#and if he sucks me off i am gonna feel obligated to suck him off

[kinglypup]

🦷 I think you'll have a creature of the night- rocky horror experience

Toucha toucha TOUCH ME i wannbe dirrtyyy♡~~~

i think im gonna want to act like a man starved in the moment and im gonna have to actively restrain myself so my friend doesn't think im fucking insane jdfkhd

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

anniversary antics

pairing: joel miller x f! reader

cw/tags: pwp, breeding kink (literally that's the fic), unprotected p in v (duh), dirty talk, established relationship (they're happily married?!), not beta read, written in one evening

summary: literally breeding kink

wc: 1.3k words

You’d always heard that married couples don’t have sex very often. You’d been warned about these ‘dead bedrooms’ by friends of yours, read about it on the internet – it was basically common knowledge. 

Maybe there’s some truth to it, but you wouldn’t know because you married Joel Miller who gets older and sexier every day. Joel Miller, your husband who took you out to a nice dinner for your anniversary and sat across from you acting all polite and charming in his brand new suit, your husband who ripped your dress off the moment he got you through your front door. 

Now you lie naked under him, already disheveled and ready to take whatever he’ll give you. You’re face-to-face with the man who makes you weak like no other. You affect him equally, you drive him wild, fill him with a fiery need that surpasses all other desires.

Though it takes all of your mental fortitude to fight the pull of arousal, your sensible self still peeks through for a moment.

“Joel, I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating right now.”

Joel slips back into his serious, practical, typical demeanor easily. A completely different man from the one who was sucking marks into the taut skin of your neck just a moment ago.

“Okay. You want me to pull out or do you wanna use a condom?” he asks as if those are the only two options.

“We can do whatever you want.” You shouldn’t tell him what you want.

“It’s not just about me. It’s your body, baby.” He leans in and whispers his next words into the shell of your ear: “tell me what you want.”

His voice is low and commanding. It makes you nervous for all the wrong reasons. You should be worrying about the consequences of doing this while you’re ovulating, you should be assessing the risks, but you can only think of the reward. 

“I, uh- what if you didn’t do either of those things?”

“You mean you want me to cum inside you? Is that it?” He remains straight-faced, seemingly unfazed by something that’s been a kink you’ve kept secret for so long, believing it to be too taboo.

He’s not even inside you yet, he’s looming over you, skin barely ghosting over yours, but his words alone make you exhale a breathy moan, and he knows.

“You do want that, huh?” He gets that cocky grin on his face, proud of himself for figuring out what makes you tick, though it was hardly a mystery. 

One of his hands remains by your head, balancing himself above you while the other is wrapped around his dick as he drags the head along your folds.

You grip the pillow and turn your head to the side, burying your face in it, determined not to let him hear the sounds coming from your mouth right now.

“I know how bad you want it, baby, but I think she wants it even more than you do,” he says, focusing on your cunt, playing with it and reveling in the lewd sounds that come with every swipe of his tip along your slit. “Listen to that,” he says

He’s silent for a second, letting you hear the slick noises of your wetness.

“I need you to look at me, sweetheart.” He ceases his teasing between your legs and brings his hand up to your face to cup your chin.

Hesitant to meet his eyes but desperate to have him inside you, you give in and look at him.

“Baby, she’s cryin’ ‘cause she needs it so bad. Are we gonna give it to her?”

“Only if you want to.” Translation: yes, please.

His tone is deeper, voice thick with conviction, when he replies. “Baby, you have no idea how bad I want it.”

You shouldn’t be surprised, and yet you are.

“Gimme your hand,” he says. “I want you to feel how hard I am right now.”

You oblige, let him take your hand and guide you to wrap your palm around his cock. It twitches in your grasp. “I didn’t know it could get this hard,” you say.

“Only when I’m with you.”

You shift your hips while you hold his cock steady lining it up with your entrance. “Please,” you whine, gazing up into his eyes.

His answer isn’t verbal. He eases into you, letting you feel his length stroke your inner walls as he gradually presses himself deeper.

“It feels so good,” you moan. 

You wrap your arms around him, holding onto him like you’re afraid you’ll lose him.

“I know.” His voice is raspier now, barely hiding his own desperation. “Baby, just so you know, if you want me to stop-”

“-No! Don’t stop.” You wrap your legs around his hips, keeping him inside you, using your heels to force him even deeper.

He laughs – so much as one can when they’re running out of breath. “Or if you want me to pull out.” There’s a glint in his eye, he’s not ‘checking in with you’, he’s teasing you. “If you don’t want me to get you pregnant…”

On cue, your walls clench around him, betraying any facade of composure, and the smirk is already waiting on his face.

“I knew it,” he says. “You want me to get you knocked up, huh?”

In a haze, eyes half-lidded and empty of all thoughts but Joel getting you pregnant, you mumble in agreement, “uh-huh.”

“I could put a baby in you right now,” he says as if it’s some revelation. He continues to act flippant to tease you, but it’s getting to him too – you can hear it in his voice, rough and raspy.

The coil inside you tightens, so close to snapping, you can feel it. “Joel, I’m gonna cum.” It’s urgent, a warning, not a plea.

“Mm-hmm. You can cum for me. But I’m not gonna stop until I get you pregnant, baby.”

And that’s what brings you over the edge. Your walls clench around him, keeping him inside you, and your nails drag down his back, leaving marks, claiming him, knowing he’s about to make you his too.

You cum so hard you nearly scream but it’s all unintelligible aside from his name.

He doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath as he chases his own orgasm. All you can do is cling to him and sob out your pleas as you continue to soak the sheets.

“Look how deep I am, baby,” he says, eyeing the bulge his cock makes in your abdomen. “Gotta make sure I cum deep inside you if I wanna get you knocked up tonight.”

Joel’s not usually this talkative during sex. He’s the kind of guy to swear through gritted teeth and grunt with every thrust, but now, he’s talking dirty to you like he’s an expert. Like he’s practiced. Maybe in his head, he has. 

It’s the look on your face, the way you can’t seem to shake yourself out of your last orgasm while teetering on the edge of the next, the way you’re losing yourself to your own pleasure that spurs him on.

“You feel so good, baby. I’m getting’ real close.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah?” His hand snakes its way downward so that his thumb can circle your clit in time with his thrusts.

His hips falter and he cums deep inside you with a low groan. You’re so caught up in your own that you struggle to focus on him. You want to see him, but your eyes screw shut when the intense pleasure courses through you. You gush around him, leaving him equally as messy as he leaves you.

Basking in the post-orgasm bliss, you slowly regain your senses. 

“I could really be pregnant,” you say

“I doubt it,” he says. 

“Why’s that?”

“Just my intuition.” He shrugs and a small smile graces his lips before he adds, “but we can always try again.”

[freedomfireflies]

Birthday Boy*

Summary: An extra for 404*

The one where Harry doesn't celebrate his birthday but he loves to celebrate you.

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, anal play, brief Daddy kink, breeding kink

“What the fuck am I doing here?”

You grin as you widen the door and motion him inside. “Just shut up and come in.”

“…why?”

“Harry.”

He huffs but does oblige, slipping the hood from his head while glancing around. “I thought you didn’t want me coming over here anymore.”

“I don’t,” you agree. “But this is a special circumstance.”

“Yeah? And why's that?”

You merely smile. “You’ll see. Sit.”

He glances at your sofa before nodding his chin toward the bedroom. “Here or there?”

“Here. You don’t deserve to go in there.”

“Funny.” He slumps down onto the cushions and tosses arms over the back of the couch. “Now what?”

Your hand disappears into your pocket as you approach him from behind. “We’re gonna play a game.”

“A game?”

“A game. I…am gonna blindfold you,” you tell him as you slip his glasses off and hover dark fabric over his head. “And you…are going to guess what I put in your hand.”

You wait a beat before settling it over his eyes, just to make sure he’s all right with your proposition.

And of course, he smirks. “Okay,” he agrees and you fasten the knot. “And what do I get if I guess correctly?"

“A prize.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You walk back around the couch and stand in front of his knees. “And if you guess wrong, then I’ll be claiming the prize for myself. And you can just watch.”

His lips curl up into a wicked grin. “Deal.” He extends his hand. “Let’s go.”

This is where the game gets tricky. In order to give him the object, you have to retrieve it first. Which means stripping down completely.

So, you do. You peel off your shirt and your jeans and your scandalously tiny panties and toss them into a pile on the floor.

And then…you step closer.

You swing your leg over his hip, and then the other, and drop yourself onto his lap. He’s already grinning, likely having guessed that you removed your clothes, and he’s endlessly intrigued.

You take his hands and bring them to your chest. Allowing him to squeeze and grope the warm, sensitive flesh at his disposal as he bites back a larger grin and pretends to think.

“These…” he hums, “these are those beautiful fucking tits I love to suck on so much, aren’t they?”

“Mhm.” You move his hands down your stomach and place them on your waist.

“And these…” He kneads them gently. “These are those perfect hips I love to hold when I fuck into you.”

“Uh-huh.” You slide his large palms down to your thighs.

“Oh, these,” he nearly groans. “These are the fucking thighs I love to have squeezing my head when you sit on my face. When you cum all over my tongue and make a mess of me. A tasty fucking mess.”

You smirk and move him toward your ass now.

And he curses to himself before he’s taking hold of each cheek and tugging—hard. “And this…this is the ass that looks so pretty when it’s all red and tender from taking my punishment, yeah? The one that looks so fucking good in my hand? Bouncing on my cock?”

“Mhm…and one more guess,” you tell him before you take his hands and move them between the cheeks of your ass.

And that’s when he feels it.

You watch him swallow. Watch the way his jaw ticks and his lips part. The way he fights the urge to yank the covering from his eyes and see for himself.

“Tink…”

“Yes, Harry?”

“…is that a butt plug?”

You grin wildly as you move your lips to his ear. “Happy birthday.”

In seconds, he’s ripping off the blindfold and taking a proper look at you. He’s surprised and you feel proud. “How the fuck did you know?”

“What, you think you’re the only one who can hack into Prescott’s computer and read a file?” 

He blinks before he’s leaning back and allowing his eyes to travel down the length of your naked body still settled on his lap. “Well…fuck.”

“Yeah.” You laugh. “And what better way to celebrate, right? Go ahead. Admit it. I’m an incredible gift giver.”

For the first time since you’ve known him, he seems…stunned. Eerily quiet and it’s almost unnerving. He holds your body but not in the greedy way he was before. Now he’s…almost reverent. Confused.

“I…I don’t really celebrate my birthday,” he finally admits. “Anymore, I mean. I…you didn’t have to do this.”

Your chest aches but you wave him off. “It’s just anal, calm down. I’m not throwing you a fucking party or anything.”

He exhales a gentle chuckle. “Still, you didn’t…I mean, I didn’t expect anything.”

“Good. You shouldn’t.” You both smile. “Because this doesn’t change anything. I still hate you. I just…thought it would be a fun thing to do. So you wouldn’t have to be alone.”

Now he understands and the room suddenly feels so small. You figured he wouldn’t be celebrating his birthday this year. And you’d realized you’d never seen him celebrate before. And then…you figured out why.

Her. 

You didn’t want him to go back to his empty apartment and be alone. You didn’t want him to have to pretend like this was just another day or drown himself in the memory of her.

You wanted to distract him. Give him a reason to enjoy himself. Celebrate his birth. Even if it was with you.

He sighs now as he pulls you closer. Squeezing your ass again before kissing the space between your breasts. “Well…other than the fact that you disobeyed me, this is really thoughtful.”

“I’m sorry…what?”

He nods once and you recognize that sadistic gleam in his eye. “How did you get this pretty little plug in, hm?”

Oh. “I…I put it in.”

“Uh-huh. How?”

“How do you think?”

He spanks you. Firm. The sound is sharp and it echoes through your apartment as you jolt. “Don’t be fucking smart, Princess. When I ask you a question…you answer it. Is that understood?”

You bite your lip. “I touched myself and then I put it in.”

“Mm.” He kisses over your nipple and up to your shoulder. “And do you realize how that was disobeying me?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “In all fairness, it would have ruined the surprise if I fucking told you.”

He spanks you again. Harder this time. Painful. And your insides are on fire in the best possible way. “No. You won’t speak to me like that today. Will you?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Good girl. What are you gonna do instead?”

“…I’m gonna give you your prize.”

He grins. “That’s fucking right. Turn around.”

You do. You stand from his lap and allow him to pull you apart until he can get a glimpse of the pretty toy inside.

And you can’t help but feel pleased with the way he exhales a tortured groan at the sight. “Fucking shit, Tinkerbell. Look at you…s’all for me, huh?”

You nod, even if he can’t really see you. “Yes.”

“Just wanted to be good to me, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Wanted me to have a perfect present?”

You nod again and fight a shiver when you feel him run his finger over the tip. “Want you to have whatever you want.”

He makes another noise. “And you’re sure you could take it, baby? Sure you wouldn’t mind me playing with such a pretty little hole?”

“Please,” you breathe. “I can take it. I promise. Want to.”

He squeezes your hips. “And do you think you deserve it after disobeying me?”

“Yes…yes, please…please.”

“Hm. Maybe you do,” he admits. “Just this once. After being so sweet to me. Bet it’s killed you to have to be so nice, huh?”

You smile. “Kind of. You are the fucking worst.”

Another spank and you both make a desperate sound this time. He likes to watch the way your skin ripples beneath his hand. The way it reddens, the way it grows warm to the touch. And maybe you like it, too.

“We’ll start slow, yeah?” he says and gently begins to ease the toy out. “Just gonna give you my finger for now. Maybe next time we can do more—”

“Harry—”

His palm meets your ass again and you jump. “Tink, don’t argue with me. M’not gonna hurt you on my birthday. S’not fair very to me.”

Your eyes roll but you’re grinning. “Yeah, okay. But any other day you don’t mind?”

“Exactly.” 

“Mm.” You sneak a glance over your shoulder. “Harry?”

“Yeah, Princess?”

“…are we okay?”

The sneaky touches stop as he turns you a bit so he can see you clearly. “What? Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I don’t know. I mean…this doesn’t cross a line or anything?”

Instantly, he removes his hands from your body. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable—”

“No, not that,” you correct quickly. “I mean…I mean me inviting you here and doing all this for your birthday. I just…I know we have a rule about not getting too personal and this kind of breaks it, but—”

“Tink.” He holds you again but only to capture your attention and bring you to a stop. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“Because when I call, you come running?”

He smirks and smacks your thigh. “No. I’m here because I want to be here. We make our own rules. We decide what we’re comfortable with. Yeah, it’s a little more personal than it was before but that’s okay. Because I couldn’t very well fuck your ass in the office, now, could I?”

You laugh.

“We’re okay,” he assures you. “More than okay. Nothing is gonna change how much I hate you. I promise.”

And it’s the best thing you’ve ever heard.

So, you turn back around and allow his large hands to run up and down your body in appreciation. He soaks in every inch of your skin. Every curve and mark and scar. He truly holds you like a prize and when he finally kicks your feet apart and slips his finger up your cunt and toward your ass…you’re gone.

“Breathe,” he instructs, and you do. “And tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I will.”

With this assurance, he eases the tip of his finger in your tighter hole and it’s oddly more satisfying than you expected. Sure, the plug had somewhat prepared you but this…

“Shit,” you whisper and he stills. 

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s…I like it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s…it’s really good.”

You can’t see him but you can picture his smile. “Good. Keep breathing, yeah? And try to relax for me, baby. S’gonna hurt if you don’t.”

You exhale slowly and allow your muscles to unwind. Giving him room to push in a bit further while his other hand strokes your hip.

“Doing so good, Tink,” he says. “God, you really would take my cock, wouldn’t you? Look so fucking pretty, all stretched out and needy.”

The image and lewd way he speaks nearly makes your knees give out, but he keeps you upright.

“Bet it’d look so sweet…dripping with my cum,” he murmurs as he pumps his finger a bit faster. “Bet you’d let me cum anywhere I wanted, wouldn’t you? Let me fill this cute little belly with all my kids—”

“Shit,” you say again and he hums.

“You think about it, don’t you? Think about the way it’d feel. The way your body would look…holding me inside—"

“God…fuck, Harry—”

“S’what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? Wanna see your pretty tits get fuller, see your tummy filled with my babies—”

Your chin drops to your chest and you’re moments from slipping away. “Ha…Harry—”

“I know.” He’s fucking into you faster now, and even though it’s only one finger, it feels like ecstasy. A fullness you never imagined. “I know, baby. Maybe for my next birthday, yeah? Get you pregnant then.”

The reemergence of the breeding kink isn’t one you anticipated and yet, it leaves you enthralled. Even if you know you’ll likely never act on it.

But just when you’re beginning to settle into it, he’s suddenly retracting his hand and spinning you back around. You’re tugged onto the sofa, back first, without a moment of reprieve before he’s slotting himself between your thighs. And this time when his fingers find you…there’s four. 

Two in your pussy…and two in your ass.

You arch from the couch and he’s relentless. Swallowing your gasps with greedy kisses and letting the sounds of your arousal echo through the room like an orchestra. 

It’s beautiful and he’s beautiful. Even without his glasses, he’s the aggravatingly attractive man you’ve come to tolerate. And he’s so incredibly good at fucking into you like this. Abusing you and treating you all with the same hand. 

And when you cum, you cum twice as hard.

This is his real present. This look on your face. The feel of your body clenching around him and he enjoys every fucking second of it.

He lets you throw an arm around his shoulders and tug him into your embrace. He lets you hold him and indulge in him and keep him in you for as long as possible.

“Shit,” you say for a third time and he laughs into your neck.

“Anal’s fun, right?”

“Fuck. Yeah. Maybe you were right.”

“I’m always right.”

“…wrong.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“You aren’t gonna argue with me on my birthday, are you? Cause me and my cock will go right home and leave you here, wet and desperate.”

Your nose scrunches but you laugh and lightly push him away. “God, you’re annoying. I forgot for a second with that post-orgasm bliss but thank god you’re consistent.”

He grins. Smug. “If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Yeah…no.”

“Tink.”

“Daddy.”

The sadistic gleam returns. “Don’t test me, baby. I might have been nice, but I can think of plenty of other ways to have fun that won’t exactly be fun for you.”

And you want to test him, you do. 

But today is his day. So you decide that you might as well let him win…just this once.

“Fine,” you concede before offering him your most innocent pout. “Please, Daddy…will you fuck my ass?”

And the look on his face…makes it absolutely worth it.

“Turn around.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!! Thanks for always being so kind and such a beacon of hope and light for so many!!! 💞💞💞💞

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[loonylupinblack3]

Winner

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), slight dacryphilia

Summary: it's the 2024 Australian Grande Prix and you show your boyfriend just how proud of him you are

A/N: posting this in celebration of carlos' win! so proud of him <33

You went on your knees, staring at Carlos beneath your lashes. His face was hungry, eyes greedily drinking you up. 

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you whisper, hands creeping up his legs. “So fucking proud.”

Carlos groaned at the sight of you beneath him, hands trailing his legs, using your sweet words to fuck with his head.

When you started pulling his racing suit down he stopped you, staring at you with concern even amidst his high of winning the race. “Are you sure?”

You smirked at him. “Of course. You did so good, baby. I wanna show you how proud I am.”

And well, how could Carlos say no to that?

He let you take off his racing suit, cupping his hard cock teasingly through his boxers. He let out an unpleased grunt, hands itching to grab your hair but he restrained himself. For now.

You stopped your teasing, pulling down his boxers. The cold air on his cock made him shiver, not so much though as when you wrapped your hands around him, giving him a few pumps before looking up at him with a conspiratory smile. 

You licked his length before putting the tip in your mouth, your tongue swirling around as precum seeped into your mouth. Carlos groaned, his hands going to your hair and resting them there, eyes fluttering closed.

You sucked, still going no further than the tip, head tilted back to watch Carlos’ reaction, the man’s eyes squeezed shut, hand holding your hair in a vice grip but not pulling, restraining himself as much as possible.

“Cariño,” he warned, voice strained.

You grinned at him, moving your mouth an inch further but no more, hollowing your cheeks out. Carlos let out a frustrated groan, opening his eyes to glare at you, not at all pleased with your teasing.

“Y/n,” he hissed.

You grinned again, opening your mouth wider to say something but didn’t get the chance, Carlos’s grip on your hair tightening as he thrust his cock into your mouth. You gagged, partly out of surprise and partly from having your mouth stuffed but Carlos didn’t seemed to care, pulling his hips back before thrusting again, fucking your mouth.

He swore, pulling your hair, shoving his dick further down your throat. Tears pricked your eyes but you let him continue, sucking his cock as best you could. Carlos panted, tightening his grip on your hair.

“Such a good girl for me baby,” he moaned, snapping his hips. “Taking me like a good little fuck toy.”

You made a sound in the back of your throat, all you could manage with Carlos fucking your throat like a man starved, shoving your face forwards into his curls then pulling back, groaning at the feeling of your wet mouth around his cock.

“What? You like that? You like being treated as a slut?” Carlos grunted, using your hair to pull your head back, forcing you to look at him while he fucked your mouth. “You gonna be a good little slut for me Cariño?”

You moaned at his words, squeezing your thighs together as Carlos continued to abuse your mouth, using you for his own pleasure. You were gagging on his cock, tears spilling down your cheeks, ruining your mascara.

Carlos moaned at the sight, fucking your mouth harder. “Fuck, you’re such a good slut for me Cariño. Such a good fucking slut.”

You blinked up at him with those doe eyes of yours, eyes wet, lips plump, and that was the unravelling of Carlos. He let out a curse, your only warning as he spilled into your mouth, ropes of white cum spurting from his dick.

You swallowed it all dutifully, coughing slightly as Carlos finally pulled out of your mouth, pulling his boxers and racesuit back on.

“Come here Cariño,” he ordered, and you obliged, getting off your knees and letting your boyfriend wrap his arms around you, kissing you deeply. If he tasted himself on you he didn’t care, or maybe it turned him on even more. 

“You were so good baby,” he whispered. “So fucking good.”

You smiled at him. “You were so good. I’m proud of you.”

Carlos rested his forehead against your own. “Thank you.”

And as the Spanish driver went out to complete his interviews and smile for the camera, his glow came from more than just the race.

[msgexymunson]

"Uh, excuse me, I have a job for you."

*Eddie gestures to The Goods*

😏

God why do I have a full blown mental image. Oh and of course, smut ensues. 😅

Warnings: oral male receiving, allusions to fem oral, established relationship.

"Oh, and what am I supposed to do with that?" You ask, curling an eyebrow, but there's a hint of mischief behind your eyes.

"Well, you're not feeling great and you always say you feel better when you entertain for Eddie Jr and the Goblins-"

"The Goblins??" You giggle, hand forming over your mouth to hide your amusement.

"Yeah, the Goblins. Ugly, wrinkly, live in the underdark?" He shrugs with wide eyes, as if this is stated fact.

The laugh that expels from your chest can no longer be hidden, ringing out long and loud. To Eddie's absolute amazement and joy, you fall to your knees.

"So, Eddie Jr's been missing me? And his little Goblins need some attention too, huh?" Small fingers run up Eddie's fly, locating the zip to pull it down with exaggerated slowness.

Eddie's next words are stuttered at best.

"Y-yeah, I-I mean, o-of course, fuck... but th-they ain't little."

Chuckling as you shuffle his jeans and boxers midway down his toned thighs, your firm palms drag up his exposed skin, relishing in the shake that takes over his legs.

"Of course not. Big, manly goblins."

As if to accentuate your point, you roll one of his heavy balls inbetween your lips, tongue circling it wetly.

"O-oh holy- fuck, sweetheart!"

"I thought they were-"

"OK, OK, just- please-"

Smiling and palming his length, you lick his tip, gathering the small pearl of pre cum, the taste exploding on your tongue.

"Aah, yeah, take it princess."

Happy to oblige, you envelop the whole of him into your warm wet mouth, gagging slightly when it hits the back of your throat. Working the moistened shaft with one hand, you swallow around him, revelling in the feel of his throbbing length in your mouth. Its oddly conforting; a distraction to keep you mindful and grounded in the here and now. He feels warm and solid, pulsating with need so violently that it cries for you. A salty, coagulation of a tear; hitting your throat with the tang of requirement.

"Fuck, sweetheart, th-thats, oh fuck, you're so warm-"

Humming in response, you take him deep; as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him again and again, you roll his balls in your soft hands to coax him to completion.

You don't have long to wait.

"Sweetheart, oh holy hell I'm gonna- shiiit-"

Chuckling with him stuffed inside your mouth proves too much for Eddie. With a final shudder he explodes onto your waiting tongue, flooding each sense with his release.

You suck, and suck, until he blindly yanks you off of him with tears springing to the corners of his eyes.

"Job well done?" You ask cockily, the smug grin smeared all over. Until, he speaks.

"Yes. Now, its your turn. Lie back."

Oh shit.

[mustainegf]

hi!! i love ur works !! ur prob my favorite blogger on here :) i was wondering if you could write realllyyy dirty smut with kirk ? maybe like a daddy kink with a lot of degrading ?

Tbh I think kirk is totally either a Switch or bottom, but I like writing him rough ;)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ¹⁹⁹⁹

I'm lying naked on the bed, my body beading with sweat as Kirk Hammett towers over me. His gaze is riveted on my pussy, and in his eyes, I can see the hunger. "You little girl, you are such a bad girl," he growls in a low, husky voice.

I arch my back, and Kirk latches onto one of my nipples, sucking it hard. I moan as he nibbles and teases my sensitive skin. "Kirk, please," I whimper, hardly loud enough to hear over the pounding in my ears.

His eyes glint with devilry as he smirks. "Not yet, sweetheart." He releases my nipple, working his way down my body with his finger until it rests between my legs. I'm already wet, and he doesn't hesitate, pushing two fingers inside me.

"Fuck…" I moan, rolling my eyes back as he thrusts his fingers inside me. Kirk pumps deep within his fingers.

The friction builds until I’m cumming around his slender and skilled fingers. "You like that? You want more?" He teases, knowing exactly the buttons to press.

I nod, unable to form words. My body is in flames, craving more of him. Kirk pulls out his fingers and leaves me so empty. "Oh no, you don't get off that easy," he says, his face spreading into a wicked grin.

He crawls up my body, not breaking eye contact with mine. He situates himself between my legs, and I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. "Are you ready for daddy?" he asks, his voice husky with lust.

I nod, unable to speak as he pushes inside me. I am filled to the brink, stretched to my limits. I gasp when he reaches the bottom, and Kirk bends to kiss me lightly on the lips.

"Daddy…" I whisper, my voice shaking. "Harder."

He chuckles, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "You want it rough, baby?" He asks, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

I nod, and he slams into me, his cock pounds at my cervix. I cry out, the pleasure and pain threshold hitting me like a train.

Kirk grunts, his body slick with sweat as he thrusts deeper and harder.

"Fuck," I whine, the fingernails digging into his tan arms. "Deeper."

He obliges, driving himself inside me mercilessly. His curses are under his breath, words punctured by our heavy breathing. "You're so fucking… tight," he growls out, his voice quite hoarse.

My eyes roll back as he hits that sweet spot deep within me. "Oh god, daddy," I whine, trembling with pleasure. "Daddy… I'm gonna cum."

Kirk bends down, his lips brushing my ear. "Not yet, sweetheart." His thrusts come harder, his cock pounding inside me. My eyes widen at the repeated blows to that perfect spot.

The room echoes with my pleading cries and the sound of our bodies slapping together in some mad rhythm.

Kirk digs his fingers into my hips, yanking me closer to him as he buries himself deeper inside me.

"You're such a dirty little girl," he growls, low and husky. "You want to be fucked hard and dirty, don't you, slut?"

I nod, unable to speak as he continues to thrust into me. Kirk grabs my hair, pulling my head back roughly. "Say it," he demands.

"I'm a dirty little slut, daddy," I whimper, my voice muffled against the pillow.

Kirk smiles, his eyes blazing with intensity. "That's right, sweetheart." A final push and I felt another burst of pleasure explode within me once more.

After feeling the rise of my orgasm dissipate, Kirk pulled out of me, he was still hard, yet to cum. His hand began stroking himself to a hard pace lazily, though his eyes never left mine. "You're so goddamn beautiful when you cum," he said in an admiringly husky voice.

I blush, exposed but insanely thrilled. Kirk climbs off the bed, pulling me up to stand before him. "Turn around," he commands, and I do so without hesitation.

He moves behind me, his cock nudging against my entrance again. "You're still wet for me," he says, a statement rather than a question as he nips at my shoulder.

I nod, my pussy clenching with anticipation as Kirk slips back into me, filling me to the core. His hands grasped mine, pulling me back onto him as he begins fucking me again.

"Harder," I whimper, my voice muffled against the pillow.

Kirk complies with no issue, driving himself deeper with each stroke. I cry out again, my body trembling, as he hits that spot once more. "Oh god, daddy," I whine, shaking uncontrollably at this point in my body.

"Not yet," he growls, his voice barely recognizable over his own heavy breathing. He thrusts one last time, and I feel another orgasm detonate within me.

This time, as I come down from my high, I feel Kirk's warm cum spilling onto the sheets beneath us with that loud groan he always made whenever he came. We collapse into each other, our bodies slick with sweat and each others slick fluids.

Kirk pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me tight. "You're mine," he says, his voice low, possessive.

I nod, my body shivering. I am his, and he is mine. we are bound by our desires, our lusts, our love.

[hitomisuzuya]

HI OMG OMG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!! HOW R U? I HOPE YOU'RE GOOD!

>sub! Wanderer x dom! fem Reader

Little whiney Wanderer is desperate for reader to fuck him stupid bc Reader keeps teasing him

Can u include biting and marking his thighs and neck?? I bet his pretty thighs are the softest thing that exists x3

<333

Wanderer x fem!reader. Subby, whiny Wanderer. Smut. Biting and marking.

a/n: I'll bet they are😳😳 Sorry this took a bit to get to dear❤️

Wanderer couldn't believe how shameless he sounded. His cheeks were flushed from embarrassment, but he couldn't help it. The feeling of your teeth grinding and sucking on his neck just felt too fucking good.

He normally liked to be the one who was in control, making you whine and beg underneath him to fuck you senseless.

Color him impressed that you'd reduced him to such a state.

His hand was on the back of your head, pressing your mouth against his neck, bucking his hips up to rut into you. It was driving him insane how you barely grinded back into him, making his leaking cock twitch with need.

Trembling hands picked your head up from his neck, guiding it closer to his throat. "Bite there, please," He breathed in a shaky sigh of pleasure.

You laughed softly into his neck, all too happy to oblige him. You sank your teeth right next to his throat. Wanderer clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his loud moan. "Am I making you feel good, my sweet Wanderer?" You cooed, licking at the blossoming bruise on his neck before sucking on it again.

"Yes, fucking hell, yes you are," He groaned. The skin next to his throat was the most sensitive place on his neck. It blew his mind how easily he could let someone mark such a vulnerable place, but with you, it was different.

And he couldn't get enough of it.

Wanderer shivered when he felt your saliva running down his neck. That, coupled with the wet sucking noises your mouth was making made it much that much erotic to him.

"No, please don't stop," He whined, pushing your head back down onto his neck when you pulled away.

You sat up, grinding your slickened cunt against his cock. "Be a good boy," You said, flicking him in the forehead, something he would've considered a mocking gesture from anyone else. But coming from it, it was incredibly sexy. "And let me mark your thighs next."

His cock only throbbed stronger as you licked and bit your way down his body. His body arched off the bed when you glided your tongue teasingly along his inner thigh. Your teeth bit indiscriminately on his thigh, taking your time in sucking bruises to form.

Wanderer's hands scrambled to reach for you. "I want, no, I need to fuck you. I can, fuck-ah-can barely stand it," He pleaded desperately, crying out when you bit down hard on his thigh again.

You smacked his hands away. "Nope, not until I am done marking your thighs, dear," She said in a sweet voice, smirking up at him. "Do continue to show me how much your enjoying yourself, you just sound cute."

Wanderer gripped the sheets tight with frustration. He wanted nothing more than sink his cock up inside your warm walls, and have you ride him. Fucking him into oblivion until you had milked his cock for all it was worth.

He almost lost it when you pulled your mouth off of his thigh to swirl your tongue on the head of his cock, sucking more precum to leak from it. "Fuck, I am gonna cum," He groaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

You smacked his hands away again when he tried to push your mouth down onto his cock. "Silly Wanderer," You taunted, making him groan as you squeezed your hand around his cock. "I was going to put you out of your misery. But for that, your cock is going to stay untouched until I have finished biting your other thigh."

[lyricalt]

[tf2 mini fic] no bark

(Sniper/Spy, PG)

bonus scene for all bite. i feel insane for this.

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The second time Sniper wears the collar, they get used to it.

Spy sits at Sniper’s small dining set up in the camper van—though sitting might be a generous term with Sniper invading his space, almost in his lap. One end of the leash hangs around Spy’s wrist, dangling loose. The other hand is at Sniper’s neck, fondling the collar and scratching at the skin under. Spy trails his fingers upward to Sniper’s cheek, pressing his mouth along Sniper’s jaw, murmuring in French.

“What a good dog I have. So cute.”

Sniper huffs. “If you’re gonna tell me what a good boy I am, I’d like to hear it in English.”

“So cute,” Spy repeats in English. He gives more kisses that Sniper leans into. “Adorable. Smarter than he lets on.”

Sniper smiles, wry, and Spy cant help but put his fingers along that slanted mouth. He’s quite lucky Sniper enjoys it too. When he presses his thumb at Sniper’s lips, Sniper gives it a gentle nip.

“Takes treats gently,” Spy adds, wishing he could’ve given Sniper a smoke. “Eager to please.”

Sniper looks like he wants argue that particular point. It’s a bit of a stretch. He proves it by turning that playful nip into a bite over Spy’s hand. He crowds Spy into the wall, the dining seat barely fitting them both.

“Mostly obedient,” Spy grudgingly admits, though he isn’t too unhappy about it. He wrenches his hand free, the imprints of Sniper's teeth stark against his skin.

Sniper must really like to hear him talk, deep down. His worst kept secret. He kisses Spy everywhere but the mouth. So Spy keeps talking. 

“A little dirty,” Spy notes, as Sniper bites and sucks at the base of his shoulder.  He firmly pats Sniper’s ass, the dust coming off his jeans in comical clouds of dirt. Sniper had been out trawling the grounds earlier, checking the perimeter of the base. Possibly rolling in a garden bed or two.

“Stinks a bit.” But the sweat isn’t anything new. Spy sighs, not bothering to give a pretend sniff. He knows the odor of someone who hasn’t showered in a day or so and wears no cologne. Other than what’s rubbed off from Spy. "Stinks a lot, actually."

Sniper stops necking him. “Hey.”

“Not housebroken, sadly,” Spy continues, smirking. “But what can you do with an outdoor stray.”

“Reckon you can go back to speaking French now.”

Spy obliges, not missing a beat. “Doesn’t know how much I want to keep him anyway.”

They stare at each other. It only lasts for a second. Sniper turns a brilliant shade of red. Snorting, Spy pats Sniper’s overly warm cheek, though he fears he might also have a flush peeking through the mask. Could be from anything, really. He tugs the leash, collar correcting Sniper’s attention. 

Sniper gladly buries his face into Spy’s neck again, likely thankful Spy isn’t going to see how his face continues to burn. He chooses not to respond. Smart. Spy would have accused him of mistranslating. 

But in the end, there’s very little to translate when Spy unclasps the collar, putting it aside for another time, and Sniper grins and falls back into his arms.

[curtisberzattos]

wut do u think darrys personality was actually like before the accident? do u think it was still kind of soc-y even though i guess he had graduated already? my hc is tht he was always a little bit separated emotionally from his brothers but not as extensive as it becomes after he becomes their guardian.

IIIIII think that he was, obviously, a much happier person before the Events. he worked very hard and was very determined, but kept the mindset of “everything happens for a reason”. couldn't pay for college immediately? that sucks but the universe must want me to work for a while and be able to pay for it myself! not like naively optimistic but a lot more go with the flow and believing that hard work will pay off naturally. after the accident that changes to “life is unfair and random and you have to work hard to overcome it and take what you want by the throat”.

he may come Off a bit soc-y in the sense that he is just generally more outwardly cold and sarcastic, sometimes a little know it all-ish-- but not mean like dally. i don't think it's too bad and most of those traits he had Before befriending the socs. darry has always kinda been a black sheep with the greasers so him not acting a lot like them has never been abnormal.

as for him and his brothers, i am a sucker for him being such a good older brother when they're younger. it's probably more apparent with soda because they're closer in age, but he subtly doted on them both a lot. i mean they're siblings so they're gonna argue and mess with each other, but i think he was always very protective and patient and attentive to them. soda and pony always have the understanding of “if you don't want to call mom or dad, call darry” when they're in trouble 😭. imo that makes how cold he gets after the accident hurt a little more. he's obviously still reliable and protective, but the patience is gone and it all feels more out of obligation than adoration.

[joels-darlin]

The Hardest Part

Pairings: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, brief mention of alcohol - I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed any!

Summary: Preparations ahead of Pedro leaving to go filming in Europe for a month. (Wow I really suck at summaries)

Word count: 944

Author Note: Just a small Pedro drabble that I knocked up earlier today. Was debating not posting this but I feel it needs to be put out there. Pls any feedback is really appreciated, hope you all enjoy <3

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“So...you’ve got enough socks and underwear in there for the month...I threw in some extra just incase ...” you chuckled to yourself rearranging the piles inside the suitcase “...and all your gym stuff is in there as well along with some swim gear” Got to be prepared for every scenario I guess. Looking up across the room you laid eyes on Pedro who stood staring out of the bedroom window, hands in his pockets obviously not hearing a word you had said. 

He was going to Europe for a month filming for an exciting new project. His career was absolutely skyrocketing right now and you were so proud of him, beaming when he told you he got the job 6 months ago.The fact was though It never got any easier. The thought of him leaving broke you with no idea how you were going to cope. The past few days you had spent enjoying each other's company, making sure to keep a smile on your face for his sake. All the tears saved for when you were alone in a bubble bath with a bottle of wine. For him It had always been the hardest part of the job. As thrilled as he was that you were along on this career journey with him there was always the nagging guilt inside, did you deserve a partner who can be around more often instead of him. You never once complained, always taking it in your stride and he was thankful for that.

Making the short walk across the room softly placing a hand on his arm, capturing his attention with a soft “Hey…” forcing him to look up “Im sorry…” he said in a soft tone, those brown eyes locking with yours tears brimming in his lash line “I just…I’m going to miss you so much mi amor” sadness evident in his tone. “Baby” you cooed wrapping your arm around his back and pulling him into an embrace “...I’ll miss you too so much but it’s an exciting opportunity and you need to focus” lifting your hand to his cheek to caress it with your thumb, he knew you were right as always “...enjoy every moment you will be back before you know it” you flashed him a smile, he smiled back only slightly.

“Come here” he said softly, taking your hands and leading you towards the bed. You both lay down - your head on his chest, legs entangled. Grabbing his hand you intertwined your fingers and placed a soft kiss on the back. “See...who am I gonna cuddle when I feel crap since you won’t be there” he said. “Oh I’m sure your co-workers won’t mind” you looked up to him grinning, he chuckled. You watched intently as his eyes landed on your lips, he lent forward connecting them kissing you passionately, enjoying basking in your presence just for a moment. “I love you querida” he whispered, his mind drifting for a brief second to the black box already sitting in the drawer next to your bed - making a note to start plans when he was back from Europe. 

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked his eyes searching yours for a response. “I’ll be fine, don't you worry about me…no doubt work will keep me busy” you replied smiling at him. The words sounded convincing though deep down you could feel the sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. Moving out of his arms to roll off the bed “Come on let’s finish this packing” you said, he obliged getting up from the warm bed and sitting next to the suitcase.

The car pulled up out front grabbing both yours and Pedro’s attention, It was that time. “Okay...so you have everything? erm…suitcase? iPad?” Nervously rattling a few things off the list in your head. He nodded in response, placing all his bags down near the front door. Pedro turned round reaching out towards you for a goodbye hug throwing your body into his warm frame, the tears threatening to fall any minute. You had to be strong. “Have fun...no injuries please and FaceTime, text or call whenever you can...” you said holding him tightly “...oh and-“ you were cut off by his lips smashing against yours kissing you passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. He moved back leaning his forehead against yours “I love you...so much” he whispered against your lips before placing a light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “As I love you P” you replied sighing heavily “...now go on the car is here” you chuckled untangling your bodies. Picking up his bags he walked out to the car, you stood in the doorway just watching, giving you a quick wave and smile before getting in. Watching as he disappeared down the road and suddenly was gone.

Closing the door behind you leant against it, breathing heavily. Unsure as to why you were finding it so hard this time, Pedro was often away multiple times throughout the year due to so many amazing projects. The phone buzzing in your pocket caught your attention, you took one look at the screen and broke down. 

P❤️ iMessage

You swiped the screen opening the conversation.

Missing you already cariño xx you smiled through your tears typing a reply.

Miss you too P, Please let me know as soon as you have landed xx

Locking the phone you placed it back in your pocket. Drying your eyes off with your sleeves you head into the kitchen to distract yourself. Boy this was going to be a long month.

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 23

Howdy y'all!

If you're new here this is every new (to me) fic I read this week and some of my silly lil thoughts about them.

I did some catching up on series this week and also did some writing so I've only got 12 fics for you this week! I read a lot of dark shit this week, but that's October for ya. There's still some sweetness in here somewhere if you aren't into dark stuff and I've made sure to mark everything appropriately (I think).

As always you can find all my previous fic recs here.

Recs below the Pedros!

Apple - a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark

You are married to Santi and you have a CNC kink he very happily obliges. You set up a thing where Santi, Will, and Frankie pretend to be home invaders and they gangbang you. Stuff goes a lil sideways and it ends up being NC/DC. This was wonderfully unsettling. I love how there's this strand of believability that they don't intentionally overstep her boundaries. It's dark and scary and feels very real.

sam and diane, eat your heart out a Marcus Pike one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You've been working with Marcus for a while and finally wrapped up the case you were on. You've almost given up ever getting what you want with him when finally!! You both admit your feelings for each other. Cue steamy office make out sesh with thigh riding. I loved the will they won't they shit in the beginning. The frustration makes the pay off so good.

i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' - a Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You show up at the doorstep of your long time but estranged family friend Dieter Bravo, soaking wet and with nowhere else to go. You've known him so long you call him Uncle Dee, no I'm not kidding. I almost didn't click on this bc like UNCLE?? But he's not really your uncle and I cannot express enough how fucking hot this was. Like Dieter is just so fucking good this OH MY GOD. If you love Dieter, read this. You'll love it.

Recovery Road - a Dieter series by @chronically-ghosted

Dieter finally gets his shit together, he's clean and married and working on a new project. His costar (you) is a cunt fr. You're on drugs, you're a brat, and you're a mess. And Dieter can't stay away from you. When his wife gets fed up with him and humiliates him in public, you're there to catch him... and ruin his sobriety, his marriage, and maybe everything else. I have a couple chapters left of this but OH MY GOD. I was so MAD at Dieter, but also so sad for him. Don't take that as me saying I didn't love this because I did. I do. It's so beautifully written. The pain and angst and desperation and everything is so powerful, this hurts to read. And the smut? Mind altering actually.

a revolting development - a Joel series by @chloeangelic

Your new step dad is really hot... and that's gonna be a problem. I've been reading so many step dad fics lately (not just Joel!) and I'm so into it and what is wrong with me?

The Rogue Who Coaxed You - a Joel series by @atticrissfinch

You're Joel's secretary and you suck him off while he fields a phone call from his wife! We love an infidelity fic round these parts, we really do. Reader is filthy, Joel is mean, there's a lot of degradation, the works. I'm so obsessed with this dynamic I can't wait to read more.

When the Gallow-Grass Gives - a Silva one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Silva rescues you (m!reader) from the gallows, walks you home by the rope you were supposed to hang by, and then tells you that you remind him of someone he used to know. I love a good gay cowboy fic and this is a GREAT one. The historically accurate lube made me cackle. This was so well written and so HOT and managed to maintain that wistful sadness Silva seems to have hanging like a cloud around him.

Desires and Complications - a Marcus Pike/Dave York series by @ezrasbirdie

Sweet little Marcus Pike wants to please you better in bed so he calls up your ex, Dave York, to show him how to be a dom. It goes a little differently than any of you imagined when Marcus turns submissive for Dave. This fic is so hot. I read up through "plead" and it looks like maybe there's some throuple dynamics forming!!! I'm so excited to finish this AHHHGHGHG

Ripping Sunrise - a frankie one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You accidentally take an edible and Frankie takes care of your high ass. And then once the high wears off he really takes care of you... This is so sweet and hot, I love it so much.

I Might Kill My Ex - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel leaves you for Tess and that... well that's just unacceptable. We got dark!reader, asshole!Joel, murder, dub con for Joel, the works. This fic is so good. It's dark and gives you a fascinating look into reader's crumbling psyche. I love the ending so much also

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I wrote Ouroboros and Eat You Whole. Dave York x f!reader fics set in the same universe, canon divergent but some canon stuff still happens in the background. Love as consumption/Love as violence type thing. Basically you and Dave are two touch starved, miserable people with nothing left in this world and you have crazy sex about it. There’s some softness in there too.

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Here's some series I've been reading (not a comprehensive list): Hot and Heavy (Joel), Muddy Waters (Joel/Ez), Stepdad!Joel, Exile (Javi P), New York or Nowhere (Joel), Feral Woman (Joel), Yearling (Joel), a lover's pinch (joel), the world tipped on it's side (Frankie), and Pretend Alleyways (Marcus/Dieter)

(In order: @tieronecrush @bonezone44 @toxicanonymity @jksprincess10 @beskarandblasters @gasolinerainbowpuddles @justagalwhowrites @hier--soir @idolatrybarbie @radiowallet)

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Happy Reading!

[icyharrington]

81. For Eddie and 82. For Steve

ILY HEHE

81- "is this okay?"

(im gonna do your other one separately :3 ily hehe) ok i kinda struggled with this one but i was able to write something! it kinda sucks idk but im just tryna get some practice lol. 

anywaysss contains: dirty talk, foreplay, insecure yet dom eddie?? 

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"Is this okay?"

Eddie's overthinking again, just like he always does; he asks you this as his hands move to cup and squeeze your breasts, lips ghosting your throat as the words pass his lips. It's probably the fifth time he's asked you this tonight, and you're unable to hold back an eye roll.

You're in the back of his van, laid out amidst scattered musical equipment and fast food wrappers, the front of your button-down undone to reveal the curves of your heaving chest. You've been playing this game with Eddie for a few weeks now, but he's still so damn insecure.

"Yes, Eddie, it's okay," you sigh, petting his head as he begins forming a hickey at the base of your neck. "You don't need to keep asking me."

"Okay. Sorry. I'm just, like, convinced that you're gonna look at me one day mid-fuck and realize that I'm repulsive," he mumbles, eagerly pulling down the cups of your lace bra, swirling over your peaked nipples with the tip of his tongue. He’s always like this when you have sex- a bona fide sex fiend who makes you cum so hard you forget your name, but also a shy, needy psuedo-virgin who desperately seeks your approval. 

“I’m starting to think you’re fishing for compliments,” you tease, moaning softly at the luxurious feeling of his hot mouth on your skin. “You’ve gotta know by now that I’m dick whipped.”

You feel his lips curl upwards against your chest, and he lifts his head to direct his massive eyes towards you. “I am pretty good at fucking, aren’t I?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You grab him loosely by his dark hair, guiding him up so you can kiss him, steamy and open-mouthed. He groans, and you can feel his erection pressing against you through the denim of his pants. 

He breaks apart from the embrace to pant, “so the only thing stopping you from being deterred by my freakish nature is the fact that I have a nice dick?”

“No, Eddie.” You can tell that he’s not being serious from the way he continues to feel his way around your body with little discretion, almost perverted in the way that he gropes and examines your figure. “It’s that mouth.”

He pauses to smirk, quirking a brow at you. “My mouth, huh?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, gripping the back of his neck as you gaze up with wide, sweet eyes. “Not so much when you’re talking, though.”

“Fuckin’ brat.” He shakes his head as his fingertips hook into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your thighs. “I guess that’s your way of telling me to shut up and eat your pussy, huh?” 

You shrug. “More or less.” 

“That is enough outta you, (y/n). Why don’t you just lie back and take your panties off for me then, hm?”

You bite your lip and oblige. 

[starseneyes]

Spock / Nurse Christine Chapel - Star Trek: Strange New Worlds S2 Eps 8 & 9

So, I was gonna wait until the Finale to do another Meta, but then I saw all the Chapel hate coming out after 9, and I felt the need to insert my (uneducated) opinion.

SPOILER ALERT: Spoilers are like garlic for me. If the recipe calls for a clove, I'm adding a head. So, if you dare eat this Spanish/Ukrainian princesa's babaganoush, then this spoiler-filled Meta is for you!

Everyone clear on how this thing works? Brilliant. Let's dive in with kleenex in hand.

"Under the Cloak of War" AKA "You Had To Be There"

"The ally ambassador must have many interesting insights on delicate matters of diplomacy." ... "Christine." "What? Oh, you're doing the word game. Um, I'm sorry. I don't really have one right now."

The staging of this is so haunting and beautiful. Spock has his back to the situation, because he was never really apart of it. Spock didn't see the ravages of the Klingon War up close.

Christine faces it head-on, refusing to look away when it might be healthier for her. She shouldn't even be here. But the Veterans are forcing themselves to put on a good face for the sake of Starfleet.

And, ugh, that kills me inside. M'Benga writes it off, saying he's survived worse than polite conversation. True. But that doesn't make any of this right.

Spock is worried about his not-girlfriend, but he has no idea how to help her. He can't understand what she's been through, but she won't/can't help him understand.

And, please don't misread this as a criticism of Christine. She is under no obligation to help Spock understand. But he cannot understand it, and from his perspective, he's trying to. He never will.

"You are under duress."

Spock shifts from standing in front of her to standing alongside her. I love that choice. I don't know if it was writing, acting, directing, or something else. But it shows the shift in him turning that blind eye (intentionally or not) to standing with her.

Also, gosh, he knows her. He's observant of her. He's paying attention.

He wordlessly looks down to the glass in her hand.

"Quite understandable. I do not know much about your service in the war, but... I am available if you ever feel the need to share." "Yeah, I don't, so let's just change the subject, yeah?"

Her duress increased. The exact opposite of what Spock hoped to achieve in telling her that he was there for her.

"I just wish he would shut up for one second about all this amazing peace he's achieved." "I can help with that."

There's vulnerability in her eyes as she looks over to him, because she really doesn't want to close herself off to him.

She doesn't want to deal with all that she lost during the War. And, in a small part, what she's going to lose shortly based on Boimler's words.

Spock strides over to the Ambassador, inspired by Christine's previous words, "let's just change the subject" and he puts it into practice. As conversation shifts, he looks to her.

"Did I do right?" his eyes ask. Because all he wants is to help her. She offers him a small nod and smile in return. Yes, in a small way, this is actually helping.

"Okay, I'm gonna go see if she needs anything."

It sucks that their first time sitting alongside one another at a dinner now that they're dating is one... like this.

There's nothing to report here on them besides the fact that Christine takes the out to leave and check on Erica while Spock sits in his chair stewing over what he could have done differently to help.

Spock earnestly wants to help. He doesn't know how. And Christine doesn't know how to tell him what will help because nothing will help.

"I want to apologize for my part in last night's dinner." "You don't need to apologize. None of this is about you. You just see me going through something and our closeness makes you feel responsible."

Spock is still looking for some way to help her. But Christine is still living in moments long since passed. And he can't get there because he's never been there.

But, she's right. Their "closeness" factors into him wanting to help. We know from the future that Spock cares deeply about the people he holds closest and would do anything for them.

"You're not." "I understand." *Spock looks around to see no one there* "That is not true."

Spock steps into the corner and Christine leans against the wall. They both relax into their positions almost effortlessly, but they aren't alongside one another anymore. They aren't facing anymore. They're separated with feet planted almost perpendicular.

This is where their paths diverge. No longer towards one another. No longer alongside. This subtle blocking choice shows us we're at the beginning of the end.

"I am having difficulty watching you experience such obvious distress. I want to help."

I love the clear communication on his end. Truly! Spock is laying it all out for Christine.

"But it would appear all that I am doing is making it worse." "War, it doesn't leave you. It can, it can bury itself, but it's-it's always there."

And she's trying to give him insight. But how can she truly explain? She can't.

"I researched J'Gal. It was a forward operating base. The data suggests the loss of life was disproportionate-" "J'Gal is not a statistic, Spock. J'Gal is what it is. War, it makes sense if you've been there, but it will never make sense."

That last line. Wow. I have nothing to add.

"Like I've been trying to tell you, I just need some personal time."

Like you've been trying to... huh? She's not even looking him in the eye while she says this. Because she's taking this opportunity to take that "closeness" that makes him feel responsible for her and push it away.

Maybe she's been trying to say this, but not saying this. We know Christine's not the best at communicating what she wants in a relationship.

And we know that right now he is making it tougher on her. Even he realizes it. But what he doesn't know is that in giving her this space, now, he'll never regain back what he thought they had.

"I understand. You require personal time away from me."

And he'll give it to her. He'd do anything for her. For goodness sake, he almost started a war for her when he was still in a fully-committed engagement. Of course he'll give her space if that's what she needs.

He only hopes she'll close the gap when she's ready. But poor, sweet, Vulcan/Human boy... you aren't ready.

"Subspace Rhapsody" AKA "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart"

"Oh, I have to talk to Spock."

But. She. Doesn't. Christine doesn't like truth-filled conversations with the people she's dating. We know that this is a core flaw in her attempts at relationship—she has no idea how to effectively communicate with a romantic partner.

She's not going to talk to him... and instead he's going to stew (and eventually make his own stupid decision) because they're not communicating at all.

I feel like Christine was one of the best at communicating with Spock pre-romance. They built this really beautiful friendship. And even as they were in the early stages of their dating relationship, that connection still seemed strong.

But J'Gal tested them in a way neither predicted. And that would have happened whether or not Boimler dropped the future truth bomb.

Christine has a lot of PTSD that is unprocessed. And Spock lacks that understanding because he has never shared those experiences. I've seen relationships implode more than once when one partner had PTSD. It's brutal.

And enter this huge opportunity for Christine. She once told Spock that relationships are about mutual sacrifice, that one puts the relationship above work. But that's not how either Christine or Spock operate.

In a parallel universe, they could discuss this openly and honestly with one another. But this Spock and Christine have communication issues that they'll sadly never resolve (at least so far as we know canon).

"Unfortunately, we have had another communication failure."

Dana Horgan & Bill Wolkoff (the screenwriters of this episode), I love you. To have that line as the verbal cue to switch scenes was so bloody perfect, especially considering the state of the Spapel relationship. These two are definitely experiencing a communication failure.

"Is that transmission regarding Nurse Chapel's recent fellowship application? Was the news... favorable?"

Oh, dear, how long has he been giving her "personal time" that he's asking Uhura for updates?

"I don't look at personal correspondence." "Of course, that would be unethical."

And, look, he's not trying to spy. But he does want to know. And he wishes Christine would be the one to tell him. Our poor boy has been doing everything he can to help her—including giving her space.

But while he's been wishing to be close to her, again, she's been widening the gap.

"You and Nurse Chapel have become close, haven't you?"

Okay, so the whole crew isn't aware that these two are shacking up. But, we've seen Uhura be hyper-vigilante about the connection between Spock and Christine since Season 1. She was the first person to call it out.

And Spock really isn't sure what to say. In his mind, they are still an item, even if they aren't a "couple", right?

"I suppose it would be accurate to say that we are more than colleagues." "There's that classic Vulcan romance I've heard about."

She means it in a ribbing way, but it hurts. Uhura notices, and makes the adjustment, like any good communications officer would.

"Why don't you ask her about it?" "Of late, our communication has faced challenges."

Gosh, he needs this. In the absence of Christine, he needs someone he can talk to. Someone who can see the whole of him and truly listen. To make Uhura that foil considering the TOS-era friendship they seem to have makes total sense.

Spock Presses the Issue

It feels like Uhura and Spock both thought he'd be the one to sing when this was pressed. Was it a stupid move? Gosh, yes. But if characters didn't make mistakes, we'd scream and wail about their plasticity and lack of organic truth. They have to be flawed to be well-rounded.

But, Spock's mistake leads to one of the most energetic songs of the episode, and a lot of unspoken truths.

"Christine. Logic would dictate you are toasting good news regarding your fellowship. So, allow me to offer congratulations." "Thank you, Spock." "I am curious why you chose not to inform me. Was it an oversight? Or was it intentional?" "Can we, um, can we talk about this later?" "I am just curious."

Again, Spock pressing this in front of everyone was asinine. I'm not glossing over that. But her hiding it from him was stupid, too. They are both in the wrong in how they handled this situation.

But I truly believe Uhura though Spock would be the one to sing. They were trying to incite a song, and she could already tell he was o the verge of emotional when it came to Christine and this fellowship.

But, Christine busts out with absolute glee. And she deserves to be gleeful. A partner should never be her whole life.

And I truly believe she never would have told Spock in front of the entire bar under any other circumstances. We already set it up with La'an warning Pike and then Pike and Batel exposing themselves in front of everyone.

To borrow the phrase from Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist, these are "heart songs". These are things that dwell in the deepest part of selves that would never come out under normal circumstances.

Pike would still be lying to Batel. La'an wouldn't have run off to hide in her quarters because she was belting truths. And Christine would have dealt with Spock in her own time... even if that was still a bad choice.

The song forced Christine to share this truth.

And, gosh, there are so many lyrics in here that show Christine's state of mind. The validation. The freedom. The future that she already knows she doesn't share with Spock.

Christine has applied to something that only a handful of people get into every year, and this isn't a 2-month trip that she'd return from. This could be the start of an entirely new path for her. She may never come back to Enterprise.

And, from his perspective, I see how cold-hearted it seemed. But I do not begrudge her going after her dreams. I simply abhor that she cut Spock out entirely prior to this big musical number.

But... our characters have to make mistakes. Otherwise, we'd be watching "the perfect people" do nothing every week.

"If I need to leave you, I won't fight it. I'm ready."

She speaks the line the last time... "I'm ready." It's spoken outside of the song. She means it. And it crushes him.

He turns over that left shoulder... but away from her, this time. He's spent the entire song standing still while the world around him moved, while she moved the world with her words. And now he feels out of place in a realm where she thrives.

Her spark is ignited, while his flame painfully claws at the last threads of wick before dying.

Uhura and Chapel are the only ones who watch Spock go—who understand what really happened there. We don't see Christine's reaction, but we see Erica smiling up at her.

Christine meant it. She's ready to move on. But it does kill me that she doesn't try to go after him, to seek him out, to make sure he's okay.

Again, our characters have to make mistakes. They have to screw it up. And in how she handles breakups, Christine consistently screws up. It would be out-of-character for her to handle this one well.

Again, I don't blame her for breaking up with him via song. He pushed her to sing by pushing the issue. But her actions before and after are entirely her own just as much as his to push was his. They're both idiots.

"I didn't expect Christine to be so definitive about ending our arrangement."

He doesn't even refer to it as a relationship. But, since he's opened up to Uhura at the start of the episode about them being "more than colleagues", he feels freer to speak.

He also feels exposed.

"Relationships can be difficult, Spock, and you're Vulcan" "But I am also human."

Oh, my sweet boy. You finally got there. You finally learned to embrace both sides of yourself only to experience your first true heartbreak.

And now you'll endeavor to do what so many other humans have done before you—shut out the pain.

"I feel things differently. Bigger. I see her logic and, yet, I am hurt."

Gosh, the pain. Listen to his emphasis on "hurt". This is where Ethan Peck's vocal inflection and range really sing (pardon the pun).

Uhura has never seen this level of emotion from Spock. But they are becoming friends, which is welcome and needed for both their stories. And he's opening up in a way he won't, again, for a very long time, I suspect.

"I am left behind."

I hate to say it, but I imagine this is how T'Pring felt when he took off on their engagement night. There was always something Spock seemed to be choosing over her.

The difference is that Spock thought he and T'Pring's relationship could weather all his other duties. With Christine, that isn't even a possibility she's willing to entertain.

She's done. It's over. And he's hurt.

The Music Swells

Spock and Uhura lock eyes. They both know a song is coming on, but I love how he doesn't run away, and she stays there with him.

If anyone knows what it is to be alone, it's Uhura. She's the one who pressed him to press Christine, so she's not leaving his side, now.

And it's Christine's Song. It's their song. Oh, gosh, this hurts. I didn't call it right on them sharing a song in terms of a duet, but in this melody, they share the two sides of the same song—one elated, one defeated.

Though, Spock's in the minor key where Christine was in the major. So, even though the melody and rhythm are matching, the songs aren't quite the same, even in construction. Damn, this is masterful.

My husband, who started playing piano at age 5 and studied for 21 years, said they gave Spock and Chapel the "Les Mis" treatment, and I about died laughing. He's not wrong.

"This news really changes everything-"

Starting the same way, too, whew. This is already super painful. Christine's version was a boisterous, celebratory tune with raucous dancing, cheerful backup vocals, and lots of pageantry.

Spock is in the echo chamber of Engineering. Without Uhura, he would be utterly alone. But there's no one to sing with him. His voice rings out alone.

"I can't believe how wrong I've been. Convinced myself we shared the same feelings. I won't make that mistake, again."

And Uhura can't interject to tell him about interdimentional space and everything that Christine said there. It's not her place. But, damnit, communication would have changed this whole story.

"For her I set aside my need to analyze. Now I'm wrecked and searching for Why. I'm the Ex."

Beautiful play on words. Though, I'll admit a small part of me was mentally breaking into the Calculus song from 2gether (yes, I'm that old).

While the other song was more hilarious, this one's eloquently and agonizingly crafted. It makes so much sense that our favorite Science officer is merging math and music, as only the best STEAM students can.

"I've got no one but myself to blame. I betrayed my core philosophy. Unending reason must be my true north, lest I drown in this sea of pain."

Imagine you've grown up in a constricted world and when you finally decide to break out of that and test the waters, your boat is capsized by the person you trusted to help you steer.

Spock took a great risk with this relationship, and he knew it. But he never predicted it would end like this. Yes, Christine was upfront with not wanting to label it and not wanting to tell Starfleet. She didn't pretend in any way.

But Spock still hoped. And now that hope's been dashed.

I think a lot of us have been there—having our hearts broken by someone we really trusted. Gosh, I remember my first boyfriend.

He broke up with me over the phone on my birthday, which happened to be the week of Prom. Oh, and he was cheating on me because two months in on my first relationship I wouldn't sleep with him. We still went to Prom together because I thought I could win him back.

Seventeen-year-old Rachel wasn't that bright. But she was hurt. And she had hope that she was wrong to be guarded, that it was okay to let those walls down a bit and let someone in.

"I'm so dysfunctional, weak and emotional, feelings I just can't contain. Escaping this misery, you're breaking free, not a possibility.

Uhura's brow furrows as she listens to him talking about himself so harshly.

"Weak and emotional" is a gut-punch to me considering how a season ago in episode 9 Spock was lamenting his weakness while Christine cupped his face and told him it was his emotions... and that they didn't make him weak... they made him human.

"I solved for Y in my computation but missed vital information, the variable so devastating... I'm the X."

Watch how he looks to Uhura mid-phrase. He nearly forgot she was there listening to him bare his soul. But he can't stop it as it's flowing out. He has to finish the song, no matter how painful.

"I'm the ex."

He speaks the line the same way Christine spoke her last line. Because, it's real. It's true. And it hurts like hell.

"I am sorry."

He's near tears, again, and it's all wrong. So far this season Christine, M'Benga, the transporter chief, and now Uhura have seen the Vulcan near-tears or crying. He can't have that, now. Before, he allowed himself the vulnerability. He tested the bounds of his humanity.

Never again. He refuses to let himself be hurt like that, again.

"So far, we've only witnessed people being torn apart by this event." *pointed camera on Spock*

Look, we all knew this was coming, right? This story is set in canon, and canon dictates and Spock and Christine are not together in TOS-era.

And Spock has already started to bottle up those emotions that plague him. We saw that he can pull it together quickly enough, as demonstrated in the season opener.

Yes, this will take work, but he's willing to do whatever it takes to never feel this pain, again.

The Missed Moment

At the end of the big musical number, everyone's feeling connected and elated. There's hugging and congratulations. But when Christine turns to Spock, there's a wall there.

She didn't expect that. You can tell she didn't expect him to wall her off so swiftly, though it's not entirely unexpected. And she's not going to chase after him.

But it still hurts. I mean, we all saw how broken-hearted she was at Boimler's news that she wasn't even a footnote in Spock's written story.

And I posit that's part of why this isn't harder for her—she's been letting go for weeks. Pulling away. Making space. But Spock's had mere moments to wrestle with the consequences of giving into weakness.

A few weeks ago, he would have been laughing and hugging with all of them. He was reveling in testing the waters of his humanity while basking in the love of this beautiful, human woman. So much changes in the course of a few weeks.

Look, I'm thrilled for Christine. I am definitely not a woman who thinks any woman should change her plans for a man. But celebrating with her friends over champagne before telling Spock was tacky.

And I'm not excusing him pressing her in front of their friends for an answer. While he did it under the guise of duty (and we all know how married Spock is to duty), it was a bad call.

But they're both in the wrong. Spock was right at the beginning of the episode—their communication is a problem.

And, now, their paths are potentially, permanently diverged. I say potentially because there are dozens of possibilities.

Maybe they try, again, but something external pulls them apart. Maybe they get together in another timeline. Maybe years after TOS they reunite. We can dream, right?

In the season finale, there'll be awkwardness between them, I'm sure. This looks like the Gorn issue is coming to a head, and we know from early promos that there's footage of the pair of them together in space suits.

Will it be a final coda on their relationship? I suppose we'll find out together.

There were so many little things that made me squee during this episode. Paul Wesley's voice reminding me so very much of 1960's-era Disney princes, the Gilbert & Sullivan reference, the Buffy-coded Bunny reference, Uhura's amazing earrings that were giving me major Nichelle Nichols vibes, the raucous joy of Chapel's number, the crispness and clearness of Chistina Chong's vocals, M'Benga's surprising range, the varying styles and eras... so much. I could go on and on and on.

And, I'd be so remiss if I didn't call out two things in this episode that took my breath away beyond the obvious Spapel:

"You see the connections between us when all we see are the empty spaces."

This line skewered me so beautifully. I'm a communications person. I have two degrees in it. I held together a group of friends who met at college orientation through our four years of school, and we've been together over 20 years, now.

This line is so beautiful and so meaningful. I will think of it often. Because we need people like that in the world. They're the connective tissue.

And this line captures why so beautifully with so few words. That's masterful. In a season that's all about connectivity and communication, this line stands out.

Celia Rose Gooding

No quotes needed. She's simply sensational. I like to think Nichelle Nichols is looking down on her with a proud smile on her face. Her entire solo I had chills.

Yes, there was another episode this season that focused on Uhura, but I really feel like this was her show.

We saw how she flawlessly handled all of the communications issues early, how she worked beautifully with Spock, how she cut loose with her friends with a musical number while working, and how she ultimately saved the day.

She is a marvel to watch, and I'm so grateful she had an opportunity to shine as she did in this episode. I've loved her performance up until now, but this episode is the one where I was completely wowed. What talent!

Truly, everyone was amazing this week. Yes, she was a stand-out, but everyone poured their hearts and souls and songs into this. It shows. And it's magical as a result.

My predictions for this episode weren't quite right, but the spirit sadly was. Now we get awkwardness next week in space suits. We all know how that ended for B'Elanna Torress and Tom Paris, but I doubt Christine and Spock will have such a positive experience.

Maybe some sort of resolution, but Spock's declared he won't make the same mistake, again. He's walled off that part of himself already. Christine won't be able to access it, again.

Unless, of course, I'm completely wrong and Season 3 opens with them in a parallel universe where these crazy kids get it right. But, what fun would that be?

Look, we all make mistakes. Characters make mistakes. They can't magically be completely different versions of themselves because it suits a happy ending. We all knew this wasn't a happily ever after story.

We knew it'd be messy and painful. We knew it'd end in tears. But, the writers, directors, and performers (not to mention the rest of the incredible crew) have given us something really beautiful, here. It's achingly beautiful. What a privilege to witness it.

Thanks for reading, my friends. Be kind to one another. Build one another up. And never forget that you have intrinsic value and worth that nobody can take away.

Look for the connections in the empty spaces. They're there. We're here. And you are not alone.

[iamred-iamyellow]

ok this is very random (as im not sure how much of an ls2 defender u r)

BUT

every new thing that James bitchass stanky dummy shitty Vowles says abt the Logan situation just pisses me off more. makes me even wonder how logan dealt w everything for as long as he did.

Swear if Logan wasnt backed by Duracell and all the other US companies that bring in sm bank, Vowles would have dropped him even without meeting Franco...

Logan might have underperformed but his car isnt good to begin with, strategy was practically a DIY youtube video every fucking race weekend and not to mention that out of what 10-12 races his teammate has only managed to score 6 points...(no saying Albon is bad at all just goes to show that even a decent driver cant do shit in that fucking half charged golf cart 😒)

As a CS55 girlie im praying for the best for Carlos and that the team figures itself out over the new year break bc the way things r going i wouldnt be fucking suprised if Carlos opted to race for another team or just become a reserve driver after one year w bitchass Williams.

Truly a shame that a driver with such potential (LS2) and an excellent teammate and great driver with consistency (CS55) have ever had to deal with James stanky Vowles ( even tho Vowles is a D1 national level Sainz glazer 😭😭)

UGHHHHH i just know next year is gonna b...interesting to say the least.

Praying for Franco too 🥺💯 I've really come to like him so far after Monza and think he has great things in store and can rlly prove himself too 😞🩷

How it feels being BOTH a LS2 and CS55 gal btw;

as an american i think im obligated by law to be a ls2 defender 🫡🦅🇺🇸

“strategy was practically a DIY youtube video every fucking race” TRUTH!!! 

i will forever be a defender of our four williams babies alex carlos franco and logan because they were dealt some fuckass cards 

i just cannot believe that logan didn’t have enough time to develop in f2 and williams didn’t even TRY to give him more opportunities to train during his f1 seasons. they literally tossed him in a car and said GO they set him up to fail and then got mad that he didn’t exceed their expectations 

don’t even get me STARTED on the comments james made about mick i am PERSONALLY offended omg 

i’m really gonna miss franco at the end of the season but i hope he gets more opportunities from what he’s proven he can do in f1

and speaking of carlos his journey is just one that ends up being really sad for me. he jumps from team to team and proves himself EVERY TIME but he has the worst luck when it comes to it. he was teammates with max first and therefore the second fiddle because christian was set on max being his everything. then he moved to renault which was uhm renault. then mclaren where he could’ve technically been seen as first driver or equals with Lando but Lando to Mclaren is Max to RB. He got a win at mclaren and just brought out the absolute best vibes for the team. Then he moved to ferrari but it was too late bc again Charles to Ferrari is Max to Red Bull. He always ends up second to a teams golden boy and as much as i love all those drivers it really sucks that Carlos does so much and will never truly get the recognition he deserves.

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ooo okay. d word matty is like super horny before a show, and you decide to give him a bj or he does something else 😪

hopefully posting this before the bitch in question reappears lol

oh my god remember those south american shows where he was like just... wearing tank tops and being all rockstar bf? thinking you've flown out for that little leg of the tour, and something about having gorgeous you with him in this gorgeous place in gorgeous weather has matty going absolutely loopy. like usually you're both really very good at keeping things professional backstage, but matty's absolutely on one today; he's coming up behind you and cuddling you while you scan various documents and fire off emails, pulling you into kisses whenever you pass each other, sliding his hand into the back pocket of your shorts to squeeze your bum while you stand side-by-side chatting to other people. you know damn well what he's doing, but you don't entertain any of your boyfriend's horny notions until everyone has some downtime before the boys go on - matty texts you to meet him in one of the dressing rooms, which you find empty aside from him sitting on the sofa. sensibly, you lock the door behind you, before going over to matty; to give him his due, he does take and kiss your hand and say "hi, my beautiful girl" before he pulls you onto his lap for a long kiss and starts grinding up into you. you pull away from the kiss (but don't stop moving your hips) like "not that i'm complaining, but what's gotten into you baby?". and matty shrugs and he's like "just really really want you lol", and you grin and kiss him again like "i love how obsessed you are with me. can i suck you off to show how flattered i am?" - matty's visibly affected by that, but he shakes his head and says "not right now, sweetheart, we don't have the time and i need to be inside you or i might go insane. will you lie down for me? let me make you feel good?". now it's your turn to be affected; the heat rushes to your cheeks and you whine, nodding as you climb off matty's lap and lay down on the couch, shimmying off your shorts and underwear as matty stands and undoes his own. he pauses briefly for a second when you spread your legs, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his brain as he debates whether or not to go down on you, but he shakes his curls and kneels on the sofa - within seconds, he's pushing into you, stretching you out in the most delicious way, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths before matty closes the gap between them and kisses you. it's definitely a quickie, but a bloody good one; with your legs around his slutty, slutty waist, matty's hitting exactly where you need him to, his mouth alternating between kissing the crook of your neck and murmuring "so fucking wet for me, taking me so fucking well, my good girl" into it. when he shifts his weight onto his left arm and brings his right hand to thumb at your clit, the telltale pressure begins to build in your lower stomach - you moan matty's name into his mouth, and he smiles and whispers "it's alright, princess, go ahead. cum for me, do it, be a good girl and cum all over my dick". naturally, you oblige, leaning up to kiss matty to quiet your orgasm-induced whines, before pulling back and reaching up to tug on his curls like "want you to cum inside me, please, fill me up"; matty's thrusts falter and his jaw drops at your words, before he fulfils your wish with a groan of your name. you both lie there for a second to catch your breath, before you reach over to your discarded shorts and pull a packet of tissues to hand to matty. he giggles when you do, like "ever the professional, always prepared. i love it. i love you. gonna pull out now, here we go"; once he's cleaned you both up a little, you lean up to kiss him and say "i love you. now, come on, you've got a show to get ready for lol", and matty kisses you once more like "round two at the hotel later? you can give me that blowjob you're so desperate for, and i can return the favour. sound good?", and you're like "fucking absolutely" lol <3

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“Let me show you” loki x fem!reader

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎-pure filthy smut, creampies, praise plus pain kink. Slight sir kink. Slapping, pet names, p in v, enemies to lovers, slight angst, cum eating Sigh

Today was a hard day, you had a mission that didn’t end up well because you and loki got in a fight on who’s plan was better which helped hydra sneak up on you two. So here you two were getting an stupid ass lecture from tony.

“Don’t you get how much trouble you two caused, you need to get your shit together and stop fucking bickering. When your on a team you work and come up with a plan TOGETHER!” Tony yelled the last part anger clearly shown on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and looked at Loki, his eyes caught yours and you furrowed your eyebrows while he gave you the most shitty smirk ever. “Ah, im very sorry we will fix this as soon as were at the tower, im sure y/n here would be obliged to fix it instead of acting like a blipping idiot” he stared at tony than at you.

“Im the fucking idiot! Yeah right you cant even let me finished a sentence without talking over me if any one is an idiot it’s you!” You scream and threw you hangs in there when he standed up. “Look here darling you got two things wrong one is that i am actually 1,070 years old and two your the idiot here you dont even use that human little brain you have-“

“Enough! Your both acting like kids i don’t want another word out of you or im kicking you out of the jet you understand?”

The ride to the tower was quiet and you kept fiddling with your finger avoiding eye contact with the “god” in front of you. When you did arrive tony told you guys to sort out your problem’s and stop causing havoc for the team with your nonsense bickering. The team was out on a team dinner, you and Loki weren’t invited for messing up the mission. So here you were cooking a meal for the two of you. Loki looked over you shoulder every once in a while. “When is it going to be done im bloody starving!” He rumbled at the counter leaning over. Rolling your eyes your turned around “its almost done ok why don’t you just shut up and wait” he scoffed and walked away.

Dinner was finally done, the smell filled your nose making you smile. It was one of your favorite dishes and you knew it tasted delicious. In fact you would have been a chef if you had no powers and were “normal”. “Loki get your ass down here dinner is done!”

As you set the table Loki came down, looking over at him you swore you never saw him better. He was wearing grey sweats with a tight white shirt his hair damp while he was drying it off his arm’s flexing. “Are you gonna stare all day darling” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes. 

“This is delicious, gosh you should have told me sooner you knew how to cook!” He scarfed down his food. Scoffing you looked up at him smiling “well you never asked just assumed i was bad at everything..” you softly spoke.

He looked back up at you “i never said you were bad at everything y/n.” He grabbed your hand.

“Look i know i can be a ass sometimes, but your a good person and im sorry i treat you like shit.” He rubbed your palm with his thumb.

You pulled your hand away and bite your cheek. You would never admit but you liked him a lot, to the point you had so much pent up tension causing you two to fight. “Yeah.. right” you looked down at the floor. He smirked “ why don’t i show you how good of a person like you should be treated”he bite his lower lip. You look up at him immediately “And how do you supposed you would do that?” You whisper in her ear leaning over the table. He groaned “just let me show you, yeah?” You softly nodded and in a mater of seconds you were on  his shoulder being dragged to his room. He threw you on the bed and crawled on top of you kissing and sucking whatever skin he could making you softly moan and feel yourself get even more wet. “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? How many times i came to the thought of you princess” he groaned in your ear. “You make me feel so fucking hard and filthy. You moan a d his confession and rubbed your core against his knee desperate for any type of friction. He grab ed your him stopping your movements. “Tsk none of that princess gotta tell me what you want ok?” He looked down at you which you simply nodded. He softly slapped you “words darling”

“Yes sir” he groaned at your response and slowly undressed you. “What do you want princess?” His hand dipped lower softly rubbing around  your abdomen teasing you. “Fuck, please touch me needa feel you” he kept his movements im the same place. “I am touching you” he smirked. He wanted you to beg and you knee that you would as long as you got to cum you would do anything for him. “Fuck please just fuck me make me cum all over you please me like you said you would or are you just a liar!” He slapped your clit causing you to jump. “Fuck there she is my feisty little pet, ill make you fucking cum so hard you wont be able to do it yourself” he lowered  starting fingering you hitting the spot you needed him. Breathless moans came out your mouth. “Mmm just like that, let me hear you” he groaned and lowered down to suck on your clit. Already on the edge you knew you were close almost embarrassed how fast he is going to make you cum. “Loki! Fuck gonna cum” you scream he only licked faster. “Go ahead darling cum all over my fingers let me taste you.”  When your high washed over you he licked up every last drop. Slowly he sat up using his magic to dispose of his clothes. 

“Ima fuck you now ok? Get on your hands and knees” he moaned while fisting himself. When you caught a glance of his member you felt scared and worried it wouldn’t fit. He was long and thick, yes he wasn’t human but you knew it would hurt. “Don’t worry ill go slow at first ok?” You nodded and flipped over on your hands and knees. He rubbed his cock over your hole covering it in your juices before slowly pushing in. It felt like hours before he was all in and you swore you felt him in your belly. After a min you finally adjust and thrusted back into him. “Fuck you feel jus’t like heave’n” he moaned i to your ear before slowly thrusting into you making sure to hit your spot every time making you moan his name.

“So’ goo’d! Harder please fuck!” He complied and fucked into you at a rough pace skin slapping surrounding the room.

He slapped your ass so many time sit stung. “Fuck gonna cum soon can you hold in for me” he could feel the way your pussy was clenching him and knew you were close. You mumbled yes and he rubbed your clit. “Fuck gonna cum inside you on the pill!” He moaned loudly! You moaned yes in response and you both came in pure bliss.

After awhile he slowly pulled out and spread your lips apart to watch both your guys cum spill out. He cleaned you both up and you guys cuddled. “Y/n i met what i said earlier.. your a really good person and i made so many mistakes in my life but. I like you a lot” he was almost crying. You pulled him in a kiss “ i like you to Loki”

“We’ll finally they fucked each-other” Thor howled while the rest of the team laugh.