#anders smut
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High Time
Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader
Words: 4,467
Warnings: use of marijuana, protected M/F intercourse.
Summary: After having a busy morning at work and being gifted a joint from Olaf, Anders calls on you to skip out on work early for an afternoon rendezvous.
A/N: this is a re-write of this headcanon I made a while ago that after some discussions with a couple of good friends, felt deserved to be turned into a full-blown fic. Anders smoking is a kink so please enjoy it along with me!
This fic can be read on its own or in correlation with all of my other Anders stories, this happening at the beginning of their “relationship”.
Special thanks to @i-did-not-mean-to for beta’ing it and @blairsanne for the photos and gifs of Anders!
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Anders had a busy day ahead, and from the moment his alarm went off, he dreaded it. Meeting after meeting was scheduled, and before he had bolted out the door yesterday, Dawn warned him to be punctual and focused.
He'd already done everything he could think to do that wasn't his actual job; from a coffee run, to slowly drinking said coffee, to reading the newspaper very thoroughly.
"Anders-"
"Dawn, I can't let my coffee go cold. I'm almost finished and then I'll start working," he assured her with a grin he prayed would be enough to convince her of his lie and sweeten her up, but she just glared at him and huffed as she turned back toward her desk.
"I know you're capable of multitasking!" Her shout carried across the office, and Anders spun around in his chair before dignifying her snarky remark with a response.
"Who told you?" he retorted playfully, which only made her yell his name again in frustration, making him figure he should actually get to work rather than continue to piss off his very dedicated, and only, employee.
Two measly hours had passed and although he knew he couldn't leave, he found himself thinking of every excuse possible to go home.
Every time he opened his mouth to speak, Dawn would look up and give him a pointed look, stopping him before the words came out. She had just finished telling him not to utter another word to her as she tried to prepare for the first meeting, but as Anders finally got into a groove and had a question about the client, he debated asking. He stood from his desk and carefully made his way over to hers, his hands in his pockets as he cautiously approached as if she was a ferocious animal he had no right to get close to.
"Dawn, I-" he began, one hand moving to gesture in the air, quickly retracting when she looked up at him with an exasperated look and cut him off with one word.
"Don't."
"Okay, okay!" He held his hands up and turned on his heel, not wanting to press his luck or cause her to go on stress leave because of him, but he also felt the need to cheer her up a bit despite being the cause of her grief. Stopping beside the partition that divided the office, he spun around and tilted his head, squinting at her as she proceeded to ignore him. "You know, sometimes I wonder if it's actually me you're mad at, and you're not just hungry?" He raised his eyebrows at her as she glared at him, and when she didn't scold him, he continued. "I could always go get you a snack…" he said enticingly, pushing off the wall to return to his desk. Looking over his shoulder, he flashed her a smile he knew would bring one out on her own still-scowling face, satisfied with himself when he saw her lips twitch in her effort to keep it hidden.
He sighed as he sat back in his chair, telling himself that he would sit and focus in order to make her job easier, but after another thirty minutes went by and he accomplished nothing, he began to curse the day all over again.
The first meeting went as well as it could have, but even with that bit of relief, Anders was dreading the next one. He felt completely unprepared for it and was tempted to use his powers during it in order to wrap it up quickly and achieve the result they wanted, knowing that otherwise it would likely go on for hours and be a struggle to work out a deal.
Then things started to look up.
In walked Olaf, insisting to Dawn that he wasn't here to bother Anders, but for something extremely important.
Anders sat watching the interaction, toying with a pen on his lips in amusement as Olaf tried to win her over. Not getting his way, but proceeding through regardless, he walked over to Anders' desk with a grimace on his face.
"Why do you always make her so mad, Anders?" Olaf whispered, pulling something out of the pocket of his surf shorts.
Anders held his hand up lazily, unable, and also not wanting to get into the many reasons why, and his attitude quickly perked up upon seeing what his Grandpa held in his hand.
"Ooo, what is that?" he asked excitedly, sitting forward in his chair.
Olaf held out a joint and placed it on Anders’ desk, bowing slightly. "A token of my appreciation for my Grandson."
"Your favourite Grandson!" Anders chided, looking up at him before picking up the expertly rolled paper to play with between his fingers.
His thoughts instantly went to you, tuning out whatever Olaf was saying completely, the feel of the paper on his fingertips and the potent smell emitting from it reminding him of the last time he got high with you. You and smoking weed went hand in hand now; every time he smoked it was with you, right before you had absolutely mind blowing sex. A grin broke out on his face, and he was snapped back to the present when Olaf said something.
"Sorry, what?" He looked up at Olaf who was looking down at him with a puzzled, and slightly pensive look, one of his eyebrows hooked high.
"You're clearly too distracted today to be bothered with god stuff, plus I don't think Dawn is going to let you scurry away any time soon."
"Hold on, what god stuff?"
"A problem for other gods," he proclaimed vaguely, looking ambiguous, and Anders knew he was about to go off on a cryptic spiel; one he didn't have time for. To his surprise, the family oracle kept it short, nodding over at Dawn as he added, "You have problems of your own."
He made to turn toward the exit but paused, pointing at the joint still in Anders' hand. "At least you can have some fun with that."
Oh, he'd be sure to, he thought.
Anders brought the joint to his nose and inhaled, thinking how you were better than any effect the marijuana could have, no matter how good Olaf said the high was.
His head whipped up as he heard the door shut behind Olaf, seeing Dawn standing in the middle of the office with her arms crossed.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said shortly, her eyes drawn to the distraction he was still holding.
Even though he knew he couldn't, all he could think about was leaving; calling your number and telling you to meet him at his apartment, the temptation to get each other high from pot and pleasure hard to resist. He put the joint down and opened his laptop, determined not to think about you, but it was no use. The joint taunted him out of the corner of his eye as his fingers typed aimlessly on his keyboard, each moment more of a struggle than the last.
He rubbed his hand over his mouth, willing himself to concentrate, but images of you naked on his bed with smoke billowing out of your mouth flashed in his mind and a rush of blood went to his cock.
Anders stood abruptly and grabbed his keys, tossing them into his hand as he reached for the joint with the other, tucking it in his pocket. He needed you. Now.
“Anders!” Dawn shouted as he scooted past her desk and out the door.
“Sorry, Dawnsie, something's come up!"
"But the meeting is in forty minutes!"
He stopped before reaching the door to go outside, turning to face her after she chased him into the hallway.
"Dawn, listen to me," he began, summoning his powers to assist his plans, but not moving from his position in the doorway. "You are going to handle this meeting just fine on your own, better than I could with you. You don't need me." She stopped walking, her mouth open from wanting to challenge him, only to close it when his words melted over her. "You are my rock, my plinth, the reason JPR still stands. I have every bit of faith in you." He meant the words as he said them, knowing every part of it was true and Dawn nodded in agreement, prompting him to push open the door and leave her to run the place on her own for the rest of the day.
He never worried when she was around, but even now as he began to feel guilty for putting this all on her, the smile she gave him at his praise for her hard work made him stand tall with his decision. The company was nothing without her, and he'd be sure to add a little bonus to her next pay because of it.
The midday sun was hot on his face as he walked to his car, excitement pulling in his stomach in anticipation of what the rest of his day held. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he made his way to the parking lot, pressing the call button under your contact.
"You couldn't get off work early, could you?" he said as soon as you answered, not bothering to waste time with pleasantries.
"Ummm…" you contemplated on the other end, wondering what Anders was on about as you double checked the time.
“I promise to get you off…” he said through a grin, trying to convince you. When you contemplated for another moment without saying anything, Anders stopped walking, his voice dropping low in a lustful plea. "Just say yes."
"Yes."
Anders drove as quickly as he could through the city, trying to make it to his apartment before your arrival. After swearing at a couple of slow drivers and tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel at a red light, he pulled up in front of his building to meet you and your impeccable timing. His hunger for you grew as he watched you step out of your car, pausing to appreciate you before he unlocked the glass door, eager to get you inside.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he grinned at you. “I’ve got a fun afternoon planned for us.”
You returned his excitement and walked in through the door that he held open for you, jumping slightly as he grabbed your bum, the low growl that resounded from him making you flush.
"I always have fun with you, Anders."
"Hmm, good, but I also have a little surprise."
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" you asked, eyeing him curiously with your head crooked to the side.
Once you make it inside the apartment, Anders spun you into him and kissed you with an eagerness he always seemed to have with you, making any lingering remorse about leaving work early disappear with every pass off his tongue in your mouth.
You felt his hands crawl up under your dress to lift it over your hips, his fingers slipping in the side of your panties to glide along your slick folds. He chuckled against you, "So fucking wet for me already."
"I can't seem to help myself when it comes to you," you purred, trying to maintain eye contact as he delved two of his fingers inside you. "My panties were soaked as soon as your name appeared on my phone."
His dimples broke out on either side of his face at your remark, his pride beaming as you stroked his ego as well as his cock that was straining against his pants with your hand.
Anders tugged at the straps of your dress to expose your chest while he continued to fuck you with his talented fingers, his mouth planting wet kisses along every part of your skin that was revealed. He bent slightly as he moved down to your stomach, making you flinch as his short beard grazed the ticklish flesh. He removed his fingers from you in order to rid you completely of your garment, leaving you standing in only your bra and panties that were now stretched out and hanging messily on your body. Anders tugged at them roughly, letting them pool at your feet, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks and kiss you fiercely. "I love how you smell when you're like this, gorgeous," he admitted in a husky voice, the scent of your arousal faint but unmistakable, and more flooded through to your core in knowing his appreciation of it. Salacious as ever now, you crashed your mouth against this again, your hands gripping and pulling to get through his clothes to his skin, not wanting to waste any more time in getting him just as naked as you were.
You made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt, taking a breathless pause from kissing to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers, the thin material of his boxers warm and slightly damp from where his cock already leaked at the tip. It bounced against you when you freed him, and you immediately gripped his shaft and moved your hand up and down in teasing strokes, forcing Anders closer to you to press you up against the wall. Your bodies were a mess of limbs and sloppy kisses, your foreplay quickly becoming at risk of no longer being so until finally Anders began guiding you further into his flat.
Your bra was unhooked and discarded somewhere between the entryway and his bedroom, the path between followed effortlessly without sight as you remained locked together at the lips.
You stood groping his hot skin, the scent of his cologne wafting from him the warmer he became, and you moaned into his mouth when the tip of his cock nudged at the apex of your thighs.
"Fuck me, you get me so damn hard," he grunted through clenched teeth, his ability to resist splitting you in two right then being tested.
Before either of you could abandon all sense and give into the temptation of having him bare inside you, Anders grabbed a condom from his nightstand as you took a seat on the bed, and in the frenzy of getting to the main event, he almost forgot the reason behind your mid-day rendezvous.
He reached for his pants and took the joint out of his pocket, holding it up for you to see while giving you an enticing look.
You nodded at him with surpressed eagerness as he began searching for a lighter, looking forward to the combined effects of the weed and the outstanding sex you knew you were about to experience.
You didn’t smoke often, and lately the only time you did was during a hook-up with Anders, the high you got from it increasing your libido and making your time with him even more earth-shattering. The weed had an opposite effect on him, making him loose and relaxed and wanting to take his time with you, resulting in the two of you complimenting each other’s needs perfectly.
You admired him from your spot on the edge of the bed as he placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, tossing the lighter on the dresser as he inhaled to ignite the end, his other hand moving to pump his shaft a couple of times. Your mouth watered at the sight, and it wasn't from anticipating the taste of the drug in your mouth. The muscles in his body moved with his actions, and you recrossed your legs in order to gain some friction on your soaked and aching core.
Anders took a step over to you and held out the joint for you to take, the look in his eyes telling you he knew exactly how ready you were for him, a mischievous grin playing across his face as he opened the condom and rolled it over his stiff cock.
You took a long drag as Anders leaned over you, causing you to lay back on the bed and prop yourself up on your elbows. When you exhaled he crawled over you, his knee parting your legs, covering your mouth with his to capture the smoke as it left your lungs.
You whimpered into him as he deepened the kiss, the tip of the condom brushing against your clit as he pressed himself against you more, making you shudder with desperation for him to give you what you craved.
Your hardened nipples grazed against his soft chest hair, and already things felt heightened to you. You felt needy, yet ready to give him anything he requested, spreading your legs further apart to invite him in. Anders broke your kiss as he lined himself up to your entrance, ready to push through your soaked folds, pausing to look at you hungrily. He plucked the joint out of your hand before taking another drag from it, his eyes closing momentarily as he drew in the drug.
You fell back completely into the mattress, wrapping one leg up on his waist to pull him into you, his lips grazing yours that were parted and waiting for him to exhale the hot plume into your mouth. His stubble scratched your chin and lips, his tongue crashing against yours in a purposeful way as you exchanged the smoke back and forth until the last whisps disappeared into the room.
You moaned as he plunged into you and you began rolling your hips against each other, finding a steady pace that made your head spin.
Anders reached over to place the joint on the nightstand, no longer needing it to reach the level of ecstasy he sought; being with you was all he really needed.
Your body moved back and forth against the sheets in time with his thrusts, your mind already lost in a haze as his lips slowly kissed and sucked along your neck and chest, and you said a silent prayer that this high would last forever. One of his hands meticulously slid up and down your thigh and bum, gripping at your cheek to spread you apart, the action making you drive yourself against him harder to force him even deeper. He hooked your leg up higher on his waist, following your lead to move at a rougher tempo, and soon the inebriation you really desired was building up within you. The coarse hairs on his lower belly rubbed against your tingling bundle of nerves with every grind of his body on yours, preventing you from holding back your cries of passion any longer.
Your sounds encouraged him more, your mewling and begging music to Bragi's ears, and he smiled against your neck at getting you to this state, rewarding you with deep, controlled thrusts.
"Harder," you called out, clawing at his back. "Please, Anders!"
He dared to laugh, shaking his head slightly before he slowed even more. "Oh, no, I'm not done with you yet. I like taking my time with you." His amusement was clear in his cerulean eyes, but his smile faded the longer he looked at you. "I have too much fun with you when you're like this... begging and desperate for me to fuck you rough and fast." He stooped his face close to yours and stole a kiss, hovering against your lips without fully pulling away, his words feeling like they were echoing in your ears when he continued. "But I suppose if that's really what you want, I can do that for you, since you're always so good for me."
You felt like the effects of the weed hit you all at once, your mind foggy and unable to focus on anything other than him above you and the sensation of him buried in you; his words and the fullness of his cock making you somehow feel weighed down and afloat at the same time.
You fought the haze that surrounded you, lifting your head up off the mattress to connect your lips with his again, needing his kiss to ground you.
Anders broke away from you with a deep growl, his resolve fading the longer you paused in moving in time with each other. "Is that what you want?" he asked, giving your body that lay waiting beneath him a once-over that brought out a dark lust in his eyes.
You nodded slowly, confirming your need for him to ruin you, but the movement of your head didn't satisfy him as an answer.
"Tell me." His voice was stern, sending a rush of excitement through you, and you swallowed thickly before finding your voice.
"I want you to fuck me hard." You blinked and looked down at his lips as he licked them, his gaze suddenly making you feel coy.
"And?" Anders tipped his head in order to get you to look him in the eyes again, his eyebrows raising as he waited for you to continue.
"And I don't want you to stop even after I come." As soon as you made your deepest desire known, you were happy you admitted it, seeing his face light up with a splitting grin that brought his dimples out to adorn his godly features.
"That's my girl," he smiled, and crashed his mouth against yours as he resumed thrusting in and out of you.
His grunts and your mewling mixed with the sound of the headboard hitting the stone wall as he hammered you again and again, his assault on your body everything you had hoped for. The pressure in your core built up powerfully to a point where you couldn't hold back any longer, and fiery sparks bit at your nerves as Anders gave you everything he had.
Losing all control of yourself, your nails raked at his skin and you screamed a piercing cry, your body spasming through your climax. Anders kept his word and pounded into you with relentless force, causing the aftershocks of your orgasm to linger in anticipation of an encore.
"You want more?" he asked through panting breaths, his open mouth dragging over your collarbone and up your neck as he continued to rack your body.
"Yes, Anders!" you begged. "I'm so close again." The friction of the condom on your still-tingling cervix had you seeing stars, and the euphoria you felt from the way the weed affected you no longer came close to what Anders' treatment of you did.
You could tell he was close too, the way he grabbed at your flesh with blind desperation and how his sounds became less careful of displaying how he truly felt. His tempo became erratic, but still strong in his effort to not let off, and with a renewed burst of energy, Anders gripped your hip with one hand and pulled you even closer to him as he fucked you through to his end. Without warning your second orgasm tore through you, your insides contracting to strangle his cock that pulsed against your tight walls, his rough actions gracing you consecutively with bliss faster than you had ever experienced before.
Pulling out of you, he collapsed beside you on his back, his breathlessness quickly turning into an elated chuckle that told you it had felt just as intense for him. You rolled onto your side to face him, lazily combing your fingers through his chest hair that was wet from his exertion, the sweat that decorated his skin gleaming in the late afternoon light. You watched as Anders pulled the condom off his still-hard cock, his face screwing into a wince as it slid over his sensitive head that oozed with more cum. After discarding it into some tissues and placing it carefully on the floor, he turned to face you, his cheeks red and eyes bright. The smell of latex and lubricant mixed with his worn-off cologne and sweat filled your nose as you drew a deep inhale, your eyes closing as you basked in the after-glow of your illicit afternoon. You smiled to yourself, thinking how this was not at all how you thought your day was going to turn out when you had woken up this morning, but also that you’d happily give work the flick anytime if it was for anything close to this.
“Why are you smiling?” His buttery voice called out close to your ear, your eyes fluttering open again in order to not miss seeing his gorgeous face.
“Can’t I smile?” you teased, unable to prevent it from stretching further on your cheeks.
“Of course you can, so long as it’s me you’re smiling about.”
“You know you’re the reason.”
“Good.” Anders checked his watch that was still on his wrist, his expression turning more serious. “Do you have to get back to work?”
“Hmm, no, not now,” you giggled, your whole body including your mind feeling loose and sated.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Mhm, yeah that sounds perfect. I’m starving.”
“Have you got the munchies?” Anders laughed, the bed moving slightly with his chuckle and he took your hand in his to listlessly play with your fingers.
You laughed and joined him in toying with your entwined hands, tracing the lines on his knuckles. “No, you made me hungry.”
A satisfied hum vibrated through his chest as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand. “Leave it with me.”
Anders got out of bed and strutted naked through to the kitchen, providing you with a view you could never tire of. You loved his self-assurance and the pride he took in knowing how good he made you feel every time you hooked up, and although you knew he was confident in quickly ruining you for any other man, you’d be sure to always let him know how incredible he was.
Sinking your worn body into the bedding more, you smiled again to yourself, the enjoyment you felt in your time spent with Anders an understatement.
Soon, his heavy footsteps returned to his bedroom, his cheerful voice following.
“Right, Thai food is ordered and on its way. I hope you don’t mind I chose for you.”
The mattress dipped as he flopped back on to the bed and you moved to lay your body partially over his, pressing a grateful kiss to the curve of his lips.
“I always trust your judgment when it comes to looking after me, Anders.”
His body rumbled softly with a hum that turned into a chuckle, purely happy at your accolade, and he reached his hand up to caress your cheek.
“Well, then, allow me to continue to do just that until it arrives.”
His tongue demanded access to your mouth again, and excitement bloomed in your stomach as you wondered what Anders could be capable of in such a short amount of time.
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Another Secret Sanders piece, this time for @jarakrisafis ! It's our favorite healer enjoying some quality time with Warden Commander Brosca. ;)
Anders has two hair styles because I'm indecisive. XD
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Double Stuffed
Oreo’s aren’t the only thing that are double stuffed around these parts 😌 enjoy
***I do not give anyone permission or my consent to repost, translate or copy my work!
Warnings 18+: 3️⃣ sum, Cursing , Voyuerism , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Nipple Stimulation , Squirting , Facial , Penetration (Vaginal 🤟🏾) PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!
Pairings: Gus March-Phillips(Henry Cavill) x Black!Plus Size Female(Regina) x Anders Lassen(Alan Ritchson)
Special Guest: Betty 💕 @augustsprincess
Description: Regina has the time of her life!
Word Count: 3.8K
‘Oh girl c’mon it’ll be fun!’ Betty exclaimed as she tugged Regina’s hands, pulling her in the direction of the pub that was booming with country music, soldiers in uniform lingering about.
‘Betty!’ She snatched her hand away, watching Betty stumble before once again gaining her footing. ‘Girl, my daddy is in the service! What if someone saw me in there!’ She whined out.
Her small friend pursed her lips together hard, dusting off her polka dotted dress in frustration and running her slender fingers through her freshly done candy curls.
‘Your daddy-‘ she said the words with bitterness. ‘Ain’t here.’ She let out a loud sigh and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Look. I know you’ve been under the weather since the death of your fiancé and—‘
‘Oooh—‘ Regina rolled her eyes, interrupting Betty. She let out a humorless scoff, ‘is this what this shit is about?! Getting me out of the house?!’
Betty gave her a look in bewilderment, glancing to the side with her hands remaining on her hips, ‘Uh yeah? Listen, let’s just treat it as a girl’s night?’ She walked up to her friend and draped her arm across her shoulders. ‘Look at these tall, delicious specimens huh?’ She waved her free hand slowly in the air. ‘Sure you could take one home!’
She was challenging her.
Regina glanced over at her friend and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, ‘Oh Betty, I don’t know. This is a bar full of… crazy, nut jobs … pent up from rage, exhaustion, … lust.’
‘Mmmhmm?’ Betty egged on with an encouraging nod.
‘M-maybe we should—‘
‘That’s my girl!’ Betty exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air before clasping them together happily. ‘See I knew you couldn’t stand a chance! Come on!’ Betty snatched up her friend’s hand and led the way towards the stairs. ‘I promise if you feel unsafe or it just gets too wild in here— we’ll leave!’
‘Mmph, say you swear.’ Regina retorted, stopping the both of them in their tracks. Her pretty brown eyes glistened beneath the pretty bulbs that hung above them.
‘Cross my heart,’ Betty turned halfway and drew an ‘X’ over her chest, ‘Hope to die. Now. Can we go inside?’ She jerked her head towards the door.
Her stoic glare instantly shifted into something lighter, her grin spread across her face, ‘OK fine let’s go.’
The two women walked inside of the bar, hand in hand. The place was only lit by some old lamps that were screwed into the walls, and one old rusted chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Honestly, if it weren’t for that old thing, you’d have to squint to look at folks.
‘Wow! Look at this place!’ Betty beamed as she placed her hand over cleavage. ‘It’s amazing.’
Regina’s brows tugged into one, ‘Are we looking at the same place?’
‘Oh Regina, don't be so judgemental! Look at all this … man meat.’ Betty giggled and glanced over at the bar. ‘Let’s go get a drink in ya? Help you… mellow out a lil bit.’
Without an ounce of warning, Betty led the way towards the bar.
It wasn’t until their stroll when whistles began to fill the air. Mumbling and cat calling could be heard throughout the loud hymns of the music.
Both of the women were beautiful in their own right. Betty was blonde, with perfect porcelain skin. She had a slender figure but the waist of her dress seemed to emphasize the curves in her hips and the one on her rump.
Regina had skin that was brown as terracotta. Glowing like bronze when in the path of the sun. Her hair was dark as the shadows of night, patterned with tight curls and coils that cascaded down her back. She wore a black velvet bodycon dress that also enhanced her curves, dimples and hip dips.
When they made it to the bar, the barkeeper seemed to be startled for a second.
‘Ladies—‘ he stammered and quickly placed the rag and glass down upon the bar top. ‘Aren’t you two beauties a sight for sore eyes,’ he spoke in a heavy accent. And by the knot in his bottom lip, his tobacco was the reason for his twang. ‘What can I do you for?’
Betty gave him a charming grin, batting her thick dark lashes. She was bashful and convivial by nature. ‘Hi there. Can you pour me and my friend somethinggg… pungent? Thank you.’
Regina snapped her head over at her friend, glaring at her with eyes of astonishment. ‘Betty!’ She hissed, quickly snatching her wrist up in her palm.
‘Whaaat?’
‘Pungent? Really? I would like to know how we get home, please.’ She muttered.
‘Oh please stop being dramatic! What’s the point of coming out tonight if we can’t make the best of it? Relax.’
Finally tearing her eyes away, Regina looked to her right to scope out the room. Men of all colors and sizes were either looking in their direction, laughing and gambling or drinking til their hearts were content.
This really didn’t feel like a safe place at all.
When the barkeeper brought their drinks back, Betty pulled up her small clutch, ‘How much do I owe you sir?’
‘Nothing at all ma’am.’ He said, raising his hand. ‘The gentleman over there is willing to pay for your tab.’
Both of the women looked back at the mysterious male, whose bright blue eyes spoke before his lips did. He sported a thick mustache over his lips with his dark hair combed back to perfection. He stood to his feet, adjusting his brown slacks around his hips. His coat was decorated in pretty devices and ribbons. Some big hot shot.
He looked like he wanted to snap her in half. She was small enough to make that accomplishment.
‘Oooh. Regina?’
‘Yeah?’ Regina said as she stared at the handsome hunk of man that approached them.
‘I think you might have to busy yourself for the rest of the night.’ Betty quickly scooted off the wooden bar stool and knocked back her freshly poured whiskey. And in no time, the gentleman was towering over little Betty like a skyscraper.
Regina gasped, ‘Betty—‘
‘Miss?’ The barkeeper interrupted.
She snapped her head over at him at his call.
‘It appears you have secret admirers of your own.’
Her thick brows pulled into one as she sat up straight. ‘M-me?’ Plural? ‘Admirers? Who?’
The barkeeper glanced over to the corner of the room.
Her anxious eyes followed his gaze to the far right corner of the room. There sat two freakishly large men beneath a flickering yellow light.
One donned a large beard with a curled and dramatic mustache. His hair was curly and pushed back except one strand that dangled against his forehead.
The other had a clean shaven face with dirty blonde combed back hair. A set of round lenses sat on the bridge of his nose.
If their gaze had been daggers, she’d be dead.
‘Both. Of them?’ Regina hushed out.
‘You see em both lookin’ don’t cha?’
She swallowed her spit so hard she thought there was a lump there. She looked over at Betty who was getting more than acquainted with her new beau. Giggling and smiling like brand new love birds. Their whispers and flirts couldn’t be heard over the music.
‘Betty? There’s two! What do I do!?’ She was quite the neophyte when it came to things like this. Often men, one at a time, had courted her but two?! What would she do with two of them?!
Well, she would soon find out that she could do a lot more with two than she could do with just one.
Her friend looked over at her and gave her a wink.
Before she could coax an answer out of Betty, she felt the heavy warmth of their presence standing behind her.
Betty let out an excited giggle as her attractive stranger nibbled on her exposed neck.
Regina’s back stiffened with her legs crossed, unknowingly arching and causing her rump to stick out beneath her.
‘Excuse our intrusion Miss… but it would be great pleasure if you accepted our invitation to join us in our room this evening.’
The English accent was thick yet, blended with pure charm. His voice settled and nestled in the crevices in her brain.
She swallowed hard once again and lifted her shaky hand to scoop up the whiskey glass. Pressing it to her lips, she thought for a second.
If she took a sip of this drink, there was no going back! Ain’t no telling what these two strangers planned on doing to her once they were behind closed doors.
But perhaps, maybe this is what she needed. Her late fiancé had been gone for 1 year now and she couldn’t hang on to that forever. During her stage of grieving, she’d worked tirelessly to keep herself busy.
She deserved it!
Even if it meant getting torn to shreds by these two … delicious specimens.
Regina smirked at the barkeeper and knocked back the whiskey that burned her stomach profusely. She blinked hard before swallowing down the pain and courageously spun in her stool.
When her eyes had finally met theirs, she felt a pang in her chest. By the Heavens! Bless their mothers for carrying such prodigious of boys.
‘Oh!’ She placed her hand bosom. ‘My— you are big men.’
A smile curled up on their lips before they looked at one another knowingly.
‘Do you accept our offer, Miss?’ The blonde one spoke up. His accent was much different from the original one she’d heard.
She looked over at Betty who was now sporting her beau’s service cap and locking lips with him.
Well, Betty was having the time of her life. What kind of person would she be if she took their free drink and left?
What would your daddy say?
Fuck your daddy.
You deserve this, Regina. Go have fun.
Uncrossing her legs, she carefully slid off of the chair and adjusted her dress at the thighs. ‘I accept.’
They grinned in sync, showing off their darling smiles. It caused a knot to tie in her gut. By God they had to be angels sent from up above.
They turned as they both lended her their arms for her to grasp. Heat bloomed in her cheeks and her neck as she reached out to grab their biceps.
‘Oh my—‘ she giggled as she squeezed them both. ‘Such strong men I got! I’m a lucky girl.’ Regina purred as she looked up at the bearded one. ‘Shall we?’
‘We shall.’
***
They stared down at her with a desire only men in this time could only have.
Regina gripped the silk sheets in her sweaty fists as their studious glares began to roam her curvaceous body. Starting from her pink painted toes, her thick thighs, her hips and tummy, her breasts and finally… her pretty round, chunky face.
The woman felt like she was under a damn microscopic lense with how they were staring at her. Her thigh bounced vigorously. She couldn’t tell if they wanted to eat her or dissect her. Regardless, it scared the shit out of her.
‘Lassen?’ The fellow with the beard said softly.
‘Yes sir?’
Sir? Did these two work with one another?
‘You may start.’
‘Wait— wait…’ Regina called out first as the bearded one walked towards the floral embroidered chair and shrugged off his coat. ‘Could I know your names? I mean— I would like to know who I’m letting into my lady bits.’ She said humorously.
The one known as Lassen looked back at his comrade. And they gave one another a firm nod in approval.
‘My name is Anders Lassen and this is Gus March-Phillips. What is your name lovely?’
Anders and Gus. Should be able to remember that.
‘My name is Regina Carson…’
‘Mmm. Very pretty name, for a very pretty woman.’ Gus said as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.
An enamored grin curled up on her lips as her tongue gently grazed her pretty smile.
Her eyes then darted up to meet Anders as he pushed off his suspenders and pulled his tucked shirt from inside of his trousers. He then pulled the fitted shirt over his head and dropped it to the side of the bed.
Good lord, he had the body of a God. Muscles ripped and tight. Her mouth went to salivating almost immediately.
Grabbing her hand, he lifted her up to her feet and brought her body flush against his. He lifted her chin, bringing her lips up to meet his in a kiss.
Regina’s eyes fluttered closed as she purred at the welcoming warmth of his lips. At first, it was just him testing the waters but she quickly fell into place; opening her mouth allowing him to invade as he pleased.
Anders snaked his hands behind her, finding the fine zipper and dragging it down.
Suddenly, she felt the warmth of another set of lips on the nape of her neck. Regina tore her lips away from Anders as he began to help her out the sleeves of her dress. Her head lulled back against Gus’ shoulder before he brought her mouth into a kiss next. And just like Anders, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him.
His beard and mustache tickled her lips and cheeks.
Before she knew it, the three of them were fully nude.
The both of them stroked at their members; aching to feel how warm she was from the inside out. But first…
Gus carefully forced Regina to her knees before them. Her eyes grew in slight shock at the size of their members. Both uncut, veiny and hard enough to slice through bricks.
‘You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart.’ Gus said as his fingertips caressed her cheek softly before pushing her thick hair behind her ear.
‘No. I wanna.’ She shuddered out before sitting up on her knees, wrapping her hand around Anders cock and her lips around Gus.
Both of the men let out a pleasant groan in unison as she massaged one and sucked the other.
Careful not to show one too much attention though, she alternated and began to suck Anders off while stroking Gus. Anders’ knees buckled as she began to throat him just the same as she did with Gus.
‘Ugh, fuck.’
‘Just like that.’
The boys groaned at her teasing. She did everything she could to please them. Tightening up her lips, gagging against their cocks when they touched the back of her throat, squeezing and massaging their balls delicately. At her rate, they both would be making a mess of her in no time!
‘Stop.’ Gus grunted as he carefully pulled his hips away from her warm mouth. He shuddered before letting out a sigh. ‘Anymore of that and I’ll explode. Up.’
At his command, she placed her hand in his as she stood to her feet. ‘Anders… you first. I’d like to watch.’
‘As you wish.’ Anders said with a devious smirk.
Watch?! While she’s never done something this spontaneous and … sinful, she had no idea people were into watching other people fuck. But if it were to please her boys… she’d do whatever they asked.
She watched him walk over to the same chair and plop down; his hard dick swaying and slapping against his thigh.
‘Bend over, darling. Feel free to tap me if it’s too much. I will stop.’
Regina giggled as she bent over the bed. ‘Too much? Please.’
Spreading her thick thighs apart, Anders took a hold of his member and pressed it at her sticky entrance.
With a quick thrust, he stretched her against her will.
The poor woman let out a wail that was mixed with pleasure and undeniable pain.
Perhaps she spoke too soon.
Tears brimmed her eyes as she held her breath for a second, gripping the cool satin sheets.
Anders let out a blissful moan, holding himself deep inside of her as his large hands caressed up and down her curves and folds.
Gus had one leg draped over one arm over the couch as he stroked at his member, watching with excitement in his eyes and an intrigued smirk on his lips.
‘Fuck!’ Regina cried out before she felt him slam himself into her once more, his fingertips digging into her waist. ‘Dear God! Ah!’
A few thrusts and Regina was able to take this intruder comfortably now. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she thought she was seeing stars already.
Anders began to pound into her hard and fast before reaching down to grip her hair in his fist. ‘Yeah. Call out to him baby. He can’t save you now.’
She looked up at him through her thick lashes. ‘Ooooh— my god! Yes! Anders please!’ She pleaded as his body collided into hers relentlessly.
‘Oooh. Fuck, you feel so good baby. Take me. Take me baby.’ Anders hissed through his teeth.
‘Aaaaah yes!’
‘Fuuuck, nicely done Anders. Show her what you’re made of.’ Gus grumbled as he reached his free hand beneath himself and squeezed his tender balls.
Hissing through her gritted teeth, she looked over to watch Gus get himself off. His chest and biceps tense as he stroked his girthy, thick cock. Such a beautiful sight.
Anders pulled Regina’s hair, making her stand up straight against him. He wrapped his large veiny hand around her throat, forcing her into a disgusting kiss. His thrusts became a little slower and forgiven as one hand cupped her breast and his other arm wrapped around her waist, gripping her belly for stability.
When he broke the kiss, he began to ram his hips into her once again as her breathing hitched and strained. ‘Hoooo— yes, yes, yes!’
Finally, Gus stood from his seat and approached them. He landed a slap on Ander’s ass and jerked his head to the side. ‘Don’t be stingy, Lassen. She’s ours.’
Ours.
Anders groaned in dismay but obeyed. Landing one more kiss on Regina’s mouth, he retracted his hips and took place on the bed; propped up on his knees.
Gus looked down at the woman with gentle eyes, ‘tap out of it becomes too much sweetie.’ He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before sucking her bottom lip between his teeth gently.
Drunken with lust and pleasure, Regina dizzily plopped down on her back and spread her thighs for him.
‘Aren’t you a pretty sight? Might have to give you a son… or marry you? What do you think, Lassen?’
Anders laughed darkly as he scooted down so his still erected cock was pressed against her cheek. ‘Pretty indeed. Now open up doll… I wanna see you put those pretty lips to work while you’re getting fucked.’
His words caused her to writhe in excitement. Her core was aching to be filled once more. She lifted her head and parted her lips as she guided his cock back into the home of her mouth.
Gus sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he pushed her thighs back and pushed his tip inside of her and began to slowly roll his hips into her.
Closing her eyes, Regina hummed against Anders cock causing a vibration to rumble at the back of her throat. ‘Ohh—‘ his head fell back as his hand held onto the back of her head. ‘Fuck! You’re so tight.’ He swallowed as he reached down toying and pinching at her hardened nipples.
Gus began to pick up the pace, his finger tips digging in her plushy flesh tightly. Forcing her thighs back as he delved his hips into her once more. He then reached down and began to rub at her erected nub softly.
‘Fuck! You look so pretty with Anders dick in your mouth.’
Anders groaned as he thrusted his hips forward into Regina’s mouth; anglelessly hitting all the spots in her warm, wet mouth.
‘Mmmm—‘ Regina cooed as she pulled her lips away to curse, using her hand to jerk off Anders. ‘Fuck, Gus! Please!’ She begged, her thighs twitched at the creeping sensation.
Gus thrusted fast as he rubbed her clit in circles a little faster.
‘Gus! Oh, my god!’ Her thighs began to tremble as she felt her womb tighten up. Her body stiffened and her chest tightened. Gus stilled his hips and focused on her. ‘I’m gonna—‘ Her back arched and her toes curled as the heat in her body popped off like fireworks on new years.
She released a scream that could be heard throughout the hotel. And with that scream, came a sudden burst from her loins. She exploded like a damaged fire hydrant.
Gus looked up at Anders in surprise and Anders returned the glare.
‘Whoa—‘ both of the men laughed in darkly.
‘Have you ever done that?’ Anders asked with a grin spread across his lips.
‘Quite a few times.. you?’
‘Once.’
‘Well, we shall see if we can get a few more out of her, yes?’
‘I’m with you sir.’
While both of the men experienced this kind of mess, she never experienced a pleasure so great. Her head throbbed as she tried to process what the fuck just happened. Her cheeks remained hot to the touch, her trembling lips sore from all of their sweet, heavy kisses.
‘Brace yourself sweetheart. We aren’t done with you yet.’
Anders and Gus laughed beguilingly as their large hands caressed over her sticky, brown flesh.
A glint of thrill shown in her sex-crazed eyes. She was hyped. ‘O-OK!’
With the stamina of these two men, Regina was sure she lost enough weight to fit into her graduation gown from high school.
She was fucked into exhaustion and dehydration, so she was relieved when they both announced their arrivals.
‘On the floor baby. Yeah— fuck look at you.’ Ander groaned as the both of them helped her to her knees.
‘Open wide baby.’ Gus added as they both began to stroke their members until they reached their climax.
Regina’s eyes gleamed, her hands massaging their muscular thighs that tensed and squeezed beneath her touch. She opened her mouth, tongue out to capture those sacred drops.
‘UGH! Ba—‘
‘Fuuuuuck… yes!’
The two men groaned aloud as they emptied themselves upon her pretty face and mouth. Wrapping her hands around the both of them, she squeezed and coaxed the rest of their nut out of them.
Gus’ knees buckled as his eyes rolled back halfway. Then, she gave them both a kiss on the tip of their now flaccid dicks.
Anders let out an exhausted sigh. ‘Oh. What do we do with you now.’
‘Well…’ Gus added, ‘I have quite a few ideas.’ He trailed off.
Wiping her face and flicking off the sticky semen, she looked up at them in horror.
Now what?
2 years later…
Regina clamped her eyes shut tight as she rested her lower hand on her lower back. ‘Ooh… my days.’ She rubbed at the roundness of her belly with her free hand, as the other carried out a metal tray of fresh lemonade and a couple glasses of ice.
She walked out to the backyard to see Anders flipping burgers at the grill with his “Kiss the Cook” apron on while Gus tossed a football to Betty’s husband, August. Betty was bouncing her sweet baby boy in her arms, showering him with kisses and love.
This was the life.
A smile curled on her lips when Anders sweet, gentle eyes landed on her. ‘Let me grab this for you.’ He rushed over and carefully took hold of the tray and placed it on the picnic table. ‘How’s my girls huh?’
‘The same as yesterday, Lassen.’ She sighed heavily and rubbed her pregnant belly, ‘Tired. Aching.’
‘Aw. I know sweetheart. Just a few more weeks.’ He said before placing a kiss on her head. ‘Sit.’
Gus sat the football down in the lush green grass and jogged towards the deck. ‘There’s my girl. Hey, mama.’ He mused as he placed a kiss on her lips. ‘How are you feeling?’
Regina pressed her lips together and glanced over at her other husband.
Anders stared at Gus for a little bit and chuckled, ‘To save you from her wringing your neck … she’s feeling the same as she did yesterday.’
Gus sighed softly, ‘Oh my sweet. Forgive me for asking. Is there anything you need?’
She shook her head as her head fell back against the lawn chair. ‘No my darlings… I’m fine.’
Regina closed her eyes for a long second before feeling a sudden wetness in her bottom.
Her eyes flashed open.
‘Boys.. I don’t think I’m peeing myself again…’
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*•.¸♡ thread of pleasure ♡¸.•*
pairing: jason todd x fem!reader
summary: reader is tired and jason decides to please her.
prompt: "You can either have sexy time or a home-cooked meal tonight, but not both because I am tired."
warnings: 🦢 smut w/ minimum plot!!! domestic!jason (he's husband material yk), pet names (heart eyes), pussydrunk!jason (he gives reader good head), handsfree cumming/cumming in his pants... Yeah, basically reader is given the princess treatment <3
note: I didn't know how to close this one up so the ending is abrupt and weird, sorry babes :/// anyways here's some Jason brain rot 😵💫😵💫
Y/n released a deep sigh when she finally shut her apartment door closed, the build-up of her entire day came crumbling down on her shoulders. Her eyes were tightly shut and her hands gripped the plastic grocery bags.
With another heavy sigh, she blinked her eyes open and pushed herself off the door to set the bags on the counter.
Her week wasn't out of the ordinary, but for some reason, it felt far more draining the all the other weeks she's worked combined. And with Jason going on patrol more often, she felt extremely alone whenever she went to sleep without him and woke up to him already gone.
She stared, deadpanned, at the six bags before her before pressing her lips together and coming to a decision. She knew that if she started making dinner now, she will be able to have a meal prepared by the time Jason makes it home- they'll have dinner and then she'll immediately crash and not see him again until tomorrow night.
However, if she decided to not make dinner, she and Jason might be able to spend at least two hours before she decides to go to sleep.
But then he won't have dinner, she thought, a pout forming on her lips.
To find a solution, she dug up her phone from her back pocket and sent out a single text to the familiar number of her lover.
You can either have sexy time or a home-cooked meal tonight, but not both because I AM TIRED
Jason was with Dick and Tim when he received the message through the AI on his Red Hood helmet. As soon as he spotted the notification, his face lit up with a grin, and then he read the text and couldn't help but bite his lips in a poor attempt to contain the grin.
He was thankful that tonight's patrol was mostly calm. Nothing more than a few petty crimes that either Dick or Tim can easily handle.
Helplessly, he turned to his brothers. "Hey, guys?"
Tim turned to him first, humming in question. Dick glanced up after, raising one questioning brow.
"Would you guys mind if I ditched?"
The other batboys shared a stare, "Right now?"
Jason only nodded, thankful for the helmet over his face to cover his smile.
Dick shrugged, "Sure, why not?"
Before he could even finish his sentence, Jason had jumped off the roof they were idling from and disappeared into the night.
When she didn't get a reply, y/n shrugged and emptied the bags of food. She checked her phone again, still on delivered, and made her way into her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Unaware of the boy unlocking the door to her apartment.
Jason walked in with two boxes of pizza balanced on one arm while the other made sure to lock the door of the apartment.
The click of the door reached her ears, and she turned her head to the door as she fixed the massive shirt covering her form. She padded out of the room and smiled at the sight of Jason placing the boxes of pizza on the kitchen counter. He's still in his Red Hood custom.
She's biting her bottom lip to hold back a grin.
"You couldn't reply to my text to let me know you've seen it?"
Jason turned at her voice and smiled, the Red Hood helmet sat at the counter. His grin revealed the pointy teeth underneath, and he visibly softened at the sight of her. He shrugged.
"Figured I could just show up."
Y/N bites her lip as she slowly approached him, purposely slouching as she hums, burying her face in his chest when he opens his arms for her. She sighs into the embrace, her arms wrapping around his middle. He rubs her back, gently pushing his fingers on the stress points on her shoulder blades and spine, and the girl simply groans as she pulls back slightly, her lips forming a cute pout.
"Missed you so much." She mumbles, her lids heavy as she blinked up at him.
Jason took note of her tiredness and smiled softly, brushing back some of her hair. "Miss you more, angel. C'mere." His index hooks itself under her chin and tilts her head upward to meet his lips, her eyes flutter closed at the contact and she hums against his lips.
Jason has complete control over the pace of the kiss, and he's gentle as he cups her face and pulls her closer; deepening the kiss. He swipes his tongue across her bottom lip and she happily parts her lips for him, allowing him to kiss her deeper.
She lets out a sigh as her hands climb up his armored chest and try to hold onto the neckline of his suit. She tugs on it once, silently begging it to pull it off. Jason smiles and pulls back to see her, his hands already working on dismantling his suit.
"Someone's desperate."
Y/N grins. "You brought pizza."
Jason chuckles at her, his chest armor falling to the floor, revealing his black undershirt. "You wanna eat it before or after I eat you?"
Her face flushes and her jaw drops, a single laugh escapes her lips and she shakes her head. "After." She breathes before launching herself at him again. Her arms hold him close by his neck, and her lips press against his tightly.
Jason smiles against her lips as he pulls the shirt off his body, his hands grabbing and pulling at her body, keeping her impossibly close. He trails his hands down the sides of her body, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. He hooks his hands under her ass, his fingers kneading and groping at her thighs before mumbling, "Jump." breathlessly against her lips.
She lets out a whine before following his demand, her legs immediately wrapping themselves around his bare waist.
Blindly, Jason sits her on the counter. The grocery bags and the boxes of pizza are somewhere beside her, and he carefully pulled her to the edge of the counter. He pulled back from their heated and messy kiss, saliva connecting their bruised lips together. He stared down at her, observing the way her parted lips look as she panted for air and blinked at him from underneath her lashes.
"Fuck." He rasped, an image from a while ago of her on her knees looking up at him the exact same way flashed into his mind, and he groaned as he leaned down to press harsh and soft kisses down her neck.
"You're so pretty..." He trailed off, his teeth nibbling and grazing her clear skin, marking his way down her body. Y/N gasped, arching into him as he softly bit into a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. One of her hands leaned behind her, holding her up for him, while the other grabbed his bicep.
"Jay-" Her words were cut off with another gasp as his hands that were previously on her knees pushed them apart, settling him between her legs.
"Yes, pretty girl?" He mumbled, his words muffled against her skin. He's grinning as she whines, her back arching to push herself closer to him.
His crotch area was bulging, a tent forming where he desired her most, but he'd be damned if he used her for his pleasure while she was so tired. No, he was going to pleasure her thoroughly.
"Need you to talk to me, baby. I can't read your mind." He whispered against her skin, his hands pulling up her -his- shirt and letting it pool around her hips. He let his fingertips trace up her thighs, occasionally pinching the fat, but never actually touching her how she wants him to.
She whines, her head falling on his shoulder. "Touch me." She mumbled, a blush flushing her face and the tips of her ears.
One of his hands pulled her face off his shoulder, gently forcing her to meet his teal eyes. His pupils were blown wide, she can't even see the color of his eyes. He's smirking smugly.
"Good girl." He cooed. His eyes glistened, "Where?"
Y/N was breathing heavily, her hand grabs his that was on her thigh and pulls him to her core. He cups her through the cloth, her dripping arousal seeped through the fabric and left a dark patch. Jason chuckles, the sound rippling through his chest. "Hmm, alright. That wasn't very hard, was it, angel? Now keep your eyes on me, I wanna watch you."
His other hand hooked around the elastic of her underwear and pulled it off of her in one swift motion. She gasped and watched with half-lidded eyes as he dropped to his knees. He looked up at her, grinning devilishly.
His stare sent fire through her entire body, and a shiver ran down her spine in anticipation of his next move.
His eyes moved down from her face to her dripping core. He ran his thumb up her slit, collecting her wetness. His tongue wetted his lips, and Y/N let out a desperate noise at the sight.
He looked heavenly on his knees for her, his hair disheveled and messy, and he was still in his combat pants with an obviously painful bulge. She felt the wind being knocked out of her chest, and she leaned down and grabbed his face, pulling him close and clashing her lips against him.
"I love you." She mutters before pulling back, returning to her previous position.
Jason's lips parted in shock at her rapid movements, he blinked at her, his mind blank. Then he beamed, his head leaning on her leg, hearts pouring out of his eyes. His lips pressed soft kisses up her leg, leading up to her thigh and under the fabric of her shirt.
"I love you," He breathed against the skin of her inner thigh, causing a ticklish sensation to fly through her. She giggled breathlessly, then gasped as she felt his lips wrap around her clit and suck harshly.
She jerked, her hand immediately latching onto his locks as she moaned loudly. Her eyes fixated on him, just as he asked. He's looking up at her through his lashes, lust and something else stared back at her, something far more intimate.
His tongue pressed against the sensitive bud and lapped up at her juices, and she shuddered as she realized it was yearning.
His arms hooked around the thickness of her thigh, pulling her closer to the edge, closer to his mouth as he devoured her. He felt intoxicated with her, a particular sensation fluttering through him. He couldn't get enough of her, and the way her face contoured with pleasure made him moan against her. Every noise she made traveled straight to his cock and made him twitch against the fabric of his briefs.
His moans sent vibrations through her, accompanied by his fingers thrusting steadily into her, curled just right to stimulate a spot within her that made her see stars, Y/N was in heaven. She whimpered and whined, her hips unsteadily and subconsciously bucking into his mouth, chasing a thread of pleasure just barely out of reach; tying itself at the bottom of her stomach.
"Jason- I'm- oh fuck- please~" She whined, writhing above him as she tiptoed across the edge of a climax. Jason mumbled something, his words muffled by her clit, and she whines loudly as the wave of pleasure crashes down on her.
Her eyes were shut tightly, and her legs tightened around his head, closing on his ears. Her hand tugged at his hair, roughly pulling at his roots- he liked it though, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned against her. His fingers never stopped their movement, helping her ride out her orgasm.
He looked up, caught the way her mouth was agape in a silent scream, the way her brows furrowed in immense pleasure, and shudder as his throbbing cock strained against nothing and emptied itself in his boxer. He muffled a groan against her and his tongue lapped up her release happily.
He didn't move from his spot on his knees until Y/N was jerking and shivering, her hand pushing his head away from her clit to stop him from overstimulating her.
"Sensitive-" She breathed, panting as she looked him over. He sat back on his heels, his eyes blinking at her from underneath his lashes, his tongue swiping on his glistening lip, his nose and chin drenched in her juices. His hair is a mess, and his pale skin is tinted with pink where her thighs were wrapped around him.
Jason sends her a lopsided grin and brings the fingers that were inside of her up to his mouth, he keeps his eyes on hers as he sucks them clean, purposely making a pop sound as he pulls them out of his mouth. "Hmm, my favorite dinner." He winks at her and Y/N's face flushes red.
"Shut up," She giggled, jumping off the counter and leaning down to catch his lips in a kiss. He tasted of mint, Jason, and her. She grinned against his lips and pulled back, helping him stand on his feet. Her eyes curiously glance at his previous bulge and noticed the dark patch, her lips parted before she glanced back up at him.
He was red in the face, embarrassed. The tips of his ears, neck, and cheeks were flaming pink as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Did you cum in your pants? Handsfree?"
Jason shrugged. "...Maybe." His answer was quick and short, averting his gaze from her.
Y/N giggles, reaching up to cup his chin in her hand. She forced his eyes back on her, a grin on her lips. "That's really hot and attractive, and incredibly thoughtful for some reason."
Jason smiles at her, his eyes nearly glowing. "What can I say? Making you cum is one of my favorite pastime activities." Y/N giggles at his words and wraps her arms around his shoulders, Jason wraps his around her waist and hoists her up in the air. "Let me clean you up then we can have dinner, yeah?"
Y/N squeals as her boyfriend carries her like she weighed nothing across her apartment and to her bathroom.
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;; Sweet Kiwi
wanna give you something better than this
Summary: Anders doesn't shy away from a hookup, not even while you're on your period.
Kinks & Tropes: menstruation, use of feminine hygiene products (menstrual cup), oral sex, blood, porn without plot, friends with benefits/situationship
Word Count: 2k+
Inspired by this gif set.
Choking you in the back of your throat was something caught between a moan and a sigh. It sat there, suffocating what wouldn’t have been your last breath as the warmth of Ander’s kiss blossomed over your shirt. Your mind dizzied at the feeling of his large hands on either side of your waist, pushing up the thin fabric so you could feel his lips against the delicate flesh just above the button of your jeans. And it was there the sound finally escaped you. It was a pathetic, disappointed sigh as you threw your head back against the pillows of your bed. You had to stop him there.
“Everything okay?” Anders muttered against your flesh, refusing to draw away, even as your hands left his hair to cover your face with both hands.
“Define okay.” You tensed at your own words, your body near trembling at the way his lips dragged over your skin as he spoke.
Physically, you felt more than okay. Your heart was racing in the depths of your chest, and your skin was heated in all the best ways from what you were sure was almost thirty minutes of kissing and grinding. Your hormones were going wild. Demanding to be fucked, to feel the pleasure of release - a release that Anders could so pathetically give you with nothing more than the touch of his fingers against your clit. It was enough to leave you reeling, your body so desperate for more. But you wouldn’t let yourself have it.
You couldn’t.
There were so many things you had told yourself you wouldn’t do - including having Anders come over at all - but your will was weak, but it had to be strong now. It couldn’t go any further than it had already. Not when the only thing you should have inside you was the menstrual cup you had inserted seconds before he was knocking at your front door.
If he was your boyfriend, maybe it would be different. Maybe then the prospect of him touching you the way you wanted to be touched wouldn’t make you cringe. But he was just a guy you fucked. He didn’t sign up for that-
“Did I do something?” Anders pressed when your silence hung heavily in the room.
You could feel his fingers stroking over your hit bone, leaving your head dizzy with lust. Maybe he could- NO, no. There would be no compromise. You had to tell him the truth, walk him to the door and wait for him to text you. But the text wouldn’t come because you were sure he would be completely disgusted by even the prospect of fucking you while you were on your period.
“I should have told you, so you didn’t have to drive all the way down here,” you sighed, and you could feel the heat of your cheeks as they turned pink with embarrassment, “but I’m on my period-”
Anders didn’t move. He just lay there, his body between your legs and chin resting over your stomach that once ached with the cramps of your menstruation, but only now ached for more. More pleasure. More of him. He seemed unphased - or maybe even petrified. But then his pale gaze rose, and you watched as the corners of his lips curled up into a devilish grin.
“And?” was all he asked you, his hot breath washing over the exposed flesh of your stomach.
Your core clenched.
“And…” you swallowed hard, your mouth going dry.
You were sure he would have recoiled away from you the moment you told him. But he wasn’t running… yet. Shutting your eyes tight, your hands reached out and gripped at the flimsy fabric of your sheets. You gripped them so tight you thought you might tug the sheet corners off the mattress as you tried to muster every ounce of restraint that you could. Yet, you were failing - fumbling over every word as it fell from your tongue. “And I’m so fucking horny the room is spinning, but that’s not your problem.”
You bit your lip hard, the pressure a distraction from the chaos in your mind as you waited for the weight of his body to shift on the bed. Your eyes remained shut, and your grip on the sheets remained so tight you finally felt one corner RubberBand away from the mattress, snapping only a few inches before it stilled. But that was the only movement you felt until the slow drag of finger tips tickled over your flesh. Then, the button of your jeans flicked open with nothing more than his thumb and forefinger and it left you gasping, shooting upright as if you were on the very verge of death and you had suddenly found life again.
“What are you doing?” you gasped, eyes wide and your hair falling down into your face from the sudden forward motion of your body.
“What I came here to do.”
You choked on the very air you were meant to breathe.
“Anders,” was all you could manage from your lips as his hand sprawled over your stomach, his warm touch keeping you from scrambling out of bed at the mere thought of him between your legs.
“You’re acting like this doesn’t happen to you every month,” his words were laced with a laugh as he looked up at you, still laying between your legs, his face a little too close to the hem of your panties for you to relax back onto the bed.
“This doesn’t happen to me every month,” you spoke pointedly. You did your best to schedule your dick appointments around your period, not during, but your own desperation had failed you.
“You’re right,” he hummed, still unmoving save for his finger that stroked over the waistband of your panties slowly, “you never call me for an entire week every month. You don’t text either. You just hide away from me, alone, so fucking horny the room spins.”
You want to slap him for saying that, but all you could do was lay there, slack jawed and in awe that he was still there, toying with you.
“You’re not grossed out?” your nose wrinkled as you asked the question.
He shook his head simply in response, his hands gripping at your tight jeans that had been your only sense of security. He tore them away so effortlessly that your stomach leapt up into your throat, leaving you laying in bed in front of him in your shirt and panties almost awkwardly.
You felt far from sexy, your stomach bloated to the point of the impression of your jeans being left behind. And that wasn’t the only part of you that felt bubbled up like a balloon. Your face physically hurt from the zit you had tried to conceal, but you were sure the makeup had become wiped away from the sloppy kisses that you could still feel across your face. But his smile continued to reassure you as his hand dragged down over the angle of your hip to rest over your pelvis so that his thumb pressed firm against your clit.
You whimpered.
Anders smiled.
“I can grab a towel,” he offered, and you shook your head quickly.
“No, no,” you breathed out. “I’m going to come so pathetically fast we won’t need it. I’ll just blow you after…”
It was an offer you knew he couldn’t reuse, his bright eyes seeming to become even brighter as his thumb moved in slow circles that left you feeling like a jack-in-a-box ready to pop.
“You aren’t going to make a mess?” his brow quirked, and his tone gentle as he spoke to you. If he said it in any other tone, your stomach would have fallen and you would have recoiled away from him. But Anders was so careful, so gentle with his words, that you shook your head in response. You wouldn’t so much as lose a drop thanks to your menstrual cup. Your many nights of masturbation had taught you that, but a lump still formed in your throat as he spoke, “Good, so I can take these pretty panties off you.”
The thin cotton dragged down the length of your legs as he pulled it from you. You could feel the warmth and security of it inching away. Down, down,down, until it was left to rest around one of your ankles. Then, all you could feel was Anders. The pad of his thumb pressed into your clit as it moved in lazy circles. The warmth of his breath as he lay too close to your cunt for your mind to be put at ease - that was, if you could manage a single thought. His touch put the spinning of the room to shame. You felt as if your body was in full motion as you lay there on the bed, your only movement the rise and fall of your hips to meet the movement of his hand.
He gave you no time to worry about the smell, or the mess that could happen if, somehow, your menstrual cup dislodged from the depths of your cunt. The pleasure of his touch forced every intrusive thought away. You felt only Anders, not the bed beneath you. You felt the heat of pleasure and his breath. Your core clenched, a soft moan consuming you as your hips rolled - only to whimper as his thumb was suddenly gone and in its place searing hot wetness that left you gasping.
Anders had delved right into you, his mouth coming down on your slit in a sloppy, heated kiss that left your legs trembling around his ears.
You cursed under your breath, his name all you could manage in an attempt to challenge him. But he silences you, his hands wrapping around your legs to pull himself in deeper. His nose dragged against your clit, his mouth feasting on your pleasure, and it left you reeling against the mattress. Your every breath was a symphony that filled the room, your moans growing louder and louder as the feeling of his slick tongue gliding through your core.
It should have made you sick - it should have made him sick too - to taste you. To have his face buried so fully between your thighs, but it only left your mind to spiral as you ground your cunt against his mouth. Your hands lurched out, knitting into his hair to help guide him as you remembered that night so long ago in New Jersey. That night he had skated past his bench, his white away jersey and his face so covered in the bright red crimson of blood. It had covered him from nose to chin. There had been so much of it you could see it on his teeth as he smiled and on his tongue as he so wildly stuck out his tongue like Gene Simmons at a KISS concert. The same tongue that was between your legs, feeling as your core flexed through an orgasm that left you moaning so hard your throat was left raw.
Not a single mess was made, save for the saliva that dripped off your clit and coated the inside of your thighs as he drew back, that same wild smile you had remembered on his features as he pulled away from you. And it left you so eager to return the favor that you didn’t let yourself recover. Scrambling up, your hand found his shoulders, pushing him back to stand up at the end of the bed.
“Take your pants off.” Your words were an order, your hands quick to help him as you dropped to your knees. Your breathing was heavy, your mind still in a daze of need, as you dropped to your knees with every intention of making him cum with the embrace of your tongue, but if he insisted, after the magic he worked with his tongue, you were no longer opposed to letting him fuck you.
Taglist: @mp0625 , @starshine-hockey-girl
#anders lee#hockey rpf#hockey imagines#nhl rpf#hockey smut#nhl smut#nhl fanfic#nhl fanfiction#;; { i have no business writing this }#;; { but i needed a distraction }#;; { and senseless smut seemed like the route to go }#;; { i could have gotten a lot more disgusting with this but i kept it tame for you guys }#reader insert
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Fandom: DC Titans
Title: Something Unholy
Pairings/Relationships: Dickkory
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Heavy smut
Summary:
After a few busy weeks of constant rush and fighting crime, Kory decides she and Dick need to have a little fun and catch up in the bedroom. Freakiness ensures.
I put my nasty hat back on and you know what? It still fits!!! I honestly missed unleashing the spicy side and it came back to me I think hotter than ever! I was supposed to start slow hahaha something soft and sweet and nothing too much but then... my mind said "we're going off the rails, honey!" Imagine a sight of a baby otter clapping her paws excitedly, that's how I looked when this idea came to me.
I had so much fun writing this. Hope you enjoy!
For my DK Queens 👑💜💙 @ambeauty @escapism-through-imagination @wonderbatwayne @meetmeunderthestarrynight
#dc titans#titans#tv: titans#dcu titans#titans season 4#titans fic#titans smut#dick grayson#kory anders#koriand'r#nightwing#starfire#dickkory#dick x kory#kory x dick#dixkkory smut
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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69
Tagging: @ryanpulock @suitandtys @texanstarslove @charlie-theangelwrites
Relationship: Married; Anders Lee x Fem!Reader
Summary: You welcome your husband, Anders, home after a roadie.
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Daddy kink. Dom/sub dynamics.
Comments: This is my fic for @barzysunflower for @antoineroussel ‘s Winter Fic Exchange! I was SO excited to see Anders on your list because we need more Captain Daddy content and I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it, too!!!
Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone and I totally respect that! Don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but please don’t send me hate!!!
(c) nat g. 2023 // do not repost, do not claim as your own
The worst thing about being married to an NHL player was when he was on the road. No matter how many times he had been away, it sucked every time to be left alone in an empty house. Every time Anders was away, you spent the entirety wishing he was home. You knew he had to go, that he was living his dream every day, but Anders was your everything, your best friend, you lover, your soul mate, so whenever he was away, you felt empty.
And that’s exactly how you felt this time around. It wasn’t even a long roadie, just Philly, Pittsburgh, and Washington before returning home, but it still meant your husband was away and your home felt more like a house than a home without him.
The days always went by slower without him, but, like always, he’d be home eventually. They won in Philly and Pittsburgh, but they lost in Washington, so even though it was a successful road trip, they still went home with a bitter taste in their mouths.
They flew home after the Washington game, which wasn’t a long flight, but they still got in late. You were in the bathroom going through your nighttime skin care routine when Anders came home. You heard the door open and the pups’ barks turn to happy whines as they realized their dad was home and you smiled to yourself. It wasn’t long before you heard his heavy steps come up the stairs and you waited for your husband to appear.
You heard him call your name as he stepped into the bedroom and a moment later, he stuck his head into the ensuite and softened when he saw you. “Aren’t you a sight,” he said as he leaned against the door frame. You were in just a robe, which was loosely tied and gave him a glimpse of your chest through the mirror, and, God, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to him.
You blushed at the way he looked at you through the mirror and bit your lip, “you’re not so bad yourself.”
Anders couldn’t help but smirk as he shook his head and walked over to you, bracing his hands on either side of the vanity before he leaned in to kiss your neck, “I am nothing compared to your beauty.”
Your blush intensified as you leaned to the side to give him more room. Even after all these years, he still managed to give you butterflies. “I missed you,” you told him with a hum before you turned your head so he could kiss you properly. It was soft and slow and you cupped the back of his neck to pull him closer, craving him.
“Missed you more,” he told you when he broke the kiss.
“Not possible,” you shook your head and pulled him in for another kiss, melting into him as he deepened it. “But you smell like plane,” you told him and scrunched your nose up as you patted his chest.
“I can shower again,” he sighed and ran his thumb over the arch of your cheek and laughed when you knocked his hand away, not wanting him to mess up the skincare you just finished. “Or you could join me in the shower?”
You hummed as you pretended to think about it. “I will join you in the bath,” you replied and his smile widened as he nodded.
“A bath it is,” he agreed and cupped your chin so he could kiss you again and you smiled into the kiss, so in love with him. He chased your lips when you pulled back from the kiss, pressing another quick peck to your lips before letting you go to start running the bath.
When you renovated the house, having a tub that fit you, your husband, and his large thighs was a must, and you were fortunate to have a large enough bathroom to accommodated a tub that large.
You watched as Anders sat on the edge and turned the tub on, feeling the water until he got it hot enough for you before he put the plug in and began to strip himself of his shirt. His shoulders were big and broad and his chest had just a dusting of chest hair on it and you bit your lip as you ran your eyes down his chest before you reached out to touch him. “You’re so gorgeous,” you told him softly.
It was Anders’ turn to blush as he placed his hand on top of yours. “And all yours,” he replied, making you smirk and playfully squeeze his chest before running your hand down to the front of his sweats. “All mine?”
He groaned softly, getting hard from just your touch, “all yours.” Your smirk widened and you squeezed him through his sweats before pulling back innocently to feel the water and make sure it was the right temperature, and of course it was. Your husband knew you well. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he breathed and reached out to give your ass a soft smack and grabbed a handful before he pressed his hips against your ass, letting you feel all of him. “You feel what you do to me?” He asked, nipping at your neck.
Your jaw went slack as you felt him hard against you. “Oh, I feel it,” you replied with a soft moan and pressed yourself back against him. “Maybe you should feel what you do to me?”
He gave your hip a squeeze as he hummed before he stepped back to push his sweats and boxers down before he slipped into the tub and looked at you with a smirk, “come on in, baby.”
The tub still had a long way to fill, the water just licking Anders’ thighs, leaving his everything on display for you. You ran your eyes down him, eating him alive like the first time you saw him before you stood straighter and slowly pulled at the tie on your robe. You couldn’t help but tease him, letting the material slip from one shoulder then the other before you finally shrugged it off and stepped into the tub and straddled him, feeling him hard against your core as you looped her arms around his shoulders. “God you’re hot,” you breathed as you looked at your husband.
He groaned softly as he watched you. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to him and he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist before tracing soft circles on your hip with his thumb. “Not as hot as you,” he told you before leaning in and kissing you.
Anders controlled every kiss and you tried to press yourself closer, his chest hair brushing against your nipples, pulling a soft moan from you before he moved his hands down to squeeze your ass. The kisses were slow and deep as the tub continued to fill with water and once the water reached your ribs, Anders reached around you to turn it off as you broke the kiss with a whine of his name and rested your forehead against his.
“What do you need, baby?” He asked you, the corner of his lip twitching up as he kneaded your ass.
You knew that he knew what you wanted, that he just liked to hear you say it, so you rocked your hips into his as you lightly scratched your nails over his shoulders with a soft moan. “Need you to fuck me,” you breathed before you kissed him again.
“I can do that, baby, but I’ve been on the road so it’s been a couple days, hasn’t it?” When you nodded, he hummed, “turn around and rest against my chest and spread your legs for me, baby, let Daddy take care of you.”
Your lips parted at the name which only made his smirk widen as he gave you an expectant look. He wasn’t going to ask again and you knew it. You nodded and slowly turned around to rest between his legs with your head on his shoulder before you hook your legs over his knees.
He rewarded you with a soft “good girl” before he ran his hands down your body, pausing at your breasts to gently pinch your nipples before he moved down to your inner thigh as he kissed your neck. “I’m going to show you how much I missed you. I’ve been thinking of you all trip long.”
“I was thinking about you too, Daddy,” you smirked and tried to spread your legs wider as you turned your head to kiss under his jaw.
“Yeah? Tell me what you were thinking about,” he hummed as he ran his finger up your pussy, pulling a soft moan from you.
“Thought about your big blue eyes and your smile and your voice and the way you moan my name when I’m sucking your cock and how your thick cock feels inside my pussy, Daddy,” you replied and gasped when he bit your shoulder before he soothed it over with his tongue and started to rub your clit exactly how you liked it.
“God yes,” you moaned, rolling your head to the side to give him more room.
“Not God, baby, just Daddy,” he smirked and nipped at your neck again before trailing his free hand back up your chest. You could never get over how big his hands were and he gently massaged your breast before he pinched your nipple and moaned into your neck at how perfect you are. “I’ve been looking forward to this all trip. The plane ride home went on forever knowing you were home looking as gorgeous as ever and I had to wait to get my hands on my beautiful wife,” he continued before he slowly pressed a finger into you and groaned how tight and warm you were.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, never getting over to how thick his fingers were. “Been thinking of fucking me all trip, huh?” You asked breathlessly. “Should’ve said something, I could’ve sent you something to take the edge off, maybe in that pretty pink set you just got me.”
Anders groaned again as he added another finger before he curled them up before he started fucking you with them. He never knew how he got so lucky with you. “Fuck, I should have,” he agreed and bit your neck again. “Gonna have to put a show on for me later, baby.”
“Okay Da—” you started before cutting yourself off with a gasp as he found your g-spot. “Right there,” you told him, your back arching. “Don’t stop.”
Anders would never stop, not when you’re being good for him at least, and he used the heel of his palm to rub your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. “Spent days thinking of my wife’s sweet pussy,” he said. “Thinking of her being a good girl for me, cumming on my fingers, on my tongue, on my cock.” You clenched around his fingers as he talked, every word going straight to your core. “Daddy wants you to cum for him,” he continued, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear before he lightly nipped at the lobe. “Cum all over Daddy’s fingers.”
You let your eyes fall closed as you nodded, your jaw slack as you moaned before you came hard, fluttering around his fingers as you dug your nails into the meat of his thighs, needing to hold onto him. “That’s it,” he praised you, finger fucking you through your orgasm, “fucking squeezing my fingers so good, baby.”
“Daddy,” you moaned loudly before you reached behind you to cup the back of his neck. “Please. Fuck, please, Daddy, I need you.”
He hummed as if he was thinking about it as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. “Give me another one and you can have my cock,” he settled on before he added a third finger, groaning loudly at how tightly you clenched around him. “Be a good girl and cum for Daddy again.”
You fluttered around his fingers, so full of them and you couldn’t be bothered to quiet yourself as you moaned, desperately gripping the edge of the tub to get your bearings.
“God you’re so fucking sexy,” he praised as kissed your shoulder. “Bet you can take four,” he said before he eased another finger in you despite your whine. “You feel so fucking good stretched out around Daddy’s fingers, baby,” he praised you breathlessly, his cock painfully hard against your ass.
Your jaw was slack as you focused on his fingers, still so sensitive from the first one. When he pinched your nipple again, it sent you over the edge and you came on his fingers, harder than the first as you gripped the edge of the tub tightly and rocked your hips against his hand.
“Good girl,” Anders praised and drew your high out as long as he could, slowing his fingers as he fucked you through it. “You’re so good for me.” His praise always made you feel warm and once you were able to catch your breath, you mouthed at his jaw, bolding biting his pulse point and pulling a low growl from him before you pulled back to tell him, “need you to fuck me, Daddy. I can feel your hard cock against my ass and I need to feel it inside me.”
Slowly, he pulled his fingers from you and squeezed your hip. “Ride me,” he told you. “Ride Daddy’s cock, it’s yours.”
The water sloshed over the edge of the tub as you turned around and straddled him, your skin flushed and eyes dark. You could feel him hard and heavy against you and you smirked as you reached between you to stroke him, watching as his jaw went slack. His groan was low and his grip tightened on your hip. “Don’t tease me, baby,” he warned you, and you knew better than to go against one of Daddy’s warnings.
You gave him another few strokes before you lifted yourself up and slowly sunk down on him. It took you a moment because of the sheer size of him, even after all these years, but you were so warm and wet and tight around him. His moan was rough and it made you flutter around him as you looped your arms around his shoulders, your chest pressed to his.
“Taking me so good,” he praised, his voice breathy and you moaned as you pressed your face into his shoulder. It took you a moment before you finally took all of him and you fluttered around his cock. No matter how many times you took him, you could never get over how big he was.
“So big, Daddy,” you moaned and bit his shoulder before riding him slowly. Anders helped guide your movements as he held your hips, slowly quickening your pace.
“Missed having a big cock in your little pussy, didn’t you, baby? Missed Daddy fucking you just the way you need,” he said with a smirk, pulling a long moan from you. You didn’t have to say it from him to know he was right.
“Fuck, Daddy,” you moaned as you nodded and you pushed him back against the back of the tub before planting your hands on his chest for leverage and set a quick pace you knew he liked, not caring as the water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “Love having your big cock in my pussy.”
You were rewarded with a loud moan as the water continued to cascade over the edge. “That’s right. You fucking love it. Take what’s yours,” he continued, looking at you with hungry eyes.
“Mine,” you told him and boldly scratched your nails down his chest. He was already yours and only yours and you knew he didn’t like to be marked, but you couldn’t help yourself as you rode him harder.
His grip tightened on your hips enough you knew there would be bruises tomorrow and crescent marks from his nails, but it only made you moan louder. You wanted every mark he’d give you, every reminder of who you belonged to.
“Yours, baby. I’m yours,” his eyes closed for a moment as he moaned. “Feel so fucking good,” he told you before he kissed you deeply. You moaned into his mouth as you trailed your hands up to his shoulders and your pace stuttered as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You broke the kiss as you moaned louder, your eyes closing as he continued to rub circles on your clit as you rode him and he groaned when you started to flutter around him.
“Daddy,” you whined, so close again.
“I know,” he nodded. “Go on, cum on Daddy’s cock, baby girl.” You moan his name as you nodded and a moment later you finally came around him, squeezing him tightly as you pressed your face into his neck. “Fuck,” he cursed, tightening his grip on your hips as he continued to guide your hips as you fluttered around him bringing him closer.
You clenched around him hard. “Daddy please,” you begged, so used and sensitive and you were sure that if he kept his pace up, you’d cum again.
“Please what?” He asked with a smirk, knowing damn well what you wanted but wanting to hear you say it.
“Daddy,” you whined again, fluttering around him.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his smirk growing. He wanted to hear you say it. Needed to hear you say it.
“Please fill me up, Daddy. Fill me up with your cum,” you whined, digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he moaned loudly and used his thumb to rub your clit again and feeling you flutter around him sent him over the edge. He moaned your name as he came, and you clenched around him at the warm feeling of him filling you up before you pulled him in for a kiss, needing everything he’d give you. It was slower than the other kisses and you let yourself melt into it, into him, as you both rode out the high.
You gasped sharply when Anders continued to rub your clit, wanting another one from you, and you pulled back from the kiss to look at him with wide eyes but he only smirked. “I know you were closer,” he explained, rubbing your clit slowly. “One more for Daddy, okay, baby girl?”
“I—” You whined before you could get the words out and clenched down on his cock. “Daddy please.”
He only hummed, “Daddy’s taking care of you, just one more, baby.”
You closed your eyes as you rested your forehead against his, your breathes shallow as you got closer and closer, so raw and sensitive it was almost too much. Your moans turned to whines as you came for the fourth time. It wasn’t as intense as the others, but it was just as good as you came on your husband’s cock, and this time when you rested your head on his shoulder to catch your breath, he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you flush against him as he rubbed your back.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Always such a good girl for me.”
You hummed at the praise and let your hands rest on his sides, tracing small circles on the softness of his tummy which you loved so much. “The water is all dirty now. And cold,” you said once you finally caught your breath and you could feel it as he laughed.
“It is,” he agreed and slowly pulled you off him, hushing you as you whimpered when his cock slipped out of you. “Quick wash and then I’ll take you to bed, okay?” You nodded and moved with him as he reached for the body wash and a cloth.
He was gentle as he ran the cloth over you, starting with your arms, going up to your shoulders before dipping under your arms and down your chest. He paid special attention to your chest as he washed you, and when he smiled at your whimper, you gave his chest a shove. His laugh made your chest warm and he held the cloth in his hand as he looked at you, so incredible in love with you. Not a day went by he didn’t think about how lucky he was to have you.
“I missed you,” you said after a moment and softly played with the hair at the base of his skull.
“I missed you, too,” he replied softly, and ran the cloth down your back. “I’m glad to be home.”
“I’m glad you are, too,” you smiled and gave him a little shove as he squeezed your ass, making him laugh again. “Shush, and finish washing me so we can go to bed. I’ve missed my teddy bear.”
Anders scrunched his nose up at the nickname you gave him ages ago and buried his nose into your hair making you laugh. God, your laugh was his favourite sound. Or maybe second favourite behind you moaning his name. “Okay, okay,” he resigned with a nod and trailed the cloth down to your thighs and then your core, murmuring a soft apology knowing the cloth was rough and you were sensitive, and then he finally trailed the cloth along your ass cheeks. He wrung the cloth out in the water before adding some more soap and washed himself, not that he devoted himself the same attention as he did you. He’d shower in the morning anyway and he was sure he didn’t smell like the plane anymore. “Okay,” he nodded when he was done and he gave your hip a little tap. “Teeth and bed, yeah?”
You hummed as you nodded and slowly untangled yourself from him. Between your legs was sore as you stepped out of the tub, making you wince, but it was a good sore, a sore you missed every time your husband was on the road. You grabbed your towel from the rack and wiped yourself down as you heard Anders pull the plug on the tub before stepping out of it and you handed his towel to him.
“Thank you,” he nodded as he took it from you, wiping down his chest before wrapping the towel around his waist. Drops of water still ran down the valley of his chest, down his tummy and into the towel and you bit your lip as you looked at him. If you weren’t so tired, you’d fuck him again once you got to bed. “What?” He asked as he looked at you.
“Nothing,” you smiled as you shook your head. “I love you.”
He didn’t believe you, but he smiled as he nodded. “I love you, too,” he told you before stepping closer so he could kiss you. The kiss was chaste compared to your other kisses that evening but you loved it just as much. You loved every kiss and moment you got with him.
When you pulled back from the kiss, Anders chased your lips, making you laugh as he kissed you again before you tapped his chest. “Enough, okay? I want to go to bed, my hips ache, Mr Big Dick.”
“Mr Big Dick?” Anders laughed and playfully tugged at the edge of your towel so it would fall, but you quickly retucked it above your chest. “Guess that makes you Mrs Big Dick, huh?”
“Shut up,” you replied, not that shaking your head did anything to hide your smile as you wet your toothbrush and put toothpaste on it before moving the tube over to Anders’ side of the vanity and beginning to brush your teeth. Anders followed your lead and once you were both done, he leaned against the vanity as you went through your skincare routine again, the first time basically all for not after your recent activities. “You could go get the bed ready,” you told him after you washed your face but he scrunched his nose up again.
“Gotta stay and watch my girl, make sure you don’t fall on the way to the bed.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled as you finished your skincare and you looked at Anders as you undid your towel and hung it back up on the rack before you bit your lip and walked back into the bedroom. You snickered as you heard Anders’ groan and you knew he was hot on your heels as you pulled the covers back and got in.
You were right, Anders was right behind you and you squeaked as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back against his chest before quickly going limp in his arms. His hand rested on your stomach as he kept you flush against his chest and you smiled as you melted back against him, warm, comfortable, and safe. “My teddy bear,” you whispered and covered his hand with yours.
He hummed as he kissed your shoulder, loving the feeling of you against him. Having you in his arms was the happiest he’d ever be. “I love you,” he whispered back, making you smile.
“Love you more,” you replied and when he tried to argue, you gave him a soft, playful elbow to the ribs and laughed when he played up his wince. “Good night, Anders.”
“Good night,” he sighed and kissed your shoulder again. He held you as you drifted off, spent from the night and just when you were on the brink of sleep, he added, “and I love you more.” The grips of sleep already had you so you couldn’t argue with him and he smiled into your neck as you drifted off, him not far behind you.
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Anders, First Time Being With You
“First time having sex with Anders?”
Words: 300
Headcanons below the cut!
Anders is quite romantic, but a passionate romantic.
He loves for things to happen in the heat of the moment. For it to not be planned, but to happen because it just feels right.
So because of this, the first night he spent with you, he did not mention love making to you whatsoever.
“Whatever happens, happens..” He told himself. He didn’t want to pressure you.
Although you’d probably already made up your mind that you wanted to be with him intimately.
He definitely would prefer staying at your place, instead of his in Darktown.
“My place is a bit..” He laughs. “Let’s just stay at your place. You have a bed.”
Since you had not talked to him about what would happen between the two of you, you just made sure the bed was clean, and there were a few candles scattered about.
When he arrives, he brings you a flower he had picked on his way there, a daffodil.
“It just made me think of you.”
You probably just spend time talking and laughing together, but eventually you both take a look at each other and can’t help but think “I want you.”
Anders realizes how in love he is with you at that moment, and kisses you.
He kisses you and lightly pushes you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you.
“I can’t hold back any longer. I have to have you.”
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thinking about you - anders lee
summary: when you go to highschool and then college together, being reminded you were never his first choice was something you faced a lot - something about him always brought you running back to him though. when it snows, you pour and he tries to fix that with his generosity as the boy who’s always treated you better than the rest…
warnings: not a very slow burn - but very much pent up unknown reciprocated feelings. anders lees big legs <3. slight breeding kink (wrap it before you tap it blah blah blah), best friends to lovers, lack of plot at the end (i can make a part two maybe), rather vanilla i suppose but very cute nonetheless. nickname andy is used once?? sorry NO PROOFREAD!!
laying down in bed, watching as the snow fell outside of your window, with your blankets to your shoulder, you felt the quick buzz of your phone against your backside. you never felt well when snow fell in minnesota, but your whole life it’s been something you’ve learned to deal with. you almost ignored the buzz until it began to repeat.. then came your ringtone. some old song you liked in middle school filled your ears before you rolled over to pick it up. before even looking at the name, you put the phone to your ear.
“hello?” your voice was tired as you spoke softly into the mic.
“hey y/n” as anders voice filled your ears , you blushed, embarrassed you hadn’t made an effort to talk differently.
“oh my goodness! hey andy.. what’s up?”
“mh.. nothing. i saw it was snowing in minnesota, i wanted to check up on you. i know it was pretty warm a few days ago and i know how you get.” he said, you could hear him laying back into his seat.. whether it be his couch or a chair somewhere.. you wondered where he was.
“yeah it’s .. it’s bad. i won’t even lie. i thought the snow was out of here considering it’s gotten warmer and it’s april. i need it to be normal again.” you complained, pushing your face into your pillow to let out a soft whine.
“mh.. are you working? outside of the snow i suppose.” his question felt random but you complied.
“no.. i had left over time from last year that i had to plan out at some point. i guess it was my luck to pick the week 4 months ago that it would be snowing.” you said, sitting up in your bed to talk better, pulling your knees to you chest. “why do you ask?”
“do you want to come to the island? it’s nicer here.. i can buy you a plane ticket and you can stay at my place.” his voice felt sensual when asking you the question. you tried not to let your cheeks burn.. or give any leeway to him on how you felt.
“oh.. that actually sounds really nice. are you sure?” success. you didn’t sound super shocked - at least you hoped you didn’t.
“yeah i’m sure. cmon y/n, you know you’re my girl..” he said, you could feel his cocky little smile on the other side of that phone call. the way he would smile when he’d tease you, or take good of your plate, or when he’d smile at you when he’d buy you tickets for a minnesota vs isles game.. the way he’d look at you when you’d wear his jerseys. highschool… norte dame… islanders.. it never changed.
“mmh.. okay.. when do you wanna get me a ticket ..” you said , your hand making its way to play with your own hair.
“i can get you one right now.” he said as he stood up, going to grab his laptop. “you prefer american airlines right?”
you smiled. “yeah i do.”
“when’s the earliest you can come..” he said as he sat back down, opening the device in his lap.
“tomorrow. i’ll be off work for this and next week. if you wanna have me for that long.”
“yeah why not, i haven’t seen you in a few months”
-
in the next 24 hours you had prayed that when you were at the airport by the will of god… your flight wouldnt be delayed or cancelled. thank god overnight, the snow had stopped and when you woke up, the roads were more clear then you’d expected.
the night before, you stayed on the phone with anders for hours while he bought your ticket and while you packed. you complained about dirty clothes and he responded “you can just wash your clothes here..” which embarrassed you as you put dirty clothes you knew you’d only bring because you would wear it for him.
you packed for every season, almost like trauma from the cold weather in the last 2 days even though anders reassured you it was getting warmer on the island, and as you went through TSA and was finally sat at your terminal, your foot tapped impatiently, maybe a little overwhelmingly excited for seeing anders. yeah you knew you’d see other people you knew and loved.. but you always were excited to see him.
you wouldn’t even lie, you’ve been in love with anders since you guys first became friends in highschool. the feelings came and went, but he’d always do something that made you come crawling back.even at points you were convinced he also liked you, but it just never resulted in anything like what you had ever dreamed of.
in highschool you weren’t necessarily the popular cheerleader but you weren’t an outcast by any means. you were a proud leader of the student section and that’s how you and anders had become friends. you always helped plan student pride at football games and even sometimes during spirit week. you had a football jersey for the highschool and you even sewed anders’ number onto it at one point after the two of you had met through football. - when you met, it was when you were standing on the edge of the field, he asked if you could try to catch a ball or two with him for some yearbook photos that yearbook had asked him to take, the both of you thinking it was stupid, you gave in. after this, you had both realized you were in lots of classes together, and started sitting together in those classes.. then at lunch.. then hanging out outside of school, talking on the sidelines at football games. the two of you were inseparable. his parents adored you, and always begged him to date you.. your parents did the same.
so even after all this time, you had never even been on a date with him, and now you’re sitting in the airport getting ready to board the plane to go see him after he payed for your ticket, while also offering you to stay in his own home for two weeks. you were whipped.
The plane ride wasn’t awful, a bit of turbulence though the clouds but once you neared new york and JFK, things cleared a lot. the sun was out and you smiled at the simple idea of a warm day. as the plane landed, you pulled your jacket back over your body and grabbed your bag as you got off the plane. JFK was big and honestly if it hadn’t been for Anders guiding you in the past, you’d be lost.
Getting down to the luggage pickup, you stood around, observing very hard but honestly ignoring the fact that Anders had to be around. if not here then he’d be here soon. but it didn’t cross your mind until you were picked up off your feet by a goon.
“COME HERE!” he exclaimed as he picked you up, his arms tight around your body as he lifted you up. you almost shouted before remembering it would only be him.
“Anders! put me down!!” you kicked, shaking in his arms until he sat you back down on the ground. you turned quickly to see him, a smile forming on your face at his goofy expression. you wrapped your arms around him, he did the same, pulling you close to him. Quickly inhaling, you catch the cologne laced into his clothes. he’s been wearing the same thing for years and it never gets old.
“i’m glad to see you made it here in one piece.. how was the flight?” he said as he glanced down at you watching as you pulled away to look for your luggage once again.
“it was good.. a bit of turbulence coming from minnesota but not too bad..” you stood ahead of him so when responding to him, you turned your body to see him. when speaking to him you’d observe his features.. looking at his freckles as some new one’s appeared on his cheeks every year, his dark blue eyes, his new haircut that maybe was his best one. you loved everything about him..
your thoughts were quickly interrupted when he said “is that your bag?” and pointing, you turned back around. “yes it is!” you said as you quickly went to grab it. as you pulled it off, he picked up your carry on and walked over to you, offering to take your suitcase also. you let him do so but in turn, you took your carry on from him and walked with him out to his car, which he pushed the bags into and then went to your side of the car, opening the door before finally going to his.
getting in the car, you noticed he did what he always did when driving and that was resting his right hand on the gear shift, even though he didn’t need to use it, and driving with his left. crossing your legs in the passenger seat, you leaned closer to his side of the car with your arm on the center console.. this didn’t go unnoticed by him as a small smile formed on his face.
“how’s work going?” he asked, looking over at you meeting your eyes before looking back at the road.
“it’s going. half the time im just tired and need a break. that’s why i’m glad you offered to let me come up.. i really just needed to be away from everything at home.” you sighed, your hand coming to your forehead to gently rub it. he took his free hand and moved it back, gently rubbing his finger against your arm.
“i definitely don’t understand but i wish i did.. sometimes i wish i could put myself in your shoes.” he said, you knew he cared - but sometimes he wasn’t great with his words when it came to comforting you over work. he never really understood what it was like to work a normal job, even through college. his parents paid for everything when he was busy studying and playing hockey in college. the two of you talked about stuff while driving, stuff you hadn’t talked ab the night before or just the music on the radio… small talk always turned into long deep conversations. you always loved that about him. ever since that first night the two of you went out to dinner together back in highschool.
getting to his place, you walked in, being greeted by his two dogs, smiling as they sniffed you, wagging their tails excitedly, they didn’t jump which shocked you. “i didn’t realized you trained them so well” you smiled as he walked past you with your bags in his hands.
“yeah it took a long time..” he shrugged as he walked into the spare bedroom he had assigned to you. “you’ve never been here before right?”
“i think maybe for a party when i was in new york but that’s about it..” most of your years apart, he’d been coming back to minnesota. he’d come and see you. even when you were in new york for a few playoff games, he saw you at your hotel and you guys were together everywhere except for his home.
“oh - i thought you’d been here more then that.” he felt a bit of guilt wash over him as he walked out of the room you were staying in. “uh- well cmon girl.” he said motioning for you to come into the room with him. you laughed before following after him.
“this is your room, you have a nice view. your sheets are clean and you have clean towels in your bathroom.” he pointed to the bathroom off the side of the bedroom. “but if you need anymore, they’re in the bathroom in my bedroom.” he smiled, before putting his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the room. he motioned to everything as he spoke it out ‘living room, balcony that’s really high up so he doesn’t sit out there much, the kitchen, the spare bathroom, his bedroom, his bathroom’ the sheets on his bed weren’t flattened or made, they were everywhere showing he didn’t make his bed which made you smile at the ounce of personality laced into his room.
“oh and.. there’s the washer and dryer for you..” he pointed to a little side area, where the two were tucked away off of the kitchen. you didn’t have much to say except for complimenting his home. for a small apartment.. it was large. the windows were high and so were the ceilings, lots of natural light accenting the colors of his apartment.
the tall man let you off to unpack while he took care of his dogs, taking them downstairs and outside while you put the clean clothes into the dresser he had told you to put them in and in the closet in the room. and taking all your dirty clothes and putting them in the washer. you embarrassingly made sure you knew what panties and bras were in the wash before you pushed your clothes in there, not having any interest in letting him even go near your clothes if you didn’t know what was in there.
you thought about what he was thinking about as you walked through his apartment, thinking that maybe he was thinking about you while he leaned down to pet his dog. maybe he was thinking about all your outfits you planned to wear or everything the two of you would do…
and honestly that is all that was on his mind. something that he kept secret was how much he adored you… yeah he’s been there for the last 10 years with you, but he probably loved you more then any girl he’s ever attempted to date.
everytime he’d find a girl, you’d stay out of his life as much as possible though every waking minute he thought “what will i do with y/n tonight?”, “i wonder what she’s doing”, “does she want to hangout this weekend?”. and even when he moved to the island, even when he signed for all those years with new york, he still dreamt of a reality he could have with you. but he knew you didn’t like him like that. sometimes he even wondered if you were using him but moments like today where you looked at him like you needed something more from him when he held you close in a hug, he knew that even if you didn’t love him the same way he did, that you were there for the long haul.
eventually, you were out of your airport clothes and into shorts and an islanders hoodie, trying to stay comfortable and feel clean. you sat yourself on the couch as anders walked in.
“i tried to give you as much time as possible..” he said while letting the dogs off their leash.
“you gave me plenty. thank you.” you smiled as you turned your body to view him from the couch. he walked closer to you and his hand rested on the back of the couch, leaning over you.
“i see you’ve gotten comfortable.” he smiled, bending down closer to you. “nice hoodie, you a big isles fan?” anders teased as he pulled at the soft material. he let go and stood up straight again, coming to sit down beside you.
“yeah, i have this boy i like a lot, he plays for the islanders.” you teased him back, batting your eyelashes at him.
“oh really?” he sat down, taking your legs and laying them across his lap. “tell me more about him.. he sounds fun.”
“he is. he’s tall and blonde.. he’s got nice teeth and a lot of freckles, he’s very very handsome..” you made a face, teasing him further. “so handsome” you threw your head back, swooning.
“wow! he sounds like a very lovely guy. i wish you luck” his cheeks burned a little, patting your shin with his wide palm. you noticed as the pink patched across his cheeks, making yours turn that soft shade as well. you looked away from him, sticking your hand out to gently pet one of his dogs that sat at his feet. “so um.. what do you wanna do tonight? or just.. in the next two weeks.” he cleared his throat, breaking the silence with his question.
“well.. i don’t know. you’re the one with the idea of what’s to do!” you said gently hitting his arm.
“hm.. well i have two games this week, and next week i have 2 next week.. one is an away game. so i’m sorry in advance..” he said, gently squeezing your bare leg.
“it’s okay, i kind of expected you to be gone longer then that” you cut him some slack as he thought further.
“i dunno, we should just play it by ear. but if you want something good for dinner tonight, we can go somewhere fancy or somewhere simple, what are you thinking?”
“hm.. something simple. i’ll save dressing up nice for another night.” you said leaning into the cushion, staring back to him.
a smile formed across his face, his dark blue eyes squinting as he smiled. “okay.. cool. did you happen to bring your jersey with you? if not we can always just go and buy you a new one..”
you almost blushed as you remembered how he was so willing to spoil you. so quick to give you anything you wanted. “yeah i brought it.. i wouldn’t mind a new one though.” you said pulling your legs out of his lap, bringing them to your chest.
“yeah doesn’t yours just have an A on it?”
“oh heavens no, it’s not that old. I do have an A one though.”
the conversation continued , talking about all the small things you could simply conceive into a conversation. it moved from the couch, to the kitchen, to his room and to the balcony, you both talked almost non stop until you realized the both of you were hungry. the two of you talked about where to eat dinner and as he let you go to get ready, he himself got in the shower. when you pulled on some nicer clothes, placing your perfume at your pulses, and grabbing some small things you needed, as you sat in the living room again , the smell of his body wash filled the apartment from the hot shower he took. you almost keeled over, thinking ab how nice he’s always smelled.
after he finished his shower and got dressed, he met you in the living room and grabbing his keys from the table sitting in front of you, he nodded to the door. “let’s go.” he said with a cute little smile, offering you a hand to stand you up. he pulled a jacket over his shoulders but knew he was only grabbing it to help you out when he knew you’d complain about being colder later in the night.
sometimes his personality makes it easy for you to forget he’s an athlete, ignoring that it’s professional. he does this for a living, but the way he treats you, you easily forget it. he walked with you, holding a soft conversation as the two of you rode the elevator, got in his truck and rode to dinner. dinner was in some small restaurant in one of those small towns on the island. dinner was good but the one thing you paid attention to the entire night was him. getting ice cream after and even buying a few groceries at the store with him before going home, it was all him. on the drive him, you leaned into the center console, your knees were at your chest and the moment the two of you had sang a song the two of you fondly shared memories of, your pinkies had become linked with the other. it took until the end of the drive where the two of you managed to let go, neither wanting to but both of you having to hold something going inside, there was no other choice.
you struggled to believe that you’d be able to spend these two weeks without folding and telling him but you didn’t know that he felt the entire same way.
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as the night grew later, anders was laying on the couch doing his hockey homework, watching over old footage, almost his entire body sprawled across the couch. he had a notebook sat on his thigh, slowly scribbling stuff on it under the light of a lamp.
you had found a laundry basket and pushed your now dry clothes into it, slowly scooting it over to the living room to sit on the floor and fold your clothes. he noticed as you sat down and began to move his feet. “here, come sit-“ and he stopped once he saw you shake your head.
“no it’s okay.” you smiled to him. he nodded and gave a soft response before looking back at the footage. every now and again he’d glance down at you while it plays quietly. he watched as you bobbed your head to the music playing in your own head, listening to your quiet hums. he watched your quick movements with folding your clothes, wondering why you were moving so fast with some items of clothing. he began to observe what was in the basket instead of watching his footage like he should’ve been. you tried to ignore his eyes on you as you folded through the panties and bras you had washed that you didn’t want him to see, though with his hockey eye precision he did anyways. his face turned a soft pink as he finally realized what he was looking at - he was now back to watching hockey while you folded laundry. suddenly you were a little relieved to have the uncomfortable subject matter in your hands.
you now were the one observing him as he did his thing. you watched how he wrote messily against his thigh, trying to ignore how thick it was underneath the notepad. something about his legs was how large they were. perfect for sitting in a crowded space, inconvenient situation, for a booster in a mirror or maybe one day a sloppy hookup who knows. but as the thoughts raced through your head, creating scenarios past the ones you already experienced such as inconvenient situations.. your cheeks began to burn and suddenly your hands were conveniently back in the laundry before you finished.
“i have morning skate tomorrow.. if you wanna come” he said as he turned the tv off, breaking the room off into silence except for his voice. he began to sit up, stretching as he sat all the way up. he then leaned over, resting his elbows against his thighs to watch as you placed the folded laundry back into the basket. you stood up and stared down at him. “yeah.. sure i can go.” you said, shrugging, leaning over to pick up the basket.
“cool. you have to wake up early though.” he also stood, coming closer to you, leaning over you momentarily. “you should get some sleep then.” his hand gently rested on your arm, pushing you gently towards the bedroom you stayed in.
“so should you..” you rolled your eyes, a smile forming across his lips as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“i’m glad you’re staying with me for two weeks… get some rest.” he said as he stepped past you, making his way to his room. “goodnight.” he turned to see you and as you began walking to your own room, you turned to look at him as well. his hair was a mess over his head and it made you giggle.
“goodnight.” you nodded before gently shutting the door to your room. you could hear the dogs as they shuffled into his room to lay in the bed with him. you didn’t even want to imagine what he wore to bed but if it was anything like college, it was still nothing but boxers… he was so fit and it was almost insufferable.
-
sleeping that night was easy, you had put away all your laundry before you almost drowned yourself entirely in your sheets, cozy until the morning where he opened your door with a soft voice, coaxing you out of your sleep.
“goodmorning..” he said as he leaned into your doorway. you let out a groan, trying to ignore him before he did the same again. he did it once more before he was letting the dogs into the room, excited to see you as he walked in as well. he knew you were never the best at waking up early so he tried his best to get you out of bed without putting you in a bad mood.
“come on” he said, sitting down at your feet, gently shaking your legs. “get up, hon.” he stared up at the ceiling, listening to your voice as you complained more and more, finally pulling yourself out of the sheets. hunched over yourself you stared at him through tired eyes.
“goodmorning.” he smiled, staring down at you with his dark eyes. “do you still want to go?”
“mhm..” you nodded, letting your head fall into his arm. how hand came to the back of your head, stroking your hair before slowly getting up again.
“okay then, get up, we gotta go.”
standing in the shower, you slowly began to wake up more, still yawning every few minutes before you finished your shower, trying to move at a good pace knowing he needed to get going. you brushed your teeth and pulled some clothes on before walking out.
“here..” he said, putting a jacket over your shoulders before he grabbed his keys. you pulled his jacket around your body, smelling him within the threads. you walked behind him as the two of you walked down the hallway.
“do you want dunkin?” he said to you as you both made your way to his truck, getting in, he heard you utter a soft yes. you stared down at your phone for a bit until he called your name.
“yeah?”
“you okay?” he said, his blonde hair was curly that morning, looking barely brushed out.
“yeah i am.. i’m just sleepy.”
“mh. yeah i know how you get. i’m sorry for getting you up so early” he gave you a gentle smile and you gave it back, making his smile even brighter. bundled up in his jacket, the two of you got your dunkin and were off to the arena. todays skate was in UBS. it wasn’t public but you sat with a few of the media detailing people, knowing one or two, being able to chat while the boys practiced. it was a longer practice, coach trying to condition them after a loss. you knew anders would be a little sore later that day, causing you to think of any remedies you may have while they finished up.
as anders finished, he was at the top of the stairs at the lower level of the arena seating.
“you wanna go?” he said, a soft smile on his face, nodding to the general direction of the exit. he felt like he never stood in this perspective of the arena, causing him to be overcome with slight shock as he watched you jog up the stairs. “you seem a bit more chipper now..” his gaze met yours as you walked with him to the truck.
“yeah i’m a bit better now” you smiled. the two of you held your hands in your pockets, but you felt your body brush against his every now and again while walking. you wished with everything inside of you that you could place your hand in his.
“do you want to get breakfast now? or do something else” he said, kicking a pebble under his foot before you made it to his truck. getting in you told him sure and that’s where you went. you went somewhere he wanted, you didn’t really care . the two of you ate breakfast in perfect bliss, sitting across from each other while quietly chatting over stacks of pancakes and bacon.
the two of you decided to end the morning back at his apartment so the two of you could just end up napping.
when getting into the apartment, the two of you had taken the dogs outside, you taking one while he took the other and as you both came inside, a yawn fell over the both of you. you changed into some more comfortable clothes and as you settled into the couch, turning on the TV to play some ambiguous movie, he ended up sitting down next to you. he offered you to sit against him so you did, tucking yourself underneath his arm, laying in his chest. the two of you slowly began to lay further on the couch, sooner or later, your body on top of his while he laid there with his arms around you.
the two of you were asleep, the sun slowly coming through the windows, leaving you both sleeping for hours before one of you finally woke up. it was him..
he woke up, seeing your head against his chest. his cheeks burned as he brought his hand to play with the ends of your hair as they fell across his chest. he lifted his leg so that his thigh was pressed to yours, warming your body as you rested. he winced a little, feeling his body becoming sore, especially as he felt your weight under him but he tried to ignore it, more focusing on matching his breathing pattern to your own.
starting up at the ceiling, he felt your breathing pattern change as you began to wake up. “hi” he said softly, pulling his hand from your hair, watching as you blinked slowly at him. “hiiii” you smiled, pushing your face into his chest again, not even thinking about how you laid on top of him.
“we don’t have to get up, but can you maybe move your legs a little so i can move my leg..” his voice was gentle, and you made a soft noise of approval.
“you can move me however you want..” you said against his chest, essentially going rag doll on him.
as a man does, the words sounded foul in his head, as his hands moved to your sides, gently grabbing you and pulling you up with his body. he tried to ignore how they made him feel as he pushed his thigh between your legs, sitting you up against his frame. he let your arms fall around his chest as you settled in his lap. he found the remote and changed it over to the footage he had to continue doing over from the night before, noticing how you seemed to have fallen back asleep, sitting in his lap. as he began to watch the plays again, he whispered comments to myself.
although he thought you were asleep, when laying there, in reality you were trying to process how when you spoke… he placed you with his thigh right between your legs. you tried to ignore it, you tried to ignore the feeling growing in your body, but as his hand met the small of your back.. you almost folded. you listened to his whispers, but noticing his breath getting heavier, it made it hard to focus on anything he was doing when lacking one of your key senses.
feeling risky, as anders pushed his hand down the small of your back, his fingers pushed under the elastic of the shorts you had on.. not with any devious intention, just to entertain himself as he rubbed his hand across your back. he would do it every few times his hand would come down to your waistband. he noticed over time your breathing pattern hadn’t shifted back to how it did when you slept and simply your breaths began to get heavier as you continued on. he shifted, his thigh pressing into your core…
“anders..” your voice came out soft and quick, causing your eyes to shoot open, covering your mouth with the speed of lightning. “oh my god- i’m sorry.” your face was red as you leaned against him, trying to act like it didn’t happen all the while his face was burned up too. “i-it’s okay..” he threw his head back, trying not to even think about it but as you readjusted he could feel the way your chest heaved slightly. you tried to ease yourself back to reality as his hand was pressed against your lower half again. his hand now slowly encompassing your ass as he rubbed it up and down your backside. you knew he was doing it on purpose..
you almost felt confident in yourself to simply push yourself down into his quad again and get away with it, but you were scared to even try. you slowly moved your hips against his thigh.. very slowly. only enough so maybe he’d notice if he paid attention. with his hand on your ass, he almost noticed immediately. he didn’t try to stop you, he even moved his hand with your hips. he let it go on for a minute or two before his voice broke the silence.
his name fell from your lips. “what are you doing..” he whispered. he knew what you were doing. he spoke in a voice that just oozed with arrogance. finally .. you turned your head to look at him. when your eyes met his, he could see the ways yours were almost melting out of your head. staring, you saw the cocky smile on his face. he didn’t just want to let you do what you were doing.. he needed it.
“i know what i’m doing, but you should show me what you really want..” you spoke, almost without thinking, hoping maybe he’d try to take control over the situation. but by simply speaking that way, it proved to him that this was something both of you wanted.
Anders nodded and his hands were around your waist again as he picked you up slightly, sitting you back down on his thigh at a better angle. “this okay?”
you nodded, your hands coming to his chest, your eyes meeting his. your hand slowly pushed up his chest, making its way to the back of his neck. you leaned in closer and as your lips ghosted over his, your name quietly fell from his mouth before he pressed his lips into yours. he held you close as you kissed him. you released from the kiss, your eyes opening to see his.
“little desperate aren’t we..” his frowny smile made a smile form across your lips. you nodded and kissed him and again..
“anders..” his name fell from your lips, his hands that held your hips encouraged you to move against his thick thigh. “oh my god..” you whimpered softly, the friction between your legs left your face flushed.
“what is it?” he said , watching as you pulled your head back, your eyes meeting his. “hm tell me..” he hummed.
“it feels so good..” you whined. simply having him hold you like this gave you the satisfaction of a love struck girl. “i’ve wanted this for so long” your head tilted back, following the movements of his hands as he guided you through the roll of your hips.
his cheeks burned at your words. hearing you say it gave him butterflies, he felt stupid feeling that way. “me too” he mumbled as he watched you pleasure yourself on his thigh. he leaned forward, placing his lips against your neck as you leaned back. your soft moans grew as he kissed down your soft skin, gently nipping at it, his tongue relieving the bitten skin.
your skin burned as he kissed at it, his hands slowly moved up your hips and slowly pushed underneath your shirt, feeling up your sides before getting to your chest. “can i take off your shirt?” he asked against your skin. you made a small sound of approval and as he pulled it over your head, he couldn’t ignore the deep blue lacy bra you had on.
“did you wear this for me?” he asked, his hands gently rubbing over the lace on the cups.
“m-maybe.. everything i packed was for you..” you confessed, feeling as his large hands covered your chest, squeezing your chest before his hand came behind you, gently unclipping your bra with one hand while the other moved to the small of your back, helping you hold your rhythm as you ground against his thigh. as he pulled the bra from your frame, he almost drooled at the sight of your bare frame.
“you wanna take those shorts off, baby?” he spoke, placing his face between your neck and your shoulder again, gently kissing at your exposed skin.
“n-not yet..” you whimpered, your hands coming to the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. he gave a soft noise of acknowledgment as he placed his hand on your lower spine, pushing it forward so that you would lean back, your chest pushed out to him.
he took your nipple between his teeth, gently sucking at your chest. your hand was in his hair, gently tugging at it as he played with your hardening nipples while you fucked yourself on his thigh. he sucked on each of them until he was bored, moving further down until he couldn’t kiss you without moving you from his leg. he could see the look on your face as you go you were close to your orgasm, causing his hard-on growing in his pants to twitch. your face was filled with pure ecstasy. he looked down to see the wet patch on your shorts, forming on his own.
“you gonna cum, baby?” he spoke softly , holding your head up so he could see you. you nodded.
“yes anders.. fuck..” you whined while you held onto him to hold yourself up. “fuck.. please oh my god..” you cried out loudly, feeling yourself coming closer and closer before finally, one last swipe of your clit over his thigh and you were done for. your body leaning into his as you rode out your orgasm, he held your shaking frame close.
“i got you baby…” he said as he move his leg with your body until you slowed down and stopped, your chest rising and falling, underneath his big arms wrapped around you. as you finally came down from your high, you pushed yourself up from his chest, placing a kiss to his jaw.
“you all good?” he asked, patting your back.
“yes.. i’m fine.” a laugh left your mouth , looking down at your legs and your shorts. you even noticed his hard on in his pants , making your face burn. “so uh.. you wanna keep going..” you looked up at him.
soon you were being picked up by him and taken to his bedroom, and as he threw you down on his bed, he was pulling his shirt off before helping you get the wet shorts you had on off as well, soon your panties also. he pushed his shorts down and as he pulled his boxers down, you were sitting there marveling at his body - he was carved by the gods themself. “what?” he said , noticing how you stared when he pushed his hands into his hair, pushing it back from his face before he was on top of you.
when he was on top, he placed his lips against yours. he smiled into the kiss, his hands feeling down your thighs and between your legs before his fingers gently pressed against your sensitive clit, causing you to shutter against him.
“anders..” you whimpered as he circled your sensitive clit. he breathed against your lips, trying to contain himself while his cock throbbed between his legs. he continued to push you to your edge before you were almost at your second orgasm then pulling his fingers away. your voice sounded desperate as you whined his name.
“you ready for me to fuck you?” he spoke as he pulled away, finding his body between your legs, pushing them around his hips.
you nodded, as he picked up his cock, pushing the tip through your wet folds. his cock was thick in his hand as he pressed his tip against your entrance. he took his free hand, pushing your leg up around his side. “okay baby..” he mumbled quietly before he pushed his cock into you, slowly pushing himself in further, leaning over you to stare at your face as you melted into ecstasy. he didn’t stop until his cock was fully buried inside of you, causing his head to fall forward, a grunt leaving him.
his hair was a mess as he held his hand to your hip, his fingers imprinting on your soft skin. “f-fuck anders..” your voice was weak as he composed himself, finally pulling out until he was nearly at the top again before slamming back into you. you cried out, your hands meeting the sheets, your fingers tightened within the soft fabric as he began to steadily thrust into you. your name fell from his lips as he threw his head back, fucking into you.
he soon leaned over you, placing his arms under your waist, holding your hips up higher to his as he fucked you, causing him to hit you at a different angle. your moans became louder as you melted under him. your back arched underneath him, you whines while he freed a hand to hold your face, causing you to look up at him.
“open..” he spoke softly, encouraging you to open your swollen lips so he could press his fingers into your mouth, his thick digits filling your mouth, your moans vibrating against his calloused skin.
as you sucked his fingers, he fucked his cock into you, picking up his pace while he watched his fingers go in and out of your mouth. “shit baby…” he groaned under his breath while he held your hips to him. you couldn’t express how close you were through speaking so you used your noises, moaning loudly around his fingers, your eyes hooded as you tried to keep yourself composed as you could feel your second orgasm rising through your skin.
“you bout to cum, baby?” he leaned closer to you, pulling his fingers from your mouth. you nodded. “no tell me more..” he spoke, his hand moving your hair from your face.
“yes.. fuck anders i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum on your fucking cock..” you strung your words together as he held your face.
“why don’t we cum together” he said, leaning back, knowing this meant you couldn’t just cum when you wanted to. he leaned back, placing both hands back on your hips, holding you up by your hip bones rather than under your back. he began to pull your hips to his, adding to the overwhelming pleasure growing. he thrusted into the spot which made you see stars, feeling himself edging closer every time he’d thrust into you. throwing his head back, he groaned.
“fuck baby i’m gonna cum oh my god..” his fingers began to bruise your skin as he gripped your hips.
“cum inside of me.. please anders-“ you whined. he knew you were safe - so he was almost begging in his head to be able to cum inside of you. you could feel yourself coming closer, almost being pushed over the edge until he finally said
“cum for me baby..” his words were gruff as he continued to rock his hips into you, watching as you finally let yourself go, your body arching towards him while you almost screamed his name, squeezing his cock with your walls, coaxing him to give you one final slam into your cunt before filling you up. you tried not to scream as he leaned over, holding you close as you rode through your orgasm. “fuck baby.. you’re so good.. god damn you’re so good..” he stilled his hips, fighting his own urges to continue fucking you through his own orgasm. he was deep in you, his cum could have dripped out with how much he dumped into you.
your chest was heaving as he slowly moved back, your eyes were very soft as you stared up at him.
“can i pull out or would you like me to stay here a little longer..” he asked, moving your hair from your face once more, leaning over to kiss you gently.
“y-you can pull out..” your voice was hoarse, leaving him to kiss your cheeks and forehead, your lips against them your chin before he sat up, slowly pulling out. he watched as his cum dripped from you, biting his lip before he got up, pulling on his boxers before getting a warm damp rag to clean you up from his bathroom. making his way back in, he watched as you slowly propped yourself up on your palms.
“you doin okay?” he spoke softly as he wiped between your legs, up your thighs and down between your folds. you nodded , a small sound of approval leaving your lips as you stared at him while he concentrated between your legs. he finally looked up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. you leaned forward, placing your lips against his. he moved a hand to hold your face as he kissed you.
“i want to tell you something - but i just don’t want you to freak out..” your voice was soft as you spoke against his lips.
“yeah , what is it?” he slowly pulled away, moving to go and grab you some of his own sweatpants - “one second.” he jogged to your room, finding where you had put your clothes and found panties for you before jogging back. he walked over to you and helped put them on your frame.
“i uh.. i don’t know.. i just think i have to confess to you how much i’ve wanted to do that for so long..” you spoke as he pushed the pants up your legs.
“yeah?” his response wasn’t dismissive, he was thinking of a response. “well i’ve always.. felt the same. i just couldn’t ever tell you..” he looked up, his eyes meeting yours.
“ive wanted you for a long time” he shrugged. “ever since that first night we went out to dinner after a game. you’ve been the one i’ve wanted..” he said, placing his lips against yours.
“then why did you wait so long?” you asked as he pulled away, to grab a t-shirt for you. he came back to the bed and motioned for you to lift your arms up.
as he pulled the shirt over your head he spoke “well i could ask you the same thing.” he shrugged and finally sat back down on the bed with you, rolling back to lay with you in the pillows. “i guess maybe i just expected it to happen.. i’m not sure.”
you smiled, looking up at him with your frame against him. his chest was bare, and as you leaned against him you could feel as his heart beat.
“i’m not sure how this will work out, y/n.. but i love you. you know i love you but i mean it.. i love you so much that words fail to describe how much i’ve always wanted you.” he said, his eyes avoiding yours, almost embarrassed at having to dump out all of his feelings.
“i love you too anders.. so much.” you reached your hand up, forcing him to look down at you, a smile on your face as you did so. “you should treat me to dinner some time this week..” a giggle slipped from your lips as he rolled his eyes.
“yeah- if i can get you out of the house without wanting to fuck you again..” he chirped, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. “you should take a nap again baby” he said, his hands rubbing down your back once more.
“you too..” you said, placing your face against his chest as you let sleep take over you again.
it was almost like everything that just happened was fake - how on earth did you just fuck your best friend and in all of it, confess your feelings to him in the process. you never thought he’d feel the same way but suddenly, when the two of you were left alone in a place no one could even think to interrupt, all the walls came crashing down.
you loved that boy; you’ve loved him ever since that night he showed an ounce of compassion that no star QB, no NHL bound forward, no highschool league baseball player could have ever shown any girl like he showed you.
the way his hands fit into yours and the way his lips felt when he kissed your head or the way his arm fell into the groove of your waist was never unnoticed in any situation where you were closer than just friends.
anders lee was your best friend and your love.. no one could ever take that from you, not now.
#anders lee#ny islanders#skjeinon speaks#nhl imagine#nhl smut#nhl fluff#nhl fanfic#nhl fanfiction#islanders imagine#ny islanders imagine#isles imagine#i forgot how to tag#what the fuck
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writing smut is just like having sex in real life. i am writing the build up like "oh my god this is so awesome" and then i get to the actual act and im like "ugh. we're not done yet??"
#thats why it took me MONTHS to write that Gage smut only for the actual smut to be meh at best#mine#just wrote Anders eating PUSS but now im supposed to write the actual sex and im over it
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Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader
Words: 5,619
Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Use of a remote controlled vibrator. Cursing. Foreplay in the back of a cab. Oral sex (F receiving). Unprotected intercourse.
Summary: Anders has a little more in-store for a night out at Dawn and Ty's engagement dinner.
A/N: Okay, I finally got something out 😅 Here is my first contribution for this year's @deanobingo Prompts used were Anders Johnson, dimples, and toys.
Gif credit to @blairsanne who is outstanding 💗
“Are you almost ready? I don't want to be late. Mike’s been breathing down my neck all day and I'd rather not give him anything else to use against me,” Anders called out from the bathroom, sliding the knot on his tie up to his collar and adjusting it, giving himself a once-over in the mirror until you walked in and his blue eyes locked on you.
“When is that not the case?” you asked with a smile as you clasped the back of your earring closed, completely satisfied with the way Anders was eye-fucking you already; your choice in outfit clearly appreciated by the gorgeous god you wanted your hands on so desperately.
Already having rushed home from work, you cleaned up and got ready as quickly as you could, leaving no spare moments for you and Anders to give each other the attention you both craved; the long day at work feeling even longer in knowing you had Ty and Dawn’s engagement dinner to attend immediately after, without the help of Anders sending text after text of all the things he wanted to do to you later that night when you would finally be able to be together.
“You look stunning,” he said, his tone low and serious, his eyes reflecting a dark lust that flooded the icy blue.
“I should hope considering this is the dress you picked out for me,” you purred, carding your hands up his back to rest on his shoulders, bringing the front of your body flush against his to press your breasts against him and drag your lips over the shell of his ear. “So if you're unable to control yourself tonight, that's on you Bragi, wanting me to wear the same dress I did the night you first fucked me.”
You watched his eyelids fall shut in the mirror, his chest heaving as he drew a long breath in through his nose, making the gratified feeling blooming within you grow even more in knowing how much he wanted you and how that would only increase more and more as the night went on; the quick session of morning sex to start the day only leaving him eager for more than just a brief taste of you.
“And don't think I ignored your other request,” you whispered before pressing a kiss onto his neck that radiated a fiery heat.
“No panties?”
You nodded your head in silent confirmation, watching as his smile grew to bring out the dimples on either cheek.
“Good girl,” he praised, the accolade making your arousal spike and a shiver break out over the exposed skin your dress neglected to cover.
“Now as much as I know you're enjoying teasing me, cruel as you are, I have one more request before we go,” he claimed, that familiar mischief present in his eyes when you met them again in the mirror.
“Anything for you, Anders,” you stated, confident to agree even without knowing what his wish was.
“Ooo, you might regret saying that,” he joked, sucking in his breath through pursed lips.
“You've never made me regret it before, why would I now?” you drawled, looking into his eyes with an innocence you knew he would work to erase as he turned to face you directly. “I trust you.”
The smile brought on by your words before he pressed his lips onto yours made your knees feel weak, and saying a silent prayer that for some reason the dinner would be canceled last minute, you eagerly returned his kiss, your hands gripping the lapels on his jacket to pull him closer while you leaned into him even more.
Anders broke your kiss, chuckling as he shook his head at you and shifted his legs, trying to get his hardened cock down one of his pant legs. "Fuck me, you are incredibly distracting."
With a swipe of your thumb, you cleaned up your lip gloss that got smudged, watching as Anders pulled open the vanity drawer and pulled out a small box.
"As I was saying," he glared at you, his smirk matching the playful look in his eyes. “I picked up a little something for us when I was out sorting their engagement gift.”
A self-satisfied expression dressed his face as he held the gift in his hands for you to open, and maintaining eye contact with him as you lifted the lid, you finally looked down to see what had him feeling so smug.
"You're wearing that all through dinner," he began, the humour in his voice not missed by you despite your shock and excitement. "And I'll be controlling it."
Your head snapped up to meet his gaze, a wickedness hinting in his laugh, and you swallowed thickly out of fear and worry, wondering how you were possibly going to survive the night.
Anders plucked out a small, hot pink vibrator, equipped with a clit stimulator, tipping his head to the side in a taunting way as he all but dangled in before you.
"You bought their engagement present at the sex shop?" you quipped, knowing he didn't, but attempting to distract from his devious plan.
"What? No, fuck," he huffed. "I got them a weekend away in Marlborough just like we decided."
You grinned. "I was only checking."
"Oh, I am so going to make you suffer," he vowed, his eyes narrowing at you as he shook his head.
"You really want to have that in me, at dinner with your family?" you pointed to the device, your mouth watering at the same time you felt a nervous sweat break out on the back of your neck to help cool your rising body temperature.
"The night has to be made interesting somehow, beautiful."
You sighed, accepting your demise, your wordless defeatism making Anders almost giddy with delight.
"I'll be controlling it from an app on my phone," he explained. "And all you have to do," he closed the space between you, his lips hovering over yours, “is not come."
You melted into his kiss, knowing this was going to be nearly impossible with how horny you already were, and whined into his mouth as he slowly trailed the hem of your dress up your thighs.
Feeling breathless and panting against each other, Anders slipped his hand between your legs, his index finger, and then his middle one, pushing in your entrance where he dragged them in and out while the pad of his thumb circled your clit.
"I don't think you're going to need any lube," he claimed, removing his hand from you to replace it with the toy, making you cry out as you clenched around it and pressed your forehead against his in a plea for mercy.
"Let's test it out, shall we?"
A flush spread out over your entire body as you waited, chest heaving, as Anders retrieved his phone from his pocket and opened the app, glancing up from it to check your reaction while it loaded.
Your eyes widened as you watched his thumb move in a wide, circular motion over his screen, the toy inside your walls mimicking the action, making your knees instantly buckle and forcing you to squeeze your thighs together as you squatted on the floor.
His laugh echoed in your ears, and grabbing hold of the countertop, you began to stand up straight again until he hit whatever button that activated the vibrations on the piece that sat firmly against your clit, keeping you in that position.
"Christ's sake, Anders," you whimpered, feeling pathetic at how poorly you were keeping it together already.
"That intense, eh?"
You glared at him before rising up on trembling legs, smoothing your hands over your hair and turning to face the mirror to ensure your appearance didn't display the chaos you were feeling inside.
"I promise I'll be good to you," he said genuinely, staring into the reflection of your eyes in the mirror. "I'll keep you on the edge most of the time, but I won't do anything I know you can't handle," he assured, pressing his lips on your shoulder, and then up your neck so your skin erupted in goosebumps and your nipples hardened even more. "And when we get home," he explained lowly beside your ear, "I'll make it all worth it."
Anders was mostly behaved in the cab on the way to the restaurant, only teasing you a couple of times so you weren't forced to work too hard at pretending you were just an ordinary couple on their way to a nice meal with family; him having to stifle his laugh like a sneaky kid while looking out the window at downtown Auckland as you passed through, all while he played a not-so-innocent game on his phone.
He spared you during the greetings, not daring to do anything while you were in the middle of hugging each member of his family and saying hello, but as soon as it came time for you to take a seat at the table, he didn't miss his opportunity. Pulling your chair out with one hand as any gentleman would, Anders had his other in his pocket, drawing an erratic pattern on his screen, leaving your body tense and pausing mid-sentence as you plopped yourself down.
"Are you alright?" Dawn asked, reaching out to touch your arm.
"Yes, sorry, I'm fine," you smiled, shaking your head and looking at her warmly. "Sore back, you know," you brushed off, waving your hand dismissively, watching as Anders smirked and took his seat beside you, his hand gripping your thigh with a tight squeeze.
Leaning over, he kissed your cheek, and searching your eyes as he stroked your face lovingly with his thumb, he spoke in the warm, soothing tones graced to him by Bragi.
"Just act normal."
"Anders, could you please get off your fucking phone?" Ty hissed, his anger emphasized on one word in particular as he carefully whispered and darted his icy blue eyes around them, making sure no other patrons or wait staff heard his impolite request.
Anders glanced up from his phone on his lap, smiling until he noticed the scowl directed at him by Mr. Freezy and his soon-to-be Mrs, making quick work to wipe it off as he cleared his throat and faked his most sincere voice.
"It's work, mate, sorry," he lied, having been in the middle of changing the intensity on the vibrations that were wracking through your entire body right now, your elbows on the table and your hands braced on your forehead as you took a deep breath, trying to hold off on detonating.
"Which client?" Dawn piped in, equally as annoyed as her fiance and not for a second believing Anders was dealing with work while at their dinner.
"It's, you know, ahh…" he trailed off, picking up his wine glass and putting it to his lips, avoiding the question altogether as he turned his body slightly toward Axl on the other side of him.
Luckily no one seemed to notice you being out of sorts, the devious sport being played by you and Anders kept discreetly between the two of you, though the amount of times you had reached your breaking point was becoming too frequent.
"How are you holding up?" he leaned over, speaking quietly enough only you would hear him.
"I'm barely keeping it together, Anders," you sighed, looking at him pleadingly, pushing your meal around on your plate, your appetite for food completely replaced by such an intense appetite for lust and release.
"Do you think it's easy for me? Knowing you're a soaked mess with no panties on and so close to coming? Christ, I'm hard as a fucking rock right now, I wouldn't even be able to stand up."
"Poor you," you purred, your hand that wasn't holding a utensil trailing slowly up his inner thigh to stop at his cock that strained against his pants, the sensation making him jolt in his seat, wishing you could give him just a fraction of the torture he was providing you.
Anders gave a warning look, pressing his thumb down on his phone to send a long, drawn out barrage on your clit, your shaky hand dropping your fork on your plate with a clang.
He chuckled to himself, and despite it feeling like a huge disruption, everyone else at the table seemed engrossed in their own conversations, or distracted by Olaf who was rambling on about something oracular, leaving you and Anders appearing nothing more than two smitten lovers who kept stealing glances and subtle touches.
Dessert was served and toasts were made - champagne flutes held up to the couple everyone was equally thrilled to see engaged to be wed - Anders' speech full of sweet sentiments toward his employee but also laced with an undertone of insults; something along the lines of 'you make her happy so she no longer nags me as much,' and 'thank every god in Asgard she loves your mug 'cause I couldn't take any more whining from you.'
"You're a prick, you know that, Anders?" Ty scowled, unimpressed by the 'blessing' bestowed on them. "Considering you're the fucking god of poetry, you'd think you could come up with something a little nicer."
"My speech at the ceremony will be gag worthy, don't worry," he said, earning another twisted look from Ty. "On that note," he gripped the back of your chair and slid you out from under the table, "we have other business to attend to, so we'll be off!"
"You're not coming back to ours for drinks?" Dawn asked, the disappointment clear on her features, watching as Anders tossed more than enough cash on the table to cover your meals as well as all the drinks consumed by the party.
"Afraid not, Dawnsie. Very crucial that I see to this immediately."
Anders winked at you, placing his hand on the small of your back, and with a quick farewell, you were hurrying out the door and into a cab.
After sliding across the back seat, Anders followed and was on you instantly, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek to hold you close to him so he could kiss you as fervently as he felt the need.
The address to his apartment was given to the driver between kisses, and with a glare from the unimpressed man through the rearview mirror, the car set off.
"I couldn't get us out of there sooner," Anders panted, leaning into you more and more, his knee parting your legs as much as your dress would allow.
"Do you feel bad for leaving?" you asked, your own feelings of guilt weighing on you.
Anders furrowed his brow and scoffed. "Feel bad? Fuck, no. Believe me, I have many things I should feel bad about and don't." He brushed his lips against yours playfully. "I'll add this to the list."
"You're horrible," you giggled, grinding against his thigh to put pressure on the device still seated inside you, making you shudder out a shaky breath.
"Yeah, and you love me."
"I do."
Your words seemed to encourage you both even more, sending you into a frenzy to get hands and lips on every available part of each other, until the driver slammed a little too hard on the breaks at a traffic light and forced you to stop.
"Oi! Can you two wait until you're bloody home and out of my car to do that shit?"
"Listen, mate," Anders began, his voice dropping as his powers took over, watching the man's eyes soften as he fixated on them in the rearview mirror. "Whatever happens in the back of this cab is none of your business, and your only focus is to be on the road and getting us home safely."
The cabbie nodded, and Anders clapped his hand on his shoulder, "Good man."
Turning back to you, he flashed a wicked grin as he outstretched one of his legs, trying to retrieve his phone out of his pocket, the fit of his pants making something so simple more difficult than it should be.
His dimples indented deeper in his cheeks as he settled back against the seat, waving his phone in the air for you to see.
"Don't think I forgot about this."
Squirming slightly, you took a deep breath to steady yourself as you waited for him to continue his teasing, and no longer ashamed to display your excitement, you moved to straddle his lap.
His blue eyes widened with a bit of surprise and wonderment, the slightly dominant act enticing him and making a boyish innocence wash over his previously confident face.
Moaning as you ground yourself on his bulge, he tipped his head back to fall against the seat, leaving you the freedom to roam his neck with your lips like you had wanted to all night, the smell of his cologne warmed from the heat of his skin.
But just as quickly as Anders lost himself in your distraction, he snapped out of his stupor and blindly found his phone on the seat beside him, his fingers swirling a deranged pattern that was copied by the toy, your gasp made audible as your mouth pulled away from his neck.
Regaining his control over you, he gripped your hips and flipped you so you were back to sitting on the worn leather, your shoulders pressing against the door. He crawled between your legs, his hand smoothing up your calf, and when he passed the bend in your knee and continued up the back of your thigh, your head thudded against the cold window as your eyelids fell closed.
Another pulsation rocked through your core, your whole body tensing as it tipped on the edge of a prohibited climax, the sound of Anders chuckling maliciously forcing your eyes open again.
Dimples greeted you once more as he smiled against the inside of your leg, his lips searing a trail closer to where you needed him.
Feeling maniacal, you proceeded to ignore your surroundings, Bragi's power working not only on the driver but seemingly on you too in order to make you partake in such a blatant act of exhibitionism; the intense need you felt to either rip the phone out of his hands to use to finish yourself off, or to simply have him fuck you in the back of the cab brazenly winning over all other thoughts.
He activated the toy again, both the internal vibe and the portion that rested snug against your clit at the same time, resulting in a shudder rippling through you from head to toe.
It ceased, right when he knew you would break, gracing you with a moment of reprieve before swiping his screen again.
"Anders!" you whined, the ability to withdraw from such gratifying pleasure fading with each taunting blow.
Stopping his onslaught, Anders captured your chin with his hand, holding it gently compared to the look he stared you down with, his eyes moving up from your heaving breasts to meet your inebriated, tortured gaze.
“I can smell you,” he whispered, placing a haste kiss on your lips before releasing your face and dipping his head to kiss your neck, and then the crest of your breast. “How aroused you are…" he muttered, his lips pressing onto you through the material of your dress, your stomach flinching as he contacted a ticklish spot. His breath was hot on your hip as it fanned out on the seam between your leg and torso, nearing your core, his mouth leaving a wet stain on the fabric as your scent made his mouth water. His fingers dug into you, his effort to avoid succumbing to such wanton desires disappearing with each tick of the fare meter.
"Fuck, it's so good!” he hissed, the slightly angry tone in his voice strained through clenched teeth spiking your frenzy tenfold as you raked your fingers in his hair and pushed his head further between your legs.
The car came to an abrupt stop, thankfully outside your destination, prompting Anders to sit up and run a hand over the stubble on his face before lifting his bum off the seat to take out his wallet.
Tossing enough bills onto the front seat to cover the trip plus more, Anders thanked the cabbie as he slid out ungracefully due to his erection and over-charged state. "Cheers, mate. You're a legend!"
He extended his hand and pulled you easily from the back, giving your ass a firm smack as he chased you up the stairs and through the glass door, the distance to his flat from the lobby seeming too far than was fair, especially considering he took advantage of it by triggering the toy as much as possible between each door.
Anders unlocked the door, opened and then closed it again before slamming you into it, his hands gathering your dress at your hips to ruck it up over your ass while your fingers tore at his buttons frantically and ripped open his shirt. Backing away from you to shrug out of it completely, he took hold of his phone again, watching as you squeezed your thighs together against the door, being able to see the vibrator in action as it assaulted your clit adding a whole new level to his cruel game.
"Anders, please!" you begged, slapping your palm against the wall beside you when he finally let up on the device.
"Come over here and stop me, then," he challenged, backing up into the kitchen where you followed willingly, his amused smile fuelling your determination to wipe it off his face.
The moment you closed the space between you, Anders lifted you onto the island, and unfastening his belt and trousers, stood between your spread, naked legs.
He kissed you fiercely, his fingers catching in the straps of your dress until he tugged them down your shoulders, your dress left bunched up around your waist, your breasts and sex exposed for him to do as he pleases.
Hooking your fingers in the band of his expertly fitting briefs, you whisked them down to meet his pants in a pool around his ankles, his cock springing free with an alluring bounce.
Crying out as his fingers found your core, you clenched around both him and the vibe, feeling full and beyond the point of holding back any longer, your hips lifting to rock against his hand momentarily before he gripped the obscenely coloured device and removed it from you.
"Mmm, you're so fucking wet," he hummed, his downcast gaze as he turned the vibrator over in his hand providing you a view of his long, golden lashes, the heaviness of his lids hinting at the weight of lust burdening him.
You swallowed thickly, your eyes widening in surprise as you watched him place the toy to his lips to give it a crude suck, his eyelids falling closed and brows cinching together as he tasted your slick, the wag of his cock not going unnoticed as it flexed with endearment; a nod to your impeccable flavour.
The toy bounced past you on the granite countertop, landing somewhere behind you after he tossed it carelessly once satisfied with its use, his eyes darkened with a ferocity you knew all too well as he hungrily glanced over your waiting body.
"I want more," he demanded, slipping his hands beneath your thighs to drag you to the edge of the counter in one swift motion, the momentum causing you to lay flat on your back as your lower half was being suspended in the air and only supported by him.
Your breath shook as he lifted each of your legs onto his shoulders, his eyes as blue as a flame as he hovered over your sex, and finally he gave you what you had been starved of all night.
His moan reverberated through your body, his hands tearing at your flesh eagerly as you clawed at the hard surface under you just as much, your arm shooting out to the side and accidentally sending a wine glass still holding the remains of a Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc from last night to the floor with a crash. Anders' appreciation and worship of you never turned stale, and as you dug your head into the granite in response to the enthusiasm of his ritual, you allowed yourself to plunge in the bliss he was spoiling you with; free now after such making such a sport out of your denial.
Never holding back from letting you know how much he was enjoying this too, Anders continued to hum and moan his appreciation, the neediness for his own release vocalized and sending you into a tailspin, the sound of your desperation mixing with his creating a manic symphony; each swipe of his silver tongue and suck from his convincing lips amping up what was already too much stimulation.
You ground against his face, his stubble adding to the plethora of unearthly sensations, and at the moment you peaked, Anders drove two fingers into your walls that began clenching around nothing, hooking them to massage your g-spot while flicking your swollen bead with his tongue. Dragging out your climax, he pulled your clit between his lips with a firm suck, continuing to berate you with his fingers until your whole body shuddered and eventually relaxed, your mewling dying down to quieter, shorter breaths on account of such immense relief.
The warm light from the overhead pendant made his face glisten as he rose from between your shaking legs and stared you down vehemently, his want for his own pleasure to be sated only increased exponentially by having participated in yours.
It always made your heart flip, never seeing him rush to wipe you from himself - his mouth or otherwise - and as he licked his lips now, his eyes slowly closing as he inhaled deeply, you felt a tingle scurry from the base of your skull to your toes that softly hit the floor; the greed in wanting more brimming dangerously as it followed closely on the heels of what you hadn't yet recovered from.
He was a sight to behold, standing before you proudly but with a sense of impatience as if he had been the one that was edged and perturbed all night; his mortal vessel radiating a godly glow that left you no doubts about his divinity. His skin had a sheen to it, his sweat catching in the thick expanse of curls that trailed down from his chest to his cock that was impossibly engorged and leaking from the tip, and a low growl resounded from him as his belly and chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
It made you smile, seeing him so affected by you, your excitement bubbling up through your stomach in realizing that this session lacked any real physicality up to this point.
His dimples flinched as he clenched his teeth together, his eyes fixed on you as he watched you find the zipper hidden in the side of your dress that was covered by the upper half folding over it, and once it was undone, you let it slip off your curves to the floor.
You smoothed your hands over your naked form, trying to entice him even more although it was completely unnecessary, your skin responding to your touch so sensitively with how charged you still were. Finding your nipples between your fingers, you caught Anders taking hold of his cock to stroke it before you blinked your eyes shut, his irregular breathing encouraging you to explore yourself further.
As you brought your fingers to your folds, Anders' raspy voice cut through the air, his proximity to you now surprising as he stood before you, his hand wrapping around your wrist to guide you in putting more pressure on your tingling clit that made you gasp.
"You still want more?" he chided, almost in a challenging tone. "I don't know if you can handle that…"
His lips brushed yours gently before his teeth captured your bottom one and tugged it, his hand moving yours harder against yourself as he increased the rhythm of his own hand on his cock, pumping it furiously so that his fist nudged your stomach with each pass.
"Please fuck me, Anders," you whined, arching your back so your breasts rubbed on his chest.
"Is that what you want? To come again…around my cock?" he asked, biting back his moan as the sweetest sounding one passed your lips.
"Because you've been such a good girl," he purred, accentuating the two words he knew would turn you into even more of a pleading mess, "I reckon I can."
When you responded with a shudder and moved your fingers faster, he chuckled viciously, even with knowing he wanted it possibly more than you did.
"How do you want me?"
Your voice sounded strangled and almost foreign, being laced with so much lust it seemed unrecognizable to you, even though he'd coaxed this tone out of you on more than one occasion and would a thousand times more.
"Turn around," he barked, unable to play these games any longer.
Doing as you were told, you turned around and bent at your waist, your arms bracing on the countertop, looking back at him over your shoulder with a smolder in your eyes you knew he couldn't resist.
Anders shook his head, your ploy to tempt him further not impressing him as he lined up behind you and ran his hand up your backside too gently for how he was feeling.
His weeping head nudged against your folds, and leaning over you so his body flattened yours closer to the island to gain better access, he peppered kisses across your shoulder blades.
"You looked so beautiful tonight, gorgeous. You did so well for me…"
You whimpered and pressed your hips back, trying to get him to breach your entrance fully, feeling as though your legs would give out beneath you when he finally did.
The difference in size between him and the toy felt drastic in comparison, but with a few drags in and out of you, you adjusted to him, the intoxicating pull in your core making your eyes blur as the hot pink vibrator laying forgotten near the kitchen sink became out of focus.
Anders didn't refrain from taking from you what he needed, smacking against you wildly as he chased his end, having held off for so long already taking its toll on him.
Hearing his grunts of effort change into an amused laughter behind you, your own lips curled up in a delighted grin, your whole body tingling from affection as he praised you.
"You feel so fucking good, you have no idea!"
Keeping his pace, Anders slammed into you with more calculated thrusts, his head hitting that sweet spot inside you that made you barrel faster toward a second point of bliss, his sack swinging forward to hit your clit with just the right amount of contact to draw you even closer to climax.
"Anders!" you cried, desperate for another release.
"That's it, baby, come for me! I'm right there with you," he groaned, his smile decorating the sound of his words. Reaching around you, he found your clit, strumming his fingers against it as if you were an instrument, coaxing the most beautiful music from you that only encouraged him on.
Lewd, wet sounds mixed with his unhinged laugh and your wails that became increasingly louder as he successfully tossed you into the throes of another orgasm; the utter glee that Anders found in carnal pleasures unabashed.
You tightened around him, choking him until he stuttered and growled as he pulsed inside you, the noises he made equally as shameless as he surrendered to his pleasure.
Your eyes remained closed as you worked at steadying your breathing and returning your heart rate to normal, the sound of Anders doing the same resonating in your ears as you sighed out sedately, now able to register the cool temperature of the countertop compared to the heat radiating from you as your fingertips splayed over it.
Pulling out of you as he began to soften, he chuckled with satisfaction, watching your combined spend spill out and leak down your thigh, the mess making you shuffle your legs together as you stood upright.
His hands landed on your waist while his lips teased the dewy skin on your neck, the scruff on his cheeks and chin making you shiver and lean back against his chest. Turning you around to face him, his eyes seemed to glow as he looked at you; a brightness enhancing them that made you want to do whatever it took to pull that expression out of him all the time.
"Was that worth it?" he smiled against your lips, leaning in to kiss you multiple times, the playfulness he'd exuded all evening not lost.
Smoothing your hands up his back, you scratched through his hair at the base of his neck, combing your fingers over his scalp until he tipped his head back and groaned with delight.
"It definitely was."
Guiding his head forward using your hands, you kissed him hungrily, melting into him again as he met the swirl of your tongue with matched fervor, his voice a low rumble when he broke away from you.
"Good. Now, come on, I'm taking you to bed."
Anders took hold of your hand and led you to the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder to flash a terribly mischievous grin along with his dimples that told you your night was far from over.
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Another Sanders Summerbang collab! This time from @thedastrash who wrote an incredible fic and was wonderfully enthusiastic about my suggestion of this pairing. <3
In the Pounding of My Heart
Written by @thedastrash , Art by me <3
Rating: E
Archive Warnings: None
Relationship: Sebastian Vael/Anders
Summary:
Sebastian finds out about one of Anders & Hawke's sexcapades and he finds that he can't stop thinking about Anders.
#dragon age#dragon age fan art#dragon age 2#da2 fanart#my art#anders dragon age#sebastian vael#da2#Sebastian Vael x Anders#Confessional smut#I love this one so much
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dick sharing reader with kori (iykwim) bcos he’s SUCH gentleman
bro...bRO...BRO I LOVE YOU
idk why but I immedietly pictured him guiding your head up and down as you suck kory's strap and giving you so much praise ("such a good girl for us;" "you look so beautiful choking on her cock like that, baby;" "you like it when I force you to take her all the way in your pretty mouth of yours, don't you?"). IT SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM TBH.
and also having her ride your face as he fucks you into oblivion and them just absolutely destroying you with their dirty talk. you would be trying so hard to focus on eating kory out but dick was making the task basically impossible for you due to him constantly pounding that one spot in side you and flicking your clit until your whining and wriggling with oversensitivity underneath them.
fuck i love dickkory SO MUCH. please, send me more dickkory thoughts (poly!dickkory or just unholy verse in general). i am a whore for them!!!!!
#MY LOVES!!!#I just want to be in a dickkory sandwich right now#honestly that sounds really nice: just cuddling them when it's cold out and being underneath the blankets and giving each other soft kisses#that sounds like a DREAM#dickkory#dickkory smut#dick grayson smut#kory anders smut#koriand'r#koriand'r smut#julia.writes#ask julia#anon#anonymous#unholy verse
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Most days are more or less the same. They wake up, go to work, tend to the grounds and those in their employ, rehearse a while, end the night with a show or two, and then he takes Kory home to fuck her until they’re both too tired to hold their heads up. It’s everything he ever wanted and it’s far too much to lose.
“Are you watching me sleep again?” She mumbles, her eyes still shut. There’s a sheen of gold eyeshadow left behind from the night before that glimmers in the climbing sunshine.
“No,” he lies, trying not to laugh at himself.
She opens her eyes and smiles wide. “Liar.”
He scoots forward to embrace her, sliding his hand under the sheets so he can touch her soft, heated skin. There are scars there, mostly faded beyond notice, but the raised, jagged one along her side always gives him a moment of pause.
Sometimes when they make love and he’s lost in the moment he’ll drag his lips over it, and she always shudders just so, and subtly tries to move him away. It can’t be because she’s self conscious, she doesn’t know the meaning of the word, it’s something else, something neither of them ever bring up.
They tussle around in the sheets until his head slips away, and the next thing he knows his fingers are inside her and she’s keening lowly into his ear. It’s been six months since they started this and he can barely imagine how he survived before.
His fingers, still slick with her excitement, crawl up to intertwine with hers, and he slides his erection all of the way in, looking intensely at her face as he starts to move, watching the way her expression contorts with the sensation of him. It makes him feel proud, knowing he can do this to her, his fancy Philadelphia princess, always so on top of everything, always in command of every room she clacks her heels in. He likes to go slow at first, so slow it drives her absolutely mad, makes her yearn, makes her say please, makes her unravel
Excerpt from Tiger Boy and The Witch Girl, Ch. 5
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Andres/fenris/nathaniel prompt: grey warden sandwich which Nate starts with “Hey, Fenris, did you know that Anders finds tattoos on elves absolutely irresistible?”
Hullo my beloved, and happy Friday welllll past your bedtime 💜 that's a direct continuation of this.
for @dadrunkwriting
When Fenris asked him to stay, Nate was hesitant, but that worried defiance on Anders’ face as he approached them made it an easy decision. Fenris was right: he couldn’t just leave him again. Not that he really did the leaving seven years ago so much as watch Anders do it.
I’m not the man I was, Nate.
Maker, what had happened to him after that day in the forest? How was he so different, yet exactly the same? You wouldn’t like this one as much anyway. It was clear Anders believed it too. Believed whatever he’d been through had made him unloveable.
“What Andraste’s oversized bloomers are you doing?” Anders demanded as he closed in on them. “Not telling him about all the dumb shit I did in Vigil’s Keep, are you?”
“Haven’t had the time.” Now, before I lose my nerve. Anders had pushed him away before, but it had been with regret, not rejection. A fear of hurting Fenris. And now Fenris had invited him to their home and their bed. Anders’ bed, at least. Nate stood quickly, dragging Fenris up behind him, and looped an arm around Anders’ waist as he cupped his jaw. “But I’ll make it later.”
Anders’ eyes bounced from Nate to Fenris with a mixture of shock and confusion, and Nate could feel his heart racing under his skin. “I don’t - what?”
Fenris’ arm joined his against Anders’ back, and a breath ghosted across Nate’s knuckles as he kissed the side of Anders’ chin. “If you wish it, he’ll be returning home with us.”
“I -” Anders started shaking, so much that Nate worried he might fall over. Or pass out. Cracks of blue appeared, then Justice was there instead, looking at Fenris curiously. “Why?”
The sudden reappearance of the spirit while Nate’s arms were around him was unsettling, but Fenris barely reacted. As if this was a normal thing. Perhaps it was. “No justice is served in denying him this.” Fenris stroked the spirit’s face with his thumb. “He’s lost enough. And too many times over.”
Justice swayed toward Fenris, eye’s fluttering like his touch was pure bliss, then rested his head on his shoulder for a moment. “He would like that.” Then he twisted slightly to fix Nate with a piercing gaze. “You will not hurt him again.”
What could Nate say to that? ‘Don’t host any more spirits and it won’t be an issue?’ He swallowed and shook his head. “I never meant -”
“Nathaniel.” Justice’s voice was low. Not quite a threat, but a promise. “I have safeguarded him from much, and at great cost. You will swear not to hurt him or you will leave now.”
He couldn’t bear to walk away. Not with Anders so close. “I swear. I won’t be able to stay, but I won’t - it won’t be like last time.”
The light faded, and Nate was holding a mostly-mortal man again. Anders blinked and squinted, then reached up to touch his face. “Justice confirmed this isn’t the Fade.” His voice had that same edge to it that it did when he’d asked the Commander why he hadn’t just handed him over to Rylock all those years ago. Like he didn’t believe his good fortune, either that he deserved it or that it was happening at all.
“It’s not,” Nate said quietly, resisting the urge to pull him out of Fenris’ arms and into his own. “I’m here.”
“We both are,” Fenris murmured.
They didn’t all share a tent that night: Anders slept in Fenris’ arms, if his spooning sleep habits hadn’t changed, and Nate tossed and turned in a bedroll outside. He was glad for it: Fenris may have suggested the whole thing, but Anders was obviously worried, and Nate didn’t want to sow any more chaos in his life that he already had. And the tents they had were too small for three grown men, anyway.
Breakfast was a quick casual affair. Anders made tea, Hawke passed out a few chunks of bread, and Isabela and Fenris put away the tents. The air had a strange tension to it; nothing bad, but expectant. Hawke eyed Nate suspiciously, and leaned down to whisper something in Anders’ ear. He shook his head, and patted their shoulder.
Hawke didn’t look entirely satisfied, but shrugged, kissed his cheek, then grabbed their bag and headed out with Bela. “Be good, boys!”
Fenris snorted softly as he pulled his pack over his shoulder and helped him up. “Did you tell them?”
Anders leaned against him with a fond exasperated sigh. “You know how Bela is - probably was peeking out the tent flap all last night.”
Their easy chatter made Nate’s heart hurt. Who was he to get in the middle of that? An ex-lover who’d functionally left him for dead. I should go. Now, before I hurt him again. He’d promised Justice he wouldn’t, but what did that mean? Certainly, he’d never intentionally do anything to him, but he’d never meant to hurt him before either.
“Nate?” Anders' voice was right next to him, and concerned. Fenris was scattering the remainder of the fire, giving them some illusion of privacy, but Nate had no doubt he was listening. Anders chewed at his lip. “You don’t - I mean, if this all is just some kind of fucked up apology, I don’t want it. There’s - you did the best you could.”
What could he say to that? “Justice doesn’t seem to think so.”
“Justice is still irritated that Sigrun stole his dagger.” He smiled shakily. “How is she?”
Gone with Velanna, looking for her sister. “I haven’t heard from her in a while.” He took a deep breath and nodded toward Fenris. “You love him?”
He swallowed and looked away. “We’ve been through . . . a lot together.”
Too serious a question to get a serious answer. Nate tried another tactic. “You like him,” he teased softly, taking the same tone that Sigrun has always used to get him out of his head when he was compulsively reorganizing the infirmary.
It worked. The looming storm clouds of worry scattered and suddenly Anders, the real Anders, the man he’d loved for years was back, standing next to him and elbowing him playfully. “Who told?”
“So you’re not staring at him like you’re thinking about licking him like a frozen dessert?” he asked dryly.
“Who wouldn’t?” Anders shrugged and grinned. “And you’re staring too, so put up or shut up.”
He had a point. Several. Fenris was extremely attractive, and moved with a leonine grace and control that Nate couldn’t help but admire. And those marks, whatever they were, simply accentuated his beauty and made him almost otherworldly.
In fact . . .
Nate raised his voice. “Hey, Fenris, did you know that Anders finds tattoos on elves absolutely irresistible?”
Anders went white then pink as Fenris turned around. “Does he now?” His gaze swept up them both, And it wasn’t just Anders who shivered. “He’s never mentioned it before.”
“D-didn’t want to give Merrill the wrong idea,” Anders stuttered, elbowing him in the gut and starting to babble in the delightfully flustered way Nate had always found so charming.
“No, these are much better simple decorations.” He cocked his head at Nate. “What do you propose?”
“What do you have time for?” He reached up to press a thumb against Anders’ lips.
Anders sucked on it greedily as he pawed at Nate’s belt, then whined as Fenris was suddenly behind him, grabbing his wrists and tugging them behind his back. “I have all the time in the world,” Fenris murmured, “But I’d like to hear your proposal first. Indoors. By a fire. And with him already naked and begging.”
#da drunk writing circle#nathaniel howe#anders#fenris#anders x fenris#nathaniel howe x anders#DA2#Finding Nathaniel Quest#fanfic writing#pre-fennanders#smut adjacent#prompt fills
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" DID YOU HEAR THAT ? " celestina goes , glancing at the front door -- where she swore that she heard a knock on the wood , swallowing the dry lump in her throat , chewing down on her lower lip , almost nervous . " i heard something . . "
celestina anders / open to : anyone ! @indiestarter.
giving halloween , cabin in the woods vibes .
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