaze as he empties himself across your breasts. 

“F-fuck, Bolts.” 

You keep your gaze locked on his as you swipe your finger through his spend, bringing it to your mouth and sucking. His lips fall open, and he repeats the motion, sliding his thumb through the sticky white smear and offering it to you. You take it, moaning around his digit. He’s different from Crater, slightly sweeter somehow. 

You want more of him. 

Rolling over, you gently take his spent cock in your mouth, cleaning it with your tongue. It leaps in response almost immediately, twitching as Chuckles groans. 

“M-maker. So good. Gentle. Good. Oh, fuck.” 

He’s hard again in a matter of minutes. You’d suck him dry if he’d let you, but he has other plans, rolling you onto your knees. 

“Want your ass,” he rasps. 

You drop onto your elbows, glancing over your shoulder as he kneels behind you. You feel some of Gregor’s spend leak out of you, warmth dribbling out of your cunt and down the inside of your thighs. Crater tosses Chuckles the bottle of lube, and you hear the top click open.

“Get her nice and slick,” Crater says softly. You appreciate his direction, although you weren’t particularly concerned. Fingers press into you, coating your asshole, and you bury your head in the crook of your elbow, moaning as Chuckles works you back open. 

“Fuck, she’s so tight. Definitely won’t last long fucking her here.”

You feel the mattress dip, and you glance up to see Gregor kneeling next to you. “I’m taking you there next. Best get me ready.”

“Already?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that a complaint?” he rasps. 

“Just always thought you were more of a one and done,” you snipe. 

He grins, but grips your hair tightly. “You’d know different if you weren’t in such a rush all the time.” You glower as he taps his cock against your cheek, but then you feel Chuckles press into your ass, carefully thrusting in and out, and your mouth falls open. Gregor takes advantage, pressing past your tongue. You glare at him, but can only keep your gaze heated for another second as Chuckles slowly presses into you again. Your eyes roll back into your head, but Gregor keeps your head suspended, driving the head of his cock into your cheek and slapping you lightly. 

“That’s it. Take it all, love.” 

Crater is watching you from the corner, sitting on one of your storage containers as he watches his brothers have you. He’s speaking quietly to Chuckles, but you can’t hear it over the roar of blood in your ears. You think he might be coaching him to let you set the pace, so you eventually thrust back against him slightly, and he follows your lead until he’s buried completely in your ass, loosing a string of curses and praises that all sound muted to you. He begins thrusting in long, gradual strokes, and you can feel his head catching at your entrance every time before he slides back in and his hips meet your ass again. 

“Such a good girl,” Gregor praises, petting your hair as he presses against the back of your throat. “So pretty with two cocks in you. You love this don’t you? Being used like this?” You moan, and Gregor pulls you off of him, grinning as he stares down at you panting. 

“Want to cum in your ass next. Can’t let you get me off too quickly.” 

Your head drops back down to the mattress, and you get lost in the feeling of Chuckles fucking your ass. He increases his pace, leaning further over you until he’s practically mounted you, ramming his hips against you with every thrust.

“Maker, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts in your ear. “I’ll never get enough of this ass, Bolts. I’m going to fuck you as many times as I can tonight. Until you can’t take a step tomorrow without thinking of my cock buried inside of you. Tell me who’s in your ass right now, sweetheart.”

“Y-you are, Chuckles,” you stutter out. 

“That’s right.” You feel him pulse as you stroke his ego. “Say my name again.”

“Ch-Chuckles.” 

“Yeah. You’re mine.”

He’s forward and possessive, and you love it. He’s draped over you, and you can feel his warmth as his tongue traces along your shoulder before he digs his teeth in. You’ve never cum from having only your ass filled, but you’re close right now, teetering on the edge. They’ve wound you up perfectly, tightening the coil, and you worry it might stay like that forever until Chuckles sits up, pulling you against his chest by your arms. He’s fucking into your ass roughly, and you’re sobbing and pleading for release. You’re not sure what you’re saying or if it’s even coherent, but Gregor is staring at you with a smirk that makes you want to sob.

“She’s so pretty when she begs,” Gregor notes. “So polite too. Suddenly knows the word ‘please’.” 

Crater kneels next to you, and you lock eyes with him, desperately trying to form an understandable sentence. “P-p-please, sir. Please let me cum.” You sound pathetic, but you don’t care. Your body is screaming for release, and there’s not a single thing you wouldn’t do to get it. Crater watches you for another few seconds before he slips his fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Cum for us pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear, breath hot against your skin. “And don’t forget to say ‘thank you’.” 

Fireworks explode in your vision and you scream as you topple over the edge. You must clench around Chuckles, because his hips stutter, and he buries himself in your ass, falling forward as he fills you with spurt after spurt of his cum. You’re vaguely aware of him kissing your shoulder right next to the bruise he left as he came, and you whine as he slips from you. 

Hair is pushed out of your face, and hot breath brushes your cheek. 

“Color?” Crater asks quietly. 

“Green,” you pant. “And thank you, sir.” 

He huffs a laugh.  

You shiver as Chuckles’s warmth vanishes, but it’s mere seconds before Gregor takes his place, slotting your thighs between his, parting your asscheeks, and sinking into you with a groan as he drives Chuckles’s spend back out of you.

You lose track of time as they take you again and again. You’re never completely empty, one of them slipping into your mouth as another pants between your legs, pushing the cum of the previous participant out of your swollen cunt or asshole. Sometimes they finish, sometimes they don’t, moving on to sample another part of you. Your skin is slick, although at this point, you can no longer differentiate with what. 

Crater is the same as he always is, carefully monitoring you and commanding as he dictates your pleasure. He’s the one that you have to plead with when your body tightens with an impending orgasm, and he’s the one that always grants your release, either taking it himself or nodding at his brothers to push you over the edge. He grips your throat, whispering praise in your ear as he fucks you, and somehow, it feels different. He’s focused on you, of course, but he’s also taking what he needs, allowing himself to cum whenever he needs to, knowing another cock will take his place. He paints you inside and out, allowing you to clean his cock and his fingers, cleanliness permitting. 

You can’t get enough. 

The first time he fucks your ass in front of his brothers, Crater’s the most possessive you’ve seen him, as if he’s making a point. He adjusts you in the angle he’s found that makes you shatter in the last few weeks, fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you roughly. Gregor and Chuckles kneel in front of you, stroking their cocks as you alternate between the two of them, choking yourself on them with every one of Crater’s brutal thrusts, barely able to breathe between them pressing into your throat and the screams Crater rips from your lungs. 

“Tell them, pretty girl. Tell them who took you here first.” 

He buries his fingers in your hair, pulling until tears trickle from the corner of your eyes. Your head is pulled upwards, forcing you to look at his brothers. You must be a sight, spit dribbling down your chin, sweaty with tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“C-Crater.” 

“Tell them how you begged for it.”

Chuckles strokes his cock faster as he stares down at you. Gregor smirks wickedly. 

“That true, love?” the commando prompts. “Did you beg for the captain to fuck your ass first?”

“Ye-yes,” you stutter out. “Crater fucked my ass first. I-I wanted it. I needed it. W-wanted to feel his cock in my ass. Wanted h-him to claim me.” 

“Tell them who this ass belonged to first.”

“Crater. My ass belonged to C-Crater f-f-first.” 

“Good girl,” the captain praises as he guides your mouth back to Gregor’s cock before redoubling his efforts. You cum screaming around Gregor, and he empties down your throat with a grunt. 

When he’s not fucking you, Crater’s intently watching you and his brothers, making sure that anyone that takes your ass cleans themself off before taking you again, making sure you’re present and eager at all times. You appreciate his careful gaze, but you know you’re far from being ready to stop anything.

Gregor on the other hand is frantic and unrefined, clearly working through whatever the last few months inflicted upon him. He’s rough, gripping you tightly as he uses you, grunting and swearing under his breath. Your cunt is clearly his favorite, and he drives into you with echoing slapping sounds, driving spend back out of you with every thrust. He wants you on your hands and knees or prone most times, wants to mount you and manipulate your body how he needs it, and in spite of the heated words you toss back at him, you’re more than malleable in his grasp. Despite your conflicted relationship, Gregor knows how to make you scream, and he takes advantage of that at every turn until your throat feels raw. 

The commando wants your attention at all times, relishing in how you come undone with him inside you. At one point, he’s got you nearly folded in half on your back, but your gaze drifts to where Chuckles and Crater are talking in hushed voices in the corner. The two of them are speaking too quietly for you to hear, their gazes locked on you as Gregor fucks you. You strain to catch what they’re saying before a strong hand grabs your jaw, squeezing firmly enough to part your lips, turning your head back to meet Gregor’s gaze. 

“Now love, I’m the one fucking you, so I expect your undivided attention. Understood?” 

You’re defiant at first, rolling your eyes until he delivers a searing slap to your clit. You arch your back, yelping as he grips your jaw again. 

“I said, understood?”

“Yes sir,” you whine. 

He laughs, but it’s darker than the trademark hoarse giggle you’ve come to associate with him. “I think I like it when you call me ‘sir’.” 

His fingers dig in to the flesh of your hips, leaving fresh bruises alongside Crater’s fading ones, but more than anything, he loves to spank you while he fucks you. Both of your asscheeks are red and stinging each time he finishes, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t egg him on just a little. Crater watches carefully, seeming to understand what’s going on and frequently checking in on you, cradling your face in his hands as Gregor takes you from behind. You reassure him every time before begging for him to slip his cock into your mouth. He always obliges, praising you for asking so sweetly.

You crave them. And they keep you full. 

And then there’s Chuckles. 

Crater is molten and Gregor’s scalding, but Chuckles is a warmth that envelops you, blooming within you as you press parted lips against his skin, panting his name like a prayer as he takes you. It’s unexpected and yet familiar in ways you’ll never be able to articulate and are pretty sure you’ll never tire of. 

He’s reverential yet impatient, constantly hovering for the next opportunity to slip inside of you, to claim you in whatever way he can. When he slides his cock between your lips, he wants you to go slowly, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks while he stares at you, watching the way your jaw and lips stretch to accommodate him. He strokes your hair, muttering praises, guiding your hand to touch his body. He savors you as if every second is the last one he’ll spend with you, as though you aren’t counting the seconds until the next time he’s inside of you. He’s greedy, laying atop you and grinding into you for as long as he can hold out before he groans and empties into you again, cradling the back of your head. He’s frantic like his brothers, but it’s different, as though he’s making up for lost time that you both didn’t know you’d missed. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t drunk on him, pulling him closer while he’s buried in your cunt, pleading with him not to stop what he’s doing because you’ll never get enough of him. You kiss and suck at every piece of his skin available to you, desperate to have his taste again. He does the same, leaving love bites across your collarbone and on both breasts. You think the sight of those marks spurs him on. For you, it’s his groans and gasps drive you wild, and you find yourself craving them, desperate to hear them fall from his lips, pulled from him by you. 

The second time he empties himself into your pussy, you plead with him to let you clean him again. He obliges, but what remains on his cock isn’t enough for you, and you guide his fingers between your legs, scooping his spend out of you and licking it from his fingertips. His pupils blow wide as he repeats the motion, dragging his fingers through your cum-soaked cunt and watching as your tongue traces his knuckles, cleaning him off. 

“Fuck, Bolts,” he whispers with a gentle veneration that sharply contrasts with your debauched state. When you’re finally sated, he kisses you deeply, tongue tracing yours. He looms over you as you feel your hips being raised with rough hands, Crater you think, slipping back inside of you while Chuckles steals the air from your lungs, his fingers drifting down to play with your clit and draw another moan from you. 

You lose count of the orgasms they pull from you, spiraling higher with each one until they shove you off of the cliff, leaving you a wrung-out, panting mess on your mattress. Your sheets are damp and you know you’ll need to wash them after this, but for the moment, you can’t be bothered to care about the way the fabric sticks to your skin.

“I think she’s ready.” 

You think it’s Crater talking. Hands help raise you to your hands and knees. A straw presses to your lips, and as your vision clears from the haze of your latest orgasm, you see it’s Chuckles. When you finish drinking from the water packet, you kiss his palm. 

“Thank you,” you rasp, mustering a wink. 

“Yeah, she’s ready,” he agrees. His voice is breathy, eager. He’s excited. 

The mattress sinks again as Crater lies on his back, pulling you on top of him so that you’re straddling his hips. He doesn’t even give you time to settle before he pulls you down, impaling you on his cock with a gasp. There’s no resistance at this point in the night, and he bottoms out easily. Your hands fall forward onto his chest, and you realize you’ve never been on top of him before. You clench, grinding on him playfully, but before you can make a snide comment about getting used to this, his hand rockets out, gripping your throat. 

“Don’t get any ideas.” 

You glance over at Chuckles, who’s watching you hungrily, his lip caught between his teeth. He’s already pumping his cock slowly. A hand taps your cheek, and you look back down at Crater as he begins thrusting into you. 

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” His hand slips back down to your throat and squeezes. You clench instinctively, and he smirks. “Good girl.” 

Crater lets you ride him for a while, grinding against him and bouncing on him until sweat slicks your heated skin. You’re closing in on your next orgasm when he grabs your hip, slowing you. You whine as the coil in your gut loosens. 

“I promise it’ll be worth it,” Crater rasps. Reaching up, he pulls you forward onto his chest before speaking over your shoulder. “Go on, Gregor. She wants to be filled. Let’s give our good girl what she wants.” 

You hear a chuckle from behind you as Gregor kneels down, straddling Crater’s legs. He presses against your spine, arching your back and presenting you to him. Crater’s cock twitches inside of you, and he nips at your ear. His voice carries a tinge of a thrill as he whispers to you. 

“Gonna stuff you full, pretty girl. Just like you wanted. We’re going to use you all at once and fill you. Now, be good and relax for Gregor.” 

You feel Gregor massaging more lube into your already slick asshole, pushing some cum back out of you, and you tremble in Crater’s grip as you feel Gregor’s body get closer to you, the heat radiating off of him.

“Color?” Crater whispers.

“Green.” 

He nods at Gregor, and you feel the head of the commando’s cock brush your asshole. You shiver and whine. Crater thrusts up into you slowly to appease you, massaging the back of your neck. You reach around, spreading your ass for Gregor, and he giggles. 

“She’s so desperate to be filled ,” he snickers. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need, love.” 

And then he enters you. Your back arches even more as Gregor works his way inside of you, a centimeter at a time, thrusting gently in and out of your ass. He’s careful and cautious, a far cry from the man that took you roughly for the first half of the night. You’re appreciative and impatient, but you stay still as you’re stretched around them. Crater holds you tightly to his chest, stroking your hair and whispering praise in your ear as you moan. 

“I can feel you taking him. You’re doing so well. Knew you’d be so good for us. Letting us have all of you like this. Such a good girl. So pretty with two cocks in you. Can’t wait to see Chuckles fill your mouth too.” You whine again, and Gregor gasps. 

“Oh, she liked that.” He grips your hip as he pushes himself further in. “That’s what you want isn’t it? To be completely filled? Knew you were filthy the first night you let me fuck you in that alley, but never imagined you’d be like this, Bolts.” 

You clench again, and he spanks you. The grip on your throat returns, and suddenly Crater’s snarling in your ear. 

“Don’t make me regret letting you have our cocks so soon, pretty girl. Otherwise, we can tie you up with that silk rope and really draw this out. Now, are you going to behave?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good.” 

Gregor bottoms out, and you groan loudly, clawing at Crater’s shoulders for purchase, attempting to ground yourself as the pleasure takes hold of your every nerve ending. Crater is holding so still, and you can feel the tension in him as Gregor slowly draws almost completely out of you and then thrusts back in. 

“That good, love?”

“S-so good,” you stammer. 

He does it again, stilling as he buries himself in you. Your breath is coming in short gasps. 

You need more.

Crater fists your hair, pulling your head up so that your foreheads are touching. Your mouth is hanging open as he stares into your eyes. “Are you ready?” he grits out.

“Yes. Please. Please fuck me.”

He thrusts his hips slightly, and your eyes roll back in your head as an inhuman moan escapes you. You’re so full. Every inch of your skin prickles with pleasure. It’s perfection and everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ve never been used like this, had your body pressed between two lovers. You never want it to end as you begin to float, basking in the stretch of your body as it accommodates the two men. 

And then Gregor starts moving. The two of them fall into a slow rhythm, Gregor driving into you as Crater drags himself back out. They cue off of each other, picking up the pace until they’re fucking you hard, your body jostling between the two of them. You prop yourself up on your palms, glancing over your shoulder at the man buried in your ass. A strand of Gregor’s normally slicked hair has come loose, hanging in his eyes as he stares down at where his cock is sliding in and out of you. It’s the most disheveled you’ve ever seen him, and it thrills you to know that you’re the reason. You’re making the commando come undone. 

A groan from the corner of the room catches your attention, and you turn your gaze to where Chuckles is leaning against the wall, pumping his cock in time with Gregor’s thrusts.

“Chuck,” you whisper. It’s a plea, one he’s more than willing to reward. He wastes no time in getting to your side, kneeling next to you. Crater readjusts you so that you’re leaned towards the mohawked pilot, and he buries his hand in your hair as he feeds you his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he rasps. He’s wrecked. You can see it. You try to concentrate on running your tongue along the base of him as the other two thrust into you, but it’s hard. You find you’re getting lost in the constant drag of the three thick cocks in and out of you, but a sharp tug to your hair grounds you. Tears stream down your cheeks as you look up into Chuckles’s eyes. 

“S-so gorgeous like this. So p-perfect. What a sight you are. Taking three cocks. N-never thought… fuck, like that.”

You hum around him, and his hips jolt, sending his cock to the back of your throat. You’re a disheveled mess, but the way Chuckles is looking at you makes you desperate to please him, desperate to be his. You press him into your throat again and gag. You can see him already getting close, a vein in his temple throbbing as he attempts to hold himself off for at least a little longer.

“You gonna let me fill that throat, sweetheart?” he asks. “Gonna swallow all of it for me like a good girl?” 

You choke again as he presses to the back of your throat, but you don’t tap out, and he keeps going. You know you’ll be hoarse tomorrow, but that’s what you wanted. Chuckles begins to fuck your mouth more roughly. 

You love it. You begin to clench, the coil in your gut tightening as you get lost in the sensation of the three men taking their pleasure from you. They use you, exactly as you wanted and hoped. You’ve surrendered to them, entrusting them with your body and being, and they’re taking all that they need while giving you everything you’d ever fantasized about. You’re bliss embodied, pressed between their warmth as they pull you apart and push you towards yet another orgasm. 

Chuckles twitches against your tongue, and you know he won’t be able to hold out much longer. “G-gonna paint that pretty tongue. You ready?” 

You hum against him once more, and he groans, pulling you off of him and tilting your head back. 

“Open your mouth. Open your f-fucking mouth.” 

You do, sticking out your tongue. Chuckles presses the head of his cock against your lower lip, pumping himself frantically. “S-so fu-cking good,” he grunts as he unleashes himself. You feel the hot, sticky warmth hit your tongue, some landing on your upper lip and painting your cheek. Chuckles groans as you keep your mouth open expectantly. With a shaking hand, he drags his thumb across your cheek, catching his stray cum and smearing it on your tongue. 

You keep your mouth open. 

He stares at you before understanding creeps across his face. He leans down close to you, gripping your jaw. You feel his breath stutter against your skin. Crater and Gregor slow, watching the two of you. All you can see is Chuckles as his gaze flicks to your open mouth, and then your eyes, asking for your final permission. 

“Are you mine?” he whispers. 

You nod. 

Chuckles stares into your eyes as he hollows his cheeks and spits directly into your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now swallow.” 

You do. 

And you cum violently. 

Every inch of your body locks down, and you gasp and whine and moan, as wave after wave crashes over you. Your vision goes blurry as tears leak from your eyes, and you shudder and twitch.  You feel Gregor and Crater both groan. Gregor pulls out and comes across your ass, and Crater’s hips stutter as he empties himself inside of you again. You collapse forward onto his chest, curling into a ball and shivering violently. Warm hands cup your face. 

“Bolts?” 

Crater’s voice sounds so far away. You feel fingers tap your cheek gently. Your eyes flutter open, and you find Crater watching you carefully, searching your gaze with concern. Your pulse is beating against the inside of your skull, and you feel hot and freezing at the same time. You’re gathered into arms and cradled. More than one set of hands moves over you, carefully inspecting and pressing. 

“I’m alright,” you rasp. “But I think I’m done for now.”

“Yes, you are,” Crater whispers against your cheek. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” 

“I’m s-sorry. I didn’t ask on the last one. S-snuck up on me,” you stutter. 

“That’s alright,” Crater soothes, his voice gentle and warm. You’re pretty sure his lips are pulling upward in amusement at your apology.

“Did… was it… Bolts…” Chuckles is on your other side, cradling your neck and helping Crater support you. You can see apprehension in his face, worry that he overstepped in those final moments. You grin dopily at him before pulling him down for a kiss. 

“It was perfect,” you whisper. “You were perfect.”

He smiles. 

Crater is quietly watching the two of you, and after a few moments, he leans down to speak quietly to you. “I’m going to give you to Chuckles so we can get you cleaned up. Is that alright?” You nod, and he kisses your forehead before shifting you into Chuckles’s arms. “Hold her and take care of her. I’m going to go get her shower started.”

“I’ll change the sheets while you do that,” Gregor offers. Crater nods. 

Chuckles eases you down, wrapping his arms around you and tucking you against his chest. His heart is thundering, but the steady rhythm soothes you as you tuck yourself closer to him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling deeply in your hair. The tremors wracking your body begin to subside as you’re enveloped in Chuckles’s arms. 

“Easy, Bolts. I’ve got you,” he whispers into your hair. 

“I know,” you murmur. 

You hear Gregor rummaging around in your storage bin until he finds your only other clean set of sheets. The shower hisses on, and after a few minutes, Crater re-emerges. He and Chuckles guide you to the ‘fresher, helping you into the shower. Your shower isn’t large, but somehow the three of you fit into it. Crater supports you as Chuckles carefully cleans every inch of you. They work together to wash your hair, which is matted from the night’s activities, gentle fingers massaging your scalp. They check you over, ensuring you’re not uncomfortable. You reassure them incessantly until some of your snark returns, which earns you another kiss from Chuckles, playful but clearly intended to shut you up. 

When you’re cleaned to their satisfaction, Gregor is waiting with a towel and wraps you in it as you step out on wobbly legs. He dries your hair with another one as Chuckles and Crater flank you, ensuring you stay on your feet. When he’s done, Gregor leans down and kisses your cheek. stroking your face tenderly. You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny you appreciate his gentleness. 

The three of them lead you to your mattress, which they’ve left on the floor. Crater lets Chuckles lay down with you first, pulling you against him before he lies down next to you, snuggling against your back. Gregor has water waiting and helps you drink. Their warmth soothes you, but something’s shifted. Every touch from Crater is hesitant, and it seems as though he’s waiting for Chuckles’s permission. Finally, they make eye contact over your shoulder, and Chuckles nods at his brother. That seems to relax Crater, as if he were worried he was nearing some sort of unseen boundary. Gregor lies on a bedroll at the head of the mattress, and it’s not long before you hear him drop off, snoring softly. Crater’s breathing fans across the skin between your shoulder blades, and it’s not long before that evens out as well, and his arm subconsciously slips around your waist. 

Chuckles is still awake, although you can hear that his heart has slowed to a steady rhythm from where your face is pressed against his chest. You snuggle into the dip of his shoulder, inhaling his scent as you feel him playing with your hair. You think you hear him murmur something to you, but you can’t make out the words before sleep takes you.

—

You wake in the middle of the night to fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and grunts and gasps coming from behind you. In your half-awake state, you glance over your shoulder. You’ve rolled over to face Crater, and Chuckles is lying on his side behind you, rutting against your ass with sweat peppering his brow. His lips are slightly parted as he watches his cock stroke between your ass cheeks. 

“‘M sorry,” he whimpers. “You just… fuck you look so good. I tried to just… I’m sorry.” 

His eyes meet yours, pleading and burning into you in the darkness. 

“What do you need?” you whisper, grinding back into him slightly. He’s so worked up, he moans at the contact, his forehead pressing against the back of your neck. 

“C-can I have your ass?” he begs. “Please let me have it.”

You reach behind you, arching your back and spreading yourself to give him more access in silent concession. Chuckles eagerly takes his cue, cock already slick with lube, and he frantically spreads some on your asshole with his fingers, groaning as they slip inside of you easily. You scoot back against him, and he holds his breath as he presses in, unleashing a low, wanton groan as he bottoms out easily. You’re sore from the night’s activities, but the fullness and the feeling of Chuckles’s warmth behind you, his need, it spurs you on, and you press yourself back into him, spearing yourself on his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect. I can’t believe you let me do this to you. Never going to be able to get this out of my head, Bolts,” he groans, his breath fanning across your skin. 

“Don’t have to,” you pant as he slowly drags himself back out of you. “I’m yours, Chuckles. All of me. Whenever you want.”

“You mean that?” he rasps against your shoulder.  

“Yes.” 

He cradles you in his arms as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, whispering against your skin. 

“I’ve wanted to do this forever. Wanted you so badly, but was always afraid you’d tell me to get kriffed. If I’d known, I’d have taken you home that first night at 79s. I’d have had you a million times by now. Every chance I could.” 

You reach behind you, gripping his hip and pulling him into you, and he interlaces his fingers with yours. He presses closer until he’s able to kiss along the back of your neck and your shoulders, and you arch your spine to give him a better angle. A warm hand grips your knee, and you turn to find Crater pulling your leg over his thigh. 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he whispers to his brother. 

“She’s fuckin’ gorgeous,” Chuckles agrees. “So soft. So fuckin’ soft and warm.” 

“So good for us,” Crater rasps. 

You whimper as his fingers trace your lips before his hands find their way to your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you keen in Chuck’s grasp. 

“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

Your brain is buzzing, completely lost in the way Chuckles feels inside you and the way Crater is looking at you, hungry and interested and wanting. You try to wet your lips, attempting to answer his question, but Chuckles thrusts into you again, and you gasp instead. Crater cups your jaw, watching as your brows furrow in pleasure. His eyes dart over your shoulder, and Chuckles nods at him. Having whatever permission he felt he needed, Crater kisses you. His beard scratches against your skin as his tongue slides past your lips, and you sob as his fingers find your clit. He swallows every moan and gasp, eventually moving along your jaw, sucking marks on your neck where your jumpsuit will cover it. 

Chuckles grips you harder but keeps his pace slow, every ridge of his cock stroking your insides as he buries himself inside of you once more. 

“Do you want Crater to fill you again, sweetheart? You want us both to take you again?” 

All you can manage is a nod. 

Crater nibbles along your collarbone. “Need to hear you ask, Bolts.”

You manage to gasp out a single word. 

“Please.”

Crater pulls your leg further over his hip, and Chuckles adjusts to give him room. You feel fingers drag through your folds before the hot, blunt head of Crater’s cock presses against you. You squirm, trying to drive him into you too. 

“Shhhh easy, pretty girl. Gonna be gentle and go slow.”

“She’s so impatient,” Chuckles teases from behind you. “You just want our cocks that badly, gorgeous?”

“Please,” you beg again, your voice a hoarse whine. 

Crater’s knuckles graze you again as he notches his head at your entrance and presses into you. His eyes flutter closed as he moans, shallowly thrusting into you until he finally buries himself in your heat. 

The two of them fuck you slowly, their hands roaming your body, reverently tracing your skin, playing with your breasts and nipples, readjusting you or holding your legs open. They praise you, worshiping your body with gentle touches and reverent words. 

“So perfect for us,” Crater rasps as his cock slides into you again. “Such a good girl.” 

“Like the Maker created you just for us,” Chuck gasps, sliding his hands around you to palm your breasts. “So good. Never gonna get enough of you. Can I keep you?”

“Yes. I’m yours,” you moan. “All yours.” 

You’re not sure if minutes or hours pass, the only sound in the room being the rustling of the sheets, quiet groans, and whispered words in between shared breaths. Hands pull your face back and forth, angling your lips so that they can both kiss you. They’re both so different. Crater’s passionate, but it’s clear the kiss enhances the sex for him, whereas Chuck seems like he’d be satisfied only kissing you. When his mouth envelops yours, he sometimes forgets to keep moving, and you have to grind back into him to remind him. It’s an awkward angle with him behind you, but you ignore the strain in your neck, desperate to taste him more. The way he moves, the way he holds you, the way he fucks you, it all feels as though he’s trying to convey a message that the two of you have long allowed to go unspoken. 

You hope he understands that everything is reciprocated. 

Your earlier orgasms were quickly built and rushed towards at breakneck speed, but the two pilots seem more concerned with carefully crafting your pleasure this time, grinding into you and finding the angles and touches that pull you closer to the precipice. You reach behind you, burying your fingers in Chuckles’s mohawk as he pants against your skin. Crater presses his forehead to yours as he reaches between you, pressing against your clit. 

“You don’t have to ask for it,” he reassures you. “Tell us what you need. Tell us how to make you cum.” 

You’re close. You’re so close. 

A soft groan breaks the silence from above your head, and you look up, meeting Gregor’s gaze as he watches the three of you, pumping his cock in the dark. His eyes are blown out with lust, and his lips are parted as his eyes find yours. 

“Gregor, come here,” you whisper. 

“You don’t have to, love. I can just watch.”

“I need it. I need you. I’m so close. Please.” 

Crater angles himself away, giving Gregor the room he needs to kneel near your head and offer you his cock. You open your mouth eagerly, taking him between your lips. His hips jerk when you run your tongue across his tip, flicking at his slit before finding the vein that runs along his shaft and tracing that downwards, taking him to the back of your throat. He doesn’t press you, but you need more. You grab Gregor’s thigh and pull him closer so that you can bury his cock in your throat. He cradles your head gently, trying to take some of the strain from your neck, but you couldn’t be less concerned, chasing your high with the three of them buried inside of you. 

It’s so different from the first time the three of them took you together, more gentle and slow, but no less thrilling for you. This time, you’re more aware of the slide and grind and feel of them as they push and pull, the way it feels when the tips of their cocks catch at whatever entrance they’re using. Sweat slicks your skin as you slowly squeeze your lower muscles, drawing a grunt and curse from Crater and Chuckles. 

“Want to see you cum for us, love,” Gregor encourages. “Want to watch you come undone. You’re so beautiful when you do.” 

You release him for a moment, resting your cheek against his thigh as you catch your breath. A line of spit connects your lips to him still, but he tenderly brushes it away. Just then, Chuckles readjusts behind you, and suddenly, he’s hitting the perfect place, and your eyes widen as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

“She loves that. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” Gregor rasps.

“C-couldn’t if I tried,” Chuckles replies. “Cum for us, sweetheart. I’m not going to last.” 

Crater’s nimble fingers find your clit again, and you gasp. 

“G-Gregor,” you plead.

“What do you need?” he asks softly. 

“Touch me. Please.” 

He leans forward, cradling your face and pressing his thumb to your lower lip, rubbing it along your skin until you take it in your mouth and suck on it. You run your tongue over the callouses on his thumb, and somehow between the taste of his skin and the way he’s looking at you, it’s enough. 

You cum with a stuttering moan. Your eyes flutter closed as you release Gregor’s thumb, panting and gasping as your muscles lock down and you shiver. Your head swims as wave after wave washes over you, seemingly unending until you’re left trembling in its wake. 

“Beautiful,” you hear Gregor whisper between punctuated breaths. When you open your eyes, he’s coated his knuckles with his spend. He scoots away from you, and suddenly, Crater’s lips are crashing against yours, and his fingers bury themselves in your hair as his thrusts grow more erratic. 

“I’m close,” he whines. 

In your haze, your hand drifts to his neck, and his eyes snap to meet yours. You freeze for a moment, fearing you’ve made a mistake until he places his hand over yours and gives you a slight nod. The unspoken words are hanging in his gaze. 

Do it.

You squeeze gently against the muscles of his throat. 

“Cum for me,” you whisper. 

And he does, groaning as he empties himself inside of you. 

Chuckles is close behind, bottoming out as he fills your ass one more time. He holds you for a moment before slipping from you, panting against your skin. Gregor’s already kneeling between your legs, cleaning you gently with a warm cloth. 

“I’d try to get you to the shower again, but I don’t think we have enough towels,” he joked. 

“S’ok,” you mumble. “Don’t think I could make it there anyway.” 

Three different sets of lips find yours in the darkness, one bearded, one clean shaven, and one scarred. They each whisper their thanks, and you thank them in return. The words feel insufficient on your tongue. The trust and adoration you feel for each of these men seems overwhelming in the aftermath, and you’re unsure you’ll ever be able to convey to them what it means to you to feel this comfortable with them, to feel this safe. 

You suspect they know, even if you never find the words.  

You’re pulled back into Chuckles’s chest, but this time, Crater doesn’t take the place beside you. Instead, he opts for the bedroll Gregor was sleeping on, offering his place to the commando. 

For once, Gregor seems uncertain, and you have to stifle a giggle and the snarky remark that’s threatening to erupt from you. Instead, you reach for him, and he takes your hand, sinking onto the mattress next to you. 

“Come closer, I don’t bite,” you snicker. 

“I would beg to differ,” he responds, which earns him a playful slap to the chest. 

“You like it.”

“Only in some settings, love.” His teeth flash in the darkness as he gives you another cheeky grin.

You take his hand, placing it around your waist. “We’ve never done this,” you say softly. 

“Never slept together either if memory serves.”

“Well, maybe we should this time.” 

“If you snore, I’m smothering you.”

You roll your eyes. “I might smother you regardless.”

He huffs, but you slip a hand around the back of his head, pulling his face to yours and resting your forehead against his. 

“You know I don’t hate you, right?” 

His eyes soften slightly. “News to me.” 

You grimace. “I don’t like you. A lot of the time. I don’t know why, but you get under my skin, sometimes on purpose I think.”

He shrugs. “Riling you up is one of my favorite pastimes.”

You roll your eyes again before sobering. “But… I do care about you. And want you safe.” You exhale. “And there are times I don’t dislike you. Times outside of when we’re fucking.” 

He smiles, not the cocky grin that he usually has, but a genuine, soft smile. 

“I’m glad. Because I don’t always dislike you either.” 

“It only took a foursome for that to get resolved,” Chuckles mutters from behind you. You reach back and pinch his ass in retaliation. He pulls you closer, grazing his teeth along your neck. “Behave or I’ll leave a mark the suit can’t cover.” 

“Fine,” you concede. “But don’t get used to it.”

—

You wake in the morning to a warm presence next to you. When your eyes flutter open, you find Chuckles sleeping peacefully on his side, his nose brushing yours. His arms are wrapped around you, and he’s snoring softly. You hear bumping around in your ‘fresher along with some off-key muted singing. You smile, recognizing the gravelly, high-pitched tenor as Gregor’s. Crater is nowhere to be found. 

A low hum draws your attention, and you find Chuckles’s warm eyes staring into yours, having awakened with your movement. “Hey,” he whispers. 

“Hey,” you reply. 

He’s searching your eyes, and hesitantly, his hand strokes your cheek. You lean into his touch, and something in his gaze softens. Your heart stutters in your chest. 

“Glad we got your eject fixed,” you whisper. 

“Yeah. Me too,” he replies. “Wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.” 

Your fingers trace a scar that runs down the center of his chest on top of his sternum. “Would… would you do it again?” 

He raises his head to look at you. “With you?” 

“No, with Rog,” you mutter. He reaches down and lightly flicks your cheek, and you giggle. “Of course with me, you fuckin’ mynock. I told you that last night.” 

“I wasn’t sure you meant it or if you just said it in the moment.”

“Of course I want you, Chuckles. I have for about as long as we’ve known each other. But was scared, same as you.” 

He slips his knuckle under your chin, and your mirth fades from the intensity with which he’s looking at you. 

“Bolts, I’ll sleep with you as many times as you let me. But what I’d really like to do is take you to dinner.” 

Heat flushes across your face. You like that thought. But you know it’s impossible.

“Chuck, we can’t. If anyone knew… well, I don’t know what would happen to you, but at a minimum, the other guys might think I pay more attention to your fighter than theirs. Or they’d think you’d get special treatment, or-” 

He cuts you off with a kiss, and you melt into him. 

“Fine. When this is all over then. I’ll take you to dinner when we win the war.” He holds out his little finger. “Pinky swear.” 

You smirk, locking your pinky with his. “Deal.” 

Silence hangs between you for a few minutes as the two of you get lost in each other’s eyes, savoring this moment that’s just between the two of you. To your relief, everything feels the same with him. 

But it’s also undeniably different. And you don’t want to go back. 

He’s thinking hard about something. You can see it in the way the wrinkle between his brows deepens. You snuggle closer. 

“What is it?”

“You… I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to bumble through it. I know I just told you that I want… I want to date you, but it doesn’t… I don’t… it doesn’t just have to be me if you don’t want it to be. I know you and Crater have a thing going, and at this point, I have no idea what is going on with you and Gregor, but I don’t want-” 

It’s your turn to shut him up by pressing your lips to his. He mumbles against your mouth, and you giggle. 

“It’s rude to interrupt,” he scolds when you come up for air. “I lose my train of thought easily.” 

You roll your eyes, but get even closer to him, throwing one leg over his hip. 

“Crater and I aren’t romantic. We’re casual. I would like to still have him involved, and Gregor too if he wants to be, but things with you are… different.”

“Different?” 

“Yeah.”

“How?” He’s hopeful. And it warms and terrifies you at the same time.

Your brain buzzes with static as you flail to find the right words. “I… I want to go to dinner with you. I want to talk with you. I want to sleep next to you. Just sleep. I want to kiss you outside of this bed. When it’s just the two of us in the garage. I want to hear how your day went.” You huff in frustration as what you’re trying to convey continues to elude you. “I know that sounds ten kinds of cheesy.”

He grins. “I like cheesy.” He takes your hand, brushing his lips across your knuckles. “And I like you. I’m not worried about Crater and Gregor still being involved if that’s what you want, and I don’t think they’re threatened by me. And I’d like to see where this goes.” 

You duck your head as heat rushes to your cheeks. “I’d like that too.” 

Your eyes meet again, and something shifts between you. 

You want him. 

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his. He pulls you against him, rolling you underneath him. His knee slots between yours, and you’re already wrapping your legs around his torso, coaxing him into your heat. 

“More? I thought you’d be sore, Bolts.” Despite his half-hearted protest, he ruts against you, his cock already hard as it slips against your core. 

“I am. But I want more, Chuckles. More of you.” You bury your fingers in his mohawk, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him hungrily. He groans into your mouth. “Please,” you whisper against his lips. “Please let me have more with you.”

He huffs a laugh against your skin, his hand finding its way to your thigh as he pushes into you. 

“I’ll give you anything you want, Bolts.” 

Your arms wrap around him, fingers digging into his skin as he eases into you, panting against your cheek. It’s slow and gentle and tender and so different from anything you did yesterday, but this is what you want. 

And you want it with Chuckles. 

He presses his forehead to yours as he bottoms out. The soreness fades to a dull ache, overcome by the feeling of him inside of you, pressing against your walls as he nestles even deeper inside of you somehow. Your lips find his again, and his tongue slides into your mouth as he slowly starts to rock his hips into you. Heat courses through you as your heart flutters. You’re giddy, and you feel like you’d float away if he wasn’t pinning you to the mattress. 

Sex with Chuckles almost feels like a soothing balm after all of the nights you’d spent thinking of him, certain he was out of reach to you. Even though he’s inside of you, you want him closer, want to feel as much of his skin against yours as you can. He cradles your face, studying your every feature as he takes you, taking note of every moan and whine and angle that draws them from you. He’s patient and attentive, exploring you in ways he didn’t have the time to last night. 

“Maker alive, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he pants. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He manages a smirk as sweat trickles from his temple. “Damaged goods.” 

“I prefer the phrase ‘uniquely customized,’” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the scarred corner of his mouth. “I do have one question though.”

He pauses, remaining buried inside of you. “What?”

“That mark on your ass?”

He stifles a sheepish giggle, burying his face in your shoulder and muttering, “Was hoping you’d forgotten about that.”

“I’d like to think I’m going to see a lot more of that mark if we’re sleeping together. It was bound to come up again.”

He thrusts into you gently, and you glare at him for his obvious attempt to distract you. He gives you a pained grin, clearly understanding you won’t be deterred.  

“Fine. My batchmate and I agreed to tattoo each other one night when we were cadets. His name is Two-Pint, and he’s known for his homebrews. They are deadly. Needless to say, we’d had a few. Can’t remember what I asked for, but that’s what I wound up with. It’s anybody’s guess as to what it was supposed to be, and it’s a miracle it didn’t get infected.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So, what do you think it looks like?” 

You burst into laughter. Deep, belly-shaking laughter. 

Chuckles seems surprised for a moment, but soon is giggling as well, burying his face in your neck as he shakes with mirth. He’s still buried inside of you, but somehow, the laughter feels more intimate than anything you’ve ever done with a partner. You wish you could bottle this moment, keeping it for your darkest days. You press your foreheads together as you get lost in each other, kissing one another in between fits of giggles as he occasionally rolls his hips into you. 

“You’re an idiot,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes. 

“As long as I’m your idiot,” he grins back, readjusting his legs and thrusting back into you at an angle that makes you see stars. 

“You two are having entirely too much fun out here,” Gregor snarks, emerging from the ‘fresher with a towel wrapped around his waist. 

“You jealous?” you tease.

“Of you having to hear Chuckles’s jokes all the time? Not on your life,” he replies, retrieving his clothes and beginning to dress. 

“Leaving so soon?”

“Got a briefing.” 

“Not even time for one last quickie?” you tease. 

“As appealing as that sounds, love, I think if I get undressed again, I’ll be tempted to make myself late.” 

“At least have breakfast then,” Crater says from the door. He’s carrying a box in one hand and a small bag in the other. “I went out and got some food. Bolts doesn’t keep much to eat around here.” 

Gregor smiles, plucking a pastry from the box when Crater offers it. “Let’s do this again sometime then.”

“Stay safe,” you call from under Chuckles. 

Gregor hesitates before approaching the mattress and bending down towards you. Chuckles makes room as the commando presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll do my best, but no guarantees. I’ll comm you.”

“No you won’t.”

“I’ll try.” 

You roll your eyes as the commando grabs his bedroll and leaves, tossing one last wink over his shoulder. You can’t help but smile as he disappears out the door.

Crater sets the box on the floor next to you. “I suppose I should get going too. Briefing’s cancelled for today, by the way.”

Chuckles pauses, slipping out of you to roll onto his side as he looks at Crater. You huff indignantly, but he’s too focused on what his captain is telling him. “How’s that work? We leave tomorrow.”

Crater smirks. “Not anymore. Looks like the situation will resolve itself in the next few hours, and our support won’t be needed. The 501st gets to have all the fun today.” He reaches for a pastry that smells like jogan fruit. “So you two relax and enjoy yourselves. Especially since Bolts already had the garage closed to do her inspections today. No one should bother you.” 

“What are you going to do all day then?” you ask. 

He pauses, glancing down at you before he shrugs. “Probably some reports to work on.”

Chuckles wrinkles his nose. “You always get your reports done first.” 

Crater glares at him, but he shakes his head. “Always something to do.”

You both see through him.

“She wants you to stay, Crater,” Chuckles states with a slight tinge of exasperation. You stifle a grin as the pilot continues. “The deal is just that I get to take her out when this is all said and done. She’s explained where you two are at, and I’m not worried about it.” He grins, but Crater just quietly raises a brow, which sobers his brother.  “She trusts you, and you know I do too. So stay if you want.” Chuckles pulls you closer to him. “But if I’ve got a day off, I’m not leaving this room.”

Crater takes a bite of the pastry, chewing slowly as he looks at you for confirmation. You nod. 

“You don’t want things to change? I don’t want to overstep with you two,” he says quietly.

“You aren’t,” you reply, reaching for him. He wraps his hand around yours. “I know it’s different with us, but I still want you, Crate. I’d like it if you stayed.”  

He seems taken aback for a moment, and you suddenly realize why he was so restless in his sleep last night. 

He was worried he was intruding on something. He was going to step back to let us explore this. 

And that’s why you love him. Not in the same way you feel for Chuckles. Not that you love Chuckles…yet. But Crater knows where you stand. And I think he feels the same.  

Predictably, it only takes Crater a few seconds to slip back into his quiet confidence. But you still know that you finally surprised him, and you’ll relish in that moment for a while. He smirks at you. “Well. You did cum last night without permission. And you were pretty mouthy. I suppose we should work out what that will cost you.” 

You feel the tension leave your shoulders as you feign indifference with a shrug. “If you feel the need.” 

Chuckles tugs on one of your nipples, and you gasp, glaring at him without any real heat. “I think I’d like to see how she looks tied up in that silk rope you mentioned. If you think that fits the bill.” 

Crater raises his scarred eyebrow, clearly surprised at how eager his brother is to jump in. Your body is already singing with anticipation as Chuckles peels the covers back off of you. You inhale sharply as you see all of the marks the three of them left on you the night before, but you can also see the two pilots already mapping the places they’re going to mark you next. 

“I suppose that’d be appropriate,” Crater notes, opening the bag he brought with him. “I was going to give these to you as a parting gift, but maybe we’ll try them out today then.” He lifts out a set of binders, a new vibrator, and a gag that makes you clench around nothing. He notes how you dig your teeth into your lip at the sight of the last item. “Does that sound good to you, pretty girl? For Chuckles and I to try some new things with you today?”

“Yes,” you breathe. 

“Yes what?” 

You shiver. “Yes, sir.” 

He smirks. “Better eat some breakfast then, Chuckles. It seems like you’re going to need the energy.” 

The mohawked pilot grins as he crawls down to the end of the mattress, lifting your legs over his shoulders and sinking onto his stomach. You inhale sharply when he presses your legs apart, nuzzling at your clit as he meets your eyes, licking his lips.  

“I’ll get a donut in a minute. There’s something else I’d like to eat first.”

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