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sturniqlo · 2 months

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Want You- C.S

summary: headcannons of bff!chris who is in love with bff!y/n but they're both to afraid to say anything so they just flirt and do couple things without being official.

cw: cursing, suggestive material, fluff

an: lowercase intended | mix of both sfw and nsfw

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bff!chris who cuddles you no matter what

"time for the best part of my day." chris says before hopping into his bed, wasting no time in cuddling his best friend y/n. "which is?" y/n says jokingly, even though he always says that anytime she stays over. "being able to cuddle you all night, you know i hate sleeping alone." he says, pressing a small kiss to her hoodie covered shoulder before hiding his face into her neck. "i know, i know." she says while running her hand in his hair.

"let her breathe, chris. my god." nick says as he comes down the stairs and sees his brother laying on top of y/n. "shut up, you're just jealous." he says lifting his head slightly before putting his face back in her neck. y/n only giggles, continuing to lightly scratch his scalp.

"wait, scroll back up. i wanna watch it again." he giggles and lifts his arm from around her waist to wipe his tears from how hard he was laughing. y/n scrolls back up and they rewatch the video and busy out laughing at the stupid video. chris buries his face in her tummy and continues laughing.

bff!chris who gets jealous whenever a guy looks at her

"what?" she says as she feels chris wrap his arm around her waist. they were currently at a club for their friends birthday. "that guy is looking at you." he nods his head towards the guy. y/n looks at the guy and decides to mess with chris a bit. "ouu, he's kinda cute" she teases "y/n, be serious." he says in her ear. "i'm kidding, i have my eyes on someone else."

"see that guy over there?" chris says as y/n looks through a rack of clothing. "where?" she looks around. "that one wearing the ugly brown tie dye shirt." y/n spots who's he's talking about. "what about him?" she continues to look through the clothes. "he keeps staring at you." chris glares at him. "stop glaring."

bff!chris and bff!y/n who accidentally kiss when saying goodbye

it started off with a kiss on the cheek. when y/n would go back home, chris would kiss her cheek as a form of saying goodbye, soon enough y/n picked up on the habit and also started doing it. one day, they accidentally kissed. "bye, chris." y/n hugs him. "bye, y/n i'll see you tomorrow, okay?" he goes to kiss her cheek and y/n does the same not realizing he's doing the same. suddenly their lips touch and they freeze. "oh my god- i'm sorry!" y/n's face is red. "it's fine, really." he giggles and blushes.

"bye, y/n." chris grabs her chin and places a small kiss on her lips. "oh- bye chris." she connects their lips again and pulls away once they are both gasping for air. "sorry, my lips slipped, see you saturday?" chris opens the door for her. "of course." she nods before walking out to head to her car. once her car is out of sight he closes the door smiling. "that was a very friendly goodbye between you two." nick teases. "shut up."

bff!chris who always gets hard whenever she sits in his lap

"y/n, s- stop," chris grips her hips to make her stop moving in his lap. y/n and chris were currently on their way to top golf with thier friends and she had to sit on his lap due to the lack of seating in the car. "chris, the car is moving, i can't help-" y/n is interrupted when she feels something poking her ass. "chris are you-" he puts his hand over her mouth. "shut up."

"hey, give it back! it's my turn to pick a movie!" y/n tries to reach for the remote that chris took from her hands as they were laying down on his bed. "no, you're probably going to choose one of those rom coms. we've already watching one." he lifts up his arm where y/n can't reach. "come on, chris. i know deep down you love 'em." she teases, getting rid of the blanket covering her and crawls to where chris is. "do not." he scrolls through the movies. y/n goes on his lap and tries to snatch it from him. chris freezes and he starts to feel a tightness form. "thank you." y/n grabs the remote and goes back to her spot. "i'll be back." chris coughs and heads to his bathroom.

bff!chris and bff!y/n who are always touchy with eachother

"excuse me, chris." y/n passes in front of chris and teasingly rubs her hand over her sweatpant covered dick. chris turns flustered and looks around to make sure his brothers or thier friends didn't see. he goes over to y/n who's three feet away from him and whispers in her ear. "don't start something you can't finish."

"chris!" y/n scolds him quietly, pushing his arm that was currently wrapped around her shoulders specifically his hand that was comfortably resting on her boob. "oops!" he looked at her with a knowing smirk on his face.

bff!chris who makes a playlist specifically for her

"go to my spotify and see what i made for you." chris giggles handing his phone to y/n. "im scared." she teases. "just go." chris watches as she unlocks his phone, the wallpaper being the two of them and she scrolls to the next page of apps, clicking on the app. the app opens and its opened to his many playlists. however, she spots a new one. for y/n 💫

chris was currently moping in his bed. it was day one of fourteen that y/n will be on vacation with her family for her parents wedding anniversary. he sighed, unlocking his phone seeing his favorite picture of the two of them, he opens his spotify app and plays his for y/n💫 playlist and opening his messages app. i miss you :( come back already. he sent it, a song and a half later, his phone pinged. it hasn't even been a whole day.... but i miss you too. i promise i'll stay over a while weekend at your house like we mentioned <3

bff!chris who always shows up to her house unannounced

y/n was sitting in her living room, rewatching her reoccurring obsession, twilight. she was two movies in when she heard the doorbell ring. she wasn't expecting anyone today. maybe it was one of her parents or siblings who forgot their house key. scoffing, she pauses the movie and gets up to head to the door. she opens the door and is met with chris. "what are you doing here?" she says confusingly. "y/n! i also missed you very much, and i glad you're happy to see me!" chris says. "sorry," she giggles, moving aside to let him enter the house. "i just wasn't expecting you here."

"there's a surprise in your room." y/n's younger brother says as soon as she enters the house. "what are you talking about?" she goes up the stairs, shopping bags in hand. opening her door, she sees someone comfortably laying in her bed. "oh good, you're back." chris rolls over and sits up, his hair a mess. "how long have you been here?" she laughs.

"y/n! there's someone here for you." her mom yells from downstairs. "coming!" she exits her room and walks down the stairs spotting chris right away, a fast food bag in one hand and a cup holder in the other. "chris? i didn't know you were coming." she signals her head so they can go upstairs. "thanks for the shake and fries, chris!" her mom says as they head up. "no problem!" he says back. "i heard from you mom that you weren't feeling well about your exam score, so i brought shakes and fries. thought we could watch some movies."

bff!chris who always get shit from his brothers because he still hasn't asked you out

"so, when are you gonna ask y/n out? still scared she's gonna reject you even though she gives you heart eyes every time she looks at you?" nick tells his brother, he knows how stubborn both his friend and brother are at expressing their feelings vocally. "soon." is all he says. "soon, soon, soon. you always say that." he mocks him. "i bet she's counting down the days until you ask her out officially."

"did you tell her?" is the first thing chris hears from his brother matt as soon as he walks through the door. "tell who what?" he puts his keys on the table. "don't act stupid, kid. did you ask y/n out officially?" matt explains. "not yet, soon though." chris says before heading down to his room. "soon, soon, soon." he hears matt say.

bff!chris who officially confesses his love for you

"i have to tell you something, and i think it's about time." chris says next to y/n. they were currently sitting on a huge rock watching the sun go down and seeing its reflection in the water. "what is it?" she picks up her head from his shoulder. "i really like you, like really really like you. i think it's safe to say that i love you. so much. and we've practically been acting like a couple for so long now, i think i want to make it official if you're okay with it?" he looks into her eyes, searching for an answer the bright sunset making her eyes pop. "really?" he nods. "really." he says, and she smiles. "so, can i be your boyfriend?" chris tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. "only if i can be your girlfriend." she presses their lips together in a sweet kiss.

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rotary-supercollider · 3 months

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Average leverage episode

Victim: please mr. Leverage. They bought my orphanage and they’re going to sell all the orphans I need you to stop them

Nate “Leverage” Leverage: I think we can get you some… leverage

Sophie: I’m going to start a bullshit argument now

Nate: please dont

Sophie: it’s going to last the whole episode

Nate: 🙄women (laughtrack)

Hardison: alright this is our mark Mr. Monopoly. He owns 16 weapons companies and took in 100000 billion million dollars last year. He just got into the orphan business and on the weekends he plays puppy golf.

Parker: whats puppy golf

Hardison: it’s like golf but you use puppies

Elliot: I’ve seen it. (snifffs deeply) not fun

Hardison: this guys ruthless. we’re going to be exploiting his one weakness. He really likes having a lot of money

Sophie: how?

Nate: we go steal an abstract concept

*they steal an abstract concept*

The mark: hello. I was impressed by your ownership of an abstract concept

Sophie: we’ll give you 50 trillion dollars for the orphanage

Mark: Zamn!!!

Sophie: 😏 we got him

*1 day later*

Sophie: here’s the 50 trillion dollars (holds up briefcase full of crimes)

The mark: I don’t want your money any more. I have a new plan. I’m goijng to dress all the orphans in hot dog costumes and start a theme park

Sophie: 😦

Elliot: we’re blown

Nate: Sophie throw the briefcase 💼 in the lake

Mark: whoa!! Thats wet money

Sophie: I can give you 5000 more orphans. Meet me at this unmarked warehouse in 6 hours

Mark: awooga

Hardison: Nate do you have a plan?

Nate: not yet

*Fade to black*

Nate: alright the marks on his way. Hardison what’s your 20

Hardison: I need at least 30 minutes to finish this Lego Taj Mahal

Nate: ok I’ll stall

Nate (playing bit character): I cooka da pizza!! Ohhhh (drops full pan of sauce on the marks head instantly killing him) mamma Mia (walks into the sea)

Parker: guys we have a problem

*6 Bad Men materialize out of thin air*

Elliot: 😒I got this 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊🤛🤜🤛🤜✊🩼✊🦶🦵✊🤛🚪🦶✊🦵🤌✊🦶👊🦵✊✊👊🎷👊👊👊

*the Bad Men disintegrate*

Elliot: shit hes here (dives into a trash can)

*the mark reaches the building. There are orphans waving at him from the windows*

Mark: ok I’m here to take the orphans

The police: SIR YOURE COMING WITH US

Mark: what?? This is a completely legal orphan deal

Police: theres no orphans here

*police man grabs an orphan. Hes flat. Flashback to Hardison setting up 5000 cardboard orphan cutouts*

Mark: but what are you arresting me for??

Police man: sir you filled all of city hall with gravy

*flashback to Nate filling city hall with gravy while wearing a T-shirt that says “Im bad businessman”*

Mark: you can’t do this to me!!

Police: (arrests him)

Nate: heh. You could say he got... Leveraged

Parker: i have autism

Everyone: oh my god Parker shut up

#ro #shitpost #leverage #nate ford #sophie devereaux #Parker leverage #alec hardison #Eliot Spencer

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rafeandonlyrafe · 8 months

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good host

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your heels click down the steps, the circle of boys suddenly falling into silence as you enter out the sliding doors onto the patio.

“need anything?” you ask, trying your best to play the good housewife and host now that you and rafe have moved in together.

“couple more beers if you don’t mind.” rafe says, and you nod, tiny skirt swishing as you head back inside, getting as many cold beers as you can carry before hustling back to the outdoor seating area, all the boys eyes moving from the game on the television to you as you bend down and set the beers down on the table, giving them an eyeful down your shirt.

“anything else?” you ask rafe, who wraps his hand around your thigh and tugs you closer, making you giggle as you bend down and press a kiss to his lips.

“why don’t you suck me off?” rafe asks, stroking his hand up, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to show everyone the tiny pink thong you are wearing as his hand grips the flesh of your ass.

“in… in front of everyone?”

“yeah, entertain me. this game is boring as fuck.” rafe watches as you sink to your knees, forever his good girl, listening to whatever he tells you with minimal questions.

rafe glances at the guys as you rub over his crotch, feeling him harden under his khakis. “don’t worry boys, you can use her too after she’s done with me.”

your eyes widen, glancing at the other guys sitting amongst the couches and chairs. topper and kelce you know well, but theres two more guys whose names you only vaguely remember, chris and ezra. you think that rafe met them golfing, but you usually are only half paying attention when rafe recounts his round of golf to you.

“you good with that baby?” rafe asks, giving you an opportunity to back out, but he knows that you would never.

“of course. whatever you want rafe.” you smile up at him as your fingers work quickly, unbuttoning his shorts with ease, having repeated the action so many times. the zipper is the next thing to be tugged down and open, your hand diving into the open space, rubbing your fingers over his length through the material of his underwear.

“oh, fuck yeah.” rafe groans with a smile on his face, leaning back against the couch as your fingertips get him hard, wanting him to be as thick and big as possible before pulling his dick out, not that rafes size could ever be an embarrassment to him.

“come on baby, suck me.” rafe lifts his hips slightly, allowing you to tug his shorts and underwear down enough for his cock to push free from the confides. you smile at the sight of his dick, forgetting that anyone elses is around as you wrap your hand around the base, stroking a few times until he’s got a bead of precum leaking from his tip, which you quickly lick up, tongue lapping over the head of his cock.

you glance to the side to kelce who is sitting next to rafe, winking at him before lowering your head, your mouth expanding as rafes big cock pushes inside of you. you swallow around his length, drool already beginning to drip down your chin.

“her mouth is so good, just wait till yall feel this.” rafe moans, one hand fisting in your hair, helping you keep your rhythm as he hits the back of your throat, making you gag but not letting it stop your movements.

“i call next.” a voice you realize must be ezra pops up. you slow down at his voice, only slightly, not wanting rafe to be finished too quickly. you have no problem getting his friends off if thats what rafe wants, but you also only crave him, only want his cock, so you plan on relishing in his taste.

“alright, chill, everyone will get a turn.” rafe laughs, proud knowing that his girlfriend is so desired. if he wasn’t so confident in the strength of your relationship, he would beat ezra to a pulp for even thinking about you in a sexual way, but you’re such a good girl for him rafe knows you don’t see another man that way.

you pull off rafes cock to drag your tongue around his head before going over the slit, making rafe squirm slightly, his hand tightening in your hair as you retake his cock in your hand, stroking while your tongue licks along his length, going all the way down to the base before kissing his balls gently.

rafe groans when you take one into your mouth, keeping your sucking gentle because you know how delicate and sensitive his skin there is.

you make sure to give them some good attention while your hand takes care of his cock before you need to have him inside you again, sinking your lips around his cock and quickly building back up to the same rapid pace you know rafe likes.

“close.” rafe groans, his hips rising slightly off the couch, pushing up in time with your head bobbing. you close your eyes and clench your thumb between your first, willing your gag reflex to not force you to pull off as you take him deep.

you suck his cock down, swallowing around his thickness until he pulses inside of your throat, a telltale sign that hes seconds away from bursting. rafes cock suddenly swells and then hes cumming, shooting his load down your throat as you continue to suckle on his cock, pulling off slightly so you can taste sum of his cum on your tongue.

“fuuuuck.” rafe groans, slumping against the couch. you pull off with a happy smile, pressing a kiss to his softening cock. you can’t resist kissing up along his length before you tuck him carefully back into his underwear and shorts.

“good girl.” rafe leans down, kissing your forehead. “why don’t you take your top off then go suck ezra? hmm?”

“okay.” you nod. you tug your shirt up, turning so everyone can see as you toss it to the ground before you reach behind your back, unclipping your bra and letting it fall away. rafe smirks at the boys faces, eyes trained on your chest as you blush under all of their gazes before moving across to the other couch to ezra.

“can i touch?” ezra asks, but not to you as he looks to rafe, who must nod as ezra reaches for your tits, cupping them in his palms, feeling so different to rafes large hands. he swipes his thumbs over your nipples, and while it feels good you don’t want another man to make you moan so easily, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“come on, doll. don’t just sit there get to work.” rafe says, suddenly blinking back to reality, reaching forward while ezra continues to play with your chest while you undo his pants, eyes widening when you realize he’s not wearing underwear as his cock pushes free of its confines.

you wrap your hand around his length, smaller than rafe in length but similar thickness. you begin stroking, watching in fascination at ezras reaction. you glance behind you to make sure rafe is still satisfied and giving his approval.

when rafe gives you a nod to go ahead, you lean forward and take ezra into your mouth, cringing initially at the different taste before you get used to it, rubbing your tongue against the bottom of his cock while you sink down, his cock not going down your throat like rafes does.

“fuck, she is good.” ezra moans. your cheeks flush, realizing you haven’t even pulled out all your tricks yet as you speed up, bobbing your head up and down in a dramatic fashion to show rafe just how good you’re being, obediently getting his friends off.

you don’t savor ezras taste like you do rafes, wanting him to cum quickly as you allow your teeth to gently graze the bottom of his cock, making ezra let out a mix of a shout and a moan.

“god, rafe, are you sure your girlfriends not a porn star?” kelce asks, making you giggle and have to pull off, hand stroking ezra as you wait for rafes answer.

“nah, she only fucks who i let her. you know she was a virgin when we met? now look at her, my fucking slut.” rafe makes sure to emphasis that you belong to him, and while the other boys may be given this chance to use you, they better not get any wrong ideas.

“only a whore for you, rafey.” you giggle, taking ezras cock back into your mouth, also wanting to point out that the only reason you’re interested in even touching any of them is because rafe wants you to, needing to repay his friends for coming over only to watch such a boring game of football.

you suckle at the head of ezras cock before pushing down, nuzzling your nose into his skin as you feel him pulse and then shoot his load in the back of your mouth. you happily swallow before pulling off with a smirk.

“come here.” topper calls to you from the armchair. you stand up and cross over to topper, looking to rafe before back to his friend.

“can i eat her out?” topper asks, holding your hips in his hands as you stand between his legs.

“yeah.” rafe nods, knowing he’s bragged to topper about how delicious you are, how good the sounds you make get when he’s lapping at your cunt, clearly bragging enough to make topper choose eating you out before receiving head himself.

“but baby-” rafes voice has you turning to look at him. “you’re not allowed to cum. only i can make you cum.”

you nod as topper stands, switching so you can sit down on the armchair. you spread your legs for topper, revealing the tiny thong, already covered with a wet patch as he kneels between your legs.

topper kisses along your thighs teasingly, enjoying feeling your warm flesh as the sound of the football game fills the background. he finally reaches your underwear, his tongue pressing against the wetness, your thighs clenching temporarily before relaxing again, looking to rafe, whose eyes are flickering between the game and you, your open legs with his best friend kneeled between them.

“can i take them off?” topper asks, rafe quickly saying yes. you raise your hips up, fingers gripping into the fabric of the arms of the chair as topper pulls your underwear down, leaving your tiny flouncy skirt on.

he buries his head immediately between your legs, tongue lapping against your cunt as chris grabs your wet thong, bringing it up to his nose and taking a deep sniff of the material.

you frown when he holds onto the material, knowing that all your underwear belongs to rafe, but you don’t say anything yet, losing focus on chris as topper flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit.

“fuck, you are delicious. you guys need to taste.” topper scooches back as kelce shoots forward, taking his place. kelce is far less gentle, shoving his tongue into your hole as you let out a low moan. your hands grip at your tits, massaging them while chris undoes his pants, taking his cock out and wrapping your thong around his length, similar in size to ezras but slightly slimmer.

“such a beautiful pussy.” kelce says, barely pulling away as his words vibrate over your cunt. you whine, eyes flickering between rafe and chris stroking himself with your thong, rubbing it over his length.

kelce focuses on your hole while topper reaches forward to place the pad of his thumb on your clit, making your body shake, feeling overstimulated as a rush of wetness floods over you, knowing you’re bound to drip onto the cushion beneath you.

kelce thrusts his tongue in and out, making you gyrate your hips, wanting more. kelce seems to get the memo when he pulls away, pushing a finger into your cunt, easily able to slide in with how wet you are.

topper switches back to using his mouth, making kelce stretch to finger you as topper sucks at your clit, replacing his thumb and bringing you even more pleasure.

“remember, princess, don’t cum.” rafe reminds you, eyes quickly turning back to the tv when a good play happens.

“but hes so good at head.” you whine, telling the truth, topper has a talented mouth, using his lips, tongue and even teeth as they graze over your sensitive skin.

kelce laughs at rafes frown as he pushes a second finger into you, pulling his cock out with his free hand and stroking, now two of the boys getting themselves off as chris continues. you don’t want the thong back anymore, knowing he’s going to ruin it with cum soon enough.

its like topper is trying to make you break rafes rule and force you into an orgasm, his eyes closed as he focuses on your pleasure, trying desperately to bring it out of you.

“p-please.” you whine, kelces fingers moving faster, pumping into you with obscene sounds spreading. you can’t help the almost nonstop moans, eyes flickering to chris’s cock then face as he paints your thong white before slumping down, his cock pulsing.

“can i fuck her? please let me fuck her.” kelce asks, looking to rafe, squeezing his cock knowing he won’t last much longer.

“yeah.” rafe shrugs. “let me make her cum first.” he says as halftime begins, using the break in the game to his advantage as he walks over to you, chest heaving as topper continues right up until rafe taps him out. you let out a sigh of relief, not sure how much longer you would have lasted.

rafe sinks down, pushing kelces hand away too as his fingers instantly take the spot of pumping into you, already feeling so much better, longer and more familiar.

“lets see if my mouth is better.” rafe smirks, and you know you’re bound to cum quickly as his head drops, instantly sucking your clit into his mouth with a level of fervor that he rarely gives you, clearly wanting to prove that no one can pleasure you like he can.

you scream out, not able to control your squeals as your hands grip his hair, holding his head tight to your pussy, the other boys watching as your tits bounce, a light gleam of sweat making them look even more appetizing.

you cum quickly with such force that your entire body shudders, shaking as rafe gently licks you through your high, keeping his fingers lodged deep inside of you.

“good girl.” he smiles, kissing your thigh before moving up to peck your lips, even as you still breath heavily, jaw slack.

“now you’re gonna ride kelce for me right? be my good girl and make him cum.” rafe questions, and you quickly nod, swallowing as you look to kelce, who has now sat himself on the couch, his large cock almost rivaling rafes.

“put a condom on, man.” rafe says as he stands up. “you’re not taking my girl raw, are you crazy?”

kelce hustles to grab his wallet, not wanting to upset rafe and lose out on the opportunity as you pull your skirt off to bring yourself totally nude, somehow still feeling comfortable in front of all the mostly dressed men, just happy to be doing what rafe wants and entertaining his friends.

you move over to the couch after kelce has rolled the condom on, straddling his lap and grinding down against his dick, rubbing it between your folds. usually in this position you’d be making out with rafe, but you really don’t want to kiss anyone else but him, so you keep your back straight.

“come on.” kelce grabs your ass, grinding you down harder, clearly tired of the teasing, especially since he’s already been stroking himself.

you giggle at his impatience and reach down, lining his cock up with your entrance before sinking down, moaning slightly at his length, not used to the rubber since rafe never uses condoms, but kelce feels pretty similar.

you immediately begin to bounce, not caring about your pleasure, knowing you won’t be able to cum from this anyways. kelces hand gripping your ass helps you move, making sure to keep a quick pace, clenching your cunt around his cock every time you pull off.

“such a pretty girl.” rafe coos, reaching out to grip your chest, palm swallowing your bouncing tit. “give me a kiss, come on.”

you sink down on kelces cock, grinding gently as you lean over to rafe, pressing a kiss against his lips, giving him a soft smile, ignoring the way kelce instantly begins to buck his hips up into you.

“you’re doing so good for me.” rafe says. “thank you for helping my boys out and keeping us entertained.” “just wanna make you happy.” you tell rafe, stroking your thumb over his cheek before kissing him again, mouth so sweet against his, in sharp contrast to the way kelce is thrusting up into your pussy, grunting and groaning as he clearly struggles to hold back, but you’re too focused on rafe.

“love you.” you whisper against rafes lip, his tongue sweeping out to enter your mouth as kelce lets out a final shout, holding your hips down as he cums into the condom. you slide off the second he’s done, crawling onto rafes lap to continue to kiss.

“gonna take you for a massage tomorrow.” rafe says, rubbing over your thighs, knowing he’s putting your body through a lot. “and a shopping spree.” “mkay.” you smile, fluttering your eyelashes at rafe before turning, seeing toppers dick out, having retaken his spot in the armchair, just now without pants.

“want me to suck you off now top?” you question, wanting to return the head that he gave you.

“can i-” he swallows roughly “can i fuck you too?”

“aww, of course sweetie!” you stand up, moving over to topper. he’s always been your favorite amongst rafes friends. he will hold conversations with you when you’re hanging out, unlike the other guys who are mostly just scared to touch rafes things. you’re wonder how much will change after today.

topper stands up, gesturing for you to get on the chair. you kneel on it, pushing your chest into the back of the couch as toppers hands rub over your ass. you look back at him, nodding that he can start whenever.

“condom.” rafe calls out as a reminder, making topper groan quietly, hoping he could get away with it, but he grabs a condom offered to him from kelce and rolls it on.

you giggle at his face, one of pure pleasure before he even gets inside of you. topper rubs his cock through your folds, still dripping onto the seat as he suddenly pushes forward, burying his entire length inside of you.

you let out a moan, head falling against the back of the seat, surprised by how big topper feels from this angle. he begins to thrust, keeping his movements slow but deep, making sure to fully press against your ass, using his hands on your hips to keep you still.

“goddamn, i wanna fuck her too.” ezra groans.

“nah, she’s gonna sit on my cock next, you already cummed.” rafe says, feeling a slightly bit of jealousy bubble up in his gut from watching you give pleasure to another man.

“alright, i call first for fucking her next time.” ezra concedes.

“no way bro, she didn’t even touch me! i’m getting her first.” chris argues as topper begins to move faster, the argument being drowned out by both of your moans.

“need i remind you she is my girl? i get to choose who uses her. you’re lucky she’s being such a good hostess and willing to entertain yall, dont ruin it by fighting.” rafe warns.

chris and ezra quietly agree and apologize. rafe glances again at you, your pussy squelching each time topper pushes his hips in. if he was a less confident man, he would shove top away and show you how only he can fuck you right, but at the end of the day, rafe knows you only want him.

“don’t-don’t rub my clit.” you warn topper when he reaches around you to touch your pussy.

“gonna cum if i do?” he questions, grinning when you nod. he’s not used to taking such a dominant role, liking how you are clearly brought to pleasure by him.

“you better not, brat.” rafe warns, reminding you of his rule as topper listens and places his both his hands back on your hips, not wanting you to get in trouble with rafe after being such a good girl.

topper snaps his hips faster, not ashamed to cum quickly considering how easily some of the other guys busted. he can only hold off for a few more minutes, especially when you start pushing your hips back.

“i-i’m close.” topper warns seconds before he cums, letting out a string of moans as you continue to slowly move on his cock, letting his high run its course before he pulls out, the condom filled with white.

“come on, princess.” rafe reaches his hand out to you as you stumble over to him, thighs now tired but willing to have a little more energy for rafe to do whatever he pleases for you.

“you’ve been such a good girl, come take a seat.” rafe says, and you realize he had gotten his cock out again at some point. “you can watch the last quarter with us, yeah?”

you nod, turning so your ass is in rafes face as you slowly lower down, moaning when his big cock stretches you out. you settle all the way down until he’s pressed right up against your cervix, leaning your back into rafes chest. he grabs his beer off the side table next to him, taking a sip while you relax, eyes turning to the game as well.

the other guys can sense that you’re finished, tucking themselves away and retaking their position to watch the game. you don’t miss chris pushing your underwear into his pocket. you’ll have to buy another pair when rafe takes you on a shopping trip tomorrow.

the game is just as boring as rafe says it was, and you understand why he needed some entertainment, the only touchdown being scored in the first half. you aren’t the biggest fan of watching sports in general, but having rafes cock inside of you makes it a lot more enjoyable. he even gives you a couple sips of his beer.

the game ends with little fanfare, making all the boys sigh, just happy that it’s over but disappointed as a whole.

“i trust you boys can see yourselves out.” rafe pipes up, looking around at his friends. “i need to fuck my lady now.”

the boys take their cue, quickly grabbing whatever they brought and heading out, but topper stops as he passes you. “thank you for being such a good host.”

“thank you for the good head.” you giggle, making rafes hand squeeze tighter on your thigh. topper smiles before leaving, kelce also taking the opportunity to mumble a thank you after toppers lead.

“don’t invite chris back.” you say, glad that you were able to get away with not touching him. “he kinda gives me the creeps.”

rafe laughs but nods, “whatever you want baby girl. thank you for doing that.” “of course.” you nod. “it’s part of living with you, keeping your friends stocked up on beers and also making them cum.”

“how in the world did i find a girl as perfect as you?” rafe says softly, moving you suddenly before you can even comprehend, your back being pressed into the sofa as rafe kneels between your legs, shoving his cock back deep in your cunt.

you giggle, cheeks turning red. “i just love you so much. wanna make you happy.”

“you make me very happy, baby.” rafe says, pressing a kiss to your lips before beginning to pump his cock into you, your moans drowning out the tv still on in the background.

“your cock is perfect.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe pounds into you, going deep and hard after being buried inside of you without moving for so long. “no one else compares to you.”

“and don’t you forget it, baby.” rafe smirks.

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traumatrios · 5 months

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i can't stop thinking about Stanford!art in his backwards hat!! could u maybe write something for Stanford art plsss no pressure tho.

warnings! frat boy!art, drinking and suggestiveness (?)

josie’s notes! loved this look sm 🧎‍♀️ pls tell me if yall understand the ending bc idk if i was too vague…

You don’t know where it came from— besides the obvious Stanford merch shop on campus. Art just began to wear the cap every day. He always defended the look with “it helps keep the hair from my eyes” and how the girls “totally dig it”.

He was right, even when being sarcastic about it. You did ‘dig’ it.

It gave him the flare of a true college stud, especially when he decided to join a lesser-known frat and paired the red hat with a Kappa Alpha t-shirt on.

God, you would feel the drool pooling in your mouth the first time he gave you a peek at the new look.

Frat boys weren’t your type, but when Art sported the charisma one could get only from brotherhood, it was just so attractive.

“If you take a picture it will last longer.”

Art appeared in front of you with a red solo cup in one hand and the other stuffed into his jeans. Fuck, you were caught.

Parties became a regular occurrence in Art’s social life, which eventually meant it became one in yours, too. Especially when your mutual friends swear you’re only seen together… which isn’t true!

“You don’t think my eyes are pretty?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at the boy, your intoxicated state influencing the confidence that gushed from your features.

“Very pretty,” he smiled. Art was surprisingly tolerant of his alcohol, which is something you’ve questioned for the past two years of your close friendship. You, on the other hand.

“Mm, like your hat,” you reached a hand up to twist the rim of his cap. Now he had been shadowing his forehead rather than the back of his neck.

Now he looked like a golfing dad, especially with the million dollar twinkle in his eye and the way he charmed you to the bone.

Unhappy with the new look, Art took the hat completely off of his head and fixed it on yours. The canvas material of the hat wrinkled around the width of your head and even slid to the space between your brows. Nonetheless, your smile persisted.

He was convinced it lit up the whole room.

“Your head is big,” was all you could say, giggling at how he rolled his eyes and threatened to take the hat back by lunging one of his large hands toward the cap. You swung up your forearm in defense, turning your head away from the boy.

Art pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, watching you twirl away from his playful attacks. “Mine now?” you asked.

“No-no, but keep it on ‘til the morning,” he flicked your forehead, just above the adjustable snaps of the cap.

You rose an eyebrow in question. “Morning?”

Art didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just wrapped his fingers around the rim of your cup sauntered off to the kitchen.

divider by @benkeibear!

#art donaldson x reader #˚* ੈ🎾‧ art donaldson #josie writes!

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

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More CEORRY smut pls! He’s so HAWT🥵🥵

Got Me Right Where You Want Me*

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breeding, exhibitionism

summary: YN and Harry spend a day on the golf course together, but she won’t make it easy for him

pairing: ceo harry x reader

wc: 5.4k

masterlist | harry styles masterlist | requests open

a/n: i’ve decided i’m gonna try and post a oneshot every friday (key word is TRY😭) and i’ll probably do blurbs in between

Fresh out of the shower with wet hair and a towel around his waist, Harry steps into his and YN’s shared bedroom, humming the tune of the song he’d been listening to. His eyes instantly travel to his wife, who is freshly showered as well, still sitting in the exact same spot she was in when he went to shower. He rolls his eyes fondly as he watched her scroll through her emails with just a towel around her, the cutest look of concentration adorning her face.

Making his way to her, he sits down next to her, and she looks up at him with a soft smile. Returning her smile, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers sweetly. She melts into him and frowns when they pull away, making him chuckle at her.

“Do you want to come with me to the course today?” he questions, standing from the bed and heading to the closet. YN is slightly confused, as he’s never asked her to accompany him before.

“I mean, of course, but what’s the occasion?“ she asks, standing up as well and heading to her side of the closet. Her eyes skim over her clothes as she awaits his answer, a sigh leaving her when she realizes she’d left her white tennis skirt at their London home the last time they visited.

“Just miss you,” he responds, sitting down on his ottoman to pull his shirt over his head. “Been busy all week and we haven’t really had any time together,” he finishes timidly, making YN laugh quietly at him.

Walking over to him, she leans over him and places her hands on his chest. “We’ve been together for ten years and you’re still afraid to admit you love me?” she questions. “I’m starting to think you’re ashamed of me or something,” she teases, heading back to her space to find an outfit.

Harry tuts at her, a frown tugging at his lips. “Oh, shut the fuck up. You know m’not ashamed of you. Never have been, never could be,” he retorts, pulling his pants up before sliding his feet into his shoes.

She laughs heartily at her husband, sitting down to start moisturizing her skin. “Yeah, I bet you can’t be. Especially not when you cried like a baby at our wedding in front of all your tough guy friends,” she teases, making him scoff in mock offence.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he laughs, pushing her shoulder playfully before standing up to loop his belt into his pants. “I still think you’re the one who leaked those pictures,” he mutters, making her double over in laughter at the memory behind the accusation.

He makes his way from the closet with a dimpled grin on his face, headed to the garage to get his clubs. “I’m ready whenever you are, gonna be in the Range Rover,” he calls, and she nods in agreement although he can’t see her.

Standing back up, she skims her closet once more, dragging her finger along each item of clothing as she tries to decide what to wear. She knows it’s nearly 100°F in LA, so she needs something that’ll keep her cool.

Her eyes land on a purple, thin, tennis dress, and her face lights up as it’s absolutely perfect. It matches Harry’s shirt almost perfectly, and it’s thin enough to keep her cool out in the summer heat.

Taking it off the hanger, she smiles as she notices just how short it is, and knowing that it will be even shorter once it’s on her body. She slides on a decides against a bra, knowing it’ll be uncomfortable in the material and she can use it to her advantage anyways.

She immediately slips the dress over her head before deciding on some plain white sneakers and putting on some jewelry and perfume before heading out of the closet and down to the car where Harry is waiting for her.

In no rush at all, she takes her time and makes her way down to the garage, anticipating Harry’s reaction. She closes the door behind her and slips into the car without a word, buckling her seatbelt.

Harry’s eyes are practically burning her skin with how hard he’s staring, and she doesn’t even have to look at him to know that his eyes are bulging out of his head.

Turning to look at him, she puts on a look of faux confusion as she eyes him. “Are you okay?” she questions innocently, placing her arm on his bicep.

Her touch seems to snap him out of the trance, and he clears his throat with a small nod before pulling out of the garage and heading down the road. A small smirk plays on YN’s lips as they make the drive there, loving how fidgety Harry is beside her. She can clearly see his jaw clench every time he spares her a glance before swallowing thickly, his Adam’s Apple straining against the skin of his throat.

When the two are sat at a red light, YN decides to take it a step further. Reaching over, she places a hand on his thigh and feels the thick muscle twitch beneath her palm. Harry glares at her for a split second before the light turns green, his eyes snapping back to the road ahead.

A sigh of relief passes through his lips when he sees the familiar greenery of their country club’s golf course, ready to get out of the car that’s so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. He practically speeds into his reserved parking spot, throwing the car in park and leaning back to rest against the seat.

Still smirking, YN moves her hand from his thigh to the very prominent bulge in his slacks, grazing it gently. She’s filled with satisfaction when he inhales sharply and cuts his eyes to hers in anger.

Before he can retaliate, she’s slipping out of the car quickly, and he’s not even a little bit surprised when she ‘drops’ her visor on the ground outside the car only to bend down to pick it up.

His eyes are bulging out of his head once again as he has a full view of her barely covered ass, making him stifle a groan. He can’t even form any words to speak, not that he’d get a word in anyways as she closes the door and heads into the building, a smug smile on her face.

In the car, Harry’s mouth is agape as he recalls each event he’s gone through since he stepped out of his shower, palming his cock as he realizes her game. He’s so hard it hurts, but he tries his best to will the boner away, all while coming up with a plan to even the score.

Rolling her eyes in frustration, YN flips Harry the middle finger as he turns to look at her, a dimpled smile on his face. Sweat is glistening on his forehead, dripping down the side of his face in the humid LA heat, and YN is damn near dripping down her thighs as she watches him play.

Ever since Harry set foot into the country club with a dimpled grin on his face, YN knew she’d fucked up by teasing him the way she did. No matter how nervous she gets, though, she refuses to show it.

With each precise swing of his favourite club, Harry makes sure to flex his muscles extra hard, and groans extra loud when the ball doesn’t go as far as he’d like.

After each of these, he cuts his eyes to his wife who is trying to act like it’s not affecting her, but he can see through her tough act. Just the thought of her dripping into her panties but acting like she isn’t has his knees weak.

About three holes in, Harry decides to take a break and go inside the club for some much needed air. He hops onto his reserved golf cart beside his wife and leans over to give her a peck on the lips before driving toward the building.

His smirk is still very evident when he places his free hand on her thigh that’s closest to him, and YN thinks nothing of it as it is a normal gesture. When he moves his hand up higher to the bottom of her dress, her breath hitches and she whips her head to look at him as she realizes what he’s doing.

“You’re not funny, H,” she hisses, a scowl on her face as his fingers touch the crevice where her thigh and pelvis meet.

Harry scoffs out a sarcastic laugh at her comment before he speaks up. “Yeah, but it was funny when you did it, hm?” he retorts, making the sharp turn that leads them to the concrete road. The movement makes his hand graze right over her pussy, and the both of them gasp quietly at the feeling.

Smirking, Harry turns his head to her for a split second. “It’s not funny. I see,” he mutters. “‘s not funny because you’re dripping into your panties and you want me to do something about it, right?” he questions, pulling into the parking spot and killing the engine.

He doesn’t even give her time to answer before he’s pushing down right where her clit is, making her choke out a moan.

Just as she starts to buck her hips into his hand, he pulls away, laughing loudly as she whines in frustration. “Should’ve thought about that before you started this, Pet,” he teases, waiting for her to climb out of the cart and head inside.

He reaches his hand out for hers, but she angrily stoops past him, upset that he’s beat her at her own game. The action makes him laugh even harder, shaking his head at his prideful wife.

Once inside the club, Harry gruffly greets everyone he knows, ignoring the ogling women around him. He truly only has eyes for his wife, not even bothering to look their way. Each woman has their eyes on him as he steps in, confused as to why he stood waiting by the entrance.

All of their confusion quickly moulds into jealousy as they see a beautiful woman enter the building, a pretty dress on that is the same colour as Harry’s shirt. They each take note of how he smiles softly at her and wraps his arm around her waist to keep her close, a stark contrast to the way he interacts with others.

The club is silent as the two make their way to the bar, watching the way his arm never leaves her body. No one has ever seen YN, let alone the way he treats her differently than everyone else.

The two of them just end up getting waters, parched from the heat. Despite the fact that water is free there, Harry makes sure to slap two $100 bills onto the counter once they receive their drinks.

It’s no longer silent in the club, the onlookers going back about their day as the two are literally just drinking water. Once the two are all refreshed from the cold drinks, Harry places a ringed hand on YN’s thigh once again, making her jump slightly at the coldness of his palm.

She has to stifle a groan when he picks up where he left off earlier, toying with the edge of her panties before pulling them to the side and swiping a finger through her folds. The action has her eyes rolling into her head when he grazes her sensitive clit, and then he just pulls away.

YN groans in frustration at the teasing, leaning up to whisper in his ear angrily. “Okay, it’s not fucking funny anymore,” she grits out, making Harry’s eyes widen slightly in shock. “If you aren’t going to fuck me then stop fucking touching me,” she finishes, sitting up straight once more.

Turning her head, she looks at her husband and immediately knows she fucked up. His eyes have darkened and his jaw is clenched. Unsurprisingly, the sight only turns her on even more, and she has to squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing between her legs.

“In the fucking bathroom. I want you bent over the sink with y’panties down,” he demands, pinching her clit slightly and making her whimper at the slight pain that shoots up her spine. “And don’t even think about touching yourself. You’re already in trouble,” he warns, snapping her panties back into place and taking another drink of his water.

She practically scrambles as she hurries to the family bathroom, doing as he says and hoping that no one comes in and sees her exposed this way.

It’s definitely been over ten minutes by the time she’s getting so desperate she can barely wait, and then the door swings open, making her tense. She hears a familiar hum of satisfaction from behind her, and she relaxes as it’s only her husband.

Closing the door behind him, he doesn’t take his eyes off of where she’s dripping for him, watching as a bit of her slick trails down her thighs with how desperate she is.

Stepping up behind her, he swipes a finger over the skin of her thigh and collects some of her arousal before bringing it to his lips. Looking up into the mirror, he finds her eyes as he brings his finger to his mouth.

Moaning at the taste, he watches as YN squirms in discomfort as he pussy throbs at the sight. No more words are exchanged as Harry unbuttons his pants and takes his cock out before using his palm to clean up some of her arousal.

YN is confused for a moment, but it doesn’t last long at all as she watches him wrap his hand around his cock and start to stroke it with her stick.

He groans in pleasure as she whines at the sight, unsure how much more she can take. “Please fuck me. Swear I’ll be good, Daddy. Just please,” she begs, finding his eyes in the mirror.

“Mm, I don’t know, pet,” he tsks, stepping forward and moving the head of his cock through he swollen folds. “You haven’t been on your best behaviour today, so I’m not sure if you deserve it,” he hums in faux thoughtfulness.

She’s near tears at this point, just desperate to feel him deep inside of her and stretching her out. “I swear I do, I didn’t meant it,” her eyes are still boring into his. “I’ll be such a good girl, just-,” she’s immediately cut off with a gasp that melts into a moan, as Harry decided to push his cock into her in one quick thrust.

Her hands are gripping the counter tightly as he bottoms out, her jaw dropped as she hears him groan behind her. She’s so fucking full of him, feeling each ridge and vein of his cock grazing her sensitive walls.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Daddy,” she babbles, feeling the head of his cock pressed slightly against her cervix.

The slight pain has her head spinning, and he’s just pressed up against her as he lets her adjust. When she’s fully relaxed, she gives him a slight nod of permission to begin thrusting into her.

Harry wastes absolutely no time, pulling out until only the tip of him is resting inside of her before slamming back into her and burying himself to the hilt.

The force of the thrust sends her flying forward, a choked moan falling from her lips at the feeling. He repeats the action over and over, and she’s sure she’ll have bruises on her torso in the morning from how rough it is. But she wouldn’t change it, not at all. Especially not with the way he’s making her feel so good she can barely form a coherent sentence.

Cries and moans are accompanied by the sound of Harry’s hips hitting her ass with each thrust, giving everyone outside a mental image of exactly what’s going on behind the bathroom doors.

That thought doesn’t stop him, though. If anything, it gave him the motivation to keep up the pace, absolutely wrecking his wife. His fingers are digging into her hips as he pulls her back to meet each thrust as well as keeping her stable.

Removing one hand from her hip, he brings it down onto her backside harshly, listening to her cry out and feeling her clench around him. “Gonna cum?” he questions, watching as she squeezes her eyes shut and nods, ready to cum then and there.

Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, though, she feels her orgasm slipping away and she’s empty as Harry pulls out of her, stroking his cock furiously before sliding the tip back into her at the last moment and cumming inside her contracting walls with a throaty groan.

She whines in frustration, slamming her hand down onto the counter as she squeezes her shaking thighs together for some sort of stimulation.

She looks up at him questioningly, the sadness on her face almost making him feel bad. Almost. The remorse is quickly turned back into arousal as he sees his cum leaking from her and down her thighs a bit.

“Fuck,” he pants, tucking his cock back into his slacks. “I should make you sit out there in a puddle of my cum but I need you home so I can really take you,” he spits before spanking her ass once more.

She moans deeply at the sharp sting as he rubs the sore spot before pulling her panties back up. “Cmon, let’s get to the car,” he tells her, and she instantly obliges.

The two walk back out into the main area, ignoring the shocked looks of the other members as it’s very obvious what they were doing in the bathroom.

Once they’re back in the car, YN is still very angry at her mean husband, but at the same time she knows she deserved it for being a brat. She just didn’t think he’d deny her of an orgasm.

The radio is on in the car, and it’s the only sound they can hear beside the engine. YN’s arms are folded neatly in her lap as she tries to avoid more punishment, already knowing he’s angry.

“Pull y’panties down,” he demands suddenly, making YN look at him in shock before immediately doing what he requested as she takes in the firm look on his face. “Rub your clit a little. Just real soft and slow,” he tells her, eyeing her as she places one leg on the dashboard and passes him the panties.

She wastes absolutely no more time, bringing two fingers between her messy folds and then up to her swollen clit before rubbing slowly and softly, just as he’d told her to. The stimulation feels so good, and she squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back against the seat as she tries not to speed her hand up.

“Would y’look at that,” he muses, basking in the sound of her breathy whines as he watches her tease herself. “Y’panties are all ruined, poor thing,” he smirks.

She cries out in frustration and pleasure as she circles her clit again, the slow torture only making her angry.

He hums in faux sympathy, looking over at her for a brief second. “Do y’need Daddy to take care of you?” he questions, smiling softly as she nods furiously. “Oh, Pet,” he tsks. “Should’ve thought about that, hm?” he continues. “Slap y’cunt five times. Hard. Then put your legs back down,” he finishes, making her groan at the demand.

She follows his orders immediately, the stinging pain of the slaps making her jump and cry out in pain. She doesn’t let up, though, finishing up the request before closing her legs tightly and fixing her dress once more.

Harry gives her a towel to clean his cum from her hand before they continue the drive in silence, YN anticipating what’s to come.

By the time they arrive at home, nervous isn’t the word to describe what YN is feeling, not in the slightest. She’s kind of shaky, but Harry places a warm hand on her thigh and calms her down, his gentle touch letting her know that there’s nothing to worry about. He will always take care of her.

Stepping out of the car with her panties in pocket, Harry walks around to the passenger door and helps her out, letting her go in front of him to punch in the code to get into their home.

He closes the door gently, taking his shoes off as she does the same. “You can take a seat on the couch, I’ll be back down after I take a shower,” he tells her before pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. Yet another gesture to let her know he isn’t too angry anymore.

She nods and does as he says, just scrolling on her phone for a few minutes until she hears a knock on the front door. Confusion fills her, she’s not expecting anyone and she hopes Harry isn’t at a time like this.

Opening the door, YN is honestly saddened to see Niall, Harry’s best friend, on the other side of the door in some casual clothing.

Leaning down to give her a hug, he places a friendly kiss on YN’s forehead as she invites him in. He starts to slip his shoes from his feet, making YN frown and groan under her breath.

“Hey, YN. I hope you guys don’t mind I came over. My girlfriend and her friends are having a girls day so I’m gonna bother you two for a couple hours,” he tells her, making his way to the couch and sitting down exactly where YN had been sat just moments before.

“No, no! Don’t-“ YN tries to warn him, but he’s already sat there and getting comfortable, turning on the television in front of him.

“Don’t worry,” he continues. “It’ll be like I’m not even here,” he finishes.

“Alright,” YN sighs, still standing near the couch. “Do you want a drink or something?” she questions, and he shakes his head.

“No, you just go about whatever you were doing. Thanks,” he smiles, turning back to the television.

“I fucking wish,” YN mutters, headed to the kitchen to get a drink. She rests at the counter with her elbows against it, completely forgetting about how she was pantiless and still dripping with her husband’s cum. Not long after, she feels a presence behind her, making her jump in fear.

“Shh, it’s just me,” Harry chuckles, making her relax. She takes in the scent of his body wash and shampoo, seeing his wet hair before noticing that he’s only dressed in a towel.

“Come upstairs with me. Gonna take care of you, okay?” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and then repeating the action all the way up her neck, making her whine and squirm.

“We can’t, Niall is here,” she grumbles, and he gives her a look that shows he clearly doesn’t care.

“I know, I saw him come in on the doorbell camera,” he answers. “Just gonna have to be a little quieter than normal, can you handle that?” he asks her, laughing as she nods quickly.

Grabbing her hand, he pulls her with him as he quietly runs up the stairs and into their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

“On y’back. Need to eat your cunt before anything else,” he tells her, and she immediately scrambled to do so, desperate to feel him on her in any way she can.

He climbs on the bed after her and spreads her legs, eyeing her messy cunt before him. He’s rock hard by now, his cock throbbing and aching as he needs to be inside her again and feel her cum around his cock.

Lying down on his stomach, he wastes no time, diving in immediately and swiping his tongue through her dripping folds. Both of them groan at that, YN from the feeling and Harry from the taste of his cum on her.

He closes his eyes and works on her, not letting up for even a second as she pants heavily above him. He’s so hard that he subconsciously starts grinding into the duvet, chasing an orgasm as well.

The towel is still wrapped around his waist, the semi rough fibres grazing his sensitive cock perfectly with each push of his hips into the bedding. The feeling makes him groan against her, only pushing her closer to her orgasm.

“Please, can I cum?” she cries out quietly, reaching down and pushing his head tighter to her. He hums and tries his best to nod, giving her permission to finally cum.

She cums then and there, and it’s so hard she has to squeeze her eyes shut and turn her head to bite down onto the pillow beneath her head. It’s all she can do to keep herself from screaming, her legs shaking around his head as she cums so hard there are stars behind her eyelids.

He keeps licking at her until she whines and pushes him away, making him sit up, panting. “Holy shit we taste so good together,” he mutters, causing her to let out a snort.

“We’re not done, though. Ready for me now?” he asks her, and she laughs in shock before nodding at him.

He quickly helps her to lie on her side, getting behind her and lifting her leg to be over his waist. It’s no secret that it’s her favourite position, allowing her to be close to him as well as feel him so deeply. And it’s his favourite just because it’s her favourite.

Grabbing his cock, he slides the head through her swollen folds for a few seconds before lining up with her hole and slowly sliding in, making her eyes roll back as she gets what she needs.

She lets out a loud moan when he bottoms out, making Harry quickly place his hand over her mouth. “Hush, Pet. Don’t want us to get caught with m,cock deep in you, do you?” he teases, groaning when she clenches down on him at his words. That makes him hum in realization, pulling out just to push his cock back into her before repeating the action over and over at a consistent pace.

Neither of them know that Niall has gone on a search for them, calling their names quietly as he explores the house. Stopping outside of the bedroom door, he hears the faint sound of clapping of some sort, making him stop and listen.

“I bet you want him to hear, hm?” he teases darkly, listening to her whines and moans as she accommodates him fully. “Want m’bestfriend to hear how much of a whore you are for me,” he finishes.

His words have her crying out in pleasure, and he squeezes his hand even tighter around her throat. She claws at his wrist as she struggles to breathe, but he knows she truly doesn’t want him to stop because she didn’t tap him three times.

“Shut the fuck up, ‘m not gonna stop fucking you until you soak my cock and I fill you up again,” he grits, ignoring the sound of Niall groaning in frustration.

The two hear a groan on the other side of their locked door, but he doesn’t let up on his bruising thrusts. “You guys are fucking disgusting, I’m just going to leave,” Niall calls as he makes his way back downstairs with a disgusted look on his face. “Fuck like rabbits, I swear,” he mutters before slamming their front door shut.

YN’s eyes are rolled back into her head, her hand clawing at Harry’s wrist even harder, warning him of her orgasm, knowing it’s going to be big. Leaning down, Harry bites down on her ear gently before pulling away. “I know, baby. Gonna cum again, hm?” he questions, although he already knows the answer.

She nods against the force of him furiously, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to hold off on her orgasm until he gives her permission. Opening her chapped lips, she manages to breathe out, “P-please,” she begs, her voice raspy. Leaning down once more, he presses some gentle kisses all over her neck before sucking on the spot gently.

Wanting to torture her a bit more, he smirks against her skin before he pulls away. “Please, what? What do you want?” he questions, loving the way she chokes and cries out in frustration, tears streaming down her face. “Tell me what you need, use your words, pet,” he hums, feeling her lock up around him once more.

After numerous attempts, and in between gasps for air, she can finally get it out as her lower body practically goes numb. “Please, let me cum,” she begs, feeling her stomach clench almost painfully.

Deciding to end his torment, he nods against her. “Yeah, pet. Cum for Daddy,” he rasps, nearing his orgasm as well. Immediately after he’s finished speaking, he feels her relax around him before locking down on him so tightly that he bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a scream of pleasure.

Her orgasm overloads almost all of his senses; he can hear, feel, and see her orgasm take over her body. The way her breath hitches in her throat and she lets out an almost animalistic groan fills his ears, her tight hole clenching down on him once more as he doesn’t stop his thrusts, the feeling of her orgasm soaking the both of their thighs making him look down as the clear liquid comes from her vagina.

All of those things combined send him over the edge with a silent scream, his face scrunched up as his orgasm is nearly painful with how tight his balls and stomach are.

His thrusts never cease, feeling her flutter around him as he fills her for the last time tonight as she relaxes fully, exhausted. He finally lets go of her throat as she starts to lose consciousness, rubbing up and down her body to ground her and cooing to her to let her know he’s there.

Not even removing himself from her still contracting hole, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as she comes down slowly. The two stay that way until he has completely softened inside of her and her breathing is no longer shaky and uneven.

Her eyes are still closed in exhaustion when he slowly pulls himself out of her, a small hiss leaving his lips at the temperature change. With another chaste kiss to the side of her face, he lets her know that he’s going to get a washcloth for her, knowing she doesn’t have the energy to move from the bed.

She responds with a tired hum, her eyes still closed. While away, Harry wets a washcloth with warm water before grabbing some relieving cream, and on the way back to his wife he grabs a pair of loose cotton panties for her to sleep in.

Making his way to her, he spreads her legs gingerly before wincing at how swollen she is, guilt filling him. He wipes gently, but obviously not gentle enough as she cries out softly in pain as he grazes her sensitive clit.

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, being way gentler as he finishes up. As soon as he’s done, he grabs some relieving cream and puts a bit on her before sliding some panties up her legs, rubbing her thighs when she whines slightly in discomfort. “I know, I know. You just need to sleep in them tonight and then you can breathe tomorrow,” he tells her, wiping some sweat from her forehead.

She nods weakly and snuggles into his hand, the warmth making her feel comfortable and even sleepier than she already was. Harry chuckles quietly before cleaning himself up quickly and taking the washcloth back into the bathroom before he pulls some boxers on.

He’s back at her side instantly, helping her weakened body out of the bed and across the hall to their guest bedroom, making sure he tells her what he’s doing to keep her grounded. The blankets are quickly pulled back before he helps her underneath them, and then he’s climbing under them himself, exhausted from his multiple orgasms as well.

No time is wasted before he’s wrapping his arms around her and looking down, only to see that she’s already asleep, her breathing quiet and even. With one last chuckle, he presses a kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes, drifting to sleep as well.

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 8 months

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Rafe Cameron loves your little golf outfits but also hates them at the same time. Loves that you color coordinate with what he wears but hates when his friend’s eyes linger a second too long. He loves the way you show just a fraction of your toned stomach but hates the way Topper's fingers always seem to brush your arm. He loves the way your little skirts sway when you swing the club, hates the way the men suddenly crouch down when you’re bending over. He would never tell you not to wear it, instead he’d slip a bottle of laxatives and some cash to the waitstaff and have them drop a pill into everyone’s glass. Usually he would resort to violence and punch everyone’s face in for even looking your way. But he’d promised you that he would cut back and try to sort things out by using his words.

Your eyes would widen when everyone started to scatter from the golf field, turning slowly to look at Rafe who was admiring the way your skirt started to flutter up from the breeze.

“Rafe”

“Mhmm?”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing baby… go on keep playing”

And you would because you secretly enjoyed playing golf but you also loved giving your boyfriend a little show.

You’d hit maybe two more balls before he was hauling your ass into the buggy and driving you over towards the Bushland, pressing your back against the scratchy bark and ruffling your skirt up to your waist.

“So needy baby”

He’d respond by sucking harshly at your neck and slipping his fingers into your panties, rubbing lazy circles on your swollen nub. You’d let out soft pants and cries as he brought you closer to your release, slipping two of his long fingers into your dripping cunt. “Fuck baby” you’d cry, pressing your hips into his hand to get him deeper. “I need more”.

He’d oblige, pulling your panties down your legs and pulling his heavy hard cock from its restraints, you wouldn’t give him any time to think before slipping your bare cunt down his shaft. “Fuck” he’d groan, tightening his arm around your waist and pressing his palm against the tree to steady the two of you.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he thrust into you, angling his cock to hit your spongy soft spot sending waves of pleasure up your spine. “Oh fuck princess… so fucking wet”.

“Wet for you, you looking so fucking good in your golf clothes… I was aching to touch you”

He’d grind harder, his lower stomach rubbing on your clit. Your fingers would slide under his shirt and nails scratch at the expanse of his upper back, leaving behind pink lines. Heels of your feet digging into his lower back as his cock slides in and out of your messy hole, juices everywhere and anywhere. The tip of his cock throbbed against your walls causing you to clamp around him and suck him further. “Fuck.. Rafe.. so close”

Sweat dripped down your lips, his own mouth on yours moments later licking up the salty bead as his tongue explored your mouth. Breathy moans and groans swallowed by his mouth, your orgasm tickles your toes, up your calves until it erupted in your pussy. Pulsating around his cock as you came from the pure pleasure of his aching cock. “Oh shit! Fuck Rafe!”

He was right behind you, your pussy milking him dry, his cum coating your walls. “Shit princess” he’s kiss your collarbone and slumped against your and the tree, pulling himself out of you and grabbing your panties from the floor. “Be a good girl” he says, grasping your calf and helping you back into your panties. His hand reaches up your skirt and palms your pussy, his cum soaking the thin material. “Let’s finish the game” “but” “no but, let’s finish the game. I want to watch you play while my cum drips from your pretty pussy”

Smacking you on the butt and pushing you towards the golf buggy, you bite your lower lip and take a seat like the good girl you are.

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mountsmase · 1 year

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a/n: hi 🤭 I just wanted to say a quick thank you for all of the love on my last fic, I was so nervous to post it and it means the world that you all enjoyed it 🩷 this fic is just a little something that came to my mind after all the golf content we got last weekend and it ended up being so much longer than I thought 👀 I loved writing this but it is still only the second piece of smut I’ve ever written, so it’s not perfect but I really do hope you guys enjoy it 🩷

word count: 5k

genre: Smut/Fluff

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Patience - MM7

You watch as Mason approaches the tee box, failing to follow the path of the ball when he eventually hits it.

The flexing of his muscles and the black ink of his tattoos a much more appealing sight to you, which you find yourself struggling to pull your gaze away from.

You’re currently sat on the cold, faux leather seat of a golf buggy, playing spectator whilst Mason plays a round of golf with a few of his friends.

It’s a rare week where neither of you have any obligations. International break has given him some free time after a busy month of matches and you finally have some time off work.

You knew he’d be playing golf with the boys today, and when he initially invited you to join them a couple of days ago you’d been hesitant and had ultimately said no. Letting him know that you wanted him to spend some uninterrupted quality time with his friends, which is something he’s not been able to do in a while.

He’d been pouty, arguing that he’d not been able to spend time with you in a while either, but you managed to convince him to go without you, really not wanting to infringe on his time with his friends. After all, you had the whole rest of the week to spend together, you could last one more day being without each other.

Or so you thought.

When he rolled out of bed early this morning, placing a quick kiss onto your forehead before asking you one more time if you wanted to join him, you caved.

Suddenly not so keen on the idea of being without him all day when you watched him change in to a simple black shirt with trousers that hug his body perfectly.

So here you are.

Woody steps up to take his shot and Mase makes his way back over to the cart. He puts his club away before settling into the seat next to you and takes the moment where the boys are distracted to pull you closer to him. Your body practically on top of his on the little leather bench.

You can’t help but sink into him as he peppers kisses on your shoulder, the light scratch of his beard sending shivers along your body as he continues his way up your neck, your hand landing on his thigh out of instinct.

When he sucks lightly on your soft spot, you slide you hand up a little higher, fingers grasping gently at his skin when you feel the hem of his boxers through the material of his trousers. Two can play at this game.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Masey” you whisper close to his ear.

“Who said anything about stopping?” He replies casually, a little too casually for your liking and when you catch that mischievous glint in his eye you know you’re not going to like whatever he says next.

“Just need to learn a little patience baby, I’m all yours once we’re home, promise” he murmurs close to your ear, placing one last kiss to your shoulder and your whole body heats up at the thought of being alone with him later.

You’re pulled out of your bubble when the rest of the boys climb into their respective carts, pulling away to go and find their balls.

Mason sends you a cheeky wink, hand settling high on your thigh as he follows them down towards the fairway and it’s then that you realise you’re in for a long afternoon.

The rest of the day goes by way too slowly, the time dragging as Mason does everything in his power to rile you up.

He’s always doing something, resting his hand a little too high up your thigh, his head falling into your neck and leaving barely there kisses to your skin when the others aren’t looking, brushing his fingers over you skin or resting against the side of the golf buggy, arms on full display whilst he acts completely innocent. It’s all driving you crazy.

His incessant teasing makes the minuets feel like hours and your patience is wearing thin.

Your busy schedules have meant you’ve not really had time to be intimate together recently, with one of you always being too tired or just generally not having the time.

You miss him loads, and that - combined with his endless teasing and the promises he made earlier - has your mind spiralling every time he so much as looks in your direction.

And you know you’re done for when he messes up his shot at a later hole, letting out a ‘fuck’ as he throws his head back.

All the boys laugh with him, but you find your mind in a completely different place. The sound of the groan leaving his lips and the stretch of his neck as he tilts it back sending a rush of heat straight to your core.

You know in that moment that you need to get him home soon, the urge to touch him becoming harder to resist by the second.

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“Finally,” you mutter, speaking under your breath when he pulls his car into the driveway of your shared home many hours later.

You can’t deny that you had a great day, enjoying the time you got to spend with him and his friends, but, after watching him play a full 18 holes, and then having to sit through a long meal at the club house, you’re glad to finally be alone with him - not to mention how incredibly worked up you are after all of his teasing.

You enter the house in front of him, kicking off your shoes before rushing upstairs, leaving him to lock up behind you.

You make your way into your bedroom and plug your phone into charge before heading over to your full length mirror to begin removing your jewellery.

Mase isn’t far behind you and you can see him entering the bedroom in the reflection of the mirror, closing the door softly behind him before making a beeline for you.

He stands behind you, meeting your gaze in the mirror and you almost melt when he reaches up, his fingertips brushing against your skin as he unclips your necklace.

He leans over, placing it into your little jewellery box that sits on the cabinet beside the mirror, and you feel goosebumps spread all over when his chest brushes against your back.

His hands gravitate to your hips, wordlessly turning you around so that you’re facing him and he barely gives you time to prepare before he’s crashing his lips into yours.

His plush lips move against yours in perfect sync, and he’s tightening his grip on your waist to pull you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together and your hands find his shoulders frantically. Needing something to hold onto when you feel his bulge press into you through the layers of clothing that separate you.

He coaxes your lips open, slipping his tongue into your mouth and the way he brushes it against yours in slow, languid strokes has all over thoughts leaving your mind until all that’s left is him. Him and his lips and his hands that are roaming all over your body.

“Been waiting for this all day” he says between kisses, chuckling against your mouth and you can’t help but roll your eyes. The two of you knowing full well that he was the one making you do the waiting.

His lips disappear from yours, head burying into your neck, carefully nipping at your delicate skin and if it weren’t for his hands on your hips, you would’ve melted to the floor then and there.

“Mase” you sigh when he sucks against your sensitive skin, the feeling of his warm lips and the scratch of his beard against your skin sending pleasure shooting down your spine.

Your hands grip onto his shoulders, his own roaming over your back and you arch up into him when he finds your sweet spot, teeth grazing the skin before sucking harshly.

“Mason, please” you whimper,

He smirks up at you, “Please what, bubs?”

“You know what”

“I don’t think I do,” he teases, “tell me what you want, baby girl”

“You, your mouth, your fingers, anything, please”

The heat of his body leaves yours and he wordlessly guides you over to the bed, pushing you down gently to sit on the mattress.

“Arms up” he instructs, and you do as he asks, lifting your arms in the air so that he can pull your t-shirt over your head and a groan rumbles in his throat when he notices the bra you’re wearing, the white lacy fabric leaving little to the imagination.

“Lie back for me, baby” he murmurs, and when your back hits the mattress, his lips are quick in finding your collar bone.

He scatters sloppy, open mouth kisses along your chest, stopping every now and then to pay extra attention to the spots where he knows you’re most sensitive.

The little noises leaving your lips spur him on as he makes his way further down your body, not leaving a single inch of skin untouched by his lips.

When he finally meets the waist band of your jeans he taps your hips in a silent request, and you lift them off the bed so that he can pull the denim down and over your legs.

Your panties follow close behind and you’re left bare in front of him.

“So pretty, baby, all of you” he says softly, breath fanning across your hip and his dark eyes meet your shy ones, your whole body flushing at his praise.

Your hands cover your face as he takes in your body beneath his, suddenly feeling insecure under his intense gaze.

“Hey, none of that, no hiding” he climbs up your body, moving your hands away from your face before brushing his lips over yours, “Please don’t ever hide from me, gorgeous”

He entwines his fingers with yours, placing a kiss to each of your knuckles before settling them beside you. Once he’s satisfied you won’t try and shy away from him again, he slides back down your body, kneeling on the carpet and settling in between your legs.

“Can I?” He hums against your thigh, and when he hears you let out a breathy ‘yes’ he leans forward, pressing a barely there kiss to your clit before licking up your entrance.

He works you up slowly, tongue moving skilfully through your folds and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, the vibrations travelling all over your body. Your head falls back and eyes flutter closed in bliss as he continues to lap at you.

His hand reaches up and takes one of yours, tangling your fingers and letting you squeeze and hold onto him as your body becomes overrun with pleasure.

“Fuck, Mase, feels so good. Don’t stop” you plead and his tongue dips into your entrance, nose nudging against your clit as he begins to eat you out like you’re his last meal.

Your free hand sinks into his hair, needing something else to hold onto as pleasure strikes up your spine, and a satisfied groan rumbles in his throat at the feeling of your hand in his hair.

You begin to squirm against him, struggling to stay still as he continues to suck and lap against you and he hooks his arm under your thigh, hand finding your hip in an attempt to keep you still.

“Shit - Mase - gonna make me cum” you whine and hold on to his hand a little harder.

“Come on, let go for me bubba, I’ve got you” his voice is so soft, so opposite to his actions as he suctions his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive nub and that’s all it takes to have you crashing over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, your body thrashing against the mattress as Mason works you through it.

He soothes his tongue over you, working you through it until your whimpering in sensitivity, your hand weakly pushing at his head.

He removes his mouth from you, leaning back so that he can look up at you properly and he swears he’s never seen a more beautiful sight. You, sprawled out on the mattress, hair spread around you like halo, flush covering your cheeks as you smile down at him lazily.

You reach down, hand cupping his cheek and you use your thumb to swipe away a small drop of your cum from his chin before holding it against his lips.

“Taste incredible, baby” he hums around your thumb when he sucks it into his mouth, licking the drop from your fingertip.

He climbs back over you, lips finding yours in a soft kiss and you thread your fingers through his hair, revelling in the weight of his body against yours.

You allow yourself to bask in the brief moment of bliss, letting yourself regain composure after your orgasm.

But it’s not long until you get fidgety again, overcome with the need to touch him.

Your hand makes its way over his clothed shoulder, pushing slightly and you use all of your strength to roll him over, straddling his thighs as he relaxes back into the sheets.

“You’ve got way too many clothes on” you mumble and he chuckles against your lips, sitting up slightly to allow you to pull his shirt over his head.

His trousers are next to go, your fingers finding the button and you’re quick in undoing it, sliding the fabric down his legs with his boxers.

“Much better” you drawl and he lets out a whimper when you lightly scratch your nails across his stomach.

Your lips follow their path, paying special attention to all of his little moles and freckles as you kiss your way down his body, ignoring the area he wants you most to continue your trail down his thighs.

He sucks in a breath and you feel the muscles in his thighs clench when you graze his sensitive skin with your teeth, one of his hands tangling into your hair and tugging gently in an attempt to direct you towards where he needs you.

“Relax, bubba” you whisper against his skin, thumbs rubbing soothing circles and you feel him settle beneath you.

“Y/N, please. I need your mouth baby” he begs when he notices that mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Patience is a virtue Mase. You made me wait and I’m simply returning the favour. Now, hands off.” You smirk up at him and he groans in response, throwing his head back into the pillows.

His arms lays limp beside him, and he throws one over his face when you mumble a quick “good boy”, the praise going straight to his cock and you feel a sense of pride when you see it twitch out the corner of your eye.

Then he’s groaning out in frustration when your hands leave him completely so that you can get a little more comfortable between his legs.

One of your hands returns to his thigh, walking your fingers up his skin slowly and he jolts when you finally touch him, length twitching when you run your fingertip along the underside. Not using enough pressure for him to really feel it, but enough to drive him mad.

Your other hand joins and wraps around his base when you reach his tip, smearing the pre cum that’s collected and he lets out a desperate whimper when he feels your thumb rubbing over his slit.

He feels thick and heavy in your palms when you stack your hand on top of the other and twist them slowly, applying a little more pressure and watching as he squeezes his eyes shut, both of his hands clutching the bed sheets in an attempt to not touch you.

“Feel good, Masey?” you coo and he nods his head quickly, unable to form a coherent sentence as his eyes pop open again, just in time to see you lowering your head.

You wrap your lips around his head, your tongue flicking over his slit and you pull your hands away, bracing them on his thighs as you move your mouth further down his length.

You go as far down as you can, and he hisses at the sensation of his tip hitting the back of your throat before you’re pulling back up.

The moan that leaves his lips has butterflies erupting in your tummy.

“Fuck Angel, feels so good, you’re so - oh fucking hell” he moans and you flutter your eyes open, finding his already on you, blown out pupils staring down at you.

You continue to bob your head, hand coming up to work what you can’t fit inside of your mouth and your fingers and lips work in perfect sync.

When your other hand begins fondling with his balls he can’t help it anymore and his hand goes flying to the back of your head.

You let it slide, gazing up at him through your lashes and by the look on his face and the noises leaving his lips, you can tell he’s in heaven.

“I-I’m close,” he moans, fingers tangling into your hair “gonna cum y/n, oh my god” he pants out as you relax your jaw, taking as much of him as you can until your gagging around him.

“Come for me, Mase” you breath out and with a final twist of your hand, he’s cuming into your mouth.

You swallow all of him, working him through his high and when his hips start bucking up out of sensitivity, you leave one final kiss to his tip before pulling off of him.

“Holy shit, y/n, you’re so good at that” he laughs, scrubbing a hand over his flushed face before reaching out for you.

You settle on top of him, feeling his heart beating where your chest presses against his and you leave a series of kisses up his collar bones, making your way up his neck and to his lips.

His lips meet yours in a soft kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth and when he tastes himself on your own, he lets out a content sigh.

You stay like that for a few minuets, enjoying the calmness of the moment before you feel him hardening again against your thigh.

You giggle as he hides his face in your neck in embarrassment.

“You okay there?”

“Need to be inside you, angel” he speaks into your neck, neediness evident in his voice.

“I’m all yours, love” you send him a cheeky smile, rolling onto your back when he nudges your shoulder and he crawls on top of you.

His fingers fiddle with your bra, pulling the strap back before letting it snap back into place.

“Let’s get this off” he mumbles and you sit up slightly, allowing him to reach around and unhook your bra.

He pulls the straps down your arm, throwing it somewhere behind him and you watch as his pupils dilate at the sight of you completely bare in front of him.

His lips make their way down your chest, and he speaks between kisses.

“So” kiss, “fucking” kiss, “gorgeous” kiss.

The last kiss lands right next to your left nipple and he doesn’t hesitate to shift slightly, lips leaving an open mouthed kiss to the hardened nub.

He brings his hand up, thumb stroking over the neglected nipple and you arch your back in desperation.

“Mason, need you, please baby” you moan breathlessly, and you here him chuckle against your skin.

“You’ve got me baby,” he whispers right next to your ear, leaving a kiss to your cheek as he spreads your legs a little wider and settles between them.

“You ready, bub?” he asks softly and your lips tug up into a smile.

You cup his cheek and lock your eyes onto his, “Yeah, baby. Want to feel you.”

He nods, nudging his nose against yours as he braces one hand beside your head, the other guiding himself between your folds.

Your hand lands on the back of his neck when you feel him sliding into you slowly, wincing at the slight stretch you feel after not being with him like this for a while.

“You okay?” He asks, voice full of concern when he sees the slight look of discomfort on your face.

You meet his worried eyes, nodding in reassurance. “Yeah bub, just go slow please”

“Of course,” he pushes his hips forward, making sure to be gentle whilst he buries himself to the hilt inside of you.

“Let me know when I’m okay to move” his thumb brushes in tender motions over your hip, attempting to sooth any discomfort you may be feeling.

You stay like that for a few moments, his head hidden away in your neck, brushing gentle kisses against your skin whilst he gives you all the time you need to adjust to him.

You slide your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly to get him to look at you.

“You can move, Mase” you whisper when his eyes meet yours.

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, forehead resting against yours and you moan out in unison when he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

He keeps his pace slow, swearing under his breath and digging his teeth into his bottom lip at the feeling of your plush walls surrounding him.

“Missed this so much Angel” his raspy voice is barely audible when he speaks against your lips.

All you can do is nod, unable to find your voice when he picks up his pace but wanting him to know you missed it too.

His warm palms slide up the back of your thighs, finding the curve of your bum before hooking your legs around his waist.

The new angle allows him to to reach much deeper and you feel a bolt of pleasure shoot up your spine when he brushes that special spot inside of you.

“Fuck, Mase. So good” you whimper out, hand finding his shoulder and your holding on so hard that your sure you’ll find little crescent shaped marks there later.

His face finds home in your neck, thrusts faltering slightly when he feels your silky walls clench around him.

“Oh my god, Angel. Going to make me cum already” he stutters, slightly embarrassed at how quickly he’s approaching his second orgasm of the night.

Little does he know, you’re just as close. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“I’m there with you, bub” you move your hips up in time with his, cupping his cheek to move his face from your neck.

You meet his eyes and the sight of him on top of you is almost too much. His hair tousled from your fingers, cheeks flushed and lips swollen as he continues thrusting into you at a brisk pace.

His hand grips at your hip a little tighter and the other grabs your free hand, fingers tangling with yours as he brings them up to rest next to your head.

“Fucking hell, y/n. So tight” he grunts and you let out a string of curse words when you feel your orgasm barrelling towards you.

“Gonna cum, Mase” you sob, eyes squeezing closed as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you.

“I’ve got you, bubba, let go for me” he rasps close to your ear.

And that’s exactly what you do. Moaning out as he hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him as your orgasm hits you like a wave.

Your high is overwhelming, the sound of his voice and moans the only thing you can focus on as your body is overcome with pleasure, the feeling rippling through you leaving you breathless.

Your walls constricting around him is what sends him over the edge, his whimpers are muffled in your neck, his body collapsing on top of yours as he hits his own orgasm.

He keeps himself buried inside of you as you both come down from your highs. Your fingers scratching over his neck and back as he slumps on top of you, completely spent.

Neither of you make the effort to move for a while, and he stays buried inside of you whilst you bask in the serenity of the moment. Your heart rates and breathing slowly returning to normal.

He groans when he eventually pulls out of you, head dropping to your shoulder and you brush a series of kisses over his temple.

“You feel up for showering bubba?” He asks softly, fingers brushing your hair out of your face as he looks down at you lovingly.

You send him a soft smile, nodding lazily and you let him scoop you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you through to the en-suit bathroom.

He switches the bathroom light on, immediately dimming it when you wince from the brightness before he sets you down on the counter.

A kiss is brushed against your temple and then he’s turning around, turning the shower on and making sure it’s the right temperature.

You catch his eyes widening slightly when he turns back to you. “What? Is something wrong?” you ask, slightly alarmed by his expression but his face softens as soon as he hears your voice.

“No Angel, nothing wrong. Let’s just say, it’s a good job we’ve got no plans tomorrow” he chuckles, thumb brushing over your neck and all of your confusion goes away when you turn and look into the mirror.

There’s a dark bruise standing out against your skin, a few lighter ones littered across your chest.

“You really went for it, huh?”

“Sorry” he shrugs, not really looking sorry at all.

“No you’re not”

“Nope, not one bit”

You turn back to him, slapping his chest with the back of your hand playfully before he’s helping you down from the counter and guiding you into the shower.

Your body slumps into his when he comes up in front of you. His arms wrap around your waist in a hug and his head finds home in your neck as the water cascades over you.

“love you” his voice is muffled against your skin but you hear him loud and clear, your heart fluttering at the simple phrase.

“Love you too, Masey”

You bring your hand up to the back of his head, fingers running through his damp hair and scratching over his scalp and you feel his chest vibrating against yours when he hums in content.

He steps back and takes your body wash from the little shelf, the familiar citrusy scent engulfing you as he squirts some into his palm, lathering it up before massaging it into your skin.

He pays extra attention to your hips and thighs, helping to sooth the aching skin with his thumbs before shuffling so that you’re both under the water again.

He helps you rinse off, letting you clean him up as well before stepping out of the shower in front of you.

He wraps his own towel around his waist and then takes yours from the heated towel rack, holding it out for you to step into.

When you step out of the shower, his arms are immediately circling you again, wrapping you up in the warm towel as pulls you against his chest.

“Someone’s clingy” you utter, looking up at him through your lashes and if he blushes, you can’t tell. The heat from the shower already leaving his cheeks a little flushed.

“Can’t help it, just want to hold my girl” his confession makes your heart warm and you smile up at him softly.

“How about you go and get into bed, I won’t be long and then you can hold me all night” you suggest, the idea sounding more than appealing.

“I’ll get some pj’s ready for you” he says, pressing his lips to your temple before leaving the bathroom so you can finish getting ready for bed.

Your quick in finishing up your skin care routine, not bothering with any extra serums tonight, the thought of him waiting in bed for you being way more appealing than the idea of standing in this bathroom for even a minute longer.

You switch the bathroom light off and enter the much softer atmosphere of the bedroom. Mase is already tucked up in bed waiting for you, looking all cozy and snug under the duvet.

Some fresh panties and one of his shirts sit a neat pile at the end of the bed and you quickly pull them on, throwing your towel into the laundry basket before climbing into bed next to him.

“Feeling okay, bubba?”

“I need to watch you play golf more often” you giggle, settling into bed next to him.

“Oh, definitely” he sighs, hooking an arm over your waist and sliding you closer to him.

“Seriously though, thank you for coming with me today, I know we’ve technically still seen each other everyday but I really have missed you the last couple of weeks” he speaks shyly, and you can just about make out the blush littering his cheeks in the warm light.

“I missed you too,” you lean up and meet his eyes, “so much”

His hand goes to the back of your neck when you lean in to kiss him. It’s slow, calm and loving as he works his lips against yours carefully.

You rest your head again his bare chest when you pull away, snuggling into him and relaxing completely against his body as he reaches over and switches the lamp off.

The room is engulfed in darkness as he shuffles around a little, getting comfy before settling his arms around you.

“Good night, my love” is the last thing he says to you, and you just about manage a quiet ‘good night’ back before you’re drifting off to sleep, Mase not far behind as you both fall into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

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readyforthegarden · 3 months

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Fitting Room

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Adonis and Angel are back for a little adventure! When Angel acts bratty in public, Danny is going to put her in her place, regardless of how far they are from the privacy of their own home.

Warnings: smut, sex in public place, soft dom!danny, restraints, oral (m!receiving), fingering (f!receiving) teasing, choking, full penetration)

WC: 4424

In your entire life, you never thought that you’d be bored while shopping. You loved diving through racks of clothes, boxes of shoes, furniture and decorations, it was like an Olympic sport to you. Trying to find the best deals on what you wanted or needed usually sends a wave of endorphins through you.

But today you were on your last leg, following Danny through the department store searching for new golf shirts. He came home from tour for a nice, long break and suddenly his old shirts were too tight in the arms, and had to go. Not that you were complaining, he put the muscles to good use as soon as the two of you were alone, a new level of stamina coming from this tour as well.

“What do you think about this one?” Danny held up a turquoise colored polo, the sweat resistant material shining in the fluorescent lights above. You could tell your temperament was beginning to get at him too, no longer cheerful in his showing of shirts. You had already snapped a few times, causing him to give you a few looks.

“It’s very nice, honey.” you muttered, folding your arms over your chest. Your eyes were beginning to feel dry from the air conditioning being pumped into the store, and you squinted, pinching the bridge of your nose, hoping the impending headache you felt would go away. “Just like the last fifteen you’ve shown me.”

“What’s with the attitude?” Danny furrowed his brows at you. “You’ve been so snippy today.”

“This is the most boring shopping trip ever.” you groaned, stomping your foot a little. Truth be told, it was more than that. You were tired from a late night out, a little hungover if you had to admit, and you were hungry after only eating half of the strawberry poptart Danny had offered you that morning.

“Oh because it isn’t for you?” Danny challenged, raising an eyebrow with a roll of his eyes.

“No, because every golf shirt is the same!” You reached up, shuffling through a rack. “White polo, blue polo, yellow polo, stripes oh now we’re getting cuh-razy!” you moved toward the wall of more polos and gestured to them. “Just pick a few and let’s go!”

It happened quickly. Danny barely glanced around, and suddenly you were against the polo wall, snug between two racks. Danny’s large, free hand was on your throat, squeezing the sides. Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, and all you received back was something only Danny could master, a tender glare.

“Where is she, hm?” Danny asked softly, giving a soft squeeze to your throat. “Where is my Angel?” He didn’t let you respond. “Instead she’s been replaced with such a brat. I shouldn’t have to tell you more than once to behave. I have half a mind to take you into the fitting room and bend you over my knee for your attitude.”

He saw the sparkle in your eye at his words, your head tilting down to look up at him through your lashes. His hand left your throat, grazing your neck until his fingers were moving up into the hair at the base of your skull. He clenched his fist there, tugging your head back so you had to look down your nose at him. A whine emitted from your throat, and he smirked.

“What? My pretty little Angel didn’t think her god wouldn’t know all her tricks?” Danny laughed under his breath and his voice was lower. A thrill sped up and down your spine, igniting your veins. Adonis was here. “I think you’d like that a little too much.” He glanced down at your chest, watching it rise and fall quickly. “Nah, that’d be too easy. I can’t very well give into you when you’re acting like this.” He let go of your hair, and your head fell forward. His hand now came under your chin, lifting it with his finger, his thumb resting in the middle of your chin. “Be my sweet Angel again and maybe you’ll get rewarded. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you murmured. Danny bent down, capturing your lips in a sweet but demanding kiss before letting go of you entirely.

“I think I’m gonna get the turquoise one.” he nodded, back to the sweet and happy go lucky man he normally was. You were still between the racks on the wall, reeling over Danny acting like that in public. In your time together Danny had helped you explore more sexually than you’d ever considered. You’d found new things that turned you on, learned that you had a taste for roleplay here and there, and you especially liked when Danny introduced a soft dominant side of him. But never had he been this way in public before, and the idea of being so exposed, the risk of being caught had you pressing your thighs together.

You followed Danny around the men’s section, smiling and nodding and giving polite opinions on shirts you knew he didn’t want or like, he simply was testing you. This went on for a few moments until he became distracted, looking for some socks to match his shirt.

“Stay here,” he instructed, handing you the armful of clothes. “I saw a few pairs around the corner.” he mumbled as he was already stepping away. Adjusting the heavy, sweat wicking clothing on your arm, you glanced around, finding you were close to the women’s section of the store. Craning your neck, you tried to see if anything caught your eye. You raised yourself to your tiptoes, and nearly jumped out of your skin when Danny cleared his throat.

“Looking for something?”

“I was just trying to see what they had,” you answer, coming back flat on your feet. Danny gazed at you, then to the clothing section behind you, smiling.

“Well, you’ve been a good girl again so far,” he started, taking the clothes from your arms. “Go ahead and browse a little.” There was a moment's hesitation, and Danny laughed “Go on!”

Stepping around a few racks, you began looking through what the store had to offer you. Sundresses were on sale, and you thumbed through a row of them, a pretty mauvey pink one catching your eye as you moved deeper into the section. Danny watched you like a hawk, eyeing everything you touched. You tried to think, should you pick one out? Or should you pick one you don’t really like in case he teases you and says you can’t have it? This side of Danny was newer to you. In the bedroom games like this were easy, don’t touch yourself until I say, do this do that. In public, you weren’t sure what the rules were.

“You like that one baby?” Danny’s voice was low and soft in your ear. You’d been so focused on getting one step ahead of him you hadn’t realized you had frozen, a powder blue dress in your hand. Swallowing nervously, you nodded. “I don’t.” He removed your hand from the dress and reached up, grabbing another one. This sundress was golden yellow, and he held it out to you.

“This one?” You asked. Danny nodded.

“I’ll even let you try it on, as a treat.” He grinned. “Let’s go find a fitting room-oh wait! I need to go back and get one more thing,”

You sighed before you could stop yourself, and once you realized, looked up at Danny. His eyes were glaring, but his mouth was pulled into a smirk. You fell right into his trap, failed the test. Shoving the clothes in his arm at you again, he stood back.

“Go get a room, I’ll be right there.” Nodding, you scurried off, into the fitting rooms and went to the very last stall, shutting the door. You hung up the shirts and dress, placing the packs of socks on the small shelf. You waited for Danny, ignoring how washed out the overhead lighting made you look in the mirror.

Three sharp raps on the door and you opened it, letting Danny slide inside before shutting and locking it behind him. He gazed at you for a moment, hands behind his back.

“What?” you asked softly, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. Danny smirked, sitting down on the small seat in the room. He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest and grinned.

“Try on that pretty little dress for me.” he commanded, nodding to it on the hanger. Reaching down, you unbuttoned your jean shorts, sliding them down your legs and stepping out of them. Kicking off your shoes you stood in just your socks and underwear after pulling your top over your head. Danny adjusted in his seat, eyes raking up and down your body. He knew you were stalling, and held up a hand, index finger pointing down and moving in a circle to tell you to turn around and continue.

Taking the cotton dress in your hands, you removed the thin straps off the hanger, it was soft and light, and you knew it would make the perfect dress to run errands in or out to dinner. Pulling it over your head, you let the material fall down your body, adjusting it once it was fully on. Forgetting the game at play, you turned to the mirror, reaching into the top and adjusting your breasts in the sewn-in cups, then flattening down the torso.

Twisting and turning in the mirror, you scanned every part of yourself in the dress, targeting every flaw and positive you could find. It wasn’t until Danny’s hands rested on your shoulders that you stopped. Looking at him in the mirror, he met your gaze, smiling softly.

“There’s my Angel,” he murmured softly. “You look so pretty in this dress, in this color.” his right hand, traveled softly up and down your arm, caressing it and leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Are you my sunshine again?”

“Yes, Danny,” Danny’s smile fell.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Adonis,” you whispered. Danny turned his head, his nose burying into your hair and he inhaled deeply. His slow exhale was warm against your skin and in your hair, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

“That’s right,” he murmured into your hair. His left hand left your body, reaching behind him. He stood back from you, slightly to the side so you could see as he slid a brown leather belt from his back pocket. Hearing the material softly move through his hands as he made a loop made your pulse race. Softly snapping it a few times, he watched your face, noting the excited gleam in your eyes. “Do you like this?”

“Yes, Adonis,” your voice was a whisper. Anxiety and excitement swirled together in your stomach, watching him step closer. You were preparing to be bent over and spanked, but instead he approached, coming around you and standing in front of your reflection.

“Hands in front or behind?” you took a few moments to decide, Danny being patient as you made up your mind. You held your wrists out to him, and he smiled, beginning to loop the belt around your wrists, tightening it and glancing up at you, mask dropping to check that you were okay. You nodded and gave him a soft smile, and instantly Adonis was back. “Get on your knees.”

Lowering yourself to your knees, you kept eye contact with Danny, gazing up at him through your lashes, his hand not in your hair to stop you this time. He bit his bottom lip, reaching down and undoing the button and fly of his pants, pushing them down to his mid-thigh, along with his boxer briefs. His cock was already hardening, and he stroked the length a few times, bringing it closer to your mouth. The tip grazed your bottom lip, soft and velvety smooth.

“Open,” Danny murmured, and you obliged, laying your tongue flat as Danny tapped his cock against it. You closed your mouth around him, swirling your tongue and tasting him. Humming, you began bobbing your head, working down his length. You already wished for your hands to take care of what you couldn’t take. Soft sighs of pleasure fell from Danny’s open mouth as he stared down at you, hypervigilant of every twitch of your lips, flutter of your eyelashes, and flare of your nostrils as you inched further down his length.

The weight of his cock on your tongue was something you enjoyed, a low hum of satisfaction vibrating up from your chest, to your tongue, making Danny suck in a quick, sharp breath. Smiling around him, you looked back up through your lashes at him, taking the tip of your tongue and pressing it along the thick vein on the underside of his cock as you pulled back to the tip. One of Danny’s hands held his shirt flat against his toned stomach, the other reached forward, easily cupping the back of your head and gently pushing you back down his length. You let him guide your movements, doing your best to keep breathing as the tip of your nose began grazing the coarse, trimmed hair at the base of him.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you swallowed around him, fighting the reflex in your throat as Danny’s tip grazed the back of it. He began pumping his hips, and you could feel the hot prickling of tears welling up in your eyes as you gagged slightly, taking short, quick breaths through your nose as you let Danny use your mouth.

“So fucking good,” the words were ragged as he praised you, fucking into your mouth. You hummed, your fingers twitching, itching to grip his thighs, to have some hold on him like he did you. They were also desperate to relieve the ache between your own thighs. Spreading your legs as imperceptibly as possible, you brought your wrists between them, trying to rub them against your core. Danny heard the buckle of the belt around your wrists clink, and let out a breathy laugh. “Aww Angel, you wanna touch yourself?”

“Mhm,” you nodded slightly, blinkin up at Danny. A few tears slipped from your eyes and you knew your mascara was at the very least flaking, if not running down your cheeks. Your hips were still rocking against the bundled leather on your wrists, though it wasn’t doing much.

“I don’t think you deserve to, after all the attitude you gave me today.” Danny’s words were harsh, matching the thrust he did of his hips. Sniffling, you batted your lashes at him. “Fuck, you look so good with your makeup like that,” he took the hand off the back of your head and swiped his thumb across your cheek, collecting the black stained tear. Without another word, he pulled himself out of your mouth, standing back before leaning down and grasping your arms, lifting you up to your feet. One of his large hands wrapped around the middle of the leather belt, and you got excited, thinking he was going to give in and untie you, but he pulled you toward him as he backed up, taking a seat on the small bench.

Your stomach flipped watching him stroke himself with his free hand, the clothes next to his head reminding you that you were in a public area. Danny continued to pull you forward, reaching up under your skirt and pulling down your panties, watching you step out of them carefully, He tugged you closer until you were kneeling, a leg on either side of his muscular thighs. He let go of his cock, bringing a hand to your hip, the other raising up the hem of the sundress.

“What do you say,” Danny leaned in close to your face, the tip of his nose gently grazing your cheek as he pressed a chaste kiss to it. “We ruin this fucking dress? Hm?”

“It’s not mine,” you replied shakily, watching Danny pull back and grin wickedly.

“It was yours the moment I saw it.” he replied. You bit your bottom lip, feeling Danny’s long fingers graze your inner thigh. Your hips jolted as his index and middle fingers slipped between your legs, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. “You’re so wet for me, Angel.” he slipped the tips of his fingers in, making you moan softly. He pumped them in and out, eyes trained on your face as you found some relief at last. Your hands were in between both of you, resting on his stomach, and your fingernails scratched at his skin, the hairs on the trail to his hips, as he reached deeper and deeper.

“So good,” you whispered, Danny twisting his wrist slightly so his thumb grazed your clit with every pump. Your eyes closed as your head fell back, relishing in the pleasure.

“You’re taking my fingers so well,” Danny praised, “Can you take my cock like this?”

“Yes, Adonis,” your voice came out in a whine, raising your hips, ready for him to take his hand away. When he stilled his hand, you brought your head back up and opened your eyes.

“How bad do you want it?” Danny asked. You felt annoyance bubble back up in you, the ache between your legs growing stronger.

“Badly,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. Danny’s hand left your hip, grabbing your chin roughly.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he hissed. Heat burned your face, and you tried to pull out of his grasp, but his fingers dug in a little harder, keeping you in place. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Adonis.”

“You think because you don’t get what you want exactly when you want it, that you can act this way?” he scolded you, making the heat in your cheeks turn them bright pink with shame and embarrassment.

“‘M sorry,” you muttered out. Danny loosened his grip slightly.

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry, Adonis.” Danny let go of your chin, using both hands to grab your hips, pulling you forward. He slowly rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds, slickening it before pressing inside of you. You moved to sink down, but Danny’s grip on your hips was strong, keeping you up so just the tip was inside. An aggravated groan rumbled through your chest as you glared at Danny. “Please, what the fuck!”

“I don’t think you deserve any more than this,” Danny hissed. “You were being so good and now you’re failing every test.”

“Please, please,” you whined, leaning down, grasping whatever skin of his you could with the limited movement of your fingers. You were nose to nose, clenching around him, feeling like you were going to cry if he didn’t let you take him fully. The ache was becoming unbearable, and as you looked into his eyes, the Adonis persona faltered, your loving Danny flashing in his eyes. “I need you so bad, baby, it’s starting to hurt,” Without another word, he pulled you down, allowing you to sink down to his hilt. You let out a strangled moan of relief, and Adonis was back.

“I love it when you plead like that, Angel,” he groaned softly, thrusting his hips up into you. “Sounds like a prayer just for me,” you nodded, unable to verbalize much of anything as he pounded up into you. “What am I?” your eyebrows knit together in the middle of your forehead, glancing down at him. “What am I to my Angel?”

“A god?” Danny grinned.

“That’s right, say it again,” he somehow slid himself down on the bench, the new angle sending tingles down your spine.

“A god!” you moaned loudly. “A god my god, god!” Danny laughed darkly, bringing a hand up quickly and covering your mouth.

“I don’t want the whole store to hear it too,” he murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss in the valley between your breasts. “Can you keep quiet for me? Think you can cum quietly?” nodding, you gave him an affirmative noise, muffled by his hand. You pressed a kiss to his palm before he pulled it away, and he grabbed your hands, lifting them up and over his head so your body was closer to his. Your head slumped into the space between his neck and shoulder, his thrusts jostling your body. Quiet, high-pitched whines and moans fought their way out from your lips, suddenly, he halted all movement. You raised your head up, ready to argue with him, be a brat again, but he put a finger to his lips, glancing at the door. You heard shuffling outside the door, and your eyes widened, hearing soft voices talking about a sale happening, the sound of cheap metal hangers scraping against the racks they were on.

Danny looked to the door, then back to you, a small, mischievous smirk tugging his lips. He slowly began moving his hips as the voices got closer, and you pressed your lips together tightly, fighting the whimper that wanted to escape. Your stomach was flipping, the excitement and embarrassment of almost being caught and the thrill of doing something so naughty in public turning you on further. He started moving a little faster, and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying he kept this pace so no one would hear the sound of skin slapping and come looking. One of his arms snaked behind you, up your spine and grasping the base of your neck and shoulders, using the grip to pull you down roughly.

“I think they’re gone,” Danny breathed out after a few moments of silence. “We need to be quick in case they come back.” nodding, you followed his lead as he ducked from under your arms and moved you off of him, standing the two of you up. He made quick work of undoing the belt restraint, though he didn’t give you time to rub your sore wrist before you turned you around and pressed a hand on your back, bending you over.

Grasping the side of the bench, you felt him flip your skirt over your hips, gripping your skin there. You could hear Danny spit, the sound of the lubrication running up and down his cock before he pressed into you again, making your jaw drop. Danny was merciless in his pace, and you winced, though it wasn’t at the grip on your hips of the pressure of his hips bones hitting your ass over and over, but from the sound. You hoped and prayed that no one was around outside the fitting area, that there were no curious shoppers out there.

“You feel so fucking good around my cock, Angel,” Danny groaned through grit teeth. “You were made for me, so perfect,” he shifted his hips slightly and was suddenly hitting a spot that made your jaw drop, your mind go blank, sharp, breathy curses the only thing able to be vocalized. You clenched around him, feeling the molten hot coil in your core tighten almost unbearably, your body tensing.

“Oh god, please,” you whined, nails digging into the bench.

“Yeah? Please what, baby?”

“Please, I wanna cum,” you whispered. “Please, Adonis?”

“I don’t think you should,” he shook his head, his sweaty curls bouncing. “You’ve been such a fucking brat today.”

“Please Danny, please Adonis, please god!” you cried softly. If you could have screamed at the top of your lungs, you would have. Danny’s fingers dug deeper into the flesh of your hips, sure to leave bruises, his trimmed nails leaving crescent moons into them.

“Like I said, I love to hear you beg,” Danny’s hips pounded into you, and you pushed back as much as you could to meet every thrust, whispering his name like it was the only word you knew in the English language. He didn’t punish you for saying Danny this time, letting you have this one win as he felt you cum, your thighs shaking, knees buckling.

“Fuck, Angel, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“Anywhere, fuck I don’t care,” you were riding out your orgasm, needing his release now just as much as you needed yours.

“Such a filthy brat,” Danny grunted, hips stuttering as he came, releasing inside of you. He stayed still, bent over you as you both caught your breath. You gasped when he pulled out, feeling empty immediately, but he stuck his fingers inside you, fucking his cum further into you. When he pulled them out, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, sticking his fingers into your panting mouth. “Clean ‘em, don’t leave a single drop behind.” he murmured, watching you do as he said. “That’s my girl, do we taste good together?”

“Mhm,” you moaned around his fingers. He withdrew them slowly before grabbing your face, pulling you to him and kissing you passionately, tasting the traces left. When he pulled away, he smiled at you, and Adonis disappeared.

“That was hot as fuck, baby,” he chuckled, his eyes glimmering, before they dropped down. “Oh, oops,” you followed his eyeline, seeing a few wet spots on the neckline of the sundress. Using your finger, you dabbed at them, giggling as you wiped them on Danny’s boxers as he stepped back and pulled his bottoms up. “I think you’re gonna have to wear that out of the store.”

“Oh for sure,” you agreed, bending down and picking your panties up, slipping them back on. “Do you need to try on these clothes?” you nodded towards the shirts he had you carry in. Danny grinned cheekily.

“Nah, I know they’ll fit,” he admitted, walking over and grabbing them off the hook. “I just wanted to drive you insane.” you straightened from gathering the rest of your clothes, mouth agape. Reaching out, you smacked his shoulder sharply. Danny caught your wrist after the hit landed, bringing to his lips and kissing where your skin was still pink from chafing in the leather belt. “Be careful, I might have to teach you another lesson if you do that again.”

“Is that a promise?” Danny’s eyes flashed as he let go of your wrist, reaching down and snapping the price tag from your dress.

“Go get the pink one you were eyeing, then meet me at the registers. I’m taking you home.” he answered. You turned, a sharp swat landing on your bottom, making you jump. “I’ll show you what a real smack is supposed to feel like.”

“I can’t wait.”

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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kinktober #2 - carlos sainz jr

it’s not your fault if seeing carlos in golf shorts gets you hot.

prompts: thigh riding & praise, “good girl, that’s a good fucking girl” & “come, sit”

warnings: partial nudity, thigh riding, swearing

“what’s the matter with you?” carlos asked, one hand snaking around your waist while the other gripped at the other side of the golf club in your hand, “you’re usually so good at golf, angel.”

he shifted behind you, and the material of his shorts rubbed against the back of your thighs, “you’re making it hard for me to work, carlos,” you said, teeth partially gritted as his hand splayed across your stomach underneath your jumper, “you know how i feel about those shorts.”

“i could’ve said the same about that skirt, hermosa.”

“there’s nobody around,” you mumbled as you spun around in his grasp. carlos’ big brown eyes admired you, his lips curling up into a soft smile, “five minutes, mi rey, just want to feel you.”

carlos’ arms wrapped around your waist, and pulled you in close, and you tried to sneak a kiss from his lips but he pulled away with a laugh. “there’s nowhere for us to go, Y/N,” he stated, looking out at the vast greenery of the golf course. “the clubhouse is fifteen minutes away.”

you snuck in a kiss anyway, “but the golf buggy is just behind you,” you muttered against his lips, “it’s seven thirty in the morning, carlos, nobody is around.”

“you’re so naughty, how can i ever say no?” he stated curiously, and you watched as he walked away to the golf buggy and sat in the drivers seat, a giddy excitement bubbling up inside of you, “come, Y/N, sit.”

you’d never moved so fast, draping yourself over one of his thighs as he spread his legs to accommodate you on top of him. your nipples poked through your white shirt and he flicked them, “cold, reina?”

“carlos, no teasing.” you mumbled, breathing a sigh of relief as your hips began rocking against his leg instinctively.

your head buried itself in the crook of his neck and he hummed, “so wet, aren’t you? hm? all for me?” all you could do in that moment was nod, the slick friction of his skin underneath your clit was intense, and you were so wet that you left a patch on the hem of his shorts where you’d been rocking against them. “mhm, so eager.”

you lulled your head up to face him, and he held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand on your bum as you braced yours against his shoulders for leverage. carlos admired the way your eyes rolled back into your head with every rock of your hips, and when he shifted and gave you a clean patch of his shorts, you whimpered.

“i won’t be able to last much longer, papi.”

carlos groaned at the nickname, and left a stinging slap to your bum as you rocked back and forth profusely now, your hips falling out of sync as you got closer.

“fuck Y/N,” he groaned once more, “cum for me.”

you could feel his dick underneath your leg, rock hard and straining his shorts, and all it took was another slap to your bum for you to throw yourself forward.

“good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.” he breathed as you moaned out his name, your hips stilling as your orgasm washed over you.

you rested your head on his shoulder as you caught your breath, too flustered to move as you recalled what just happened in the middle of the golf course. carlos began to chuckle, and you looked up at him.

“you’ve never looked as wonderful as you do in this moment, hermosa,” he kissed your nose and tucked your hair behind your ear, “te quiero.”

“i love you too, carlos.”

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Strike! - Chapter 1

Montgomery Gator x F!Reader

Working at the Mega Pizzaplex was a sweaty, sticky, eardrum-exploding nightmare, but you just had to stick with it until you heard back from literally any other job. It couldn't be too long now, what was the worst that could happen?

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You're taking in the traffic hazard of a shirt when the thought occurs. It isn’t the first time, God no, but this time around it strikes you as a real, genuine consideration. The council had gathered, spoken, and all came to the same conclusion.

You should quit.

Enough was enough, right?

The job market isn’t fantastic at the moment, yeah, but there had to be something better than being yanked around by Fazbear Entertainment. They had their millions of STAFF bots and plenty of desperate people ready to fill in your position.

And yet, you still hesitated. Lifting the new button-up from the bed, you throw it on before you can second-guess yourself and grimace at your reflection in the vanity mirror. You’re entirely swallowed by the riot of colors. Somehow, the material feels scratchier than the last one. Bright lime green, vibrant purple short sleeves and a smattering of yellow spots. You’d only just gotten used to the Bonnie Bowl’s ugly uniform, even grew fond of it in a weird way, and now here you were, transferred to the attraction of the same animatronic that had taken your favorite’s place, sporting his colors.

Chewing your lip, you threw a glance at the alarm clock on your night stand. It wasn’t long before you’d need to leave if you wanted to make it on time for your crash course in manning the golf course. If it was anything like the bowling alley, it’d involve a lot of running around, herding sugar-rushed children, and being berated by slews of cranky adults. Only this time, there’d be no cheery blue rabbit to break up the tedium.

You sigh, and begin to toss around your bed’s blankets, searching for your phone.

There was no use dwelling on it, what was done was done and, hey, maybe it was a good thing. No more scrambling for an answer when a kid asked Where’s Bonnie? No more digging pizza and cake out of the gutters or discovering new molds in the rental shoes. Most importantly, you wouldn’t have to see Bonnie’s face plastered everywhere, wouldn’t have to feel that bitter sting like you’d lost a friend out of nowhere.

No, you thought, finally recovering your phone. I’ll just be digging pizza and cake out of golf hazards and have to deal with the animatronic that hates everyone.

But, checking your bank account, and thinking about the upcoming rent, you force aside the mess of feelings. God knows how hard it was to find a new job in this town, the reason you’d jumped to take a position at the Mega Pizzaplex in the first place, despite its less than stellar reputation.

So lime green button up it was. Collecting your Fazwatch from its charger, you toss a couple of spare clothes into your bag and make for the door.

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Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex is located at the very edge of city limits, which makes sense considering its theme park-esque size. The parking lot alone is twice the size of your apartment complex. You pull into employee parking at the far corner of the lot, and complete your step count before you even make it to the doors. Gotta leave the most convenient spots open to the guests, after all. Your first manager had been fired for parking in lot E instead of F, actually. Horrible guy, always smelled like onions.

You pause at the front doors, fingers tightening around your backpack straps. Despite the fact that you’ve been draining your life away here for the past few months, your stomach is in knots akin to your first day. You can turn around right now. Go home. You shake your head to clear away the feeling. It was just for a while longer, you reason, and force yourself to step inside. You’ll start putting in resumes elsewhere as soon as you’re back home.

Inside is a familiar cacophony of lights, generic jazz, and boards advertising all of the fun you’d surely have within the walls of the Pizzaplex.

Scanning your employee ID at the front gates, you glance around the lobby curiously, trying to spot any familiar faces among the rest of the staff trudging along to their own designated areas of the ‘plex. You can’t help but wonder if your coworkers had survived the downsizing of the bowling alley, but you didn’t recognize any of the people shuffling along. Though, considering how you weren’t able to leave the bowling alley during your shifts and hardly ever felt compelled to explore when you weren’t on the clock, it wasn’t the strangest thing.

The lobby of Monty’s Gator Golf is entirely devoid of human life as you power walk through it. You flash your badge at the STAFF bot manning the elevator, who waves a hand and monotones, “Welcome back to work, valued employee,” before the doors slide open behind it.

You suffer through a prerecorded line from Montgomery Gator as you descend, and afterwards a few seconds of Glamrock music. It feels like forever when the elevator finally opens with a cheery ding and deposits you into the jungle, where you’re immediately hit with a new cacophony of noise. Bass music bumps through the speakers and periodic hisses come from somewhere within the space. Your new manager, Rodney, is waiting for you as soon as you exit. He isn’t subjected to the same horrendous uniform as you, dressed in a simple button-up and slacks, but he sports a garish spotted tie and, above his nametag, a Monty Gator enamel pin flashes. He glances up from his Fazwatch, and you’re immediately nervous at how unimpressed he looks. The managers around the Pizzaplex were . . . not well liked, to say the least. While you could sympathize with how stressful their jobs must be, juggling customer complaints, major attraction malfunctions, and so on, more often than not, they were strict as hell and quick to terminate employees at the drop of a hat.

Plastic retail smile sliding into place, you approach. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m–”

“Welcome to Gator Golf,” Rodney says flatly, pulling a tablet from his pocket and tapping at the screen. “Let’s get going, you’ve already studied the map of the golf course, I hope? Security has more important things to worry about than finding lost girls.”

Jackass. You bite down your irritation and nod. How hard can it be to navigate a mini golf course?

“Good. I’ll walk you through your tasks today, but from tomorrow on you’ll be on your own. You’re not a new hire, so I don’t expect you’ll need babysitting.” He turns on his heel and begins walking, voice just loud enough for you to make out over the ambient noise. “You’ll receive a list at the start of each shift, and you’re expected to complete all tasks before you clock out. Anything left undone will be sent to me to review. If you need to work overtime to complete these tasks, you need to message me first.”

As you trail after Rodney, nodding along to his instructions even though he doesn’t look your way the entire time, you take in what will essentially become your second home until you can find a new job. Much like its reptilian mascot, it’s very in-your-face. The lights are dim and hidden fog machines churn out puffs of white that hang over the water hazards, further obscuring the plastic foliage that hangs from the ceiling and crawls up the walls and pillars throughout the course. Neon lights run along the railings, meant to guide patrons through the courses, with a sign designating each hole.

Compared to the open floor plan of Bonnie Bowl, this area felt much more enclosed. The curving pathways that skirt around the course’s main turf wind to and fro, with large fronds and near life-size trees further blocking line of sight.

As you crane your neck to admire the tiny yellow bulbs scattered throughout the foliage, you can just make out parts of a catwalk peeking from the darkness. There’s an upper half to the attraction, you remember reading about it in the email. The Hurricane Hole-in-One where patrons could ride around in carts that zip above the course and try to hit targets, spilling a massive bucket full of plastic balls into a pit below. It sounded more like a waterpark themed ride to you, but who were you to say where giant buckets could or couldn’t be?

“Most of your tasks will keep you here on the ground,” Rodney says, noticing your attention drifting upwards. “Guests aren’t allowed on the catwalks and maintenance takes care of the ride when necessary.”

You let out a silent sigh of relief when he turns back around. Heights didn’t scare you, per se, but you weren’t sure you wanted to test Fazbear Entertainment’s ability to keep suspended walkways up to code.

As you trudge on, you find that the noise is truly endless in this attraction, especially with the damned alligator heads constantly hissing as they pop across the course, wiggling and taunting you. Those were going to get real old, real fast. You almost ask Rodney if they had to be on constantly, but think better of it. He probably wouldn’t appreciate you interrupting his explanation of how often you’re supposed to check the rivers for lost items (at least monthly). You cast a wary look at the dark water. It smells stagnant, with a hint of chlorine and an undercurrent of pizza. You’ll have to bring your rubber gloves from home, just in case you aren’t out of here before having to suffer plunging into those depths.

As the two of you make it to the far side of the room, Rodney motions towards a red door half-hidden by hanging leaves. “You can go through here to get to the backroom. It’s where you’ll find the cleaning supplies and most of our inventory. The rest is kept in storage below, I’ll show you the way after the Pizzaplex closes, but you can find directions at the end of your Monty Golf Employee pamphlet.”

You have a feeling you’ll be referring to your map often for the first few weeks, but otherwise your duties don’t seem to be that much different from your time at Bonnie Bowl. Fielding questions and demands and complaints, directing the staff bots when messes and spills inevitably happened or having to clean them up yourself when those state-of-the-art machines couldn’t get somewhere. All of that on top of basic restocking, reshelving, and inventory for the gift shop, and confiscating Faz Cams when necessary, apparently.

“Any and all Faz Cams you collect can be brought back to the security office at the end of your shift.” He leads you to a different door and, through that, into the blandest hallway you’ve seen in this entire building. Beige tile walls and linoleum floors, not a poster or product placement in sight. Honestly, the cold and clinical feeling it gave you was almost eerie.

The security office is thankfully nearby, and with a swipe of his ID, the door sweeps open with a heavy clank, and beyond it is a sudden return to the Fazbear decorating scheme. Checkerboard floors and mascot faces plastered everywhere, and sitting before a massive screen displaying a multitude of tinier screens, you finally see another human being other than Rodney. The security guard startles a bit at your sudden appearance, letting out a hiss as coffee splashes over the rim of the paper cup in his hands. You wince in sympathy as he snatches a wad of napkins from the desk and dabs at his pant leg furiously.

Rodney grunts, but you can’t tell if it’s apologetic or not. “Guard, newbie. Newbie, guard.”

“Nathan, it’s Nathan,” the guard says, setting his cup aside and quickly getting to his feet to offer you a hand in greeting. You take it and give him your name in return. “Nice to meet you, I’m usually the one on shift here.” He looks nice enough, if a little nervous. A mess of brown curls escapes from beneath his security cap, and when he smiles a dimple appears at the corner of his lips.

“You know how to contact security already through the watch, right?” Rodney asks, his nose once again buried in his tablet. “Great. Then let’s go, you need to help open the course.” You barely get the affirmative out before he’s leaving the room, and you throw a hasty goodbye to Nathan, who gives you a pitying look, before scrambling out after him.

By the end of your first shift, you can’t wait to be left to the wolves. Having Rodney hover over you throughout every single task was driving you up the wall. He doesn’t help with any of the jobs, just . . . watches. You have no idea what he’s doing on his tablet, but you’re convinced he’s taking notes or already filling out your employee report. Periodically, guests stop you to ask for directions, where certain animatronics are at the time, or, in one man’s case, to notify you that he’d somehow launched his golf club into one of the trees and needed a new one. Rodney piped up every now and then, but it was clear this was a test run for you. There was no doubt that if he didn’t find your work adequate today, you might find yourself cut from the Pizzaplex sooner than you planned.

The manager over in Bonnie Bowl, Pam, hadn’t been much better during your first month, but she’d delegated your training to one of your co-workers. You suppose it makes some sense, you’ve been working here for a bit already and if you’re going to be going around mostly on your own it stands to reason the manager would want to know you aren’t entirely incompetent. But every raise of his brow and grunt makes your gut twist with nerves.

A wave of relief washes over you as you check off the final task on your Fazwatch, just a couple of minutes before you’re supposed to clock out, but Rodney clears his throat and you immediately tense once again. You turn to Rodney expectantly. You did good today, you know you did, but that didn’t matter. What matters is this old guy’s opinion.

He glances back at the now empty golf course, scanning the area as if he’s searching for something out of place. You bite the inside of your cheek, cold sweat clinging to your upper lip. Honestly, you can’t figure out if you’re worrying about being fired right away, and thus being a failure, or being deemed competent enough to return to this place tomorrow. Then, finally, he turns to you. “A decent start. I expect you know the policy for clocking in?”

“No more than two minutes before or after my shift without prior approval,” you recite. No getting a head start on work for you.

“Good. I’ll send you a review of your performance today. I believe in constant self-improvement and genuine hard work here.”

God, he was one of those bosses, huh? “Understood.”

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With a yawn, you shrug on your jacket and sling your bag over your shoulder, novelty keychains clattering against each other. The locker room smells of sweat and someone’s forgotten lunch, but you’ve been in here enough that you’re getting used to it. It’s all but deserted by now with only a few stragglers like yourself shuffling about, with the exception of a single woman two lockers down from you. The security guard.

She looks wide awake, if not a bit grim-faced, as she tugs her blonde ponytail through the back of her black cap. A flashlight hangs at her belt along with a pronged baton the length of her thigh. You have to withhold a shudder at the sight of it. How many volts did it take to incapacitate an animatronic? It was only a precaution, you’d been assured the first time you’d seen your manager brandish it proudly, since all of the bots and animatronics were programmed to the teeth with the sole purpose of protecting their charges and wouldn’t in a million years be capable of harming a human–and yet.

Your job wasn’t all sunshine and roses, sure, but at least you weren’t the night guard. The thought of those creepy STAFF bots skittering about in the dark sends a chill up your spine.

“Cute magnet.”

You give a start at Vanessa’s comment, a small flush of heat crawling up your cheeks as you follow her gaze. The inside of your locker is pretty sparse, apart from a few sticky notes and some cheap round magnet clips to hold reminders, but near the top is a Glamrock Bonnie magnet, smiling cheekily and winking. “Ah, thanks,” you say, more than a little surprised that she’s spoken to you. From what little you’ve seen of her, she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to anyone first.

She doesn’t come closer, but tilts her head a bit, still admiring it. “They don’t sell those anymore, right?”

You frown a bit and nod. “Got it a couple months ago.”

Vanessa sighs. “It’s a shame they got rid of him, I always liked rabbits.”

“Me too,” you say, and the conversation dies there. After an awkwardly silent second where it becomes clear neither of you have anything to bring it back to life, you shut your locker and Vanessa blinks, and maybe it’s just the shitty lighting, but the dark circles beneath her eyes seem heavier than before. “Well, uh, have a good shift.”

Vanessa’s lips quirk, a shadow of a smile lightening her features. She lifts a single hand in a lazy wave. “Thanks. See you around.”

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 3 months

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When Donald Trump was indicted last year for pilfering classified documents from the White House, court filings included photos of state secrets stashed throughout his country-club-turned-residence in, among other unsecured spaces, a ballroom, a bathroom, and Trump’s bedroom.

On Monday night, following Trump’s latest disingenuous contention—that the FBI agents who seized and reviewed the contents of boxes upon boxes of sensitive materials stored at Mar-a-Lago “failed to maintain” the exact order of the documents within, which Trump now claims could somehow exonerate him—government lawyers filed a scathing response letting the air out of Trump’s contentions.

Far from a neatly ordered system under which Trump, a notorious pack rat, maintained a precise inventory of important documents, Special Prosecutor Jack Smith, along with prosecutors Jay Bratt and David Harbach, noted the “cluttered collection of keepsakes,” which “traveled from one readily accessible location to another” around the Palm Beach, Florida club.

“[T]his is not a case where reams of identically-sized documents were stacked neatly in file folders or redwelds, arrayed perfectly within a box,” the filing states. “To anyone other than Trump, the boxes had no apparent organization whatsoever.”

Trump kept highly guarded secrets in boxes with “personally chosen keepsakes of various sizes and shapes from his presidency—newspapers, thank you notes, Christmas ornaments, magazines, clothing, and photographs of himself and others,” the government’s filing goes on.

“After they landed in stacks in the storage room, several boxes fell and splayed their contents on the floor; and boxes were moved to Trump’s residence on more than one occasion so he could review and pick through them,” the filing continues. “Against this backdrop of the haphazard manner in which Trump chose to maintain his boxes, he now claims that the precise order of the items within the boxes when they left the White House was critical to his defense, and, what’s more, that FBI agents executing the search warrant in August 2022 should have known that.”

Smith, Bratt, and Harbach included a slew of exhibits to back up their position, with numerous previously unseen pictures of Trump’s decidedly chaotic storage methods. One shows assorted wadded-up golf shirts side-by-side with a folder marked “CONFIDENTIAL.” Another shows extremely sensitive defense-related documents carelessly stacked up on the floor beside cases of Diet Coke, a Hermes tie box, and a “Save America” cap, several toppled boxes with papers, binders, and folders spilling out, and a box containing a Christmas pillow and a random length of bubble wrap, beneath which, as national security analyst and writer Marcy Wheeler pointed out, at least one document prosecutors say was related to America’s nuclear weapons program.

In one exhibit, Smith & Co. provide a new photo of a storage closet at Mar-a-Lago where the contents of at least five upturned bankers boxes can be seen spilling out onto the floor. Several suit jackets in plastic dry cleaning bags hang from a rack above them, a Gibson guitar case leans against the wall, and what appears to be a piece of rococo plaster molding teeters atop a cardboard box nearby. According to the indictment, one of the boxes seen here contained a 2019 document marked “SECRET//REL TO USA, FVEY,” which denotes the Five Eyes intelligence alliance that includes Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom, and the U.S.

In another, a picture taken by FBI agents on the Mar-a-Lago search team shows a blue leather-bound box, filled to overflowing, sitting on the carpeted floor of Trump’s home office next to a supply of Trump’s favorite soft drink. Nearby, a small portrait of Trump, making his trademark “resolute” face, is visible against a wall. Inside this box, according to prosecutors, were three documents classified at the Top Secret level.

A third exhibit shows a series of three boxes in a Mar-a-Lago storage room, one containing a pile of dirty clothes, another with a document marked “SECRET,” and one with a small red-and-white-trimmed pillow and a sheet of pink plastic bubble wrap on top. This box held 10 documents for which Trump was charged, including one classified as “Formerly Restricted under the Atomic Energy Act, meaning it pertains to US nuclear weapons,” according to Wheeler. Prosecutors said in Monday night’s filing that the FBI in fact found 32 documents with classification markings, 11 of them “CONFIDENTIAL,” in one binder—though none of them were charged in the indictment.

And in yet another, one of Trump’s boxes can be seen containing a cover sheet marked “SECRET,” a binder from a 2018 Cabinet meeting, and, curiously, a copy of a 2019 article in The New York Times about a whistleblower who exposed Trump’s shady dealings with Deutsche Bank and was later found dead.

On Tuesday afternoon, Smith & Co. were back in court, asking U.S. District Judge Aileen Cannon to bar Trump from continuing his public attacks on the FBI. Prosecutors say the former president’s penchant for inciting anger and potential violence against agents in the case is a tragedy waiting to happen.

Trump’s attorneys say any restriction on what he can and cannot say is a violation of his constitutional rights.

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The Punk and The Suit 5

After a few lunches of proving Kristoph can at least stand on a board without falling and getting glares from Eric and his cronies, Kieran and Kristoph make plans for a Saturday.

“So if you are actually going to ride the board, you are going need clothes you can get dirty and shoes with some actual give in the soles that you won’t mind getting scuffed.”

Kristoph just looks nervous and nods.

“You do have other shoes right?”

Kristoph pursed his lips and shakes his head, “Dress and golf shoes for meeting with some clients that refuse to meet in the office.”

Kieran rolls his eyes, “Well we can go get you some cheap skate shoes.…….you got clothes that you don’t mind getting dirty, right?”

Kristoph refuses to meet his eyes,

“RIGHT?”

Kristoph turns back to Kieran with a pained face, “Pajamas?”

Kieran stands up, “Are you fucking kidding me!? All you own are suits?”

Kristoph tries to defend himself, “No, I own Polo’s too, that’s not a suit!”

“That is just weekend suit, causal suit, this mother fucker!”

Kristoph trying to get back on skating, “I have seen people go skating in pajamas.”

“And I bet even your pajamas have ties.”

Kristoph looks away.

“No! No Way!”

“It’s only one pair! It was a novelty gift I got for Christmas. It’s not even a real tie. It just on one side of the shirt to look like a tie when you button it up.”

Kieran is laughing hard to himself, “Motherfucker got ties and buttons on his pajamas.”

Kristoph tries for a good comeback, “They are a high qualify material and they feel nice. Probably nicer fabric than anything you wear.”

“Since I usually sleep naked, yeah, I bet the fabric is.”

Kristoph was glad he was already blushing or else it would be obvious were his mind was going.

“Whatever, I guess we just got to take you on a small shopping trip.”

Kristoph huffed, “Fine but we should get you a suit while we are at it.”

Kieran reacts shocked, “Who says I don’t have a suit?”

Kristoph looks him up and down, “Whatever suit you do have, if you have one, doesn’t fit you well. Was probably bought at some budget store, black slacks and blazer with a white button up. If there is a tie, most likely that is black as well or high school colors. Fits you loose, wore once, that you bought out of necessity and never wore again. Or is some family hand-me-down that gets passed around when needed. And the way you and Patrick act, my guess is the only time you wear a suit is to get married, get buried, or to go to court. Sounds about right?”

Kieran laughs and flips him off, “WOW. I didn’t know you could be a dick, Kris.”

Kristoph laughs quietly, “I am in Marketing. My whole job is to study people and try and learn what they like and don’t like to try and get them to buy our product. The product of that is sometimes you get pretty good at reading people.”

“Oh and that gives you permission to be a Pissy Krissy?”

“That means I can call out people on things sometimes that they might not know themselves. For example, people will almost always get the taller cup, even when the shorter cup can hold more, because the taller cup looks like more. And since you were giving me a roasting me about my closet, thought it was fair to send a few embers back at you.” Kristoph grins

Kieran laughs, “Well you’re not wrong. I do only have one suit. It does fit like shit. I have worn it more than once but only for weddings and funerals, so yes black with white button up. Bow Tie because I am fucking fancy.”

Kristoph snorts at the bow tie comment, “I would like to see you in the bow tie.”

Kieran leans into Kristoph, “No other clothes, just the bow tie?” and begins to laugh. “Fine, we will get you some NORMAL clothes to skate in and I’ll get a good suit since I have the art thing coming up. My manager has been bitching about showing up in my normal attire. Stated I needed to dress up for the press anyways.”

Kristoph smiles, “It’s a date then?”

Kieran, “A date. Especially if our families ask.”

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Just some more ideas for sone stuff Mr Rich Douche Yandere would do to his darling/the Reader

--apparently hair elastics like ponytails can technically damage your hair, so if you use them he insists on tying your hair up with silk ribbons and other soft materials (and wants to do it himself obviously)

--doesn't let you swim in public pools or public bodies of water besides the ocean and even then that's on private property. Not only does he not want to have to share your half nude body with anyone else, but, poor people can be dirty and gross to the point of being another species in his eyes. And not to enable him but have you ever read those stories of people who don't bathe before going into pools because they believe the chlorine is like a shower? 🤢

--really, activities that require you touching other people or sharing things with other people just strike him as unsanitary and "you're too good for them anyways". He kind of thinks all poor people in general are trashy and you're just an exception, perfect to him in almost every way. No buffets, no public gyms, no bowling, no clubbing, no strip mall beauty salons/spas that might have dirty equipment, no sports events not in a private box, like, the list goes on and on

--pressures you into having "real hobbies" aka things he approves of, likes himself, and/or can do with you, but are usually like, rich people bullshit: painting, golfing, teaching you to play a classical instrument, archery, horseback riding

--dresses you in only the best, kind of excessively. Once you enter a serious relationship with him, he'll make you forget what jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers even are. Absolutely buys you new clothes to throw out and replace anything you owned before him.

--you know how some yanderes will go as far as to collect tissues, they're so obsessed with anything you've touched or owned? Not his ass! If it isn't super sentimental to you or something you use often, he slowly replaces everything you own with things he's bought for you. Only the best for his baby 🥰 and also no traces of your past can be allowed to remain. He's all you need now right? so let's get rid of all those things given to you by people who came before him. You don't need those useless old memories...

--none of your friends are good enough for him and he'll heavily discourage you from spending time with them, even outright bribing them/threatening them into avoiding you.

--wants to get married and tie you down basically right away, but he's calculated enough to at least kind of wait and make you love him first. If he's a noble, he'll pull strings for another noble to adopt you or something to "legitimize your status", and if he's a king or emperor he may just ignore the laws to let you be directly at his side and not a mere concubine. Who's gonna stop him? He's literally the man in charge

--i like to imagine at some point in the relationship you're living with him in one of his homes and he's in his office with his multiple computer monitors that he uses for work, and he's just sitting there watching you through security cameras to see you in your private moments, simply craving and consuming every last detail about you no matter how personal

--when he's away, you're assigned private security because he's wealthy/important enough that you could be kidnapped. He definitely overplays the possibility of danger when you bring up doing anything that loosens his control and surveillance, though. He'll tell you it's only because he treasures you much and has to keep you safe

--all im saying is that he's "leader of a country" level rich and money can achieve anything. That ex-boyfriend you bumped into on a date with him? Missing without a trace, the cops don't even investigate. Relationship go south and you run away? A black van rolls up while you're on the sidewalk and you get taken right back by men in black suits who are being paid way too much to mind if you bite and scream. You start cracking under the pressure if all his expectations and say you'll leave him? Threaten to hurt yourself? Hippity hoppity your body is his property, and he's sending you to a private clinic where they'll force meds into you and monitor you while he finishes his business affairs and sets up a nice little "vacation home" for you both to "take time off" and for you to "clear your head". He's thinking an island, something nice and remote....

#yandere stuff #sinprompts #the name i had in mind was deacon 👉👈 deacon st mallory. give him a fancy ass rich boy name

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could u write something with aaron teaching emily to play golf ending with smut?

A/N: Okay so I know NOTHING about golf so the terminology is probably way off but we’re all ignoring that for the sake of my sanity. This is the second time this was requested, first time being from @wilding-flowers, I hope you like this my darling!

Title: Backswing and follow-through Summary: Aaron teaches Emily how to golf. Wait no he doesn’t. Word Count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, in public, feelings, dirty talk

When Emily came back from Paris it didn’t take long until she found a new type of connection with Aaron. They had been friends before Doyle, bordering on something more but never once crossing that line, then she has to leave and everything is different. Not all of it bad, the bond between them only growing stronger as she settles back into her life in DC. But still, things are different, a new kind of understanding between them.

They didn’t need an explanation as one of them walked in with darker circles under their eyes, another night of not sleeping caused by nightmares no one else really understood. They didn’t need to talk about it, would only offer a smile as one of them inevitably left a cup of coffee on the other’s desk.

Things got easier the longer time went by and their friendship only grows, evenings spent together, sometimes with Jack as they talked about nothing and everything. It’s fun and easy in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. It’s scary when she realizes that the line they never crossed before, is even more blurred now. She tries to hide her reaction to him as he innocently touches her shoulder or stands a little too close but there’s no denying the way her heart would race or the goosebumps that covered her arms.

Sometimes she thought he felt it too, the maddening want that simmered deep in her belly as his eyes would drift from her eyes to her lips or how he seemed to always find a place beside her. But then nothing would happen and Emily was sure it was all in her head.

“Are you excited for a few days off?” She asked as they packed up for the night. They would be off rotation and unless something massive happened, they would have four days off to recharge.

“Yes, but I’m sure I’ll end up doing paperwork anyways.” He shrugs as he waits for her to pack up the last of her things.

She rolled her eyes at him with a smile, not surprised at his response. He never seemed to be able to relax enough to completely let go of work.

“You have anything fun planned with Jack?” They fell into step with each other as they headed towards the elevator, the rest of the team having left a few minutes earlier.

“Yes he’s been wanting to practice his footwork so we’re playing soccer, but on Sunday Jessica asked to take him for the day and then he’ll stay there so she can take him to school on Monday.”

“So you’re getting a day to yourself? How will you ever survive?” She teased with a smile as she pushed the elevator button.

“I’m actually going to go golfing, haven’t done that in a while.” He saw her eyebrow arch in surprise. “Have you ever been?”

“Golfing?” She asked and he nods. “A couple of times. But I’m horrible.” She laughed and he chuckled.

“I’m sure that’s not true.” The doors open and as they reach her car he turns to her. “If you want and if you don’t have plans, I could teach you?”

“You sure you’d want that?” She asks as he opens the car door for her and she gets in as he looks at her with a gentle smile.

“You know I always enjoy your company.”

So that’s how she finds herself standing in the middle of a golf course watching Aaron swing a club and hitting the ball perfectly. She tries to keep from staring at him, tries to keep her eyes off his strong arms and wide shoulders as his body turns with the swing. She wants to ignore the way she notices the black material of his shirt tighten around his upper arms, how the shirt rides up a tiny bit and shows off a patch of skin above his pants, but she can’t. She feels hot, and she knows that it has nothing to do with the July heat and everything to do with the way the club looks tiny in his hands. Golf was not a sexy sport, but somehow watching Aaron swing a club made her clench her thighs to relieve some of the pressure between her legs.

“So you follow through on the swing, let the club do the work as you turn.” He tells her and Emily barely hears him over the way the blood rushes through her ears. “You try.”

She clears her throat as she stands with her feet apart and holds the club the way he told her earlier. She looks ahead and sees the flag in the distance, down to the white ball and swings the club. She hits the ball, but it’s nowhere near the direction it’s supposed to go and she hears Aaron try to suppress a laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me Hotchner, I told you I was terrible at this.” She huffs and grabs another ball, determined to do better. She swings and in her resolve she uses too much power and almost sends the club flying. This time he does laugh and she turns to him with narrowed eyes.

“When you said you were bad, I didn’t think you meant this bad.” He walks closer to her, a grin still on his face as he turns her back around. His hands fall to her shoulders as he speaks behind her. “You need to release the tension here.” He presses against her shoulders and suddenly any irritation she felt towards him is replaced with something else entirely, the heat inside of her back in an instant.

Aaron moves his hands to her hips, turns her slightly into him and she fights every urge not to press back against his body. When his hands cover hers over the handle of the club she turns her face towards his, her shallow breaths hitting his cheek as he keeps his eyes on the hole ahead of them.

“Follow my lead, okay?” He asks and she nods as she swallows hard. His body turns and she turns with him, his chest pressed against her back and his hands tighten over hers and then he swings and she can’t think of anything but his proximity.

“Look at that.” He smiles at her and let’s go, leaving her dazed and confused as to what he’s talking about until she sees him look at the golf ball rolling on the grass, much closer to the hole than she had been. When he looks back at her he sees the way her cheeks are flushing, how she stares at him and he knows that he isn’t the only one feeling the attraction that he’s been forcing himself to hold back for years.

“Look at that.” She repeats and shakes her head slightly as she tries to clear the fog in her mind but she doesn’t miss the small smirk on his lips letting her know that she’s been caught staring at him. It’s a second of deliberation, of hesitation but then she sees the way he’s licking his bottom lip and she instantly knows that this isn’t one-sided, that he’s as affected as she is. “Can you show me again?” She grins knowingly at him and he nods.

Aaron grabs another ball and places it on the tea pin before moving behind her again, this time pressing closer to her. His hands move to her hips and pulls her hips flush against him and he hears her gasp.

Emily lets her body mold to his so tight that she feels his heartbeat against her back as he leans over her. She grinds her ass subtly against his hips and his grip on her tightens. If they weren’t in public she would have grabbed at him but for now she lets him control her movements as he covers her hands over the club again.

“Hold it.” He breathes against her neck and she sucks in a breath. “Focus.” He smiles against her skin when she shivers and then he pulls her body with his as they swing the club, neither of them really paying attention to the ball flying towards the hole.

She turns to face him again and his lips are dangerously close to hers, almost daring her to make the last move.

“Show me again.” She whispers against his jaw instead and she feels more than hears the rumble deep in his chest as her lips ghost along his skin. When she turns away from him again, she makes sure to push her hips even harder into him and she feels him, hard and straining in his pants. She’s not sure how she even hits the ball this time, her focus solely on the way his wide chest feels against her back. She knows that he does 95% of the job when he swings the club, her mind filled with nothing but how much she needs him.

“You’re not focusing.” He chastised gently as he moves to nip at her jaw and she lets her head fall back against him, a low moan leaving her parted lips as he finally put his lips against her heated skin. “Should we leave?”

“Yes.” She says breathlessly and he smiles at the way she’s so obviously affected by him. He was just as affected by her, but he clearly hid it better. They pack up and get in the golf cart and Emily is sure her mind goes blank when his hand fall to her thigh and gently squeezes as he drives them further away.

He stops the cart when they’re as far away from people as possible, hidden away behind trees. He carefully turns her face towards his, they had already crossed the line from friends, but even in the midst of arousal he wanted their first kiss not to be rushed. He had waited for this, waited for her to show even a fraction of what he already felt for her.

He leans in with his hand still on her jaw and Emily falls against him as they kiss. It’s soft, almost careful at first, his lips pressing against hers until she deepens it. The moment she does, soft seems to disappear and she fists his polo shirt as his hands move from her jaw to pull her even closer.

“Are we really about to have sex on a golf course?” She laughs breathlessly against his lips.

“I mean, in the cart.” He kisses down her jaw and throat, licks over her pulse as she moans. “Unless you want to wait?”

Waiting seemed like an impossibility, her body craving him to the point of madness already and she shook her head. Her hand fell to the button of his pants and made quick work to get them undone and sneaked her hand inside his boxers.

“I don’t want to wait.” She whispered as he groaned against her neck. The angle was a little awkward but she made it work as she worked him over. She felt his teeth against her neck, heard his low growl and her body immediately reacted to the sound.

He pulled her hand away from him after a few moments, only to get her pants undone and dragged them, along with her underwear down her hips. He looked around quickly, but they were hidden away and it made him relax as he pushed his own pants down.

Emily straddled his hips with a smile, her lips finding his again as his fingers moved through her wet folds.

“You’re so wet.” He groaned as he pushed first one, then two fingers inside of her.

“You really think now is a good time to tease?” She pants as he curls his fingers, her lips hover over his. “This is a crime you know.”

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes but he knows that she’s right and they have to be fast. He pulls his fingers away from her and sucks them between his lips, another groan leaving him at the taste of her. He winks at her when she stares down at him with flushed cheeks and jaw slack before kissing her again, pushing the taste of herself onto her tongue.

Emily suppressed the loud moan she wants to let out as she sinks down on him slowly, lets his lips against hers muffle her sounds as he stretches her. It takes her a moment, the feeling of him inside of her almost too much before she gets used to it.

“Fuck…” Her head falls back as she starts to slowly roll her hips against his, sinking up and down on him as his hands fall to her hips to help guide her.

“You’re so tight.” He says through clenched teeth as he watches the pleasure on her face. He pushes her shirt up with one hand, exposing her black bra and then pulls it down enough to expose her breast. He sucks a nipple between her lips and is rewarded by Emily moaning as her fingers find their way to his hair. He groans at the feeling of her nails scratching against his scalp, his hips rutting up against her in response.

“Fuck you feel so good.” She gets out through clenched teeth, wants nothing more than to let every moan and sigh out but knowing that she can’t is only making her more aroused. The slight danger of what they’re doing making her crave him even more. She moves harder above him, her muscles burning with the effort as the cart starts rocking with them.

“Shit, Em.” He lets go of her breast only to kiss up her neck and pull her into a bruising kiss. Her hot center feels too good around him, and he knows that he wont last long, especially not when she starts to clench around him. “You close?”

“God, yes.” She pulls his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs with a smirk as his hands tighten around her hips.

“Do it, come on me right here.” He pulls away only to breathe against her ear. “Think you can do it? Come right here out in the open, no one can hear us you know so you have to be quiet.” He feels her fingers dig into his shoulder and her hips jerk desperately against his. “I can feel you baby, can feel how you’re gripping my cock. Come for me, show me how much you love it.”

“Jesus…” Emily clenches her eyes shut as he continues to mutter dirty words in her ear, only encouraging her until the heat inside of her becomes too much. She feels her thighs quivering as the pleasure shoots through her. She lets out a strangled moan that he’s quick to muffle by kissing her as her body gives in to her orgasm, the pleasure blinding until she collapses, breathless and sated against him.

“I could watch that forever.” He comments softly against her ear and she hums in response. He gives her time to come down, kisses gently along her skin until her hips starts to grind against his again. “Stand up and bend over the seat.” He whispers and she smiles at him before climbing off his lap.

Emily bends over the seat and he’s quick to move behind her, his warm fingers trailing along her back as he does. He’s back inside of her before she has time to think, his cock hitting deep and hard as he pulls her against him with each thrust. She bites her arm to keep from screaming out and her hands clutch at the leather of the seat to keep from falling forward.

“Feel so good, so tight.” He mumbles as he watches the way her body takes him, his eyes fastened on his thick shaft disappearing inside of her. Emily’s muffled moans fills his ears as he fucks into her, the sound already addicting. He moves one hand around her body, his fingers finding her clit and Emily tenses.

“Aaron, please.” She whimpers as he starts building her pleasure up again, his finger gentle but fast on her clit. It doesn’t take long, only minutes before she starts spasming and she’s happy that her upper body is rested on the seat when her legs give out from the immense pleasure he’s causing.

The tight clenching around him is enough to get him to the edge as well. He cums with a groan that’s too loud but he’s too delirious to care as he spurts inside of her, his hips jerking against her still trembling body as they both give in to their pleasure.

If he could he would have taken more time to savor it, but in the distance he hears the distinctive sound of another golf cart, combined with voices and he quickly pulls up his boxers and pants and Emily does the same. She fixes her bra and shirt, eyes still dazed and long hair a mess, she had never looked more beautiful to him.

“Ready to get out of here?” He asks as they settle into the cart, his hand automatically finding hers.

“Yes, absolutely.” She angles his face and stamps a kiss on his lips, lingers against him a little longer than she has to but finding it hard to pull away. “How about we go back to your apartment and we’ll to that again?”

Emily doesn’t leave his apartment until the following morning, only leaving because she needed a change of clothes. When she gets to work she runs into Penelope and JJ by the elevator.

“How was your four days off?” She asks and listens to JJ tell her about Henry and Michael and Penelope tells them about another movie night with Derek.

“Oh, hey!” Penelope asks just as the elevator doors open and they make their way into the bullpen. “How was golfing? Did you kick boss-man’s ass?”

Emily’s eyes locks with Aaron’s as he’s standing with Dave on the catwalk outside of his office.

“It was… enlightening.” She smiles, her grin wide as he smiles back while JJ and Penelope look between them, both blondes wondering what the hell they had missed.

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