#um ok can you like trace your hand on my arms or my back

[sillygoose067]

Over the 7 Seas

Ch. 31

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: Mention of nipples like once, hot kissing/making out, I think that's it.

On the way to Charles’ place, you felt your eyes begin to droop from exhaustion. In turn, your boyfriend makes sure to bring your knuckles to his lips every time you hit a stoplight, the sensation keeping you just barely awake, the tingles traveling up your arm. 

You feel him gently shake you awake when you’ve arrived. “Love, we’re here”.

He leads you to his apartment floor, stopping before the door to take a deep breath. 

“Is everything alright?... I can go back to my place if you change your mind–”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I’m just trying to recall whether I’ve left the house a mess or not.” He laughs. “Well, I guess moment of truth…”, and he opens the door, stepping aside for you to enter first. 

You step into his apartment, looking around in awe. “Wow, it’s neater than I imagined…”

“You’ve imagined what my place looks like?”

“What? No, I mean, I’ve never been to a boy– A man’s house before, so I always imagined it would be… a mess”.

“Hmmm. Alright, make yourself at home, I’ll go get you some clothes, m’kay babe?”

You turn to him, eyes wide. “What… What did you just call me?”

“Babe. I– Is that okay? It just slipped out”. 

You feel a grin slowly spread on your face. “No, I… I like it. It’s just… very new”. Pause. “Does this mean I can call you names too?”

“...Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know… Babe, baby, cutie, mon petit ami (my boyfriend), ma Chéri (my sweetheart), honey, love, Charlie, pumpkin–”

“Ok ok! I get it. Yeah, you can call me names. — Maybe except for the third and last ones”, he mumbles while trying to hide the pink dusting his cheeks, burning a trail up to his ears. 

You giggle devilishly, hopping onto your tiptoes, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips, and making a run for it. But just as you do, he yanks you back by the arm and buries his hand in your hair, the braid having come halfway undone on the ride to his place. His lips crash back onto yours and it’s ferocious, hungry, demanding. Teeth bite and clash. He pulls you closer by your neck, a strong, veined hand wrapping around it. Charles walks you to his room, lips still attached, thanking every god there ever was that the layout of his apartment was so straightforward and that the living room led right into his room. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers running through the hair on his nape, making him bend down lower, to meet your lips comfortably. 

You feel his bed touch the back of your knees and he flips the two of you around so that he’s the one seated on the foot of the bed. Your lips part momentarily, panting and he pulls you onto his lap, your forehead resting against his. He runs his fingers through your hair, moving it out of your face and behind your ears while you trace his lips with your thumb. 

“I love you”, Charles whispers against your lips before placing a delicate kiss. You repeat his words with a peck. This back-and-forth continues for a while until Charles taps your hip. 

“Baby I’m so hard if I don’t take a cold shower right now, I’ll need sleep in the living room”.

Is that what that was? I thought it was just– You scramble off his lap, straightening out your clothes with a crimson blush burning your skin. 

“Yeah, um, go ahead. Sorry. I’m just gonna go.. Get some water”.

Your boyfriend just looks at you with a smirk, reveling in your flustered movements. “Sure love, you go get some water. I’ll just leave you a change of clothes on the bed. You can use the shower in my bathroom– I’ll go to the guest bathroom”. 

…

Charles is already in bed by the time you walk out of the bathroom, warm mist following you out. You’re dressed in one of Charles’ T-shirts and boxers, wet hair wrapped up in a towel. 

“Hey Charles, do you have a blow dryer I could borrow?”

He leaves his spot on the bed to retrieve it for you when you notice that he’s shirtless. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him topless, but the sight never ceases to make your cheeks grow warm. 

You dry your hair and detangle as much as you can with your fingers before taking your place next to him. Charles reaches behind him to switch off the table lamp and curls himself around you. You feel him inhale the area where your shoulder met your neck. You shiver at the sensation, and he leaves a kiss there. 

“You smell like me”.

“Is that alright? There weren’t any other body washes so–”

“I like it”. Now he’s trailing butterfly kisses along your neck and collarbone. “It’ll tell everyone that you’re mine”.

Something tingles near your stomach. “Yours?”

“Mmmh, yeah. You are mine”.

You giggle. “What are you, some kind of caveman?”

Then he’s right next to your ear. “For you love, I can be anything”, and then a featherlight touch of his lips under your ear. You feel your nipples harden at his tone, knowing well enough that if his hands traveled any higher, he’d know that you weren’t wearing a bra. Twisting in his arms, you face him. 

“Go to sleep, babe”

He closes his eyes with a smile and hums, pulling you close so that your legs are intertwined and his chin rests on your head.

#fluff #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #smut #f1 #formula 1

[thebest-medicine]

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#I am so like ???? at my current living situation lol? #straight up ask my partner to tickle me #no #um ok can you like trace your hand on my arms or my back #barely does for a few seconds #can we cuddle #no you can lay near me #like???? how does this bitch live? #don’t get into relationships and be financially dependent kids #I’m bout to start having sessions again and being more open on here because like this is some insane shit #personal #ignore me #I’m just like #how #I’ve explained by the fucking skin of my teeth repeatedly that I need physical touch and interaction and that is my love language and #that being tickled is more important to me than literally anything like fuck food fuck sex fuck everything that isnt being tickled AHDHFJGJ #I didn’t explain it that intensely but like #yeah #ranting in the tags #goodbye #somehow we got here and three years have gone by and I’m like ?? what did I just spend my time doing lmfao #yucky real life things

[littleseasiren]

Tell me often

Summary: You’re afraid to tell Bucky you love him too often, but he needs to hear it more.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Fluff

Words: ~ 1000

You startle when you hear the door softly open and close but smile when you don't hear any footsteps. Bucky must be home.

"Bucky? I'm in the bedroom."

"Don't move, babydoll." He groans as he enters the bedroom. 

When he sees you reading a book on the bed, his eyes soften as he smiles at you. He walks to the edge of the bed before sinking onto his knees and almost collapsing on top of you, only his strong arms holding him up so he doesn't squash you. 

You can't help laughing as he sets his head on your stomach, his hair tickling the skin not covered by your camisole. His arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you softly as he groans against you.

"You ok, babe?" Your voice is laced with concern as he huffs against your chest. 

"Yeah, it was just a long day. The meeting started ok, then..." He becomes quiet once again, clenching his jaw against your stomach.

"You want to tell me about it? It's ok if you don't want to." 

He takes a deep breath and gives you another short squeeze. "One of the agents came to the meeting and started saying the mission failure was my fault, that having me there was a bad idea and that they should remove me from active missions."

"What! Are they crazy?" Your voice increases in pitch with your irritation. "You weren't even in charge of the team! How the hell do they think it was your fault?" You wrap your hands in Bucky's hair, playing with it to give you something to do.

"Apparently, having the Winter Soldier there is distracting, not knowing which side I'm on." Bucky's tone makes you worry even more: it's flat and emotionless. Does he believe this idiot? When he feels you draw in a deep breath he talks before you can.

"Don't worry, babydoll. Steve already ripped him a new one. And surprisingly, Tony jumped in too. He told the agent that I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore, and that everyone knows I'm on their side. When he wouldn't back down, they fired him and blacklisted him from ever going on active missions again. It just - it just brought back some bad memories, you know? I just need to snuggle with you a bit more then I'll be fine."

You move his hair to the side, then trace your finger down his temple, over his nose, circling his full lips before moving back to his temple again. Concentrating on your faint touch helps calm his anxiety. "What can I do to make it better?"

He stills for a moment then you feel his breath against your stomach. "Can you - can you..." he starts but doesn't finish. You give him time, knowing he sometimes struggles to vocalise his needs. He growls against your stomach before he clears his throat. "Can you tell me how you feel about me? That you like me?" That you... like him? What was he talking about, this man of yours?

"Bucky, I need you to look at me." You wiggle until he reluctantly lifts his head and sits opposite you on the large bed, close enough to touch. "You want me to tell you how much I like you?" 

Bucky's cheeks are tinged pink as he nods silently at you. "Bucky, you idiot. I love you! I love you so much, babe!"

Bucky closes his eyes as goosebumps appear on his skin, a smile growing on his face. When he opens his eyes again, you see they are filled with excitement and happiness. He breathes in deeply as if savouring the moment.

"You know that, right? That I love you?" You can't help but ask.

He glances up at you, the look in his eyes making you pause mid-breath. A flash of uncertainty appears before he looks down and plays with the bed cover.

"Bucky, babe, I love you so much. There is nothing in this world that will stop me from loving you. I'd tell you all the time if I could."

He's quiet for a moment before his beautiful blue eyes meet yours. "Why don't you? I mean, why can't you?"

You clench your hands together as you think about how best to answer him. "Um, well, I grew up in a very loving family, you know? We were close and we were never afraid to remind each other how much we cared. But I sometimes forget that not everyone is like that. My previous partner got angry when I said it too often. And I didn't love him nearly as much as I love you. I don't want you to ever feel like I'm just saying it without meaning it." You glance up at him, "Does that make sense?"

"It does, babydoll. But every time you tell me you love me, you mean it, right?"

You gasp at his stupid question. "Of course!"

"Then it will never be too much for me. I'm not like that moron who broke your heart. Maybe...um, can you tell me more often?" He grasps your hand as he pulls you into his lap, his large arms wrapping around you. "Every time you say it, I'll know you mean it, I promise."

You squeal as you wrap your arms around his neck; he wants you to tell him how you feel more often! "Of course, babe. How much more, just a little bit or lots?" You don't want to overdo it.

"Lots more, so I don't forget. Tell me every day at least, if that's not too much?"

"It's not! I Love you so much, Bucky Barnes! I love you so much that it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest! I love you more than a canary loves to sing, more than the sun loves the moon!" 

The smile that lights up his face is contagious as he lays you down on the bed and starts kissing your neck, pulling you as close as humanly possible. "I love you too, babydoll. I love you so much!"

If Bucky is ok with you telling him how you feel, if he knows how much you really mean it, then you might just have to tell him every chance you get.

Even if it's every minute of the day, just so he never forgets. 

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[daddyricsdoll]

Truth or Dare ✭ Carlos Sainz

Summary: You go to your best friends house for a distraction, but her boyfriend intrudes on that and you are left alone, until her brother comes along and decides a little game of truth or dare can be a distraction.

Warnings: Fingering, choking, oral (female receiving), bondage, blindfolding.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Well as you can see, I may have unleashed a little bit of my kinky side.

I turn the TV off aggressively and stand up from the couch to make my way to the kitchen. I grab myself a glass of water and lean against one of the counters. “Oh you’re still here” A strong recognisable spanish accent says.

“Yup, still here.” I turn around lift my glass up a little

“Well she’s not coming out anytime soon” He motions his head to the door that emits moans and screams of pleasure.

“Well, I guess I figured she cares more that I’m here and everything that happened with James and…”

“I heard what happened, I’m sorry. I knew he was a dick and when he-”

“No it’s fine, really. I just- I don’t want to think of him right now.”

“Oh ok” He nods his head up and down very slowly.

“Well I might leave, give myself a distraction.” I push off the counter, but Carlos makes no move to get out of my way.

“I could help distract you.”Carlos brings his hand up to my cheek and he traces my cheekbone. His face inches closer and his lips softly touch mine, Carlos’s big hands start moving along my body, one resting on the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair. My hand slides into his perfect hair pulling on some of the strands, until he breaks the kiss.

“I have an idea, how about we play a game, make it more exciting.”

“Oh, ok…what game?”

“Truth or Dare, but it all eventually leads to a dare.” He says cockily with his strong spanish accent and I immediately agree.

“You first” He lifts his chin up to me in a short motion.

“Oh, um well Carlos, I’ll give you two dares and you choose which one you prefer to execute. Ok?”

He nods his head and lets out a little hum. I move closer to him, and start running my finger up and down his chest. 

“So first one… make me cum from your fingers buried in me, and hand around my neck. Or… tie me up and use your tongue to bring me to a climax.”

Carlos’s eyes widen and he looks at me with an open mouth, until it closes into a smirk. “Can’t I do both?”

I ignored his question. “Which one Carlos?”

“You’ll find out. But first, go to my room.” He demands me and subordinatelyI walk to his bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed as he walks into the closet. Seconds later he walks out with a rope in one of his hands and a piece of fabric and a vibrator in the other.

“I’m going to change the game a little bit. Ok?” I nod to him eagerly. “I want you to stand up, and I want you to strip, take your clothes off, slowly.” I stand up and sensually take my clothes off, from my top, to my skirt, and then I unclasp my bra and slide down my thongs.

Carlos looks at me like a predator stalking its prey, and I clench my legs together, as he does the same with his hands and then he stands up and slowly circles my body. I feel his presence behind me and his fingers trace the outline of my shoulder, they slide down my arm and then his finger spreads out and press lightly against my lower stomach.

His hand then slides up and starts caressing my breasts, his fingers tickle my hard nipples and his breath touches the back of my neck. His left hand comes around and lightly wraps itself around my neck. I arch my back and his fingers still toy with my nipples and his grip around my neck grows tighter.

Little moans escape my mouth and his hand finally travels down my waist and past my pelvic bone, then in between my legs. His fingers travel through my folds and then start rubbing circles around my clit.

“Open your legs Hermosa” He whispers against my ear and tries to pry my legs open with his hand. I open my legs a little bit wider and his fingers slide through my wetness, he circles around my clit and lingers just outside of my hole until a moan mixed with a whine leaves my mouth and he ultimately slips two of his fingers inside me, with much force that he’s buried knuckles deep.

Carlos starts thrusting his fingers at a fast pace and short quick pants leave my mouth. “Better than James?” Carlos asks confidently in my ear, and I reply with a hurried hum. My head tilts up to the ceiling and Carlos’ grip on my neck tightens, his palm starts rubbing against my clit in rough motions bringing me to my climax.

“That’s it, cum on my fingers” He starts curling his fingers inside of me, stroking places that I’ve only just discovered could be touched. A loud scream leaves my mouth and Carlos continues his pace as I cum on his fingers. 

“Ahh, look at you, your pretty little cunt squeezing my fingers.” The Spaniard groans and then pulls his fingers out of me, they then land in between his full lips and his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“You taste so good Cariño” He whispers into my ear, his hand loosening the grip around my neck. “Get on the bed now. Lie down, with your arms and legs spread out. Okay?” His breath tickles my ear and I nod before he lightly pushes my body toward the bed.

I carefully walk to the bed, I get closer and crawl up the bed, once I’m in the middle I lay down on my back and spread my limbs out. I sit up a little bit and watch Carlos walk toward me with a long piece of fabric in one hand, and some silk ties in the other.

I resist myself from clenching my legs together as best I can and then Carlos’s hands delicately start caressing my face, placing the blindfold across my eyes. He then presses my body down. “Relax Cariño” His hand rests on my stomach. My breathing is controlled, and my lips are parted, my senses heightened, waiting for the next touch from Carlos.

His hand runs up and down my arm before tying it to one of the bedposts, he does the same with the other and then with my legs. I feel myself become more wet and then his hand spans out on my abdomen and his breath tickles my core.

Carlos lets out a deep chuckle as I squirm. He then drags his tongue along my entrance in one big long lick, his tongue goes in between my folds and then his lips wrap around my clit.

Moans spill out of my mouth while his tongue starts drawing circles around my clit. Carlos has me writhing as much as I can in these circumstances and then he forces my body to arch as he slips his tongue inside of me.

We moan in sync and my hands make fists as I wish it held Carlos’s hair. His tongue moves in controlled motions, sometimes flattening out and then going firm. Full, soft lips perfectly accompanying the occasional harsh swipes of his tongue. My legs start shaking and Carlos starts working harder, his mouth sending me to different worlds.

I start choking on my whimpers and the knot in my stomach explodes as I reach my climax once again. I desire to look at Carlos, the gorgeous man between my legs. But this piece of fabric covers my vision, so my imagination is the only thing keeping me from going insane. I imagine strands of his hair falling on his face, his big beautiful brown eyes staring up at me, and oh his tantalising mouth, the one lapping up my cum.

He continues his movements for seconds before I feel his weight leave the bed. My legs begin to come free of the ties and then the same for my wrists. The blindfold still covering my eyes and I don’t move it yet waiting for Carlos, and just like I had predicted his soft hands touch my face.

They caress my cheekbones and then leisurely glide to the back of my head, and instead of pulling the blindfold off he pulls me in for a warm kiss, our lips colliding and creating sparks. With delicate precision he takes off my blindfold while my attention is consumed by his lips. And then I finally see his coffee eyes, staring right into mine.

“How was that Querida?” I can’t form a response so I give him a smile of content, his plump lips mirror mine as they curl into a smile. His hand runs through my hair, his eyes still never leaving mine. Carlos leaves for a second and walks back with a cloth, he lays me down and cleans me up, his body then retires next to mine on the bed and the sound of his breathing is what leads me into sleep.

#carlos sainz #f1 #carlos sainz smut #f1 x reader #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #formula 1 #formula one smut #f1 smut

[its-time-to-write]

kicking myself to keep from crying

Once again, huge shoutout to @whimsical-roasting! This is pt. 2 to your mind is not your friend and although it kind of works as a standalone, maybe read that first. Like before, I def used entire chunks of our conversation😅 so really this is her fic. I just filled in some of the gaps. Love u bae!

kicking myself to keep from crying

You wake up feeling weird. There’s soft light streaming through the windows, and something warm half on top of you. You blink away the sleep from your eyes, and realize it’s Jamie. He’s on his stomach, with one arm thrown around your waist and a leg hooked around you. You don’t want to disturb him but you’re a little uncomfortable, so you carefully roll onto your left side. You now have a clear view of his face, features softened by sleep, and you’ve somehow managed to keep your legs intertwined. 

Reaching out with your free hand, you trace a line from his eyebrows down his nose, to his jaw, then his lips. You can’t help yourself, because when will you get the chance to wake up in Jamie Tartt’s bed again? His chest is rising in a steady, comforting beat.

He likes me, you think with a sigh, and the thought is enough to dispel most of the weirdness from the night before.

How did you go from crying over a bad hookup to sleeping in Jamie’s bed? God, you still feel so tired and drained, but not as much as last night. You don’t ever want to get up.

Your hand is resting on Jamie’s neck, and you can feel his heartbeat pulsing; you resist the urge to kiss him but fail, lips on his neck.

Last night was fucking awful, you think. You’re feeling like a car with an empty tank, pushing yourself up the hill to get to Jamie’s house. All you can think about is how physically and emotionally drained you’re still feeling, when you feel Jamie’s breathing change.

He blinks once, twice, then smiles at you.

“Morning, love,” he says, and you feel his rough morning voice doing something to you.

“Afternoon, more like,” you reply in a whisper.

Jamie just smiles, and you return it with a small one. He stretches all his limbs as best he can, unwilling to move his arm from around you. “You sleep ok?” he asks.

You nod.

“You feeling better?

You nod again.

He frowns. “Are you… do you not wanna talk?”

You give a small shrug and sigh. It is not easy to shrug while laying on your side, so you roll onto your back.

“I’m sorry,” you say, unwilling to meet his eyes. “I just… my headspace is going to be kinda fucked for a bit, but I feel better.”

Jamie just nods and pulls you closer (if that’s even possible). He has an unfamiliar ache, one that makes him want to protect you and take away any bad feelings you still have.

You do enjoy the feeling of his body around yours, but of course, it can’t last. You shift out of his grasp and sit up. You notice that you’re still in his hoodie and sweatpants.

For some reason, the realization makes you want to cry.

“Oh, Jamie,” you say, still unable to look at him, “thank you. For, like, everything… especially last night.”

Jamie’s propped up on his elbows now, and looking at you intently. 

“Um, I can be out of your hair,” you continue, staring at your hands in your lap. They look like strangers hands. “I bet you had plans for today.”

Jamie’s frowning again now, and you decide you hate yourself for being the cause.

“What d’you mean?” he asks, and you’re unsure what he means.

You laugh nervously. “What?”

“What are you on about, why would you fucking leave?”

He looks so confused and indignant, but you don’t understand why.

You laugh again. Damn your nerves. “What else would I do? Stay?” The thought seems utterly ridiculous, and all too much like heaven

Jamie’s sitting up now, rolling over in a flurry of sheets to imitate your position. Your heart rate climbs at the feel of his arm pressed against yours. 

Pull yourself together, you scold. Why is a simple touch scrambling your brain when last night’s literal sex felt like you’d had a bucket of ice water dumped on you?

You suppose it has something to do with the person.

“Love,” he says with the urgency usually reserved for someone telling you the building’s on fire, “what would you like me to do? Just tell me, and I’ll fucking do it.”

His raw emotion is throwing you off. You’re not sure how to respond, but your mouth is opening apart from your free will and saying, “I want to stay,” so you catch yourself and follow it up with a hasty, “but only if you want me to! Not out of pity or anything, because I’m ok, truly.”

You think that if you say it out loud (fine, it was a mumble), it will be true. You’re not ok, still thinking about that goddamn pity fuck, and you’re not a pity fuck, and there’s absolutely no way you’re going through those emotions again. Especially not with Jamie.

Jamie, who is closing his eyes, and letting out a deep, annoyed sigh with his jaw clenched.

A flash of fear jolts through your body, as well as the ever-present, ever-painful déjà vu. Jamie’s mad at you, and you start to get up to go.

You’re stopped by his hand on yours.

You look back to see Jamie rub his free hand over his face and mumble, “Oughta kill that prick,” before fully taking in your expression. His entire face softens, and he squeezes your hand once.

You can still feel anxiety coursing through your veins, which Jamie can see in your face. He changes his grip on your hand, and he lifts it to his lips to press a kiss on your inner wrist.

Your brain short-circuits at the pure intimacy of that gesture, something you have never experience and were pretty sure just existed in books and movies, not reality. Certainly not your reality. 

Briefly, you wonder how Jamie got like this. 

You remember hearing stories about how he had been a prick himself, and had tried to reconcile that with the person you knew today. 

You’d seen a bit of it on the pitch during matches, when his eyes would glint and he’d stick his tongue out, right before doing something completely insane and gravity-defying that would cause the entire stadium to erupt in joy.

You knew Roy Kent called him the “prince prick of all pricks,” and that Jamie had definitely deserved that nickname once upon a time.

Still, it’s difficult to imagine that it’s the same Jamie who is sitting in bed with you, eyes looking at you so softly you think you might cry. Again. 

He says, “Love, I meant every word I said last night,” and you can tell he’s trying to make his entire face show how much he means it.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. “Goddamnit, Jamie,” you whisper, “This is the most I’ve cried in fucking forever. What the fuck?”

Jamie just smiles and wipes away a stray tear with his thumb.

Everything he’s doing is so intentional, with no malice and no ulterior motives. You’ve loved him for ages, so this just feels… it feels like it’s too much. You’re feeling the swirls of good and bad emotions and you don’t know how to sort them, so you just hold his face and fucking breathe because yes you’re crying, but it’s not really out of sadness now, is it?

You say, “About what you said last night…” to which his face drops in anticipation of rejection.

“I really fucking like you too,” you say. “I have for too long and I thought I should’ve gotten over it, hence the shit with that guy, but every time I’d drive home I’d just think about how the way your face lights up when we see each other felt more fucking meaningful than anything that he would do to me. He barely even acknowledged my existence, but you…” you trail off. “You made me feel like the entire sky shone just for me.”

You see Jamie try to school his expression, but he can’t control the wide grin breaking across his face. He puffs out a sigh of relief, or maybe it’s one of the distaste he feels every time you mention that prick. Maybe distaste isn’t the right word. What’s a good word for when you both want to puke and kick the shit out of someone?

Jamie doesn’t dwell on it too long because that shitbag is nowhere near now, you’re right in front of him with those absolutely kissable lips and wearing his clothes with his name on them, and maybe you’d both be alright to stay in bed all day. After all, you still look tired and he thinks maybe you’d sleep better if you were the big spoon this time.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[plainemmanem]

I see Steve’s face and I just think iwannarideiwannarideiwannaride I want his tongue ON MEEEE and his nose on my clit 🥹 I just know he would make out with your cunt….. be soooo sloppy and just slurp you up.. with a big warm hand on your tummy that you hold with both hands to stabilize yourself

yeahhhh<3

he’s been watching you all night and he eventually just bites the bullet and asks once you get home. you’re in his bed and you have your legs slung over his lap, his finger tracing shapes on you thigh, and he gives you the most endearing, shy look:) and he’s blushing and he can’t look in you eyes and he’s laughing at how ridiculous he sounds. and he rubs his neck, all nervous, like “i um uh. heh, well actually i was wondering if you wanted to uh. try something?” and you can’t tear your eyes away from the blush that’s crawling up his neck and the little moles along his jawline:) and you giggle a little like “what is it stevie?” and he gives you a look like he wants to eat you whole at the sound of your laugh, and then he’s leaning in to press his forehead to yours and he’s staring down at you because you’re just so cute he can’t help it<3 and then he’s tilting his head so his mouth is at your ear and you can feel his hot breath hitch just a little bit at just the THOUGHT of what he’s about to say. and he’s whispering all low, like someone might hear, but he just wants an excuse to watch goosebumps pop up on your skin when he talks all low in your ear. and he’s all husky like “i want to eat you out:)” and he’s smiling into your cheek a little and you’re like “???what’s so crazy about that??? of course you can???” and his grip on your thigh tightens a little and he looks you in the eyes like “no like. what if. you . rode me?” and you’re like “uh um yeah. ok:)” and his eyes light up a little as he bites his lip and you let him kiss you once, a quick peck on the lips, and then he’s really kissing you and maneuvering himself so he’s leaning over top of you, on his knees, one arm straight griping onto the headboard and the other cupping the side of your face. and he’s smiling into the kiss and breathing so heavy when he pulls away to tug his shirt off and then he’s helping you out if your clothes so gentle, but still clearly a little frantic. and when you’re both finally undressed he just looks you up and down. and you don’t feel self conscious or anything because he’s looking at you like he can’t fucking believe you’re his:) and then he’s pawing at your chest and your waist and sucking bruises into your neck and eventually you have to pull him out like “stevie lay down:)” and he lays back and you’re still a bit nervous, but he just grabs at your thighs, massages them a bit in his palms and then he’s pulling you over top of him. and you shimmy up his body, placing little kisses on your favorite moles and his sensitive spots<3 and then he settles your knees on either side of his head, and he’s just looking up at your eyes first — just to make sure you’re ok — and then he’s staring between your legs and he literally looks like he’s drooling he wants it so bad. he’s literally rock solid at the thought of your weight on him. and he tugs you down a little, but you protest just a bit something about “don’t wanna hurt you stevie:(” and he’s just. choking up he’s so turned on, voice all raspy like “please sweetheart you’re hurting me more by keeping her from me ok” and then he pulls you down onto him and he’s holding you still by the hips as he licks around and just takes it all in:) and then he’s trying to listen to your little noises, prodding his nose around until he hears that little hitch in your breath and he knows he’s found your clit:) and he smiles when he finds it, wrapping his arms up around your waist and pulling you down onto him even further, he literally wants to be suffocated he could die happy here. and you’re not really doing too much, just kind of taking it, so he grabs one hip, putting his hand on your tummy to keep you steady, and he starts to rock your hips for you, making his lips go soft as they rub through your folds, and nuzzling his nose further into your clit<3 n now he knows he’s got you:) you’re tugging ur fingers through his hair now and bucking your hips against him on your own and he can feel your legs shaking next to his head. but he knows you need just a lil something. something to tip u over the edge

so he grips one hand a little tighter at your stomach, he doesn’t want you falling off when you inevitably cum<3 and he takes the hand from your hip and starts to prod his fingers at your entrance, just to one knuckle. you’re grabbing at his arm now, pleading little “w-wait steve hold on” and even whinier “please- oh god please pl-please” and then he’s pushing two whole fingers in. he can find your g-spot likes it’s nothing by now, he’s practically got you memorized, and now he’s pressing and pressing and pressing, curling his fingers the way he knows you like it. now you’re just a blubbering mess, begging him to let you cum, begging him to hold you, begging him to keep going, that you’re almost there. and then feels you tighten just a bit, he knows you’re right there. so he does what any sane man would do, and he moved his lips up, right over your clit, wrapping his mouth around the little bud… and he just sucks. his tongue pressing at it and his lips providing suction, and now he doesn’t even know he’s moaning into your pussy, or that his hips are bucking up into the air, desperate for friction, or that his fingers in your cunt are going ten times as fast, or that he’s gripping your stomach so tight, or that your grip on his hair and his arm are becoming painful. he doesn’t even notice, because now you’re cumming all over his face, making those little noises and babbling his name over and over and rocking your hips onto him and rubbing yourself all over his face and your legs are shaking and you’re clenching down so hard on his fingers he thinks you might cut of circulation<3 and then you’re panting so hard, coming back to yourself a little. you start to lift yourself off, but he grabs your legs again, holding you in place, holding you to him so he can clean you up with his tongue because he’s nothing if not a gentleman and a little greedy and he’s licking through your folds and over your lips and at your clit just a touch, just to see you flinch a bit at the sensitivity. and then he lets you peel yourself off him. you collapse next to him and he pulls you into his side and tucks his face into your neck :) and you can tell he’s painfully hard right now, so you send a hand down there to help him out, but he stops you, nuzzling into your neck further and holding you impossibly closer, humming a soft little “jus’ lemme hold you” into your neck with a little kiss<3

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut

[wayfayrr]

Hi! I saw your requests are open and I read what you posted about fem!reader with piercings, and I wanted to request fem!reader but with lots of tattoos, maybe a full on sleeve tattoo on one or both arms in chain’s world if that’s ok (´･ᴗ･`)

It can be with anyone you want, whether it’s someone you’ve been wanting to write about, or whoever would give you the most motivation, or whoever you think would be the most interesting to do in this scenario, have fun with this ♡︎

That's very okay anon!! Ngl you actually scared me with the timing of this ask though, I was literally talking to a coworker about how I've always been considering a sleeve then I saw your ask just a bit later JSVNJODN!! But this was really self-indulgent in the end! the tattoos reader has are only loosely described If anyone wants to know what I was picturing as I wrote feel free to ask I'm happy to share!!! I ended up writing for Sky since he's my favourite! I hope you like it!!

“You and I are sharing a room tonight then, my dove? I can’t believe they’ve let me have you all to myself like this. It’s the perfect chance for you to show me some more of your music…”

That incident earlier seems to have given Sky far more confidence around me now, not that I’m saying that I don’t like how much more touchy he’s gotten, it’s far from that. Sky having more confidence to act how he wants around me rather than how he thinks he should act or like he’s trying to keep me at arm's length feels wonderful. Even if he is still teasing me about it. His laugh when he’s not holding back at all is still one of the most beautiful sounds, and I truly doubt it’ll ever stop being one.

“Yeah, maybe I can use the chance to show you some decent things, first though I’d rather get into something more comfortable and settle.”

“I’m looking forward to it dear, if you’d prefer you can go in now and change while I change somewhere else?”

“Thanks Sky, I’ll see you back here in a second then.”

It’s only fair I tease him back with a kiss, what if he’s going to be so confident with how he holds me most of the time now it’s only fair that I can be more confident as well. Sky didn’t take long either, coming back just as I finished changing, no doubt faster due to being more used to how these clothes just are. And he’s staring at me, Oh right! He’s not seen my tattoo before. He’s got every right to be curious, given I’ve never mentioned it before. The feeling of his hand hovering right over my arm almost feels near intoxicating, he’s so gentle like he’s afraid to do something wrong.

“Dearest would you mind if I..?”

“I don’t, I um well I should’ve told you a bit earlier shouldn’t I.”

“No! I mean, no I’m glad that I found out like this.”

He’s completely enamoured with the biggest tattoo I have, the one on my left arm. Tracing the lines so tenderly, like he’s scared of being overindulgent in giving me attention. It’s almost taunting how softly affectionate he’s being even just for this one, like he thinks I deserve to be treated with the same tenderness as someone would a piece of art within a gallery. Is he going to be like this with all of them?

“It means I get to appreciate your beauty without anyone interrupting, and I don’t think I could bear to share your attention right now.”

“T-thanks Sky. I swear if it wasn’t for the fact I can’t stay in Hyrule I would’ve already asked you to date me.”

“Why should that stop you dearest?”

“Well because I don’t want to cause you any pain when I have to leave, I can’t bring myself to be the one causing you that pain.”

The way his hands tensed around my arms as I said that, along with the face that he pulled? Sky doesn’t seem all that infatuated with the idea that I could leave him, not that I want to, not that I have the choice. His grip loosened quickly though, him pulling me into a gentle hug instead with a whine. Still obsessing over my tattoos at the same time, but with his focus changing from my sleeve to the band on my right instead although now his touch feels more like he’s trying to ground himself. Ironic really.

“Why would you assume I wouldn’t follow you? I couldn’t handle you leaving if I were courting you or not. Not now.”

“I can’t ask that of you Sky, you’re too important to the future of Hyrule.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t asking. It’s my choice.”

#Currently trying to work up the courage to just get one even if it's small for now TT #links✦react #linked universe x reader #lu sky #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #moss✦answers #moss✦writes

[myussytastelikeapple]

꧁Roommates꧂

Paring: college!Clapton!davis x college!Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: P in v sex, porn with no plot, needy reader, cream pie, kind of a sub!Clapton but he’s kind of a switch, no protection, cockwarming,slowburn, and fluffy!

A/N: Hi guys im still trying to catch up on your guys request I’m so sorry I’m also kind of sick sooooo yea! But enjoy!

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You and Clapton have been roommates for a couple of months. He seems weird these past couple of days as he continues to lock himself in his room. One day, you lose your bonet, so you knock on Clapton door to ask him if he’s seen it. You hear slight moans and whimpers as his bed creaks. He responds to you in a shaky voice saying, “give me a second”. He quickly starts hiding the photo he had of you and opens the door. He’s been fantasizing about you but you had no idea. He was still hard as you spoke to him

“Have you seen my bonet?”

Swallowing thickly, trying to regain his composure, Clapton looks at you with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard “Oh, um, sure. Let me check my room”. He steps aside, allowing you to enter his room.

As your eyes wander around the room, they catch sight of a few suggestive photos on the bedside table. You can feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you pick up the bonet, which was hiding in plain sight on the table.

“O-ok that’s all I needed thank you I grin”

Gulping nervously, Clapton nods and closes the door behind you. He locks his door behind you, trying to hide his embarrassment as he collapses onto his bed, still breathing heavily.

You knock back on his door “are you ok I hear you breathing really heavy”

He gets up unlocking the door, afterwards sitting back on his bed Clearing his throat, Clapton shakes his head slightly, trying to regain his composure. He turns around on the bed so that he's facing away from the door Yeah, I'm fine. Just... surprised, I guess “what from?”

From... uh, never mind." He sighs heavily, trying to distract himself from the intense feelings he's been experiencing. "You know what, forget about it. Let's just forget this ever happened." You move to go sit next to him “Tell me” you say rubbing his back to calm him down

Taking a deep breath, Clapton lets out a long sigh before turning to face you "Look, I can't just hide how I feel from you forever. I thought maybe..." He trails off, unable to finish his sentence.* “ Maybe what?..”

His cheeks flush slightly as he glances down at the floor, then back up at you “Maybe... maybe we could try something different tonight? You know, like awakening those senses you mentioned earlier?” “Of course”

Clapton hesitates for a moment before shrugging lightly Well, if that's what you want... *He crawls over to you, his heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. You stare at him looking down at his soft looking lips then looking back up at him

His eyes meet yours, filled with an unexpected mix of nervousness and desire Well, when you put it like that... He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as he trails his fingers lightly down your arm. “kiss me already” you say airily

Feeling emboldened by your words, Clapton's lips find yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting you deeply. His other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer as he moans softly into the kiss.

Then you climb over him straddling him

Clapton 's heart races, The warmth of your skin against his sends shivers down his spine. He deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling in a flurry of desire “I want you so bad” you say Feeling the heat between them escalating, Clapton groans against your lips. His free hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your back as he presses his hips against yours in a silent plea for more. “Then take what you want...”

Your hands find the hem of his shirt pulling it off His chest heaves with anticipation as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. “Now it's your turn...”

You swiftly take off you shirt also with unclipping your bra, Breathing rapidly, Clapton watches as you remove your shirt, revealing your bare breasts. He cups one in his hand, massaging it gently as his free hand finds its way under your pants. “So fucking beautiful...” he mumbles

“Fuck Clapton I need more” you say Clapton growls against your skin, kissing and nipping his way down your neck as one hand continues to massage your breast, the other tracing teasing patterns on your stomach. More? He asks, his hands moving lower. I’ll give you more...*

“please..” With a groan, Clapton tears his lips from your skin and looks deep into your eyes. His fingers trace the line of your panties as he whispers. Please what, love? Please take off your panties, let me show you just how much I need you... Slowly, you remove every piece of your clothes off

Clapton gasps, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the sight of you completely naked. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles, revealing his hard cock standing tall against his stomach “Fuck your so big baby..” you say

A groan escapes him as you reach out to touch him, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. His eyes roll back further, lost in the sensation. You're... you're killing me, baby... He pants, his hips bucking up into your touch.

Feeling your touch, Clapton gasps, his head rolling back. Fuck... fuck, I'm so close... give it to me, baby... He groans, his cock twitching in your hand. You then get down to your knees

You take a deep breath before taking him all in your mouth, Clapton's eyes fly open, shock and pleasure mixing in his expression. He gasps, hands finding your hair, gripping tightly. Oh fuck, baby... that's... so good... He thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth

Feeling the edge approaching, Clapton grunts, his body tensing. “Fuck I’m fill my baby's mouth with my cum” With a loud groan, he releases, shooting his hot seed into your mouth, his cock throbbing in your throat. Slowly, Josh pulls out of your mouth, his eyes still glazed, his cock still hard

“Oh fuck, that's incredible..." He pants, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with lust. “You're amazing, baby. Thank you...” he says “you welcome baby but I need your cock inside of me” you say “Cmere babydoll” you get straddling him again, He positions himself at your entrance and pushes in, groaning as he sinks inside of you. Clapton gasps, his hips starting to move, fucking into you with hard, demanding strokes. “Fuck... you fucking feel so good... I can't get enough of this”

“Faster I need it f-faster” His movements quicken, his cock thrusting faster and deeper into you, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks. “I'm gonna cum again, baby... are you ready for my seed?” He asks “Yes b-breed me!” Clapton's movements become even more rapid, his cock plunging into you with powerful strokes. He moans loudly, his hips bucking as he releases his second climax into you, filling you up with his hot seed. “Oh fuck, baby” he says, Feeling your body collapse onto his, Clapton groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he tries to catch his breath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close. Shit, that was intense... You're incredible, baby. “Can we go to sleep like this?” You ask

Clapton chuckles softly, his cheek pressing against your hair. His cock begins to soften inside of you. “Sure, we can sleep like this. Cuddle up to me and let's get some rest, okay? “Mhm” you say tiredly you both go to sleep together peacefully

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#clapton davis #clapton davis x you #clapton x reader #clapton davis x reader #clapton davis smut #Clapton davis x fem!black!reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #sean anderson #sean anderson x reader #smut

[just-weird-fanfics]

Chicken - Phillip Graves × fem!reader

Ok so Phillip Graves has taken over my mind this past month. I saw him in an edit that popped up on my fyp admit all of the pedro pascal edits. And that made me wanna watch the COD game play which led to my obsession with Alejandro as well (stuff for him coming soon as well). But I wanted to write a little something with him.

Summary: You and Phillip being in a relationship but no one at his work knows anything about you for safety reasons. You know some stuff about them (mostly appearance wise) so you recognize some of his coworkers while you're out for a drink one night. Phillip was with them and kept eyeing you when Soap makes a comment about how he's too chicken to ask for your number.

Warnings: fem!reader, probably very out of character like everyone (I'm trying my best), swearing, mentions to smut, fiance!reader, probably a lot of grammar and spelling errors, mentions of alcohol, bar setting, also i don't know how bars work or anything with alcohol so um Word count: 735

The drink in your hand seemed boring now as you looked across the bar. You recognized that dirty blonde hair and cocky smile anywhere. Phillip hasn't told you which bar he was going to but he did mention a bar. You decided to go out as well and whatdoyouknow. Here he was with his team. You could guess because you recognized Ghost from the mask Phillip always joked about after having to go on some side missions with the man.

Phillip seemed to notice you as well after you stared for about 3 minutes. As soon as he made eye contact that stupid smirk was directed towards you. You wanted to walk over and say something but you knew it was his team. They didn't know about you for a reason. Phillip seemed to be thinking the same thing but suddenly he winks at you and turns to one of his coworkers.

"You're staring at the poor girl," Price says nudging Philips arm. He gives him a look before rolling his eyes with a smile, "I didn't even notice. She's gorgeous though isn't she?" You were talking to a bartender now when the boys glance over. Ghost makes a small noise and nods. John nods as well, "Probably taken though." "I feel bad if she's not," Alejandro says taking a drink of his beer.

Soap looks over at Phillip with a challenging smirk on his face. Ghost already knows where this is going and rolls his eyes. "You just gonna stare or are you gonna buy her a drink?" Phillip looks at Soap before smirking, "i'll do something." Soap gives him a look, "Do it now. Unless you're too chicken." Phillip has to laugh at that and he stops leaning on the bar, "i'll make a bet with you."

To your surprise when you look back up you see Phillip walking over. You flush slightly and try to think of a reason he'd be coming over. He takes the seat next to you and smirks, "Hi beautiful." "Hi," you say simply slightly confused. "They still don't know I know you," he says and traces a few shapes onto your hand that was resting on the table, "but they saw me staring. And I made a bet that I'd be able to get your number." You knew what he was doing now and smirked at him.

You turn in your seat to face him, "Not even gonna buy me a drink first?" He smiles and as a bartender passes he asks for two drinks of whatever you last got. "So. Now can I get it?" "Graves if this is how you pick up girls. I feel bad for your fiance." Phillip rolls his eyes and takes your hand before playing with your engagement ring, "She manages." "Barely," you joke and he gives you a look making you giggle.

The drinks come around and you hear Phillip say to put it on John's tab. You glance over at his friends and deem that it was most likely the one with the bucket hat. "You got a sugar daddy?" You joke looking at Phillip again. "I can manage myself. But it's mostly a slap in the face cause he tried to doubt me." You nod with a small laugh and glance over at the clock on the wall.

"I might head home. I'll see you soon?" You ask leaning forward slightly. He smirks when you get a bit closer obviously expecting him to kiss you. "Tomorrow night. I promise," he says and you lean back with a small roll of your eyes. You look back at him and glance down at his lap. You think for a second. "Give me your phone." He gives you a look and then hands it to you.

You unlock it and go to his contacts. You change your name on his phone to your name then hand it back to him before pulling out your own phone. You send him a message and then get up. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, "I promise I'll take care of that tomorrow night." As you walk away he realizes what you were referring to. He adjusts his pants before getting up.

When he gets back over he turns his phone to show Price and Soap.

Can't wait to see you tomorrow night xxxx

"I think you owe me that $50 now johnny."

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #philip graves #phillip graves #cod philip graves #fanfic #cod fanfic #cod fandom #philip graves x you #philip graves imagine #philip graves x reader

[cevansbaby-dove]

Loves Like the Devil part 7 18+

A/n:this fic will all be in your pov.

Chris looks at scott then at me. "sorry uh come in" I walk into his home and dodger sits at my feet with a smile. "hey dodger"

I lean down to pet him and hear chris say to scott. "did you ask her to come over??"

"what no way man she texted me about it and i thought it'd be a good idea.."

I stand up and turn around saying. "Chris! calm down please, he didn't ask me here i flew here because i am worried about you"

He sighs looking at me. "Sorry um...my Assistant brought something up about...us"

I glance at scott and then back at chris feeling worry bubbling up in my gut what was he talking about??

"about us? what do you mean by that?" Chris walks to me. "She wants us to not be all uh...girlfriend boyfriend kind of thing, she wants it to seem like my fan girls have a chance with me if they think im single"

My heart drops at his words. "Oh god please don't tell me you agreed to this shit!"

"I said i have to think about it and talk to you because this involves both me and you"

I slowly nod. "soo this is why your so upset?" Chris nods. "yea" I wrap my arms around his waist and close my eyes as i nuzzle my head on his chest.

Chris can only hug me back lightly this might be life changing but he knows it might also break one of us, being a celeb isn't easy and i knew some of that but i knew this wasn't something i could choose. I look up at chris and say.

"I want you to choose what to do next chris, If you go with it i'll be ok, if not i'll be okay"

Scott says. "I'm going to go let you two talk"

Chris and i sit on the couch and chris traces circles into my hand. "I want what we have...i can't even think about lying to my fans"

I press my lips together and say. "i once was a fan remember evans" You smirk.

Chris laughs placing his hand on his chest. "i know i know babe" he smiles at you. "So how long are you here for?"

"As long as you need me here" You said looking at him lovingly.

the next day Megan comes to his house and you answer the door.. "HI You must be His Publist Megan, I'm Y/N"

She smiles. "Nice to meet you Y/n is chris home?" You smile with a nod. "yes he's in his office come in"

You step to the side letting her walk in and you shut the door behind her and say. "I'll see if he's busy"

"sure thanks"

She sits down and dodger walks up to her and she pets him.

You walk into chris's office. "hey babe Meg is here" He looks up at you. "thanks princess i'll be right out" he says then looks back at his laptop.

You nod and walk into the living room. "So Chris said he'll be right out, do you want anything to drink?"

"No thank you" You nod and she says. "did you move here?" You smile. "No not yet it's amazing here in the fall"

You sit down by Meg and she says "yes it is nice...um did chris tell you why i'm here?"

"No um he told me you wanted me and him to keep this GF and BF thing behind closed doors which i understand but...if it were me i would't do it."

"but this is for his fans-" You snap. 'No..this is for his image! if someone sees him they think he's single and he's not! so please do not let him do this"

She nods. "he's has girlfriends before...maybe you'll be his next EX"

You heart drops. Chris walks out and says. "okay hey meg nice to see you" She smiles at him. "Hi chris"

He places his hand on your shoulder and you pull away. "excuse me"

You stand up turn and walk out of the room and into the guestroom shutting the door.

Chris sighs. "i'll talk to her" Meg nods. "she needs to accept it it's for you not her"

"Chris this is your choice not hers you don't have to talk to her-" Chris looks at her. "She's my girlfriend of course i'll talk to her! She's been through enough i won't do this without talking to her do you fucking understand my words? remember you work for me! So that mean i can drop you on your ass and make you look for someone else to be the manger for!"

Chris turns on his heel without another word.

Chris softly knocks on the door. "Princess can i come in?" You open the door looking up at him. "Princess heyyy"

he walks to you wrapping his arms around you as you bury your face on his chest.

"I just don't want to be another one of your exs chris...I love you so so much and i know this is up to you but i'll still love you if we have to do this"

You look up at him and he kisses your forehead. "No I'm not doing this...I want you and only you there is not another girl who can make me smile like a fool and no one i can be open to and be real with you Y/N i love you and this isn't going to happen so please don't cry anymore"

You nod. "what about your fans?" "They will love you babe just like me if you get hate comments then just ignore them and try to stay off socials i had to get rid of mine last year cus of Alba and me but she's gone and now it's you and me"

You smile. "But meg?" "She'll be leaving looking for more work...she's so done if she's this way with my girlfriend"

You Wrap your arms around his neck standing on your tippy toes. "Daddy that's not fair for her she needs a job-"

Chris lightly grabs your chin making you look into his eyes. "you call me that and you talk back to me?"

"I...I'm sorry daddy i...I shouldn't have" he nods. "damn right you shouldn't have"

He kisses your lips softly and then pulls away. "Come on we should kick her out before we get carried away"

You smile dropping your hand into his as he turns and you two walk down stairs.

"Megan your done out of my house please" She stands up fast making dodger jump and run behind your legs. "fired!? just because i said to keep this a secret? Chris come on-"

"Get OUT!" he says pointing at the door. She looks at you. "you'll wish he never met you he's just using you for his side fuck"

She storms out of the house and i sigh. "great now she's mad" Chris turns and rubs my arms. "Princess it's not your problem i told you i wouldn't hide who i love"

He leaned down and kissed me neck. I let out a soft, almost inaudible moan which made Chris smirk against the soft skin of my neck.

I smile. "sorry"

Chris pulled back and looked into my eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were now dark with lust.

“Don’t make me punish you, princess.” He growled in my ear making me feel weak in the knees. "hmm sorry" i said again.

He took my wrists in his hands and pinned them above my head. He pulled back one hand and the other kept holding my wrists in place on the wall between the kitchen and living room.

"Hmm...Did i make daddy upset?"

He smirks. "Be a good girl princess"

he slips my dress off and throws it on the ground.

His hand grazed my thigs and soon enough they were softly touching my clit. A soft moan erupted from my lips.

Hearing it, Chris pressed his finger against my clit and started rubbing small circles. I arched my back in response, his finger picked up a faster pace. 

"Chris-” I breathed and he stopped all of his actions looking back into my eyes. "what was that princess?"

"Sorry daddy" i said biting my lip. chris smiles and says. "Much better princess"

He pushes my panties to the side and without a warning, he inserted one of his fingers inside of me.

"Fucckk" I said as chris kisses my neck and pushes another finger into me. "Daddy hmm!"

As his fingers picked up the pace, Chris started to kiss and suck on my neck more, leaving his mark. 

With just his thick fingers i started to approach my climax and Chris could feel your walls tightening around his fingers.

All of a sudden, he pulled them back and smirked, without giving me the release i craved. I could’ve smacked him right then and there but i just ask. "Daddy why did you stop?"

He lifts me up making me wrap my arms and legs around him. "We'll take this in the bedroom"

"daddy i need to cum" I said as he walked upstairs.

"You will Princess i'l make you cum over and over"

He softly sets me on his King size bed and i look up and say. "Your kidding....you placed a mirror on the ceiling?" Chris smiles as he takes his shirt and jeans off. "Like what you see? I sure do"

I look at him and say. "less talk Daddy"

He crashes his lips on mine and runs his hand down my waist.

His boner was grinding on my thigh as he kissed my neck. "daddy please" He says in my ear. "do it princess"

I sit up and pull his boxers off and he smiles as i lay back under him.

Chris kissed me deeply and rocked his hips against me pelvis. Since i didn’t have any clothes on to stop him, he slipped inside of me. in shock i moaned into his mouth and arched my back even more. 

Chris pulled back from the kiss and groaned at the feeling of my tight walls clenching around him.

"fuck princess your so tight for me hmm?" I moan and he grabs my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. "Words Princess i need those sexy words from your lips"

"Yes daddy just for you" I gasp as he speeds up his thrusts.

"Fuck daddy i'm close..."

He leaned down and kissed me. The sound of our skin slapping together and the sound of our moans filled the room, and they were driving chris over the edge. 

After a few minutes, he couldn’t help it and spilled himself inside of me.

Feeling him come inside me and the sound of his heavy breathing in my ear made me reach my own climax. 

“Fuck!” I exclaimed.

Chris kisses me and says. "I love you Princess" I Smile. "I love you too daddy" He pulls out and says "I'll help clean you up"

He walks into his bathroom and grabs a rag and we clean up and then i turn and see chris reading next to me. "Is it ok if napped?"

"Sure princess no need to ask" I smile and lay my head on his chest and wrap my arm around him and he kisses my head. "Sweet dreams princess"

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#chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans smut #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans series #chris evans story

[daddyricsdoll]

You ✭ Ollie Bearman

Summary: You had adapted to what Ollie needed but recently you had noticed there was something else, and obviously you planned on conquering it.

Warnings: Unprotected sex

Word count: 1k

A/N: Based off of this request. It did happen to come out shorter than expected but I hope you still like it.

“What do you think about the dress?” I ask as I slowly make my way out of the bathroom and toward Ollie. He grins and stands up to trace my curves with the palm of his hands, fingers delicately sliding across my clothed skin. A little groan leaves Ollie’s throat. “Do you have to go out? Can’t you stay with me?” He pulls me closer to his body with his hands firmly splayed on my ass. 

“Ollieeeee, I already told them I’m coming. And I’ve spent the whole day with you on my arm, just give me a couple of hours.”

“But you just saw them, are you sure it’s just your friends?” Ollie rests his chin on my head and one hand glides up my back and wraps around me to hold my waist. 

“Of course it’s my friends, why wouldn’t it be? I love you Ollie, do you know that?” 

“I-yeah, I know. You just look too gorgeous to go out with just your friends.”

“Well thank you, and I’ll dress like this when we go out together ok?” I grin and reassure him, overtime I’ve learnt what he needs, but there’s been a little addition to that list, and I plan to find that out. He holds me tight in his warm arms and we stay together until the pattern of our breathing matches and the only thing that fills our nostrils is the scent of the other. 

Ollie drives me to the venue and he waits till one of my friends arrives before he leaves, but not without a lingering kiss and brush of a hand against my thigh. 

Every once in a while I receive a message from him, asking if I’m ok and having a good time. I can’t help but giggle and send him a perfectly detailed reply before sending him an abundance of heart emojis and “I love yous”. 

Knackered is the perfect word to describe how I felt when Ollie picked me up that I fell asleep to the sound of his voice and touch of his hand. But then woke up with his hand shifted dangerously close to the one spot between my thighs that he hadn’t made contact with yet, but I was sure it would change soon.

He insisted on helping me get ready for bed, since my idea was to just flop on it and magically wake up between the sheets and perfect like Aurora. The thought that he would see me nearly naked didn’t pass my mind until I was sure I heard a groan and hushed curse leave his oh so luscious lips. 

“You ok?” I ask him in a soft voice and lazy eyes. His reply is a hum and “Yeah, I just um- I really love you and you look really beautiful and we’ve been together for how long? Really long and we’ve done a lot but there’s also quite a few things we haven’t done…” Ollie trails off and continues assisting me. “And what haven’t we done?”

“You know, what people in relationships do.” He keeps his answer more vague than I had hoped and in the minute it takes for us to get into bed I also hope he can give the answer through his lips and not the bulge in his pants. 

Unsurprisingly once we get under the blanket and tangled between the others arms our lips find each other too. Ollie's hand weaves into my hair and he pulls my head closer to his, resulting in an exchange of moans from the both of us. He bites my lip as I slowly break the kiss.

“What do you want?” I question him and the answer leaves his mouth smoother than I had expected. “You.” The one word initiates both of us to get invested in the taste of each other's lips and every inch of skin we can stroke. 

Ollie’s body envelopes mine before he lifts himself up to discard my shirt along with his. I mentally claim I’ll never get over the sound of his groans and the new feeling of his lips secured around my nipple is a sensation I beg to feel more than this once.

I could assume he had done this many times as he doesn’t let the rest of my body get cold, thumb circling my other nipple. Involuntarily my body arches and it gives Ollie the chance to leave the clothes that still stick on my body a place with my solitary shirt. 

He looks up at me and when my eyes flicker down he knows what I want. His grey sweatpants soon lay on the floor with my clothes and my core throbs as my eyes make contact with his dick and the realisation of what comes next brings a short moan to my lips.

His brown eyes looked into mine for permission and my nod was all he needed to lift my hips up and slowly inch into me. There was no way we could suppress our moans as our desires reached the beginning of its completion for the night. My raised hips made the contact of his tip and my one sensitive spot inevitable and striking. Each thrust got progressively quicker before he found the right pace and kept me pleased at every second. 

“I waited so long to feel you like this” He groans deeply, centimetres from my lips. I close the gap and fireworks explode as our lips collide and so do our hips. Each singular movement forces the rest of our bodies to move. 

My climax creeps up on me and in seconds I whine, hips somehow raising at the command of my pliant legs. It doesn’t take long until Ollie ultimately cums in a long thrust and groan. He rides both of our highs out and then collapses on me. It doesn’t take long until my fluttering eyelids close and he pulls out to clean me up. Although I may be unconscious I feel his warmth when he enters the bed next to me then engulfs me in his arms. Easing into the night together, always and hopefully forever.

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[justmeinadaze]

Pushing the Barrier: Part 4 (Eddie X Reader)

A/N: Ok I'm not going to call this the final part but it is the final part. If that makes sense. Lol. I have a couple more ideas that I can run with when it comes to this two but my heart shall write them when tis ready lol

Warning: Stripper Eddie X Married Reader, very much smut and a lot of the fluff. Eddie talks about his past and reader confronts her husband.

Word count: 3692

You groaned as your eyes opened to darkness. It took you awhile before you could fully comprehend your surroundings and where you actually were. Eddie was passed out next to you with one hand in your hair and the other holding your own against his chest. You carefully raised his wrist to check the time; two in the morning. 

Sighing, you laid your head back down looking up at his face. All the anxieties he normally wore on his features were absent as he slept. You reached up with your fingers and brushed his bangs away from his eyes. Some stubble was beginning to appear on his chin. You traced your index finger along the path of it, stopping to run your thumb along his lips. 

You remembered some of things he had told you about his life in Indiana. He had been through so much. 

Eddie’s mouth suddenly moved along your fingers. “Mmm you know, I can practically feel you thinking.” An exasperated chuckle escaped your lips as he slowly opened his eyes. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You gently caress his cheek as your hand glides down to his chest, grazing across his tattoos. “Just wondering about that 20 something year old man you told me about.” His eyebrows raised as he rolled over on his side to face you. “I have some questions about him.”

He exhales before softly nodding in your direction. “I’ll make you a deal. We’ll take turns. You ask me something and then I get to ask you something.” Eddie grins as you agree. “Ladies first.”

“When did you go to live with your uncle?”

“I was young. About 10 or 11. Nobody else wanted me except Wayne.” His arm comes out to rest on your hip as his palm rubs your back. “Who’s Sarah?”

Your eyes squeeze shut as the memories of yesterday hazily come back. “I don’t know. She called our apartment while we were spending time together. I listened in when he was talking to her.” Your eyes open again and are met with his sympathetic ones. “You said your dad was abusive. Did he ever…hit…”

Eddie gently nods his head. “Is that why he’s in prison?”

He softly smiles at you. “I’ll accept that as one question since you didn’t finish your other one. No, that’s not why. What did your husband say when he was on the phone with this girl?”

Your jaw tightened. “He said he loved her.” Eddie’s chest fell as he let out a heavy breath. “Do you know where your mom is?”

“No and I’m fine with not knowing. I have no desire to see either of my parents. Did you confront him?”

“No. Do you have any siblings?”

“No just my uncle and my friends. Why?”

You sat up, shifting your gaze away from him. “I was afraid to. I panicked.”

Eddie sat up next you, brushing your hair behind your ear so he could see your face. “Why?” When you didn’t answer his finger gripped your chin, tenderly turning you to face him. “He’s not like my dad, right?”

“No! No, he would never do that. I think you were right. I am a fucking coward.”

“Sweetheart, I didn’t mean…I said that because I was upset. I’m sorry.”

“But it’s true! I should have yelled at him and kicked him out but I couldn’t. I just let him go. Let him go thinking he had fooled me again.” You wiped the stray tears that fell as you pulled your head out of his embrace. 

You felt his gaze wash over you as you fidgeted with your hands. Eddie’s arm came across your chest, pushing you back against the mattress as he slid up beside you. His palm rested on your cheek as his thumb caressed your face. You turned your head to look at him and were met with his lips. 

You mewled into his kisses. Eddie always tasted so good. A sudden realization caused you to pull away.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, um, I just realized my breath probably smells like whiskey.” You both chuckle as his lips travel down your cheek to your neck. 

“Thankfully, I like the taste of whiskey.” His fingers glided down your side and into your panties. Eddie groaned when his digits slide between your folds, feeling how wet you already were. You moaned his name as he pressed circles against your clit. 

Your hand came up to grab his shoulder, pushing him onto his back, and removing his own hand out from between your legs. “I want to make you feel good.”

Eddie looks up at you, slightly confused. “Sweetheart, you always make me feel good when we’re together.”

You giggle as you place your hand softly over his mouth. “Stop being so sweet.” His lips smile against your palm. Leaning over him, you trail tender kisses down his stomach till you reach just above the waistband of his shorts. He lifts his hips slightly helping you as you pull them and his boxers down. Eddie moans as a string of spit falls from your mouth before you begin pumping him with your hand. 

“When you’re behind the glass, have people told you how they would want you to suck their cock?” He looks down to meet your eyes as you continue to slowly stroke him, nodding his head. “Do they go into detail about how they want it?”

Eddie nods again as he tries to read your face. With eyes still trained on his, you tilt your head down as slide your tongue over his tip, all the way down his shaft.

“Oh my god.” 

“Tell me, Eddie. Tell me how you like it.”

“Um-mmmm- fuck. I… like what you’re doing.”

“Yeah?” You take him into your mouth, taking him as deep as you can, making sure your tongue is still flat against him. 

“Fuck, yes. Your mouth-mmm- feels amazing.” He tangles his hands in your hair, gently pulling it back so he can watch you. “Can you…can you go deeper?”

You do as he requests, gagging before you pull back, spitting the drool that had accumulated in your mouth over his dick. 

“Fuck me.” His hands are on you, lifting you on top of him as you straddle your legs on either side of him. Eddie reaches between you moving your underwear to the side before guiding himself inside of you. You take off your shirt throwing it to the side and he wastes no time sitting up, encasing your breast with his mouth. 

His hands remain on ass guiding you as you bounce and grind against him. His tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth grazing the nub as you throw your head back and moan. 

“This is what I like, Princess.” Your head falls forward as you lean your forehead on his, clinging your arms behind his neck and around his shoulder. “Watching you come undone. Hearing your fucking moans. Fuck. I can’t get enough.”

He places his hands on either side of your face, holding you to him as he kisses you deeply. Eddie falls back against the mattress bringing you with him. You try to pull your lips away when he begins thrusting his cock into you faster but he doesn’t allow you to. You whimper into his mouth as his tongue swallows your moans. 

He finally releases you but you don’t go far, hovering your nose above his. You bounce your hips meeting his thrusts and the coil that had been steadily winding finally snapped as you shouted his name repeatedly against his lips. 

Eddie wraps his arm around your waist holding you to him as he flips you on to your back without pulling out. He pumps into you chasing his high as he grunts and moans into your ear. With a few more sloppy thrusts you groan as you feel him cum inside of you. 

He laid in the nook of your neck panting as you played with his hair, brushing it away from his face. Suddenly, Eddie crawled out of bed and extended his hand towards yours. 

“Come on.”

You grinned, taking his hand as he guided you across the apartment to his bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting the warm water run for a bit. You couldn’t help but giggle when you both squeezed into his bathtub. 

“This is a tight fit.”

“Madam, it’s not like I do private shows in my bathroom. It’s a shower meant for one person.” You laughed at him causing him to erupt in his own fit of giggles. 

“Then why did you shove me in here?”

Eddie wrapped his arms around you as you looked at him with a smile. “I just like being close to you.” He leans down and places a peck on your nose. 

“Eddie, if we get any closer in here, we’ll look like Zod and his minions in Superman.”

His laugh echoes through the bathroom. “Hot damn, Princess. You’re such a nerd. I love it.”

You let him take care of you as he gently washes your hair and runs his soap along your body. By the time you two step out of the shower you are encased in his scent and you suddenly felt extremely comfortable. Eddie tosses you one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. You throw him back his shorts as you put on just the shirt. 

“Hellfire?”, you read aloud. 

“Mhmm. A club I was in when I was at school. Are you hungry?”

“Starving. What kind of club?”

He shuffles through his fridge and pulls out some frozen pizza. You hop up on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs as you watch him move around. 

“We would get together and play Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Ohhh… so you’re a nerd to.” Eddie scrunches his nose jokingly as he pokes yours. 

“The kids at school called me a freak actually.” 

“What? Why?”

After preheating the oven, he leans his back against the fridge across from you and crosses his arms. “You are asking a lot of questions tonight, Sweetheart.”

You shrug. “We can continue asking back and forth if that makes you more comfortable. I just want to know everything about you.”

“Because the small town I grew up in had some pretty closeminded people.” He grins as he answers you. “What about you? What were you like in school?”

“Pfft. I wasn’t much. I was the bookworm who had hair like Janis Joplin.” Eddie chuckles at the thought. “God, my mother hated my hair.”

The oven beeps and he reaches over to shove the pizza inside. He slides over till he’s in between your legs, resting his hands against your sides. “Do you get along with your family?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, curling your finger in his damp hair. “For the most part. Everyone except my mother isn’t really a fan of my husband so…”

Eddie widens his eyes in fake shock. “Well, gee, I wonder why.” You giggle as you smack his chest. There’s a sudden silence that hangs in the air as he releases you to grab a drink from his fridge. 

“You can ask me, you know.” He turns around giving you a confused look. “About my married life.” 

“I don’t think now is the best time with everything you’ve been through tonight.”

“Ok. Then ask me the other thing I know is on your mind.”

Eddie sighs as he averts his eyes from yours. “Are you going to leave him?”

You reach for him and he obliges slowly moving his body in front of yours. You cup his cheeks with your hands, turning his head to face yours. “Yes.” His eyes search your face for deception. 

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you. I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

Eddie sighs again leaning his forehead on yours. “I’m scared that as soon as you walk out that door you won’t be coming back.”

You place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll come back. I promise.”

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You and Eddie spent the rest of the night talking, munching on greasy pizza and drinking the beer in his fridge. It was so nice to genuinely laugh and be close to someone again. You didn’t go back to your apartment that night or the following one. 

Monday morning you were surprised to see Eddie moving around in his kitchen. 

“Eddie,” your murmur with a groggy tone from sleep. “It’s 7am. Go back to bed.”

He smiles at you before offering you a cup of coffee. “I just wanted to make sure you left okay. The school won’t be mad at you for that shirt, will they?” Since you hadn’t been back home, you didn’t really have anything to wear that was your own. Eddie gave you one of his plain black t-shirts that hung a little low past your waist. 

You grinned at him as you knotted the bottom of it, tying the end to your hip. “Naw, they’ll be fine.”

He saunters over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you tonight?” The slight panic in his voice breaks your heart. You reach over to grab some scratch paper that was on his counter and write down the address to your place. 

“Come here after you get off. I’ll have kicked him out by then.” You shakily sigh.

Reaching up on your tip toes, you kiss his lips before tapping the address you wrote down for him. “Now you can always find me.”

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Your hands shook as you nervously placed the key in the lock and entered your place. You were met with a silence that over the years you had become very familiar with. Searching the apartment, you found you were alone. Almost out of habit you stopped, heading for the voicemail device on the counter and pressed play. 

“You have 3 new messages. Message one *beep* ‘Hey baby. I know I said I’d be right back but this project got incredibly more complicated. I’m going to pull an all nighter here with my team so we can knock it out. I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow.’

Message two *beep* ‘Good morning, my love. Just wanted to check in and make sure you were ok. Whew it was a long night. We should be able to finish up here by noon. Do you want to have lunch or something? I’ll see you later. Love you.’

Message three *beep* ‘Sweetheart, I am so so so sorry. I seriously thought I’d be home at least in time for dinner. The boss has us hunkering down until this is complete so I most likely will be sleeping in my office again. Ugh! Maybe we can have dinner tomorrow night at that restaurant you like. I love you!’

End of messages.”

You stood there staring vacantly at the phone. This asshole didn’t even notice you were gone. This morning you left a man who was upset because he thought he may not see you again and this fucker didn’t even care that you were gone for two days. The anger suddenly started to kick in as you reached for the phone. 

“Hi, yeah, I was wondering, when is the soonest you guys can send a locksmith?”

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It was well past eight pm when you heard the keys jiggle in the door handle followed by a muffled, “What the fuck?!”

You glided over to your front door and opened it to see your bewildered husband. “Hey you. The key…doesn’t seem to…be working.”, he huffed as he walked in. When he leaned in to kiss you, you pulled back out of his way. “Everything alright?”

“It’s about to be.”

“Okaaaay? How was your weekend? I’m sorry I had to work so much but I’ll make it up to you.” He threw his keys on the counter and started to make his way down the hallway to change into more comfortable clothes. 

“Oh, you know, baby. My weekend was good. I spent most of it with a handsome man’s dick inside of me and then we hung out…ate some fatty food...the fun stuff!”

His feet stopped before turning slowly to make eye contact with you. “You’re making a joke, right? Because I don’t find it funny.”

“You are absolutely right. It’s not funny.” You take a sip of the liquor in your glass before setting it down on the counter. “What is funny is that I haven’t been in this apartment since Friday night and you didn’t seem to notice.”

“I-I-I don’t even know what to say right now. Just because I had to work you immediately disappear and punish me by fucking someone else!” You let him rant as you lean your back against the backside of couch, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Y/N, I don’t know if I can keep doing this. You’ve always been jealous of my job. I work to keep this roof over our head and food in the fridge. I’m sorry, baby but a teacher’s salary just enough to make ends meet now a days. I told you I’m trying to work hard now so I won’t have to in the future.”

You nod at his words sarcastically. “You are right. Damn, honey. You read me like a book. Hey, I have a question. Is Sarah jealous of your work hours? I’m surprised you can find time for her with how busy you are!”

You watch his eyes as everything slowly starts to come together for him. “It’s not what you think.”

“Don’t patronize me.” You point to a bag you packed for him and left by the door. “Get the fuck out.”

“I pay most of the rent here. This is my apartment.”

“Well, my name is on the lease. Let’s call the cops and see who they throw out first, you son of a bitch.”

His jaw clenches. “I’m not going anywhere. Why don’t you go stay with whoever you’ve been fucking.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t you dare turn this around on me. I tried! I tried so hard for so many years to make this work. God, I feel so stupid. People told me you were cheating but I defended you every time. EVERY TIME! ‘No, he’s a good man. He would never do that. He works hard for us.’”

He turns his head, averting his eyes from yours. “Y/N, I—”

There’s subtle knock on your front door. “I’ll be right back.” You mutter under your breath as he runs his fingers through his hair nervously. You open the door a crack to see Eddie waiting. “Can you come back in about an hour?”, you whisper.

A few emotions flash through his eyes until it finally lands on annoyance. “Why?”

“We’re still talking—”

“I thought you said you were just going to kick him out?”

“Eddie, please. I got this, ok? Just give me an hour.”

“Are we going to finish our conversation Y/N or what?” Your husband shouts from behind you. 

“Give me a second!”

While you were distracted Eddie shoved past you through the door and into your apartment. 

“Hey. Isn’t this the guy that bumped into us?”, the man you married sizes up the metalhead with his eyes before turning them back to you. “This is the guy? Are you serious?”

“Let’s not play that game right now.”, you seethe. “Get. Out.”

“Honey, look. I… fucked up. I strayed because I’m an idiot. I should have spent time working on us instead of… but please! I can change. I’ll go to therapy. I can move into the other bedroom and give you all the space you need. Just please! You and I both know I’m better for you then this guy.” He strides up to you till he’s right up in your face looking down at you. “I can do this. Let me try and be that man you married again.”

You closed your eyes as a tear escaped your eye. Eddie’s boots squeaked across the floor as he angrily headed for the door. You turn quickly, running to cut him off as you place your back against the wood, blocking him. 

“Eddie.”, you practically whimper. 

“I can’t watch this. I can’t watch you choose him.”

“Eddie Munson, why do you think I’m going to do that?” You reach for his cheeks, lifting his face to meet yours. 

“Everyone does. Plus…he’s right. You deserve better than some,” he leans in closer to you lowering his voice, “guy who takes off his clothes for money.”

You feel another tear drop down your face and he reaches up to wipe it away with a small smile. As he moves for the doorknob, you block him again. 

“Eddie, I love you.” He froze. “If you want to leave I understand but no matter what,” you look past him towards your husband, “he will not be staying here.”

You move forward opening the door and throwing out the suitcase 

“Y/N, where will I go?!”, your husband pouted.

“Sarah gave you a bed for the weekend. Maybe, you can find one there. Now this is the last time I’m going to ask. Get out.”

He scoffs as if he’s completely confused, making his way towards the front door and out into the hallway. As he turns to look at you again, the door suddenly slams shut, and you feel your body being swiftly spun around and pressed up against it.

Eddie’s lips are on you instantly as he grips your head in his hands. When he finally pulls away, you’re both panting, trying to catch your breath. 

“Say it again, please.” He looks down at you, brushing your hair back away from your face.

“I love you. You Eddie. I don’t care about your job. I don’t care about any of that. I just want you to be happy. I want to be happy.”

“You make me happy. I love you so much. I promise I’ll do everything I can, whatever it takes to make you happy every fucking day.”

You jump into his arms, kissing him.

No barrier. No husband. Nothing stoping you two from being together.

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[pottersfia]

help me? | g.w. x fem!reader

summary: you realize you never really enjoyed fingering and decide to ask george weasley for some help

warnings/content: smut ofc, fingering, oral (f receiving), language

a/n: more george content :)

word count: 1.5k

"I do it almost every night." angelina said with a giggle.

"babe, are you sure it's not an addiction?" you laughed with her. 

"it's a healthy relationship with my body! i haven’t as much since i started dating fred, though." she smiled. the two of you were sitting in your shared dorm room and the topic of masturbation sort of randomly came up. you were still somewhat a virgin, despite being with george. the two of you have done everything from heated make outs to oral sex and even then, those things only happened a handful of times. he never pressured you to go any further.  

"I mean, I still do but sometimes I think it's kind of boring? it's just rub the bean a bit then boom I'm done, every single time." you sigh.

"have you tried fingering yourself?" she asked.

"it does nothing for me! it just feels uncomfortable every time i try." 

"no way, if you really get into it, it's so worth it. maybe ask George to help you? I like it better from fred than myself." you thought about her words. it might be a good idea. you figured vaginal stimulation just wasn't for you, but maybe it was the position. or even you fingers being too short. there was only one way to find out.

you looked over at Angelina and smiled, breaking out into a laugh. "what?" she laughed with you. 

"it's just that we're literally talking about our sex lives with our twin boyfriends. imagine if they heard us right now." the two of you laughed together.

...

you were laying with george in his bed, listening to him ramble on about his day as soft music from a record player he was gifted played in your ears in the background. you tried your best to actively listen to him, nodding and making small comments. you held his hand and stared at his fingers. 

the conversation you had with angelina was fresh in your mind and you couldn't help but notice how long his fingers were. you softly played with his fingers, tracing over them and softly sighing  as you leaned further into his side. 

george noticed how you stopped replying to him. he looked down and noticed how you seemed to zone out and focused on his hand. he chuckled softly and wiggled his fingers causing you to look up at him. "distracted?" he asked.

"just a little." you smiled at him and looked back down. "sorry, what were you saying?"

"doesn't matter, really. what's going on in your head." he asked. you shifted your position, turning so you're facing him and resting on your legs. 

"I kind of want to ask you something." you worked up the courage to say. 

"what is it?" he nods at you. 

"ok so, I was talking to, um, a friend about..." you looked at him and saw how he waited for you to go on but broke your eye contact as you continued, "don't laugh but we were talking about masturbating." you looked back up at him to see his reaction and he had a small smirk on his face. "I said don't laugh!"

"no, please continue. it's a normal topic I'm just wondering where this is going." he was clearly holding back a laugh but you ignored it.

"anyway, she was talking about how she likes fingering and it made me think of how I never really tried it because it's uncomfortable-" 

"are you asking me to finger you?" he interrupted. you give him a blank stare for a moment.

"I was getting there." you smiled. 

"that's why you were distracted by my hands?" he smiled back. you rolled your eyes playfully but nodded.

"I want to know if it can actually feel good for me." you reached out for his hand and held it again. "also, I've always loved your hands." you kissed his knuckles with a playful smile on your face.

"come over here." he held one arm out and patted his lap with the other which instantly made you move to straddle him. your arms were rested on his shoulders and around his neck as he placed a hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. he moved your face closer to him, pulling him into a kiss. 

the kiss was sweet and passionate as they always were. the warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach grew as your lips moved together. you were eager for what was to come and pushed yourself closer to him, causing you to grind on his lap. you slowly continued to motion almost without george even noticing. he moved his hands under the baggy t shirt you wore. he felt your hips moving and softly rubbed the skin on your thighs making you let out a quiet whimper. he broke the kiss tome down to your neck, littering soft kiss all over it. you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, taking in the feeling. george put his hands back on your hips guiding you to lay down next to him like you were before and he hovered over you.

"can I take this off?" he whispered, pulling up your shirt a bit. you nodded. "please." you practically moaned out. you helped him pull it off all the way and he kissed your cheek making you smile at him. "you're so gorgeous, y/n." he leaned down to kiss your lips, then your jaw, then your neck and leading down. as he kissed down your body you felt yourself getting more and more turned on. you let out soft noises and watched him pull your shorts off. he looked down and smiled at the small wet patch on your underwear. 

"I need you so bad." you said. he looked at you and pulled you underwear off. "I love how wet you are for me." he slowly rubbed your clit making you moan. he moved his hand and lifted it up to your mouth. "suck on my fingers." you instantly opened your mouth and he placed his middle and ring finger inside. you swirled your tongue around them making sure to get the as wet as possible. if he wasn't hard already, he definitely was now.

he pulled his fingers out and went back to rubbing your clit. "I'll start with one ok? tell me how you feel." you nodded at him and he slowly pushed his middle finger inside you. he rubbed your clit with his thumb and held your hand with his other hand. you didn't feel uncomfortable, but the pressure you felt was a bit more than when you tried yourself. he didn't move at first to make sure you were ok until you asked him to continue. he moved in and out of you and the pressure started to feel better. you softly whimpered at the feeling but wanted more.

"ok, I think I'm ready for two." you said and he nodded. george pushed his pointer finger in and noticed how you gasped at first. he leaned down and licked your clit trying to ease the feeling. you moaned and relaxed you leg muscles that were a bit tense, making him continue fingering you. he moved in and out slowly again as he moved his fingertips inside massaging you. "please don't stop." you moaned out. he smiled and went on slowly getting faster.

George always knew when you were close. he felt you squeeze your legs around his head a bit and lifted his head to look at you. "just like that,good girl." you whimpered at the praise and smiled down at him. he smiled back at you and said, "please cum for me." you nodded and put a hand in his hair, pushing him back down to your clit and he instantly eats you out again. it all feels so good, being filled with his fingers reaching your g spot, his hot mouth swirling on your clit, and to make it better he reaches his other hand up to play with your boobs. 

you feel yourself getting closer and closer and with a soft breath of "please, georgie-" the knot snaps and you moan out as you cum on his fingers. George slowly pulls out his fingers and keeps lapping at your clit while you ride out your orgasm. you have to pull him off of you because of the overstimulation and practically get wet again at the look on his face. his hair is messy and his mouth is wet and he's staring at you with a smile as he puts the fingers that were just inside you in his mouth. 

"you're killing me, George." you sigh. he laughs and sits all the way up to lean over close to your face. "how did that feel, darling?" he asked. "so good. you have no idea." you leaned up to kiss him and he kissed back pushing you to lay on the bed.

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[spnexploration]

Collared part 27

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: The boys keep an eye on you.

Warnings: drug use, concerns about potential suicidal thoughts

Word count: 1.2k

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Part 26 <- -> Part 28

“Ok, fine, if it’ll get you two off my back I’ll call 998.”

“It’s 988,” Sam said kindly.

“Whatever,” you sassed at him. “I’m not suidical, I don’t need some telephone shrink to tell me I am.”

“I am reasonably certain that that is not what they’re going to do. Just, tell them about the pills and what you were feeling at the time, and see what they say. See if they have ideas for next time you’re feeling that way.” You looked up into his big, puppy dog eyes, pleading with you.

“Fiiiiine. But I’m doing it alone!”

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. “Oh, for the love of God, you two and your looks! Ok, you can watch me dial, you can see them pick up, and then you are OUT!”

“Agreed,” Dean said, entering the conversation. He often seemed to make decisions for the two of them, you wondered if he knew that.

Sam handed you an old-looking phone. “It’s a burner, they can’t trace it here, and it’s not tied to any of our names. So if you do let anything slip that you didn’t want to, don’t worry about it. They won’t be knocking on the door.”

You keyed in the numbers. 9. 8. 8. You took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

---

The brothers finally let you out of their sight after that, but you noticed that one of them would come check on you hourly. “Did you guys set up a schedule or something? Is there some kind of fucking sticker chart for who goes to visit the crazy chick the most?!” you yelled at Dean. He always did make you angriest.

“You know what, I would like a sticker chart, thanks for the idea,” he said sarcastically. “Here I was slumming it just doing things out of the goodness of my own heart when I could have had stickers!”

You glared at him. He glared back.

“Well, you’re clearly fine, screaming at me is your favourite fucking hobby,” he grumped, then stormed off down the corridor.

---

5 minutes before the next hour, you crept to the library. The brothers were in their usual spots, reading old books and searching the web. Your cushion was against the wall, now.

“I, um, I thought I’d save you the trip,” you said nervously as you entered. “And, um, I’m sorry I yelled at you, Dean. I do appreciate you two looking out for me.”

Dean smiled at you, a genuine, warm smile. “Apology accepted, swee- uh, Y/N.”

“What, um, what are you guys doing?”

Dean pursed his lips before answering. He said in a gentle voice, “Are you sure you want to know?”

“I appreciate the concern, Dean, but I’m not made of glass.”

“We’re trying to research about Azaneth.”

“Oh. I probably should’ve guessed that. Does that mean you’re going after him?”

“If you want us to, we will.”

You shivered. Could they really kill him? What if he got them first? “What- um- what if, he, umm- what if he- whatifhe-”

Dean glanced at Sam, who stood up and approached you. He walked towards you slowly with his hands open and non-threatening. He put his hands gently on your shoulders.

“You don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to, Y/N,” Sam said.

“It’s ok, I just- I just can’t-”

Sam rubbed his hands up and down your upper arms. “Are you worried about him getting you again?”

You bit your lip. “No… I mean, yes, of course, but umm,” you paused, and then said in a rush, “Imworriedabouthimgettingyoutwo.”

“I didn’t quite understand that, I’m sorry, Y/N,” Sam said earnestly.

“I’m worried that he’ll kill you two, and you shouldn’t risk your lives just because of me,” you mumbled, a little slower this time.

“Y/N, we care about you. We care about the other people that Azaneth is probably hurting, and even if it’s not like what he did to you, he’s a pretty big dickhead of a demon. We’re also not stupid, we don’t go into fights we don’t think we can get out of.”

“I guess…”

Dean stood up and came into your field of view again, no longer blocked by his brother, but he didn’t come too close. “Why shouldn’t we risk our lives for you?” he said quietly. “Why should we risk them for everyone else and not you?”

“I’m not worth it,” you muttered.

“The person who convinced you of that did you and everyone a massive disservice,” Dean replied, piercingly quiet. Like a teacher who could control a room with a whisper rather than a shout. It struck to your core, bringing up many, bewildering and painful emotions.

You fled to your room.

---

The brothers still took turns checking on you, but no one brought up Azaneth again. You all ate dinner on the cushions in the kitchen again, with the brothers carrying on a conversation and you not contributing. Still, it was nice to be included.

---

The next morning, Sam was putting away the clean dishes when you came into the kitchen.

“Guess I should learn where these go,” you joked weakly.

Sam chuckled, offering you a plate. “Goes in the bottom cupboard over there. Try not to drop it,” he teased.

“I didn’t actually think I’d drop them,” you said a little awkwardly. “But it was a possibility, so it wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t really want to do it that day.”

“It may surprise you to know this, but I was far more excited that you challenged me than if you’d helped me put away some dishes,” he said sincerely.

You nodded, then focused on the plate in your hand.

“Had you felt like there were things you didn’t want to do on other days?” he asked, then hastily added, “Sorry to pry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

You tipped your head slightly to the side as you thought. “In some ways, no. Not wanting to do something, and therefore not doing it, was a fairly foreign concept to me. There were things I was afraid of and dreaded, but I knew they’d happen anyway. Having something that I just didn’t want to do was... different.”

He nodded, having been focused on your face the whole time you were speaking.

“I- I don’t even quite know why I didn’t want to put the dishes away. I just suddenly realised in that moment that you asked me that I just, didn’t really feel like it. I didn’t feel like much that day.”

Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself. Apparently, the boys were doing a lot of that around you recently.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking, you may as well say it,” you said to him.

“It’s just, I had a theory about what was going on for you that day. It took me a while to work it out but when I saw you in the evening it clicked. But I don’t want to mansplain you to you; I might be wrong.”

“Go ahead, I don’t know what I’m thinking half the time anyway.”

“You missed Dean,” he said quietly.

Oh.

Somehow, you hadn’t thought of that.

Was it true?

It felt a little bit true.

But that was ridiculous! If you missed him it was only because you missed the certainty of knowing what your master wanted, of the collar telling you what you had to do.

...Or was it?

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Trigger warning: paranoia

Word count: 1,030

Mic testing- Chapter Five: A Unsettling Interaction

It was a chilly winter day, nothing special or worth really thinking about. At least that was you thought as you performed to the non-existent crowd. You had just wrapped up a song and decided to pack up and head home.

But as you were putting the guitar away in its case, someone walked up behind you. Whipping your head around quickly you came face to face with a person standing over your crouched form, bundled up in a thick purple winter coat.

They extended a black gloved, three digit hand. You looked at their scarf-covered face and hesitantly took their hand. It's not every day a very covered stranger comes up to you out of the blue. They pulled you up as you lurched forward slightly. "Ack, apologies, I didn't mean to trip you! Are you ok!?"

They started frantically checking you for injuries, despite the fact you were just pulled up. "Fine… so what did you want..?" They paused their worried pursuit and cleared their throat dramatically. "Ah yes, I am Othello Von Ryan. I quite like the sound of your voice and was wondering if you could do one song request."

You rubbed the back of your neck and looked down at your now packed gear. "Sorry, er Von Ryan? I just packed up everything and was just about to head out…" You bent down to grab your stuff before they swiftly gripped your arm.

"Ah um, could I just hear it acapella? I promise it's not long, please." Their voice sounded a bit nervous as you sighed and relented. "Alright, one song, so what is it?" They seemed to be beaming and quickly pulled out a type of phone you've never seen before. "Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me. I have the lyrics here." They turned the phone over to you and tapped their booted feet excitedly.

You gave them an awkward smile and sang them their song. They thanked you quickly, giving you a pretty nice amount of money, and left swiftly afterwards. It was as if they didn't really exist. They appeared and disappeared without a trace. Just an odd name and request.

You gave a nervous laugh as the air now feels heavy, coming back from the flashback. "I'm sorry?" A smile was plastered on your face as you tried to examine the question presented. "Has anything odd happened during your street performing? I've heard some horror stories from other street performers and was curious if you had any of your own." The room had a cold air to it, something about that question just irked you in the wrong way.

"Not any interesting ones that I can recall, I've been extremely fortunate." You gave him a smile as you shifted in your seat, looking over at Sabrina. The yokai looked completely uncomfortable with the situation as well.

Mike pressed for a more entertaining answer. "Well it still sounds like you have a few stories. And we have about…" He trailed off and looked back at Sabrina as she, in discomfort, held up her hands twice. "...Twenty minutes left to talk."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and took in a deep breath. "Look, I'm happy to tell stories of my time in the entertainment industry. However that isn't what you are asking for. So I am uncomfortable with answering your questions." Mike just smiled as he tapped the table with his finger impatiently. "I'm just asking an innocent question, nothing malicious. You're talented and I have no doubt you have interesting stories." He paused with a slight frown before smiling ominously. "How about you tell us a few stories about the people you've met? Maybe some nice people you've encountered?"

Sabrina frowned and shook her head as she gazed at the clock. You hesitate before tapping your hand under the table with a sigh. "Yes, I've met plenty of kind people and they have helped me a lot." As the clock ticked you glanced over at the mutant woman who was just itching to press a button. Which you assumed to be the music that would be played after you left.

Suddenly a phone rings and Mike answers it. Sabrina takes the opportunity to press the button and usher you out of the room. As the door shut behind her, she turned to you with a sigh. "Sorry about him, he'll do anything for an interesting interview. You should go home, I'll explain it as an emergency." You gratefully smile at her and wave as you rush down the hall.

But looking back you see a smirk on her face as she entered the radio room again. It sent chills down your spine you thought Mike had given you. You just turn away as the door shuts behind Sabrina and quickly leave the building. Obviously waving to the receptionist before you rush out the door.

The walk home was bone chilling and filled with paranoia. Nothing was really concerning or threatening. However the way the two were clearly hiding their true intentions was something that made you flinch at every shadow and noise. Corners made you walk wide to look around them. Car lights and horns made you look around frantically. And odd sounds made you speed up your rushing.

You are about to throw up as you shakingly open your apartment door and rush into your room. Where you are greeted by your squeaking spider that caused you quite the hassle that morning. You flop face first onto your bed as Melvet climbs onto the top of your head. You struggle to push your shoes off with your feet as you adjust your laying position to look at your wall.

"Hi buddy, I'm just gonna parish here for a bit. I'm definitely not going to do that again." The white yokai chirped and rubbed itself on top of your head. You still had goosebumps and an itching feeling of unease as you smiled slightly at the small creature. You were just doing your best to ignore the strange sounds coming from your window, assuming it to be paranoia and just the city outside.

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[inmydeepestdreams]

I was ages away from my home planet, but I’ve been traveling for over a decade and I’m comfortable everywhere.

That arrogance is what got me into this situation. I traveled to a Z planet, in an outer ring of a remarkable water planet. A Z planet is small, an afterthought really, not given complete planetary status in the stars.

It didn’t have an official name. The locals called it something, but in the reading I’ve done, it’s just referred to as an extremely green Z planet.

It was lovely, really. I landed in a village and spent several days taking in the wonderful natural beauty. I had read that, at the most, there were outlying groups of people living deep in the woods, but as long as I avoided the woods, the planet was perfectly safe.

But then, there was this guy. This fucking guy, tried to steal my transport. And my dumbass got angry quickly, and well, that’s how I found myself chased out of the village but the guy and his entire household. And it wasn’t even my fault! He tried to steal my transport! Fucking asshole.

They chased me as far as a few yards into the woods before turning back, yelling that if I try and leave the woods they’ll kill me. Stuck deep in the woods without my way out, I kicked at a deep red log, angry, wondering what kind of tree that came from. I never even got to finish my drink!

This wasn’t the worst predicament I’ve found myself in, I travel too much for that. I began to wonder around in the woods, looking for a way to get around the pack of assholes guarding the tree line so I can get back to my way off the damn rock.

As I stumbled, I took in the gorgeous forestry, it was lush but not dangerous, gazing at the light purple mist over red and green growth on the ground, I began to think the things I’d heard about the forest people were myth to protect the nature.

That was, until I walked around a large, twisting tree to see a bare chested man not an arms length ahead of me.

He was taller, taller than the people from my home planet but not the tallest I’ve encountered in my time. Still, if I wanted to punch him in the face, I’d have to really put my knees into a jump. He was naked except for a deep red skirt around his waist and a long brown leather strap around his neck. The cloth had what appeared to be leaves pressed into the material. His eyes glittered brown with red flecks I found immediately interesting.

“Why have you come to our home?” He asked. To my surprise, upon looking at the cloth covering him again, I noticed quite a large bulge. I figured, because of the fabric, he was covering genitals, as I’ve only met people who only wear these things to cover private areas, but it felt a bit taboo for me to see that he had a penis, or something similar to a penis, and it was noticeably erect.

I really should’ve done some more research before coming to this plant.

“Um, some assholes chased me into here. I’m from like, a whole different galaxy,” I waved my hands, nervous as I saw the skirt start to tent, it was just getting bigger somehow, I tried to keep my eyes trained on his. “They tried to steal my transport. I don’t want any trouble, I just want to go home.”

“The villagers often engage in cruelty with visitors, as there are no laws in place to protect those not from our planet.”

“Definitely didn’t know that before I came here.”

Ok, don’t look at his hard cock. Don’t look at it. Look at his, um, his perfectly plush deep purple lips, they were shiny with what I assumed to be cosmetics but what the hell do I know really. Okay don’t look at his lips or his cock, what about his broad shoulders with the gold markings that I’d love to trace with my finger?

Fuck.

“They’re waiting for me, I’m not sure how I can get back.”

“We can get you back.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you-“

“We will walk you right back to your transport. On one condition.”

“Condition?”

“You must stay the night in our camp, stay with us all.”

With us all.

I felt a shiver run straight through me. His cock bobbed under his clothes, I really wanted to see it.

“Or, you can continue to wander, maybe you find your own way out.”

“No, that’s okay, I’ll go with you, I’ll take your way.”

“Excellent, come now, please.”

When I approached him, he held my hand and excitedly pulled me deeper into the woods. I could do nothing but follow him, at his whim, hoping this would just be another adventure I can boast on a planet far from here.

He led me to a clear of a large settlement, the homes were tall and thin and made of stone but everyone appeared to be out of them, mingling The red sun in the sky began to purple, there was a large fire lit in the center. These were a people I could not tell the sex of, they were all dressed similarly to the person I was with but it was clear I was out of my element.

“Friends!” He called, getting everyone who gathered at the fires attention, “this is our new friend, they will be staying with us tonight, in exchange, we will offer them safe passage through the village to their ship.”

“Hi,” I smiled awkwardly and waved.

Before I knew it, I was being led up on a pedestal. It felt like a natural hill but under my feet it was solid like rock.

“You consent to an evening of sacrifice?” The person who led me there asked me, which instantly filled me with fear.

“Sacrifice? No! You told me you’d take me to my transport tomorrow!”

The person chuckled, unruffled by my anxiety.

“Sacrifice means different things in different worlds. Here, to gain favor for the gods, we will use your body. Your pleasure will entertain the elders and the gods alike, so we can prosper for the future.”

I looked at him, wary.

“What does it mean exactly.”

“It means that you will be restrained, and everyone who feels the need, typically those with appendages like mine, will come and touch you until you shake and cry, and it will happen all night and for some of tomorrow morning, and we will take you to your ship when the sun is not yet high in the sky.”

They’re going to fuck me, all of them.

“Hell yes, I consent.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve had good sex, almost eight years since my last time with more than five people at a time. I liked to be aggressive during, so the restraints were a bit disappointing, but I wasn’t passing up multiple orgasms, nor was I gonna pass up seeing what he’s hiding between their legs.

The ground shifted, and to my surprise, a tall, plush looking platform raised to my level. It was red, green, and yellow, it reminded me of moss, but I couldn’t make a direct comparison.

“The traveler has consented, the sacrifice will begin with our eldest friend.”

Oh, an old person. Well. Why not, when on planet Z, right?

I felt the original person’s strong hand on my back, forcing me forward until I was bent over in an extremely compromising position, the mossy platform landed just below my breasts, which I was grateful for, as it would he uncomfortable had they been squished.

Another young person came to the platform, short hair in the color of the seas of my planet with breasts that hang free of any fabric, the skirt between their legs tented like so many others.

This person, with the breasts so pretty I could hardly look away, ripped my beige shirt down until I was completely exposed. My own breasts were much smaller by comparison, sitting atop the platform with noticibly hard nipples. They smiled and gripped one, pulling hard, hard enough for me to gasp.

Behind me, it was clear they were growing tired of my layers. A short green skirt over what I consider to be the best pants to get work done in. I wasn’t dressed for fashion, not that day and rarely ever. My light brown, extremely loose, pants had paint stains on them from some work I did off planet.

My skirt was flipped up and my belt was torn off. The person who exposed my tits began to massage my scalp, their long nails in my hair, scratching my head felt so soothing I felt my head droop.

My belt fell from the platform, but I hardly noticed as I relaxed forward, focusing only on the hand in my hair and the warmth of the fire.

My pants were yanked down, and then I remembered, to my horror, what I was wearing under them.

Okay, don’t judge me. Please. It’s just. I find these underwear from early earth, a planet long gone, to be kind of sexy. And when I know I’m going to touch myself later, putting them on arouses me. I get a thrill wearing them under my clothes, how was I supposed to know I’d end up the center of a sexual sacrifice.

They were pink and lacy, I stole them from a shop on Mars 367, they specialized in earthly objects. They wear cheaply made. Baby pink with light blue lace trim, the pattern was white polka dots. I was wet early just thinking of wearing them, of the humiliation of someone finding out what I was doing. Now everyone knew, everyone saw it, my cheeks burned as a few people laughed at me, pants around my ankles, clothes that seemed extremely foreign to them soaked through with my want.

The person behind me began to massage my ass, not unlike the hands in my hair. I felt myself grow needier and needier, until I was rolling my hips forward into nothing at all. My nipples rubbed against my arms, which were now tied to the platform. My pants and shoes were removed altogether but the panties were still on.

Shockingly, as the hands kneaded my ass and the fingernails scraped my scalp, I felt myself plummet towards orgasm. My mouth fell open in a silent cry as I gushed into my already destroyed panties, a wet spot appearing suddenly up my ass as my orgasm made itself known to general public.

Someone banged a drum, everyone cheered. I opened my eyes to gaze at the person massaging my brain to mush, they looked eager, beautiful, excited. I wanted to kiss them but of course, couldn’t move.

Fingers danced along my wet panties, I heard a low, deep chuckle behind me.

“What is the meaning behind these clothes?” They asked, voice so deep it rumbled through my body. I was still so horny it hurt and I wondered when the fucking would begin.

“M-meaning? No meaning, I just like to wear them.”

“Why?” I was asked by someone else, someone in the crowd very close to me. I looked at them with glazed over eyes.

“Makes me feel sexy,” I answered honestly, surprised at how loose my tongue was, “turns me on.”

“They bring you pleasure, we will keep them on, for now, and just pull them out of the way when necessary.”

With that, I felt the biggest cock I’ve ever felt in my life slap against my covered pussy.

I jolted, surprised, I could feel it stick to my panties, wet with my come and what I can only imagine to be their leaking come. They’d be ruined forever. I was gonna frame these underwear.

The stranger rubbed their cock, or what did they call it? Appendage? Against my clothed pussy, driving me absolutely wild. The tip pushed upwards, just barely grazing my clothed cock, sending sparks down my spine.

My frustration grew as they continued only to rub, no one seemed to be in any sort of hurry, but I needed to come again, i needed it bad, I needed it more than anything.

“Fuck-fucking get inside me.”

“You aren’t in charge here,” said the person who was giving me a scalp massage. Now they’re rubbing my temples, my head against their ample chest.

God, their hands on my head felt good. What could they possibly be doing to me?

Behind me, the strangers hand widened my legs for me, I felt a warm breeze come from the south, it was a lovely evening in unfamiliar territory, I have never been taken apart like this, I have never orgasmed hands free.

The stranger began to play with my cock over the panties, my hips stuttered forward as I let out an embarrassing mewl. I’m not like this-submissive-noisy. I’m stoic, collected. They were turning me into something else entirely.

Their hands slipped under the tight fabric of my panties, I felt the pad of a thumb swipe over my little dick.

The person rearranging my brain disappeared suddenly, the person behind me continued rubbing absently at my most sensitive areas, but they grabbed me by my hair and forced my gaze up, forward, to a smiling crowd, one person was holding a mirror to me.

I saw my tits sitting atop the platform, hard nipples begging to be sucked on. I saw glimpses of the enormous figure behind me, but most of all, I saw my mouth fall open and my face screw up embarrassingly as my second orgasm racked my body.

They banged the drum again.

“You’re easy to pleasure, this will be an enjoyable night,” said the most familiar stranger, the one that is probably their leader.

After that, I came again, shaking, just from the scalp massage. This person seemed to unlock some special, pleasurable sector of my brain, it’s like my mind came along with my body. Again, the drum.

I didn’t feel a cock enter my hole probably an hour into the night, which was surprising, considering I was the toy for everyone to enjoy, and there were plenty of faces in the crowd to please.

The person tapped their cock against my wet underwear, I heard them giggle.

The other person was holding the mirror again, I looked back to see the person that would fuck me, long black hair with gold woven through, bare tits accentuated by gold chains. My mouth watered as I gazed at their hard nipples, when they stood up straighter, I could just barely glimpse at the appendage I’ve been calling their cock.

The mirror was taken away. The massager returned, I pushed forward, resting my head on their chest.

My panties, for the first time that night, were pulled all the day down, I could feel the cold wetness at my ankles. A warm wind blew my skirt, tickling my bare skin, the persons cock teased against my wet hole.

Their hand found my one sensitive dick as they plunged into me, laughing as I sucked them in. Everyone in the crowd hummed approvingly. With fingers flicking over my cock, and their own pumping inside me, I began to wonder if these people would take me in permanently. I wouldn’t be opposed.

By this point, you’d think I was getting tired. The opposite was occurring. With every touch, every orgasm, I was growing more and more desperate. Every bit of pleasure was not enough, I felt as though they were weak, and I needed something more, more, more!

Someone came in me, I felt their come fill me up and leak out, even before they pulled their cock out. These were a species of people that came a lot.

It took me about three hours into the night to realize it was their come making me feel this way. Every time I took a load I felt tingles all throughout my body, it took everything in me not to cry and beg for more. The scalp massage, the magic come, unskilled hands on my dick, anything.

Two people approached me from the front after the last person was finished, the scalp massager left me again, making me want to cry. One of the people had large, perky tits with nipples that had to have been painted bright pink. When my mouth found one, I understood this to be true, as I rolled the sensitive skin between my teeth.

They pulled me off their breast and stood closer, cradling my head against her soft chest. I wondered why I was being held this way, they were attempting to soothe me, it seemed, rubbing at my hair and saying what sounded like sweet things in their language.

My legs were wet from my orgasms and from the orgasms of others. For the first time that night I worried this was some sort of breeding ritual, and that id come away with offspring, but that’s something I could handle far away, on my own ship with medicine, so I quit wondering.

Someone bit into my left ass cheek.

My mouth fell open in shock, and a second later, they did it again.

This person moved, biting either as light as just a drag of the teeth to as hard as a bruise of the skin, until they moved lower, lower, and their tongue flitted over my hole.

I jerked forward, somehow surprised. The entire time, the audience was watching intently, thoroughly entertained and discussing the events as they unfolded.

Their tongue plunged into my hole, and that’s when I felt it. Ripples of pleasure rolled from my head to my toes. It was not unlike an orgasm but I could tell that difference. I realized that the paint that had been on the nipple i sucked had some sort of aphrodisiac quality, and my brain promptly shut off. I leaned heavily on the person cradling my head, mouth open, drooling, as the person fell even further and began to mouth at the base of my cock.

I was overwhelmed with pleasure, the crowd became a blur as I could only focus on my entire body and the sparkles of pleasure that erupted with every touch. Someone was sucking hard on my dick, I came as a cock found it’s way into my hole.

Then I was being fucked, hard, while the other person sucked me dry. My moans were loud and shocking, the crowd was especially revved up. The pleasure I felt was impossible, in that moment I was totally an object, something to be use, and I was deeply enjoying it.

I came again, and again, and at one point, I was coming so many times it seemed like the drum never stopped sounding. My orgasms sprayed around two cocks and pattered at my feet, oh. There were two cocks in me, no, three. I could hardly keep my eyes open, the hands were in my scalp again-

When it was over, it took me an hour and a half to have a halfway clear head again. The morning hour was celebrated and food was rolled out, there was dancing and cheering.

The person that tied me up came to free me. I immediately slumped to the floor and was picked up, their strong arm under my knees, I rested my head on their hard chest and noticed their equally hard appendage. Did they ever go down?

They carried me to a small room, I didn’t remember going through a door, but I guess I did. I was put in a soft, foamy bathtub, and three people began to rub sponges over my body.

The person sat with me and held my hand. When I felt slightly clearer, they asked me:

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes,” my voice was hoarse from crying out, I was given a drink that taste sweet, it was energizing. “I don’t want to leave.”

“You don’t have to, but I don’t think you mean that. Have more to drink and you’ll be in the right headspace to make decisions.”

“It was amazing, thank you.”

I drank and felt better by the end of my bath. My clothes were returned to me. Embarrassingly, the panties I wore were given back to me folded up in a woven bag.

“They are quite wet still,” the smiling person said. I felt a flutter in my chest and red on my cheeks as I took the stupid article of clothing.

I was escorted, as promised, back to my craft. Clean, bathed, and on slightly shaky legs, nearly the entire village came with me.

The town that had kicked me out gathered, the man who tried to steal my transport was promptly removed from where he was trying to break in. They all watched in shocked horror, I felt satisfaction in that moment.

“Can I come back?”

“You can stay,” said someone hopeful, an eager smile on their face.

“I can’t stay, I have things to do.”

They took this with a bit of disappointment, but seemed to understand. It was quite remarkable - I never felt unsafe the entire sacrifice.

“You are always welcome, you know your way now.”

I didn’t waste any time starting up my transport, and before long, I was hovering a few thousand miles above the planet, looking down, getting ready to plan my next visit.

#unedited #work? nah not safe #public #exhibition kink #group stuff #what have I done I don’t know