#maybe i need to dial down the horny?

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

In other news I use my thirst tag (‘👀👀👀’) so often that the 👀 has now become my most frequently used emoji

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #49 - Appreciate]

"When Jungkook shows you his appreciation."

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: he is the best husband ever <3, he tells her all the reasons why she is the best <3, like i love him so much

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: this is based on anonie's request it may have taken me almost four months to get to it, but here it is JFADJSF tbfh it still fits thought because ogc!kookie appreciates women each day 24/7 365 😌 have fun besties, he's the cutest 🧡

You are eating lunch with your employees when Jungkook enters the restaurant. Dressed in a black compression shirt and white baggy pants. Quite frankly, he is the yummiest snack currently present in the room.

“Hey there”, he greets you and your employees with a big grin and a wave of his hand.

“Hey, Kook.”

“Hello.”

“Heyo.”

They greet him back. Marika, your cook, jumps up to get something for Jungkook but the latter stops her.

“It’s fine, keep eating. I’m not here for lunch.”

“Everything alright?” you ask him, leaning in when he kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, everything’s coolio”, he assures you, giving you an innocent shoulder rub as he talks, “wanna come to the studio after work?”

“Sure. Why?”

“Surprise.”

“Wait. Really?”

“Yeah”, he smirks playfully and steps back, “I won’t tell. See you later”, and with that, he leaves the restaurant again.

You watch him hurry back to his studio just across the street. 

Your restaurant and Jungkook’s tattoo studio are located by one of your town's main roads, but are separated by a calmer side road with parking possibilities and palm trees on each side. Jungkook eats lunch in your restaurant on most days and sometimes you visit his studio to bring him coffee. Jungkook also gets all the snacks and drinks for his customers from your restaurant and sometimes, you sweet talk your customers into checking out his studio. Truly, you and he are the perfect symbiosis. 

The rest of your shift is filled with excited anticipation. Jungkook’s surprises are always so special and sweet. You cannot wait to find out what the cute romantic has prepared in his studio. Or perhaps mister horny made the plan. No matter the outcome, you are down for it.

You close up at seven because it was a quiet day and you quite frankly, couldn’t wait any longer.

After checking the road twice, you cross it and then you are already at Jungkook’s studio. He drew the curtains and turned his sign to closed. On other days, you would use your spare keys to enter, but you never know. Maybe he is still working hard on the surprise. You wouldn’t want to ruin it. So you pull out your phone and dial his number. Calling him is honestly the only sure way to reach him. Your little chaotic introvert of a husband always forgets to check his messages. You are not excluded from this rule. 

“Are you here?” Jungkook’s picks up as expected.

“Yup, I’m here. Can I come inside?”

“No, I’m coming.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The call ends, moments later the door unlocks and opens. Jungkook is still in the same clothes, but is wearing cologne. His masculine, clean scent hits your nose instantly.

“Wow, you smell amazing”, you greet him by burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

Jungkook laughs, patting your butt.

“Hello to you too.”

You inhale vividly, “sorry”, you step back, “I had to. You smell so sexy.”

“I put it on for you.”

“Mhm, you’re seducing me. That shirt is doing the rest”, you say, rubbing his pecs aggressively.

Jungkook laughs, stopping you with gentle fingers around your wrist.

“You’re already horny and I haven’t even shown you the surprise yet.”

“Right. Sorry. God Kook”, you slap his pecs softly, “that’s what happens when you tell me you’ve got a surprise for me but then let me wait for a day.”

Jungkook laughs, “I just wanted to make sure that you’re coming over today.”

“I seriously need to know. What did you do?”

“Okay so”, Jungkook begins, taking your hand to lead you to the back of the studio. He locks the front door before that. 

Jungkook has his tattoo chair and office in the back. Another set of curtains shields it from the front area of the shop. 

Today, he has your favourite record playing and seems to only use the mood lights.

“As you may know, today is international women’s day and I wanted to do something special for you because you’re my woman.”

“Today’s international women’s day?”

“Yeah.”

“Crap. I didn’t know. If I knew, I’d have given my girls a little something.”

“Just do it tomorrow”, Jungkook assures you and gestures to the sofa, “now. Sit, my lady. I have prepared something for you.”

You let him sit you down, watching him hurry through the room. 

“What did you do?”

“Something”, he says, carrying a silver tray back to you. He bows, “for you, me lady.”

He prepared your favourite cocktail and some snacks.

“Oh? Gosh, thank you”, you accept them with a giddy flutter in your chest.

“Cheers”, he says.

“Cheers”, you say, clinking glasses with him.

“To women. You girls are so badass.”

“God, you’re cute.”

“Heh. Now, let’s get started”, he says and hurries to his notebook.

“That wasn’t the surprise yet?”

“No. This was just the starter”, he says, making you laugh.

“Okay then.”

“Are you comfy?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice”, he says and turns on his projector. 

“Ten reasons why you are a badass woman?” you read the title of the presentation he projects onto the wall.

“Read the subtitle too.”

“Hell yeah! You rock!!” You laugh. “God Kookie, what’s all that?”

“My presentation. Ten reasons why you are a badass woman. Okay so reason number one”, he switches the slides.

There are pictures of you and Bam. They are all candid pictures of moments where you had no idea that Jungkook was taking pictures of you.

“Oh my god, what is all that? Bamie, our Bamie.”

“Number One. You are the best mom ever”, Jungkook says and switches slides.

The new slide is filled with cute doodles of Bam, you and Jungkook with lots of hearts scared in between. Jungkook wrote in child-like letters the words “Best Mom ever!” to make it seem as if Bam wrote them. He even drew a doodle of Bam giving you a kiss on the cheek underneath.

“Oh my god, this is so cute”, you gasp, already feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“As you can see, Bam also participated. He wrote this”, Jungkook says, pointing at the letters.

“I’m so thankful for Bamie, wow”, you play along gladly. You have the best husband ever.

“Reason number two.” He switches slides. Pictures of you at the restaurant. They are clearly made with a professional camera and show you working hard. The editing and lighting makes you look so fucking beautiful. 

“Is that why you were at the restaurant with a camera once?” you gasp.

“Yeah.” He nods his head. “Reason number two. You are the coolest restaurant owner ever. You work so hard and built all of this from nothing.” He switches slides, reading the words he wrote. “Most hardworking queen!!” He even added doodles of him giving you various thumbs-ups.

“Kookie, god you”, you get out and stand up so you could hurry to him. You hug him, “you’re so cute.”

“Okay, but seriously though. You have to sit down again. I have so many more reasons to present.”

You laugh, “I don’t know if I can keep going. This is the cutest thing ever. How long did it take you to make this?” 

“A while. It was fun. Wanna see more?”

“Of course I do. Gosh, you.” 

After you settled again, Jungkook continues with the presentation. He shows off pictures you have never seen before and they each show you in such beautiful light. Pictures of you on your bike he took during various breaks you shared on your many adventures. Pictures of you with your friends laughing and smiling and hugging. Pictures of you at the beach partaking in various activities or lounging in the sun. Pictures of you in the garden, the house and on various dates. You weren’t even aware that Jungkook took so many pictures of you and how incredibly beautiful you look through his eyes. He follows up each picture slide with a slide of doodles and a cute handwritten message. And to make matters even more emotional, the reasons are so thoughtful. They go from light-hearted reasons such as “you tell the funniest jokes”, to serious reasons such as “no matter what happens, you always stand back up”. He knows you so well, allowing you to see yourself in lights of gold and glitter.

By the time Jungkook finally reaches the last slide, the tears run down your cheeks.

You sniffle and sob as you clap.

“Baby, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Jungkook gasps, hurrying to you as quickly as possible to cradle your cheeks and wipe your tears.

“This, this is the sweetest thing ever. I, I feel so appreciated”, you stutter, forcing a smile, “thank you so much.”

“God, sweetie”, Jungkook goes in to litter your face with kisses, “it’s okay. I’m here.”

“I’m so happy you are. Fuck”, you chuckle, “you got me crying like a baby. This is the cutest surprise ever.”

Jungkook laughs with you, rubbing your cheeks.

“I meant what I said. I didn’t have to think a lot for my reasons because I already had them prepared. You’re seriously such a perfect person and even more perfect woman and I wanted you to see yourself the way I see you.”

You meet his eyes, squeaking out your words because he got you emotional.

“I feel so beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, my sweetie. Inside and out. Everything about you.” He smiles fondly. “I’m so happy to have you in my life. Seriously.”

“I’m happy to have you in my life”, you say and smile at him, “god, you doofus. If I knew that you’d make me cry so much, I’d have worn my waterproof makeup.”

Jungkook laughs, wiping the messy streaks under your eyes.

“You look pretty like this. Now. May I interest you in another cocktail and perhaps a relaxing massage on the tattoo table, me lady?”

“At the same time?” you joke.

He laughs, “I was thinking more of cocktails first and massage second.” 

“You are actually the cutest person ever you know.”

Jungkook grins and stands up to prepare another drink for you and him. Needless to say, you and he share the rest of this special day doing something incredibly wonderful. Truly, your husband will always make you feel so loved and in return, you love him eternally.

[ameenvie]

I Think He Knows - Jamie Tartt x fem!Reader

masterlist | ao3 | ko-fi | fic recs

"his hands around a cold glass makes me wanna know that body like it's mine"

Word count: 4.6k Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI! kind of angry sex, unprotected sex (wouldn't recommend irl), oral(male receiving), fingering, p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, slightly dom!Jamie(?), hickeys, possessiveness Tags: smut Prompt/Summary: You go out to get your mind off work and Jamie - but to your surprise he shows up at the same bar as you. Things happen. Put me in horny jail. A/N: This is the first smut I've written in a hot minute, and my first ever Jamie fic, so I just hope it doesn't suck! 😭❤ I still have to get the hang of how to write him. Maybe the intro/non-smut part is a bit too long, but idk I kept rewriting this so much. :') I hope you enjoy nevertheless! ❤❤❤

It felt like thousands of hammers were beating down onto your head. You were staring at your computer screen, trying to grasp what you were looking at, but the stress, the flickering office lights, and the constant noises of talking made it impossible.

“I need a break” you exclaimed as you promptly stood up from your desk. The conversation next to you came to a halt as Keeley gave you a worried look.

“Are you alright, babe?”

“Sure, I just need a little fresh air” you answered with a sweet smile. Even though Keeley was your boss, she was also one of your best friends, and you were thankful to the universe that you met her.

You were the social media manager at KJPR responsible for the AFC Richmond brand. And as fun and exciting as it was, there were moments when you just wanted to run away and never look back. Such as today.

The team had a new brand partnership deal, and few of the players had to post to their socials about certain products. It was really nothing extraordinary, but it was a big brand so it was crucial that everything was on schedule. Now you were in the reporting phase, and you haven’t received the necessary info from one of the players yet. As you stood outside the office building, leaning against the wall, you picked your phone out of your pocket and dialed him. It rang once, twice… and he hang up on you. You rolled your eyes and cursed under your breath as you headed back to your desk.

“Need any help?” Keeley asked with the sweetest, most concerned voice you’ve ever heard, but you just shook your head.

“Nothing I can’t handle! I’m headed to the dog track if that’s alright. I need to take care of something.”

“Give ‘em hell!” she replied and left you alone.

You jumped into your car and drove over to Nelson Road, where you knew the boys had their training at the moment. The man at the front desk recognized you and let you in, and you headed to Rebecca’s office first to say hello, then went to the stands and took a seat to wait until the team was finished with practice. When Ted noticed you, he gave you that huge moustachy smile of his and waved at you. You mirrored the gesture before your gaze wandered back to the players.

You sat close enough to the pitch to make out his facial expression when he saw you. First, he seemed annoyed, then he gave you the most dramatic eyeroll you’ve ever seen before he ran away laughing.

You weren’t sure what he expected your reaction to be, but you knew you just looked annoyed.

“Whistle! WHISTLE!” You heard coach Kent scream at the players, and you chuckled. The team gathered around the coaches then made a beeline towards the changing room. You knew this was your cue to follow them as well.

You leaned against the wall as you waited for Jamie, hugging your bag. Of course because he was aware that you were waiting for him, he’d be dead last to leave. You weren’t sure if it was against your person or just the fact that he hated to cooperate. Maybe both. A few of the players started to leave and they waved and smiled at you as hey passed.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stepped out of the locker room – as you predicted – dead last. He stopped in the doorway with his hands in his pocket.

“I tried to call you.”

“I know” was all he said, and you raised your eyebrows at him. He was so cocky, you kind of wanted to punch him in the face, but that wouldn’t look too good on your resume.

“Alright, I guess you were busy then.”

“Nah, not really” he answered, and you saw a shit-eating grin spread on his face. God, Jamie.

“Look, I hope you don’t think I enjoy this, but I need the results of the campaign, okay? And you can only blame yourself, because you are the one who insisted that nobody can manage your account other than you. It would make all our lives much easier if I could just check the data myself.” You knew you were rambling and maybe talking a little too fast, showing how annoyed you were. You didn’t like giving people the satisfaction of knowing they got under your skin, but Jamie was world class at that.

“A’ight” he mumbled and started searching for his phone, then handed it to you. “If you want to check it so bad, go on, be my guest.”

You swore your eyes shot daggers at him. You grabbed his phone and took a seat on the bench next to you. He followed suit without a word, hands in his pockets.

You unlocked his phone and opened Instagram, but as you were navigating through it you saw a notification pop up from a girl with a text saying: “try me 😘”. Just a tiny glance at her profile picture was enough for you to conclude that she was gorgeous, and you felt your stomach do a flip. Were you… jealous? Of one of Jamie’s flings? C’mon.

You shook your head as if you could shake the thought out of it as you proceeded to check the necessary info. You didn’t realize, but while you were doing this, Jamie’s eyes searched your face like it held the answer to the universe’s biggest question.

You sent yourself a mail from his phone and shoved it back at him. He looked at you with a look you’ve never saw on his face before, and you could swear for a second that it was guilt sitting in his eyes.

“Thanks for nothing” you said as you grabbed your bag and left.

“Nice seeing you too!” he shouted as you slammed the door behind you. Your blood was boiling in your veins as you were walking back to your office. You dropped yourself onto your chair and buried your face in your palms. What a fucking day. He always finds a way to mess with your head. The sounds of Keeley knocking on your door snapped you out of it.

“Come in” you sighed as you looked at her with a defeated expression.

“Jamie again?” she asked sympathetically as she sat down in front of you.

“Always” you scoffed and started fiddling with a pen on your desk. He’s taking the piss out of me, always trying to get under my skin!” Keeley didn’t say anything, she just gave you a knowing look. “Stop looking at me like that, I know what you want to say!”

“I’m not saying anything” she replied and locked her mouth with an imaginary key and threw it away.

“That’s what I thought” you chuckled and took a deep breath. “I’ll be done with this by the end of the day, and then we can open your not-so-secret stash of champagne in your office, what do you say?”

“Sounds perfect, love!” As she left your office you delved into your work and tried not to think of Jamie. It was so silly – you thought. You felt like you were in school, arguing with yourself about your feelings, and having a crush on the guy who pulled on your ponytail. There was no way you were jealous right? Jamie was insufferable in general – cocky, arrogant, full of himself. Hard to work with. Attention seeking. But he had his moments where he was also funny. Caring. Honest. Compassionate. He was an amazing footballer.

You groaned out loud. You were wrapping up your day as you decided you’re going to put an end to this madness. You went home, picked out a nice dress – nothing too fancy, but it still made you feel like a million bucks. You called yourself an uber and asked them to bring you to one of your favourite bars. You were excited to finally grab a few drinks and let your hair down for a night, and maybe even go home with someone handsome to take your mind off your annoying feelings that started to bubble to the surface.

You took a seat at the bar and ordered your favourite drink. The bartender winked at you, and you chuckled. You propped yourself up on your elbow and started to look around. People were mingling, talking, laughing. Some couples were hiding in the more secluded corners of the room, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

You got your order but before you could thank the bartender for it, you heard a voice all too familiar.

“That’s on me. And another one, will ya’?” You turned around to face him as he was smiling down at you. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked with his – you could never exactly pinpoint what colour they were, sometimes they seemed blue, sometimes grey, even green. You felt like you could stare at them forever. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t even sure if you ever saw him out and about like this. Instead of his usual tracksuit or puffy west he was wearing a white button-down shirt, with a few of its buttons unbuttoned, its sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoos. His hair was let loose, and a few strands fell into his eyes. You felt your heart drop into your stomach, and you were so shocked you couldn’t think of a single word to say, like your brain just short-circuited.

“Wow, Jamie, so nice to see you here, what a lovely coincidence! Come, join me for a drink!” he said, grounding you back to earth.

“Very funny. What are you doing here?” The words came out a little more accusatory than you meant, but you couldn’t help yourself. You came here to take your mind off him, and here he was, hotter than ever, standing so close to you that the scent of his cologne made you feel lightheaded. You wished the earth would just open up and swallow you whole.

“Just blowing off some steam. Celebrating my free weekend, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Alone?” Your question seemed to catch him off guard, as he raised his eyebrows. Your answer was just another shrug. “I see, I see, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, I know how this goes.” You waved with your hands in front of you, like you could shoo the image of him with other women out of your brain. You felt like you were going insane. In the meantime, he got his own drink, and he nursed it on the bar top with his left hand, the other in his pocket as he faced you. He looked even more gorgeous than usual, the way the shirt hugged his muscles ignited a flame in your body you never wanted to acknowledge.

“You know you’re being very judgmental now despite the fact, that you are alone as well.”

“I mean, it’s not my DMs that are full of gorgeous woman inviting me to tango” you scoffed, but immediately after you said the words out loud you scolded yourself internally for sounding so pathetic. Fucking hell.

“Are you jealous, love?” He grinned as he took a sip out of his drink. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your seat, but not before you managed to take a peek of how his lips touched the glass as he drank, and how perfect his jawline looked as he tilted his head slightly. FUCK.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tartt.”

“The lady doth protest too much” he laughed. You were quite shocked that Jamie Tartt out of all people would quote Shakespeare to you, but you were too angry to acknowledge that. You shook your head and turned your back on him, trying to get away, anywhere. You walked to the back of the big room and found yourself in a smaller conversation room – it was empty.

You took a deep breath, and you turned on your heels to head for another, more populated spot, but as you opened the door he stood there, one hand leaning against the doorframe, his drink in the other. He seemed like he was thinking.

“Jamie, I swear to God-” You couldn’t finish your sentence because he pushed himself into the room with you. You felt your heartbeat in your throat and heard it drumming loudly in your ears. He was so close. You closed the door behind him, and you only realized what that suggested after you saw his cocky smile. You didn’t immediately leave the room. You stayed there with him. It was painful to admit – even just to yourself -, but you wanted to be there with him.

He stepped closer, practically caging you between the door and his body. You felt your heart racing and your head spin as you looked up at his gorgeous face. Neither of you said anything, you were just searching his face, eyes darting between his gaze and his lips as you weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t realize he was looking at your lips as well, his breath fanning your face. He slowly leaned in; his lips were barely hovering above yours. Your heartbeat went into full overdrive, and you let his lips linger there for a second before you closed the gap and kissed him.

It all seemed to happen so fast you weren’t even sure it was real. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried one of your hands in his hair as he was locking the door behind you. In any other circumstances he would be fuming about you ruining his hair, but not now. His hands were tracing your body as he pulled you into him – from your back to your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake before they finally settled on your bottom as he pulled you even closer. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt waves of arousal wash over you.

When you broke away to get some air, he wasted no time and started to plant small kisses on your cheek, slowly moving to your throat before settling at the soft spot between your neck and clavicle. You moaned his name which made him smile against your skin. You couldn't help but smile too. Somewhere a tiny voice in the back of your mind scolded you for being so euphoric about this whole situation, but you didn’t care. All you cared about is Jamie’s lips on you and the way his hand sneaked under your dress and drew hot circles on your skin.

“My name never sounded so pretty before” he mused before he pushed the strap of your dress aside to kiss a mark onto your skin just above your breast. Your breath hitched as you tried to make him stop.

“Stop it, people will see” you whined, which just encouraged him even more. You felt the prickling sensation on your skin, you were sure he’s going to leave a mark. When he finished, he adored his masterpiece before planting a soft kiss on the red spot he left behind.

“Maybe I want that, love” he whispered against your ear as he caressed your thighs. “I want everyone to see that you’re my girl.”

The sudden possessiveness caught you off guard and you let out a small whimper. Your common sense was thrown out of the window a while ago and at that moment that was all you wanted as well – everyone to see that you were his girl. He stopped for a second to look into your eyes. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for another kiss. You saw stars as he kissed you with the passion of a starved man, his tongue gently caressing your lips before he went all in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and in a second, he lifted you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his hips which caused one of your shoes to fall off as he started to back towards the sofa. While doing so, he bumped into the small table, knocking his drink over. You both chuckled before he finally sat down, with you straddling him.

Your dress was ridden all the way up your thighs, making your black lace panties visible, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jamie. His gaze seemed hungry, like he was ready to devour you any second, and you felt the heat creeping up to your ears.

“I see someone was planning on getting laid tonight” he said teasingly.

“Oh, fuck off, Jamie!”

“C’mon love I’m just messing with ya” he smiled at you before he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for another kiss. He was smiling into it, the bastard. In this position you couldn’t help but feel his bulge press against you, which made your blood boil in your veins. You wanted him so bad. You let out a shaky breath as you unconsciously started to grind yourself against his clothed length. Jamie moaned under you, and he furrowed his brows like he was trying to focus on the sensation, nothing else.

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving kisses on his chest as you progressed, and when you finished you slightly pushed it off his shoulders. You were mad for him, and even though you didn’t want to admit, you wanted nothing more than him fucking you right then and there. Little did you know that Jamie was feeling the same.

He looked at you with those gorgeous puppy eyes and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You planted open mouthed kisses on his sharp jawline, neck, down his chest. You felt bold all of a sudden, and started to suck a mark onto his neck, which he rewarded with a groan. You took a second to examine the red mark you left on his skin before you licked it softly to ease the pain left in its wake. Jamie was a moaning mess under you, bucking his hips into you involuntarily, his hands gripping your thighs for dear life. You felt bold, wanted, sexy. Like a million bucks.

“Jamie, I want you to fuck me” you whispered into his ear, and you thought his soul left his body in that second.

“Fucking hell, angel” he answered and instantly one of his hands was in your hair, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand pushing your dress higher on your body, until your whole ass was exposed. “Such a greedy lil’ thing, aren’t ya?”

He looked at your dampened underwear as he hovered his finger over it, then swiped one big stroke from your entrance to your clit through the damp fabric. You shut your eyes and threw your head back from the sensation. Finally feeling his touch on you was like heaven. The flames of need were eating away at your body, and you weren’t sure how long you can stand the teasing.

“Please, Jamie”

“You’re fucking cute when you beg” he said, a cocky grin on his face, but before you could say anything, he hooked one of his fingers into your panties, and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. You felt flustered, your confidence wavered. He didn’t leave you time to overthink, because he pushed one of his fingers into you without any difficulty. You let out a moan which he mirrored before he spoke. “Shit, all this for me? I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re damn right you don’t” you chuckled as he started to pump his finger into you, before quickly adding another one. He smiled at you as you rested your forehead against his, slowly riding on his fingers. With his free hand he managed to pull down the strap of your dress enough to free your breast and he started to kiss and nib on your sensitive skin, leaving another hickey just above your nipple.

You hissed at the sensation and bucked your hip a bit harder, making him press into you deeper. Jamie’s fingers felt like they were made for you, and he damn well knew how to use them. As you started to ride him a bit harder, he started to curl his fingers inside you to press against your sweet spot and started circling his thumb against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, it made you see stars. You were a moaning, whimpering mess as his fingers fucked you senseless, pushing deeper and deeper with every movement.

“I know, love” he whispered between kisses. You bit down on his lower lip before you tongues started to dance around each other, and he moved his free hand to cradle your breast and caress your hardened nipple. It was all too much – his lips on yours, his hand on your tit and his fingers fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

You felt tension build in your body, your nerves wind up, ready to be released any second. You started riding his fingers harder and faster, chasing that high you felt was so close.

“C’mon angel, come for me, that’s it. That’s my good girl” he whispered against your lips, and just after a few more pumps of his fingers you came crashing hard with Jamie’s name falling from your lips like a prayer, your veins filled with fire as your vision turned white.

He wrapped you in his arms and started to draw circles on your bare back as you came down from your high while he placed small kisses into the crook of your neck and on your temple. After a minute of collecting yourself, you sat up and kissed him again as you started to undo his belt. You definitely weren’t unaware of the huge bulge in his pants, and you wanted to ease his suffering.

He just watched you do it, with one of his arms spread across the back of the sofa. He looked mesmerized by how beautiful you were. After you finished with his belt you undid the buttons of his slacks and pulled them down with his underwear. He just watched you and you could swear he was holding his breath.

You bit your lip as you took the view in, before you started slowly stroking his hard member. He threw his head back and he moved his hand to caress your cheek. You continued to slowly jerk him off, but you couldn’t help yourself. You licked the tip of his dick, and you made it a show. It was slow, sensual, and you looked at him for the whole time. When he caught your eyes he let out a shaky breath and involuntarily bucked his hips towards your face.

You swiped your tongue against his shaft before you took him fully into your mouth and started bobbing your head. His hand moved to tangle in your hair as he guided your rhythm slowly. He moaned under your touch, loving the way your lips felt around him. You started to pick up your pace a little and he rolled his hips against your face. His hand started to push you deeper onto his cock, and the feeling of his length in your throat made your eyes swell up, and you moaned around him.

“C’mon love” he said and guided you away from him, back onto his lap. You straddled him again, his now bare dick pressed against your wet pussy, and you saw stars from the sensation. “Maybe next time we’ll finish that, yeah? But now I want all of you” he said as he aligned himself to your entrance.

Next time was all you heard in your head. You leaned down to kiss him before you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You relished in the sensation of his cock filling and stretching you inch by inch, it was delicious. Jamie’s lips parted slightly as he threw his head back, enjoying the moment just as much as you did. As he bottomed out, you kept still for a second, barely moving before starting to roll your hips, slowly lifting yourself before coming down again.

“Jamie” you whined, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life as you rode him. His fingers dug into your skin at your hips where he held you. You moved so perfectly in sync it was like you were made for each other, the way he rolled his hips into you made you see stars.

“So good for me, love. Taking me so well, my good girl” he whispered against your lips after he sat up, wrapped you into a tight hug and kissed you. He swiped his tongue against your swollen lips, and you bit down on his. You dug your fingers into his hair as you started moving faster and faster, getting overwhelmed by the sensation.

Jamie moved his hand from your hair to your cheek, swiping your lips with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You licked it slowly before he pulled it away and moved it to your swollen clit. You gasped at the perfect feeling of his finger being on you again, before he started to circle his thumb around the sensitive bud. You felt your walls tighten around him, which ripped a moan from his lungs. He never stopped his movements, he fucked into you like he never wanted anything else.

“Taking me so well, babe. So tight for me” he whispered against your burning skin. His words poisoned your mind, and they ran through your veins, igniting everything inside you. You buried your head into his shoulder as you felt your climax approaching. He was filling you up so perfectly, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was gripping your thigh so hard you wondered if it’s going to leave a mark. You kind of hoped it would. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

“Jamie, I-“ you gasped and you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me” he moaned against your ear and you knew he held himself back. You rolled your hips against him once, twice, all your nerves wind up before they inevitably snapped, and another orgasm washed over you. You moaned into Jamie’s mouth – your vision went white, your muscles clenched around him as you came, which gave him what he needed to reach his own high as well, hugging you tightly onto him. The silence in the room felt deafening all of a sudden. You nuzzled your face into the crook of Jamie’s neck, and he started to slowly caress your hair as he hugged you close.

After your nerves calmed down a bit you started to collect yourself and he helped you to clean up the mess. He took your hand and kissed you, before looking into your eyes.

“So… do you want to get out of here?” His grin was the widest you’ve ever seen and you laughed.

“Yeah, sure” you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you.

***

The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing. It was Keeley.

“Yeah?” you asked in a sleepy voice, looking over at Jamie who was laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. You were in his bed. He was already awake, looking at you with a sheepish smile.

“So, I know you don’t want to talk about this” Keeley started, her energy through the roof, she spoke so fast you barely had time to acknowledge her words, “but I think you should talk to Jamie. You should tell him you’re into him!” A very telling laugh found its way past your lips before you spoke and you heard an audible gasp on the other side of the line.

“I think he knows” you said to Keeley while looking at Jamie, who was now chuckling next to you as he kissed your free hand.

[billthedrake]

HALL PASS

Story idea from @aestheticsupremacy

It was still summer warm as the two lacrosse jocks walked across campus after practice. Brian was going on about the chick he had a date with late that evening and was teasing Jake.

"Dude... if you ever wanted pussy, you'd be so set. Girls fucking love gay guys."

Jake laughed, his blond hair still on the lighter side from summer beach time. He and the star attacker got along great because they never BS-ed each other. "Bro, I don't think it works that way," he said, flashing his dimples. "Besides, I think all those sorority girls want a gay pal they can go to the clubs with. I can't dance worth shit."

"You can't," Brian grinned. "You got the moves on the field but, fuck..."

Both guys laughed as they entered the residence hall, one of the nicer ones where a lot of the athletes lived.

"Hey Jake!" the student worker at the front desk said when he saw the two jocks. "Some mail came for you."

"Mail?" he asked as the walked up to the desk. Normally, mail got delivered to their mailboxes, which Jake didn't check regularly. Who the fuck sends mail these days anyway, other than advertisers?

The desk guy nodded. "Yeah, certified or something. Looks important." He reached over and pulled out a document sized cardboard envelope.

"Hey, I'll catch ya later, Hoss," Brian said as he bumped fists with his teammate buddy.

"Yah," Jake said, then looked back down at the envelope. There was a familiar return address. It was his dad's work. Jake's father was a high-powered executive - not Fortune 500 but CFO for a top financial firm. Leave it to Dad to send paperwork in hard copy. Jake tried to rack his brain to guess what document was so urgent, but maybe it was some school form he needed to sign. Maybe Jake should take more responsibility for those things, but his dad tended to look after the details.

"Thanks, Mitch," he told the desk guy, then went to the elevators to go up to his room.

It was quiet in his room, since his roommate had taken off Thursday afternoon to go home for a long weekend. He got along well with Ed, a varsity baseball player, but they weren't real tight. And Jake liked having the alone time and privacy sometimes.

The lacrosse jock set down his phone and keys and shook his head with a chuckle as he opened the envelope. "You're so fucking old school, Dad," he said aloud. "I love it."

It wasn't a form inside, but instead there was a linen-white stationary with his Dad's company logo and his father's name and title embossed. "From the Desk of Steven J. Weir."

It was what was printed below that made Jake's heart stop.

"Dear Mr. Wier:

This letter serves as official notice that Jacob Peter Weir has his father's permission to have sex as often as he likes and with whomever he likes, from the date of August 20, 2023 to May 14, 2024. This arrangement will be extended in subsequent years unless the two parties renegotiate their terms.

sincerely,

Steve Weir"

There was his father's recognizable wide, cursive signature, undoubtedly written with one of his favorite blue-ink fountain pens that his family had given him for Christmas.

Jake was rock hard. "Fuck," he hissed.

Only then did he realize there was something else in the envelope. He reached in and pulled out three photographs, each 8x10 glossy portraits of this father. They were different poses of his dad in business attire, like professional headshots for a company website or something.

"Got your package," the jock texted his father.

It took a second but then a message came up from Dad: "You able to Facetime?"

Jake got a big grin as he hit the dial button to video call his father. His heart jumped a little as the image filled his phone screen. His dad was in his C-suite office and looking handsome as fuck in his tailored suit as his own horny grin matched his son's.

"Hey Sport," he said. "Looking good." He leaned back in his swivel chair and angled the phone to give Jake a better view of his suited upper body. He had a good knowledge by now of what pushed his boy's buttons.

"You too Dad," the jock hissed, reaching down to paw his crotch again. "I can't believe it's only been 24 hours since I've seen your face... fuck."

His father laughed. Because Steve felt the same way. He knew it would be hard when Jake went off to college, but he was going through sexual withdrawal in addition to the normal empty nest syndrome.

Only now his bright smile got a hint of nervousness. "What did you think of what I sent you, son?"

Jake felt that constriction in his throat. Sorta like the first time he knew he was gonna fuck his dad... that combination of sheer horniness and disbelief it was gonna happen.

"You know, Dad," the 19-year-old smirked, "A hall pass isn't an actual piece of paper."

Steve's brown eyes seemed bright. Happy. Excited. "I wanted to make it official. For you. For us." The exec was definitely getting that bedroom voice, and Jake could tell by the movement in his dad's upper body that the man was reaching down to unzip and haul out his cock.

For his part Jake tugged down his shorts with one hand to free his junk, which was firming up real fucking fast. His father had given him the encouragement to freeball it, and it was now Jake's preferred way of casual dress. It made him feel free and sexual.

Jake prided himself on the sexual confidence he'd learned to project with his dad, but times like this he still felt unsure, deep down. "I told you, Dad. I don't need to have sex with other guys."

"You're 18, Sport," his dad said resolutely. "A college kid should be spreading his wings."

Jake got a playful grin. His right hand was working up and down his bone while his left hand held the phone. "You really want me to fuck other guys?" he asked. Pointed. Challenging.

Steve shook his head no. "Honestly, no. I don't. But I want you to lead the life that's going to make you happy." His own fist was working up and down in his lap. "I want you to become your own man, Jakey."

Something about that nickname drove the jock wild. He felt a spurt of precum in his palm. "You think sending me 8x10 glossies is gonna make me happy," he hissed. Jake's tone was halfway between a statement and a question.

Steve loved watching his son get in horndog mode. He'd like to think he passed that on to Jake genetically, but something about the kid's sex drive seemed innate. And all Jake.

The exec's voice got low and gravely. "You tell me, son. Did they make you happy?"

Jake just let go of his prick and angled his phone down to capture the hard teen bone that stood up long and rigid. "This is the reaction those pics got." He pulled the phone back up to see the amused and pleased look on his father's face.

"I'm glad," Steve said. Then with a pause, he angled the phone to show Jake his own fatherly prick, standing out from his unzipped suit.

"I wish I could suck that, Dad," Jake said, enjoying the freedom to talk aloud like this. "I wish I was there right now."

"You primed for some office sex, Sport?"

"Fuuuckk, Dad." Jake's fist was now steadily pumping his jock bone. "I'm still pissed off you won't let me fuck you there."

That got a laugh out of his father. The 49-year-old was even more handsome when he smiled. "You're a spoiled brat, you know that?"

"Fuck yeah I am," Jake shot back, getting into the zone with the teasing sex talk with his father. It came to them so fucking easily. "Something about nailing your dad regularly will make you that way."

That got a soft growl from the executive, and Jake watched as his father reached up to flip his tie over the shoulder of his suit coat, getting it out of the way.

"Damn, you gonna cum on your shirt today, Dad?"

Steve shook his head. "Hopefully not... but just in case. You get me so worked up, Sport." Off screen Jake knew his father had gone back to stroking his hard dick.

"So, Dad... if I take you up on that hall pass... what are you gonna do?"

"Whaddya mean, Jakey?"

"I mean..." the teen's own fist was working up and down his cock. "Does that mean you get a hall pass, too?"

"That's not part of the deal," Steve said, his brown eyes now wide with excitement. "But Buddy... I honestly don't know how I'm gonna get through this year. I guess I'll be doing a lot more of what I'm doing right now."

That got a matching growl from his son, whose hand moved faster and faster on his prick. "A fucking waste of dad cum."

That got a grin from Steve. "You like my sperm, huh, Jakey?"

"Can't get enough, Dad," came the immediate response. For a confident top when it came to fucking, Jake loved to taste his dad's prick and to eat his father's semen. When he wasn't sucking his dad off, he'd be licking the cum off the man's well-fucked body.

The jock felt another spurt of precum when his Dad brought the phone down close to his crotch, that solid, thick seven incher sticking out from the unzipped suit trousers.

"That's my dad," Jake growled. He'd have to find a way to have phone sex more often.

"Wanna cum for me, Jakey?" Steve asked, his voice signaling he was already on the edge.

"Nah," the jock said. "Hold off one second," he urged. He set down the phone and stripped off his T-shirt and kicked away his lax shorts. He then angled the phone just right on his desk and stepped back. Even from the distant view, he could see his dad's face will up the phone screen.

"Damn..." Steve growled. "That's my boy."

Jake felt fully alive, head to toe, as he stroked his cock and showed off for his father. He knew he was a good looking stud, with a great toned, athletic body. But his father's approval made him feel that much studlier.

"So Dad..." the teen asked. "If I used that hall pass, you wanna hear about the guys?"

"I don't know, Sport," Steve said with visible mixed feelings. "I'll let that be your call, OK?" He watched his son intently, as if it was the last chance he'd see Jake naked and hard. "I almost didn't send it," he confessed.

That made his son grin and Jake removed his fist from his dick, showing off the erection by swinging it side to side. "Yeah? It was so fucking hot to read it, Dad. You know, that you'd even send it."

"I'm glad, Jake," came Steve's reply.

"We're you hard writing it?" the son asked.

Steve's voice got soft and low. "I was, son."

"You want me spreading my wings in college, huh?" Jake's hand resumed its stroke. He really wanted his dad to cum first today but he didn't know if he'd be able to hold off.

Fortunately, Steve was getting into the zone now. Jake could only see his face, not his cock or masturbating fist, but he recognized that horny tone in his father's voice. "God, Jakey, you're such a fucking stud... seems wrong if you can't enjoy college a little, you know?"

Jake grinned, getting into a slow stroke that seemed to keep things on the boil without erupting over. "Maybe I'll line up some hot coach to fuck... but you know if I do, I'll be thinking of you the whole time, Dad."

That got an audible groan from Steve. Which only encouraged Jake to go further.

"Yeah, I'll be balls deep in some daddy ass and have to shut my eyes so I can think of my father... of fucking you..."

"Yes," Steve hissed. He was getting closer to cumming.

"of bending my dad over his office desk and pulling down those suit pants of yours..."

"You're not gonna stop pestering till you get that will ya, Jakey?"

"No, sir. I wanna get my way. Nail you hard to that expensive desk of yours... in your expensive suit... to thank you for all that expensive tuition you paid over the years."

This was new territory for the Weirs. They'd never talked about money, other than some of Steve's jokes about how much Jake's private school cost and some practical dad-son talks about personal finance. But Jake was bringing it into the sex talk and both men were surprisingly turned on by it.

"FUCCK!" Steve cried a half second before choking his reaction to be quieter in his office.

"Go for it, Dad!" the lacrosse jock said more openly. He stepped up closer so he could see his dad's face as he rode out an intense orgasm. "Nice!"

Steve's face was flush red as he caught his breath. "Goddamn, I needed that," he said. Then playfully he tilted his phone down. Huge splotches of his pearly white seed dotted his dress shirt after all.

"Cumming!" Jake cried, unable to hold by his ejaculation now. Steve had to look, had to watch his Jakey in full nut. It was just a beautiful sight. The only thing more beautiful was watching Jake orgasm as he was buried deep inside his father.

"Attaboy, Sport," he encouraged. "Goddamn, that's a huge nut."

Jake grinned as he felt the aftershocks. Playfully, he squeezed out dribbles from his long piece of jock meat and brought it up to his lips to taste. Not his dad's but a second best. Jake just loved the flavor of cum.

He could now tell his father was wiping off the cum from his shirt and his cock before pulling the phone back.

"That was incredible," Steve said.

"I'll say. I'll have to thank Rich for giving me the free time," Jake laughed.

"Is he away?"

Jake nodded. "All weekend. Maybe we can go long and deep this weekend, you know, edge a little."

Steve grinned. "I'll try, Sport.... awful hard to last with you, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Jake agreed.

His Dad seemed happy and yet sad at the same time. "Listen, I should go."

"Yeah," Jake said. "I need some dinner."

"I miss ya, Sport," Steve said. "So much."

"Miss ya too, Dad."

****

Steve felt nervous all Saturday. Jake had suggested they wait till later in the day for phone sex. The father tried to kill time with household chores and a super long session at the gym.

"You're a fucking mess, Steve," he said to himself as he drove home from the fitness center where he'd been spending a lot more time since the divorce and especially since he and Jake started fooling around. It felt wrong to be so attached to his own son, and yet he was.

There was a package on his front porch. FedEx Saturday delivery. Steve picked it up.

"What the fuck?" Steve laughed as he saw his son's dorm as the return address. "That little bugger."

As he opened the door and stepped in, the man squished the sides of the plastic package-envelope. It was soft inside. Steve opened the end with the pull tab.

As he pulled out the fabric, Steve Weir recognized the shorts immediately. They were a well-worn pair of Jake's high school lacrosse shorts. Wadded inside was a worn jock strap.

"Jesus," Steve hissed with excitement. Maybe Jake wanted him to have these for their session today. Or maybe this was just for the times it was Steve, alone in his bedroom, imagining a grown son who wasn't there with him.

Either way, Steve knew both the shorts and the jock were gonna be crusted with his own cum before long.

It was only after a second that he noticed scraps of paper on the floor. They'd fallen out, hand torn.

Steve immediately sensed what they were, and a quick look confirmed it. It was the hall pass he'd sent Jake.

"Man, buddy," he said aloud in the quiet room as he pulled out his phone. He had to call his son.

"Hey Dad"

"Oh, Jakey..." Steve said.

"You got it."

"Yeah, I got it," his dad replied. "You're not doing this just to make me happy are you?"

"Maybe," Jake said. "But not really. I don't know, Dad. I just realized I'd rather have blue balls than fuck a substitute you, you know?"

"Sport, that's the most fucking romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," Steve beamed.

That made his son laugh. "Yeah, that's me, one romantic fucker... just promise me one thing, Dad."

"Anything," Steve said.

"We gotta find away to see each other through the semester. Yeah, I know you want me to go off and be my own man. But I can't wait till Thanksgiving. For real, Dad."

"Yeah, we'll make it happen. I'll come down next week. And fly you up whenever you want. Promise." This was a backpedal from the promises Steve made himself when Jake went off, but he realized he was happy changing his stance.

"Cool. God, Dad, I love you."

"Love you too, Jakey," Steve said. He looked down at the scraps of paper and everything they represented. "And son... next time you're here, I'll let you fuck me on my desk."

[megamindsecretlair]

All of Me

Pairing: Kane x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Use of n-word. Phone Smut, mutual masturbation (fem and male) cursing, hella dirty talk, begging, possession kink, Daddy kink, teasing, all consensual. Established relationship. Brief mention of violence and murder. No spoilers for the show!

Summary: You were so dreadfully needy and Kane wasn't there to fix it. You decide to call him and tease him a little.

Word Count: 2,366k

A/N: Wanted to do a little sum'n for Thanksgiving while we all winding down from the itis. If I did Tyrone, I'd still be writing! LOL. Ya'll can thank @planetblaque for this! Kane's voice makes me so irrationally feral. Enjoy my rotten brain! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.

Taglist: @browngirldominion @dayjlovesromance @flydotty @eggnox @blackerthings @hopelessdisasterr @sevikasblackgf @wide-nose-and-wonderful @monaeesstuff @notapradagurl7 @lovedlover @darkskinchristiandiorpostergirl @soft-persephone

This was so unfair. You tossed and turned. The cold sheet beside you felt like it was mocking you. You were horny and he wasn’t here. Your feverish skin made sweat gather everywhere. 

Your fingers desperately rubbed at your clit, getting wetter by the minute. But something was missing. Or someone. Kane had been gone more often than being there with you. And it fucking sucked. But any time you brought it up, he started in with that smile. That head tilt. He’d simply follow you into the room and work out whatever your attitude was.

You pictured yourself riding him. His hands on your hips, effortlessly lifting you up and down on his dick. You wouldn’t be able to tell who was in charge, him directing your pace or you slamming down on his dick. Gripping him tight inside of you as if you meant to keep him there.

A low, ragged moan escaped you. Your orgasm steadily built higher and higher. You pictured that teardrop on his face. Pictured leaning down and licking it. You knew what it meant. You knew that he was a dangerous man. But then you imagined his voice saying dirty things. 

Oh, almost there. Almost there. And…it was gone. “What the fuck!” You screamed into the empty room. That fucking bastard. You were so used to him filling you up that you couldn’t even get off by yourself anymore.

Randomly while taking a bath or shower, you could maybe get there on your own. But nothing else worked. He invaded every part of you. He commanded you, body and soul. And you fucking hated it.

You sat up in bed and cold air hit your damp back. That did little to dull your senses. Your clit was throbbing. You were needy. And he wasn’t here to work it out.

You grabbed the receiver on the nightstand beside you. As you dialed the warehouse’s number, you turned on the light. Your foot dangled off the side of the bed, bouncing as you waited for one of his stupid friends to answer. 

“Put Kane on the mu’fucking phone right now,” you demanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” the little boy said.

You waited, chewing on your nail. You rubbed your forehead. Your fingers came away wet with sweat. This shit was embarrassing. 

“Yeah, baby?” Kane’s deep, raspy voice came over the line and your pusy throbbed in response. Down girl. 

“You need to come home, now,” you said.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“Can’t come home just because I said?” 

“We talked about this, mama. I was gon’ have to be gone for a while while I deal with business,” he said.

So fucking nonchalant. Kane hardly raised his voice. It was infuriating. Sometimes, you wanted to see what he looked like when mad. What it would take to make him react or do something out of character. It was toxic but you didn’t give a shit. 

You refused to beg. You weren't some weak ass bitch begging for dick. And yet, you called. He was on the phone. You sighed, realizing how fucking stupid you looked sitting in the house by yourself all the time. You liked the solitude in the day time. You didn’t have to deal with anyone but your own company, just the way you liked. But at night, when you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the bed no matter how hard you tried, it was lonely. It hit you all over again just how dangerous Kane’s life was. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this Kane,” you said.

Kane sighed on the other end. “You trynna tell me somethin’?” 

You rolled your eyes. Your fever was starting to cool. You were still incredibly horny. But you weren’t going to beg.

“Naw. Bye,” you said.

“Wait, you called me. What’s up, for real? Talk to me, baby,” he said.

You listened to the rhythm of his voice. Listening to it, you were starting to get worked up all over again. With a word, he could light a fire under you. With a sentence…

“How long are you gonna be at the warehouse?” You asked. A kernel of an idea wormed its way into your brain. 

“Not sure. Why?” 

You shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it. You lay back against the pillows and got comfortable. 

“Just wondering…” you said. You played with the coil of the phone. 

Kane chuckled. “I know when you up to somethin’.” 

“Me?” You asked, feigning innocence. “I’m just wondering how long I got to play with myself,” you said. 

It was silent on his side. If it weren’t for the open air, you would have thought he hung up the phone. You trailed your hand over your tummy. Kane liked to place extra kisses there. You pictured him kneeling over you, placing soft kisses and watching how your belly dipped. He’d lick certain spots, guaranteeing a laugh from you.

“Are you touching yourself now?” Kane asked. He was deceptively calm. 

“Mhm,” you said. Your hand went lower, slipping beneath your panties. “Wearing your shirt. The long sleeved blue one. And my panties,” you said. Your hand played with your curls and you tried to control your breathing. But this teasing was exactly what you needed. If his punk ass wanted to spend all his time at the warehouse, he ought to know what he was missing out on.

“Where’s your hand at?” Kane asked. You heard shuffling. A creak. 

“Hm, over my pussy. Finna play with my clit the way I like,” you said.

“The way you like, huh,” he said.

You gasped as you moved your fingers through your folds. You were soaked. “Ohh,” you cooed. “I’m soooo wet right now.” 

Kane sighed. “I’m gonna get yo ass for this, I hope you know that. Touching my shit without me,” he said. 

“Oh, I’m so scared. If only I wasn’t so busy takin’ care of business,” you said.

Kane chuckled. He cleared his throat but it did nothing to soften his raspy voice. “You try to talk so tough. It’s kind of cute. But you forget that I know yo ass. You called ‘cause you couldn’t get yourself off, could you?” 

You bit your lip, irritation flaring up. His ass would guess on the first try. Oh well, didn’t matter. You were getting what you wanted and that was all that mattered. 

“Actually, I came before I called. Thought you might want to hear me cum again,” you said. You started to moan as you pictured whatever retribution he was thinking of. If he would spank you. Bend you over his knee. If he would fuck you in his recliner in the living room. If he would play you like a fiddle. If he would get straight to the point and fuck you stupid, not caring if you were wet enough for his big dick. 

“You rubbing your pussy?” Kane asked. His voice went lower, more strained.

“Yes,” you moaned. 

“Slow it down then.” 

“I need to cum,” you said. It had been a horrible night. After you smoked, you got so fuckin’ horny you were bouncing off of the walls. Kane didn’t like you driving by yourself. And he didn’t want you around the warehouse. He didn’t want to have to kill all them niggas for lookin’ sideways at your ass.

You hissed. Murder shouldn’t turn you on. But well, there was something so hot about the way Kane treated you. Like you were the lost City of Atlantis and he guarded the secret with his life. 

“Listen to me, mama. I’ma do you this kindness ‘cause I know Daddy ain’t been around. You’re lucky you caught me in a good mood. So slow it down for me. Go slow, them little circles I know you like,” he said.

You listened. Damn him, but you listened. You slowed down, rubbing large circles around your clit. Your legs shook as the pleasure increased. Your breathing slowed with it. 

“That’s it. Don’t that feel good?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whispered. Your head fell back against the pillow, your eyes rolling back to the ceiling. 

“When I get home, I’m gon’ lick that sweet pussy of yours. Nice and slow, just like you rubbing,” Kane said.

“Oh shit,” you gasped.

“Gon’ push those thighs to the bed. You won’t be able to close ‘em, no matter how much you want me to,” he continued. “Hmm, run my tongue along your pussy. Fuck you with it.”

“Shit,” you said. You could picture that. His tongue fucking into you. His big hands palming your thighs. Your legs dropped open further, as far as they would go. Your hips moved, wanting him there right now. 

“Mhm, slow it back down, mama,” he said. 

“Kane, please,” you said. If you admitted that you lied earlier, you’d never live it down. He’d lord it over you until he found something else to mock you with. Your belly tightened, cramping with the need to cum. 

“Listen to me, mama. You making me so fuckin’ hard over here,” he said.

“Really?” Your pussy clenched. You loved that you affected him just as much he affected you. That you weren’t alone in this obsession. You did as he said, slowing down again. Your fingers were drenched.

“I’m so wet, Kane. I’m gon’ have to wash these sheets,” you said. You chuckled, your voice breathy. 

“Let me hear it then,” Kane said. 

You held in a smile, your cheeks scrunching with the effort. You moved the phone from your ear and held it to your pussy. You played with yourself, nice and slow like he wanted. It was quiet in the room. So you heard how wet you were. You paid attention to the sound. It made you wetter. 

Your ragged moans were dragged from your throat. You were so close.

You brought the phone back to your ear. Kane sighed and groaned. “Damn, little mama. All that for me?” He asked.

“Yes, baby,” you said.

“Mhm, what you ‘sposed to say?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned.

“There you go. You get that shit right. I shouldn’t have to correct you, right?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned. 

“Now I want you to taste yourself. Taste how I’m getting that pussy screaming for me,” he said.

“Fuck.” You did what he said. Dragging your fingers past your lips and tasting your arousal. You moaned. 

“I know it’s been a minute since you had this dick, you miss it, huh?” Kane asked.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you admitted.

“Was that so hard to say?” Kane asked.

“Boy, fuck you,” you said. But there was no heat in your words. He was absolutely right and there was no way that you could deny it. You needed this man. Needed. It should scare you to give so much of yourself to one person. To trust that he’d always be there when you fell. And he had never let you down.

True, moving here was not what you were expecting. You were just happy to have him out of prison and in your arms again. You waited. You deserved his time. Didn’t you? Didn’t you hold it down for him? Weren’t you strong for him? Didn’t you get by, day after day, living with the pain of not having the love of your life in your arms? 

His side of the bed was always so painfully icy. Your hand would accidentally brush it and you’d yank it back as if it scalded you. It reinforced how empty your life had been without him. You could survive without Kane. It would hurt like hell, but you believed you could. You didn’t want to have to. 

You wanted him here, beside you. Holding you. Kissing you. Making you laugh. Fucking you until you both couldn’t breathe. Until the rays of the sunrise poked through the curtains and illuminated his beautiful face.

“Put them fingers inside you, mama,” he said. 

You did as ordered, pushing two fingers inside of you. You gasped. Your voice stuttered. Your fingers were a poor substitute for his thick dick. For the rock of his hips. For his hand on your throat. For his gorgeous eyes closed as he slammed inside of you. Like he didn’t want to be anywhere else. Like you were heaven and he was floating above the clouds.

You sighed and moaned. Kane encouraged you, wanting to hear every sound you made. You listened to his own uneven breathing as he jerked himself off. You pictured him sitting, rubbing his dick. Hard at the thought of you.

“I think…I’m cumming,” you moaned.

“That’s okay, mama. Let it go. You been doing so good. Let that shit go and cum for me,” he said.

You screamed his name as you finally came. The wild force of it knocked the breath from you. You felt like you were in the eye of the storm. Everything was still around you, but inside, you were twisting and turning. Roiling with the intensity of the storm. Your body bowed on the bed as your climax surged through you.

Kane groaned as he came. “Goddammit,” he muttered. He panted as he calmed down. You matched his breaths. 

You felt so much better. You relaxed against the damp pillowcases beneath you. Your skin turned cold as that phantom fever left you with the orgasm. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you recovered.

Kane took in a deep breath and chuckled. “That’s all you get. I’ll come home and we gon’ talk about you on that bullshit again,” he said.

You giggled. “I’m gonna have to clean myself up. I’m thinkin’...bath. Candles. Definitely gon’ have to touch my pussy again,” you teased. 

Kane was silent once more. You heard shuffling and random shifts from him. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m gon’ be home in twenty minutes and yo ass better be right fuckin’ there,” he said.

“If I’m not?” You asked.

“Don’t push me, little mama,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said. You tried to sound contrite but you both knew that you were happy as hell to finally get some dick. Twenty minutes wasn’t too long was it?

If you enjoyed this, there is more! The Secret Kane Files

[seethesin]

dreams and desires

pairing: Succubus!Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: cursing, sexual content, jealousy/possessiveness, choking/breathplay, edging, begging (mdni, 18+)

a/n: as a horror fanatic, i am doing my civic duty and participating for one (1) day in the haunted hoedown. i randomized the prompts and received the following combination:

au: vampire/supernatural

dialogue: “tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it, no matter the cost.”

trope: cursed/fuck or die

kink: jealousy/sharing/possessive

prompt: i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it’s definitely just wild dreams, right?

let's see how ridiculous this gets :)

It started about a week ago.

Every night you would go to bed and have the same dream. You were standing in nothingness; a complete void of darkness swallowed you. There was no sound, scent, or feeling you could latch onto to ground yourself in reality. You were alone in a perpetual state of limbo.

Until you weren't.

Like clockwork, a pair of brilliant, emerald eyes cut through the haze like a blade. They move slowly, gleaming as they float towards you. At first, they terrified you. The otherwordly vibe they possessed used to have you backing deeper into empty space. But now? You swarm to them, as they've become your only comfort in this godforsaken place.

"Welcome back, [Y/N]." the familiar, sultry rasp is deafening in the silence.

"Hi." It comes out as a pitiful whisper as finally, the irresistible owner of those eyes emerges from the darkness.

"Hi yourself," she purrs, a smirk stretching across her sharp features. Her teeth are on display. They're jagged, like a shark's.

You want her to devour you.

She always acts first. Her hands are on you, slotted on your hips as she buries your body into hers. Hot, wet lips are dragged down your neck as her teeth mark the base of your throat. You forget how to breathe and instead, hug your arms over her shoulders. A hand snakes into her hair, your firm grip keeping her stationary.

Her chuckle makes your clit throb.

She must know that too because one of her hands withdraws from your hip, only to slip underneath the front of your pants. Her finger pads brush against your clothed cunt and you keen. You're rutting against her hand, stealing as much friction as you can get away with.

Thankfully, she lets you do what you please. In fact, she is all too happy to slide underneath your underwear and plunge two fingers into your weeping pussy. You stumble forward from the sudden intrusion, allowing her to support your body weight as her fingers piston in and out. You feel the heel of her hand grazing your clit and your head jerks back, breath sputtering. You're close.

She drags the flat of her tongue up the column of your neck before nipping at your earlobe. Her lips part and her breath fans against your cheek. Her tongue darts around the shell of your ear; you wish it was on your cunt instead.

"You'll get that tomorrow, honey."

And that's exactly when you wake up: painfully edged, completely horny, and with the sinking feeling of someone sitting on your chest. Every morning presents new bruises and marks for you to find on your body. It's getting harder to cover them up. This isn't normal.

None of this is normal.

But the mystery woman haunting your dreams—she said her name was Shane at some point—was too alluring to ignore. You didn't understand where the amalgamation of her came from; there was no one you knew or knew of that resembled her. Was she some random figment of your subconscious?

No, she felt too real for that.

Maybe you just needed to get laid. In the real world.

And that is exactly what you decide to do tonight. Dressed up in your best outfit and with your friends on speed dial, you go out clubbing. Dancing, drinking, and debauchery ensue, and in the early morning hours, you're saying your goodbyes and bringing a girl back home with you. You don't remember anything about her, but hopefully, she'll help you forget.

You like how she eats pussy. It's slow, deliberate, and patient. Writhing in bed, your thighs clench around the stranger's head as she kitten licks from your slit to your clit. Her hands knead your breasts and a moan bubbles from your throat.

"Sha—" You catch yourself. "Shit."

"This okay?" the girl garbles and you pull your knees in, pushing her face deeper into your pussy. She gets the hint and picks up the pace, twisting your nipples so that you arch off the bed. An electric current ripples through you as you cum in her mouth, panting heavily. It was good, but the rogue thought of Shane doing better runs rampant in your mind.

The girl doesn't stay the night; it's almost as if she knows her role in your fucked up experiment. Once she finally cums, the both of you dress and you walk her out. You close and lock the front door before exhaling a long, heavy sigh. The sex was good, but she wasn't Shane. You were nauseated with yourself, desperately trying to think about anything else but her as you shower. This was sick. Real or not, Shane had you in a chokehold.

You needed sleep—real sleep.

You step out of the shower, dry yourself off, and wrap the towel around yourself. Turning off the lights, you exit the bathroom before stepping into your bedroom.

"Who the fuck was that [Y/N]?"

You knew that voice.

Seated at the foot of your bed was the woman you'd seen in your dreams for the past week. Shane. Except, she didn't look like she usually did.

Far from it.

Ram horns protruded from her head and curled around her pointed ears. Fleshy, batlike wings were tucked into her back, and—what the fuck—was that... a tail swishing behind her? None of these features were visible in your dreams... besides those teeth. You must have been too busy fucking yourself on her fingers to notice.

You open and close your mouth, gaping like a fish as you try to form something coherent.

The chance to is lost. Shoving you into the wall, Shane's fingers are squeezing your throat, and her other hand pins your wrists up. Your towel drops and her tail slips around you, gathering your wrists together to free up her other hand. You don't know if the wetness between your thighs is from your shower or arousal.

"Who is she?" she seethes and you are so overstimulated that you can't even comprehend the question being asked. All you can manage is:

"You're real?"

Wrong answer. Her grip tightens and you choke. The corners of your vision begin to darken. Shane bares her teeth in a grimace and the fact that her fangs are a comfort to you is appalling. You clench your thighs together.

"Of course I'm real," she hisses. Her intense gaze drops from your face to your groin, watching your thighs shuffle. Suddenly, her chokehold loosens and you greedily suck in a much-needed breath. It soon turns into a strangled moan as her free hand shoves at your thighs and cups your cunt. Two fingers slide easily through your velvety folds before she looks back up at you.

"You didn't answer my question."

Shane uses her knuckles to pinch your clit and your hips cant forward. This was real; she was real.

"I don't remember her name," you stammer, writhing against the wall as she stares at you. At this point, you don't even remember what she looked like. Shane pauses for a moment as if she's deliberating with herself. She then nods her head, releasing the oversensitive nub before wiping your slick against your thigh. Something possesses you to speak again.

"Shane, are you jealous?" There's a smile in your voice, even when you're the one pinned between her and the wall. Her gaze snaps back up at you and she scowls. Your eyes are gleaming with the realization and you can't stop your dopey grin.

"You are so jealous."

"And you like being manhandled," she quips, causing you to clam up and flush. The pressure on your neck returns and you wheeze, shuddering against the wall. Shane watches you intently, a permanent smirk growing across her face.

"Sue me," you rasp, eliciting a genuine laugh from Shane.

Suddenly, her hand releases your throat. As you cough, you feel both of her hands now on the backs of your thighs, pushing you farther up the wall. Your pussy is at Shane's eye level and she examines your swollen lips intently.

"No human has satisfied me like you have."

You observe her as she dissociates into your cunt, noting the way her fingers bury into the corners of your inner thighs. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, slipping through the top row of her spiky teeth. Shane knows you're watching her and her green gaze flickers back to your face. Her tail slithers up your back.

"But," you begin, furrowing your brows. "You've never let me—"

"I feed off your sexual energy," she states mundanely, as if the two of you were discussing the weather. The tip of her tail slides over your shoulder and begins to wrap itself around your neck. Shane's legs shift and the tail squeezes gently around your throat. You twitch, swallowing a moan. She turns back to watch your pussy as it involuntarily contracts.

"Your pleasure is my sustenance." Shane's face sinks further between your legs as her tail is taut around your neck. "Even if I don't make you cum."

The thought of this encounter playing exactly as your dreams do elicits a frustrated but garbled growl from your lips. Your fingers are threaded in the brunette's hair, death grip tight. It served as a warning with the limited power you had in this situation; Shane was going to finish what she started.

"I like edging you, [Y/N]," she whispers, her teeth gliding across the soft skin of your thigh. "It reminds you how much you still need me."

She snickers at your impatience.

Just like now, the sentence dies on her tongue and reverberates throughout your head. Her mouth envelops your cunt and you gasp, arching into the wall. Shane is everywhere all at once. Her tongue slips through your folds, flicks your clit, and burrows itself inside of you. Her thumbs pull back your labia for better access and you buck your hips as far forward as you can. You yank Shane's head forward and her tail squeezes your neck. Your exhale comes out as a croak and you blink back tears.

"Shane," you warn hoarsely, canting forward desperately. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate.

So she completely recedes. Her lips pull away, but you can feel her breath dissipate on your pussy. The grip on your neck completely loosens; her tail is now draped across your shoulders. Gulping in a ragged breath, you groan.

"Shane!"

She doesn't react.

"Shane, please." You can't believe yourself. You were going to beg a literal demon to make you cum. If you weren't so hyperfocused on your own pleasure, you would have cackled at the absurdity.

But the begging does something to Shane. Her ears twitch and she perks up, staring at you through her lashes.

"Please what?" she simpers, watching you squirm. She bites the flesh of your pubic bone and you yelp. "Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, no matter the cost."

Your mouth goes dry.

"Please," you begin again, chest heaving. "Please don't stop; Shane, I'm so close."

"Yeah? You want to cum for me?" You nod frantically, shifting your legs as her tongue drags across the bruise already forming.

"Yes, for you." A primal switch flips inside Shane and she halts entirely. Her fingers grope your thighs and she allows you to vice her head back between them.

Only for you.

It's exactly what Shane needs to hear before devouring you entirely.

[amplifyme]

Reposting because the muse said so. You can read it here, too.

Third Time's a Charm

He rolls over onto his side and finds her looking back at him in a mirrored position. They’re both still struggling to catch a deep breath. His bedroom smells of sheets a week past needing changed and just concluded sex. How does one describe that particular aroma? He thinks about it for a second and decides that mutual insanity fits pretty well right now. Folie au deux.

“Do we…” he hesitates, not sure how to put it. She is solemnly studying him with eyes that shouldn’t be as dazzling as they are, since his bedroom is illuminated only by the streetlights leaking their dim and hazy light through his open blinds. Far-off thunder rumbles quietly in the distance. “Should we… do we talk about this?”

Because Mulder thinks that falling into bed with Scully once is an anomaly. But twice is deliberate. And this third time is… what? A commitment? A habit? Maybe a declaration that this is no longer just a thing they do when under extreme stress? That perhaps now it’s something they engage in simply because they want to?

After all, it’s just a weeknight, and like many others before it. Living room well-lit as they go over files, sharing decent take-out and maybe a beer. No stress other than the low simmer of anxiety that’s always there. Everything just like it's always been before. And yet, somehow, they've found their way out of their clothes and into his bed. For the third time.

“What’s to talk about?” she lazily counters, drawing a damp palm across his collarbone and down his chest. “It is what it is.”

This is not the sort of remark Scully makes. She considers everything very carefully. Disassembles a thing and studies each separate part before she begins to reassemble the disparate segments into something she can explain in lengthy and often incomprehensible language. Her laissez faire attitude unsettles him.

“Well,” he begins, “because this isn’t.. it’s not. I mean, this is not what we do.” He takes in a deep breath. “Normally.”

“Apparently it is now,” she rejoins.

“And what do you think about that?”

“Do we need to discuss this?”

“I think so, Scully. You know how important you are to me, right? I mean, you do know. Don’t you?”

She’s still stroking him, up and down his body where she can reach, slow and precise, and it makes it hard for him to think. He’s thirty-seven years old and should require a bit of time between rounds of the horizontal mambo, but apparently his body is dialed into eighteen and perpetually horny. He’s flabbergasted by the ability of his penis to take a licking and come back ticking so quickly. Or maybe it’s just because it’s Scully.

“I know how you make me feel,” she declares.

“How’s that?” He’s honestly curious. Because the tone of her voice leads him to believe it’s something good. But nothing comes easily with Scully. She makes him work for almost everything.

It’s quiet long enough that he decides she's going to ignore his query. But if it’s reticence, she hasn’t informed her hands of that. They’re still busy speaking their own language against him. Her legs have become tangled in his, dragging the satin of her skin across his. He can’t help it: he has to reciprocate. It’s too tempting to keep touching her in all the places he hasn’t been able to before.

He pulls her closer and gets busy with her mouth for a minute. They break their wet kiss and she breathes, “Desired,” against his lips. “Necessary,” she whispers across his chin. “Alive.” The word brushes the line of his cheek. She pulls back and cups his jaw in her talented and capable hands. Her swimming pool eyes threaten to swallow him whole. “Safe,” she proclaims.

His eyes slip shut at that. He wishes it were so. More than anything. She says it a second time, softly upon his face, and kisses his closed eyelids.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

[pedroshotwifey]

To the Flame Chapter 2

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Chapter tags/warnings: not much yet, age gap, fluff, reader being horny (c'mon y'all it's me what do you expect), Javier being gorgeous, kissing (whoo!), cute lil nicknames, mentions of cheating, stuff I'm probably forgetting (please refer to masterlist warnings to get more in-depth)

Chapter summary: You go out with Javi and find out that he's everything you could hope for---and more.

A/N: Hey, babes!! I hope you like this chapter! I'm aware that it may feel a little rushed, so please refer to the masterlist A/N if you're confused about that. I really can't wait to dive deeper into this story with y'all!!

***

It’s a little past 8:00pm when you get home.

The first thing you do after hauling the leftover produce into the house is run upstairs to your room and dial Javi’s number. Fuck, are you really about to do this? 

You set your phone down on your bed, suddenly shy about actually talking to him again. What if he changed his mind about you? He could be at his house right now hoping that you choose not to call. He could be realizing that you’re too immature for him, too young. 

He had to have been in at least his mid-thirties, right? Would a man at that age really go for you? Was he even flirting or are you reading too much into it?

The more you sit and think about it, the more you talk yourself out of it. If you’re going to do this, you need to stop overthinking every little thing. He gave you his number. He thought you were sweet. 

The memory of him calling you such makes you blush again, a smile creeping onto your lips. He thinks you’re sweet. 

It’s okay, you tell yourself. You can do this. 

With shaky hands and bated breath, you pick your phone up, his number already typed up. All you have to do is press the call button and you’ll be set. You count to three, and then you let your thumb press the button. The phone starts to ring. 

You realize too late that maybe you’re calling too early. What if you seem desperate? 

He picks up after the third ring, before you have a chance to change your mind. 

“Peña.” You hear his voice on the other end of the phone, and your chest immediately swells with hope.

“Hi! Uh, it’s me, from the market, earlier today?” God, you sound so awkward. Why do you have to sound so damn awkward?

“Hey, sweetheart,” Javi says, his voice already picking up a more friendly tone. “I was hoping I would hear from you.” 

You smile like an idiot on your side of the phone. 

“And I was hoping I would have the guts to call you,” you reply. 

“If anyone needs to have the guts to do anything, it’s me for walking up to you in the first place,” he says with a light chuckle. 

“Well I’m sure it wasn’t too hard, with me being so ‘sweet’ and all,” you reply. You know you’re going to start getting into some dangerous territory soon if you keep up your flirting. As much as you want to, you know you probably shouldn’t. At least not tonight. 

“Oh, well maybe I had it wrong, sweet thing. Sounds to me like you can catch a bit of an attitude, huh?” 

Fuckkkkkk. The way his voice drops even over the phone has you biting your lip. You can feel your core clench at the teasing way he says it.

“Maybe I can,” you retort, slightly out of breath. “Maybe that’s why I’m so funny. Sometimes you need to have a bit of sass to make people laugh.” 

You really like this little game the two of you have going. It’s light and playful and just what you need. 

“Oh, is that what that is?” he asks with mock skepticism. “Teach me, then. Maybe I need to learn how to use this ‘sass’ of yours to keep up.” 

The two of you talk for hours. Almost every reply he has makes you giggle. And not in the fake way that you do keep a man talking—he really knows how to pull a genuine laugh from you. It feels good. 

By the time you finally hang up, you’ve agreed to a date on Friday night. There’s a nervous flutter in your stomach even after you hang up, and knowing that you’ll be seeing Javi so near in the future makes it seem like it will never calm down. 

After putting your phone down on the nightstand next to your bed, you sigh deeply and let yourself fall back onto the comforter. You’re out like a light in a matter of minutes. 

***

Friday rolls around before you know it. 

The entire day you’re buzzing with energy. You and Javi have talked on the phone almost every night since monday, your attraction toward him growing each time. He's just so kind and patient, he makes you feel like you’re worth something, like you’re someone he actually looks forward to talking with. 

You don’t remember the last time you felt that way. Even with your ex, you had always gotten the impression that you were bothering him no matter what you were doing. It’s worse to feel like a nuisance than it is to feel invisible. You had decided that a long time ago.

Your mom and dad are going out of town until monday, so they left you a list of chores to do around the house. There’s a good bit of them, but at least you’ll be able to do it at your own pace since they won’t be looking over your shoulder the entire time. 

Sitting down at the kitchen table, you pour yourself a bowl of cereal and circle the tasks you want to finish today. Javi’s picking you up around 8:00, so you keep that in mind while you make the list. 

There’s the other reason you’re glad your parents are out of town. They won’t witness their twenty-something year old daughter getting picked up for a date by some guy who’s likely around twice her age. If they didn’t like your past boyfriends, they would lock you away for this—and he’s not even your boyfriend. 

Yet, You hope. Your heart flutters at the thought. Having such a man all to yourself, it sounds like heaven. He’s so good to you and you haven’t even gone out with him yet. 

Catching yourself daydreaming, you shake your head, trying to rid the thoughts and wishes that run through your mind. Focus, girl. You need to get to work. 

***

You’re done with everything about a half hour before you expected you would be. You’re sweatier than hell, exhausted to the point where you could drop where you stand, and hungry and thirsty enough to eat a horse and gulp down everything in its trough. None of that seems to matter right now, though, when you’re only hours away from seeing him again. 

You run into the house and hop in the shower. You had set your outfit out last night, so you won’t have to worry about that. It had taken a little longer than you’d like to admit, but it was worth it to find the perfect match. You slip it on and take a look in the mirror, analyzing every component of it to make sure it all fits together. 

You picked out a navy blue sundress with little daisies on it, white sandals, and a little white crossbody bag. It’s one of your favorite outfits, you just hope that Javi will like it as much as you do. As you look at the mirror, you can’t help but pick out all of your insecurities, making a note in the back of your mind that you hope he won’t notice. 

You see the pudge of your stomach, the bags under your eyes, the tone of your skin that you wish was just a bit different. Deep down, you have a feeling that Javi would never point out any of those things, but they’re there none-the-less. 

You shake your head at yourself and take a seat at your desk to do your makeup. You decide to stick with the basics— mascara, blush, and lipgloss. Besides, Javi’s already seen you without makeup, and he seemed perfectly enthralled even so. 

***

You glance at the clock in the entryway hall. 7:58.

Javi should be here any minute now. The butterflies in your stomach haven’t calmed down since you finished your look with your makeup. It seemed that once you were fully dressed up, the reality of everything really seemed to set it. 

You’re going on a date with the man of your dreams. How the fuck did that happen? It sounds too good to be true. 

As you think that exact thought for what is probably the 50th time today, you see what must be Javi’s truck pulling up in your driveway. 

He slows and pulls in to where you’re standing at the edge of your walkway before rolling down his window and revealing his deathly handsome face once again. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greets you with a flashy but genuine smile. You almost forgot how stunning he is in person. You open your mouth to respond but he hops out of his side of the truck before you can. He comes around to stop in front of you, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

As you stare up at him, you can feel your knees go weak. He has this look in his eyes like you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen in his life. It instantly wipes away any insecurity that had previously been on your mind. 

“Hey, Javi,” you say after a moment. 

“You look beautiful,” he tells you genuinely. You blush and glance toward the ground. 

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you retort. He smirks at you when you meet his gaze again. 

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

There’s a beat of silence as the two of you hold eye contact. Your head is starting to feel fuzzy, almost as much as your stomach, but the feeling is addicting when it comes to him. You look back at the flowers in his hand. 

“Thank you for the flowers! They’re not so bad either,” you joke, taking them from him as he offers. “I’m just going to put them inside really quick.” 

“You’re welcome, honey. Take your time,” Javi tells you, his tone light with amusement. 

You nod and murmur another quick thanks before digging your keys out and going back into the house. You walk into the kitchen and set them down carefully on the kitchen counter. They’re beautiful, a perfect mix of flora and greenery. You don’t ogle too long, you don’t want to keep him waiting. 

“You ready, Hermosa?” Javi asks as you lock the door behind you. 

“I think so,” you say, taking a step forward. His smile widens as he gently leads you toward his truck and opens the passenger door for you. He helps you up and you slide in so that you’re comfortable on the bench seat. 

He stands by your side for a second too long, and for a moment you think that he may buckle you in. Honestly, you don’t know how you would feel about that, but you don’t have to think about it too hard because he’s shutting your door and hopping in on his side within a few seconds. 

He buckles himself in at the same time you do as you share a smile. The look shows so many unspoken things: excitement, adoration, giddiness, infatuation, but most of all, painted on each of your faces is the electricity you feel from the forbidden quality of this whole situation. 

You, sneaking away with an older man you barely know. You’re aware deep down that you shouldn’t be doing this—and he surely does too—but neither of you are able to resist the temptation and the thought of what this could become. 

***

The ride is nice, not awkward like you were scared it might be. The two of you make small talk, and when there’s silence, it’s comfortable. That’s one of the most important things to you when it comes to being around people. The fact that you can both just enjoy the silence without feeling pressure to fill it tells you all that you need to know. It doesn’t feel forced.

Javi ends up taking you to a small, locally-owned Mexican place for dinner. You remember going with your parents once or twice before you moved away, and if you’re recalling correctly, the food was delicious. 

Javi parks his truck in the gravel lot and turns toward you as he unbuckles his seat belt. 

“Hope you’re hungry,” he says with a smile before he hops out of the truck. You blush as you catch yourself admiring his stride as he walks around the front to open your door for you. You’ve never been much of an ass gal, but this man is going to change that.

The way his tight jeans hug him so nicely in all the right places make you want to drool. The bulge in front doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and you don’t even know if he’s hard. Either way, it makes you want to rip his zipper down right here in the parking lot. Maybe you should skip dinner and beg him to let you suck his cock. 

You’re staring off into space, biting your lip, when Javi pulls the passenger door open. He flashes you a quick smirk that makes the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment. There’s no way he knows what you were thinking about, you tell yourself, trying to calm yourself down.

He holds out his hand for you to grab and you thank him quietly as you push yourself out of your seat, your face still flushed from your spiraling thoughts. As you place your foot on the edge of the cab to step down, your foot slides and you go flying forward. 

Your eyes go wide and you brace yourself for the gravelly impact of the parking lot, your stomach dropping in a panic. Just as you think you’re going to land on your ass, you feel Javi grasp your hand tighter and wind his free arm around your waist. 

You stare at him with your lips parted and your brows furrowed, a rush of adrenaline still coursing through you. 

“Sorry,” you whisper, almost entranced by his gaze paired with the way he’s holding you. 

“That’s alright,” Javi smiles back, shifting to let you stand on your own. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“Yup, just clumsy,” you admit as you brush your dress down. “My parents used to count the amount of times I would fall down in a day when I was younger.”

He laughs at that, and you smile wider, the sound warming your chest.  

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it would get up to double digits most days.” 

He shakes his head at you as he wraps an arm around you to lead you to the door. 

“Alright then, graceful. Let’s get you into a chair before you can get to double digits.” 

You laugh with him this time. You like the way he pokes fun at you. It’s light and it’s not something that makes you feel bad about yourself. Your ex used to make fun of you, but his favorite subject was always something to do with your looks. 

You would laugh along, trying to make it sound genuine, and when you didn’t, he would call you sensitive or complain about how you could never take a joke. Either way, it made you feel like shit. It’s a nice change to laugh about something you brought up with Javi. 

He pulls the door open for you to step into the restaurant, and you give him a small ‘thank you’. He nods and steps in behind you. 

You’re immediately enveloped by the warmth and vibrance of the place. The music plays at a low volume, but is upbeat. The smell already makes your mouth water. 

“For two?” 

Your attention snaps to a waitress who seemingly fabricated out of nowhere. She doesn’t spare a glance your way, and instead addresses Javi with a bright smile. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. She’s lucky he’s so damn gorgeous. 

“SÍ. Can we get a booth?” 

The woman nods before turning around, obviously over-swaying her hips to take you to the table. You’ve never been the jealous type, but something about women who deliberately try to get taken men's attention just irks you to your very soul. 

Javi waits for you to sit before taking the side opposite to you. He keeps his eyes on you as the two of you order drinks. The waitress lingers for a moment, but you don’t notice over the blush you’re currently trying not to sport. The way he looks at you makes you feel absolutely naked. 

“How’s your day been, sweet girl?” he asks, taking pity on your flushed state. You smile tightly at him. 

“It’s been okay. Just did some work around the farm.” 

His brows raise at this. “Your parents been working you too hard?”

You shrug. “Not really, there’s just a lot to do. I don’t mind that much, it’s a welcome distraction, to be honest.” 

Javi nods. “Well, if you run out of distractions, I’m always here.” He looks deep into your eyes as he says it, and you can feel your blush at the tips of your ears at this point. You think you catch his drift, but you don’t want to be presumptuous. 

Before you can think of a response, the waitress is setting your drinks down. 

***

The rest of dinner flows nicely, both of you finding topics that the other one can relate to. It honestly feels like you’ve known Javi for years, everything just comes so easily with him. 

You learn that he grew up around here, on a farm with his parents. You also learn that he studied psychology and sociology in school, and now works with the law enforcement. That fact honestly startled you a little bit. It just must not have been what you were expecting, although you can’t see him in any other profession now. 

You had told him a bit more of your history as well, though you tried to skirt around details pertaining to the last few years. You know he would be up to listening, but you didn’t come out to dinner with the man of your dreams to talk about some asshole who did you wrong. 

Javi had ordered a bit of wine about halfway through, which lightened the conversation a bit more. You’re thankful that he did though because it eased your nerves at least a little bit. 

He leads you out the door now, one hand on the small of your back. You sigh as you step outside, a soft breeze kissing your cheeks. You take a few steps and look up at the stars as Javi shuts the door behind you and then comes to a stop next to you. 

His presence is strong yet comforting, your attention quickly drawn to the man next to you. You both gaze at the sky as Javi laces his fingers with yours. Your breath hitches, but you squeeze onto his hand. You glance at each other, and then share a smile before he leads you back to the truck. 

The ride back to your house is about the same as it was to the restaurant, but this time with more of a calming feeling. The windows are cracked, letting the cool breeze into the cab as the radio plays on low volume. Javi holds your hand the whole way back, and you have to fight way too hard to keep your cheeky grin at bay. 

You’re back at your driveway before you know it, the drive going by way too soon. Javi parks his truck and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“Can I walk you to your door, sweetheart?” 

You nod at him. He comes around the truck to open your door for you, and offers his hand again. You make an effort not to slip this time. 

You lead him up the walk and stand under the dim porch light, turning to face him as you take his other hand. 

“Thank you, Javi.” 

“You’re welcome, baby. Thank you for coming out with me.” 

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean up and press your lips against his. He reciprocates immediately, letting one of your hands go to cup your jaw. He’s a fantastic fucking kisser, of course. You knew he would be. 

His lips glide like butter against yours as he deepens the kiss, a small moan slipping from between your lips. You almost feel light-headed. 

When the two of you pull away, it’s only because you’re out of breath. You stare at each other for a moment, eyes hooded and panting lightly. Javi dips down and places one more gentle kiss to your swollen lips, and then another on your forehead before dropping your hand. 

“Sleep well, sweetheart.” 

Your heart thuds heavy in your chest as you watch him take a step back. 

“You too, Javi.”

He smiles at you again before turning around and heading back to his truck. You watch him until he’s starting it back up, and then you unlock your door and rush into the house so he doesn’t catch you staring. You close the door and lean your head against it, a giddy smile quickly spreading across your face. This man is too damn good to be true. 

*****

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Fix it fic for this part 1

Eddie ripped the bandage off first. He seen the way Steve was acting shy and embarrassed after he came. Eddie had seen that before. It was the same anxious look every "straight" guy had given him after ever hook up he has ever had. He knew going into it that Steve couldn't see him as a real relationship. He knew Steve was just horny and he could help. He was used to this, so why did it hurt so bad when Steve left.

He tried to assure Steve(and himself) that nothing had to change, and Steve said the same. But then Steve left, and he knew he fucked up his friendship with the best guy he has ever met. Steve couldn't look at him the same. He was obviously uncomfortable.

Maybe it hurts so badly because Eddie let his feelings get in the way. He knew he was in love with Steve and still did this stupid shit. He had loved the way Steve felt beneath him, the way the other man's body melted under his touch, but it wasn't worth losing one of his closest friends.

He needs a distraction, anything not to think of Steve. Maybe after a while it won't be weird anymore. For now he'll try to keep some distance.

He decides to call up some fling he had in the back of a club in Indy. The guy was a few years older than him, but he had been fun; he was in a metal head, liked DnD, was obsessed with horror. Honestly, he was perfect for Eddie. He had told him to call him up if Eddie was ever in the area.

He gets ahold of him, setting up a date with him the following night. He really hopes this will be enough to get rid of the giant Steve shaped hole in his heart, only made bigger by this ill-advised hookup.

~~

"Steve..." Robin says softly as they are cuddling on his couch. She is running her fingers through his hair as he lays his head in her lap.

"Yea?" He whimpers, having been crying for the better part of an hour, not that he would let anyone other than Robin see.

"You should call him tomorrow..."

"Ugh, " Steve practically whines. "What for?"

"To talk about this. I know I'm not crazy, I've seen the way Eddie looks at you. This has to be some crazy misunderstanding." She insists.

"If you knew he "liked me," he sniffles. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"Because I was hoping you two dinguses would figure it out on your own terms and shit, like me and Vickie. But obviously you both are too dense even after having your tongue down each other’s throats." She smirks.

"Ew, gross dude." He says, even if he has a little smile. "Do you really think he likes me like that, even though he said that stuff?"

"Yea, why wouldn't he, Stevie?" She assures him.

This gives him hope. Maybe Eddie was the one for him. After all, he wasn't blind. He had seen Eddie staring at him before, but he had tried not to read too much into it. But maybe he can read into it. Maybe Eddie was just confused, and he does want Steve as much as Steve wants him. "Ill think about calling him." Steve says, not hiding the smile in his voice as he does.

After that, they fall asleep watching some dumb movie.

Steve wakes up first. He decides to listen to Robin, give Eddie a call. He really wants to talk to him in person, though.

It's early, he knows he will probably be waking up Eddie, but he just can't wait. His conversation with Robin last night, really gave him hope that maybe he is overreacting. Maybe Eddie does want him, does want to love him, be with him.

He dials the phone and waits until Eddie sleepily answers, "Hello?"

"Uh, hi Eds..." Steve says shyly.

Eddie feels his chest tighten, anxiety from last night comes flooding in. He tries to push it down. "Oh, hey Steve. What's um up?"

"Ah. Um, nothing, really. I was just wondering, or I mean, I wanted to ask, do you want to maybe come over tonight?" And like hang out and talk?" Steve sounds nervous.

Eddie’s heart sinks. He knows Steve is a nice guy and probably wants to talk about last night and let him down easy. Or maybe he is trying just ignore what happened and show Eddie that nothing has to change. But he can't handle that right now. So he chokes out as confidently as he can. "Sorry, man. I got a date tonight. Maybe some other time?"

"Oh, a date. Um, cool. Yea that's fine. Another time" Steve replies, hiding the crushing feeling of getting his heartbroken again. There is a silence between them, so he quickly adds. "Well talk to you later." And hangs up.

Robin was wrong. Last night didn't mean a God damn thing to Eddie. He had some date tonight to prove it. He knows Eddie is not his, but it still hurts so much that there was someone Eddie wanted to date, not just fuck like Steve.

Steve hurts. He hurts worse than when Nancy called his love bullshit. This really was proof that another person he thought he may have connected with doesn't want his love either. He isn't worth it. He drags himself back to bed. Robin was up when he got back to his room. She was getting ready to leave, had the opening shift at the store. She sees the heartbreak on Steve's face.

"Are you still upset about last night. I thought we talked about this, Steve. Just call Eddie. It has to be a misunderstanding."

Steve's head is already buried in the pillow as he mumbles, "I did..."

"What?" She can barely hear him.

He lifts his head. "I said, I did. I called him, asked to hang out tonight so we can talk, and he has a date." He says shortly.

"What do you mean he has a date?" She says, confused on why Eddie would have a date after what he did last night. She had been sure for months that these idiots loved each other.

"I mean, he has a date with someone else. Someone better." Steve's voice cracks, tear welling in his eyes.

Was she wrong about what she thought she saw between them? And if she was, did Eddie know he is breaking Steve's heart? Was he leading her best friend on. For a moment, she sees red, face only softening when she meets Steve sad eyes. She sits back on the edge of the bed, "How about I call off, and we just sit around eating ice cream?" She pets his hair.

"No, Robs." He sniffles. "I think I wanna be alone. Go to work, okay?

She doesn't try to argue. she just nods her head. Steve is stubborn. "Okay...I'll be by later, okay?" Besides, Vickie is outside waiting to drive her.

"Yeah, okay." He manages to push out before burying his head again, content to lay in bed and sulk all day.

And Robin goes to work. But when she gets off, she does not go straight to Steve's.

~~

Eddie is running around the trailer, trying to get ready for this date. If he is going to make it to Indy, he has to leave soon. He wants to look perfect; he hopes this guy will be a long-term thing for him, someone who wants him completely. He tries not to think of Steve; tries not to be upset that Steve doesn't want him, tries to remember that at least Steve is his friend.

He is looking in the mirror, trying to fix his hair when he is drawn out of his thoughts by a pound at the door. Wayne is at Claudia's for the weekend, and he was not expecting anyone, so he doesn't know who it can be. When he doesn't answer right away, there is another pound and then a voice. "I know you're in there, Munson. The van is here." It's Robin...and she sounds angry? He is confused why as he answers the door.

"Calm down, Buckley. I was coming." He says as he flings open the door.

Without warning, she is pushing past him, making her way in.

"Yea, sure come on in. " He mumbles as she passes. "What are you doing here? I'm kind of busy getting ready." He says louder so she can hear.

"That's why I'm here, dingus!" She looks annoyed as she stands in his living room. "Why are you doing this to Steve?!"

"Doing what?" Eddie asks dumbly. How can he be doing anything to Steve. He was the one here with the heartache.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, trying not to lose her temper. "You really hurt him."

"I know. I shouldn't have put him that position last night, and..."

"No, you don't know." She cuts him off. "Steve really likes you, and you shut him down. But I convinced him to call you, and then I find out you are going on a date? So what, Eddie? Did you use his feelings just to screw around? Or are you really that blind?"

Eddie doesn't know how to process any of this. He is confused, Robin’s words racing through his head. "Steve likes me?"

"Oh my god!" She sounds exasperated. "Why the hell would he let you jack him off?!"

"Oh God, he told you that?" He isn't surprised, honestly. He should gave known Steve would tell Robin. "I thought he just wanted to mess around, Robs. That's how every other straight guy I have hooked up with was. I didn't want to make him feel weird."

"Oh, so you are that blind? Steve isn't just some "straight guy." I mean he doesn't really hide that he is into dudes with us." She rolls her eyes. "But that's not the point. Do you really think Steve is the kind of guy that would just use his friends like that? Has he ever given you any reason to think he would do that to you, Eds?" Her voice is softer, realizing her friends really are just oblivious idiots.

Eddie’s face drops. "No... he hasn't." He drops on the couch, putting his face in his hands. "Fuck." He sighs. "I fucked up, didn't I? I hurt Steve."

"Yea, you did." She agrees bluntly, before sitting next to him. "But, I think you can fix it."

~~

Steve eventually made his way out of bed, not bothering to get dressed in anything other than sweatpants and an old t-shirt, still in his glasses. He tries to ignore his feelings, trying to distract himself with TV. He feels almost numb, accepting that he doesn't get a happy ending. He was delusional to think otherwise.

He hears a car pull up outside and assumes it's Vickie dropping Robin off. He does not bother to get up, she has a key to his house. But suddenly he can hear music blasting from the outside. As he listens more he can almost make out the lyrics to "Burning for Love" by Bon Jovi, one of his favorite songs. The music keeps playing, and he can't figure out why they are just sitting out their blasting music.

He decides to get up and see what's going on, a little annoyed at Robin for sitting out their so long with the music glaring. But when he makes it to the window by the door, it's not Robin out there, it's Eddie. The music is coming from his van, as he awkwardly fidgets in front of the door, trying to decide if he should knock. He doesn't notice Steve staring, but Steve can't help it. There Eddie was with a few shiny stones in his hands and bouquet, hair tied up in a messy bun, and he is wearing an honest to god button-down shirt. He looks adorable.

But Steve's even more confused than before. Why was Eddie there? Shouldn't he be on his way to his date? Against his better judgment, he finds himself walking to and opening his front door before Eddie has a chance to knock.

Eddie looks like deer in headlights when the door opens. "Eddie, what are you doing here?"

"Uh, um. Here." He shoves the bouquet of pretty pink roses to Steve's chest, along with the shiny rocks, and Steve swears Eddie is blushing.

Steve takes the flower, tries to keep a straight face, tries to avoid getting his hopes up. "I...I don't understand." He admits.

"I..." Eddie lets out a sigh. "Listen, I am an idiot, okay? I messed up really bad last night."

"Eds," Steve tries to say.

"No, Stevie. Please let me finish." Eddie looks at Steve, hoping he will give him a chance. Steve just nods.

"I don't want things not to change. I lo...like you so much." He stops short of love, knowing it may be too soon for that. "And I ws just scared that you wouldn't want me like that, I mean, why would you? You're Steve Harrington. But I was just scared and I didn't want to freak you out and...." Eddie is rambling, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

As Eddie talks, Steve feels his heart swell. Robin was right, this was all a dumb misunderstanding. Eddie wants him and wants to be with him. As the song playing in the background comes to an end, and Steve can see Eddie drowning in his own ramblings, he uses his free hand to grab Eddie's shirt, making him go quiet as Steve pulls him into a kiss.

It takes Eddie’s brain a few seconds to catch up before he is kissing back, letting his hands fall to Steve's waist.

When they finally pull apart, Steve smiles "I lo...like you too.,"

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atsumu gets horny in a movie theater. miya atsumu x gender neutral reader wc: 2.6k content warning(s): nsfw, public sex mdni banner by cafekitsune

Atsumu was a man of passion and love. 

You saw it in his everyday. He breathed and lived for volleyball, pouring his body and soul into the sport in order to keep the passion in his veins shining bright. Despite his insufferable attitude at times, he was someone who always went above and beyond both for himself and for his teammates, and he never looked happier than when he was on the court, savoring each point he earned alongside his friends.

The same went for his love towards you. Atsumu never stifled himself when showering his affection onto you, and he went the extra mile to make sure he could prove his love to you whenever he could.

Although unfortunately, the stronger his love was, the harder it was to restrain him.

You had noticed how much Atsumu had been squirming in his seat ever since the movie had started playing, but you chalked it up to nothing more than him struggling to get comfortable. Maybe he accidentally wore the wrong pair of jeans, or maybe the seat was a bit bumpy. Either way, you came here to focus on a movie, not to fret about your boyfriend constantly shuffling about next to you.

The real issue made itself clear fairly soon though. While you did your best to keep your attention on the film in front of you, Atsumu’s breathing grew heavier. Each inhale and exhale felt more ragged, and soon, he was practically panting under his breath, mimicking the same strained breathing sounds he would make when he’d fuck you, folding you in half underneath and whimpering into your ear like the sex-drunk man he was.

You tore your eyes away from the big screen, and you glanced at him, raising your eyebrows to communicate silently.

‘What’s wrong?’

Atsumu looked like a mess. Through the little light the movie was providing, you saw how disheveled he was. A light pink hue tinted his cheeks, and his eyes shook when he made eye contact with you. His lips parted ever so slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his mouth. He swallowed thickly, and he gazed back at you with such hauntingly empty eyes that a flicker of worry swirled inside your stomach. 

He mouthed back silently.

‘I need you.’

You blinked back at him, dumbfounded. Did he hurt himself?

You had half the intention to run out of the movie theater and dial 911, but before you could misunderstand your boyfriend any further, Atsumu reached over and grabbed your wrist with such desperation that your breath caught in the back of your throat. Guiding your hand gently through the dark and over the arm seats between the two of you, Atsumu placed your hand squarely in between his legs.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his shaking eyes turning down. You didn’t dare breathe in, not when you could feel everything under your fingers. 

Atsumu was hard. 

There was a clear tent in his pants, and he guided your fingers to cup and grind against his clothed crotch in the ways he liked it most. Your heartbeat accelerated dangerously, and it came to a roaring thrum inside your head as your brain simultaneously ran a billion thoughts and went blank all at once.

Your eyes flitted over the theater, taking note of everyone inside. There was a couple of giggling teenagers in the corner of the front row and an elderly couple a few seats to the right. It wasn’t too many people, granted, but it wasn’t like the theater was empty either. Those handful of other people were enough to make your stomach flip with nerves, and as Atsumu started to grind upwards into your palm, you turned towards him with a panicked face.

You waited for the movie’s background music to swell before you hissed at him, “In public?”

Atsumu barely swallowed back the moan bubbling up in his chest. Even though he was just humping your hand like a stupid horny teenager, all the sensations were zipping straight into his brain. Everything felt good, felt ridiculously good since it came from you. Atsumu didn’t know what it was, but whenever you were thrown into the mix, it was like his rationale evaporated into thin air.

“Sorry-,” he choked out. His breathing was rapidly becoming shallower, and you could visibly see his eyes clouding over with lust. “-But I need ya… Have’ta feel ya around me so bad…”

A whole slew of conflicted complaints ran amok in your head, but with how tightly Atsumu was holding onto your wrist and from how pathetically needy he looked with his eyebrows furrowed and lips shaking, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice to begin with. Waiting for the right moment, you made sure no one could hear the two of you before you did your best to unzip his pants without making too much of a commotion.

“Fuck-!” Atsumu groaned, gripping onto his own clothes when you maneuvered his hard cock out of his pants and boxers. Even through the dimmed darkness of the theater, you could see how big and swollen he’s become. The prominent veins running over his length strained against his skin, and pretty beads of pre-cum drooled out of his slit. 

You watched with bated breath as he twitched under the cool theater air, almost like his cock was begging for your touch.

And who would you be to refuse? You wrapped your hand around his base, and you made sure your fingers curled around the best you could. Atsumu gritted his teeth, nearly melting into putty then and there. You could barely keep check of your other senses over your panicked heartbeat, but you forced yourself to keep calm and look undisturbed as you started to stroke him slowly.

Letting his pre-cum smear over his entire length, you moved your hand in a rhythmic up-down motion. Even though it wasn’t super fast, each flick of your wrist had the blond recoiling back in his seat, struggling to hold back all of his moans. He just couldn’t get enough of feeling you against his cock. Atsumu would do anything for you, anything to feel more of you, anything to keep you by his side as you were.

If he could have his way, he’d bend you over in front of all of these people and fuck you senseless into these stupid movie seats. He’d stuff his cock over and over into your slick holes, and he’d drown out the movie soundtrack with your helpless whimpers. A public indecency charge would be a death sentence for his career, but even now, your scared eyes and panicked flicks made some sadistic part of him shiver with delight.

“Yeah- Just like that, sweetheart-,” he mumbled in a hushed whisper. He was thrusting shallowly into your hand, edging himself nice and slow as if this was a real treat for him. You knew Atsumu had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, always wanting to cop a feel in public, but you squeezed your own legs together as you focused more on getting your boyfriend off as quickly as possible.

“Keep it quiet…!” You hissed back. 

Atsumu threw his head back, trying to calm his breathing by inhaling through his nose. Call him sappy and stupidly in love, but your mere presence was like a living aphrodisiac to him. Just your hand already had him unraveling quickly, and his instincts were overriding everything else in his head. 

Had it been any other normal circumstance, he’d be melting into a puddle of mewls and airy moans. He’d tease you about how he was gonna fuck you till sunrise on his cock, make you praise him until you’d be so fucked out that you couldn’t speak. But with the film on the big scream abandoned and the only thing on the forefront of his mind being your soft hands provoking the heat growing in his stomach, it wasn’t like this was a horrible alternative either.

You sped up your pace ever so slightly. Your fingers ghosted over his sensitive cockhead, squeezing it slightly to emulate the feeling of buried deep inside of you. Atsumu flinched, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing underneath your fingers. You wondered if the warm flicker inside your chest was pride or something more sinister. You rubbed your thumb over Atsumu’s tip and pressed teasingly against his slit.

“Ha… Yer makin’ it real hard for me to keep quiet…,” he laughed bitterly. You shot a particularly harsh glare at him, hoping that the movie would illuminate your face enough so that he could actually see your distaste. 

You were so fucking hot when you were mad at him.

As if in retaliation, you sped up your pace, and you rubbed your hand against his length tantalizingly. He barely bit back a whiny moan, squirming underneath you. He wanted to buck his hips into your hand so badly, to use your curled fingers as if it were his personal fleshlight, to ruin your body until all you could think about was him. Atsumu lived for love, and what other way to prove it than to engrave himself physically into you?

Every time you stroked upwards, you let your fingertips gloss over his weeping tip. Edging him ever so slightly, you watched with a hypocritical keen interest as Atsumu visibly shuddered. He was clutching onto the arms of his seat, and his nails dug into the plush armrests as if his life depended on it. 

Despite your callous words, you were genuinely impressed that he even made it this far without getting caught. The other moviegoers were none-the-wiser, although the edge of knowing that one wrong move could get both of you caught wasn’t doing either of you any favors at being respectable. You swallowed back the dryness in your throat.

Atsumu was normally so ridiculously loud during sex, not wanting to hold himself back anyway. He looked like he was suffering with each thrust of your palms. His abs flexed and contracted as the pleasure ran rampant up his nerves, and his mind felt cloudy. Where did that cocky, vain setter go? All that you had left in your hands was the remnants of a needy, desperate boy who wanted to inhale your love by the handful.

Biting down harder on his lip, he clenched his eyes shut. “Ah- Ah- Fucking hell, I can’t control myself… Don’t stop- Dont’ya dare stop-…!”

His balls tensed up, and you kept egging him on. Leaning over precariously in your seat, you brought yourself as close as you could to Atsumu. His already unstable breathing hitched when he could feel your warmth envelop him, and you could feel his cock throb uncontrollably. 

What an effect you had on this man. 

A slurry of tears welled up in his shaking eyes as you exhaled slightly on his neck, making the hairs on his skin stand up on end. You were about to break him. The poor boy was wallowing in a mess of his own arousal, pre-cum dripping everywhere and practically soaking your hand. Every movement had your ears fill with a lewd shlick-shlick sound as you feverishly jerked him off. 

“I thought I told you to keep quiet,” you breathe, your mouth a mere breath away from his ear. Atsumu clenched his jaw. You could feel his hips lurch dangerously, and he nearly came right then and there from the sound of your voice. “I thought a professional like you would know how to act in public by now.”

He practically sobbed back, “-Can’t. I can’t. Not when yer around me.”

He wanted to cum so badly. You were overwhelming him. He was hurtling rapidly towards his climax, and his swollen length wouldn’t quit twitching and greedily eating up whatever attention your hand was willing to spare. Your presence, your scent, your everything made his brain go blank.

You spat out an airy laugh, almost as if you were in disbelief over your boyfriend’s uncontrollable libido. You licked at the shell of his ear, following the gentle curve, and you nipped gently at his skin. 

“You’re such a dirty pervert, Miya.”

There was something wrong with him. There was something horrendously wrong with him. Hearing you degrade him and use his family name as if you were too disgusted to refer to him properly by his given name did something absolutely fucked to his brain. 

Atsumu’s cock convulsed violently under your fingers. 

“Nngh…! Sweetheart-!”

You moved fast. You knew he was going to cum the moment you gave him a little more, and you shoved your mouth on top of his as Atsumu shamelessly came all over your hand. You forced all of his loud whimpers and moans back down his throat, shoving your tongue into his mouth so that he’d choke over his cries. Now that his voice was successfully stifled, you focused more on salvaging the mess that he was.

Spurts of white cum went everywhere, coating your skin in hot semen. You winced just a little bit at the heat, but you endured it, jacking him off through his orgasm until he completely emptied his balls out all over you and all over himself. Atsumu’s eyes glazed over with a kind of fucked out haze, and he submitted himself entirely to the feeling of you ravaging him from head to toe. Whatever tension had been building up inside of his stomach was receding away too quickly, and it was making him fall into a heavy trance. 

You pulled away from him once his body went limp, spent from holding himself back that much and from losing himself wholeheartedly to the thrill of having you give him a handjob in public. His breathing stayed ragged as you moved with a knife-like precision, recoiling like a ragdoll in his seat as his blurred vision refused to come back to him. Even as his dick softened and you glanced around like a watchdog to make sure no one would suspect a thing, he stared at you longingly. With his tongue still hanging out whorishly, he knew he looked just like a stupid porn star fucked stupid and left for the wolves to devour.

The movie carried on as if nothing had happened, and you grabbed some of the napkins you had brought for snacks and began wiping him up without another word. A lump formed inside Atsumu’s throat as he felt you patting down his now-soft dick and other patches of cum that had stained his pants and seat, scooping it all up so that it wouldn’t harden and leave a visible stain.

You peeked up at him, and your eyes met.

“I’m in love with ya,” Atsumu blurted. It wasn’t any new information, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t told you that before. But even now, when Atsumu quite literally couldn’t think through his post-sex haze and sat there limply as if the aftershocks of his orgasm made every part of his body short-circuit, the only thing on the forefront of his mind was love.

Specifically, his love for you.

You weren’t sure whether to scoff or to laugh, but you simply balled up the napkins to toss out. Moving back to settle into your own seat, assured that your part of Atsumu’s horny fiasco was over, you snuck a peck on the corner of his mouth.

“I know. I love you too.” You grinned, all cat-like. Slipping out of his embrace before he could grab you and trap you into some kind of heated make-out session, you gestured vaguely at his lap. “We can clean up properly once the movie ends and we get back home. But before that-”

Atsumu followed your eyes down to his crotch. Heat pricked at his cheeks, and he held back an embarrassed giggle.

“-You might want to put your dick away, Atsumu.”

jean honoré-fragonard: the love letter

[stvrmhondss]

👉👈 lerquez tonite? lerquez tonite queen? (or next week, or the week after, anytime, please—)

takes a long drag from my cigarette i fear i’m in a bit of a writing slump but my thoughts are ever racing around my brain like hamsters in wheels so let me try if i can at least throw some to paper

so you know how marc is like the most feral little goblin? an incorrigible little slut? born to whore? making eyes at men twice his height, fiddling with his clothes, biting and licking his lips while someone is trying to TALK to him…. always ready to take of his shirt, pull down his pants on a stage in front of a crowd, zero shame in his body. like he Knows he’s a hot little thing… he KNOWS,,,

and then you have charles who is like the biggest FREAK when it comes to how he is perceived, his perfect pr face, so so Aware of appearances at all times and working to appear befitting his company like, wanting to Look Distinguished and Poised around his fancy monte carlo entourage and his investor meetings and what not but then being a little goofy around his friends but still being soooo aware that there’s a camera on him… like we joke we jest but he Does always spot the damn camera

and now imagine those two meeting… unstoppable force immovable object etc etc like i imagine charles is invited to one of those fancy lil gala dinners one of his clubs in monaco throws and maybe he’s even the guest of honour after his monaco win and he makes the mistake of taking marc as his +1. and BOY it’s a mistake, because marc takes one look at charles in his custom, tailored suit and decides to be the most awful brat in existence… i’m talking charles crosses himself three times when they make it out of the door of his apartment because DAMN that man is needy

like marc just does nooooot keep his hands to himself in the car, charles is SWEATING, has a death grip on both of marc’s hands just like,,, please,,, i’m begging you behave tonight this is IMPORTANT but marc just looks at him with his big baby cow eyes all 🥺 but what am i doing? 🥺 i just think you look so nice and charles is d o o m e d because his insistence on denying marc what he wants (aka getting freaked six ways to sundays) just makes marc bratty as FUCK. just oh? so you won’t let me have what i want because there’s important people there? i see. and he makes it a game, sneaks his hands all over charles just out of sight of the Important People charles wants to keep up appearances in front of, makes charles twitchy and nervous and horny as helllll while he just has a giggle

at some point charles thinks he’s clever and stands out of reach, opposite marc in a small circle of people and he thinks he finally gets to take a fucking breath because marc’s devious hands can’t reach him but ha! he has forgotten that marc is a demon and is determined to win this game he’s started by himself! so when charles makes the mistake of looking at marc for a moment while giving one of his usual charming answers and marc is just,,, looking at him with his most severe fuck me eyes i’m talking glancing up at charles from under his baby camel lashes, that little smile, nodding along to what charles is saying (his ass is NOT listening), biting and licking his lips like it is BAD for charles and he just completely loses track of what he’s saying and it is sooo obvious that he’s actually being asked if he’s okay??? like you good man?? and charles is sooo embarrassed because this isn’t very cool calm collected girlboss of him but marc just dials up the brattiness to fucking astronomical by going 🥺 it’s hot in here, no? 🥺 let’s get you something to drink 🥺 as if he isn’t directly responsible for charles losing his shit in front of an audience and that just makes charles fully lose his mind because. bastard. as if HEEEE isn’t the reason…

so when they reach the drinks table charles fucking REELS him in real close and just goes you little shit… you absolute menace do you really need me to fuck you so bad that you can’t let me breathe for a second here?? and marc keeps up his bambi eyes all oh woe is me you’re just soooo handsome 🥺 soooo hot 🥺 i just can’t help myself 🥺 and something fries behind charles’ eyes and marc sees it happen, shiver running down his spine because oh. yeah he’s just crossed the line that makes charles turn into a FREAK.

they fuck so nasty when they get back home,,, like marc bent over the armrest of the sofa because charles has NO patience left, stripped bare but charles still in his impeccable suit, only his dick out and marc is not allowed to touch himself or charles and he has absolutely no leverage like this to even just buck against charles, all teary eyed and whining and yeah… freaks (affectionate).

like damn look at this needy shawty like i’d lose my mind too if i were charles

[the-brainrot-central]

Thoughts on Diavolo getting preg? :3

Anon you are wonderful omg. I feel like realistically he would probably get an abortion but for sake of fun I HAVE SOME HEADCANONS!!!

No more weed :((( he uses it occasionally for migraines and anxiety but now he’s gonna have to rawdog that shit. His pregnancy can be pretty tough sometimes, he has a few migraine episodes during this time

An absolute emotional MESS, his mood swings are all over the place and Kira has to talk him down from a ledge constantly. Mainly anxiety, anger, sadness and euphoria, just an alternating dial of those four with an occasional (rare) moment of peace

Craves lots of Italian food of course, especially stuff with a ton of carbs like pizzas, pastas, etc (I don’t know much about Italian food tbh). kira has to start learning to cook new dishes he’s never made before to fullfil his cravings, but he enjoys the challenge :) And seeing Diavolo smile when he eats his cooking is always worth it

He feels really guilty and starts ruminating on an existential level about his pregnancy—the fact that he’s hurt and killed so many people, and now thinks that he has the right/capacity to have a baby and love it. He feels lots of regret and guilt. He had some of these kinds of thoughts during Kira’s pregnancy, but they were much easier to ignore at that time—mainly because he wasn’t the one carrying. But now that he’s the pregnant one, it’s like a constant reminder of all these thoughts and what he’s done to people, which makes it hard to cope with.

Diavolo doesn’t like crying, as he finds it embarrassing, so usually doppio comes out to cry for him—he’s much more open about his feelings and okay with being vulnerable, especially in front of Kira.

His anger issues get particularly intense, so he starts going back to the gym again to vent his rage—beats the absolute shit out of the punching bag. He doesn’t want to subject Trish or Kira to his outbursts, he refuses to hurt them like that. Still, he does occasionally snap and yells at them over small things, but he always apologizes.

Kira, having extra empathy of what he’s going through, is super super thoughtful and doting on him bc he knows how hard it is sometimes, especially for someone like Diavolo whose too shy and stubborn to communicate his needs

While he doesn’t mind dressing femme, he thinks most maternity wear is tacky and ugly, so he mostly just buys plus size men’s and women’s clothes (which are frustratingly difficult to obtain, living in Japan; he’s already bigger and taller than most Japanese brands accommodate for, so being pregnant is even more of a struggle). Sometimes he borrows some of Kiras shirts he wore when he was pregnant (he kept some of them to use as nightshirts lol)

Doppio likes coming out more than Dia, he likes having a baby bump and is very lovey dovey about the baby, meanwhile Diavolo is generally kind of miserable and grouchy when he fronts, and very insecure with his body

⚠️NSFW⚠️ Diavolo is horny as FUCCKKJ and him and Kira get it on pretty often (when Trish isn’t around of course annsndn). He’s extra kinky while pregnant, likes to tie kira up and maybe spank him a bit 🤭🫣

But when his belly gets bigger, he gets really insecure in the bedroom and they don’t have sex for the rest of his pregnancy bc he just feels really unattractive in bed ☹️Refuses to even let Kira see him shirtless at all anymore he’s so insecure. Kira is upset about this (he wants to fuck jajsjdj and he also LOVES Dia’s pregnant body 🥺) but he understands and is willing to hold off until he feels comfortable again.

[eldritch-spouse]

Can I get uuuuuuh reader who quickly figures out Breg is jackin it over the phone and proceeds to order him around & tease him?

As always, you're a fucking gift to all of your horny fans Pinnie 💕 thank you for being a glorious beacon of debauchery. Rereading your stuff is getting me through my second case of rona. Bless 🫶

--🍆🩲

[Yikes. Hope you're doing well, I only had it once. Fem reader. This a little shorter than usual.]

[Based on this post.]

He looks at the phone in pure agony.

Come on Breg, it's been, what... Half an hour longer than you said you'd be home?

It's natural to be worried, of course, but the breeder knows he could probably just text you to make sure everything's alright. Thing is, he hates texting. It's harder for Breg to read and write than the average person. And how could it not be? He learned those basic skills much later than he should have. It's only natural that he struggles sometimes, that he'd prefer to call you, which doesn't involve spelling- Aka, the bane of his existence.

Plus, he wants to hear your voice. F-For no specific reason...

It's not like he's getting lonely. It's not like he hasn't been thinking of bending you over in his hands and stuffing your holes until- Fuck.

Breathe. Think.

The whole house reeks of you, and he's getting antsy. Breg feels sorry that he's so sexual in nature, that you have to deal with this. That he's not strong enough to just turn away from the phone and jerk off like your run of the mill pervert. Nah, he's done that too much already while he was waiting for you to come back. Now he needs more. Dropping the used shirt the monster was twiddling between his digits, Breg reaches for the device and speed dials basically the only person he bothers to use the thing for, his free hand dropping to his slit in shameless preparation.

Takes a while before you pick up. As if you were debating whether or not to do it in the first place.

" ... Yes? "

Finally! His tail immediately starts wagging.

" Angel! "

There's a pause, then a very tired sigh.

" Breg. "

It's more of a groan than a greeting, something that definitely has the monster biting his lip, purposely misinterpreting the noise. His fingers drift up and down his slightly slick opening.

" Hi. "

It seems he's gone stupid. Or maybe it's just that he's focused on exposing himself.

There's the sound of shuffling from your end. " Uh, yeah- Is something going on? "

Well... That's about as far ahead into this endeavor as Breg thought. Time to toss random shit at the wall and see what sticks. The monster dips a finger into his slit and sighs quietly, the sound easily going unnoticed.

" Uhm no- I mean, yes! A-Aren't you late? You should be home by now. " He stresses.

" Mm? Yeah, I'm just doing some maintenance shopping, I'll be there soon. "

Not soon enough for his tastes.

Two fingers are now dipping into that sheath, rubbing and coiling until they find the tips of his cocks. He shivers a little, jolting at the first real touches to his members. " Do you have to do that now? "

Silence.

" ... Yes? Why? "

The breeder exhales again, this time in frustration, insistently coaxing his lengths out. It's a bit hasty of him, and Breg whines at the stretch of his unprepared slit when the roots of both cocks pop out, then relaxes back onto the couch cushions.

" Breg? You there? "

Shit. What did he say again?

" Uhhm- " Ah! " No, it's just that, I mean, we can do that tomorrow, right? You're not working then, so... Come home? " Very persuasive, that'll work.

There's another long pause of pure silence, one he's not too happy about, since the sound of your voice was helping him feel good just moments ago. The monster lightly strokes his left shaft, waiting, breath picking up slightly.

" Be honest, did something happen? Because it sounds to me like you fucked up again and you don't want to tell me. "

Breg gets a brief flashback of the handful of incidents where he set something in the kitchen on fire and quickly scrambles to soothe you. " No no, I swear! " He stops touching himself for a second. " I- I didn't do anything. "

But what if he had done something?

What if he purposely broke some of your stuff, what if he said he tossed all your plates out the window? Would that make you get home faster? Would you race here just so you could yank the breeder down and put him in his place? Punish him. Hips jut as he resumes pumping, circling the head of his cock with a thumb while he pictures you forcing him to the ground, smothering him for endless time as discipline for being bad. Fuck, he can almost phantom the sensation-

" Breg! "

The monster startles, a whine escaping him at your tone, tough he quickly coughs afterwards. It was far from a smooth maneuver. Never once does he risk stopping the flow of continuous pleasure, switching to his right dick while the left one twitches for more.

" Hhn- Y-Yes? "

" Have I been talking to no one all this time?! "

Not at all. The monster may not have gleamed a single word of your monologue, but he was very attentive to the familiar melody of your voice throughout it. " I'm... " He has to muffle another noise, tail thrashing against the coffee table. " I'm sorry, I got distracted. "

" Doing what? "

Oh, the usual, fucking myself to the thought of you. " N-Nothing. "

Idiot.

This next pregnant pause feels intentional, as if you're pressuring him. " Mhm, yeah. Well, I'm hanging up. "

" NO! " Breg shouts, half in anger half in dread, before he realizes that might have deafened you a good bit. " Please, just don't... "

There's a noise like a snort from your side, then more rustling. " Uhuh, why? "

Well fuck. What can he say now, if not the truth? He's never been good at lying, and you know that as well. He'd rather just tell you the truth and deal with the consequences than try to keep up a ridiculous charade. Breg grips the base of his shaft, pulsing.

" You're jerking off. " It's not even a question.

" I- I just wanna hear your voice... "

Painful quiet.

The breeder flusters, suddenly quiet. " No. N-No, I'm not. " Flawless, you must have been totally convinced by the awful crack in his voice.

" I've been hearing the slick of your hand on your dicks for minutes now. "

Breg halts instantly. Is... Is it really that noticeable? He's not quite sure what to say, maybe apologize? Yes, it feels like you're mad at him.

" Why have you stopped? It's not as if I'm going to ground you for beating off. " A hum, it sounds like you're moving something. " Even if you're a gross degenerate that can't keep it together. "

The insult wounds him a little, though bounces right off when he processes your first words, throbbing against thin air. " You- You want me to keep going? " The disbelief is palpable.

" Do you want to keep going? I didn't start this. "

The ambivalence you're displaying does nothing to calm Breg down. It's as if you expect this from him, which honestly, he can sort of understand when he thinks about all the other less-than-adequate situations you've caught him in. Still, the fact that you'd so nonchalantly let him get away with this is exhilarating.

" I want you here... " The pale monster whines out.

The laugh that rings out is jovial and marvelous, making him shiver and squirm. " Well, I'm not there, so make do. Don't let me stop you. "

Breg's not even sure what he's thanking you for. The fact that you haven't hung up? That you're letting him touch himself to your voice? Who knows... His pace resumes, a little more fevered this time, the breeder makes no effort to muffle his heavy breathing.

" Thank you, angel! "

" C- Can you keep talking? " He requests, in that voice where you'll be able to tell he's wagging his tail like a pup.

" Ugh, so needy... " You click your tongue. " What do you want to hear? "

" Just say things. "

Once more, very helpful of him. But it's not like the monster can spare much thought to eloquence when he just wants to orgasm.

" You know Breg... " The breaks between each word sound measured, either his mate is making an attempt to listen to him or you're just teasing for the sake of it. " Jerking off on a call, licking my used clothes, fingering me in my sleep- I don't think you deserve anything nice at all. "

" N-... No? " His cocks jump anyway, it's not as if he enjoys getting reprimanded, but the breeder is intrigued nonetheless.

" Nope. " You chirp. " What are you gonna do to make it up to me? "

Ohh fuck, anything! Anything anything anyth-

" W-Whatever you want! " If he wasn't pistoning into his own hand before, he is now, whimpering in the back of his throat. Why can't you be here??

" Yeah? " Breg nods, then belatedly realizes you can't see it. " And what do you think I want? "

A series of images flash through his mind's eye like a reel show of senseless depravity. It stuns him. Breg gives a full body shudder, tail tensing upwards while he immediately starts scrambling for words to describe half of what he sees.

" I- I can- Do you want to f-fuck my face? " He's been plagued with thoughts of it lately. You forcing him to kneel as you grind yourself over his features, spreading your scent and your mark on him. " It- I promise it'll feel good, I'll make you feel so good, I love the taste of your sweet pussy I'll- Ahn! Mmf- " A frustrated little moan derails his speech as the breeder gets too lost in his own fantasies, as usual.

" Just talking about it gets you in that state? " There's a bit of incredulity behind your tone.

" Yes, yes- Can you please come home? Please? Angel, I need you... " Words cease altogether as the monster parts his mouth in mounting pleasure, furiously chasing his climax, beads of drool splattering to his chest while he groans nonsensically, a sort of pathetic displeasure that you're not there to help him along. Or lick his cum off, fuck, you always look so hot when you do that.

" Hey, hey- Hands off your junk. "

Breg almost wants to scream. Instead, he hisses quietly, the noise tapering out into a muffled snarl.

" Don't give me that growling! "

Well, you weren't the one told to stop out of nowhere!

" Buh- But you said I could! "

A huff. " I said you could keep touching yourself, not that you can cum. "

" But I wanna... " He pouts. As if that wasn't obvious enough.

" Oh, so you don't want to cum in me then? " It's like you enjoy twisting words, and frankly, that might just be the case.

" N- Wait-! I want to, I want it, please please I'm sorry- "

" Then stop. "

Another grumble.

" Breg. " You warn. " Plug that sopping slit and don't move a fucking muscle, you hear me? "

" ... Yes. " The monster doesn't want to ruin his high, but he's also very much driven to please, sinking two fingers into the space between his opening and the members that stand tall and swollen with need.

" If you can follow those simple instructions, we'll do what you said when I get home, okay? " Breg picks up on another sound from your end, jingling keys, then the revving of an engine. Your car.

His tail is a swishing blur.

" Okay. " Anyone can tell he sounds miserable about staying still however.

There's a hum of approval. " What do we say? "

His cocks pulse. " T-Thank you. "

" Good boy. "

When you hang up, the breeder almost wants to cry, rutting into his own digits as he waits.

He's a good boy.

[saltwater-and-woodsmoke]

Frustrated || Rudy Pankow

Olivia is having a little lot of trouble getting herself off. Frustrated, she seeks out her neighbor across the hall.

Warnings: smut smut smut, protected intercourse (p in v; always used protection. Birth control implant in this case.), rough sex, casual sex, desperate sex, blow job (mentioned), verbal consent (very important!!)

This is a repost from my main blog. I am reposting to this account so all my writing is in one place

Olivia let out a frustrated groan, removing her hand from where it rested tucked under the waistband of her black lace panties. She was horny. It was simple. Usually, she had no issue getting herself off but for the last week, she just couldn’t get there. She’d tried for hours at this point and nothing had helped.

With a sigh, she rolled over and unplugged her phone from the bedside table. It was two in the morning. None of the guys she’d call when she reached this point would be up. Except him.

Rudy fucking Pankow, the sandy haired man made by the gods themselves. He was younger than her by a year, not that it mattered, and he was hot. Unfortunately they had opposite schedules with the film he was currently working on, which meant he filmed most nights. Except Sunday, which meant he’d be home and in an attempt to keep his sleep schedule regularized would be up playing something on his gaming system. There was just one teeny tiny issue.

Eighteen months ago, after she had practically choked on his cock and he’d literally put her on a different planet with three orgasms of her own, he’d declared it a one time thing. A one night stand with his neighbor across the hall. He’d barely said ten words to her other than the casual hello when they met in the hall since then.

But Olivia was desperate. She needed to cum, and it needed to be soon. She couldn’t stand these attempts to get herself off, she was so wet she could feel it on her thighs. With a groan, she pulled herself out of her bed, not caring to put pants on, and slipped an oversized sweater over her naked breasts. Well, here goes nothing.

She made it across the hall of her apartment complex in three steps, raising her hand to his door and knocking once, twice, three times. She heard a muffled “Jesus Christ, it’s two fifteen in the morning. I’m coming.” Before the door cracked open.

“Olivia.” He was surprised at first, then taking in her appearance confusion set in. “You’re not wearing pants.” She rolled her eyes.

“Thanks Captain obvious.” She said “I need help.”

“What do you need help with at this hour?” Realization hit once he said the words, taking in her half naked appearance again. “I told you a year and half ago, Liv, it was a one time thing.”

“Rudy, please.” Her voice came out as a whine. “I haven't had a fucking orgasm in a week. I can’t get myself off with my fucking hand!” He scoffed at her with a roll of his eyes.

“Sounds like you better invest in a vibrator then, Liv. I don’t know what else to tell you.” He deadpanned, then the door clicked shut in front of her.

She barely made it into her apartment before she let out a scream of frustration, tears pooling in her eyes and slipping down her cheeks. Was an orgasm really so much to ask for? Hell, he didn’t even have to touch her, maybe just talking her through it would do the trick. All she knew is that she was so horny it physically hurt, and she didn’t know that was a thing that could happen to women. Desperate, she dialed all of the five numbers she had for casual sex. Four of them were disconnected, and the fifth one, a woman answered so she said she had the wrong number.

She let out another groan, throwing her phone on the couch. She was about to throw herself on the couch as well when a knock came from her door. Wiping her eyes she walked to the door, opening it to see Rudy leaning against the frame. He looked her once over with a frown.

“You were screaming. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He said, sounding concerned. “Are you crying?”

“No. Not that it’s any of your concern, Pankow.” She quipped at him. “Have a nice night.” She tried to shut the door but he stuck his foot in the way to stop it, looking at her with a frown.

“Are you really that horny?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I mean, any man with eyes can see you’re soaked, Liv.”

“Do you really think I would have come to you if I wasn’t desperate, Pankow? I survived eighteen months without you.” She told him. “Hell, I don’t even need you to touch me, literally you talking me through touching myself would probably work.” He hummed,

“You sure want to do this? I’m not doing anything until you tell me yes. Not talking you through it, not touching you.” He told her. “And this stays between us. I don’t do casual sex.” She opened the door to let him in completely. She could feel his eyes on her and for some reason she felt extremely small next to him, despite being only two inches shorter.

“Rudy, I say this with the most consent I can muster. I want you to fuck me.” She said, sighing softly. “I don’t want you to be soft, I want you really fuck me.”

His lips mashed into hers. There was nothing romantic about the kiss, it was sloppy and teeth clashing but she wasn’t complaining one bit. It was eighteen months of pent up longing looks as one them watched the other walk down the hall, snarky comments, and almost dirty looks when they saw each other in public.

Hell, to the public they hated each other. It was a well known war between them on the internet, like they were college kids pranking each other. No one besides them knew about that night, just like no one would know about this night.

His hands slid underneath her sweater to grope her breasts, pulling a moan from her throat. He muttered a “jump” against her lips, gripping the back of her thighs as he walked towards her bedroom. Before she knew it, both of them were naked, him hovering over her.

“Last chance to back out.” His voice was dark, almost matching the clouded over blue of his eyes. She bit her lip as if she was contemplating it, but then grinned at him.

“Just fuck me already, Pankow.” She said.

“You on birth control?” He moved to start pressing himself inside of her, deciding to be nice and give her time to adjust to his size. She nodded quickly, her nails digging into his biceps as her walls stretched around his thick length.

“Implant.” Her voice came out almost as a moan. “Don’t be gentle with me, Rudy. I swear to god.”

It was like a switch flipped inside of him. He pulled back until he was inserted into her at just the tip, then snapped his hips forward harshly. Swiftly, he pushed one of her legs up towards her chest, his hand coming up to wrap itself around her throat just tight enough to increase her pleasure. The angle of his thrusts, the harsh pace, allowed him to hit that spot inside her that had her becoming a ticking time bomb.

Rudy knew she wasn’t going to last long, rather it be from the pace he’d set or from the fact she hadn’t cum in a week. Maybe it was a combination of both, but he knew she was close to that metaphorical edge and he was determined to push her off of it.

“Look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat, Liv. Being such a good little cock whore for me.” He rasped. “Gonna come in your pretty little pussy.” She clenched around him at his words, signaling to him she was close.

She came loudly, digging her sharp nails into his back as she clenched around him. His thrusts stuttered as she did, but he continued to fuck her through her high. It only took a few more of those stuttered, rushed thrusts before he was letting go in thick, hot, ropes inside of her, a loud moan leaving his throat as he did.

He pulled out of her slowly, watching as the mixture of their releases dripped out of her. As she caught her breath, he redressed. Silently walking into her en suite bathroom, he grabbed a washcloth, running it under warm water and coming back to gently clean up the mess between her legs. He tossed the washcloth into the laundry basket by her closet, going over to dig through her drawers for clean underwear and found a t-shirt for her to wear. She half heartedly helped him dress her.

Her hand grasped his wrist as he pulled her comforter up around her. He looked down at the green eyed girl, who looked up at him through heavy eyes.

“Hey.” She whispered. “Thank you. I won’t tell anyone.”

Rudy didn’t know what came over him, but he leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead before he smiled down at her. He didn’t understand what he was feeling at the moment, but it rolled in his gut and he knew he had to get out of there.

“Don’t mention it.” He told her. “Good night, Liv.”

Liv woke up the next morning, her body screaming at her. It took her a moment to realize what had happened last night. Rudy had fucked her hard, but then it was like a switch had flipped in him and he was the most gentle person on the planet. She was confused. Walking out of her room towards her kitchen, she picked her phone up off the couch.

3 new messages from: the ass in apt 5B.

3:45 am: I don’t know what kind of spell you put me under but I don’t think I’m complaining.

3:47 am: maybe I do do casual sex, but only with you.

5:39 am: you know what? Fuck it, be ready at 7:30 (pm) I’m taking you out for dinner. It’s a date. Sorry I suck at this.

[amplifyme]

Third Time’s a Charm

The X-Files. MSR. Rated: Teen & up. WC: 664. Read on AO3.

Tagging @today-in-fic

​He rolls over onto his side and finds her looking back at him in a mirrored position. They’re both still struggling to catch a deep breath. His bedroom smells of sheets a week past needing changed and just concluded sex. How does one describe that particular aroma? He thinks about it for a second and decides that mutual insanity fits pretty well right now. Folie au deux.

“Do we…” he hesitates, not sure how to put it. She is solemnly studying him with eyes that shouldn’t be as dazzling as they are, since his bedroom is illuminated only by the streetlights leaking their dim and hazy light through his open blinds. Far-off thunder rumbles quietly in the distance. “Should we… do we talk about this?”

Because Mulder thinks that falling into bed with Scully once is an anomaly. But twice is deliberate. And this third time is… what? A commitment? A habit? Maybe a declaration that this is no longer just a thing they do when under extreme stress? That perhaps now it’s something they engage in simply because they want to?

After all, it’s just a weeknight, and like many others before it. Living room well-lit as they go over files, sharing decent take-out and maybe a beer. No stress other than the low simmer of anxiety that’s always there. Everything just like it's always been before. And yet, somehow, they've found their way out of their clothes and into his bed. For the third time.

“What’s to talk about?” she lazily counters, drawing a damp palm across his collarbone and down his chest. “It is what it is.”

This is not the sort of remark Scully makes. She considers everything very carefully. Disassembles a thing and studies each separate part before she begins to reassemble the disparate segments into something she can explain in lengthy and often incomprehensible language. Her laissez faire attitude unsettles him.

“Well,” he begins, “because this isn’t.. it’s not. I mean, this is not what we do.” He takes in a deep breath. “Normally.”

“Apparently it is now,” she rejoins.

“And what do you think about that?”

“Do we need to discuss this?”

“I think so, Scully. You know how important you are to me, right? I mean, you do know. Don’t you?”

She’s still stroking him, up and down his body where she can reach, slow and precise, and it makes it hard for him to think. He’s thirty-seven years old and should require a bit of time between rounds of the horizontal mambo, but apparently his body is dialed into eighteen and perpetually horny. He’s flabbergasted by the ability of his penis to take a licking and come back ticking so quickly. Or maybe it’s just because it’s Scully.

“I know how you make me feel,” she declares.

“How’s that?” He’s honestly curious. Because the tone of her voice leads him to believe it’s something good. But nothing comes easily with Scully. She makes him work for almost everything.

It’s quiet long enough that he decides she’s going to ignore his query. But if it’s reticence, she hasn’t informed her hands of that. They’re still busy speaking their own language against him. Her legs have become tangled in his, dragging the satin of her skin across his. He can’t help it: he has to reciprocate. It’s too tempting to keep touching her in all the places he hasn’t been able to before.

He pulls her closer and gets busy with her mouth for a minute. They break their wet kiss and she breathes, “Desired,” against his lips. “Necessary,” she whispers across his chin. “Alive.” The word brushes the line of his cheek. She pulls back and cups his jaw in her talented and capable hands. Her swimming pool eyes threaten to swallow him whole. “Safe,” she proclaims.

His eyes slip shut at that. He wishes it were so. More than anything. She says it a second time, softly upon his face, and kisses his closed eyelids.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Notes:

Random brain dump so the muse can concentrate on a longer piece in progress. Mostly freeform.

Until next time…

[gaslysgirl]

Now we all know Pierre is sex obsessed. He loves his girl. Now, his girlfriend isn't sex obsessed cause before Pierre it wasnt the best. What would his reaction be to her switching to being obsessed. Always wanting him no matter where they are. Fully begging. Maybe even close to tears at one point cause he said he cant right now 👀

Omg and then he'd treat you like a brat and you love it

Pierre had definitely blown new life into your sex life. Your exes and one-night stands never managed to make you cum the way Pierre can, and they definitely never fingered you or ate you out, or put you in the positions Pierre put you in. You were craving Pierre every hour of the day. The last couple of days, your period was ruining everything, including Pierre having some duties in France and in the UK for Alpine. Your horniness was just going through the roof when your period was over, and you needed Pierre to firmly fuck you, to rail you into oblivion.

You frowned when Pierre wasn't there when you woke up, but he had left a note saying that he was at the gym, a small heart drawn next to it. You sunk back into the pillow, squeezing your thighs together. You had hoped Pierre would be here, ready to fulfill your needs, but you had to wait. And you couldn't wait. The heat in your body was unable to cool down, the wetness ruining your panties at the mere thought of Pierre's mouth on you, or his fingers or cock inside you. You reached for your phone, dialing his number without a thought. "Good morning, baby," his voice was enough to send a shiver up your spine.

"Pierre..." You wined. "I need you so bad," you breathed, cutting right to the chase. "Mon amour..." You heard him chuckling. "I'm in the middle of my session with my new trainer, baby. You'd have to be patient," Pierre told you, making you pout. "I'll be home in an hour," he continued. "An hour? I can't wait that long," you pout, and it took him only a couple of seconds to realize that you were definitely rubbing your clit while speaking to him, hearing the soft moans and breaths coming from you. "Pierre, please," you say, unable to feel the pleasure as with him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. "Oh, no, darling," he grins, knowing that he got you down bad.

"Be patient, take your hand out of your panties and wait for me," Pierre says, ending the conversation. You whine, rolling around in bed, sulking like a child as you were told no. The hour went by so incredibly slow, but he was home, finally, showing up in the doorway with a hoodie and some sweats on, looking freshly showered after the gym, hair fluffy. You look up at him, unsure of what to say, your cheeks flushed red, and Pierre instantly grew hard at how deliciously rumpled you looked, naked under the white sheets that were covering you, panties thrown to the floor. "What was that now, princess?" Pierre speaks up first, making you swallow hard. "I need you," you breathe. "So bad, I want you to fuck me, Pierre," you blurt out.

"Hmm," Pierre replies. "And you called me for that? To beg me to fuck this little pussy of yours?" he asked, his tone and his words making you even wetter. "Please," you add, the pout on your face nearly irresistible for him. "What have you become, baby? So innocent when I met you, and now you're begging for my cock," he says, grabbing your jaw before his fingers move to your neck. "Turn around for me," he demands, and you push the sheets away, sitting up on your hands and knees. Pierre growls at the sight of your pink, glistening pussy, stickiness leaking from your hole. You yelp as he slaps your clit before he harshly spanks your ass. He repeated the action, which was enough to have you shaking.

"Fuck, baby. This pussy looks so good," Pierre growls, his fingers gathering some of your wetness, rubbing it over your clit before two of his digits effortlessly sink inside you. Your back arches, your ass up for him, as your knees nearly collapse. "Oh, please, please," you tremble, burying your face in the sheets. "Please, make me cum," you whine. Pierre's fingers curl to your gspot, making you gasp loudly. You feel the heat unfurling in the pit of your stomach, but he withdraws his fingers before you can cum. You bite on your lower lip to stop begging so pathetically for his cock, but you can't help it. Your eyes roll back as his fingers enter you again, filthy, squelching noises audible from how wet you are.

Pierre jerks his cock with his other hand, and you cry out his name as he buries himself deeply inside you. His hands curl around your hips, pulling you up and against himself, watching his cock glisten with your slick as he starts fucking you, knocking the bed into the wall with each of his thrusts, making you cum till you see starts.