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Title: Twice Seals The Fate***
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Title: Twice Seals The Fate ***
Pablo Schreiber x GF Reader
Warning: NSFW, SMUUT, Cursing, Male & Female Receiving, Mild Crude Language, Fluff, 18+ Mature Content, Unprotected Lovin, Implied Preggo Talk
Words: 4.2k
Summary:  While Pablo is on location filming the latest season of HALO, you pay him a visit after a nice chunk of time frees up on your calendar. One morning you wake to see him mid workout and laying eyes on this sight, there is only one possible outcome.
Note: I couldn’t resist this one. You’re welcome!
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 Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.
 The sound was so soft you almost missed it. However, the bevy of animal sounds continued.
 Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.
Squawk- Squawk, Squawk - Squawk.
Neeeeeeigh.
Moooooo.
 “Mmm.”
 You groaned feeling as if you’d put yourself through a rigorous two-hour workout. You rolled to your right and your arm flopped onto a pillow—an empty pillow. It took a few moments but when your brain registered that and the sounds you were hearing your head flew up. The brightness around you felt unnatural as if it was artificial. Squinting, you looked around and immediately didn’t recognize your surroundings.
 “What the--.”
 It took nearly a minute for you to remember the last 24 hours. Your head was heavy and everything hazy. You got bits and pieces of your travels. You on the plane after agreeing to make a long-awaited visit to none other than the love of your life. It was a trip you’d both been unable to make but also reluctant to make.
 Your schedule was insane as was Pablo’s thanks to him being on location filming the second season of Halo. To make things worse you hated flying after the two scares you’d had. Flying was the bane of your existence, and you could never do it unless you drank your way through it. Not even Valium fully worked on you, so you incorporated some self-medication—liquor.
 You groaned again as it all came back. 4 valiums, 4 bottles of wine and an eight-hour flight took you all the way out. When you’d gotten off the plane you were more than tipsy. You cringed thinking you may have embarrassed yourself or Pablo when he and his assistant picked you up.
 “Oh god, Y/N,” you croaked as you flipped onto your back.
 You knew you’d gotten into the wrong career for the level of shambles you found yourself in whenever you had to fly. Nothing worked. Pablo knew this and had always been so supportive of you with working around it and it only made you love him even more. You replayed a memory from last night of Pablo putting you in the bathtub and giving you a bath like an actual toddler then tucking you in forehead kiss and all.
 “Oh god.”
 Guilt filled you. He’d probably had a long day on set and needed to be taken care of and loved on too, but you were so out of it he’d ended up taking care of you. Knowing him he was probably feeling guilty making you come all the way out. At the thought of him, you looked beside you and found his side empty. You sat up with the intention to go looking for him but the view out the sliding doors held you captivated.
 “Wow.”
 Thankfully your legs were in full working order now. You walked over to the doors and marveled at the view before you. As far as the eye could see it was white with peeks of greenery. The expansive field was so wide and free of clutter, litter, and people that you could not help but step outside onto the veranda. The crisp, fresh air hit you and it was clear you weren’t in LA anymore.
 Despite the strong chill in the air thanks to the freshly fallen snow, you couldn’t find one fault. This may actually be heaven, you thought to yourself. Off to the left you saw the responsible parties for the farmland orchestra. There were actual cows grazing in the pasture like they had not one care in the world and free roaming horses.
 “Must be nice.”
 A flock of birds passing overhead caught your eye and you watched them flit merrily in the air as their song echoed around. This view and atmosphere made up for the eight-hour nightmare. You took a few more moments to enjoy the view but when the cold got too much to bear in your state of undress, you then went back inside to brush your teeth before finding Pablo.
 When you made your way through the quiet house you wondered if he’d left to set already. Peeking into rooms you found them Pablo free. You thought to go back to the bedroom for your phone to call him but decided to look everywhere first. Turning the corner, you expected to be the only one there, but you stopped in your tracks as the most delicious sight laid before you that cleared any residual haze in your brain.
 Pablo was in the center of the large and minimalistic living room with his back braced on a rolling sit up wheel with his arms behind his head. His feet were firmly planted on the hardwood floors with a pair of brown sweats sitting dangerously low. From the angle you stood you could count each and every ab muscle that popped from his perfect form.
 Slowly, you raked your eyes over every inch of skin that was on display. Have mercy you thought. The pictures he’d been sending you over the last three months had not done an ounce of justice to what you were looking at now. From the pictures he looked good yes, and you’d wanted to run your hand along every inch of him, but in front of you now, you wanted so much more.
 You watched him use the contraption underneath him, no doubt a new torture device from Eddie. He rocked forward and brought himself into a crunch and if it was possible those abs popped even more. He held the position and the longer he did the more parched you became. Thanks to those low sitting sweats you could see those brain numbing indentations at his sides that disappeared inside those now annoying sweats. Your eyes lowered and caught sight of a half-asleep monster skimming the surface.
 Without thought you licked your lips. Pablo rolled backward releasing the position he’d been holding and arched himself back. Your eyes roamed up his sweat glistened body to see he wore headphones. He probably had no idea you were up much less ogling him like this. You slowly and carefully walked into the room taking care to not make a sound. Once you came around him and stood just between his legs you took the time to admire him some more.
 His usual fit and build were always impressive to you because he always kept himself in good shape no matter what. However, his Halo level of fit was insane, and you thanked the producers every day that they’d chosen him for the role and that he was so dedicated to portraying an authentic master chief. Needless to say, your sex life since had been at a whole new level of explosive. It was a level you didn’t think was possible since you were already at wildfire levels.
 Before he could move you dropped down onto your knees and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. As soon as they moved, Pablo flinched swinging his head up to land on you. Your attention was taken by the half soft meal you’d revealed.
 “Jesus! Y/N, you scared the shit out of me!”
 “Did I?”
 You looked at him without moving your head, so it was only your eyes that bored into him. You always knew this made him weak. Sure enough, Pablo groaned.
 “God, don’t look at me like that.”
 Smirking, you wrapped your hand around his length that was much firmer than seconds ago.
 “Mmm. Looks like you like being scared and the way I’m looking at you.”
 Pablo scoffed and made a move to get off the wheel, but you gently squeezed him.
 Groaning, he met your eyes again. “What’re you doing? You know that’s not a toy, right?”
 “No? I thought it was my toy?”
 His clear hazel eyes darkened as the tip of his tongue dipped out to wet his bottom lip.
 “No worries, I’m not looking for a toy right now…just a snack.”
 You tipped your tongue and licked from the base of his cock to the smooth tip. A deep moan that sounded like a big cat’s purr rumbled in Pablo’s chest and filled the room. You loved hearing him moan.
 “I’m—I’m sweaty. Let me--.”
 His words were cut off by another moan when you sucked his head into your mouth and moaned on it hoping that was answer enough for him.
 “Uuugh!”
 Pablo’s head dropped back to hang down as you swirled your tongue around him quite enjoying the slight saltiness to his skin. A wave of hunger hit you so hard that you couldn’t control yourself. Dipping your head lower, you took him into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.
 Pablo hissed as his head flung back up to watch you. Using his hands, he bracketed your head holding you gently. His mouth fell open as if he’d planned to say something, but no sound came. Rotating your head from left to right you rolled your tongue along the underside of his shaft.
 “Fuuuuck!”
 “Mmmm.”
 Pablo’s grip tightened. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but just enough to let you know he was quickly losing control.
 “God baby,” he breathed keeping a close eye on your mouth.
 You slowly bobbed on him bringing your mouth all the way down so your top lip brushed against the spray of dark neatly trimmed hair there then up just until his swollen tip slipped out of your mouth. When it did, he grunted and thrusted upward showing his eagerness to be back inside your mouth.
 “Shit Y/N,” he muttered through trembling lips.
 That wasn’t the only thing that was trembling. From the way his body shook, you could tell he was quickly getting to the point where his muscles would give way. Increasing the power of your suck, you clamped onto his need and moaned. Suddenly Pablo jerked up sending his arousal down your throat tempting your gag. Suppressing it, you pulled back lifting your mouth off of him leaving a trail of thick saliva.
 “For fuck’s sake,” Pablo rasped before he yanked you to him. Your body crashed to his and it was at the last moment that you worried the wheel underneath him would break that Pablo smoothly held you to him, rolled to the right while cocooning you so you didn’t feel the impact of the wooden floors.
 “I’ve missed you so much, dollface.”
 You smiled and smoothed the back of your hand against his bristled cheek.
 “I missed you too. I’m sorry about--.”
 That was all you got out before Pablo’s lips pressed to yours for your first kiss in months. You both moaned against each other as your lips sweetly danced together reacquainting themselves with the feel of the other. When you felt Pablo readjust himself so he was perfectly nestled between your legs, you moaned at the heaviness of his length pressed against your core. His lips sped and the kiss turned desperate, urgent, and so much more sinful. He kissed you like a hungry man. A man who’d had to go months without sustenance and couldn’t get enough now with his first taste.
 Soon you both were wildly making out on the floor pawing at each other wherever you could. The t-shirt that you’d found yourself in when you awoke was now pushed to your hips exposing your lower half where you only wore one of Pablo’s boxers. His large hand snaked underneath the shirt to cup your bare breast. You arched thrusting it further out to him like a sacrificial offering. Pablo groaned then buried his head into your neck where he nipped, licked and sucked your skin.
 “Oh Pablo.”
 His roughened thumb swiped across your nipple once, then twice before he flicked the now hardened peak.
 “Yes,” you breathed.
 As one hand cupped your breast, the other dipped inside those boxers and found where you wanted him the most. A high-pitched gasp left your lips when Pablo’s fingers dipped between your folds.
 “Mmmmm,” Pablo rumbled finding you already wet for him.
 Pablo then pressed his forehead to yours as his fingers explored the slickness between your thighs.
 “Fuck dollface, you’re already wet for me?”
 You nodded unable to find your voice. He scissored your clit between his fingers and slid them up and down sending such powerful sparks of pleasure through you, you nearly came right then.
 “Aaah!”
 Pablo must have sensed it because his body stiffened, then he slid one finger home into your core. You both groaned in unison. It wasn’t nearly enough but it was still so fucking good and so much more than you’d had all these months. When you opened your eyes, you found Pablo’s hazel ones locked on you. His mouth was slightly ajar as he continued dipping into your cavernous heat one centimeter at a time. When he’d finally sent that one digit as far as it could go, he curled it up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
 “You’re so tight. It’s like I’ve never claimed this sweet little pussy as mine.”
 You whimpered when he hooked his finger deeper.
 “Fuck, I’m going to have to teach her again how to take me, huh?”
 You nodded.
 “I can’t hear you dollface.”
 Pablo added another finger rotating his wrist, so his fingers spiraled inside of you.
 “Ye—ye—yes, yes, yes!”
 As if on their own, his fingers pulled out of you only to slam back in again and again before Pablo pulled them out completely. You watched as he licked them clean like a man with his favorite flavored cone.
 “You taste as good as I remember. I want more.”
 Before you knew it, Pablo had flipped you so you were straddling him with his thick, hard cock pressing against your sex. The feel of him nestled between your legs but not inside of you was so tempting that you couldn’t resist ricking against him using your slickness to ease your glide.
 “Aah,” Pablo growled gripping your hips but not stopping you.
 You began slow but that didn’t last. After the second or third rock you were quickly rubbing yourself against his need half using him for your own pleasure and half teasing him. The only sounds in the living room were your combined panting and moaning. Pablo’s grip on your hips tightened and soon he was pulling you toward his face.
 When his mouth latched onto your clit you instinctively bucked against him swiping your pussy across his mouth and nose. Pablo moaned then locked his arms around your waist holding you right where he wanted. His tongue set the pace telling you that he planned on devouring you until you were breathless and trying to run away and even then, he wouldn’t let you.
 Before even three minutes had passed you were so close, and he knew it from the way your moans turned to mewls and mewls turned to pants then finally whines.
 “Ah, ah, ah, Pa—oh my god!”
 You tried to pull away, but his arms held you tighter and deciding to just lose yourself to the pleasure you rocked on him, riding his face. Your wail of pleasure echoed throughout the house as your orgasm crept up on you taking you by surprise. Pablo moaned as he lapped at your flesh taking every drop you gave him. Even then he didn’t releasee you, he kept on coaxing another.
 Trying to pry yourself from him was futile so you gave yourself to the wild, consuming feeling bubbling within you. A feeling that threatened complete destruction and rebirth, a feeling that wanted as much as it would give, a feeling that was almost terrifying in the way that it made you feel so utterly out of control, but you didn’t run from it. You found Pablo’s eyes on you, and you lost your shit. You came so hard you nearly fell back on him. If it weren’t for his strong arms holding you, you were sure you would have.
 The next thing you knew you were cocooned in Pablo’s arms with your head resting in the crook of his beauty mark speckled neck while straddling him. Your eyes met and your hearth thundered even more.
 “Hi,” Pablo whispered before kissing the tip of your nose.
 “Hi.”
 “I’m sorry, I took too much too soon,” Pablo said.
 Your brow crinkled. “Too much?”
 “After flying, now with jet lag, I should have--.”
 You cut him off with a kiss. When you felt his hardness lurch underneath you, you realized then you’d blacked out and he hadn’t come yet. This man was too good to you. Kissing him with renewed need, you shifted just a little so his cock was between your bodies throbbing against your belly. Then you shifted onto your knees and hovered just above his length. Every time your wet entrance grazed the tip of his need he flinched and stiffened.  He was barely hanging on.
 “You haven’t taken enough.”
 You then slid down taking him inside of you inch by slow inch. Pablo threw his head back and clenched his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably tempting you to nip him which you did. Biting down on his skin you marked him not caring who saw it. Pablo groaned, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto him filling and stretching you to capacity.
 “Fuck!”
 Pablo shook as he held you still. Every muscle in his back and chest jerked, then clenched and unclenched. He was right, he would have to teach you how to take him again. You were so impossibly full of him you were tethering on that fine line of pleasure and pain, and it drove you mad.
 “So tight, so fucking tight,” Pablo muttered allowing his vulnerability to shine through his voice.
 You slowly raised off of him allowing a few inches to slip from you before lowering yourself again. When you did, Pablo whimpered. Doing it again and again his reaction to you only intensified. By the time you’d picked up your speed both of your pleasure had synced. It felt as if you could feel his pleasure and he could feel yours. You were on the same seesaw ebbing back and forth, up and down on the way to the most powerful shared orgasm.
 “You’re so beautiful,” Pablo whispered into your ear before he bit your lobe.
 “Mmm. You feel incredible baby,” you countered.
 “Did you miss my cock dollface?”
 You nodded before you bit onto his bottom lip then sucked it into your mouth. Pablo squeezed your hips then began moving you on him. First, he rocked you back and forth then lifted you up and down slamming you down every time. By the time you were seeing stars behind your eyes, you pushed him back, so he laid down onto the floor, then lifted his t-shirt off of your body. Pablo’s eyes immediately dropped to your breasts and seconds later his hands cupped them.
 Using him as an anchor you planted your hands on this ripped torso then bounced on him. With every crash down onto him the goosebumps on your flesh beaded tighter and tighter, your telltale sign you were close.
 “I’m so close baby.”
 “Come for me dollface. Come all over this cock.”
 The man was an expert dirty talker. You didn’t stand a chance. As if on command, you did just that. As the sensation wrapped you up and took over you sat on top of him allowing yourself to fully let go after so many months apart. Pablo gripped your hips then jackhammered up into you inching your closer and closer to another release.
 “Ah, ah aahhaa, Pablo!”
 he grunted once, twice then you felt him filling you like a twinkie.
 “Ah, uh, uh, ah, uuuugh!”
 He held you so tightly against him ensuring that not even a drop escaped you and with every spurt he released inside of you, your body trembled. After several long moments, you both were a panting mess as you clung to one another.
 “Mmm, I love you, Y/N.”
 Your eyes met. “Yeah?”
 He looked so open, so vulnerable, so free for the taking.
 “I do. I love you so fucking much. Shit after today you just may be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
 He kissed your collar then brought sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your nipple.
 “Mmm. What’s that supposed to mean?”
 He took his time licking and sucking your nipple reawakening that hungry, desperate need within you. Pulling his mouth from your flesh, he bit his bottom lip then brought one hand to your stomach.
 “I think I may have just planted Pablo Jr and Pabuela right here.”
 Your eyes bugged as you took in his words. Both of you snorted then laughed heartily.
 “Pablo!”
 You playfully slapped his chest.
 “Is that what your goal was? Let’s trap her so she’ll stay?”
 You playfully pinched and poked him until he rolled onto you pinning your arms above your head.
 “Trap? That’s such an ugly word. I prefer locked down, wifed up.”
 Both of you stopped moving as your eyes lingered. This was not the first time ether of you had heard the W word in reference to your relationship. It was however the first time Pablo had used the W word in reference to your relationship. This was also the first time he’d joked about having kids with you. He hovered over you, searching your eyes. You didn’t know what to say so you remained silent as your heart raced uncontrollably.
 “What do you think?”
 “Pabuela is a hideous name. There is no way my—our daughter will be named that.”
 You knew what you’d said, and you’d said it on purpose. His eyes remained on yours, but they sparked with intensity.
 “But Pablo Jr?”
 “PJ, sounds good,” you whispered.
 It was as if you were having two conversations in one. This lighthearted hypothetical one with the real and much deeper one hidden between the words, a serious one, one that was heavy with promise and intent. Pablo bit his bottom lip as he readjusted himself between your legs.
 “It does. Maybe Y/N Jr for—our daughter?”
 Hearing how heartbreakingly soft his voice got when he said “our” made your heart skipped a beat. It was a horrible idea, no way would you want to make your daughter a Jr, but hearing those words from him took your breath away. Shit you were so gone--hook, line and sinker for this man.
 You widened your legs then wrapped them around his waist. “There’s room for improvement but—I think we should be sure they are planted properly. Once may be all it takes but twice—seals the fate.”
 Pablo slowly smiled until he was full on just teeth and gums. With one thrust of his hips, he connected you again, stealing your breath all over again. The whole time he thrust into you his eyes never left yours. You were having a full-on conversation with your eyes and the beating of your hearts. The intensity of the exchange made you overly sensitive. You could feel everything ten times more. Every rub of his skin against yours felt like sparks from fireworks landed on your flesh. Every collision of his hip bone into yours was the rake of nails along your skin. Every tap of his thighs against the backs of yours sent a frisson of fire through you. It all felt so incredible, so completely perfect.
 When you felt his movements lag becoming even less controlled, you knew the intensity of the moment, of your lovemaking was also making him more sensitive as well. He was close and neither of you wanted to stop it or slow down. Pablo quickly thrusted into you racing for his release and you held on to him never taking your eyes off of his. Suddenly he stopped moving leaving your body in heightened suspension. Your first thought was he’d changed his mind and was pulling away from you both physically and emotionally. The thought made your heart clench and eyes prick with tears.
 “I love you, Y/N. Forever and always.”
 His brow crinkled and just like that he’d made the conscious decision and deliberate choice to seal your fate and lives together. A tear rolled out the corner of your eye as you joined him in the sweetest orgasm you’d ever had together. When you felt Pablo’s thick digit swipe at the tear you saw the question, worry and fear in his eyes. Smiling, you cupped his bearded jaw and erased any doubt in him with three words.
 “Forever and always.”
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littlemelaninfics · 1 year
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Mmmkay but imagine Pablo being both a daddy dom and a pleasure dom and him getting of not only at the sight of you all tied up but also at the sounds you make as he finishes you
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"Look at you. So pretty. So helpless."
-The button on the wand attached to your clit clicked on
-Your back arched as far as it could off the bed, moans being muffled by the gag in your mouth
-His eyes would light up as your pussy started dripping, the vibrations making your juices spew against in bare arm and stomach
-“Gimme one more. Just one more,” he whispered as he connected his hand to your thigh
-A tear escaped from the corner of your eye. Your mound is so sensitive, yet your body craves the release. It craves the need to be good for him
-Your muffled moans would get louder as the vibrations feel like they somehow got stronger. Moving your hips up and down, climbing to the top of the mountain you’ve already jumped off 6 times tonight
-He would remove the wand and finish you off by rubbing is thick fingers over your sopping clit, inserting two all the way in so his thumb can finish the job
-Little strokes that would drive you crazy with desperation on any other occasion, but right now it was perfect
-You bit down on the gag as you eyes connected with his. He could see you begging
-“Good girl waiting for me to tell you when to cum,” he said placing the other hand on your lower stomach and pressing down
-You couldn’t hold it any longer and let out the most ecstasy filled wail you’ve ever omitted
-Pablo thrusts his fingers upwards and nudges your g-spot, immediately getting you to squirt down his forearm and onto the bed sheet
-This fucking freak would definitely drink from your fountain without a second thought
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indefiniteimagines · 1 year
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Day 1: 5some Porn Star AU
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A/N: WELCOME TO KINKTOBER 2022! I'm a few days late, but I am catching up between now and tomorrow. Please enjoy this 3.6k word porno because it's got zero plot.
WARNINGS: PLUS SIZE READER, Language, SMUT, PWP, surprise female director, Fem director fisting reader (ass and pussy), Double penetration (ass and pussy), boot licking, foot to face, Double penetration (ass and ass), Slapping, spitting, choking, oral (M receiving), squirting (slurping up squirt), Vibrator wand, throatpie, facial, cum in eye, creampie, IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING. I'M SO SORRY (MINORS DNI)
"Hey Daphne, we're ready for you," the producer says to you at your vanity.
"Oh okay!" You stand up and adjust your skirt before following him out of the green room. You walk down the dingy hallway before you start to see bright lights and hear more chatter. The makeup artist on set ushered you to the chair in the middle of the room and you sat down. She added a bit more powder and gloss to your look,
"Are you excited?"
"I'm so nervous!"
"Don't be. Everyone here is a professional and you know Scarlett would burn them at the stake if they hurt one of her girls."
"Yeah I guess that's true...."
"You'll do great. Just let loose and have fun," she said with a wink. She took a slight step back to look at her work and when she was satisfied, she gave your knee a light squeeze before walking away.
"Alright, everyone quiet on set! We're gonna get this thing started." This was the first time you heard Scarlett speak today and her voice sent waves through your body. After she got situated in the Director's chair next to the camera, she started talking to you.
"Alright Sweetie, we're about to shoot the first interview right now. Don't worry, it'll just be me and you talking; trying to get a better feel as to who you are, what brought you here, etc. Sound good?"
"Sounds perfect," you say flashing your winning smile.
"Alright, everyone quiet! Hit lights, roll camera. Let me see how that looks," she says to the cameraman. She gives you a thumbs up while still looking in the viewfinder before turning back to you,
“Hi there.”
“Hiiii, hehe,” you nervously say.
“What’s your name, Love?”
“I’m Daphne Rose.”
“And Daphne are you over 18?”
“Yes I am. I just turned 22.”
“Oh perfect! Well can I just say that you are so fucking cute. Like so adorable.”
“Oh thank you so much.”
“You are very welcome. So Daphne, you know why you’re here, right? I mean you’re here to get fucked.”
“By 4 guys.” 
“Yeah haha! Well, more like 4 beasts.”
“Ohhh my gosh, haha.”
“So tell me what brought you to Lovemefuckme.com. Was it fantasies? Was it a boyfriend who was a little rough and you realized ‘hey, this turns me on’? Or what was it that made you want to shoot with such a rough company?”
“Ummmm, I guess a little bit of all of it. I’ve had these sort of darker, 'struggle to get away’ fantasies for as long as I could remember. All of my boyfriends were never rough enough, so I think that’s why the want for this experience still lingers. Plus I mean, in the "real world" you don't always have 4 guys willing to throw you around and fuck you safely. I think that's really important when it comes to acting out darker fantasies. And I feel super safe with you, so I know I'll be more willing to put on the show of "No I really don't want this" while keeping my legs open and welcoming cocks, haha!"
"That's super hot. And trust me, you do not have to tell these guys twice about being rough. Have you ever been gangbanged or DP'd before?"
"No! I've never even had a threesome, so having two cocks in me at once or even in the same hole is what I'm shooting for!"
"Amazing. Hopefully we can stretch you out to do that. How tall are you, if you don't mind me asking."
"I'm barely 5'6."
"Oh they're gonna have fun with your little ass. Two of our guys are 6'5."
"Holy shit," you say squirming in your chair and rubbing your legs together.
"Nuh uh. I see that. No cheating," Scarlett warns.
"Sorry!" you say with a small giggle.
"And we can cut this part out if you want, but how much do you weigh?"
"I'm 230. But that's another reason I'm here. I've seen plus size models get roughed up and tossed around like nothing on the site and girls like me have a hard time finding that in society. So, I'm really looking forward to that!"
"Yeah, you are one of our smaller plus size models so the guys will have no problem at all rocking your little world. I mean you know we practically work with anyone who is consenting and over 18. We've had petite, plus size, milfs, mature, trans. The list goes on. But they're all here for the same reason you are; to live out their taboo fantasy safely...and get paid for it."
"Oh yeah the money is just a bonus!"
"Money is going to be the last thing on your mind, but I promise you will get paid for the work you do. Speaking of money, since this is a struggle scene I am offering you incentives to not get fucked."
"To not get fucked?"
"Exactly, so if you can last the whole shoot without a cock in your pussy, ass or mouth then that's an instant $1,000 bonus on top of what you're already making. If you just so happen to escape from the room, meaning past the camera and production crew, then that's an extra $4,000. So in total, you can make up to $5,000 plus your set salary. How does that sound?"
"Oh wow! I really wanted to get fucked, but 5 grand sounds a little better!"
"That's what they all say," she said with a grin.
"Now that we've gone over the basics, it's time to talk about your safe words. Do you remember them?"
"Yes. It's 'Red' if i want to stop, 'Mercy' or 'Yellow' to slow down or change something and 'Uh Uh Uh' if I have something in my mouth."
"Perfect. And make sure to really emphasize the head shake with 'Uh Uh Uh'. If you get nervous, just look to me and I'll try to center you back. Please know that you can use your safe word as many times as you need to and that it does not make you a weak model. It could be as simple as you have an eyelash in your eye to needing more lube. If you need to use them, please do not hesitate, okay?"
"Okay," you say with a sweet smile.
"Alright, well I think that about covers it. Are you ready?"
"I'm so ready."
"Okay, we'll call you back in about 20 minutes."
"Perfect!"
*20 minutes later*
You were back on set in the middle of the room. There was a small light behind the production crew that was positioned in a way that darkened your surroundings but lit you up. You could tell you weren't alone due to the heavy breathing coming from different directions in the room. You started to vibrate with excitement and fear at the same time.
"Alright, you ready?! Remember, 1,000 bucks to not get any cocks inside of you and $4,000 if you get past me. Once a cock is in you, there's no need to fight them off because you already lost that money. Just enjoy it. You have until the end of the shoot to get out. No biting, no scratching, no throwing elbows. Ready? GO!"
You let out a small squeal before running toward the crew. You get maybe 2 feet before the overhead lights are turned on and an arm is reached out and you're tugged back by your waist. Your feet come slightly off the floor as you're yanked back into the biggest man's torso. You see a tall, buff blonde come a pull one of your legs, followed by the shorter blonde doing the same; causing you to start bucking your legs.
They laugh at your attempts as the curly haired brunette comes and pulls your top down, exposing your black bra. They all let out a growl as he starts to knead your clad tit. You're still squirming in their embrace, trying to get free but to no avail. You arch your back and the man behind you grips tighter,
"Stop fighting. You've already lost," he says in your ear.
"Fuck you guys! No, I haven't!"
"Fuck us? Fuck us?" He yanks you back toward the bed, but the other men still have your legs.
"Let her go, guys. Let her go. You heard her, she wants to fuck us." They all release and you and Pablo flop back on the bed, your arms still behind your back. He wraps his legs around yours and holds them open. His hand goes around your neck, the other locking your arms as Henry tears your underwear at the hips and rips them off.
Alex and Chris begin taking off your shoes before taking turns ripping your tank top down your chest, leaving glorious red streaks in the process. Alex tugs at the center of your bra and it pops open. His and Henry's hands go straight for your nipples, tugging and flickering them. You're still struggling as your are now butt naked. Chris starts to rub your clit roughly.
"Alright, someone get a dick inside of her," Pablo says as Chris unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock. He positions himself between your legs and attempts to infiltrate your hole. You're still struggling as much as you can, making it difficult for him to execute.
The other three were still laughing at your attempts to get free. Chris repositions himself and starts to rub the head of his cock over your hole.
Scarlett yelled from the other side of the room, "Remember, 1,000 bucks! Don't let those cocks in you."
"You have a cock in you yet?" Pablo asked from behind you.
"Basically," you said with a smile.
"She's fucking tight," Chris says, still probing at your cunt. You let out a small laugh that turned into a moan when you felt the warm sting of Chris finally entering your pussy. He shows no mercy in his movements as he begins fucking you. Alex and Henry both have their cocks out and are stroking them, watching Chris have his way with you.
He thrusts relentlessly in you a few more times before he tells someone else to tag in. Henry races and untangles your legs from Pablo; growling as he pulled you farther on your back. Pablo still had your arms, but Henry placed your legs on one of his shoulders. His hand replaced Pablo's around your neck and he begins to pound you harder than Chris.
You can't help but stare up at Henry's curls bouncing up and down. You're snapped out of your daze when you feel Alex reach his hand between your bodies and grip your tit. Henry goes balls deep one last time before he pulls out. Alex grabs your hair and pulls you from the bed and to your knees. He turns your head towards Henry, forcing you to taste yourself.
You happily slurp his cock, tasting the pleasure your body secreted before you take him deeper; bobbing your head up and down. He pushes you off and tells you to find dicks. You reach out both hands and welcome them like you said earlier.
You're suddenly pulled up by the hair on the nape of your neck and yanked backwards by Pablo. You briefly look him in his eyes before he spit roughly on your cheek. You smile wide before he pushes you back on the bed. You land on your stomach when your ankle is caught and pulled back so you're back on the floor.
Alex pulls your hips up so you're on your knees and easily slides his cock in your sopping cunt. He lets out a grunt and bottoms out immediately. The grip he had on your hips was monstrous, but his cock felt too good to care. Pablo placed his boot on your jaw and you stick out your tongue to lick it. Alex repositions one of his hands and starts to have a hold on your shoulder. He starts to watch you lick the boot of the behemoth of a man and spits towards your face. You swipe it into your mouth and hold your fingers there as the familiar coil in your stomach starts to form.
You're moaning around your fingers when your eyes roll back.
"Are you cumming?" Pablo asks, leaning down. "Is she cumming?"
"Oh she's fucking cumming," Alex says.
"Don't let her cum," Henry calls out. Alex roughly pulls out of you and you moan in disagreement, but your orgasm was too close and your moan soon turns to pleasure.
"Did you fucking cum anyway?" Chris asks. You could't even regain your composure before you're trying to stand and escape. Chris and Henry push you back to the ground and Pablo is on you in less than a second. You're picked up and thrown back down, Pablo on your back. You heard his zipper go down,
"Since you still want to get away, I'll just make sure you can't." He spit in his hand you feel the head of his cock teasing your ass before thrusting in and giving no time to adjust. You let out a loud squeal while all the other men started whooping and cheering.
You were thrown around in all different positions before you were covered in sweat, your own cum and spit. You were almost out of it when a fully naked Henry came and slammed you against the wall face first. Pablo couched on your right and lifted your leg on his shoulder while Henry pounded your gaping ass. You ended up cumming again without permission and he yanked his cock out after Pablo told him to get the vibrator.
He lifted you to the position you started the shoot in, Chris and Alex pulling your legs apart once more.
"Get the vibrator." Henry picked up the black Hitachi Wand and held it to your overexposed clit.
Your worlds started to vibrate as your body shook from the wand,
"Ohhhhhh shiiiiitttt!!!!"
"Are you gonna ask to cum this time," Pablo taunted.
"Yes God please! Can I cum! Please let me cum!"
"You can cum, but I wanna see you cum on Scarlett's fist.
She struts on the set and sticks her fist in your mouth,
"Lube it up, bitch." She bends down to your cunt and slowly starts to stretch your pussy with her hand in the #4.
"OH MY GOD! FUCK! OH SHIT!"
"Look at that. Look at your whore cunt. Hold her head up." Pablo listened and shoved your head towards your stretched out pussy to see Scarlett's full fist filling you up.
"OH FUCK! Can I cum? Please can I cum?"
"Cum! Cum!" She encouraged. She kept pumping her fist in and out until you were soaking her forearm in cum. Your eyes were almost demonic as you came for the hardest time that day.
"Mmmmm, can I taste it? I wanna taste it," you say with you tongue out. Her fist is still inside of you when she tells Pablo to lower you back to the floor so you're sitting on her fist. She slowly pulls it out and immediately shoved it in your mouth.
"Taste it you fucking whore. Look at my shirt. Look what you did!" She yelled as she pulled you forward by your hair and onto your stomach. You begin to slurp up your squirt from the floor and swallow it. You do it again but this time she tells you to hold it in you mouth. She sits you back on your butt and opens your legs wide before attaching the wand back to your sensitive clit.
"Gargle that shit." You waste no time in following her command. You swallow it again and her hand is back down your throat. You begin to fight her and Chris comes and holds your arms. You try to talk but it comes out in gargles,
"What? Hmmm? What are you trying to tell me?" she asks as she turns off the wand. "You think I care that you want to breathe?"
"You should fist her ass too," you hear Henry say from behind Scarlett. She pulls her hand from your mouth and rubs your spit all over your face. She does it again and goes deeper down your throat,
"I'm gonna fist every hole you have. Turn her over."
Chris flips you over and Pablo and Alex each take a leg. Chris places his knee on your head to prevent you from moving at all. You feel Scarlett spit on your tight ass for good measure before she makes the same #4 shape with her hand and begins forcing her fist in your hole.
You begin to struggle against all of them and Henry comes and places his foot on your hips, holding them down.
"Ahh...ahhhh! Ow! Ow! OW!"
"We don't respond to 'Ow', bitch," you hear Pablo say. You still struggle when you hear Scarlett say to relax. You try your best, but the stretch is too much. She grabs your hips and put you on your knees to get a different angle.
The camera zoomed in on her fist and your hole, struggling to fit it. She keeps applying pressure, encouraging you to take it.
"It's almost in. Don't puss out on me now. Sit back on it." You angle your hips down and start to meet her in the middle.
"Ow ow ow ow ow!"
"It's almost in. It's almost in.....little more. There it is! Fucking A, that is a tight ass!" She gently pulls it out and Chris reaches for her hand before shoving it in is own mouth.
He turned you over and Scarlett's hand went around your neck before reaching for the wand once more,
"You wanna get fucked again, huh? Beg for it, bitch. Say 'Please Mommy Scarlett, let them stuff my holes' ", she says as she grips your hair and pulls your head back and forth.
"Please Mommy Scarlett! Please let them fuck my whore holes!"
"Look in the camera! I wanna see you beg me when I'm editing this."
"Please Mommy Scarlett! Please let them fuck my whore holes."
She made you cum once again and threw the wand down. Both of her hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off the air supply,
"You got me on camera with no makeup, my hair isn't done. Who the fuck do you think you are?" She asks releasing your throat and spitting in your face.
"Fuck her!" she yells before walking back to the director chair. You're yanked back to the bed, straddling Chris as he pulls you to his chest and Pablo comes up behind you. You feel Chris enter your pussy and Pablo slides easily into your stretched out ass. They fuck you like that for a few minutes while you choke on Alex's cock and stroke Henry.
You feel Chris slip out of your cunt and Pablo positions your hips down on his cock. What they're doing doesn't register until you feel Chris also poking at your ass. Pablo is still lowing your hips on their cocks before they both let out a loud moan and your eyes roll back. They relentlessly pound your tightest hole before switching with Alex and Henry.
These two are smaller than the other two, but the stretch and gape is still accomplished. Alex pulls out of your ass when Henry tells you to turn around on his cock and face the camera. With your legs open, Alex quickly switches between your pussy and ass while rubbing your clit.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Please can I cum?! Please FUCK!" They give you the green light and you're cumming and soaking their cocks like the dirty cock whore you are. You're pulled off the bed and to your knees on the floor. A cock is shoved in your mouth and down your throat before another one is forcing it's way in.
Above you, Pablo grabs the corners of your mouth and pulls them in to a makeshift smile.
"Smile for the camera, Daphne." Henry comes behind you and pulls your mascara smeared eyes open and you look in the camera with two cocks in your mouth. Pablo pulls his out and allows Alex to grab your head and use your throat like a pussy. His hips are snapping against your chin before he pulls out and strokes above you. He starts moaning loudly before shoving your nose to meet his hips, bottoming out in your throat as he releases his cum into your stomach.
The other three are stroking their cocks when Chris runs to you and squirts his cum on your face, hitting you in the eye. You wipe your eye and suck the cum off your index finger. Henry found that arousing and made your beautiful pupils his ultimate target. He moaned and came hard as you welcomed the warm, powerful sting to your orbs. This time you didn't wipe it out and looked to the last one.
Pablo pulled you up on the bed and forced you down on your back. He placed of your legs on his shoulder and shoved his cock deep in your pussy, before doing what Alex did and stretched out both holes.
"You were a real fucking whore today. Taking 4 huge cocks from grown ass men. Letting our fucking director have her way with you." He started grunting as his movements became sporadic. You came one last time with his cock in your ass while the contractions trigger his own orgasm.
You feel the warm cum ooze from his cock and coat your walls. He pulls out and you push out the creampie, putting on one last show for the room. You collapse back on the bed and the camera zooms in on your face; eyes fading shut as Scarlett yells,
"And.....CUT!"
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toxicanonymity · 6 months
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Raider close:
"He spits on his hand and reaches down between you to add it to your growing wetness and guide his tip inside you."
Ain't that the perfect gif for it? 🥵
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OMG YES 😫
raider one shot - close
edit: the gif is Pablo Schrieber in Weeds. 2:39
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mrsarnasdelicious · 27 days
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Master Chief NSFW Alphabet
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A = After (what they’re like after sex)
John, before his hormone pellet is removed, just gets up and gets dressed. He's cum, he's moderately pleased you, end of. But after he's removed it, holy fek. The first months after it, he usually falls asleep, because the experience overwhelms him a little, but once he's settled into his new normal, he likes to cuddle and to just talk while gently stroking your belly or back. He likes the feeling of belonging that comes with those moments. You are his home, the one he feels at peace with.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
John never really gives him own body much thought, but if he's pressed he'd say his neck/throat because it is not scarred and his hands, because his hands can bring you pleasure.
On you there is little he would not consider his favourite. From head to heel, he absolutely worships you. Your hair, your face, the crook of your neck where you smell so good he could almost jizz his pants, your shoulders so perfectly kissable, your breasts, your stomach, your back, your pussy, your perfect earmuff thighs and even your tiny little little toes.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
The hormonal pellet kept his sterile, so when it was still in, he came only a tiny bit, his seed null.
Once it comes out though, his body is overcompensating. At first he experiences a few months of hyperspermia, cuming so much you absolutely have no idea what to do with it. This bridges out after a while though. He still cums a lot, but not so much that you think he's drained his entire balls in one go.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
None while his pellet is in.
BUT AFTERWARD, OH MY GODS. He is soooo sensitive and even a gust of breath down his neck can give him an instant boner. Sometimes he gets aroused from the cold metal of his dogtags against his skin.
He is barely willing to let you know how easy it is to get him going, let alone anyone he is not involved with.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Bare minimum. Guy's probably barely been laid before he met you. Once or twice, but most certainly not more. The hormonal pellet keeps his libido and his desire only ever so slightly above zero.
But your pheromones just WORK for him and despite the pellet, he wants you. It does not always work out the way he wants to, but he sure desires you. Not to mention how he wants you after the pellet comes out.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
It's a split between Doggy and having you ride his lap.
He loves the angle of doggy, the way he can just grab onto you and plough you like a beast, especially pre-pellet removal, he could just go ham and see how far he'd make it. Post-pellet removal he still loves, because it is the only position that makes him feel dominant
When you ride him while the both of you are sitting up tho, GORL!!! It is so intimate, so much of him is touching you, you can touch so much of him and he can touch so much of you. Everything is squeezed into this small intimate space and he just looooves it soo much.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Oh no, John is serious as ever, even when his pellet is out. Sex is serious business. Plus, he's never even learned what goofing around was, not since he's been part of the Spartan program anyways.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He shaves his chest, happy trail and puebes. Trims his pits. His body hair is a little darker than his head-hair. Pre pellet removal it does not grow very fast, but once the pellet is out, he has to shave weakly and cuddling becomes a bit less comfy bc of all the stubble, so he opts for a more long lasting way of removing his body hair.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Pre pellet-removal John comes off as pretty detached, he's just fucking you. He does his best really, but he has to emotional range of a paracetamol tablet, so it is just not working for him.
But once the pellet is out, HOOO BOYYY. Intimacy is so much more important than pleasure. He wants to be held, he wants to hold you. Kissing is soooo important to him. He wants your smell and your taste. Whisper sweet nothings to him, be gentle, run your nails gently over his scalp and hold him, just hold him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
No, he just doesn't. Not even post pellet removal. He doesn't see the point in doing things alone.
He will jerk off if you tell him you want to see if, but he just does that for you to watch, not for his own true pleasure.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dirty talk, power struggle (is he in charge or is he?), running the risk of getting caught, voyeurism/exibitionism (mutually), overstim (giving), edging (receiving) mild humiliation (recieving), praise (mutual). His praise kink is most certainly the most prominent. He really wants you to tell him he is doing well. Especially for you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He isn't that picky. The bed does fine, or any near flat surface.
At first he is pretty indifferent as to where, too, just where you wanted him. Then, when his pellet is freshly out, he prefers privacy, bedroom, or bathroom. After a few months he'll start getting more careless, happy to shove you up a wall of a corridor that hasn't been frequented in a while...
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
While his pellet is still in, his only real motivator is your need for him and your scent.
ONCE IT IS OUT THOUGH, HOLY FEK. He has so much little things that turn him on. The lightest touch, the sight of you in your work out clothes, the breeze running through your hair, scalp massages, you pushing your butt against his crotch. Hell, he even pops a boner just thinking of the way you smile at him in the morning.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Bodily waste, blood, calling him sir/daddy, labcoats and breathplay.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's actually a wee indifferent about having his cock sucked, but GODS BE GOOD, he loves eating you out. He does this slowly and with a strange sort of reverence.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He does both and anything in between. There are encounters in which he is absolutely feral with need and rams into you without mercy, but there are also night that he takes hours worshipping you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He'll take what he can get, NGL. Though post pellet removal, John puts far more vallue on a good full session, he will still absolutely make due with a quicky if that is all the two of you will be able to squeeze in.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Post pellet removal, John is rather eager to broaden his horizon. He does not want to try things that may hurt you, but will be okay with some pain on his side.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Usually, he has a very long fuse and can go for two or three rounds, if he wants to, but in the few months after his pellet is removed, he is such a quick shot, but able to go for four or five rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, his cock, hands and mouth do the trick, in his eyes.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
John is not at all a tease. He does like it when you tease him a little bit, always makes him more excited for you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He grunts like a wild boar, holy fek. Grunting and groaning and he can't really help but be quite loud.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The first time he came to you after he'd taken his hormonal pellet out, he was so insecure and overwhelmed about everything. His voice was trembling when he asked you to take the lead, to please kiss him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Straight up horsecock. He's cut, got balls a bit larger than average and the pertest arse in the universe.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pre pellet removal his sex drive is negligible, only engaging when you prompt him. But after that, booooy howdy he can hardly get enough of you. He wants you whenever he can get his hands on you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Tends to put so much of himself in sessions that once it unwinds, he zonks off.
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saberdeity · 2 years
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𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 》 𝐏𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫
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pairings - Pablo Schreiber x fem!reader
summary - after being away too long, you need some attention from your handsome fiancé
warnings - 18+, mature themes, strong language, major fluff
a/n - ever since watching the halo series I have been obsessed with Pablo, I mean how can you not be?! this man is beautiful and adorable and ahhh I cannot even explain! anyway we need more works for this guy!! so I decided to at least try. plus this gif of him makes me want to sit on his lap, touch his chest and never ever leave. I hope you guys like it all feedback is welcome and appreciated 💕
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Pablo was a hopeless romantic, he wanted to make you smile in every possible way he could. You were living the dream with him, everything about him was perfect and everyone you talked to always moaned about not still being in the honeymoon phase but 3 years in and you could safely say you still were with him.
Since he was shooting Halo, he had been in many different countries which required a lot of time and a lot travelling meaning during these months he was away from home. You knew this would happen when you first got together with him and three years on it still never gets any easier. He'd been away for almost 4 months and to say you missed him was an understatement.
You were counting down the hours from when he'd told you he was boarding the plane. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect for when he arrived home so you cooked his favourite meal, stocked the fridge and pantry with all of his favourite snacks and foods also making sure the house was entirely clean. By the time you had finished, he was due back any minute and the excitement was almost too much to bare at this point. When you heard the car pull up you did everything you could not to burst out of the front door and run into his arms which you usually would have done but you knew he would be so tired. Soon enough he came through the door looking as perfect as ever.
"baby?" he called out, his voice laced with relief yet tiredness "I'm home" He adds before you come running around the corner.
"You're home!" you whisper shout excitedly, jogging over to him and wrapping your arms around him so tight you surprised yourself with the amount of strength you had.
He couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction as he wrapped his arms around you also quickly dropping his bags to the floor. From the sheer size difference you only being 5"6 and Pablo standing at 6'4 you were just about managing to reach him standing on your tip-toes but Pablo had the best solution. His broad arms wrapped around your waist before he effortlessly lifted you into his embrace, your legs wrapping around his waste and connecting around his back automatically.
"I've missed you so much my love" you whispered softly, burying your head into the crook of his neck, peppering soft kisses to any part of the skin there that you could reach.
"I've missed you more bubba" He smiles, pressing the softest kiss to your temple.
You both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying one another embrace and company before things began turning back to normal. Whilst you finished up dinner, Pablo began to unpack his bags and get cleaned up. The day of travelling had taken its toll on him so a much needed nap was taken.
You felt selfish feeling the need for his attention especially with how hard he's been working he deserved some down time but you couldn't help but need him, crave him all the time. His smell drove you insane, the musky yet minty fragrance ignited the flame inside you like a match to gasoline and you soon began to feel the tingle in between your legs get greater and greater. The tingle grew even more when you noticed him slouched on the couch with his tight white t-shirt and his favourite sweatpants which he knew drove you crazy.
You stood admiring from the doorway, your index finger in between your lips as you drooled at the sight in front of you. Your friends always complained about their boyfriends playing video games but when yours looked so good doing it, there was nothing to complain about. Pablo noticed after a while of your staring.
"C'mere beautiful" he signals, a cheeky smile plastering across his face as you made your way over.
You smirked, throwing your legs over his and straddling his hips, sitting on the rightful throne of his thighs. Your hands slowly moved from his abdomen and over his chest, gently pressing at the toned muscles beneath his shirt. You couldn't help the movement of your hips as his huge hands placed themselves firmly on your hips. You slowly leant over, pressing your chest against his before connecting your lips to his. The kiss was slow and passionate at the start before quickly turning into pure desperation. You could feel his appendage pressing against your lower abdomen as a smirk appeared on your lips.
"feels like somebody else missed me too" you smirked wiggling your hips a little as he chuckled.
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berberriescorner · 2 years
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Mini Mediators
Characters: Pablo Schreiber x Black!Reader.
Summary: Food is taken very seriously in the Schreiber household.
Warnings: A little profanity. Mentions of smut. Daddy kink. Little angst. Lots of fluff🥺♥️. Cuteness overload.
Word Count: 2,600+.
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Wiggling your way onto a barstool and sliding swollen feet under the edge of the kitchen island. You had finally found a moment to sit in silence and enjoy a little alone time. It only lasted a few minutes. The rumbling in your stomach grew louder, echoing throughout the kitchen. For the past hour, you had been doing your best to ignore the growling in your tummy. Waiting to eat dinner with your husband, you snacked on a few pringles.
Pablo had called twenty minutes ago to let you know he was on his way home from the gym. He urged you to go ahead without him. Ignoring his insistence you decided to wait anyway. Eating together was one of the few things he had time for lately. Between filming, interviews, meetings, and the gym he barely had time for anything else.
The chips were doing very little to calm your appetite. Sighing, your mind started to wonder why it was taking forever for Pablo to get there. You started to become a little agitated and hangry. Luckily you heard the front door swing open. Pablo called out to you.
“Babe!”
“In the kitchen, baby.”
He made his way to where you were. Tossing the mail onto the counter he stepped behind your barstool. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your back against his front. Leaning in to give you multiple kisses on both the neck and cheek.
“Pablo, you’re all sweaty. Stop, baby,” you giggled.
“Don’t dodge my sweat-filled kisses, baby. You love that shit,” he teased.
“Usually your shirt is off and that’s the part I enjoy, not the actual sweat itself, babe.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you want me to take my shirt off, just say that. Always trying to get me naked.” he teased.
He spun your stool around and placed his hands on your stomach, rubbing and giving it a few pecks. He stood back up, taking hold of your chin and giving you a lingering kiss.
“Damn. I’ll be glad when I get some downtime. I’ve been missing my babies.”
“Me too, papa,” you replied, giving him another quick kiss. “You want to shower before we eat? I left dinner warming.”
“Honey, I told you to go on and eat without me.”
“I know, but I like eating dinner with you,” you explained.
“Please, baby. Go on and eat. I’m not that hungry. I’m going to shower and then go over a few scripts. Just leave my plate in the microwave. I can eat it later.”
You cocked your head to the side. “Hmm,” you said, eyeing him suspiciously. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast, how could you not be hungry?”
“Maybe I had some lunch, babe,” he chuckled nervously. “It’s not like we spend every waking moment together.”
You weren’t buying it. He always ate after working out.
“Pablo. Tell. Schreiber. You ate without me!”
“What? No, I didn't!”
“It’s written all over your face, Pablo! Not you lying to me too.”
“Baby.”
“Unloyal ass man. When?”
“I grabbed something on the way home,” he responded, looking guilty. He ran his hands down his face, knowing what was to come of this discussion.
“What did you eat? Why’d you eat without me?”
The sadness in your voice made him feel bad.
“Baby, it’s not that serious. I just grabbed something quick and ate it on the drive home.”
“You went and got tacos without me didn’t you?”
You and your damn empathic accuracy. When it came to Pablo and how he went about things, you could read him like a book.
“Baby. I’m sorry, but if I had to eat Italian one more night this week, I was going to lose my shit.”
You didn’t want to be irrational, but your hormones got the best of you. The tears were impossible to fight.
“Mama, stop that. Don’t cry.”
“You said that you didn’t mind it, because that’s what I’ve been craving.”
“I don’t, but honey we’ve had pasta three nights in a row,” he chuckled. “Seafood Alfredo. Baked ziti. Last night there was lasagna.”
His chuckle struck a nerve, and your eyes were brimming with tears again.
“My feelings are funny to you? Bet. I’ll cook for everyone but you for the rest of the week. Have fun feeding yourself. You inconsiderate jackass!”
Deep down you knew you were being unreasonable but it was too late to turn back now. The sudden spark of anger caught your husband by surprise. He sat at the kitchen table baffled as he watched you storm off with your food in hand. Pablo was startled as you slammed the bedroom door.
He let out a long sigh running his hand down his face. Pablo decided it would be best to give you a moment to gather your thoughts and cool off.
“Yeah, guess I should’ve seen that one coming. Are we seriously at odds over fucking pasta?” He was baffled by the turn of events.
“I must really love this woman. I know all too well what the mood swings are like, yet I keep getting her pregnant,” he mumbled to himself in amusement. Then he heard a little voice and remembered why it was all worth it.
“Daddy you maked mommy sad. Did you be mean to her,” his five-year-old McKenna asked. She had one hand on her hip and the other clasped her little brother Marcus’ hand. He wore a smirk on his face, while his big sister was all seriousness.
Chuckling he scooped them both into his arms and placed each child on a knee. Stealing a few kisses, he hugged them tight and tried to explain himself.
“You know how you both get cranky when you don’t take a nap?”
Both toddlers nodded their heads quickly. He smiled at them, appreciating the fact that they looked so much like you two. They were the perfect blend of you both. In his eyes, they were absolute perfection.
“Well, that’s kind of what it’s like for mommies when they’re having a baby. The baby takes up a lot of their energy, and it’s hard for them to get comfortable when trying to sleep. So it’s kind of like missing a nap every day. Mommy’s just tired, uncomfortable, and very hungry. That makes her a little sad and at times cranky, so she accidentally took her frustration out on daddy.”
He couldn’t help but grin at how focused they were listening to his explanation.
“Daddy also made mommy feel a little left out. He did something without her and it made mama sad, but it’s going to be okay. I’ll apologize to her, but for now, we’re going to hang out here and give her a little peace and quiet.”
He couldn’t help but smile at his children. Pablo could see the thoughts racing through their heads as they tried to process the information. Once they fully understood they smiled big and nodded their heads. McKenna gave Pablo a big hug and kiss.
“Thank you, baby girl, what was that for?”
“Because you gonna apologize to mommy and maked her feel better!”
“That’s right, baby. Now you two go finish your movie, then it’s bath and bedtime.”
Both kids hugged him once more and went back to the theater room to finish their movie, or so he thought.
After grabbing a quick shower in the guest bathroom, he ducked off into the garage. Grabbing something he left in his vehicle, a thought entered his mind. Feeling bad for having upset you, he decided to straighten up the kitchen and start the laundry. Pablo was still giving you time to cool down. Little did he know the munchkins were up to something.
He had his back to the entryway trying to finish up the last of the dishes. He heard the pitter-patter of feet. Feeling a presence beside him, two sets of hands yanked on his pant legs.
“Shouldn’t you little rascals be finishing your movie.”
Each child pushed and pulled at him forcing him to turn around. That’s when he saw that you were standing on the other side of the island looking down rubbing circles on your belly. Looking up at him, he saw you nibble your bottom lip. Your eyes looked as if you were embarrassed. Before he could say anything McKenna spoke up.
“Mama, daddy gots something he wants to tell you, don’t you daddy,” she squeaked. “Right Marcus? Don’t daddy gots something to say?”
“Yeah,” your baby boy shouted excitedly.
Pablo laughed as he strode over to you. He pulled you closer to him and placed his hands on your face. Looking at you with remorse he husked, “I’m sorry I didn’t consider your feelings. I should’ve communicated to you that I was tired of eating pasta.” You both chuckled at that.
“No, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. I was being ridiculous. These damn mood swings,” you replied, rolling your eyes. You had forgotten the kids were in the room.
“Mama! You not ‘uppose to say that! It’s a bad word! Now you gots to get in trouble. Right, daddy?”
“I know, baby. Mommy’s sorry.”
“That’s okay, Kenna. Daddy will give mama a good talking to,” he leaned in to whisper the rest in your ear. “And a good spanking. Unless you can think of a few ways to show daddy you’re sorry?”
The reply you wanted to give him was inappropriate with the babies present. You and Pablo assured the kids that you were good and rushed them back to the theatre room. Once you were certain they were out of earshot, you gave Pablo a hungry kiss. With his hands resting on your belly, he gave you that look.
“How are you going to show daddy you’re sorry, baby?”
His tone of voice sent heat throughout your body, making you ache for him. He pressed himself into you to feel his growing erection. Your breath hitched as he trailed kisses up and down your neck. “Speak up, baby. How do you plan to show me?”
“I guess you’ll have to slide something in my filthy little mouth to teach me a lesson,” you moaned.
“Such a naughty girl. You love to get on your knees for me don’t you sweetheart,” he groaned, sucking on your neck.
“Baby, you’ll have to settle for me sitting on the edge of the bed. If I get on my knees, we’ll be stuck, papa. Pregnancy stole my “Megan knees.” I just can’t get up and down like I used to,” she joked. Guess there won’t be any more twerking freely around the house until this baby drops.
You both fell out laughing at that for a moment. Pablo's face turned back to lust as he leaned in, “Why don’t I just get on my knees for you?”
“Let’s hurry up and get these kids to bed. If we keep standing here talking like this you might have to put me on this island real quick.”
“Fuck. Now I’m picturing myself on my knees. My head between those sexy ass thighs. You’re on the counter screaming my name. I miss the days when we could have sex all over the house.”
“Well, your mom is taking the kids for the weekend,” you smirked.
“I have the best mama in the world. I’ll be putting your ass on every surface in this kitchen, sweetheart.”
“You're so damn nasty. Let’s go put our babies to bed. Then you can put my ass to sleep. You did eat without me so you owe me, daddy. I’m going to need you to bring me to it and bring me through it multiple times. Don’t plan on coming up for air anytime soon. Even if I beg you to stop. Keep it going, baby.” With that, you stole a kiss, winked, and sauntered out of the room.
In a trance, Pablo watched the sway in your hips and plumpness of your ass walk away from him. He mumbled, “that ass can make a grown man cry.” He snapped out of it rushing out of the kitchen behind his wife.
“Bathtime then bed kiddos, let’s go! Daddy needs to put mama on her side!”
“Pablo!”
“What? We’re just gonna wrestle and have a playdate. Adults only of course.”
“One day they’re going to understand what you really mean. Come help me with these children and hush!”
“Yes ma’am!”
“You can’t wrestle with mama, daddy. She gots a baby in her belly! Mama, what’s a playdate for ‘dults like? Do you play hide and seek.,” McKenna questioned.
“Good grief,” you mumbled.
Pablo was now standing in the doorway to the kid's bathroom. His eyes lit up with amusement.
With a chuckle, he responded, “We’ll tell you when you're eighteen, and you won’t be having any until you’re thirty.”
Your sweet innocent baby’s face lit up. Not grasping what her father was saying, her head nodded quickly.
“Okay, daddy!”
If only she knew her father's future plans to scare off and intimidate any potential suitors. No one was going to be good enough for his precious baby girl.
Placing your tiny humans into the tub, you fell into their nightly routine. Pablo told you there was an email he needed to answer. You offered to finish bathing the kids while he finished up his work. Not wanting you to take on all the responsibility, he insisted on tucking them in for a bedtime story. He assured you he’d be done taking care of business in time.
Pablo’s heart warmed at the sight of his three favorite people snuggling. Entering McKenna's bedroom, he admired the way both children were glued to your sides. They were lying on your chest as you run your fingers through their hair.
“They tried to stay awake for you, but their bubble bath has melatonin in it,” you smiled apologetically.
“That’s okay, mama,” he responded.
He leaned over the bed, giving you a peck on the lips. Pablo scooped up Marcus and helped you slip from under McKenna. The both of you pulled the covers over your baby girl and kissed her forehead.
“We’ll put baby boy to bed and then we’ll head to the kitchen. I have something for you.”
Once Marcus was sound asleep in his bed, Pablo quietly led you to your surprise. He had covered your eyes as you entered your destination.
“Why are we coming back here?”
Instead of answering you, he opted to reveal the gift. Removing his hands from your eyes, you let out a gasp followed by a giggle.
“When did you find the time to do this?”
“I didn’t have an email to answer.”
“Wait, I’m confused. How? When did you get this?”
“You honestly thought that I would go to our favorite spot and not bring you anything?”
The kitchen table had a plethora of both chicken and shrimp tacos. Next to them were chips, queso, and salsa accompanied by a wine glass filled with cranberry juice. You’re sweet husband had reheated your food and set the table for you. The romantic goof had candles burning and the lights dimmed. The sweet gesture combined with pregnancy hormones caused your eyes to water.
“Baby,” Pablo grinned. “It’s just tacos. I tried to tell you earlier, but I pissed you off before I got the chance.”
“Now I feel even worse for the way I acted.”
“Don’t. I should’ve just told you I was getting food in the first place,” he countered.
“You know the fact that you did this makes me want you even more, right?”
“I had a feeling it might,” he beamed. “Not right now though. Eat now. Fuck later.”
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represseddilfs · 9 months
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𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜
Indie role play blog featuring mainly older male OCs. Smut based. Dark and triggering content will be present and not tagged. Exploration of older, typically repressed married men. OC and canon friendly. Semi-selective, low to medium activity. Dash only. Written by Murdock, 29+ NB.
Use the links below for more information. Mobile friendly list of muses below the cut.
Muses
Rules
Kinks
Wanted opposites
Wishlist
Starters
Arthur Dawson: Mechanic, 53, dominant (JR Bourne)
Richard Winston: Bar owner, 55, dominant (Jeffrey Dean Morgan)
Santiago Mendez: Detective, 48, switch (Pedro Pascal)
Forest Martin: Rancher, 46, dominant (Ian Bohen)
Alexei Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Charlie Hunnam)
Marshall Teller: Personal trainer, 40, switch (Alan Ritchson)
Brandon Harris: Crooked cop, 45, switch (Tom Hardy)
Dominic Ricci: Surgeon, 56, dominant (Joe Manganiello)
Thomas Grant: Motorcycle street racer, 42, dominant (Ryan Gosling)
Nicolas Pederson: Band manager, 42, dominant (Chris Pine)
Carlos Alvarez: Professor, 49, switch (Danny Pino)
Cameron Davis: Baker, 42, switch (Chris Evans)
Dante Branson: Stock broker, 50, dominant (Anson Mount)
Jason Parker: Retired boxer, 54, dominant, (Hugh Jackman)
Elias Hoffman: Soldier, 43, switch (Luke MacFarlane)
Liam Abrams: Retired porn star, 55, dominant (Frank Grillo)
Rowan Montgomery: Gym owner, 45, dominant (Jon Bernthal)
Sebastian Richards: Author, 47, dominant (Liam O'Brien)
Ryan Cho: Theatre actor, 54, dominant (Daniel Dae Kim)
Dylan Cromwell: Tailor, 52, switch (Ewan McGregor)
Joshua Conelly: Stay at home dad, 40, switch (Henry Cavill)
Lance Priest: Construction site manager, 47, dominant (David Harbour)
Andrew Weeks: Lawyer, 45, dominant (Pablo Schreiber)
Oliver Velasco: Musician, 44, switch (Oscar Isaac)
Silas Perez: Outlaw biker, 45, dominant (Santiago Cabrera)
William Reichheld: Bounty hunter, 55, dominant (Tim Olyphant)
Joel Beckerman: Firefighter, 40, dominant (Sebastian Stan)
Bartholomew Walsh: Distiller, 47, switch (Cillian Murphy)
Nathaniel King: Security specialist, 54, doominant (Josh Brolin)
Dimitri Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Joel Kinnaman)
Augustine Nelson: Casino owner, 58, switch (Keanu Reeves)
Caspian Fitzgerald: Hippotherapist, 42, dominant (Jake Gyllenhaal)
Max Berry: Contractor/house flipper, 53, dominant (Skeet Ulrich)
Zane Weisman: Wrestling coach, 33, dominant (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)
Deacon Abbott: Assassin, 52, dominant (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)
Wyatt McNabb: Repossession specialist, 34, switch (Ryan Corr)
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voxmortuus · 3 years
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Making You Happy
Mad Sweeney x F!Reader
American Gods Fanfic
Dialect written so I apologize a bit in advance.
TW: PURE SMUT… YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! | Daddy Kink | Smut | Oral | Vaginal Sex | Smut | Ejaculation | Smut | Language | Oh and More Smut | Cuddles | Aftercare | Oh... MAYBE MORE SMUT! LOL | Light BDSM
Forgive my writing. It’s been a while.
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He's been having such a hard time with life, with the way things had been going with Mr. Wednesday keeping Sweeney at his beck and call. He had been drinking like he always does, however, this was a little more than usual. You wanted him to stay home. Sitting on the back steps you sat there cross-legged and pouted.
"Daddy, please, don't go anywhere." Sweeney looks at you and shakes his head.
"I'll be back. Fuck."
"I know but Daddy, you've been going out an awful lot lately... please. For me?" You pout again.
"Now now lass, none that." he runs his thumb over your lip and you look into his eyes.
Looking at him you get an idea in your mind, you take his hand and sit him down next to you. You smirk a bit and tilt your head and get on the step in front of him and push him back a small bit placing your hands on his muscular legs and wiggle a small bit and look over his face. Biting your lip your hands slide up his leg, feeling the jean fabric under your fingertips and palms you run your hand over the zipper of the jeans and he looks at you, a sudden hunger in his eyes.
"Relax Daddy, let me make you happy." You bite your lip again and a small wiggle again, and all he can manage to do is nod. That lip bite drove him crazy, with a small wiggle as you lean forward and lick the outside of his jeans your fingers work on getting his pants undone. He watches you with this look in his eyes, a look that only you truly understand, licking at his lower lip and a small tug from his teeth, he leans back on his hands and watches you with this tender look in his eyes.
"Make Daddy happy lass." He states. With an eager look in your eyes, you smile.
"Yes Daddy." Unbuttoning his pants you undo the zipper and with little to no effort he erupts from the fabric and standing at attention you take him into your hand moving your hand along his length a bit your thumb over the sensitive tip and he lets out a soft jagged breath, watching you as you begin to take his cock into your mouth, your tongue curve flexed along the underside of this length as you work your head down further on him. With a soft groan and a light growl, he bites his lip and drops his head back as his groan becomes elongated from the satisfaction his cock was getting.
He grabs your hands as he leans his back against the concrete and his hips stiffen a bit as he moves them slightly up and your head bobs up and done, your tongue swirling around him letting out low groans yourself, the vibration adding to his experience, his hands go from grabbing yours to into your hair, gripping tightly as he begins to move your head for you, pushing himself to the back of your throat you gag a bit, but quickly adjust to his length as he keeps pressing to the back of your throat. He lifts your head only to bring it right back down wanting and needing in his actions.
"Fuck" He manages to growl.
As he pulls himself from your mouth he looks over your face leaning back up he smirks as he shoves your head back down onto his cock, shoving himself to the back of your throat again, holding you there a moment, and slowly bringing your head back up he releases a bit with a soft groan, but like a good girl you swallow after playing with it in your mouth a bit as you use it as a small bit of lubricant bobbing your head a bit he smirks and lifts you up and presses you against the door of the apartment and he realizes you're not wearing panties.
"Well ain't that convenient aye?" He smirks as he shoves his hard cock into you dripping wet eager needing and hungry. Letting out a heavy groan he grips your ass tightly as he thrusts heavily into you, feeling him fill you, stretch you, your heels dig into the small of his back. Your hands grip at the bars on the screen door as he moves one hand from your ass to your throat, squeezing in just the right way, you're not gasping for air, but it is tight to breathe, you let out a heavier moan as he growls into your neck, thrusting harder, the door rattles, creaks a bit as he thrusts a bit harder.
Growling yourself "Oh Fuck Daddy." You managed to sneak out. Biting his lip he looks over your face.
"Ya like being daddy's lil' fuck toy don't ya?"
"Yes Daddy, fuck your little toy. You feel so good." You whimper.
Groaning to your words, the idea sent this shrill through him as he began to thrust faster. Wet and dripping around him his hand gripped around your neck tighter as he pressed deeper into you, holding himself there, your hips moved against him.
"Can I cum daddy? Please, Please let me cum daddy." You beg, snarling he looks over your face.
"Cum all over Daddy, cum on daddy's cock baby." he whispers against your lips.
Squeezing your neck tighter you finish hard against him, feeling him fill you, you shake, and your legs quake. He releases his hand from your throat and he looks over your face. "Ok, I'll stay." He whispers with a soft chuckle, setting you on your feet your legs are wobbly and you grip tighter onto him as he picks you up and carries you on his back taking you back to the apartment, he runs a tub, stripping you down he noticed that his fluids are dripping down your legs he chuckles. "I did that." He smirks and starts to fill the tub and adds bubbles. Picking you up, he sets you both in the tub and begins to wash you.
After your bath and playing in the bubbles, he dries you off, putting you in your favorite pajamas, one of his shirts, grabs your favorite stuffed animal and places you on the couch with some juice, and watches you play a video game while he scrolls through his social media.
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HALO: A MASTERCHIEF COLLECTION
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Who: Master Chief x Sergeant Reader
What: A collection of standalone one shots that can be read in or out of order. Each one will have a number put on it for those who wish to read them in some semblance of order. The one shots will be written with Pablo Schreiber as master chief in mind and will posses details from the Halo TV series as well as some parts I absolutely loved about the video games and the animated versions. 
When: No specific date for the posting of the next installment, but the next 2 one shots had already been written prior to this writing slump. 
CAUTION AKA WARNING: This is in no way meant to be canon to the previously established Halo universe. If anyone gets hung up on trivial details like a helmet coming off or shipping of a certain battle god and a blue AI then this is NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU. If you have been here before you know I like to twist things and put my own take. THERE WILL BE NOTHING CANON regarding story about this collection. 
If you are not a stickler for keeping things one way and only one way, then come on in and enjoy the content. I can guarantee a good time. 
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Some questions you may have. If not covered ask and I will answer.
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- Will there be smut? Yes, some of these standalones will have smut. I will of course put a warning up top.
-How many are there? As of now, I have plotted/outlined 12 one shots.
-Will the characters in the TV show be included? Yes, only the ones that serve for my plot and they will be written mainly true to character with some additions by me.
-Will this be accurate? Somewhat. 
-How can I/you be tagged? Since it is easiest for me, send an ask to my inbox and it’ll be done.
-Is Sergeant Reader written as the reader or is this an OC? Written as the reader to be name inserted with Y/N.
-Should I read “On Your Six” first? It’s not necessary but recommended. 
I hope you guys enjoy this and as always, thank you for supporting my writing I appreciate y’all!
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littlemelaninfics · 1 year
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Going to work for the next 7 hours! Send me your naughty thots and I’ll answer them when I’m home
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Chris Evans + Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, Mr.Freezv, Ari Levinson
Pablo Schreiber
Henry Cavill + August Walker, Walter Marshall
Evan "Buck" Buckley
Eddie Diaz
Sam Wilson (He's not my favorite, but you'll see him sprinkled in)
Bucky Barnes
Sebastian Stan
Chris Hemsworth + Thor
Bill Skarsgard + Pennywise, Roman Godfrey, Mark (assassination
nation)
Dylan O'Brien + Colin, Mitch Rapp
Alexander Skarsgärd + Perry Wright, Charlie Venner
Negan (twd)
Idris Elba
Dominc Fike + Elliot (euphoria)
Fezco (euphoria)
Nate Jacobs
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indefiniteimagines · 2 years
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Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Pablo? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏
Thank you boo 💝
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A/N: Woooooww! This is so overdue! I really hope you're feeling better, Lovey ❤️
WARNINGS: Daddy kink, choking, busty reader, Exhibitionism, semi Public Sex, Language, creampie, squirting
I tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that I got used to it, but he's having none of it.
This all started at the event we went to tonight. One of his costars was making googly eyes my cleavage the whole night and Pablo took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.
Pablo shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.
He walks through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.
"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,
"You love that shit, don't you?"
I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend?"
"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"
He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.
"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.
I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Pablo undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.
I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.
In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.
To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Pablo eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.
Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Pablo pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.
He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.
"What's my name?"
"Dick."
He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”
“Daddy.” I whimper
“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.
“Daddy!” I scream out.
“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”
I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Pablo wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,
“Answer me”
“You, Pablo! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,
“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.
He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,
“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Pablo enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.
He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.
“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.
“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.
“Can I please cum daddy please.”
“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.
“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Pablo cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Pablo knows he won.
“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.
My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,
“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.
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mrsarnasdelicious · 6 days
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Breeding Stud John 117
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Halsey smirks, patting your stomach. You feel the urge to recoil. "You'll do nicely." She cooes. You shudder lightly. "Don't worry, you'll want for nothing." She assures you. You know better than to protest.
"Shall I have him brought in, ma'am?" Aiden asks. Halsey sends him a curt nod. Aiden presses a button and the doors slide open. "Help her out of her clothes. She had best be ready when he's here." Halsey instructs, as though you are nothing but a thing .... and incubator. Which you are, in essence. You are only here because you are of proven fertility and because you have a fee desirable traits. At least, for the next mark of Spartans. "Yes, ma'am." Aiden comes over to you and begins to 'help' you out of your clothes.
Three armoured guards come through the doors first. They are pulling heavy link chains. And they lead a huge man inside. He's naked, erection prominent, except for leather back and chest guards, to which more chains are connected. Three more guardsmen follow him in.
"This is John 117. His system is flooded with hormones, he's bound to be.... quite feral." Halsey says. "There should be plenty of lube on the nightstand ... if he leaves you time for that." Aiden chuckles in a cruel way and finished up undressing you.
The guards make John stand in a corner, back turned to you. You notice he's got shape yet small buttocks.
Halsey and Aiden leave. The guardsmen unchain the huge Spartan, also taking off the leather chest and back guards. "Stay in your corner until you hear the door shut. Then you can have at her." One of the guards orders. John scoffs softly. "You heard me." The guardsman gives him a prod between the shoulders with his riffle and backs off to the door, the other guards follow him, always keeping their eye on the Spartan.
Once the door closes, John turns around. His erection bobs with every movement. You can hardly look away from it. It is insanely prominent. He's cut and veiny. He has no pubic hair, no hair running from his navel down to his groin, there is not even peach fluff on his ballsack.
He comes over to you, the only sound between you the sound of his barefeet on the concrete floor. He looks at you, too. He focusses on you, unblinking.
You back up to the bed until you feel the edge on the inside of your knees. Slowly you sit down, scooting backwards. John presses his advance, crawling onto the bed as well.
You feel your heart race in your throat.
He crawls over you, his forehead only a hair's breadth away from yours. He inhales your scent. "J-John..." You stammer. He grunts in acknowlegement. You suspect he is beyond talking. The hormones Halsey has injected him with probably have him well beyond words. You feel a sudden pity overwhelm you. This poor man is nothing but Halsey's experiment, her plaything.
You cup John's cheek. He heaves a deep sigh and leans into it. "Oh you poor thing." You whisper. He feels feverish to the touch.
He grabs you by the shoulder, pushing you down. You begin to feel your heart in your throat again. "Be gentle." You whisper. He gives no sign of recognition. You lay down fully, trying to get comfortable. The bed below you is rather unyielding, almost little more than an overlarge examination table.
John runs his fingers from your shoulder to your breast. His fingertips press into your soft pliant flesh, just a bit too harsh. You take a deep breath and put your hand over his. "Gently." You whisper. John's eyes meet yours. "Gently." You repeat, soothingly.
His fingers are moderately more gentle when he gropes your other breast. "There, see, not so hard." You cooe. He plucks on your nipple and you can't help a soft moan. You wonder if it is instinct that makes John lean in and take your nipple into his mouth. It feels good when he seals his lips over your areola. You moan softly and rake your nails through his cropped hair. John grunts against your flesh. He sucks your nipples a little too fierce, but you let him. You are long glad he doesn't skip foreplay altogether.
Tentatively you take his hand, guiding it between your legs. You wonder if he has ever touched a woman like this... Probably not... Does he even know how to get you ready? Do you need to help him with this?
Gingerly his parts your folds and you whimper. Anticipation tightens your muscles. John's eyes search out yours again. "G-go on." You whisper. You run your nails over his scalp and he groans ever so softly. Carefully he presses a finger inside you. "Oh!" You can't help yourself. The intrusion does feel good.
He fucks you with one finger.
"Oh .. J-John." You whisper. It does feel kinda good. And at least he is not fully ignorant. He adds a second finger, too. You gasp softly. He's already stretching you a little. "G-good." You try to encourage him. And then suddenly the tips of his fingers jab into your g-spot. You cry out for him. John seems to startle, backing off. You whine at the loss. "Don't stop." You whisper. John furrows his brow.
Tentatively you bring his hand back to your folds. "Please." You try to look him in the eye. John parts your folds, his thumb brushing your clit. You moan, a little surprised. You genuinely did not expect him to be so ... proactive. He repeats the motion. "Tha-that's so good." You whisper. You see his ears turn slightly red. "Do it again." You murmur. John gets the clue. He keeps up the motions, circling over your clit with gentle strokes. You feel the tension seep into your muscles. Your climax is closing in on you. It is better than you expected this experience to be.
"G-gods." You whimper.
John looks down on you like a lion on a tiny deer.
He stops rubbing you, taking his own cock in hand to line himself up. Your breath catches in your throat. Even the head of his cock, pressing against your core makes you feel stretched, somehow. "Be gentle." You whisper. John nods.
He pushes on.
You gasp, feeling like he splits you open, but in a good way. John groans and he shoves deeper into you. You moan at how great it feels to have him inside you. He hilts and you feel it against your cervix. "G-gods." You whimper. "Do it ... oh fuck me." You whisper.
There is no more holding him back beyond that point. He retracts himself almost all the way and slams back into you. He fucks you like a bison bull in rutt. It is sort of what you expected. Though you did not expect to like it this much. You cling to his broad shoulders, moaning with every fierce thrust.
With a loud, almost bellowing grunts, entirely unannounced, John spends himself inside you. He pumps you full of his seed. "Oh .... Oh..." You shudder when you feel how much he fills you with. He stays inside you until he starts to grow flaccid. You whine at the loss when he pulls out. He sits back on his haunches, looking down on you. It's like he's never seen a woman before. You wonder if you are indeed the first he's fucked...
A week later, the pregnancy test is positive. "In one go, you must be very proud." Halsey smiles brightly at you, with a smile that does not reach her cold calculating eyes. You place your hand over your belly, trepidation coiling in your gut.
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stargirlfics · 4 years
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MS.CHICANA! imagine Daddy!Pablo fuckin the shit out of you, like hard ass fucking and just he stops. In which he finally tells you. "Fuck yourself on me." and you do your thing which makes both of you WEAK! yep thats a concept!
This right here...yeah oh my god 🥺🥵 and Pablo is so huge too like I know you’d be a wreck trying to keep up the pace
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lovieebby · 4 years
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One word Romance Prompt “secret” with either Henry or Pablo or both... cannot wait to read your magic
//Tehehehe we getting smutty with all these boys ( @hell1129-blog added Chris Evans when she messaged me)
Pablo kept it a secret that he loves to see you in fishnets. You wore them once for a halloween costume and he loved every minute of it. He kept it a secret once you told him they were a tad uncomfortable, he didn’t want to make you squeamish if he asked for you to wear them again. But he kept a picture of you in them as his lock screen and every time he looked at it he couldn’t help but get hard.
It was his birthday weekend and he asked, more like demanded you to wear them again. Pablo sat on the couch as you walked in, you didn’t know what else to wear other than the nets and his shirt. You weren’t too confident in lingerie yet.
His breath deepened when he saw you enter the room, his legs spread wide as he slouched into the furniture. His dark eyes full of hunger for you, his cock hard in his tight jeans. You quickly walked to him, standing in between his thick legs. You did a little side sway as he drank you in, your core aching as you watched him give a gravelly moan.
“Never take those off mama,” He whispered out as you kneeled into him.
He lifted up his shirt on you and manhandled your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh. You gave a breathless moan as he gave you a hard smack. Pablo sat up, making you flush with his already bare chest. You groaned and whined as he feverishly kissed up your neck with rough bites, you humped into his clothed cock, both of your breathing picking up. He tore your shirt off then worked on his pants. When you both were naked he dug into the nets and tore them near your crotch. Moaning out, you quickly guided his leaking cock into your weeping pussy, his hands on your ass as he rocked you into him.
Henry found a new interest he wanted to try with you. This was the only time he was grateful for how many candles you had accumulated in the house.
He had you tied to the headrest of the bed, your feet bound at the end, legs spread wide. You gave a whine as he took the candle in his hand and rose it above you, not letting the wax hit you just yet. He already knew you loved sensory play and this was something you had yet to try.
Henry looked at you, reading your noises and body language before he let the black candle tip in his hand. You gave a small nod of approval, giving him the go ahead to drip the wax on you. The wax fell and hit the flesh of your stomach, the heat only lasting for a quick second. You let out a gasp, the wax hardening just above your belly button. Henry proudly smiled down at you as he slowly let more drip onto you.
“You look so pretty baby.” He groaned out once he put down the candle on the side table.
You were a withering mess, you needed relief, the kind that Henry could only give you. You let out a plea as he grazed his figer tips on the hard flaking wax on your chest, stomach and thighs. His touches sent you in overdrive and made you tear up in frustration.
He clicked his tongue on his teeth with a deep grunt, “Beg for it.” You squealed in frustration, tears streaming down your face as you hiccuped. You begged, begged for his cock, for his mouth, for anything and everything that could give you release.
Henry flicked your nipples as you whined out pleas, drawing out your frustration, adding to his enjoyment.
Chris couldn’t help but sit back and watch as you dominated over the slightly smaller woman. He sat in the hotel chair as your shared moans filled the room, your face deep in the woman’s cunt, your bare ass and folds glancing in the low light.
Chris had a deep dark secret he only shared with you once. It was shared way back when you first dove into sharing your sex life with others. First it was attending closed off swingers clubs, then actually participating in them. He never let anyone touch you or him, only wanting to give off a show, but now he had indulged into his full fantasy with you.
You rose with a gasp, your hair whipping onto your naked back. You gave Chris a sly smile as you teased him, wiping your bottom lip with a finger and bringing it to your lips with a moan. You kept eye contact with him as he brought his hand and rested it on his mouth, wrapping it around his cheeks as he hungrily ate up the sight.
You shushed the other woman of her cries as you tugged her body closer to you, meeting her lips in a lock. You pulled away with a moan, biting her lower lip as you held her throat.
“Tell Daddy how much you enjoy me in your pussy.” You whispered in her ear as you trailed your eyes to Chris when you tilted the woman’s face to him. She moaned out her reply, begging you to touch her again.
You let out a coo, laying her back down you nipped the skin of her neck, trailing wet kisses down to her peaked nipples. You gave them a sweet kiss, your hands leading down to her abused cunt, sliding your fingers through her wet folds. You could hear Chris’s grunts as he took off his pants, the belt clinking in the air. You smiled into the woman’s skin when you felt the bed dip from his weight.
Chris threaded his fingers in your hair as he let the other woman suck on his fingers. The poor little thing was shaking in excitement as she finally was filled with your fingers, letting out a tangle of cries as you thrust your fingers inside her silk walls.
//Honey, I aint even mad at this outcome 🤤
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nocturnal-milk-dud · 3 years
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The Man in the Mask
Pairing: Ray Merrimen x Reader
Summary: You have an intimate evening planned for you and Ray, but things don’t go according to plan.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/notes: 18+, smut; language; car sex; penetrative sex; unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool and all that); choking; I’ve never written sex scenes for anyone but me, and I don’t write them often, be kind. I feel like I could have made him...rougher...whatever, here’s a thing, take it.
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Candles lit your bedroom and music played softly as you stood in front of your full-length mirror, looking yourself up and down. You were wearing a black babydoll slip, open in the back and cut low in the front, with a lace trim. It was simple and sexy, but more importantly, it should have been off by now. You sighed and plopped down on the bed, checking the time again. The worst part of all was that it was becoming a pattern.
At that moment, the sharp, piercing sounds of the fire alarm made you jump. They were going off throughout the whole building. You grabbed your robe and quickly blew out the candles in your room. You could never think very clearly when alarms of any kind were going off, you’re just grateful you had the presence of mind to grab your keys and slip on a pair of shoes. Never mind that it was a lot colder out than you expected. Outside, you looked around warily at the other tenants, pulling your robe tighter around yourself. It didn’t make you feel much better though, considering it was only a little longer than the slip. You tried making yourself smaller, tucking your head into your chest, and you stared down at the ground, hoping the fire department would get there soon.
That’s when you felt a hard body press into your back and watched as arms circled you, sending a chill up your spine.
“You look cold,” a familiar voice said, calming the momentary panic that had struck you. You leaned into Ray, snuggling into the warmth of him. 
“Well, I was waiting for my boyfriend to show up when the fire alarm went off. He was late again. I got all dressed up for him and everything, now I’m stuck out in the cold with hardly anything on.” You watched his hand disappear between the folds of your robe as you spoke and felt him massage your breast, his thumb brushing your nipple, and your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was grinning. The kind of grin you were sure your mother had warned you about at some point.
“He sounds like a real jerk.” You felt the heat of Ray’s breath on the skin of your ear as he spoke. The sound of his voice--low and sultry--was enough to make you melt, and he knew it. “It doesn’t seem fair for that outfit to go to waste though.” You rested your head against his chest and felt the softness of his lips on your neck, making you moan. The two of you looked up when the fire department arrived, all lights and sirens.
“Go get in the truck,” Ray ordered, handing you the keys and giving your jaw one last bite. You headed for the black suburban, your legs already feeling shaky. You fought the urge to look over your shoulder, afraid if you did it would ruin the game. You climbed in the backseat of the truck, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest as you took off your robe. You could just see the flash of lights from the fire truck, but the rest of the world was quiet and dark around you. The door to the car opened and your heart started pounding again.
“Fuck,” you whispered. Ray stood there in a black hood that covered everything but his eyes, a white skull design across the lower half. You watched as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the front passenger seat, underneath, a skintight, long-sleeved black shirt. He climbed into the truck, closing the door behind him, and the two of you were alone in the dark. Despite what his outward demeanor suggested, Ray was gentle with you. You wondered how he would be behind the mask. If it weren’t for Ray’s eyes and his unmistakable build, you could almost convince yourself he was a stranger. You squirmed in your seat, desperate to find some kind of friction for the need building in you. His hands squeezed your thighs as he reached up under your slip and removed your thong, and you spread your legs for him. Ray leaned forward, taking your chin in his hand, rubbing a circle on your jaw with his thumb. His unblinking eyes held yours and he pushed his fingers into you, burying them up to the knuckle, making you gasp. Your eyes fluttered closed, wanting more than anything for him to move. 
“Look at me,” Ray ordered, tightening his grip on your chin. You did as he said and he pulled his fingers from you, taking your air with them, and placed them in your mouth for you to suck dry, eyes still locked on yours. “Good girl.” His hand shifted down to your neck and he pushed you back onto the seat, positioning himself between your legs. Your hand gripped his wrist as you watched him undo his pants, and he leaned in close to you.
“I’m not gonna fuck you like he does,” Ray said, his mouth at your ear again. His gruff voice gave you chills and you clutched at the fabric of his shirt, wishing for his skin. Ray buried himself in you in one swift motion that made you cry out, and you felt his hand clamp tighter around your throat.
“You have to be quiet.” You knew he was right, but you hated it. How could you be quiet when he was pumping in and out of you like that? Ray was all business, watching you unravel beneath him. There were no whispered words of encouragement or adoration from him, in fact, barely a sound escaped him and it infuriated you. You didn’t even have the feel of his lips on your skin. You reached up to remove the hood, wanting it off, wanting his lips. You were on fire and you weren’t sure if they would add to the heat or be a soothing balm, but you needed to find out, but Ray caught your wrist and pinned it against the window, shaking his head. He backed away from you, out of your reach, and hooked his arms under your legs, bringing them up closer to your chest so he could drive down into you. You clutched at his arms, biting down on your bottom lip, each stroke hitting right where you needed, making you moan. You could feel yourself about to slip over the edge.
“Kiss me, baby,” you whimpered. “Please.” You gripped the fabric of Ray’s shirt, pulling him closer to you and he gave in to you, pulling the hood off and tossing it up front. You took his face in your hands as he pressed his lips to yours and you moaned into his mouth as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him there, and Ray came with a final, deep thrust, groaning against your cheek. 
You wanted to stay there, holding him like that, but the two of you had been there too long already. You let Ray pull away from you, and you found your robe and thong, putting them back on. As you put yourself back together, you could feel Ray’s eyes on you and you looked up to see him sitting there, the right corner of his mouth turned up in a soft grin. He reached out and rubbed his thumb along the skin underneath your bottom lip. 
“I messed up your lipstick,” Ray explained. You took his hand in yours and kissed his palm, before getting to your knees and straddling him. Slowly, you ran your hands over his broad shoulders and down his chest, and leaned in for a languid kiss, biting his bottom lip. 
“Ya know” you started, your voice quiet, musing, “I wouldn’t mind the man in the mask showing up again, when there’s more time and less of a chance of getting caught.” The grin returned to Ray’s face and you nuzzled your face against his neck.
“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered.  
Outside, the parking lot was desolate and quiet, the tenants and fire department having left a while ago. The air nipped at your flushed cheeks and Ray put his jacket around your shoulders and his arm around your waist, keeping you close as the two of you walked back to the building. 
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you being late again,” you said as the two of you got to your apartment. You went to open the door, but Ray stopped you. You looked up at him and the look in his eyes made your breath catch in your throat.
“Will you forget about it if I eat you out?” he asked. 
“Jesus,” you whispered, ducking under his arm and heading into the apartment. You could hear Ray laughing as he followed you in. 
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