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malebellyworld · 3 years

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Love My Way

Chubby! Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

Getting him to stay was hard, very hard. After spending nearly twenty-three years in the 21st century, life for Steve Rogers was still difficult getting used to, and since the damages of The Blip left this large fission on the face of society, thus fueling his craving for going back was strong.

"Please... you don't have to go, I-I know that things are pretty shitty, but that doesn't mean that it's all over." You said, through pained sobs and burning tears, as you and Steve stood on the side of the Stark log cabin.

His face twisted in pain. "It's not just that; it's all deep-rooted, that's where I belong,"

You stepped closer, taking in his scent. "I know you lost so much, so did I, but that's why we have each other, to complete that void in ourselves," You sobbed again. "Please, Steve, don't go."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't go back," Steve said, crossing his arms. "Other than it being all about you."

You huffed, glancing down at your shoes. "Well, for one thing, they don't accept any other sexuality other than heterosexuality. Lest we forget the racism and the many brutal historical events and injustices you’d have to experience.”

Steve sighed heavily. "You have your points... but how could you ever make me happy like Peggy did?."

You shook your head in disbelief, holding up three fingers. "One, I helped introduce you to the modern world. Two, I risk my life for you and Bucky by helping you hack into the Sokovian Accords. And three, I was there with you when you'd cry every night since the Snap... every night I'd be there to let you hold onto me because you never felt more alone than you did at that time, and now that Tony's gone, the only people you have left is me and Bucky and Sam.

He was silent, keeping his gaze down on the dull grass covered in the morning dew. "I mean you’ve got a point…”

You sighed in agitation. “I’ve got lots of points, and one more thing…”

Steve raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“If you leave me, then say goodbye to my cooking, forever.” You said teasingly.

•••

It’s been a year. Steve’s arms remained muscular, often going to the gym and continuing to lift weights as well as squats with dumbbells, his physique becoming broader in the shoulders, arms, ass, and thighs. As for his abs, they were beyond far gone. His new shirts would hide his spherical stomach, but there was no mistaking the fact that he had gained nearly a hundred and seventeen pounds.

Both of you knew this, yet neither of you had a problem with it at all. Steve says it made him feel “stronger… like an unstoppable beast”, but you mostly liked it because 1). It offered more warmth for the frigid winter nights, 2). Steve knew that it turned you on, so he’d often walk around the apartment in nothing but his tightening boxer briefs and cropped tank top you made him for the hot summer days, and 3.) it just looked great on him overall, making him not only look but feel large and safe. Safety being something you have always craved in your relationship ever since the Blip basically tore your family out of your life, you found them a few years after things seemingly went back to "normal", yet the damages from Thanos' reign still burned like a fresh wound.

Thankfully though, Steve was always there to help. Whenever you had a nightmare, he would always have you in his arms, on his chest, or his belly. Your favorite part was whenever he would gently rake his fingers through your hair whilst humming a Marvin Gaye tune.

Currently, Steve was sitting on the couch, grey sweatpants with the drawstring tied, and an XL navy blue shirt that gently outlined his belly. You carefully held the large bowl of lemon chicken rigatoni with broccoli in your arm as you sat down on his thick thighs, your pelvis gently rubbing against Steve’s large round tummy. Lifting up the first forkful, you began feeding Steve, who only took big bites for the duration of most of your feeding sessions.

His hands lingered on your hips as you continued to feed, the left hand sliding under your short shorts and feeling the skin underneath. He smirked as you let out a soft gasp, thrusting your pelvis more into his belly, causing the massive dome to wobble and for Steve to moan.

Panting, he gently raised a hand to stop before taking in a large slow breath of air, a faint creak emitted from under his large belly before…

SNAP

You could visibly see the large pale belly wobble just before it jutted outwards pressing against your thighs and groin, which began to grow hard against the warm beach ball belly.

Steve huffed, grabbing your hand and rubbing against his tummy. “That drawstring wasn’t gonna last that long anyways.” He winked, before rubbing the other side of his now massive belly. You gently leaned forward, kissing the super soldier passionately on his soft lips, pressing a little deeper into his belly and causing him to moan in the kiss.

You gasped for air before smirking down at him. “You’re so fucking amazing.” You smashed your lips back onto his, thrusting your pelvis more and more into the massive belly, causing the white shirt to ride up all the way under Steve’s big pecks, which bounced along with his belly with each thrust you gave. However, under you, Steve’s erection was growing harder and bigger.

Steve pulled away from the kiss. “What about dessert?.”

You raised an eyebrow flirtatiously, leaning in closer to his ear. “Why don’t we take it to the bedroom then big boy?.” You said in a deep sultry tone.

#fanfic #weight gain #male weight gain #steve rogers #male reader #steve rogers x male reader #chubby Steve rogers #the avengers #feederism fiction #captain america #chris evans

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synmorite · 3 years

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Brat

Summary: Dean decides that Claire needs a lesson.

Pairing: Dean x Claire, implied Sam x Claire

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: 18+ only, language, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, rough sex, brief choking, cream pie, implied sloppy seconds

A/N: @negans-lucille-tblr She knows what she did. 👀 Or rather didn’t do.

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“What the fuck is wrong with you, Claire?” Dean growled as he slammed the motel room door shut. “You couldn’t wait 30 fucking minutes for us to get there?!?”

“It was going to be too long, Dean! Who knows what those vamps could have done to that girl in 30 minutes!”

“So what? You just throw yourself to them too hoping they’d rather have you?!”

“I don’t know! Okay?!? I just knew she was in there and scared and alone. I’m a big girl, Dean. I can handle myself!”

Dean’s eyes went hard and he took a step forward. Claire recognized the sudden shift in him. This was no longer the protective Dean. This was the Dean that only came out when she was bad. Claire felt her panties start dampening at the thought of what was about to happen.

“Get on your knees, little girl.” He said in a low voice.

Claire dropped to her knees and opened her mouth as Dean unbuckled his belt.

Dean chuckled at the sight. “Seems you can be good sometimes. Are you gonna be my good little girl tonight?”

Claire nodded as her eyes trailed down to where his large hands were unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out from his boxers. He was still only semi hard.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Good girls don’t need to be told what to do, do they?”

Claire crawled forward on her knees and licked her lips as she gripped Dean’s dick and gave a few pumps. She looked up at him through her lashes as she licked from base to tip. His eyes darkened further as she swirled her tongue around his head. His length was hardening quickly as she continued to lick him and pump him. He growled as she sucked his tip between her pink lips.

“Enough of that.” Dean gripped her blond hair in his fist to hold her still while he shoved his cock down her throat. “Take it, little girl. You wanna act like a brat, then you’ll get treated like one.” She fought her body’s desire to gag around him and was able to get him into her throat. She swallowed and Dean groaned.

“That’s better.”

Claire rested her hands on his hips as he started to fuck into throat faster. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes and spit dribbled from her chin. Dean had his eyes closed as he grunted a little with each push into her warm, wet mouth.

He pulled himself away from her suddenly, and backed up a step leaving Claire to fall forward onto her hands and knees. He smirked at her.

“Strip and get on the bed.”

Claire tore off her jacket and shirt. Her jeans caught on her boots as she frantically tried to listen to his command. Once she successfully rid herself of all of her clothes, she turned her back to him and placed a knee on the bed. She leaned forward and placed her other knee on the bed, keeping her legs far apart to give him a view of her dripping pussy. She heard his breath hitch a little and smirked as she got to the center of the bed, turned around and flopped onto her back. She reached down and ran her fingers through her folds, and Dean pulled his own jacket, flannel and t-shirt off. She bit her bottom lip and gripped her breast with her other hand. Dean watched enraptured as her fingertips swirled around through her slick.

“So small, Claire. I don’t know how you ever fit me in that little pussy of yours.” Dean kicked his boots off and pulled his jeans and boxers down his thick bowlegs. Claire’s eyes followed his movements and watched his muscles shift under his skin with every motion.

“Please, Dean. Please fuck me.” Claire whined at him.

“Not yet, little girl. Don’t wanna break you.” He smirked at her. “Not yet anyway.”

He climbed onto the bed and leaned down over her. His lips hovered over hers as he whispered, “Not until I’ve had my fun with you.” He moved down over her body and captured one of her nipples with his mouth. He ran his tongue over her peak until it was hard. He pulled away and blew a cool breath over it causing it to stiffen even more.

“Please, please. Stop teasing. I need more!” Claire begged as Dean circled his finger around her nub.

“So fucking needy, aren’t ya, little girl?” Dean pushed his finger into her hole right as his lips sucked her clit into his warm mouth. She gasped as she tangled her fingers into Dean’s hair and pulled. He grunted and sucked harder. Claire started to squirm as the pressure of an orgasm built in her belly. Dean moved his arm over her hips to hold her in place. She came with a whine and felt herself clenching on Dean’s fingers. Her thighs shook around Dean’s head. He slowed his movements and pulled his mouth away from her as she panted, trying to get her breath back.

“Tell me what you want.” Dean growled.

“I want you to fuck me, Dean.” He smirked at her again as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and pressed them against her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, and licked her own juices from his hand. She saw him grasp his rock hard cock before lining himself up and sinking himself into her fully in one sharp thrust. She tensed as he stretched her out and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt Dean’s lips against her throat as he started to suck dark marks into her sensitive skin. Whispering into her ear, “Always so fucking tight, little girl. So wet and so warm and just so, fucking, tight.” He started to pull himself out from her heat slowly before slamming back in. She grunted and moved her legs up to notch at his hips. His pace was hard and unforgiving. Dean gripped under her shoulders and rolled suddenly, leaving Claire surprised and on top.

“Ride me.” Dean demanded. Claire placed her palms on Dean’s chest as she lifted and dropped onto his length. He reached so deep and she tilted her head back. She could feel another orgasm building and wanted Dean to lose control. Luckily, she knew exactly what to say to make him fuck her harder as punishment. “Oh, Daddy!” She whined out. With lightning speed, Dean reached out and gripped her throat. He held just tightly enough that her breathing was restricted, but not stopped.

“What have I told you about calling me that, brat?” He snapped. She felt herself yanked off of him and thrown onto the bed face down.

His hands gripped her hips hard, sure to leave bruises as he pushed himself back into her harshly.

“Do. Not. Call. Me. Daddy.” Every word was punctuated with a sharp snap of his hips against her ass. “Remember why, little girl?”

She nodded as her hands gripped the sheets.

“Use your words, brat.” He gave another sharp thrust that brushed against her sweet spot in just the right way.

She whimpered. “Because it re-reminds you o-of Castiel.” Claire barely managed to get the words out as he continued his assault on her pussy.

Dean thrust again so hard that Claire involuntarily moved up the bed. He reached around and pulled first one arm, and then the other behind her back. He used her wrists behind her to hold her in place. Each shove into her was hitting that sweet spot inside. The orgasm she felt building was fast approaching. Dean could feel her tightening around him so he reached his arms under her shoulders to yank her back to his chest as he rammed into her. He pressed his palm to her lower belly.

“I can feel myself, ya know. Every thrust, I can feel myself right here.” He said into her ear as he pushed harder on her belly with each thrust.

That pushed her over the edge and she screamed out as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

She was still cumming when Dean released his arms from around her and she fell forward. Pushing on her back until she was flat on the bed, he kept his hand between her shoulder blades. He pushed into her and started to throb. Groaning, he gave light thrusts as he continued to empty himself into her tight channel. Claire bit into the pillow as the sensations of his release sparked through her sensitive pussy pushing her into another, smaller orgasm.

Dean had barely pulled out of her before he walked into the bathroom and got into the shower. Claire rolled over onto her back and was still trying to catch her breath when the motel room door opened and Sam entered. A smirk formed as he gazed over Claire, noting the light sheen of sweat covering her skin, the bruises beginning to form on her hips, and his brother’s cum dripping from her abused hole.“Looks like it’s my turn.” He said as he shut the door.

Part 2- Still a Brat>>>

#dean x claire smut #dean x claire #dean smut #dean winchester smut #dean winchester #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #synmorite #synmoritewrites

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ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 3 years

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Like You Want To Be Loved

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: This is my fic for my @starkerfestivals summer BINGO “body worship” square & my @peterparkerbingo “carry you to bed” square. This one is short and sweet, so - I hope you guys enjoy the cute little verse I created (that I’ll more than likely revisit soon!!). Here’s my bingo card (x & x) - if you see something on there you might want written, shoot me a message!!! Word Count: 3K Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case? Summary:

By Friday, Peter was clingy in all the perfect ways – there wasn’t any physical need for release, just the underlying necessity of being close to one another. When Tony was cognizant enough, he made a warm bath and spent most of the morning showering Peter with kisses while the omega got them clean. For the rest of the day, they lingered on the couch, watching Netflix and alternating between making out languorously and eating the rest of the snacks they had in the house. By the end of the night, Peter was passed out against his shoulder, out like a light.

Though Tony attempted to rouse him, Peter was asleep and after such a long and tiring week, Tony couldn’t blame him. It took little effort to heft the sleeping omega into his arms, Peter snuggled into him without fail, his nose going right to Tony’s neck, the fingers of his right-hand lingering on the flatness of his belly.

Or: the one where Peter goes into heat after years of suppressant use and Tony is more than there for it.

Read on AO3 here.

It’d been a long week.

Halfway through Tony’s Monday morning lecture, Peter called with a heated panic laced through his voice. Earlier in the year, Tony convinced Peter to stop his suppressants. They’d been mated and married for more than two years. After spending so much time alone, learning how to love each other, it finally felt right to start sharing that love with others; especially those with the dark chocolate of Peter’s eyes and unruly curls coming from either one of them.

When he first met the omega, Tony never imagined wanting kids. Having such a young mate was more than enough. Upon first getting to know each other, Tony was finishing his fifth year of teaching, finding himself up for tenure already. Until Peter stumbled into his lab by accident, Tony wasn’t sure he’d ever take a mate. Adjusting to the upbeat lifestyle of being with someone so young took a while, but Tony soon found himself liking the extra time they spent out amongst the world. In his sappiest times, Tony would easily admit that he’d follow Peter anywhere – as long as the young omega was there, a good time was guaranteed to be had.

It was Peter who first brought up the idea of expanding their family. They were enjoying Tony’s winter break in the Parker’s small family cabin in upstate New York, sipping on Mama Stark’s cocoa recipe. Firewood was crackling, setting the perfect atmosphere for Peter to stutter out – “how do you feel about kids?” without any preamble.

Looking up from his place at Peter’s side on the couch, Tony stopped the rubbing motion over the sole of Peter’s foot. Despite being mated for a while, Tony still felt the need to always be touching his omega. Peter took advantage of that by throwing the random, achy body parts he wanted touched in Tony’s greedy hands – that night it was his right foot. Tilting his head at the thought, Tony snuggled into Peter’s side a bit more, sucking in a deep breath. “I think I might like one or two. Especially if they look like you,” Tony replied, leaning his head against Peter’s shoulder. Though the omega didn’t say anything, Tony felt a soft kiss to the top of his head – then Peter’s foot was pressing back into his hands in a less than subtle demand.

It didn’t take long for Peter to bring up the arduous process of coming off his stimulants. When they spoke to the doctor, she mentioned one to several months of the body working itself back into its natural state. For a while, Tony could tell Peter was miffed by the timeline. If his young omega got something in his head, there was no stopping Peter from getting what he wanted.

Of course, the omega was young and healthy, his body more than ready to step up to the plate and work a little biological magic. Tony was surprised when Peter was moaning on the other side of the line, frantically telling Tony to get home that very second. As awkward as it was to take the call in the middle of a lecture, Tony was seconds away from popping an ill-timed and completely pheromone driven erection. He stayed behind the podium as he less than subtly kicked everyone out.

The drive home was longer than ever before – five minutes felt like a lifetime when he recalled the breathy way Peter said his name, the way he mumbled ‘alpha’ into the phone so restlessly. Really, the simple fact that he had to drive home at all was a terrible inconvenience.

Keeping his briefcase on the seat, Tony tore his seatbelt off, practically running into the house with little thought. By the time he got to the front door, Tony could smell the intoxicating scent of Peter Parker-Stark in the midst of his heat. Thinking back to the weekend, Tony remember the little pre-heat signs – Peter’s nesting, the clingy way his mate stuck to his side seemingly every minute of both Saturday and Sunday. Tony momentarily felt foolish for not recognizing the signs. It’d been over two years since they spent a heat together and the signs were subtle.

Those thoughts were out the window the minute he walked through the door. Peter was sprawled across the couch; the flannel shirt Tony wore the day before the only stitch of clothing on his entire body. The usually chocolate-colored eyes were a rich gold, flaring the moment Peter recognized the addition of Tony’s scent. Though he didn’t move, Peter became all the more enticing.

Quickly stripping off the sweater he wore to teach that morning, Tony peeled the cashmere off his skin, following seamlessly by his pants, boxer briefs, socks and shoes. He was more naked than Peter before either could truly take a deep breath. Tony took his time making his way over to Peter then – his hand drifted down the center of his chest to wrap around the base of his cock, the view of Peter and the delicate mingling of their scents all the sudden overpowering. If he didn’t stroke his cock, Tony felt like he might spontaneously combust.

Tony allowed himself a handful of strokes before his hands became otherwise occupied with the smoothness of Peter’s skin. Finally, what felt like ages since he stepped in the door, Tony was close enough to reach out and touch, to feel the pulsating warmth of Peter’s heat humming just under the surface of his skin. The flannel parted just right to show off the omega’s interest; Peter’s cock was stiff, and a trickle of slick slid shamelessly down his right leg. As much as Tony wanted to dive into the cleft of Peter’s beautiful ass, the last place he wanted to spend his husband’s first heat since their mating was the living room couch.

With little prompting, Tony got Peter to wrap his muscled thighs around his hips – with so much testosterone and mating pheromones coursing through his veins, Tony had no problem carrying the young omega up the stairs. He tried to deposit Peter on the bed lightly, but the omega had other plans. Long arms wrapped around Tony’s neck, tugging until their lips were meeting in a scalding kiss.

Peter’s hands were everywhere, sliding down Tony’s back, in his hair, even up his sides and across the front of his chest. While his hands quested, Peter’s lips sipped at Tony’s, their tongues tangling wildly as adrenaline and that certain something that was completely them and their connection lingering in the air. Tony took his time enjoying Peter, here shortly, coherency would be the last thing on either of their minds.

Their hard cocks were grinding against each other with every movement, Peter was slick everywhere, making the move easy. Each time Tony felt Peter pick up his hips, Tony’s control over things slipped a little further. Before long, he broke their kiss to bury his nose into the side of Peter’s neck; Tony pressed kisses across Peter’s mating bite, taking the rich scent of iron and fire and sweetness with gasping breaths.

Tony forced himself away from the spot he could easily get attached too – sentimentally, so many memories resided in the scar that marred Peter’s skin. The fact that Tony smelt himself on Peter the most there only played into it somewhat (or a lot). Shaking his head of the thought, Tony trailed his lips further down the long length of Peter’s neck, across his shoulders, and down along shapely pecs. Each nipple was bathed with affection, Tony brought the delicate nub into his mouth, tonguing at it until the skin was pebbled, the peak warm in his mouth. Peter’s moans at every touch only worked to drive Tony on.

Further down Peter’s chest, Tony took his time tracing the outer rim of Peter’s belly button, the sides of his shirt parting after he fumbled with the buttons one by one. With both hands, Tony traced over Peter’s sides, his fingers tangling in the hair covering Peter’s belly. As he aged, the omega got a little furrier. Surprisingly, Tony liked the slowly thickening hair, it felt amazing under his fingertips. Tugging ever so slightly, Tony toyed with the softness of Peter’s skin until restless hips made themselves known.

Tony wasn’t about to spend time teasing either of them. With a quick move, Peter’s legs were spread, making room for Tony between them. Both his hands slipped between slick cheeks; Peter’s hole clenched in subconscious anticipation. Grinning at the sight, Tony wasted no time diving into the fragrant wetness. Peter’s looseness spoke of heat that was further along. Tony glanced up, suddenly proud of the man writhing above him. Heat colored eyes met his then, an easy grin on Peter’s lips. “Alpha,” Peter moaned, his eyes flashing.

Unable to stop himself after that, Tony dug in, nosing first at the gap of Peter’s cheeks and then further into the crevice, his lips barely kissing at Peter’s hole. A gush of slick slipped out onto his tongue, Peter’s hole clenching without any prompting. Tony felt his cock harden, in a few moments, Tony wouldn’t be able to enjoy the little details nearly as much. Conscious of that, Tony worked hard to make Peter whimper. His tongue and fingers worked until Peter was muttering ‘please’ and ‘Tony’ on a loop. Another couple of licks were all Tony was capable of before he climbed helplessly between Peter’s legs. He couldn’t resist the call any longer.

He grabbed at Peter’s thighs, picking them up until they were around his hips. With a quick move of his hips, Tony’s cock was pressed against the teasing wink of Peter’s hold – Tony knew the omega couldn’t even help it, not when need was slowly creeping in. Tony could tell, simply by breathing in, that the very worst was about to begin. The stirring of his knot had him ducking his head, pressing his lips against Peter’s with heat. “Ready?”

Peter’s answer was his hips lifting and the tilt of his head. Without having to move, the head of Tony’s cock slipped into tight heat, the drenched slide unlike anything the manufactured lube they normally used provided. Tony sunk into the hilt, his hips stopping his movement before Tony could himself. Peter tightened the grip of his thighs, keeping him there. For just a second, Peter ran his hands restlessly over Tony’s skin, mapping out the feel of it. That move, Peter’s recollection of everything Tony, was old hat. Every time they came together, Peter traced him like that – like he needed the tangible reminder of the way Tony felt under his touch. Sighing into the contact, Tony waited until those restless hands were buried into his hair, tugging lightly.

“Fuck me, Alpha. Please.”

Tony didn’t hesitate to comply – his hips were moving on their own accord, anyway. Wrapping his arms around Peter’s shoulders, Tony kept the omega close as he used his hips to satiate the fire that slowly burned along Peter’s existence. Every move was in sync, Peter rolled his hips to meet Tony’s thrusts – the easy motion kept each one deep, the tip of Tony’s cock enticingly brushing against Peter’s prostate; every move was expertly aimed. Little by little, Tony and Peter took each other apart, husbands, alpha and omega – moving together.

When the end came, Peter clung helplessly to Tony, his nails uselessly running over abused skin in an attempt to hold on. Peter was whimpering, every sound hitting Tony in the gut with the need to sooth them, to finally give his mate a knot and that sweet release Tony felt building up with every brush of his stomach against Peter’s cock. Leaning down to first nose of Peter’s bonding mark, then lip over the omega’s ear, Tony whisper lightly, his voice gravely.

“Cum for me, Pete. I’m so close to giving you my knot. I want to thrust in with that tight clench around me, to claim you again, omega.” Tony kept his words low, each one tangibly hitting Peter – the younger man’s skin pebbled under Tony’s touch. With another hard thrust, Tony felt Peter clamp down around him, Peter’s orgasm pulling Tony’s knot almost immediately. Biting down on the mark he placed all that time ago, Tony nuzzled into the spot, moaning “Pete” helplessly.

The rest of the week went a lot like that. There were increasingly more lucid moments where Peter asked for slow touches mixed into the desperate moments where Tony took his omega in a pheromone induced haze. Regardless of whether they were successful in creating a little life together, they gave it their all.

As Tony tucked Peter into bed, the young omega wrapped his hands around Tony’s neck, giving him a sleepy kiss. “I love you, Tony,” Peter mumbled, burying himself into the blankets. Smiling, Tony stripped out of his shirt and joined his husband on the bed. He slung his arm around Peter’s middle.

With a kiss to the back of the neck, Tony mumbled the words back, settling into all the spaces that were meant solely for him. Before falling back to sleep, Peter grabbed his hand, placing it on the warmth of his belly. Spreading his fingers, Tony pictured what their little peanut was going to look like, swelling the thinness of the beauty in his arms. His lips were stretched out into a grin when sleep found him.

#starker #sfsummerbingo21 #peterparkerbingo2021 #peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #bobbie writes #like you want to be loved

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storiesbymads · 4 years

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TOUCH TOO MUCH ( jj maybank . )

gif by @phoebejays

It was one of those nights.

warnings: smut, pwp, female receiving oral, protected sex

wc: 1.7k

You could see JJ sprawled out across your bed in the bathroom mirror as you finished up your night routine. He was clad in black boxers and, oddly enough, a pair of white crew socks as he absentmindedly scrolled through instagram. Every once in a while, he’d glance up from his phone to see you still doing whatever it is you did in the bathroom for forty-five minutes before bed and would sigh before adjusting himself and continuing down his feed.

It wasn’t the first time JJ had convinced you to let him stay the night after spending more than a month on John B’s pull out and you knew it wasn’t the last. He liked to tell you that he was staying with you to give his friend a well earned break from him but you knew the real reason. It was one of those nights.

“Y/N, baby, are you almost done?” he asked for the third time since you stepped into the connected room.

You let out a soft laugh in response, “Why? Got something big planned at 10:30?”

“Maybe. If you don’t hurry up in there you’ll never find out,” he said, tossing his phone somewhere onto the bed and trudging over to where you stood. He looped his arms around your waist, intertwining his fingers with yours and resting his chin onto your shoulder.

“Lucky for you, I just finished,” you whispered as he began placing open mouthed kisses along the base of your jaw. Subconsciously, you tilted your neck to give him better access to the skin as one of his hands moved to trace the hemline of your— his —shirt.

“Perfect,” he breathed into the tender skin just below your ear, biting down on the lobe ever so softly. The hand on your thigh trailed up higher, hiking the shirt up in its path, to fiddle with the flimsy fabric of your panties. He snapped the waistband against your skin.

“J,” you moaned. You made eye contact with him through the mirror before he abruptly pulled away. A whine slipped past your lips at the loss of contact. He grabbed your hand to pull you towards him as he backed himself up to the bed. His knees hit the back of the comforter forcing him to sit and pull you down to straddle him.

He was taking his time peeling the flimsy t-shirt off of you, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as he slowly pushed the fabric up your torso. You were losing your mind.

“J, if you don’t hurry up I am going to scream,” you sighed, lifting your arms above your head so that he could fully remove the shirt. He complied, thankfully, slipping it over your head in one swift motion.

“This damn woman’s going to drive me insane,” he said, jokingly looking up at the ceiling with the shirt still in his grasp. You quickly grabbed it and tossed it behind his head before slapping his shoulder softly.

“Shut up.” You grabbed both of his cheeks with your hands as you pulled him in to smash your lips against his. The joking atmosphere vanished as soon as it started as JJ’s hands moved to rest on the backs of your thighs.

You hadn’t even realized you had started to grind down on JJ until you felt the wet patch that had started to grow.

“See what you do to me,” he pulled away to growl into your ear, his hard-on extremely evident to you now.

“Why don’t you do something about it, then,” you said. He groaned at your response, digging his fingers into your thighs so hard you were sure there’d be bruises when you looked in the morning.

It wasn’t long before JJ moved the pair of you to the center of the bed, flipping you over so that he was now hovering over you. His breath felt hot against your skin as he trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts and past your navel. One of his hands was resting beside your hip, supporting his weight, while the other was roughly groping at your left breast.

“Fuck, JJ,” It was too much for your body, too much for your brain to focus on him.

“Baby, I’ve barely even started,” he chuckled when he noticed the very obvious wet spot on your underwear that only seemed to grow as he continued his actions. You were practically losing your mind and he hadn’t even touched you where you needed him most.

“J, please,” you whined. His face was centimeters away from your clothed heat at this point. He placed a soft kiss on your clit over the fabric before he hooked his fingers into the waistband and slipped them off.

He was slow moving back up your legs. It felt as if he were literally pressing kisses to every inch of your skin, starting at your ankles and ending at your thighs. The anticipation for him to just touch you grew each time you felt his lips press against your skin and your mind was spinning with the thought, I just need your touch.

“Baby, please,” you begged. He let out a dry laugh in response.

“Tell me where you need me, princess.” He placed an open-mouthed kiss just above your folds and you swore you were seconds away from screaming.

“You know what I need, J,” you said, running your fingers through his hair in an attempt to push him closer to your heat. You felt him hum, his nose now dangerously close to pressing against your clit. “I really need your touch. Your fingers, your tongue, something.”

“As you wish,” he mumbled against you, placing a final kiss against your thigh before licking a full stripe through your folds.

“Oh my fucking God,” you groaned as he inserted his tongue into you. He had to place one of his hands on your stomach to keep you from bucking your hips any further into his mouth, the other securely wrapped around one of your thighs to keep you spread open for him.

His nose rubbed up against your clit anytime he so much as moved his face. You didn’t even know if he was doing it on purpose but God, if it didn’t feel amazing. You knew your orgasm would be hitting you in a matter of seconds.

“I’m so fucking close, J,” you said. He nodded as he sped up the rate at which he pumped his tongue in and out of you. A loud moan fell from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, your fingers desperately tugging at JJ’s blonde locks. His movements slowed as he helped you ride it out before he pulled away from you completely to hover over you once more.

You took a brief moment to admire him in the dim light. He had the face of an angel smiling with sin. His chest was heaving slightly and his body had a slight sheen to it that glistened as the moonlight hit it.

“You’re so gorgeous, angel. Taste even better,” he said as he connected his lips with yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue. If you weren’t so desperate to have him inside of you, you would’ve returned the favor. But, seeing as you were that desperate, you dipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and wrapped your hand around his throbbing length.

“Patience,” he tutted, pulling away enough so that your hand slipped out of his underwear. One of his hands moved to rest on your jaw, his thumb resting on your bottom lip, “Open.”

The second you complied to his instructions, his thumb was resting on your tongue and your head was being tilted back. You thought JJ was moving closer to kiss you again but he surprised you when he spit directly into your mouth, spreading the saliva with the pad of his finger.

“Good girl,” he said before finally taking off his boxers and tossing them across the room with your t-shirt. He reached towards the bedside table to grab a condom before he quickly tore the packaging open with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock.

“Are you going to fuck me or what, Maybank?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t get bratty on me now, princess. You were doing so good for me.” He lined himself up with your entrance causing the both of you to groan simultaneously. The tip of his cock pushed into you ever so slowly, his pace agonizingly slow as he bottomed out.

“Oh, fuck me.”

“I’m trying,” he said. You giggled softly at the comment, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth seconds afterwards as JJ pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming back in.

The only sound in the room was a mix of your pornographically lewd moans and JJ’s hips snapping against yours at an ungodly pace. He placed one of your calves over his shoulder which allowed him to go even deeper, his tip grazing your g-spot.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you whimpered as JJ slowed his pace slightly in exchange for harder thrusts. You felt your stomach starting to burn as your second orgasm approached.

“Hold it for me, baby. I’m not that far behind,” he said, placing a delicate kiss onto the ankle that was over his shoulder. You grasped onto the comforter in an attempt to ground yourself. You honestly had no idea if you’d be able to hold it for any extended period of time at the rate JJ was pounding into you.

“JJ, I-“

“I’ll count it down for you, princess. Okay?” You nodded, clenching around him when you felt his movements stutter slightly.

“Five.” He removed your leg from his shoulder so that he could bend down and nip at the skin on your collarbones.

“Four.” His grip on your hips tightened and his movements started to get sloppier.

“Three.” His left hand slipped between your legs to rub circles against your clit.

“Two.” Your fingers moved to rest on his shoulders, your fingernails digging crescent shapes into the skin there.

“One.” His hips stilled as he came in thick ropes into the condom, you having come undone at the same time. After one or two more thrusts, he pulled out of you and left for a second to discard the condom in the bathroom.

You were left panting on the bed when he returned with a damp washcloth. It took a few minutes for him to clean you up, making sure to rub lightly on the sensitive nub.

“I am never gonna get enough of that,” he sighed as he pulled the covers back so you could both slip under them.

This is the third installment of my favorite song series. you can find the rest of this series as well as any of my other works on my masterlist!

tagging: @ptersparkers bc she gave me the encouragement i needed to finish this. go check her out if you haven’t already!!

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winchestershiresauce · 3 years

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Be a Good Girl

Summary: After Dean finds out that you drank the last of his good whiskey, your boyfriend Sam decides he knows just how you can make it up to his brother.

Dean x Reader, slight/implied Sam x Reader (no wincest)

2215 words

Tags: NSFW, smut, kinda looks like dub-con, oral sex (male receiving), bondage, language, mild degradation, mild praise kink

A/N: I have so many more ideas for this, so please let me know if you’d like more/a sequel. <3

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You knew you shouldn't drink Dean's nice whiskey, even after the way it called to you. However, with the brutally long day you'd had and the boys asleep, it just looked so inviting. Admittedly, it probably had something to do with the way Dean had warned that anyone other than him who'd touched it would "seriously friggin' regret it." You knew being his brother's girlfriend allowed you some freedom from consequence but certainly not all, and part of you wondered if you could get away with it. Maybe you'd even wondered what would happen if you did get caught.

As Sam crawled under the table in the library to check the knots holding you in place, you thought to yourself that while you’d expected some sort of punishment or having to make it up to Dean, you were a bit surprised at the situation you’d found yourself in. This wasn’t the first time Sam had tied you up (and it definitely wouldn’t be the last), but the way his rope work had you spread eagle on the library table was very new. Sam emerged from under the table, satisfied that his knots would hold you in place, and stood to admire his work. Despite the chilly air, heat blossomed within you with the way he raked his eyes over your wholly exposed body.

“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” Sam asked as he lightly ran his finger down the center of your chest and to your navel, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Yes, sir,” you answered. Before stripping you bare and positioning you as a work of art in the library, Sam had hinted at what would be happening. He’d mentioned that Dean was upset about the whiskey and that you’d be making it up to him somehow. You’d thought maybe you’d buy him a new bottle, or wash Baby, or something like that, but Sam had something much more exciting in mind. You felt yourself getting aroused at the thought, just anticipating what would happen when Dean got back.

To put the final touches on his masterpiece, Sam stuck a bow and a gift tag to your lower belly, just above your ever-so-inviting pussy. ‘Dean, take what you want. - Sam’ the tag read. Sam nudged your thighs further apart and placed the brand new bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label on the table between them. He smirked and pressed it firmly against you, rubbing it slowly between your lips and over your clit before he pulled it away and positioned it for display. You lifted your hips, seeking more pressure against your now-aching clit, and let out a small whine.

Sam tsked disapprovingly, reminding you that you were to be seen and not heard. “Be a good girl, Y/N,” Sam warned. “Remember that Dean’s in charge. He knows your safe words and that you’re just desperate to make it up to him for finishing his whiskey. Be good.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before slipping the black satin blindfold over your eyes. You groaned internally -- you wouldn’t dare do it out loud -- knowing that not being able to see would only increase your anticipation and drive you crazy.

You heard the large metal door of the bunker slam closed and your body tensed. While the likelihood that it was Dean was incredibly high, you hated not being able to see what was around you. Footsteps echoed through the library as they approached.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Dean’s voice asked directly behind you. Some of the nervous tension in your body relaxed, leaving only the tension of excitement and anticipation. You felt a tiny gust of air on your face and you guessed that Dean was waving his hand over you to test if you could see through the blindfold. When you didn’t react at all, there was a quiet chuckle just inches away from your right ear.

“Looks like Sammy left me quite the gift, didn’t he?” Dean continued. You knew you weren’t supposed to talk -- you were just a fuck toy today -- so you didn’t answer. You heard him approach the opposite end of the table, feeling his eyes on you as he moved. When he picked up the gift tag, you felt his warm and calloused, but somehow soft, fingertip ghost across the exposed flesh below your belly button.

“‘Take what you want’? Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn’t have.” His laugh was a bit dark and, though you couldn’t see him, you could sense his arousal. Your own excitement began to really bloom and you felt yourself getting wetter by the moment. When he picked up the bottle of whiskey between your thighs, you wondered if he could see how soaked you were, just imagining what he might do to you. You heard him open the bottle and take a couple swigs. “That’s the good stuff,” he sighed. “I wonder how well it pairs with this sweet pussy of yours, princess.” He ran his finger along the inside of your thigh before gliding it through your slick folds. You writhed in your bonds, wishing desperately that you could get more, or even just touch him, but you knew it was no use. Sam knew how to tie a knot and you weren’t going anywhere until he or Dean decided to free you.

You heard the wet ‘pop’ as he pulled his finger out of his mouth and groaned. “Shit, Y/N, that’s divine. You’re sweeter than a 15-year single malt.” You could hear the smile in his voice and fuck, you wanted him. Talent for the art of teasing must run in the family. He moved to the head of the table and you couldn’t help the pleading look you gave him when he removed the blindfold. He slid his hand gently down the side of your face and pushed your hair away so he could get a better look at you. Though you bit your lip to keep yourself from making a sound, a small devious smile made its way across your face. Dean mirrored the expression before pressing his lips against yours. It started gentle, maybe a little tentative, but didn’t take even a moment for the kiss to escalate to rough and full of want. You kissed him back hard, lifting your head off the table as much as your position would allow, and Dean slid his hand under the back of your head. Using his grip, he pressed his mouth against yours like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted. He licked into your mouth and sucked and bit your lips with such fervor that you were sure you were dripping on the table.

He pulled away with that devilish grin back on his lips. For just a moment, he paused to drag his eyes over the sight before him. Your pleading eyes staring up at him, your ruddy kiss-swollen lips, your gorgeous hard nipples… He groaned, knowing that everything before him was his for the taking. You let your eyes wander from his face down his body where you could see his erection absolutely straining against the denim containing it. You thought it looked so desperate to be freed, to be touched, that maybe it was almost as desperate as you were. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to try to calm the lustful need bubbling up through every fiber of your being, but it didn’t do much good.

Dean dropped his red plaid flannel to the floor and tore his t-shirt over his head. When he pulled his belt through the belt loops of his jeans, you couldn’t stop the low, desperate groan from escaping your throat.

“What? You want this cock, sweetheart?” Dean chuckled. He dropped the belt and undid the button on his jeans, and every move he made to lower the zipper and push his pants and boxer briefs over his hips was so slow and deliberate that you tried with everything in you to press your thighs together.

“Yes, sir. Please,” you whined, knowing any punishment for talking would be worth it at this point. You needed him and you needed him to know that. Luckily, Dean seemed to enjoy when his fuck toy replied, because he bit his lip and smirked. He dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them. He wrapped one large, perfect hand over the hard, thick object of your desire and took deliberate, purposeful steps to approach you again.

“Open up, princess.” You obeyed immediately, opening your mouth and letting your jaw muscles slacken. He grinned and teased the tip of his cock around your lips, and your tongue reached out to taste him. Your tongue caressed the needy red head of his cock and lapped up the bead of precum leaking from his slit. Dean let out a low groan that came more from his chest than his throat and reached up to stroke your cheek. “Be a good girl for me,” he whispered before he thrust his hips forward to shove all of himself between your lips. Once the briefest moment of surprise passed, you greedily took him in, engulfing his throbbing cock with your wet, hot mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him down and running your tongue along the underside of him as he found a rhythm. It didn’t take long for him to begin truly fucking your face and you wished so much that your hands were free so you could touch yourself while he did so. With every thrust, you felt him hit the back of your throat and you couldn’t help but think how good it’d feel to have him pounding your pussy like that. Your clit throbbed and your pussy clenched around nothing, both so eager and needing to be touched.

His grunts were sinful and you swore you could feel them in your core. He held the side of your face in place as he used you, used your mouth like he deserved to. Your mouth had been what disobeyed him, giving in to the temptation of taking something that didn’t belong to you. In return, he got to take something that didn’t belong to him. You were the prize that Sam Winchester had to offer, and you loved it. Tears escaped your eyes as Dean slammed into your throat, sliding hard and fast between your soft lips. You gagged a bit when he went deeper and you felt his rhythm falter. You hummed around him, and only you knew that it was a sound of disappointment, as you’d been wishing, despite how well he was fucking your face, that he’d slide his beautiful, throbbing, delicious cock into your pussy and thrust into you with every bit of force he could muster.

“Just like that, baby,” Dean grunted when you hummed, “Such a good girl.” You hummed again, only this time the praise swept over you and you wanted to make him cum by any means necessary. You could be a good girl and you’d show him. You let your jaw hang slack as he slammed into your mouth, as the subtle vibrations of your humming threw him over the ledge into his climax. With one hard thrust sending him impossibly deeper into your throat, he came. His gentle hold on your face was no longer gentle as he pushed you toward him, keeping your head in place as thick ropes of his sweet release spurted down your eager throat. When he finished, he loosened his grip on you and pulled his softening cock out of your mouth slowly, like despite the post-orgasm sensitivity, he never wanted to leave the perfect warm cavern beyond your lips.

He sighed, taking a deep breath to bring himself back to Earth, and you licked your lips to get the stray cum that had smeared there when he pulled out of your mouth. He grinned and you grinned back at him.

“Sam was right,” he started, “You really are an even better fuck toy than you are a hunter. I didn’t know that was possible.” You blushed, but couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He may have gotten his release but you were still aching and needy for yours. However, you knew that this was about making your transgressions up to Dean, so you wouldn’t say anything. This would make incredible fodder for the next time you played with yourself, or you’d think back to it when Sam took you to bed and reclaimed you later like he did after every time he’d shared you.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “Glad I could be of service. Did it make up for stealing and finishing your good whiskey?”

“Oh we’re nowhere near finished, princess. I haven’t even gotten to feel that tight, pretty pussy squeezing around me.” He smirked and your cunt clenched, pulsing with arousal, excitement, and anticipation.

“Are you gonna fuck me good and hard, Dean?” you asked, your expression a combination of puppy dog eyes and a sly grin. Dean ran his fingers through his hair and groaned.

“You have no idea, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you til you’re not sure you can cum anymore and you can’t remember your name. We’re just getting started.”

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#dean x reader #spn fanfic #spn smut #lemon #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural smut #dean winchester smut #smut

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tanyawritesstories · 3 years

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The Soldier and the Senator | Fives x Reader

I was listening to The Cowboy and the Lady by John Denver and came up with this idea. I was originally going to make it quite similar to the song, but I made it saucier, because, it's Fives. 😉

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, flirting, urgent sex, dirty talk, Fives is oblivious again, fluff, Echo is tired of his brother's shenanigans

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There were nights that Fives just preferred to drink by himself. Sometimes he needed to think, and he usually couldn't do that when Echo was chewing his ear off with his chatter. The cantina he had entered was small with only one bar and a handful of patrons. Perfect for the relaxation he needed.

The planet that the 501st was currently occupying was peaceful when all the droids were gone. Their invasion wasn't as advanced as it had sounded when the planet asked for Republic aid. They were able to be eradicated much easier than everyone had thought.

Fives swirled the liquor around in his glass, listening to the rain fall heavily on the roof and getting lost in his thoughts. His mind wandered, to the war, his brothers, everything that usually haunted him. He tried to push it out of his mind, downing his drink and asking for another. He heard someone sit down at the bar a few chairs away from him but paid it no mind. Until he heard their voice.

He looked to his right and found himself looking at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She looked like royalty as she sat on the barstool, waiting for the bartender to make her drink. Fives was instantly mesmerized by her. She was clothed in a fancy dress that only enhanced her beauty and her hair was done in a way that drew attention to her face. He couldn’t stop staring and his first impulse was to try and talk to her. He watched out of the corner of his eye, waiting until her drink was almost gone before engaging her.

“Can I refill your drink?” He asked. The woman turned to look at him. “I don’t see why not,” she said with a smile. Fives motioned to the bartender, “Put her drinks on General Skywalker’s tab.” That seemed to catch the woman’s attention. “That’s right, you’re with the army, aren’t you?” Her voice was upbeat and cheerful, Fives found himself smiling just hearing it. He nodded, “Yes, ma’am.” She smiled. “I’m so thankful for your help. Maker knows how much destruction those droids would have caused. Thanks to you, the planet is safe again.”

Fives blushed. “Well, it wasn’t just me. We’re all doing our part as a team, my brothers and I,” he explained. “Well, tell your brothers that I extend my thanks to them as well. You all saved my home,” the woman said kindly.

Fives picked up his drink and moved to sit next to her. “I will, they’ll be happy to hear it. I must ask, why is a woman as beautiful as yourself visiting this unworthy joint,” He said, turning on the charm. “Oh,” the woman blushed, looking at her drink, “That’s awfully nice of you umm...what’s your name?” Fives was shocked for a split second, when most people asked him for identification they asked for his number, not usually his name.

“I’m Fives,” he answered, tapping at his tattoo. She giggled at his action. “I see,” she said, her hand lifting towards his face subconsciously. She realized what she was doing a second later. “I’m so sorry, that was improper of me,” she apologized. “No, don’t worry,” Fives took her hand and guided it up to brush against his tattoo. She smirked adoringly. “It suits you,” she said, “But I don’t know why it’s a five, I think you’re a ten out of ten.”

Fives was taken aback, he hadn’t expected her to flirt back at him. Ok, this could be interesting.

“You’re too kind, sweetheart. What’s your name?” He asked. “Y/N. Correct me if I‘m wrong, but those mean you’re important, right?” She asked, pointing to his kama. “You are correct, I’m an ARC trooper. Second in command to the Captain,” he winked. “I wish you were the Captain. Your current one is...a little...serious. No offense,” she said hesitantly. Fives laughed, “None taken from me, darling. Rex can be a bit stingy sometimes. But he’s a good leader.” “He is,” she agreed, “I saw him in action and I think it was you who was next to him. Your skills are impressive.” Fives put his elbow on the bar. “Which skills?” He asked with a suggestive smirk, looking her up and down. She smirked right back. “I’m sure you have many. Is it hard to shoot a blaster? I’ve wanted to learn.”

“I could teach you,” he offered. “I’d love to learn,” she said enthusiastically, “Perhaps you could teach me a few other things as well..” Fives raised his eyebrows. “You think you’re up for that, princess?” She sent him a challenging smirk. “Trust me Fives, I could handle anything you give me," she said, her voice tapering off into a whisper.

Fives almost couldn't believe this. He was infatuated with this woman who he had only just met and she was interested in him back! He almost never got this lucky and he wasn't going to waste his chance, he was half hard already.

"You know that for sure, do you?" He said. He leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear. "I'm a tough guy, sweetheart. I won't go easy on you." He heard her chuckle. She took a finger and ran it from his ear down his jaw to his chin, turning his head so she could whisper back. "I like it rough," she whispered. She then proceeded to place a kiss to his ear and lick a few inches down his jaw. He shuddered, feeling himself harden completely, his armor getting tight around his groin. He slunk an arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body. "Where is your place, princess? You're being awfully naughty, and in public. I do need to teach you a few things," he said, his voice deep and husky. She giggled wrapping her arms around his neck, "I'll lead the way." Fives smirked devilishly and landed a light smack on her ass as she took his hand and led him out of the cantina.

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He shoved her into the door as soon as it closed, their lips immediately crashing together. Her lipstick was undoubtedly smeared all over his face but he didn't care. Fives kissed and bit his way along her jaw to her neck, undoing his armor at the same time. She helped as best she could, freeing his upper half of it's plastoid restraints. Once he finally got it all off, she pulled the shirt of his blacks up over his head. She marveled at his body, running her hands up and down his exposed torso before diving in to give his neck the same treatment. He fumbled with the zipper on her dress for a brief second, but got it undone and practically tore the outfit off her body. He moaned as she bit and sucked on his skin. Their hurried actions fuelled by lust and need.

He unclasped her bra and pulled it off, taking her warm tits into his hands, kneading and playing with them. She threw her head back and moaned when he pinched and pulled her nipples, the action sending bolts of pleasure through her body. "That feel good, princess?" Fives teased, she could only nod in response.

Fives yanked her panties off and picked her up, her legs wrapping around his middle. Their lips met, tongues clashing with fiery passion and want. Fives held her against the door with one arm, his other hand coming down between her legs to stroke her soaking folds. Her head hit the door again and she mewled when he rubbed her clit.

"Fives, please I need you to fuck me, please," she begged. "Anything your dirty little mind wants, princess," he complied. Fives tugged his blacks down just enough to free his aching cock. He rubbed it up and down her slit, earning a few impatient whines from her. He pushed in steadily, making sure not to go too fast so she could get used to him. He growled as he sheathed himself completely inside her body. She gasped, feeling just how full she was, her eyes falling closed. Fives groaned, "fuck, you feel good. I fit your pussy perfectly." She dug her fingers into his hair, begging him to start moving. Fives put one hand on her hip and the other in the bend of her knee before beginning to pound into her.

She let out a wail as he repeatedly drove his length into her. She had never been fucked this fast and good before and the feeling was mind-numbing. Fives changed his angle after a minute and began to abuse that special spot within her. She screamed at the sensation, a mix of curses and his name spilling from her lips. He was relentless.

"I gotcha now, princess. Cum all over my cock," he urged. He reached down and swiped at her clit a few times and she was falling off the edge, her mouth opening but no words were able to come out. Fives thrusted his hips a few more times before he was spilling inside her with a loud groan. He buried his face in her neck waiting for their breathing to even out. That's when she noticed something.

"Are you still hard?" She asked in disbelief. Fives chuckled, his breath warm on her skin. "It's all in the genes, baby. Enhanced endurance doesn't just come in handy on the battlefield," he joked. "My bedroom is the second door on the left," she breathed, "fuck me until you're spent. I want the full experience." Fives growled and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the door and walking to her bedroom. He pulled her off of him and tossed her on the bed. "Get on your hands and knees," he instructed, removing his pants and boxers. She rolled over, getting into the requested position and wiggling her ass in the air. Fives couldn't resist and spanked her, causing her to gasp. "You're a little minx," he growled, "You look so innocent and sweet when really you're a filthy little thing." He climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her and smoothing his hands over her ass. "Anything for you, sir," she purred, peering at him over her shoulder.

Oh fuck, that got him.

Fives full on snarled, lining himself up and slamming into her. His hips pistoned into hers without mercy, the pleasure intense from both their recent orgasms. The only sounds to be heard was the slapping of skin on skin, his growls and her high pitched moans. With every thrust his balls collided with her clit and got them both closer to release. Her body felt like it was on fire she felt so good, all cohesive thoughts escaping her mind. "Fuck, princess, fuck fuck fuck! I'm almost there," Fives groaned, his movements getting sloppy. "I'm close too, Fives! Oh fuck, you're good at this!" She wailed. Fives reached around her and rubbed furiously at her clit, triggering her release almost immediately. She shouted his name as she soaked his cock for the second time, clamping down on him. Fives gave a few more thrusts before burying himself as deep as he could and painting her walls white with his seed.

He collapsed over her back, their skin sticking together from the sweat. They both stayed like that until their pulses came back down. "You want a shower?" She suddenly asked. "As long as it's with you," Fives replied, kissing her shoulder.

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Y/N woke up to find that the lovely warm body she fell asleep next to was no longer there. She was sad to see him go but she knew he had a duty, as did she. Walking out into the kitchen, she found her datapad with a message on it.

Sorry I left right away, princess. Duty called and I had to get back to the men. I had fun last night and I hope I can see you again before we ship out - 5

She smiled at the message and the delightful memories of the previous night. She couldn't revel for too long, she had a big day ahead of her.

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Fives inspected the love marks on his neck in a mirror. She had really done a number on him last night. He hadn't wanted to leave when he woke up, but his comm went off and Rex asked him to get back. He admired the dark blotches for a few more seconds before pulling his collar up to hide them.

"So that's where you were last night?"

Fives looked in the mirror to see Echo standing behind him. A smirk worked its way onto his face. "Jealous, brother?" He asked. Echo sighed, "That depends. How hungover are you?" Fives turned around to face his twin. "Hardly at all," he answered. Echo seemed slightly impressed. "Just a bit then. And she was drunk enough to sleep with you?" Echo teased. Fives elbowed his brother, "hey, I'll have you know that plenty of women want me." Echo laughed. "Yeah, they want you to leave." Fives picked up his helmet and tucked it under his arm. "I don't see you getting pussy on a regular basis," he jested. Echo grabbed his helmet as well. "Maybe I don't want pussy on a regular basis," Echo pointed out with a smile. Fives shared a laugh with his brother. "C'mon, let's get to the hangar. Rex will be briefing us soon."

They arrived in the hangar and listened as their Captain detailed their next mission. They were to guard the Senator of the planet on their journey to Coruscant. Apparently they were going to ask for protection of the planet. Fives didn’t exactly pay attention to the politics side of things. The General, Rex, Fives and Echo were waiting on the ramp for the Senator to arrive. Fives switched to a private channel inside his helmet so he could talk to Echo without anyone hearing.

"So, we're just escorting a Senator. That's it?" He wondered. "Yep, that's it. Boring, huh?" Echo replied. "No kidding." They stood in silence for a few more minutes, watching as their Captain struck up a conversation with the General. "Was she any good?" Fives turned his head slightly towards Echo. "What do you mean?" He asked. "How was she, last night?" Echo restated his question. Fives chuckled, "oh now you're interested."

Echo rolled his eyes under his helmet. "At least tell me what she looked like so I know who to charm when we go out next," he said. "She was stunning, the visage of royalty. Her hair was a beautiful H/C and done up all fancy, and she was wearing this dress that complimented her skin tone, and her eyes were just-"

"Evening, gentlemen. Apologizes for being late."

Fives froze. He recognized that voice, it was the same one he had heard screaming his name last night. He slowly turned his head and was met with the sight of her, Y/N. She was dressed just as beautifully as when he'd first seen her, if not more so now. The General greeted her and explained how the trip was going to go but Fives heard none of it, he was stunned dumb.

Y/N walked up the ramp into the ship, nodding to both him and Echo, her gaze lingering on him for a few seconds longer. Fives was still frozen in place, he barely registered Echo calling his name. Echo, on the other hand, had figured it was something to do with this woman. Once she had passed, Echo lowered his eyepiece and zoomed in on her neck. He knew his brother well and it looked to him that she, despite desperately trying to hide it, had some familiar marks on her neck as well. Echo wasn’t stupid.

"You have got to be kidding me," Echo said with exasperation. He looked back at his brother who had yet to move or speak. "That's her, isn't it?"

Fives swallowed, hard enough that Echo could hear him, "Yep." Echo's shoulders sagged in disappointment. "Seriously Fives!"

"What was I supposed to do, I didn't know!" He defended himself. "Fives, you had sex with a Senator, do you not realize the repercussions that could have?" Echo said.

The realization hit Fives like a kick to the chest. He cursed under this breath and tried to think up a solution. "I'll go talk to her. Maybe if I explain the situation and apologize, it'll be fine." Echo sighed and patted his brother on the back. "I hope it will."

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Fives was nervous as he walked to the Senator’s quarters. He had a feeling she knew it was him but he wasn’t sure, she’d never seen his helmet, had she? Maybe she had no clue it was him. He knocked on the door.

“Give me a second!” He heard from the other side. The door opened and revealed the breathtaking woman again. “Was there something you needed, trooper?” She asked. Fives shook himself out of his stupor, “May I come in? I need to discuss something with you.” She stepped away from the doorway, allowing him to enter. The door slid closed and Fives timidly removed his helmet.

“Senator, I need-”

“Please call me Y/N when it’s just us, Fives,” She said with a smile. He blushed and became even more nervous, she had known it was him. He fidgeted with his belt and tried to come up with a way to tell her what he needed to. He should have thought up the entire thing beforehand.

“Are you alright, Fives? You weren’t this fidget-y last time we met,” she said with genuine concern in her eyes. “That’s what I need to talk to you about,” he said.

"Should I have done something differently?" She asked, worriedly. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong-"

"No no, that's not the issue," he assured, "The issue is that it happened and now I could be in serious trouble." Her eyes widened, "Why? You didn't do anything wrong. I mean, we both enjoyed it and it was consensual so I don't understand.."

"What's wrong is that, since I'm a clone, this scenario could be twisted any which way to make me seem like a bad guy," Fives told her. "I just wanted to apologise to you and explain that when I first met you in the cantina, I had no clue you were a Senator."

She smiled fondly at him. "That's alright, Fives. That's actually why I go to smaller cantinas. I don't want anyone recognizing me, it's nice to feel normal every once in a while." Her shoulders sagged and she walked across the room to sit down on a sofa. "I just don't want you to see me as a whore because I was easy to get into bed."

Fives walked over to her, kneeling at her feet. "I could never see you that way," he consoled, "you'll always be royalty to me." He placed a hand on her knee, that got her to smile. "Thank you, Fives. So know that it's ok that you slept with me, nothing bad will come from it, I promise. Not to mention, I enjoyed it," she said with a wink.

"You'll be the death of me, beautiful," he said with a smirk. "You know where to find me if you ever get lonely, we do have quite a long journey ahead of us." The insinuations behind his words were all too clear. "I may have to take you up on that," she chuckled, "Do you think your brother might like to join? I saw him zoom in on me as I was walking away. Only if it's alright with you, of course."

Fives swallowed hard, "uh, I'll have to ask him, he's quite shy." She shrugged. "It's up to you, you have first dibs after all." Fives stood, cutting an imposing figure standing above her. "I'll come check up on you in an hour," he said, donning his helmet. "I want you naked and spread out on that bed when I come back."

#star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #arc trooper fives x reader #arc trooper fives

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bbugyu · 4 years

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no warning + xu minghao

he saw you laying there, swimming in his pillows, and suddenly he never wanted you to leave.

wc.2803 | smut, fluff, this is some real sappy shit, fuckbuddies to crushbuddies, artist/uni au, yall probably go to nyu or sumn, cursing, mentions of alcohol use, fem reader (sorry), realization of feelings mid-coitous, someone please stop me from writing more vanilla porn

suddenly just really needed to write this? idk man. based off the song sleeping in my t-shirt by zak waters! because apparently i only write fics abt boys getting turned on by their partner wearing their clothes.

"fuck, i am so not excited to walk home. it's so cold outside."

"stay, then."

you both had only just slipped your underwear on when the words came from minghao, and you watched as he settled back into his pillows and lifted an arm for you to lay under, a far cry from what had happened on those pillows less than five minutes earlier. you thought of his hand on the back of your neck, pushing you into the mattress while he fucked you silly from behind, and you decided you must still be drunk when you spotted his shirt hanging off the side of the bed, pulled it over your head, and settled into his side.

the two of you exclusively met under the cover of nightfall, but you never slept. an unspoken agreement, that the two of you used each other to relieve stress and fill a need, not for comfort or love. minghao was a man of few words. you never spoke to him much outside of quick conversations and whatever filthy shit he felt like saying while you were under him, but he seemed intelligent and kind. you met him the first time at a school run art show that you were both in. you really loved his paintings, and he made an insightful comment about the societal implications of your mixed media sculpture before you were dragging each other into a bathroom.

minghao was fun, you thought. you were compatible, probably, considering how good of a lay he was, but it had never even crossed your mind to let it go any further than that. you knew he felt the same way - minghao was someone that couldn't not be honest - happy to call upon you at 1 in the morning when he was feeling needy, or to come home with you when you ran into each other at a party, but always walking you to his apartment building's entrance or slipping out of your dorm room before either of you could even think about spending the night. he was candid. knew what he wanted. you did, too, and neither of you thought you wanted anything more than you had.

when minghao was suddenly ripped from sleep by his hangover, he winced into his palm and rolled out of bed. stumbling only once, he made his way to the bathroom to chug a glass of water and immediately take a piss. he pushed a thumb between his eyebrows to attempt to alleviate some pressure, a steadying hand landing the wall in the hall outside his bedroom.

he blinked and looked into his room, noticing the figure on his bed for the first time since waking. you were framed by the doorway, your beautiful curves barely hidden under his own shirt. the thin fabric cascaded down your skin in a way that made gravity look like an artist and you it's canvas. his cloudy brain felt clear, suddenly, and he struggled to understand why. minghao stared at your form, knowing full well that you could make his hot blood pump, but since when did you start making his heart race?

he closed his door behind him as quietly as he could. almost cautiously, minghao returned to his bed, pulling at the loose covers until they were over both of your bodies. he stared at your sleeping face for a moment, wondering if he had ever seen anything so beautiful in his life. his fingers itched for a paintbrush as he hovered over you, elbows planted on either side of your ribcage. you stirred slightly, and he shoveled a hand under your waist and pulled you into his chest, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

as you awoke, you squinted at minghao's ear, recognizing it but still slightly confused. you resigned to letting out a soft groan as his lips moved to your neck. "what's all this?"

"you stayed the night," minghao said, pulling back to let his eyes flick across your face, brushing your hair from your lips as your arms settled around his shoulders. the early morning light that peeked through his curtains made you think that it was far too soon after you had passed out to be awake again, but you thought it highlighted his features well. "you never stay the night."

you kept squinting at him, doing your best to remember the night before as your fingers carded through his hair. "you told me to."

the smile on his lips was brief, but didn't go unnoticed. he kissed down your jaw, expertly pulling a small noise of enjoyment from your lips, his fingers splaying under his shirt across your waist, feeling as much of you as he could before skating it over your ass and down your thigh. you gasped when he bit at the vein below your ear, causing your thighs to part just enough for him to slip his hand over your clothed core. you groaned again, wiggling your hips slightly as you stretched, still working through your sleepiness.

"are you not satisfied?" you joked, your voice laced with the fragments of a yawn. you felt his lips part on your neck, and you had half a mind to believe he was smiling as he slowly began rubbing you above the fabric of your underwear.

"i don't think i can ever get enough of you."

a low moan left your dry lips, and you bit at them as he teased you, gripping any part of him you could - his hair, shoulders, bicep. it took a moment, but your arousal woke soon after you. your limbs tingled in anticipation as his long, lean fingers ran across your slit, giving you less than you wanted. "minghao, please."

"shh," he brought his face to yours, planting a kiss on your lips between your whimpers. "patience."

minghao knew you. and he knew your patience was thin. even still, he enjoyed the noises that fell from you as he circled your clit, feeling the moisture gather at your perfect tight hole. swiftly, he pulled aside your panties and swirled his middle finger in your juices, pushing the prepared finger into you. you gasped, clutching him closer. "f-fuck."

he admired the way your eyebrows knit together, your eyes squeezed shut. he kissed along your neck again, making your curl your nails into the back of his neck, surely leaving crescent moon imprints as he pumped a finger into you, his palm rubbing against you in a way that made you squirm. your breath was labored, maybe still partially asleep, and you couldn't help the sustained moan that tumbled from your lips when he added his ring finger. you wondered, briefly, how a man's hand could feel as good as his. how he managed to park you right outside of an orgasm just by pumping a couple fingers into your vaguely sore pussy.

and he kissed you. it wasn't the first time, of course, your mouths had been all over each other many times before. but the way he slotted his lips against yours made you whine, thighs squeezing shakily around his wrist. he slowed his pumping slightly, working your lips into the open mouthed kisses he craved from you. you gasped into his mouth, and he curled his fingers in you, pushing skillfully against his favorite spot of yours. your eyes opened, eyebrows raised and staring at him in awe of the feeling. he watched you a moment, hair splayed across his pillow, and wondered how many times he had underappreciated this view.

"h-hao-"

he kissed you quickly. "yes?"

"please let me cum."

he looked at the clock on his bedside table. "it's only six in the morning and you wanna cum?"

you pushed a frustrated closed fist against his chest. "you started this, you better finish it."

normally, your attitude would have earned you an extra five minutes of teasing and a stinging red handprint on your ass, but minghao found your blown out pupils and your sleep riddled gaze endearing. he kissed you again, curling his fingers as he pumped into you. you let out a squeal, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders to his neck, trying to grip any amount of him as you tried to hold on through your orgasm. you trembled as his fingers slowed in you, letting him place gentle kisses all across your face. you blushed, unused to the intimacy. if you were in a less dazed state, you would have commented on it, but minghao's palm kept you quiet as it unhurriedly rubbed against your almost overstimulated nub, fingers remaining in you.

despite your release, you ground against his hand, biting at your lip again. the corner of minghao's mouth quirked upwards, pleased with your responsiveness. "do me a favor, baby."

you blinked, your hands landing on his chest as he began pumping his fingers again. "what kind?" you asked, forcing the words out instead of the whines that wanted to escape you.

"grab a rubber."

your hand immediately went to the table, feeling for the drawer handle. you peeked once to pull it open before shoving a hand into the abyss, fumbling for the familiar foil packet. minghao admired the way your chest rose and fell, the way your thighs moved slightly as he worked you up again. the way your eyes shone at him slightly when you successfully presented a condom to him. he chuckled lightly, his hand never leaving your core as he forced his boxer briefs down his hips. he pulled back until he was sitting between your legs, discarding his underwear. "you know where it goes."

your back arched at his fingers brushing against a sensitive spot before he helped you up, pulling you by the arm with his free hand, the angle of his fingers changing and pulling a wanton moan from your lips. with half lidded eyes, you ripped the shirt from your body, minghao's hand running up your side to caress a mound while you tore open the condom and rolled it down his length, hands lingering on the member as you felt your mouth water. he scissored his fingers in you before squeezing your thigh and pulling the fingers out. you watched, mouth slightly agape, as he sucked your juices off his own hand.

you hardly even registered him pulling your panties down your legs, but every part of you felt on fire as he pushed you back onto the bed, caging you in as he readied himself at your entrance.

you were gripping his jaw when his hips pushed into yours, and you moaned into his parted lips. "fuck, you feel good."

minghao would have returned the sentiment if he could think of anything to say, but his mind was blank as he sank into you, suddenly realizing that the feeling of you was much more intoxicating than any liquor he had ever had. he slipped his hands under you, lifting your bare chest to press against his, wrapping his arms around your body. you whined as he thrusted into you, his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive nub, your fingers grasping at his jaw and sinking into the hair at his nape as he groaned against your lips.

"fuck, hao-" feeling your breath, short and hot against his ear, was the only thing that made him realize his forehead had sunk to the pillow beside you. he attempted to compose himself, pulling back, pressing a hand into your hip and pushing into you slower than his previous pace. your hands stayed on his neck, and he stared down at you.

"the sun suits you," he said. and with only those four words, you realized that minghao needed more from you than your previously agreed upon arrangement. you also realized that you might need more, too. your fingers brushed aside the hair falling over his brow, and you pulled him back down to kiss you. despite the fact that he never asked, and you never responded, he knew your lips on his was a confirmation. the resounding yes you had given him was never vocalised, but he tasted it on your tongue as it fought with his, felt the electricity in your fingers as they dug into his hair and gripped at his shoulders. he knew it from the way your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him even closer to you.

you gasped when his pace quickened slightly, the familiar coil winding tightly in your gut. "minghao," you whined, pressing your head into the pillow. "right there."

he let out a delicious low groan at the way you tightened around him, his hips almost stuttering to a stop just then. his grip surely bruised your hip as he held his own end back, continuing to roll into you until you were babbling against his lips, a white hot wave washing over your body. you quaked against him, and he held your jaw steady, foreheads together, as your tight walls milked him dry.

you were panting, staring up his eyelashes against his cheek. you had always thought minghao looked intimidating, even when he was laying you out. but, in this moment, as he opened his eyes slowly, all you saw was a boy finally giving into something he wanted.

he kissed you, his lips pressing gently against yours. you let out a small noise when his lips moved, letting your head fall to the side as he worked down your neck again. you whined as he slipped out of you, desperately trying to keep your grip on one of his hands as he sat up to trash the rubber. he laced his fingers with yours, his other hand running up your torso and his lips settling on the peak of a breast.

"minghao," you warned, gripping his hand tighter. again, you could have sworn you felt him smile against your skin as he worked his way down your body. he ran his hand down your thigh, pushing it to the side to open you up. "w-what are you doing?"

"nothing," he muttered against your inner thigh, slipping his hand from yours to push your other thigh out of his way. he placed kisses on your thigh in a line, pointed directly to your core. your hands gripped at the sheets, at his hair, anything they could when he licked a stripe up your slit. you moaned, your back arching off the mattress as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders.

his tongue gently lapped at your spent pussy, and it took everything in you to not squeeze his head between your thighs every time the tip of his tongue flicked against your clit.

minghao knew your body better than anyone. he knew your weaknesses and your sensitive spots. his lips felt like worship, and his hands ran up your body like he was making sure you didn't drift away. you wrapped your fingers around one of his hands, sighing when he laced his fingers with yours. "what did i do to deserve this?"

you caught a moment of eye contact when he looked up to you, giving you a bit of reprieve from his tongue against your core. "stayed over."

a laugh fell from your lips. "is that all?"

he ran his tongue through your folds again, eyes meeting yours. "be your beautiful self."

your face burned, partially from the state he had brought you to with his mouth, and somewhat because of the words that left his lips. a moan surprised you on its way out your lips as he slipped a digit into you, curling directly into your g spot. your knuckles turned white against his as he dug a third orgasm from you, your legs shaking helplessly as he held his tongue against you.

it took you yanking on minghao's hair before he pulled away from you, and you panted with your head buried in his pillows. "c'mere."

you didn't have to ask twice. minghao licked his lips and wiped at them briefly, licking his finger clean again, then wasted no time as he crawled back up to lay with you. your arms found his shoulders easily and he wrapped his around your torso, pulling you into his chest as he settled. your heart skipped a beat when he pressed a kiss against your cheek, and you wondered what the hell you had been doing keeping him as a booty call when he could make love like that.

"do you wanna get breakfast?"

you couldn't help but laugh at the sudden question.

"later, i mean," minghao clarified. "after more sleep."

"are you asking me out, hao?"

it was his turn to laugh, his hand running down your side. "uh, yeah. i am, i guess."

you smiled, your palm resting on his jaw as you kissed him. "i'd love to."

#HAHAHA #im so sorry #hao <333333 yk #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #xu minghao imagines #xu minghao scenarios #the8 imagines #the8 scenarios #the8 smut #minghao smut #xu minghao smut #i wrote dis #hao #when will i stop using the warnings section like tags on ao3 #never probably

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hellotvshowtrash · 4 years

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Obey pt. 2

Alright here’s part two!!

WARNING: hella smut, like hella so there’s that, blood

A/N: first time ever writing smut so! Like/reblogging if you enjoyed! Also I’m posting this via mobile so the spacing between paragraphs is weird. Ahhh I’m anxious about this so I just gotta post it okay I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1.8k

Credits to gif owner

Y/N and Elijah found themselves in a booth hours later, laughing together as they got to know one another. Y/N noticed that no matter how much Elijah drank, he didn't seem to be getting as inebriated as she was. She slowed down her pace, although she was already quite drunk. She had been putting the moves on him relentlessly but they seemed to bounce off.

"There's no way you're that bad of a cook," Y/N giggled at his kitchen horror story. He laughed along with her, nodding his head.

"The scorch marks went to the ceiling," he remarked and she laughed even more. She nonchalantly placed her hand on his while laughing and his smile started to fade. "I do appreciate the gesture, Y/N, but I'm afraid I'm rather..." he trailed off as he tried to find the word for his status. Spoken for? Taken? "Emotionally unavailable," he finished.

Y/N laughed at this, "As am I." She eyed her hand on top of his still, then looked back into his eyes. They were dark, darker than she had thought they were. There was an emotion in them that she couldn't quite pinpoint. He moved his hand out from underneath hers as he gave into her advances, putting it on her thigh under the table. She flushed at this, her gaze faltering and she turned her head. 'Pull it together Y/N,' she thought to herself 'He's just another man who would hurt you in the end,' She turned her head back to him. She would be the one assuming dominance.

"Why don't you," she leaned in closer to him, her face inches from his, "take me back to your place?" Her breath was hot and laced with the scent of alcohol, but that wasn't what Elijah was focusing on. Y/N moved her lips to his ear lobe, nibbling on it, then she proceeded to move down his neck, kissing her way into his bed. From this angle, he could practically see the blood moving beneath her skin, the vein perfectly poised for him to bite into. His eyes shifted into black and he felt the urge to drink and the lust he felt for her. He moved his hand up her thigh and down in between her legs. She startled at this, not expecting him to advance so easily. She pulled away slightly and moved back up to his ear. "I'm not sure that here is the best place," she whispered, nibbling again. His fingers traced the lining of her underwear beneath her dress. Her breath hitched, and she wondered why he would give her this reaction.

It took years for Y/N to learn that men were for sex now. She used her fear and anger and twisted it into her power, she would not fear men, she would use them. But this one made a sensation creep into her stomach that she hadn't felt in too long. She moved her hand below the table as well, palming his pleasantly large bulge he was sporting. She kissed his neck more, and he moved his fingers over her underwear, just above where she wanted him. He moved suddenly, standing from the booth.

"Follow me," he looked at her and instructed and she obliged. It seemed as though he wanted more from that statement, but she just wanted him. She followed Elijah as he led her toward the back of the bar, in the direction of the restrooms. She smiled to herself. This was new. He opened the door to the single room and looked around for anyone watching, before rushing her in and locking the door behind them. He turned to face her, his back to the door. She grinned as she moved toward him, putting her hands on his chest and he grabbed onto her waist, breathing heavily.

Her heart sped as she lowered herself down, moving to unbuckle his belt. She lowered his suit pants and palmed him through his boxer briefs. He laid his head back against the door, a groan releasing from his lips. She slipped her hand up his trousers, her fingertips dancing on the base of his hard penis. He hissed lightly as her fingers grazed along the soft skin. She finally tore the fabric down, revealing his rather large member. She bit her lip as she looked up at him, locking eyes. She moved her hand around the base of him, gently pumping and rotating and he closed his eyes again, his breath escaping from his throat. Still keeping her eyes on his face, she took him in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue over the pink, swollen head of his cock. She progressively took him in more and more, speeding up her pumping hand matched with the bobbing of her head. Elijah's hands found her head and she moved her eyes up again, meeting his as he looked down at her hungrily.

"You are exquisite," he growled. He bunched her hair in his fist, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his cock. His hips started to twitch as he wanted to thrust, to feel the back of her throat, he wanted her to take all of him. As if they had the same thought, she took him in all at once, burying him deep in the back of her throat and he let out a loud groan, tightening his grip on her hair. Suddenly, he pulled her up and they were at the bathroom sink. He must have pulled her there quickly, she didn't seem to realize she had walked over with him.

He bent her over the countertop of the sink, pulling her dress up and over her perfectly round ass. Her underwear was a mere thong and he wrapped his index finger around it, snapping it away. She gasped in surprise, fully enjoying being bent over right in front of the mirror. She could see the way he admired her body and she smiled to herself. 'Worship me,' she thought to herself. She watched his face as Elijah inserted one of his long fingers into her wet folds. She moaned lightly as he started pumping in and out. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling, she was having too much fun watching him focus on pleasuring her. He licked his lips as added another finger and she moaned more, and he responded in kind, quickening his pace.

He knelt in front of her, and she could feel his warm breath on her wetness. It made her shiver with desire. His tongue flicked in and out of her quickly, drinking her in. He used his thumbs to pull and gain better access to her. He moved down to her clit and she gasped and moaned in delight. She moved her hips gently as he licked and sucked on her clit, and he moaned into her lightly, sending vibrations up her spine. She moved a hand back to tangle her fingers in his dark hair. He moved her legs apart slightly more, and he dove deeper, fucking her with his tongue and making circles around her clit. Her legs began to shake as she held herself up on her tiptoes, moving her hips in sync with him.

"I want you," she moaned, finally closing her eyes. Elijah pulled himself up and adjusted his cock to meet her entrance. She felt him there, hovering over her.

"Is this what you want?" He asked. Before she could respond, she moved her hips back and took him in before he could thrust. They moaned in unison, Elijah's out of pure surprise and enjoyment, hers from bliss. She began to move her hips faster. She lifted herself up on her elbows, looking into the mirror again as she fucked him. His hands grasped at her waist, helping her move rhythmically. His eyes met hers in the mirror and they seemed darker even still than she remembered. He grabbed her hair, pulling her upright as he seized control. He pushed her leg up onto the counter to gain better access into her. He wrapped his free arm around her torso, groping her breast over her dress as he started thrusting into her, hard.

Her jaw dropped as he thrust, his body molding into hers, her moaning becoming a constant, high "Fuck." Her own hand dropped to her clit and she massaged as he moved and she could hear him growl in her ear as he watched her in the mirror. She threw her other arm up and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her still. She let her eyes close as he started to kiss her neck as his thrusting came faster, both of them close to their limits.

She felt him nibble and then bite down on her neck, it was painful for a moment but soon euphoria took over her as she reached her orgasm. They both pushed over the edge together, his cum filling her deeply, hers dripping out onto the floor beneath them. She ground her hips onto him more as they both came, riding her ecstasy as long as she could. Elijah kept his mouth at her neck as he kissed and bit more, slowly coming down from the high. He released her leg and held onto her waist, making sure she could stand properly on her own.

Breathing heavily, she met his eyes in the mirror, "oh, my god," she said, a smile on her lips. She felt wetness on her neck and saw a trickle of blood drip down and her eyes widened.

"I apologize, I got carried away," Elijah said sheepishly while redressing. She moved her hand to her neck and looked at the blood on her fingertips. Her eyes moved back to his quizzically. She nodded slowly and grabbed a paper towel, cleaning herself. Her eyes moved to him occasionally while she did, watching him. He fixed his hair and adjusted his tie as he waited patiently for her while she made herself presentable again, and held the door open for her when they were ready to leave.

"A true gentleman," she muttered. She was much more exhausted than she had expected she would be. She swayed slightly through the crowd around the bar, not noticing the looks from people within proximity of the bathroom. Elijah nodded awkwardly at the people around as they passed by, realizing just how loud they had been. She made her way to the exit, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep. Y/N locked eyes with Sophie at the bar and grinned wickedly at the look of disbelief on her face. 'He's not interested' rang in the back of Y/N's head as she turned back to look at Elijah. She blew him a kiss and walked out the door of the bar.

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reddie-fangirl24 · 3 years

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Could you do “relax” for reddie? (Just a request)

NOTE: This is based on an episode of Friends.

Warning: Slight NSFW.

“So, you see, I wanted to get you a stripper for your party, but Bill didn’t realize that the ad was for that hooker! I swear that I had no idea! Once I found out -”

Richie pulled him onto the couch and relaxed his soon-to-be husband. “I understand, love.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Eddie started to calm down. He was also comforted just by Richie’s beautiful blue eyes. Wrapping their arms around each other in a soothing hug, their worries evaporated.

“Do you think it was a dumb idea to have separate bachelor parties?” Richie asked, catching the scent of the shampoo Eddie used. He loved that smell.

“Oh, thank God you agree!” Eddie laughed. His hand slid down Richie’s leg. “It wasn’t the same without you!”

Richie hummed. Eddie was wearing his favorite shirt tonight. The one that showed off his pecs. The first time they ever got undressed he was so surprised when Eddie confessed that he never felt attractive. He was the most gorgeous man alive.

“The way you stood up to that hooker was hot,” Richie told him, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist. He ever sneaked his hand up his shirt to feel his soft skin.

Their lips met in a romantic kiss, tongues swirling. That was when Eddie hatched an idea.

“You know what, Tozier?” Eddie remarked, holding Richie’s face. “I promised you a stripper at your bachelor party, so you know what?” He stood up on the coffee table, a very un-Eddie-Kaspbrak-like thing to do. “YOU’RE GETTING A STRIPPER!”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t have any snacks!” Richie chanted.

Eddie dipped to his socks. “You’ll have one in a minute.”

“Can you make it a second?”

Eddie threw off his socks, making them fling across the room. He danced sexily as he slowly removed his t-shirt, letting it reveal every part of his body. Teasing Richie was the best part. The scar didn’t even cross their minds. Because Richie admired it so much, Eddie learned to love it. It was his strong anyway.

“Ready, Tozier?” Eddie asked, as pulled at his belt.

“Less talk. You’re taking too long to do the best part,” Richie teased, enjoying the show.

“Oh, this isn’t?” Eddie indicated, flexing his top half.

“You’re sexy and you know it!”

“Start singing that song and I am stopping!” Eddie warned.

“What’s your beef with that song?”

“Do you want me to continue or not?”

“Will you make me pay once it’s time for the pole?”

“Fuck you!” Eddie flipped him off.

“Oh, that’s sexy!”

Eddie unbuttoned his jeans and tore them off. Wow, he was in his boxers, standing on the coffee table, in front of his soon-to-be husband. This felt so good!

“Ready for the finale?” Eddie asked, grabbing his briefs.

“Take ‘em off!” Richie chanted.

Richie shouted and barked once Eddie stood posing and dancing naked on their table. Carried away, Eddie had no idea he was near the edge. He tripped, landing right in Richie’s arms on the couch.

“Well, my wish came true. How’d you know I wanted a sexy naked guy in my arms?” Richie’s hands dipped south, much to Eddie’s pleasure. He kissed his soft lips.

“You’d better me next,” Eddie beckoned.

Richie got on the coffee table. “This show is going to be wild.”

Now this was a bachelor party.

#Reddie #Friends #Reddie fanfiction #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #It Chapter 2 #Friends Crossover #it movie

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lemonpeter · 4 years

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Day 6 - Dry Humping (Peter/Tony)

Sorry this one is getting out a bit late today! As I mentioned with my post yesterday, I decided to totally restart this one because I wasn’t satisfied with it at first. So I had to finish it. Now....I hope you enjoy 🧡

Warnings: age difference, college aged Peter, Tony calling Peter ‘kid’, dry humping, sort of power bottom!Tony, very nff but do I need to say that it’s kinktober

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God, Tony Stark’s ass.

Peter knew fully well that he was supposed to be focusing on other things. Like his homework he had come to the lab for. Or his suit, which had quickly become Mr. Stark’s priority. Or maybe he could focus on the fact that it was wildly inappropriate for him to be nearly drooling over his mentor’s ass.

But he couldn’t focus on anything other than how absolutely perfect it was.

Framed perfectly by tight jeans, every curve shown off through the thick material, Peter couldn’t help but stare.

He was lucky that he didn’t get caught. Every time Mr. Stark started looking his way, he looked to something else.

He couldn’t get caught. That would be beyond embarrassing. And he would probably be kicked out of the lab forever. Tony would never let him come back. So he kept his thirsty thoughts and wandering eyes to where he wouldn’t be noticed. It was safer that way.

———

Tony noticed. Of course he did. Peter wasn’t sly. He wasn’t careful. Tony could feel the younger man’s eyes on him.

He knew the kid was watching him. And kept eyeing his backside. Was he bothered? Absolutely not.

And he decided to have a bit of fun with him, even.

He sort of arched his back, ass popping out more than it already did. Then he leaned down against the table where he was working on Peter’s suit. His elbows were braced against the table, leaving him in a stretched out position.

He bit his lip to keep from grinning at the soft noise he heard come from Peter. A person didn’t need heightened senses or superpowers to figure out that the kid was turned on.

“Peter,” he said suddenly. “So, how’s school going? Do I sound old? All I know to ask you about is school.” He hummed, ignoring that Peter hadn’t answered at all. “Maybe not school. I’m sure you’re doing great at that...don’t even make me say it.”

Peter cracked a small smile even though his cheeks were flaming red with the sudden conversation that tore him from his thoughts. “It’s just ESU, Mr. Stark. You can say it. It’s just three letters. Like MIT.”

“Don’t even dare to compare the two,” Tony said dramatically. “But yes. That. Im sure you’re doing great.” He stretched out more, pretending to stretch his back. “Sorry. Getting older is hard, kid, I feel like my back is always tense.” He grinned. “You ever get that problem?”

The younger man shook his head a little. “No, sir. I don’t. Unless I just got done with a twelve hour patrol or something. And I don’t do that much.”

Tony hummed. “Unfair. But I guess it makes sense.” He sat up suddenly. “Actually, would you mind rubbing my back real quick? Take some pity on an old man. I’ve been leaning over this table for forever and it’s hell on my spine.”

Peter blinked quickly, looking at him. His brain couldn’t seem to keep up, not taking in anything he was just asked. But that could have been due to how much Mr. Stark had said in such a short amount of time. “Sir?”

“A backrub, Parker. Please. It seems like fair payment for working on your suit, which is why my back hurts.”

“I thought you said your back hurts because you’re old,” Peter mumbled playfully, moving behind his mentor slowly.

Tony laughed. “Oh hush. That’s the one time you decide to listen to me? Step to it, underoos, we need to keep working on this suit so you can go home soon. But I’m not lifting another finger until-“

Peter moved his hands to Tony’s shoulders shyly, cheeks flushed.

“That’s a little high, kid. Unless you need a lesson in basic human anatomy, I think you know where a back is.”

Peter did know anatomy. Which was the issue. Because the back is very very close to the plump flesh that he had been eyeing for the better part of two hours. But his hands slowly dropped, resting on Tony’s back.

“Good.” Tony had been mildly worried that he misread the whole situation. Of course, he hadn’t. “Now, don’t be too gentle, okay? I can handle it. I like it rough.”

That phrase shot straight through Peter, blood quickly surging to his already half-hard dick. Fuck.

“O-okay,” he stuttered, thumbs gently moving to dig into the tight muscle.

Tony relaxed into the touch, smirking to himself when he was absolutely sure that Peter couldn’t see him. He groaned softly at a specific dig of the young man’s thumb into his back. He had meant to have a few well placed noises to get Peter’s attention, maybe get him thinking a little more, but that one had been completely unintentional.

Peter froze at the noise, biting his lip. “Everything okay?” He asked timidly, trying to press his legs together where he was standing. He was so hard, balls thrumming in time with his heartbeat. Some sort of friction or relief was needed. Of course, he couldn’t get much without touching himself and there was no way that he could do that yet.

“All good, Pete,” Tony breathed, pressing back into the touch more. “Don’t worry. That was nice. Keep going.”

The young man nodded slowly, sucking his bottom lip under his teeth and chewing it as he tried to focus. What they were doing was completely innocent. He was thinking wrong and needed to get his mind out of the gutter.

Then Tony was making more noise, the sound that left him barely something other than an outright moan.

Peter shivered, his entire body trembling for a second. He didn’t even realize how he began gravitating closer to Tony again. His hips were only a couple inches from his mentor, the soft swell of his bulge at the front of his jeans almost touching the very place he had been fantasizing about.

And Tony was running low on patience. But wasn’t he always? He arched his back again, leaning back against the table. Which pushed his ass right against the hard-on of the man behind him.

Peter had to quickly bite back a groan at the contact, hands pulling away like Tony had burned him. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he stuttered, face burning. He slowly pulled away. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry. You were just wanting me to do this innocent thing and-“

“Hold it right there, Parker,” Tony said lazily, hips swaying slightly. “I’ve known exactly what was going on the entire time. I’ve got a hold on this situation.” He paused for nothing more than the drama. “And I want this.”

There was silence for a moment, which was a real feat given the two people in the room.

Then Peter cleared his throat, slowly moving into the position he had been in before. But he placed his hands on Tony’s hips instead. “So this is okay?”

Tony pressed back a little, smirking when he felt the obvious bulge against him. “Get those jeans out of the way and it will be. And actually-“

He stood up straight one more time, undoing his own and pushing them down to his thighs. The action left him in tight briefs that showcased his assets even better than the pants had. “There. Much better.” He cupped his own cock through the front of the thin fabric, humming in a satisfied way before bending over again. “Now I’m ready.”

Peter stared at him, brain seemingly short circuiting. “You...huh?”

“Peter Parker you’ve been staring at me the entire time we’ve been here. And I’ve caught it before too. Usually I’d question your judgement, but I’m too worked up now to do anything but let you faux fuck me into this table. Got it?”

“Got it,” he said meekly, blush still burning from his ears to his chest. But it was a miracle he could manage the excess blood in his face at all with how hard he was. He awkwardly unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off quickly, erection straining against his loose boxers.

Tony wiggled a little, trying to be enticing. He grinned when he felt strong hands on his hips again and a huge cock against his ass. “That’s it. Now have at it, honey.”

That was all the further encouragement Peter needed.

He started thrusting quickly, cock fitting perfectly between the cheeks of Tony’s ass even through the two layers of fabric. He groaned at the sight, fighting to keep himself from blowing his load right then.

The older man hummed, helpfully pressing back and grinding against the heavy length. “That’s it,” he praised gently. “I know you’ve been wanting this. I saw how you stared at me. Just couldn’t help your dirty feelings, could you, Pete? How long have you wanted this?”

Peter whined softly, not wanting to answer. Then he slowly started talking as he kept his hips moving at an even pace. “I-I’ve wanted this a long...long time. Too long. Since before I even knew you,” he admitted shyly, breathing hard.

He was embarrassingly close already, balls drawing up tightly as he kept moving and thought about how he was finally getting something - someone - he’d wanted for so long.

Tony hummed, pleased. “I know, baby. You just couldn’t help yourself. Have you touched yourself? Thinking about me?” His tone was teasing, but he obviously wanted an answer.

“Every time,” Peter choked out.

Tony moaned at that, rewarding the answer with a hard grind back. “You’re perfect...such a good boy. Aren’t you, Peter, you want to be my good boy?”

Peter whined softly, the previously swift and even movement of his hips getting rough and choppy. “Wanna be your good boy,” he answered obediently. His cock twitched at the admission, due to how hot he found the words and how close he was to his end.

“I know you do,” his mentor cooed, rubbing against the younger man in a way that made his toes curl with pleasure. Tony knew that he wouldn’t be able to get off from the action, but he was okay with just making Peter cum. That was all he needed for the moment.

Then he got an idea. “Take out your cock, kid.”

Peter moaned loudly. He couldn’t tell if it was because of the command or the highly inappropriate nickname for the occasion. “W-why?”

“I want you to cum on my ass,” Tony stated like it was a well known fact. “So do what I said, Peter. I know you want to.”

Peter nodded quickly, halting his movement to push his boxers down. Then he took his cock in one hand, free hand moving from its place on Tony’s hip to gently cup his balls. He whimpered softly, hips thrusting to fuck into his fist.

“Now cum, Peter,” Tony ordered. He didn’t know that it would work, he told himself that he wouldn’t be disappointed if it didn’t. It wasn’t like they had trained or anything for the young man to be able to finish on command.

But of course, as absolutely perfect as he was, he did.

His cock twitched almost violently in his hand just before his orgasm hit. The first spurt of his cum shot straight onto Tony’s back and he realized in the midst of his high that some more aim was needed. So he aimed himself better, slowly stroking himself through the high as more of the warm cum spurted onto the desired area, soaking Tony’s briefs and making them nearly translucent as they clung to his skin.

Once he rode out the high Peter slowly took his hands off of himself, panting quietly. He looked over the sight of his mentor, biting his lip. “Woah...”

“You’re like a fucking firehose,” Tony mumbled, turning to try and look. “I couldn’t see it unfortunately, but I could feel....jesus, you made a mess of me.” He grinned, looking at the other man. “I wish I could have watched. But you did so good,” he praised again, standing up straight and turning to face him.

Peter watched him, shyly pulling his boxers back up to hide his softening cock. “I did?”

“So good. So good that...” Tony hummed, tapping a finger to his chin. “You’re free tomorrow, right?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, sir. So yes.”

“Perfect!” He clapped his hands together, ignoring the way that the wet fabric clinging to him was started to bother him. “You’ll come over tomorrow. Because I need more of this. And as good as it was, it wasn’t quite...” he gestured to the remaining tent in his underwear. “Fulfilling for both of us, hmm?”

“Who...who said we had to wait ‘til tomorrow?” Peter offered suddenly, eyes not leaving the bulge.

Tony chuckled, watching him. “Oh, I think I like where your mind is going. Better just spend the night tonight. Let’s claim it’s for research purposes.”

“Research purposes.”

It was going to be a long night.

#bri speaks #starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #nff starker #nff #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Birthday Boy - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,764

POV: Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

Notes: Just a little something for our Birthday Boy!!!!

In your four years of being with Sidney, just shy of two of those being his wife, this day was always the hardest; his birthday. What did you buy the man that literally could have anything he wanted? It wasn’t like he needed a new watch, as he was pretty consistent in the one that he wore all the time. You’d got him new cuff links at Christmas as he’d lost one of his favorite ones during a road trip; only to have it turn up the day after New Year’s, though he still wore the new set you got him. This year you were pretty confident that you’d gotten him a unique and different gift though, getting him a signed copy of his favorite book. It’d been hard to track down but you were excited when it came in. Hiding it as you came up to Cole Harbour was another story.

He never looked in your suitcases, yet there he was the night before you left searching for one of his sweatshirts, he swore you had. Never mind the fact that you actually did have that article of clothing. Thankfully though, you’d intercepted him and pulled out the garment right before he found it. Now here you were at the summer house, surrounded by your family and friends to celebrate the man you loved turning another year older. Everyone was gathered on the deck, as you brought out the cake to sing ‘Happy Birthday.’ He pulled you down to his lap as everyone sang, and you pecked him on the cheek as it ended. “Make a wish, babe.”

“I have everything I ever needed right here.” A cute little blush stained your cheeks even after two years of marriage. He blew the candles out, then you took over the cutting and distribution with Taylor as Trina brought over his gifts. Sid always insisted he didn’t need anything and most of the gifts were just fun little things to make him smile like his mom always buying him his favorite socks, though she insisted that she was going to let you take that over some year. He always saved your gift for last, as you stood beside his chair watching him. “Hmm, too heavy to be more socks.” He said with a little laugh.

“You can guess all you want, but you’re never getting this one right,” you chirped him back and he just tore the wrapping paper off.

His face lit up instantaneously, as he looked at the limited-edition book. When he opened the jacket cover, his mouth fell open. “Baby, how did you…where did you? This is amazing.” He got out of his chair and quickly captured your lips in a searing kiss. “Thank you.” He finally breathed out, and his hand went over the cover with such reverence.

“You’re so welcome, now who needs something more to drink?” The party restarted and lasted longer than you expected. You and Sid, stood at the door waving Nate and his girlfriend goodbye when you finally got the chance to ask him about his gift. “So you really like the book then? I was so worried that you’d found when we were in Pittsburgh.”

“I was completely surprised, though I do kind of miss my other birthday gift.” Every year you always sweetened his gift with a sexy little number that was a private gift to him, but with the party this year, you hadn’t gotten the chance to yet to celebrate like you both wanted.

“Oh, well why don’t you lock up the house and I’ll meet you in the bedroom for that part of your gift.” His tongue snuck out to lick his lips, the action sending a thrill down to your core. You kissed him, quickly before heading upstairs, grabbing the sexy lingerie you’d picked out especially for this day. It was a two-piece black lace little number, unique in design. The sleeves were long, which were unusual for lingerie, but it tied right at your breasts and you liked the idea that he could literally unwrap you as a part of his gift. The thong matched the lace of the bra top and tied on the sides as well. It took no time to put the number on and by the time Sid came in the bedroom, you were already laid out on the bed waiting for him. “Happy Birthday, my love.”

A low whistle escaped his lips as he drank in the sight of you sprawled out for him. “Happy Birthday to me.” He was on the bed over top of you before you could blink. “I like this. You’re like my own lil present, eh?”

A soft giggle left your lips. “That’s exactly why I bought this one.”

“Perfect choice,” and then his lips were on yours, his tongue swirling with yours, as his lower body pressed into you. You moaned as you felt his hard cock rub against you, and you couldn’t help but think that this was definitely a gift that you both could enjoy. Gathering his shirt in your hands you lifted it off his body and over his head, before letting it fall off the bed.

You pushed at his chest, and he pulled back. “Lie back,” you told him and he rolled onto his side of the mattress, while you crawled over the top of him, kissing first his lips then moving down his chest. When you got to his waistband, you gripped it with your teeth and heard him suck in a breath. Your hands made quick work of ridding him of his shorts and boxer briefs, and you kissed and licked him all the way up his calves and thighs. His hands threaded threw your hair as you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. It twitched under your touch and you looked up at your husband from under hooded lashes, to see the grin on his face before taking the head between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the head, then slowly took his length into your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he hissed out. Your hand curled around what part you couldn’t take in and worked both your mouth and hand up and down his shaft. “Your mouth feels so good,” he praised and you worked a little faster before popping it out of your mouth and working your way down to his balls. Gently, you squeezed them before sucking on them. “Jesus,” he whispered harshly into the empty room. His hands feathered through your locks, urging you back on his shaft. This time you swallowed him right away, pressing your tongue along the underside, while you hummed back in your throat. “Damnit, babe.” The next thing you knew he was pulling you off of him and you were on your back, Sid looming over you. “You’re gonna make me explode if you kept that up and I haven’t even unwrapped my gift yet.”

“Oh well by all means,” you offered as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“God I love you.” He breathed out, then kissed you hard on the mouth. He trailed kisses down your collarbone, working his way to the bow that was nestled between your breasts. He grabbed one tie between his teeth and pulled. Luckily, you had it tied that one pull, and your breasts would be on display for him. “So beautiful.” He pushed one sleeve off, then the other, before taking your breast in his mouth; swirling his tongue around your nipple. You arched into his mouth, and his strong arms came down to hold your hips still. “Easy babe, this is my present and I want to take my time opening it.” He moved to the other breast giving it the same attention. You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips and you squirmed underneath him, wanting more.

Sensing your need, his fingers stole down to rub clit which was still covered with lace. His fingers danced along your cloth-covered folds and you could feel yourself growing damper in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, he untied the sides of your panties, and he grabbed the front pulling them off you. “Mmm, I love how wet you get.” Two of his finger, curled inside you, stroking in and out of you pussy.

“Please Sid…I need you.” You whined.

“I need you too (Y/N).” He pulled out his fingers and you whimpered at the loss. It wasn’t long before he lined himself up and pushed into your entrance easily, both of you moaning at the feeling. He was buried deep inside you before he captured your lips and started to move. After four years together, it still amazed you how badly you wanted each other. One leg wrapped around his waist as your hips rose up to meet each thrust. Sweat dripped off both of you as you moved at a feverish pace. Soon a familiar tingle started to make its way from somewhere deep within your body. “That’s it babe, cum for me.” Your legs trembled as your climax tore through your body and you moan out Sid’s name. He thrusts a few times then followed you, spilling inside you, before collapsing on top of you. You held him tightly to you, loving the feel of his body on top of yours.

He only ever stayed a few moments like that, but you treasured them when he did, running your hands up and down his spine. Eventually, he rolled to his side, cock still buried inside you. “Did you have a good birthday my love?”

“The best.” He breathed out, dropping a kiss to your nose and lips.

“So what did my birthday boy wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

“Really Sid, we’re going to carry the superstitions to birthdays now?” You teased, feeling his cock soften inside you. You started to pull away, but he held you tight to him.

“Well, I suppose I should let you in on.” You gave him a questioning look. “I wished for a baby.” You blinked rapidly at his words. The two of you had talked about it the last month or so, and decided to try but with no luck.

“Well, today’s always been your lucky number.” You realized then why he kept his cock buried in you.

“Let’s hope so.” As luck would have it, Sid’s wish came true as you found out five weeks later you were pregnant, the doctor basically saying that his birthday was the day you conceived.

#Sidney Crosby #sidney crosby imagine #Sidney Crosby Imagines #Sidney Crosby Smut #Pittsburgh Penguins fanfiction #Pittsburgh Penguins imagine #Pittsburgh Penguins imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl smut #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction

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mamashitty · 4 years

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I don't want to sleep in case you have to call

My fic for @jackzimmermannturns30! It has been a bit since I last wrote some Zimbits, so I feel a little rusty. Hope y’all enjoy it!

Fic: I don't want to sleep in case you have to call Relationship: Eric “Bitty” Bittle/Jack Zimmermann Rating: General Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Jack had had sleepovers growing up. He had pointed that out to Shitty when his friend suggested this one. He had billeted with families in the past and he had lived in a frat house with Shitty for years! But Shitty had pointed out that living with other families, and then living in the hockey haus did not count.

“Brah, you are supposed to wear masks like this during a sleepover!” Shitty explained as he slathered more goo on his face, mustache and all. Jack tried to prevent the grin that was slowly crossing his face as he took in the sight of his friend, a friend whose face was now completely covered in goo, and failed miserably. Shitty held the container that held the goo out towards Jack, and from what Jack could tell from beneath all that green gunk, there was a pout and puppy dog eyes aimed at him.

“Fine! Okay! But, remember this sleepover is for my birthday, Shits. Don’t I get any say in what we do?” Jack asked, reaching for the container that held the gunk. Shitty gently smacked his hand away.

“Allow me to do the honors, beautiful birthday boy. And yes, you do get some say. But you have never had a proper fucking sleepover before. We are going to do this right. Pillow fight included,” Shitty explained, and then he began to slather green stuff on Jack’s face, and it was cool to the touch and smelled better than it looked.

Jack had had sleepovers growing up. He had pointed that out to Shitty when his friend suggested this one. He had billeted with families in the past and he had lived in a frat house with Shitty for years! But Shitty had pointed out that living with other families, and then living in the hockey haus did not count.

Jack also had to admit that he had missed sleeping with Shitty in the room nearest him. He missed waking up to find a hungover and mostly naked Shitty spooning him. They had both graduated back in May, and Jack had not fought too hard when Shitty suggested the sleepover. It would be a small thing. Just Shitty, Lardo, and one of Lardo’s new friends. Jack could do this.

You only turn 25 once, right?

“How long do we keep this stuff on for, Shitty?” Jack asked once Shitty finished and sat back.

“Like twenty or so minutes, brah,” Shitty said, and he wandered into Jack’s kitchen to set the timer on the oven.

Jack had been about to say something when his door opened and in walked Lardo, juggling what looked like a box of art supplies. Following closely behind her was a blonde man in the shortest pair of red shorts that Jack had ever seen. He quickly tore his gaze away from the man’s thighs, hoping no one noticed. Lardo was busy with her box of art supplies and calling for Shitty. The man with the shorts, Jack now noticed had a few pie containers in his hands.

“Lardo! Bitty!” Shitty exclaimed as he bounded out of the kitchen and instantly helped Lardo with her burden. Jack, realizing he ought to do something, moved to help the blonde man.

“Oh! You must be the birthday boy,” the man said as Jack took a pie from him. His voice was sweet like honey with a southern accent.

Suddenly, Jack was grateful for the green goo on his face. It definitely helped hide the red that blossomed on his cheeks.

“Euh, yeah. I’m Jack,” Jack introduced himself and awkwardly stuck a hand out.

“Eric, but most people call me Bitty.” He said, taking his hand. Jack felt some callouses as they shook hands.

“Bitty bakes the best fucking pies in the universe, Jack.” Shitty gushed.

“Oh,” Jack said, feeling dumbstruck.

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It was midnight and Jack’s phone vibrated on his bedside table. He found himself grinning as he reached over to grab his phone. He knew who it was before he even looked at his phone.

Bitty: Happy birthday, Jack! :) :)

Jack: Thanks, Bits.

Bitty: I’m really bummed that I can’t make it tomorrow :(

Jack: It’s okay. You can miss one sleepover. Shitty won’t cry too hard about it.

Bitty: But you only turn thirty once! And our friendship only turns five once.

Jack: I know, and we will make it up. You can’t miss this opportunity, Bittle. Speaking of which, you should get to bed.

Jack: Put away whatever pie you are baking and get some sleep.

Bitty: I just wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday!

Bitty: And my pie is almost done.

Jack: You were the first.

Jack: Promise me you will get to sleep soon?

Bitty: I promise.

Jack: Goodnight, bud.

Bitty: Night! :)

If Jack reread that brief exchange of messages a few times, with a smile on his face, it really meant nothing. Over the past five years, Bitty had become one of Jack’s best friends. Only rivaled by Shitty and Lardo. Sure, he was disappointed that Bitty had to miss the sleepover tomorrow night but he knew they could celebrate together another day. Opportunities like the one Bitty had tomorrow did not come by very often.

Jack’s heart ached a little at missing his friend, but he was used to that ache when it came to Bittle.

With a sigh, he set his phone back down on the table, and then closed his eyes to get some sleep.

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Jack’s face, clean of green goo, was now being pummelled with pillows from all sides. Shitty had suggested they start the pillow fight in Jack’s room, preferably on his bed, but Jack had put his foot down. Instead, they were in his living room, anything that could be broken had been safely placed out of pillow-thwapping distance.

Except for Jack’s face. That apparently was fair game.

Shitty had shed most of his clothes save for his boxers by this point. Everyone else was in pajamas and Jack really tried not to notice the shorts to Eric’s pajamas. Noticing that was what had led to his being hit by three different pillows at the same time.

He broke away from the fray and managed to whap Shitty upside the head.

“PENALTY SHOT!” Shitty shouted and Jack hoped his neighbors would not complain about the noise level.

“You just hit me in the head!” Jack pointed out.

“Yeah, well--...” but whatever Shitty was about to say was cut short by the sound of music playing loudly from Bitty’s phone. Bitty let out an excited little squeak, and dropped his pillow before scampering to pick up his phone.

“It is John, let me take this.” His cheeks were flushed and Jack wondered if it was from the exertion of the pillow fight or the man calling him. He watched as Eric walked down the hall towards the guest room.

“Who is John?” Jack asked just as Lardo hit him in the back of the head with a pillow.

“His boyfriend. They are long-distance,” Lardo explained, and then she was squealing as Shitty tackled her onto the couch.

“PENALTY!” She shouted while Jack tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment in his gut over Eric having a boyfriend.

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“I can’t move,” Shitty groaned as he threw himself bodily onto Jack and the couch. Jack grunted but made no effort to shove the mustachioed man off of him. He missed Shitty cuddles. Adulthood was a strange beast. Hockey season always kept Jack busy and even in the off-season he had a lot going on with events and staying in shape. Shitty was busy and being a lawyer meant he had no real off-season.

“Aw, my heart.” Lardo had her phone out and Jack knew she was snapping a picture. “Bitty will love this.”

“I miss Bitty,” Shitty said, hugging Jack even tighter.

“Didn’t you just see him the other day?” Jack teased, even though he himself missed Bitty too.

Ever since his twenty-fifth birthday, it had become a thing for Bitty, Lardo, and Shitty to sleepover at Jack’s apartment on his birthday night. They would eat too much food, have pillow fights, try new facial masks, and fall asleep to bad horror movies. They always made time for it, and Jack really was disappointed that Bitty had had the out of town gig. But, they had managed to do this four years in a row without anyone missing, it was a good record, especially for busy adults. They could start afresh next year.

Jack disentangled himself from Shitty’s embrace to make room for Lardo, but she surprised him by plopping down on the chair nearest the couch. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I get Shits cuddles all the time. Enjoy,” she said, with a shrug.

“Jaaaaaack come back to me,” Shitty whined, and Jack rolled his eyes before settling back into a more comfortable position with his best friend. Lardo had the remote and she began flipping through the channels.

“Have you heard from Bitty yet?” Jack asked as he lazily began to play with Shitty’s hair. He was pretty sure that he heard a purr come from his friend. He also idly wondered what product Shitty was using in his hair these days. It felt nice.

“Nothing,” Lardo and Shits said at the same time.

“You both are getting too insync with one another,” Jack pointed out with a laugh.

He tried not to worry too much about no one hearing from Eric most of the evening. He was probably exhausted after his day at work. He was just used to receiving more text messages from him. It was part of their routine. Eric sending him messages when he should be working, and Jack chirping him about it. He could feel that familiar ache in his heart when he thought of his friend.

Jack had always had something of a crush on the blonde from the first moment he saw him. Sometimes, Jack felt like the feelings he had for Eric were returned. But, they were a bit like ships passing in the night. One of them always seemed to have a partner. Jack had been single for over a year by this point, his last breakup happening just before his twenty-ninth birthday and Eric had been single for about six or so months. And Jack… well, he felt like their chirping these days was borderline more flirting than anything else.

And some large part of him had been hoping that he would be on this couch with Bitty tonight instead of Shitty, no offense. But, alas, it was not meant to be this year and Jack knew he had to get his head out of his ass. And focus on enjoying the time he had with Lardo and Shits. It was still special and maybe confessing his feelings towards Eric would be better done on a different day.

Lardo had finally settled on a movie and it was not long before Jack heard Shitty snoring.

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It was quiet. Lardo and Shitty had fallen asleep curled up around each other on the couch. Jack had looked over at Eric, and through some silent agreement, they both stood up and went out to Jack’s balcony. The humidity from the day had died down some, and it was not so stifling hot out. Eric was seated on a chair across from Jack, nursing a cold glass of water.

“How did you meet Lardo?” Jack asked, his voice sounding almost too loud in the quiet air.

“We met at my job, actually. I work at the bakery near Samwell. I go to Samwell,” Eric said, looking a little shy all of a sudden. “I actually tried out for your hockey team, but didn’t make it. I was not sure how I was going to pay for Samwell because out of state tuition is expensive, but Mama, Coach, and Moomaw surprised me and scraped together what money they could. Loans are helping out of course, and my job…”

Eric continued to talk and Jack found himself wondering how nice it might have been if Eric had been on the hockey team. He looked like he might be speedy on the ice. He also looked like he kept in shape still, and Jack wondered about his workout routine for a moment. Wondered too about his diet given the fact he worked at a bakery and seemed to enjoy baking pies on his free time as well (and his pie really had been the fucking best in the universe).

“It’s a bummer you didn’t make the team,” Jack blurted out once Eric had finished talking.

Even in the dark Jack thought he could make out a flush on Eric’s cheeks, or maybe he was just reading embarrassment in the other man’s body language.

“Oh well, aren’t you sweet? No, it is probably for the best that I didn’t make it. I’ve seen some of your games, and Lord do you boys hit hard. I’m not the greatest with contact.” Eric said, waving his hand. “But, I did find a rec league, so I do get some ice time still.”

A rec league? Then maybe there was still a chance that Jack could see Eric playing hockey after all.

“Tell me about your team?” Jack asked, and Eric looked at him.

“Are you sure? It might get boring for you.”

“No, tell me. Please?” Jack said, and he found himself attempting to give puppy dog eyes like Shitty had done on him earlier. Eric laughed, and it sounded like music to Jack’s ears. He had to remind himself not to get so gone on the other man. He had to remember the name John was attached to a real person and that person was attached to Eric.

Eric filled the silent night with stories of his hockey team, and his co-workers from the bakery. Jack surprised himself by readily filling in any gaps in Eric’s talking with stories of his own. He could not remember the last time feeling so comfortable when meeting a new person. He enjoyed the way their conversation flowed, and how yes, silences did happen but they never felt uncomfortable. Jack never felt like the silences were just because he could not figure out how to talk. Words came to him easily, even though he did prefer it when Eric was doing the talking.

He surprised himself even further by asking Eric for his number.

It sounded like the boy would need help with French in the upcoming semester and it would have been rude of Jack to not offer his help.

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Jack could not sleep. As was tradition, Lardo and Shitty had fallen asleep during the movie. Jack had disentangled himself from Shitty’s grip. He had then found a couple of spare blankets to cover his friends up. He left the television volume down low and made his way towards the kitchen. The stove clock read that it was a quarter to midnight. His birthday was almost over. Jack reached for his phone and frowned when he saw no messages from Bitty.

It was unusual for Bitty to go this long without texting. Jack had just opened up their messages when he heard his door opening. He did not feel panicked, though his heart had begun to race, he felt excited. His feet carried him towards the entryway.

And there was Bitty, trying to close the door as quietly as possible.

“Bits,” Jack said, quietly. Though he really doubted their friends would wake up even if he had spoken louder. His lips quirked into an amused smile when he saw Bitty jump. Startled, most likely, from the sound of his voice.

“Lord, Jack! You scared me. You need a damn bell. You move too quiet for a lug your size.” There was a softness to Eric’s voice, and his face, as he spoke.

Silence lapsed between the two of them as they just stared at each other for a few seconds and then Jack found himself breaking it.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I finished earlier than I thought I would, so I decided to head here to see if I could make it to the sleepover. Seems like I missed all the action though,” but Bitty did not sound too upset at finding Shitty and Lardo asleep.

“I am glad you made it,” Jack said, softly. Then he reached for Eric’s hand, and Eric took it. He led Eric through the living room and out to the balcony. It was not the first time that they had held hands like this. It was not often they did, but sometimes, leading one another through crowds of people, it made sense to hold hands. Not that there was a crowd of people in his living room or anything, but Eric had not seemed to mind.

“This is just like the night we first met,” Eric said, once they were outside.

“Everyone asleep but us two, eh?”

“Out on the balcony,” Eric said, and he looked distracted. Like he had something on his mind. Jack noticed they had not let go of each other’s hands yet, and he gave Eric’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“What’s wrong, bud?”

“Trying to build up the courage to do something,” Bitty said, looking up at Jack but not quite making eye contact.

“Do what?” Jack asked. He wondered if he asked too quietly because Bitty said nothing, just continued to look at Jack.

“Happy Birthday, Jack. You’re my best friend in the world.” And then Bitty was closing the distance between them and Jack found himself moving without really thinking. Call it an instinct or something. They seemed to meet about halfway, and then they were kissing. Soft and sweet. Jack’s eyes fluttered close.

Then Eric was pulling away much too quickly and Jack found himself following those lips with a pout.

“Been wanting to do that for some time now,” Bitty said, with a breathy laugh. He was smiling, though. Looking happier than Jack had seen him in awhile.

Jack had a smile on his own face, he could feel it. He could also still feel the ghost of that first sweet kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you,” Jack admitted. “You had on really short shorts.”

“Jack!” Bitty looked shocked, “did you really?”

“I did,” Jack said, nodding his head to emphasize the point. Then he gently tugged Eric against him for another kiss. This one a bit longer. When they broke apart from each other, they did not pull away too far.

“Boy am I glad you wanted me kissing you,” Bitty said, laughing again.

“Want to head inside before Shitty and Lardo wake up?” Jack asked, not that he minded kissing Bitty on the balcony. His bedroom seemed more comfortable though, and they would have a door to close that was not all glass. They could talk and kiss some more.

“Too late,” Bitty said, with a tiny groan as he pointed over Jack’s shoulder. Jack turned around to see Shitty and Lardo with their faces pressed against the glass of the door. Shitty was giving them thumbs up and cheering now that he had their attention. Lardo gave a thumbs up too, before she began to drag Shitty away from the window.

“Let’s give Lardo five minutes to get Shitty into bed and then we’ll go inside,” Jack suggested.

“Sounds like a plan, and I think I know what we can do for those five minutes.”

Bitty then crowded into Jack’s space and Jack had no complaints about that as they kissed once more.

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