#nick you are not subtle babe

[sturncrazy]

PITSTOP🔥

matt sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT nsfw 18 +(exhibitionism?, dom matt, language, unprotected sex, kinda rough, lil kinky at the end)

authors note: writin some matt content for variety 🤌 this is slightly inspired by that one time matt forcibly yanked nick out of the car cause that moment lives in my head rent free.

summary: you and your boyfriend matt are driving home from an event )you were his date) when you get bored and start teasing him more than he can handle

word count: 2,254 w

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you sighed, stretching you arms above your head to the roof of the car.

“you tired, babe?” Matt questioned, not moving his eyes from the road

“mmm a little” you responded. it was a calm warm night driving along one of the quieter roads. you watched out the window looking at the few stars you could spot in the clear night sky. the car hummed peacefully while Matt’s playlist played low in the background.

You let out a small hiss of pain as you rolled out your ankles, suddenly aware the damage wearing heels for the night had done to you.

“what’s wrong?” Matt asked, concerned.

“nothin, feet just hurt from my shoes”

“oh, take ‘em off? you can put your feet up on the dash. might help with blood flow or somethin” he replied. you took his advice and kicked off the evil pointed toe stilettos you had on after unbuckling the ankle straps. you sighed in relief as you lifted your legs up and stretched them out. the silky black dress you had on had a slit up the left side and as you raised your legs half the fabric slipped between your thighs, exposing your left leg up to the side of your thong.

“woooo look at those legs…gonna make me crash the car if you distract me like that, babe” matt said stealing a glance at your body next to him. you felt a small flutter in your stomach at his comment. Matt had that effect on you so easily. even this far along into your relationship. it only ever took him even suggesting sex for you to be all over him.

“distracting you? whaaaat? i’m just gettin comfy” you teased hiking your dress up all the way and moving your bare legs around slightly.

“cmon y/n, at least wait til we’re home” Matt chuckled trying to keep his peeks at you subtle. you dramatically fussed around in your seat and whined.

“this dress is uncomfy. the straps are itchy”

“mmm” matt mumble ignoring you. you huffed, exasperated that he wasn’t giving you any attention. you whined again and reached to your side to start tugging at your zipper which made a loud sound as you pulled it.

“wha-what are you doing?” matt stuttered looking over at you. he knew that sound.

“i’m taking the top of it off. it’s bugging me.” you stated flatly.

“y/n, you can’t take your dress off in the car”

“i said I’m taking the top of it off. don’t worry i’m not gonna sit here totally buttass naked”

“still what if someone sees or something” matt said worriedly as you started to pull your arms out of the straps, still holding the top part of the dress up to cover your boobs.

“well then, lucky them” you replied letting go of your hold of the fabric. it slipped down easily sitting around your stomach, leaving you exposed from your bellybutton up. the cool air from the cars ac hit your skin making your nipples perk up immediately.

“jesus y/n” matt rasped out, swallowing loudly looking at your exposed tits. you played stupid and turned to him.

“what?”

“you know what. you have your tits out in my car and i’m trying to drive. don’t be dumb with me right now” he huffed getting pissed off at you. his grip tightened on the steering wheel and you felt a wetness start to form between your legs as you watched his tattooed arm muscles flex slightly. you leaned across the arm rest and up to his ear and kissed it lightly and then bit on his earlobe slightly.

“seriously y/n? this is unsafe”

“how far from getting home are we, matty?” you panted into his ear.

“like 25 minutes. now sit back down.” you whined loudly, crashing back into your seat.

“that’s too loonnnggg”

“too long for what”

“to wait. i’m horny now, matty” you said in your brattiest tone.

“so? not my problem. control yourself, y/n” he said ignoring you again. this was the last straw. his seeming lack of interest had pushed you too far. you needed to get under his skin. and you needed something to sooth the building pressure between your legs that was crying for attention. you placed your legs back up on the dash and let your knees fall to either side, leaning one against the window and intentionally dropping the other to give matt as clear of a view as possible. the crotch of your mesh thong was now fully on display. you shivered as the cool air blasting from the vents reached new places. you took a hand and ran it across your still exposed tits before dragging it down your stomach and into the space between your legs. you let out a small moan and threw your head back against your headrest as you began to press your fingers up against the soaked mesh fabric. slowly you pushed it aside and began to run two fingers up and down your slick folds which created an audibly wet sound.

“y/n what the fuck are you doing” matt barked looking over at you.

“fixing my problem since clearly you’re no help” you hissed as you began to drag circles over your clit. you let out another exaggerated moan, bordering on pornographic and closed your eyes. you felt matt make a sharp turn with the car. a few moments later, half still in the trace of your self inflected pleasure, you became aware that the car had stopped moving. you fluttered your eyes open just in time to see matt getting out of the car and slam his door. you had just enough time to process your visible surroundings as he made his way around the car to your side. you were somewhere wooded and darker, pulled off on the side of what looked to be a dead road. maybe matt really had had enough of your toying with him and this is where he’d brought you to get rid of you. you felt your leg fall down, loosing its support, as your side door swung open. before you had time to question what was going on matt yanked you out of the car by your wrist. you stumbled slightly trying to get your footing on the grassy patch beneath you. he slammed his body up against your back and roughly wrapped one arm around your waist to pull you impossibly closer

“bend over the hood of the car” he growled into your ear still behind you

“matt-wha—here? but—“

“you wanna act like a little slut on the road and touch yourself for anyone to see? then you’ll get fucked like a little slut for anyone to see. i said. bend over the fucking hood of the car now.” he snarled before unlatching from your waist and giving you a slight push in his desired direction. you obliged as a combination of nerves and desire stuttered through your body. you reached the hood of the car and leaned over it pressing your stomach and chest with your half-on dress up against the cool metal of the vehicle.

“lift up your dress” matt said firmly from behind you. once again you listened as you bunched up the fabric that covered your legs and ass and tucked it under your upper half to hold it up.

“good girl.” he said and you felt a harsh slap hit your backside. you let out a small shriek at the sensation. it hurt, but in a good way. a way that made you want more. he pushed his crotch, still in his jeans, up against your bare skin.

“you look so fuckable like this, y/n” he said thrusting his covered hardon against you more harshly.

“matt—please” you whined out. he wrapped a fistful of your hair around his wrist and yanked your head back.

“what was that, slut?” he snarled into your ear again.

“please matt— i need you” you panted desperately

“you begging for my cock already, you little whore?” he said slipping a hand around between your legs and beginning to rub his long slender fingers up and down the soaking thin mesh layer covering your pussy. you whimpered uncontrollably at the sensation.

“tell me what you need” he said continuing to send electricity through your body as he rubbed at your pulsing bundle of nerves

“please matt- i - i need you— i need you to fuck me— i need to feel you inside of me right now” you croaked out hearing the sound of a zipper being undone. he shoved the pathetic bit of fabric covering your dripping folds to the side

“that’s my good girl” he cooed sinisterly before slamming into you without warning. you let out a loud cry at the sensation of him so suddenly stretching you out. matt and you had had sex more than a few thousand times, but you’d never quite get used to his size. you heard him grunt as your walls clenched around him.

“fuck i love that tight little pussy” he grunted slowly pulling back out of you.

“so big matt—it—it hurts” you slurred out breathlessly

“oh don’t act like you can’t take it now, baby” he said pushing you harshly down against the car hood, your face smushing up against it slightly before he slammed back into you again filling you up.

“OH GOD MATT” you yelped out in half pain and half ecstasy. he began to thrust into you at a relentless pace. you let out a string of curses and moans so loud and pathetic it put most porn to shame.

“you like when i fuck you like the little slut you are out here for anyone to see?” matt groaned as he slapped your ass again, never letting up on his pace

“fuuuu—yes matt oh fuck” you cried out desperately fighting to breath through his ramming into your dripping hole. he pushed one hand down on your lower back forcing your ass even higher up making his hard length push even deeper into you. you thought the sensation would make you pass out.

“yeah? want everyone to watch me fuck you and see how pathetic you are for my dick, huh?”

“yes yes yes” you moaned

“fuuuucckk you feel so fucking good y/n” he exhaled leaning slightly over you now, supporting himself with his arms on either side of you pressing against the car hood, never stopping his thrusts.

the sound of his hips slapping your ass as he tirelessly slammed his throbbing dick inside of you must’ve been audible from miles away.

“matt shit i’m close” you horsely managed to squeak out

“yeah? you gonna cum all over my cock for me princess?” he said before biting down into the soft flesh of your shoulder. you let out another cry and felt the pit in your stomach of tension start to build up to its final moments.

“cmon babygirl. cum for me” those words sent you over the edge as you let out an unimaginably loud moan and felt yourself ooze your release juices and clench uncontrollably around him. he let out a low growl as his thrusts started becoming more messy.

“oh fuck i’m gonna cum y/n”

“mmm yes matty cum all over my pussy” you said still coming down from your high

“FUCK oh fuck i’m cumming i’m gonna cum” he stuttered pulling out of you abruptly just in time to coat your folds with thick spurts of his hot release. he shuddered collapsing on top of you slightly. you let out a small satisfied mmm as he tried to catch his breath.

“do you want me to try to find you a tissue or something” he said pulling back from you, looking at the mess he’d made of you.

“no” you stated calmly turning to face him.

“i like it this way.” you said readjusting your thong back over your sticky area enjoying the look of both awe and slight embarrassment that flushed matt’s sweet face.

“god your hot” he said pulling you in for a genuine kiss then heading back for his side of the car.

“y’know when we first pulled up here i thought you’d actually brought me out here to kill me” you laughed climbing back into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you.

“what? cmon y/n, you know i’d never hurt you” said matt as he settled into his seat seemingly truly concerned by your accusation

“no no i know trust me”

“i mean i might fuck you so hard you wish you were dead, but that’s a different story” he said bashfully looking at his feet, he’s usual shyness taking back over slightly. both adorable and hot. he really could do no wrong. you giggled lightly and leaned over giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“i love you matty” you said sweetly

“i love you too, y/n” he said smiling at you. you grinned back at him still leaning over your seat loving getting to look at his face this close up. you always adored those big blue eyes. he blinked at you softly and then peered down your gaping dress raising his eyebrows dramatically.

“think you have a round two in you when we get home?” he asked with a grin

“maaattt” you said giving him a small slap on the chest

“what?”

“you’re not tired after that whole display?” you questioned

“oh please y/n, we’re just getting started” he said starting the car engine.

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[cherrymayy]

•Simon says || C.S

warnings : smut, inappropriate language, oral (you receives it), orgasm control (?), fingering, idk jus nothing crazy.

In which: Your best friend Chris, suggests playing a game to relieve boredom.

a/n: Hi babes, I just came to say that I haven't written in almost two years so I don't know if this is good or bad, but I promise I will improve. Enjoy😭🫶🏻

(English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the bad grammar!!)

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯༻✦༺⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

Chris and I, we've been best friends since we were kids and we had a very strong relationship, but now we barely speak to each other properly. Maybe because I finally accepted my feelings for him and I started seeing him with different eyes.

I guess this should make me feel good, but it actually makes me feel sad. Since I'm not sure if he feels the same way about me, losing such a good friendship over a "temporary crush" makes me feel guilty.

It was 3am and Matt and Nick were in their room sleeping like a rocks, while me and Chris we were in the living room, each in their own word, scrolling through our phones. Tired of watching random shit, I let go my phone and I sigh as I looked at the ceiling of the room, bored.

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡?" I hear Chris deep voice echoing in the room. I lower my head to look at him and I see him with his arms crossed as he stared at me as if he could hear my deepest thoughts.

"𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.." I said raising my face to look back to the ceiling and closing my eyes, trying to hide that the his penetrating gaze had made me shiver. "𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑.."

"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒.." He speaks and I feel my body tense and my heart racing when the thought of Chris knowing I have a crush on him, crosses my mind.

"𝑁𝑜, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡." I disagree, but regret it soon after, because I responded too quickly to be nothing. An awkward silence fills the room and I could tell that he was approaching me, just from the low sounds of his feet hitting the floor.

"𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒." Suddenly I hear his voice closer than I expected. I open my eyes and I see Chris right there in front of me, with his hands in his pockets, while he was watching me with a subtle smile on the corner of his lips.

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒?" I ask, while my eyes were stuck on his lips, that were practically inviting me for a kiss. Chirs sits next to me and my eyes drop to his legs, that were wide open in the couch, making my body shiver, because the desire to climb on top of him and make out with him right there, was torturing me.

"𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠." He said and his raspy voice take me out of the trance.

"𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠?"

"𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑." He says.

"𝐼 𝑎𝑚." I respond.

"𝑆𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦." The fucking smile on his lips grows.

"𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛..." I say, studying him and the smirk on his lips. "𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡." I take the risk and ask. I had to make sure.

"𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠." He says simplistic, taking me by surprise. "𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒." He continue as he slowly approaches, causing my heart to speed up.

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡?- 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢...?" I stutter nervously because I've been discovered and at our closeness.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡." He says still getting closer, to the point where I could feel his warm breath hit my skin. "𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛." Suddenly I feel his big and strong hands grabbing my waist and bringing me closer to him, making me sit on his lap.

"𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠?..." He whisper, taking a strand of my hair, placing it behind my ear, grabbing my chin and finally sealing our lips together. I shiver and my heart speeds like crazy when I feel one of his hands go to my neck, deepening the kiss, making our tongues fight for space in our mouths, while the other held my waist firmly, so he could lay me down on the couch.

"𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑..." He separate our lips and whispers into my neck then giving the area a wet kiss. I feel my face heat up and my breasts going up and down like crazy. Even though I was embarrassed, I wanted to have this man like I never wanted anything in my life.

I take off my shirt and he starts leaving several wet kisses, pinches on the way down. He reaches my bra, takes it off in a bit of a hurry and moves away a little to get a better view of me lying on the couch.

"𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡..." He whisper, alternating his gaze between my breasts. I shrink, closing my arms, embarrassed to have his eyes running up and down my body. "𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦...𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡." He says, trying to make me feel more comfortable.

"𝑁𝑜, 𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒...𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠." I say slowly opening my arms again and small smirk grows on my lips when I see him biting and licking his lips when his eyes go to my breasts and then my eyes.

"𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒?" He whisper, licking his lips one more time. I could see that he was trying to contain himself, so I grab him by the collar of his shirt, bringing him down, facing my tits.

"𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡." I say and a smile grows on his lips. Without thinking twice he starts sucking my left tit while massaging the right one, making me gasp and bite my lower lip as I try to hold back the moans that threatened to come out. I look down and a shiver runs through my body when I see the view of Chris practically making out with my left boob, while the right one was being squeezed by his big and strong hands. "𝐻𝑚𝑚𝑚..." I groan.

"𝐻𝑚𝑚..." He moans against my boob before moving, going to the right one. "𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦..." He whisper, taking his hand to the boob that he was before, massaging it. I let out a loud moan and I arch my back when I feel his teeth nibbling on my right boob, while he was playing with the sensibile nipple of my left one. "𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡...𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡..." He says, not taking his mouth off my boob.

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠..." I moan taking my hands to Chris's hair and squeezing a little. "𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢..." I whisper, out of breath.

He chuckles, still holding my breast in his mouth, then he gives one last hard suck, leaving a red mark on my right tit.

"𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡..." He says, clearly teasing my sanity, while he starts going down to my stomach, leaving a little kisses on the way. When he reaches the hem of my sweatpants he looks at me, waiting for my word, so he could continue.

"𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒..." I groaned, frustrated with his calmness.

A smile forms on his lips and without further ado he takes off my pants, taking my panties with it, then throwing them in a random corner of the living room, leaving me completely naked on the couch. He slowly starts kissing around my crotch and I feel my body shiver and my groin heating up, letting me restless. "𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠..." I moan.

"𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡..." He chuckles as he reaches his hands under my thigh, lifting it up, leaving me wide open. "𝑀𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑑...𝑆𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒..." He whispers and runs his tongue from bottom to top tasting all the flavor on my wetness. All I knew to do was to arch my back, moan and hope that no one in the house would woke up. "𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘..." He whispers and starts sucking my pussy. I arch my back again, consequently pulling my hips away a little and I feel Chris's firm hands holding my waist/butt, pulling me even more close to him so that I couldn't escape.

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠!" I moan, holding tighter on the couch while his tongue played with my wet and already sensitive lips.

"𝐻𝑚𝑚... 𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒." I roll my eyes and squirm when I feel the vibrations coming out of his mouth against my pussy. He holds my hips more firmly and he leans down, burying his face between my legs, his tongue moving constantly in and out of me as his nose brushes against my clit, making me feel like I was in heaven.

"𝑀ℎ𝑚𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑐𝑘..." I moan again and again. At this point there was only two things on my mind. First: If I knew that Chris would be capable of making me squirm just with his tongue, I would have given in a long time ago. Second: I think im gonna cum. "𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠! 𝐼-𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎- 𝑀ℎ𝑚𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘..." I try to form a sentence but all that comes out of my mouth are moans and more moans. I bring my hands to his hair, holding on tightly as I move my hips back and forth looking for more contact.

"𝑁𝑜. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤." his voice comes out muffled. "𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒..." Still with his mouth working intensely on my intimacy, Chris takes one of his hands to my face and putting two fingers inside my mouth muffling my moans. I try to concentrate on passing my tongue between and around the two fingers that were in my mouth, but his tongue moving in and out of me while his nose was massaging my clit, It was almost like an impossible mission.

He leaves his fingers inside my mouth for a few more seconds before bringing them to my wet and swollen pussy.

"𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ..." He says as his two fingers slipped between my lips. I gasp and hold an moan, when I feel one of his long fingers finally entering inside me. "𝑀𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑑...𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡..." He starts moving his finger in and out of me, making me arch my back and bite my lower lip hard.

"𝑀ℎ𝑚𝑚...𝐹𝑢𝑐��, 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑓𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠!" I moan when he inserts another finger, starting to make scissor movements inside me, opening me up. Even though I really wanted to, I couldn't moan loud enough for the neighbors to know that the man between my legs was driving me fucking insane.

"𝐻𝑚𝑚𝑚...𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤..." He says, leaning over and covering my mouth so that I could moan as much as I wanted and the sound would be muffled, while his fingers never stopping moving in and out of me. "𝐶'𝑚𝑜𝑛... 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒..." He says, increasing the speed of his movements, making his long, firm fingers go deep inside me. I arch my back, moans keep coming out of my mouth, his fingers going in and out of me fucking me mercilessly and when I think it can't get any better I feel Chris's thumb pressing against my clit and slowly moving in circular movements.

“𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘! 𝑂ℎ 𝑚𝑦-!.." I cry, squeezing Chris's arm that was covering my mouth as I watched he bit his lips, forcing his fingers deeper into me. If that was even possible.

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡..." he says before returning his mouth to my pussy not stopping thrusting his fingers into me. I feel my legs starting to shake, my intimacy more sensitive and a pressure in my stomach, warning me that I was going to cum.

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔...𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡!-" I try to push him away, because I was about to cum, but he takes my hand away from him, holding my ass tightly, while with his free hand squeezes my stomach. "𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦- 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾!..." I reach my limit, releasing my liquid on his face. Chris takes his fingers out of me, but keeps his mouth on my intimacy, sucking and swallowing all my liquid, while I was having spasms of pleasure.

"𝐹𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦..." He moans, giving a few last sucks on my intimacy. He removes his face from between my legs and faces me. Breathless and sweating, I look at him and see half of his face wet making me giggle. "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔..." He says with a smile on his face and leans in kissing making me taste myself.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ..." I chuckle while I regulated my breathing.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒..." He says with a big smile on his face.

"𝑌𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜..." I respond with an bigger smile.

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[stardustluvs]

Exhibitionism - Dream X Reader

MDNI || KINKTOBER

Word Count: 890

Pairing: Dream x fem!Reader

Summary: You and the dteam go out to eat, Dream has other plans.

Warnings: NSFW, Semi-Public Sex, Dream referred to as Clay, Sapnap referred to as Nick

Author's Note: Hope you're enjoying! Public sex and Dream just make sense, right?

Requests are open! || masterlist || kinktober m.list

You weren't quite sure when it had started, but at some point today, your boyfriend had gotten so touchy. The two of you had decided to go out with friends, Sapnap and George, to get food.

You decided on going to your favorite restaurant so you could eat in instead of just going for takeout somewhere.

It was even to the point where Clay pushed for Nick to drive the group there just so he could sit in the backseat with you.

The entire drive there he had his hand on you in some way. That could meant it was either holding yours or it was on your thigh, or just somewhere in close vicinity to you.

When your group finally got to the restaurant, you were all seated together in the corner of the restaurant, Clay insisting on sitting beside you with George and Sapnap on the other side of the table. You smiled as he took the outside of the table, resting his hand on your thigh again.

You didn't think too much of it, getting used to his sudden touchiness. That was until he started sliding his hand up closer to you, causing you to shift a little in your seat.

Was he being serious? Here, and now?

It honestly was more of a turn on than you would have wanted to admit.

His hand met your clothed area, rubbing his fingers against you.

It took everything in you to not push up against his hand as you continued to talk with your friends, trying to act as though everything was normal.

Of course Clay was the type to get off on wanting to get caught.

You bit down on your lip softly, hoping it was subtle enough to not raise any questions. You moved your foot over to Clay's rubbing it against his leg. Mostly as a warning, but he just smirked to himself and pressed his hand against you more roughly.

"I have to go to the restroom," You said suddenly, cutting George off from a story he had been telling. The two men in front of you seemed to nod as they let you get up, Clay silently agreeing he would follow you, to also use the restroom.

You were about to object but then as soon as the coast seemed clear, he dragged you into the family restroom.

"What are you doing?" You asked him as he pushed you against the door after it shut.

"What do you mean?" He asked, playing stupid.

"Babe, you know what I mean," You said under your breath as his lips met your neck, starting to nip at the skin gently.

He laughed softly against your neck.

"We could get caught," You objected.

"Then you better just stay quiet. Wouldn't want George or Nick to figure out our little secret, hm? Or maybe you'd like them to know that as you guys speak, you're falling apart inside over my fingers," He teased.

You left out a soft whine. Fuck, maybe he was right. Maybe it was hot.

"We should head back to the table, hm? And remember, don't get us caught," He said, backing away from you to allow you both to leave.

By the time you both were back at the table, your food had arrived. Surely Clay would let you eat in peace, right?

Wrong.

His hand closest to you was at your inner thigh again, only this time, his hand slipped under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. You felt as his middle finger met with your clit, starting to tease at the entrance, pushing his finger in and out slowly.

It was getting you so worked up, so quickly.

It took everything in you to not allow any noises to slip from your throat, trying your best to focus on eating as your boyfriend began to finger you right in the middle of the restaurant, especially in front of his best friends.

It only became worse when Sapnap had tried starting a new conversation with you directly.

He asked for your opinion on something that you didn't even really take the time to pay attention to, and when you only responded with mostly confusion, Clay interrupted.

"Oh, come on now, you know what he's talking about," He said as though his fingers weren't buried inside of you right now.

His fingers seemed to go deeper as you apologized softly to Nick for ignoring his question.

"Sorry, I'm just not feeling well," You lied.

"What's the matter, baby?" Clay asked you, playing innocent.

You glared at him slightly.

"Nothing, think I jus' need to lay down for a while I think," You answered, your speech slurring together just a bit, starting to get lost in your pleasure.

His fingers curled inside of you slightly, fucking them into you as hard as he could without being noticeable.

You closed your eyes for a moment, praying to God that nobody would question you. your breath caught slightly, Clay's fingers finally hitting that spot deep inside of you, causing your orgasm.

You came all over his fingers, trying to stop your hips from jerking into his hand..

It took you a moment to calm down again once he pulled his hand from your pants.

You couldn't wait to repay him once you got home.

[matty-bear]

hiii! i have a fluffy one shot idea, nick x male!reader go on a carnival date 🎡

Carnival Date [N.S] 

type: fic! [REQUESTED!] 

pairing: nick sturniolo x male!reader

warnings: sfw, VERY fluffy, a single suggestive joke (if you catch/understand it)

summary: nick takes you out to another one of his surprise dates. little did either of you two know that you would be hauling a large plush to the car afterwards. 

notes: I enjoyed writing this so much 😞 send in more requests! I love writing them 💙 also I might take some parts of this story and put them into a headcanons list soon :3 happy reading! 

WC: 3473

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“You��re peeking!” Nick exclaims as he quickly clamps a hand over your eyes at the sight of you taking a quick glance out the car window. 

“No, I’m not! I’m looking down!” You lie with a giggle, a stupid and large smile evident on your lips.

“Don’t bullshit me. You’re gonna ruin the surprise!” 

You and Nick have been together for nearly a year now. You guys haven’t gone public yet but fans of the triplets knew that Nick was together with someone due to a few soft launch photos that your boyfriend would post on his story. You weren’t on social media much, which helped your case lots because it prevented fans from finding out who you were. You both agreed that the two of you would go public soon but wanted to soak in being private for as long as possible.

You could have never asked for a better boyfriend. Nick treats you so well and would literally do anything and everything for you. If you’re feeling under the weather, he’s at your house and by your side 24/7 and will nurse you back to your regular, happy self. You miss him and wanna come over? He’s dropping everything he’s doing and demanding Matt to drive to your place and pick you up. You’re rambling about a certain item you’ve been eyeballing? Nick’s already ordered it and has it on the way. The boy doesn’t hesitate to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. Despite him not being a large fan of PDA, he wouldn’t hesitate to hold your hand and pull you against him to bring you into a back hug in public.

He would even give you subtle and quick pecks if he’s feeling extra affectionate. But behind closed doors, he’s all over you. He loves laying across your lap when you’re sitting down and hiding his face in your thighs. He immediately melts when you play with his hair, it makes him feel so warm inside and is one of his biggest weaknesses when it comes to affection from you. Don't tell anyone but he loves being the little spoon. He does have his big spoon moments but he loves you holding him. 

He’s practically wrapped around your pinkie finger and Matt and Chris tend to tease him quite a bit for it. 

To show how much he loves you, Nick takes much pride in taking you on surprise dates every other week. Whether it be to your favorite restaurant or to the lake to have a small picnic and go stargazing. 

Today was one of those “surprise dates” and Nick was very stern on getting you to look away from the windows in the car to ensure the surprise wouldn’t get spoiled.

“Babe, I’m not gonna peek, I swear.” You say, a chuckle escaping you as you look down at your lap. 

“I don’t believe you.” Nick states, his eyes narrowing as he adjusts his hand covering your eyes. “Matt, how much longer until we get there?” 

“Uuh about five more minutes. Do you want me to drop y’all off at the entrance or somewhere else?” Matt asks, his gaze momentarily shifting to the rear view mirror to look at Nick. 

“Main entrance please.” Matt nods his head slightly and focuses his attention back on the road ahead of him. 

“Nicky?” You call, your head turning around to hopefully look at your boyfriend. 

“Yes, love?” Nick replies. 

“I want a kiss.” A large smile creeps onto your lips as Nick shakes his head and removes his hand from your eyes. You blink a few times to get your eyes adjusted to the light and lean in for a quick peck. When you go to pull away, Nick sets his hand on your nape and pulls you back in. 

You smile into the kiss and rest your hand on your boyfriend’s cheek, the pad of your pointer finger gently caressing his cheek as you tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss. The moment Nick’s tongue slides into your mouth, you both break apart at the sound of Matt scolding you both. 

“Bro, not in my car. I had to clean up y’all’s last session and I don’t wanna do that again. Small kisses are fine but make outs are officially banned in this car.” Matt scolds, his head shaking in disappointment as he turns the wheel with a single hand. 

You and Nick’s faces flush at the male’s statement. “You didn’t have to clean up the mess, you know. I was gonna do it. I literally just went inside to clean us up first.” Nick defends, a hand raising to rub his nape. 

“Well you took too long and I needed to pick up food. Anyways, no extra shit in my car! I’m literally right here. You can suck face at home or something. I do not wanna hear that.” 

“Matt cut Nick some slack, he can’t help himself. He’s got a very-“ You get cut off by Nick clamping his hand over your mouth. 

“That’s enough, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, I don't wanna hear you finish that sentence.” Matt shudders before he slows the car down and pulls the gear shift down to park. “Anyways, we’re here. Nick, text me when yall are done please.” 

“Will do. Thanks, Matt!” Matt hums softly as Nick clamps a hand over your eyes again. 

“Baby!” You exclaim, a laugh escaping you as your vision goes black again. 

“No peeking! I’ll help you out of the car but you need to promise me that you’ll keep your eyes covered.” Nick says, his voice stern as you huff softly. 

“Fine.” The moment Nick removed his hand, you clamp a palm over your eyes and look down. You hear shuffling next to you, followed by the door opening and shutting moments later. You hear Matt chuckle softly before your door opens, the air seeping inside the car and nipping at your skin. 

“Okay, follow my lead.” Nick says and he sets his hands on your hips. You gently nod your head and keep your hand over your eyes as Nick begins to lead you out of the car. The moment you step foot on the pavement, you hear the door shutting behind you. “Okay, open your eyes!” 

You oblige and find yourself getting blinded by the sun the moment you remove your hand from your face. You blink a few times to get your vision to adjust to the light before your eyes land on Nick who’s smiling widely and is standing in front of a large sign with the words CARNIVAL ENTRANCE on it. 

Your eyes immediately light up the moment your eyes skim over the sign. You take a few steps towards Nick and envelope him in a hug, your arms wrapping around his waist tightly and your head buried in his clothes chest. 

“I fucking love you.” You whisper, gaining a small laugh from your boyfriend. 

“I love you more.” Nick replies, bending down to land a soft peck on the crown of your head. “Now come on, we have food to eat and rides to go on!” 

Nick breaks apart from the hug and intertwines his fingers with yours as he takes your hand in his and pulls you towards the carnival. Anticipatory giggles spew out of you as you run close behind your boyfriend and allow him to pull you towards the ticket booth. 

“What do you wanna do first?” Nick asks as he pulls out his wallet and hands a few 20 dollar bills to the clerk. 

“Rides first!” You beam, a large child-like smile on your lips as you swing you and Nick’s arms back and forth. 

“Alright.” Nick giggles softly and thanks the clerk after she hands him a large bundle of tickets. “Lead the way, Love.” Your boyfriend gives you a small smile before allowing you to pull him towards the rides. You looked like a small child seeing an ice cream truck for the first time as you whipped your head around to view the countless number of rides and Nick couldn’t help the smile growing on his face as he watched you intently. 

“This one!” You exclaim, coming to a quick halt as you point ahead of you. Nick shifts his gaze from you to the ride the two of you stopped at, a small chuckle escaping his looks when his eyes land on a teacup ride. “Ima knock your ass out.” Nick’s jaw drops at your statement and you give him an innocent smile before dragging him towards the entrance of the ride. 

“Five tickets.” The clerk states, her obnoxious chewing ringing on your ears. Nick hands the woman the tickets and slightly stumbles when you pull him towards a purple teacup the moment she opens the gate. 

“Woah, slow down!” Nick exclaims as he sets his hands on your shoulders in hopes of steadying himself. 

“You’re too slow, come on!” You exclaim as you climb inside the teacup and seat yourself down on one of the seats. Nick sits across from you and you shoot him a large smile, your eyes shutting due to how hard you're smiling, before you look down and buckle yourself in. 

The red-head follows suit and reaches across the wheel between the two of you to grab your hand. You quickly whip your head up the moment you feel the male grab your hand and your face flushes slightly when he brings your hand to his lips, setting a small kiss on your knuckles. 

“Please make sure you are buckled in tight folks, the ride will begin shortly.” The clerk’s voice booms through the speakers. 

“You better hold on.” You say as your free hand grabs the wheel. 

“For the love of God, not too fast. I will start dry heaving the moment the ride stops.” Nick mumbles as he leans forward and rests his forehead against the metal wheel. 

“Can’t promise you anything, baby.” You extend your free arm a little to stuff your hands on Nick’s hair. The male hums contently and leans into your hand slightly as you start to massage his scalp. A loud ring causes Nick to get up abruptly, the hand that was in his hair slapping against the wheel. Your boyfriend immediately makes eye contact with you and a frightened expression can be seen spreading across his face as you grip the steering wheel with both hands, a large and mischievous smile clear on your lips. 

“Wait-“ You cut Nick off by hurriedly turning the wheel with all your might. Your boyfriend lets out a surprised screech and grips onto the sides of the teacup, a large smile spreading across his lips as he looks down. The wind seems to slap him in the face as the two of you spin around, the sound of your soft laughter ringing in his ears as you continue to spin the wheel with no signs of stopping. “SLOW DOWN!!” 

“Hang on!” A loud cackle escapes you when you see Nick bring his knees to his chest and clutch onto the sides of the teacup tighter. 

“Y/N I swear to god ima start dry heaving.” 

“Hold it in and don’t throw up on me!” 

~~~~~~

“You sure you don’t want the last bite?” You ask as you hold a piece of powder-covered funnel cake up to Nick’s lips. 

“I’m sure, you can have it. I’m still really full.” Nick reassures, a small chuckle escaping him as he gently grabs your wrist and brings it down. You gently nod your head and stuff the last piece of funnel cake into your mouth, a content hum escaping your closed lips as you savor the flavor. 

It’s been about a few hours since you and Nick have arrived at the carnival. The two of you went on practically all the rides and aimed to try all the food available. However, you both quickly got full with a few corn dogs, churros, and funnel cake. Now, the two of you are aimlessly walking around the carnival grounds. 

“How many tickets do we have left?” You ask Nick as you toss your empty food holder in a nearby trash bin. 

“Umm…” Nick starts as he quickly takes out a small wad of tickets from his pocket. His pointer finger slides over them as he counts them in his head before he turns back to face you. “About 30.” 

“What’s left? We practically did everything.” You force your lips into a straight line as you swing you and Nick’s intertwined hands. You hear your boyfriend hum in thought faintly for a moment, his eyes scanning down the isles y’all pass by. His eyes widen slightly when his gaze lands on a stand and he immediately drags you towards it without a warning. 

“Nick!” You exclaim, stumbling over your own feet as you try to regain your footing. “Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see! I can’t believe we forgot about this!” Nick exclaims, taking a quick glance behind him and sending you a small smile before he turns forwards. You tighten your grip on Nick’s hand for a while longer until he finally stops in front of a brightly lit stand. You momentarily get blinded the moment you look up, blue, red, and yellow lights flashing down on your frame and highlighting your features. 

You quickly hover a hand above your eyes to avoid them from blinding you any further and look ahead of you, your jaw dropping when your gaze lands on a large bear plush hanging on a hook in front of you. The plush was the size of you, possibly even taller, and was accompanied by a few smaller plushies that were strapped to a metal wall. 

“You two want to play Balloon Blast? Two more people and the giant bear will be up for grabs.” The clerk says as he emerges behind a line of water balloons resting against a large wall in front of you. You quickly whip your head around to face Nick, a small pout on your lips as you tug on his hand. 

“Can we, please?” You practically beg as you grab Nick’s shoulder with your free hand to shake his tall frame back and forth. 

“Of course we can. That’s why I dragged you here in the first place.” Nick giggles as he sets his free hand on yours. You beam up at your boyfriend and let go of his shoulder to allow him to hand a handful of tickets to the clerk. 

“Thank you sir, you two take a seat right here.” The male pats two balloon machines with a smile. You and Nick quickly sit down and grab onto the small water guns in front of you. You take a quick glance over at Nick and smile when you see him shutting an eye and aiming his gun towards the target underneath his balloon. “Alright folks, welcome to Balloon Blast! The objective of this game is quite simple. All you have to do is fill up your balloon with water until it pops! Make sure you aim your gun towards the small target to make sure you’re filling the balloon. Are there any questions?” 

The clerk whips his head around a few times to take a quick glance at everyone. “Alrighty then, when you hear a ring, water should come out of your gun! Best luck to you all and have fun!” 

Seconds after the clerk finishes his run down of the game, a loud ring pierces your ears, followed by the sound of rushing water escaping the gun in your hands. You quickly adjust your ‘weapon’ to make the water hit the target and shut a single eye to fix your aim. The tip of your tongue pokes out from your lips in focus as you eye your balloon, anticipation, nervousness, and excitement flooding through your veins all at once. You flinch slightly at the sound of a balloon popping and you quickly plug your ears with your pointer fingers as all the guns drain from any and all water. 

“And we have a winner!” The clerk exclaims, switching a switch next to him to make the alarm go off. “Let me get your prize, sir.” As he descends from the platform, you look over at Nick who’s already looking at you and smiling widely. Your gaze shifts from his adorable face to the popped balloon in front of his gun.

“YOU GOT IT?!” You exclaim, your jaw dropping in shock as your boyfriend nods his head. 

“Here you go, sir! You two have a wonderful rest of your night.” The clerk says as he hands Nick the large teddy bear. Your boyfriend thanks the male before getting up from his seat and walking up to you. 

“For you.” Nick states as he hands you the bear. Your jaw drops further as your arms wrap around the large plush. You get up from your seat and have to turn your body to look at Nick due to the bear blocking your vision. You scoot closer to him and lean in to land a quick peck on his lips, a large smile spreading across your lips when you pull back. 

“You're the best boyfriend ever.” You gush as you land another quick peck on the tip of Nick’s nose. 

“It took me winning you a giant ass bear to realize that?” Nick asks as he gives you a teasing smile and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“You’ve been an amazing boyfriend way before you got me this. This just added the cherry on top.” Nick smiles widely and leans in to capture your lips again, his teeth nipping your bottom lip before he pulls back with a cheesy grin. “Now, how the hell are we gonna get this in the car?” 

“Oh.. I didn’t think of that.” 

~~~~~ 

“Are you serious? That is not gonna fit in here.” Matt seems to stare daggers at you and Nick as you grab the bear’s arm and make it wave at him. 

“Yes it will!” Nick exclaims as he opens the side door. 

“You can’t have it block the back window. It’s a safety hazard and I could get a ticket for it if a cop catches us.” 

“I got it, I got it!” Nick gently takes the large bear out of your arms and gestures to you to get in the car, which you do with no questions asked. When you sit yourself down and glance over at the front seat, you bite back a laugh at the sight of your boyfriend struggling to open the passenger door. After hauling the door open, he gently sets the bear on the seat and buckles it in before shutting the door and climbing in the backseat with you. “See? I got it.” 

You laugh silently when Matt slowly looks over at the bear in the passenger seat, his jaw slightly dropping as a disturbed expression spreads across his face. 

“I’m guessing y'all had a good date.” Matt mumbles after he clears his throat and looks down at the gear shift. 

“It was amazing.” You reply as you look over at Nick and send him a large smile. Your boyfriend sends you a smile in return and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him. You don’t hesitate to get yourself comfortable against the male as you bury your face in his neck and drape your legs over his thighs. As you wrap your arms around Nick’s neck, your boyfriend gently lifts you off him to buckle himself in. After doing so, you return back to your original position with a soft sigh. 

As you feel the car move underneath you, you begin to leave a trail of kisses along the side of Nick’s neck. He sucks in his breath with your lips linger on a certain spot a few inches above his collar bone, his fingers digging into your hips as a small warning. You smile against the male’s skin before resting your cheek against his shoulder, your lips inches away from Nick’s skin. 

“Thank you for taking me here, baby.” You mumble, your voice coming out soft as you force your eyes to stay open, a wave of tiredness overtaking your body as you take in your boyfriend’s comforting scent. 

“Of course, Love. Anything for you.” Nick replies before he lands a quick kiss on your head. He rests the side of your face against your head as his fingers creep underneath the back of your shirt and begin to trace random shapes on your bare skin. You instantly relax under his soft and gentle touch, your eyes finally drift shut as you fall into a peaceful slumber with Nick holding you against him.

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Any headcannons about detective and Tara? 🍽️

Absolutely! I sat on this for a minute now, I came up with way too many so I went with my favorites:

Detective has a thing for wearing matching socks.

Tara makes it a point to mismatch them, hide some, and puts them in the oddest of places.

Detective is the one who taught Tara black coffee and dark chocolate is the perfect cup of coffee.

Tara hated it. But she’ll never tell.

Detective is a big music buff, all kinds of genres and takes pride in listening to artists not well known.

Tara always steals the aux and plays Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac, or Taylor Swift just for the ‘seriously? Again?’ look Detective gives her.

Detective isn’t a fan of tomatoes, always gives them to Tara.

Tara hates pickles, and says the Detective needs an exorcism any time they eat them.

“Yet I exercise every night with you-“

“NOT WHAT I MEANT. STOP IT. NOT AGAIN.”

Tara thinks Detective is a slow driver.

Detective is surprisingly the safer driver, compared to miss “need for speed” who’s pouting in the passenger.

Tara loves when Detective cooks, giving little ‘chef’s kisses’ gestures with both hands after every first bite.

Detective’s little happy sigh after their first sip of coffee, something Tara noticed almost immediately.

The first real spurt of color in Detective’s apartment is a small window plant Tara got.

Detective talks to it any time they walk past.

At first it was weird, but now Tara is a little envious.

“Why don’t you ever tell me I’m doing a good job standing up today?”

“He’s a stand up guy, babe, you’re a stand up woman.”

Detective always rests a hand on Tara’s leg under the table any time they notice it bouncing anxiously, the small reassurance always eases her.

Tara always takes Detective’s hand and interlocks their fingers any time she sees them fidgeting.

Far better than the old habit of wanting a cigarette.

Detective will randomly blow raspberries while they’re kissing.

Tara bites the Detective’s arm sometimes, unprompted, just because she can.

Detective always breaks first when they’re trying to be serious, Tara tries hard not to smile, but she always caves eventually.

In private, Tara is ribald and vulgar. In public, the Detective is twice as bad.

Detective needs physical touches of affirmation, Tara needs verbal.

The side eye. That shared look ranging of subtle understanding to complete judgement. They’ve got it DOWN.

[novamariestark]

Uncovered

Summary: When your potential targets get apprehended abroad, you and Alden have to take their place and things take an interesting turn

Warnings: 🔞 piv (unprotected), fingering, oral (f receiving), undercover couple, age gap, pet name (daddy), and most likely poorly written smut 😂🔞 [it's 2am rn so prob some errors but I really wanted to post it. Will edit later today 😂]

Word count: 2426

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

You were cursed. You were sure of it. You couldn’t believe what was happening. And you were sure Nick and Jess had something to do with it.

Since your two potential targets were being detained at Athens International Airport, your chances of catching your killer were now slim to none. It was by chance you came across this couple, finding flight information in the killer’s suspected hideout. You decided that you would tail them from the airport and stakeout their house but now that plan is useless.

When all hope seemed to be lost, Nick said a string of words that are dangerous coming out of his mouth, “I have an idea,”

And it was dangerous. For him. Because after this op was over, you were going to murder him.

That idea? You and Parker, who also was subject of your pining for the past seven months, had to go undercover as that couple. Why? Because Nick insisted that you two were perfect, because you were young and Alden was “old” as he said, earning a subtle glare from him. That was bad enough. But at the very last moment, Nick decided to give you a little extra insight to this couple. They were very sexually active.

So not only did you have to pretend to be a married couple but apparently you had to pretend to be an incredibly horny married couple.

Slow and painful, Nick. You’re death with be slow and painful.

Of course, you wouldn’t have a problem “pretending” to be horny when your fake husband looked like he was like a portrait come to life, every line and angle of his face meticulously crafted to mesmerize you.

And to make things worse. It was believed that the killer had some high-tech shit. Things that helped him hear and see things going on in his targets places.

You weren’t looking forward to the fact that you were going to be so close to the man who you were head over heels for but still so far. This was going to be torture and you knew it the second you walked through the front door of your new house.

In the car on the way there, you discussed how you were going to communicate whilst in the house, deciding on either text or paper.

It was awkward the moment that front door closed. Hopefully the killer would chalk it off as jet-lag but neither you nor Alden knew what to do. Neither of you wanted to push the boundaries despite the fact that at some point you were going to have to and it wasn’t like you could have an in depth conversation about it. It was something you wanted to discuss in the car, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Your phone buzzed, you reached into your pocket and the screen immediately lit up with Alden’s name.

‘You sure you’re up for this?’

You typed a quick reply, ‘Don’t have much of a choice,’

You gave him a quick nod before walking into the kitchen to make some coffee, “You want some coffee, babe?” you called to him, suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a pair of lip latched themselves onto your neck and in an instant, you were turned on.

“Coffee can wait, sweetheart,” he told you as his lips moved to your shoulder, his crotch slight grinding over your ass. You couldn’t lie. You wished this was real, but it wasn’t. He was just pretending. His hands trailed further up to cup your breasts, you arched your back, pressing your ass further into his crotch. God how much you wanted it to be real.

One hand moved to grip your thigh. From any other angle, it’d look like his hand was exactly where you wanted it. But it wasn’t. But you still had to pretend it was.

You weren’t the only getting turned on. The sounds you were making although, he thought you were faking them, were so beautiful to him. He wanted to hear that sound on repeat, just constantly. And more importantly, he wanted to be the reason for those pretty little sounds.

All too soon it came to an end. Although, it may have been a blessing in disguise. You were just being tortured of what could be. This continued for the next few days. You were beginning to think that the killer wasn’t there but still. You were also hoping that whilst you were dealing with this torture, the team was actually making some kind of breakthrough so this could end. But no. nothing.

Over those few days, the shows you two put on got hotter and longer. It was literally too much for you to handle and you were literally aching. Desperate for any kind of release.

You were set for another round later that night in your shared bedroom but you couldn’t. the moment he wrapped his arms around you and you felt him start to grind against you, you pushed him away. He was confused. Did he hurt you?

“What? You okay?” he whispered, his fingers gently dance on your shoulder but every touch set your skin on fire. You shrugged his hand off and you felt it fall to the bed behind you.

“I can’t,” you cried softly, “It’s too much,”

“What’s too much, sweetheart?”

“This, I-I can’t,”

“It’ll be over soon,” he sighed. You wiped your tears. You could hear sadness in his voice, as though he thought that you were disgusted to be in bed with him. To be near him. You turned over to face him, he gave you a sad smile when he saw your face. You shuffled closer to him. You had no idea where the confidence was coming from. You couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth.

“Please touch me,”

He was confused, you had literally just pushed him away, but soon realisation hit him. You wanted him to touch you for real. Not pretend like you had been doing this entire time. He reached his hand out but hesitated, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “Please,” you begged again, it came out as a cry as the ache became increasingly aggressive.

He let his fingers run through your hair and down your neck. You skin felt so soft under his rough fingertips, he ran them down your arm and onto your breast. You moaned, your back arching to push them closer to him. He gently squeezed your nipple over the thin fabric of your vest, feeling the hard nub of flesh between his fingers. He moved his hand to your other breast, cupping it in his palm and massaging it softly.

You whimpered as he continued to tease your sensitive nipples. It was a though your veins were on fire, every touch sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He had barely touched you, yet you felt as though you were already on the edge.

His hand slid down your clothed stomach and down to you tiny shorts, which had been driving him insane, especially since you didn’t wear underwear underneath them so he could see the perfect outline of your ass and your pussy. Not that you knew that. You hadn’t even thought about it.

You could feel yourself getting wetter as his fingers just slip though the waistband of her shorts, and she felt her skin heat up in anticipation. You wanted him to keep going, to explore further down your body. But he stopped, teasing the flesh just beneath it. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting, needing any kind of friction. You grabbed his forearm, your eyes pleading with him not to tease you. He got the message.

“Okay, baby. Lie back,” you did as you were told, you rolled onto your back, his hand still tucked in your waistband. Your legs automatically spread apart. His hands began to slide further down until he felt the wetness on your lips. You gasped as his fingers touch your clit. His fingers begin to circle the swollen bud, slowly. You moaned and lifted your hips, pushing yourself further into his hand.

The moment he slid his finger inside of you, your body reacted to his touch. The walls of your tightness began to clench around him, as if inviting him in further. His fingers moved slowly in and out, teasing you in a way that made you crave his touch even more. He curled his finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out. He slipped another finger inside you, curling them together. You cried out, bucking your hips into his hand again. His fingers began to move faster, sliding in and out of you with perfect precision.

You whined as he removed his fingers, you turned to say something to him, but he pushed himself off the mattress and climbed between your legs. He gripped your shorts with both hands, “Now these are just in the way,” he said, before he slid them off your legs and threw them God knows where. Without giving you time to apprehend what was happening, his tongue replaced his fingers. His tongue worked its magic, bringing sensations of pleasure to every corner of you. He licked and sucked and nibbled until you felt yourself trembling from sheer pleasure. His tongue suddenly felt thicker, almost licking inside of your curves, pushing, teasing and seeking out the secret places.

Your body shook with pleasure as you let out a loud, guttural moan. Everything felt so good as his tongue, fingers, and mouth moved in sync. His soft lips sucking and licking your most sensitive areas. You felt so close, and then he slid two fingers back inside of you, curling them in just the right way, sending a million different sensations coursing through your body. Your hips began to thrust harder and faster against his face as he picked up the pace and you felt yourself nearing your climax. Your breathing becoming more and more ragged, and you could feel your walls tightening around his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You griped his hair tightly as you came and your body shuddered in pleasure, your orgasm crashing over you with a total force unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

He removed his fingers from you your juices flowing down them and brought them to his lips, his tongue darted out to taste you on his fingertips, “Hmm, delicious baby,” you moaned at the sight. He chucked and leant down, his face hovered above yours. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only turned you on even more, “you feeling better baby?” he asked. You shook your head, “No? Does baby need more?” he asked, his thumb grazed your bottom lip, you took it into your mouth as you nodded.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. He did not need to be told twice. He stood up from the bed and began to strip. You didn’t tear your eyes away, instead you watched intently as more skin was revealed. You didn’t realise you were biting your lip until the taste of metal hit your tongue.

He was now completely naked, his cock standing proudly erect. He climbed back onto the bed and in between her legs. He rubbed his cock along your pussy lips, teasing you. You whimpered and tried to push yourself towards him, but he held you still.

“Please,” you pleaded. He ignored you and continued to move his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. He looked down at you, watching you writhe beneath him.

He placed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You opened your mouth to plead again but he silenced you, placing his hand over your mouth. He pushed his cock into you, inch by inch. You screamed into his palm as he stretched you. He paused when he was halfway in, letting you adjust to his size. When you stopped screaming, he thrusted his entire length into you.

You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulder. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back into you. You threw your head back, a symphony of moans falling from your lips. Alden buried his head in your neck, wanting to be even closer to you.

“Fuck, daddy. Feels so good,” you moaned, your brain was mush and you couldn’t think straight. Alden immediately stopped his movements. You swore you felt all color drain from your face, “I’m so-“

“What did you just call me?” he asked. You wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Why did you say that? Was he completely grossed out? Your thoughts are cut off when you feel him bite your collarbone, “Say it again, baby,”

“Feels so good, daddy,” you giggled, he groaned and lifted his head from your neck. He sat up, his cock leaving you for a moment, you whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Turn over,” he ordered, you did as you were told. You flipped onto your stomach with your ass in the air, your pussy ready and dripping for him.

He smiled, sliding his cock into you. He grabbed your hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh. He slammed himself into you, the sudden intrusion made you lurch forward, your face hitting the pillow below you. He moved faster, each thrust deeper, harder, quicker. You felt your whole body shudder uncontrollably as he drove into you again and again. You curled your toes and cried out, your screams muffled by the pillow.

“Fuck, daddy. So close,”

“I know you are, baby,” he said as he pounded you harder, his balls slapping against your slit, increasing the pleasure. He felt you were about to cum, he was right there with you, “Cum for me, baby,”

And you did, it hit you like a brick wall. With one last thrust a string of curses along with your name fell from his lips as he exploded, spilling his seed inside you. He fell to the bed next to you, pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes heavy as sleep called to you. You curled yourself onto his chest, his arms protectively around you.

He kissed your forehead, “When this is over baby, I’m taking you to dinner,”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face. This undercover op wasn’t that bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll let Nick live.

[madhatterbri]

Beautiful Things Part 2 | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Oh my god. I’m not sure if you are currently talking requests but if you are I’m dying for a part 2 of beautiful things!

Author's Note: Happy Dynamite Wednesday, babes. 🫶

Hangman Adam Page Masterlist

Beautiful Things Part 1

Requested by: @bullet-clubs-bitch

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts @mrsarcherofinfamy @smallestsnarkestgirl

"Go, go, go," she whispered harshly and pushed him. Adam scrambled out of the bed. He reached down to start putting his clothes on. Y/N grabbed her clothes, too. The once peaceful room is now filled with the rustling of clothes.

Adam finished first. She wondered if this was the first time he ever had to dress quickly before a girl's family member caught them. The blonde wrestler looked for a place to hide. He eyed under the bed before Y/N stopped him. "Bathroom,"

"Y/N? Is everything alright?" Matt asked and shook the door handle outside. Adam jumped around as he quickly placed his cowboy boots on. He rushed inside the bathroom and closed the door. One last quick inspection of any trace of Hangman. When none came back, she opened the door for Matt.

The room was tense the moment Y/N opened the door to let her older brother in. She tried to remain calm. Even as kids, Matt could always tell she was lying. Right now, she felt like the words I had sex were written on her forehead. Adam and Matt were friends. The last thing she wanted to do was destroy that friendship.

"I'm sorry, I was on the phone with one of my friends. Is everything okay?" She asked innocently. Matt sat on the bed next to her.

"Yeah, I just wanted to check in on you and talk to you about Hanger coming back. Make sure we are on the same page," he answered. His older brother authoritative tone sounded in the room. He meant business about this topic.

"It's fine. We are just friends, Matt," Y/N insisted.

"I still see the way he looks at you and lights up when he hears your name," Matt defended. Her heart fluttered at that. The boy may have been just as whipped about her as she was him.

"It's Adam. He just likes to get under your skin. We are just two professionals working for the best wrestling company in the world,"

Matt studied her for a few seconds and nodded. His face void of any emotion. She tried to keep her worry to a minimum. "Fine, hey, look, I have to use the restroom. Do you mind if I use yours?"

"Yeah, of course," she answered. Matt stood up to use the restroom. Y/N went to reach her phone and stopped. The realization of what she just agreed to hit her like a ton of bricks. "Wait! Matt!"

Matt stopped in front of the bathroom door. "What's wrong?"

"I... I had Taco Bell before getting to the hotel. You don't want to go in there," Y/N laughed nervously. Her face flushed in embarrassment. Matt would tell Nick, and they would never let this go. The things a person would do for love.

"Gross," Matt commented and backed away. He placed his shirt over his nose as if to block the smell. He walked to the door and turned to her before he left. "I'll talk to you later, sis,"

When the coast was clear, Hangman walked out of the bathroom. A cheeky smile appeared on his face. He waved his hand in front of his nose. "So, that's what that smell was,"

"Just shut up and kiss me," she groaned.

The next few weeks, they played it safe during their relationship. Stolen glances from across the room. A few winks here and there whenever the other graced the room with their presence. Subtle smiles and brief hand holding before work meetings.

They started to get boldly as time went on. A couple of the other wrestlers caught them kissing. They had to convince the others that they never saw them. Adam and Y/N would sneak into a room in the arena if they couldn't wait for the other at the hotel. One particular Dynamite night, their luck ran out.

"Come on. It'll just be a few minutes," she pleaded. Her hands grabbed his. Adam bit the inside of his cheek in deep thought. A few minutes alone with her before his match was tempting. He looked around to make sure they weren't being watched.

"Let's go," he smiled and kissed her.

Y/N opened a door. There was no signage on it, so she figured it wasn't being used. She walked backward inside the room. Their lips locked to the other. His arms wrapped around her. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Well, hey sis," Nick greeted. Adam and Y/N immediately pulled away from each other. Her brothers stared at them. She could barely look at them. The anger and disappointment on their faces. The thought of her losing her job became a reality.

"It's not what it looks like?" Y/N questioned. Her brothers shot her a look. They couldn't believe she would say something so silly. "Yeah, that wasn't my best moment,"

The room was quiet. Her brothers didn't look away from them. She swore they didn't even blink. They whispered amongst each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Matt stood up from his chair.

"I had suspicion when I left the hotel room months ago. You looked like when you would sneak out when you were in high school. Nick and I have been talking,"

"Are you guys going to fire me?" Y/N asked.

Matt ignored her question. "Be an Elite guy again, Hanger. Do our dirty work and we will turn a blind eye,"

"I'll do it," Hanger answered.

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆: Pumpkin. Sweetie. 

She doesn’t care who’s around when you’re together in public. There’s never been any embarrassment when it came to pet names. She loves making you blush or giggle with them. But she doesn’t go overboard like Emmett. 

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆: My Love. 

He’s a romantic, an absolute romantic. He knows that you’re the light of his life, his very heart belongs to you.

𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂: Honey. 

She was initially embarrassed to call you any nicknames other than a variation of your name. For a while, it was just a shortened version, i.e, if your name is ‘Sophie’ she’d call you ‘Soph’. But after a while, she would want to be more personal. She settled on it subconsciously because that’s what Charlie calls her. And she knows her dad loves her so much, so she wanted you to know that love as well. It’s subtle, but a lot of what Bella does is subtle. 

𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓: Darlin’. Sunshine. Doll. 

Imagine it in his accent though. It’s absolutely perfect. Very southern, and quite charming. He doesn’t care who is listening, but usually he doesn’t talk much around others anyway. 

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆: Babe. Baby. 

She only ever calls you baby when you’re alone together. So you’re usually nick-named babe, which you don’t mind. She usually says this with a kiss as well. 

𝑬𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅: My Heart. 

He usually says it while whispering in your ear. He doesn’t like others hearing your pet name. It feels too special to him. Like it needs to be a secret that only you two share. 

𝑬𝒔𝒎𝒆: Sweetheart.

She’s so soft-hearted and gentle, even her nicknames for you are too sweet. She says it in the perfect tone as well, and you just feel so peaceful and safe. 

𝑬𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒕: Twinkle-toes. Honey-pie. Babe. Cutie. 

An absolute menace in all areas, especially when it comes to nick-naming you. He likes to ruffle your feathers, but you’ve gotten so used to him that nothing he says shocks you anymore. It probably started as a joke, all the sweet names, just to get you to blush, but now he just says it naturally. 

[slafkovskys]

"I have a key, it's not breaking an entering," with blanks bc he would have keys to everyone’s place when he was the captain

you won’t lie and say that it wasn’t a surprise to see his car pulled tight against the curb on your street. it was a surprise because as far as you knew, he was supposed to be going to his own home that day to spend time with his family before midterms.

you pull into the otherwise empty driveway and make haste of grabbing your bag, fumbling with your keys to find the one that would unlock your front door because you weren’t exactly sure when your brother or his teammates were supposed to be home.

you find nick splayed out on the couch like he paid rent, head tucked on his arm and lips parted as he slept. some show he always watched, but you had yet to learn the name of, was playing on the tv as you cross the creaky wooden floor to him. you grab one of the pillows he wasn’t propped on and wack him across the head, startling him out of his slumber, “wake up!”

he shoots up, searching around the room frantically for the culprit, but once he finds that it was only you, he sinks back down onto the couch, “why would you do that, y/n?”

“why would you fall asleep on the couch knowing that anyone could come home at any second? like,” you throw the pillow on top of him and make your way to the kitchen, setting your bag on the counter, “do you want us both to wind up on missing posters?”

“i did a subtle location check. i thought we would be good,” he sighs. “i didn’t count on you not being here.”

“i have friends here too, nick,” he rounds the corner with a pout on his lips. he crowds you against the corners and leans forward, but you put a hand to his chest, “first tell me how you got in here and do i need to call a locksmith to come to fix the door because you decided to do a little breaking and entering?”

he sends you a sly smile, “i have a key. it’s not breaking and entering.”

“why do you have a key to my brother’s house?” he avoids your question, choosing to trail kisses down your neck instead, “nicholas van blankenburg, answer my question.”

“you don’t have to government name me,” he mumbles, squeezing your hips and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “i either have a key to everyone’s house or know where they keep the spare in case they don’t show up for practice so that i can come and check on them. i am a good captain, y/n.”

“are you? because instead of using the key for its intended purpose, you’re using it to get laid,” you click your tongue, “with your alternate’s sister no less. that doesn’t sound very good to me, babe.”

“wait, i’m getting laid?”

come join prompt night!

[thatiranianphantom]

Nancy Drew Rewatch 104: The Haunted Ring

(as always, thank you to my excellent rewatch partner, @middleagedresidentofriverdale)

Oh man this episode is RAW. Someone on this writing staff has lost a parent before, and it shows. It's brutally real.

This is also a character-driven episode in a way that feels completely different from the last one. Ostensibly, very little plot happens, but we unpack some things we've needed to since the pilot.

An incredibly Nick-light episode.

Look, if I start hearing the noises they are, I'm burning the place down, not investigating. Nancy Drew I will never be.

The jumpscares actually work for me in this show. I am a wimp, and they are ridiculously easy to anticipate.

Maybe it's just me, but I like seeing glimpses of Nancy's room. She's portrayed as so tough and guarded and her room is just very...pink and girly. It's an interesting contradiction.

I love the Ruth Bader Ginsburg art on her board though.

This episode really seems to lay out that no matter when you lose a parent, it's devastating. Nancy was 18, and it nearly wrecked her. Even when you're older, the death of a parent is shattering.

Laura Tandy. Another entry in the "I know Ace is dating her but I don't know why and I am not sure if I'm supposed to be rooting for this?"

Oh Ace, sweet baby. Subtle as a train wreck and adorably unable to lie.

"OH WOW! THIS IS RANDOM!"

Eventually babe, Nancy is going to rub off on you and you'll get a TOUCH more subtle.

@middleagedresidentofriverdale excellently pointed out that Tiffany Hudson is the Jason Blossom of Nancy Drew.

Oh thank GOD the American accent is gone, watching the British leak through all the time was so distracting.

"Just because family isn't that important to you" exFUCKINGscuse me?

Redacted not tumblr safe opinions.

EVERYONE LIES TO NANCY.

This scene at Kate's grave...sweetie. You just want to come through the screen and hug this poor girl.

Ace forgives WAY too easily. Beautiful scenery though.

Nancy and the beanie. I get that Kate knit the beanie, but if it's meant to hide the very distinctive hair I....don't think it's working?

Anyway, no Nace interactions in this episode but this was devastating even to me, a person with both parents still alive:

And Ace just looking his best here

To 105!

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: April 1, 2015

Lyrics:

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You got the healin' that I want

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

We got this king-size to ourselves

Don't have to share with no one else

Don't keep your secrets to yourself

It's Kama Sutra show and tell, yeah

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, there's lovin' in your eyes that pulls me closer

(Oh, it pulls me closer)

It's so subtle (it's so subtle), I'm in trouble (I'm in trouble)

But I love to be in trouble with you

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You got the healing that I want

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You've got to give it up to me

I'm screaming, "Mercy, mercy, please!"

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

And when you leave me all alone

I'm like a stray without a home

I'm like a dog without a bone

I just want you for my own

I got to have you, babe

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, there's lovin' in your eyes that pulls me closer

(Oh, it pulls me closer)

It's so subtle (it's so subtle), I'm in trouble (I'm in trouble)

But I'd rather be in trouble with you

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

Ooh, baby, I got that healing that you want, yeah

Like they say it in the songs

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You got the healing that I want

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on, babe

You've got to give it up to me

I'm screaming, "Mercy, mercy, please!"

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

Songwriter:

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on, ooh

Julie Frost / Jacob Luttrell / Nick Seeley / Charlie Puth

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Charlie Puth

Maghan Trainor

[elevatormusic]

my first reactions with zero context: only friends ep 10

i know i’ve been saying their story has gotten boring for me but boeing is here and i will watch now

to be fair mew has no right to be mad at top here? they aren’t dating

red flag

it’s so awkward when they don’t hug back lmao

baby boy!!

fuck me he’s so pretty

i’m giggling over this man

rehab time boys

bestie doesn’t look to happy tho lol

boy yes tf you are

i think my mans needs to learn what addiction is bc he’s it

oh wait. is this what ray’s dad asked of sand in the hospital? to get him into rehab?

you know ray is whipped for sand bc he would’ve thrown punches had anyone else said that to him

i say all this as my father brought me a daiquiri

fair tho

also fair

wait why is he wearing a us air force shirt😭

oh oh damn okay that okay yeah

the good influence strikes again

situationship baby

i’m so sorry i don’t care what this man does he will never be in the wrong from this moment forward

is he gonna come fuck anything up with sand tho? please don’t. stick to top and mew

nick lmao he’s so casual with it

slightly confused at what he’s talking about

okay well umm y’all are at work??

hello??

hr

that donut actually does look good tho

awe we get just silly sandray cute

sand really is the only person that could get ray to go to rehab huh

tho i’m sure ray said that because he didn’t think sand would do it

i know he didn’t just say that

i knew obsessive vibes came from him

are they just standing out there lol

rays face stop lmao

i understand her being mad he slept with her brother but like she doesn’t really have the right to kick him out of their group?? it’s a school thing?? you can’t just kick someone bc of personal problems

i actually do believe him tho

lmaoo beautiful

is this really his dad

okay if ray is gonna go to rehab tho sand should maybe not drink around him as well???

there’s no way he’s just about to say it in the middle of this bar

ray?? stopping him? he was never gonna make him do it huh?

stop the same way top showed up? no way

which ex?

referring to sand??

he lowkey just complimented himself which is so fair

😭😭 he really is just like us

i’m obsessed with him

kinky head💀

wait. dan is actually cool tho. he was just like bro can i be in the competition to win your heart

oh boy what is he doing there

symbolism much

he did not. you are not subtle

that’s a really good picture of him tho

my guy… stop letting him touch you??

babes just said he wants to spend the rest of his life with him!!!!

they’re so cute when they’re just happy together

i’m glad he’s finally admitting he’s addicted to alcohol tho

i wish someone would buy me a plant

but also why is he there lmao

stop boeing’s doing the exact same shit top does okay sir i see what you’re doing

wait okay you didn’t even ask if you could kiss him don’t do that

he’s really trying 🥹

i don’t think that’s all gonna fit king

that house is so nice tho

wait sand? paying him to get ray to go to rehab? well a fight is gonna happen now

oh come on you know damn well he doesn’t just want the money (i know you’re mad tho and it’s fair)

he’s so loud holy shit

babe you’re already crying

that’s what i’m saying tho. if you want to help him you gotta get that shit away from you too

please be their last fight of this series i beg stop making them cry all the time

throw it away king

i didn’t mean on the ground sir?? you gotta clean that up now

look i know you don’t wear shoes in that house but put something on to clean that yeah

top knows something is up right

that was kinda hot

petty king

don’t butt in. dude this is on you

but you should say it

i could totally see him trying to be monogamous with nick actually

officially abort the mission of them getting over the other two lmaoo

well we know ray’s dad will love sand as his boyfriend

yeah you done fucked up again my guy

the scene is actually so good and powerful

tho i do hope he gets to say that to him

[chickadeewrites]

In Loving Memory

May 15th, 2002.

“Let your mother know we'll be home for dinner, Nikki,” Nickolas said as he dropped his daughter off at the house after school. Nick and his two sons were never home after school. This was a special time for Nikki and Karen. Only if Karen was feeling well. More often than not the two females laid in Karen’s bed and watched movies till Nick and the boys bought dinner home. “And that I will be bringing home dinner,” he added just as Nikki jumped out of his '65 black Chevy truck. Nikki smiled at her father and brothers “Okay daddy.” she said as she shut the door and walked to the front door. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. Setting her bag down in the foyer “Momma!” she called out, expecting to hear her mother's voice in some area of the small four-bedroom home. When she didn't hear anything she went upstairs to her parent's room.

Peaking into the darkroom Nikki saw her mother laying on the bed. TV on, her eyes closed. “Hey, momma. I'm home,” she said, hoping to not startle her mother. Not a peep came from Karen. Nikki walked in and to the side of her bed “How are you feeling momma?” she asked softly as she looked at her mother. Something wasn't right. Her skin was grayer than normal. Tears started to well up in her green eyes. “Momma?” her voice cracked. She placed her hand on her mother's hand. “Wake up momma,” she said as tears started to stream down her face. She shook her mother, she could feel her cold skin through the pajamas. She didn't want to believe it. The doctor said she was doing fine. “Please, Momma,” she said softly. She looked around for her mother's phone and called her father.

“Hey, babe-”

“Daddy! It's momma.” Nikki cried into the phone. “She's cold and I can't wake her up,” she said as she just looked at her mother's lifeless body. Tears and snot running down her face. Nick was speaking to her, but Nikki didn't hear a word as the blood drained from her face. All she could do was fall to her knees, next to her mother's bed. Phone falling from her hand as she screamed in despair. It wasn't long before Nick and the boys came rushing into the darkroom. Nikki was vaguely aware of her father talking and one of her brothers taking her out of the bedroom and to the living room.

The next few hours were a blur. But Nikki was never alone. One of her brothers was always with her. Trying to get anything out of her. Trying to get her to speak to them. Even just nod. But all the small nine-year-old child could do was cry or  stare off into space. All Nikki could picture was her mothers lifeless body lying peacefully in her bed. 

May 20th, 2002

It had been five days since Karen passed in her sleep. Today was the funeral and Nikki still had barely spoken a word. Mostly the young girl just mumbled a response to whoever spoke to her. Her father and brothers watched her, making sure she didn't break down again. After the funeral, everyone went back to the clubhouse for the wake. All over were pictures of her mother and the family. And even some of Nate.. The room smelled of stale smoke and beer with the subtle hints of Jasmine, her mother's favorite flower. It was lovely. Everyone who ever knew Karen was in attendance. All the bikers and their families. All were trying to get Nikki to smile with their stories of her mother. Silly things she did as a child and teen. Telling her how her grandparents flipped out when she brought Nick home.

Nothing made her lips curve into her bright happy smile. Not even a twitch at the corner. All she did was sit in a chair and stare off into space. The tears had dried up days ago. 

[bisexualbuckleyy]

fellas is it gay to say that your bro looks cuddly and then hug him for like a full ten seconds and then go home and stare at pictures of him with the biggest heart eyes ever

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

A Family Affair Pt 2

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of. Let’s see what happens after you find out about their dietary preferences. 

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes (including forced cannibalism), mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, noncon, dubcon, biting

Thick rope dug into your skin, securing you to the bed frame by your wrists. This must be their room. The two men sat toward the bottom of the king-sized bed. An aroma of spices made your stomach growl until you remembered what - who -Hizashi was holding earlier when he mentioned dinner. Both had bowls of chili in their laps.  

After realizing you were beginning to wake, your blonde captor leaned forward with an offer to share, "You must be hungry."

You shook your head, refusing his offer. He didn't seem to mind, Hizashi was sure you would let him know when you were ready to eat. The married couple continued to eat in relative silence until your stomach growled again.

"Alright pretty girl, you’re clearly hungry," The blonde said.

Again you shook your head no. Their smiles dropped. With one captor on either side of you, you felt claustrophobic.

"Just one bite," Shouta instructed. “Don’t forget: you’re supposed behave.”

“I’m behaving,” You whined, “But I’m not eating a human being-“

"Enough of the attitude,” Shouta snapped. “We’re trying to help you, kitten. One bite. Open your mouth before I break your pretty little jaw."

Taking advantage of your shock, Aizawa forced your mouth open and was quick to force in the food. He kept your mouth shut until he was sure you swallowed.

"Good girl," Hizashi clapped. He rubbed your back as you went through a coughing fit. Gagging as the aftertaste settled in. "See, my cooking isn't so bad."

“You get use to taste pretty quickly,” Shouta reassured, feeling the smallest twinge of guilt for being rough with you while you were still out of it. “Once you start to calm down you’ll realize it doesn’t taste much different than other meat. You’ll adjust.”

Hizashi was smiling at your struggle to regain composure. There was a sadistic glint that hasn't been there before. Something about you resisting like a pathetic lamb only to be corrupted-whether you wanted to or not-made his cock twitch. You cried out when he reached for bowl again, they said one bite. You were not going to eat any more.

Hizashi pouted at his husband, feigning a concerned tone, "She hasn't had a real meal in over a day, help me out here babe."

Shouta knew his husband well and it was clear where this was leading. They both thought you were a yummy little thing, wanting to consume you in every way but one. You would taste delicious but killing you wouldn’t feel right. Their blooming feelings for you paralleled their emotions for each other when they first met. Young romance. Borderline obsession. Frenzied.

Pretending to be over the whole situation, Shouta took his partners side, "Alright, take another bite for Hizashi, it shouldn't be as hard second time."

"You said just one bite-"

The blonde tried forcing the food into your mouth but you flinched away and spoon made contact with the corner of your mouth.

"Be careful little muse, you're making a mess. Although I wouldn't mind helping you clean up.”

Ever the tease, Hizashi shot forward to lick the sauce from your face before grinning toward his husband. After Aizawa gave a subtle nod, he flicked open a switchblade and cut through your clothes with ease. Only nicking you with the blade a few times - and to Hizashi that was your fault. 

“Look at how pretty she is, Sho,” Yamada cooed. You burned with embarrassment as their eyes appraised your naked form. Your body felt heavy and sluggish and your muscles were still slightly beyond your control.

The mattress shifted as Aizawa moved to toy with your erect nipple, “Are you cold, kitten? Hizashi and I can help warm you up.”

His lips brushed against your breast. Both men were moving with a gentle determination to make you squirm. As Aizawa continued to tease your breasts, Hizashi’s hand drifted down your belly until his fingers were grazing over the bristle leading to your warmth. The ravenette nipped your skin roughly, drawing out a yelp. With white-knuckles you gripped the ropes in hopes your trembling wouldn’t be noticed.

“Poor thing,” He chuckled while removing his shirt, “So nervous, I can feel your heart pounding. Like it’s begging to be let out.”

Objectively, the monster was well built and maybe in another life you could even say you were attracted to him. Several scars decorated his body but the most interesting and ominous was a shiny bite mark on his left shoulder. Shouta noticed your staring.

“Zashi gave this pretty little love bite to me on our third date. It healed like a bitch but was worth it.”

He spoke like a lovesick teen.

Hizashi’s fingers were beginning their exploration. Two fingers rubbed circles over your clit. You shuddered with unintentional pleasure. Perhaps it was a stress response but the arousal was slowing becoming a welcome distraction from your predicament.

Beaming with pride Hizashi used his free hand to tug at his husband’s belt loops. “I think our little delivery girl is starting to have a change of tune.”

Giving an embarrassed whimper you tried to spread your legs. Your body was seeking more pleasure. The blonde was eager to comply. Repositioning his hand, two fingers buried inside you and stroked your slick walls. The stretch was unexpected and tears pricked your eyes. You tugged at the ropes and bucked as Hizashi quickened his pace. Aizawa left your field of vision briefly before he returned, kneeling behind his husband and tugged the blonde’s hair forcing him to abandon your needy cunt.

“Wait,” You moaned, grinding against the mattress.

“Don’t worry, darlin’” Aizawa soothed. “We’re no where near done. Just let me help get Hizashi out of his clothes.”

You responded with a pathetic groan. Already clouded by the stress and drugs, you were giving into your sexual instincts.

“What are you doing?”

You could see something in Aizawa’s hands, a type of metal tubing, but you weren’t familiar with it.

“It’s a spreader bar,” the blonde explained. “When Sho and I have alone time we like to get creative. Don’t worry, he’s used it on me a ton of times.” 

“But what’s it do?” You suspected you knew the answer but were hoping for a different outcome.

Instead of telling you, Aizawa just began securing your ankles into the attached cuffs. Once bound, Aizawa took his partner’s spot, settling between your legs and worked his tongue between your folds. Serving its purpose the bar held firm when you tried to clamp your legs together.

Hizashi ogled at the sight of his husband lavishing his tongue against your messy pussy; with any luck he could burn the image in to his brain. Aizawa’s nails were clawing at your ass making sure he had pulled you as tightly to him as physically possible. 

The pressure in your stomach was beginning to build along with your frustration with the restraints. With labored breathing you whined, “Don’t like – don’t like the bar. Wanna move.”

Aizawa finally eased up on your pussy, “Poor baby,” he kissed your thigh. “How about after I get my fill of you, we see about taking off the bar. I don’t think Zashi’ll mind if you’re a little squirm-y.”

Nearly cumming as he returned his attention to your clit, you nodded vigorously. It didn’t take much longer for the electric waves to pulse from your core. Aizawa still wasn’t done with you, he pushed to the edge a few more times; he would stop short each time, smiling sadistically while you cried over your lost orgasm. During these intermissions he would kiss and nibble across your thigh. Hizashi lay to the side of you, stroking your face or pulling your hair as he saw fit. He enjoyed talking you through growing frustration. As Aizawa kissed his way around your thigh he reached out for Hizashi’s hand, squeezing it as though they could communicate through Morse code. Although they couldn’t, Hizashi understood Sho from the glint in his eyes. Suddenly Hizashi pressed his lips painfully against yours, before you could even comprehend what they were doing you were screaming and his tongue assaulted your mouth. You were sobbing from an unimaginable pain radiating up your thigh. You didn’t realize until Hizashi pulled away from you to check on his husband that you noticed Aizawa had sunk his teeth in to your skin, leaving a bloody wound. In spite of your screams and thrashing he resumed fucking you with his tongue, bloody lips pressed to your pussy with his eyes drunkenly staring up at you.

Although he couldn’t understand your fear, Hizashi wanted to comfort you, “Breathe, darling. You’re doing so well. Ya look so pretty with Sho between your legs.”

“Please let me go, please. I hate you.”

“Shhh,” Shouta lulled. Neither men could really get mad over your words, both understanding the pain you were going through. “I know it hurts. The pain will go away. Just a little mark, kinda like a wedding ring.”

Hizashi’s patience was waning. His throbbing cock dictating his thoughts. Desperately ready to turn you back in to a writhing mess that needed them. On top of it all, his gums ached with jealousy. Aizawa noticed the blondes pout and pulled him in for sloppy kiss. Your wetness and blood now shared between their lips. He whispered in to Hizashi’s ear something you couldn’t hear before rolling off the bed and disappearing from the room. 

Yamada certainly wouldn’t remove the spreader with your thrashing. While he waited for his husband to return he began kneading your body with his palms. Skillfully releasing some of the tension throughout your body. 

You were still sniffling, barely calming your sobs, when Hizashi could no longer hold back, forcing the tip of his cock in to your clenched entrance. 

“You’re tight,” The man growled.

“Darlin’, try to relax so it won’t hurt too much,” Aizawa’s voice called as he returned. 

Easier said than done.

Joining you on the bed Aizawa took a moment to admire Hizashi. The blonde had skillfully maneuvered you so that you could struggle too much and the sight of his cock joining with your body shot pleasure down Aizawa’s spine. Tempting as it was, tonight wasn’t the night for you take both of them at once. They were already pushing you past your limits. 

Begrudgingly you knew you should listen to your captor and you forced yourself to let go of the breath you’d been holding. Sparing no time Hizashi managed to bottom out pausing before thrusting roughly into your hips. The restraints paired with the way he was contorting your body strained every tendon in your body. 

Gluttony was tempting Hizashi to sink his teeth in to the meat of your other thigh, but the couple had agreed to take things slow. Well, their version of slow. Tomorrow he could leave his mark on you and Aizawa could have his turn in you. 

[badassbuchanan]

Breaking the Rules

Plot: Bratty Bucky will do anything to get what he wants

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, bratty!bucky, soft!bucky, dirty talk and a little teasing.

Word Count: 4715

A/N: I apologise for my lack of activeness this week my loves, my brother’s baby was born AND I started University - so it’s been a big week! I’ll try and get my routine sorted for next week so it should be back to normal. Anyways, enjoy! As always I’d love to hear what you think! x

“Babe.” Bucky called out in a huff as he made his way through the apartment, throwing his keys down carelessly on the kitchen worktop.

The frown lines on his brow deepened as he walked through his home, so relieved to finally be there after the stressful day he’d had. 

“Baby!” He called out impatiently as his face screwed up, kicking off his boots in the hallway as he continued through the house. 

“In here, Buck.” I called back to him from the bedroom, a smile appearing on my face at the fact that my darling boyfriend had returned home.

“Hey handsome.” I smiled softly as I watched the reflection of him enter the room through the mirror in front of me. I slid on the last freshly washed pillow case, fluffing it in my hands as I noticed Bucky’s attitude. “How are you?”

“I had such a bad day.” Bucky groaned as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. His head rested on my shoulder, closing his eyes as a pout appeared on his lips.

“Oh, honey.” I cooed softly as I turned around in his arms, pressing my chest against his as I lifted my hands to play with his hair. “What happened?” I asked sweetly, tilting my head to the side as I admired his pissed off face.

It was selfish of me to admit, but I loved when Bucky was in a needy mood. It melted my heart whenever he got all pouty and cuddly, needing to be comforted and looked after.

“The mission was a bust,” He mumbled as his head dropped into my neck, his breath tickling my skin as his arms tightened around me. “Sam was being stupid and reckless. He wouldn’t listen to me, as always. And he kept making a joke of everything like he usually does and it’s so fucking annoying.”

“I’ve been telling you for weeks baby, you guys just need to talk it out.” I chuckled sweetly, cupping his jaw as my thumb softly rubbed his cheek bone. He groaned at my suggestion, squeezing me tightly against his body as his cheek nudged further into my hand.

“How am I supposed to talk it out with someone who has the intelligence of a three year old?” Bucky muttered in annoyance, his eyes soft and wide as hair tickled my neck, making me smile in amusement.

“Find a way. You guys make a great team and I know deep down you care about each other.” I reminded him sweetly, his hands rubbing over as much of my body as they could. “You’re both just as stubborn as each other.” I giggled in amusement as I booped my finger on his nose, causing Bucky’s lips to momentarily curl in into a smile.

Bucky groaned as he thought about having to make up with Sam, but deep down he knew I was right. More than that, he knew the consequences for his stubbornness. Nick Fury had set up a meeting with me a couple of weeks back, unbeknownst to Bucky, asking me to try and assist in getting the two avengers to stop fighting. Apparently it had gotten so out of hand that missions were constantly failing because of it.

So I did the only thing I knew would work on my sex-driven super soldier, I told him we weren’t having sex until he made up with Sam, knowing just how much he loved to fuck away his frustrations.

I was surprised that Bucky had lasted this long, our usual routine consisted of at least one good dicking down a day. I knew he had to be jerking off in the shower or when he went for a “toilet break” at work, that’s how he’d made it this far, but it wasn’t the same and Bucky was growing more aggravated by the day. He wouldn’t last much longer, he just needed a little push.

“My poor baby.” I turned my head slightly to look at him, leaving a gentle kiss on his stubble covered cheek as I felt how worked up he was. “You’re so tense.”

“Let me go run you a nice bath.” I suggested sweetly, giving him the sympathy he was so desperately craving. I leaned my upper body away from his just enough to slide my hands down to the buttons of the leather jacket he was wearing. “Does that sound good?”

Bucky looked down to where my hands were on him, letting out a little groan as I teasingly undid the zip of his jacket, eyeing him up innocently.

His blue eyes flickered up to mine, his tongue licking over his lips as I moved my hand under his jacket, rubbing his abs over the thin t-shirt he wore underneath.

Bucky’s eyes fluttered closed, it was a subtle touch, but it was the most sexual action he’d received from me in a while. At this point I didn’t know if I wanted him to break because I wanted him to stop fighting with Sam or because it would finally dull the needy ache between my legs.

“You know,” Bucky dragged out his words, his fingers delicately running up and down my sides as he started leaving gentle kisses on my neck. “I’d feel a lot less tense if your pretty lips were around my cock.”

“Yeah?” I played into his request, letting out a seductive giggle as my hands travelled down his tummy, grabbing onto his belt buckle. Bucky flinched at my action, his hips jolting into my touch as he leaned his head back to watch me.

“Mmh.” He nodded as he rubbed my lower back in his palms, encouraging me to keep going as his cock throbbed to life. I undid his belt, hearing the clink of the buckle as I dropped it from my hands. “Need your mouth, doll.”

“Oh, Buck.” I pouted sweetly as my palms ran up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pressed my chest hard against his, my pussy throbbing as I inhaled his intoxicating scent. “You know the rules, Bub.”

His movements froze, a growl errupting from his chest as he tensed back up again. His head dropped back with frustration, his cock dying for attention.

“No sex until you apologise to Sam.” I reminded him sweetly, knowing he already knew exactly what I was referring to. I flattened my palm against the back of his head, forcing him to look down at me as I left soft pecks all over his pouty lips.

“A blowjob and sex are two different things.” Bucky snapped sassily, a smirk toying on my lips as I realised just how close to cracking he was. I continued to kiss his face, tiptoeing as I made my way across his cheeks. Bucky’s hands slid down to my butt, a growl coming from his chest as he massaged my ass cheeks.

“Still counts, baby.” I hummed against his stubble covered face, feeling him breathe through his nose as he clenched his teeth in frustration. His forehead creased into a frown as he realised I was sticking to my guts.

“So no head?” He barked out with a tone of annoyance, ignoring how good it felt having my lips kissing along his jaw.

“Mmh.” I responded agreeingly between kisses, cupping his cheek with my hand to hold him in place. I was getting lost in the feeling of his body pressed against me, his touch intoxicating as I thought about how responsive and whiney he would get after so long without a fuck.

“Just apologise to Sammy and I’m all yours.” I moaned against his lips, tugging on his wrist as I lead his hand up the front of my loose t-shirt dress. His palm slid delicately along the bare skin of my thigh and towards my heat. I let out a soft gasp as his flesh fingers dug between my folds, my wetness oozing down onto my panties.

“I want your pussy.” Bucky whined, dropping his head to mine as he caught my lips with his, taking control of the kiss. He pecked my lips over and over with little moans, his sulky pout making it easy for him to do so.

“C’mon, baby.” I hummed encouragingly into his kisses, feeling his drenched fingers teasing my hole for the first time in a while. “Just say you’re sorry.” I gasped softly as his finger pushed its way into my tight canal, my pussy throbbing around him.  

Bucky let out a growl of frustration as his eyes rolled in annoyance. “You expect me to apologise to him when he’s the reason I’m not getting my dick wet tonight?” He snapped with a quick thrust of his finger, making me let out a moan as my arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly. “If I didn’t hate him before, I definitely hate him now.”

“Actually, your stubbornness is the reason.” I bit my lip seductively as I tilted my head, batting my eyelashes at him as I watched his chest heave deeply. His eyes flickered over my body, his jaw clenching as he looked down at where his finger thrusted into me.

“Just let me fuck you.” Bucky groaned through exasperated breaths, his finger keeping an agonisingly slow pace. He knew he was pushing his luck, that he was lucky to even have his finger in me. I simply shook my head, gently rocking my hips into the movement of his finger as I tried to get myself off on his hand.

“Fuck.” He growled out in aggravation, tightening the grip of his metal hand on my waist as he pulled me harder against him. I licked my lips as I looked up at the frustrated emotion that was evident on his face, my pussy leaking around his finger as I felt my clit throbbing for attention. 

“Please, at least let me put it in your mouth, baby.” Bucky moaned out weakly, irritated by my decision to deny him what he wanted. I bit my lip as I I felt him insert another finger, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes.

My palm moved down his chest and around his side, not stopping until I felt his ass in my hand. I reached into his back pocket, knowing that was exactly where his phone would be. I took the gadget out and slid my hand back around to his chest, pressing his phone between his pecs suggestively. “Call him right now and I’ll swallow every last drop of your cum.” I instructed in a sultry tone, feeling Bucky immediately react by tugging his fingers out of me. 

I hissed slightly at the roughness of his action as Bucky licked his fingers clean of my juices. He quickly snatched the phone from my hand with a huff, still holding me by my hip as my hand started wandering again.

I smoothed over his abs and down his tummy, tiptoeing to kiss his rough cheek as my hand worked on undoing his belt. Bucky groaned out needily as he looked down at his phone, quickly unlocking the device.

I pressed my chest against his, sliding my small hand into his pants I’d unbuttoned as I hummed sweetly in satisfaction. Bucky’s glance flickered between me and the phone, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock.

“Oh Buck,” I faked as gasp sweetly as I ran my thumb over his leaking tip, smearing him in his own pre-cum. “Honey, you’re so hard.” His skin was soft, his length heavy under my touch as I pushed his pants down just enough to free his huge manhood. My tongue flicked out over my lips as I imagined him fucking into my mouth. My pussy drooled in need, aching to feel his big cock inside me.

Before he could act, I lifted my free hand to massage the back of his head as I kissed him deeply. I made a point of sucking on his top lip, grazing my teeth over his soft flesh as I felt him moan into the kiss.

I hummed in satisfaction, feeling his tongue gliding over my bottom lip as his metal hand slid up to cup my jaw. I pumped him slowly in my hand, trying to match the teasing pace what he’d used to finger me. “C’mon baby, make the call or I’ll stop.”

“Fuck.” Bucky growled out as he pulled back from the kiss, his self control wearing thin. He let out a little grunt as he looked down at his phone, swiping his way across the screen as I tightened my grip around his shaft.

His hips jolted forward, fucking himself into my hand as he pressed on Sam’s name with a clenched jaw. The control I had over my boyfriend at that moment was making my head spin, his eyes closing in pleasure as my fingers spread down to tickle his balls lightly.

“Hey, birdbrain.” Bucky grunted out aggressively taking down the phone, his eyes opening again as he watched me drop to my knees in front of him.

“Play nice.” I warned almost inaudibly as I looked up at him with doe eyes, leaning forward to ghost my lips over his length.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, the overwhelming need to feel my lips on him almost made him moan down the phone. I knew he wouldn’t like having to call Sam at that very moment, mostly because he knew that Sam was a chatterbox that wouldn’t shut up.

Even with Sam’s naturally loud voice, I couldn’t hear him from where I knelt between Bucky’s legs.

I entertained myself by licking a long strip up his shaft from the base of his cock to the tip. Bucky groaned as his metal hand came to rest on the back of my head, pulling me towards him encouragingly.

“Can you just shut up for a second.” Bucky almost yelled down the phone, impatient to say what he wanted so he could get my lips around his cock.

I smirked in amusement, using the built up saliva in my mouth to drench his tip as I angled his cock towards my face. I hummed, sending vibrations down his length as his hips jolted towards me.

“We need to stop fighting.” Bucky groaned, his eyes fixed on where my tongue was swirling around his swollen tip. I nodded encouragingly, kitten licking his slit as my hand pumped the base of his shaft.

I heard Bucky’s breathing shallow as I slid my wet mouth down a little, taking more of him between my lips. I let my tongue swirl around his length, throbbing in my mouth as I fixed my eyes on his.

“Yeah.” Bucky breathed out shakily, a low moan escaping his lips as his jaw went slack. His hand pressed my head further down his cock, his metal fingers digging into my scalp. “Mmh hmm.”

Bucky’s dominant nature took over momentarily, controlling my movements on his cock. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking on him intensely as saliva started drooling down the corners of my mouth.

Suspicious that he was dragging the conversation out purposely, I forced my head back, leaving his cock drenched and aching for more. Bucky frowned in frustration, bucking his hips towards my lips as he silently begged for more.

“Say you’re sorry.” I whispered as I dug my fingernails into his thighs, looking into his darkening eyes as I pressed gentle kisses to the underside of his shaft.

Bucky gulped audibly, his nostrils flairing with desperation as his eyes fluttered closed. “Sam,” Bucky called through gritted teeth, his aching cock making him finally accept defeat.

I smirked against his length, knowing I was about to win as I let my hot tongue trace every vein in his shaft. “Fuck.” Bucky groaned helplessly, his metal hand holding the back of my neck as I took his tip back between my lips.

“Shit. I’m sorry, okay? Fuck, I’m sorry.” He panted as his head dropped forward to watch me take his whole length deep into my throat. I gagged slightly, my throat pulsing as I tried to keep him there, finally giving him what he wanted after hearing him apologise. “The fighting stops now.”

Bucky hung up the phone, quickly throwing it carelessly onto the bed as his whole face softened. He pressed his lips together in a hard line, a small whine erupted from his throat as his cock twitched in my mouth, and I knew he was about to cum.

“Good boy.” I cooed encouragingly after letting his cock slide out of my mouth, drenched in my saliva. My fingers dug into his covered thighs as I looked up at his beautiful blue eyes glowing in the reflection of the light.

Bucky whined again, his eyebrows arching innocently as his metal hand tugged on my arm in an suggestive gesture to lift me off my knees. I obediently stopped gliding my tongue around his length teasingly, shifting to stand up in front of him.

His hands went straight under my dress to my panties, silently stepping closer to me as he tugged them down my thighs. “Oh, you want my pussy, baby?” I asked sweetly once my panties hit the floor, wrapping my arms around Bucky’s brored shoulders.

His palms slid up to squeeze my ass cheeks, nodding in response as he pressed his lips down onto mine. I knew how whiney Bucky got when he was desperate, always refusing to speak until he got his own way.

“You were so good for me, Buck.” I whispered against his lips as my palm ran down his hard, heavy cock. Bucky groaned softly, a sassy pout on his lips as a crease appeared between his brows from where he was frowning.

I pumped him slowly in my hand as my lips dropped to his neck, my tongue intoxicated by the salty taste of sweat that mixed with cologne on his skin. I felt Bucky’s hips rock into my hand as I tugged his cock to angle his leaking tip against my slit.

I moaned into his skin, sucking on the sweet spot at the base of his neck as his cock rubbed between my sopping folds. I let go of his shaft as Bucky took control, fucking his cock between my pussy lips, coating himself in my juices.

I felt my stomach clench as I rocked my hips towards him, his shaft perfectly nudging my clit with every thrust. His cock slipped back and forth between my slick folds with ease.

Bucky’s tip nudged my opening, igniting a deep desire to fuck into me. “Mmh you can have it baby.” I moaned encouragingly as my lips nipped at the delicate skin of his neck, my hand tugging on the back of his hair. “Take what’s yours.” I whispered in his ear before gently sucking on his lobe.

Bucky’s metal hand moved between our bodies and grabbed his throbbing shaft, lining himself up with my entrance. His flesh hand moved under my dress from behind, pushing roughly on my lower back to force me closer to him.

We both dropped our heads to where our bodies were touching as he slowly pushed his thick length into me. Bucky whined at the feeling of my tight walls hugging his length, already so close to his high.

“You fill me up so well, baby boy.” I hummed in satisfaction as I dug my nails into his shoulder under the material of his leather jacket. My lips kissed sweetly along his jaw, his scratchy stubble a welcome feeling against my skin.

I moaned softly when I felt his cock sliding out of me at a painfully slow rate, rubbing tightly against my walls. His tip stretched my entrance for what felt like forever before he slammed his hips back against mine.

“You’re so wet.” Bucky mumbled in pleasure, noting how he could already smoothly thrust in and out of me without having to wait for me to adjust to his size.

“Yeah, so wet for you.” I whispered unconsciously, kissing my way to his lips, eyes half closed as I took his cock deep inside of me. “Got so horny watching you be the bigger man, apologising to Sammy.”

A rumbling groan erupted from Bucky’s chest as he turned his head to catch his lips with mine. I moaned into the kiss, cupping his jaw in my hand as he started guiding us to the bed, his cock still buried deep inside me.

He was losing control, the feeling of my pussy drenching his cock had him twitching inside of me. My back hit the mattress with a thud of the headboard, the new angle of his cock deepened inside of me.

I arched my back, moaning loudly as I felt myself clench around his shaft, pleasure coursing through my veins. I watched Bucky lean up to take his jacket off, causing me to push my upper body up to meet him, my palm rubbing under his t-shirt to touch the bare skin of his belly.

“Leave it on.” I almost demanded, voice slow and full of lust. I scraped my nails teasingly down his tummy, looking up into his darkened eyes as he jolted his hips into me harshly. I hissed as my thighs clenched his hips tightly, the soft clinking of his belt which hung loosely around his unbuttoned jeans filled the intense silence.

I watched Bucky slid his flesh hand between my legs, pushing the material of my dress up as he moved it over my chest, purposely swiping over my sensitive nipples. It didn’t stop until he reached my throat, squeezing lightly as he hovered above me, a little squeak escaping my lips.

“Fuck me good baby,” I hummed sweetly as my eyes stayed glued to his face which was screwed up in a frown. “I’ve missed your cock so much.”

“Missed your pussy.” Bucky mumbled against my lips, thrusting at a deep and slow rhythm as his hands planted themselves either side of my head on the mattresss. I moaned softly at his harsh thrusts, my tits bouncing as I let my tongue glide over his plump lips.

My legs lost their strength, shaking with pleasure either side of his hips as I laid there and took the pounding of his big cock. My arms came up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling his lips harder against mine as we deepened the kiss.

Bucky growled against my lips, getting lost in his own pleasure as he felt his cock twitching inside of me. “So good to me, honey.” I hummed between open mouthed kisses, or tongues swirling together as I tilted my head to suck on his lip.

My hips bucked up to meet his movements, chasing my high as wet squelching sounds of my pussy filled the room. “Fuck.” Bucky groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt my pussy pulsing around him.

I could feel how close he was to his orgasm, picking up the pace of his hips as his hands balled into fists, clinging to the bedsheets. His breathing was heavy through his nostrils, hovering his lips above mine as his stubble grazed lightly on my skin.

“Good boy,” I moaned encouragingly, my own high moments away as I gasped like a porn star, my back arching off of the bed to get closer to him. “Cum inside me Bucky, oh fuck-”

I cried as my orgasm flooded over my body. My head flew backwards as my fingers dug into his metal bicep so hard they almost broke. 

My walls fluttered around him as my clit pulsed profusely, my juices soaking his cock that was rutting into me with ease. My back arched off of the mattress, our chests pressing together as Bucky forced his eyes open to watch me. 

“Fuck,” He moaned breathlessly, his eyes softening as he watched me coming undone beneath him. His tip nudged deeper, hitting my cervix with each long thrust of his hips. “I love you.” He whimpered softly, the moment full of pleasure and emotion as he leaned down to kiss me.

He was drunk in pleasure, the feeling of my walls hugging his length become too much for him. An whine left his lips as I felt his hips jolt erratically, his thick white spurts of cum painting deep inside of me.

“I love you too, baby.” I hummed sweetly, still recovering from my high that was overwhelming my senses. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on his short locks as I gently massaged his scalp. He angled his hips in a way that pushed me further into the mattress, a growl rumbling in his chest as he fucked me through his high. “Oh, yeah.” I gasped, my sensitive pussy rolling against his softening cock.

“Feel so good.” He mumbled sweetly, dropping his head to kiss my cheek as his eyes closed in extacy. After a few more unsteady pumps, Bucky collapsed against my chest, both of us breathless as he pulled his softening cock from my core. A mix of our juices dripped down onto the mattress beneath me, oozing from between my swollen pussy lips.

I turned my head to kiss him softly, his relaxed lips grazing mine as his eyes fluttered closed. “So you think that was worth swallowing your pride and apologising to Sam?” I cooed sweetly, a soft smile on my lips as I kissed him again.

Bucky smirked cheekily, keeping his eyes closed as he let out a breathy chuckle. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, the amusement on Bucky’s face too evident to ignore.

“What’s so funny?” I asked curiously, watching his gorgeous blue eyes open to look at me. His smile only increased, little lines appearing next to his eyes as his pearly white teeth shone.

“I didn’t really call Sam, baby.” He admitted proudly with a smile, his eyes soft and innocent as he watched my face drop in shock. Bucky’s thumb rubbed over my exposed hip, knowing too well how I was about to react. “I just pretended to.”

“You asshole.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him away slightly by his chest as I heard a rumbling chuckle erupt from Bucky’s lips. I couldn’t believe he’d lied to me to get what he wanted.

“Baby,” Bucky chuckled again, amusing himself as I turned my back to him, feeling him immediately shuffle to spoon me from behind. “Don’t be like that. I just missed your pussy.” He mumbled as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body back flush against his chest.

“You lied to me.” I reminded him with a pout, unamused at his scheming ways. I snubbed him, closing my eyes in an attempt to give him the silent treatment as he leaned forward to place soft kisses on my cheek. Deep down I actually found what he’d done funny, knowing Bucky would never do anything maliciously, but I just wanted to milk the moment.

“I’ll call Sam tomorrow and apologise to him, okay?” Bucky started to regret what he’d done, knowing he’d pissed me off a little bit. I was stubborn when I wanted to be, something that Bucky knew could leave him months without a fuck if I wanted to punish him. “I promise, baby.” He whispered sweetly, continuing to leave kisses along my cheek.

I turned my head to face him, smiling up at him as I admired his change of demeanour now that he’d had sex for the first time in weeks. “You better, Buchanan,” I raised my eyebrows warningly as I looked at him with innocent eyes. “Otherwise your not getting this pussy ever again, I promise you that.”

“And that wouldn’t be good for either of us.” Bucky cooed as he dropped his head to my neck, leaving gentle kisses along my exposed skin. I shivered in pleasure and pressed my ass against his crotch, already desperate for more friction. His hips started rocking against my ass, his cock hardening as Bucky’s flesh hand slid up my thigh and under my dress. “I promise I’ll call him tomorrow, baby. But right now, we’ve got weeks of fucking to catch up on.”

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