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Steven acting all smug with Marc and Jake because the other night it accidentally escaped your lips that he was the best sex you ever had.

���👀👀👀👀 just a thought you can do with it as you please

I AM WHEEZING AT THIS!!

The Title

Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Steven is apparently the best.

Warnings: Kissing, pet names, innuendo, sex mentions, bickering, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 315

“Shut the fuck up Steven.” Marc practically growls

Steven smiles at his reflection, raising his eyebrows as he brushes his hair. “I didn’t say anything, mate.” 

“You were going to.” 

Steven scoffs, but can’t hide how his grin widens. “I wasn’t.” 

“You fucking were.” 

“Being a bit sore today, aren’t we, Marc? Yes.” Steven taps the mirror with the end of his brush. 

“You’re the one fucking swanning about and rubbing it in!”

“I’m doing no such thing, you’re being paranoid. Silly even.” Steven beams at him, definitely rubbing it in. 

“Steven-”

“Best sex they’ve ever had, you know?” He gives Marc a little cheeky glance, waiting until Marc’s eyebrow furrows in a scowl before he mouths ‘best’ again. 

“Fuck off.”

Steven chuckles. 

“No, literally,” Marc sticks his middle fingers up. “Fuck off.”

“Best.”

“Fuck-”

“As in, better than anyone else.”

“-Off.”

“Which includes you.”

“Fuck-”

The sound of you coming in the front door echoes loudly, snapping at Marc’s and Steven’s attention. 

Steven goes to call out, and at the same moment, Marc tries to force himself to the front. For a brief moment, they both shove at each other, speaking rapidly so that neither can really hear what the other is saying. 

In the hasty chaos, Jake silently slips forward. He fronts so gently that neither Steven nor Marc notices until they hear his voice coming from their lips. 

“Hello, amor,” he smiles as he greets you, kissing your cheek. 

“Hello, Jake.” You beam, giggling as he helps you out of your jacket and lightly kisses your neck. “What’s got into you?” 

“Well, Steven has been regaling us with tales of last night.” 

You pause, heat running along your skin. “I…” 

“Apparently, he’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” He gives you a cheeky smile and raises his eyebrow. “I was wondering if you’d care to give me a shot at the title?” 

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I need a cuddle from a ficcional character, that may become a cuddle fuck to comfort me and distract me from my neuroatypical exhaustion.

So, some comfort images with some of my favorites because I need the comfort myself ❤️

HUGS, HUGS, HUGS

Alexei would be a sweetheart, smothering you. His body over yours was an almost suffocating presence restraining even the expansion of your chest as you breathe. He's warm and smells of sweat and power. He nuzzles your ear, humming a song. His hands move over you, squeezing your flesh, and his lips brush right under your earlobe, peppering your skin in pleasantly prickly kisses. You know you'll stay in bed for a long while but you don't wanna move anyway.

"Better now?"

Tommy pulls you against his body, and it's like crashing against a warm soft wall, but a wall nonetheless. The impact is followed by his arms wrapping around you, crushing you against his chest. He smells like the rosemary oil he uses on his hair and a fresh, cold morning. You feel his mustache tickle you as he kisses your hairline. It makes you giggle, and that makes him chuckle in response.

"There, baby. You can relax now."

Hopper watches you walk into the living room, observing your body language. When you walk close to the recliner, he grabs your wrist and pulls you over him, manhandling you into straddling his thighs. He leans back and pulls you with him, large palms over your back, patting rhythmically. He smells like cigarettes, cheap cologne, salsa, coffee and safety. Once you settle, his embrace tightens. He breathes slowly and deeply, until your body melts over his. He cocks his head so he can keep watching the TV, as if nothing is happening, as if he isn't paying attention to your reactions, as if he isn't comforting you and caring for you. He kisses your forehead as the tv whispers something.

"Hmmm."

Joel raises his eyes from the papers on his desk the moment you step at the door. He folds his reading glasses and stands up, a resigned sigh escaping his lips as he stands up and his body complains. His hands cover your shoulders and he squeezes tightly as he looks into your eyes, reading your expression carefully. He pulls you ever so gently against him, one hand burying itself on your hair, fingernails scratching the back of your head ever so slightly as he directs you to rest your cheek against his chest, your face partially hidden under his arm. His other hand moves over your waist, and it's only after the hug is completely that he squeezes you, nuzzling the top of your head. He smells like pencil shavings and a bonfire.

"Shhhh."

My particular bonus under the cut 🤣😍

Santa beckons you to the sofa with a hand movement and a pat on his thigh. You frown and he chuckles, patting this thought a second time. When you hesitate he pulls your hand and makes you sit on his lap. You curl around him, your nose against his neck, as one of his arms supports your back. He smells like cookies, alcohol and leather, like a little bit of sadness, some regrets and a lot of hope. His free hand pats your hip, rubs your thigh, then pats you again, as he rocks your body, as if you're a baby. You pull back to look at him and he is looking right down at you, smiling. He kisses your forehead and slides one thumb over your eyebrow, then goes back to pat your hip and thighs.

"You're never too old to sit on my lap, you know..."

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:0 there's a degradation fic?!?!? I'm gonna go find it right now lol

and I didn't realize you had more recent Red Guardian fics!! I think I was only seeing ones from like 2023

btw thank you for being like the only person who writes for the Red Guardian ♥️ the like 5 of us who adore him would be no where without you lol

Come Christmas Morning...

Summary: Your husband always has a special gift for you come Christmas morning.

A/N: I caved in. I did it, I wrote Santa. And I am not remotely sorry. This was a gift for @kittyshead, who inspires me to no end with her Santa fic. I really hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Santa x Mrs. Claus!reader

CW: Somnophilia (but with blanket consent and encouragement), a fuckload of fluff and sex <3

******

It was a Christmas tradition for Santa Claus. A naughty one, but there were perks to not being on the list, and this indeed was one of them.

It all started one Christmas, Santa Claus tiredly arriving home the morning of the 25th of December after an exhausting night of delivering presents. You, delightful wife of his (always a good girl), were still fast asleep. You looked so beautiful in the first light of the morning; he wanted you… But decided you were too beautiful to wake up quickly, so he spent long minutes caressing your hair, your arms, and your face until you woke up in bliss, your husband pressed by your side, his cock against your thigh, hard, pulsing against your skin.

He whispered soft words of praise, describing how beautiful, how peaceful you looked, asleep. You encouraged him to move further every year, ensuring he knew how much you enjoyed waking up in his arms, telling him how much you looked forward to the first lights of Christmas morning.

Until it became a tradition. Until neither of you could imagine spending the morning of the 25th otherwise.

Santa Claus sneaked into his own bedroom, as he did so many mornings before, and the irony didn’t escape him. It never did.

Suppressing a chuckle, he placed the sack on the reading armchair you kept in the room, then quickly removed his gloves, his hat, and his boots. He then proceeded to take off his jacket and leather vest, all his attention already on the bed. On your peaceful body, languidly stretched against the sheets.

You shifted, lost in some weightless dream. Your husband chuckled low, throwing his shirt and pants aside carelessly. With a smile, he pulled the covers to see what surprise you had for him this year. He skipped a breath as he saw the little satin nightgown—dark red.

He trembled, pulling the sheets, watching the goosebumps raised on your skin by the colder air of the room.

He brushed his lips against your shoulder ever so gently, but you shifted, facing the bed, hugging a pillow, one leg folded. He pulled the covers completely off you, admiring you as the light in the room changed, the first rays of sun invading the room through the window.

Your husband sniffed your hair, the softest of groans coming from him. His hand was already sliding against your side, over the satin, exploring the feel of the fabric against his palm and you.

A slight appreciative noise came from your lips as he petted you slowly, pulling your nightgown up, so he could see your ass and your thighs. He squeezed one asscheek gently, testing how deep into sleep you were. He knew he could proceed when you just sighed, pushing your ass against his hand and slowly arching your back.

For a moment, looking at your bare bottom, he didn’t know what to do, torn between the desire to keep the game longer and the desire to lick your pussy. He cocked his head, considering he never quite found a way to lick you without waking you up. As he considered what to do, he gently grabbed your asscheek and pulled your thighs apart.

He sighed. He had this obsessive thought since he found one of your naughty little notes hidden in the sleigh earlier. Little offerings, images, promises, even begging. It drove him crazy, year after year, little pieces of paper in your handwriting, bearing your desires and wishes. He could even imagine you on the desk, writing them and chuckling to yourself, biting your lower lip, squeezing your thighs together.

He sighed, lost in the images in his head, one thick finger already sliding in and out of you, agonizingly slowly. You were already wet, some touching before sleeping, a good dream; maybe you sensed his presence, his scent even in your sleep.

Santa sucked on his finger, a moan escaping him at your taste. You shifted with the sound but didn’t really change your position. He had to be more careful.

With light touches, he maneuvered your legs until his cock was pressed against your pussy. He stayed still for a long while, enjoying your heat burning against his skin.

You moved your shoulders languidly, and Santa knew he had little time before you woke from your slumber by the way you sighed. He couldn’t resist the temptation of rubbing his cock against your clit, slowly, even with the risk of waking you up earlier than he intended. Your mewls were worth the risk.

He pushed into you, ever so slowly, as gently as he could, trying to stretch those final moments for as long as possible. Your eyes fluttered open as your body raised from the deep, peaceful feeling of sleep to the searing ecstasy of pleasure.

You moaned weakly, his hands moving to cup your breasts, pinching your nipple between his thick fingers.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.” He growled softly, his hips moving with purpose now, long slow thrusts.

You opened your eyes, your mind hazy with sleep and pleasure, and as your vision focused, you gasped.

Your husband towered over your body on the bed, his hands worshipping your body, holding it for dear life, unwilling to release you. He smiled, his silver hair falling messily over his face. Your eyes trailed down his broad chest, tense with his effort not to just thrust into you hard and fast.

You took a moment to enjoy his tattooed chest and shoulders, the drawings snaking over his arms. You loved them, and the scars, they were all little reminders of life before, a reminder of the man your husband was and the trophies for the man he became.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moaned, thrusting slightly faster. Your body felt like paradise, warm, welcoming, pulling him in. You grabbed his chest, your nails leaving tiny marks along the drawings on his chest. “You’re such a good girl. Leaving notes so I would feel less lonely. Teasing me with every little surprise…”

Santa lowered his body against yours, covering you, his hair falling on your face. Without slowing his thrusts, he kissed you deeply, the thirst of a hungry man; even one night apart was torture.

You came, whimpering against his lips, the way he held you tipping you over the delightful abyss. His infinite passion for you was palpable in how he touched your body; you could feel it inside yourself, sparkling under your skin.

He kept kissing your lips gently, insistently, grunts and groans pouring into your mouth.

“My beautiful wife…” He whispered as he came, his rhythm faltering, then slowing until his hips stopped.

You chuckled, feeling light, even with his body covering yours. Santa nuzzled your cheek and your neck, kissing every now and then.

“I really want to taste you, but I need a moment.” He growled against your skin, then chuckled as you played with his hair. “I’m not that young anymore.”

“You aged perfectly.” You rubbed his shoulders, sighing against his solid body. His fingers buried in your hair, he whispered gentle nothings against your skin.

“I’m not finished with you.” He grumbled.

“I’m sure you’re not.” You whisper against his hair. “Merry Christmas, love.”

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Come Christmas Morning...

Summary: Your husband always has a special gift for you come Christmas morning.

A/N: I caved in. I did it, I wrote Santa. And I am not remotely sorry. This was a gift for @kittyshead, who inspires me to no end with her Santa fic. I really hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Santa x Mrs. Claus!reader

CW: Somnophilia (but with blanket consent and encouragement), a fuckload of fluff and sex <3

******

It was a Christmas tradition for Santa Claus. A naughty one, but there were perks to not being on the list, and this indeed was one of them.

It all started one Christmas, Santa Claus tiredly arriving home the morning of the 25th of December after an exhausting night of delivering presents. You, delightful wife of his (always a good girl), were still fast asleep. You looked so beautiful in the first light of the morning; he wanted you… But decided you were too beautiful to wake up quickly, so he spent long minutes caressing your hair, your arms, and your face until you woke up in bliss, your husband pressed by your side, his cock against your thigh, hard, pulsing against your skin.

He whispered soft words of praise, describing how beautiful, how peaceful you looked, asleep. You encouraged him to move further every year, ensuring he knew how much you enjoyed waking up in his arms, telling him how much you looked forward to the first lights of Christmas morning.

Until it became a tradition. Until neither of you could imagine spending the morning of the 25th otherwise.

Santa Claus sneaked into his own bedroom, as he did so many mornings before, and the irony didn’t escape him. It never did.

Suppressing a chuckle, he placed the sack on the reading armchair you kept in the room, then quickly removed his gloves, his hat, and his boots. He then proceeded to take off his jacket and leather vest, all his attention already on the bed. On your peaceful body, languidly stretched against the sheets.

You shifted, lost in some weightless dream. Your husband chuckled low, throwing his shirt and pants aside carelessly. With a smile, he pulled the covers to see what surprise you had for him this year. He skipped a breath as he saw the little satin nightgown—dark red.

He trembled, pulling the sheets, watching the goosebumps raised on your skin by the colder air of the room.

He brushed his lips against your shoulder ever so gently, but you shifted, facing the bed, hugging a pillow, one leg folded. He pulled the covers completely off you, admiring you as the light in the room changed, the first rays of sun invading the room through the window.

Your husband sniffed your hair, the softest of groans coming from him. His hand was already sliding against your side, over the satin, exploring the feel of the fabric against his palm and you.

A slight appreciative noise came from your lips as he petted you slowly, pulling your nightgown up, so he could see your ass and your thighs. He squeezed one asscheek gently, testing how deep into sleep you were. He knew he could proceed when you just sighed, pushing your ass against his hand and slowly arching your back.

For a moment, looking at your bare bottom, he didn’t know what to do, torn between the desire to keep the game longer and the desire to lick your pussy. He cocked his head, considering he never quite found a way to lick you without waking you up. As he considered what to do, he gently grabbed your asscheek and pulled your thighs apart.

He sighed. He had this obsessive thought since he found one of your naughty little notes hidden in the sleigh earlier. Little offerings, images, promises, even begging. It drove him crazy, year after year, little pieces of paper in your handwriting, bearing your desires and wishes. He could even imagine you on the desk, writing them and chuckling to yourself, biting your lower lip, squeezing your thighs together.

He sighed, lost in the images in his head, one thick finger already sliding in and out of you, agonizingly slowly. You were already wet, some touching before sleeping, a good dream; maybe you sensed his presence, his scent even in your sleep.

Santa sucked on his finger, a moan escaping him at your taste. You shifted with the sound but didn’t really change your position. He had to be more careful.

With light touches, he maneuvered your legs until his cock was pressed against your pussy. He stayed still for a long while, enjoying your heat burning against his skin.

You moved your shoulders languidly, and Santa knew he had little time before you woke from your slumber by the way you sighed. He couldn’t resist the temptation of rubbing his cock against your clit, slowly, even with the risk of waking you up earlier than he intended. Your mewls were worth the risk.

He pushed into you, ever so slowly, as gently as he could, trying to stretch those final moments for as long as possible. Your eyes fluttered open as your body raised from the deep, peaceful feeling of sleep to the searing ecstasy of pleasure.

You moaned weakly, his hands moving to cup your breasts, pinching your nipple between his thick fingers.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.” He growled softly, his hips moving with purpose now, long slow thrusts.

You opened your eyes, your mind hazy with sleep and pleasure, and as your vision focused, you gasped.

Your husband towered over your body on the bed, his hands worshipping your body, holding it for dear life, unwilling to release you. He smiled, his silver hair falling messily over his face. Your eyes trailed down his broad chest, tense with his effort not to just thrust into you hard and fast.

You took a moment to enjoy his tattooed chest and shoulders, the drawings snaking over his arms. You loved them, and the scars, they were all little reminders of life before, a reminder of the man your husband was and the trophies for the man he became.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moaned, thrusting slightly faster. Your body felt like paradise, warm, welcoming, pulling him in. You grabbed his chest, your nails leaving tiny marks along the drawings on his chest. “You’re such a good girl. Leaving notes so I would feel less lonely. Teasing me with every little surprise…”

Santa lowered his body against yours, covering you, his hair falling on your face. Without slowing his thrusts, he kissed you deeply, the thirst of a hungry man; even one night apart was torture.

You came, whimpering against his lips, the way he held you tipping you over the delightful abyss. His infinite passion for you was palpable in how he touched your body; you could feel it inside yourself, sparkling under your skin.

He kept kissing your lips gently, insistently, grunts and groans pouring into your mouth.

“My beautiful wife…” He whispered as he came, his rhythm faltering, then slowing until his hips stopped.

You chuckled, feeling light, even with his body covering yours. Santa nuzzled your cheek and your neck, kissing every now and then.

“I really want to taste you, but I need a moment.” He growled against your skin, then chuckled as you played with his hair. “I’m not that young anymore.”

“You aged perfectly.” You rubbed his shoulders, sighing against his solid body. His fingers buried in your hair, he whispered gentle nothings against your skin.

“I’m not finished with you.” He grumbled.

“I’m sure you’re not.” You whisper against his hair. “Merry Christmas, love.”

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this fic permanently altered my brain chemistry I kinda can't stop thinking about it

what you say about going to the lake with alexei, i know for sure that he will make the summer days even hotter

thank you in advance for the story

Hot

Summary: Alexei, a *mostly* private beach, and the results of his teasing.

A/N: I really hope you don’t mind me changing the prompt a little bit. I’m Brazilian, from Rio de Janeiro, and when you said ‘summer days with Alexei’ I immediately imagined him at the beach. Also: oh, god, I don't know where all of this came from. Damn. i really hope you like it <3

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: PIV (unprotected, please don't do this), Alexei trying to tease, riding, semi-public setting, Alexei as a bond girl (you'll understand when you read it).

You huffed, carrying your backpack and two bags of groceries; Alexei was carrying at least five times more, with a huge smile on his face. The wind blew on his face as the boat surrounded the island, making small stops to let people out.

You asked for a small vacation, Alexei decided on a tropical island, very hidden, very private, and very remote. It sounded dreamy.

After hours of flying, a bus, and now a boat, you were close to the house.

You watched Alexei, in his mid-thigh shorts and his tank top, the blue-ish tattoos visible on his shoulders and his chest. He looked at you over the aviator sunglasses, the dark baseball hat was pulled back. He was grinning wildly, and once you looked back, he wiggled his eyebrows.

“You look so excited!” You giggled, nuzzling his chest.

“Few days alone with you, on the beach! Of course, I’m excited.” Alexei chuckled. “Also, I got new swimsuit, I’m curious if you will like it.”

The boat stopped, and one of the crew gave you a sign. You two disembarked on the dock, thanking profusely.

You gave Alexei one of the bags and checked your mobile, for the exact location of the house. It looked like a small fishing village and the beach was long, with a short line of sand. The house was close to the dock, hidden from direct view by some trees. Discreet.

You reached the house and settled in just in time to watch the sunset. You were both so tired you just took showers and went to bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

***

You woke up before Alexei, and he looked so beautiful, all sprawled on the bed, you decided not to wake him up. You put on a bikini and moved to the kitchen, to make yourself some coffee. You sat down with your mug on the balcony, sipping on your coffee, letting the sun caress your skin.

You sipped on the warm coffee, listening to the waves, until you heard Alexei’s heavy steps around the house. You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Ta-daaa.” Alexei said softly, entering the living room. “Ready to swim?”

You turned, to look at him, and the sight made you gasp. He stood in the living room, arms open, wearing only a pair of deep red swim briefs, showcasing his strong thighs. He turned around, so you could see his whole body. You sighed, squeezing your thighs together; he stood close to you and picked your mug, taking a sip and looking outside.

Alexei looked down to you, still watching him move, wide-eyed, your jaw slack. He smirked.

“You like?”

“For some reason I expected you would wear swim trunks. Or shorts. This…” You whistled, then chuckled.

“Why should I, if you like my body that much?” His voice was soft; he blushed a bit. You raised a hand and slid your palm down his side and over his ass. “Oooo, myshka.” He chuckled softly. You smacked his ass and he choke on the coffee, then laughed. He placed the mug on the small table by the chair and held a hand to you. “Stand up, let me see you.”

You chuckled and stood up, he whistled appreciatively. Alexei wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up, nuzzling your cheek.

“You keep looking at me like this and these will get too tight.” He chuckled and kissed your cheek.

“I don’t think I wanna swim anymore.” You kissed him lightly, sighing.

He laughed, squeezing your ass, and stepping back.

“Swim first. I’ll let you rub sunscreen on me.”

***

Alexei smiled as he entered the water. He had teased you as much as he could up to now, and he enjoyed every single sigh and whimper that came from your lips during the whole time.

He knew he could push you further. He wanted to see you lose control, for once.

And he secretly hoped it would happen soon. You felt so good under his hands as he applied sunscreen on you. He almost gave his plan up and licked one bead of sweat that slid down your neck into your cleavage.

Alexei swam a few laps along the beach, enjoying the currents, then floated for a little while, watching as you turned to get your tan.

You stretched, lazily, enjoying the empty beach, and sat up.

Alexei raised from the sea, one hand rubbing down his face, then smoothing his hair back with the other. Water running over his body, glistening under the sun, he walked in your direction. You raised your sunglasses over your head, in time to see him lazily rubbing a big hand over his chest. With each step of his, more and more of his body appeared, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He smiled, droplets of water running down his chest, as he took the last steps towards you.

You could only think of tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers and tongue.

Alexei stood in front of you, hands on his hips, looking down at you. You licked your lips, and he rearranged himself into his briefs.

You stood up, grabbed your towel, and packed everything silently, under Alexei’s puzzled expression.

“Enough swimming.” You said, tense, your thighs rubbing together.

“But you didn’t…” Alexei interrupted himself with a chuckle as you stared at him, lips pressed into a line. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the direction of the house. “What happened, myshka?” He asked, feigning innocence.

“You happened.” You grumbled.

Alexei moaned softly, squeezing his cock with his free hand, then picked you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He almost ran to the house.

He gently placed you on the ground and you pushed him towards the deck chair in the balcony.

“Myshka!” He laughed, as you climbed on him, licking the salt from his neck. He moaned, his hands moving to rest gently on your hips. You straddled his thighs and rubbed against him.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” You asked almost angrily, pulling his briefs down, and releasing his cock. He watched you, with wide eyes as you pulled your bikini to the side and pushed his cock into you. Tou trembled, eyes closing, under his gaze. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

“People will see us…” He whispered softly, squeezing your hips, but doing nothing to stop you.

“I. Don’t. Care!” You growled, punctuating each word with a thrust of your hips, pulling a moan from him. Alexei moaned, grabbing your hair and pulling you to kiss him.

You grabbed his chest, sinking your nails in his skin, bouncing as fast as you could, his hands moving over your ass. You sat up, to watch his face; he pulled your bikini down, releasing your breasts, your nipples hardened.

Alexei took one breast in his hand, pinching a nipple as you bounced, and his eyes shifted from your face to the other, until he leaned to bite and suck on it. You sped up, slamming your hips against him to drown your frustration. He moaned, leaning back and grabbing your hips.

“Harder?” He asks and you whine.

He grabs your hips and lifts you up like a doll, pulling you hard against his hips, as hard as he knows you can take it. You moan loudly, aroused by his strength, by his ability to lift you as if you weighed nothing.

Alexei grunted with each thrust, your hands on his shoulders, so you could balance yourself. He watched you, focused.

“Come for me.” He ordered; his voice low, almost like a growl. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, splashing between your bodies. Alexei looked at you in awe, mouth half open, and weakened his thrusts, to focus on how you felt around him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You whined, and he renewed the vigorous thrusting. “One more, Alexei, one more.”

Alexei closed his eyes, frowning, trying to hold his own climax, so he could give you exactly what you asked for. You bounced on him, your body going slack, and when he opened his eyes, they were glassy and wide.

“Please, love… Please…” He begged. You felt yourself tightening again, soaring through a second orgasm. Alexei hugged you, wrapping himself tight around your body, and with a last powerful thrust emptied himself inside you.

“Fuck.” He said softly against your hair. He kissed your forehead, unwilling to move.

Eventually, the heat was too much to stand and he released you, with a groan.

“You will be the death of me. I am old man.” He said softly, between chuckles, carrying you to the shower.

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I need Alexei Shostakov to fuck me until i can't remember my own name like i need to breathe

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The Red Guardian

Characters: Alexei Shostakov/The Red Guardian x Tourist!Female Reader

Rating: E, 18+ ONLY

Words: 3.3k

A/N: Wooops, I’ve accidentally been sitting on this for two months. OOPS. Enjoy!

Story tags: ‘90s Cuba, kind of opening scene of Black Widow spoilers, Alexei being Alexei, dirty talk, this is very much a pwp, semi-public, protected sex, using one another, one-night stand scenario, with a little bit of man-handling. Plus cunnilingus, fingering.

Summary: You just wanted a quiet drink… or did you really?

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“… and I flipped it over like it was nothing, like it was just a page of a book!”

The occupants of the tiny, humid bar are unfazed by the Russian man’s ramblings, or maybe they’re just ignoring him, used to it.

He’s unfazed, too, though, by the seeming lack of interest, just carrying on as the bartender before him nods every now and then absent-mindedly while drying glasses.

Keep reading

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The Wolf and the Hare - 3

Summary: Alexei, videogames and blowjobs, what could go wrong?

A/N: I'm back! sorry for the hiatus, life was kicking my ass. Anyway, I was plagued by this image of Alexei lazily playing videogames in his tank top and sweatpants, and I had to admit I could only imagine sucking him, what a sight. <3 (I can't wait for Thunderbolts. Please god, give me this movie)

Pairing: Alexei x fem!reader (you, no y/n)

CW: Just a blowjob and some soccer talk. It's ALL dirty, minors, please leave!

Alexei was terribly frustrated. You didn’t know why, really. You wondered if he was bored, and wanted to let out some steam, inflict some senseless violence and destruction somewhere remote. Maybe even take a lot of lives in the process.

You didn’t think he could stay quiet, you could only imagine how hard the prison years were for him.

He needed something to do.

Something that engaged him mentally and was exciting at the same time.

Videogames could be interesting.

*** He looked so excited when you showed him the joystick. It couldn’t be hard, with all his training. He could fly airplanes, he can play videogames!

To be honest, it took a while for him to adjust to the size of the joystick; his hands were too big for the tiny buttons, but once he got used to them, he became a dedicated gamer.

You kept getting him new games and new consoles, and he developed his favorites. Playing FIFA, he made you sit by his side and happily talked about Soviet-era soccer and Lev Yashin, the best goalkeeper in history.

“You had to see him, Zayats! He was glorious!” Alexei would boom happily, smacking his thigh.

“You’re not that old.” You bumped him with your shoulder, laughing, after a quick Google search.

“You would never know.” He chuckled low, then kicked your foot. ***

Alexei looked hot, in his tank top and sweatpants, occupying the whole couch, legs apart, relaxed, tiny joystick in hands. He would play, absolutely focused, while you oogled his thighs and his cock (he hated underwear, when he was at home).

One day you decided to take advantage of him. With a chuckle, you sat by his side and pretended your attention was on the videogame, your hand sliding up his thigh.

“What are you doing, love…?”

“Keep playing.” You chuckled, rubbing his thigh gently. You could see him squirming and his cock stirring as your hand moved, ever so softly.

Alexei hit the menu button and looked into your eyes, one eyebrow raised, a delighted smirk crooking his lips.

“You want to challenge me, Zayats?” Alexei wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to straddle his thigh. You ground against him, rubbing along. He hummed, looking into your eyes with a naughty smile.

“I just want to have some fun without stopping your fun.” You giggled, leaning to nuzzle his cheek. He kept holding the joystick in one hand, the other pressing lightly against your lower back.

Alexei leans and nuzzles your cheek, then kisses your lips ever so gently.

“Sounds like an interesting test of my attention.”

“Why do you keep thinking it's a challenge?” You giggle and move to kneel between his legs.

“You want to see if you can distract me.” You kept giggling and shaking your head. “Well, we both know you can.” Alexei winked and spread his legs, pulling his sweatpants down. He was already half hard, pulsing, and the sight made your mouth water. He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows, before leaning back against the sofa. “I’m curious how long can I last.”

You grabbed his cock, eyes half-lidded, and he sighed, holding the joystick. The sounds of the videogame restarted, and it felt like you were being cheered. Licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, you leaned forward, feeling him harden against your tongue.

With a grunt, he tensed, as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, his muscles feeling like steel under your hands.

“Fuck, darling.” His voice weakened. Looking up, you could see his expression softening, as he licked his lips. You sucked harder, and he moaned even more.

Alexei frowned, concentrated, as you kept sliding your lips along his cock leisurely. He grunted, as his team scored a goal on the screen, and you felt one of his hands gently playing with your hair.

“Such a good girl.” He moaned, all the vowels impossibly long; Alexei tugged on your hair, thrusting his hips against your face. Sighing, he went back to playing the game.

After a couple of matches, Alexei just couldn’t keep quiet anymore. Grunts, moans, sighs, and whimpers poured from his mouth, his body incredibly tense as he tried to keep still. He even started whispering in Russian, what you expected were dirty dirty things; you were probably right, with the way he was looking at you.

“Enough.” He growled, pulling from you. “This is torture. You are right, it is unfair when I take my time and tease you.”

“Will you stop doing it?” You asked, startled, massaging your jaw.

“Never.” He laughs; a booming, earthshaking laugh. “Never. But I see your point now.”

“So what now?” You asked, wide-eyed, blushing and squirming. You were wet, aroused, almost desperate. Alexei looked like a work of art, sprawled on the sofa, his cock resting against his stomach, red, pulsing precome from the tip. He blinked lazily, still lost in the haze of the pleasure you gave him.

“Now bed.” He stood up slowly, offering his hand to you. He looked into your eyes, and his intense focus was there, but now that focus was trained on you. It made you shiver. “Now it’s my turn.”

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I have seen the gif with alexei that Say i just got out of prison and I have a lot of energy, and I think it would make a good story where he came home back to his girlfriend and want to spend all the energy he has after being in prison and far from her

I have a lot of energy!

Summary: Alexei just came back after 20 years away. And he has a lot of energy!

A/N: I'm not having the best of times, so I buried myself in this pile of fluff and porn.

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: It's basically cute porn. PIV (unprotected, please don't do this), loving, sweet Alexei.

“Oh, god.” You gasped as you opened the door.

Alexei leaned against the door, smiling tiredly. You hadn’t seen him in a long time, but you could recognize those eyes (and that smile!) anywhere.

“Me.” He said, picking you up in a bear hug, chuckling, and closing the door with a kick of his heel.

“Where have you been?” You asked as he twirled with you in your living room. “I thought you…” You sniffled, your lip trembling, your eyes filling with tears.

“No, no, no…” Alexei kissed all over your face, crushing you against his body. “Please, myshka, do not cry.”

You sniffled, swallowing your tears somehow, his bright blue eyes tenderly focused on yours. Taking deep breaths, you calmed down, and Alexei gently placed you on the floor.

“Come on, food, first.” You dragged him to the kitchen. “Then you can tell me about all that happened. “And about the uniform. Then we can shower. You look like you need one.”

"Umnitsa,” Alexei groaned happily. “You take care of me so well.” He buried his face on the top of your head and sniffed your hair. His voice came out in a whisper. “Thank you.”

He ate like a man starved as you watched. Time had passed, but he didn’t look that different. Tired, hurt, maybe. Bigger, for sure, but he was never a small man, to begin with. Between whispers and laughter, Alexei told you about prison, his escape, everything. You could see him relaxing, the tension melting and disappearing in the air.

Alexei leaned back on the chair and placed one hand on his thigh; his legs stretched, feet apart, his other arm propped in the back of another chair. His eyes narrowed, and his lips crooked in a smirk as he licked his lips. You knew that expression too well… You giggled, blushing.

“Don’t you want to rest a bit?” You asked, surprised.

“Nah.” Alexei stood up and circled the table, standing in front of you and flexing his arms. “I am supersoldier. I just got out of prison. I have a lot of energy.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and you laughed. Alexei picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Shower first!” You yelped, and he answered by smacking your ass.

He placed you in the bathroom and stepped back to tug on the uniform. The space was a bit too crowded, with him quickly tugging on the tight uniform. It made you smile.

Alexei stopped, holding his pants, looking into your eyes, his own soft and gentle.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, throwing his pants away and quickly getting rid of his underwear. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” You quickly took your clothes off, pushing him into the shower.

Alexei sighed and moaned under the hot stream of water, rolling his shoulders back. You washed him slowly, massaging his chest and tracing his tattoos with your fingertips. You felt him moving around you, grabbing your shampoo and rubbing his own head with more sighing.

He just stood there, after a while, quiet, still, your hands on his skin, his hands sliding over your sides gently. You looked up; Alexei looked down, into your eyes, with a soft smile. He cupped your cheek, sliding his thumb gently. With a soft smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.

“Be good little girl and rub my back?” He asked softly, a dirty smile on his face. You nodded, and he turned his back to you, sighing under the warm stream of water. You did as he asked, enjoying the stream of small, pleasured sighs and groans as you rubbed him.

Alexei looked over his shoulder to watch your hands; you focused on his back and the intricate tattoo.

He was a mountain of a man. Tall and large, he made the whole world look small as he moved. But he looked hesitant as he looked over his shoulder. You sighed.

“I like the tattoos…” You nuzzled his back, kissing his skin before going back to rubbing. “This one here is beautiful.”

“I broke a guy’s arm as it was getting finished,” Alexei growled, annoyed. “He challenged me, so disrespectful. I may be old, but I’m still Red Guardian.” He scoffed. You grabbed his ass and moaned softly; he answered with a relieved chuckle.

“Did it make you feel better?” You asked as you hugged him from behind and slid your hands up his chest and his belly.

“Da.” Alexei grunted.

“Then all is well.” You pulled from him and rinsed all the soap from your body. He turned to you, surprised, puzzled, and just a little bit hurt. You grabbed a towel and dried yourself off, smiling at him.

“I'll be waiting for you in bed,” you said nonchalantly, “Otherwise, I'll spend hours here just feeling you up.”

“Myshka,” Alexei chuckled, looking down, blushing lightly.

“Hey.” You stepped close to the stall. “You’re older and bigger now… And you have some new graffiti.” He chuckled as you pointed to the tattoos. “You’re still handsome.” You moved to the door, smiling. “You made me wait for long enough, big boy.”

Alexei laughed, squeezing the base of his cock. He moaned softly, letting the water run over his face. He was tired (and you were right, he needed a shower); Alexei thought about you all those years in prison. Now you were so close. So close. Freedom and paradise in your body. He was a simple man.

But he wouldn’t last long, he feared, growling at his cock. He felt so desperate.

He dried himself slowly; if he gave in to his desperation, it would be all over too soon. And he really wanted to see you come first.

You watched Alexei entering the bedroom slowly, prowling like a big wild animal, eyes fixed on yours. A full blush covered your body; you could feel yourself getting wet quickly.

“I remember you like my fingers.” He climbed the bed, crawling over your body, covering it with his expanse. Without a moment of hesitation, Alexei kissed you deeply; his body trembled over you as he tried to control his instincts.

“You don’t need to hold back.” You said as he broke the kiss, panting. He moaned, pulling back to kneel between your legs. Alexei was a sight, on his knees, his thick cock pointing up. He squeezed the base, and you could see precome pulsing from the head. It made your mouth water.

“I will not last long.” Alexei licked his lips, sliding one big hand over your thigh ever so slowly. He covered your pussy with his hand, a thumb diving between your lips, brushing your clit gently. He moaned softly, feeling your wetness. “I kept thinking of you… I need to watch you come.”

“You made me wait for long enough, love… Please!” You said, whimpering, and he stopped, looking into your eyes. You could see the hunger in his eyes, intense and wild, and the moment his resolve snapped, it took control.

“Oh, myshka…” Alexei grabbed your hips and moved forward, with a quick pause to align his cock to your pussy. He pushed into you ever so slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Alexei closed his eyes, for a moment, taking deep breaths.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, and after a moment, he started moving, looking into your eyes. You grabbed his arms, consumed by just how big, he was, around and inside you. You moaned, Alexei answered with a grunt, his hips slamming into yours.

He looked at you with soft eyes, his lips half open. Alexei raised an arm, cradling your shoulder and your head, then lowered his head, touching your forehead with his. He grabbed your hips, moaning softly as he squeezed you.

“Missed you.” Alexei moaned. “So much.”

His thrusts picked up speed and he started kissing your lips, your cheek until his lips settled against your ear. He moaned softly, his hips grinding against yours, putting pressure on your clit.

You moaned, overwhelmed by his body, his presence all around you. He filled all of your senses.

He shifted his hips, thrusting at a different angle. You were suddenly reminded of the size of his cock, how long, how thick he was; you felt him impossibly deep inside you, splitting you open.

Alexei was close. You could tell from his grunts, from how he ended every thrust with some grinding as if he was trying to bury himself in you even deeper… As if it was possible.

You were so close to coming it almost felt like agony. Alexei moaned, and you tensed, your body spasming as your orgasm burst through your body in an explosion of pleasure.

He watched your face, frowning, panting through his mouth. He wanted to fuck you through your orgasm, but your expression of pleasure, combined with your whole body tightening around him made him come undone.

He kept thrusting weakly, kissing you with gentle brushes of his lips against yours.

With a sigh, he pulled from you to lay on his back, dragging your body over his, until your head was over his chest. One big arm cradled your body, his hand on your ass, while the other caressed your hair. You slid a leg over his, your hand caressing his chest.

“I’m happy you’re back.” You said softly and kissed his chest.

Your body relaxed against him and sleeping seemed like a good idea. You closed your eyes and as your breathing became deeper, Alexei grabbed your ass, bringing you back.

“Don’t sleep.” He said, looking down.

“Hm?” Alexei grabbed your hand and placed it on his hardening cock. “Whoa.” You chuckled, tiredly.

“Lot of energy.” He said, his voice low and gruff, and he pulled you over him, making you straddle his body. He chuckled, pushing your hips until his cock pressed against your pussy. “Tell me when you want to stop. If you want to stop. I miss seeing you dumb on my cock. I know you do too.”

You moaned as he pushed into you. He chuckled, grabbing your hips.

Alexei kept you awake through the whole night and most of the next morning. He had fucked you in all your favorite positions, even repeated some. You were sore, your body completely slack and you kept begging for more; he used you as a doll, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear, thanking you every time you let him fuck you.

You two slept tangled in each other, and as you drifted to sleep lulled by his soft snoring, you knew the marathon would continue the moment he woke up. He really had a lot of energy.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

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what you say about going to the lake with alexei, i know for sure that he will make the summer days even hotter

thank you in advance for the story

Hot

Summary: Alexei, a *mostly* private beach, and the results of his teasing.

A/N: I really hope you don’t mind me changing the prompt a little bit. I’m Brazilian, from Rio de Janeiro, and when you said ‘summer days with Alexei’ I immediately imagined him at the beach. Also: oh, god, I don't know where all of this came from. Damn. i really hope you like it <3

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: PIV (unprotected, please don't do this), Alexei trying to tease, riding, semi-public setting, Alexei as a bond girl (you'll understand when you read it).

You huffed, carrying your backpack and two bags of groceries; Alexei was carrying at least five times more, with a huge smile on his face. The wind blew on his face as the boat surrounded the island, making small stops to let people out.

You asked for a small vacation, Alexei decided on a tropical island, very hidden, very private, and very remote. It sounded dreamy.

After hours of flying, a bus, and now a boat, you were close to the house.

You watched Alexei, in his mid-thigh shorts and his tank top, the blue-ish tattoos visible on his shoulders and his chest. He looked at you over the aviator sunglasses, the dark baseball hat was pulled back. He was grinning wildly, and once you looked back, he wiggled his eyebrows.

“You look so excited!” You giggled, nuzzling his chest.

“Few days alone with you, on the beach! Of course, I’m excited.” Alexei chuckled. “Also, I got new swimsuit, I’m curious if you will like it.”

The boat stopped, and one of the crew gave you a sign. You two disembarked on the dock, thanking profusely.

You gave Alexei one of the bags and checked your mobile, for the exact location of the house. It looked like a small fishing village and the beach was long, with a short line of sand. The house was close to the dock, hidden from direct view by some trees. Discreet.

You reached the house and settled in just in time to watch the sunset. You were both so tired you just took showers and went to bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

***

You woke up before Alexei, and he looked so beautiful, all sprawled on the bed, you decided not to wake him up. You put on a bikini and moved to the kitchen, to make yourself some coffee. You sat down with your mug on the balcony, sipping on your coffee, letting the sun caress your skin.

You sipped on the warm coffee, listening to the waves, until you heard Alexei’s heavy steps around the house. You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Ta-daaa.” Alexei said softly, entering the living room. “Ready to swim?”

You turned, to look at him, and the sight made you gasp. He stood in the living room, arms open, wearing only a pair of deep red swim briefs, showcasing his strong thighs. He turned around, so you could see his whole body. You sighed, squeezing your thighs together; he stood close to you and picked your mug, taking a sip and looking outside.

Alexei looked down to you, still watching him move, wide-eyed, your jaw slack. He smirked.

“You like?”

“For some reason I expected you would wear swim trunks. Or shorts. This…” You whistled, then chuckled.

“Why should I, if you like my body that much?” His voice was soft; he blushed a bit. You raised a hand and slid your palm down his side and over his ass. “Oooo, myshka.” He chuckled softly. You smacked his ass and he choke on the coffee, then laughed. He placed the mug on the small table by the chair and held a hand to you. “Stand up, let me see you.”

You chuckled and stood up, he whistled appreciatively. Alexei wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up, nuzzling your cheek.

“You keep looking at me like this and these will get too tight.” He chuckled and kissed your cheek.

“I don’t think I wanna swim anymore.” You kissed him lightly, sighing.

He laughed, squeezing your ass, and stepping back.

“Swim first. I’ll let you rub sunscreen on me.”

***

Alexei smiled as he entered the water. He had teased you as much as he could up to now, and he enjoyed every single sigh and whimper that came from your lips during the whole time.

He knew he could push you further. He wanted to see you lose control, for once.

And he secretly hoped it would happen soon. You felt so good under his hands as he applied sunscreen on you. He almost gave his plan up and licked one bead of sweat that slid down your neck into your cleavage.

Alexei swam a few laps along the beach, enjoying the currents, then floated for a little while, watching as you turned to get your tan.

You stretched, lazily, enjoying the empty beach, and sat up.

Alexei raised from the sea, one hand rubbing down his face, then smoothing his hair back with the other. Water running over his body, glistening under the sun, he walked in your direction. You raised your sunglasses over your head, in time to see him lazily rubbing a big hand over his chest. With each step of his, more and more of his body appeared, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He smiled, droplets of water running down his chest, as he took the last steps towards you.

You could only think of tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers and tongue.

Alexei stood in front of you, hands on his hips, looking down at you. You licked your lips, and he rearranged himself into his briefs.

You stood up, grabbed your towel, and packed everything silently, under Alexei’s puzzled expression.

“Enough swimming.” You said, tense, your thighs rubbing together.

“But you didn’t…” Alexei interrupted himself with a chuckle as you stared at him, lips pressed into a line. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the direction of the house. “What happened, myshka?” He asked, feigning innocence.

“You happened.” You grumbled.

Alexei moaned softly, squeezing his cock with his free hand, then picked you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He almost ran to the house.

He gently placed you on the ground and you pushed him towards the deck chair in the balcony.

“Myshka!” He laughed, as you climbed on him, licking the salt from his neck. He moaned, his hands moving to rest gently on your hips. You straddled his thighs and rubbed against him.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” You asked almost angrily, pulling his briefs down, and releasing his cock. He watched you, with wide eyes as you pulled your bikini to the side and pushed his cock into you. Tou trembled, eyes closing, under his gaze. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

“People will see us…” He whispered softly, squeezing your hips, but doing nothing to stop you.

“I. Don’t. Care!” You growled, punctuating each word with a thrust of your hips, pulling a moan from him. Alexei moaned, grabbing your hair and pulling you to kiss him.

You grabbed his chest, sinking your nails in his skin, bouncing as fast as you could, his hands moving over your ass. You sat up, to watch his face; he pulled your bikini down, releasing your breasts, your nipples hardened.

Alexei took one breast in his hand, pinching a nipple as you bounced, and his eyes shifted from your face to the other, until he leaned to bite and suck on it. You sped up, slamming your hips against him to drown your frustration. He moaned, leaning back and grabbing your hips.

“Harder?” He asks and you whine.

He grabs your hips and lifts you up like a doll, pulling you hard against his hips, as hard as he knows you can take it. You moan loudly, aroused by his strength, by his ability to lift you as if you weighed nothing.

Alexei grunted with each thrust, your hands on his shoulders, so you could balance yourself. He watched you, focused.

“Come for me.” He ordered; his voice low, almost like a growl. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, splashing between your bodies. Alexei looked at you in awe, mouth half open, and weakened his thrusts, to focus on how you felt around him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You whined, and he renewed the vigorous thrusting. “One more, Alexei, one more.”

Alexei closed his eyes, frowning, trying to hold his own climax, so he could give you exactly what you asked for. You bounced on him, your body going slack, and when he opened his eyes, they were glassy and wide.

“Please, love… Please…” He begged. You felt yourself tightening again, soaring through a second orgasm. Alexei hugged you, wrapping himself tight around your body, and with a last powerful thrust emptied himself inside you.

“Fuck.” He said softly against your hair. He kissed your forehead, unwilling to move.

Eventually, the heat was too much to stand and he released you, with a groan.

“You will be the death of me. I am old man.” He said softly, between chuckles, carrying you to the shower.

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Drunk

Summary: You really really shouldn't try to get Alexei drunk.

A/N: I don't know, this just popped into my mind fully formed XD

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: Drinking, reader is drunk, mentions of sex, Reader is handsy.

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You are such a lightweight. Anyone would be, compared to the Red Guardian.

Alexei poured more vodka into the cup in your hands, then drank from the bottle.

You were already beet red, giggling, leaning to one side. Alexei found it… Amusing. Adorable. He slid his fingertips over your arm, his big hand sliding over your shoulder, then grabbing the back of your neck.

“Cute.” He says, nuzzling your cheek. “You are so cute.”

You buried your hands in his beard, scratching his chin; he laughed, amused. Your hands kept moving, caressing his neck, then tracing his tattoos.

You grabbed your cup and sipped on it, looking at Alexei with huge eyes. He laughed, grabbing the cup and putting it on the table. You traced the tattoo around his nipple, giggling.

“You’re also horny handsy drunk,” Alexei said fondly, petting your hair. “Lovely.”

He kissed you deeply, lazily, enjoying the feeling of your lips against his. you sighed and whimpered, your head buzzing from the vodka, making everything just a little bit more pleasant with how lightheaded you were.

“The vodka is for me. Enough for you.” Alexei grabbed the cup and downed the vodka. “I am the one you’ll be all over. I need you a little sober for that…”

“Oh, no…” You moaned, sadly, then you giggled. “Such a gentleman!”

“I want you to remember every single moment tomorrow, Куколка.” Alexei groaned as you climbed on him, making him lie on the sofa; you wiggled until you were on top of him, and he placed a hand over your ass, kneading gently. “You will wake up sore and know exactly what happened.”

“Alexei!” you gasped. “Promise?” You bat your eyelashes, your eyes fluttering close. Your hands, still moving, grabbed his sides, his hips; you started sliding down until your breasts were pressed against his cock. He opened his legs, letting your body rest against them. You placed your hands over each other and rested them on his belly, your chin on the top of your hands, batting your eyelashes at Alexei. He laughed, looking down at you.

His fingers buried into your hair and he tugged on it, directing your head to his belly. You started kissing his skin, tracing the blue lines with your fingertips, his cock hard against your breasts. Alexei slid one finger along your chin and you grabbed his hand, suckling on his index finger.

“Fuck, Куколка. You make hard for me to keep control.” Alexei trembled, closing his eyes. You slid your lips along his digits, trying your best to tempt him.

But your suckling got softer and softer, until you slept over his belly, his finger in your mouth, his hard body cradling yours. Alexei petted your hair, gently scratching your scalp. You sighed, hugging his waist.

“Lightweight.” Alexei chuckled again. You raised your head in your sleep, indignantly.

“…m’not lightweight. You are supersoldier!” You raised your arm, flexing your bicep drunkenly, then slapping your hand against his chest. Alexei’s booming laughter shook you awake and you indignantly stared at him, with glassy eyes.

“Don’t you forget it.” Alexei dragged your body up against him and rested your head on his chest once more, placing one hand behind his head. You slid your fingertips over his bicep until you slept, his free hand soothingly sliding down your back.

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If You Ask Melina Who’s Who

You: Mom! *runs into kitchen and slips*

Melina: *turns off stove* Be careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself

You: How mad would you be if I said pain doesn’t hurt me any more. I don’t feel anything

Melina: *crosses arms*

You: mad, got it. Anyways *shoves phone in front of Melina’s face*

Who’s who.

Melina: *reads* In every sibling trio there is the depressed one, the one with anger issues, and the happy spoilt one

Yelena, Natasha and Alexei: *comes in through the door

Alexei: and then I-

Yelena: No one wants to hear it!

You: Hi Natty. Hi Lena. Hi dad.

Alexei: I was getting to the good part

Natasha: there is no good part.

Melina: Natasha is the happy spoilt, Yelena is the angry one and you are the depressed one

Yelena: I’m not the angry one!

Natasha: I’m not the happy spoilt

Melina: Natasha gets anything she wants as an Avenger, Yelena has a short fuse and (Y/n) sleeps the day away, doesn’t have the energy to do the things she’s interested in and has the inability to concentrate

Yelena: *angry* what

Natasha: you just proved Melina’s point

You: why do I have the most reasons. I already know I’m the depressed one

Alexei: listen to your mother. She’s always correct

Yelena: *to Natasha* You are spoilt, Tony just said he’s building you new Widow bites

Natasha: *to Yelena* because angry over here broke them

Yelena: I didn’t break them! Did you check (Y/n)’s room *points at you*

You: in my defense, I knew she was gonna get new ones. Plus I modified them *lifts sleeves* to give stronger pulses to see if I could *accidentally fires them*

Alexei: *gets shocked and falls to the ground unconscious*

Everyone: *quiet*

You: oops

Yelena: haHa

Melina: I know my daughters well *continues cooking as if nothing happened*

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I want more sweet Wolverine and Rogue scenes like in the first movie. <3

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Fractional Focus

About this: Steven/fem!reader, fingering. Daddy kink is mentioned, but not an active kink element.

For Rose <3

*

How are you meant to help it? 

Steven sits at his desk with a book in hand. When you’d (long ago) come to the realization that everything about him turned you on, you still hadn’t imagined this, that even the most mundane of actions could have your mouth dry and knees shaking. 

But it’s the way his lips will mouth the words he reads. It’s how broad his hand is, cradling the spine of the book with all the tenderness he uses to touch you. It’s the lines of his body when he sits back and puts his feet up on the desk to make himself comfortable. It’s the way he turns the bloody pages, the rasp of his calloused thumb against the paper as he performs the well-practiced flick. 

No one has any right to have you so hot and bothered just by reading a book. Steven makes a sound in his throat and sits up, letting his feet return to the floor so that he can plant one elbow on the desk and stare down into the book rapturously. His focus is so singular, so intensely devoted. So not yours. 

“Steven?” you murmur, coming to stand behind him with your hands on his broad shoulders. 

“Hm?”

“Do you think you’ll read all day?” 

“Course not,” he says. Your heart lifts, then stalls and free falls when he adds: “I should be finished by dinnertime.” 

You frown at the back of his head. His curls are so dark and thick. One of your thumbs skims up the back of his neck and strokes the soft strands. He hums but makes no other movement—except to turn the page. 

“Steven?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think you could take a break?” 

This has him pausing, finger moving to mark his place on the page while he turns to glance at you over his shoulder. He really should have his glasses on when he reads, but he’s misplaced them. By dinnertime, he’ll have a headache for sure. “A break? Absolutely. I’ve got about fifteen pages left in this chapter—” 

You manage not to groan, but it is a very near thing. Your lips press together tightly to hold in the unhappy sound, but Steven’s eyes miss nothing, zeroing in on your minute, unhappy expressions. He raises one brow but says nothing. Something about his gaze has your ears growing warm, like you’re a child that he’s chastising for distracting him. Let daddy work, baby, and I’ll take you out for an ice cream cone later. 

And oh, god, that’s a whole can of worms you aren’t ready to open. 

“Am I neglecting you, love?” he asks lightly. You hold up your thumb and forefinger, the tiniest sliver of space between them. “I’m so very sorry. Good thing for you, I’m good at multitasking.” 

He pats his lap. Smile brightening, you move to straddle him, ready to wrap your arms around his torso, bury your face in his neck, and nearly doze off to the sound of turning pages. But with a hand he stops you, twirling his finger to show that he wants you to sit with your back against his chest so that you are facing his book. 

“Aztec History: a Captivating Guide to the Aztec Empire, Mythology, and Civilizations,” you read blandly. “Not really in the realm of my interests, Mr. Grant.” 

“Well, ‘s not for you, is it?” he returns, looping an arm around your waist to draw you more firmly against him. “Now be good for me, yeah?” 

You sigh as quietly as you can, lean your head back against his shoulder, and resign yourself to your fate. Steven deserves to enjoy his book. There will be other times—

His hand slips beneath your shirt to rest flat against your tummy. As warm as you are, he is burning hot in the best way. His rough palm smooths across your skin before falling still as he is distracted by the book. You can feel his lips moving soundlessly against your temple as he mouths the words. 

Then his hand rises up to cup one of your breasts, holding the heft of it in his broad palm. You suck in a breath, holding it. Distractedly, he drags the pad of one thumb across your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you whisper. 

“Shh.”

He teases the bud into one aching point with lazy, aimless touches that have your thighs clenching together. All you want is for him to take it between his fingertips, to roll it so firmly and sweetly, to stoke the wetness between your legs. 

But pulling his hand away, he reaches out to turn the page. 

You breathe a laugh. “So it’s like that, is it?”

“Right?” he mutters back. “Eighty pages in and we’re finally getting to the comparisons between Egyptian and Aztec culture. Feel like I’ve been waiting eight hundred pages, personally.”

Page turned, he lets his hand fall back to rest on your lap, fingers gripping one bare thigh gently. He reads that way for several minutes, turning one page and then two until you’re just about to give up hope. 

“Love, you’re squirming,” he says. “Be still for me, would you?”

You try.

His hand moves up to rest against your stomach again, immediately stilling your breaths. This time, he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. He cups his entire palm against your mound and just rests there. Something in the book must amuse him, because he snorts softly. 

It’s degrading in the best way to be given only a fraction of his attention and to revel in it, to ache for it, to be so fucking grateful for it. Absently, he lets his fingers dip into the wet little seam between your legs, the tips of two fingers resting against your slick opening. He drags them up and right over your clit. Your entire body jerks like he’s electrocuted you. 

“Still, please,” he reminds you. 

“Steven,” you whine. 

“Hush, none of that. This is just getting good.” You suspect he’s talking about the book, but you can’t help but agree. It takes all of your self control to stay still and let him strum his fingers, warm and wet with your slick, across your clit until the slide is smooth and frictionless. He begins to play with you without aim as if you are nothing but an outlet for his distractible energy, something he can toy with while his focus is on other things. 

Just as you begin to climb that peak that has your legs already shaking in anticipation—he pulls his hand away to turn the page, pausing only to wipe your wetness on the bare skin of your thigh so that he doesn’t smear any on the pages. 

“How’s he just going to skim over that?” Steven suddenly rants out loud, the fingers he’s just been using to torment you pressed against a line in the book. You couldn’t focus on the words if you tried, your brain fuzzy and blurry. “I’d read a whole bloody book about that on its own.”

He returns his hand to beneath the waistband of your shorts, rubbing those lackadaisical circles across your aching clit again and again. It becomes a race then, to finish in the space between one page in the next, in the time it takes for him to need to turn a page. He drives you upwards slowly and steadily, pausing every now and then to dip back to your hole to coax more wetness from you. 

When you’re nearly there, legs shaking, you feel his hand tense, ready to withdraw to turn the page. 

“Please don’t, please,” you pant. “I’m almost there Steven. Please?” 

He sighs against your temple. “Turn the page for me, then, won’t you?” 

Your hand trembles as you reach out. He increases the pressure of his fingers, and as soon as your own touch the page, you reach the crest you’d been climbing for the last half hour. The band deep inside your belly snaps, pleasure arcing over you like lightning, stiffening all your muscles. You only have a moment to think how you wish he was inside you before he tucks his fingers into you knuckle deep, sighing shakily at the way your cunt clenches around him. 

“Such a good girl,” he says, kissing your temple. “Don’t forget to turn that page for me now, yeah?” 

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spit kink + steven?

Thank you!! Hope you enjoy 🤍

About this: Steven/fem!reader, piv, spitting, use of feminine monikers (ie good girl).

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“I’m close, love,” Steven whispers in your ear. “Will you beg me for it?”

Your eyes are bleary with tears, distorting his face even from where it rests just inches away from your own. His arms are braced on either side of you, his chest low enough to brush your own. The Star of David he wears around his neck—the only thing he’s left on—sometimes rests against your own, metal warm from your skin. Steven is all around you, scent in your nose, face in your sight, cock in your cunt. It should be stifling. But it’s Steven. Could you ever have him close enough?

“Please cum in me,” you slur. Your tongue feels thick and useless. Each word is stuttered by his thrusts which are slow but so, so deep. “I need it, please. I’ve been good haven’t I? Give me your cum, please.”

“Of course you’ve been good for me,” he pants, thrusts growing sloppy. “Good girl, perfect girl, darling girl—here, take it, take it—“

He cums, a rush of heat deep in your womb. His cock twitches, eyes squeezing shut while he groans like he’s being killed in the best way. You clench your tired cunt around him, relishing his sharp inhale.

“God, you’re lovely,” he mutters, carefully rolling off of you.

You shiver without his body to keep you warm. His cock slips from you, and though you clench your muscles tight, you can feel his cum drip from your slit. It’s too much. He’s only rolled right beside you, but he feels so far away. You’re exposed, naked, riddled in bruised kisses. The loss of his weight against you hurts, and now the very essence of him slips out of you.

Whining, you reach down and scoop the mess between your legs, pressing it back inside yourself.

“Lookit you,” Steven murmurs, awed. His voice sounds so far away.

“Steven,” you struggle to say. “I need you.”

“Again?” he wonders. “We’ve been at it all morning, love. I think you need a rest.”

Frustrated tears bite at the corners of your eyes. If you could just focus on making your brain and mouth connect again, you could explain to him the sudden gaping emptiness, so much more painful in the shadow of the blissful sex the two of you have been indulging in. Instead, all you can say again is, “Need you in me.”

“Hey.” He rolls back on top of you, hovering higher up on his forearms so that you can continue to coax his cum back inside you. “You’re alright. I’m here. Need me closer, do you? I’m already inside you, deeper than your fingers can reach. Not enough?”

His hand cups your jaw, other arm taking all his weight. When his thumb touches your lips, you open up on instinct, sighing happily when he presses the pad against your tongue. He hesitates for a long moment, eyes flickering between your own and your open mouth.

“Keep open for me, love,” he murmurs. Then he spits in your open mouth.

You gasp, body jerking with electricity. Suddenly your fingers are working between your legs with a dual purpose. Without any further coaxing, you let your mouth click shut, swallowing hard.

“Bloody hell,” Steven groans. “You liked that?”

You open your mouth wide again in answer. He spits again. You shutter, your cunt clenching around your fingers in one last weak orgasm. Steven watches with wide eyes.

“Fuck, we’re filthy,” he laughs breathily. “Wait til Marc catches wind of this. Possessive bloke. This is right up his alley, innit?”

Exhausted, you can only hum, slipping your fingers slick with your cum and his own from between your legs into your mouth, sucking them softly.

Marc's turn

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Raider and sweet pea, in the morning light warming the bedroom 😍🌸

And then he can't wait anymore and... 🫠🥵😍😍😍

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and his dick is thickening and twitching every so often until it's rock hard and throbbing against her abdomen, but she's so soft when she's asleep and he can't bear to wake her. so he keeps tracing her spine. his thick fingertips pause on her ass. he lets his palm down and shifts her ever so slightly. she lets out the sweetest sigh and then yes, he can really no longer wait. he grips her ass with both hands, then with a small thrust, he nudges her up his body so they're aligned just right. he finds her wet little hole and begins to push into her, sheathing his cock in her snug warmth. he lets out a low growl as he bottoms out, and her eyelashes flutter. he withdraws a bit and she pushes back onto him, reclaiming his shaft. then, he uses two fingers to lift her chin to look at him. and the look she gives him makes him cradle her head and kiss her deeply and hold her tighter as it all intensifies.

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I’m having raider joel withdrawals so I re read the series and I want to just say what a genius you are it’s sooooo goood omg. I just wanna follow him around like a house kitten while he takes care of the crazy world outside 🖤🖤

Thank you, seriously 🖤 Much more to come. I've got raider cooking on multiple burners rn. Ty for stirring them.

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1.5k words, raider!Joel x f!reader

A/N: This is something different. Hypothetical, couldn't get it out of my head. SUMMARY: Joel turns into a prude for a couple of days to find out how bad you want it. Then he gives you what you want. WARNINGS: I8+ jacking off, self-deprivation, riding, rough piv.

When you told Joel you loved him, it got him thinking about how you are with sex. He knew you came, but it never occurred to him that you might actively crave him.  That's what he keeps thinking about now, not the emotion of what you said. The idea of you really wanting him to take you is something he can't get off his mind, and it turns him on. But since he’s always driving things, how would he ever really know you wanted it? He’s not going to ask, "Do you really want it?” No way in hell anything like that is coming out of his mouth.  Instead, he can only try holding back to see if you make a move.  

He doesn’t fuck you for a whole day.  You’re puzzled and dejected.  You wake up at night to the sound of him groaning “oh, baby” over the rhythmic squish of skin in the bathroom. His breathing is labored and his grunts send a pang of desire between your legs. He moans, “ohh, oh—-ahh,” and you slide your hand into your panties. He groans, “Oh God” followed by a drawn-out sigh of relief, and the rhythmic noise stops.  “God damnit,” he mutters to himself. “What am I doin’.”

When the bathroom door opens, you pretend to be asleep, resigning yourself to blue balls. 

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The next day, he doesn’t try to fuck you either.  You’re sitting at the kitchen table and finally ask him, “Did I do something wrong?”  No, he’s not gonna talk about your feelings OR his.  

“Like what,” he asks. 

“I dunno. Do you still want me?”

“I have ya, sweet pea.  Somethin’ botherin’ ya?” 

Your eyes well up and you're unsure what to say since Joel clearly isn’t going to open up about whatever’s going on. A tear runs down your cheek and he gets hard.  When he adjusts himself, your eyes linger on the bulge in his jeans. You look at it and wet your lips, but it’s not enough for him to know for sure.  

Joel resolves not to touch himself again, no matter how much it hurts with his cock straining against his pants.  He sits back in the chair and manspreads, holding his hands behind his back in a stretch, making his arousal known and his lap very available. His jeans are thin, tight, and stretchy. The outline of his cock is visible on his thigh. You’re looking at his erection and salivating, and it’s taking all he has not to just rail you, but he doesn’t.

He takes a deep breath. He’s getting even harder watching you watch him, his massive hard-on pressing against his jeans.  He’s resisting the urge to even graze it with his wrist. Any relief will have to be initiated by you.  It’s a personal challenge now.  He can control himself, he knows it. He’s just never had a reason to. 

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You stand up from your chair. He brings his knees closer together as you approach him. You look to his eyes for permission and he opens his arms. You climb into his lap and hug him, as you’re prone to do–normally when you’re scared, he thinks.  He gently lays a hand on your back to comfort you, but you’re not scared. 

Your crotch is mid-thigh on him, close to his cock but not quite there.  You put your hands around his neck and scoot up.  He closes his eyes as your panties meet his stiff manhood through his thin, soft jeans.  You look down between you, and he looks with you, both of you looking at the growing shape in his pants.  You reach for it and trace the outline of his stiff length.  He clenches his jaw and breathes deeper through his nose. His cock twitches and grows even harder against your hand. He taps his foot, lifting his thigh against your hand a few times. 

"Can I?" You ask hopefully through blurry eyes. 

He nods, but he's not gonna do it for you. "All yours, sweet pea."

You're worried about snagging the zipper since his jeans are so tight and he's not wearing underwear. You bear your wrist down on his cock while you unbutton then slowly unzip his jeans.

You fold that side down and reach into his jeans.  He sighs at the first contact of your soft hand as it grazes his tip and wraps around his shaft. 

You take it out and you're salivating.  You climb down off his lap and onto your knees.  You hold his cock steady as you tongue the slit and take the tip into your mouth.  

"Oh, baby," he whispers as you suck on it. 

Your mouth holds his cock for you and you reach down to take your panties off, stepping your knees out of them. 

You look up at him pleadingly, and he's biting his lip with his brow furrowed as he watches you. 

"What do you want," he asks softly. You take it out of your mouth and hold it with your hand. 

"This," you say. 

"What?"

You shyly look away then return to meet his gaze and say, "your cock?" Like it's a trick question. 

"Oh, sweet pea," he groans. "I told ya it's all yours."

"Can I have some now" 

He nods way up and down like he's never been more sure of anything. "Take it."

You climb back in his lap. "It's so big," you say. "I dunno how."  

"Sure ya do.  You wet?" 

You lift your dress, tilt your hips forward, and swipe your fingers through your folds then show him the shine. He quietly sighs “Mmmm” and closes his eyes for a few seconds. Then you hover near his cock and bring the weeping tip to tease your clit, then your entrance. 

"Can I put it inside?"

"God damn," he exhales. "Just put it where ya want it," bordering on exasperated. 

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Mercifully, he at least holds it at the base for you.  You hold onto his bare shoulders and hover over his cock, then begin to sink down onto the tip. You groan at the stretch, and he winces as he tries to resist pulling you down. He gently rests his hands on your thighs and can't help but give them a little squeeze.

You gradually let all your weight onto him, sheathing his thick cock with your cunt. It fills you up and you shudder as he bottoms out. Your nipples harden under your dress. He can't resist a subtle rock of his hips, but just one. 

You put your wrists around his neck and begin to move up and down his length. 

"How's it feel," he asks.

"So good," you pant. "really missed it," you say on the verge of tears as you let yourself slide down on his length again.

Joel nods and whispers, "me too."

"You do it so much better," you whine.

Joel sighs but lets you keep going. This is something new for him and he’s captivated. You bring yourself up and down on him a few more times. His big hands go to your ass, but he's still letting you stay in control for now. You take him in a few more times then hesitate at the top.

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He moans painfully while you're at the top, then under his breath says, "Fuck" and abruptly pulls you down. He holds onto you, stands up without pulling out, and haphazardly dumps you on the table face-up. Right away he pulls back, then slams back into you with a sigh.   Your legs wrap loosely around him. He puts his palms on your breasts, wrapping his fingers slightly around your sides for leverage, and he pounds you. 

The table is moving with his effort. He holds you down with one arm so you don't drift away while he rails you harder than ever. Your skin sticks to the table. He gropes your breasts desperately as he fucks you with no mercy. The contact of his tip with your cervix is painful until your body adjusts. 

“Joel,” you sigh, then wrap your legs around him tighter.  His cruel length pummels your poor little cunt, making up for lost time.

He grunts as he gives it to you rough. 

He leans over you and fists your hair. "God damn, you take it good," he mutters to himself as his swollen cock rails into you.  He fucks you with the pent up need of two days which might as well be an eternity with you around. To you it feels like he's filling your whole body up, like your guts are moving out of the way for him. You whimper on the verge of coming. 

"Ohhh, take it," he pants. "Yeahh, fuck." 

You tighten your legs around him and let yourself unravel. The pleasure grabs you violently and you sigh as your cunt flutters around his cock. 

Joel says, "damnit, baby."  Then he plunges to the hilt and stays there as his cock begins to pulse. His neck veins bulge and throb as he fills you up with his cum.  He groans and slowly thrusts into you twice more, still coming. He puts his forehead on the table near yours, catching his breath.  

Then he pulls up his head and looks at you.  He lays a palm over your breast and asks, “You okay?”

You nod, “yeah. Much better.” 

He laughs and musses your hair. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss. 

“I know, sweet pea. But it's yours any time. ” 

You want to tell him “same,” but he already knows. 

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