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18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.
"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"
“But I love riding his dick daddy” You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.
"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"
"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.
"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.
"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.
"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"
"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.
"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"
"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.
"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.
Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.
"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"
"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-
"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"
"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.
"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.
"Off to bed, Bambi"
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Black Sweatpants (Roman Reigns)
Why did the Tribal Chief arrive late to the Pat McAfee Show? Based on Roman's appearance on March 22 2024. Pat was forced to cut a promo on the fly because Roman took too long to come out 😂
Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC
Word Count: 1.8k
Warning: Smut
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You knew he would get out there late, and you accepted full responsibility. But given the way you were getting dicked down right now, it was totally worth it.
Your blood-red lace thong dangled from your right ankle as Roman jackhammered into you, his thick shaft stuffed inside your tender walls. Biting down on your bottom lip, you wrapped your arms tight around the big man, long-awaited pleasure coursing down your spine all the way to your pastel-colored toes as he pounded you out in the corner of the spacious locker room.
"Oh, ohhh fuck," you couldn't help but cry out at one particularly deep thrust.
"Keep it down before someone comes in here," he growled. Hunched over you, the wicked gleam in his eyes watching you struggle to suppress your moans, told you he was relishing every second of your agony.
"I'm trying, you ain't helping," you whined back.
"Not hard enough," he countered, nudging your legs wider and making you watch his dick disappear inside your wetness. He slapped your hand away when you placed it on his abs to push him back because he was getting too deep. "Naw, you wanted this dick all day, you better take it now..."
When you ordered the new all-black hoodie and joggers set from Nike for Roman, you knew he would look good in it. However, when he returned for his scheduled private flight to Iowa for Pat McAfee's show wearing it, you didn't expect him to look that good. And you certainly did not expect his dick print to be on display like that. You had endured three tortuous weeks of no sex because he'd been away spending time with his two kids he shared with his ex-wife. So you were excited to have him back, and judging from that not-so-little bulge between his legs, he was excited to see you too. You could all but see it, that long, thick brown cock that time and again wreaked the unholiest of havoc in you, protruding against the cotton material and calling for your attention. But the man had the gall to play hard to get, deliberately spurning your advances, acting all platonic and professional, like the rest of his team didn't already know you were lovers. Never one to back down, you ramped up your actions, rubbing his inner thigh throughout the flight and on the ride to Field House, brushing your body against him every chance you got, teasing him right back, trying to get him to crack. As soon as he ordered everyone out of his locker room just minutes after arriving, you knew you succeeded.
Roman planted wet kisses along the side of your neck, the soft prickles of his thick beard unleashing another flood between your legs. His hulking body stretched over yours, his sweatpants rolled down to just underneath the curve of his ass cheeks for the purpose of this quickie. He was so hard inside you, demanding your pleasure as he impaled you with no mercy, his tempo hot and frenetic from the very start. His big hand slipped from your breast downwards to twirl his fingertips around your clit, your throaty whines music to his ears as your sweet moisture pooled around his fingers. The squelching noise pierced the air that was already thickened by your heavy breaths and his hips smacking into yours.
"Mmm, wet as fuck, just the way I like it," Roman grunted, leaning down to suckle on your left nipple, his saliva smearing the puckered skin when he released it with a wet pop, "I can tell you was goin' crazy without this dick, right, baby?"
"Yes, and yet your punk ass still ignored me all day, too fuckin' busy making your damn TikTok videos," you griped.
"Quit your whining, Daddy always gives you what you want in the end. Unh, how you feel so good all the time? I love it," he moaned, his brown irises rolling back briefly before they landed on yours again in an intense stare. Through the lustful haze of passion, you felt your heart thumping rapidly inside your chest as you looked into his eyes. It didn't matter if you were having sex or not; it always sped up in his mere presence.
You fell in love with him not long after you became his personal assistant a year and a half ago. You worked hard to please him, on the job and off it, and he showed you his gratitude in a plethora of ways, carnal and otherwise. You were a walking cliché, but you couldn't care less, not when it bagged you a man like that. The sex appeal oozed from his pores. He was confident and self-assured and had worked his ass off to get to where he was today. He got along with all of his team, was a decent and fair employer, and was generous to a fault, showering his staff with presents on birthdays and Christmases. The diamond pendant he gifted you for Valentine's Day currently hid between your cleavage he was kneading with his big hands. He was everything you could ask for in a boss and a boyfriend, which was honestly an impressive feat.
You placed one hand behind his neck and tugged him down to flick your tongue inside his warm mouth. His thrusts remained indulgent as you kissed hungrily, branding you, marking you, wiping out everything from your mind except the euphoric feeling that engulfed you every time he kissed and fucked you dumb. He pushed your dress further up your waist and gathered your supple ass cheek in his competent hand, lifting you right up against him. He was all up in your stomach and your walls suckled his cock greedily, holding him in a vice-like grip. The gruff yet sensual sounds pouring from him teased your core, making you need more of it, more of him.
"Awww, shit, yes," Your eyes fluttered shut when he began to wind his hips, circling clockwise and then in reverse, the head of his cock churning your sweet spot, his triumphant growl accompanying every thrust. In and out, in and out, the erotic loop punctuated by the low, husky groans of your Tribal Chief, causing your head to rock back from blinding bliss. "Ooooh baby, baby right there, ahh," you whimpered.
"Uh huh, I'm deep in that shit. Got this pussy feelin' good, huh?" Roman said, his haughty taunts disappearing in another moan as your pussy rippled around his dick over and over. He kept up his grinding strokes which seemed to intensify the throatier and more desperate your moans grew, as though the mere sound of them fueled his ruthlessness. His paw curled around your throat, his display of dominance leaving you a sopping, dripping mess as he made you take every inch of him. You were dizzy, on the verge of falling apart, and your body burned for release, yet all you could do was hold on while this man continued to destroy you, rendering you helpless and pathetic and under his heady spell.
"I'm gonna come, Daddy," you gasped. Your fingernails clawed at his forearm holding your neck, moaning his name as he fucked you harder, making sure there was no way you would last long with the kind of pounding he was giving you right now.
"Mmm-hmm, come on my dick, give it to me," he ordered, barely hanging on himself. He groaned as your pussy walls held his cock hostage, making him swell inside you as his climax beckoned. "Fuck, babe, ahhh, fuck..."
Burying your face in his broad chest, you barely kept your scream muffled as your orgasm tore through you, your body arching, legs trembling around his waist as you came hard. Time and space and coherence blurred into one sensual puddle. His heavy weight almost smothered you as he chased his own orgasm, his eyes glazing over in a telltale sign that he was right there with you. His hips jerked as his dick began to throb and twitch inside you, and you gasped at the feel of his seed spilling inside your walls, his big body shivering from the force of his release, his deep voice exhaling guttural moans as he succumbed to you. It felt so good, feeling him fall with you, toppling over the precipice of pleasure together.
After he finally caught his breath, Roman shifted back a bit to observe you, taking in your face, flushed with satisfaction, your lips plumped and ravaged by his own. You looked damn beautiful, and he showed you by brushing your mouths together in the gentlest, sweetest kisses.
"Happy now?" he smirked.
You grinned from ear to ear. "Very happy, Daddy. I've missed you. Love you so much."
"I love you too, baby," he replied with one last soft kiss, both of you moaning as his drained dick slipped out of your warm confines. You dragged yourself to a seated position when he climbed off you and hurriedly tugged his pants back up. Adjusting your dress, you checked your watch and sighed. "Great, you're two minutes behind schedule. You're not even mic'd up yet," you said, fishing out Roman's bottle of Jean-Paul Gaultier cologne from his backpack and giving the room a few quick spritzes to stifle the cloying scent of your latest sexscapade.
"Well, Pat's gonna have to wait," he answered flippantly as he raked his hair back into its trademark bun. He watched you reach for your underwear that had tangled around your foot and beat you to the punch, snatching up the tiny scrap of lingerie and tucking it into his back pocket.
"Roman!" you exclaimed.
"What? It's mine now," he declared, grabbing his gold championship belt and standing to his full height. You bit your lip as you drank him in, your gaze stopping between his sturdy thighs. You just had sex but you found yourself getting aroused again.
"Your dick print is still showing," you pointed out, licking your lips reflexively.
"Course it is, I got that thang on me," he bragged, smoothing his big hand over his groin, his body tingling from the memory of your delicious warmth. Noticing the heat in your eyes, he smiled that suggestive half-smile of his and tapped your backside. "Down, baby girl, Daddy's gotta go to work. You can have me all you want after TV tonight."
As you followed him out of the locker room and stepped into the cold sunshine, you caught the slightly pronounced limp in your man's walk, his glowing, kiss-swollen features, the extra width in his smile, and beamed with pride.
Yeah, I did that shit.
THE END
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Another short one. Thoughts?
I have a few more Roman ones I'm working on and hope to get out soon.
Thank you all so much for reading!
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BAD BLOOD pt 3
Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller
Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), perv!Joel, dark!Joel, dark!reader, dubconned!Tommy, mention of f!oral, mention of mfm, fingering, semi public, cum eating, degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, alcohol consumption, swearing, reader wears makeup.
Summary: Joel and Tommy take you out and things get heated.
Word count: 5,8k
A/n: it took me longer than I planned but pt 3 is finally here. I really hope you’ll like it! Kisses and hugs to everyone who has given love to the series💖 I’m very grateful!! Special thank you to @milla-frenchy for the support! Ily baby❤️
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You’re sitting at your vanity putting final touches to your makeup. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and your pussy is tingling as the anticipation of the night electrifies your nerves.
You can’t believe that it’s finally going to happen. You’ve been imagining it for so long. Every holiday, every family visit to your college, every time you saw your stepdad the desire for him ignited your core. You imagined him taking you in your bed, claiming your pussy under the secrecy of the night. You wished he would send your mom to hell, close the door in her face and take you in your dorm room. You dreamt of him fucking you on your desk and making you squirt all over the books. You’ve craved that cock and the man attached to it for so long and today you’re finally going to get it all.
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“Can you hurry up?” Joel’s booming voice startles you and your hand jerks making your eyeliner too thick. “Tommy’s waiting at the car and getting on my nerves, fidgety fucker.”
You see your step uncle’s reflection in the mirror and exclaim not turning to him, “Fuck! Stop creeping on me! Go away!”
Despite your words you quickly check him out through the mirror. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a cardigan with the lowest V neck you’ve ever seen. Your mouth waters when you see his naked chest.
The man curses and steps into your bedroom shutting the door behind him. You turn swiftly, raising your hand in a stop gesture.
“No. Get out! You’re not coming on my face again. I just did my makeup,” you turn back to the mirror and start fixing your ruined eyeliner barely moving your lips to talk, “tonight is about Tommy and me anyway.”
“In love with your stepdad. Fuckin’ hell!” Joel chuckles, walking to your bed. He sits down and places the elbows on his thighs. His voice gets serious, “I want you to remember what you promised me, angel. No back outs.”
“I’m not in love, Joel. Just wanna fuck him. I’m gonna do everything the way we planned, ok? I can’t believe he’s still talking to you. After what you’ve done.”
Joel rubs his beard hiding a smile. “Told him you wanted to find out if he’d fuck you and I obliged. Then I just made big eyes ‘What?! She recorded it? No way! What a bitch!’ He ate it up,” he adds, looking pleased with himself.
You finally turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Oh, so he thinks you’re innocent?!”
“Tommy knows that I’m far from innocent. But you…”, he points his index finger at you, “your stunt shocked him. His sweet stepdaughter, blackmailing him into fucking her.. Shit!” He adjusts himself and you lick your lips shooting a glance at his bulge.
You turn back to the mirror and silence fills the bedroom while you’re applying your lipstick. You feel Joel's heavy gaze on you until his gruff voice breaks it, “This color will look great smeared on my balls, baby.”
You scoff at his words but don’t say anything. You can’t deny that the desire to suck him off has been growing exponentially since the moment he slapped you in the backyard. Especially when you saw his fat cock that morning. Now you really want that bonus he promised stuffed into your pussy.
When the makeup is done you get up and walk to the bed. Your short black dress with sheer sleeves is laid out next to Joel who’s manspreading his thick thighs. His knee touches your bare leg and you step away furrowing your brows and whine, “Can you leave? I need to change.” Your voice lacks confidence as in reality you want him to stay and watch but it’s hard to admit that this man who looks more like a pimp than a contractor makes your pussy tingle.
“What’s the matter, angel? We’re family, no need to be shy around me.”
You roll your eyes and shift on your feet contemplating your next move. After a few moments your hands rise up to untie your robe. You open it not turning away from Joel and throw it off your shoulders fully exposing yourself. The robe pools at your feet as you’re looking at him with defiance.
Joel’s expression is serious and pensive. He takes you in like you’re an object on display in a shop window. You hold your breath fearing that any degrading comment thrown your way now might really hurt you. But a wave of relief washes over you when you see him breathe in sharply, lean back on his hand, spreading his legs wider and palming his bulge.
“What if I give you my bonus right now, angel. I feel generous.”
Triumph seizes you when you see the signs of his desire - your power over him. You have an upper hand and now it’s your turn to smirk.
“Don’t think so, step uncle. Need to ask my daddy first.”
You turn around and walk to the dresser hearing the man chuckle. You feel his gaze on your ass and push it out a little to give him a better view.
You open the top drawer and look through your panties and bras wanting to choose a perfect set for tonight.
You hear your bed creak and then the heat of Joel’s body warms up your bare back and ass.
“Want me to help you choose, angel? I know what my brother likes.”
“I was thinking this one,” you muse picking up a red lacy set and showing it to him.
“Fuck, it’s hot, baby. Suits you well. Slutty,” he comments and then leans lower, his lips are brushing your ear as he whispers, “but don’t forget your role, angel. You’re his innocent stepdaughter. He thinks he hates that he wants to fuck you but he fuckin’ loves it. He’s as twisted as me, just hides it.”
He raises his arms at your sides caging you between his massive biceps and searches through the drawer. He’s looking over your shoulder and when his hot wet exhale hits your naked breasts, your nipples get hard. He picks up a light pink mesh set, decorated with cute little white hearts.
“Wear this one and he’ll bust his nut as soon as he sees you”.
“I kinda need him to last,” you murmur but decide to follow his advice.
The thoughts are jumbled in your head as Joel’s low voice and hot breath on your naked skin are making you weak. You press your thighs together chasing any relief from the ache in your core. You feel cold air on your wet pussy. His bulge grazes the hollow of your ass and you bite your lip trying to swallow a whimper that is crawling up your throat.
“Yeah, it’s a good one,” you say, your voice soft and breathy. You want to take the lingerie from him but he doesn’t let you and pulls his hand away.
“I’ll help, angel.” You hear shuffling and turn around slightly to see him get on one knee behind you. He looks up at you, still dominant even in this position and your breath hitches.
Suddenly his hands grip your thighs and he turns you around. His face is so close to your pussy now your clit tingles and you gush more.
He drops his head and brings the panties to your feet. Your mouth parts with a surprise.
“Come on,” he hurries you and you step into the underwear, one foot and then the other. He hums with satisfaction and pulls them up, his hands brushing your legs and tickling your skin making it erupt in goosebumps. He notices your body’s reaction to his touch and stops his hands mid thigh looking straight at your pussy.
“Joel,” you whine as a sudden surge of shyness grasps you.
He seems not to hear. He leans closer to your mound and you gasp when his nose pushes into the spot just above your seam.
Then he plants a soft kiss on your mound and you take a deep breath as the desire overwhelms you. You want his mouth on you with fierce desperation, your mind is empty and only one thought is swirling through it, “do it do it, do it.”
You shut your eyes ready to drown in pleasure and hear his soft and seductive voice as his breath warms your skin, “Who’s gonna eat your pussy tonight, angel, me or your stepdaddy?”
You can’t help but imagine them both between your thighs and you moan dropping down your head and running your fingers through his hair.
To your disappointment Joel pulls the panties up and doesn’t stop until your pussy lips swallow the sheer fabric. It presses on your clit and you take a sharp breath as a surge of need ignites your core.
You lift one leg, brace your hand on the dresser behind you and put your thigh over his broad shoulder giving him a perfect view of your pussy. Then your hand darts to pull the material to the side and you bite your lower lip as his hot breath hits your wet skin. Joel growls and raises his eyes at you. His gaze is so dark the irises are hardly visible. You’re sure your pupils are as blown as his.
“Want uncle to lick your pretty pussy?” he asks softly but you hear a trace of mockery in his voice. Your need suffocates your pride and you answer him by gliding your foot up and down his muscular back.
He hums and leans closer to your center. You hold your breath in anticipation and run your fingers through his hair ready to tug on them when he finally eats you out. But you furrow your brows and blink in confusion when he presses his cheek to your folds and stills. “What are you..?”
Suddenly he moves his head up and down against your sensitive pussy rubbing it with his rough scruff. You cry out and jump back away from him.
“What the fuck, Joel?! It hurts!” you’re fuming looking at your burning folds while he chuckles getting up from the floor with a grunt.
“Just wanted to save your scent, baby,” he laughs rubbing his beard and you shout at him to get out putting on a bra.
“You have 5 minutes,” he says, still chuckling as he leaves the room.
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When you finally step outside the house you see the brothers smoking by Joel’s truck. Jess took your stepdad’s car to go on a spa retreat and her plans to waste Tommy’s money pampering herself coincided perfectly with your plans to fuck her husband.
You bite your lip when you see Tommy wearing a black western shirt and dark jeans. Your heart sings at the thought that he wanted to look good to take you out.
Tommy quickly looks you over, trying to hide his interest but you notice his gaze slide over your body tightly enveloped by the slinky dress.
Joel on the other hand doesn’t hide anything. “Looking good, baby,” he comments shamelessly adjusting his bulge.
“Let’s go,” you say, coming up to the truck and batting your lashes at Tommy, “Daddy, will you keep me company in the back?”
“Sweetheart...” Tommy starts talking with an unsure expression but you pout your lips, mouthing, “please”.
He sighs and gets in the back seat. A little part of you wonders if he’s pushed by your threat or genuine desire to be close to you. But you shut this little voice down reminding yourself that the result is what’s important.
When you get into the car your dress rides up exposing even more of your thighs but you don’t bother tugging it down.
Joel starts the engine and backs out of the driveway while you’re looking around at the interior of his truck. It’s surprisingly tidy and you’re genuinely impressed until your gaze raises up and to your shock you see your panties hanging on the rear view mirror. Your jaw drops and you’re about to shout at Joel when you stop yourself. You realize that the perv must have picked them up from the floor of your room that morning and you’re not eager to let your stepdad know about your fun time with your step uncle.
So you shut your mouth and see Joel winking at you in the mirror.
Tommy on the other hand reacts as soon as he sees it, “God, Joel, take this thing off!”
“Why?” His older brother asks with defiance driving through the town streets with one hand on the wheel.
Tommy just sighs, not even trying to come up with a reason.
You’re squirming in your seat praying that Joel doesn’t mention whose panties are now swinging in front of the windshield. You almost moan with relief when he turns on some classic rock and doesn’t say anything.
Your eyes keep shooting at Tommy from time to time who’s looking out of the window. You hate that he’s so far so you unbuckle your seat belt and slide over closer to him. You trace a wedding band on his finger getting his attention. He snaps his head your way, brows furrowed.
“Get back in your seat. ‘s dangerous.”
You take his hand and bring it up to your lips as he’s watching you closely. You press your cheek to his knuckles and rub your face against his hand.
“Love when you worry about me, daddy,” you purr into his hand and then place it on your thigh that’s further from him.
You put your hand over his and make him squeeze your naked flesh.
“Keep me safe, please,” you breathe out feeling his palm against your skin, so close to your pussy and at the same time torturously far.
“I ain’t a seat belt, sweetie,” Tommy mumbles looking down at your skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch. He takes a sharp breath and lifts his hips before spreading his legs a little wider. You notice his bulge has grown bigger and you close your eyes for a second trying to calm down but sink even deeper in the sticky pit of desire. You think about moving his hand to your inner thigh and then closer towards your pussy. His fingers would immediately find your panties soaked and if he slid his thumb under the fabric he could easily find your throbbing clit and …
“Hey, lovebirds!” Joel rumbles and you snap your eyes open as he interrupts your daydreaming.
Tommy clears his throat feeling his brother's eyes on him in the car mirror and his hand flies away from your thigh. You curse Joel inwardly for ruining the moment.
Joel’s head turns to you slightly as he asks, “how about we skip the restaurant and get a motel, huh?”
You know that you’re the one he’s asking because Tommy has no say in any of this thanks to the recording you have on your phone.
“I’m not some cheap hooker you picked up at a gas station, Joel. I can’t just jump into bed with you,” you reply, putting your seatbelt back on.
Joel laughs and your stomach burns with rage. You’re fed up with his mocking, his attitude, his cockiness.
“What’s so fucking funny, old man?” You spit out at him grinding your teeth.
“Fuck, baby,” he says locking eyes with you in the mirror, “I don’t remember buying you dinner before I jizzed all over your pretty face a few days ago?”
“You WHAT?!” Tommy exclaims and your heart falls into your stomach. As long as you’ve known him you never heard him raise his voice like that, maybe only watching sports but never at a person. Especially Joel. He scoots forward in his seat to get closer to Joel and grabs his arm. “Have you fucked her already?” Joel seems absolutely unfazed as he replies in his usual “fuck y’all” tone, “No, I haven, Tommy, relax. We just fooled around. The princess wanted to come and I helped her.”
Tommy’s head snaps in your direction and you squeeze your body into the seat as fear grips your heart. He looks livid, eyes are scorching you under the furrowed brows, lips form a tight line in anger or disappointment. You feel small under his stare and stammer weakly, “d..daddy, he didn’t… ”
He suddenly gets closer to you, leans in, grabs your hand and squeezes it in his. It’s not painful but his strength and wrath make your breath hitch and your pussy clenches around nothing as the fear affects you like an aphrodisiac.
“If he fucks your needy hole before I do, believe my words, sweetie, I won’t touch you. You can put that recording of me on national television I don’t give a fuck. Got it?” He throws the words at you as his eyes are boring into yours.
You whimper as his face is so close you feel his breath on your parted lips. Realizing that he’s waiting for your answer you nod hastily and he gets back in his seat.
You feel your world tilting and turning upside down. Your stepdad, the calmest, softest man you know just shouted at his brother and said all that to you.
Tommy’s still fuming, clenching and unclenching his fist resting on his thigh and you wonder why it stirred him up that much. Why has his possessiveness burst out now? It was the first time you witnessed his passion for you. Is it sibling rivalry? Insecurity? Or did he finally let himself do what he’d wanted? You ask yourself these questions before you see Joel watch you through the mirror. He looks smug and you try to make your expression neutral not to give him the satisfaction.
You glance out of the window and your anxiety spikes up again seeing that you’re almost at the place you’ve picked.
“Oh, fuck no!” Tommy exclaims seeing where you three are going. “Are you fucking kidding me? You know that it’s Jess’ favorite place. How am I gonna look with you grinding against me all night?” He’s shooting daggers at you and you take a deep breath trying to find the right words.
“Tommy, listen. This restaurant is the only ok place in this shithole of a town. And I promise I’ll behave,”
Mistrust is painted on his face but seeing you shaken and nervous calms him down a bit.
“No ‘daddies’!” he demands pointing his finger at you.
“No “daddies,” you promise with sadness in your voice.
He points his finger at Joel next, “You too! None of your usual shit!”
Joel raises his hands and brows acting like he’s never done anything wrong in his life. You scuff but turn your pleading gaze at Tommy.
“And we leave when I say we leave!”
You hate losing your upper hand in the situation but your pussy is throbbing for him now, so dominant and rough, and you decide to submit this time.
You all get out of the car and Tommy stomps to the restaurant still angry. Having stayed alone with Joel you use the opportunity and grab his arm to stop him.
“Why have you said it? About the morning? I thought we were on the same page.”
“We are, angel.” Joel replies, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in the direction of the entrance, “I know my brother. He always wants something I don’t have. He must be ecstatic seeing how hungry you’re for him. I just fiddled with his toy a bit and now he wants it even more.”
His hand grabs your ass and you slap it off getting away from him as you see Tommy watch you two waiting at the door.
You can’t believe that Joel is manipulating his brother so easily. But his words have reassured you and you feel less agitated.
When the brothers and you step into the restaurant, a host greets Tommy by the name and you see the confusion hiding behind his features at Mr Miller’s unusual company.
He asks about Jess and you cringe rolling your eyes so far up your head, the host gets even more flustered.
He leads you to your table and you settle down.
A waiter brings you the menus and you order a glass of red wine, adding “Please, you two, no hard liquor, we have a long night ahead of us,” Tommy chokes on his water as the waiter slightly raises his eyebrow.
Joel gets a beer and Tommy follows suit. When the waiter leaves your stepdad glares at you.
“You promised to behave.”
“I am behaving. I just don’t want you to forget why we’re here.”
Joel chimes in, leaning back against his chair with a grunt, “And why exactly are we here, baby?”
“I want us to get to know each other better.”
“We’re family, angel, I know everything there is about you.”
“Really? What’s my favorite color, Joel,” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.
“The color of my brother’s dick?” Joel asks and you burst into giggles while Tommy mumbles profanities under his breath.
When the drinks arrive Joel starts asking Tommy about his work and you’re surprised to notice how the older brother eases him up. They talk and you listen, not really getting through the meaning of a bunch of contractor terms but you smile when they do and laugh when they say something funny.
Soon you’re drinking and talking and it actually feels comfortable. They reminisce about their life in Austin and you ask them questions genuinely interested in their past.
At one point Joel acts like a perfect wing man telling you a hot story of Tommy getting arrested for starting a bar fight because of a girl and you tingle all over. Your stepdad gives you a shy smile and your breath hitches.
Suddenly you feel Joel’s piercing gaze on you.
“What about you, angel? Got any fun college stories for us?” Tommy looks uncomfortable and you remember your promise to him to behave so you say softly,
“I’m a good girl, uncle Joel. I’m there to study, not to waste my time on boys.” You drop your gaze acting so innocent even you don’t believe yourself.
Joel chuckles and Tommy glances up at you with a little smile.
“Ok, our good girl. What about girls? Bet you’ve licked some pussies after a wild party.”
“Fuck, Joel,” Tommy curses and you bite your lip trying not to smile at the way your stepdad squirms in his chair. The wine makes you bolder and you decide to spice up the night.
“How about we play a game? I answer your question and then you two answer mine?” you offer fidgeting in your chair giddy with excitement.
“Shoot, baby.”
“No!”
The men reply at the same time. Tommy’s shaking his head and Joel slightly punches his brother’s shoulder.
“Come on, Tommy. Let’s hear how naughty our good girl gets. I remember you were fine with her… how did you put it… exploring herself.”
Your eyes are glinting with excitement as Joel quotes that dialogue. You remember it by heart now having listened and come to it so many times you lost count.
“Go ahead, angel,” Joel nods, motioning you to speak.
You take a deep breath and start talking softly.
“I’ve been with a girl just once. We weren’t wasted or anything,” You shoot a glance at Joel and then continue, “We were in her room watching a movie and then it kinda happened.” You suddenly feel shy as not only Joel’s but also Tommy’s gaze is glued to you.
“Nah, baby. We need details.” Joel’s voice, seducing and gruff, pulls the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.
“We started making out.. then I tugged her shirt down and sucked on her nipples,” you muse tracing the edge of the wet glass with your finger. “I kissed her stomach, then her pussy… She was so wet. So soft on my tongue. I sucked on her clit and fingered her for some time and she came…her pussy was clamping on my fingers so hard.”
When you lift your eyes you see the brothers stare at you with hungry obsidian eyes as if they’re ready to pounce on you at any moment. Joel palms himself through the jeans and Tommy doesn’t tear his eyes off you as they slide from your lips to your breasts and back up again.
For a few moments you three are soaking in this horny silence until you break it clapping your hands together.
“My turn!”
Tommy takes a big gulp of his beer and Joel raises his brows waiting for your question.
“Have you ever fucked a girl together? Like… shared her?” you quickly regret your question as only saying it already is making you uncomfortably wet.
You’re looking at Joel expecting him to answer but suddenly hear your stepdad’s voice,
“Yeah, we have. Once.”
Your head snaps his way and you gawk at him. You don’t say anything and just wait for him to continue. And he does.
“She was Joel’s girlfriend at the time. We went to a bar, got really drunk and fucked in the bathroom.”
Tommy glances up at you and then quickly averts his eyes.
“Fuck…,” you moan rubbing your thighs together imagining them using some lucky girl like that and ask,
“How did you do it?”
Joel leans closer to you placing his massive arms on the table and replies savoring every word while his velvety voice hits you right in the pussy, “I made her bend over to suck Tommy off and then shoved my dick deep into her cunt. He fucked her throat, I fucked her hole and we pumped her full.”
The moment Joel finishes talking you hear the waiter’s shaky voice asking if you’d like anything else.
Tommy curses and sends him away. He acts polite but his voice strains with rage.
He hastily gets up and mumbling the word ‘bathroom’ leaves you two. Before he turns away you spot his massive bulge and swallow loudly.
You take a deep breath trying to calm down.
“Angel, you look pale,” Joel laughs at you and then shakes his head, “you want him, he wants you, what are all these fuckin’ games for? You coulda been stuffed with our cocks by now but no, little princes wanted to be wined and dined. Lets hope he doesn’t change his mind about tonight. If our plan goes to shit because of you, uncle Joel will get very angry. And you surely don’t want that, missy.” Joel’s expression is serious and you remember that he has his personal motive and his concern quickly becomes yours.
“I’ll talk to him,” you say, getting up from the table.
You come up to the bathroom and knock. It’s quiet so you knock again until you hear the lock click.
Tommy opens the door and steps out of the room but you gently push him back in.
“Please, let’s talk,”
You hear people’s voices and not wanting to be caught with you alone at the bathroom Tommy begrudgingly steps back and shuts the door behind you two.
“What?!” He grumps and steps up to the sinks. He opens the tap and bends down to wash his face.
You lean back against the door watching him and contemplating your next move. He’s about to snap and you’re afraid what unexpected fit he could throw again. You know he wants you and you need to be wise rather than play on his nerves. “You’re his innocent stepdaughter,” Joel’s words emerge from your mind.
You come up to him slowly and wait while he’s drying his face with a hand towel.
“I’m not a monster, Tommy. I don’t wanna ruin your life,” you speak softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. He turns to you, anger still painted on his face.
You inch closer, press your forehead to his shoulder and whisper breathing in his scent,
“I want you, Tommy. So fucking much.”
You feel vulnerable at the moment but that’s exactly what he wants you to be right now.
“So that’s why you spread your legs for my brother? ‘Cause you wanted me?”
You sniff not saying anything for a few moments, then lift your head, and glance up at him. His face is blurry as you’re looking at him through the tears.
“I was just horny, daddy. And when he was fingering me, I was imagining you fucking my pussy.”
Tommy’s breath hitches and you hold yours as well hoping he’ll react.
“Fuck, babygirl,” your stepdad whispers as his rage shifts into sympathy, his eyes sad and blown out.
The next moment he grabs you under your thighs, lifts you and sets you on the counter. He’s standing between your legs as you place your hands on his shoulders. His thumb wipes a tear from your cheek as the other hand is pressed to your lower back. You open your legs wider and the dress pulls up at your hips exposing your light pink panties.
“Shhh, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispers, kissing your cheek gently and his head drops as he’s looking at your pussy, “I want you too.”
His smell, his touch, his confession make you ecstatic and you press your parted lips to his. They’re soft and plump as his tongue breaches your lips and he licks into your whimpering mouth. You grab his ass and pull him closer to your heated center. You feel him hard against your pussy and start grinding on his stiff bulge.
“What do you need, babygirl? Tell me,” Tommy says, parting from your lips.
“Touch me, please… can’t wait any longer,” you whine, pulling your dress up to the waist. His hands rush to free your pussy and you lift your hips before Tommy takes your panties off.
The cold marble under your ass makes you hiss but you forget about it as soon as Tommy’s fingers push between your folds and he rubs your clit making you moan.
“You like it, babygirl? Daddy’s finally touching your needy pussy.”
You can’t form any words so you just moan and nod your head frantically. His forehead is pressed against yours as you’re both watching his digits glide down to your hole and without hesitation he pushes his middle finger inside you. You’re so wet it slides in easily and he starts massaging your walls.
“More please,” you plead and he groans as his index finger joins the first.
“Good girl! You're sucking me in so well, can’t wait to bury my cock inside you,” Tommy murmurs in your ear and you whimper before you see the door opening. Your heart freezes in your chest as you’re about to get caught being fingered by your stepdad. But you breathe out with relief seeing Joel stepping into the bathroom.
“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbles coming up to you two. He stands next to Tommy, his bulge pressed to your thigh. Through the haze of pleasure you feel Joel’s hand cup your tears stricken cheek and he leans to your ear and whispers, “Clever girl.”
Then his big palm squeezes your naked thigh as he asks you,
“Enjoying daddy’s fingers, angel? Who’s better at fingering your tight little hole, him or your uncle?”
Tommy groans and suddenly his lips are on yours. His kiss is hungry, desperate, claiming. You melt into it feeling your climax build as his fingers are pushing on the soft spot inside you.
You moan into his mouth and Tommy’s lips leave yours as he mumbles, “I’ll feed your pussy my cock.. soon, babygirl… just wait.”
“You’ll be full by the end of the night, angel,” Joel smirks and pulls down the neckline of your dress exposing your naked breasts to the men. He starts twitching your nipple as his brother is working your pussy.
Joel watches your face twist with pleasure, your teeth biting your lips mercilessly.
“Don’t ruin your pretty lips, angel,” he says, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He brushes your swollen lower lip and pulls it out from between your teeth, “Here.” He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you welcome it. You start sucking on his thick digit making the filthiest noises.
With your stepdad’s fingers fucking your hole and step uncle's thumb stuffing your mouth you feel yourself about to unravel. Tommy pushes you over the edge pressing his thumb to your clit and swirling it a few times.
“Come, babygirl. Make daddy proud,” Tommy says and your explode clumping hard on his fingers and moaning, your pretty noises muffled by Joel’s thumb still pressed to your tongue. The man praises you, “That’s our girl. Perfect little slut.”
The orgasm is hitting you hard and you’re shaking and trembling so Tommy wraps his arm around your waist holding you tight but still pleasuring you.
They both are watching Tommy’s digits rhythmically disappear inside your dripping hole and your pussy squelches as your creamy cum, pushed out by the intrusion, slides down your ass towards the counter. Finally your climax subsides and your body stills, jerking with aftershocks from time to time.
Joel's thumb leaves your mouth and he holds the back of your neck while you’re trying to catch your breath.
Tommy pulls out his fingers too and lifts them up for the three of you to see. Under the bright lights you see his digits glazed with your juices. A drop of your slick slides down his middle finger and Tommy licks it off and then brings his digits to your mouth. You happily suck them clean while they both are praising you, “that’s our girl”, “like that, angel”, “came so hard for daddy and uncle.”
When you’re done cleaning your stepdad’s fingers off your cum, he cups your cheek and asks softly, “ready to go home, babygirl?” You look at Tommy, whose adoring and hungry gaze makes you tingle again, then at Joel, who’s eating you up with his blown out eyes, his hand palming his huge bulge, and the anticipation of the night ahead makes your heart and pussy flutter.
Batting your eyelashes at the men you give them a shy smile and say “yes.”
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Drunk, and in love.
A very small fluff!
Intro: your drunk at a bar and find a pretty masked man called ghost. You drunk both in love and intoxicated. Shoot your shot!
Afab!reader, intoxication, over all fluff of my boy Simon.😔
Holy shit this bar is empty.. and holy shit your drunk. A group of soldier, or that’s what it seems from their pretty uniforms, masks, and vests. One catches your eye. A masked man with a creepy skull on his mask. And the prettiest fuckin eyes you’ve ever seen on a man.. whiskey brown like the liquor in his glass. holy shit, do you want him now.
He talks to his lads barely laughing seemingly more serious than the rest. You stare, more like gawk.. but how can you not. You’re intoxicated in two different ways and love both. He walks off to the bathroom you’d assume and you follow after. He turns a corner and you lose him. Right at the bathroom doors. Shit! You look around and finally feel hand on your shoulder. Iron grip. You turn around surprised. Only to see that pretty mask you’ve been gawking at. He questions your motives.
“What were you planning. I noticed you starin’ did you think it’d be that easy t—”
You drunkenly cut him off.
“Oh my goosshhh Hii..! SSorrry for staring your like.. realllly pretty.. wait is that rude-? Well. Handssssome!”
Obviously drunk Simon looks at you baffled.. this is now to him. So upfront. So drunk. He can’t help but chuckle, as you stare at him so pround of your confidence, and confession. You go to take a kiss
You hurk at the alcohol in your system making you sick.. and .. you black out. Only to be found awakened with the task force around you.. laugh and talking lively as ever. And a certain some ones jacket on laid pretty on your sleeping shoulders..
“She awake?”
Comes a heavy accent, Scottish maybe..?
“Think so- she did move.”
Says the bearded one.. they all turn to Simon and laugh getting up and walking over to pay their tabs. Simon looks at you as you sleepily look at him ever so slightly blushing. Half remembering what you’d done. Still tipsy, he just stares at you but if you could see his face a small smile would be there. You lean up. Apologizing for what you’d done and handing him his coat.
“Where ya goin’? Think you can kiss and run love?”
He stares into what feels like you soul.. then you hop down from your bar stool and your legs weaker you almost fall. He catches you of course. Grabbing you and carrying you bridal style as any gentleman would.
“I’ll take you home love. Now will it me mine or yours?”
“Wha-.. mine your your what?”
“Home. Of course.”
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AHHH!! ty for reading! I don’t write very often but this is what I live to write for. Idk personally I think Simon is sweet under all that military. Ghost tho..- he can be mean
It’s okay! I can fix him. (Probably not.)
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The One With The Wrestling Contest (Frat!Rhett x Reader)
Summary: It's the height of mating season in the Delta Tau Epsilon house and the boys are holding a little contest in the basement to win the hands of their s.os
Warnings: Frat parties, wrestling contests in the basement references to smut 18+ only
Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia
The basement was louder than a friggin concert stadium on a summer's eve, the bluetooth speakers blasting the music on high volume. The ding of a bell and the raucous shouts of a bunch of drunken frat boys and sorority sisters filled the basement which was already packed full of people from across the campus spectrum.
You were watching from the homemade bleachers on the other side of the room, you and several of your girlfriends from the Phi Gamma sorority and a few others, were all sitting close together each in a different colored toga that you had all made from shitty repurposed bedsheets, cheering on the boys who were down in "the pits".
"C'mon Kyle!"
"Beat the shit out of him Kyle!"
"Go for his balls Kyle!!"
Kyle Shanahan slipped in and football tackled the Alpha Beta rival by the waist, dragging him down into the inflatable pool full of strawberry scented k-y jelly.
The bell dinged again and everyone stood up, cheering and barking as Kyle victoriously threw his hands up, howling with all his long-haired, bearded glory. His girlfriend, Karen McCann, practically jumped from the bleachers and into his arms, riling up the crowd in the basement.
"Oh God I don't think I can do this," Kayce groaned.
"Ya'll know what happens to us if we don't right?" Rhett asked him.
Kayce's nostrils flared at the thought. Every Delta Tau in the past had to fight for their mating rights every year around this time, those slimy little Alpha Betas daring to encroach into their territory. Kayce looked up at the bleachers and saw Monica cheering everyone on. Under no circumstances would he allow Stan Winthorp to put his grubby, pervy hands all over Monica Long. Kayce could feel his eyes burning when he saw Stan making his way into the pits, ready for action and eyeing Monica who rolled her eyes.
"Over my dead fuckin body!" Kayce blurted out.
"Down homeboy!" Rhett ordered. "Look at me, look at me......are ya'll gonna allow Stan to get with your girl?"
"FUCK NO!"
"Are ya'll gonna allow him to get with her?"
"FUCK NO!" Kayce shouted furiously.
"Then ya'll get in there and show him who the top dog is!" Rhett told him. "Ya'll are a LEAN, MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE!!"
Kayce let out the most frightening war yell anyone had ever heard when the bell dinged again, signaling for him to get in the pits.
"Oh my God I don't think I can watch this," Monica laughed.
"Brace yourself Monnie, it's about to get crazier," you chuckled.
"In that case I'd better do a shot," said Cairo, Foster's boyfriend.
You handed Cairo the little nip of McGuillicuddy's mint flavored liqueur which he swigged back as though it were water. It was eight seconds.......eight painful seconds before Kayce leapt up off his feet, grabbed Stan and landed him in a triangle choke right on the ground. You, Monica and the others cheered from the bleachers as Kayce riled everyone up, the crowd chanting his name as Stan sulked off to clean himself up and lick his wounds.
"Holy shit!" Kayce gasped, wiping his face with a fresh towel. "That was fuckin great!"
"Alright Foster ya'll are up! Go get'em!" Rhett told him.
Oh man did Foster look pissed. It wasn't even a split second before he had the Alpha Beta prick on the ground, the very same one who had been pestering Cairo the week before at one of the bars. It had taken both Kayce and the vice president of the Sigma Sigma Kappa house to get Foster off him and drag the prick away.
Rhett eyed Smitty from across the room with a fury, his eyes burning like a pair of cobalt flames, nearly black with the intense desire to fight. The other frat leaders kept encouraging him, tapping him on the shoulder and hurling obscenities and insults at the Alpha Betas.
The bell dinged and it was time for him to go in. The bluetooth speaker started to play Eminem's "Till I Collapse", full blast as the two frat leaders entered the pits, staring each other down as they assumed the position.
Rhett nearly blacked out as the bell signaled for them to fight. It was a slippery mess as they tried to keep their feet balanced, holding onto each other as he fought to wrestle Smitty to the ground.
"Think you're too good huh Abbott?" Smitty sneered. "Just you wait until (y/n)'s in my bed and I can......."
A loud war yell fell from Rhett's mouth as he flipped Smitty right over onto his back, the slick of the k-y jelly splattering everywhere upon impact. Rhett rose, beating his chest with one hand in the ecstasy of his sudden victory.
You ran from the bleachers and threw yourself right into his arms, kissing him heatedly, neverminding that he was coated in strawberry scented lube. Smitty angrily slunked away into the corner with the rest of the Alpha Betas while you and Rhett basked in the afterglow of his triumph.
"Wanna meet me upstairs later?" Rhett asked wiggling his eyebrows a little. "Meet Caesar at the midnight orgy?"
"As long as your truck doesn't turn back into a pumpkin I'm down," you chuckled before kissing him again, much to the delight of the basement crowd.
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𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬
summary: Chris eats your pussy before he leaves for the mtv awards show.
warnings: pussy eating. a few spanks. dirty talk. my silly sense of humor. no beta. Chris Evans with a graying beard and looking like this ☝️
word count: 1,222
author’s note: this is my interpretation of why he came dressed like he did that night 😏
☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
“Really, Babe?” Chris says bemusedly as you step into the bedroom. “You’re makin’ it really fuckin’ hard to leave.”
His eyes travel over your towel-clad form, fresh and dewy from the shower you just took. Swirls of steam follow close behind as you walk into the room and go about your post-shower routine. “Oh come on, it won’t be that bad.”
You knew how much he loathed big events. Especially after being away from them for so long. “You’ll be back home before you know it.” You offer with a sympathetic smile.
He nods with a sigh and looks over the various options his stylist picked out for the night. Chris was allowed to choose from a few select shirts but the red bomber jacket was a must. He’s wearing a classic wife-beater as he sits on the edge of the bed before leaning over to tie his white Nikes.
You eye the black trousers he donned and the wife-beater that framed his torso so delectably, that it looked like it was painted onto his body. His back muscles ripple with the tiny actions as he knots the laces.
God damn, he made the simplest outfits look sinful.
The peak of his tattoos from under the thin white top and the gold chain that always hypnotized you whenever he fucked you from above had your heart racing.
From the corner of his eye, he spies you staring at him. “See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?” He croons as his salt and peppered beard curves into a sly grin.
A soft whimper falls from your lips as you nod.
He holds out a hand, “C’mere.”
When he feels your palm slide over his, he simultaneously lays back and moves you so that you kneel over his face.
“Chris! You can’t be serious. You’ve got to leave soon!” You argue as he tears the towel from your body and throws it across the bed.
He doesn’t look affected by your plea as he stares up at you with playful eyes. Instead, he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your throbbing core close to his lips.
He takes a deep breath and groans. “If you can’t be with me tonight, I wanna smell you while I’m gone.”
You pester again, but cave once his searing tongue touches your cunt. His strong hold on your hips forces you to sit down completely on his silvery bearded jaw. The soft yet prickly strands make your skin pebble as your hands fall to the mattress above his head.
His deft tongue grazes your slick opening, drawing teasing circles before slowly tracing up the slice of you. He swipes at your clit with taut flicks before sucking the hardened nub into his mouth and making your channel clench around nothing.
You fist the sheets and gasp when a curt smack lands on your ass. The shock of it forces your hips to shove against his face and grind your cunt harder onto his jaw. The two of you groan in unison and the deep vibrations from his chest add to the illicit sensation nestled in your core.
Your arousal gets the better of you and before you can think, you weave your hands into his freshly styled locks. Chris moans into your cunt as you tug helplessly at his hair, desperate for your orgasm to tear through you.
When the hard set gel registers in your grip, you open your eyes to the mess you’ve made of his delicate quaff.
“Shit! Chris, I’m so sorry!” Your face swelters as you try to shift your weight off his mouth, thoroughly embarrassed by your feral actions.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions while locking his arms ever tighter around your thighs.
“Chris, please, we need to stop.” You plead, shock written all over your face. “Your hair… the car will be here soon.” The tug of anxiety pulls heavy on your belly adding an extra weight of arousal even if you’re trying to stomp it out.
“You’re not leavin’ until you cum on my tongue.” He demands from beneath you with sharp eyes.
He lands another hearty smack on your ass, “Go on, grind that pretty pussy on my beard. I wanna taste your cum before I leave.”
You don’t say no to that.
His mouth is back on you, slotting his tongue between your inner folds and diving into the velvet warmth of you.
He fucks his tongue into your pussy with steady drives, licking every inch he can until your hands find his hair once more and you begin to meet his thrusts.
A ragged groan rumbles from his sternum and his nails leave indents in your skin as you writhe and rock on his face as you race to hit your peak before it’s too late.
His mustache grazes your clit with every grind onto his tongue and it sends wave after wave of unending bliss to course through you until your nerves start to sizzle.
He pulls away for a moment, nipping at one of your outer folds when you whine.
“Want cha’ to cream all over my face, Pretty girl. Mark me with your filthy cunt.” He orders before licking his slick stained lips. He suckles your abused, sensitive clit forcing a painful yelp from you before he shoves his tongue back in your sopping hole.
Your spine tingles with the telltale sign of an orgasm as you shove your pussy down faster onto his tongue. His fingers dig into your skin as your body begins to shake, holding you still as the rapture takes over.
Stars twinkle behind your lids as you explode around his tongue with a shout. Cream spills from your core, drowning his tongue and staining his beard.
You catch your breath, feeling the faint traces of fervid delight leave your system as Chris kisses your soft inner thigh before his impending departure.
A phone chimes and then begins to ring. Chris taps your hips and you flop onto the bed with an elated sigh as he drags the phone from his pocket and answers. His beard glistens with your shiny arousal as he talks to whoever was on the other end.
“Shit, yeah, I’ll be right out.” Chris says exasperatedly into his cell before hanging up. You grasp his chin and wipe his beard clean with your discarded towel just before he’s on his feet.
He hastily throws on a red bomber jacket, not caring about a shirt when his stops and stares at his disheveled reflection in the mirror. His hair was styled in every direction thanks to your wild fingers.
“Oh, Fuck. My hair!” He spins on the spot, laughing nervously and you see his mind racing before you spot the NASA cap on the bedside table.
“Here. Wear this.” You throw him the cap and he looks at you like you made the sun and stars. “Oh thank god.” He fixes the baseball cap over his messy locks with a crooked smile.
“I’ll be in and out. No one’ll suspect a thing.” He snickers before leaving down and giving you a quick kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and notice the faint smell of your slick on his beard just as he’s running out of the room.
“Well, besides your beard smelling like pussy!”
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loved the makarov story:D can’t wait for part 2
Thank you! I’m glad you’re interested in it. I already have part two ready so I might as well post it.
It’s taken me a bit longer to write as I’ve been juggling with school, work, ect. I’ll try and produce more but I can’t really promise anything yet!
Bleed for me Pt.2
Makarov x black reader
Warnings: Makarov has Yandere tendencies, reader is said to have braids, killing, stalking, threats
(If anyone wants a male version don’t be afraid to ask. Story is under the cut)
The base was quiet, your angered yells no longer filled the corridor. The harsh banging of the doors ceased, like still waves after a storm. It was almost too quiet. This prompted Makarov to get up from his comfortable office chair that was way to expensive to just be an office chair.
Making his way down the halls he was oblivious to the dead body that was on the first floor. Your body hunched over it, pulling a pistol from it.
As he opened your shared bedroom confusion washed over him. He looked at the room that was only missing your presence. Anger over took its place. Your suitcase was still there but your backpack and immediate essentials were gone. You’d gotten up and left.
He slammed the door shut, shouting commands to his Russian soldiers. He would turn this place upside down if need be. He couldn’t let you go, he wouldn’t allow it. He’d become too attached to your presence. You knew his secrets, you knew that he wasn’t always a cold hearted monster. His enemies would try and take you, pull information out of you.
And unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what they did.
Y/n ran down the empty streets. The muscle memory in her body kicking in as her legs strengthened after being pampered for so long. She sped up, occasionally patting her pocket to make sure the plane ticket was still in her pocket.
It seemed as if she were running for a while. Twenty? No…maybe thirty minutes? Y/n couldn’t call a taxi, the people in these parts of town knew who Makarov was. They knew that y/n was his ‘woman’ and would immediately report it.
She was on her own.
As y/n rounded the corner she finally crossed into the next town. The airport was within sight.
As she began to near it she realized that a car had passed her three-no…four times.
Ane cursed under her breath, making a sharp turn into an alleyway where a large man tackled her down.
“Het the hall off of me!” Y/n sneered at the person in Russian, pulling out a pistol she’d looted from the dead body of the Russian soldier. Pressing the barrel against his stomach she put her finger on the trigger.
The two struggled on the ground, grabbing her wrist he pulled it out from under him but the gunshot rang out. Going straight through his arm.
“Fuckin hell lass!” He cursed in English. His Scottish accent was noticeably making y/n’s eyes glance down at at the flag that was on his vest.
Oh…..he was apart of the uk military
Immediately he grabbed her wrist, twisting it, forcing her to drop the gun. “I….I thought you were one of his men.”
The sound of multiple other pairs of footsteps reached her ears. “Shit…I-I didn’t mean it.” Y/n spoke in a distressed manner. Her hands covering the wound, pressing down to stop the bleeding.
“Tis’ fine.” He groaned, putting his hand on top of yours to press down harder. From her peripheral vision she could see three other men. She removed one hand, reaching for her gun. Well…until her wrist was grabbed harshly. She yelped in pain as it was twisted behind her back and she was pulled away from the unknown man.
“Where’s Makarov?” A deep, rough voice barked out.
“If you think I’m going back there then you’re wrong! Get the hell off of me!” Y/n sneered at the bearded man. “You ought to kill me before taking me back to him.”
There was a small silence. “You’re not with Makarov?” A dark skinned man asked, he crouched down beside you.
“No! Of course not. I’m trying to get away from him and if he finds you with me he’ll kill all of you.” Y/n said in a rushed tone, she tried to wiggle out of the man’s grasp but he kept a strong grip on her.
“You’re still comin with us-“
“Like hell I am! I havnt done shit” Y/n barked at the bearded man.
“We can still put you behind bars for illegal underground fighting.” The man threatened, pulling y/n up to her feel.
“Captain be gentle with the little lady.” The wounded man spoke, getting up to his feet as well. His bleeding had stopped.
The man known as ‘Captain’ only shot his wounded team member a look before nudging y/n to get into the vehicle. He grumbled something along the lines of ‘Soap being soft of pretty women.’
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Strange Grocery Store Swap
My boyfriend Luis and I were doing some shopping at the local grocery store. There wasn't a cloud in the sky when we walked in but soon a downpour started, judging by the sound of pouring rain and thunder. My name is Collin, and I was an average twink at 20 years old; nothing really too special; I'm a nice guy, I guess. I care about my appearance enough that I try, but don't put too much effort into it. I usually comb my hair in a side swept fashion because it's easy. Luis, who's 22, loves rocking the bad boy look and never goes anywhere without his Doc Martens. He's the type that never puts up with anybody's shit, because he knows that one look is enough to scare them away. There are a lot of trashy assholes in the town we live in, so it's a nice thing to have.
So we were walking down the pasta aisle about to pick up a box of macaroni and cheese, when a loud sound erupted from outside followed by a flash seen inside. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the power going out in the entire store.
When I woke up, the power was restored but I heard shrieks coming from the other end of the store. I also noticed that I was no longer in the pasta aisle, but in the pet food section. I don't even own a pet, what would I be doing here? I was sitting on the floor and noticed my back seemed really tense. I must've fallen down when I fainted but my back shouldn't be hurting this much! It was then that I looked down and noticed something horribly wrong. My arms were all full of gray hairs and my hands were all wrinkly! I was wearing different clothes too - a polo shirt, even though I hate that style! I got up on my feet and felt groggier than usual too. I then noticed my face felt a little itchy and I went to scratch my beard...wait I have a beard! What's going on here? I reached up to touch my hair and as I combed through, I found a huge bald spot! This is crazy! I'm not old! What is my boyfriend going to think? I knew I had to see what I truly looked like so I headed towards the restroom passing through multiple people that were walking around seemingly confused. I looked in the mirror and saw the face of an old man that wasn't me...well it is me now! I made faces in the mirror, reassuring myself that this is me.
I decided to take off my shirt to see the rest of the damage. This is insane! I'm in an old man's body! That shirt really contained all this wrinkly, saggy skin well because it all hangs out when you take it off. My skin jiggled slightly as I felt around. I ran my hands through the gray chest hairs feeling tickled by every strand. It was then that I noticed I was getting hard. I'm surprised how quickly it happened. Don't old guys have ED or something? I walked into a stall, pulled down my pants to find a thick hard and veiny cock. Oh yeah. I could see my balls were wrinkly and droopy, which actually aroused me even more! I started jerking while rubbing my nipples that sagged a bit from the pair of small moobs I now owned, grazing my hot fuckin silver daddy chest hairs. Fuck. I rubbed my balding head as I continued to jerk. I would've finished by now if I wasn't an old man, but I didn't care. I wanted this moment to last forever. I scratched my beard and finally started to cum. It splattered everywhere, hitting the stall door as I wallowed in euphoria. Fuck, that was great.
As the post nut clarity kicked in, I put my clothes back on, washed my hands and suddenly realized something, I needed to find my boyfriend! I'm guessing everyone in the store was body-swapped when the lighting struck so he had to be in here somewhere. As I walked out of the restroom, I heard lots of people shouting. Compared to the terror shrieks from earlier, these sounded like conversing. I heard people shouting out others names until I found a large crowd of people, all of which were holding signs with names on them. In the middle was a table set up with large pieces of construction paper and markers. I get it now; people are writing down their names in hopes of finding the people they were with. I decided to do the same. I wrote down "Collin Matthews" in big letters on the paper and held it up high. I called out my boyfriend's name as well.
"Luis Baron! Luis Baron! Where are you?" I called for a few minutes Soon enough I was starting to lose hope. What if he's not here somehow? What if the swap failed or something and he died? I started to bring down the sign in defeat until I heard a deep voice behind me.
"Collin?"
I turned around to find a big guy in his late 20s smile at me. He was wearing thick framed glasses and a baseball cap. I could see a bit of his gut hang out from under his tanktop, which rested itself over his blue basketball shorts. He tried to tuck it in when he noticed I was looking down.
"Is that really you Luis?" I made eye contact with him.
"It's me all right." I believed him, but I noticed the tough guy tone in his voice was gone, and not just because it was a different voice entirely. It sounded doubtful and weak. "Man, you're like 70!"
"I know! I was disgusted at first but then I realized it's actually pretty hot."
I scratched my beard and glanced down at his gut once again. I can't believe it! My boyfriend is a fat guy! I've never dated anyone this big before so I'm actually turned on, even after I just finished. When I looked back up, I could see the rage on his face.
"Hey stop looking down at my belly! How do you think I feel being forced to be this fat loser? I can't even stop my gut from poking out. It's disgusting!" As he tried to tuck in his gut once more, his whole body jiggled. I could feel myself getting hard once again. Luis looked down and noticed my bulge.
"Wait, you're turned on?"
"Yep." His whole mood seemed to change and he began to smirk.
"Hey do you wanna...try a once in a lifetime experience?" My cock began to stiffen even more.
"I'm listening..."
"Well...I found keys and an address listed on this guy's driver's license. What do you say we send a text to our old numbers...after we have a little fun." I gave a devilish smile as I stroked my balding head and scratched my beard.
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Alex's dick being too big and he doesn't want to hurt you so her prevents you from going all the way down when your riding him but when he's asleep you get really horny and try to wait but u can't so you ride him when he's sleeping and u go all the way down and he wakes up to quiet sniffles and sobs and mouns and whining coming from you because it hurts so fuckin bad but feels so good then he starts degrading you and telling you how your so desperate for him cause you couldnt wait.
It's a lot ik but it's all I could think about this past week 🙈
xiv. trash magic
alex turner x reader
anonymous requests
word count: 4906
summary: You met (early 2018) Alex at the casino through a dating app
warnings: bruises, bite marks, pa!n k!nk.
song recommendation: trash magic by lizzy grant
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆
The clock on your phone tells you it's time, you glanced at each door, fixing your dress, putting powder on your nose and lip gloss on your lips, and you waited impatiently for his arrival, there were no new messages, no missed phone calls, you were under the impression he always was on time for everything, but a few minutes had gone by and he wasn't there, maybe you were exaggerating.
"Looking for someone, baby doll?" You turned your face and smiled at him.
"Hi" Your voice trembled, this was actually happening, "It's nice to meet you"
"Woah, you look gorgeous" He took a moment to take all of you in, the features of your face, the shape of your lips, the color of your eyes and cheeks, the texture of your hair, and the dress you wore leaving enough for the imagination, "Follow me, I got us a table" He grabbed your hand, signing you to follow him, your heart was at its pick, you felt nervous as fuck, he has noticed your hand was shaking, your breathing was short, he glanced at you up and down as he ordered the elevator, "First time doing this, right?" He sounded so confident, and you shrugged.
"I-I mean... n-no... yes" You confessed, you had tried that dating app your friend had told you to use, if you wanted someone to constantly give your gifts, take you out to dinner to a place you could only see the inside thru the glass, take you out shopping, and spoil you, you ought to sign in to Honey & Sugar, a website for men who looked for a sugar baby, you had to be 18 at least, and on your birthday while drunk you signed in.
"It's ok, doll, I think you and I will get along pretty well" The doors opened, and he walked you down a hallway, he had invited you to a hotel, swearing they had the best drinks in the bar, you trembled when he opened the door of a hotel room, thoughts were quick to appear on your head, "This is my place" He opened the door of a huge penthouse filled with couches, a huge TV, a big living room, and dinner table, there was even a piano, it was the size of your house, all in one floor, it was elegant, and cozy at the same time.
"Wait... your place?" You asked him, does that mean...
"Oh yeah, I'm the hotel owner... I have this to myself, I spend a lot of time here... so why not have a place here as well? A second home for me," You felt like you hit the lottery with that man, he wasn't like you thought, he had a profile picture with his friend, and you weren't sure who out of the two of them was Alex, but God, he was a handsome man, his long hair and beard suited him perfectly, his elegant night suit, black was his color, his eyes were dark and moody, you wonder what could he be thinking.
"It's wonderful," You said to him, you were in awe by the amount of room it had.
"And if you love this, look outside" He opened the glass door of his balcony, and outside there was dinner for two, the view of the streets of LA, and the moon shining right behind the table, he smiled at you, he loved how that pink silk dress hugged your body so perfectly, and your knee socks, they were a bit junior but he loves the way they fit you, "What do you think?"
"I'm blown away" You giggled as he pulled a chair out for you.
"Dinner is served," You felt like the lady and the tramp with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs on your plate, "Not the fanciest but you said pasta never goes wrong" He pulled out a chair for you.
"And I was right, wasn't I?" He sat in front of you twisting his fork in the plate.
When he said you would get along well, you never expected it to go so well, like that plate of wine and pasta, both complemented each other well, he never forced you to talk about anything of your private life, even though to know someone you have to have a little trust, and he inspires you that, it was so easy to talk with him, he listened, and laughed, jokes around, he was a humble man, when you get to the top everyone expects you to be cocky about it, but he never changed his personality, honest, and kind-hearted, he was confident but it wasn't confused with cockiness, he wasn't as fluent when he tried to explain to you something complexed but you listened closely as he looked so cute explaining things he was passionate about.
He was blown away by you, you were brilliant, and funny, kind, and understanding, you were very mature for your age, when he was yours he never wanted to hear anyone's advice and just did what he thought, tried, and failed until he eventually settled down and got his shit together, you, on the other hand, were just finishing high school, packing your stuff for college, talking about the future with him was helpful, you've never met anyone as wise as he was, and his way of speaking was just like poetry, you were quick to fall for him.
After dinner, he excused himself to grab a cigarette from his coat, you stood up, your hands ran on his waist, hugging him from behind, this making his heart melt instantly for you, your doe eyes taking the worse out of him, he embraces you, his arms around your shoulders as you see how little everything looked from above, while he looked down at your flushed cheeks, and nose from the cold air, when you look up at him, he finds you so attractive, he caressed your cheek, running his thumb thru your bottom lip, you smiled nervously, you were too shy to be even touched like this, even if it wasn't much.
"You've never done summat like this before, have you?" You said no with your head, "You want this?"
"I do," You said looking at his eyes, sweet like honey.
"You want me?" Your arms looped around his big shoulders, he took out the smoke from his mouth, and you inhaled the dense air into your mouth, he shut the space in between you, his warm lips tasted like wine, and his cigarettes, it was so intoxicating and addictive, his lips were eager, while you tried to keep it cool, your heart beat against him, he could feel how you tried to let go as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, caressing your hair, pulling you closer to him by the hip, eventually you let go, forgot about everything, the ground you were standing up on, the place that you were, suddenly your head was up in the clouds, floating, and enjoying the taste of his lips until you eventually let go of his lips.
"Why don't you stay?... we can make the night last longer" Your eyes spark and you nod, he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand landing on your lower hip, your heart speeds of anticipation, you weren't sure what was going to happen, or even if you were ready.
He walked you into his room with golden lights, hand on hip, peppering your cheek with tiny ticklish kisses, he sat on his leather couch and pulled you into his lap with no struggle, "Do you feel like having a small treat, babe?"
"I don't know, what do you have in mind for me?" You whispered into his ear with your soft voice.
"I have a lot of things in mind for you" He drawled, his eyes so magnetic and dark, "But for now..." Served on a silver platter there was some rich dark chocolate and fresh strawberries for dessert, he turned his music up, and you thanked him as you fetched the champs glass from him, he sat you back on his lap, and you leaned forward to grab a strawberry but he stopped you, taking one for you, putting it between your teeth, signing you to bite, and he smiled at you when he saw you chewing it, "Take another bite" He insists dipping the strawberry in the chocolate, his thumb had some chocolate on it too, you licked the remaining leftover on his thumb making him sigh content, "You must be really hungry still right?"
"Very" You pecked him on the lips, and he dipped one more in the chocolate, you closed your eyes, humming as you bit the strawberry off his fingers, he traced his thumb over your lips, his index, and middle on your neck, pulling your chin down to kiss you roughly, his tongue lapping over yours, tasting your heavenly mouth, you were gasping for air as he deepened the kiss, he shifts you to sit directly on his lap, startling him between your legs, his hands dropping to your ass and gripping it roughly.
"You have what I want right here," His hand sneaked between your legs, into your panties feeling the wet patch you left, "And I bet is even tastier than just some strawberries... listen, little girl, I'm gonna show you how real men do it," He shifts your underwear to the side, his fingers playing with your clit roughly, you stifled your moans, feeling the angst and the nerves fulling your blood system.
"Yes, please..." You sighed, he got lazy with the pace, you saw it on his face, you missed one crucial word, the one that began everything, "Daddy..." He pulled your dress up to your waist to finally have complete access to you, he pushed one finger inside you, and your walls were so tight and warm.
"Fuck, you're so tight baby, got all wet since I kissed you, I knew you loved it" You sighed trying to get his finger to reach deeper, "You like this? do you need more babe?" He drawled taking his finger out of you and rubbing your clit in circles.
"Oh... daddy, please give me more" He used his index and middle finger to fuck your little pussy, it was so wet for him it was unbelievable, you complain a little about the stretching on your walls but shortly you got used to it, and it began to feel more enjoyable as you grind your hips into his fingers.
"Make yourself feel good babe, then I'll take you to bed" You whimpered, you were more than ready to take him, even felt excited, but first you wanted to return back the pleasure he was giving you, your hand stroked his cloathed cock, he was stiff and long, thick, it would definitely hurt once inside you but you were prepared, "Playin' round with me I see" You purred a yes, shuffling your hand inside his trousers feeling every inch of him completely, he spread his legs open, and rests his head back on the couch as you began to jerk him off slowly, the tension was growing hotter as you kept grinding against his groin, the veins on his neck popping up to the surface, your lips were content to attack his neck with kisses, softly nibbling on a spot that made him groan loudly, you thought you had hurt him, you pulled your mouth away thinking you had hurt him.
"I'm-" His hand brushed against the bruise you had left him, but instead of getting angry he smiled at you.
"You're eager, aren't you doll?" You softly smiled, "Don't be sorry, It's ok" He said just as if he could read your mind, your heart began to pump faster as he inched closer to your ear, leaving ticklish kisses on it, "You're so beautiful" He pushed his hips up, his boner brushing against your cloathed clit making you moan softly, "You don't need this anymore... take your clothes off for me, do as daddy tells you" You pulled away from his warmth, he turned you around helping you with the zip of your dress, watching slide down carefully revealing your naked back, you pulled away sliding down the straps of your dress, and the straps of your bra fell down your arms to the floor along with your white knickers, your big eyes glistened with the lights, the golden cross on your collarbone being the only thing left in your body, and you looked so innocent, exposed, fragile, your skin was smooth, he couldn't see a single flaw in your body, he stared at it in awe, you watched as a spark appeared on his eye, but you weren't as comfortable with the nudity of your body, you didn't look at it the way he did, it was so penetrating, you hugged your body with your arms, "No, don't" He said standing up from the couch, "If I could have you like this all day,"
"You can have me any day, daddy" His heart melts into your hands as you talked, "Keep me," You said, he caressed your face, like a little puppy he held you in his arms, taking you to bed, your back landing on the silk bedsheets, he ran his fingers down your hair, and you closed your eyes as an instinct, he kissed your tenderly, his chapped lips so heavenly.
"I'll take care of you just fine doll, you'll be loyal to me, right?"
"Yes, daddy," You said with no doubt, "I don't need anybody else but you"
"Mmm, I love the sound of that," He touched your golden cross, and he smiled, "Strict household I see...you're far away from there now, you won't need this anymore" He carefully took your necklace away, "You're lost little girl, I can shelter you, I can take care of you... always," His words were the ones you needed to hear, now that you had him, you knew nothing was gonna be missing, your plate was full, and your heart had healed, he had worked you up just about enough now, and a part of you wasn't ready to see his enormous size, you trembled, "Too much for you, doll?"
"I've- never... I've never gotten this far" You admitted.
"I gotta warn you, it's gonna hurt for a minute... if you're not ready, tell me, it doesn't matter to me... what matters is that you're with me, and I promise if you do, nothing's gonna hurt you, baby, I can wait, besides... there are other options for me to make you feel so good" You hummed.
"Show me, please daddy" He smirked so evilly, and he slowly descends kissing your belly and spreading your legs open, he spat in your sensitive spot, shivers crawled up your spine, he licked a bold stripe, and he pushed his fingers inside you, the stretching felt so good now but it was nothing compared to what he had, but it was all you thought you could handle for now, he pressed his tongue down on your clit, his beard tickling between your legs, all the sensations mixing so well, it didn't take long until you were pulling on his hair, your legs were uncontrollably shaking, and you were set free, sweating and panting, "Fuck darlin', you taste so good, came for daddy so well, you're my good girl" You kissed him sloppily, he giggled at how happy he just made you, your whole body was tired, and he laid you down on the bed gently, "I think it's bedtime for you and me"
He stood up, and took his clothes off in front of you, he discarded his belt to the side, along with his other clothes, and you could see the outline of his dick on his Calvin's, you bit down on your lower lip.
"See sommat you like, babe?" He made you giggle, he covered your body on the bedsheets and he tag along with you.
"I'm sorry, daddy," You said to him, you were ashamed, you had given him one of the most uncomfortable boners, but he waved it off.
"Don't matter, it'll be gone in a minute or two" He left a small kiss on your forehead, "Sleep, you must be tired, right?" You nodded, cuddling closer to him, back pressed against his chest, you pressed yourself closer to him, "Hmmm, you won't make things easy for me if you rub yourself up like that" You giggled, and the lights went off, you took a distance, and you closed your eyes to sleep, but your mind kept looping around an idea, you were ready, if he was capable of making you finish with just using his tongue and fingers, God, what else could he do? what else could he show you? maybe you should take the initiative, surprise him, and show him how good can you be too.
At around 3 in the morning, you woke up again, feeling a dull ache between your legs, the ideas, the images, what had you seen, what he could do, what could he feel like, everything was pilling up for you, and you once felt a heat no one else could extinguish but him, you rubbed yourself closer to him, his breathing warm against your ear, you could feel he still was a little stiff, you were eager, and you began to grind your ass close to his groin just like you did in the couch, you remembered how much did he enjoy that, he began to get stiff again, but what else could you do, you grabbed your phone, taking advice from a friend, she had more experience, and you wanted to make him feel just as good, she said to wake him up, giving him some head, you didn't know exactly how to do that, you watched a few videos thinking you could mimic the movements of the other girls, and when you felt like you could do it, you put yourself up for the test.
Your hands slowly descend down his body, he groaned in his sleep when you stroked his dick thru the sheets, you smiled at his frown, he looked so cute with his eyes closed, and his eyebrows pushed together like that, you climbed on top of him, taking the blanked off his body, and carefully pushing your warm hands inside his boxers, you took it out, your hand lightly stroking his dick up and down, and you licked his tip with your tongue, going in small circles, he slowly began to wake up from his slumber.
"Babe-" His voice raspy, and heavy with sleep, "God, what are you doin'?" His heartbeat began to speed, his cock getting harder as you stroked him.
"I wanted to help you, daddy... make up for it," You said, your whispering echoing in his head, you gulped before you took him in your mouth, you fitted in what you thought you could handle, he gasped, and moaned loudly, "Am I doing good?"
"So fuckin' good, babe, you really wanna make me feel good, huh?" You nodded clinging to every word he tells you, "Spit on it," He said, you mimicked the way he did it when he went down on you, a string of warm saliva glistening with the cool light of the moon, "Fuck... just like that, now spread it" You took your hand and pumped him up and down, you didn't know if you were doing correctly but he seemed to enjoy it, "Take it inside your mouth like a big girl, can you do that?" You said yes with your head, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could, taking him inside, "Mmmm, now move your head up and down," You bopped your head up and down for a few moments, you were doing it fast, "Hollow your cheeks, suck it" He panted with his dark and raspy voice, you hummed and hollowed your cheeks like he said, "Mmm fuck babe, just like that, you're doin' so good, you're making daddy feel so good," You sucked harder with each time, it was mindblowing to him how close he felt now, he pushed your head up, you mouth making a loud pop, "Babe, slow down... let daddy enjoy it" You took it slower, in a more calm pace hearing him hum in satisfaction, you moaned around him, "Do you like sucking daddy's cock?"
"Yeah, I do daddy" You sounded so confident now, he had the idea of a more shy you but now that both of your feelings have been revealed, he liked this more confident and bratty side of you, "Are you close, daddy?"
"Very... you're making me so proud, babe girl, get daddy to finish, show me" You speed up your pace once more, sucking harder, bopping your head slowly, swirling your tongue around his dick focusing more on the head, that was his sweet spot, it made him lose control, and he pulled your hair as he came inside your mouth hot and heavy, "Swallow daddy's cum" He ordered, you took a deep breath in, your heart was rapidly beating, and you swallowed his release, "That's a good girl," You crawled to him, your silky hair made a mess, a soft pout on your lips, he lightly pecked them since you didn't give him the opportunity to kiss them as rough as he wanted, he was still dazed with sleep, but you needed more, you sat directly on his cock once more, it was still stiff, you felt ready, you wanted him more than anything, and the need over the pain you would feel was bigger, you grabbed his dick and pressed it against your entrance, you wimpered at the stretch, it was really painful at the beginning, you were sure about to give up, he heard your little sniffs, and weeping, "Babe-" He opened his eyes and watched your eyes water, as you finally had managed to fit all of him inside you, your whole body fell down, and he held you in his chest, "Are you ok, angel?"
"Y-Yes, daddy" You whimpered, "I'm ok" Your voice sounded so fragile against his ear.
"God, babe, you never stop to impress me, and for fucks sake you feel so fuckin' tight, so wet for me... you make daddy so fuckin' happy, but you gotta be careful, I don't wanna hurt you"
"You won't, just g-give me a moment, please daddy" His fingertips grazed your back up and down as you tried to compose yourself, softly humming in your ear the song that played on his stereo, and when you felt ready, you put your hands on his chest, moving your hips back and forward very carefully but more sure, "Ugh, fuck... it feels s-so good" You shivered as you felt him so deep inside you, it felt wonderful, finally you understood what was that you were missing out on.
"I can feel you, and you feel so lovely babe," He helped you guide your movements, slowly picking up a pace you enjoyed, and most of all you felt comfortable with, your body was covered by a wave of goosebumps in places you didn't even know you could get, he rocks you back and forward, "Couldn't wait to get it all inside you, darlin'?"
"You're so b-big" You lost control over your movements, Alex grinding your hips against his body, holding you for dear life, gripping your skin until it bruised, but you didn't care, you loved to have the reminder of how good was he making you feel, he heard your moaning, he entered a magical trance, your lips attached to his, and he lost control of his movements, but you didn't care, you encouraged them, "Go faster, p-please daddy" You begged, he bends his knees, pressing you up to his chest, and pounded your little hole over and over again, your legs were trembling as you felt closer, "I love it," You said, as you hold on to his chest, you dig your teeth into his shoulder, he moaned as he felt your walls tighten, clenching around his tightly.
"Babe, I-I'm gonna cum," You giggled, and whispered to his ear.
"Cum inside me, please, daddy" Your weak voice was all that he needed to hear to burry himself inside you, covering your insides with his hot release, and you covered his cock with your juicy release, both panting as you came down from that high, "I love you, daddy" You quietly said, but he heard it loud and clear.
"I love you too, my babe, you're daddy's girl" You hummed, he left you tired, and worn out, but happy, and most of all in love. He holds you in his big arms, pulling out of you slowly, you whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, but your heart was full of him, "Let's get you cleaned up," He carried you to the bathroom, legs wrapped around his strong torso, he sat you on the sink, and damped a towel to clean you up, he did it in the most caring way possible, "Do you feel ok? Nothing is hurting or anything, you need to tell me honey, I don't wanna-"
"I had a great time, I'm ok daddy, cross my heart" You did a small cross on your chest and gave him a bright smile, he gave you privacy to go to the bathroom and when you looked in the mirror you saw your runny makeup, but somehow you felt like you were glowing, later on, you joined him in the bed, spending the rest of the night cuddled up to him, you felt sheltered in his arms.
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The sun rises behind the curtains, you roll on the sheets of the comfortable bed, you quickly realized you woke up alone, in the bed, you patted the spot next to you, yesterday you felt on cloud nine, and he was gone like pure magic. You had thought of everything that could possibly go wrong, but suddenly as you were trying to find your clothes you heard someone had closed the door, and footsteps coming your way, and he quietly opened up the door to find you sitting on the bed with a frown.
"Did I wake you up, my love?" The look on your face said everything, he walked up to you caressing your cheek, and you snatched your face away, but he redirected it, his thumb on your chin, "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'," You said, crossed arms, he eyes you up and down, he looked so powerful dressed with his big coat, and stripped button-up shirt, he saw right thru you.
"Oh, come on, tell me," You moved your head from side to side, and he tickled your sides, you couldn't escape him, and you couldn't stop laughing, he pinned you down on the bed, he left a small kiss on your nose as he looked at you up and down, "You're gorgeous, I like it more when you smile at me, be honest, you can tell me"
"I just... thought that... you had left me," You spoke, he laid next to you, you couldn't believe you were still naked, you covered your body with your arms but he took them away, "I can't spend the rest of the day naked, Alex" You joked.
"Yes, you can, don't ever think I would do such a thing, the only reason I left early was to get you a lil somethin'" From his back pocked he reached to grab a black velvet box, you smiled at him, "Do the honors" You opened the small box, and inside there was a golden chain, his golden chain.
"But... this is yours, Alex" He moved his head from side to side, putting his golden chain around your neck.
"It's yours, I just wanted to find a good box to put it in, wrap it up for you... everyone's gotta know that you belong to me, no one else, just you" Your cheeks painted dark crimson, no one else had done something like this for you, "And... I got some other things for you" He grabbed your hands and let you outside to his living room, you saw two channel boxes, along with other bags of clothing you had never thought you would ever get, "Went on a little shopping spree, got somethings for me girl," You gasped as you saw the most gorgeous pair of heels, and boots you would ever own.
"This is vintage channel! How did you?-"
"Karl's an old friend of mine, when I talked to him about you he knew exactly what to give me," He kneels to put the heels on, perfect fit, "Only the best for my princess," You gave him a big kiss on the lips as a thank you, but it turned deeper, sexier, and erotic, it caused him shivers, "Still in the mood?"
"Always for you, daddy"
A/N
hope you didn't miss me much, sorry for not updating in a while, i wanted to say sorry beforehand as well, i won't be updating as much as i did before :(( some serious family business happened recently, i'm ok tho! i can't focus a lot of me rn, i have bigger responsibilities to take care of, but i won't be gone forever, this isn't the last you will hear of me any time soon, just sit tight ladies i'll be coming back soon. i love you and thank you for the comments and support!
note to anonymous: hope you didn't mind i changed things up a little, enjoy thank you for the request and reading!
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It’s good to see you! (Alfie Solomons x Reader)
It's good to see you!
Alfie Solomons x Reader
Warning: somebody follows Reader
Summary: Alfie helps you out when you need him the most.
The night is cold. Wind messes with your hair as you pull the coat tighter around you. The bag falls from your shoulder to the curve of your elbow. Your footsteps echo off the thick brick walls. You can barely hear the man's movements behind you. But he is there. You know it. You feel his burning gaze at the back of your head. Your breath gets heavy, and you find each step more and more difficult. The panic slowly but surely sets in.
Clouds gather in the sky, hiding the stars from your vision. Black smoke lingers in the distance, swirling from the factories. Drunken shouts fill the silence, making you jump at the sudden noise. It comes from another street.
A car passes by you.
The man behind you gets closer.
As you turn right at the corner, you dare to glance back at the stranger. He wears a long black coat with a hat. You can't see his face, but you know he looks back at you. Scream stretches your throat, throbbing in your chest.
Before you know it, you bump into something. Or someone. A gasp leaves your lips as you stop, frozen in place. An arm curl around your waist to keep you from falling.
"Oh," you cry out. "I'm sorry!"
The steps stop behind you.
Your gaze wanders up on the man before you, and you gasp again. You know him. Everybody knows him. You live in the neighborhood long enough to recognize the man with a cane in his hand and a huge dog at his side.
Alfie Solomons.
At this point, your heart starts to beat in your throat, and you can hear the fast pumping of your blood. You have to think. You have to do something. Anything.
You heard about Alfie Solomons as everyone else in London. He is not the man who you want as an enemy. He cheats and kills, but he doesn't hurt women for fun.
"It's good to see you!" You almost shout, dropping your arms around his neck. He smells like rum. "Somebody following me," you whisper. The soft breath of your words fans against his bearded face. "Please."
The Jewish man stands in your arms, frozen for a second. His gaze moves behind you, staring at the man. Alfie's face is stoic, and the dog at his legs growls, feeling his master's mood changing.
"Dove," he says, hugging you closer to his body. Shielding you from the other man. "I didn't see you in a long time, eh?"
His embrace is warm and brings you safety. You let your head fall against his shoulder while he shouts after the man who, seeing Alfie, decides to leave you alone.
"Do you wanna go to Timbuktu?!" Alfie shouts, but the answer never comes. Soon the man disappears into the darkness, and you stay with the Jewish gangster.
"He is gone, dove," he says after a while, dropping his arms so you can step back from his embrace. "Are you okay?" He asks, watching your shaking form. You still feel scared, and you need more than a few minutes to calm down, but at least you are safe. Well… as safe as you can be with a man like Alfie.
"I will be fine," you reply. "Thank you so much."
"No need to thank me, right? That fuckin' bastard would deserve a bath in the Thames, eh? I can still catch him if you want. Just say the words, love."
"No," you shake your head. "No."
"Are you sure you are okay?" He asks again.
"Yes," you reply, trying to clear your mind. "I'm sorry I bothered you."
"No," he shakes his head. "None of that. You know what? Let me escort you home. The mutt would love a walk anyway."
You glance down at the dog, who starts to wag his tail when you meet his eyes.
"I would love that too," you answer, letting a deep breath out to calm your nerves. "Thank you."
"Sure thing, dove," he says, offering his arm to you. "You shouldn't be alone this late. It's not safe."
You don't even have a chance to react. Alfie talks the whole way to your house, and you find it enjoyable. In one minute, he talks about your safety, and the next, he tells a story about a building a few streets away before he changes the topic once again. In some way, it amazes you. And it helps you forget about what may have happened if he didn't help you.
"I live here," you say to him, nodding at the brick house before you. "Thank you for everything."
"How many times I have to tell, lass? No need to thank me."
You hum as an answer, thinking about your next step.
"Would you like to come in? I have tea, and I'm sure I can find something for Cyril."
Hearing his name, the dog perks up, wagging his tail enthusiastically.
"If we don't bother you, dove, right? Because it's late already, and we wouldn't want to keep you up any longer. 'm sure you are tired already."
"You don't bother," you tell him. The desire to spend some more time in his company surprises you. "I think I have some whiskey, too."
"Rum’s for fun and fucking, innit? So, whisky, now that… that is for business," he says as he follows you into the building. "A tea would be nice, though."
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Boner inducing gifs........
Above, watching barefooted, tattooed, lightly hairy chested, big bearded Johnny Greco Johnny Greco vs D.Dan vs Etienne D.Dan is hot as fuck........but watching him double teamed with the help of Etienne..... oh fuck, that boner turns into a raging squirting hardon!!!!
Etienne seductively trash talks Greco in his ear, with his big hand covered the bearded face, as Dan is eye-level to those hairy pecs, squeezing him.....
Then Dan keeps our hairy stud in a camel while Etienne seductively checks the eyes, nose and bearded mouth of Greco to make sure he hairy beefy man is out, before swinging his socked feet away and keeping him locked in Dan’s camel, Greco’s sexy pit on on display for us.......
More humiliating 2 on 1s by the older opponents against sexy beefy Greco certainly helps me unload a second batch as they continue to sleeper him out, Etienne looking particularly masc and dominating in those sweaty shorts and socks.......
Of course in the end there can only be 1 standing champion........that’s barefooted Dan as socked Etienne is face down laid out and sexy beefy hairy Greco is hog tied......
Sweaty Drew in the black trunks and hairy pits locking up poor innocent smooth mophead Tyson in the ropes......
Ty using Blake’s hair as leverage......
Sweaty intense socked against between Lobo and Mason......
....that intense sweat all over.......
....those socks must be soaked as fuck!!!
Freddy and Rocky also in some sweaty socked action......BGEast for another smelly sock win!!!
Check out this intense action between Braxton and Bam Bam Bossio......the twisting, the stomping, the smashing....no wonder I’m leaking over here!!!!
The intense big beard on big beard action between Jaxton Wheeler and Sergei is so fuckin hot!!!
The way Jaxton strokes his beard here as he watches Sergei crawl to get back up, then folks his big arms across his big beefy hairy pecs.....FUCK that thing you smell is another load!!!
How fuckin hot is it watching clean cut Robbie Thorpe dominate over the bearded Tommy Hellfire???? The knee to the chickenwinged arms.....
....the humiliating bobbing seated rocking horse, with Robbie’s arrogant smile against Tommy’s screaming pained bearded face......
The punches outside the ring.....
.....but watch out when hairy bearded Tommy gets pissed......he sends our cute cleancut hero into the metal pole......fuck that’s hot!!!!
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Mitch Keller? Mustache rides?
nonnie ily for coming into my inbox to talk about Mitch!!!
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Mitch Keller x f!reader
Summary: Mitch pulls you into his office to show you exactly how he feels about what you wore to work.
Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT
Word Count: <1k
Content: NSFW, smut, established relationship, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie
“Fuckin’ hell, honey.”
Mitch’s voice is rough, the curve of his drawl dragging its way up your spine as he pauses for a moment to breathe, fingers digging firmly into your thighs.
The leather supporting your knees creaks in protest as you shift slightly from where you’re straddling Mitch’s face on the small loveseat tucked into the corner of his office at the bar. It can’t be comfortable, the way most of his body is hanging off of the piece of furniture, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Outside of the locked office door, patrons are loud and rowdy, and you mentally note that you still need to get drinks for tables 5 and 6. It's a holiday weekend full of all-day specials, and you and your fellow waitresses have been nonstop on your feet.
But that'll have to wait, because when Mitch had learned that your idea of dressing up your work uniform a bit for the occasion included pairing thigh high stockings with the plain black skirt and t-shirt you usually wore, he'd nearly dropped an entire pitcher of beer across the bar counter as you waltzed in the front door for your shift.
After shredding each and every last thread of his self control over the course of a few excruciating hours, he'd finally tossed the towel slung over his shoulders onto the bar counter and drug you into his office. If anyone wasn't yet aware of the fact that you were dating your boss, he'd made it abundantly obvious by the way he'd unceremoniously slammed the door shut before dropping to his knees for you in front of the couch and lifting your skirt, fingers skating across the waistband of your panties as he mouthed at the fabric covering your mound.
"Oh fuck, Mitch," you whine as he laps another broad stroke through your folds.
He chuckles, slipping a finger inside of your tight, wet channel as he asks in a husky tone, "How'd you expect me to get any damn work done when you're walkin' around like this, sweetheart?"
One of your hands shoots out to steady yourself against the back of the couch when your legs begin to tremble as his tongue probes its way inside of your cunt, greedily licking up the slick arousal dripping out of you. And you can't help it, the way you begin to roll your hips against his mouth.
Mitch groans, "Go ahead, baby, ride my face," his grip on you loosening slightly he reaches down to roughly press the heel of one hand against the erection straining against his jeans.
And you do, breathy, shameless moans tumbling from your lips as you press down onto Mitch's hot, waiting mouth, both of his hands sliding around to squeeze the globes of your ass while he fucks you with his tongue. Appreciative sounds rumble up his throat as he tastes you deeply, mouthing his way into your needy, fluttering channel.
At the sound of a knock on the door, you know there won't be time to crawl in between Mitch's legs and take his heavy, waiting cock into your mouth. Instead, you urgently tug at his shoulders until he eases his entire body up onto the cushions, your fingers immediately going for the buttons on his jeans. His lips are shiny and wet, beard and mustache covered in traces of your arousal, and his head drops back against the couch, mouth falling open as you line yourself up and sink down onto his shaft without preamble.
It's desperate and messy, the way you bounce on his cock, the way he grabs your hips as he mercilessly fucks up into you, the way you can taste yourself on him as his lips crash into yours with a bruising, hungry kiss.
"Where?" he murmurs between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip.
"Fill me up," you breathe out, the ache between your thighs growing more insistent. "Wanna feel you inside of me for the rest of tonight while I'm running around out there."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, you're filthy," Mitch comments, and you can feel the grin that's spreading across his lips. "I love you."
When he begins to rub circles into your aching bundle of nerves, the heat spreading under your skin blooms white-hot, pleasure rippling through you as your orgasm crests. Mitch envelopes your mouth with his, swallowing down your wanton moans as he jerks his hips a few more times before reaching his own climax, cock pouring into you and filling your channel with his release.
Three more impatient knocks rap at the door, and you sigh, pressing one more kiss to Mitch's lips before climbing out of his lap.
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(Part 5/ Bonus part of 4)
Aight. After the last post I totally had to check myself because I was under the impression that Junkhearts was the only movie of Tom’s I hadn’t yet seen, but apparently there was another one called Three Way Junction, AND I found another cameo (someone add these and Hello Apartment on Tom’s wiki, I can’t figure out a way to edit tables on there) (Edit: Took care of it.) A few wonderful people got in touch with this info, PLUS a bootleg link to watch the 1984 production Tom was in!! Just, THANK YOU folks, and you bet your ass I watched everything. Let me talk a bit about that before I move on to the links.
Junkhearts (2011)- War vet very kindly offers homeless girl shelter in his house, but her bad crowd (including her bf, played by Tom) comes along and invades his life. Tom is a Northern Irish boy in this (complete with the accent) and is the kind of dude who would walk into a situation and abuse everyone and everything. It blows my mind that this irl smol bean did so many disturbing/disturbed characters and did them SO well. He really makes the angel-faced-devil thing work. This movie is dark, and deals with heavy matters like PTSD and drugs. Be advised. Good movie tho.
Double Date (2017)- Do NOT ask me anything about this one, man, idk. Tom in a beard, hat, eyes rimmed in black liner, and with a fake rhinestone tear for 1:30 mins. I didn’t even hear what he said.
Three Way Junction (2018)- English architect (Tom) goes soul searching to Namibia, everyone he meets acts wiser than him, then he gets stranded in the desert. I will call this movie formulaic, but before that, let me acknowledge I was just getting comfortable, then it stepped on my throat and left me agonizingly invested for a good amount of time. The desert-stranded scenes, Tom almost dying from thirst and hunger, body switching off, face peeling from the sun, hallucinating, all alone… it was hard to watch, y’all (in a good way, I suppose). Tom gives it his all and it pays off, because by the end I wanted to scream along with him. The very end is, again, formulaic.
1984 on Broadway (2017)- Winston in the book: I am a 39 y/o gray dude, oppressed and depressed, listen to my musings and experience about politics
Me: Of course! I am intellectually stimulated!
Tom’s Winston: *spits aggressively*
Me: Fu** me, daddy
Trust Tom fuckin Sturridge to make Winston Smith SEXY I AM SO UPSET (AND HORNY) *deep breath* okay. Olivia Wilde broke Tom’s nose acting this, he broke her tailbone. People fainted, threw up, and left the theatre. Need I say more about how intense this production was? And I abfuckingsolutely loved it, oh my GOD. This was a brilliant adaptation of the classic George Orwell novel imo, the changes they made were very clever. Tom is the MC, and in the beginning, he is confused and is just reacting to things rather than acting. But he gets more and more into it and then comes the last act- graphic torture scene of him that they recreated from the book. I understand why people left the room, y’all. I mean, I KNEW what would happen and by the end even I was like ‘fuck me, fuck y’all, fuck this, what the fuck’, and I could PAUSE. But this is how 1984 should be, imo. I’m not saying this just because I’m a simp for Tom: the work he’s done for this is extraordinary. It takes a special kind of actor to even attempt something like it.
[Edit: I've discovered Tom also appeared in Brothers of the Head (2005), a mockumentary-movie about conjoined twins who became rockstars. Tom might be in it for just the ten seconds around 55:00 that I could find him in.]
Now that’s all done, let’s move on to the links. I know most people may have seen most of these, but still may be of help to a few? And I’m making this for my reference as much as for anyone else anyway, so.
Interviews/Being Filmed:
1. We all know there have been sooo many interviews from the Sandman junket. Some of my favorite moments:
a. Tom talking about his experience in the glass cage here (4:15), here (2:00) and here (4:12)
b. Tom shows us (11:34) his button brickphone. An aside: I think he at least had a smartphone at one point- you can see him tapping one here (:10) and he mentioned in the giggly Sea Wall interview that he browsed Wiki on his way there, so… anyway, point is tho, it’s none of our fuckin business
c. Vivienne praises Tom so much that he clenches his fists and is out of breath. Aside: When people he’s less familiar with drop praises, he has no reaction. Like, not even awkwardness, zero reaction except a half smile, e.g. here (4:43), here (4:04) and here (10:11). I just think it’s a funny shy boi thing XD
d. Totally RANDOM, but I love his eyeroll (9:00)
e. Unexpectedly deep and amazing answer to what nightmare Tom would give other people (plus everything else tbh)
f. Tom insisting that eating only within 4 out of 24 hrs and exercising for 5 hrs each day for 3 months was ‘easy’ compared to actually playing Morpheus. This man is insane.
g. Tom stole the sand pouch and is so shifty about it lmao
h. I said this before: Tom and Morpheus are still totally separate in my mind, so seeing this BTS when he’s dressed as Morpheus but speaks as Tom is a reality-shifting experience for me every time. Also, in natural light the subtle eye makeup is really popping. God, this man would KILL it with smokey eyes!
2. I love animated talkers who are also articulate, they tend to be the best storytellers. Tom being just that in these Orphans (5:12) and Sea Wall (37:26) interviews (I recommend watching Tom in both in full, tbh)
3. Linking this Orphans interview because a. His eloquence and wisdom shine through and b. He’s looking sort of devastatingly pretty
4. Tom can play the piano!
5. Never seen a Brit giggle so much (I know I already gif-ed this but you gotta hear the SOUNDS)
6. Englishman struggles to speak English for half a minute straight
7. Tom’s workout vid for Sandman. Not to ogle, to appreciate the unholy amount of effort. You can also see the inconspicuous S tattoo on his back (for his ex, I guess). This man is wearing a hat in the gym... hair too long?
8. Far from the Madding Crowd interview because I need y’all to see this look
9. I like this 1984 interview ‘cause it’s interesting, been edited in a creepy way matching the content they’re talking about +Tom talks about not using a smartphone
10. Adding this to show how much Tom has grown, as we all grow. The ‘romantic’ experience he describes here, while startlingly honest, I can’t see him talking about now. He was a bit rough around the edges, a little awkward with his presence. I find that endearing and relatable, honestly, ‘cause I am VERY different in the way I present myself, speak, communicate now from a few yrs ago. It’s a process.
Fanvids:
Some of my faves here:
1. Best Sandman/Morpheus tributes 1, 2, 3, 4. Angsty king Morpheus. Cool Morpheus.
2. AMAZING Morpheus x Jessamy 1, 2 and 3
3. Morpheus x Johanna 1 and 2
4. Morpheus x Calliope 1, 2 and 3
5. Me: I ain’t no Twilight fan and watched TVD only for Damon, vampires can suck it away form me. Also me: Watches this 50 times in a row. Edward x Morpheus
6. Bruce Wayne x Morpheus
7. WTF is going on and why do I love it: AU/Crossovers/Fancasts with Morpheus- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
8. Will x Emma, Waiting for Forever
9. Best Jake x Tess, Sweetbitter, 1 , 2 , 3, 4
10. Best Alex x Nigel, Like Minds, 1 and 2
11. Effie Gray x John Everett Millais, 1 and 2
12. + Tom in Remainder
13. Carlo Marx, Carl (3 Way Junction), King Henry VI, Danny (Junkhearts)
Voice Work:
1. Sea Wall audio
2. Someone isolated Tom’s voice from the music in the Netflix podcast
3. Tom reading two letters. This one by Henry James is emotional and I expected his passionate reading, but this one by Mark Twain- Tom was HILARIOUS! Please make him do more comedy.
4. Tom reading Wordsworth’s ‘A Complaint’
5. Tom as Morpheus- playlist of his dialogues isolated for each episode
Miscellaneous:
1. 1984 bootleg (480p)
2. Context: Someone made a t-shirt with Tom’s head on the boobs and wore it, which RPatz saw and mentioned in an interview. The whole thing is bonkers. Maybe I was having a slow day but I laughed for a solid minute at this lmao (but I’m a whole adult-adult writing 1500+ words posts about Tom, so maybe I should shut my mouth).
3. (Later addition): Masterlist of fics I wrote. The Sandman/Morpheus and Sweetbitter/Jake.
I might be adding more if I remember new things, but this is it for now. I actually enjoyed writing these posts. It’s been real, folks.
#tom sturridge#sandman#the sandman#Dream of the endless#morpheus#sea wall/a life#orphans#sweetbitter#waiting for forever#junkhearts#three way junction#letters live#1984#like minds
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brain thoughts whilst watching s2 ep1
if u saw me post some of these as their own posts no u didnt
-y'all are so smart for predicting that the steard HAD to be a fantasy/dream sequence
-"I never made you leave him. You did that yourself" *stede kills him* hmmmmmm definitely not a metaphor for stede trying to kill/silence the part(s) of himself and his actions that he hates and is ashamed of and that story arc DEFINITELY isn't a parallel to Ed's comatose dream journey we see later in ep 3 when he confronts Hornigold's ghost only to realize that it's actually a manifestation of Ed's self-hatred. this is just a silly little pirate show with silly little fake sword battles that's all :)
-Okay. We know this is a fantasy. We know this is a silly little pirate show. We know it's a haha funny comedy with two of the best comedic actors the world has ever seen in the starring roles. And Yet. The ungodly heartbreaking "Ed" that Stede yells the second time just before running to him is so gut-wrenching, so full of desperation, so overwhelmingly breathtaking in the undeniable agony laced throughout that one syllable, I wish god had put me in Izzy's place instead bc it would've been a thousand times less painful to literally be stabbed directly through my abdomen than to hear Stede say Ed's name like that while tears well up in his eyes
-watching stede and ed run like that gave me the ick im so sorry yall i wanted to be brave about it but i just cant be
-okay but WHY am i blushing when Ed looks directly into the camera for his lines in the fantasy sequence.........how in the hell did stede not spontaneously combust the second those stupidly big brown beautiful doe eyes made eye contact with him
-EVERYONE SHUT UP STEDE'S FACE AFTER HE AND ED COLLIDE AND ARE ROLLING AROUND IN THE SAND IS A LOOK OF ABJECT DESPERATION AND AGONY WHAT THE FUCK HE MISSES HIM SO MUCH AND FEELS SO GUILTY HE CAN'T EVEN BE TRULY HAPPY IN HIS OWN DREAMS
-"I knew you'd find me, babe" "You're not mad?" "I knew you'd find me, love" "So, we're good? About everything?" "Fuckin' love the beard, mate" Even in Stede's dreams Ed does not confirm that everything is alright between them. I'm starting to think this dream sequence is actually a nightmare sequence because he gets confronted by his fears by not only Izzy throwing it in his face that Stede left Ed of his own volition but Ed steadfastly refusing to answer Stede's questions about their relationship being okay
-in stede's dream ed has his full beard because that's a marker of the last time/era stede remembers being truly happy with ed before he ruined everything at the naval academy and broke ed's heart so severely it turned him into the very monster the rest of the world always wrongly made him out to be
-"can't be worse than you moaning 'ed, oh ed' all night long" black pete my beloved
-GOD stede's hair and scruff look so GOOD on him what the HELL
-WEE JOHN'S HAIR AND EYELINER AND PIERCINGS AND EVERYTHING LOOK SO GOD DAMN GOOD HE LOOKS SO GOD DAMN GOOD
-stede's silly little thumbs up to the swede as jackie makes him throw that ass in a circle reblog if u agree
-stede talking to the patrons at spanish jackie's is just a typical customer interaction working in the service industry
-ayo i think spanish jackie's is serving food now?? guess that overhead issue she mentioned to geraldo in s1 is no longer an issue bc that place is popping
-if ricky was able to clock stede immediately and doesn't think he's dead even after his very public and very loony-tunes-esque death then how many people in barbados actually believe he's dead??? does the whole town just kinda know he faked it and have accepted that he abandoned his family, became a pirate, came back home, drunkenly bisexualized his ex(??) wife's new boo thang, then faked his death so he could abandon his family again???
-"Demon? I'm the fuckin' Devil" I can't accurately put into words how hearing this line so softly spoken paired with seeing Ed's beautiful kohl-covered eyes as the guitar and xylophone from the song kicks in has affected me but I can say with 100% certainty it is the root cause of my new mental illness, whatever that may be
-fuck OFFFFFFFFFFFF EVERYONE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD ON THE KRAKEN CREW IT'S ACTUALLY INSANE
-LOVE LOVE LOVE the freeze frame with the day of the week overlay it is SUCH a visually excellent component of those scenes
-i know we're all supposed to be very sad and upset at ed shooting a guy (that was BASICALLY ALREADY DEAD) but for the love of GOD that man has never served so much princess babygirl gender in one cocking and shooting of a gun as he did in that scene
-JUST REALIZED ED IS WEARING A LONG TRENCH COAT JACKET THING IN THE SHOOTING SCENE AND THAT'S WHY THAT SHOT IS AFFECTING ME SO MUCH IT LOOKS LIKE A DRESS
-the immediate stoppage of the music with the smash cut to the crew trying to process the trauma that they've been through is so fucking funny, the editors have absolutely mastered the science of comedic timing
-"i dunno, i've never really been to a wedding before so i've got nothing to compare it to really" archie my beloved
-"i've never seen blackbeard like this. he didn't even bat an eye when ivan got killed" i don't have the energy to really put all my thoughts about this into coherent sentences, so all i'll say is that i'm really disappointed this is how they chose to deal with ivan not being in the show anymore. idk what went down with guz khan and whomever made the decision not to invite him back for s2, but at the very least i feel like they could've either written him off in some other way or simply not mentioned him at all. killing him off in one sentence that gets immediately interrupted with a comedic line just doesn't sit right with me
-"i lock the box and then i don't open it again" frenchie just like me fr
-i know stede did NOT just say "he's just blowing off some steam" in response to olu pointing out that ed has been committing so many crimes they literally had to start listing them on the back of the wanted posters. it's giving "girlfriend whose boyfriend acts like a massive asshole to her in front of her friends but she tells them he's actually soooo sweet when it's just the two of them together"
-"well, we can't turn up with any old ship. we need to look good" stede you literally haven't touched clean water in who knows how long, i think pulling up to the revenge in a dope af whip might need to be a little lower on your priority list babe
-the way ed gently strokes that cake topper before stuffing it in his jacket right above his heart like he used to do with the red silk bc stede's entire being eclipsed the silk when he became ed's whole heart. cinema
-i said it before and i'll say it again: izzy looks like a sad clown with his rudy giulliani lookin ass hair dye dripping down his face and the black panda rings around his eyes as a sad excuse for war paint
-when watching the first ep for the first time, i found myself becoming extremely uncomfortable and even anxious at times watching ed doing drugs and having a very public spiral that he takes out on the crew. massive props to taika and the writers for being able to make me genuinely a little terrified of Blackbeard in those scenes
-conathan o'neill. words cannot describe how enrapturing every single second of screentime you get is. every pixel of your performance is pure perfection. every tear that glimmers in your eye but refuses to fall is gloriously gut-wrenching. every laugh out of izzy's mouth is uniquely, ineffably uncomfortable in ways that should be futilely studied by science. also u look really hot when you're leaning on the rigging in the storm
-the swede shaking his head "no" at stede trying to warn him not to talk back to jackie when she steals their savings. he was trying to help his friends :(
-"i know that guy, we had breakfast together :D" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts together" "oh okay :))" the swede my beloved
-buttons opening his mouth when it starts raining. buttons my beloved
-"im afraid your...your life is better without me" is SUCH an amazing line read from rhys, the way stede's voice hitches and you can hear the tears in his throat as he tries to voice his deepest fears is so incredibly moving which is why i got both the ick and medically diagnosed whiplash when he busts out that extraordinarily cringe ed voice to RESPOND TO HIMSELF. idk what's wrong with that man but it's not in ye olde DSM-5
-the fact that, once again, in stede's own imagination ed is not refuting stede's fears but is rather confirming them in the case of him talking to ed's wanted poster about how he's worried ed's life is better without stede in it and stede responding "could be...could be mate" in "ed's" voice is actually really desperately tragic and heartbreaking when you think about it ! :)
-"i know everything about you" i truly hate to say it but SOME of us, and im not saying who (me), are unfortunately extremely ricky-coded. it's giving "hi kevin" in spongebob
-"i, too, am a child of wealth" STOOOOPPPPPPPP I WAS ABSOLUTELY HOWLING AT THIS LINE IDK WHAT THE WRITERS ARE GETTING PAID BUT IT NEEDS TO BE ON PAR WITH WHATEVER RICHES RICKY WAS CLEARLY STRUGGLING WITH AS A CHILD VICTIM OF TOO MUCH MONEY
-someone smarter than me should do an analysis on how quickly stede's attitude towards ricky flipped once ricky told stede he was his hero and the gentleman pirate saved his life and how stede maybe saw a lot of his past self in ricky and is intimately aware of how the mundanity of living a life that's been prescribed to you from birth with expectations you could never live up to can drive you to the edge unless you choose to do something drastic to change your situation and how stede already feels like such a failure because of both the situation with his family/old life AND with ed/his new life that he took the opportunity to be the kind of gentle guide he could've used when he was starting out in the same situation ricky is before stede met ed and started to learn the ropes more. so if ur reading this please get on that thx <3
"my time with jackie has been the happiest of my life. her love has helped me locate parts of myself i didn't even know existed" (his prostate) "and reclaim others that i had long missed" (his teeth and nails)
-"but...i owe you a life debt and i am bound to honor it" something something mary telling stede "we made a contract in front of god and i am bound to honor that" something something stede being told by multiple people he cares about that the only reason they're dealing with him is because of societal convention
-i was gonna start this post off with "sorry" but i actually will not be apologizing for the unabated foaming-at-the-mouth level of hedonistic intoxication i experience every time i look at ed in his warpaint. if you have any issues with this that's between u and god buddy
-"i have...love for you, edward" actually made me gasp so hard i choked
-"i heard that you think the vibe here on the ship is poisonous" ed said VIBE CHECK and then took izzy's leg
-fang whimpering is actually illegal
-ed asking blackbeard about the vibes on the ship was such an incredibly well done performance from taika because i was genuinely so uncomfortable watching that go down i almost had to look away
-frenchie shaking his head "no" at izzy after izzy yells at ed to stop with his insane blackbeard monologue about the vibes on the ship is such a tiny moment but speaks VOLUMES about how trauma-bonded that crew has become under the kraken's rule. frenchie doesn't want to see izzy get even more hurt than he already does on a daily basis but i think he also knows it's already too late
-god the way ed just casually turns away and shoots izzy the second he hears the first "st" syllable of stede's name is so chilling
>>>side note: does ed look away because he can't watch himself actually hurt izzy THAT badly? he later turns his back to izzy in the hopes izzy will shoot him and when he doesn't, ed leaves before izzy shoots himself
-izzy's resigned inhale and small smile before starting to say "your feelings for stede bonnet" is so unbelievably heartbreaking because he knows. he knows he's about to get majorly fucked up for what he's about to say but he's tired of everyone walking on delicate shards of glass around ed
-the fucking joke of "how are you so good at this" because he's literally doing the swedish massage. credit goes to my friend shane for realizing this right away when it would've taken me 20 rewatches to come close to getting it
-"I can't believe how well this is going" black pete my beloved
-"this is where you went wrong with the whole gentleman pirate thing. details like this are important to build a brand" she's an influencer
-"i cant believe you guys robbed jackie. wow. so bad" the swede my beloved
-wee john covering his nose as jackie says she's about to get more noses for her nose jar
-"aint you that soup bitch" "im the money bitch" well im gay and i want them both to step on me
-"it's okay sexy dutchman"
-ed crying on the bow of the ship is sooooooooooo insane to me like i keep getting reminded of the fact that he's literally been crying every single night for MONTHS over stede
-"never going back to land. we're gonna sail, rob, and raise hell forever and ever without end" "sounds like a plan" frenchie's face as he realizes he's probably gonna spend the rest of his life on that ship may have actually caused heart damage
-HI THE TRANSITION FROM ED SAYING "FUCK YOU STEDE BONNET" AND LOOKING AT THE MOON TO STEDE LOOKING AT THE SAME MOON AND SAYING "GOODNIGHT ED TEACH" SHOULD EITHER BE GIVEN AN OSCAR OR CODIFIED AS A VIOLATION OF THE GENEVA CONVENTION I JUST DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE YET
#ofmd#our flag means death#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers#edward teach#stede bonnet
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this is so self indulgent of me to ask but let me embarrass myself by asking for tummy kisses for Prem and Bug
FGSGHSH I LOVE YOU POSH. I'm sorry this took so long - Christ I feel so rusty - and the ending is a blunt as a gunshot, but I THINK IT'S CUTE and I hope I didn't butcher Bug too much 💖🥹
Prem is taller than Bug. That’s a fact of nature. Even on flat-feet, Prem’s a good five inches taller. But. Shit. She’s got this pair of five inch Louboutin heels—the fuckin’ sharp-an’-pointy kind, flashy black patent leather, with those retina-searin’ red bottoms Bug’d only seen in magazine pages until Prem had pulled ‘em out of her luggage.
She wears them with a Barbie Doll heel foot on her prosthetic, walkin’ well balanced with a sleek, dark-oiled teak cane with the silver head of a mallard for a handle. Looks a bit vampiric, but not in a bad way. Sort of way that makes Bug’s mouth run dry, and reach for Price’s sipping whiskey to quench her pinching-parched throat.
“Mm?” the man hums, rubbing his recently trimmed beard, following her eyes, and then he gets that fuckin’ pinched up, pleased smirk on his face, like he knows somethin’ about somethin’. “Yeah. The heels always have me fucked up, too.”
“Piss right off,” Bug grunts, taking his glass in full, and he only chuckles to himself, joining her in watching Prem swim her way through the gallery show. Feels strange to Bug, a bit, to see Prem’s death masks mounted on black grids of metal, lit harsh and bright from above with studio track lamps—but by no means wrong. No, more was like seeing an old friend finally finding a place they belonged. Been on the woman’s ass long enough to get her to agree to a show.
Prem—true to her callsign, Premonition, the woman that sees the future and all that lies hidden—must feel the eyes on her, because she turns her head to look over a sleek shoulder, and a smile warps her painted-burgundy lips. She lifts a hand and waves with a little wiggle of her ring finger, right at her.
Bug can just feel Price making that goddamned quokka face again, staring dead at the side of her face. She swills the giant cube of ice around the dregs of his whiskey, and she jabs him where it smarts, but only a bit, “Think Soap’s gone and let your mutt get picked up by the RSPCA yet? Or you think he’s still wanderin’ some back road like a bum?
Price shakes his head. “Nah. Dog’s fine, probably making moon-eyes at Bordelon,” he starts, but he shrugs his shoulders with a thoughtful look, “Soap’s probably up with Agnes trying to dust her crypt.”
“Oh, you dirty old fuck,” Bug snorts, pulling a face of disgust, “Agnes’s taste is so much better than that. Disgusting you’d even suggest that.”
“Mhmm,” Price purrs, leaning back against the bar, resting a hand on the small of her back, rubbing his blunt fingers into the small pad of soft pudge he finds there.
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Prem is the one to pinch Price’s jaw, giving it a good jiggle around eleven, when the crowd’s gotten thicker with the hipster art scene rats, and she can no longer functionally give a fuck about showing face. “John. My darling. My dear love. My...sweetest, closeted Nine Inch Nails boy—”
“Fuck’s sake,” he grunts, jiggled.
“—can you please, please find us some good scran?” she finishes, leaning heavily on her cane, her weight bent toward Bug’s figure. He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk pulling at his mouth under the chops—just a little one, like it’s a bit shy of showing itself. Prem knows she’s won the moment she sees it, pulling him in for a *pap!* of a kiss before giving his cheek a chummy clap. “Good man, crack on.”
Bug slides right into Prem’s free side, sliding an arm around the woman’s waist as one of Prem’s snakes around her shoulders. “So, what was the trick for pullin’ that off, eh? He gives me all sorts a’shit when I try to boss him,” Bug laughs, sinking into the scent of Prem’s perfume.
“Y’just have to get his dick a little bit hard, that’s all,” Prem hums in return, waggling her brows. “You’re a dabhand at it, y’know? Just gotta harness it, eh.”
“Ooh, I’ll have to practice on that then, won’t I?” Bug is beaming, and she knows it. Doesn’t try to hide it, either. Neither does she try to hide the way that she keeps glancing at Prem’s lips when she looks up into her face, tugging her toward down the sidewalk in the direction of their hotel.
Prem’s eyes—already dark under the streetlamps, wet and deep like pools of ink—go half-lidded, and she dips her head, tucking her nose under Bug’s heavy mane of curls. Fuckin’ embarassin’ it is, how fast Bug grows wet between the legs as she feels Prem’s lips pressin’ slow and warm against her neck, where the print of her lipstick will remain hidden.
“Mm,” Prem begins to murmur, “wanted to do that feck-off bad all night. Kept seein’ you and John standin’ together, and don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Her eyes squeeze tight, still breathing against Bug’s skin. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about watchin’ you two fuck the daylights out of each other. Him on top, feckin’ you all slow, and hard—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bug barks with laughter, shaking her head, yoking Prem’s throat loosely in her hand, pushing her back a bit, burning head to toe with a bright flush and a thumping desire that starts in her cunt and booms out to her fingers, toes and lashes. “Can’t even wait ‘til we’re back in the hotel, huh? We got you in that bad of a way?”
“Always!” Prem sniffs, grinning.
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There’s only a single lamp on in the room, and Prem is wearing only her prosthetic, and her panties, with a tube of her lipstick tucked in the band. Demon of a woman had the gall to let Bug get all the way dressed down to one of Price’s black t-shirts and her drawers before she made her move. Bug had to admit, though—good fuckin’ move, that one. Might have to tuck it in her own pocket for later.
Bug snorts as Prem’s hands slide up to her hips, gripping the softness she finds there, and deeper, until her fingertips knead tight muscles. Bug’s hands slide directly to the woman’s neck, resting with her thumbs over the pulsepoint, urging her down to kiss, and Prem falls right into the trajectory of it.
“Oh, aw, feck,” Prem laughs, pulling back from Bug’s lips, and the remorse sounds utterly put-on, “I’ve gone and shitted up your face. Look at you, you’re all smudgy. Didn’t mean to do all that.”
“And you’re a shit liar, darlin’,” Bug tosses back, feeling wild as she runs wide-open, letting Prem move her back to the bed, urging her up onto the pillows.
“Yeahhh—you’re right.” Prem has the audacity to fuckin’ giggle, burying her face against Bug’s neck once again, sliding between her spread legs, her hands moving farther up Bug’s shirt, savoring the soft curve of her waist, the structure of her ribs. But, goddamn, does she touch Bug as if considering her angles and construction like a well fine piece of art, wanting to pick up the techniques to copy into her own repertoire.
Up trails Bug’s shirt, a slow and subtle climb as Prem cups her breasts, rolling her nipples beneath her thumbs, pinching and tugging them slightly. Her grin’s impossible for Bug to ignore as her lips press more and more burgundy prints into her skin, and they both just find themselves laughing for no reason at all apart from sheer delight.
Prem’s knee slides up, coaxing Bug’s legs further open, and Bug sighs heatedly with the move, letting Prem push her shirt up over her breasts. “You’re a wicked-ass little thing,” she accuses, and Prem nods in emphatic agreement as she begins to kiss Bug’s freckled sternum.
She's kissed Bug's breasts, teasing her nipples with her soft, warm tongue, leaving behind prints of burgundy lips on the areola, the bottom swells, the top. Made herself right at home, groping Bug's hips tight before she leans up enough up to smart-ass-casual swipe more color onto her mouth, leaving Bug squirming and laughing under her. It only turns into a cackle when Prem dips to her stomach, kissing a belt across her waist, her bellybutton (where she dips her tongue, causing Bug to howl a surprised laugh and buck), and just—all over.
Makes Bug's head swim, it does. “Think you're just showin’ off at this point, sweetheart,” she snorts, brushing her fingers over Prem's short curls, slipping down to draw nonsense over the nape of her neck.
“Oh, no,” Prem hums, and Bug can feel her grin as it meets her hip, “am just stallin’ for…”
The door of the hotel room groans open, and Price's heavy steps are unmistakable alongside the shuffle of a paper bag in his arms, and the wrestling-out flap of his fleece lined denim jacket snapping. He doesn't stop what he's doing, but he sure takes a long look, and Bug can't help but grin wide under crinkled eyes and stick her tongue between her teeth as she gives a little wave. “Hi,” she says, simple as can be.
Price drops the bag on the empty dresser— they'll find out in an hour or two he'd somehow managed to find cut italian hoagies by some miracle—and he sits on the other bed, looking at them as he unlaces his boots. Prem kicks her feet up in the air, crossing them at the ankles while she pressed her cheek to Bug's belly.
“Am I early or late?” he grunts.
“Course he don't wonder if he's invited,” Bug teases, but she continues to smile. They've all three caught each other in compromising enough positions to play grab-ass about it—Price is the only one that acts caught when it happens.
“Actually,” Prem sighs, rising to her knees in a well practiced movement, sliding forward to kiss Bug's lips as she goes, “you're right on time.”
Prem's got the audacity to sneak launch a playful clap between Bug's legs—over her soaked, but clothed crotch—earning herself one wicked bark of indignation and a swat at her arm for making Bug's neglected pussy throb. But Prem continues regardless, ordering lightly, “Get your shite-arse over here and eat her. Poor thing's tremblin’.”
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𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬
summary: you get a peak of his tattoo on tv and welcome Chris home on your knees.
warnings: one filthy bj. plain and simple.
word count: 1322
author’s note: yet again this man has inspired nothing but lewd thots. for fic purposes i’m saying it’s a tiger. figured i’d finally finish this to make more room in my wip folder lmao
☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
The second Chris is through the door, you’re on him.
A deep “mmph” rumbles his chest as you press his body into the front door with a hard grind. His backpack hits the floor and his hands cup your jaw as your lips slot themselves over his plush ones.
His graying beard scratches your skin as he deepens the kiss, shifting his hold to wrap around your waist. He’d been gone for only two days but it was enough to have you both feral by the time he got back home.
Your fingers dig into the green/blue striped shirt as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip before pushing his way into your mouth. He takes long possessive licks, claiming his territory.
Chris pulls away with a smirk, eyes twinkling as he lays his head back on the dark wooden door. “I missed you too, Sweetheart.” He says with a chuckle.
He thumbs the apple of your cheek when you smile. “Sorry, I was watching the Kimmel Interview and I got a bit excited.” You confess.
His brow twists in playful confusion. “So you got off to me belong pelted with basketballs?”
“Chris!” You grumble and lightly slap his arm. “No! I just forgot how hot it is to get a sneak of your tats every now and then.”
“What? When did that happen?”
“When you took a shot I saw the tiniest sliver of your tiger hip tat.” Your fingers absentmindedly play with the seem of his shirt before sliding under and caressing the inked flesh.
Chris raises a pondering brow. “Oh yeah? It got ya missin’ me?”
You silently nod, eyelashes flutter as you slide your hand even lower. His breath hitches when you palm the slight bulge trapped beneath his blue trousers.
“Or just missin’ my cock?” He playfully jabs before choking on a groan when you make a fist and pump his cock through the material.
Your lips tug into a sly smile watching him crumble beneath your touch. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.” You say with a shrug before grasping the edge of his shirt and lifting. He raises his arms and helps you remove it before throwing the shirt somewhere behind you.
His chest and torso are splayed with multiple tattoos and a generous layer of salt and peppered hair. Your nails rake down his chest making his pecs bounce beneath your fingertips.
You softly press your lips against his collarbone and feel him relax under your touch. The tender breeze of a sigh fans your forehead as you slowly kiss your way down his chiseled torso.
Chris’s pecs are so full and strong you can’t help but take a bite of the supple muscle. He hisses under your wicked treatment only to whimper when you lick the barely there marks.
Your mouth never leaves his skin as you descend to your knees. Intent on making him weak by kissing and licking every inch of his body until the tent in his trousers was obscene.
“Looks like you sure missed me.” You quip as you unzip the material and let it pool around his ankles. His cock twitched heavily under the black boxer briefs as you trace a lithe finger up the curve of him.
Chris sighs with a soft chuckle, “You fuckin’ bet I did.” The heat from his flesh seeps through the thin boxers; he was so hot and excited to get your mouth on him.
You unwrap the statuesque man slowly, peeling off the painted-on briefs inch by inch until his thick, weeping cock bounce at eye level.
“What a sight.” You croon. Blood rushes to your core and makes you throb with the anticipation of finally getting him in your mouth.
His girth is so wide you clench knowing how good he’ll spread you open when the time comes. The length of him is just long enough to make you choke when he isn’t too careful or when you go completely feral on him. His blushing crown drips with pre cum and his sack hangs heavy between his legs, waiting for a warm place to unload.
You tenderly wrap your fingers around the base of him and give a hearty tug towards the tip as you cover the searing head with soft, wet kisses.
Chris clenches his fists and a low growl rumbles from the deep cavern of his chest.
Your hands circle his length and begin a steady back and forth rhythm as you drag your tongue around the weeping tip licking up the salty fluid. Chris grunts like he got hit in the gut when you surprise him and swallow him down in one go.
Your head bobs steadily on his cock as your hands twist and tug his length. Constant pressure and stimulation make his toes curl and eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands cage your head between his palms but he doesn’t direct. He lets you have complete control as you fuck your mouth onto his cock.
“God damn, Baby, I missed your mouth so fucking much.” He confesses with a grated tone.
You suckle the bulbous tip tasting his salty spend as you drag your tongue around and around. Circling the mushroom head with tight swirls and groaning when his hips buck forward trying to shove his girth down your throat.
You smack his hip and quirk a brow up at him letting him know who's in charge. His lips tug into the most pathetic little pout before he starts gasping when you tongue at the tiny hole that tops his crown.
“Shit- yes. Fuck, that feels so good.” He gasps, succumbing to the otherwordly sensation.
His body quivers beneath your hands as you softly prod the tip of his cock head. “Oh fuck.” The ragged groan falls from his lips when you finally pull away. A strand of spit stays connected to your lips as his shiny, wet cock bobs in the air desperately searching for warmth again.
“Please, fuck, I need it.” He sweetly begs with doe eyes.
“You gonna come down my throat? Give me every drop?” You softly order from down on your knees.
Chris goes slack against the door and eagerly nods. “Yes, please, yes, every drop.”
You smile up at him as you tap the swollen, sticky crown against your tongue. “I want it. Make me choke on it.”
Chris doesn’t waste a second, wrapping his large hands around your head and thrusts as much length as he can fit into your mouth. He moans and shakes above you as he fucks his cock over your tongue and hits the back of your throat with every brazen shove.
Your hands grasp his firm hips for leverage as you gag heavily around him and relax your throat as he tests the tendons with his girth. You heave after a rather brutal punch to your tonsils. Spit trickles down your chin and mixes with the tears that have fallen from the rough act.
“Sweetheart, shit. I’m-” Chris half grunts half whimpers as he pummels his hips and slides his soaked cock into the tight confines of your gullet.
You groan when you feel his cock swell and throb as it bursts a thick load of salty spend. Chris growls out his pleasure, coating every inch of your mouth with his seed.
You swallow him down with a smile as he catches his breath. His abs contract with every exhale and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the undulating tattoos that ripple with every breath.
He looks down at you with the dopiest grin. “I ain’t never leaving you home now after that performance.” He jokes before helping you to your feet.
He kicks off his trousers with a laugh and circles an arm around your waist before leading you to the master bedroom. “Now it’s my turn to show how much I missed you.”
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