#BARK BARK I love getting fucked 😜

[yesmissnyx]

Submissive tops who pant and moan and whine while they fuck their Dom...helplessly rutting their hips, their pace stuttering as they struggle to not cum...

Doing ALL the work, so their Dom can just lay there and enjoy themselves 💞

[rayrayor]

Hey Kat! @mybrainismelted

Here is Drabble challenge 34 , as asked.

“ You work for me. you are my slave “

Please note, GILF ( Ginger I’d Like to F@*k )

Ian was finally home after ten years in the military, two Purple Hearts, and a Medal of Honor. Gnarly chest scars and nightmares about the brothers he could not save. He was not ready to go into EMT work yet but needed routine.

Mandy Milkovich. Bestie and Beard since freshman year. Flew out to Walter Reed and held his hand, making sure he wanted to still live. Now a regular at his and Carl's apartment. Her brothers owned Kings of the Southside Ink and her brother Mickey, the star tattooist, temperamental shit and hot beyond the dirty, angry older brother who would flop on the couch and give him and Mandy crap.

He was also in need of an assistant and receptionist, and somehow Mandy talked Ian into the job. After two weeks, he understood why the position was open. The appointment book was a mess, their insta needed an upgrade, and the complimentary beverage and snack service reminded Ian of the psych hospital.

And then there was his direct boss, Mickey. Surly and sexy, the man had no filter and no boundaries. Hard working for a man you either wanted to strangle or suck off. It was also harder as his phone blew up each day with the requests, demands, and ramblings of the raven-haired thug.

He had just come back from his run when the phone vibrated.

Pocket Jefe: Hey, is the place you get coffee the place with the coffee I like?☹️

GILF: You drink it black; literally, anywhere I go has the coffee you like.

Pocket Jefe: That’s what I pay you for; how the fuck would I know which shop? I never go to any.

GILF: That’s because your ass was banned from like 9 by the shop because of your donut tantrums.

Pocket Jefe: What, you don’t care about donuts?”

GILF : Well, I am always a fan of a glazed hole.😜

Pocket Jefe:🖕🏻

Back at the shop, Mickey was beet red, grabbed his coffee, and fled to his station.

——————————

Ian was enjoying the quiet of Staples, which he knew would not last. His phone lit up with photo of a sleeve of gears  and lilies, Mickey.

Pocket Jefe:🎤 Whips and chains excite me.

GILF: Are you asking or telling me? 

Pocket Jefe: Keep up the Gallagher. Song. What’s the name of the song with those lyrics?

GILF : Ok, again, I cannot read your mind; I need a little more than your professing love of BDSM for me. Which FYI , I am a fan. You a power bottom by chance? Also, it’s Rhiana, S&M.

Pocket Jefe: Jeez, this assistant of mine makes my dick twitch.

Pocket Jefe: Shit, did I send you a text by accident? FYI, not about you.

GLIF: What text, Mick? 

Pocket Jefe: Don’t worry, your pretty head, sweetheart, just get back here, oh, and bring me a big ass snickers. 🍫

Ian smiled and filed the information he had just given away for a later date.

———————————— 

Ian had just settled after a long day of explaining to Iggy that if he did not write down appointments, Ian could not add them. He had ice cream, jacked off to a certain pair of blue eyes, and was about to watch Drag Race. He had just settled in when his phone almost vibrated off the coffee table.

Pocket Jefe: WTF, Gallagher! You asked Colin about ink?

Pocket Jefe: What you don’t trust me, that stings, man. ☹️

Pocket Jefe: I do much better scar coverage.

Pocket Jefe: not being nosy, but saw those when you changed into a skin-tight tee. This is a semi-professional atmosphere Army, not a rub-in tug.

GILF: I never asked you cause last time I mentioned your work, you were your usually grumpy prick self and threatened to stab me with your Taco Bell spork. You were watching me change; I used to charge guys to see that. So you think of yourself as my pimp? 

Pocket Jefe: Fuck you, is what I think. Enough of this touchy-feely bullshit. Enough chitchat; my appointment is running late. Can you go feed Carl Barks and Noodles for me? Oh, and get me some Pringles, a BBQ, and a pack of smokes. You know the code to my loft.👍

GILF: You know I am off, right?”

Pockey Jefe: You get off when I tell you to get off. You work for me. You are my slave. "C'mon, please.“

GILF: Fucking fine, you need me to peel you a grape too?  🤬

Pocket Jefe: I mean, I wouldn’t say no. Seriously, when you get there, just text me and let me know everything is fine. If you want to stay, we can maybe talk about a coverup piece or something.

GILF: Ohhhh, can we have pizza and a sleepover too?

Pocket Jefe: Your pushing it, keep talking back, and your going from slave to sex slave.

Pocket Jefe: Umm, damn autocorrect, sax slave, not sex 🎷

GILF: Whoring me out to Kenny G? 🥹Bummer.

Pocket Jefe: 🖕🏻

Ian grinned. He was about to get either fired or fucked; he hoped for the latter.

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Mickey was just cleaning up his station, and his focus was not on his big fat tip from this work.

Ian Gallagher.

He secretly crushed on the gangly redhead when he would hang with Mandy. He knew about Ian’s history as a medic and the almost-life-ending injury that ended his career. But he saved five that day, who, by accounts, should not have survived the firefight. Deep scars were over that broad chest and hard abs. The story made those scars beautiful. He was always flustered around Gallagher, but he thought he hid it well. 

His phone vibrated, he glanced, his mouth went dry, and the warm tingle went to his crotch. Gallagher sent a photo.

Tight Kings tee, a truly Godzilla-size cock trying to break out of blue boxer briefs. A motherfucking collar. And on a silver platter no less, a small whip, a chain, grapes, and a big ass tube of strawberry lube. 

A text 

GILF: Waiting for you to tell me when I can get off; may I peel you a grape in the meantime, sir? 🫦

Mickey grabbed his keys and jogged out to his car, eager to go blow Ian’s sax. 

[eleanor-bradstreet]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for the tags @suspendingtime, @colettebronte and @fayes-fics 💙 Following Faye's lead and answering while inebriated 😅 Saturday night fam...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24 thus far. I should toss LMBYA on there - I think it may be well received.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

144,232

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Bridgerton. It's the only thing that has stirred my soul to write for since I was a teenager...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On AO3:

Love to Spare  135

Young at Heart 128

Touch 126

A Brother's Love 122

Willow Bark 98

Tumblr notes:

Still Going 1730

Touch (my next top 5 are the Touch series at 3777 cumulatively)

Locked Out 417

Gala 395

Young At Heart 300

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely. Every single comment gets a response because that level of engagement from readers deserves celebration and recognition. It makes my heart soar.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOL HAVE YOU MET ME? I have something of a reputation... But if I had to pick, I'd say Number Ten and I'll Be Seeing You rank as my top angstiest endings for A & B Bridgerton respectively.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm. Young At Heart was for sure the fluffiest thing I've ever written. But I have a soft spot for the tooth-rotting sweetness of Two Lines and A Special Day.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Fortunately no. I haven't encountered any negativity for my fics yet. The Bridgerton fan community has been lovely.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but I don't feel that it's my strong suit. It started just for Benophie but I have branched into x Reader. I don't think I'm great at it. I prefer to write whump and angst.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, no real crossovers. I enjoy AUs that dip into vampire/zombie/apocalypse territory though. My friend suggested I combine my fixations and have the Bridgertons discover a portal to Middle Earth in their hedgerow 😅 Let the madness begin...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. I granted permission for a fic to be translated into French.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not officially, but I have had such fun brainstorming and workshopping fic ideas with my mutuals. I wouldn't have written half as much as I have if it weren't for them.💙

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Benophie is my OTP, obvi.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

WOOF. I have 17 WIPs. I'd say the most at risk is a concept for Anthony on each of his siblings' wedding days. I have to read all the Bridgerton novels to finish this one, and that's a tall ask.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm aight at conveying emotion. Feels are kinda my game - good and bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing TOO much about feelings 😜 I skew verbose and can get wordy as fuck because I'm trying so hard to paint a very precise picture. I always have to remind myself to reel it in so readers aren't bogged down.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have sprinkled some French for Benophie and Tamil for Kanthony into my stories. Just little phrases that I always research thoroughly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First ever? X-Men 😋 I was 12. The first film came out. I was a goner for Wolverine...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Guh, they are all like children to me. But my heart is drawn to my multichapter character stories. Let Me Be Your Anchor is the first Bridgerton fic I started writing and the only one I ever intended to. It's novel length and will be my greatest accomplishment. A Brother's Love was the first fic I actually finished and has the most soul in it IMO. Then I see Willow Bark as my most clever 'fix it' story - if the show could adopt my ideas on that one I think we'd all win 😉

Everyone I know has already been tagged so - just here to share 💙

[mrsjellymunson]

The Counter Argument

Written for the @steddiemicrofic May challenge, ‘top’. WC: 510 || Rating: E, 🔞, NSFW, MDNI! || CW: SMUT, PWP, rimming, spit as lube, anal sex, cumming untouched, slight dom!Steve Harrington, slight sub!Eddie Munson, top!Steve Harrington, bottom!Eddie Munson || Tags: Established relationship; rockstar!Eddie Munson; semi-public sex; minimal story, mostly just filth 😜

Steve always loves seeing Eddie perform. There’s something about how good he looks, how raw and talented he is.

He’s always hard by the end of a gig, his possessiveness raging and the desire to lick Eddie clean of the perspiration he’s generated doing something he loves.

But they rarely have time or opportunity to do anything about it until they get back to Eddie’s trailer, and, depending on how long the pack-down takes, and whether they catch Eddie’s adrenaline high, Eddie’s often too exhausted.

Tonight, Steve’s decided he’s grabbing his chance.

He fakes a phonecall, acting like it’s an emergency, waving Eddie over to the back room. It’s basic, two worn couches, battered coffee table, and the new addition, a second-hand kitchen countertop, acting as both snack/beer and makeup station. Steve’s been eyeing it up, filthy scenarios running through his mind.

He growls at Eddie,

“Get here. Now.”

“What is it, baby? Is it Robin? The kids??”

Steve forcefully closes the door. Pushing Eddie against it, he fists the flimsy cotton that’s barely covering Eddie’s chest and slams his lips into his astonished boyfriend’s, rolling his hips, sure to let Eddie know just how much he enjoyed the show. Eddie gasps and reciprocates, whimpering and bucking into Steve.

Steve swipes away empty beer cans and, slapping his hand down onto the dirty countertop, barks,

“Get over here.”

Eddie flinches, wide-eyed. Not because he’s frightened, but because he knows what that hand is capable of when it slaps other things…

Eddie’s overwhelmed as Steve works fast, quickly ridding him of his jeans and bending him over the counter, eating him out like he’s his last meal, prepping him with his tongue and thumb.

Before Eddie stands, Steve slaps his ass, hard.

See.

“Now, up on the top.”

Eddie’s incredulous, never having seen Steve so dominant. Or had him anywhere so public.

“Okay, fuck.”

He hitches his butt up onto the cool surface.

Panting, he lays back and spreads, his neck crunched against the dirty mirror on the wall behind.

Holding Eddie’s thighs, Steve spits lewdly onto his own cock and Eddie’s hole, and gradually enters him. Eddie groans and scrabbles for purchase on Steve’s forearms.

Steve’s instantly relentless, saving time, both boys grunting, whining as they chase their release. It’s not long before Eddie cums, hard, untouched, the pummelling of Steve’s cock and his hot breath fanning over his swollen tip enough to send him over the edge moaning and swearing.

Steve follows, groaning loudly. Slipping out, he kisses Eddie, tells him how much he loves him, cleans them up with paper towels.

Standing, Eddie’s legs wobble. Steve steadies him, pats his ass, gives him another soft kiss. Grins.

“Been wanting to do this for ages. I’m going for a smoke. Come get me when you need help loading, yeah?”

Gareth asks, as Eddie’s packing up Sweetheart,

“What‘s the emergency?”

Eddie, still stunned, straightens up, feeling Steve’s release leak out of him. Flushing, he replies,

“Nothing!”

Suppressing a smirk, he adds,

”Something came up. But, uh, we totally nailed it…”

This gorgeous art by @saku-rhyth came out months after I published this - in it the roles are reversed, but it fits the atmosphere I wanted to convey so well I had to link it 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks so much for reading!

If you like this, you can find more Steddie ficlets on my masterlist

If you’d like to be on my taglist, just ask 💗

Tagging the usual reprobates 😜: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @curlyjoequinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn

[poursomesunaonme]

beanie lemme participate in your cuffing season event 😤😤😤😤 ur writing makes me elevate 😃😁❗️😚😜❤️💖😭

fav character: giyu tomioka from demon slayer 😈

fav color: purple 😈

fav drink: iced hazelnut coffee 😈

ideal fall date: make one up for me because i’ve never had an actual date (I HAVE HOWEVER USED MEN for intimate…purposes…)

my fall habits: i loveeee to read and write when it gets cold outside, nothing like me and my books or my stories to keep me company on a cold day

PLEASE BEANIE MAKE IT NSFW 😜☺️😤😩😩

THANKS BESTIE I LOVE YOU

cielo my love🥰🥰🥰 thank you so much for this glorious submission ugh this was so fun to write i love u for this (this is me asking for your hand in marriage💍)

word count: 2.6k

content/warnings: minors dni, reader is afab, softie!giyu, but also being a little shit, established relationship, semi-public sex, outdoor sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), tongue fucking, biting (oops) soft(ish) sex, breeding

author’s note: we have two more days of this event so send in your submissions before the 13th! gonna be workin like a fiend so i’ll be sure to work through ‘em all. thank you beautiful angels again for supporting me❤️❤️❤️

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the leaves crunch underneath your feet as you and your man gently weave your way between the trees. their branches bow low, heavy with the weight of the fruit hanging off of them. your basket nestles in the crook of your elbow, containing the shiny apples that you had deemed perfect for picking.

giyu walks alongside you, stoically examining each trees’ fruit before deciding to move on. the two of you hadn’t been in the orchard for long, having gotten a late start in the day. the sun was already starting to set, a fresh, deep chill beginning to spread through the air.

the glint of an apple catches your eye on a tree up ahead. you jog to pick it, bracing yourself against the scratchy bark tree as you reach up. it’s just out of your grasp, but still, you persist. the sweater you were wearing rode up over your tummy, exposing the soft skin to the autumn air.

the rustle of giyu’s haori alerts you to his presence behind you. wordlessly, he reaches over your head, hand wrapping around the apple with ease. you’re acutely aware of his chest pressed against your back, at the hand that rests on your shoulder while he picks the apple for you. you watch as he twists it deftly, then pulls it off the branch. with a soft smile, he drops it into your basket before continuing to stroll down the orchard row.

“thanks, giyu!” you call, feet soaring across the ground to catch up with him. you link your unburdened arm through his; you feel him squeeze his arm (and yours too) closer to him. your head slightly rests against his bicep as the two of you continue to stroll past the produce-heavy trees.

“i couldn’t bear to see you struggle like that,” he jokes with you, planting an affectionate kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, unwinding your arm from his.

“oh, how you wound me,” you sigh dramatically, resting the back of your hand on your forehead. giyu lets out a soft smile at your antics, but doesn’t answer you. after a few moments, you fall back into step beside him, lacing your fingers through his; a smile graces your lips at how he squeezes your hand gently.

the sun begins to dip below the horizon, plunging the orchard into a hazy orange light. with the warmth of its rays rapidly fading, the cold night air begins to set in. it grips you like a vice, taking advantage of the lack of layers you were wearing. you shiver, huddling closer to giyu for warmth. he notices immediately.

“are you cold?” he asks, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around you. you exhale, leaning into the warmth of his body. the fabric of his haori brushes against the back of your neck, tickling the sensitive nerves.

“a little, yeah,” you tell him. “didn’t dress well for the weather.”

he chuckles, pulling you closer to him. “well, i did warn you that it was gonna get cold when the sun started to set.”

“and i did tell you that we weren’t gonna be out this late,” you fire back, remembering the intense bickering from earlier that day. despite your stubbornness, you wrap your arm around his waist, exposing more of you to the heat of his body.

“mmhm, if only we hadn’t spent so much time getting ready,” he murmurs, the innuendo not getting past you. you pull back, laughing, the chill now augmented as it attacks your warm skin; you quickly nestle your body into his once again. he chuckles, the vibrations translating from his body to yours.

“getting ready… that’s a silly way of putting it,” you giggle, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. he instantly blushes, but he doesn’t shy away from the contact.

“i’m just such a silly person.” his sarcasm is really taking you by surprise today. “you must know that about me, dear.”

you giggle at his antics, at the ease in which you converse. the banter makes you feel more comfortable with him, a stark contrast to how the two of you interacted when you first met each other. he used to be incredibly shy, but as your relationship progressed, he inched out of his shell.

he shrugs off his outer layer, drawing you from your reverie. “take my haori,” he rumbles, wrapping it around your shoulders without waiting for a response. the heat from his body still clings to the soft fabric, easily protecting you from the chill.

“won’t you be cold?” you ask, tugging the haori closer around you. he shakes his head, offering his arm for you to take. you weave yours through his, huddling closer to him to share the warmth.

“don’t worry about it, baby” is all that he says before falling into a comfortable silence. you rest your head against his arm, your eyes softly closing as you let him walk you.

“you’re the best,” you whisper, before joining him in the blissful wordlessness. the light rapidly fading from the sky signals your need to begin to head back to the car, but the two of you ignore the darkness that descends upon you.

your basket is barely full, the surefire results of your meticulous searching for the perfect apples to bake into a pie. you didn’t have nearly enough, so you refocused your search to find the ingredients for your famous dessert. you pick about a dozen, wanting to have extra for snacks or maybe even a second pie.

giyu tells you that the two of you need to start heading back, so you oblige. you can see your breath as the sun completely disappears below the horizon. the temperature quickly drops as you and your lover return to the front of the orchard.

suddenly, the most beautiful apple catches your eye. you leave giyu’s side wordlessly, jogging to pick the gorgeous fruit. it’s just within your grasp, but it’s still a stretch. standing on your tiptoes, you reach to twist and pull the apple off the tree, steadying yourself with a hand on the trunk.

giyu’s hands reach under his haori to grip your hips. you grunt in thanks for him helping to keep you stable; but then you feel something. he doesn’t move a muscle as you still your body, acutely aware of how hard he is against your ass. your heart flutters in your chest as you stand rigid, his hands still remaining on you.

he looks down on you without a word, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips through your jeans. his lips are pressed into a thin line, and there’s a visible look of effort on his face. you’re worried for just a moment before realizing that he’s just undeniably horny.

“giyu, hun, are you okay?” your hand reaches up to cup his face. his eyes close tenderly at the feeling of your hand blessing his skin. a shaky breath escapes his lips as he hesitates to answer you.

“yeah.” his voice is hoarse so he clears his throat to mask the lust. “you just looked… really good in that pose.”

a devilish smile flashes across your lips as you pull away from him, walking backwards towards the tree. the blue of his eyes darken with lust as he understands what you’re doing; he follows you, but gives you a bit of space.

you assume the position that you had been in so innocently just moments before, sticking out your ass a little more, stretching a little further to emphasize your curves. you crane your neck to see your man, smiling victoriously at the bulge that pokes through his jeans.

“this one?”

“mmhm,” he breathes, finally coming to a stop behind you. his hands clasp your shoulders, gently massaging the muscles. they work out the knots that had formed from the time you spent reaching up to pick apples, before descending down your back. despite his haori draped around your frame, you can still feel his fingers burn a trail of desire down your spine.

his hands come to cup your ass, squeezing the soft flesh through your jeans. you’re painfully aware of giyu’s hard cock digging into the crack of your ass as you press against him, leaving the tree in favor of seeking stability with your man.

at your nearing proximity, giyu’s hands roam to your front, palming at your tits over your shirt. they trail down like water to rest over the crotch of your jeans. your thighs press together, forcing his hand closer to you. he laughs, the breathy sound ghosting over your ear, making you shiver.

“god, you’re so warm, babe,” he whispers, putting a bit more force into his movements. you can just barely feel his hand rubbing against your needy core; you craved more. his free hand had slipped under your shirt and was pushing your bra aside. a soft moan escapes your mouth as he circles a thumb over your nipple; you press back harder against him.

the motion of your ass grinding against his cock is nearly sending him over the edge, but he keeps a semblance of control. his cold fingers leave your breast, and work in tandem with his other hand to undo the front of your jeans. his arms surround you like a cage of warmth as he overcomes one of the barriers keeping you from him.

you don’t have time to prepare yourself for his freezing fingers slipping between your folds. a gasp flies past your lips, the sensation of the hot and cold colliding setting off fireworks in your stomach.

“feel good?” giyu’s voice rasps against your ear. you can’t form the words to speak, but you nod enthusiastically. he laughs, nibbling on your earlobe.

trying to please him as much as he was while he was rubbing tantalizingly slow circles on your clit, you begin to grind on him. you let the change of his breathing pace guide you to what really gets him going. he starts to unravel against you, slipping a finger into your dripping core.

he’s kissing your neck now, tickling the sensitive skin with his unruly hair. the rise and fall of his chest creates a steady rhythm as you coax him towards his high through his jeans. you can barely contain yourself as his palm finds traction against your clit as he thrusts his finger in and out of you.

“we’re really gonna do this now?” you force out, turning your head to him. he meets your gaze, and you find yourself lost in the tempest that are his eyes. his jaw is set in order to keep his sweet sounds contained, but you desperately need to hear them.

“the orchard closed an hour ago.”

suddenly, it all makes sense to you. giyu wanted the two of you alone here, he wanted to keep you from getting to the orchard on time. he needed to cradle your shivering body closer to his, under the boughs of the apple trees, surrounded by leaves and branches like a birdcage.

“trespassing and indecent exposure?” you mumble. “what a record.”

he merely chuckles, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. a flush spreads across your cheeks as the sharp pain melts into a throbbing pleasure; your cunt responds by sending a flow of arousal down giyu’s fingers.

and that’s exactly what breaks his control down to nothing. before you can blink, he yanks down your bottoms, the rush of cold hair slamming into your damp core with an alarming velocity. the suddenness causes you to drop your basket of apples, the perfect picks of yours tumble all over the ground. the rough pads of his fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, spreading the cheeks to get a look at the way you pool for him.

a sigh escapes his lips as he gently pushes you forward, allowing you to find purchase in stability against the tree. his lips press a kiss onto your clit, igniting a fire in your core. you press your backside closer to him, begging him nonverbally to continue.

his warmth breath ghosts against your pussy as he gets to work, tongue swirling in marvelous patterns on your bundle of nerves. you don’t even try to contain your moans. they weave between the trees, filling the sweet scented air with a beautiful melody of pleasure.

“you taste so good, baby,” giyu mutters before thrusting his tongue inside of you.

“fuck!” you whimper at the sensation, how his lips press against every inch of your cunt as he shoves his tongue deeper and deeper into your warmth. feebly throwing it back on him, you urge him not to stop.

he doesn’t listen, however, but straightens up to free himself from the restraints of his pants. at the sight of his liberated cock, you jut your ass out further, begging him to take you.

“please fuck me, giyu,” you whisper as he slides his glistening tip between your folds to gather up the results of his pleasuring you. he takes a second to compose himself before sliding all the way in.

your mouth widens, and only a cracked whimper escapes. fluttering, your pussy tries desperately to accommodate his length. his hands wander up to grip your waist as he pumps slow strokes into you, giving you both some time to assimilate.

as he starts to pick up his pace, his fingers dig into the flesh of your waist. you smile ruefully as you imagine the marks that will make themselves known in just a few hours; his marks on you. he uses his grip to pull you into him harder, fucking you harder, and soon the sloppy sounds of his thrusts are echoing all around the orchard.

his body presses against your back, covering you in warmth. sweat breaks out in beads on your forehead despite the dropping temperature. still, giyu pushes further into you, holds you closer. warm breath is hot on your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder and neck.

one of his hands leaves your waist to toy with your clit, but his pace doesn’t change at all; in fact, he speeds up impossibly faster, rutting his hips against yours like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. he ravishes your body, turning his head to suck and bite at your neck, pinching and rubbing your clit with an expertise that only he could execute.

a haze washes over you as his cock brushes perfectly against your sweet spot. you’re pliable as putty in his arms as he draws you closer and closer to your high. his pants are like music to your ears as little groans slip out in between breaths. you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“g-giyu, hah,” you wheeze out, hand abandoning its position against the bark of the tree in favor of his raven locks. “close, ‘m close.”

the two of you didn’t talk much during sex, which was something that you had a hard time getting used to at first. but giyu was a man of few words. all he wanted to do was relish in your warmth, let your moans flow like honey over him.

“you gonna let me fill you up, yeah?” he raves in your ear. the movements of his fingers on your clit are desperate, needing you to cum and squeeze his cock how he loves it. you were taken aback at his words, not necessarily used to them, but flustered nonetheless. “gonna have my little babies, ‘n we can take ‘em here every fall…”

he trails off, swearing loudly at how your walls contract around him, how your whole body trembles in response to your high hitting you like a freight train. your legs begin to shake, threatening to give out under the onslaught of giyu’s thrusts. the hand that grips your waist wraps around you to hold you up as you lose control of your body and nearly slam into the trunk of the tree.

the wondrous contractions of your plush walls send giyu over the edge, spilling his hot sticky cum into you. you whimper at the warm feeling, at the incandescence of how his body and his love envelope you and fill you to the brim. your lips meet as you turn your head to the side, in a lazy, sloppy kiss. his strokes slow down to a sensuous pace, gently bringing you both down from your excitement.

you smile against his lips at the feeling of him fucking his cum back into you, claiming your body as his. his hands wander all over you at a leisurely pace, making sure to carefully map out every inch of skin, even though he had already kissed every inch of it a million times.

the stars were out twinkling by the time the two of you were satisfied with how your love making had gone. you both get yourselves dressed in a dreamy silence, on cloud nine as you survey the scene around you. your apples were scattered everywhere, but looked to be in okay shape.

“oh, they’re all dirty,” giyu comments as he picks one up to put it in his basket. you stroll over to him, grimacing slightly at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. he lets out a soft smile at the sight, knowing exactly what was happening. you ignore the uncomfortable way it sits in your panties and take the apple, polishing it with your sleeve.

“nothing a good wash can’t fix,” you smile sweetly, planting a kiss on his lips. blindly, you toss the apple into his basket before wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him deeper. he pulls back after a few seconds, eyes soft with happiness.

“well, we could say the same thing about you,” he jokes, picking a piece of tree bark off your top. you roll your eyes and playfully shove him away, going to gather the rest of the apples. after the two of you have finished cleaning up, you pick your way back through the trees, marveling at how they rustle with the autumn wind. you hope with a dreamy grin on your face that this wouldn’t be the last time giyu took you “apple picking” this season.

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[daddyhendo]

Hey<3 please could you do the longest and smuttiest robbo piece on the planet?? Something based on yous having an argument before an event and then he gets jealous when Hendo starts talking to you & he has to get you home as fast as possible. Fluffy smut not dom, nice and loving … but also filthy 😜 thank you xxx

Im sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

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"Youre not going out dressed like that." Andy barked as he saw you walking down the stairs.

You hesitated, "Why not? Don't I look good?" You questioned running your fingers down your dress and turning to show him the exposed back.

"Aye, you look incredible but I'm not having all the boys looking at what's mine. So go upstairs and get changed." Robbo directed with a point of his finger.

"No Andy I'm keeping it on. There's nothing wrong with it at all." You confidently said.

"Its abit short y/n, I don't like that." He commented, still trying to win his side of the argument.

"I don't care, I'm not changing." You huffed with your arms crossed, feeling irritated.

"Fine. Fine. Fuck me you're hard work, you know that?" Robbo declared raising both his hands up.

You finally managed to leave and make your way to the important Liverpool FC event. Andy disappeared instantly abandoning you by yourself.

Scanning around the room you attempted to look for someone familiar, someone you could talk to. You made your way to the fancy bar  ordering one of your favourite drinks. You scoffed hard as you watched Andy in the distance chatting away to Milner, paying no attention to you at all.

"Hey, you alright y/n?" An erotic familiar voice spoke from beside you. You rotated sideways to discover Henderson next to you, analysing up and down your physique.

"Wow that is a gorgeous dress. Robbos a lucky man." He grinned tastefully, taking a sip of his drink.

"Try telling him that." You muttered rolling your eyes, pouting.

Hendo frowned rather confused. He decided he wouldn't interrogate you further and just grinned instead. His palm moved to the small of your back, in attempt to comfort you. You couldn't help but blush hot pink at his physical touch.

"Whats all this?" Robbo growled snatching you into his side but before anyone could answer, he seized your arm with his huge hands and dragged you outside.

"I'm taking you home right now." He instructed. Robbo wasted no time driving you home, he never spoke a word only until he finally got you alone in your shared bedroom.

"I think i have to remind you who you belong to y/n." He said darkly, "Come here." His hand reached out for yours, guiding you directly infront of him.

Andys fingers danced tiny circles on your exposed thighs, his electrifying touch making the hairs on you skin stand on edge. His strong scent and intimating presence had its wicked affect on you and proceeded to form a soaked puddle in your panties. Robbo wet his lips before planting them on yours. He kissed you again forcefully whilst his hands reached for your breasts squeezing them with desperation.

He nibbled at the exposed flesh on your neck sucking so harshly that it left purple traces. "Andy please." You whimpered hopelessly.

You practically felt him chuckling against your skin as you begged at him again. He then reached for your dress and pulled it off slowly and carefully. Robbo hummed in approval at your bare body, licking his own lips like a lion stalking its pray. His eyes told a similar story.

His fingers twirled around your boobs untill he found your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. Your whole body shuddered at his touch, you were now uncomfortably wet and couldn't take anymore of his teasing.

Next, you suddenly found yourself being nudged onto the bed with Andy climbing on top. His hand grazed over your covered clit, rubbing it teasingly. He then slipped his fingers in your pants and dragged them through your moist folds.

Ohhh wet for me already huh?" Andy taunted cockily. He pushed those same two digits straight in your hole stretching you out immediately.

His rapid movements continued on for several minutes as he encouraged you towards your climax. "Fuck Andy! Fuck!" You uncontrollably sobbed, clenching his t shirt.

"Are you close yeah?" Robbo asked pumping in and out of your numb core hastily. Your walls clenched not a second later and you began sweating immensely.

"I'm gonna cum oh my god!" You screamed at the top of your lungs grasping Robbos thigh as you rode through your climax.

"You look amazing everytime you cum for me." He praised you, peppering kisses on your chest down towards your lower abdomen. He took a moment to step back and undress himself equally rushed. His rock hard shaft sprung up automatically as soon as the last piece of clothing hit the floor.

He caressed your thighs meticulously pushing them apart. In a hurry you lifted your own hips to remove your panties, robbo smiled at your gesture, he knew you were dying for it by now.

Andy took your legs and placed them properly on his shoulders, he then took his cock in hand and lined it at your leaking entrance. He pushed it all in aggressively untill his balls slapped against you.

"God you feel better everytime." Andy panted sucking his bottom lip.

His movements merciless and violent causing you to arch your back, grip the sheets and glue your eyes shut. Your pussy throbbed as you tugged robbo into an embrace, feeling closer and closer to release. He clenched onto your hips with his grip getting agonisingly uncomfortable. Your nails clawed at his toned back so deeply that you almost felt apologetic.

"Fuck I'm close again babe, shit!" You practically cried. A sharp fire burned in your core, you enclosed your legs around his waist powerfully.

Your insides spasmed, contracted leading you to release a huge orgasm that left you trembling.

Robbo sucked and bit your shoulder and not too long after his hips splutterted one last powerful thrust flooding you entirely. His knees buckled leaving his body weak and limp.

"Let's get you cleaned up shall we." Andy suggested sweetly with a smile.