#barely smutty and 3k

[hysteria-things]

ON THIN ICE

based off of this & this

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nate gets into a fight during a hockey game, but has an idea to make him feel better.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, fighting, begging kink, p in v, public, spanking, choking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (don’t be silly!), cream pie, overstimulation, dumbification, ROUGHH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 928

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: day TWO of nate week!

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 3K??? I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING OMG❤️❤️

whistles blow from left to right from the referees, hockey players from both teams trying to pull away the two boys fighting in the middle of the rink. one of the two boys is your boyfriend, nate.

during the game, you have noticed nate getting a bit disgruntled with a player on the opposing team. suddenly, they stopped in the middle of the rink to talk. in the blink of an eye, nate pounced on him. something must have ticked him off. bad.

murmurs are heard from around the bleachers, the group of people finally pulling the two boys apart. sadly, nate got the red card.

he throws his stick and helmet in a fit of rage as he sits on the bench. he hunches over, taking off his skates and throwing those somewhere too. the game continues after that brief mishap, but your eyes are still set on nate.

he’s angry, face is red while talking to himself. you watch as he gets up to go outside, and you soon follow him. “nate!” you call out, watching as the boy marches toward his car.

hands in fists, he keeps walking until you finally catch up to him. “nate.” you repeat, grabbing his wrists and turning him around.

the way his jaw clenches looks like it’s about to fall off its hinges. his chest still heaves from anger, his eyes looking into yours. “what happened?” you ask calmly.

“nothing,” he responds with bitterness.

you don’t believe that for shit. “what did he say to you?”

“nothing,” he says with a bit more attitude, but then he exhales because it’s you he’s talking to.

since nobody likes to see their boyfriend mad, you cross your arms and sigh. “what can i do to help?”

his eyebrows raise slightly, a smirk appearing on his face. he nudges his head to the hood of his car. “shut up and bend over.”

you gasp when your upper body slams onto the car, hands getting pinned behind your back. nate thought you were taking too long with his command, so he took matters into his own hands.

heart pounding, he takes off your pants, licking his lips and biting them at the view. you wince, the breeze of the night hitting your bare pussy so suddenly.

taking his thumbs, he spreads your folds to admire it. smiling like a fool knowing he can’t have nor feel it. you belong to nate, and he’s going to make sure everybody fucking knows that.

“nate—” you pout, a hand making contact on your ass cutting your words off. you let out a quiet sob. “s-somebody can see.”

“that’s the fucking point. i want people to see,” he says through gritted teeth, smacking your ass once more. with his unoccupied hand, he unties his uniform shorts and slides them down. his tip just about touches your clit, causing you to buck your hips back. “ah, ah, ah. beg for it.”

“please,” you whisper.

spank.

he didn’t like that.

“please.” you cry out louder. “f-fuck me, please. fuck me like you own me. i want to feel your cock, baby. please… i-i’m all for you.”

he licks his teeth and grins, grabbing onto your throat. “that’s my girl.”

your nails dig into his knuckles when he hammers into you; like he’s taking his anger out. because the stretch was so sudden, pained moans leave your lips. he hums approvingly behind you, watching the way your ass recoils off of his thighs. the slapping noise echoes throughout the dark parking lot.

“nate, fuck!” you yelp, the car rocking along with your body movements. “holy—” you pause, eyes rolling back so hard that you see black. his grip on your neck tightens so he can lift your head to look at your reflection in the window.

your wanton expression only makes him move faster, tears running down your face from the force. he snarls, the guy’s voice bouncing back and forth in his brain.

“is that your girl up there? wonder how much she’ll scream for me if i fucked her, instead.”

you’re moaning nonstop, body twitching and shaking the moment he hits numerous spots inside you. “you want to know what that mother fucker said to me?” he rasps out, pinching your clit that makes you jolt but nod. “he said he wanted to fuck you instead. he can’t do that now, can he? do you know why?”

you moan, dropping your forehead onto the hood while nate fucks you dumb. “oh— oh— oh my god, right there! don’t stop, baby… please.”

clenching, his hand leaves another hit on your ass. “answer me.”

“b-because i’m all yours.” you whimper, clenching around his dick again. “i-i’m cumming! please let me cum!”

“that’s right.” he starts, twitching inside of you as his thrusts get sloppier by the second. “let everybody know whose cock you’re screaming and cumming on.”

sobbing from pleasure, you squeeze your orgasm down his shaft. “i need you to be way louder than that, beautiful. i want him to hear you.”

“nathan! i-it hurts too good.” you cry, tears staining your cheeks.

“going to have you walk back in there with my cum dripping down your thighs. how does that sound?”

you can only nod in response, his hips stopping to fill you up with his cum. if it weren’t for him holding onto you, you would’ve fallen over by now from how weak your legs are.

he pulls out slowly, your eyes fluttering when you feel him ooze out of you. that definitely took the heat off.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[jinkiezzsstuff]

Bully

alastor x gn!imp!reader

this is part one bc i think i wanna do a smutty part two teehee

Summary: You became friends with Charlie by chance and decide to join the hotel to help! However Alastor is a cruel bastard, and you can’t understand why; he’s just such a little bully. He bugged you while drinking one night and you decide, you’d just leave the hotel; charlie will understand, however Alastor won’t let you.

Warnings: Manipulation im pretty sure, insecurity, drinking, mean alastor (kinda), reader is an imp, alastor try’s to get reader drunk not for nefarious reasons, choking, reader gets held down teehee, swearing, i think that’s it? lmk!!

word count: 3K

You gripped your glass at the bar as the red hellion pranced around you happily like the obnoxious deer he was. “Hello little hellborn.” Alastor hummed, you ignored him continuing to stare into space at nothing. “I’m surprised you haven’t left yet, it’s quite the embarrassment to be born in such a place and be as weak as you are.” Sliding in the seat beside you, he magically made a drink appear in front of him. It was some sort of brown liquor, you weren’t sure what kind. Aside from his cruel tone, his body language was relaxed, arms rested against the warm brown oak coloured bar, occasionally you could catch his coat moving at the back, or his ears twitching softly.

You ignored his stupid prodding, it wasn’t anything new, he wasn’t a fan of you and had no problem letting you know. “So my little imp, how is this evening treating you?” Alastor egged on, leaning toward your slumped over figure. Husk was long gone, relieved of his bartending duties at such an hour, meaning you were left to fend off the giant buck yourself. “Good, how’re you little deer?” You snark back, taking a long gulp of your drink.

Alastor didn’t seem to mind, laughing boisterously with his head thrown back. “My my somebodies sour today. I don’t blame you, a pitiful thing like you? i’d be miserable too.” He let out that annoying goose like, ha ha, that he thought was so coy before taking a swig of his drink. You eyed the clock in the corner, and then sent a glare his way. “Do you ever sleep? Leave me be.” The deer brushed you off, not bothering to respond, he just continued to pick up his drink, take a few sips and put it back down.

You’d met many cruel bastards in hell, but Alastor was the cruellest of all. Which was a shocker to your friends back in the greed ring when you told them. You’d had your fair share of violent run ins with men, so when you professed this one man who’d never put his hands on you, was the worst, they couldn’t believe it, snarking that you were simply being sensitive.

But Alastor was observant and coy, he liked to play pretend happy go lucky but he was calculated in his cruelty. He rooted up your insecurities and then he used them against you, like in crowds of people, in stressful situations, just to embarrass you or make you look crazy; he knew how to pull the strings. The worst part is you could identify it, but couldn’t stop it. You knew what he was doing and he was still able to get to you, and you couldn’t lash out because you were just some Imp from greed who compared nothing to human overlords.

“I didn’t take you for a martyr dear.” Sucking in a breath you tried to remain calm, you knew it was only a matter of time before he spoke something stupid again. “Shush.” It was barely an attempt but at the very least you said something passive. “I think you have a little crush on me.” Eyes bulging you snapped your head towards him in disbelief. Sitting tall Alastor smirked smugly, eyeing you from the corner.

“That’s so fucking juvenile! I never have ever showed any amount of interest in you, and you won’t fucking leave me be Alastor!” You shriek, hands curled in front of you gripping at air as you face him. You could feel the blood rushing through your veins as you screamed at him, and your shoulders tensed with the rage coursing through you. Alastor shrugged a single shoulder, flicking his hand, your glass refilled making you attention get momentarily drawn to your cup.

“I am unsure if that’s true dear. You see, I've been observing certain behaviours for quite some time, and i do believe you have quite the soft spot for me. Who wouldn’t though.” Taking a few large gulps from your cup as you listen to him ramble, you finished with an obnoxious ‘ah’ his ears gently flicking. “Like what exactly? Tell me exactly what you ObSeRvEd, big red.” You mocked his voice tilting your head from side to side, briefly he squinted his eyes at you giving you the impression you’d managed to finally get under his skin a bit. Noted.

“You always avoid my gaze, sometimes, oh my, do you stare, let me see-” His nails one by one came down against the wood of the bar, tapping repeatedly. “Not convinced, I do all those things cause i hate you.” Your face was as flat as your tone, no emotion there whatsoever, but Alastor lazily looked over to you his head tilted ever so slightly.

“You cannot have hate without love my dear.” Had there been booze in your mouth you would’ve done a spit take, thankfully though there wasn’t, instead you slammed your fist against the bar cackling manically. “That’s such bullshit!” The exclamation was loud your voice lifted an octave as you laughed. The deer once again waved his hand refilling your glass and sipping at his own. “It’s true little imp. How can you hate something you never liked to begin with?”

Now that stunted you, your laughing ceased as did your insane thrashing around on the barstool. Your face scrunched as you thought through the words he said over and over. He was right, and that’s what was getting you, technically he was right. “Mm, maybe because it’s annoying.” You finally say with a tone that basically said ‘duh’.

“So you know you hate something before you like it, because it’s annoying?” Alastor repeated voice lifting with false intrigued. You nodded drunkenly gulping down more of your poison in a glass. “How did you feel before you established it’s annoying?” Your lip quirked up, you felt confused at that. You shook your head, head falling towards him, neck stretched slightly. “Nothing because he’s always annoying.”

“Who?” You slapped your hand against your face, either Alastor was playing dumb, or he was. It was obvious to you, that he was that ‘it’ you were talking about. Deciding to not even respond you return to your position. Your hand fiddled with the glass as your eyes danced loosely around the back of the bar as you sat in momentary silence. “You’re not even that hot.” You slurred, mentally noting that you were started to get a little drunk, and to slow down a bit.

Alastor chortled his radio sounding out a laugh track with him. “Please dear, I know plenty of sinners who think otherwise.” Rolling your eyes you put your lips to the glass remarking, “go bug them then,” before taking your drink. Alastor kissed his teeth at you, filling up his glass this time and taking a polite swig.

“I’m just trying to keep you company in your time of need.” You groaned in disbelief, watching as he sipped his alcohol watching you from the corner of his eye. “You should go, especially since you have sooo many people desiring your company.” You mock making exaggerated faces as you spoke, your behaviour wasn’t too out of the ordinary as you were a fairly theatrical demon yourself, but not with Alastor. He was only granted the most minimal aspects of your personality so he couldn’t use anything against you.

The demon quirked his brow, spinning the seat he faced you, one arm on the bar still gripping his liquor. “Oh but I do! So many women and men are just throwing themselves at my feet, so many fans of my broadcast. Oh and if i may, some are quite the sight. I might even say some had my eye,” Resting his head on his hand which had released his cup to rest his head, he stared at you through lidded eyes that told you he was teasing you. You again noticed he was trying to poke you, annoy you, but still couldn’t stop the way your teeth grit and your face crunched, hell even your stomach clenched making the warm alcohol crawl up your oesophagus.

Growling you tipped your glass, bottoms up right? You slapped you cup down empty, though it didn’t stay for long before it refilled itself. “Would you stop filling my fucking up?” You snap, following in suit with turning your body towards him. Your knees brushed against eachother as you spun your chair but you barely cared. “Darling, stop drinking it so fast and I won't fill it.” The way he remarked, throwing his free hand around lazily made you want to rip his face off. “I want to leave, that’s why i’m drinking.”

Checking his nails meticulously, the demon ignored you. Tonight wasn’t the night and you could feel the overwhelming emotions start to ripple up from where you pushed them down, like a tsunami. Thankfully no angry tears fell, and you managed to regain your composure by hiding behind your tilted cup, only getting yourself drunker than you already were, or needed to be. “Why do you care to bother me?” You urged jabbing your chest with your finger.

Surprisingly the radio demon was silent, more silent than ever, no ambient radio, no hum nor scoff, just erie silence. You watch his face stay still, eyes stuck forward, with an annoyed sigh you snapped your fingers in front of his face. His eyes darted down soaking in your drunken state, eyes filled with impatience. A different type of smile took over his face, the look he gave you might be even considered flirtatious, but with Alastor you never knew.

“You’re just so fun to annoy, I get such a kick from watching you suffer!” Scowling you face soured as the tsunami of emotions creeped up again. You stood from your seat, barstool screeching like nails on a chalkboard. You without another word marched away leaving the full cup on the bar. You got to your room thankfully without any bother from the red devil. In your hazy state, you haphazardly tossed various belongings you had on the bed. You were so tired of feeling pathetic and small, you wanted to go back to where you somewhat belong. You wished you were strong like Angel, he’s so much stronger for being able to put up with Val, you can’t even put up with Al without running off, and Alastor’s not as bad.

Tears began to fall in self pity as an avalanche of emotion and memories crashed down on you fueling your erratic packing. Walking into the ensuite bathroom you had, you closed the door and sat on the toilet seat, trying to calm your rapid breaths and calm your heart. Your face burnt and your chest felt tight, this was idiotic, you continually chanted to yourself. Taking a final deep breathe you washed your face in an attempt to sober and cover up the tear tracks. When you left the bathroom you gasped stepping back, fear momentarily flooded your system and quickly fizzled out.

There stood Alastor patiently waiting, hands tucked behind his back beside your bed. “What the hell are you doing?” Your tone was harsh as you barreled further into the room nearing him, finger pointed at him ready to prod at his chest. Before you could speak again, or land your finger on him, he speedily gripped your wrist, drawing your attention up. “Oh hush, dear, always so angry. I just came to check on you after you left so abruptly, and then i heard banging and this awful squeaky sound.” The look in his eyes told you that awful squeak must’ve been your sobs.

“Okay great you checked, i’m good, now leave.” Gently you wiggled your wrist from his hold, and moved it from him and then the door. Alastor hummed flatly, turning he slowly waltzed around your bed looking down at the things that were on it, including the suitcases. “No can do dearie, seems you’re trying to make an escape. That’s quite emotionally immature don’t you think?” You slouched over, grunting at him. You simply decided to work around him, he wasn’t going to talk you out of leaving. Unfortunately you were drunkenly set on leaving, and though Charlie would probably be very upset, you knew she had plenty of support here.

Static fizzled ominously from him as you continued to ignore his presence, ignoring his calls to you, or one off comments about your clothing choices, he even began to materialise right in front of where you were headed making you bump into him. Despite all that, you’d just move around him, and not listen to a word he said. You even began to hum as you folded your clothes. “Darling you are being-” You spun from your position hunched over the clothes, bumping past him you intended to go to the bathroom to grab your toiletries unfortunately that small gesture of rudeness was the snap for Alastor.

Antlers growing in size the demon gripped you from behind and tossed you on the free space of bed. You yelped as you were tossed, landing somewhat softly amongst the things on your bed. Gripping your ankle, you were yanked by him to the edge, his hand coming down to wrap itself around your neck. Leaning over you dials in his eyes he statically hissed at you. It was a sight you weren’t used to seeing, he didn’t even show genuine anger when Mimzy led the loan sharks to the hotels door. You didn’t necessarily feel fear staring up at the ballistic looking animal man, but you weren’t comfortable that’s for sure. You’d been in this position before and unless you die, you more than likely will be again.

Still intoxicated you just limply laid there waiting for him to either break your neck, choke you, or set you free. At this point you didn’t care which happened just that he’d hurry it up. “You aren’t leaving the hotel dear, so when i let you up, you’re going to unpack.” Your looked at him with disgust, his antlers coming back to their original size, his claws retracting soothing your aching neck slightly, and his eyes returning from their dial form. “If this is about Charlie, she won’t mind, i won’t even tell her you did it, now get off.” Your voice came out raspy from his tight grasp, but it wasn’t too painful.

“This isn’t about Charlie.” The words came out punctuated and harsh, like part of him didn’t even want to say it. “Then what is this all about, let me go.” You began to wiggle, raising your hips in an attempt to buck him off, but instead he dropped his hips on top of yours weighing you down. “I don’t know,” He grit angrily, his eyes returning to the wide eye dial. “I have no clue what my particular fascination is with you. The worst part is, you’re tight; why don’t I just leave you be?”

Groaning and lulling your head back, you think to yourself that he’s playing some awful trick. “Oh for fuck sakes Alastor cut the shit!” His neck cracked as his head tilted unhealthily to the side, his face inching closer to yours. He watched you closely, the uncertainty evident in your eyes; he doesn’t blame you for being so weary but he hates it. “Oh my, such crude language,” Tutting softly he brought his face directly in front of yours, lips inches away, eyes locked, there was no room for you to run, he had you pinned and cornered.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused at the way he sat across your hips weighing you down, his hand resting against your neck compared to the original squeeze it had, and his other hand splayed right next to your head to keep himself balanced as he hovered over your face, it was an erotic position in your mind. Instinctively your hands went to his chest attempting to keep distance, but he pushed against it, disregarding any boundary that there was. “How could I change that snappy tone, make you stay, and believe me?” His tone was raised with a false sense of curiosity and cluelessness.

With a deep chuckle that could’ve been a demented giggle, Alastor crashed his lips against yours harshly. You squeaked at the contact of his warm lips against yours, and he quickly darted out a pitch forked tongue taking your breath away in one foul swoop. Despite your brain screeching at you to pull away, kick him, do something! You didn’t, you couldn’t, you were loving every second of him.

He smelt oddly like woodchips mixed with expensive cologne, his lips pressed against yours with hard intent but the way they danced against yours was gentle. His smile stayed put, though it was relaxed, his lips were cracked and rough against yours. His hair tickled your forehead, and around your neck his thumb gently caressed back and forth.

Under all the stimulation of just Alastors being, you completely gave in, melting into the mattress. You didn’t even know how tense you were until your muscles relaxed letting Alastor’s body sink further into you. You hummed softly against him trying to stay at the forefront of your mind instead of losing yourself in him, it was too risky at this point.

Alastor pulled away, your lips glistened with wayward saliva, though the kiss wasn’t too long nor too messy, it still was pretty intense. It seemed Alastor kissed you with frustration as motivation. Your eyes were lidded as you stared up at him as he looked down at you in admiration, the first time he’d ever looked at you softly, at least from what you could recall.

“What happened to being a weak imp?” You asked softly, voice wobbly. Chuckling lowly Alastor had what could be described as a fond smile on his face. “You still are,” Your mouth stretched into a flat line as did your eyebrows. “But, you’re a weak imp i feel called to protect. A weak Imp who can be strong if alongside me.” The demon sounded sly and calculated as he spoke but his face and actions contradict his words; they were soft. Alastor removed his hand from your neck gently cupping your cheek and caressing it as he spoke.

You truly couldn’t tell whether or not he was manipulating you or being honest, but the only way to find out, was to chance it.

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[eloquentreverie]

im thinking smutty thoughts abt tipsy lil s.r. after an avengers party (that asgardian mead tho)…needy, affectionate, super sensitive, just can’t keep his hands off you 🤤🤤 maybe a little subby streak showing through when you get home and ride him on the couch 🙈

𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After consuming several shots of Asgardian mead, Steve can't keep his hands off of you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, unprotected p in v sex, steve being a flirty menace ( yes, that's a warning), fluff at the end, little use of y/n

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k+

a/n: Hey! Thank you so much for requesting this. I've been wanting to write more Steve fics. I hope you like this!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Laughter resonated through the air, blending with the clinks of glasses within the walls of The Avenger’s Tower. By tradition, it was Tony Stark who orchestrated these extravagant soirees, yet this time, the honor had befallen Thor. A grand feast adorned the buffet table, showcasing Asgard’s most beloved delicacies, but the centerpiece of it all was an immense pitcher brimming with Asgardian mead.

Remarkably potent, even for a super soldier like him, the alcohol proved to be Bucky’s undoing. After merely three cups, he succumbed to its intoxicating embrace, collapsing right beside Natasha on the couch across from them.

As she surveyed the room, taking in the array of assembled Avengers, Steve’s interjection abruptly interrupted her thoughts.

“Let’s go home, please?” he whispered, his hands roaming over the soft fabric of her dress. Throughout the party, Y/N noticed the mead had affected each person differently. After only two drinks, Steve had become very horny, touching her and kissing her neck.

A small smirk curved on her lips before she turned to face her boyfriend. “Why? I thought you were enjoying the party?” she asked, taking a sip of the mead, allowing the warm sensation to travel down her body as it hit her stomach.

His cheeks heated as his blue eyes stared back at her, and Y/N realized how good he looked in a suit. Even though she did not care for parties or formal affairs, Steve had put much effort into making sure that she looked the part.

Steve’s hand found her waist, bringing her closer to him as he leaned down until their foreheads touched. “We can stay if you’d like.” He whispered, and the smell of liquor on his breath made her smile grow wider.

Her hands traced the outline of the muscles along his chest. She could see how dark the blue irises of his eyes became, dilated by the drink, and she noticed his arousal growing against his slacks.

“Actually,” he said in between kisses on her bare shoulder. “Maybe we should just find a bedroom so I can take you now...”

She chuckled as he nipped lightly at the sensitive flesh beneath her ear, causing a pleasant shudder down her spine. “I think I need to get you home.”

“Sounds great!” He pulled away, grinning from ear-to-ear and placed another kiss upon her lips before guiding her toward the exit with an arm around her waist.

The alcohol had made Steve unusually enthusiastic about leaving the party, especially since this was one of Thor’s infamous shindigs.

However, as soon as they got in the elevator, he found himself pinning her against one of the walls, his tongue hungrily devouring her mouth. It took all of Y/N’s power to pull herself away and push him back.

As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, he grabbed hold of her arm and began dragging her behind him, practically running toward their car.

“Are you forgetting we still have to drive home?” she joked, giggling softly as their footsteps reverberated off the cement and throughout the parking garage.

She unlocked the vehicle with her key fob and before she could open the door; he turned to kiss her once more. His lips pressed passionately against hers, making her almost forget her purpose. Finally pulling away, she laughed loudly, pushing at his broad chest. “Hop in!”

In response, Steve released a long moan as she pushed him harder until he landed on the passenger side. She quickly went around and jumped into the driver’s seat before buckling herself. But before she even managed to start the car, she felt him run his fingers up her bare leg, starting at the top of her thigh and tracing his way toward the hemline of her panties.

She groaned but not in annoyance, and glanced briefly over to Steve, who sat there patiently smiling mischievously as though he’d already guessed correctly what would happen next.

“Just hurry home, will you?” he teased playfully, removing his hand and placing it on his knee. She shot him a mock glare and placed her foot on the accelerator, driving faster than she usually did, careful to stay within the speed limit.

A few minutes later, he placed his palm atop her knee and slowly trailed his touch upwards, sliding beneath the bottom half of her dress while moving along the skin of her thigh. Immediately, goosebumps rose upon her flesh, and her whole body trembled violently despite the fact he had yet to reach anything remotely dangerous.

Her breathing quickened as her heart rate increased dramatically, and she sucked in a shaky breath when she noticed he still continued traveling upward until, finally, he halted.

She clenched her teeth when he ran two fingers gently over the area where her thighs met her pelvis, right above where she desperately needed friction.

When she refused to react, he chuckled lowly, leaning forward so that his lips hovered near her ear, then nibbled at the outer shell before whispering huskily. "You know, you look so good wearing this outfit, but I can't wait to tear it off."

They stopped at a red light. She looked over at him, shooting him another warning glare. “Steve,” she said between breaths. Then she realized it was pointless because he was clearly enjoying torturing her.

“Yes?” He asked innocently, arching an eyebrow, although she suspected he knew exactly what she was going to say. In response, her entire being shook with arousal once more as she tightened her grip around the steering wheel, willing the damned traffic light to change soon.

When it did, she pressed her foot down firmly, her car racing down the highway. All she wanted to do was make it home, but he made that impossible.

She’d been so busy staring at the road that she didn’t notice how his fingers slid past the silky fabric of her panties and into the drenched valley between her legs until she heard him growl, satisfied.

His fingertip brushed lightly across her slit before he drew them back out and slipped the digit inside of her aching core. She gasped loudly, losing all concentration on the task at hand.

Instead, she focused solely on the feeling of his fingers circling around her entrance, spreading the moisture from her pussy as far as possible and coating every inch of her cunt until everything burned deliciously with need.

Steve’s voice broke the silence once again. “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon.”

“S-Steve, you’re gonna make me wreck the car,” she whimpered, and she thought to herself, damn the alcohol. He withdrew completely, pressing down on her clitoris hard enough that it caused another wave of intense pleasure to flow through her body.

He remained silent for the rest of the journey back to their apartment. When she finally parked outside of their building, she let out a deep sigh of relief before grabbing hold of the keys and shoving them into her purse.

Her hands shook as she grasped hold of the bag strap and made haste to get out of the vehicle as quickly as she could. As she stepped onto solid ground, he yanked the keys from her hand before locking the car doors.

She spun around to glare at him as he tossed the keys back inside of her bag before throwing it over his shoulder and wrapping an arm tightly around her waist. His other palm grasped firmly onto hers as they hurried up towards the floor of the complex.

Upon reaching their residence, she nearly slammed the door behind them while he leaned against it. She breathed heavily as she watched him remove his suit jacket, folding it neatly before hanging it over the knob of their closet. Then he proceeded to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, removing his belt before slipping off his shoes.

“Never tease me like that again,” she growled before leaning up and kissing him roughly.

A sly smirk formed on his lips, revealing perfect white teeth. “You loved it, sweetheart, don’t try to lie.”

His words elicited a low moan as she tugged him back down for a searing kiss. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck and into his hair, tugging harshly as she dragged her nails down his chest. He shivered against her touch as he kissed along the exposed flesh of her throat.

“I need you. Badly.” His hands gripped at her hips as he stumbled back near the couch. With one swift movement, he sat down, pulling her down on his lap and straddling him.

Y/N whimpered into the kiss while wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning closer to his firm muscles. She felt his bulge brush against her inner thigh, sending shivers down her spine as she ground her body against his groin.

A groan escaped from his lips when she began thrusting her pelvis into his abdomen, causing her wetness to spread against the front of his pants, making him groan louder in frustration. Suddenly, he pulled away, holding her at arm’s length.

She immediately whined loudly, feeling deprived, but when he brought a single finger to trace her lips, she ceased protesting. She glanced at him curiously, noting how his pupils dilated with lust as he stared deeply into her eyes.

Slowly, he moved both hands to rest atop either side of her ass before squeezing firmly. When she gasped in surprise, he grinned devilishly.

“I need you.” Steve whispered, hands trailing up her sides as if he was trying to memorize every curve and dip. He leaned in to suck a mark upon her jawline, licking a stripe down her neck that sent chills racing up and down her body.

He hummed softly into her ear, enjoying the reaction he’d gotten, continuing his exploration, mapping out every inch of bare flesh he could reach, savoring every little moan that came tumbling from her mouth. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, unable to stop the moans erupting from deep within her chest.

Her body seemed to respond on autopilot, arching itself against him in desperate desire, silently begging him. She slowly reached down to unzip his slacks, and he moaned appreciatively, leaning back, watching her movements intently.

He smiled up at her, looking much happier than he should considering how much mead he’d ingested. The expression on his face warmed her heart, making butterflies flutter in her stomach, even though she tried not to let them overwhelm her.

She bit her bottom lip softly as she slowly tugged down his pants, leaving only his boxer shorts. His erection was extremely noticeable under the soft fabric, and she couldn’t resist palming him gently through the thin material.

“Please,” He whined into her ear, bucking his hips upward against her hand. His head tilted backward, and he sighed softly as her fingers dipped below his waistband and began stroking his thick cock.

She couldn’t believe how smooth and soft it felt in her hand, and how hard he really was underneath all that silkiness. His tip leaked pre-cum, which coated her fingers.

She wrapped her hand around the base of him, twisting her fist slightly as she pumped up and down. His breathing grew labored and his chest heaved erratically. “Ugh, baby, I can’t- please..” Steve moaned, his fingers gripping the edge of the couch cushions.

With another stroke, his whole body spasmed, and a small cry escaped his parted lips. His eyes squeezed shut as his face scrunched together, appearing strained. It appeared he struggled to hold himself back, yet she felt his muscles flex involuntarily every time she stroked him just right.

After several strokes, she let go entirely, much to his disappointment, and crawled up closer until her knees pressed against his legs, bringing their bodies flush against one another.

He opened his eyes lazily and gazed at her adoringly before leaning up to kiss her passionately, his tongue plunging into her mouth and exploring eagerly. She moaned into his mouth before she pushed her panties to the side, positioning his cock at her entrance.

She sank down until he bottomed out. They moaned simultaneously as he filled her completely, stretching her tight walls with his girth. She braced herself on his chest, giving herself leverage to rock her body back and forth.

He gripped her thighs, helping to keep her steady as she rode him. The sensation of his hands rubbing against her heated skin excited her. Each stroke sent tingles throughout her entire being, making goosebumps erupt across her arms.

Steve didn’t know if it was still the mead coursing through his veins or if it was her, but he needed this. He needed her. He needed more, and more, than he currently had.

His arms wrapped around her waist, holding onto her like he was clinging for dear life, and maybe he was. He pulled her tightly against himself, burying his face in her neck as he thrust upward, pumping furiously into her. He groaned into her neck as he licked and sucked at her skin.

His body trembled, straining, as he fought back the urge to release too early. He clenched his jaw, concentrating solely on pleasing her instead of focusing solely on his own pleasure. He loved hearing the sounds she made, gasping for air, mumbling incoherent things. “Steve, baby. Come in me. I need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, thrusting his cock hard against her cunt. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her down as he pumped frantically into her wet heat, chasing after her orgasm. He felt it building within her as well. He could tell by the way her breath caught in her throat every time he plunged deeply into her pussy.

The way her back arched perfectly when he brushed along her sensitive spot. She whimpered, crying out in ecstasy as her muscles tightened, milking him for everything he could possibly give her.

And finally, when she threw her head back and screamed out his name, he let himself cum deep inside of her. He shuddered violently against her chest, filling her completely. He grunted as he emptied his load, coating her inner walls. After riding out his climax, they both collapsed onto each other.

Her forehead rested upon his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as he struggled to regain his normal breathing pattern.

She snuggled close, resting her cheek against his strong shoulders as they both basked in their post-orgasm high. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head affectionately.

After a few moments, he spoke, breaking the silence, “I love you.”

The three words held meaning, yet there was something new about them tonight, as if they had transformed somehow, becoming deeper and fuller than they usually did when spoken in everyday conversations.

She lifted her face to look at him, a smile playing across her lips.

He studied her features closely, noticing how hot and sweaty her skin glistened with the aftermath of sex. He admired how beautiful and angelic she appeared lying upon him, looking down at him with such intense love radiating in her eyes. “What?” She asked curiously.

He cupped her cheek and caressed her tenderly. His expression softened into an affectionate grin that warmed her heart. She could hear the fondness in his voice as he uttered, “You are perfect.”

A soft chuckle escaped her mouth before she nuzzled against his palm lovingly. She turned her attention towards their tangled limbs and whispered, “No...not quite perfect...”

His brows knitted together as he furrowed his brows. “I disagree.”

“Hmmm, care to elaborate?”

He pressed a gentle kiss against her brow, then brushed aside stray strands of hair behind her ear. He gazed upon her face, taking in every detail; his hand trailed down her temple.

“Perfect beauty.” He murmured softly as he stroked his fingers along her jawline, causing Y/N to giggle. She kissed him, allowing herself to be lost in the warmth of his embrace. “I think you’re still drunk on Thor’s mead,” she teased, making Steve chuckle.

“Maybe so,” He admitted before lowering his lips to her ear, brushing the lobe between his teeth and sucking lightly. “But you, my gorgeous girl, are most definitely the definition of perfection.” She sighed softly, melting into his touch as he trailed his fingertips across her back, massaging her tense muscles.

“What if I wasn’t perfect?” She mumbled into his shoulder.

His fingers paused as they stroked over the curve of her ass, pausing as he contemplated her question.

Her body tensed as she felt nervousness rise within her, wondering whether or not he’d truly accept her imperfections.

A low rumble of laughter escaped from deep within his belly before he released her from his grasp and sat upright. He took her hand between his own and gazed deeply into her eyes. “If that were true, I’d still love you,” He stated assuredly before he leaned forward, placing a delicate peck against her lips.

“And no amount of liquor would ever change my feelings towards you, Y/N. Because if perfection is unattainable, then I wouldn’t want it. And neither do I need it, because nothing is worth being without you.”

Y/N sniffled, swallowing back tears, fighting desperately to keep her emotions from pouring out.

Steve cupped her cheeks between his palms before he brushed his thumb softly beneath her eye, wiping away stray droplets.

She inhaled deeply and smiled shakily, “I love you so much,” Her voice cracked as she spoke, but he didn’t seem to mind, returning her warm gaze with one of equal affection.

She rested her forehead against his, inhaling his scent and savoring the closeness. The room filled with the aroma of musk and sex, which she found comforting despite the fact that it reminded her how filthy they’d become.

Steve ran his thumb across her lips tenderly before he captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply, tasting her sweetness on his tongue. She moaned softly into his embrace, tangling her fingers in his hair as she pulled him closer, letting him engulf her entirely.

His tongue explored her cavern thoroughly while his hands traveled down her torso, resting at her hips, feeling the outline of her curves beneath her dress.

When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers before whispering hoarsely, “Let’s clean up and get ready for bed.”

She nodded in agreement, and with his help, she managed to stand up on wobbly legs, stumbling towards the bathroom. He chuckled lightly and steadied her, holding her firmly by the waist as he guided her towards their bedroom. She collapsed upon the bed, exhausted, barely registering when he disappeared into the bathroom, returning several minutes later with a damp towel in his hand.

He crawled onto the bed, straddling her body as he wiped away the remnants of their passion.

She lay motionless, allowing him to clean her thoroughly before tossing the towel aside and pulling back the comforter. He scooped her up in his arms and placed her gently under the covers, snuggling beside her.

She gazed up at him adoringly, admiring how his blonde locks fell across his forehead, framing his face perfectly. He smiled sweetly at her before leaning down to kiss her forehead tenderly.

As her eyelids grew heavy and she felt sleep creeping in, she whispered softly, “I love you.”

He smiled back at her, his blue eyes sparkling brightly. “I love you too, baby.” He whispered back, stroking her hair lovingly.

Y/N sighed in contentment as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of Steve’s arms, the feeling of his body pressed against hers, making her feel safe and loved. She smiled softly as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, her heart fluttering with happiness.

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[to-thelakes]

I think Luke is low-key a little possessive. Not in like a jealous you can't talk to anyone way but like marking you up and wanting you to tell him you're his during sex. He also enjoys seeing you in his clothes

yours

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke wants to give you all the pleasure he can but maybe he gives a little too much

warnings; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+, smut, pure smut, breeding kink (if you squint), overstimulation (so much overstimulation), a lot of talk of fluids, reader squirts once, luke marks reader up, hurt/comfort but not really hurt (reader is just overstimulated and pleasure drunk), little bit of crying because of said overstimulation, just really horny, dom!luke, sub!reader

notes; i feel like the actual fic may have veered away from the ask a bit but i kind of took luke being possessive and fucking ran with it, like RAN with it, uhm, yeah, a 3k one-shot of just luke and reader being horny, i've shared like horny one-shots before but this feels like a new level so uhm, i hope you enjoy and any feedback is helpful since i literally never share my smutty writings!

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Luke’s arms were caging you in as he slowly thrusted into you. He had already pulled two or three orgasms from just slowly fucking into you and your mind was drunk on pleasure. He was kissing you as you moaned and whined into his mouth. His tongue licking into your mouth as your nails dug into his chest, scratching at his tanned skin. Every sensation was maddening.

And then his lips slipped from yours and down to your neck. He nipped at your skin and you threw your head back, giving him access to every inch of skin on your throat. He had already left hickeys that you knew weren’t gonna fade for days but you really didn’t care. You loved when he marked you up. You also knew that he loved doing it.

“My pretty carina,” He mumbled against your throat and you whined. His thrusts were still slow, dragging everything out as you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt like you were being slowly torn apart and it was like nothing you’d ever experienced, even with him. He had come back from a case desperate and needy and he hadn’t even cum yet. Instead, he was trying to draw as many orgasms from you as he could.

“Luke,” You whined, feeling the familiar pressure in your gut. Your walls contracted around him and he groaned against your neck. His head fell forward, his forehead resting against your throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. You were whining and kneening, digging your fingers into any part of him that you could, “Oh God,” You moaned as your back arched. He was desperately trying to hold back blowing his load as his teeth sunk into your neck. The way you felt around him only made it harder to control and everything shunted forward as you gushed around him. It was dripping down your ass and thighs, coating every part of you in sticky slick. But Luke didn’t let up.

“Luke,” You whined, throwing your head back as he continued his slow, even thrusts. Your walls were so sensitive and your legs were shaking, “Please,” You continued, not even entirely sure what you were begging for. Luke smirked against your skin before he lifted his head up so he could look at you. He rested his hand against your cheek as he continued his measured thrusts.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, somehow still put together despite everything. Your cunt was wet, warm and he was slipping in and out so easily. You didn’t understand how he was able to hold on for this long. You felt your sanity beginning to slip as he continued to thrust into you, your mind so drunk on pleasure that you couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t even respond to his question which made him smirk, “Am I making you feel good?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone. You tried desperately to nod, moaning as he adjusted his hips to get a better angle. His cock hit your cervix with every thrust and you could barely think straight, “Who’s making you feel good?” He continued as he rested his forehead against yours. Your breaths were mingling as you whined and keened, chest pressed against his as your fingers moved to drag down his chest.

“You, you are,” You moaned out as he shoved into you particularly harshly. Your eyes fell closed as you dug your nails into his back, “Just you, only you, oh God, Luke,” You devolved into mindlessly whining and panting as you felt another orgasm already begin to make itself known. Your walls were contracting around him and he squeezed his eyes shut again. It was getting harder and harder to hold himself back.

“Am I gonna make you cum again? Cum for me, baby.” His voice was in your ear and it sent you over the edge. Your nails dug into his back, leaving crescent shaped marks on his shoulders as you gushed around him. Your legs were shaking, wrapped around his waist as you convulsed, desperately trying to work through the orgasm but it was getting harder. Especially when he was still slowly thrusting into you, your walls were so oversensitive, you felt like you were losing your mind. Eyes squeezed shut, panting, whining and your back arched while your nails dug into his back. It was probably painful but he made no indication that it bothered him as your head was thrown back. It was impossible to even think.

And he was still thrusting into you. Every single one sent pleasure tickling up your spine and it was toeing the fine line between pleasure and pain and you could feel yourself slipping away. You weren’t even sure how long he had been thrusting into you and you knew that you were whining and moaning his name but you weren’t sure what you were saying. You were babbling as he continued to suck hickeys into your neck and mumble about how you were his and only his. It was maddening.

“Fuck,” Luke whined, goddamn whined against your throat as he felt your tightening around him again. You were panting, breathless and dazed as you felt yourself cumming again. Tears were dripping down your face, your pleasure-addled mind completely lost in itself as he thrusted again and again. But it was getting too much and he abruptly pulled out just as you came.

You squirted, goddamn squirted but without his cock to squeeze around, you had nothing to latch onto. You damn near sobbed as you clawed at his back, trying to work through your orgasm without anything. Luke was panting against your throat, hands digging into the mattress as he tried to calm himself down.

“Luke,” You whined, your orgasm finally having passed and your hand lazily moved to tug at his hair. Every movement was sluggish and slow and your grip was weak but he lifted his head up anyway. Your eyes were barely able to focus on him, tears of pleasure still streaming down your face as you tried to tug him to you, “Please, cum in me, please,” You begged. You rested your forehead against his, pressing soft kisses to his lips between whimpers of ‘please’. Luke’s eyes fell closed as his hand moved to cup your jaw.

“You want me to fill you up?” He asked. You nodded your head as you tugged at his hair with a weak grip. “Please, I’m yours. Want you to show me how much you love me. Want you. Just you, please. Please, I need to feel it,” You were begging breathlessly, not even entirely sure what you were saying. It was just endless babble as you told him that you belonged to him and that you needed him. Luke groaned against your lips before he looked down to line himself back up before he slipped in. You let out a high-pitched whine. Your walls were so sensitive but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to cum, you needed him to.

“Tell me who you belong to,” He whispered against your lips as he began to fuck into you again. His thrusts started off slow and he watched your mouth fall open. Your body gave in to him again as your legs fell from around his waist.

“You, just you. Always belonged to you, Luke,” You rambled. It was almost like a mantra, a chant and you couldn’t think of saying anything else. His name was the only thing your pleasure-addled mind could come out with and his thrusts began to speed up. It wasn’t slow anymore, it was rough and you were being fucked back into the headboard as you whined. Your head was thrown back and his lips attached to your collarbones, biting and sucking at the skin between his groans and pants. Your walls were squeezing around him involuntarily as he thrusted harder and faster, chasing his orgasm. They became less rhythmic and you knew he was going to cum.

“Please, wanna feel you,” You begged as he moved, “I belong to you. Wanna feel you dripping inside me all day.” Luke moaned against your chest, your words making his hips stutter before he buried into you and painted your walls white with his cum. He panted against your collarbone as he thrusted once or twice more before he settled against you. His dick was still buried in you as he collapsed against your body.

His head rested above your heart and he could hear how fast it was beating as he panted, desperately trying to get his breath back.

“Fuck, Luke,” You mumbled softly. He chuckled, his chest rumbling and you whined softly, feeling his dick change positions inside of you, “I can’t- I can’t take anymore,” You muttered after a moment. Your voice was so quiet and fragile. Luke understood what you meant and though he felt boneless from his own orgasm, he lifted up enough to support himself.

“Just breathe, I’m gonna pull out,” He warned you. One hand rested against your face as he slowly pulled his softening dick from you. You whined at the loss, your eyes squeezing shut to prevent tears from falling before you pressed your thighs together. The sticky wetness of your cunt and thighs was something that you were both incredibly familiar with and it made Luke pout when you closed your legs.

“Give me a- give me a minute,” You mumbled, voice cracking. Luke nodded and he moved up so that he was cupping your face.

“It’s okay,” He whispered softly against your lips. You hummed out in response before you let out a ragged breath, “You did so well. You were perfect,” He added. Your shoulders sagged at the praise, the feelings of euphoria somehow becoming even better with his soft praise. His lips moved to kiss your forehead, “You need to get cleaned up though,” He reminded. You whined and shook your head side-to-side, thinking about how overstimulating it would be on your poor abused cunt. You didn’t even want to think about it.

“No, no, no. Let me just. I wanna stay here, let me stay here,” You begged, hands moving to cover your face as the tears began to blur your vision all over again. The very thought of getting out of bed made you want to start crying. Your emotions were all out of whack after the mind-blowing number of orgasms that he had given you. You could feel the lump forming in your throat at even the thought of anything touching your cunt right now.

“Hey, hey,” Luke’s voice softened as he took a gentle hold of your wrist. He had never seen you so emotionally wrecked from him fucking you. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. It twinged at his gut but he did his best to ignore it so he could take care of you, “I’m right here. Baby, look at me.” His voice was so soft yet commanding. It was hard not to listen to him as you forced your eyes open and let him take your wrists away. Tears were blurring your vision and a few of them began to fall as he admired you with such love, “What’s wrong?” He asked. You let out a choked sob at his question and your hands moved to tug at his neck, wanting to hold him.

“Too sensitive, don’t, can’t touch it,” You rambled. Luke let you drag him into a hug, letting you hold his hand as he did his best to keep any pressure off your lower half.

“Okay, what about a bath? Nobody has to touch it,” He suggested from where you had forced him onto your chest. You nodded and he smiled softly. He took a hold of your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before he moved to sit up on his knees, “I’ll run a bath. Just stay here,” He said. You nodded but your lip was quivering. It was clear that you didn’t want him to leave but he knew that he needed to get you both cleaned up in whatever way he could. His own thighs and dick were covered in your slick and as much as he loved the feeling, he also knew that he needed to clean it up at some point.

Once Luke had disappeared into the bathroom, you curled up on your side. Your cunt was still so sensitive and the only way you could stop feeling the twinge was by relaxing your thighs. It took everything in you to concentrate on that so your emotions were going haywire.

You wanted Luke back with you in bed, you needed his touch and even though he was only the room over, you began to cry. It was soft at first, little hiccuping sobs before they got louder. You needed to be with Luke and so, you pushed yourself off the bed.

Your legs were shaky, like jelly, from the way he’d fucked you and you were barely able to keep yourself upright but you used the dresser and the walls of your bedroom to get to the ensuite. You were still sobbing, they were soft but ugly noises as you pushed the door open. Luke’s head snapped up and his face broke into a frown when he saw your disheveled state.

“What, what happened? Are you okay?” He asked quickly. You stumbled over to him before wrapping your arms around him.

“Just needed you,” You managed between soft hiccuping sobs. He was still frowning as he wrapped you up in a hug. He had never seen you like this after sex. It honestly terrified him and the guilt was wrapping him up. You were sobbing, covered in marks and he knew that you liked it. He knew that it didn’t bother you and you would have used the safe word if something went too far that you didn’t like but you hadn’t. He didn’t know what to think.

“Did I hurt you?” Luke asked as he wrapped you up in his arms. You shook your head.

“Felt so good,” You mumbled between hiccups. His hand ran soothing circles across your back and it was calming the tears down, “Felt so good but wanted to be with you. I didn’t want to be without you. Just needed your arms around me.” You were rambling, your emotions really were haywire. Luke didn’t know what to think and so he just caressed your hair and rubbed your back until your sobs had subsided.

The bath was also drawn and so he switched the taps off before he let you towards it. He insisted that you get in first and so, you slipped into the water. It was warm and you instantly felt so much better. It soothed your frayed nerves but when you looked at Luke, he seemed hesitant to join you. His mouth was set into a frown.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly. Your eyes were still red and puffy and your cheeks were tear-streaked but Luke made you feel better. He had made everything so much better. You reached out for his hand but he seemed hesitant to touch it, “Please, get in the bath,” You mumbled, feeling your eyes get teary again. You were beginning to think that you had done something wrong and the terror gripped you, “Please,” Your voice cracked. Luke was quick to kneel down on the bathroom floor so he was on the same level as you. His hand held you.

“Did I cross a line?” He asked, voice serious. You shook your head. Your mind was so scrambled but that was one thing you were sure of, “I need words.” Your head fell forward and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I would have said something. You didn’t, you didn’t cross a line. Please, I want you here. Please,” You were practically begging for him and even if you were still an emotional wreck, he noted that it was the most put together you had sounded since he had cum.

With a reluctant nod of his head, he got up to his feet and slipped into the bath behind you. Within seconds, you had curled up on his chest and you rested your head against his pec. You were just glad that he was here.

The two of you stayed in the bath until the water was cold, sitting in comfortable silence apart from when you mumbled to each other about cleaning up. Luke had done his best to be gentle as he washed your thighs and your cunt was less sensitive which meant he was able to gently wipe across it. Your clit twitched but otherwise, you felt fine.

You were then able to turn your attention to him and as you came back from the emotional wreck that Luke’s fucking had made you, you cleaned him up. You started with his thighs before you spread water across his chest and arms. You kissed his face, showing him all that love that he wanted and as the bath went on, the rigidness of his shoulders began to relax.

Once you had both gotten out, he seemed to have fully relaxed again. You were also feeling more sober and sane than you had all night. Luke helped you dry off and then he gave you his shirt to wear to bed. You didn’t argue, you never would. You loved his shirts and when you slipped it on, you felt at ease. Luke also loved to see you in his shirts. It made him grin and when you looked at him with those adoring features, he couldn’t help the smile that overtook him.

The two of you slipped into bed after Luke changed the sheets and when you were safely snuggled up to him, he broached the question again. It was clear that Luke was a little surprised by just how fucked out you had been and when he asked if what he did was okay, you once again reassured him that you loved it. 

You also confessed that you had never felt so turned on and he had pulled more orgasms from you than any man ever had. That did boost Luke’s ego a little but he was still concerned. You had been so emotional and you told him that you were only crying because you missed him and wanted to hug him. You reassured him over and over again that you had never been in pain and even let it slip that you wouldn’t mind him doing that again.

That was probably what surprised Luke the most. Considering how sensitive and upset you had been and how desperate you were for nobody to touch your cunt, you wanted to feel it again. That’s what finally soothed Luke’s guilty conscience. It was the way that you smirked over it, giggling to yourself at the thought of him fucking you like that again.

“I hope it wasn’t a one time thing,” You muttered as you traced shapes across his abdomen. You were tracing stars and squares and triangles and swirly patterns, trying not to think too much about how good it felt. If you thought too much, you’d be wet again and you’d wanna beg Luke to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight again. But considering how freaked out it made Luke, you didn’t want to put him through that again. Not until he was ready, “You can do that again whenever you want,” You added, “But if you never want to do it again, I understand.” Luke’s hand moved to your chin and he lifted up your jaw. “If you want me to do it again, I’m more than happy but not tonight,” He responded before he pressed a soft, slow, long kiss to your lips. He pulled back and you whined softly, wishing that maybe it could have lasted longer.

“Maybe not tonight,” You muttered. He hummed out in response before pressing a kiss to your temple and settling back into bed. You were exhausted, it was beginning to seep back in and the conversation continued until you fell asleep curled against his side.

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Frogger Pt 2 (Peter Maximoff X Reader)

Summary: You return to peters house to finish what you started, but he’s way ahead of you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Very smutty, Masturbation, sub!peter (no mommy kink tho bc Idr fuck with that), edging, whiny Peter, pantie stealing

A/n: I can’t get this divider to work right and I’ve also just realized that Frogger came out on Atari in ‘83 not ‘73,,, so just ignore that huge plot hole pls 🙏🏻 Speaking of which, I’d like to take this moment to say: Frogger? I hardly know her!

Okay thats it. Thank you for reading!!

Pt 1

After picking my little brother up from school, I pull into our driveway.

“Alright come on, Finn. you’re gonna learn how to heat up a TV dinner today,” I say as I open the passenger door for my brother, ushering him quickly towards our front door.

“Why?” he asks, confused as we enter our home.

“Cause I got shit to do. You’ve got five minutes to ask questions then I’m leaving,” I say as I walk into the bathroom right next to our kitchen to check my reflection. “So, you better start now,” I say as I reapply my lipstick.

“What? Does mom know?” he asks, sounding horrified.

“No and she won’t find out because I’ll be home before she gets back from her Tupperware party and you aren’t gonna say anything,” I say as I shake my finger in his face.

“Y/n, I’m only eight. What if someone breaks in?” he squeaks as he follows my quick steps to the freezer. I open the door, pulling out a random frozen meal.

“Then hide,” I say flatly, knowing that our neighborhood is safe. He looks at me, still horrified.

“Ugh,” I groan before grabbing a pen and writing the Maximoff phone number on our calendar that’s hanging on the fridge. “I’m going to Peters. This is their phone number. Call and ask for me if anything happens. I should be back in an hour or two,” I say before grabbing my keys off the counter and walking to the door.  “Lock the doors, don’t answer for anyone unless it’s me, mom, or dad and stay inside the house,” I say as I unlatch the wooden door.

“Wait! You didn’t tell me about the dinner!” he stops me in my tracks.

“You can read right?” I ask, he nods his head. “Directions are on the box,” I lock the door behind me as I all but run towards my vehicle.

As I take the short drive to Peters house, my heart races in anticipation. I hate to admit it, but I managed to get just as worked up as he did- if not, more. My Fleetwood Mac cassette plays loudly in my stereo, but all I can hear is the whimpers that escaped Peter’s mouth earlier. He looked so fucking pathetic writhing underneath me, mewling through shaky breaths; It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of peter standing half naked, desperate, and confused with his pants so tight around his erection that his button could pop off at any moment makes more core ache. I pull up to the Maximoff house, parking halfway on the curb, but I’m in too much of a hurry to fix it. I sprint up to the door, taking a deep breath to compose myself before knocking. Ms. Maximoff soon opens the door.

“Y/n, back so soon?”  she grins, allowing me to enter.

“Yes ma'am, I have something that I need to finish,” I smile innocently. She nods.

“Peter should be downstairs, I haven’t seen him since you left,” she walks back to the kitchen, leaving me to make my way to Peter’s room. I quietly walk down the stairs, stepping onto the shag carpet. I freeze in my tracks, my breath hitching in my throat and my heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of me.

Peter sitting upright on his couch, completely naked, his head thrown back, resting on the back of the sofa as his hand pumps his rock hard dick. His eyes are squeezed shut as his mouth hangs agape, releasing the hottest whimpers I’ve ever heard. His cheeks and lips are flushed as his nose scrunches in pleasure… then I hear it.

“Fuck, y/n” he mewls, so quiet I could barely hear it, but the sound of him muttering my name as he strokes himself rings through my ears like a trumpet, making my knees weak.

‘Oh, this gonna be wicked!’ I smirk to myself.

“Yes?” I bite my lip, approaching the disheveled boy. Peter’s so stunned that he just jumps up. He doesn’t zoom away. He just stands there with the most horrified expression I’ve ever seen.

“I-I-I didn’t- I wasn’t- y/n,” he sputters, I walk up to him, gently pushing him back down to the couch.

“You weren’t what?” I sit next to him, placing a hand on his chest; He’s hot to the touch. “Rubbing one out while thinking about me?” I ask lowly.

“I well, y-y-you just left me,” he says, staring at me with wide eyes, his dick still standing at attention. “I tried not to, it just wouldn’t go away,” he explains as he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Hmm,” I tap a finger to my lips in mock consideration. “I think I know how to help you,” I say with a shrug. Peter smiles at me, settling into the couch, closing his eyes, waiting for me to touch him. I get down on my knees in between his legs. “But I need you to show me what you were doing first,” I look up at him, laying my head on his bare thigh. He looks down at me, confused.

“Y-you want me to…” he motions towards his erection.

“Mhm,” I hum, looking at him through my lashes. His cheeks burn bright red, but he slowly moves his hand to his length. I watch intently as he begins to stroke himself. His hand runs over his red, swollen tip and he lets out a quiet whimper. “I wanna hear you, Peter,” I hum.

Even though he’s embarrassed, I can tell that he’s enjoying this. His breath quickens and his dick twitches in his hand as I speak. He picks up speed, obeying my command, letting out a pathetic little moan, as he stares down at me. “I think I know what you’re doing wrong,” the sultry tone drips from my tongue as I sit up on my knees.

“What?” he asks, his voice small as he watches my every move. I take his length into my own hand, dipping my head down, gathering spit in my mouth that I allow to drip from my lips onto his swollen tip. His brown eyes, wide as saucers, watches the saliva trickles onto him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as I use my fingers to spread the lubrication around. I hear his breath hitch, then I pull my hand away.

“Now try it,” I smile. I can tell he’s getting sexually frustrated.

“Really?” He whines. “But I want-“ he whines some more before I stop him.

“Do it, Peter,” I say sternly. He gulps, returning his hand to his now slick cock. He moans, throwing his head back.

“Doesn’t that feel better, baby?” I coo. He looks down at me, nodding his head. I slowly shift from my knees to sit on my ass, keeping his desperate eyes locked into mine. I spread my legs, revealing my soaked white panties underneath my skirt. Peter whimpers loudly at the sight, thrusting his hips into his hand.

“C-come on y/n, what are you tryin’ to do to me?” He groans, breathlessly.

“I’m helping you, quickie,” I giggle lightly before I run my hand over my clothed core. Peter shifts on the couch, sitting up to get a better view. His hand picks up speed around his length. I hum at the contact on my core, laying my head back, allowing my hair to fall from my shoulders down my back. I tilt my head to the side, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth when I catch Peters gaze locked onto my dripping panties, not even blinking as he pumps his cock mercilessly. The muscles in his arm tense and his dick twitches, precum oozes out.

“Fuck I think I’m gonna-“ he whimpers breathlessly.

“Stop,” I demand. “Remove your hand, Peter,” I direct him as I continue rubbing circles on my clit through the thin cotton. With a reluctant whimper, he pulls away.

“Mmm,” I slide my panties slowly down my legs, he watches with intensity. I’ve never seen him focus on anything this long before. “Good boy,” I praise, tossing the panties beside him on the couch. He looks at them, then back at me. I giggle, pulling my sweater and my tank top over my head, leaving me in just my bra and skirt. When I return my gaze to the couch, Peters eyes are still locked on me like before, but my panties are gone.

‘That pathetic little perverted kleptomaniac,’ I smile to myself. I don’t mention it-allowing him to keep the drenched panties as a prize for listening so well. Instead, I just bring my fingers down to my now exposed core. His eyes follow my hand like a cat’s follow a laser pointer. I use a finger to dip into my soaking entrance, dragging my slick up to my clit before I begin to rub circles on the sensitive skin.

“Mmm, fuck, Peter,” I relish the pleasure that I bring myself. He let’s out a string of mewls as he thrusts up into the air, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Are- Are you tryin’ to kill me?” He whispers, bringing his gaze from my slick folds up to my eyes. I can’t help but laugh at the desperate state of the poor boy.

“What do you mean?” I play Innocent as I move my fingers back to my entrance.

“I-“ He starts but he’s immediately distracted when I slip my finger inside myself, letting out a pornographic moan.

“Go on Peter,” I smirk. “I’m listening,” I bat my lashes.

“You’re just so-“ he speaks as if his mouth has gone dry.

“Fuck,” I let out another moan, purposely cutting him off again as I slip another finger inside myself and begin to curl up into that special spot.

“Please,” he whimpers, his voice cracks, his legs are shaking, his silver hair is stuck to his face with sweat and his dick is so hard that the tip has taken on a purple hue. Finally, I broke him. “Please, please, please, y/n please I’ll do anything,” he whines, pleading for mercy.

I smile, hoping up then turning around, slowly sliding my skirt down, bending over as I push the thin fabric to my feet.

“Please,” he whimpers again. I turn back around, smiling at the poor boy. “I’m not sure I’m enjoying this as much as you are,” he mewls as I straddle his waist. He winces when his erection slaps against my stomach.

“Oh, don’t lie to me Peter,” I whisper in his ear. I bring my fingers that I was using on myself up to his mouth, he happily opens, sucking them clean as he stares up at me with his big puppy eyes.

Jesus Christ I moan internally.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I bring my face right in front of his, grabbing either side of his cheeks with the same hand. “Don’t act up now,” I say sternly. He responds with an audible gulp. “Tell me Peter. Tell me how much you’re enjoying our time together right now,” I whisper as I ghost the fingers of my free hand over his needy cock. He twitches in my hand.

“I-you-“ he gulps again. His wide eyes looking directly into mine. “Y/n, this is hotter than any porno I’ve ever seen,” he admits whole heartedly, through muffled words as my hand squeezes his cheeks together a bit, earning a genuine laugh out of me.

“Well luckily for you,” I grab his length firmly, beginning to pump him slowly. “You won’t have to rent those stupid films anymore, not with me around,” I smirk before I bring him into a kiss, wrapping one hand in the back of his head. To my surprise, he kisses back intensely. His hands shoot up, grabbing both sides of my face to pull my head closer to his. He kisses me with strong desire.

“You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me,” he groans into the kiss. I lift my hips up, not breaking the passionate kiss, using my hand to line him up with my dripping entrance.

“Of course, I do, Peter,” I whisper before setting down on his desperate cock, taking him all the way into me in one swift motion. He lets out a loud whimper- almost a shriek. “Shhh” I giggle against his lips, stifling my own moan.

“I’m sorry,” he whines. He peers into my eyes with his chest heaving, sweat covering every inch of his toned body while his shaky hands hold their death grip on my hips. I place my hands behind me onto his thighs so I can slowly slide myself up down on his length.

“It’s okay Peter, but you gotta keep it down a bit. Can you do that for me, baby?” I coo. He nods his head as he watches in awe as I fuck myself on him, unable to look away. He fills me up perfectly, his desperate cock sliding in out of my velvet walls earns a few low moans out of me. ”You’re so big, Peter,” I compliment, he smiles at me flashing his dimples. With a surge of confidence, he brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting them before bringing them to my clit, tracing figure eights, watching my face for approval. “Mmm, that feels good, baby. Good job,” I praise him. He moves his fingers faster, and faster, and faster to the point that his hand is just a blur. ”Fuck!” I accidentally shout from the vibrations coursing through my body.

“Shhh,” he smirks. “You gotta keep it down, remember?” he mocks me. I can’t help but laugh, his sudden confidence is a bigger turn on than I thought it would be. He moves his hand from my core- much to my disappointment- before he grabs my hips again.

“May I?” he asks politely, his voice small again as he thrusts into me, wanting to take a bit of control. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Mhm,” I grant him permission. “Only since you’ve listened so well,” I smirk. As soon as I give him the okay, he’s pounding into me mercilessly.

“Peter!” I shout in surprise and pleasure as he thrusts into me at inhuman rates. The speedster doesn’t seem to hear me as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whimpers. “You feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whines, still somehow sounding submissive even when I’ve given him control. I quickly feel my release nearing as I grip onto his shoulders to keep him from bucking me off. I’ve never been so worked up in my life, my body feels like it’s on fire as I watch the handsome boys hips blur underneath me.

“Peter, I’m close,” I moan, my words come out punctuated as if I’m in a vehicle that’s driving 100mph down a pothole filled gravel road. His head shoots up at my words.

“Please y/n,” he whimpers as I bring my lips to his. “Please I wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you, please,” he whines and begs like a starving puppy, sending me over the edge. Pleasure shoots from my vibrating core throughout my whole body as a string of moans and curses fall from my lips. “Thank you,” I hear him mewl as I chase the euphoria I’m feeling.

‘Did he just thank me, for cumming on him?’ I think to myself. This man knows exactly how to get me worked up, and I don’t even think he realizes it. Suddenly, with a fwp I’ve lost all contact with him as I’m sat beside him on the couch. His eyes hungrily explore my body while he continues to pump himself as whimpers and groans fall from his lips, his dick is visibly twitching.

‘oh’ my confusion subsides once I realized he was about to cum himself. I regain my position on my knees between his legs, watching his face as I take him into my mouth. I consider ruining his orgasm again, but before I can make up my mind, his eyes are scrunched shut and his nose is wrinkled in pleasure as the hottest, most pathetic whimper I’ve ever heard fall from his swollen lips like music to my ears.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he groans as he empties his seed onto my tongue. I swallow the huge load, kitten licking his slit and hollowing out my cheeks a few more times for good measure. He falls onto the couch, lifeless. His chest heaving, the muscles in his legs twitching and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Peter?” I ask, slightly concerned. “Peter?” I ask again a but louder, slapping his leg as I stand from the ground, sitting next to him.

“I…” he slowly turns his head next to me. I can almost see his heart beating out of his chest. “I think you just changed me as a man,” he pants. I laugh at his revelation, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Well I’m honored to be the one to do it,” I smile. He slowly sits up, holding his head as if he’s dizzy.

“I’m fucking starving,” he sighs. I stand up, starting to get dressed.

“Well, clean up real quick and we can go get some food after I check on my brother,” I smile. His eyes light up at the mention of food. He stands, taking a step then stopping, looking at me confused. He takes another step, stopping.

“You broke me, I can’t even zoom across the room,” he looks mortified. I giggle putting my hand on his shoulder.

“It will come back soon, give your body time to catch up,” I slip my skirt on, without my panties. “At least I know your weakness now,” I giggle.

“A dominant woman?” he smiles as he slips on his shirt.

“My used panties,” I smirk, motioning to the white fabric sticking out of his bedside drawer. His eyes go wide.

“I’m sorry you can ha-“ I cut him off.

“Keep ‘em. I think you earned it,” I wink. He looks away with blushed cheeks before dressing his bottom half.

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Physical Touch

He usually loved when his wife touched him, but it was slowly driving him crazy.

Part of the Love Languages series

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Hi friends!

Well...I should have expected that the smut fic would win the poll by a landslide and here we are haha

I really hope you enjoy this <3 it's soft, smutty and full of Aaron just...pining for his wife. What more could you want on a Thursday evening?

Please let me know what you think <3

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Words: 3k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He’d known she was tactile long before they got together. 

Aaron had watched her for years, always ready to place a comforting hand on someone’s shoulder or pull them into a hug. More than once he’d found himself wishing she’d do the same for him, the embargo they’d seemingly placed on physical contact between them a two-way thing, something they both upheld, as if they knew it was a line they could not cross. 

He’d held her hand once before they became them. It was when she was in hospital, before she was stable enough to be moved to Bethesda. She’d still mostly been out of it, pain and medication rolling through her in a way he was also familiar with. He’d held her hand, squeezing it tightly as he wore the suit he’d worn to her funeral, a bitter taste on his tongue as he apologised to her. She’d told him since that she thought she’d dreamt it, that she’d pulled him out of her imagination, the warmth of his hand around hers something she’d made up in some strange attempt to self-soothe. 

He’d always known she was tactile, but being in a relationship with her was a whole other level he hadn’t been anticipating. She touched him all the time, ranging from subtle moments, like her fingers trailing over his when she passed him a coffee or a case file, or squeezing his knee under the table when they were at Dave’s for dinner, to more obvious moments. She was a snuggler, something he would never have put money on before their first date. She would wrap herself around him like a vine whenever they were alone, her arm linked through his and her head on his shoulder as they sat on the couch, or she could lay half on top of him in bed, her hand sneaking under his t-shirt as she sought his warmth from the source, falling asleep to the comfort of his heartbeat. 

He loved it. He loved that his wife expressed her love that way, that she’d push his hair out of his face as she told him he needed a haircut, that she also loved their children in the same way. It’s one of the reasons he knew Jack and Violet always sought her out for comfort, her embrace was his place of safety too, something so calming about something as simple as her cheek against his shoulder that he wondered how he'd ever lived without it. 

He usually loved it, but it was slowly driving him crazy. 

He’d dislocated his shoulder in a takedown of an unsub two months ago. The injury had torn his rotator cuff and he’d needed surgery, a simple relocation of his shoulder joint not enough. He could still remember the fear in Emily’s eyes when he’d come round from surgery, how she was barely holding herself together, her grip on his wedding ring that he’d had to take off so tight the imprint lasted for hours. His shoulder had been immobilised with strict instructions on how to make sure he healed properly, and the only time his wife ever paid attention to medical advice to the letter was when it was for him or one of the kids, which had led to one, unfortunate, side effect. 

Aaron hadn’t had sex with his wife in two months. 

He missed her. She was right by his side, but he missed her. Missed the intimacy that had always been an important part of their relationship. Every tiny thing about her was getting to him the longer they went without having sex. Her beauty was bordering on obscene, as it always had, and his breath would catch in his chest whenever he looked at her, or if she walked by and he caught a sniff of her perfume, the scent he knew was simply her always following just afterwards. Even watching her with Jack and Violet, watching how good a mother she was filled his gut with want, with the desire to have more children with her as soon as possible. 

The touching was, however, by far the worst. Every time she touched him he felt his skin fizz, sparks set off just by the feel of her skin against his, and he was close to losing his mind. 

He hears a knock on his office door and he looks up, a smile immediately breaking out across his face when he sees Emily standing in the doorway, her arms crossed as she casually leans against the door frame. 

“Hey honey,” she says, stepping into the office, “Are you ready to go? We, and by we I mean you, promised Vi we’d pick up some dessert on the way home.” 

He chuckles as he thinks about his 2, almost 3, year old daughter. She was a mini Emily through and through, right down to the big dark brown eyes he couldn’t say no to. He stands up and starts to put some paperwork in his briefcase, and he raises his eyebrow at his wife as he looks up at her. 

“You say that like you can say no to her,” he quips, stepping out from behind his desk and walking over to her, quickly stamping his lips against hers.

She hums and kisses him again, her hand hooking around the back of his head, making him shiver as she scratches lightly at his scalp, “We both know I’m the bad cop at home, baby,” she says, kissing him once more before she pulls back, “One of us has to be.” 

He laughs, the sound dying in his throat when she reaches out and places her hand on his chest, rubbing gently at the lapel on his jacket. He can feel her touch through his clothes, her skin somehow burning him through his jacket and his shirt, and he tenses before he can control it. Emily frowns at him, her eyebrows pinching together as she pulls back. 

“You had some lint on you,” she explains, pressing her lips together as she looks him up and down, her eyes slightly narrowed as she tries to figure out what's wrong, “Aaron are you okay? Is your shoulder bothering you?” 

It’s not a lie, not really, because his shoulder was sore. A now familiar ache that got worse throughout the day, radiating outwards from the new scar he bore. It was easier than explaining to her how he was feeling, less embarrassing than admitting he wanted her so much he was thinking about pushing everything off his desk right here and now. 

There were still two weeks until the doctor’s initial advice would run out, and he knew it was going to be the longest two weeks of his life. 

“Yeah,” he says, smiling softly at her, rolling his shoulder slightly, “It just aches a bit.” 

She hums and places her hand on it, her concern deepening when he tenses again, “How about when the monsters are in bed I give you a massage?” 

He falters for a moment, sure that would be his undoing, but instead, he nods and decides to deflect as he places his hand on her lower back and guides her out of his office. 

“Why do you get to call them monsters, but I don’t?” He asks, knowing exactly what her answer is going to be. 

She scoffs playfully and looks up at him, her eyes narrowed, “Because one of them came out of me.” 

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By the time they get the kids to bed, he thinks she’s forgotten. The evening had passed them by with homework, bath time, and bedtime stories, a wonderfully normal evening they both once thought they’d never get. 

He walks into their bedroom to find her kneeling on the bed, wearing one of his t-shirts and a tiny pair of shorts sticking out from underneath, with a bottle of lotion in hand.

She smiles at him, popping open the lid on the lotion as she beckons him over, “Come on, honey,” she says, “I promised you a massage.” She sees the slight hesitation before he walks over, and she hides a smirk by clearing her throat. He sits on the edge of the bed and she rolls her eyes, placing the lotion on the bed before she runs her hands over his shoulders, her fingers meeting at his neck as she starts to undo his shirt buttons, “This works better if you don’t wear your shirt.” 

He nods and helps her get his shirt off, grateful that he’d slipped his tie off when he got home earlier, and he lets the shirt fall to the ground. She puts some of the lotion into her hands and rubs them together before she touches him, warming her palms and the lotion at the same time. 

It’s only when she starts spreading it on his skin, her touch firm but gentle as she pushes her thumbs into his bad shoulder, that he realises she’s using her lotion. One that had a slight spice to it, a scent of cinnamon that followed her everywhere that was now permeating into his skin. He groans, his teeth clenched as he breathes her in, widening his legs as his pants get tighter. 

She frowns, ready to pull away just in case she is hurting him, but then she looks over his shoulder, her lips pressed together as her cheeks flush when she sees the tenting of his pants. She makes a snap decision, wiping her palms on her shirt to get rid of the excess lotion before she climbs out from behind him. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, his eyebrow raised as she kneels on the floor in front of him, her hands already on his belt, undoing it quickly. 

“Come on, Aaron,” she says, unbuttoning his pants and moving them and his boxers just far enough to free him, “It hasn’t been that long,” she says, smiling in a way that seemed far too innocent for where her hand was, “I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me,” she says, pumping him up and down, “Let me help.” 

He nods, not needing any convincing, and his eyes drift shut as she leans forward and takes him in her mouth. He wraps his fists around the sheets of the bed so tightly he thinks they might rip. 

“Fuck, Em. You’re so good at that,” he says, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her throat, the pressure that had been building him in for weeks threatening to blow, “So fucking good.” 

She leans forward until her nose briefly presses against his pubic bone before she pulls back, sucking in a breath before she moves in again, bobbing her head up and down, his chorus of groans her reward. She has to press her thighs together for some friction, so turned on by seeing and hearing him like this that she briefly forgets why it had been so long since they’d done this in the first place. She can feel him start to lose control, his thrusts getting messier, but he stops her, his hand on her shoulder as he encourages her backwards, a desperate look in his eyes. 

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting rid of the spit that had connected her lip to the tip of him and she tilts her head, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he says, pushing his hands through her hair that he’d clearly messed up, unaware that he’d even grasped it, “I just want to be with you.”

She smiles devilishly, her tongue pressed into her cheek, chasing the taste of him from it, “You are with me.” 

He rolls his eyes at her. He’d missed this too, the ease that came with being with her like this, the familiarity to it. It could be rough, passionate. Tearing each other’s clothes off. Or it could be soft. Full of love and hands pressed together as they showed each other how much they loved each other. 

“You know what I mean, sweetheart,” he says, and she smiles and nods, standing up from where she’d been kneeling. She pulls his pants off the rest of the way and then stands up, ready to straddle him, her desire making her dizzy. It’s only when she leans in to kiss him, her gaze briefly lingering on the new scar on his shoulder, and everything comes back into sharp focus.

“Wait,” she says breathlessly, pulling away from him, “We shouldn’t do this, your doctor-”

“Sweetheart,” he cuts her off, barely recognising his own voice because of how thick it is with desire, rough and gravelly as he stares at her, “You started this.” 

She scoffs, “I started this? You’re the one who got an erection when I just barely touched your shoulder.” 

In any other circumstance, he’s sure he’d laugh. It was so like her to try and start an argument in the middle of sex it made him fall in love with her even more, a feat that always seemed impossible until it happened. He pulls her closer, grateful not for the first time this evening that it wasn’t his dominant shoulder that had been injured, “Because you’re so fucking gorgeous I couldn’t take it anymore.” 

She swallows thickly and looks him up and down, desire sparking under her skin. It had been a long two months for her too, her frustration at not being able to have him so intense she’d yelled at Derek twice in the last week alone when he hadn’t deserved it. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she admits, her voice cracking slightly.  He smiles softly, the pent-up, overwhelming, need for her fading for a moment as he reaches out and cups her cheek, tucking some of her unruly hair behind her ear.

“You never could.” 

She thinks about it for a moment before she nods leaning forward to stamp her lips against his before she briefly gets off the bed, dropping her shorts to the ground, “Lean up against the headboard.” 

He does as he’s told, and she pulls a pillow from her side of the bed and slots it between his bad shoulder and the headboard, smiling softly when he stamps a grateful kiss against her lips. She sits on his lap, groaning as she notches over him, a noise he returns when he feels just how wet she is. 

“Fuck, Em,” he says, his hands on her hips as she pulls her t-shirt off, “I’ve barely even touched you.” 

“Yeah, well” she breathes out, rocking her hips over him, “You’re not the only one who’s been missing this,” she says as she wraps her hand around him to guide him into her. 

They both groan as she sinks onto him, the familiar stretch making them both breathless for a moment. 

“Oh fuck,” she says, her eyes rolling back as her head falls backwards for a moment, her hands on his thighs as she clenches around him, the breath stolen from her lungs as she adjusts to him, “God you feel so good.” 

“You do too, sweetheart,” he grunts out, encouraging her closer, tugging at her until they are chest to chest, bare skin pressed against each other as he rests his forehead against hers, “You feel so fucking good.” 

She cups his cheeks, her hands on either side of his face as she keeps her forehead against his and starts to rock her hips against his, a sound she could only call a relieved chuckle escaping her as he meets her thrust for thrust. 

They fall into a familiar rhythm, a sense of desperation woven through it, their eyes locked together as they both move, lost in the feel of each other. Eventually, he feels her hips start to stutter, and her thighs tremble around him. He reaches between them with his good hand and rubs circles on her clit, smiling as she mewls at him, the sound close to obscene as she buries her face in his neck, just about able to remember their children were sleeping down the hall.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, increasing the pressure on her clit, feeling his own orgasm within reach, “Come for me. Let me feel it.” 

She clenches her teeth tightly as she comes, stopping herself from screaming out as her hips buck against him. A spark goes off in her belly and spreads through her entire body, every nerve ending on fire as it washes over her as she moans his name. He isn’t far behind her, the way she clenches around him as she comes the final push he needs, and he buries his face in the top of her hair, her name lost in the dark locks stuck to her with sweat. 

They fall into silence, just the sound of their heavy breathing surrounding them. She’s the first to pull back, smiling lazily at him as she kisses him quickly before she pulls back to look at him, checking him over as if she’s looking for damage. She looks at the scar, placing her hand over it as she still tries to catch her breath, “I hope we didn’t make it worse.” 

“It’s fine, baby,” he says, kissing her temple and then her cheek, encouraging her to turn her head so he can capture her lips in a kiss, “Besides, since when were you such a stickler for doctor’s orders?” 

She playfully narrows her eyes at him but doesn’t pull back, not wanting to put any space between them yet, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Right,” he says jokingly, stamping a kiss against her lower lip, stuck out in a pout she’d always deny, “So it wasn’t you who I caught trying to drive to the store less than two weeks after she had a c-section? My mistake.” 

She blows out a breath and shakes her head at him, her cheeks somehow flushing even though the blush from her orgasm had never gone away, “That was totally different.” 

He chuckles and kisses her, properly this time, and he smiles as he pulls back, “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” 

-x-

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Reaction video (deleted scenes)-jschlatt

This was meant as a celebration for me getting 500 likes ( which is crazy thank you guys sm) but it took me so long to write it that I've now reached 1000 and have to think of something really good ( and smutty ) for that

This is all the embarrassing moments that didn't make the cut for the first imagine , basically reaction video (from the vault)

Warnings:mention of sex tape, swearing, making out , innuendos, god knows what else

Not edited or proofread

Wc:3k words

After seeing the positive reaction their fans had towards the YouTube video y/n and her boyfriend Jschlatt posted, which was just them embarrassing themselves the entire video , they decided to make a part two after finding out the same channel had made another embarrassing moments compilation

"We're back again and ready to embarrass ourselves" y/n said introducing the video

"And out our sex lives" schlatt added knowing they need to stop acting so unprofessional in front of cameras

Embarrassing moment #1

The first one was captured via Charlie's Instagram story at some fancy restaurant ted had invited : schlatt , y/n , and charlie to while they were in LA filming

"Before we even got there we were scolded by Ted to not do anything inappropriate because it was a fancy restaurant , he even made us sit opposite each other" she laughed remembering how Ted was like a concerned parent

"I just want to say before this clip plays , I had no part in this" schlatt said trying to clear his name

This moment was less of a continuous clip and more of a few intagram stories that consisted of just silly photographs of the tiny portions of food or Ted and Charlie doing some stupid joke

There was nothing really out of the ordinary or inappropriate and Ted was thanking the God's above . It was probably due to the fact that Y/n was typing away on her phone and schlatt was deep in conversation, but he was thankful nonetheless

"You've retyped that message a hundred times , what can you not figure out what to say" he asked trying not to be nosy but just wanted to help her

"Anything I say just sounds too needy" she said hoping he didn't get the sexual aspect she was hinting at

"Are you seriously sexting right now"he said with a shake of his head and a sigh

"Would you rather me do it in person" she said as he made a face that said 'good call'

"You and schlatt are the nastiest people I know , how do you sound "too needy"" he said using quotation marks to prove his point

"I'm not even going to bother showing you because it'll end up somewhere online" she half joked as she finally figured out what she wanted to text schlatt as ted turned to talk to him

The text was simple but also got the point across, but it also got in the frame for Charlie's video for barely two seconds as he did a quick sweep of the table , however the fans were quick to spot the 'quickie in the bathroom?' text appear on his screen , but Schlatt was too deep in conversation to hear his phone ping

"Right now? You pigs" Charlie said after putting his phone down , this catching Jschlatt's attention

"What are you talking about man" he said used to having that insult towards him and his sexual antics , but he hadn't done anything

"You might want to check your phone" Charlie said as schlatt checked his phone stood up and said "uh I'll be back in like 10 minutes" checking his watch as he waited for his girlfriend to also stand up

"Can't take them anywhere" Ted laughed recording them giggling and walking away as a punishment

"That wasn't as bad as I remembered , I mean that is a pretty tame text" he said looking at his girlfriend for her agreement

"I can tell Its going to go downhill from here" she said playing the next clip

Embarrassing moment #2

"If you don't want to be that crazy then you'll do ATM-ing , where you take the dick and slide it between the buttcheeks until you come and that's not sex, but it's like an ATM card" Qtcinderella explained to the group

"Okay so you can slide the card but you can't insert the chip" schlatt replied half serious half laughing

"The smirk on your face is so evident , you smug bastard" y/n said turning to her boyfriend as he put his hands up in surrender " ATM-ing  is not as fun as it sounds , I don't recommend"

"Care to elaborate on that" ted laughs turning his head to his left at lightning speed

"I felt like I was acting out sausage party" she replied cringing at the memory

"The thought is better than reality sad to say " Schlatt said getting closer to the microphone and basically whispering

Embarrasing moment #3

This one came from a stream he was doing and he found some beef jerky in the kitchen when he took a snack break, but it turned out to be disgusting

"I can't even apologise for this one , I stand by it"

"My guest appearance was everyone's favourite part let's be honest" his girlfriend said knowing his fans love her

"Chat don't ever try organic grass fed beef jerky , tastes like actual ass" he had to hold back a gag at how gross it was

"The broad must of bought it , I would never had gone for organic" chat went wild over the mention of you

"I hope they see this clip of me and shut the fucking company down" schlatt said walking to the other side of the room to get the trash can to show him throwing it away

As he holds it up to the camera for the dramatic effect it is evidently clear that there is a used condom very clearly sat in the bottom of the trash can next to a wrapper of some kind , after throwing away the beef jerky he saw chat going crazy about whatever was in the garbage

"Guys what are you going crazy over in chat" he said scrolling through the comments like an idiot instead of just looking in the object in his hand

Y/n was confused why her phone was blowing up with notifications from her fans saying to go see what schlatt was doing or to join his live, so she obviously did worried about whether he had just revealed something private or hurt himself

Joining his live to see him staring off into space clearly remembering him fucking her over the desk the night before in that short skirt he loved

"The way you stop in your fucking tracks trash can still in view just reliving it with no shame"

"It was a good night, can you blame me" he shrugged his shoulders

Calling his phone didn't snap him out of it , so she stormed into his office mortified that however many people could see what was in the garbage

Waving a hand in front of his face and taking it out of his hands seemed to do the trick as he blushed and started laughing

"You can't blame me , you wore that skirt last night knowing how it would end" he said forgetting they weren't the only two people on earth but also not caring

"Why do you think I keep wearing it" she laughed "didn't think it would distract you so much though"

"Can't wait for the photos and clips to circle the internet later" he said sitting back down in his chair as she said goodbye and left

" I don't know how you didn't get banned for that" his girlfriend questioned as he shrugged and chuckled

"They sent me a very stern email"

Embarrassing moment #4

This moment was captured via CCTV outside Ted's house , but he posted it to his Instagram story cause he thought it was funny (he was a little drunk)

Ted had invited Y/n and Schlatt over for dinner kind of like a double date , but also just to catch up

"You better not embarrass us tonight"  his girlfriend scolded him as they walked up to the door of Ted's house and she knocked on the door

"When have I ever not been on my best behaviour" he feigned innocence

"You do it every time we do anything, no one would even be phased if our tape got leaked" she joked

"You have to stop joking about that for my sanity"

"If you cared that much about it getting leaked you wouldn't keep it under no protection" Y/n said knocking again " what is taking Ted so long , I'm getting bored"

"I know a way we can pass the time" schlatt said trying to hold in his laugh at how cliche it was

"If I kiss you , promise me you'll never speak like that again" she said leaning in and closing the gap between them

Obviously, things got heated pretty quickly (it is them afterall) . So when the Nivison boy did eventually make it to the door , he was greeted with the sight of his good friend Jschlatt making out with his girlfriend with a very prominent hand on her behind

He awkwardly cleared his throat as they stepped apart

"Nice of you to finally let us in" schlatt joked walking past him and into the house

"Almost got dicked down in your driveway to pass the time" Y/n followed up

"You guys would've done it either way , just don't keep me up tonight" he warned before closing the door

"He actually kept us awake that night , but fortunately for him I didn't video it and post it on the internet" Y/n remarked

"Why did we pick careers with cameras everywhere" schlatt questioned with a confused face

Embarrassing moment #5

This one happened once again on stream , he was sat at his desk reacting to some compilation of something someone made him . Truth be told the only thing he could focus on was the feeling of his girlfriends mouth around his cock under the desk

Sure it was an adventurous thing to do and would most likely get them caught, but schlatt couldn't care less these reaction videos were getting boring and he needed something to stay focused

"This one is the most embarrassing, people still make fun of us for this" Y/n said hiding her head in her hands

"It was fun at the time, but oh my God do people not shut up about it" her boyfriend agreed lightly chuckling

Anytime he let a groan or any noise slip out he would try to cover it up by acting like he was reacting to the video and adding some comment onto it . All was well until she tried a new technique that almost made him blow a load in zero point two seconds , as she attempted to do it again by getting closer to him so she could get more of him in her mouth , but overestimated how much room there was between her head and the desk resulting in her losing her grip on the carpet and lunging forward resulting in a rather loud gag due to the acoustics of the wooden desk she was under

"Ow" she said pushing his chair back and her head peaking out just enough for the camera to see which obviously everyone saw and went mad for

He just pushed her head back under until he put his 'be back soon' screen up and checked if she was okay

"I didn't even want to go on Twitter for days after this , the one time this guy isn't screaming at the top of his lungs" y/n said pointing at him

"The acoustics of the desk didn't help with how loud the gag was either"  he added

Embarrassing moment #6

This one happened at Sneegsnag's wedding and was captured by Ted and uploaded to Instagram (he was past tipsy at this point)

"I can tell by that suit we're at Sneegsnag's wedding, but which moment is going to play is the question" y/n said hoping it was the tamer one

"I'm gonna guess the Ted one" jschlatt said making it into a game

As it was the Ted clip, he showed up on screen slurring some words into the camera before turning the camera around to pan across the entire room

He heard the slow songs starting to play and questioned why Y/n and Schlatt the most in love couple he knew weren't on the dance floor right now , so like any drunk wedding guest he stomped over to them phone still in hand and asked"why are you guys not dancing?"

"Big guy won't dance with me" his friend replied sulking

"C'mon man , don't be that guy" ted said pulling a face at his friend

"I'll dance if you and shae do" schlatt bargained

As ted looked at his friend y/n who was already looking at him with what can only be described as a pleasing look "fine" he said for the sake of his friend

"He could've stopped recording here and just made it look like a nice moment" Y/n pointed out knowing what was coming

"There's not a single nice moment of the three of us , or just the two of us" her boyfriend joked

Before they got to the dance floor where the photographer was most likely taking pictures , so she did what any good person would do and fixed his collar and smoothed out his shirt for him

"If I knew you'd be acting like my good housewife , I would've said yes to dancing the first time you asked" he laughed grabbing a handful of ass as she hid her face in his chest embarrassed about such a stupid joke being caught on camera . A joke that nonetheless was going to be labelled as offensive by people online

"People took that housewife joke and ran with it honestly" y/n said rolling her eyes

"Alot of people didn't realise that it was a harmless joke, this broad would make the worst housewife ever" he said trying to keep a serious face as he pressed play on the video

Embarrassing moment #7

This one was on an episode of chuckle sandwich , they were talking about how people who believe everything they see on the internet is true are idiots

"This one keeps me up at night , I apologise to whoever had to blur this part" she cringed hiding her head in her boyfriends shoulder as he attempted to soothe her by patting/rubbing the back of her head

"As soon as this happened, I begged everyone to let me edit that part of the video , I didn't want anyone else seeing it uncensored" Jschlatt said before pressing play , letting his possessive side shine through

"You're so possessive"

"How would you like it if I whipped out my cock for everyone to see " he turned towards her and asked as she agreed

"I keep getting DM's from fans asking if facts they see on social media are real or not , anyone else?" Ted asked the group

"No what the fuck type of fans do you have" schlatt laughed

"What facts do they want to know?"

Y/n asked

"I've never seen a single video on social media that had any true facts" charlie said

Schlatt muttered a 'true' in response to his friend, but was caught off guard by his girlfriend staring at him with an all knowing look from her square on screen "why are you staring at me like that" he said probably cutting off a conversation

"What about that tiktok you sent me the other day that said staring at boobs can make a man live longer, and you said it was "very true" his girlfriend called him out

"You guys can back me up here" he said leaning back in his seat and smirking

" I have to agree with schlatt on this one" Ted said standing up for his friend

"That's the first true fact I've heard that comes from social media" Charlie said contradicting his statement from earlier as they laughed

Schlatt heard a knock on his office door so went to open it thinking it was one of the cats , not expecting it to be his girlfriend

"What's wrong?" He said cat parent mode activating

"Is your camera off ?" She whispered

"What are you two doing in that doorway?" Ted said thinking it was probably sexual

"Hang on, I'll be back guys" schlatt said going to press the button that turned his camera off , but accidentally clicked the one that muted him

"Why are we always the ones being embarrassed, when is it anyone else's turn" Y/n said remembering how embarrassing this clip was

"Audio listeners love you to death , Y/n knocked on Schlatt's door and then he attempted to turn his camera off and failed, but he's across the room so won't hear us if we tell him"

What the trio (+tucker) didn't expect to happen next was for Y/n to pull the bottom of the shirt she was wearing upwards and flash everyone in that call . Charlie and Ted have never turned their head away from something so quickly and pretend to be doing something else

"This is just like when a sex scene comes on when you're watching a movie as a family and you gave to pretend to be interested in the carpet" charlie said trying to fill in the awkward pause

By the time Ted had told the audio listeners what just went down schlatt and Y/n were back in their respective squares on screen fully clothed

"You can wipe that smile off your face,we all just witnessed that" Ted said not bothering to beat around the bush

"Let me know when this gets edited" schlatt ended the conversation by saying

"When you said you censored my boobs out of the video I half expected a twin tower on each one" (don't tell me he wouldn't do that) she laughed as he hung his head in disappointment

"Why didn't I think of that , the powered by bitchdust bumper sticker seems stupid now"

After some more jokes and mean comments about their friends , they bid farewell to whoever would watch the video and made a pact to dial down the amount of embarrassing moments they produced

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Double Shot, Part 4

Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller

Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!AFAB!reader x Tommy Miller Rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI Summary: A gorgeous man walks into your coffee shop and introduces himself as Tommy Miller. Then his equally gorgeous brother shows up. You can't decide which you like better... but maybe you don't have to. A/N: We're finally at the smutty part! Word count: 3k warnings/tags: fingering (f), oral sex (m), PIV, facial, size kink, threesome, soft dom! Joel, soft! Tommy, a lil bit of aftercare, pwp

This is the final part of of Double Shot; here are Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

You tried to keep your hand from shaking as you slid your key into the front door of your apartment. Joel stood to one side of you, Tommy to the other. None of you spoke.

It had been like that the whole ride here. Your legs pressed against theirs in the front of Tommy’s truck, the dark streets unspooling through the windshield. You could feel every beat of your pulse. You could hear each other breathing in the silent truck.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this.

You wanted to do this so badly.

You felt the key catch in the lock and you swung the door open, reaching inside to flick on the light switch. The incandescent light filled your living room as you walked in. It was small, but it was yours— the first place you’d ever had entirely to yourself. And you were grateful tonight for the complete absence of roommates.

You moved toward your couch, a threadbare thing you’d found on the curb when the students were moving out in May. You could hear the men following you, then the door swinging shut with a definitive thunk.

“Can I get y’all a drink?” You asked, your voice catching in your throat.

Tommy huffed out a small laugh. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, sugar. Do you, Joel?”

“No, I don’t think we’ll be needin’ that.” Joel’s voice was so close behind you it almost made you jump, and you turned your head to look at him. You’d forgotten for a moment how broad he was, the bulk of his shoulders looming above you. His eyes, boring down into you, were dark and glinting.

He laid one hand on your shoulder and fingered the spaghetti strap of your tiny dress. Goosebumps bloomed down your bare arms. You felt your breath coming quicker, your heart speeding up. This was happening.

“Lookit this dress, Tommy.” Joel’s hand tugged harder on the strap and the satiny fabric shifted up along your body.

“’S not much of a dress, Joel.” Tommy had moved in front of you and was standing a few feet away, stance wide and hands on his hips. Light glinted on the pearl snaps of his shirt and his wide silver buckle. He drug his eyes up and down you appraisingly.

“No, and she’s been paradin’ around in it all night, like a bitch in heat.”

“But you seemed to appreciate it so much,” you responded coyly. “Both of you.”

Joel grabbed the flimsy fabric with both hands then, pulling hard until the strap broke with an rough ripping sound. The front of the dress fell down on one side, baring the black lace of your bra. 

You felt a moan escape your mouth as the cool air hit the flush of your exposed skin.

Tommy tutted softly, eyes drawn down to the curve of your breast. “Better do the rest of it.”

Joel wasted no time grabbing the other strap and snapping it in two. The whole top of the dress fell around your waist, but with the side zipper still in place it could go no further, caught by the contours of your hips.

Instead of undoing the rest of your dress, Joel reached down and yanked the hem upward until the whole flimsy garment hung around your midsection. 

You gasped, looking down at the V of your thighs and the thin, dark lace of your panties. You may have been covered by your underthings, but you’d somehow never felt so exposed as you did standing there, in your ruined dress, between two fully clothed men. Your cunt contracted so sharply it almost hurt.

“That better, sweetheart?” Joel’s voice behind your ear was soft now, tickling the hairs along your neck. 

You felt yourself nodding in agreement. “And I think I’m going to be feeling even better pretty soon.”

Joel moved over to sit on the couch, legs spread invitingly. You could see the impressive outline of his erection against the faded drape of his jeans. 

“C’mere.” You took a few steps closer. Once you were within reach, he tugged you roughly toward him, spinning you around so you once again faced away. He held you by your hips and pulled you down to sit on his lap, until you could feel his firm length pressing against your ass.  And it felt so fucking good there that you couldn’t help grinding back against him. You were rewarded with a husky moan.

“Shit, look at ‘er, Joel. She just can’t help herself, can she?” Tommy ran his tongue around his lips, smirking down at you. He was all angles, the sharp jaw and the sharper eyes, giving you that knowing look he had. “Bet she’s drippin’ wet right now.”

He was right, of course. You were fucking drenched.

Your thighs were pressed together, but Joel reached down and roughly wrenched them apart. You looked down at yourself as he did— the stretch of underwear that ran between your legs was sodden, glistening.

“Jesus,” Joel grunted, and you could feel his cock twitch underneath you. 

“I need you to touch me,” you found yourself whining, rocking against his lap. 

Tommy moved in closer, beginning to palm himself through his pants. “I think you better give the girl a little stroke before she loses ‘er mind.”

Joel’s chest, pressed behind your back, lifted up and down with each breath. You rested yourself against his solid frame as he slid a hand up your thigh, until he reached the edge of your panties and tugged them to one side. Your cunt was swollen, lips parting and drenched beneath the tangle of pubic hair. You all three stared, and then— as Joel drug a finger tip through your slick folds— you all three moaned.

You arched forward toward his hand, and he rewarded you by rubbing the pad of his finger softly against your puffy, aching clit. You whimpered, feeling the sweet ache spread all through your core. 

Had you ever felt this turned on before in your life? Had you ever been so desperate?

“Settle down, baby,” Joel murmured, cupping you entirely in one big hand. “I’m gonna take care of it. And you’re gonna take care of us.” You rutted your hips forward against his grasp, felt the delicious friction of his calloused palm on your flesh. “Now the first thing you’re gonna do, darlin’, is give Tommy a lil’ attention. You’ve got him in a way.”

Tommy grunted in agreement, rubbing his hand up and down the thick shape of his cock. He moved up between your spread legs— between Joel’s spread legs— and began to unbuckle his belt. “Tell ‘er what she needs to do, Joel.”

“You’re gonna put your mouth on it, baby. You know how to do that, right?” You nodded yes, and Joel rewarded you by tracing a slow, lazy circle against your clit. You found yourself licking your lips as Tommy pulled himself out through his fly.

His cock was beautiful, impressively long with a spiderweb of dusky veins down the underside. An obscene dollop of precum pearled at the tip. You leaned forward, planting a kiss right against the velvety head and feeling the salty liquid smear on your lips.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Joel encouraged. “Now get that head nice and wet.” You licked a stripe down the slit, then swirled your tongue around the whole of the swollen tip. Tommy groaned, reaching a wide hand down to thread through your hair. And Joel rewarded you by pressing a thick finger all the way inside you. Even his goddamn hand was big, and the stretch was heavenly. 

“Fuck, baby,” Joel breathed. “You feel tight on my finger.”

You wrapped one hand around Tommy’s shaft, guiding it now between your lips, and slid your mouth halfway down his length.

“You can do better’n that,” Joel admonished, and Tommy pressed himself forward into you. You sucked him down until he bumped against the back of your throat, and you felt your eyes starting to water and your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. Even then he wasn’t all the way in, your palm still circling the base. But Tommy didn’t seem to mind. He looked down on you with pupils blown to black, brow creased in concentration. A rough, low moan escaped his lips.

“That’s a good girl,” Joel murmured approvingly. He slid another finger inside of you, his thumb working in earnest now against your clit.

You began to bob your lips up and down on Tommy’s cock, moving in time to the push of Joel’s fingers into your slick center. You knew you were being sloppy but you couldn’t help it, your mouth smearing down the silken skin, moans humming in your throat. You couldn’t believe how close you were already, and your hips rocked involuntarily against Joel’s hand.

Joel laughed, low and guttural behind your ear. “Tommy, I do believe she’s about to come already. Do you think we should let ‘er?”

“Fuck,” Tommy moaned, as you slid down his length again. “Let’s see if she can take all of me, Joel.” You pulled up again, letting the gathered spit drip out of your mouth and slick down the sides of him, then drove your mouth down even lower. You swallowed against his length, trying to pull him still deeper, as tears started to trickle from the corners of your eyes. Finally your lips reached all the way to his base and your nose nuzzled into his dark curls. You could only hold there for a moment before gagging, and Tommy eased your head back until your lips pulled free of him with an audible pop.

Joel sped up for you, fucking his fingers in and out you and pressing harder against your clit. The pleasure was blooming outward, a golden wave that spread up and out to fill the entire bowl of your pelvis. Then it reached its white-hot crescendo, and you were shaking and crying out.

You slumped back for a moment against Joel, catching your breath. In front of you Tommy was fisting himself as he looked hungrily down at you, his hand sliding through the coating of spit you’d left on him.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Joel shifted under you and pulled his hand free. You felt the emptiness where his fingers had been acutely, as he unbuttoned his jeans and zipped down his fly. 

“Yes, please, yes,” you mewled. He pulled his cock loose and it slapped up against the small of your back.

Joel laid a hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you gently downward. “On your knees, baby.” You started to slide from his lap and Tommy grabbed you by the shoulders, easily taking your weight and easing you down to all fours on the carpet.

You twisted your head to look over your shoulder as Joel knelt behind you. Your eyes widened as you took him in— Jesus, every part of this man was broad, the shape of his sex lengthy and thick even with his big hand wrapped firmly around the base.

And then there was the look on his face, which made your whole body contract with heat.

His cheeks flushed, his jaw clenched, his pupils wide and black and pinned fiercely on you.

With one hand on your hip he shifted you forward, and you felt him sliding his head against your entrance and gathering your slick. He tugged you backward as he pushed, starting to sink inside you. The stretch of him was overwhelming and you cried out, your arms shaking underneath you.

Tommy came down to his knees in front of you and reached out to gently grasp your head, one hand cupped around your jaw. He tilted you upward to look into his face. His eyes on you were thirsty but kind, and with one finger he stroked along your cheek.

“You got this, sugar. You can take him just fine,” he murmured, as Joel thrust himself deeper and you felt the breathtaking fullness of him. With a low groan he pushed himself home, until you could feel the stab of his tip against your cervix and the press of his thighs against yours.

“There y’go, baby.” Tommy smiled down at you as Joel began to roll his hips. You could hear yourself whimpering, the sensations whipsawing from bliss to pain and back again. He moved slowly at first and the drag of him through your body left you reeling.

“Jesus, baby,” Joel grunted out, as he drove his hips forward into you. “Knew that pussy would feel so good.” He gathered speed, using your hips for leverage to push himself somehow even deeper.

Tommy, still holding your face with one hand, took his dick in the other. He rubbed a finger along your lips and you parted for him, then he angled himself down until his tip was brushing against your mouth. He was gentle, so gentle, as he slid himself into you.

Then the snap of Joel’s hips behind you pushed you into Tommy, your mouth filling with his thickness. Joel pulled back and your mouth pulled almost clear of Tommy’s cock; Joel slammed into you and your lips glided back down the shaft.

You were like a rubber band pulled taught between the two men, being tugged back and forth. Tommy’s hand around your jaw, soft and strong, held you in place at one end. Joel’s hand on your hip, pulling you relentlessly down onto him, anchored you at the other. In between you were all sensation and heat, fullness and fire.

You almost didn’t even feel the orgasm coming, it overpowered you so quickly and definitively. Joel’s unremitting thrusts were hitting somewhere inside you where pleasure and pain were bound up together. The feeling was almost unbearable until it wasn’t— until the wave reached its peak and came crashing down through you, an ecstatic cascade of feeling. You could feel the sharp-edged contractions all through your core, and everything else blurring around you.

Joel didn’t slow his pace for you— in fact, he sped up into the pulse of your release.

Your limbs were trembling, and you felt yourself falling forward. Tommy’s arm was there to catch you, grabbing you by one shoulder before you collapsed to the ground. You leaned your weight into him and your lips sunk down around his length hungrily until you could feel him in your throat.

“That’s it, sugar,” Tommy groaned. “Takin’ me so well, you’re gonna make me come.” You felt his hips buck forward against you, then he pulled himself loose. He gripped his shaft with one hand while still holding you up with the other, and stroked his cock once, twice, three times— before erupting across your face. His cum streaked down your cheeks and your parted lips as he let out a rough moan.

You could feel Joel approaching his own finish. His thrusts into you grew disorganized and curses spilled from his lips. Only a few seconds after Tommy finished, Joel pulled abruptly out and then his hot seed was striping across your ass and the backs of your thighs. The sound he made as he spilled onto you was guttural, animal.

Both men released their grips on you and you found yourself sinking down to your belly on the carpet. You lay there and listened to the hammering of your heart in your chest. You felt like you might never move again. And that was just fine with you.

Tommy was the first to get up, after catching his breath for a couple minutes. You heard him walking into your kitchen, his boots clapping against the tile.

Jesus— were you all still wearing shoes? Hard to believe when you’d just been so thoroughly fucked.

Joel stood up with a groan and followed Tommy. You listened to the two of them— the sound of water running in the sink, the squeak of your paper towel holder. Muffled voices and then laughter. A satisfied smile stretched across your face at sound of the two brothers cleaning themselves up after dicking you down together.

You had just pulled up to your knees when they walked back out to the living room. Their pants were re-fastened, shirts tucked in, and it looked like Joel had splashed his face with water and combed his hair back. Both of them were carrying damp paper towels.

Tommy knelt beside you first. “Here, sugar,” he breathed, holding your chin as he carefully cleaned his spend from your face. “Looks beautiful on you, but I’d better be a gentleman and clean you up.” The corners of his eyes crinkled with a warm smile.

Joel dragged his towel up the backside of your legs. The chill of it was delicious on your overheated skin. A little too delicious maybe, as you felt a throb between your thighs at his touch. You wondered for an idle second if you could go another round, but you knew it was a bad idea. Another round of that would probably kill all three of you.

The two of them helped you to your feet, and you were once again painfully aware of your near-nakedness. Joel's eyes slid down the bare lines of your skin.

“Sorry ‘bout your dress,” he said.

You looked at him, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“No you’re not,” you replied.

“No, I’m not,” he agreed wryly.

You walked them over to the door, standing just to the side to avoid giving any neighbors in the hallway an eyeful. Just before he stepped over the threshold, Tommy ducked his head and planted a delicate kiss on your temple. His lips were wonderfully soft.

You looked up to see Joel watching, jaw clenched.

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[bastardmandennis]

only angel pt. 2 (joel miller x fem! reader)

Previously on only angel... You catch your boyfriend Tommy cheating on you at a party. His brother Joel takes you home.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT, literally pure smut that's it. afab reader, no y/n, lots of pet names, unspecified age gap, pre/no outbreak, crying (a little bit sexually), oral (f receiving), semi-cucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). uh. dirty talk, Joel being a MENACE, slight breeding kink, creampie (obvi). i think that's it but if i forgot something lmk! once again tommy defenders dni

A/N: surprise! happy friday!! ik i said sunday but i couldn't wait (sorry). pls enjoy 3k words of just pure smutty smut. glad my anti tommy propaganda is working. xoxo

“Joel,” you whisper. Like Tommy could somehow hear you through the phone, like he knows what you’re doing here with his brother. Joel hums against your collarbone and you shudder. The irritating ringtone blares out into the kitchen and honestly–it’s really harshing your buzz. “Joel,” you say, more insistent this time, and he pulls off your neck with a light pop. “Ignore it,” he murmurs. He looks wrecked, eyes wide and hair wild. You stroke the small bare patch in his beard and the smile he gives you makes you want to forget about everything right now, not just Tommy.

“You wanna come inside?”

The surprise you feel at Joel’s quick agreement is overshadowed by something else, a lingering pulse of want that you can’t ignore anymore. So you don’t, stumbling out of the truck to unlock the door with him right on your heels. Fuck it.

He follows you into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his broad chest. You’re drawn to him like a magnet, a need to get as close to him as physically possible. His legs fall open and you move closer, fiddling with the hem of his worn t-shirt. It’s soft and practically see-through from years of washes. You think about stealing it from him later.

“You okay?” he asks quietly. 

Are you okay? Honestly…yeah, you think so. It’s not ideal, obviously, to catch your boyfriend cheating on you so blatantly, so publicly, but then you think about Tommy, really think, and you realize you’re not as bothered by his betrayal as you should be. Maybe this is just the kick in the ass you need to move on, as shitty as it is.

Joel’s eyes never leave your face as you think, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. He looks even better in your house than he did at the party, somehow. There’s something so sweet and domestic about just standing here with him in your kitchen, no expectations, and you realize you’re more comfortable with him, a man you’d just met, in a way you hadn’t felt with Tommy at all in the few months you’d been together. A stray tear makes its way down your cheek–a happy one, this time.

“Yeah, I think so,” you finally say, throat tight, and then his hand is coming up to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“No more tears, angel, c’mon. He’s not worth it.” 

“And you are?” you ask, so quiet you think he didn’t hear you. His grip tightens, smushing your cheeks together in his hand as your jaw clenches.

And then he’s moving closer, leaning in like he’s going to finally kiss you but then–

His breath swirls near the shell of your ear and you can’t help but shiver. 

“Why don’t you tell me?” he says. And then his hands are dropping from your jaw, dropping to your ass to pull you even closer. You can feel him getting hard, even through his jeans, and the realization makes you whine loudly. You’re so wet already, have been since you saw him at the party if you’re being honest, know that you’re soaking through your panties already and he hasn’t even done anything.

“Need to hear you say it,” he gruffs. “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes, fuck, please–” and that’s all he needs, surging against you with a bruising kiss. It’s hot and messy and so good and then he drags his thigh in between your legs, letting you rut against him in search of friction.

“So fuckin’ pretty. This all for me, angel?” His mouth drops to your neck, kissing and nipping his way down to the low neckline of your dress and you moan.

“Ye–ah–yes Joel yes, please.” You sound desperate, fucked out, and he hasn’t even touched you. You reach your hand down to try to open his jeans but he grabs your wrist, stopping the movement.

He ignores your protest and pulls your hand back up to kiss your open palm. “Are you–” 

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m gonna have to go finish the job myself.” His eyes darken and he pulls you into another kiss. It’s messy, bruising, so desperate as he runs his tongue against the seam of your lips. His hands ruck the sides of your dress up, pulling back to watch as his hands play with the frilly white panties you’re wearing.

His groan is so low and deep you can feel it vibrate through your whole body, moving his hips slowly against you. His hands move back and forth over the little bow on the front, dipping in briefly to feel the skin underneath and then resuming their movements around your thighs, ass, any bare skin he can reach. It’s maddening and teasing and you need more, now–

And then your phone rings.

You pull away, dread settling in your chest when you hear the stupid cartoon song, the one that Tommy picked out for himself, the one he thought was so funny. What the hell did you ever see in him? Joel is unbothered, sucking harsh bruises into the side of your neck, biting and soothing the skin there with his tongue just as quickly. You’re lost in the feeling of his hot mouth on you and then you hear it.

Your fucking phone rings again.

“Joel,” you whisper. Like Tommy could somehow hear you through the phone, like he somehow knows what you’re doing here with his brother. Joel hums against your collarbone and you shudder. The irritating ringtone blares out into the kitchen and honestly–it’s really harshing your buzz.

“Joel,” you say, more insistent this time, and he pulls off your neck with a light pop.

“Ignore it,” he murmurs. He looks wrecked, eyes wide and hair wild. You stroke the small bare patch in his beard and the smile he gives you makes you want to forget about everything right now, not just Tommy.

The phone rings for the third time, and with a low growl Joel grabs it and shoves it in your open hand. He spins you around, pressing you down against the kitchen island, knocking his legs into yours to slot himself in between them. The denim of his jeans is rough on your skin, but you push back anyway, trying to feel the solid press of his body against you. 

“Answer it,” he whispers in your ear. “Go on, let ’im hear how good I’m treatin’ ya.”

You clear your throat and answer the still ringing phone, but before you can say anything you hear Tommy’s slurred voice on the other end, stumbling over his words almost as fast as he can say them. 

“Where are ya, honey, was uh, was looking for you. Y-you gotta take me hooome. Think I’m fucked up,” he giggles, and the sound of an answering feminine laugh in the background turns your stomach. 

He’s still babbling as Joel runs his hands over your back, gripping your hips before lifting the hem of your dress back up. His warm hands run over your back again, slowly and soothingly, and you’re suddenly so irritated at Tommy’s whining in the background, so done–but when you reach out to hang up, Joel stops you. His grip is ironclad around your wrist, twisting your arm around to pin it behind your back, to hold you in place. He grinds himself into you slow and dirty and the moan that falls out of you is surprising–you weren’t usually this noisy during sex. Or maybe that’s just sex with Tommy, bad sex, your mind supplies. 

“Don’t,” he says. “He needs to hear this, hear how good I’m gonna fuck you right here in the kitchen. You like that, huh? So sensitive ’n I’m not even doin’ anything, fuck me.” He pushes you down harder against the counter. The granite feels good against your overheated cheek. All you can do is roll your hips back helplessly, searching for friction, anything to soothe the ache. 

And then his hand is snaking around to the front of your dress, snapping the waistband of your panties against you before pushing his hand down further, to your soaking pussy. He whistles when he feels the slick there practically running down your thighs and presses himself closer, until his denim-covered cock is pressed right against your ass. He spins you around again and the hard edge of the counter bites into your spine but all you can think is Joel Joel Joel as he touches you.

A moan tears itself from your throat when he finally reaches your swollen clit, rubbing once, twice, three times before he’s moving again, lowering himself to his knees in front of you. You’ve just about tuned out Tommy’s drunken rambling–it’s always the same thing, how liberals are ruining the economy, Reagan was right, blah blah–but then you realize that he’s finally stopped talking.

“Y’there?” he asks. He has the nerve to sound annoyed, like whatever bullshit he heard from the weirdos on Facebook means anything to you right now. Or ever. 

“Ye–ah, oh shit Jo–” you stop yourself before you fully say his name, but Joel looks up from between your legs like the devil, wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Lemme show him how a real man’s s’pposed to treat a woman.” 

He presses a finger into you slowly, pinning you in place against the counter with his other hand when you try to push yourself back. His middle finger pumps in and out slowly, carefully, letting his hand brush your clit randomly. The squelch is obnoxiously loud, louder even than both of your panting breaths and you can barely hear Tommy sputter, “Wha-are you with someone right now?”

You can’t answer, wouldn’t even if you wanted to, and then Joel pushes another finger in, so thick and solid and hooking them just right, dragging another low whine out of you when he removes them completely. The amount of slick stringing between his fingers is obscene, but when he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean you can’t tear your eyes away.

It’s all you can do to keep yourself standing, shifting as Joel mouths sloppy kisses up your thighs, licking a broad stripe up before placing a featherlight kiss on your clit. He ignores you when you whine, backs away when you pull at his hair to try and get him closer.

“No, angel, c’mon,” he mumbles. “He needs to hear this. Better yet, why don’t I take a picture for him right now? Let him see your pretty pussy drippin’ all over me, just beggin’ for me to fill her up.” You moan, and you can feel his wicked smile against your thigh.

“Y’like that, sweetheart? Gonna let me fuck you, wanna hear all your pretty moans. Not for him though, he doesn’t deserve it after–Christ–after that.”

His fingers never stop pumping in and out of you, leaning in to lick at your clit lazily and it’s too much and not enough at all but soon enough you find yourself teetering on the edge of pleasure. He grunts when he feels you tighten around his fingers.

“You close, sweet girl? Come on, let me hear you. Sound so fuckin’ pretty, lettin’ me put my fingers in ya. Gonna let me put my cock in this tight little pussy, stretch you out 'til you come all over me? Come on my fingers 'n then I’ll give it to you, promise, you’re almost there angel.”

The pleasure builds and builds and then–you tip over, legs shaking as a gush of cum runs down his still-moving fingers. Another groan gets caught in your throat and when you finally open your eyes Joel’s just sitting there, looking up at you with a smirk on his face. The whole lower half of his face is covered in your slick, shining in the low light of the kitchen, and you pull at his shirt until he stands and crowds you against the counter again. 

He grabs your face with his slick-covered hand, pulling you into another rough kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it sends you into a frenzy, threading your hands through the hair curling up at the back of his head and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You’re about to drop to your knees and return the favor when you hear more sputtering from the phone on the counter and realize Tommy is still on the phone. Not that he’s ever been the sharpest tool in the shed, but Jesus, you think, take a hint.

Before you can say anything Joel grabs it, grunting out a quick she’s busy and attempting to hang up, but not before you hear Tommy finally register who’s here with you, the indignant wha–Joel?! that cuts out when Joel hangs up and tosses your phone into the corner.

“That wasn’t nice,” you tease, reaching for his belt buckle. He grunts when you dip your hand under the waistband to palm at his heavy cock.

“Never said I was,” he drawls, inhaling sharply when you run your thumb over his leaking tip. He thrusts up lazily into your hand once, twice, and then he’s gripping your wrist.

“Keep doin’ that and it’ll be over before it even starts,” he grits out. He uses the grip on your wrist to tug you closer, presses a quick peck on your lips before he’s crowding you against the counter. You widen your legs automatically and he nips the back of your neck, baring his teeth when you whine.

“So greedy,” he murmurs. “He’s not takin’ care of you, is he?” You shake your head as best as you can facedown against the granite, and he tuts. 

“Figures,” he says. “Don’t worry, ’m gonna take care of you.” He runs his hand through your slick, ignoring the way your hips chase after his hand, and uses it to jack himself once, twice, lubing himself up. Your face burns at the sound and then he presses the wide head of his cock up to where you’re waiting and ready for him and you forget all about being embarrassed.

“Please, Joel,” you mumble. “Want you.”

He presses in slowly, just the tip at first, staring down at where you’re connected.

“Takin’ me so well already,” he says. “Wanna–ah shit–wanna live in this pussy. Whose is it?” He pulls back, drawing himself all the way out and you’re so empty, hands reaching back to try to find any purchase on his skin, to get him even closer.

“Yours, Joel, fuck, ’s all yours,” you whine. You suck in a deep breath and then he moves, fucking himself into you slowly, his hand pressing the back of your neck to keep you down and all you can do is lay there and take it.

He feels so big like this, angling himself to hit just the right spot on each slow drag out. He leans forward even more, swearing and pressing the full weight of his body on top of yours. You can barely breathe but it’s worth it, really, for the way his cock fills you up, the sound of his balls slapping your ass echoing the room on each thrust.

You wedge a hand in between the counter to try to reach your throbbing clit and he slaps it away with a low growl, rubbing quick little circles that have your muscles locking and toes curling.

“Didn’t ya hear me?” Joel asks, a little mean now. His thrusts get slower, deeper, more devastating as he kisses your cervix with each slow push in. “This is my pussy now, right? So who gets to make her come?”

“You, you, only you Joel, just you,” you’re babbling, tears streaming down your cheeks and pooling onto the counter below you as his hand drops from your clit to feel where you’re stretched around him, slick covering his cock and your thighs.

“’S right,” he says. “Good girl, look at you takin’ me so well. So tight, fuckin’–gonna let me fill you up, angel? Let me fuck a baby into you, yeah, gonna walk around all swollen with my baby inside ya, let everyone know who you belong to? Shit–gonna make me a daddy again?”

Your head is spinning and he grinds himself deep into you, slapping your clit lightly and then you’re gone, feeling yourself tighten around him as he groans and all you can do is mumble fuck yes Joel Joel Joel yes as you come down slowly. You can feel him throbbing, growing even harder inside you and despite the sensitivity you want him to keep going, want to feel him deep inside you days after.

“Joel c’mon, fuck me f-uck, want you to come inside me, want everyone to know I’m yours, not T–”

His hand clamps around your mouth and he groans, shoving himself once, twice, three times before he’s shooting hot ropes of come deep inside, fucking it even deeper into your waiting womb. He pulls out his softening cock with a low groan, watching his come drip out before he’s reaching down and pressing it back into your swollen cunt until you clamp your thighs together and whine too much.

Joel presses a kiss to the side of your head, running his hands up and down your arms soothingly. “Y’alright now, angel?”

You’re tired, fucked out and blissful in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. You know you’ll have bruises tomorrow, from the counter and his hands, but you don’t even mind. You run your hand through his sweaty hair, tugging at the curls by the nape of his neck. He nips playfully at the skin of your arm and you giggle.

“I’m good,” you say. “No place I’d rather be.”

His smile is sweet, almost shy as he nods over to whatever corner of the room your (probably broken) phone is laying in now.

“I’ll fix it for ya tomorrow, promise.”

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[changedmyminditsnicehere]

I finally wrote and posted the rugby smut on AO3 and then was promptly so busy I did not have the time to sit down and put it on tumblr, even though I wrote it for tumblr. Anyway, I have successfully written 3k of mostly meandering about the logistics of post-team-sports showers and a little bit of sex. It's my first ever time trying to write something smutty so please be gentle with me

Inspired by @softest-punk and @janimoon, and their genius thinking on rugby shorts and Hob's thighs, thank you and I hope you don't mind me tagging you!

EDIT: Here's the AO3 link as well!

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People assumed that, given his fashion and career choices, Morpheus was a chaotically artistic person. The opposite could not have been more true. At all times, Morpheus was meticulously considering and planning how he might respond to any potential situations that might arise. That these situations and his responses might not be what the average person planned for was not his problem. 

However, Gods alone knew how, he had neglected to prepare for his current position. As situations went, it was far from the most complex he had ever considered; nothing quite so difficult as the corners he had written himself out, or dilemmas he had put down on the page which had made many of his readers take to social media to yell at him directly.  It was not that it was even that unusual a situation. If he was being honest with himself, Morpheus had fantasised, repeatedly, about this exact moment for approximately five years, so in truth he could blame nobody but himself for failing to come up with a concrete plan of action.

The situation was thus: Hob had returned from rugby practice. Had returned, having forsaken the communal showers in the club building in favour of his own private shower.

This was not a new state of affairs. It had in fact happened nearly every week for their entire acquaintance. This was, however, the first week that such an event had taken place and Morpheus had had permission, nay, even encouragement to look. And not just to look, but to touch. There was indeed such a wealth of possible actions that Morpheus found himself instead frozen, unable to run through any single plan and its potential pathways before Hob’s continued presence in front of him wiped it from his mind.

Hob was still flushed from exertion, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. He was breathing heavily from the training and the speed of his walk home. The park was barely two minutes away from their flat. It was the whole reason they had taken the place, though combining a trainee teacher salary and a book deal to cover the rent had been a difficult decision. At the time, Morpheus had struggled over whether the pleasance of the accommodation, and the chance to make Hob happy, was worth the extra money. He was now considering every penny of it considerably well spent. Hob bent to take off his trainers, shirt rising up as he crouched, and a droplet of sweat ran down the narrow of his back. Morpheus was now convinced he had never spent money better.

Hob loved rugby, its focus on strength and speed and physicality, in comparison to the ‘tricksy’ footwork Hob stated was required in football. A blunt force object, he always called himself laughing. Morpheus, having not participated in a team sport since it was no longer a GCSE requirement, could not possibly have commented. 

Morpheus loved rugby for another reason. A reason he was currently looking at. Rugby shorts are… short. Very short. And Hob's arse was breath-taking. It needed no real assistance to be so. Hob looked good in even the most unflattering trousers he refused to throw out because they were not yet utterly inappropriate in public and thus ‘perfectly fine, don’t be precious’. Clad in tight, white shorts, well, Morpheus could write odes to Hob's arse, to its roundness, the way he could see his muscles shifting as Hob moved from unlacing one shoe to the other, how the fabric seemed to cup his arse cheeks in a way that made Morpheus’ palms itch to do the same.

As Hob moved to stand, spinning back towards Morpheus, Morpheus encountered a new problem. Though seeing Hob’s lovely smiling face, flushed with pleasure from a good training session would have been enough to sustain him for decades at any other moment, he was now discovering that the shorts were not only tight but also clearly made of an inferior fabric. In other words, slightly see through. Even once the fabric should have cut in, preventing Morpheus from ogling his flatmate (now boyfriend)’s crotch, the shorts left nothing to the imagination. Morpheus could count the individual hairs on Hob’s thighs.

Hob’s thighs have always been wider than his own. Though they were of a height, sharing trousers could only ever result in Morpheus looking like a toddler in baggy trousers, no matter how well they fit on Hob. Hob wasn't muscular in the permanently dehydrated way Hollywood movies seemed to think people ought to be, and Morpheus was eternally grateful. Rippling six-packs and full body waxing could never achieve the same level of delicious tactility that Morpheus had discovered during their occasional evenings of necking on the couch. Hob’s thighs were warm, plush, with enough weight for Morpheus to really sink his fingers into, to curve his hands around and pull them closer, could feel the roughness of his hair, wind his fingers into it, anchor himself closer and closer to Hob. That thick, dark hair was currently plastered with sweat into swirling patterns which Morpheus wanted to follow with his tongue. 

It slowly dawned on Morpheus that he had not yet greeted his boyfriend. That he had in fact been standing in complete silence, a mug of cooling tea in hand, gawking. He dragged his eyes up from Hob's thighs to his face, saw the laughter in his eyes and felt himself flush. 

Hob clearly felt no such bashfulness. He grinned at Morpheus, before spinning into what he clearly considered a comical pin-up pose, hips swivelled and arse pushed out, fluttering his eyelashes over his shoulder. Morpheus did not have enough blood going north to find it funny. Gathering the wits to place his mug down on the entrance table first, he found himself striding towards Hob, almost slamming into him as he reached up to tangle his fingers in Hob’s hair and kissed him so forcefully they overbalanced. Hob just caught himself with his arms against the wall. Morpheus barely cared, except for the way the force of it made Hob gasp and open his mouth so Morpheus could lick his way inside. He could feel the heat still coming off Hob’s body and the sweat still sticking through his hair and he wanted more. He wanted Hob sweaty and hot because of him, he wanted to feel the heat of Hob's skin against his own.

Before Hob had the chance to recover and enfold his unexpectedly passionate boyfriend in an embrace, Morpheus was moving. He folded, knees hitting the floor and hands sliding down Hob's body. He looked up at Hob, at his open face, the way his breath was already coming more roughly and smiled. He couldn’t help kissing the backs of Hob’s hands where they hung, still reaching for him. This was all still new. Daily, Morpheus was honoured and overwhelmed by the ease with which Hob reached out to touch him, with which he showed how much he wanted to be near him, to make him feel good. Morpheus wanted to return the favour, to touch Hob with the same confidence Hob touched him. 

He ran his hands up and down Hob’s thighs, delighting in the feeling of hair beneath his hands. He found himself distracted by the sensation of Hob’s wiry hair. Leaning in slowly and deliberately, he breathed in the scent of sweat and grass and Hob. He pushed closer, rubbing his face into the crotch of Hob’s shorts. He could feel the sweat still on Hob’s shorts gathered in the soft join between Hob’s body and his thigh, and found himself rubbing his face in harder, coating himself in that warm, cedar scent that always surrounded Hob. Hob stuttered out “Fuck, Morpheus. That’s a hell of a welcome my love...” 

Hob’s hand came down, cupping Morpheus’ cheek softly. Morpheus looked up through his eyelashes, soft smile turning devilish as he stuck his tongue out just a tiny bit, just to lick  at the crease of his thigh and groin where the scent was the strongest. Absently, he reached a bit further, licking a broad stroke across the growing bulge in Hob’s shorts. Hob jerked at the action, inadvertently crushing Morpheus’ face into his hardening cock.

Mouth still open, Morpheus shocked himself with how loudly he moaned, unexpectedly close just from the strength in Hob’s hand holding him there, trapped in the overwhelming feeling of Hob all around him, his scent, his taste. “Fuck, Morpheus. You liked that, didn’t you baby?” Hob panted. He twisted his grip carefully, holding the back of Morpheus’ head, and used his leverage to push Morpheus more directly into his crotch, rubbing his face directly over his cock as it hardened fully. Hob was gentle at first, keeping his hold light enough that Morpheus could easily jerk out. As Morpheus only whined louder he tightened his grip, smearing his crotch over Morpheus’ face. Morpheus felt his hips jerk without any conscious thought on his part. Hob widened his stance, bending one knee up so he could wedge a beautiful, muscular leg between Morpheus’ knees. Morpheus could only groan, keeping his mouth open, tongue out to taste the sweat and the area where Hob’s sweat mingled with a new dampness. 

Morpheus brought his hands back up, cupping Hob’s cock in his shorts before creeping his fingers up to Hob’s waistband. He pulled his shorts down slowly, nuzzling into hot skin as it was exposed. He somehow hadn’t calculated for the moment when Hob was fully freed and his cock sprung up, nearly slapping him in the face. Morpheus couldn’t help but pull back slightly, eyes darting up to Hob in shock, who looked briefly horrified before his face scrunched up, trying unsuccessfully to hold back giggles. Morpheus glared.

“Oh, don’t look like that duck.”, Hob said, doing a bad job of hiding the laughter in his voice. He brought a hand to Morpheus’s face again, rubbing a thumb against his lower lip where it pouted out in annoyance at his boyfriend’s refusal to be serious in the face of his attempt at seduction. “You just look so affronted.” Hob kept rubbing against Morpheus’ lip, but the amusement was being overtaken by a deeper heat. “You have to tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?” Morpheus nodded, the action making Hob pull his lower lip down more, thumb slipping into his mouth. “Good boy.” Hob sounded very out of breath. “If your mouth is too full to talk, tap my thigh? Okay?” Morpheus nodded again, trying to take Hob’s thumb into his mouth so he could suck at it properly. Hob nodded jerkily in response, visibly gathering himself. Morpheus sucked hard on Hob’s thumb and Hob let out another murmured swear.

He didn’t pull Morpheus back into his crotch right away, instead sliding his thumb back out of Morpheus mouth and using the other hand to drag his cock across Morpheus’ lower lip. Morpheus peeked his tongue out as the head of Hob’s cock passed across his lips, mouth falling open as he tasted Hob, warm and salty and promising. Hob cursed as he jerked forwards. His cock slid across Morpheus’ face, as he pushed Morpheus properly into his crotch, grinding his face into the warmest part of himself, where he smelt most strongly of himself. Morpheus took the opportunity to gather mouthfuls of Hob, sucking desperately on the soft warm skin, lathing his tongue against the hair as Hob rutted on his face and he rutted against Hob’s leg. 

“Fuck, Morpheus. So distracting.” Hob wrapped his fingers around Morpheus’ hair just as Morpheus got a good mouthful of flesh and sucked hard. Hob groaned. “One day. One day I should just keep you down there. See if you can get off on my leg while I hold you down, get you really dirty, covered in my sweat, my come.” Morpheus was beginning to wonder why they didn’t just switch do that. If the way he could feel himself shaking was anything to go by, it would be a very successful plan.

But Hob pulled him away, and he obligingly let go of his mouthful and looked up to Hob in anticipation. He had sucked Hob off before, but it hadn’t been like this. They had been in bed, after a long and careful discussion, and Hob had let Morpheus have complete control, holding Hob down by his hips and carefully licking along his length, both still cautious in the newness of their relationship. That had been soft, gentle, adoring. As Morpheus stared up at Hob, feeling the arousal of anticipation make his hips shudder nearly as much as the feeling of Hob’s strong shin against his crotch, he felt no less adored. Looking at the heat in Hob’s eyes, even as his hands carefully wound into his hair, he felt more than that, he felt exalted. He dropped his mouth open, tongue sticking out in readiness. 

Hob clenched his hands and pulled him forwards, feeding his cock into his mouth ever so slowly. He didn’t stop until Morpheus couldn’t breath, couldn’t focus on anything other than the sensation of Hob’s prick pressing against the back of his throat, the way his mouth watered, the stretch of his lips around Hob’s cock. He looked up, pushing his tongue up, feeling the warm flesh pulse in response. Hob smiled down at him, somehow beautiful even as new droplets of sweat gathered at his hairline and Morpheus could only scrunch his eyes up in response. Hob took a deep breath, “Okay, darling, I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Remember the signal if you need me to stop.” 

He pulled his hips back and snapped in. It was all Morpheus could do to hold himself up, cradled between Hob’s palms, and suck the occasional breath in when Hob pulled back. Saliva dribbled down his chin and he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. Hob kept up a stream of dirty talk even as he panted, clearly nearing his own edge. “Fuck. Look at you. On your knees for me. Covered in my sweat. Going to cover you in my come too, dirty you up. So pristine, you are, all the time. So together. God, who would think it, looking at you now. Filthy, filthy little slut you are. My slut. My darling.” 

Morpheus groaned around Hob’s cock. He could feel heat zinging down his spine, along his ribs. He wasn’t going to last. Hob groaned in response, curving over Morpheus. He was no longer pushing into Morpheus’s throat in long, steady strokes. His hips stuttered as he reached his climax and Morpheus gathered what was left of his wits, pushing his tongue up into Hob’s flesh in an attempt to coax him on. “Oh fuck, Morpheus, I’m going to come. I wanna, fuck, I want to come on your face.” Morpheus let out a whine so desperate he shocked even himself, though Hob managed to interpret it as agreement.

Hob pushed Morpheus down onto his cock one last time before pulling out, holding Morpheus’ back by his hair with one hand as he came, wiping his cock across Morpheus’s face, getting come in his hair, over his eyelids, his nose, his lips. He pushed his still pulsing cock back into Morpheus’ mouth and Morpheus suckled desperately as it let out a last few jets of saltiness. Morpheus’ hands fluttered to his own crotch, desperate for more pressure, body too overwhelmed to rut against Hob’s leg with the coordination he so desperately needed to come. He groaned as he curved his hand around his cock, able to feel how wet he was even through his jeans. 

“Go on darling, get your beautiful cock out for me.” Hob encouraged. Morpheus didn’t have to be told twice. He scrabbled with his fly, pulling his cock out and stripping it desperately as Hob held him by the hair, wiping his face across his crotch, rubbing his come into Morpheus’ skin. “Oh fuck, Morpheus.” Hob dropped to his knees and Morpheus whined at the loss of his warm safe space, hidden in Hob’s crotch. Hob was quick to silence him, diving into a kiss, uncaring of the come and sweat on Morpheus’ face, pushing him down onto the floor and taking over from Morpheus’ uncoordinated hand, pulling his cock roughly. “Come on, my beautiful dream, I want to hear you scream when you come, I want you to get us both dirty.” He stroked Morpheus quickly, roughly and suddenly Morpheus was coming, breathy ahs becoming something like a scream, heat thundering through him as he came all over Hob’s hand and his own t-shirt.

Hob collapsed onto the floor next to him, rolling him on top of himself, uncaring of the come now dirtying both their shirts. Morpheus found the energy to tuck his nose into Hob’s neck, sniffling with the force of his orgasm. Hob stroked his back and murmured low, comforting things. “There you go, there you go dear, my darling.” Morpheus huffed deep breaths of Hob, slowly coming back to himself with the scent of Hob’s cologne and sweat, old and new. His body felt exhausted and his mouth felt used, stretched and salty with the taste of come and, he realised with embarrassment, tears. “Fuck, Morpheus”, Hob pulled him tighter into himself, holding his head into his neck and stroking his back more firmly as he shivered. He fought to control his breathing. "Are you okay? You'd let me know if I did anything you didn’t like, wouldn't you?"

“I am. Okay. That was… a lot.” He croaked, flushing as he realised how clearly his voice bore the marks of what they’ve just done, then flushing further at how ridiculous it feels to be embarrassed by that, as he lies there, cock out, on top of his boyfriend in their hallway, covered in come and sweat and tears. The sudden jolt of arousal was almost painful and only just ignominious.

“A good a lot?” Hob prompted, sounding more unsure than Morpheus thought he had any right to given Morpheus's aforementioned state.

"Mmm. Very good a lot."

"I'm glad. I hope I wasn't too rough. I just, god, the way you look on your knees Morpheus. Makes me want to dirty you up. Make you mine."

Morpheus could not possibly get hard again, and he focused on telling his cock this, firmly.

"I wanted that. Wanted to be covered in you. To make you dirty with me."

"Fuck, Morpheus. I cannot get it up again right now."

Hob sounded like he was in genuine pain. Morpheus snickered into his neck.

"When you came in from rugby, you were… very attractive to me."

"I was a sweaty mess my love."

"Yes.  You were. I liked it. I wanted you to be like that for me. Because of me. I wanted to feel your sweat on my skin, to hear you pant because of me. To know that I was the reason you were so well… exercised. I wanted to taste your sweat, to know what it would feel like to be surrounded by you."

"Fucking hell, you absolute menace." Hob thunked his head on the ground, hips jolting just once. They lay together in silence for a little while longer. 

Just as Morpheus was beginning to consider suggesting they moved, as much because of the feeling of the cooling kitchen air on his exposed cock as because of his consideration for Hob's joints, Hob perked his head up.

"You should come watch me play, next time. See me in action. I think I could put on a good show for you. And.. " he trailed off, eyes sparkling.

"And?" Morpheus prompted. Hob looked far too pleased with himself.

"And, I know where they keep the keys for the locker rooms after."

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #human au #the sandman

[freesia-writes]

Congratulations on the followers!! That's so awesome!! 😆😆

Could I ask for prompts 9 and 16 with my beloved Sergeant Hunter, please? 🥰🥰 Thank you so much!!

*whew* I needed to stop myself for this one! Might have to write a smutty continuation if the demand is there. ;)

Word Count: 3k Hunter x GN!Reader Content Warnings: wound care, PG-13 passion, nakey Hunter ;) thirsty inspiration from this drawing by @cloned-eyes

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#9 - You find an injured clone who was somehow (conveniently) left behind, thought dead, and instead falls under your care… and falls under your spell… ;)

#16 - "I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…"

HUNTER

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He groaned suddenly, rolling his head from one side to the other and startling you out of your drowsing. You sat up quickly, brushing the hair from your face and rising to your feet, at his side immediately. You were just in time to watch his large brown eyes open, fluttering a bit and roving the room quickly before focusing on you with a hawklike stare. With a sharp inhale, he tried to sit up, brow furrowed, a small grunt of pain escaping him as you put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Your ribs are cracked; you need to stay still for now,” you said softly, trying not to focus on the muscles rippling across his chest and the sensation of his sweaty bare skin under your palm. Some hair scattered across his forehead as he slowly laid back down with a wince.

“Where am I?” he croaked, and even after being unconscious for hours, the gravelly tone of his smooth voice sent shivers down your spine. What was wrong with you? It felt as though you’d never seen a man before, and you were starting to want to kick yourself for the absolutely ridiculous way you felt smitten for someone you’d only seen passed out. You couldn’t deny that you’d thoroughly enjoyed wrapping the large gash on his bicep, as well as the one on his thigh, and had been grateful that he hadn’t been awake to see you ogling his sculpted limbs while you treated his wounds.

“Uh, in my room…” you admitted, cringing a bit as his eyes flashed at you. “Sorry -- on Pantora. I was coming home from a late shift and found you in a clearing… It looked like something had blown up, maybe a ship? I thought you were dead, but when you had a pulse… I couldn’t leave you there.”

“I need a comm,” he answered abruptly, again trying to sit up, getting halfway propped on an elbow with a grimace. His free hand grasped at his side, chest heaving with the pain and effort of simply moving and breathing. “Where are the others?” 

“There were no others, at least not anywhere near you,” you said, holding a hand up in an attempt to soothe his apparent agitation. The dark tattoos across his face, chest, arms, and torso were mystifying -- as though he wanted his skeleton marked on the outside -- and you found yourself wondering if it went all the way… You shook your head to clear the thoughts and distracted yourself by answering him, “There’s a long-range transmitter in the local communication center that you can use, but if you move too much too soon, you’re going to cause more damage. I can send a message for you, if you’d like?” 

He scrutinized you, taking in your earnest face, noting the slight blush creeping across your cheeks, and suddenly sensing your elevated pulse and blood pressure. His brows furrowed, trying to discern the threat. Were you afraid of him? Were you malicious? He took a deep whiff, wincing again at the sharp pain that stabbed him in the side in response, and his eyes widened slightly at the pheromones that gave you away, although you were completely unaware. A tiny smirk teased the corner of his lips, but he said nothing of it. 

* * * 

You couldn’t discern a word of the message you sent, nor the one you received in reply, but the man nodded when you relayed the information to him. It had been a jumbled mess of words that made no sense at all, and you couldn’t resist asking about it as you brought a small bowl of soup into your room.

“We like to keep things… covert,” he answered cryptically, kindling your interest even further. 

Your tiny apartment left much to be desired, and you’d been sleeping on the couch. It had been a few days, and you wondered how long this would last. You’d offered to take him to the local infirmary, and had found yourself shockingly relieved when he declined. Instead, he informed you that he’d be picked up within the week. Something about a hyperdrive that you hadn’t really listened to, finding yourself distracted by the way a few hairs always seemed to dance across his forehead, held back by a red bandana with a skull on it. You chewed the side of your lip, wondering what it would be like to rake your fingers through that hair… And he suddenly chuckled out of the blue, snapping you out of your illicit daydreaming. You were clearly in a *mood*.

“What?” you asked innocently, angry at the blush that snuck onto your cheeks as though he had heard your thoughts out loud. 

“Oh, nothing,” he answered, setting the soup bowl to the side. He’d been able to sit up, and was propped up with all the pillows in your home, as well as some bundled blankets. 

“So secretive,” you mused, attempting a bit of playfulness to diffuse the tension you felt, “Are you even going to tell me your name? Or shall I call you Havoc 1 like your message?”

“Hunter,” came the silken reply, and you wondered if it were really his name or not. You echoed it quietly, relishing the way it rolled off your tongue. It had been a while since you’d been… intimate… and while you weren’t normally one to feel the craving spontaneously, this dark and broody stranger was fueling a fire within that you hadn’t felt in a long time. He was hitting every button you were an absolute sucker for -- strong man made vulnerable by injury, mysterious and alluring, and just the right mix of sharp and soft. You decided you might need to blow off some steam that night, if you could find some time alone… 

“Okay, Hunter,” you said, wondering why he was still smirking at you knowingly. Perhaps it was just his thing… But it still made you wonder. “I have another bacta injection for you, if you want to try it out. You might be able to stand after this one.” 

With a resigned huff, he leaned forward, pulling his shirt over his head with a stiff groan that made your dirty thoughts come flying back. He leaned to the side, reaching his arm forward to expose his side. You took the cap off of the syringe, looking at him apologetically as you placed a steadying hand on his ribs, a prickling sensation running up your arm at the feeling of his body heat. The injection was placed without a sound or movement from him, though you thought you could see the flash of a furrowed brow for a split second. He sat back, taking a slow, deep breath to test the waters, giving a small nod of approval. 

“And now, we wait…” you said, shrugging as though you were in it together. “Are you still hungry?” 

“I’m alright for now,” he answered, eyes scanning the bandage on his arm. “Though it might be time for a shower once I can get back on my feet.” He looked up to you as he said the last part, a fiendish glint in his eye that caught you off guard. Did he know what he was doing to you? You’d tried so hard to appear neutral around him. Or was he a pervert? The last thought came unbidden and unexpected, and you laughed out loud before you could catch yourself. 

“Now it’s your turn to laugh at nothing?” he asked with a grin, and you nodded, returning his smile with a spark of joy in your chest. 

“Well give it an hour or so, and you should be able to stand,” you informed him. You rose to your feet, shifting awkwardly. You wanted to give him privacy, but also enjoyed his company, in more ways than one. Without the excuse of bringing him food, you were at a loss. But perhaps… it was worth a try… “The time might pass more quickly if you were distracted?” you offered, “If you’d like to chat? Or, if you want to rest, of course, that’s fine too…”

“Distracted, eh? You going to dance for me?” he crooned, his smoky voice sounding even sultrier than usual and making your stomach do a flip. You began spluttering an explanation, but he laughed, waving a hand to indicate his jest and relieve you from your frantic backtracking. “I’m just kidding,” he said, with a rumbling laugh that made him wince as much as it felt like velvet on your ears. “There aren’t many details I can tell you, but perhaps you have a story or two you’d like to share?”

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Another day passed, punctuated with meals, conversations, and a growing affinity for the complexity of the man in your care. The food in your fridge had dwindled, sending you out for a few necessities. You grabbed some extra snacks at the store, wondering what else Hunter might like, and arrived home with a precariously full bag in each arm. Kicking the front door shut behind you and setting the bags on the counter, you peeked through the door of your bedroom, noticing with a start that he wasn’t there. You glanced frantically around the apartment, which was incredibly tiny and didn’t provide many hiding places, and then it dawned on you that the only other place he could be was the refresher. As though the realization had beckoned him audibly, the door swung open, and Hunter stepped out, causing your stomach to clench in a spasm so tight you had to swallow involuntarily. 

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but apparently hadn’t found the body towel tucked in your cupboard, instead opting for the medium-sized hand towel you left hanging on the hook. It fit tightly around his snatched waist, where he held it with one hand, but split open on the outside of one thigh, revealing that yes, the tattoo did indeed go the whole way… You jerked your eyes back up to his, but that wasn’t much better -- his hair fell around his face in damp waves, and he looked incredibly vulnerable somehow without the bandana. He lifted his free hand to his head, running it through his hair to shake out some excess water, a few droplets scattering across his bare chest and shoulders. You gasped audibly, and he looked at you in response, so you turned into an incredibly fake yawn as an attempt to mask it. 

“Long day, huh?” he asked with a chuckle, walking slowly toward the bedroom, providing a revolving view of his side, then his back… Your heart was pounding in your chest so loud, you were positive he could hear it. It should be illegal, what he was doing… The way he looked… The sudden wafting scent of soap that reached your nose as he passed by. It was your own soap, damnit, so why did it smell so intoxicatingly good? It wasn’t fair. He disappeared into your bedroom, rummaging for his blacks, and then he called your name, causing you to clamp shut your slack-jawed mouth and come immediately. He was sitting on the side of your bed, covered by that tiny little towel, hair covering his face as he was bent over to inspect the gash on his thigh.

“I can wrap my leg, but if you wouldn’t mind helping me re-wrap this arm…” he said quietly, face as straight as an arrow as he looked up to you for a response. You nodded, words unable to get past your dry mouth, and reached for the gauze on your dresser, sitting down next to him precariously. He lifted his arm toward you slightly, and you brought your foot up to the top of the bed, providing your bent knee to hold his arm in front of your face while you tended to it. Absolutely refusing to meet his gaze, you studied the cut on his bicep with the intensity of a lifetime, as though it could save you from the positively feral state you were finding yourself in. 

Hunter took a deep breath, as though he were simply taking it all in, and he let it out slowly, watching you from the side. He could see and hear the blood rushing in your veins, he could smell the undeniable signals of your attraction, and he could feel the palpable tension at the close proximity you found yourselves in. Your hands trembled slightly as you wound the gauze around his arm, and you cursed them for their betrayal of your nervousness. 

“Thank you,” he said huskily, and you finally met his gaze. “For all of this. I don’t think I said it before. But I appreciate all you’ve done.” His hawkish features softened, and your hand moved seemingly of its own accord, lifting to his face, where one of his wet chunks of hair had crossed his forehead from the side it was supposed to fall on. You brushed it back to its rightful place, watching the tiny smile grow on his face, and once it was satisfactorily placed, you slowly started to lower your hand. It took all the effort you had to force it to continue down to your lap instead of resting on his cheek, tracing the outline of his tattoo, brushing along his sharp jawline. 

Suddenly, his hand intercepted it, startling you and sending a shockwave through your body. He held it tenderly, as though he had read your thoughts, and lifted it to his face, pressing a meaningful yet impossibly gentle kiss against the back of it. Your mouth fell open, a sharp inhale giving away your surprise. 

"I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…" he purred, lowering both hands to his lap, and the heat rushed into your face with a vengeance, setting your cheeks on fire. “I’m afraid you’re not quite as subtle as you’d hoped, although I’m a bit more perceptive than most…” Your foot slipped off the edge of the bed, and in a complete and total panic, you leapt to your feet, facing him with contrived indignation. 

“I… sorry… I don’t know what you mean! I just… You…” you spluttered your defense, although the delivery was working wholeheartedly against you. Taking a step backward, you tripped over the leg of the chair and thumped into the wall. Smooth. Standing up and pushing your hair out of your face, you looked back to him just in time to catch the flash of a smirk as he rose to his feet as well, moving slowly and stiffly, still clutching that little tease of a towel. He approached slowly, as a predator stalking its prey, with a smoldering intensity in his eyes that threatened to make your knees buckle. He lifted his free hand, placing it on the wall next to your head, and leaned in at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“So… You’d probably like me to stop this, then?” he rumbled, bringing his chest and face within inches of yours. You looked to the ceiling, praying for any sense of guidance or self control or anything, but felt nothing but the overwhelming craving washing over you from head to toe. You swallowed, hard, clenching your fists at your sides. But wait… He clearly wasn’t put off by your infatuation… Or why would he be doing this? Was he toying with you? Or did he share the attraction? You lowered your eyes to his, taking in the honey brown pools of emotion and depth, and slowly lifted both hands to his chest, tentatively resting them as though the heat radiating off of him might burn you.

“Hunter,” you whispered… And his hand lowered from the wall to your cheek, cupping it gently and tracing down to your chin, thumb brushing feather-light across your lower lip. 

“I should back off, shouldn’t I?” he asked, and you felt as though you were about to explode. There were no words, just a sheer rush of passion that threatened to tear you apart. So you leaned forward, sliding your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging them into his back and pulling him into you, pressing your lips against his with a desperation that thoroughly gave you away. He breathed a chuckle against your mouth, the most satisfying sound you could have imagined, and parted his lips slightly to deepen the kiss and send you into complete oblivion. 

His hand slid around your head, gently cupping the base of your skull with a balance of firmness and tenderness, and your lips met again and again, fanning the flame of desire raging between the two of you. His nose pressed into your cheeks, arms flexing around you, drowning you in the sheer bliss of his presence. He pulled away for a moment, giving you a breath of air, and instead lowered his lips to your jawbone, then your neck, then your collarbone. You wrapped one hand around his waist, pulling his hip, and one hand roved into his hair, fingers winding through his wavy locks and clenching in a sudden fist. The guttural moan that escaped him in response goaded you on, and you used both arms to pull him against you as firmly as you could. 

A sharp cry of pain broke you apart, and you staggered back in shock and confusion, realization dawning on you as he bent over slightly, clutching his side with his free hand, breathing laboriously. You babbled your apologies, feeling rotten to the core for not remembering his injuries. He waved dismissively, slowly standing up with a grimace that faded into a grin. You stood there, staring at each other for a moment, awash with all that had just happened, until you rasped a coy suggestion. 

“Are you sure you don’t need help wrapping your thigh?” 

Oh lord, we did a smutty part two…

#bad batch fic #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #hunter bad batch #hunter x reader #hunter #tbb hunter #the bad batch hunter #hunter x you #hunter one shot #tbb one shot #bad batch one shot #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb

[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - March 2023. Oh this was a smutty month ;)

Mirror, Mirror on the Ceiling by christinchen (1/1 | 1K | Explicit)

Derek had a mirror above his bed. Derek Hale had a mirror on the ceiling over his bed. Stiles looked up at his own reflection, spread out on Derek’s bed. Yup, right there on the ceiling was a mirror that perfectly showed the entirety of the bed.

#librarynerd by yodasyoyo | podfic by roseszain (1/1 | 7K | Teen)

“I’ll likely get far more done in the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen--”

“My--My pen?”

“Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly. “You know.”

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In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay... even though he doesn't actually speak Spanish.

Mix and Match by Jerakeen (1/1 | 6K | Explicit)

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

Food, Drinks, and Pings by greenleaf (1/1 | 7K | Teen)

Stiles just wanted to clear things up—he did not work for Hale Corp, and he certainly did not work for said company’s inhouse café, The Family Bean. He was a writer, who just so happened to have been roped into the gig because he was best friends with the soulmate-fiancée of the best friend of one of the sons of the company’s owners.

Yeah, confusing, right?

Sheriff Station Escapade: Forever and Everything by OKDeanna (1/1 | 4K | Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski knows he shouldn’t, but every time he stops by the Sheriff’s station while on break from college, he finds himself not-so-subtly ogling Derek Hale. It’s a problem, one he doesn’t know how to solve. Or he didn’t until Derek suddenly shoved him into a dark hallway and quickly put him out of his misery…

Leave It All Behind by asarcasticwitch (1/1 | 4K | Mature)

A coil of panic tightens in his chest as, after just three short rings, Derek’s voice—raspy as if barely awake—echoes through the speaker. “Do you know what time it is?” he grumbles, and at any other time, Stiles would’ve made a joke or retorted with something so sarcastic it would’ve undoubtedly earned him a huff in return. But right now, he can’t think of anything to say.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by wheelsjustkeeponturning  (7/7 | 32K | Explicit)

"Did you say--" Stiles starts.

"What?" Derek growls.

"We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison.

"We're not together," Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. "An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell."

Follow You by SylvieW (1/1 | 5K | Teen)

Just because the rest of the pack didn't want to visit Derek's family cabin didn't mean that Stiles couldn't enjoy it, right? That's totally a thing that almost friends do, right? Totally.

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants (1/1 | 3K | Teen)

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

lord knows I’ve done some dumb shit by whimsicalmeerkat (1/1 | 6K | Explicit)

Derek barely hesitates before reaching for his belt and opening both it and his jeans so he can get his hand on his swiftly hardening cock. He knows what he’s about to do—what he’s been doing for the last month—is creepy. If he gets caught, though, he’ll be able to point out that Stiles started it.

~

Stiles starts jerking off in the Preserve. Derek notices that, but is oblivious to pretty much everything else.

princecharmingwinks special mentions (I do love me a HP backdrop for Sterek!!)

chantes une nouvelle chanson pour moi by dallisons | podfic by roseszain (1/1 | 13K | Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That's six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He's not quite an expert or anything, but he's pretty damn sure he knows this school.

So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?

And why is he the only one who can't get a French date?

See you all next month! :)

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Pink Scarf - PART 9 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEXXX. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 3k

A/N: Babies, I got some fluff and smut for y'all today! Don't know what else to say about it other than it's a bit sweet, a bit smutty, and a bit indulgent (but for good reasons, I promise).

Thank you for patience and sweet messages as I struggled a bit to get this out due to my stupid neck/back pain. I'm doing better, but am trying not to re-aggravate things, so the writing is still gonna be a bit slow going forward!

Once again, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments are giving me LIFE. I'm just so happy that I can bring a little joy (and lust) into your lives! This story (and EP) has taken over my heart and soul, so for those of you still with me, and to all the newcomers, I'm sending you all the love! And I promise there's more good stuff coming ahead, complete with more smut, angst, and tension.

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks since now I know how they work lol)! I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues.

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!)

Those pesky butterflies are back, fluttering with excitement and a little fear in your stomach. You want more than anything to surrender yourself to the utter happiness and optimism that is rolling off Elvis in waves. His eyes dance with joy at your agreement to try out his plan, to have you become the newest part of his production here in Vegas. Or at least train to do so. You can’t think past that piece right now, not with the way he is looking at you with such unbridled care.

You want to drink in the feeling, to let it break over you and wash away all the doubt and anger and fear that threatens to overtake you. You need him to banish all that in a way that only he can do. And Elvis, somehow deeply attuned to your feelings even though they are unspoken, seems to know this. He pulls you close, resting his forehead upon yours, drawing you up into his arms. The warmth of him radiates around you, comforting your raw nerves, taking you off the roller coaster of emotion that you’ve been stuck on.

Your palm rests over his heart, the silky fabric soft and warm as his heart pounds rhythmically in his chest. Your other hand clings to the back of his neck, as if he is a life preserver that is keeping you from drowning within your own thoughts.

When he kisses you now, it’s as light as air, his full lips wisping over yours, as if calling you to join him. And you do. You match his lightness, his barely-there kisses, and you feel yourself being pulled away from all those scary thoughts, from all the ways life has scorned you in the last decade. It’s as if his innate power can just draw it out of you, throwing it all to the wayside.

His lips begin ghosting over your cheeks, eliminating the drying streaks of tears that had been forming there, erasing your sadness. Those lips find your jaw, but they are unhurried, undemanding. They are not asking anything of you other than your presence.

You sigh, almost more with relief than pleasure, relief that the weight is being taken off your shoulders. In this moment, for the first time, you actually believe that Elvis is going to take care of you, that he has your best interests at heart, and that he wants to be with you enough to move mountains. And that fills you with calm, a kind of peace that you didn’t know you’d been missing.

Elvis finds your mouth again, more gentle and sweet than he’s ever been with you. He coaxes you open, so softly and gradually you barely realize how taken you are with him. His hands wind around you, into your hair, but it is not frantic; no, you have all the time in the world.

Kissing him like this is spellbinding. You begin to explore him the way he is exploring you, as if memorizing every touch, every reaction, the ebb and flow of something beyond the pure desire that had defined your first few times together. You find yourself climbing into his lap, straddling his hips, in order to get closer to him. Circling your arms around his neck, your fingers comb through his hair, and his head falls back into them. His eyes flutter closed, but it is not purely sexual—it’s more of him finding comfort in the way you are touching him, almost like a cat being scratched. He succumbs to this as you massage his scalp, the dark strands surrounding your fingers. His hair is so surprisingly fine and soft and there is just so much of it that you can’t help but enjoy the feeling.

His hands are warm on your back, pulling you into him as you kiss his face—those beautiful long lashes, the straight bridge of his nose, those ridiculously high cheekbones—and when your lips reach his again, they are perfectly content to stay there as long as possible. Warmth is glowing in your belly, but it is something entirely different than what you’ve experienced with him before.

You aren’t sure how long you spend just making out there, as both of you are so content in each other that it could be minutes or hours. His mouth explores you as much as yours explores him. He drifts down your neck, your pulse fluttering under his lips before they fall down to your collarbone. He lingers there a while, nipping and peppering kisses across your chest as your arms wrap around his head.

Somewhere along the way, the flames in your belly begin to ignite in earnest, his hands more definitively coming to your waist, his mouth becoming hot as it begins to drag across your skin. Though your need for him is now more palpable, it is still unhurried because for once, you are in no rush.

When Elvis’ hands drift to your breasts, thumbing the hard buds of your nipples, cupping the weight in his palms, your tongue becomes needy in his mouth. You want more of him now, raising up on your knees so his mouth is near your chest. He understands fully, kissing first over the silk of your nightgown, then slowly pulling the straps over your shoulders. His lips follow behind the fabric as it slides down, lapping at your bare skin until you are exposed to him.

As his tongue circles your nipple, you feel it zing straight to your core. He suckles a moment before showering the other with the same attention, and you sigh openly, relishing the feeling of his attention. He does not linger to long in any one spot, however, his mouth working its way back to your lips, but now his kiss is deeper, hungrier.

Lowering back into his lap, you feel his burgeoning hardness against your core and it fills you with expectation. You respond by rolling your hips over him, your heat obvious through the lacy panties he bought for you. He cannot quite fully hold back the strangled groan that emanates from his throat. His jaw clenches and his hands grip your hips firmly, stilling them.

You can feel him growing beneath you, but he stops moving, stopping to look deeply into your eyes. What you find there is so much more than heat: it’s deep and endless but does not frighten you the way it should, no, instead you let yourself be pulled into the azure blue. It takes your breath away—he takes your breath away, the way he looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars, how seriously he regards you now even though you know he wants you as badly as you want him.

This is different. This is more of him than you ever expected or anticipated.

Your heart skips in your chest, fluttering quickly along with the heat-coated butterflies in your stomach. Before you can grasp too deeply at what it all might mean, Elvis smoothly rolls you beneath him, kissing you deep but sweet. He takes his time making his way down your sun-kissed skin, laying his long body on its side next to yours as he works his head all the way down to your feet.

You gasp and wiggle at the tickle you feel when he kisses each toe, which seems to absolutely delight him based on that quintessentially Elvis grin that spreads wide across his face. It’s boyish and mischievous and reminds you of when you first met him all those years ago.

“Elvis, please, oh god, stop, I’m too ticklish!” you giggle and gasp, trying to get free of the hold he now has on your feet.

“What’d’ya mean, y/n? I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” he drawls, batting his lashes at you, feigning innocence, running his fingertips along the bottoms of your feet.

You squeal, laughing, trying to flail but he’s holding your feet fast, enjoying teasing you way too much based on the hiccupping chuckle coming from him.

“Oh my god, Elvis! Stop, stop! I’m gonna pee if you keep doing that!” you wail, so overstimulated you can barely hold it together.

This makes him laugh harder, that amazing peal of unbridled joy that when he gets going makes everyone laugh with him. He does stop torturing your feet, but now you are laughing at him laughing at you until both of you are sniffling and gasping for breath.

“Oh, god!” he hiccups, “Please don’t do that!” Then he snorts, making him laugh even more, sending you into another fit of giggles.

You haven’t laughed this much or this hard in a long time and it releases something from you, though you’re not sure exactly what, but as you wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes, you feel lighter. Watching his beautiful joyfulness fills you with the same.

Every time he looks at you, he starts laughing again, which sends you into hysterics all over again. Eventually, the hilarity begins to abate as you both calm down, though he has to cover his eyes and not look at you for a while in order to do so.  

Finally, silence falls between you, and you can look at each other without falling apart. He leans on his side, head near your thigh, leaning on one hand, while the other trails up your leg. You jump a little at the sensation of his fingertips, senses still heightened from his teasing, but quickly your feelings shift, tendrils of heat following his hand as he gets closer to the place you yearn for him most.

However, Elvis is patient tonight, and runs his hand up and down your leg again and again, seeming to commit every inch of you to memory. Smoldering embers light into flames when he finally lifts your nightie and reaches his hand under the waistband of your panties, fingers dancing, exploring every part of you. He is eager, curious, but not demanding.

Your thighs slide open with a breathless sigh. He watches you, carefully marking each response as he rubs featherlight circles over your clit and then runs those long fingers up and down through your increasingly slick folds. He truly plays with you, taking his time, exploring, as you hum and your eyes flutter closed. You relish in all the sensations, your hips beginning to move with him. He dips a finger in and out of your pussy, but never long or deep enough to satisfy you. It’s as if you are his instrument and he is tuning you, discovering all the ways he can play you to get the sound he wants.

A gradual heat builds in your core, yearning for more, your body swathed in warmth. You are following his lead, even though your need for him is becoming almost unbearable. When he finally pulls your now-soaked panties down and off your legs and turns you on your side so he can begin lapping at your clit, you moan fully, desperate for anything he has to give you.

Still, Elvis remains steadfastly unhurried while his mouth lavishes attention on you, working you up slowly. He begins with soft kisses and the gentle tonguing of that sensitive bundle of nerves. You cannot stop the slow roll of your hips into his mouth, so he wraps an arm around each thigh in order to control you. This action in itself, him encompassing you, guiding your hips in the way he wants them as he flattens his tongue against you and licks a long strip over your slit sends a thrill over your whole body. You want to buck against him hard and fast, so wanting of him, but he holds you still as he begins to devour you.

His tongue licks through your folds like you are an ice cream cone on a hot day, and he relishes every taste. Sometimes firm, sometimes light, he eats you, savors you, driving you absolutely mad for him. Just when you think you can’t handle it anymore, he’ll switch his attention, nibbling at your clit, kissing and sucking, holding your writhing body to him.

You moan fully, uncaring if anyone hears, when he spreads you open with his fingers and begins fucking your hole with his tongue. No, that’s not quite right, you think as he brings you to the edge and back again over and over. He isn’t fucking you at all. He is worshiping your cunt, worshiping you.

That thought, coupled with the burning, tightening coil in your belly has you hungering for him in a way you haven’t before. Your need for him is untenable and he is making it quite clear that he’s not done eating you out, and then it becomes obvious; in fact, it’s right there in front of you.

You’ve heard of this before, but have never done it, since your sex life before Elvis was rather mundane, but in your current state of bliss and need, you care neither for the impropriety nor for your inexperience. You just need him.

Distracted by Elvis’ attentions, all you do at first is nuzzle your face into his crotch, feeling his rock-hard length under the silk of his pajama pants. You feel him as he jumps, pauses, entirely surprised by your attention to him. In response, you begin kissing up and down the length of him, and you feel him moan against your clit, his hips rolling towards you.

This is all you need to know you are on the right track. He goes back to concentrating on your pussy, letting you do what you want with him. You respond by palming him a few times, ghosting your mouth over the tip, noticing the wet, slick precum that has already stained his pants. The idea that he wants you so badly but is still solely focused on your pleasure has you grasping the top of his pants and sliding them down over his ass.

He springs forth, and you grip his length, eagerly pumping him, running your thumb over the already glistening tip. You don’t wait, or even give him a chance to adjust, because you want (need) him so badly that you just let your instincts drive you. The scent of his distinctly Elvis musk fills your nostrils as you envelop him into your mouth. He cannot help but buck into you, filling you, his deep groan of surprise vibrating in the most tantalizing way over your clit.

This might be the most intimate thing you’ve ever done with a man, opening and letting him slide down your throat as he consumes your pussy with a new fervor. It’s obscene, naughty, shocking. And you like it. It’s sending a deep, new wave of pleasure through you, winding around the already tight coil in your pelvis. You reach around, gripping his ass, taking as much of him as you can.

Elvis responds by showering more attention to your pussy, eating now as though he is starving, plunging his fingers up inside you, moaning against you. You can’t help but roll against him, and he lets you now, before needing to come up for air yourself, swirling your tongue around and over him again and again.

Oh, god, this is so fucking hot, how is this so hot? you think almost absently as he begins to fuck your mouth, though you know he is holding himself back by the way he latches onto you and pours more energy into sexing your pussy. His devout mouth and fingers, coupled with the way his dick is sliding down your throat, nearly choking you, is bringing you quickly to the brink. You couldn’t have more of him if you tried, and you desperately want to be filled with him, to be as close as humanly possible to him.

His fingers are deep inside you now, pumping, curling, drawing you close in the way only he seems to know how. You ride his face in desperation, his mouth suckling and lapping and that deep baritone vibrating at your clit as he growls, losing all sense control. He clings to you as you cling to him, as though your lives depend on it, fucking each other’s mouths with a heat and passion you have never experienced before.

You lathe your tongue flat against his dick, moaning onto him as he hits the back of your throat, and the ecstasy you feel as you hit the top of the immense wave of pleasure coursing through you is everything. Heat and sparks explode through you with violent shudders and you dig your nails into his ass to keep yourself tied to him. Elvis’ cock muffles your scream as your orgasm rockets through you, and you are certainly nowhere near the earth as he fully engulfs you with his mouth, his tongue replacing his fingers. His own muffled cries of pleasure vibrate through you, not allowing you to come down and you just ride, ride, ride that wave of immense, tantalizing gratification.

Elvis stutters into your mouth, heavy and hard, and you take him as deep as you can, wanting, needing, him up here in the sky with you. You gag around him, and he lets out a primal cry, clutching your body. You feel him pulse again and again, his cum coating your throat, salty and viscous. You’ve never swallowed before and now you don’t have the choice, but you don’t really care—you will take every bit of him you can get.

You are both riding your climaxes high, together, writhing against each other, consuming everything you can of the other. The intense heat coursing through you finally begins to dissipate into a warm, floaty feeling. Leaning back, you both come up for air, chests heaving with exertion and perhaps a little surprise at the intensity of your coupling.

After a moment, Elvis maneuvers his body back up to yours, leaning over you with a concerned look in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he says gently, his fingers tracing the outline of your cheek.

“I wanted to,” you say quietly, which is the truth, though you are a little shocked at yourself. “Did you like it?” you ask, suddenly worried that you’d done something wrong.

“Did I like…? Honey, that was incredible,” he says into your ear, his breath tickling you. “Did you like it?” he asks almost hesitantly.

“Oh, I liked it very much,” you say, kissing the tip of his nose. His heavy-lidded eyes travel over you, making sure you are being honest with him, not just saying it to please him. Then he nods happily, accepting your response.

You can’t help but smile wide because you feel amazing and not just because of the sex. You feel lighter than you have in ages. You feel wanted and safe as he pulls you in close, wrapping his long body around yours. You feel cared for.

And as you drift off into a dreamy haze, the only thing on your mind is the terrifying wish that this could be yours, forever.

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[ramp-it-up]

Another Again

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: After you go at it, you get mad then you go at it again. With Chris. And a friend.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Allusions to substance use, intoxication, a lil bit of jealousy, lowkey scheming, threesome (MFF), face riding, eating groceries, oral sex (all receiving), p in v, bukakke, unprotected sex with multiple partners, degredation kink, good girl kink, cum play, just filth flarn filth, pwp.

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You should have known something was up when you saw Tessa and Chris talking after the premiere. Why would your date be speaking with your ex?

And where was Chris’s date? Poor girl. Something was up but you decided not to care and indulged even more in the debauchery of the evening.

You were forced to go to Chris’s Las Vegas film premiere by your publicist, because you were slated to begin filming again with him in a couple of months. You tried not to think about it, but the contracts were signed while you were still together, and you were deep in delusion that everything would be fine, and that working together would be fun.

Ha!

Everyone had been speculating that you and Chris would get back together. Until you showed up tonight with Tessa Thompson on your arm. 

You’d set everyone’s heads spinning. Now, the love triangle theories were in motion already on social media. The twitter fingers, IG trolls, and Tik Tok theorists were hard at work.

It didn’t help that you and Chris had been constantly photographed near or with each other in the last few months, such as when Chris kissed you outside your rented villa in Cannes one afternoon and the paps caught a choice pic of his hands on your ass, or when they caught you leaving his hotel in his shirt one morning a few weeks ago. Or you two canoodling at a club in New York last month. 

It also didn’t help that Tessa had been working her way through the beautiful people of hollywood. One hour into this event and the internet was on fire because of you. And so were Tessa and Chris.

This after party was lit. While you were at the bar you stole a glance back at where Tessa and Chris had been talking, only to find Chris, gorgeous in an outfit that showed off his physique. Those lithe muscles were rippling under a shirt and a jacket.

Damn, he was hot.

You were going to have to speak to him sometime tonight, but you told yourself that Chris wouldn’t capture you with that body, that tongue, or that cock tonight, or that look in his deep blue eyes.

Not tonight, Satan. 

You turned to the reporter asking you a question, eagerly giving Chris your back as you heard fans and reporters yell ‘Chris, Chris! Over Here!”

Chris started off trying to pretend he wasn’t soaking up every bit of you tonight. It was his birthday, he should have been having fun, but all he could think about was you.

When you turned your back, he saw your shoulder blades in the graphic tank top you were wearing and remembered last month where he bent you over the sink in that club.

He knew that you two should quit it, because neither of you would admit the truth. This again and again and again was delicious to torture, however, fueling his waking dreams.

But then when he realized that you and Tessa were together tonight, his mind lit up with the possibilities. He (barely) remembered a substance-filled night in New Zealand with Tessa. And a couple more beautiful people. He knew that she would be down for his plan. 

Besides, Tessa owed him one.

——

And after the after party was lit.

You let loose and indulged in every thing offered at the exclusive party. The fact that Chris was hosting in his private villa at Cesar’s Palace was even more reason to get blasted. Vegas was Chris’ town and since his birthday recently passed he wanted to celebrate.You didn’t want to think too much tonight, just have a good time with Tessa. You didn’t have time to be mad at Chris.

You were all over each other. Lit and carefree, you were willfully oblivious at Chris clocking you from across whatever room you were in.

Tessa whispered something about “Dark Chris Evans” as you were dancing, and you two looked over at him watching and laughed. He downed the glass of White Hennessy he was holding as he sensed what you were talking about.

Chris barely noticed his date taking in the scene and leaving his side, and the party, for the night. When he looked over and saw that she was gone, he was relieved. 

Now he could focus on you.

He made two drinks and brought them over to you and Tessa.

Hours later, when everyone was gone, you, Tessa and Chris were watching the water in Chris’s pool reflect off the lights and shadows on his pool deck. You all were wide awake, the combination of substances giving you an especially mellow mood.  

You stretched and as you closed your eyes, Chris and Tessa’s were on your body, then they looked at each other. A silent communication flew between them, and her slight nod gave him the green light.

Tessa’s hand was on your thigh and moving north. She moved closer and you turned to her and gave her a kiss, her tongue delicately, skillfully, devastating your senses your mouth. You moaned and leaned into it, frankly forgetting Chris was there. 

“That mouth, Baby girl. I need to experience more of it,” husked Tessa as she licked her lips. This was your first intimate experience with her, even though she’d sent thirst traps and sensuous good morning texts that had turned into sexting only once. 

You felt Chris’s hand on your other thigh. He cleared his throat and you looked over at him and laughed.

“Jealous?”

Chris dragged his eyes up from the way your dress had ridden up and smiled at you.

“Actually, no. But I am a little mad.”

You turned toward him, intrigued. 

“Mad about what?”

Tessa started kissing your neck and moving her hand under your dress, her warm lithe fingers teasing you over your thong. Your eyes drooped and you wet your lips keeping them open for air. This situation was hot as fuck. You felt Chris’ eyes were on you, and somehow, you knew he was hard as fuck. The possibilities were getting you slick. 

“…You missed my birthday…”

Tessa’s hand went under your panties as you didn’t answer Chris, but turned around and kissed her again, arching your back.

Chris’s hand went to your braless nipple over your dress and played with it. 

Your legs opened wider as Tessa played with your cunt, gathering wetness with which to start flicking your clit. Chris followed Tessa’s lead to your panties, and plunged two thick fingers inside your sopping wet hole as you arched to meet his digits.

“Fuck-fuck… Chris.” 

You murmured in between kisses to Tessa’s lips. 

“Don’t stop Tess…L-lemme guess what you want for a present Christopher…”

You chuckled into Tessa’s mouth and then cursed as Chris went deeper inside you.

You were practically in Tessa’s lap, feeling all the sensations.

You wanted to say that what he wanted was cliché, but you couldn’t speak at the moment. Tessa’s soft laughter was ringing in your ears as Chris finger fucked you. Her hand was under your panties now, twirling your clit and addling your brain. It was like she and Chris were competing to get you off. 

This could be a lot of fun. 

Chris watched your face intently, and shifted to accommodate his growing cock. As you writhed and moaned under their attention, Chris was reminded that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

He leaned toward you and kissed your open mouth.  He drew back slowly and pulled his fingers from your pulsing pussy.

“I want your pleasure. I want this.” 

Chris showed you his fingers. Then, he put them in his mouth and slowly pulled them out. You shuddered because Tessa was still circling your clit.

“You can be the center of attention, baby girl. I think Chris wants you to have the world tonight.”

Tessa’s throaty whisper was affecting you, and you took her face in your hands. She fed you her fingers and you licked yourself off them. Then you asked her a question.

“Are you ok with this?”

Tessa’s eyes went over your shoulder and then back to yours.

“More than okay. This isn’t the first time Chris and I have…. Had experiences together.”

You looked back at Chris, not knowing how to feel about what Tessa just said. But you pushed those feelings down and jerked your head a little, beckoning him closer.

You shared a filthy kiss with Chris over your shoulder as Tessa went under your dress to find your tits. Her slender fingers worked magic as you sensuously ground in her lap.

You leaned into Chris and breathily replied to him.

“You should get what you want for your birthday.” 

Chris groaned a little, kissed you again, then stood up and took your hand, peeling you off of Tessa. He grabbed your hand and practically pulled you through the villa to the master suite. 

Tessa was following closely.

The way she looked at Chris told you all you needed to know. She must have read your mind as she walked up to you and put her palm on your cheek.

“Chris and I are old friends. And sometimes my friends and I have a friendly kind of fun.” She kissed your pouty lips softly. Tessa pressed her entire body against yours.

“I know you and Chris have a …thing.” She looked at him behind you. “But there’s no need to worry.”

You started to protest and she kissed you to silence you again.

“Shhhh, sweet baby. Lemme taste exactly how sweet you are.”

Tessa’s hands were under your dress, reaching for your thong and pulling it down before you realized. But when you registered it, and witnessed her inhaling your scent, you sat down on the edge of the bed and opened your legs wide. You watched as Tessa sank to her knees, keeping her eyes on you all the while. 

As she rubbed her hands along your thighs, you felt Chris come up behind you and put his legs on either side of yours, embracing you from behind. You leaned back, feeling his hard on poking you in your back. Electricity flowed between the three of you, and of all the sensations you felt, most of all, you felt safe.

Especially with Chris holding you.

Tessa pushed your dress up to expose your bare cunt. A small smile framed her delectable mouth. She looked up at Chris, eyes wide.

“‘S beautiful isn’t it.” 

You could feel his smile against your neck. You couldn’t stay still, you wanted them to touch you again, desperate for the attention you needed.

“It’s just so pretty. And the way the wetness looks, dripping down. So cuteee!”

Tessa leaned down and looked up at you as she sensually licked a stripe up your wet pussy. 

“Fuck, she tastes so good. I see why you keep coming back for more.”

Tessa dove straight in, her wicked tongue sparking fireworks behind your lids. Chris pulled your dress up and over your head.

“I gotta see this. Tessa’s mouth…Fuck!”

You heard Chris start to pant as she started to eat you out, her hands holding your legs open wide. You started to squirm and wiggle and close your legs. Chris leaned down to speak into your ear urgently.

“Be still. Take that shit. Lemme see her make you cum.”

And then, he grabbed your legs, hooking his hands under your knees and spread you even wider, giving Tessa wider birth to destroy your soul.

Tessa looked up at you both as her tongue danced in your cunt, fucking you very, very well.

“Play with that clit.”

You just whimpered and watched Tessa eat you out while listening to Chris in your ear. It was nirvana. Chris jerked your legs apart a little further.

“I said, play with yourself. You can do it baby. Get it sloppy for me and Tess.”

You whined and moved your hand to circle your clit as Tessa dove in deeper, and in a matter of seconds, you were releasing. Tessa skillfully lapped it up, taking all that you had to offer.

You were a whimpering mess as Tessa stood up and leaned over you.

The way Chris grabbed her by the throat and kissed her made your cunt pound anew. You watched from underneath them and the sight of two beautiful people you desired kissing made every thing on you hard and soft and wet.

“She’s so fucking delicious. I need more.”

Chris growled after he tasted you on Tessa tongue.

Chris unbuttoned Tessa’s blouse and she helped him strip it off, then he paused and disrobed himself.  Soon, all three of you were naked in his bedroom. They both turned to you and you scooted backward on the bed at the look in their eyes. You were a little frightened, but you didn’t want the night to end yet.

“Did you like seeing Tessa eat my pussy?” You asked Chris as he stared at you from the foot of the bed and Tessa lay down beside you. She stroked her hand up and down your body , teasing your nipples at each pass.

“I like what I just saw. I need to see something up close, though.”

Chris’s deep voice rumbled through you as he knelt and grabbed your thighs, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed, open to him. Tessa leaned down and gently, ever so gently, bit your nipple, and then started tonguing and sucking more roughly.

Chris watched your wet pussy clench as you threaded your fingers through Tessas hair, back arched and eyes closed. Then, he started his meal. He ate you out like a man starved. Chris loved your pussy; Chris loved everything about you.

What he loved most was that he was giving you the gift of pleasure for his birthday. He felt like a lucky man.

Your eyes fluttered open and closed and  you intermittently watched Tessa finger herself as she watched Chris work and kiss your mouth and your body. You moaned and reached out to her.

“Lemme eat that.”

“Holy shit!”

Chris groaned as he looked up to see Tessa grin and move to the head of the bed to sit on your face.  He had a prime view from beneath his friend of you licking and sucking and slurping Tessa’s cunt. He kissed Tessa and they grinned at each other, having the time of their lives.

You weren’t quiet about it, and you were sloppy, but the tangy taste of Tessa Thomspon was everything. She exploded on your taste buds and it was like you just couldn’t get enough.

“So fucking….. good.”

You moaned as Tessa quivered and Chris pulled away. You felt him line up and you started outright sucking Tessa’s clit at the sensation and stretch of him entering you. She was about to cum, you could tell, from the way she started jerking when you started moaning into her.

“Eat that pussy like a good. Fucking. Girl.”

Chris was pounding you now, going to town, eyes rolling back at the feelings, sights and sounds. He was also holding Tessa by the throat.

“Damn! That tongue! So so so good.”

You had never heard Tessa whine before she came that second time. You wanted more. She turned feral as you started to finger her, crooking your fingers to reach her spot. She trembled on top of you, her fat pussy lips so beautiful. You couldn’t help but drag your tongue through her folds.

“Oooh Fuck this little slut! Fuck her with that fucking huge cock, Chris. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Should’ve brought my strap.”

Chris was punctuating Tessa’s narration with powerful thrusts and watching you go to town. He ties her up and flicked your nipples, causing you to cream around his cock even more.

Tessa leaned down to lick your clit, and some of you off Chris’s shaft.

“Hmmmm.”

She licked her lips and then kissed Chris again.

“And then let us both lick her off your cock and your balls.”

The filth pouring from Tessa’s mouth made you cum around Chris, made him utter a string of epithets, and made Tessa cum on your face. Again.

Chris pulled out of you, standing back as Tessa fell over and licked your sensitive, quivering hole. It was too much.

You pushed her off of you and then looked up to see Chris glaring at you. He tsked.

“That won’t do, baby. Flick that clit.”

“But Chris…” You whined.

“Do. It. You little slut. I knew you were a whore for my dick, but pussy too?”

You moaned started circling your clit with two fingers tentatively, starting in earnest when you saw Tessa get on her knees. You leaned up to get a better view as Tessa asked to taste you. 

The thing is, she asked Chris.

You started cuming again when you saw Tessa deepthroat Chris and then pull him slowly out. They kept up the show, both Tessa and Chris watching you as she sucked him off.

“Fuucckkkk! Yes.”

Chris watched your desire dazed face while Tessa did work, and then crooked a finger at you.

“Get your ass down here.” 

He pointed to the floor, and you quickly got down beside Tessa. You started tonguing and sucking his balls as Tessa continued to suck his dick. You two slurped up and down his pole, sharing demented kisses around Chris’ cock.

Then, Tessa got underneath you to eat you out while you gagged on Chris. The room was full of filthy, pornographic sounds as you got each other off.

Chris watched as long as he could, then pulled away from your mouth suddenly, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing to stave off his eruption.

“You two are gonna make me blow my load.” 

He got down on the floor and before you knew it, you were staring at the ceiling again. This time, both of them were between your legs, their tongues competing for dominance. Their kisses were now for your pleasure, as one or both of them ate your holes at once. 

A cacophony of mouths and fingers and sensations melded as they made you cum again. Chris lay down to put you on top and pushed inside you once more. Tessa was admiring you both.

“Get that ass over here, Tess.”

Chris’s voice was everything.

She climbed on his face and rode as you did his rock hard dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Eat that shit, Chris!” You didn’t recognize your own voice.

You started kissing her and twisting her nipples, causing her to grind her pussy on Chris’s face and cum screaming in your arms. As she rolled off of Chris, he sat up and you licked and sucked Tessa’s juice from his mouth, cumming hard as he grabbed your ass and his fingers invaded your other hole.

Somehow, you forgot about Tessa as Chris fucked you through it. Then, he cussed as he pulled out, this time stroking fast.

“Come get it, y/n. This is all for you.”

You noticed Tessa smiling and you both got up on your knees. She nodded as she got behind you, holding you and reaching to circle your clit as Chris grunted and groaned and spurted his spend all over your face and tits.

“Unhhhhhhhh! Gotdamn it, you’re so fucking hot.”

Chris groaned as he gave it all to you.

You caught a good portion of it in your open mouth; his warm salty goodness tasted delicious. Tessa was whispering in your ear.

“Is it good? You like filling your belly, don’t you, you little minx.” 

Her musical giggle made you smile, laugh and obey when Chris told you to…

“Open.”

He took your messy chin and checked to make sure you swallowed.

“Good girl.”  

Chris leaned down to kiss you. You looked into his eyes and something flipped inside you. There was this crazy connection. He felt it, smiled and then turned toward the bathroom, winking at you over his shoulder. You don’t know why your stomach did that thing it did.

Tessa dragged you into the shower.

“That was fun! I’m not tired yet. In fact, I’m hungry,” 

Tessa grinned at you.

“I know a 24 hour taco truck.”

Chris’s deep voice made your tummy flutter again. You smiled at him shyly, feeling closer to him than you ever had. He leaned down and tenderly kissed your forehead.

“You good?”

He looked deep into your eyes. Had they pushed you too far? We’re you going to run again?

“I’m perfect.”

“That you are.”

He smiled at you and you smiled back, caught up. You were reminded that Tessa was there when she clapped her hands. You laughed, and all three of you climbed into Chris’ shower.

“Are you down to get tacos? We can’t let the fun end! It is Chris's Birthday celebration!” 

Tessa was looking at you with such hope that you couldn’t smash and dash this time.

“I’m all the way down.” 

You smiled and picked up Chris’s body wash, leaning into the spray as you squirted soap into his hands to wash your back. This time, you wouldn’t mind smelling like him.

It turned out to be a fun weekend.

And when a friendly three way kiss was captured by the paps, you broke the internet.

Again.

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[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Starting the year off right

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral sex, fingering, p in v, slight foot fetish if you squint.

A/N: Suprise, I wanted to try my hand at a smutty New Year's fic

Summary: Frankie is tired of Benny setting him up with the worst people, but he may change his mind after seeing you.

Word Count: 3k

“Frank, c'mon you really think I would set you up with someone you wouldn’t like?” Benny slurs while he places his hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah because you did.” Frankie rolls his eyes as he thinks of Mya. “She started calling herself my girlfriend after one date dude. I’m not even gonna get into the wedding album she made after 1 month.”

Benny winces, forgetting about that slip up. To be honest he didn’t know her that well; he just thought she was nice, and hot. “One time dude and I’m trying to make up for it by introducing you to my girl.” 

The girl in question being you. You had met Benny at the gym when he kicked some asshole guy out for harassing you. Turns out he owned the gym and made sure to tell you to come ask for him directly if something similar happens. Although you didn’t have any more incidents Benny and you struck up a friendship, even working out together when you were both free.

You weren’t nearly as outgoing as Benny but once you got comfortable you wouldn’t shut up about anything. Benny was shocked by the switch being flipped but it allowed him to get to know you more. He realized you would be perfect for his best friend Frankie even if neither of you knew it. Although Benny was sure he needed to be sure so he had you meet Will over lunch. 

If Will signed off Benny knew Fish couldn’t say no, Will is everybody’s voice of reason. After the lunch Will confirmed what Benny had already suspected but he told his little brother not to involve him in some elaborate plan. 

Francisco still doubts Benny’s match making skills but decides he could just let the girl down gently. Will notices his hesitance and decides to step in. “As much as I hate saying it Benny is right, she’d be perfect for you Fish.” Although he didn’t want to be roped into a stupid plan, he still wants his friend to be happy so he vouches for Benny’s set up.

With Will co-signing Frankie’s doubts lessen, if Will thinks he should try it out maybe he should. It’s not like he himself is getting anywhere in his dating life. He just hopes that the girl isn’t crazy like last time.

……..

Walking up to Benny’s door you feel the bass from the music vibrating throughout your whole body. Your nerves cause you to doubt the outfit you picked out, the strappy heels paired with a barely there black dress. Your boobs looked bigger than you’d ever seen them. What if everybody else is just wearing jean shorts and t-shirts and here you are dressed like you’re going to the club.

Unsure of if you should just walk in or text Ben you’re here you bite the bullet and check the door first not wanting to take him from his hosting duties. It opens up and the even louder music has you reeling back like you’ve been hit. You take a peek at other girls' outfits and let out a sigh of relief when they are dressed just like you. Closing the door behind you, you go off in search of Benny.

You didn’t realize he knew this many people but then again he could probably make friends with nuns. He wasn’t in the living room, on the porch, or by the makeshift dance floor so you cut your losses and head to the kitchen for a drink. You walk in to find three men in the middle of a conversation you almost turn to leave before realizing you recognize two of them Will and Benny. Benny immediately barrels over to you scooping you up in a tight hug and spinning around, with the amount of energy he has you realize he must be tipsy. While he spins you, you manage to wish everyone a Happy New Year’s Eve.

After he puts you down you greet Will with a side hug and look at the unknown man before you. He’s wearing a gray sweater that stretches at his shoulders from how broad they are. The black jeans he’s wearing frame his legs perfectly, but you find yourself drawn to his thick thighs. Finally you look at his face and see how handsome he is, his patchy beard making you swoon like a 9 year old with a crush. 

“Fish this is the girl I was telling you about,” Benny places both hands on your shoulders and you look up to smile at Fish while Ben tells him your name. “And this is Franciso Morales, my very best friend.” Everyone laughs at Ben’s antics. 

“Will I think someone’s calling us over there, would you excuse us for a second guys?” Nobody was fallin for Benny’s bullshit line and Will did follow him, but not without throwing a smirk at Frankie.

Once they’re out of the kitchen Frankie gets a chance to drink you in. The mini black dress you were wearing hugged your body like a glove. He felt like a creep for ogling how great your tits look, his favorite part were your legs in those strappy heels. It was something about the way the heels framed your legs, making them look fresh out of a painting. Frankie wouldn’t say he was a foot guy but the way your white toe nail polish looks, he might be rethinking.

Frankie winced before breaking the awkward silence, “I’m sorry about that he’s always setting me up.” But he has to give it to Benny this time, he may have actually pulled through. 

You feel your face get hot and you manage to stutter out, “I didn’t know he was gonna do that I would’ve prepared or-” you don’t even know where you were going with that sentence so you stop altogether. 

Frankie thinks you’re more than prepared but he doesn’t voice it. “Do you want anything to drink?” He awkwardly motions toward the counter of fully stocked alcohol.

You survey the expanse of the counter swearing off dark liquor. Wanting to loosen up you opt for shots of vodka. After three you turn to Frankie who has raised his eyebrow before saying, “No chaser? You’re stronger than me.” 

You make sure to take an extra long look at his arms and chest before responding “I highly doubt that.” Once you realized what you said your eyes widened, you only had three shots and your mouth was already loose. 

Frankie takes it in stride and laughs clearly flattered and amused by your delivery. “How’d you and Benny meet?” He’s curious to know how you two crossed paths.

“Oh I went to his gym, but I didn't know it was his at the time, and this guy would not leave me alone. Benny had to step in and kick him out since we wouldn’t take my no for an answer.” Frankie blood boils at the thought, from what he could gather you seem like a quiet girl. He’s sure that asshole took advantage of you not wanting to make a scene. “But after that Benny was the one who couldn’t leave me alone, we started working out together and hanging out outside the gym.” You conclude your story while staring up at Frankie’s chocolate brown eyes, you swear they sparkle. 

“What about you? How did you guys meet?” You ask curious to know. 

“Oh I met Will first because we were in delta force together, somehow Benny squirmed his way in too. Somehow he became everyone’s annoying little brother.” Although he acts annoyed you could tell he truly cares for Benny. 

“Aww isn’t that sweet.” You coo at him before asking, “You gonna nurse that beer all night or are you gonna take a couple shots with me?”

Frankie takes you up on the challenge knowing he’ll regret it in the morning, but he’d never been able to say no to a pretty girl. The both of you down three shots before looking up at each other with loose grins. 

Before you could get the chance to ask Frankie if he wanted to dance you felt something push you. Your eyes widen with the realization that you are heading straight into Frankie’s chest. He catches you by the waist and you capitalize on the opportunity to squeeze his biceps. You look up only to find Frankie not even looking at you, his face full of anger toward the guy that bumped into you. He heatedly tells him, “Watch where the fuck you’re going.” He immediately checks on you, wondering if you’re ok.

You manage to giggle a little before squeezing his arms, assuring him you’re perfectly fine. The both of you just stare at each other, you have a goofy grin on your face and he peers down at you with a soft look. “Did you wanna dance Fish?” You ask not forgetting the weird name Ben used. He responds with a nod and only takes one arm from your waist guiding you to the dancefloor. 

All your shyness from earlier has dissipated, the vodka had done its job. The song playing you recognized as one of Megan thee stallion, you waste no time in turning around and placing your ass directly on Frankie’s crotch. He wastes no time placing his hands on your hips and letting you take the lead. 

You take your time slowly grinding on him while placing your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. Frankie’s breathing becomes uneven at the way you’re moving against him, making his dick strain against his zipper. You feel how hard and heavy he is, encouraging you to slightly bend over more. “Shit,” Frankie can’t help the groan that follows. His resolve breaks and he moves against you with the same vigor as you. At this point the two of you were just dry humping but it’s not like you’re the only ones. In fact everybody on the dancefloor was doing some form of it.

If Frankie keeps going he knows he’ll cum in his pants so he squeezes your hips and turns you around to face him. He’s taken by surprise when your lips capture his in a wet, sloppy kiss. His hands travel further down until you feel him cup your ass, releasing a satisfied moan from you. Frankie takes his chance and slips his tongue in your mouth, licking and playing with your tongue. 

Surprisingly you pull back first but before he could question it you take his hand guiding him off the dancefloor and toward the steps. Once you reach the top you open the door to the bathroom and pull Frankie in with you. He has you pinned to the bathroom counter, no space between your bodies whatsoever.

“What do you want, cariño?” Frankie has to ask because he knows exactly what he wants but he needs to hear you say it. 

You bring one leg up to wrap around his waist and subtly grind before answering, “You. All of you.”

Frankie hooks his hand under your knee pressing his hard bulge even further into your core, giving you exactly what you need. You thank him by kissing his neck, you know you’ve found his sweet spot when he stutters for a moment while grinding into you. This only spurs you on and you start licking and sucking on that spot wanting to leave your mark. You hear his uneven breathing in your ear, his hand grips your leg harder trying to find purchase somewhere. 

When you're satisfied you lick a trail all the way from his neck to his mouth. The both of you finish where you left off with the last kiss, devouring each other. You moan into his mouth when he grinds against your clit just right. Deciding you want more you trail your hand down his chest and start fumbling with his zipper. He takes you que and gets down on his knees, right in front of your pussy.

He takes his time trailing his hands up your legs, wanting to commit everything to memory. He finally lifts up your dress ready to pull down your panties, only for him to find you’re not wearing any. He looks up at you with his pupils blown wide and you can feel the lust radiating off of him. Frankie takes one leg to put on his shoulder before his tongue licks a stripe on your already wet pussy. You can’t help the moan that came out.

Your hands grip the edge of the sink for stability while Frankie flicks his tongue against your clit. With your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you start to rock your hips against his tongue. You run your fingers through his hair managing to bring him closer. His hand moves from the back of your leg, past your upper thigh, to rub at your entrance. The action makes you cry out for more.

He obliges you when he puts in two thick fingers. He rubs at your walls trying to find your g-spot, he knows he’s got it when your leg tightens on his shoulder. Your hips rock feverously against his mouth while he sucks on your clit in tandem with his fingers. As rubbing your g-spot you feel yourself clench harder and harder. From the tension in your body you know you are close, but Frankie pulls away both his mouth and his fingers.

You go to whine but he swiftly stands up and turns you around so you face the mirror. His large hand on your back urges you to bend over, when you do you feel the cold air hit your wet emtrace. He slides his cock between your lips trying to get it wetter, when he finally slides into you you let out a gasp the same time he grunts. You feel how thick he is as he slowly fills you up. 

When he finally bottoms out you look up at him in the mirror only to find him already staring down at you. While maintaining eye contact he rears his hips back and snaps them against your ass making a loud squelching sound fill the bathroom. He picks up his pace causing you to once again find purchase on the sink edges. All you can do is grip the counter and moan his name, while his balls slap against your puffy lips. 

The both of you become alarmed when you hear shouting sounding from outside of the bathroom. Frankie is quick to pull out and crack open the door, but neither of you are no longer worried once you hear the guest counting down to midnight. Since all worries of danger are gone Frankie resumes his position this time placing a firm hand on your shoulder. His unrelenting pace has you gasping for air that seems limited in the small bathroom.

Frankie hears the cheers of guests signaling the new year, sliding his hand under your chin he pulls you up for a sloppy kiss. Both his tongue and his cock invade different parts of your body. Your hands grip the counter as you feel yourself get closer, Frankie’s cock rubbing your sweet spot has your mouth watering. 

With your peak crashing over you like a wave you fall flat on the counter like jello. Frankie utilizes your jelly-like state to lift one leg onto the counter to give himself a better view. Each of his thrusts moves you back and forth on the counter. The filthy sounds that fill the bathroom become louder. The aftershocks of your orgasm have you clenching down on him involuntarily.

As he gets closer he no longer pistons his hips he instead cages his body over you and ruts himself into you. With his head thrown back, you feel the warm spurts of his cum filling you up. Unable to stop yourself you clench as hard as you can milking him, his head drops to your shoulder as he lets out a loud groan. You both stay like that until you feel him leaking from you, moving to get up he takes the hint. 

You barely make it to the toilet before you plop down willing yourself to pee and let his cum leak out of you. After finishing up your business you see him pulling up his pants and fixing them before he looks in the mirror. He inspects your handy work before turning to you with his eyebrows raised. 

You grimace before explaining, “I got a little carried away. Can you blame me?” You emphasize your point with your thumb and pointer finger. He laughs at your explanation and moves behind you while you wash your hands. Frankie's hands find their way to your hips once again as he plants small kisses on your neck. 

“It’s only fair I give you one back.” You giggle as he mouths at your neck looking for your sweet spot. But the moment ends when there’s pounding at the door. You hear Benny’s muffled voice telling you to get the fuck out of his bathroom. Both you and Frankie can’t help the cackle that escapes, you are out of breath at the prospect of being caught like horny teenagers. When you finally open the door to reveal an angry Benny he’s shocked to find you two. 

Soon enough though he smirks at the both of you an ‘I told you so’ on the tip of his tongue until he remembers why he’s there. He pushes past the both of you mumbling how he needs to piss, you and Frankie hot tail it out of there. Right before you head back downstairs you hear him shout about how it ‘reeks of sex’ in there. After another laughing fit, you and Frankie wish each other a Happy New Year suddenly feeling a little awkward. 

Frankie turns to you while scratching the back of his neck. He asks, “Do you think I could get your uh number?”

“I just had your cum dripping out of me and you’re nervous to ask for my number?” Frankie’s face turns beet red before you decide to stop teasing him and give him your number. You set a reminder on your phone to give Benny an edible arrangement for setting this thing up. 

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[topguncortez]

Congrats on 3k, you deserve it!! 💗 Can I please have “I'm always in the mood to play, my love” from the smut prompts list with Iceman? Thank you:))

pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x female!Reader warnings: a bit suggestive, kind of smutty Iceman Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K Celebration

You were feeling festive. The house was decorated head to toe with garland, lights and ornaments. Tom had made a comment that it looked like Santa's Workshop exploded in the living room, but he loved it just as much as you did.

Growing up, Tom's christmases were always cold. His mother did the bare minimum when it came to decorating or putting up a tree. His father said too much decoration was an eye-sore. Christmas Gifts were also another thing that he hardly ever got either. His parents were wealthy, but the penny pinching type of wealthy. They didn't like spending money on unnecessary things like Christmas gifts.

But now that he was older and had been with you for so long, he let his inner child come out around the holidays. You had taught him the joys of Christmas could follow you even into adulthood. He found joy in gift giving, and hanging up Christmas lights, and drinking too much during Christmas Eve parties. This year for Christmas the two of you decided that gifts for each other had to be under $40 and something for the two of you to enjoy year round.

Tom had the perfect gift.

You were singing along to 'Santa Baby' by Eartha Kitt as you mixed together the dough for gingerbread cookies when Ice came walking into the kitchen, a smirk on his face.

"Hi baby," He said, his voice low and smooth.

"Hello love," You answered, setting down the mixer and walking over to him. You greeted him with a quick kiss, but he put his hands on your hips, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, "Mm, what are you doing?"

"Just giving my girl a kiss," Ice smiled, "I know Christmas is still a week away, but I want to open gifts now."

"Baby-"

"Please," He gave you those damn eyes that you could never say no to. You bit your lip and nodded. Ice kissed your cheek and ran to the living room to grab the two gift boxes sitting under the tree, "Meet me upstairs in five!"

"Did you get me a puppy?"

"Something better!" Ice yelled as he ran up the stairs. You giggled and cleaned up the kitchen a bit, putting the gingerbread dough in the fridge for later. Once it hit five minutes, you walked up the stairs to your bedroom. You stifled a laugh as you walked in, seeing your boyfriend laying across the bed, two wrapped boxes in front of him, and a bow on his head.

"What are you doing?" You asked, and Ice gave you that classic smirk.

"Wanna play a little game," Ice said, "Wanna play?"

“I'm always in the mood to play, my love," You said, walking slowly to the bed, making sure to sway your hips a bit more and leaned your hands on the bed, making sure to push your breasts a bit towards him, "Tell me the rules."

"First, you gotta unwrap your gift," Ice pointed towards one of the boxes. You sat on the edge of the bed and placed the box with your name on it in your lap. Ice moved to kneel behind you, running his fingers up and down your arms lightly. You tried to focus on unwrapping the box as Ice placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Who wrapped the box?" You asked.

"I did," Ice answered.

"Mhm, sure," You knew his gift wrapping was atrocious and probably Slider or Wolfman wrapped it for him. You tore through the tissues paper in the box and your eyes widened at the sight of red lace lingerie. There was white fur on the top of the red lace bra that left little to the imagination.

"Oh wow," You said and looked over at Tom, "You bought me a lingerie set?"

"That's not all," Tom said and kissed your cheek, "I'm not that shallow. Your other gift you can open on Christmas, but for now. . ."

"What's in the other box?" You asked.

Tom leaned down, his breath fanning over your neck, sending shivers down your body. You craned your neck to the side as he placed a kiss under your ear, and then he lightly nipped at your earlobe.

"Gotta unwrap me to find out."

You took that as a challenge as you tossed the box to the floor, and climbed on top of your boyfriend (soon to be fiancé).

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