#Southern Strip Tease

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | part one

“honeymoonin’”

part two | first impressions

A/N: I ehm. May or may not have gotten the inspiration for this bc of a porn channel that I watch 🫣 this is not proofread btw! P.S this is my smutty little treat for y’all b4 I drop chapter 11 of slow hands 🥲

~word count: 1k~

Summary: the morning after your honeymoon with your pornstar husband, Joel Miller

Pairing | pornstar!husband! Joel Miller x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, mentions of the porn industry, fluff ,established relationship, husband!joel, intimacy, bush love!!, 30’s reader/40’s Joel , oral (f!receiving) Joel has a big cock (canon) silly vibes, sex tape, pet names, reader has no physical descriptions, +18, minors dni!

You and your husband Joel Miller met through the porn industry. The first time you met him before you were set to film together you were immediately hooked by his southern charm. “Well, hello gorgeous. Ain’t you jus’ the sweetest, n’prettiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasuring’ of layin’ my eyes on. Goddamn. Names Joel, and what might your name be, darlin?’” You told him your name and shook hands. After that initial meeting..You kept things professional, but everytime you did a film with him, your pussy and your heart would flutter. You had never said yes faster in your life than when Joel requested to take you out to dinner one night after a late shoot. Burgers, fries, a milkshake for two, and Joel Fuckin’ Miller’s big cock, and his Texas twang.

Once you and Joel officially started dating, you started your own porn channel together and your videos were a hit. The intimacy and chemistry on camera was never faked, and there was real love blossoming between the two of you. People loved it. There was something about casual, real intimacy that really got your viewers going.

The money earned on the films went straight to buying you an enormous rock to put on your pretty finger. Joel spoiled you in every aspect, and you were over the moon when he asked you to be his wife.

One impromptu wedding in Vegas later, Pornhub paid for your entire honeymoon to the Fiji Islands.

In the middle of the king sized bed was a gift directly from Pornhub with a new camera, toys, lube, and a congratulations letter from some of yours and Joel’s fellow adult filmmakers.

You put that camera to good use immediately.

The following morning you awoke to an empty bed, but a note left on the dresser in your husbands penmanship

Goodmornin’, babydoll. I went out for a run, but I’ll be back in a jiffy. Can’t wait to fuck my wife and then feed ya some fresh fruit, and then fuck ya some more. Oh, and I booked us couples massages later this afternoon! Love you so much, honey.

-Joel xx.

You let out a girlish giggle and kiss the note before setting it down on the nightstand.

When he returns he’s drenched in sweat that seeps through the fabric of his t-shirt that adorns his body in all the right places. He’s got that twinkle in his eye, and that dimple poking out of his cheek that you love so dearly.

“Have a nice run, baby?” You grin at him over the rim of your book as he approaches.

“Mhm. S’gonna be an absolutely gorgeous day out there.” He drawls and watches as you set your book down on the nightstand.

“Yeah? Well, I think my husband should gimme his cock so that we can go out and enjoy this gorgeous day.” You curl your pointer finger inwards in a come hither motion for him to come closer.

“Oh, you want my cock? Hmm..what a temptin’ offer that is, honeybun.” He teases.

“But I want you to strip for me first, Joel. Give your wife a little show.” You wink and reach for the camera on the nightstand and flip it on.

“A strip tease, eh? I think I can handle that.” He chuckles and reaches for the hem of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head just as your thighs slowly spread open over the comforter and your hand slips down between them to lightly play with yourself.

He grabs the waistband of his shorts and playfully snaps it against the lower part of his stomach with a grin before he slowly tugs it down over his hips. His cock is semi-hard beneath the confines.

“Fuck.” You breathe, “I’m the luckiest woman alive.” You beckon him closer and obliges. He takes his lower lip between his teeth when your soft and warm palm wraps around the underside of his shaft, fondling him gently while you hold the camera steady in your freehand.

“Shit. Y’got that all wrong, sugar. M’the luckiest motherfucker alive with the hottest, kindest, most beautiful wife. Fuck.” He hisses between his teeth.

You giggle softly at his reaction and slowly begin to pump your hand around him and twist your wrist in a corkscrew motion.

“And this cock is all mine, right baby? Fuck, it’s so pretty. I fuckin’ love you and your cock.”

“All fuckin’ yours, sugar plum.” He groans and leans down to slot his lips with yours, slipping his tongue past your mouth in a heated, bruising kiss. His cock grows hard and heavy beneath your soft touch and he pulls away only to climb on the bed on his knees, and grab the underside of your thighs to spread you apart further.

“And this pussy is all fuckin’ mine, ain’t she?” He rasps and looks up at you and the camera that is now angled downwards.

“All fuckin’ yours, baby. And she’s absolutely dripping for you right now.”

“Can see that, honeypie.” He chuckles and nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and bites down playfully. He doesn’t mind the coarse, thick, swirling hair on your pussy tickling the patches on his beard. He fucking loves you in your natural state, and he lets you know it by devouring your cunt whole. He kisses and suckles on your clit like it’s the sweetest candy he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. His jaw goes slack as he laps up your arousal that seeps out of you like sweet honey from a hive. He groans against you, the bridge of his nose buried against the hair on your pubic bone. He inhales your scent, musky, erotic, and all you. He drinks you in, feasts, and feasts while you cry out his name.

Loving Joel Miller came easy, and while he has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen, it’s his ginormous heart that really sealed the deal for you.

When he hears the camera click shut and fall to the unoccupied space on the bed, he grins and continues to eat his favorite fucking meal; you. Until your tugging on the roots of his scalp and reaching down between his thighs to grasp his heavy cock once more and pull him into you.

Fuck your wife like you mean it, Joel.

Don’t gotta ask me twice, sugar.

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[writingoddess1125]

loving reading Buggy's saga with his children, but I confess that I felt sorry for his balls being crushed in the last post😭

please help our dear Buggy recover from this illness 🥹

Of course sweety! 🍭 we shall cure the Muggy Buggy Balls!

Fever pt. 1

Buggy x FemReader + Buggy Twins

Old Men Series Masterlist

Wanna buy me some cup noodles? 🍜

After what was deemed the Nutcracker Arc, Buggy had been down a bit- He had wanted to have more children with you eventually but after the doctor saw the damage from the wooden sword and apparently damage from a previous incident that Buggy still refused to tell you about- The doctor essentially said his nuts were done for.

"I wanted daughters so bad..." He groaned into the pillows, still in his pouting faze as you sat next to him rubbing his back. It had been 2 weeks since Dee had taken the wooden sword to poor Buggys balls.

"I know honey.." You say softly, trying to comfort the man. Truthfully you had seen the damage and had a fairly confident feeling he was done with any baby making- Buggy was knife proof but not blunt force trauma.

"Hey it won't be that bad Buggy, You have two beautiful sons who will carry your legacy and besides we are heading to the island for the rest of our '60 day' vacation" You say softly, at this point the 60 days were no better then a joke- it had already been well over a month on the ship and with Buggy, you two just used the '60 days' as a way to tease one another over how silly it was. And an excuse for a vacation.

Buggy looked up st you, his makeup smeared on his face and he sighed in defeat. Nodding in agreement at this point.

"Yeah Yeah- Two destructive boys with devil fruit powers on an island unsupervised, What can do wrong" He said as he leaned his head against you his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Why would they be unsupervised?" You question with a raised brow, Buggy looking at you with a crooked grin.

"Well we will be busy of course" He says in a flirtatious manner- You playfully shoving his face away while blushing making both of you laugh.

"Land Ho!" A loud voice sounded through the ship, Snapping both of you from your thoughts as you your giggles.

Buggy getting up and offering a hand to you with a smile.

"Ready?" He asked, you could t help but feel your heart flutter at this. Grabbing his gloved hand and nodding, heading upstairs you saw the coming shores of land.

"Look!" Dee yelled from the crows nest, that being were he preferred to stay it seemed- Bee jumping around on deck like the hyperactive child he was.

There was a lush island that was filled with beautiful forest and a small village nestled there. It didn't take long for you all to dock at the island- Buggy happily escorting you and the boys through it.

The island he had picked was absolutely lovely, it was like a strip of paradise tucked nearly in the corner of the East Blue, a small village on the north side of the island and on the southern side was were Buggy had claimed for himself. It seemed Buggy was well Acquainted with the place as well since the locals were familiar with the crew and held no real fear of Buggy either.

"Wow! It's so big!-" Bee cheered loudly at seeing the Island, Dee nodding in agreement as they looked at the village.

"Hehe that's what your mo-" "Medium" You deadpanned, immediately taking the wind from Buggy's sails as he pouted at you taking his joke away.

"Here" Buggy said reaching in his pockets, handing the twins some change and telling them to explore the island and giving them the key to the Inn room they were in.

"This island is you're to explore, Just don't be stupid and go into the water" He said with a grin, the Twins smiling in delight at this before rushing off with their new found freedom.

"Buggy are you sure?-" You question as you watched them run away cackling like little demons.

"This place is totally safe- Besides I'm sure they are just gonna raid the candy shop anyway" You couldn't disagree with his decision and nodded.

Buggy excitedly lead you to the inn you all would be staying in while the details to the cabin was set in. It was a small tradional inn and had a hot spring attached, truthfully you thought it was quite adorable but beautiful non the less. Taking a seat on the massive futon bed you smiled at your Partner.

"I gotta admit, you did a really good job Buggy" You say earning a wide smile from the Clown Pirate.

Buggy was clearly proud of his choices, the praises from you and boys definitely fanning his ego. Especially since you didn't disagree with him that this was a terrific spot or that the inn was quite beautiful.

"I'm going to check how long till the cabin is complete-" He said with a grin kissing your lips before leaving.

The boys were out exploring the island, Buggy was checking on the cabin. You had the room to yourself? Oh how the stars aligned- jumping up you quickly grab a bottle of wine and open the back sliding door to see the amazing hot spring in the back. This was heaven-

Buggy returned after an hour, having picked up some dinner for the two of you to try and have a date night in- He knew he was still new to the whole romance thing but he was trying, aka using books to figure out.

"Hey (Y/N) yhe Cabin will be completed in a few days" Buggy said calmly, walking into the room expected you there- But was met with silence, raising a brow he walked in the room fully and opened the back sliding door that lead to the private hotspring.

That's when his world froze- There you were standing in the hotspring, it looks like you were grabbing a cool rag for yourself and just bend in the perfect angle to see everything.

You turned quickly hearing the noise of the door opening and saw Buggy there with his eyes as wide as saucers and clearly very pleased to see you. Not even having to say anything you turn and face him fully.

When the house was finished you and your small family all moved in. Buggy talking about this would be a safe house for you and kids anytime after the '60 days' or if you wished to just move here and he would return regularly.

Blushing as you stood in the hot water, Buggy catching the look in your eyes starting to strip and sliding into the water after you. His eyes never leaving yours as he closed the space between you two in moments- his hands wrapping around your waist quickly as you two smiled at each other.

It seemed Buggy was right, you and him would be busy.

Truthfully it was pure domestic bliss.

And it was this way- For a little over a month till one morning. You woke up and everything just seemed terrible, The bed made your back hurt, the lights were too bright, the twins already up and too loud.

You heard Buggy trying to talk to you excitedly but his voice was muffled and difficult to understand. Truthfully you didn't even remember making it to the kitchen and making yourself a cup of tea-

It was like you blinked and you were there, the boys chattering loudly as Buggy tried to get them to sit the fuck down as well as telling you something you didn't understand. You felt a hand finally touch your head, seeing Buggy in a different shirt and the twins gone... how long had you dozed off for?

"You look flushed-" Buggy muttered, his eyebrows crunching up as he got way too close to your face. You didn't know why but his face seemed to irritate you, or was it the smell of the apple shampoo? Or possibly-

"BLECH!" You vomited, right on the front of Buggys shirt.

Buggy's face turned red, like he was going to yell but held back and took a breath. See how you had been out of it most of the morning and fairly unresponsive despite him asking repeatedly if you were okay.

"Let's get you to the doctors.."

He said finally, Sighing as he peeled off the shirt and helping you up.

It was a short trip to the doctor in the village, Buggy being too loud in demanding you be seen right away- You wanted to choke him..

In a few minutes the doctor arrived and gave you a routine check-up, You sitting their while Buggy talked some more about random stuff as the Doctor stood back with a surprised smile on his face.

"I see what's going on-" The doctor said with a smile, both you and Buggy staring at the doctor as he set his tools to the side.

"Congratulations! You're pregnant" He said with a joyous voice- you and Buggy freezing at this.

"W-What but- I thought I was done for!?" Buggy said first as he pointed to his pants- The doctor shrugging at this.

"Well it sees you still gad a chance, but a chance non the less- If you keep trying eventually something can take root" The doctor admitted calmly. You sitting thinking back to different moments in your life... mainly your labor with the twins... 36 hours for both.. the diapers and all that 'fun'.

"How far?.." You manage out, still feeling shell shocked at this news.

"Hm I'd say 5 weeks along give or take?-" the doctor said calmly as he tapped his chin.

You both looked at each other, the thoughts swirling in your guys head as it clicked. 5 weeks is when you guys arrived at the island and..

"The Inn Hotspring-"

You guys said in unison. Buggy staring at you in total shock like the puzzle peices were still formulating in his brain- before he broke out in a wide smile, started loudly cheering and jumping.

"YOURE PREGNANT HAHAHA!"

You sitting there in shock as your partner jumped around the room... did 60 days just turn into 9 dog damn months?

[morning-star-joy]

a stranger's heart without a home epilogue

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, Post-Outbreak

Chapter Summary: Now that you've found a place by Joel's side, you know you'll never leave.

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+ Only MDNI) unprotected p in v sex, praise kink. Language (y'all know it by now), so much Fluff

A/N: We will return to this story with one-shots, drabbles, sequels, prequels, AUs, and whatever else I can think up, because I love these characters sm and I don't think I can ever let them go completely. But I hope that you guys enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. All my love sent to every one of you!

Wordcount: 3k

chapter 1 || chapter 19 || chapter 20 || masterlist

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Waking up without being wrapped up in Joel’s warmth was not a feeling you were fond of.

So when your eyes slowly blinked open one morning, the bed empty beside you, a deep frown crossed your face as you were immediately thrown into a bad mood.

You grumbled to yourself, turning over to try and get some more sleep, even though you knew it was a hopeless cause when you were alone.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, glaring at his unoccupied side of the bed before slowly getting out of bed.

Despite your grumpy, early morning annoyance, you moved about his bedroom subconsciously, stooping down to pick up your panties that had landed across the room last night to pull them on before grabbing his flannel next.

Walking towards the hallway as you buttoned the shirt up, you paused in the doorway, head lifting as you sniffed at the air again when a peculiar scent caught your attention.

Was that…?

That frown that had been fixed on your face since you woke up quickly evaporated, melting into a small smile as you made your way towards the staircase, taking the steps two at a time before swinging around and heading towards where that delicious smell was coming from.

You didn’t try and sneak around Joel, but your footsteps were light by nature, and he had no idea you had found your way into the edge of the room as he turned over whatever was sizzling in the pan on the stove—though you had a pretty good idea just what it was from the smell.

Unable to help yourself, you loitered in the doorway, leaning against it with arms crossed, head resting against the edge as you watched him make you breakfast with a warm smile on your face.

When he turned to grab something off the counter, he finally saw you, jumping with a mumbled curse, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself at the sight of such a prepared man being taken aback.

Joel’s eyes darted across your face and down your body, a small smirk twitching onto his lips at the sight of his flannel barely reaching past your thighs as he murmured, “Morning, darlin’.”

“Good morning,” you hummed in response, pushing yourself off the doorframe to walk towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a slow, sweet kiss before the sound of popping from the pan made him tear himself away from you.

You glanced towards the pan, seeing that your theory had been correct, but you still found yourself asking with a growing smile, “Is that bacon?”

“Yup,” Joel replied, stealing a glance at you as he was in the midst of turning the strips of thin, crispy meat over again, checking that they were fully cooked before removing the pan from the heat. “Gift from Tommy.”

“How kind of him,” you teased, reaching for one of the pieces of bacon before Joel playfully swatted your hand away.

“Table,” he insisted, nodding towards the small table next to the window where he insisted you ate your meals together, and you sighed dramatically, even as you were helpless to resist his endearing Southern manners while you walked towards it.

Plopping yourself down in a seat, you rested your chin on your hand, content to watch the domestic scene of him setting the bacon on three plates along with the eggs he had apparently also scrambled, before bringing two of the plates towards you.

You knew the last plate was to be saved for Ellie, and you smiled at the simple show of his affection for his surrogate daughter, before turning your attention towards your food.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, not needing to fill the air between you with any unnecessary words, the same way it had always been between you, even before…this.

It was funny, how once you had allowed yourself to start falling, you couldn’t stop.

Most of your days were spent in Joel’s home now instead of your own. It wasn’t an adjustment either of you commented on, as most things went unspoken between you—but you had caught Joel’s smile when you brought your sister’s childhood drawing over to rest on the fireplace mantle next to Ellie’s drawing of Joel.

With your clothes in his closet and the old photograph that you had caught him observing set up next to his pictures with his daughters on his dresser—“your parents?” he had asked one day, and you nodded, letting him take in the picture without forcing you to speak on the matter until you were ready—you settled right into your place by his side, knowing for certain that now you had found your spot there, you would never leave.

When Ellie burst through the back door, saying something about smelling bacon until she froze in the doorway at the sight of you sitting at Joel’s table, in his flannel, sharing his breakfast with him, the young girl burst into laughter as your cheeks flushed, and Joel groaned.

“Ellie—”

“I knew it!” Ellie cackled, pointing between you with a gleeful glint in her eye. “We all fucking knew it!”

Joel rolled his eyes, glancing at you to make sure you were okay, but you were smiling yourself now, trying to obscure a giggle with a cough as he shook his head and rose to grab the third plate of breakfast.

It didn’t take much coaxing for Ellie to join you at the small table then once Joel brought over another chair, and you glanced between the two with a grin as Ellie refused to let Joel eat in peace, teasing him over your presence at every single opportunity, and drawing a laugh from you every time she did so.

Joel just shook his head, letting out sighs every time Ellie would rib him about it, but you saw the warmth in the smile he tried to conceal behind each bite as he looked between the two of you, sitting together with him in his home.

When Ellie left to meet up with Dina and Jesse for some regularly scheduled mayhem for the day, you barely began to clean the dishes before Joel’s hands were on you, sliding up your thighs and under the flannel while he tugged you back into him.

“Joel—”

He interrupted your half-hearted protests with his lips pressed to yours, drawing moans from your mouth as he turned and lifted you easily, setting you on the edge of the counter to take you while you still wore his shirt.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered the first time you had found yourselves like this—pressed against the counter in your kitchen, your back to him as he fucked into you until you both found much-needed release, no matter how short, how temporary.

Now he held you tightly to him, rolling his hips into you at a leisurely pace, facing you fully with his lips pressed to yours again and again, taking all the time in the world with you.

Because that was what you had.

All the time in the world.

When you were finished, it didn’t last for long, only taking the time to clean up the mess you had made before you were scooped up into his arms, your bright laughter echoing through the house as he carried you up the stairs to have you again in his bed.

You would never get tired of being with him like this, and you knew he felt the same just from the words he murmured every time he was inside of you—murmurs of “fuck, sweetheart, so perfect, so good for me” and whimpers of “oh, mi luna, always want you, always.”

That late morning, when you were spent in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest to listen to his heartbeat slow back down to a calming pace, you found yourself saying quietly, “Hey, Joel?”

“Hm?” he hummed, fingers dragging up and down your spine in a lazy, affectionate manner, and you smiled against his skin before pulling yourself up so you could share his pillow with him.

“I’m gonna ask you something, just—” you cut yourself off, sighing as you felt your cheeks heat, avoiding his searching, curious gaze before you mumbled, “Just don’t laugh.”

“Mm,” he hummed again, arching an eyebrow as you looked back at him, and you smacked him in the chest as he teased, “No promises.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped, the harsh words devoid of any bite and instead filled with a fond warmth, and he chuckled, the sound softening you as you gazed into his eyes and asked, “Do you believe in other lives?”

Joel’s brow furrowed, clearly wondering what had brought this on as he looked over your face, but to his credit, he didn’t judge your line of thought as he replied truthfully, “I dunno, I’ve never really thought about it. Why?”

With a sigh, you traced the lines of his face with the tips of your fingers, grazing them over the scar near his temple as you answered, “I just…”

You shrugged, trying to avoid his gaze again as you suddenly felt self-conscious, stupid at the soft sentiment that you had been mulling over the past few nights.

But Joel was having none of that.

“Look at me.”

Even though the gentle, firm command made you blink in surprise, you followed it instantly, almost subconsciously as your gaze flickered up to meet his.

Joel searched your eyes, probably trying to find the reason for this unexpected question, and you distracted yourself from his quick calculation by glancing down his own body when he shifted himself to face you better.

Between his legs, you could see his cock was stirring again just from having you this close to him, half-hard and Jesus, even though he had just fucked you so well—twice—you still wanted him. You were sore and aching, blissed out from far more than one orgasm and you still wanted him.

Would you ever stop wanting him?

Biting your lip, you began to wonder if you could convince him to partake in a third round, and then maybe then you could bring it up, pour your soul out to him as you rode his dick that you watched twitch under your rapt attention.

Knowing that just the simplicity of your eyes on him evoked such a response from him, your desire for him eliciting his own desire for you, made your heart begin to race again, and, fuck, now you just wanted to—

Your name being muttered pulled your attention back as you began to fully space out, and you blinked a few times, looking up as Joel gently pushed you back onto the bed to hover over you.

His thumb brushed along the scar on your cheek, a story you had yet to tell him, just as he had yet to tell you the story of the one on his temple. You knew you would speak of each hidden part of your lives eventually, but you were in no rush, content in how you already knew him as well as you knew yourself.

“Look at me,” he murmured again, and you did.

Joel’s thumb moved to stroke along your chin and up the edge of your jaw, and your eyelashes fluttered, helpless to resist his request as he whispered, “Tell me.”

Licking your lips, you finally found the courage in his comforting warmth to say, “Do you think we found each other?”

Joel’s brow furrowed, still not following your line of thought, and you sighed quietly, heart racing in your chest as you clarified, “In another life.”

At the clarification, Joel’s face softened, his hand reaching back up to cup your cheek as his eyes locked with yours.

Open, honest, real, and you knew that if you did meet him in any other lives, you were without a doubt fated to helplessly fall for him all over again.

“Do you think we found each other in another life?” you asked quietly, breath trembling as you danced your fingers over his face, cupping his cheek in the same way he still held yours. “Where nothing bad ever happened to us?”

Joel’s lips were already pressed to yours, desperately kissing you as you finished the question, and you sighed into the affectionate action, knowing his answer even before he parted from you to speak.

“I hope so,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours as he stole another kiss before laying back down to face you on his side again. “Sarah would have loved you.”

The genuine comment brought a surprised laugh from you, the sound nothing but fond as you smiled at him. “And my Little Star would have loved you.”

Joel returned your smile, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer, his forehead resting against yours before he asked, “What would this life have looked like?”

You hummed in thought, resting your cheek against the pillow to glance over his face, the open, earnest affection in his deep brown gaze, considering the question before answering, “I go to school for photography, and my sister and I move in next door to you.”

“Interesting,” Joel said slowly, his brow arching as he smiled slowly at the scenario you were setting up. “Go on.”

“Well, you are absolutely smitten with me at first sight, of course,” you teased, heart racing as the word smitten left your lips, the description much closer to the feelings you shared for each other, but never dared to speak of directly, even now.

To his credit, Joel didn’t hesitate, his eyes filled with warmth that was only for you as he murmured without missing a beat, “Of course.”

Butterflies were taking flight in your stomach to fill your entire being, and you suddenly felt like you were in something as close to heaven as you could get, unable to help but grin as you continued, “My sister and Sarah become best friends. Tommy’s there too, of course—he comes over for dinner every Friday.”

“Damn, can’t get rid of him even in our fantasy,” Joel teased, and you smacked his shoulder, earning a deep chuckle from him that made your heart skip a beat.

“Every Saturday, we have our movie night, with all five of us,” you continued, speaking slowly, as if you didn’t want this fantasy to come to an end as you imagined it in the comfort of your shared bed with Joel. “With my feet in your lap, and you and Tommy complain about the acting while the girls laugh and tell you both to shut up.”

Joel’s smile was still on his face, but it softened even more into something you didn’t recognize, a look you had seen from him on occasion, one that made your heart race as you struggled to find the next words, “And on Sundays, we spend the mornings in bed, like this. You fuck me, and I kiss you, and you say—”

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

You looked at Joel, seeing his entire soul laid bare to you as he placed his heart into your hands without a second thought.

And then your heart started again, pounding against your chest as you licked your lips and whispered the truth you had known, deep down in your soul, for a long time, “I love you, too.”

Joel’s smile then could be described as almost giddy, his kisses nearly joyous as he pressed them to your lips and all over your face, and you laughed, wrapping your arms around him, limbs entangling as you rolled around in your bed and kissed and kissed until you both lost your breath.

When you settled again, foreheads pressed together as you tried to catch your breath, you asked quietly, “When did you know?”

Joel tucked a hair behind your ear, shrugging a shoulder as he answered, “I don’t know. I think I knew for a while, in some way.”

You hummed, giving your agreement to the sentiment in the sound as you gazed at each other, no more barriers left between you as he added softly, “I think that, when I met you—I could tell.”

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you raised an eyebrow as you asked, “Really?”

“Well,” he licked his lips, shifting onto his back to gaze up at you, his hand caressing your back as he explained, “Not love, but—there was some part of you that felt like a part of me.”

You softened then, tears nearly springing to your eyes as you knew exactly what he meant. It was a feeling you had experienced too, for a longer time than you think you even knew. Joel had always been a kindred spirit to you, not only in being a cold cynic, but in the loneliness deep inside his heart. For so long, you had no place to call home, and he was exactly the same.

And now he was your home, as you were his.

“Is that why you created those stupid fucking rules?” you asked, the comment eliciting a laugh out of him that you joined in with. “To keep me away?”

Joel’s thumb stroked along the small of your back, surprising you as he nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

You were struck silent for a moment, feeling an old ache in your chest that was only satisfied when you leaned down to kiss him again. “Well, you did a great job at keeping them.”

“Mm,” he hummed in content into your mouth, chasing your lips for another longer, deeper kiss when you pulled away. “I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, kissing him again before you laid on top of him, resting your head back onto his chest. “Me too.”

After a long moment of silence that was filled with nothing but an understanding for each other that rested in your souls, you spoke again.

“So it’s settled, then,” you said, raising your head back up to look down into his eyes. “You’ll find me in the next one.”

Joel smiled up at you, cupping your cheek as he pulled you down into a long, lingering kiss that told you everything you needed to know.

Still, he said it aloud, and you finally found peace with the four simple words.

“I’ll always find you.”

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Vincent Quotes

save me flirty vampire save me (≧∀≦)

“Fuck!”

“When it feels like it’s too much, just squeeze, okay?”

“Because otherwise you’re gonna be doing your best imitation of a Southern-fried steak under this sun. Move it, cowboy.”

“Oh, I know I’m very close. You’re welcome.”

“My entrepreneurial efforts should not be mocked, Vincent.”

“Should I strip down for easier access, doctor?”

“No one can touch you anymore… No one but me.”

“I’ve only ever met a couple of air elementals in my day, and we, uh… we weren’t doing much talking, if you get my drift.”

“Boo!”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you come down those stairs like that. Like you know exactly what it does to me. Like you own the room. Like you own my heart. Because you do.”

“This is different. Because it’s with you. And not because of what happened to you but because it’s you. Because of what you mean to me. You’re special to me.”

“I love your neck. And that’s not a vampire thing. That’s a Vincent thing.”

“Hold my hand. Please. Yeah, hold it tight. Feel how strong it is. That’s all for you. It’s your strength. It’s yours.”

“Unlike me, the proverbial golden child.”

“Your scent, even through the skin… It’s torture. But the fun kind.”

“The old man.”

“Knowing you has been like switching my life from black and white to technicolor.”

“When I’m around you all I can think is Ohm my god— That one was so dumb”

“You. I’m looking at you.”

“I assume your lupine-inclined S.O. finds it palatable?”

“I can find them.”

“God, your blood practically sings to me, do you know that?”

“I love you. And I will spend eternity at your side if you’d let me.”

“Don’t tell him I said that though. He already threatens to kick my ass every other day. I’d probably deserve it too, but he’s too much of a softy to actually do it.”

“What? I am looking. All right, maybe I’m not looking out at the view. But I’m definitely looking. And loving what I see.”

“All of you is amazing. I mean that. I couldn’t say it if I didn’t. “

“If you really want someone to act like a mother hen, try pulling anything in front of Sam, you can practically hear his blood pressure rising in real time”

“You were my new beginning.”

“My magic is yours, to be whatever help it can. All of me is. Always.”

“I love you. Yes, even when you eat shit. C’mon, you goof.”

“I know your neck’s sweaty. What’s your point?”

“I need your blood. Please.”

“Yeah. It’s still a Vincent thing. I’ll always love kissing your neck, Lovely.”

“Alexis is… being Alexis about it all.”

“Oh I’m not just any idiot, I’m your idiot. There’s a difference.”

“Mine.”

“It’s nothing. You just… you look so cute cuddled up under the sheets like that.”

“Fuck, you smell good.”

“What? I am being good.”

“I’ll fix the drywall… You’re right, I won’t.”

“If the attendant hears it’ll give him something fun to talk about when he gets home.”

-“Even when we’re apart, just thinking of you gets me hard.”

“Have I mentioned that I love when you really lean into your Vampiric strength? Good. Because it’s so fucking hot.“

“You know I’ve always been a tease. Your tease.”

“Yeah you can bite me. Do it.”

“I said mine.”

“Let’s go see what the cowboy’s thinking.”

“Fuck. I wanted you so bad. You’ve been so close. But I knew it’d be worth the wait. And you’re worth every minute of the wait. ”

“Makes sense when your mate’s halfway to being a lumberjack already.”

“Eat shit, asshole. Is that better?”

“Do you like it? [the cutest relieved chuckle in existence] Good. Good I’m glad.”

“I’m not some animal. I’m Vincent Solaire. I’m not just a vampire. I’m more than that. I have to be more than that.”

“Lex.”

[steddiesmuttyseptember]

WEEK THREE MASTERLIST

FICS

The scariest thing on the other side of Hawkins by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Rated E | no cw | tags: Talon Kink, Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Monster Eddie Munson, Lingerie, Rough Sex, Insecure Eddie Munson, The Upside Down, Under-negotiated Kink

Copy that by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | no cw | tags: Office AU; Janitor Eddie; Junior Boss Steve; Secret Relationship; Semi-public sex; Steve in lingerie; Groping; Manhandling; Dirty talk; Dry humping; Inappropriate treatment of office equipment

Beautiful Boy by @runninriot | Rated E | no cw | tags: shy eddie munson, lovingly mean steve harrington, dom/sub undertones, sexual content, self confidence issues, body worship

Southern Hospitality by @scoops-aboy86 | Rated M | cw: weight gain, belly kink, stuffing kink, belly play | tags: chubby steve harrington, fat steve harrington, feeder eddie munson, alcohol, referenced spanking, masturbation, food as a love language, hedonism, steve harrington has bad parents, brief nancy being tactless

Lovers Forever, Face to Face by @adverbally | Rated E | no cw | tags: Eddie in lingerie, body insecurity, mirror sex, body worship, dirty talk, buttplug, anal sex

midnight sun by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated E | no cw | tags: mutual pining, fwb to lovers, rockstar Eddie, escort Steve, mean dom Eddie, soft dom Eddie, brat Steve, Steve in lingerie, Steve wears makeup, feminization, stockings, high heels, butt plugs, rough sex, painal, body worship, rimming, spanking, hair pulling, praise kink, pain kink, a bit of foot fetish, anal gaping

Patterns in the Ivy by @griefabyss69 | Rated E | cw: Public sex, implied/referenced drug usage (weed), Eddie is a drug dealer, mentions of Steve's parents being terrible | tags: college au, getting together, masturbation, oral sex, kissing, anal sex, light bondage, outdoor sex, anal plug

Face to Face in Secret Places by @adverbally | Rated E | no cw | tags: set pre-S3, established relationship, in public (school library), fear of getting caught, exhibitionism (but no voyeurism), making out, dry humping, oral sex

Put On Something Sexy by @v3llichor | Rated E | no cw | tags: Panty Kink, Lingerie, Strip Tease, Anal Sex, references to past offscreen partners and stancy

Slutty Little Mouse by @fkinkindagauche | Rated E | no cw | tags: blow jobs, gags

Therapy by @tinytalkingtina | Rated E | no cw | tags: Dom Eddie/Sub Steve, disabled Eddie, sexual roleplay, established relationship, rope bondage, forced nudity/stripping, interrogation/intentional callbacks to S3 Russian torture, cock & ball torture, cock rings, painplay, pwp, aftercare

In Our Defense, There Was Nothing Else to Do by @intermittentmania | Rated E | cw: graphic depictions of violence | tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Eddie Munson as Deadpool, Steve Harrington as Wolverine, Switching, Blood and Violence, Knifeplay, Cutting, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

So Jealous by @fkinkindagauche | Rated E | cw: BDSM (heavy-ish), jealousy play, third party doesn’t realize jealousy play is happening but they are in it for a very short amount of time and nothing actually happens with them aside from some dancing, consensual slut shaming | tags: deep throating, anal sex, rough sex, BDSM, sub Steve Harrington, mean Dom Eddie Munson, aftercare, coming untouched, come marking, subspace, slapping, hair pulling, jealousy kink, spitting, established relationship

standin' at that alter, or we will run away by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated E | no cw | tags: exes to lovers, bathroom sex, daddy kink, barebacking, creampie, top Eddie, possessive Eddie, bottom Steve, babygirl Steve, steddie in love

Put to use by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | no cw | tags: Roleplay; Consensual non-con; Mean dom!Steve; Sub!Eddie; Face fucking; Hair pulling; Slapping; Degradation; Humiliation; Coming in pants; Aftercare

No Loose Ends by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: Post S4, Sexual Content, Underage Recreational Alcohol and Weed Use | tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Florida!!!, Hiding Out, Healing, Steve & The Boys of Corroded Coffin Taking Care of Eddie, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson

The String to Strike Within Me by @adverbally | Rated E | no cw | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, bdsm, dom steve, sub eddie, rough sex, strap-on, vaginal sex, light degradation, begging, subspace, praise kink

hidden lace by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | no cw | tags: established relationship, secret relationship, semi-public sex, car sex, anal fingering, anal sex, anal plug, fluff, unprotected sex

Stiff by Day, Stiffer at Night by @oralmisery | Rated E | no cw | tags: Smut, Humor, Lingerie, Blow jobs, Hand jobs, Brat Steve Harrington, Bathing/Washing, Light Dom/Sub undertones

our bodies are oh so close and tight by @miss-bushido | Rated E | no cw

Only Me by @runninriot | Rated E | no cw | tags: sub Eddie Munson, mean dom Steve Harrington, restraints, nipple clamps, impact play, mild degradation kink, established relationship

Expectations by @steddie-island | Rated E | no cw | tags: Dom Eddie Munson, sub Steve Harrington, rough sex

ART

Rough and Lingerie by @saku-rhyth | Rated M | explicit version on twitter

Lingerie by @alicetallulaafterdark | Rated M | other links available

Lingerie by @arelliann | Rated M

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 6

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: A fun day at the beach and even more once you get home.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, getting aroused in public, femdom kind of?, mutual masturbation, use of ‘good boy’, use of ‘yes ma’am’, idk probably more. Lmk if I missed anything

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Do you guys know each other?” Bradley asks, nodding to Jake as the teams finish divvying up.

“Kind of. We’ve met in passing on base,” you lie.

“He’s single, good looking-What? I have eyes,” Bradley scoffs when you give him a look. “He met Drew at a boys' night and was really good with him. He’s a little young for you, Grandma, but that’s never stopped you before.”

“Oh, whatever,” you laugh, but consider his words. One of the biggest reasons you were hesitant to date was Drew and he’s already fond of Jake.

You don’t dwell on it as the game begins.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

The Southern California sun is hot and your coverup is stripped off 15 minutes into the game.

Even though his gaze is hidden by his aviators, you can feel Jake’s eyes raking over your exposed skin and the same modest top you had on earlier. He turns his head away when fix your strap with a snap.

“I’ve got Roo!” Drew calls before the final play. “Jake, cover my mom. She’s pretty good for a girl.”

He giggles when you narrow your eyes at him.

Bradley gives you a nod before you take off running when he yells hike.

Jake’s hot on your heels until you take a sharp left as Bradley throws the ball.

“Shit,” is all you from behind you as catch it and take off.

You turn around right before the end zone to face him. “That’s a tie,” you grin as you step back over the line.

Jake just gives you a smile as he bends at the waist to catch his breath.

“I told you she’s good,” Drew pants as catches up and slaps Jake on the back. “No worries.”

“Thanks, bud,” Jake laughs as he straightens and looks at you when he says, “Yeah, she is good.”

“Roo said to let you know the food is ready and that I should hurry back or he’ll drink the only grape soda!” Drew says hurriedly, already running back towards Penny’s where the rest of the group is already inside.

Bradley doesn’t even like grape soda. The wannabe matchmaker did this on purpose.

“I think I’m gonna take a dip in the water first,” Jake says with a sigh .

“But it’s freezing,” you say, turning to look at him. His eyes are on your ass where your shorts have ridden up from your run.

“Exactly,” he replies with a grimace looking down at his obvious erection. “I feel like a teenager again. I was okay until you took your shirt off and started running around.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, not sorry at all.

“No you’re not,” he laughs.

“No, I’m not,” you bite your lip as you look him over, wanting nothing more to jump his bones.

“Fuck, you’re just making it worse,” he groans, looking over your shoulder at the house before giving you a quick kiss. “I’ll meet you inside.”

You make your way back, laughing when you hear him curse at the frigid water.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

Another round of football, swimming, and s’mores by the fire has the time passing quickly.

“Can I go watch a movie with Elsie?” Drew asks, stifling a yawn after finishing his second s’more.

“Sure, as long as Pen says it’s okay,” you tell him, brushing his hair off his forehead.

He looks so much like Andy that it hurts.

“She did, I asked her first,” he says, eyes searching for someone. “Jake, do you wanna come with me? Bob’s in there too.”

“Oh bud, he-“ you start but Jake’s already standing.

“Sure,” he gives you a wink as follows Drew inside.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

You plan to check on Jake but get distracted talking to Nat and Callie.

“She’s not the only one who fell asleep,” Bob smiles at you when he brings a sleeping Elsie outside 45 minutes later.

“That doesn’t surprise me with all the fresh air he got today,” you reply, stifling a yawn of your own. “Have a good night.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“I’m gonna head out, guess Drew’s already asleep,” you find Bradley before heading in the house.

“Me too. I put his bag in your car already,” he replies, hugging you.

“Thanks again Roo,” you say, squeezing him before pulling back. “For everything.”

“Any time,” he gives you a smile as he heads to the Bronco.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

You head inside quietly after saying goodbye to everyone else.

The sight you walk in on has you stopping in your tracks.

They’re both asleep; Drew against Jake’s shoulder and Jake’s head resting on his.

You quietly pull your phone from your pocket and capture the moment but the shutter sound of your camera has Jake’s eyes blinking open.

You can feel a crack forming in the solid fortress constructed around your heart when he smiles down at Drew’s sweet, sleeping face.

You are fucked.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

Drew doesn’t rouse as Jake carries him to your car nor when he gets him buckled in.

“Thanks,” you murmur as he closes the door softly. “He’s getting too big for me to carry.”

“No problem,” his eyes flick to your lips like he wants to kiss you, but he hesitates, looking to the backseat.

“Let me walk you to your truck,” you giggle, taking his hand; he’s parked next to you.

You pull him around the tailgate and press him up against the rear driver’s doors; glancing to make sure you and Jake’s hidden from Drew’s line of sight. Then you kiss him.

A low rumble leaves his throat at the touch of your lips. It gets hot and heavy fast; he can’t think to do more than anchor himself to your hips in a tight grip as one of your hands pushes into his hair, the other sliding down his chest to palm him over the thin fabric of his swim trunks.

You swallow his needy groans as you move your hand slowly up and down, going faster the more desperate he sounds.

“Reese,” he gasps, pulling from your lips. “Slow-ah, I’m getting close.”

“Not until I say so,” you remind him, your hand keeping the unrelenting pace.

A strangled noise leaves him and his fingers grip your hips even tighter as his head falls back against his truck window at your words.

“I-I’m not gonna be able to stop if you keep going like that,” he rasps.

You keep going, reveling at the tortured look on his face before leaning in to whisper, “You can cu-“

“Mom?” The sound of Drew opening his door has you jumping apart. “Where are you?”

“I’m coming,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just saying goodnight to Jake.”

“Okay,” you can hear him yawn. “Night Jake.”

“Night bud.”

You let out the breath you’re holding when the door clicks shut.

“Goodnight Jake,” you whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before stepping away. “Text me when you get home.”

“I will,” he nods, giving you a smile through the pain.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

Getting a sleepy Drew into the house is a process, but after a few tears and a trip to the bathroom, he’s down for the night.

Jake’s texted you by the time you crawl into bed.

Jake: I made it home.

Reese: Us too.

Jake: Drew fall back asleep?

Reese: Yeah. I made him go to the bathroom and brush his teeth. He wasn’t too happy with me 😂 I’m not sure if he was even fully awake.

Jake: God, he’s cute. Fell asleep halfway through telling me about last night's boys' night.

Reese: What’d they get up to?

Jake: …you know I can’t tell you that. I already betrayed their trust by telling you about the Padres game.

Reese: 🙄

Reese: I was gonna FaceTime you while I masturbate but now I don’t know.

Jake: Fuck.

Jake: Fuckkkkkkk.

Jake: Still can’t do it. Sorry.

You laugh as you open your bedside drawer to find your vibrator before pressing the FaceTime button.

“Hey,” his flushed face greets you almost immediately.

“Hi,” you smile. “How are you doing?”

“I’m miserable,” he admits and his breath hitches when your hand holding the toy comes into view. “I’ve been hard since you left.”

“Poor thing,” you coo as you set your phone up on the nightstand so he can see more of you. “I guess you can touch yourself while you watch. But I want to see you.”

He releases the breath he was holding as he scrambles to set up his phone too.

As he does that, you slip the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing off, leaving you naked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he pushes down the sheet, fisting himself with a grunt. His cock is an angry red and already dripping precum.

“So are you.” You turn on the vibrator and trail it over your nipples, gasping at the echoing sensation it causes between your legs. “Go slow,” you warn him softly. “I haven’t decided if you can cum yet.”

His eyes fall close as his body shudders but he obeys and slows his strokes.

As much as you want to drag this out, your arousal is already coating your thighs as you bring the toy down your body and you press it straight to your clit with a gasp.

“Fuck,” he rasps as he watches with rapt attention.

“Fuck,” you agree as you turn up the speed, already feeling the tells of an orgasm approaching. “I’m already close. You’ve had me worked up all day.”

“Really?” He asks, surprised. “Never would’ve guessed. You’re so composed.”

“I’m g-good at hiding it,” you explain, eyes falling close and gasping as welcome your first orgasm.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

Jake’s eyes are shut tight when you’re able to open yours. He’s breathing heavily and has a tight grip on the base of his cock as he fights his own release.

“Good boy,” you whisper, smiling at the way he jerks. “Watch me again and I’ll you cum with me after this one.”

He groans as if he’s in pain but his eyes flicker open.

Just a hair-trigger away from spilling, he doesn’t release the tight grip on himself; a punched out sound leaves him as he watches you gasp and writhe through another.

“Okay, okay,” you pant as you come down. “I want you to cum with me this time.”

“Yes ma’am,” he breathes, hesitantly releasing himself with an already fucked-out expression.

“Oh, I like that,” you moan, clenching at his words as you tease the vibe over your swollen clit again.

“I’ll remember that,” he says breathlessly. “God, you’re perfect.”

You just smile.

“Reese, baby, I-I’m close,” he rasps, fully fucking his fist now. “I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me,” you rush out as you toe the edge. “Now.”

“Fuck! Reese,” he groans, hips jerking as rope after rope of cum coats his fist.

You’re unable to suppress the cry that leaves you when fall over the edge too.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Wow,” Jake chuckles.

“Yeah,” you smile as you lift your pleasure-heavy lids. “Wow.”

You prop your head on your fist, sleepy as you watch him wipe his hand and chest with tissues, wishing you were there to instead lick it up.

You talk for a few minutes and make a plan to have lunch in your office come Monday-to help his iatrophobia.

That’s what you tell yourself at least.

“Night Reese,” he murmurs, smiling at your slow blinks. “Sweet dreams.”

“Night,” you say whisper as sleep pulls you under.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

A/N: 🥹 me while writing Drew and Jake snuggling. Reese can deny it all she wants but she’s falling for him. Also, Jake reacting to be called a good boy? 🥵

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~One More Round~

(Joel miller x male! reader fanfic)

Warnings: !MDNI! Smut, Oral(reader receiving) PinA (reader receiving), praise kink if you squint:“good boy”, multiple orgasms, Joel is obsessed with you

Length: not very long, i dont feel like doing a word count😭

just one more round…

You wake up in the late morning to Joel whispering pleas into your ear, he’s pressed up

Against your bare back, just as he was when he spooned you to sleep. your still too groggy to process it, especially after the wild time you and he had just last night.

“C’mon baby,” you’re able make out between Joel’s kisses to your neck, and nibbling your ear.

You wake up a bit more when you feel his arms snake around you, “just one more round” Joel mutters in a sultry, sleepy tone. He slides his hand underneath your shirt, gliding his thumb back and forth across your left nipple,

You were wide awake by the time you felt his other hand grab your hip and begin to grind your ass into his hardening cock.

“Joel?” You mutter out as you begin to sit up in bed, he chases you, leaving wanton kisses all across your neck and collar bone, “baby- i cant get enough of you…” he says before moving up to your face, locking you in a kiss too intense for 11am.

“We did it like 3 times just last night,” you pant out between hot kisses. “Mmh,” Joel groans, climbing on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. “You’re just too sweet darlin’” he chuckles.

You peer up at him through narrowed eyes, the light of morning gleaning in through the cracked blinds. He’s sliding off his shirt, his chest hair trailing down his torso and beneath the hem of his pants. You may have been tired and sore from his previous pounding but his display was really getting you going.

“You like what you see baby?” Joel says, leaning down to kiss you, you feel a jolt of arousal, his low voice teasing your ears.

“Dammit Joel,” you huff, your breath ragged from making out “just fuck me already.”

“Mmmh, thats what i like to hear.”

Your rest your hands on his broad shoulders

As he undoes your pants and pull them down, admiring your hardening and throbbing cock, he loves to see how he makes you feel.

“But Let me treat you first,” Joel smirks, he figured you deserved it for putting up with him. He begins stripping you of your underwear and pants and flinging them somewhere across the room with the other half of your clothes. He reaches into the nightstand for the lube, half empty from its last usage, spreading some onto his hand before he starts to lazily stroke your dick, not enough friction for you to get the pleasure you long for. You try to buck your hips into his loosely clasped fist but find yourself restrained by his other hand on your pelvis.

“No need to rush sweetheart“ he says gently, “enjoy this moment, its all for you.” You swore you could have cum just from his voice, deep and rich with that slight southern drawl, multiplying his sexiness exponentially. And to have him fawning over you, tenderly stroking your cock, devoting himself to your pleasure. You couldn’t ask for a better partner.

You were moaning and whimpering at his teasing strokes. He chuckled a bit, looking down at your face, all contorted in pleasure. “Keep making those pretty sounds darlin’” Joel tightens his grip and begins to stroke a bit faster. “Hearing your pleasure is all the encouragement i need.”

He then applies a bit of lube to his other hand, tracing circles around your exposed hole, you flinch at the shocking cold of the lube. “Don’t worry baby, nothing we haven’t done before.” He reassures. After he felt he warmed you up enough he slid in his middle finger, immediately finding the familiar spot inside you that made you scream. You squirm and your moans begin to grow more desperate, Joel pins his body to yours and by extension yours to the mattress as he kisses you. You moan into his mouth and he savors your taste as he pleases you.

Your throbbing and red cock is leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet, he uses his fingers to swirl around the tip before giving a few strokes, stopping when he notices you get close, all while poking and prodding your sensitive G-spot, and continues this pattern at various speeds until all you can can do is whimper his name and pleas.

The moment Joel encouraged you to savor was more tantalizing than even he could have imagined. Your body began to tense and tremble as you reach the edge, the edges of your vision going blurry as your eyes fill with tears, threatening to overflow. “Come on baby, cum for me, you deserve it” he encourages.

You cry out a broken moan, almost sob, as you come pouring out over the edge, painting Joel’s hand and both of your bodies with cum. He continues to stroke you until your cock stops spurting, definitely the most you’ve ever came at one time in your life. All while he just watches you with amazement as if he was witnessing an angel descend from Heaven “oh yeahhh, good boy,” Joel moans breathily in amazement

You pant and wipe the sweat off your brow. As soon as you regain your vision and feeling in your lower body after that out-of-body experience of an orgasm you notice Joel just staring at you, palming himself through his jeans, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and all the way down his neck. A near pained expression on his face, he seemed close to cumming himself, just from watching you. “You’re so beautiful darlin’, so perfect,” he pants, planting open mouthed kisses on your neck, dutifully lapping up any of your cum he came in contact with.

“God… that was amazing,” you stammer, still a little hazy, “mmmh, thats great darling. theres more where that came from too.” He grabs your hand and guides it to his throbbing hard erection, “feel that? Thats how you make me feel, only you make me this fuckin’ hard.” He muses, you give him a fee strokes over the thick denim before he shifts you into another position, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. “need to be inside you, okay?”

“Joel,” you moan, as he lines himself up with your needy hole.

“What is it sweetheart?” he asks, leaning in to hear your response

“You’re even better at this sober”

He chuckles, “give me the Performance review after im done fucking you, alright baby?”

“I guess i can do thAHH-“ your response is cut short by Joel pressing his thick cock into your ass. You moaned like it was your first time. And to be fair, every time felt like the first with Joel’s girth. “Fuck, a little warning would be nice” you groan, your ass still recovering from the last time he fucked you until you couldn’t think straight.

“Mmh,” he moans, kissing your neck. “Sorry baby,You know i get so carried away with you.” He continues thrusting slowly into you,. Breathing in your scent like its more precious to him than oxygen, as his pleasure builds so does his speed and force. He moans into the crook of your neck and grasps at your body as if you’re all there is, and right now, to him, you are.

Joel continues his assault on your hole, burying his face in your neck and hooking his arms behind your back, grabbing your shoulders. He rams himself into you so hard you’d get thrown across the bed if he wasn’t holding you down, even the lamp on the night stand was shaking and the bed creaking wildly.

Your pleasure comes out as a scream, and your dick standing at attention, once again beggining to trickle a stream of pre-cum. You claw at Joel’s back, trying to find something to hold onto, something to help you keep your bearings, but it’s useless. Every time you think you’ve come back to reality another battering ram of a thrust batters your hole, leaving the skin of your ass tender and your prostate aching.

Joel barely notices the way you claw across his back, too enthralled in your scent, your feel, your taste, all of you filled his lungs with every breath he stole against your skin and he loved it. “Oh baby,” he whines, his grip on you becoming bruising and his thrusts becoming shallow and rushed, then he starts to pull all the way out with every stroke, tugging the angry red tip of his cock, begging for release. “F-fuck im close.” You whimper as Joel helps himself to you.

“Oh yeah sugar? Me too, squeezin me so tight i cant help it.” he says before sheathing himself inside you once more, he plants a desperate kiss on your mouth, it felt urgent as if he thought he’d never see, never *feel* you again, and it felt like he decided not to take the chance when he gently wrapped his large hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure for you to feel grounded.

“Cum with me,” He moans against your lips. “Be a good boy for me and come all over yourself, all over me.” His lips crash into yours, his tongue easily staking claim of your mouth over your own, even your moans can’t escape as he drinks in all of the pretty sounds he loves to hear you make so much.

As Joel feels the both of you approach your climax he grabs your cock and begins to sloppily stroke, it was wet and messy from the lube from earlier and the cum you splattered all over yourself and he was using it to make the glide up and down your shaft all the smoother.

Your body tingles with a euphoric glow as the man above you works your sex with his hands.

An experienced lover is something you never knew you needed so bad before you had it, frat boys back in college never made you feel this good.

Joel breaks the kiss to hiss an animalistic moan into your ear as he Reaches his peak. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel yourself get there too. Joel pounds your ass with a few more brutal thrusts, getting as deep as he can, and on the last one pumping his load into you, you can feel your insides being coated in his hot sticky release, so much of it that it oozes out of of your hole, leaking out around the base of his cock.

No later did you also come tumbling down that peak, covering yourself in your second release, pathetic whines and whimpers escaping your throat. Joel continued softly fucking and stroking your cock through both of your orgasms, trying to prolong that euphoric, warm buzzing feeling for as long as possible.

After a few minutes, the two of you having come back to reality, Joel appears to be dozing off on your chest, his cock softened, but still heavy in your hole, plugging all his cum inside. He was a shower more than a grower after all. “Joel, we should get up and shower theres cum all over us” you say, trying and failing to lift him off of you, Joel responds by wrapping his arms around you and putting even more of his body weight on top of you, making the prospect of your escape seem impossible. “Shhhh, you feel so good sweet heart. So warm and silky.” He mutters blearily “just relax, lets stay like this for a while.”

You don’t have much choice but to comply as he has you pinned. Though the rest would be good for your aching core, Joel really abused it this time around, and you figured some cuddling with your man could never hurt.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Mane Attraction (18+)

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Set in the A Cut Above The Rest universe because I was missing my favourite long-haired lovable mechanic!

Eddie notices your love of his glorious mane of hair and decides to tease you about it.

Word Count:1,482

Warnings:Small bit of fluff at the beginnng, but the rest is just smut. Kissing/Making out, Oral Sex (F rec.), Fingering. Idk if there's anything else? but if I've missed something you want tagged just let me know.

Also not proofread, so if you saw any mistakes, no you didn't :)

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie slides his body out from underneath the car he was working on, wiping his black, grease-stained hands on the rag that hangs from the back pocket of his coveralls. He’d stripped the top half off, tying the sleeves around his waist, leaving him in his white vest as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Motörhead’s ‘Ace Of Spades’ rumbles out from the old radio sitting on the workbench, and the clanking of Randy working on another car outside in the yard all fall into the background as his attention is diverted by his sweet girl walking into the garage.

“Hey! You forgot your lunch this morning!” you beam brightly as you hand him over the brown paper bag.

“You’re an absolute peach, you know that?” he smiles, kissing your cheek.

“Also I popped a few of the cookies I made yesterday in there, because I know they’re your favourite.” 

“You made snickerdoodles?!” he beamed brightly, his eyes widening in surprise as he quickly opened up the bag to see the sweet treats sitting inside .

“Only the best for my hard-working handy-man.” 

“Thanks Sweetheart! I’ll see you back at home later, yeah?” 

you wave him goodbye with a cheery smile and a cheeky wink.

“Bye Teddy, I love you.” 

“Teddy, huh?” Randy nudges him in the arm with a scoff. “Who knew you had such a soft side?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be fixing that old Pontiac?” Eddie fixes him a hard stare.

“Only for you, Teddy.” Randy teases him with his best put-on sultry girly voice that his deep southern drawl can manage, before laughing on his way back out to the yard.

Eddie pushes through the door with a tired sigh.

“Honey I’m home!” he calls out in the way he always does when he comes home to you.

You rush over to him, immediately wrapping him in a tight hug, which he welcomes whole-heartedly, picking you up in his arms and twirling you around.

“How was work?” 

“Good, it was a nice surprise to have you come visit me” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to 

the crown of your head. “Those cookies were delicious by the way.”

“Oh I’m glad you liked them. I had a day off so I thought I could make them to surprise you!”

“Well consider me surprised, Sweetheart.” he smiles, pulling his long dark curls free from the knot tied at the nape of his neck, raking a large hand through his hair with a quick ruffle. Having his hair as long as it was meant that whenever he was working it had to be tied back, something about safety regulations or whatever, so when he came home he liked to take the opportunity to let his wild mane free.

“I’m gonna take a shower, and get changed, then we can order takeout? How does that sound?” he asks, as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“You read my mind.” you giggle, settling yourself into the comfort of the couch cushions.

Freshly showered and changed into a pair of red and black plaid pyjama bottoms and a soft grey Henley, Eddie slumps his body down on the couch next to yours.

“I picked up a film from Family Video for us to watch this evening.” you smile, snuggling up to his body, the all too familiar and welcoming scent of his body wash filling your senses. You flicked the remote and the bright light of the television illuminated the cosy living room.

It didn’t take very long for the film to go utterly ignored in favour of slipping your tongue between Eddie’s lips and tangling your fingers into his messy curls, earning you a low groan as you gently tugged against the dark strands.

Pulling away from you with a knowing smirk playing at his pink, kiss-bitten lips, Eddie looks down at you before speaking. He wants to tease you a little, see what your reaction would be.

“I was thinking it was about time that I got a haircut, was going to ask if you’d do it for me, y’know, since you’re the professional and all.” 

Eddie tries to suppress his giggling amusement when he sees your reaction.

Your eyes wide in shock, and your mouth opening to say something, and yet nothing comes.

“Just chop off all this long hair. Would be easier at work too, wouldn’t have to keep tying it back.” he says, awaiting your reaction, watching as your eyebrows draw together in confusion..

You gather your thoughts just enough to form a sentence.

“I don’t think I can do that, Eddie. It goes against my beliefs as a well-respected hairdresser, and as your girlfriend.” you explain with a laugh. “You know I love your hair. Where else am I supposed to tangle my fingers when you go down on me, huh?” you murmur,  your lips close to his,  before leaning in once more to kiss him.

“Good thing I was only joking then.” he laughs in that adorably boyish way that makes it oh so hard for you to be mad at him.

“I can’t believe you would joke about something like that Eddie!!” you join in on the laughter, playfully hitting him with one of the cushions on the couch.

“How about, as a recompense for being the target of my joke, I get down on my knees for you and you can show me how much you love my hair, hm?” he offers, his voice dropping to a smokey gravel, as he presses as reassuring kiss to your lips.

You flush under his words, but still you nod, eager to feel his lips on your body.

“Yeah, is that what you want Sweetheart?” he murmurs softly as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “Want me to make you feel good?” 

A breathy whine of ‘please’ falls from your lips, and that’s all the go-ahead Eddie needs before he’s skating his hands up your thighs.

“Lift your hips up for me.” 

You comply with his wishes, raising up enough for him to hook his fingers into the waistband of your pyjama shorts and panties and drag them down the length of your legs in one swift motion.

“There she is…my pretty girl…I've missed her…” he almost purrs out when he's greeted by the sight of your pussy. “You, and I have a lot of catching up to do.” he smiles, his lips curling into a salacious grin.

He kisses his lips to the soft pudge of your stomach before he trails down nosing into the thatch of curls between your legs.

He smiles against your wet slit, his tongue slipping past his lips to drag slowly across your folds. Flattening his tongue against you, licking up the essence of your arousal.

He's moaning deeply as he pushes into you as close as he can, wrapping arms around your plush thighs, and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

He quickly flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit with practised precision, before sucking it between his plump lips in a way that has your back arching up into his touch.

It isn’t long before he feels the familiar tangle of your fingers into his hair, tugging the dark strands as he continues to lap at your wetness. Tugging gently at the roots of his hair, directing him right where you need him most.

“Taste’s so fucking sweet, pretty baby..” he slurs out his praises, his tongue never stopping it’s relentless endeavour. “You want one of my fingers?”

“Please..Wanna feel you, Eddie, please..” you beg breathlessly.

He continues to lap at your wet cunt like a man starved, slipping one of his thick fingers into your tight wet heat, pressing against that spot that has your thighs shuddering close around his face.

“That’s it Sweetheart..so fuckin’ pretty like this I swear..” he teases, his voice a steady growly as he fucks his finger into you.

“..C-close..” was all you could stutter out, before Eddie was doubling down in his efforts to please you, sliding one more finger into you, and crooking them inside you so perfectly.

He’d happily been in this position many times before, knew all the tell-tale signs of your impending high, and with one more flick of tongue over your sensitive clit you were riding out your release against his face, clenching around his fingers with a wet gush.

He drinks you in, gently lapping over your clit as you come down from the euphoria of your shuddering orgasm. He pulls away from you, his mouth glossy with his spit and your slick juices lingering on his lips.

“So, I was thinking we could order pizza tonight?” he says as though he hadn’t just given you the best head of your life.

“Yeah,” you sigh with a soft breath. “W-we can get pizza if you want to.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @xxbimbobunnyxx @eddiesxangel @paybacksawitch @mrsjellymunson @heydreamchild @munsonsbtch @keeksandgigz @ali-r3n @seatnights

[jackassbrainrot]

can you make a bratty sub!bam x dom!reader smut where they have been mad at each other all day but one of them finally snaps and they make up? its okay if not but could you maybe add slapping in it :p thank you 🙏

treat me like there's no hell [bam x gn!reader]

desc: Bam seems to have forgotten who he belongs to, so you remind him

a/n: bratty Bam >>> got interrupted a bunch while writing so idk how much sense the whole thing makes but hope you enjoy anon! possessive reader whooooops!! reader and Bam do not know how to communicate properly

warnings: smut, arguing, slapping, teasing, edging, degradation, jealousy, use of the word whore (like three times)

You were pissed. You'd come to LA to spend time with your boyfriend, who'd been away for ages filming, just to listen to him complain about Tremaine from the moment you landed. His bad mood soured your own, snapping at each other the whole day. But this was the last straw. You'd arrived at the hotel bar mere minutes after the Jackass crew, only to see your dear boyfriend flirting with some D list celebrity hanging off his arm. "Pretty boy in trouble?" That familiar southern drawl snaps you out of your one-sided staring contest, noticing that you've been staring down your boyfriend less subtly than you'd thought. A deep hum leaves your throat, your lips pressed together angrily, making PJ laugh. "Go easy on him!" You hear him yell after you as you made your way towards Bam, yelling back a "No chance!"

"Hey, babe! This is-" You didn't care, for them or anything Bam had to say. You grabbed his arm, pulling him up forcefully. "Hi, nice to meet you. Sorry, I have to steal him away from you for a bit." The words left your mouth faster than you thought they could, a fake smile plastered across your face as you pulled your boyfriend out of the bar, pushing him into an elevator.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped at you while you were fumbling for the key to the room you two shared. "I could ask you the same thing." He had the audacity to look at you with genuine confusion, making you see red right as the ding of the elevator signaled that you were so close to your destination. You pulled him down the hallway, unlocking the door of your room swiftly and pushing him in. The force made him trip over his feet, falling to the floor, catching himself so his head doesn't hit the hardwood. "Have you gone fucking psycho?"

He tries to get up, his attempt quickly curbed by your palm falling flat on his cheek, making his head spin, losing balance again. Your hand tangles in his hair, keeping him in place as you examine the angry red mark you left on his pale face. His mouth was agape, sharp little breaths slipping past his pink lips, but there was still a defiant glint in his crystal blue eyes. "Have you been trying to piss me off all day or does that just come naturally to you?" You were staring daggers down at him, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I mean, I do get paid for being an asshole."

Another slap rings out, both of his cheeks now painted an angry red, his face stinging. His eyes were glazed over, the snarkiness gone from his face, and as your eyes drifted down his body, you could see the bulge in his tight jeans. "You're such a whore." Your words seem to go straight to his dick, but that little bit of defiance still left in him gave him the courage to shake his head, as much as he could with the iron grip you still had on his hair. "Oh, you are. Whoring yourself out to anyone who looks at you."

"You're jealous." He says almost gleefully, the cogs in his head finally turning enough for him to realize why you were mad at him.

"I'm not jealous, you're just mine."

His eyes closed for a moment, his breathing ragged. You let go of his hair, taking a step back. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." You sat on the bed with your back against the headboard as you watched him strip before crawling onto the bed. You maneuver him so he's sitting between your spread legs, his back pressed against your chest.

Your fingers ghost against the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his dick, but never quite reaching it. You ran your other hand along his ribs, tracing his tattoo, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin. The touches were feather light, barely there, and you knew it was driving him crazy. Your breath ghosted against his neck, lips barely touching his skin. He was getting more and more impatient, body bucking into every touch, trying to make it last longer, to feel it better, but you'd just move your hand away until he settled back against your chest.

"Please." He whine out, head lolling back onto your shoulder. "Please what, Bam?" Your lips brush against his ear, making him shudder again. "Please touch me." He sounded so desperate, his voice weak and frustrated. You hummed, moving your hand to rest on the dip between his hip and his thigh, so close but not touching. "Do you think you deserve it?" He keened, a pathetic little "no" leaving his lips, swollen from how much he'd been biting them.

"Good answer." It's mocking, mean, yet you wrap your hand around him, thumb circling the head, spreading precum around the tip. He writhing in your grip, desperate for more, but he knew better than to move without your permission. Your hand moved up and down agonizingly slow, each tug pulling a new little noise out of your boyfriend. His body tenses up, muscles going taut. And you stop. Your hand moves away from his dick, leaving him bucking up into nothing.

He grabs your wrist, trying to pull your hand back. "Please, I'll be so good, please." Oh, how you loved hearing him beg. You kept your hand away from his crotch, wanting to hear him beg a little longer. "Apologize." The king of MTV, Bam Margera, does not apologize. He whined again, knowing you wouldn't touch him anymore if he didn't listen. "'m sorry" He mumbled, turning his head away from you as he did. "What'd you say?" Your lips pulling into a sly smile, knowing you had him cornered. It was either his ego or his orgasm, neither of which he was happy to let go.

"I'm sorry." He finally spoke, louder this time, after a minute of silence. It wasn't enough though, not for you. "What are you sorry for?" He groaned when he realized you weren't going to let him have it that easily. There was another beat of silence before he spoke again. "For bein' a dick today." You hummed, wrapping your hand around his cock, not moving. "And?" His chest rose with a deep breath, the heat of your hand fogging up his brain. "Bein' a whore."

"That's right." You cooed, biting his jaw lightly as your hand started moving, faster than before. His little whimpers only spurred you on, speeding up. You felt him tense up, so close to cumming and you stop, again, holding it by the base. "No, no, please, I said I'll be good. I'm being good, please." He sounded wrecked, his hips twitching up uselessly as you held them down with your free hand. "Look at me, Bam."

He turned his head towards you, meeting your gaze for the first time since he'd sat down in your lap. "You're mine. Only I get to see you like this, only I get to make you feel like this. No one else gets to touch you. Isn't that right, angel?" A ragged breath left his lips, cowering under your intense gaze. "Fuck, yeah, only yours." You smiled, connecting your lips in a sloppy wet kiss as your hand started moving again.

It didn't take long for Bam to cum all over your hand and his own stomach, moaning your name into your mouth. He curled up into you, whispering a string of love you's and all yours' into your neck, pressing little open mouthed kisses all over it. "You did so well." Your ran a hand through his hair and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'm sorry I got mad at you, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry I made you mad." His voice was soft, still somewhat wrecked as he nuzzled closer to you. "That was hot though." You felt him smile against your neck, reverting back to his usual cocky self. "Oh my god, you're insatiable." You laugh, pulling him into another kiss. "What!? Can I not like being slapped around a little?" He countered, laughing along with you as you both settled on the bed, too lazy to take a shower.

"Should make you jealous more often."

"Don't even think about it."

[oreosmama]

April Showers (Benny Watts x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: All dolled up and ready to confess, you await a certain chess champion’s visit as a thunderstorm rages outside. But the longer your phone call stretches on, the closer you realize he may be to feeling the same about you.

A/N: long time no see y’all. So as it turns out, life is a disaster. funny how that works. anyways, here’s some benny watts bc he’s hot. hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2075

Outside, the rain poured enough to drown the city life. People fled indoors, hair and clothing drenched, umbrellas shivering with droplets. Few taxis were roaming the streets, save for those catching the poor, wandering souls whose homes were nowhere near the concrete jungle in which they trudged.

You curled your finger tighter around the cord of your telephone. A small grin began to tease at your lips, pestering at the corners and daring to smudge upon your front teeth the pale pink lipstick you wore. 

Had you gone anywhere today? You couldn’t quite remember. And yet, there you were, sitting in your third-floor apartment, draped in your nicest day dress, a little black number that flashed your décolleté, and nothing more. 

You hated the dress—despised it, in fact. The broadcloth fabric tickled at every seam, the skirt, even on a day with a light breeze, always wanted to leave little to the imagination, and you didn’t own a single pair of flats that complemented well, despite its impartial color. 

But he liked it. 

You’d been wearing it when you both first met.

Your eyes gleam as you murmur into the telephone, still watching the road in front of your apartment. Your window has grown fogged, streaks of raindrops smearing here and there, and you lean further against the sill. The bruised clouds show no signs of stopping.

Like it was yesterday, you remembered every second of it; the scent of musk, of leather and aftershave and—was that cinnamon?—flooding your senses after colliding with a solid figure. Two hands had grasped your shoulders in effort to steady you, and—God—how you couldn’t forget the feeling of his fingertips against your bare skin.

Soft. That’s what you admired most about him. Despite his rough exterior and deliberate personality, he was unpredictably, endearingly soft. You curled your head closer to the phone, cupping it against your face as though his words were a caress upon your cheek. A breathless laugh escaped you. “Is that right?”

‘Are you all right?’ That day, he’d dipped his head to meet your gaze after you stumbled from the impact, and shaded eyes scanned yours beneath the wide brim of a cowboy hat. Your breath hitched.

Brown, but not one of those plain browns that was easily forgettable; these were one of those browns that would haunt you for days, the ones you could imagine wandering all over you, making you feel that jittery, hot anxiousness that simultaneously makes you want to tighten your clothes around yourself or strip them off altogether. You had let yourself get lost in them for longer than what was socially acceptable, especially with a stranger. 

But for that time, all you could imagine was diving into them a little longer, getting a little closer to see if they were really that dark, deep umber they seemed to be, or if it was just the shadow of his hat. 

‘I’m fine,’ you’d reassured with a tight smile, though it was the growing flush to your cheeks that made you so tense rather than frustration with the collision. It was warm, too warm, and, even worse, it was embarrassing to become so flustered so easily. 

A corner of his mouth had lifted, and his hands retreated from your shoulders. ‘Sorry about that. I should’ve paid more attention.’

The more you pored over the interaction, and every interaction following that, the more you noticed it at every fleck of his words—the hint of a Southern accent. During the day, it slipped past the ears without notice, but when it came to later hours and earlier mornings, it was thick and heavy off his tongue. Often, his voice would lower an octave. A dangerous gruffness would hang on his every word, and a tightness in his jaw kept his words drawled. 

‘Ah, uh, me too.’ You’d shrugged casually, hoping that in some way it might disguise the terrible tremble of your hands. ‘Just been looking for the mirror.’ You gestured down at the black dress your friend had forced you to try on, silently cursing at the way it wrinkled in all the wrong places and hung loose in others. Of course, you remembered thinking to yourself that day, of all the times you were to run into an attractive boy—no, attractive man, it had to be this moment, donned in the most uncomfortable frock imaginable. 

Slowly, his gaze followed the gesture. A careful, brown scan trailed from the bare skin at your collar bone, following the buttoned path down to the fabric pinched at your waist, and finished at the rippling skirt at your knees. His lips twitched, and for one unbearable moment, he was utterly silent. 

All you could think about was how stupid it had been for you to draw more attention to yourself, as if he couldn’t already see the sweating beading at your forehead, or the heartbeat in your throat. This man was sucking the air from your lungs, leaving you breathless and fidgety and nervous and hyper and taut all at the same time. A terrible mixture. And the one thing you had left to do was damn every haphazard, insubstantial interaction you’d ever had with handsome males that had left you so inadequate for this situation. 

Then his gaze flicked up to you, somewhat darker as he tipped his hat towards you and smirked, a gentle curl of his lips, before clearing his throat. ‘I like it. It looks beautiful on you, Miss…?’

His question had hung in the air, marinating until you could bring yourself back down to reality with a harsh bite on your tongue. ‘YN. YLN,’ you mumbled. ‘A-and you are?’

‘Benny. Watts.’

“Benny Watts, don’t you dare tell me that you’re only in this city for a chess tournament.” You shook your head, an unabashed grin overwhelming your face when he chuckled from the other end. “I did my research, you know.”

“Oh yeah, princess? What’d you find?” There was shuffling from his end, and you heard what must have been jangling coins, but dismissed it.

“The only tournament here is for the state title.”

“Yeah?”

“So you’re telling me that the US Champion wants to play chess against forty-year-olds with nothing better to do, and university students?”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m strapped for cash.”

You curled further into the sofa, hugging the telephone base closer to your chest and fiddling with the rotary dial. “Bullshit.”

He’d told you he was a chess player that day, and a good one at that. Said he’d travel all over the country to play, sometimes the world. You almost didn’t believe it, until he’d led you over to the magazine rack and pulled the latest edition of Chess Review. 

‘Here,’ he probed the front pocket of his trench coat, revealing a wallet. ‘You should keep it.’ Wordlessly, he passed a few bills to the cashier near the door. ‘And the dress.’

‘No, you shouldn’t just-’

He flashed you a smile and tipped his hat, already halfway out the door. ‘I already did, princess.’ Then he winked. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll meet again.’

“Well, princess, I do so love to be the best in your eyes, but I have to say there are some strong up-and-comers nowadays.”

“Same excuse you used last time.”

“Damn,” he whistled, letting out a sigh. “Can’t slip anything past you, can I?”

But he had, once. Just once.

‘Well,’ your friend had appeared beside you after he slipped out of the department store, causing you to flinch. ‘Now we know the dress works.’

You’d huffed, trying to summon the effort to throw her a glare, but the rapid thumping of your heart had been making any and all anger difficult. ‘I’ve been looking for you.’

‘Well damn,’ she smiled slyly and shook her head with disbelief, ‘you should look for me a lot more often.’

And as the pair of you watched him walk away, you’d spotted a small tuft of blond hair peeking out between the brim of his hat and the collar of his leather trench coat, and cursed at how well it all took your breath away. You had to agree with her. 

“Not anymore. You know I love to hear about your wins, Benny, but not like this.”

“Aw, you flatter me.” You could imagine the way he was fiddling with his hat at this point, dragging a finger across the brim or perhaps readjusting it altogether. “Here I thought you were getting tired of my chess talk.”

“I wouldn’t have stayed on the call if I was. Plus, you get all cute after you’ve won a game.”

On the other end of the line, Benny scoffed incredulously. “Cute? Did you just say cute?”

You leaned your head back, biting your lip. “Yeah, you know, it’s adorable the way you get all excited when they give up.”

“Adorable? Excited?”

“Yep.”

“...You’ve never seen me play a single game, have you?”

Finally, he was back in town. He’d called and told you ahead of time that he was headed over from New York; that he’d signed up for a tournament and had arranged to stay at a local hotel, and that he was wondering if you could meet up somewhere. 

Somewhere.

Meet up.

Hotel.

As if he hadn’t been planning on staying in your apartment anyway. As if the plan was to share a couple drinks and a couple laughs, the way you’d done it so many times before. As if the second before last phone call you’d had with him hadn’t ended with him almost telling you he loved you—just before he broke himself off with a stutter and mumbled something about having to hang up. 

And now he was coming here. 

The conversation had fallen into a natural lull, and it was then you took note of how painfully hot your cheeks were despite the cold weather exuding from your window. Your fingertips were frozen, you realized, as you gnawed on your thumbnail. 

“Benny, I…” You dug your nails into your arm, eyes clenched shut. “I really miss you.”

His breath hitched.

The silence grew suffocating. 

Your heart thumped painfully, and the dress began to itch. 

Then he exhaled. “I miss you too.” He shuffled on the other end. “So fucking much, princess. Look out your window.”

“What?”

Your gaze darted outside. The sun was just setting, and the sky had grown more black during your call. The lone street lamp shining into the phone booth was the only reason you could see him. 

He was supposed to be waiting for a cab at the university—that’s what he’d told you, at least. 

Instead, in the foggy glass box, he raised his hand, fingers flashing in a short wave. 

“Benny.”

“I couldn’t wait.”

When your form disappeared from the window, he hung up. When you raced down the stairs of your apartment complex, he abandoned the phone booth. 

And when you burst through the front doors, he opened his arms, grunting as you collided with his chest, chuckling as the motion flung the damp hat from his head. 

“Now who’s excited?” he mumbled into your hair.

He was completely soaked from what must have been a two-hour walk through a thunderstorm. The damp sleeves of his leather coat began seeping through the dress fabric at your waist. Droplets from his hair dripped onto your cheek. 

Then he pulled away, tilted up your head with a lone hand on your jaw, and crashed his frozen lips against yours, as though trying to absorb whatever warmth you would give him. God, even his ring chilled you to the bone.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. Not as you drew him up the stairs, back into your apartment. Not as you both shed layers upon layers, peeling back whatever separated the two of you, until it was solely skin on skin and nothing more. 

And when the steam of the shower obscured your view of him, he sought you out on his own, searching for you and curling himself around you, planting his lips against your throat as his fingers secured the softness of your hips. 

“Princess?” he mumbled into your skin, sweet honey dripping off his accent and soaking into your skin. 

“Hmm?” Your fingers danced along his scalp as you dragged them through the blond tufts, suds floating down the drain. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[anxiousfanchild]

can you please write a johnny cade smut? thank you!

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Southern Nights

Word Count: 1412

Content Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, Dom!Reader, Sub!Johnny, BDSM themes, slight choking.

Requests are open and encouraged!

Donations towards my wedding are accepted: Ko-fi

A/N: I'm taking creative liberties because I wasn't given a plot.

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The night was loud, the sounds of frogs and late night drivers would drift in from the open window of the Cade residence. The window unit was busted, leading the two of you guys to remove it. Rather have the humid breeze than humid stillness. In the moonlight, you turn your head towards Johnny. It was far too uncomfortable to actually reach a deep sleep, the two of you instead opting for short naps throughout the night. 

Now, you were spread out, head on his chest. The blanket was long forgotten on the floor, both of you stripped down to your undergarments. His hand was gently tracing small, meaningless shapes onto your skin, just below the wire of your bra. Both of your breaths were even, relaxed, bordering sleep. At least you were until you felt his other hand join the equation, resting in your hair, scratching at your scalp softly. 

You were exhausted from your earlier play session, it was one of the rare times Johnny wanted to dominate, so you let him. In return, he left dark hickies and shaky legs. The scratching at your scalp shot a rod of arousal straight to your cunt, which had just finished aching from him. You huff, a soft sound, when you realize what his fingers were doing. 

The soft whine that passes through your throat brings a blush to your cheeks, as you roll over and stretch, trying to play it off as a relaxed whine. You turn, your back now facing him as your head rests in the crook of your elbow. You could feel the bed shift as he followed your movements, arm lazily draping across your waist, fingers tickling at your bare stomach. You could feel his breath, warm and even, across your neck and shoulders. He lays his head right in the crook of your neck, breath picking up slightly. 

Before you could turn your head to ask what was wrong, you feel his hips jut forward, semi-hard erection pressing to your ass now. The air in the room seemed to thicken, the needy grinding and small whines urging you to take control. 

“Pup, are you okay?” You couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at the corners of your lips, glad he couldn’t see your face. “Need help with something?”

Instead of answering with words, he presses soft, open mouthed kisses to your neck, moving down your shoulders. His skinny fingers pull your bra strap off of your shoulder, before abandoning that movement and simply going to the clasp of the bra. You’ve had sex with him countless times, he was a pro at shedding you of your clothes, the clasp giving way after just a couple of small tugs. 

When you feel the fabric give, you sit up and let the clothing drop to your lap, before shoving it off and onto the floor. You feel Johnny sit up, hands reaching around and cupping your breasts, squeezing softly. You could feel him moan softly behind your, fingers teasing and pinching at your nipples, which were quickly hardening at the teasing. Your hands grab his, gently moving them down and off of you. You turn in your seat, eyes watching him as he leans back. You crawl over him, humming happily when his back hits the bed, staring up at you with those beautiful doe eyes you feel in love with. 

“Please.” 

It wasn’t a beg, or a demand. Simply something he had to get out, his bottom lip sticking out in a needy pout. 

“Oh, you poor thing. Didn’t we already fuck tonight?” You tease, running a hand down his cheek, before taking your fingers and gently wrapping around the soft flesh of his throat. You applied no pressure, but the look in his eye caused your arousal to pool in your underwear. 

Giving a soft, firm squeeze and you pull back, shifting to get your underwear off. You glance at the fabric, before back at him. His gaze was focused on the string of wetness that was dripping from your cunt and onto his own underwear. 

“Okay, sweetheart. You know the drill.” You mutter in the dark, bringing the damp fabric to his lips. He opens his mouth and allows you to shove the panties into it. You could feel the blush that was burning at his cheeks as you caressed his jaw and moved off of him. Fingers steady, you pull down his underwear to free his now fully hard boner. 

Your hand, despite the heat in the room, was cold as you wrap your fingers around his hot cock. You give a few pumps, eyes trained onto his face. His face was twisted in pleasure, eyes squeezed closed. 

Giving an impatient huff, you squeeze his dick, causing his eyes to shoot open and a loud, muffled squeak to come from him. 

“Eyes open, puppy. You know better.” 

He nods, eyes now fully on you as you wrap your lips around his cock, only taking the tip into your mouth.

No matter what you did, you knew you could easily get him to his release, so there was no harm in teasing him. Small licks were placed onto the head of his dick, and you hum to add a bit of extra stimulation. The way you could hear his needy whines and muffled moans was all you needed, nails digging into the bare flesh of his thighs as you kept them pinned down. 

You could feel the twitching, the first sign of his orgasm. Pulling off, you smile at him and his expression. 

Reaching up, you remove the gag from his mouth. 

“C’mon baby, tell me what you want. I’ll give you the whole world, all you have to do is ask, my dear.” You purr out, sitting back and waiting for his sweet reply. 

“Mistress, please. I’ll do anything.” Johnny whines out, the doe eyes coming back to his face to help his case. 

“Please what?” You ask again, stern this time. You hand reaches forward, gripping at his jaw and pulling it forward, so he had to sit up and look you in the eye. 

“Please train me. Make me a good boy.” 

This brings a gentle smirk to your lips and you nod. “You are my good boy. Now do me a favor, and touch yourself.”

The request left him speechless. You two have toyed with the idea of mutual masturbation, but in the moment, you both would get so worked up you would forget all about it. Now, you sat back, vaguely gesturing to the pillows so he could lean back, and lean back he did. His head hit the bed frame due to how eager he was, hand quick to fist his cock, breaths ragged. 

Your eyes were now fixed on his cock, watching his hand go back and forth, quick. 

“No, no, no.” You scold softly, tilting your head. “Slower. I don’t want you to make a mess all over the bed.”

He nods, muttering a ‘yes, ma’am’ before stroking slowly. His lip finds a home between his teeth as he tries to stay quiet. It was futile, however, when you would lean forward to kiss the tip of his dick. 

“Now you can go faster.” You muttered, once again taking his head into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around and around as his hand moves faster, hitting the bottom of your chin a few times with sloppy strokes. 

You hear his breath hitch, his moans getting louder and louder, until he is practically whimpering your name. It sounded angelic from his lips, as if it was a prayer. 

At the first jut of his hips, you smack his hand away, taking almost his entire dick into your mouth. You suck and lick, gagging a bit when he grips the back of your head, moving your head up and down, fucking your throat until you felt the hot, salty semen release into your throat. 

A few more thrusts, milking himself, and he releases your head, allowing you to move off his cock. A string of saliva and cum connected your lips to the head of his dick as you looked up at him. 

He was lust drunk for only a moment before he recognized that look on you face. 

“I am.. So sorry, my love. I don’t know what came over me-” 

You cut him off with a chuckle. 

“Oh, you’re going to wish you never did that, puppy~.” 

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 15

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Zuko had known Hakoda was going to leave the Tribe the second time he was in the South. When Zuko had agreed to help the Tribe that next morning, for Katara's sake, Hakoda had started asking subtle probing questions about the war effort.

It hadn't taken much thought to figure out why. Eventually, Zuko asked when he planned to leave, and Hakoda had confessed he needed to know if Zuko could be trusted to protect the tribe in his absence. To do so would be to betray the Fire Nation, and while Zuko may be banished, he is still their prince. Hakoda, taking his silence as hesitation, asked that he take his time to think, and give an answer another time he returned. For Zuko, it was a simple weighing of loyalty: his father or Katara.

Katara would always win.

Zuko had known, when Katara had run out, waving her arms to say goodbye, that he would do anything for her. And what was best for her was for the war to end and his father removed from the throne. And for that, they needed every fighter they could in the war. Including the Southern Warriors.

He continued his search for the Avatar, mostly to keep up appearances, eyeing his crew as they visited the Southern Air Temple. They found plenty of old Fire Nation war equipment, but the propaganda, how the Air Nomads had amassed a great army, was clearly false. He heard two of the soldiers whispering, asking where their weapons were. And Zuko had confessed his doubts in the Fire Nations glory.

His uncle, in turn, explained how they crew had come into Zuko's service.

While the crew had been a bit clumsy in formalities from the beginning, they had eased more under Katara's care. They had hollered back to her, and teased Zuko for the blush that they seemed to imagine on his face whenever they brought her up. But when his uncle had told them why they were assigned to Zuko's ship, they became so fiercely loyal to him. They would help in any way they could.

So, when they had returned to the South, the soldiers distracted Katara for Zuko, so he could meet with Hakoda. Without hesitation, Zuko had agreed. He would give Hakoda all the information he had access to, any information he gained. With each meeting, Hakoda and Bato were able to build a better plan. They knew what islands to avoid, what ports to go to to join with the Earth Kingdom Army. The Southern Warriors were thin, but they were sailors, and the Earth Kingdom had no real naval power.

At that last meeting, Zuko had entered the hut, found Bato holding back snickers and holding a stack of Southern clothes. Hakoda had explained he would be gone by morning, the Warriors sailing off at midnight. The women would stay behind with anyone under fourteen. Zuko had nodded, about to move the conversation, but Hakoda had grinned, and said there was one last thing he needed from Zuko before he could leave.

While Hakoda and Bato stripped Zuko down, wrestling him into Southern parka and tugging his hair into a warriors pony tail, his uncle stood by the entrance and pretended he wasn't laughing. When Zuko stumbled out of the tent, Katara was there to witness his humiliation. He felt ridiculous. He bet he looked ridiculous.

But then Hakoda was taking him away for ice dodging, putting him with the two boys that had turned fourteen in the past month. Zuko, knowing Sokka was supposed to turn fourteen soon, had asked Bato if the Southern Prince had already done his ice dodging, and Bato had side stepped the question. So they were leaving before Sokka could join the warrior ranks.

He had been placed on the jib for their ice dodging trial. The more sure of the other two was put as lead, with the last put on the sail. Hakoda explained that the leader must be sure in his decisions, and must speak each order with wisdom. While battling winds in dangerous waters, whoever manned the sail must be brave and true. And without a steady hand on the jib, they would all go down, so the crew must trust Zuko to keep firm.

They had barely started when they came across their first problem. Despite his confidence, the boy taking lead fumbled his commands, their boat began to get a bit to close to a few icebergs. The boy at the sail had panicked, his grip loosening on the main line. The two were afraid, fearing they would fail, fearing that Zuko couldn't be trusted. When they were on a clear course to scrape along one iceberg, Zuko planted his feet, holding the jib rope with a single, firm hand, and had sent a fire ball to thin as much as he could. They managed to skim by, and Zuko had snapped at them to get it together.

They managed to pull through, though barely. The two boys had managed to get it together enough in the end to earn their marks, but Hakoda was beaming when he painted the mark of the trusted on Zuko's forehead. Then the two warriors announced a hunt to celebrate. Zuko had been worried, the hunt going by in a blur.

In the end, they took down an arctic caribou, Hakoda and Bato whooping with the two other boys. Then, Hakoda had clapped him on the back, beaming. "Good job, son!"

His heart lurched, surprised by the pure and true pride in the mans voice. Zuko couldn't help by beam all the way back to the village, dragging the caribou with the other two. Katara had been furious, but she soon settled and celebrated with them. Zuko was welcomed by all in the tribe, though with some hesitation. Even if the tribe did not trust him fully, he was considered one of them now.

As the celebration waned, Katara had bid Zuko goodnight, promising to see him off in the morning. Guilt rose in his throat, unable to sleep. as he knew Katara wouldn't be saying goodbye to him. He waited, watching warriors slowly ease back out of their homes. As children slept on, husbands said goodbye to their wives, sons farewell to their mothers. He watched Hakoda clutch Kya tightly, before leading the warriors towards their boats.

Zuko watched them as they sailed into the night.

Come morning, Zuko still hadn't slept. He had his crew count food stores, so the cook could figure out how long it would last the tribe. They would need to be back before the food ran out, just in case, so he could help Sokka hunt.

When Katara came out, he couldn't dare look at her. His blood was roaring in his ears as she spoke, her words nothing but a buzz. Finally, she had snapped, using her bending to grab at the snow behind him and pelt him in her rage. She was gone by the time he stood, her brother not to far behind.

Everyone was watching him. Zuko took a breath.

"I know that not everyone trusts us," he said, his voice carrying over the quiet. "I know that my homeland has done terrible things, and that you may not want us here, but Hakoda asked that I help anyway I can. We will increase our visits, making sure that your food stores stay up. If you wish, I have men who have volunteered to stay behind, to help with hunting, fishing, or anything you need. They'll be at your disposal."

They continued to stare, so Zuko pressed on. "The point is, we're here to help. We're here to do as you need. So please, allow us to help as Hakoda asked us to."

A slow murmur rose from the tribe, mothers and sisters and daughters looking to one another for answers. Eventually, Katara's grandmother, the high elder of their council, stepped forward.

"Young man, you have done so much for us. It would not be right to ask for more. But you are as much of this tribe as Katara, myself, or any of us. Zuko the Trusted. You have earned that. So I ask that you contribute, as we all must, in these trying times."

She bowed her head, and plenty of the village followed her lead. Zuko returned it. They all began to gather around him, a plan slowly coming to shape. They would need two men, at least, to help Sokka. The younger boy had been on plenty of hunts, and would be able to direct two men, no matter how inept. With some help, the cook was able to figure out that the tribe should have enough stored to last a bit over a month and a half. Just in case, Zuko would plan to return within a month.

The village became a flurry of it's usual motion, with the added chaos of his crew preparing to leave two of their rank behind. It was during this flurry that Katara returned.

"How can I help?"

It was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He could breath. He could stand tall. He could make it through this.

Even if it meant giving up on ever going home.

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[seiya-starsniper]

Uh, if you do want *another* prompt to get you to 200k (I know I already sent one) number 28 from the Smutty fic list is just sooo Hobrinthian. Just saying. ;)

28. A puts a blade by B's throat, be it seriously or as a joke/teasing. B's reaction is…enthusiastic || AO3 Link Here

SPOFSDOKFS the best part about this is that I am always writing some variation of this prompt for this ship. And I love that get to do it again for my birthday celebration 💖💖 hope you enjoy friend!!!

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“I am searching for some wayward creations of mine,” Dream tells Hob late in the evening of their reunion meeting. “They departed for your world when I was captured, and I worry they are causing irreparable damage.”

Hob nods solemnly, taking another sip from his near empty pint of beer. He waves a server down to refill their drinks, and Dream accepts his refilled glass of wine graciously. It is the first time Hob has ever seen him actually consume whatever was put in front of him. His friend must be under a lot of stress indeed.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asks. “Not sure I know how to identify a dream or a nightmare, but I’ve been around a while. Just tell me what to look for, yeah?”

Dream considers the offer, then begins to tell Hob about his missing Arcana.

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After a few phone calls, a twelve hour flight, and nearly three weeks of following a trail of bodies, Hob finds himself face to face with the last of Dream’s missing creations. 

Well, technically they’re face to face. If one ignored the fact that Hob’s mouth was currently pressed up against the Corinthian’s. 

Hob had tracked the Nightmare to a gay nightclub in the Southern region of the United States, figuring out relatively quickly that the Nightmare had a type. He had, at first, thought the Corinthian had held some sort of prejudice, but when he stepped in to stop the Nightmare mid-murder, Hob realized very quickly that the blond just liked to play with his food.

Hob, of course, had gotten stabbed first in the abdomen, and then in the thigh for all his troubles, and somewhere in the scuffle he’d knocked the Nightmare’s glasses off his face and smashed them under his foot. When the Corinthian realized that Hob wasn’t surprised by the look of him, and that he wouldn’t die from something as simple as a stab wound, the blond had taken a decidedly different interest in him.  

It's not quite a kiss between them, it's more teeth (and there are so many teeth) than tongue, and there is nothing gentle about the way Hob slams the blond into the brick wall behind him. He can feel the cool steel of a second knife at his throat, which only makes Hob's blood run hotter. The first one is still buried in his thigh, the pain long forgotten in favor of Hob’s rapidly hardening cock.

“You’re not like the others,” the Corinthian growls into his mouth. His teeth bite down hard on Hob’s bottom lip, drawing blood, and Hob hisses before he slams the blond’s back harder into the wall. “You’re something older, something that can’t die.”

“Bingo, darling,” Hob pants, before he bites down on the Nightmare’s neck and runs his tongue along the same strip of skin. “Your creator’s been looking for you. You’ve been a bad boy over here in the States.”

“You can tell Dream to fuck right off,” the Corinthian snarls, pushing back against Hob’s body, but not quite pushing the immortal off. Hob knows the blond could propel him across to the other side of the alleyway if he really wanted, he’s only human after all, and the beautiful beast in his arms is so much more than that. Hob laughs as he feels the blade against his neck draw blood. He’s surprised he isn’t dizzy from the blood loss yet. 

“Can’t do that pet,” Hob purrs as he moves a hand down to the Corinthian’s trousers, still unbuttoned from his previous encounter before Hob arrived. The blond is just as hard as he is, and Hob wants to kneel at the Nightmare’s feet and get his mouth on his cock. Probably not the greatest idea given the circumstances. “You need to go back to where you came from. Would it help if I said please?”  

“I'm. Not. Ahhhh,” the Corinthian moans as Hob’s hand wraps around his cock. It’s a good size, thick and heavy in his palm. “Going back,” the nightmare finishes. His hips are thrusting into Hob’s hand now, and Hob chuckles at the eagerness.

“You sure I can't convince you?” Hob whispers into his ear, squeezing just hard enough to wring out another breathless moan. Hob ruts his own still covered cock against the Nightmare’s thigh. “I’m sure I could ask for leniency if you’re a good boy for me.”

“No fucking shot,” the Corinthian says, grinning ferally from all three of his mouths. Hob grins back with all of his teeth.

“Didn’t think so,” he replies, before he does something bold and kisses one of the Corinthian’s eye mouths. The Nightmare gasps and goes rigid beneath him. Hob worries for a brief second that he’s gravely misstepped, but then the tiny mouth opens up to him and purrs. 

Hob comes in his pants. It doesn’t take long before he’s able to finish stroking the Corinthian to completion, and then they’re quiet for a few moments, breathing heavily, the air thick with the stench of blood and sweat and sex.  

Then a thumb is pressed into Hob's eye-socket, and he screams as the Corinthian slashes his throat too fast for Hob to react. The Nightmare then yanks his other knife out of Hob’s thigh and stabs him again and again and again. Hob’s vision goes dark as his body finally gives into the blood loss and exhaustion.

Hob wakes up some unknown amount of time later in the alleyway of the nightclub, bloodied and with one eye missing. He curses at himself for his carelessness. The Corinthian could be anywhere by now. Hob really hopes Dream isn’t tracking his progress through dreams because it was going to be bloody difficult to explain to his friend that he decided to fuck instead of catch his most problematic creation. 

Then again, Dream hadn’t warned Hob about how attractive the Corinthian was going to be, so really it’s the Endless’s fault that Hob thought with his cock first.  

Hob gets a call from a blocked phone number two days later and knows immediately who it is. He hasn’t given the phone number of this burner phone to anyone. 

“I know who you are, Hob Gadling,” the Corinthian’s American accent purrs into his phone. 

Hob laughs. “Did you enjoy your meal then, darling?” he asks knowing exactly what’s happened to his missing eyeball. His body has already grown back its replacement, and it hurt like a goddamn bitch the entire time.  

He hears the Corinthian chuckle on the other line and Hob tries to imagine where the blond is right now, if he’s lazily lying in bed, or calling him from a payphone as he drives off to God knows where.  

“I'm going to hunt you down and take the other eye,” the Corinthian promises him. “How long does it take for one of those to grow back for you?” 

“Meet me in London and find out?” Hob asks, already knowing the answer. 

“I have a better idea,” the Corinthian replies. There's a convention in a few days and wouldn’t you know, I’ve been invited to be the guest of honor.”

“Have you now?” Hob asks, already pulling out a pen and paper. “And what’s this, some sort of serial killer convention?”

“Something like that,” the Corinthian replies, chuckling darkly. “You should come. It'll be a bloody good time.”

[gaycrouton]

Oversized Scrubs

season three | slight hurt/comfort | protective mulder | 1.8k | ao3

Black lace. A pink bow. Some sheer thing that haunted his dreams. He never meant to see any of it, he looked away as soon as his brain caught up to his eyes. It just sometimes took longer than he was proud of because of the southern redirection of his blood flow.

It was just something he’d gotten used to over the past few years of working with her. If Scully was doing an autopsy, chances were, he’d accidentally get a clear shot down her shirt.

The first time it happened, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. It was like his mind was treating the creamy, pale expanse of Scully’s torso like a Rorschach test. Scully’s clothes were usually baggier, at least her suit jackets were, but for some reason, more often than not, the small woman wore scrubs that were several sizes too large for her frame. This meant the neckline would fall away from her torso if she bent down even slightly, and since he towered over her, he was always in the line of sight.

Mulder never said anything because it felt inappropriate to bring up. He knew the autopsies physically took a toll on her without making her feel like she needed to modify her posture so her pervy partner would stop looking at her breasts.

Only, that was just it. While he’d have the decency to look away, he’d often turn his head to find the local medical examiners making a similar discovery before suddenly paying a lot more attention to her than they previously had been.

Sometimes they smirked at him like getting a free peek at the unsuspecting medical doctor was an inside joke, and it made his blood boil. 

Much like it was right now.

He didn’t particularly like Officer Gonzalez to begin with, the man seemingly couldn’t differentiate confidence and arrogance and made it everyone else’s problem. Mulder hadn’t expected him to come to the autopsy bay, but apparently, the man wanted to treat the victim’s body like a carnival attraction. Mulder hadn’t been paying attention to what he was saying, but he noticed when the constant hum of the background noise came to a halt. 

When he glanced over to see if Gonzalez had left, he saw a sleazy grin had been what sealed his mouth shut. The man looked like he was trying to raise himself up on the balls of his feet, and it became painfully obvious to Mulder why that was when he glanced at Scully who was currently bent over the body as she collected debris samples.

Deep purple satin.

He immediately pulled his attention up towards her face and saw she was completely none-the-wiser to the fact Gonzalez was treating her job proficiency like a strip tease.

“I thought you were going to canvas the area for more bodies?” Mulder stated firmly, stepping in front of the officer to effectively block Scully from his line of sight.

Gonzalez smirked at him, and Mulder knew he was only chagrined because he thought he’d stepped on Mulder’s toes. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he replied, the real meaning of his words causing Mulder’s jaw to clench.

He stood there for a minute until he couldn’t hear the departing officer’s footsteps, but the sound of Scully’s murmured voice caused him to turn back around. “I thought he’d never leave.”

She was still hunched over, and he was still avoiding looking at the valley of her torso. A familiar weight settled uncomfortably in his chest, and he felt like a prick for not mentioning it to her sooner. Over three years of working together, there had to have been at least a couple dozen people who had leered at her without her knowing because he was too chickenshit to say anything.

“Hey Scully,” he stated, walking towards the other side of the table.

“Hm?” she hummed in reply. She glanced up when he didn’t answer, and, upon seeing the look on his face, stood up straight. “What’s wrong?”

“Um,” he sighed, stopping when he caught sight of the tape recorder hanging down from the ceiling between them. “Could you turn that thing off for a second?” he asked, gesturing to the tape recorder.

She gave him a look, but complied nonetheless. “Is something wrong?”

“Well,” he paused. Knowing he had to have this conversation didn’t help him when it came to figuring out what to say. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way.”

She cocked an eyebrow and continued to stare him down. “Then say what you mean.”

“Why are your scrubs always so big on you?” he asked.

“Because most of the places we go only have scrubs for men,” she replied, compiling his guilt. “Why do you ask?”

He bit his cheek and rubbed his chin. “I just wanted to let you know that… sometimes, when you bend over… it’s easy to see down your shirt.”

There was a moment of silence that made his balls rescind into his body in fear. “I wasn’t trying to look, it’s just-“

“I’m constantly bent over during an autopsy,” she finished flatly.

“I just thought you might want to know,” he replied, looking towards the door where Gonzalez had just exited.

When he turned around, he saw her attention had followed his and her eyes snapped back with a look of understanding. “Is that why you, in so many words, told him to get lost?”

“I also thought his cologne smelled bad,” he joked lamely. Scully looked down at herself, as if really assessing her scrubs for the first time. The collar of the shirt was so big that it effortlessly exposed her collarbones; no matter how she shifted or adjusted, the shirt dwarfed her. His gaze flickered down and he noticed a small protrusion on her hip and the way her pants legs were rolled up a few times. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having a hard time getting scrubs in your size? I could have told the morgues to have some ready for you before we fly out,” he asked.

“Mulder, you know most of the autopsies I do are spur of the moment,” she sighed. “And while that’s a sweet gesture, I already have to deal with their surprise at seeing a female pathologist. I don’t want to deal with their frustration at being requested to accommodate me.”

“I could always-“

“Is it really that bad?” she interrupted with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I’m just tall, so, uh, yeah,” he stammered awkwardly. “You don’t even have to bend over very far for it to gape.” 

Her lips pursed to one corner of her mouth as she let her head fall back in defeat. “Did someone say something to you?” she asked, her tone pitching up slightly like it did on the rare occasion she got embarrassed.

That wasn’t what he’d meant to do, and the guilty knot of pressure in his chest was beginning to creep up his throat. It was now obvious to him the large scrubs were a subtle sign she wasn’t invited into the space she had a right to, that it already was uncomfortable for her, and now he’d gone and made her self-conscious.

“I’ve caught a few guys staring,” he admitted softly. “I should’ve mentioned it earlier, I just,” he paused, taking a deep breath before exhaling, “so much time has passed that I didn’t want you to think I hadn’t said anything because I was ogling you.”

“You weren’t?” she asked. The soft inflection of her question made his eyes widen before he saw the smirk on her face. 

“You already have one potential sexual harassment complaint you could file against me from when you found all those videos in the cabinet,” he teased back.

“I would never file a complaint for that. You were just being such a good friend for holding onto Frohike’s collection for him,” she deadpanned.

Mulder openly chuckled at that, and Scully looked pretty proud of herself for it. He was relieved they were able to diffuse the tension with humor, but he knew he’d unleashed something that was bound to continue to be a problem. 

He was about to say something when he saw Scully lift the bottom of her shirt up. The action revealed to him that the drawstring of the pants was effectively useless; instead, Scully had taken a hair tie and cinched the waistband herself. He watched as she deftly removed the drawstring from the scrubs and re-cinched the waist before letting the hem of the shirt fall back down.

Scully then took the string and tied it around her waist like an apron, adjusting the fabric as needed. “How very MacGyver of you,” he teased.

She offered him a small smile before clearing her throat. Then, looking at him with the utmost expression of professionalism, she said, “I’m going to resume working now. Will you tell me if it’s bad?”

“Are you giving me permission to look down your shirt?” he asked playfully.

“One-time offer.”

Scully bent over, only this time glancing up at him as if to check if he was looking. There was an eroticism to the action he hadn’t expected and it made his breath catch in his throat. “Well?” She asked, her voice deeper from craning her neck up.

Mulder let his eyes flicker downward and was met with the sight of her collarbones peeing over the collar of her shirt. “Leer-proof,” he replied.

“Good,” she nodded, flicking the tape recorder back on and signaling the end of the conversation.

He stuck around for a while, waiting to see if she found anything notable from the external exam before deciding to take his leave. There were a few family members he needed to interview, and he still felt a little grossed out seeing the organ removal process.

Mulder let her know where he was going, but he was stopped right when he got to the door. 

“Mulder,” she called out softly, making him turn around to look at her.

“Yeah?”

He watched a sly smile spread on her lips as she continued working on the body. “Your fly’s down.”

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*I promise I haven't abandoned any of my other works. I've taken a vow not to join any exchanges until I'm caught up with everything. Grad school, serotonin deprivation, and no free time just go hand-in-hand. I was typing this on my phone to be a note for later, and it just ended up writing itself so I figured I'd post it here as a little thing. Again, promise I will be updating my other WIPs as soon as I can.

[billthedrake]

BUCK ON BEEF

(Heads up: This one has some rougher oral sex.)

It was a perfect Spring day to sit inside and watch the Masters. As Tom Miller turned on the big screen TV and flipped through the channels, he undid his tie and the top botton on his Sunday-best dress shirt. No two ways about it, Tom was a big man, 6'2" and carrying his former linebacker brawn on his frame, along with that married girth and a big broad belly.... topping 300 on the scale.

Tom sometimes thought he should cut back on the Chik-Fil-A sandwiches, or the fries, or the few beers he planned to have watching golf. He could get back to his playing weight or something closer to it. But the banker and father of two felt comfortable in his body. He had a very pretty (and still thin) ex-sorority wife who was into her big cuddly teddy bear of a husband.

And god help him, his son Trey liked Tom's girth, too. Like, really liked it.

"Hey, Dad," the high school quarterback said in his teen voice which even at 18 seemed to deepen by the day. The 6'2" stud had already changed out of his church clothes and walked into the den in just a flimsy pair of his high school team shorts. If his dad looked, he'd see Trey already sporting a good shank of teen bone.

Tom did look. When he and Trey first started fooling around, the family man had tried to put the breaks on it. Now, he leaned into it, the whole insane physicality of this affair with his son.

"Jesus, kiddo..." he growled with a playful laugh. Did that kid always have sex on his brain?

"Come on, Dad... Mom and Chels are swimming at the club all afternoon. It's been a couple weeks since we've had a long session."

Tom got a shy look on his full, masculine face as he stepped up to Trey and lightly gripped his son's waist. Trey took charge of the kiss, though, like he always did. One hand behing his dad's neck, the other greedily cupping that meaty ass cheek through the man's trousers to pull in all that dad beef.

"Damn, Dad," Trey hissed, his blue eyes peering into his daddy's. He leaned back and openly appraised his father's build, the way that blue blazer opened up to frame that belly. Trey had been fucking Coach Carson lately, too, as well as Mr. Reynolds, his math teacher, but none of those other men had the amazing thickness of his father. Placing his hands right on that stomach, the jock hissed, "It's been a while since we've had date night, sir."

God, Trey knew how to make Tom feel like he was a young jock himself. Carrying on a bromance with one of the D-line players on that South Carolina roster of 98. "It has been," the man answered in a husky Southern drawl. "Maybe in a couple of weeks," he hissed. "I'll tell the girls that you and I are taking a guys weekend... catch a couple of Braves games."

Trey grinned. Like any Southern jock, he was more than a little spoiled and used to getting his way. "Sounds awesome, Dad." He relinquished his feel of Tom's belly and through his peripheral vision, the father could see Trey push those shorts down, all the way off.

Indeed as Trey stepped back, he fisted that giant QB tool. Ten inches and almost flashlight thick. Two heavy nuts dangled low from the hard shaft. "Why don't you suck my cock some, Dad?" he asked.

Tom didn't know where the kid inherited that big stick from. He himself had a respectable enough tool, thick and meaty, like the rest of him, but the son was about three inches longer than him. It was insane. "I thought I raised you to say please and thank you, son," he teased.

Trey nodded. "Yessir. Would you please suck my cock, Dad?" he laughed.

"Guess that's as good as I'm gonna get," Tom chuckled as he kicked off his loafers and undid his belt. He was rock hard and as he folded his trousers over the end of the sofa, he couldn't help but be pleased by how perpetually fixated Trey was on the dick that made him.

Now stripped from the waist down except for some dress socks, Tom sat down on the sofa, his burly 300-ish pound frame looking bigger in a seated position, that big belly hanging over, that neck looking fuller. He was still in church attire from the waist up, and he was hunkering down to suck some oversized son meat.

"God yes," Trey gasped as Tom slathered his meaty cock. The QB placed his hands on his waist and let his dad do the work getting reacquainted with that dick before starting to service the teen. Trey got off on the contrast between his nakedness and his father's clothed, bulky form. "Suck me, Dad. Fuck yes...."

Then feeling super horned up, the athlete spread his legs a little and gripped his father's skull. And he powered his way deep into his dad's gullet.

Tom coughed up some throat slime at the intrusion but sucked it off that prick and back down his throat.

"Come on, Dad," Trey hissed, hips pausing a second before resuming their deep pump. "You did this a couple nights ago no problem."

The thick spit was now dripping down the big man's chin and onto his dress shirt as the jock son fucked his face rigorously. As sloppy throat sounds filled the room, Trey's eyes averted to the TV... he grinned as he thought how his first JO fantasies involved big-bellied golfers... Mickelson, Harrington, Rahm... Trey would flog his big teen bone thinking of fucking those dudes from here to Sunday.

"All right, Dad," Trey hissed. His voice wasn't dominant but instead encouraging. He and his father had been working on this trick. With a rough shove, he pulled his dad's face flush to his crotch.

"One mississippi.... two mississippi..." the quarterback counted off. Tom's face flushed beet red as his esophagus felt crazy full with his son's hard dong, cutting off his air. "... six mississippi... " Tom Miller started to gag but kept it in check. This was like deep throating Reggie, his defensive jock buddy back in the day. But better.

"You got this," Trey hissed, so turned on by the spasms of his father's throat and the fact the old man would let him do this.

Tom coughed again, sputtering around his son's huge shaft.

"Eleven mississippi!" Trey beamed proundly as he pulled out his cock. A heavy strand of throat slime came out with it, some of it dribbling down Tom's chin, the rest hanging from the tip of Trey's stalk till it snapped off and fell right on his dad's half-unbuttoned dress shirt.

"Fuck, that's nasty," Trey growled in lust.

The first time he'd gagged on Trey, Tom had felt embarrassed. Now, he loved the horny limits-testing they did. Trey pushing Dad in some old fashioned throat training, Dad seeing just how much mind can win out over body.

Tom leaned in greedily and swiped up some of that excess mucus.

That cock twitched when he did, but Trey's voice got a deep neediness. "Leave some of that slime on there, Dad. It'll make good lube."

Tom nodded, now in synch with his son's horniness. Undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, he lay back on the couch, pulling his legs up.

"Goddamn, Dad," the young buck grunted, so turned on as he crawled up onto the sofa. His staff was angry-hard, and very wet from the throat job. He pushed it down to line it up with his father's slot. Normally, he'd enjoy the foreplay but Tom had worked up him too much, too fast. He didn't shove in but got a toe hold a half inch past the dadpucker.

"OOF!" Tom grunted. He would have admonished Trey, but his son knew what he was doing. Trey had never done anything but make the big man feel great.

The jock held steady and looked down on the 40-something bull of a man. Once again, he openly ran his hands over his dad's bulk, now able to touch the soft fur and bare skin. "I love your gut, sir... so fucking sexy."

An inch more dick pushed into his dad, who now more readily relaxed around that thick dong. Not only did Trey have the best throwing arm in Forsyth County, he surely carried the biggest dick around, too.

"I should probably slim down," Tom half objected. His son was so lean and muscular and perfect, the contrast did give the man a pause.

"Don't you dare," Trey laughed, spearing more meat inside his old man. "You could get bigger, Dad, and I'd fucking love it."

Tom grinned and pulled his arms back, hands behind his head, making the blazer and open shirt pull wide open. He was on full display for his son, gut and rounded pecs and all. "You a chubby chaser, son?" he asked. Before, he'd been too self conscious of his size around Trey, but now he wanted to know everything about what made his son tick.

Trey thought for a second, doing little micro-thrusts of his meat in and out of the daddy tightness. "Not really. I dunno... I just like having a lot of Daddy to hold onto." His hands were now on Tom's surprisingly firm, rounded belly, right as he pushed all the way in.

"You're tapping my hole, son," Tom hissed. This was always the most uncomfortable part of the fuck, but uncomfortable in a good way. It made Tom feel he was being taken for real. Even Reggie never tapped that second ring.

Trey nodded. "Want me to breach it today?" he asked.

Tom exhaled. "Fuck. I don't know." He wanted it, but each time Trey did was really fucking intense.

That son cock twitched inside the man's tight guts. It had taken them so long to work up to anal so readily, but it was now perfect for Trey... just the right relaxation of dadcunt to let him in, but still a hell of a lot of snugness around his prick. "Pull those legs, back," the QB urged.

Tom took a deep breath and did as instructed, pulling those thick thighs all the way back, and lifting his ass some in the process.

Trey waited a second, then pushed his hips all the way forward, driving his fat battering ram past the inner tightness.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Tom yelled.

"Too much Daddy?" Trey checked in. It was vice tight way up there, and Trey worried this was too much for his father.

Tom exhaled again, biting his lip before responding. "God help me son, I want it. Work your cock over that entrance."

Trey grinned and examined his dad's big body as he did as instructed. Slow working back and forth over that ring.

"Fuck yes," Tom hissed. "My hung stud son..."

Trey got into it, making those strokes longer, knowing his dad was opened up inside. Pretty soon he was fucking harder and longer.

"Yes.... fuck me, son. Pound your daddy." Tom was geting into that wild, didn't-give-a-fuck part of the sex act. He needed this, all ten huge inches of Trey railing him.

It was like poppers to Trey, whose hips gained speed and power. He watched, wide eyed as that gut swayed with each power thrusts and those full titties bounced. That made him fuck harder, just to see those 300-plus pounds of beef jiggle more.

"Fuck!" Tom beat Trey's cum by two seconds, that dad dick spraying hands free all over his belly as his inner ring got battered.

And just as quickly, Trey's prick fucked on the slickness of his own seed. Finally the blur of those teen buck hips slowed to gentle sway, then a stop.

"Damn, Dad," the jock said, a little out of breath. "That was fucking hot."

Tom could only nod. Any thoughts had been fucked out of him. He was glad Trey was withdrawing as the deep fullness in his ass was getting too much, fast.

Trey had that satisfied look as he pulled back and knelt on the sofa, hands on his hips and still-hard meet sticking out, covered in fuck juices.

Tom scrambled to lean in, gently cleaning off his son's meat with long swipes of his tongue.

Now, he felt a little ashamed, and he wasn't sure the way Trey ruffled his hair affectionately made it better or worse.

He looked up at the TV once more then back at his dad. "I guess you want to watch your golf," Trey said. Maybe feeling a little bad he'd interrupted his father's Sunday ritual.

"Yeah," Tom said as he sat back in the sofa, his big belly falling over his sated genitals. Then he took another look at his hunky son. "Actually... how long did you say the girls would be at the Club?"

With a grin, he watched Trey's young buck cock jerk out into a fuck hard once more.

[ladylooch]

Luca and Liv shower sex.

Liv and Luca lay on their made bed in their new condo in Southern California, sprawled out, both fighting the urge to close their eyes. They hired a professional moving company for their cross-country adjustment, but somehow, it is still as exhausting as ever. 

Liv’s face is smooshed into her pillow. Luca reaches out, running his fingers along her spine to get her eyes open. 

“I am going to finish unloading the last few bags from the car.” He smooths her matted hair down. Liv snuggles deeper. 

“Okay. I’m going to get in the shower. I need to wash my hair.” 

“Yeah…” Luca cringes jokingly. 

“Still love me?”

“More than ever.” He pats her butt then leaves the room. Liv waits until she hears the click of the front door shutting before hauling herself off the clean bed.

As she walks to the master bathroom, she strips her dirty and dusty clothes off, leaving a trail for Luca to find when he returns. She grabs the bag with their shower stuff. She places both hers and Luca’s items in his and her places on either side of the long, built in shelf. Seeing their things together, finally in the same place after years of dreaming about this has her giddy. The shower heats up the bathroom as Liv undoes her clipped back hair. The tendrils of her brown hair race down her shoulders and upper back.

“Fuck.” She hears from the doorway. She looks over her shoulder, smiling at Luca appreciating her. He licks his lips. 

“I was hoping you would find me.”

“You could have asked.”

“Yeah, but I kinda like when you chase me.” She runs her tongue over her top teeth. This drives Luca crazy. 

“Love catching you.” He murmurs, fisting his t-shirt and tugging it over his head.

Liv swallows hard at the defined muscles of his upper body. Thick shoulder and chest muscles are paired with bulging biceps. If he turned right now, Liv would be drooling at the sight of his toned back too. He works his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and underwear, dropping them to pool around his ankles. Liv sighs happily at the full sight of his naked body. She’s a lucky girl. No doubt about that. 

Luca steps forward to kiss Liv. 

“I’m so happy we are finally here. In our place.” He kisses her every few words then smiles when a small moan escapes her lips. His hands trail along her back, causing goosebumps to pucker her skin and nipples. The stiff peaks brush against his body. Luca pulls back to look at them. He slowly licks his bottom lip, then leans down to suck one into his mouth. Liv sighs, threading her fingers through his brown hair. “You taste good in Cali, baby.” He kisses his way along to the other one, giving it equal attention. 

Luca pulls away and follows Liv into the shower. The shower head is big enough that they are both engulfed in the warm spray. Their get their hair and bodies wet, then Luca bings Liv in close to kiss her again. His erection presses into Liv’s stomach, ready and wanting.

Liv drags her finger tips over his hard shaft. The tips tease over his pink head. Luca watches with desperate brown eyes. He lick his lips, capturing hers in a hot, tongue filled kiss. 

“Feels so good.” He mumbles to her, bringing both hands up to hold her head.

Their tongues dance together in perfect rhythm. Liv wraps her fingers around his shaft, tugging him up, with a firm grasp. Luca shudders, then kisses her harder. Her thumb rolls over the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Power and confidence drapes over Liv as he locks his knees when her tempo increases. The water helps lubricate everything as she twists her fist when she gets to his swollen head. Luca’s mouth forms a desperate O. He uses that O on Liv’s nipples again, taking his time to work her into a slick, moaning mess. 

Then, Luca brings a hand to her clit, finding it with two thick fingers. He rubs fast, gentle circles. The tide turns in Luca’s directions when Liv moans, falling forward into his touch. Her forehead hits his wet shoulder. Her hand on his cock stills. He leans her back from him, supporting her back as he lets the hard, consistent spray of the water dance along her taut nipples. He watches her come without him being inside of her. She sways. He catches her, then lifts her into his arms. 

“I love making you come before I’m inside of you.” He murmurs, watching her drunkenly bat her lashes to compose herself. “You get so wet and desperate for my cock.”

“Please.” Liv whines as he leans her against the wall. He’ll take her from behind soon, but to get started, they’ll have to do this first. Liv can’t hold herself up as her walls continue to clench desperately around nothing, needing more.

Luca nudges himself between her folds, then braces a hand on her hip to help push her down. Liv’s jaw become unhinged as her mouth falls open. Luca sees stars. She is so tight and warm, drenching his cock with her wetness. Luca is greedy immediately, wanting to have her quivering on him, pulling him into the abyss she’s already visited. 

“Love the way you take me.” Liv whispers. Luca savors the way she shudders from his movements. She is wrapped up in every movement of him inside of her. She pushes her hips down to meet him thrust for thrust. 

“Tell me what you need.”

“More.” Liv groans. Luca adjusts her weight, giving the wall more of her as Liv clutches his shoulders tighter. He angles his hips to drive deeper. Liv convulses in his arms, shrieking out a primal moan. “Yes.” She hisses into his ear. Her teeth collide with his ear lobe, then a moan on his neck announces her second orgasm. She grips him tight. Luca closes his eyes, focusing to not come. Not until she watches him take her again from behind in the mirror. It was the only thing he had been thinking of since they toured this place. How hot shower sex was going to be in the morning before skate, in the afternoon before a game, and post-game after a win.

“Can you be a good girl and stand for me?” Luca asks after they both catch their breath for a moment while lightly kissing. Liv nods. “Good, Livy.” He murmurs, setting her down. He doesn’t let go until she is stable on her feet. She turns, tucking her hair to one side of her body, then leaning over in front of him. Luca moans, taking a mental picture of how good she looks in front of him like this. He squeezes her ass cheeks. He fists his cock, sliding some of her wetness down his shaft to lubricate himself better. Then he places his sensitive head at her used entrance. He turns, looking into the mirror as he pushes himself into her pussy. He pauses there, seeing stars with how tightly her muscles contract around him again. Fuck, she’s still this horny and he’s already given her two orgasms. Living with her is going to be heaven.

“Watch me fuck you this good, baby.” He turns her face to look over at the mirror. He can feel the hot tightness coils within his abdomen, clamoring for release.

Through the steam, Liv can see Luca’s strong body flex and tighten with each hard thrust into her. She moans as his balls slap harder against her ass. The warm, steamy water creates a teasing pressure along her skin. Her senses are heightened. He brings his big hands up to her hips and pulls her back into every thrust. 

“Oh god.” Liv groans, throwing her head back. 

“Right there, baby.” Luca removes one hand from her hip to massage her breast. His thumb and middle finger roll her nipple.

“Luca.” Liv shouts out as she comes a third time. He works her through it, knees almost buckling at how tight she squeezes him.

“Mmm.” He moans, biting the back of her neck as he releases into her. When he is done, he holds Liv there, buried to the brink while kissing across her shoulders. Liv moves her hair to one side, putting a shaky hand on the wall as she sits up. Luca pauses her, pulling out. Liv turns, pressing her breasts to his wet chest. She tugs him down to her by the back of his neck.

“You are the best roommate I’ve ever had.” 

Luca laughs, then reaches to his left to grab her shampoo. He wants to take care of his girl in more ways than one tonight.