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mattsundaes-interact · 7 months ago

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𝟯.𝟱𝗸 𝗥𝗘𝗖 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

hi everyone! i recently hit 3.5k on here and wanted to do something as a major thank you! so, in honor of the occasion, here's a much overdo fic and blog rec list!

BALDUR'S GATE III

@libbybee — i live for their astarion fics! i live for astarion either way, but i adore the way they write him!! writes for both ascended! and spawn! which is nice because i love to engage with both sides of his character.

oh, you're hard to please by @ghost-proofbaby (astarion)

alleyway affairs by @ladylarynn (astarion)

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

@strwberri-milk — i'm so obsessed with their work and the way they write the boys (especially zayne)! such a good place to start if you're starting to delve into love and deepspace but don't know what you want to read first! also my favorite blog to stop by if i have just a little bit of time to kill and want some yummy goodness

@sylusdoll — absolutely looooooveeee their fics and everything they post. helps me get a little dose of the lads boys when i've farmed just about all i can farm in game :)

rafayel proving how beautiful you are by @astridthevalkyrie (rafayel)

what's mine by @aeyumicore (zayne)

better than the devil by @syluss-littlecrow (sylus)

a rising sun by @boobearymuch (sylus)

PETER PARKER

@webslingingslasher — writes peter parker like actually no other. the emotional damage that this blog has put me through should be STUDIED. i'm not even kidding in the slightest saying that i've laughed, cried, felt tiny, aching chest pains reading their work. you have to have to have to check them out.

nerdy!peter and video games by @webslingingslasher

something in the orange by @webslingingslasher

'is that blood?' by @bcyhoods

movies with peter by @thyme-in-a-bubble

TED LASSO

@its-time-to-write — some of the best fiction i've read in my life. nothing can compare to the way i felt last summer reading everything about jamie tartt that i could get my hands on and discovering their fics! a must read for jamie readers.

i can see you by @rqgnarok (jamie tartt)

touch deprived by @its-time-to-write (jamie tartt)

bored by @its-time-to-write (jamie tartt)

it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know by @beybaldes (roy kent)

TOP GUN

@gretagerwigsmuse — writes for bradley bradshaw so exquisitely and deliciously, and also has some of the best recs that they reblog

start of a silver fox by @topherwrites (jake seresin)

hey, neighbour! by @sunlightmurdock (jake seresin)

MISC.

@youvebeenlivingfictional — some of my absolute favorite fics i've read on this site! so many different fandoms that i dip my toes into, but i first discovered their blog because of their harvey specter fics! either way, definitely worth a read or few!!!

@dixonsbrat — their fics evoke a really lovely sense of warmth within me! also write for a whole bunch of different characters, namely stranger things and outer banks (but also my lovely lovely astarion)

@thyme-in-a-bubble — again, writes for sooo many of my blorbos! i absolutely adore their fluffier fics, but also gets down and dirty with some of the nastiest smut i've read. love them and their blog vibes so so much!

@ohcaptains — everyone's probably SICK of hearing me talk about their blog, but i will never shut up about them actually. i will read for fandoms i've never been interested in or, honestly, ever heard of just because i love the way they write soooo much

@bruisedboys — i love love love them and the way they write for their characters!! always a blog i can go to if i know i need a good fixing of one of my pookies

@anqeliclust — one of the sweetest blogs i’ve met on my time on here!! always so lovely to talk to and i adore everything they post!

@dameronscopilot — one of the first blogs i fell in loooovvvveee with. there’s fics that they’ve posted that i read years ago when i started my blog and i still think about them to this day

@ladylannisterxo — always seems to be right on track with whatever my hyperfixation may be!! i love interacting with them and seeing them on my dash!!

warmer than a comforter by @evieelyzabethh (spike btvs)

#❤️❤️❤️

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mattsundaes-interact · 7 months ago

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I first read IBYBS two days or so ago I believe, and I loved it so much I immediately reread it the day after. I love everything about it, the characterization of Benny is just so spot on and believable and I’m such a sucker for mutual pining and slow burn and you’ve done such a stellar job at making your readers feel every inch of emotion you’ve incorporated into the series, including the ones untold. I think it’s such a beautiful series and it’s definitely my favorite Benny fic written by anyone so far and I’m really excited to see what you’ve got in store next! Listening to Picture You by Chappell Roan while reading the fic really sold it for me as well, it fits so beautifully into the type of longing that’s described throughout IBYBS <3

i've been sitting here for days trying to formulate an adequate response to this, and i still don't think i have the words to express my full gratitude, but my heart is so so so so full right now :') like, completely overflowing with love.

IBYBS will always be one of my favourite things i've ever written, so knowing you enjoyed it enough to immediately reread it means SO much to me. thank you endlessly for your extremely kind words, and for taking the time to say this 🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶.

also, i love chappell roan!! picture you fits so well UGH<3 if i could remember my spotify password, i'd add it to the series playlist!!!

#answers from the cockpit

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mattsundaes-interact · 7 months ago

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as per @romanarose's request 💖—

Thanksgiving with the Triple Frontier Boys

BENNY

Has been banned from turkey duty for the last 3 years because one year he waited until the night before to start defrosting it, the next year he accidentally bought a chicken, and the year after that he “surprised” everyone by making a Hot Cheetos turkey.

Was finally allowed to be in charge of the turkey again this year, bought an outdoor deep fryer to cook it.

Gets into a fight with Santiago every year because he thinks canned cranberry sauce is the best and he always brings it.

Always brings the best biscuits, acts very mysterious and refuses to tell anyone where he buys them from (they’re from Popeyes).

Brought Doritos for whatever reason?

WILL

Is the host because he has the best television and living room set up to watch the football game.

Had an entire extra turkey ready to go in the oven when he rightly assumed that Benny’s deep fried turkey would be an absolute disaster.

Nobody but him is allowed to make the mashed potatoes after the crunchy potatoes disaster of 2013, the stringy potatoes nightmare of 2015, and the liquid potatoes catastrophe of 2016.

He’s also the only one that’s allowed to use the electric carving knife.

SANTIAGO

Makes his own cranberry sauce from scratch.

Spitefully bought all of the canned cranberry sauce at the grocery store Benny goes to (and donated it to a food bank) so he wouldn’t have it.

(The joke was on him because Benny already had a stockpile in his pantry.)

Everyone hates green beans besides him. He brings an entire tray anyway and purposely puts them on everyone’s plates.

Makes the best sweet potatoes, hands down (and he surprised Benny by finally giving in and making the sweet potato casserole he begs him to make every year).

FRANKIE

Stopped at the McDonalds drive thru and got a bag full of cheeseburgers on the way "just in case."

Bought every single kind of pie at the grocery store because he was getting anxiety watching everyone fight over flavors in the group chat.

Has been bringing the same store bought mac and cheese tray for the past 5 years. They all love it. Everyone thinks he’s making it at home from scratch. Will probably never tell them otherwise.

Made a ridiculous Jell-O salad one year just to fuck with everyone. Benny ate the entire thing just to make a point (and spent the next two hours throwing up). Will has since banned Jell-O from Thanksgiving, period.

#this too

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mattsundaes-interact · 7 months ago

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Not that you have to give me more content but just an FYI, DBF Santi still haunts me okay thanks love u bye

hi ily here's an unhinged filthy little thanksgiving present xoxo!!

cut the brakes

Dad’s Best Friend!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!reader

Summary: The turkey isn’t the only thing getting stuffed this year when you come home for Thanksgiving.

Word Count: 3k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, DAD'S BEST FRIEND SANTIAGO, implied age gap (reader is of age), stuffed for Thanksgiving!, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, mention of oral sex (m!receiving)

Shivering outside in the crisp November air, you gritted your teeth at the feeling of the light drizzle of rain falling from the sky. Couldn’t it at least be snow? You tucked your hands further into the long sleeves of your knitted dress—you’d be fucking damned if you had to march back up to the door of your shitty boyfriend’s house to say you forgot your jacket. No, you’d rather freeze.

At the sight of a familiar black pick up truck rounding the corner at the end of the street, your heart lurched in your chest. There was no fucking way.

And yet, clearly there was, because to your complete and total surprise, when the truck came to a stop beside the curb, Santiago Garcia stepped out from the driver’s side.

Santiago Garcia, the object of far too many of your wet dreams over the years. Wildly inappropriate dreams, given the fact that the man currently standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets and a lopsided grin on his face was your dad’s best friend.

In an attempt to avoid busy holiday weekend traffic on the roads, you’d opted to take the train instead to come home for Thanksgiving. And while the initial plan was to spend the early afternoon with your boyfriend’s family before the two of you headed to your dad’s place, a nasty argument had thrown a wrench into the day.

When you’d called your dad and asked him if he could swing by to grab you, it sounded like he’d already had a few drinks, so you assumed one of your uncles or cousins would be pulling up. Not him.

The last time you saw Santiago was at a barbecue at his house shortly before you moved out years ago—after finishing your degree at a local university, you’d chosen an out-of-town grad school. The late summer evening had found you with just enough alcohol buzzing in your veins to corner him in the hallway inside, at which point all of the furtive glances and suggestive conversation building up between the two of you came to a head in a heated, messy, desperate kiss.

A kiss that Santiago quickly stopped between one heartbeat and the next, hands placed firmly on your shoulders as he took in your drunken state.

“Not like this,” he’d said roughly, shaking his head as he led you into the kitchen and poured you a cold glass of water.

You’d left the following week, and you hadn’t spoken to him since. Despite the amount of time he normally spent at your dad’s house, you’d somehow managed not to run into him on any of your trips home in the years since.

Until now.

You face burned in embarrassment as he approached you, and you glanced down at your feet.

“Where’s your jacket?”

Although you knew he was standing there, you still startled at the sound of his voice, and you awkwardly gestured back toward the house behind you.

Santi quirked an eyebrow and shrugged off his dark blue bomber jacket, draping it over your shoulders as he lightly rested a hand against the middle of your back and led you over to the truck, opening the passenger side door for you. You tried not to make it too obvious as you inhaled the scent of his cologne that was wrapped around you.

As he pulled back out onto the road, the cab of the truck was quiet save for the rumble of the engine, the occasional squeak of the windshield wipers, and the lulling pitter patter of raindrops outside.

When a few minutes had passed, Santiago finally broke the silence, “So what happened?”

You shrugged, “We got into an argument.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my relationship problems.”

A huff of laughter left Santi’s lips. “We’ve got a half hour drive, try me.”

And so you sighed, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window and recounting the fight. An unfortunate series of events had led you to finally confront your suspicions that your boyfriend was cheating on you shortly after you arrived at his house, at which point he’d erupted into an avalanche of gaslighting—going so far as to blame you for living too far away. He’d punctuated the whole thing with an off-handed remark about how pathetic it was that you’d clearly tried so hard to dress up for dinner to the point where you looked ridiculous…and so you’d grabbed your purse and stormed out of his house before the food had even hit the table.

You looked at your distorted reflection in the wet side view mirror, frowning. Boots, stockings, and a cozy cable knit dress didn’t seem that out of place for Thanksgiving, but you sure felt pathetic either way as you flipped down the visor mirror, hastily wiping the corner of your eye where your mascara had protested against the tears that had strewn down your cheeks earlier.

“You look great.”

“What?” Although you had been talking to him, you’d somehow gotten lost in your own thoughts as you finished telling Santiago what happened.

You turned to find Santi staring at you as he came to a stop at a red light, and the weight of his gaze was heavy as he repeated himself, “You look great. Fuck your stupid boyfriend.”

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Despite the fact that you found yourself wholly occupied in the hours that passed after you arrived at your dad’s, several family members taking turns catching up with you to ask about work and your studies, you were buzzing with a constant, palpable awareness of Santiago’s presence in the house.

More than once, you found yourself entirely distracted mid-conversation as you heard the rumbling sound of his laughter from across the room, your heart leaping at the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he threw his head back.

Although he kept his distance, eventually you saw him wander into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye as you opened the oven, bending down to baste the turkey. When you squeezed the bulb of the blaster, you swore you heard Santiago choke, but when you turned around, he was gone.

And perhaps it was a bit over the top, but when he walked by you in the hallway a bit later with a slice of pumpkin pie on a plate, you darted a finger out and swiped a dollop of whipped cream off of it before you could stop yourself. His eyes widened a fraction, and his jaw ticked; he looked like he wanted to say something, but at the sound of your father’s voice calling out to him from living room, he swiftly turned on his heel and kept walking.

You didn’t find Santiago alone again until later, once some guests had begun to leave and the rest were strewn about the living room cheering and groaning as they watched the football game. Slipping his jacket back on, you quietly slid open the patio door that he had walked out through a few minutes earlier.

Eyes scanning the dark backyard, you eventually saw the dull, orange glow of a cigarette off in the corner. You strode over to find Santiago sitting with his legs spread wide as he leaned back in a chair, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

“Hey.”

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly as you approached, and he dropped the small white stick to the ground, crushing it under his foot.

“Hey.”

The toes of your shoes nudged against his as you came to a stop in front of him.

“Your idiot boyfriend call you to apologize yet?”

You crossed your arms, briefly glancing up at the collection of stars littering the sky. “Nah, I think it’s over.”

Santi nodded, biting his lip. “That’s good.”

You stepped closer, coming to stand between his spread thighs. “Yeah,” you agreed.

Suddenly remembering the guise you’d come outside under in the first place, you began to shrug the jacket off of your shoulders as you explained, “Figured you might want this back.”

Santi sat up and reached out to pull the jacket back up over your shoulders. “I’m fine, you wear it.”

You fought the urge to grab his hands as his fingertips briefly brushed across the bare skin of your chest exposed by the dip in the front of your dress.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, bouncing your weight from foot to foot as you began to wish you’d worn thicker stockings.

“I’ve been colder,” he responded matter-of-factly, an assessing look in his eyes as he gazed up at you, running a hand over the stubble on his chin.

Before you could think better of it, you shot a look over your shoulder at the dark windows in the kitchen before climbing right into Santiago’s lap, leaving your legs to hang off of the sides of the chair as you straddled him.

“Does this help?” you asked, voice far more even than it should have been, given the way your heart was rapidly beating in your chest.

Santi’s breath hitched in his throat as he tentatively brought his hands up to rest at your waist.

“Dios mío,” he muttered under his breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He was right. You shouldn’t. You were so fucking stu—

But as you went to stand back up, Santi’s fingers dug firmly into your hips. “I said we shouldn’t. Not that I don’t want to.”

Oh.

Something heady fluttered in your chest.

“Kiss me then,” you breathed out.

And Santiago didn’t hesitate to cup the back of your head, closing the distance between your mouths as he crashed his lips into yours.

While your first kiss was lost in a haze of desperation, there was a heated, focused purpose now in the way Santi’s mouth melted against yours, one that left you dizzy as he tugged your bottom lip into his mouth.

When he licked his way across the seam of your mouth, you parted your lips, and you couldn’t help but arch your entire body into his at the possessive way his tongue claimed yours. Even with the chill, heat radiated off of his body and seeped into yours as you rolled your hips against him, and Santi moaned into the kiss at the feeling of your hot core pressing down on his growing erection.

You rocked into him again, whining at the pleasure that crept up your spine at the pressure of his hard shaft insistently prodding your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Santi’s lips detached from yours, and he grasped your left hand, bringing it up to his face. He stared at you as he pressed pointed kisses to the tips of your fingers and asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

Your heart swooped as he drug his lips down the inside of your fingers, stopping to mouth at the center of your palm. He brushed his tongue across your skin before pressing a searing kiss there, looking up at you once more.

“Yes.”

As soon as the words left your lips, Santi’s hands were pushing up the edges of your dress, but he faltered momentarily as he considered your tights. But before you could get up to take them off, he reached into his pocket, flourishing a pocket knife.

Jesus Christ.

You hadn’t woken up today expecting to find yourself tucked into a dark corner of your dad’s backyard, cunt gushing with arousal at the sight of Santiago fucking Garcia cutting a hole in your tights with a goddamn pocket knife. And yet here you were, whimpering and panting as he hastily shoved the knife back in his pocket and engulfed your lips yet again, kissing you deeply as he hooked a thumb in your underwear and drug a finger through your sopping wet folds.

“So fucking wet,” Santi’s voice was rough as he observed how needy you were for him. He had no idea.

Bucking into the feeling of his fingers dragging through your tight channel as he licked his way inside of your mouth, your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his pants. When you finally pulled his thick cock from the confines of his pants, wrapping your hands around it, Santiago moaned huskily into the kiss.

As you began to pump his shaft, Santi pulled away for a moment. “I don’t have a—“

After briefly assuring him that you had an IUD and confirming both of you were clean, you swore you felt Santi’s length stiffen even further in the grip of your fingers as you whined, “Wanna feel you inside of me, Santiago. Please.”

Santi curled the two fingers currently buried in your cunt, and you gasped, squirming in his lap.

“Cariño, you’re so fucking tight. Don’t know if my fat cock is going to fit in your pretty little pussy,” he leaned in to whisper into your ear.

Heat coiled in your gut as his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. “Fucking stuff it in there, Santi. Fill me up, please. I don’t care. Make it fit. I need you so bad,” you whimpered.

Santi reached between you to take his shaft in one hand, and you lifted yourself so he could line his head up with your slick entrance. At the feeling of his head notched against your fluttering hole, you began to sink down onto him, slowly easing his cock inside of you.

“Just tell me if it hurts,” he said.

“I want it to hurt,” you panted out.

Santi cursed, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, mouthing at your neck as you both moaned in unison. Your legs trembled as his wide girth split you open, sliding through the thick pool of arousal coating your narrow channel.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. Taking me so fuckin’ good.” Santi groaned, chest heaving as he bottomed out inside of you.

You slowly began to rock your hips, skin prickling at the delicious drag of his length through your sensitive inner walls, your cunt greedily clamping down on the thick intrusion.

“Wanted you for so long, Santi,” you panted as he left a trail of hot kisses up your neck, dragging his lips across the curve of your jaw before claiming your mouth again.

“Don’t think your boyfriend would like to hear that,” Santi said against your lips, nipping at them.

“Ex-boyfriend,” you clarified, writhing as he brought a hand down to toy with your clit.

“Gonna make you forget all about him when you come all over my cock,” Santi growled.

“I used to think about you when he was fucking me,” you admitted, one hand clutching Santiago’s shoulder and the other threaded into his hair.

“Fuck.” Santi moaned, lavishing your mouth with a hungry, bruising kiss. “Was gonna sneak you out of here and over to my place tonight, but you were probably soaking through your panties all night at dinner, huh? Couldn’t wait, so you needed me to fuck you right here in your dad’s backyard?”

Admittedly, this wasn’t your best choice of venue, and you could only hope that the darkness of the yard would give you time to scramble off of his lap should someone step outside. And yet the thought of getting caught sent a thrill of excitement down your spine.

Santi chuckled, feeling the way you clenched down on him in reaction, and the ache between your thighs continued to build as his shaft massaged your inner walls.

He continued, “I think you love the thought that someone might catch me fucking you out here, that someone might see what a good little dirty fucking girl you are, riding my cock like you were made for it.”

If this was the only chance you ever had to fuck Santiago Garcia, let it be known that the memory of his filthy words alone would be enough to get you off until the end of time.

“Harder, Santi,” you pleaded, eager to feel him lose control, to feel the head of his shaft slamming directly into your cervix.

Santiago obliged, hands grasping your hips in a solid, unrelenting grip as he pounded into you with fervor. You shuddered, muscles tightening as the heat pooling in your abdomen finally spilled over, pleasuring rushing through your body in waves. You quivered in his arms as you rode out your intense climax, cunt gushing on his throbbing cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Santi’s voice was hushed as he watched you come down from your orgasm and kissed you softly.

As you moved your lips with his, the kiss quickly grew heated again, and Santi increased the pace of his thrusts, You ground down into him, looking down to marvel at the way his cock disappeared into your body each time he sunk back into you.

You felt as his hips began to stutter, and Santi asked, “Where?”

“Inside. Please. Come inside of me, Santi,” you pleaded.

A strangled sound left Santi’s mouth, and he roughly slammed into you, your drenched cunt squelching wetly around his length. You bounced in his lap while the steady rhythm of his thrusts began to dissipate into a desperate frenzy of movement, until finally plunged deep inside of you to the hilt and sunk his teeth into your collarbone, moaning huskily as he filled you with the thick, hot ropes of cum spurting from his cock.

You remained in his lap while he softened inside of you, cum dribbling from your hole as he cupped your face with both hands and pressed his mouth to yours.

He kissed you languidly for a moment before pulling away. “So…is it terrible that all I can think about is driving you back over there to get your jacket so you can walk back into his house with my cum running down your thighs?”

You shivered at the thought. “In that case, it might be all over my lips, too, if I can do what I was thinking about earlier on the drive over here…”

Santi groaned at the thought of having your lips parted around his cock, taking him deep into your throat while his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel.

He pulled his keys out of his pocket with a flourish and grinned.

Part 2 - illicit affair

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#bringing this back for thanksgiving LOL

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mattsundaes-interact · 7 months ago

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🍑 please can i ask for kayce dutton + size kink?

kayce dutton x f!reader

18+ — size kink, messy foreplay, edging, unprotected p in v, rough sex, creampie

"You're gonna kill me, woman."

Gone is Kayce's steady, confident drawl that whispered smoothly in your ear down in the kitchen as his hands wrapped around your waist, fingertips brushing against the soft, cotton material of your new sundress.

His tone is rough now, wavering precariously as his jaw grows more slack with each roll of your hips, pupils unfocused as his gaze flits from your naked form to the ceiling fan that's slowly rotating above.

Kayce's doing his best to be patient, he really is. Despite the fact that his balls are fucking aching with anticipation, heels digging in as far as the mattress will give, and he's nearly drawn blood twice from how hard he's repeatedly bitten his lower lip.

But he'll wait.

He always does.

Because the pool of pre-cum spilling across his chest and his flushed, throbbing cock are worth it, worth this—

He groans, eyes falling shut as you drag your damp folds down his shaft once more. You're so fucking wet, your inner thighs and Kayce's cock and balls are soaked with your arousal, and each time you run your hot core along the creamy, slippery trail of his erection, the slick sound that follows is downright filthy.

You can't help it, this need to rut against him like a bitch in heat. Because the fact of the matter is: Kayce's cock is long and thick, far bigger than anyone else you've ever been with.

And while you didn't particularly think that size mattered much before him, now, the mere thought of the delicious feeling of him stretching you open like nothing else ever has finds you needily clenching your thighs together at all hours of the goddamn day.

"'m gonna come like this if you don't let me fuck you soon, honey," he pants out, callused fingers grasping at your left hip.

It's happened before, because you have a tendency to get more than a little cock drunk sliding up and down on his erection—it just feels so fucking good. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't love edging both Kayce and yourself nearly to brink.

Because when you do finally let the head of his dick catch against your fluttering entrance, that's when he takes charge—

Kayce's quick to flip you over, driving his cock into your cunt in one slick, hard snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt.

"Oh fuck," he breathes out, forehead falling against yours.

You feel so full like this, with the pressure of Kayce's girth stuffed inside of you, body wracked with pleasure as your tight walls clench down on him.

When you're both this keyed up, it doesn't take long for Kayce to drag you over the edge with his deep, rough plunging thrusts as he murmurs, "Come for me."

Kayce's lips slot against yours, kissing you fervently as his climax follows, and you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his cum spurting deep into your cunt.

▸more appeteasers 🍑

#srb bc kayce is baaaaaaaack

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mattsundaes-interact · 7 months ago

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I don’t know anything about Yellowstone besides it’s yeehaw cowboys…but I’m gonna assume someone needs to do bookkeeping. And I just would love your thoughts on someone lucky enough to be doing the books along with keeping some cowboy’s cock nice and toasty warm.

write off

kayce dutton x f!reader

18+ — thigh riding, cockwarming, p in v

"Kayce," you whine, the pen nestled between your fingers clattering onto the surface of the kitchen table as the man beneath you shifts in the chair you're both seated in.

"Hmm?"

His chin rests in the gentle curve between your shoulder and neck, stubble scraping against your soft skin as he lifts his head to nose at the corner of your jaw.

Admittedly, when you ran into Beth Dutton in town and caught up with her over coffee a few months back, you hadn't expected to find a job less than a week after moving back to Montana—as a bookkeeper for the Yellowstone, nonetheless.

And you definitely hadn't expected your years-old, dormant attraction to her younger brother to come flaring back to life the moment you ran into him—literally—on the house's familiar, old covered porch.

You'd felt a little pathetic at the time, realizing just how quickly you'd taken stock of the empty expanse of skin where a wedding ring used to sit as Kayce reached a hand out to steady you, catching the papers that slipped from your arms in the process. But the embarrassment swiftly transformed into something else entirely, because despite John's gravelly warning to the gaggle of ranch hands and their wandering eyes not to bother you during your weekly visits (in which you were to sift through years worth of questionable paperwork and eye-watering numbers galore), one particular cowboy deemed himself exempt from his father's words.

Somewhere in between quietly shared coffees as you poured over the mess of books and impromptu trail rides when Kayce cajoled you into taking a break when the furrow between your brows had grown too deep, you found yourself working out of the foreman's cabin that he was living in, rather than the living room at the main house.

At first, it was for the quiet. No interruptions from people coming and going, bustling about.

But it became something else entirely when Kayce brushed a kiss across your cheek in the doorway as you clutched your car keys in your hand one night.

When you found yourself pressed up against a wall days later, his breath fanning across your lips before he leaned in to slot his mouth over yours.

When Ryan and Walker both tried their damndest to flirt with you while you were saddling up horses in the barn, thus delaying your plans to ride as Kayce cornered you in an empty stall after they left with a tick in his jaw. The annoyance had quickly faded as you kissed him though, his mouth hot on yours, hands tightly grasping your hips as you shamelessly rode his thigh until you were whimpering against his lips while you trembled with your release.

When your work was all but forgotten the following week after you playfully swiped his cowboy hat off of his head and put it on yours, paperwork sliding off of the coffee table and fluttering to the floor as Kayce fucked you right then and there on the couch.

So the position you find yourself in now has now become a regular occurrence—the skirt of your dress bunched up, panties pushed aside, Kayce's cock nestled thickly in your wet heat as he slides down one of the thin straps resting on your shoulders, lips feathering kisses along your shoulder blade you're in the middle of working.

You can't say you don't love the challenge of trying to pick your way through millions of dollars worth of transactions while your body blisters with periodic tremors of pleasure at the feeling of your cunt clenching down on Kayce's shaft as he patiently waits for you to finish.

Sometimes you're able to get it all done.

But other times—

"Baby..." he murmurs, hips rolling upward as his teeth graze the sensitive spot at the back of your neck.

"I'm almost done."

A sound of protest leaves his lips. "Finish it later."

"But—" You gasp slightly as he pulls downward on your hips while he presses deeper inside of you, the feeble argument dying in your throat.

"Please."

And all it takes is the subtle gesture of you pushing aside the paperwork for you find yourself being lifted up and bent over the table as Kayce nudges your thighs further apart before sinking right back into your dripping folds.

#srb bc kayce is baaaaaaack

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