#I need this man so bad

[lalavenderangel]

i’m fuckin feral 😮‍💨

[naivegh0ul]

I'm obsessed with older!Ghost. Just a filthy, perverted older Ghost who's obsessed with you, his younger neighbour. He's in his late 40's, and you're just a young college student who has no idea that your neighbour, who looks like a friendly man, fucks his fist each night to the thought of you.

He's always peeking out of his window, a cup of tea in one hand and his cock in the other, slowly stroking as his eyes track you as you walk down the street. God, how he wished he could touch you, bend you over the nearest surface and show you how a real man fucks.

He hears when you bring people back to your home, the walls are thin, after all, and he hears the way you moan and whimper. He can imagine you writhing in your bed, back arched so pretty and those plush lips slick with spit and maybe even cum.

He imagines himself in the place of the person fucking you, imagines splitting you open on his thick cock. He imagines pushing his cock past those beautiful lips of yours, letting you suckle on his tip like a good little slut, before thrusting further in, letting you gag and choke on his cock. The things he'd give to see your gorgeous eyes, glazed over with lust and tears spilling out from how roughly he's fucking your face.

His fantasies are- like always- rudely interrupted by the sound of you moaning another person's name, and he brings himself back to the present, reminding himself that he's not the one currently fucking into that tight hole of yours.

[reocidal]

HONEYMOON PHASE — A. MIYA

cws; swearing, gn?reader but it gives fem to me even tho theres not descriptions of reader or gendered pet names, married life, tooth rotting fluff, yeah.

wc; 605

"'s it too late," atsumu's voice is muffled and his words slurred as he speaks, face buried in your shoulder.

"mm?" you respond sleepily, not really listening to him. strong tan arms are wrapped around your middle, and you absentmindedly curl your fingers into his untoned bleached hair. he purrs at the feeling, pulling you closer to him so he can press his mouth to your neck, grinning lazily. you make a slight noise of protest as you feel his teeth against your neck, and then he bites you, really bites you, to make you shut up.

"mmh, leave the jackals, y'know? fuck 'em, i could become a hermit or a monk or somethin'."

a drowsy, surprised giggle bubbles out of you, and his smile widens in response. he likes making you laugh.

"tsumu," you say, and he realises with glee that you still have your rough, lower-than-usual, sexy morning voice. "tsumu, monks can't get married, i think. and they have to be bald."

he groans, but you're not sure which one it's in response to. switching tactics, you half-heartedly try to push him off you.

"lemme stay here," he whines. "i love you, i wanna—"

"tsumu, no," you chide him, and he quiets down like a kicked puppy. raising his head, he pulls your left hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the spot just above your wedding ring before he gets up with a sleepy yawn.

"five years into our marriage and you still don't let me sleep in," he says with a pout.

you ignore him, pausing mid-movement to admire his sculpted figure and the way his body moves as he transfers his wedding ring from his finger to the chain around his neck. when he notices you looking, a bright, boyish grin lights up his face. "can't risk losing it," he tells you, still smiling. you can't help but mirror his expression with your own giddy, lovestruck smile.

you're fixing up breakfast in the kitchen when he comes in, although he's still not dressed to leave yet. you turn to him, smiling when he nuzzles his face into yours. "baby, can i drive you t'work?"

you shake your head, hands coming up to cup his face. "you're already running late, love."

he rolls his eyes in response, angling his head to kiss your palm. "baby, best friend, love of my fuckin' life. is it such a crime to want to spend more time with you?"

"we have all the time in the world, tsumu," you say. "eat quick and go."

"not leaving the house without you," he says sulkily. "they can practice without their favourite setter for a bit."

"favourite? that's debatable," you tease, sitting down next to him with your own breakfast. atsumu kisses your knuckles again with a sly grin, ignoring your dig at him. "but i'm your favourite setter."

"you're my favourite everything," you say, and then you laugh as the red spreads across his cheeks and his nose and the tips of his ears. your breakfasts remain untouched as he leans in to kiss all over your face in a bid to distract you.

"are you flirting with me, y/n l/n?" he asks.

"maybe," you reply, still laughing.

he shuts you up with a kiss. "what if we skip work today?"

"and do what, exactly?"

"laze around, y'know. i just want to stay with you, spend some time together."

"hmm." you pretend to think, but your mind is already made up. "i dunno..."

he kisses your palm, and then your wrist. "please?"

you've never been able to resist those stupid puppy eyes, anyways.

I HATE THIS ITS SO HAPPY. kmsing. drop a like, rb and or comment if u liked this 🤔🤔 husband atsumu u could fix me

[capitanooos]

coins and sapphires, swords and sandals // lucius verus x reader

-`♡´- pairing : lucius verus x reader (fem)

-`♡´- summary : when readers first betrothed unwillingly finds his way back to Rome as a gladiator, things go differently than he had expected.

-`♡´- warnings : violence, gladiator 2 spoilers, and 1 too i guess, kiss kiss mwahmwah. acacius as readers daddy. reader is about 25, lucius 27ish to make the timeline in my head work lol.

-`♡´- extra : for more updates on more parts or lack of, check my other blog @jorra3lagon !!

-`♡´- notes : i guess this can count as a summary, or introduction to a whole fanfic ill write soon cause i cant get enough of paul mescal as lucius hihihhihi

-`♡´- word count : 4538

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211 AD 

As the farewells came to an end and the halls of the Acacius villa emptied, silence returned once more. 

Ever since her father returned from his conquest in Numidia [Name] her life felt like a sick joke. From her black clothing, to the tear stains on her cheeks, to the constant visits of important people. Her second husband was dead. Her third love had left her alone in this world. The gods had damned her. 

As she sipped the wine from her cup she stared at the fish in the water. So carefree, swimming endless circles in the pool, not having to worry for a second of losing their loved ones. They looked stunning, the fire from the lanterns reflecting on their colorful scales as they let out small air bubbles. 

“Dear,” Lady Lucilla stood behind her, speaking to her softly as she moved to sit at [Name]'s side, also admiring the colorful fish. Now the two were connected by her father, Marcus Acacius, but before that their connection would’ve laid with [Name] her first betrothed. Lucius Verus. It had been nearly twenty years since his disappearance, and as time went, it became evident he would not be returning. He was presumed dead. 

[Name] had gone on to marry a high lord as was expected of her. The lord who died of illness that took him away quickly, not too long after their marriage. She knew his interests lay not with women, they had an understanding and he was a good man. Had he lived longer, she knew her life would have been well with him, for he would never have hurt her, but alas, the good never live long. 

Two years later, she remarried. As a lady of her status and bloodline, it was her duty. This time she married one of her fathers trusted advisers. A man, not older than thirty. With him, she had carried one child, who never lived to take his first breath. Two and a half years later, her second husband followed their child to the next world.

Now she had returned home once again, sharing a roof with her father and stepmother once more. The house that once kept Lucius safe and warm too. 

“I feel for you, daughter.” Lucilla spoke again softly. Her hand comes up to caress [Name]s in a sense of comfort. The younger of the two women looked up, the tears in her reddened eyes reflecting in the red of the fire. Unlike the beautifully reflecting fish, her tears were angry, full of grief, shame. They fell with no shame. Tear after tear, grieving all that she had lost, and seemed to continue losing.

“As the daughter of our beloved General Acacius we mourn with you, Lady [Name]. It brought us much regret to hear of the passing of your late husband.” Much to her surprise, Emperor Geta spoke as he looked at her when she bowed before him in greeting. She was invited to one of their parties, where they would allegedly show one of the barbarians they captured in Numidia. 

“Thank you, sire.” [Name] bowed her head at the Emperors again. They intimidated her, as they did with almost the whole of Rome. In the few times she had the absolute pleasure of being in their presence, she had always stuck close to her father, later on husbands, when they’d approach. The looks in their eyes scared her, they were like lions, able to snap and attack at any moment. 

“Ah, you’re the girl who was betrothed to Lady Lucilla’s boy?” Emperor Caracalla spoke up as he looked at [Name] with funny eyes. She froze before nodding, 

“Yes, sire, may the gods be with him.”

Emperor Geta gave his brother a look, seemingly confused as to how his brother would remember that given his… situation. He waved her away with a small half smile before returning his attention back to one of his concubines. 

Giving one last bow, she moved to the sidelines, her once black dresses now back in their usual colorful state. Jewellery adorning her neck, hands, arms, waist, and ears clicking like a soft jingle as she walked among lords and ladies. Eventually her eyes laid on one of her friends. “Fortuna,” she smiled as she approached the woman. “I’m so glad to see you.”

The woman returned her greeting, pulling the other woman in for an embrace. “I’m also glad to see you here, out of your mourning clothes with that.” She spoke as she linked their arms together and moved back through the crowd. “Father says he’s getting the fiercest of the barbarians your father captured here to fight one of the Emperors their own champion.” smiles were exchanged as they politely pushed through the people. “Here look, he’s sitting right there.” Fortuna pointed to an exit, there on a bench sat a young man, looking down at the ground. 

His dark blonde hair shone brightly from beneath the dirt that coated it. Cuts covered his face and arms, and probably the rest of his body too. She couldn’t see much more than that as Fortuna kept talking and walking to the front of the crowd to get a better view at the fight that was to happen soon.

“I saw him fight in the arena where my father bought him. He was biting away at some of the apes they fought. They call him the ape-eater.”

The guests cheered as the Emperors their champion was brought in. He bowed before the red haired rulers and they offered him a nod. [Name] her gaze wasn’t laid on either the Emperors or their champion. It was laid on the barbarian from Numidia who was being brought in. His shackles were undone when he stood in front of the Emperors as well. Up close she could see his bright blue eyes as they reflected in the sunlight that entered the big room. His facial features were sharp and he looked exactly like the statues of Roman heroes. [Name] her mouth slightly hung open as only one thought ran through her mind. 

Lucius

As the name ran through her mind like a mantra the barbarian looked at her, and his eyes grew a tiny bit. His gaze was fierce and his beautiful blue eyes were filled with rage and anger as he studied her own eyes. 

Lucius

His gaze swept over her face, down her body before snapping back to her eyes. His gaze now hardened as he looked at her again before turning his head away as a sword was thrusted into his hands.

Emperor Caracalla’s giggles and the screeches of his monkey echoed through the room as they fought, but [Name] her gaze was stuck on the same spot on the wall where the barbarian stood seconds ago. 

Yelps and screams snapped her out of her trance and her eyes looked around, breathing out in relief when she saw the barbarian unharmed, impaling the Emperor's gladiator with his sword. The crowd cheered and clapped as the fallen champion was dragged out. [Name] continued to stare at the barbarian, who resembled so much more than he realized, as he refused to speak to the emperor. 

His laugh echoed through the room as he finally opened his mouth after Marcrinus made up a lie. He stared at the Emperor intensely as he took a step toward him. The former took a small staggering step back as fear crossed his face for a split second, unknowing what the barbarian in front of him might do if he stayed within arms length of him.

“The gates of hell are open night and day, smooth is the descent, and easy is the way. But…” [Name] her mouth fell open in shock of hearing Virgil, poetry coming out of his mouth, “...to come back from hell, and view the cheerful skies, in this the task and mighty labor lies.” 

The edges of [Name] her vision began to go dark as she held onto Fortuna for support. The woman glanced down at her and upon seeing her pale face she brought her to a place to sit. The dark haired woman searched the others' eyes, not being able to find anything.

“What is the matter, friend?”

[Name] held a hand to her sweating forehead as she closed her eyes. Trying to get rid of her false hope and get herself together before anyone noticed that she was acting off. 

“I suppose my stomach can not handle violence and bloodshed from this close up.” she lied with a small laugh, hoping she didn’t act too out of character for herself. “It felt like I was about to have a fainting spell.” 

The other woman smiled as she offered her her drink. “I’ll have someone call for your carriage to get back home.”

The ride home was a blur. It must have been nothing more than a coincidence. It couldn’t have been anything else. She was greeted by a servant who accompanied her to her rooms and helped her change. The summer heat peaked these days and even the lightest clothes seemed suffocating if you wore them too long. 

She kept silent for hours. The servants assumed she was still mourning her late husband, which would make sense. Supper went the same, any questions were just answered with a nod or shake of her head, eyes cast down at the food on her plate or the wine in her cup. Lucilla and Acacius exchanged looks, and Acacius couldn’t help but see his daughter as herself from a decade ago. Rebellious in her teen years, maturing into a young woman, looking more and more like her biological mother who had left the world too soon. He could see past her facade, he could see the clockworks rotating in her head, focussed, thinking, lost somewhere deep in her own world up in her head. 

After dinner she had quickly excused herself before returning to her quarters. She stood in front of the collection of crystals, rocks, gems, and other small trinkets that laid on the desk. They had collected dust over the years that they had laid there. Their price value wouldn’t be that high, but their emotional value lay high. Higher than any money could ever buy. 

Back when Lucius and she were betrothed, she was no older than six summers, Lucius not a full moon above eight. Lady Lucilla had a big part in the betrothal, knowing the girl’s mother as a childhood friend from court and believing they would make a strong couple. The daughter of a general, and the Prince of Rome. When Lucius had found out, he saw it not as a betrothal but as a friendship, after all, they were both children, they wouldn’t understand until at least a little later in life. 

So always if Lucius found out [Name] would be in the city, he’d have his guards find her so he could give her small gifts. They were young but the pair grew oddly fond of each other and soon, a whole shelf of crystals and other precious shining items came to be in her rooms. 

The years after Lucius’ disappearance she understood more and more how much he had meant to her, what would’ve been if he was still here, how different her life would have been. The items meant everything to her, for they were her last real connection to Lucius. 

“You know, I would always be missing some items from my jewellery boxes when Lucius went out into the city. Or sometimes it was servants who reported missing items from the halls.” Lucilla said as she stood in the doorframe, admiring the young woman who had a bright green gemstone pressed against her chest. “It didn’t take long before I found out it was Lucius who took them. I followed him into the city, to the markets where I saw him giving you something. I watched as you took out a gold butterfly and smiled brightly. I never said a thing about the missing items, and often I laid out things for him to find and take.” Slowly she walked into the room and stood beside [Name] “He really loved you.”

The young girl nodded. 

“What is bothering you, daughter?” Lucilla took one of her hands, holding it tightly as she searched her stepdaughter's eyes. They were filled with sorrow, her whole face portrayed it. She felt [Name] grip her hand as she stared at her. 

“The Numidian barbarian I watched fight at the Emperors’ gathering…” she shook her head, looking down at the green stone in her hand. 

Even when all hope seems lost, know it will return. Little wise Lucius Verus’ words from when he gave her this stone rang through her head.

“Curls as blonde as your own, eyes as blue as the heavens.” Lucilla’s eyes were still on her, “The only thing I could think of when I saw him was Lucius. He recited Virgil; The gates of hell are open night and day, smooth is the descent, and easy is the way… Lucilla, you mustn't think of me as crazy.” 

She felt the elder woman tighten her grip on her hand as she slowly pulled her along. They walked through the halls, crossed the courtyard, and entered the secret door that led to Lucius his former chambers. [Name] had only been there once or twice, years and years ago. 

Lucilla stood still as she looked up, where drawings and words decorated the walls. [Name] followed her gaze, eyes widening upon realization. The words laid right in front of her, the exact words the blue eyed barbarian had recited. 

The gates of hell are open night and day, smooth is the descent, and easy is the way. But to come back from hell, and view the cheerful skies, in this the task and mighty labor lies. 

“General Justus Acacius, and with him his daughter [Name] and his wife, Lucilla! The daughter of Emperor Marcus Aurelius! 

[Name] entered the Emperor's box in the Colosseum behind her father and Lucilla, hearing the people cheer for her father as they were introduced. It would forever surprise her how loud, and how massive the place was. She did not attend the games often, for it was known the bloodshed often fell bad on her stomach, but now, she felt like she needed to attend. 

She took her seat next to Lucilla as her father spoke to the citizens. His voice rang through the crowd as they chanted his name. She saw Emperor Geta look in her direction, smiling wickedly when he caught her eyes before turning back around. 

As the announcer spoke up again, the doors opened and the first gladiators came out. [Name] held her breath in fear as she looked among them. Her hand was interlinked with Lucilla’s, who saw him before she did and tightened her hand so hard her knuckles turned white. She followed her stepmother's gaze, and her eyes landed on the blue eyed barbarian once again and she returned the grasp on her stepmother's hand. The gladiator's eyes shifted to hers, and his gaze held familiarity, but before she could react, he had already looked away.

The south doors opened and in came the Emperor's prized champion. 

“Hail Caesars!” he bellowed and the crowd followed with cheers and chants. 

The two women up in the Emperor's box held their breath as they exchanged a knowing look. A mutual understanding. 

Boo’s echoed through the stadium, cheers encouraged the gladiators, excitement buzzed and the emperors grew more blood thirsty every time a gladiator dodged the massive rhino. 

When the blue eyed barbarian thrusted his sword down into the sand, and bent down to grab two fistfuls of sand she heard Lucilla breathe out a shuddering breath as she looked at him in curiosity and confusion.

The rhino crashed into the wall of the arena, causing a stir in the crowd and the Emperors rushed to the railing to see what happened like two little boys. A fight broke loose, the rider of the rhino and the barbarian fought. The upper hand going to the rider of the rhino, he kicked and threw the barbarian around and Emperor Geta spoke up.

“Brother, it’s that poet, is it not?” he spoke as he watched his brother sit back down with the excuse of not knowing. “The gates of hell are open night and day… Smooth is… I forgot… Smooth the…”

“Smooth is the descent, easy is the way.” 

Below, the fight was still going, clouds of dust rising up in the arena as the crowds chanted for mercy. The chants turned into roars of excitement as the Emperor granted mercy in the name of the Gods. “No mercy!” the barbarian yelled, looking up to the box as he rested on one knee. “I would rather face your blade, than accept Roman mercy!” With that he stood up as the rhino rider charged for him again. 

It happened in the blink of an eye as he rolled around and sliced his sword into his chest, watching how he fell to his knees as he cradled the wound. Now the crowds chanted for the kill, and the barbarian complied. The crowds were loud before, but now they went ballistic, and [Name] was certain all of Rome could hear them chant the gladiator's name. 

“Hanno! Hanno! Hanno!”

The name continued to ring through [Name] her head as they made their way home. Lucilla had seen for herself what [Name] had told her days prior, and she too knew this was her son. Two decades had gone by since she had sent him off for his own safety. Two decades of wondering if her son was still alive, and now he had stood below her, captured in Numidia, fighting on the same ground where his father died. 

Marcus Acacius was now looking at two distressed women. The two women he held closest to his heart, seeming in utter despair as they held their silence. 

“Alright, what is the matter?” he spoke up once they reached the safety of their home, he couldn’t pretend any longer. He watched as the two women exchanged a glance, then stared confused as Lucilla ordered the servants out of the room. 

“Lucius is alive,” [Name] started and her father looked at her with widened eyes. Her eyes were cast down on the stones at their feet, hand wrapped around the golden necklace at her neck. 

Acacius looked at his wife who nodded, “He’s alive.” 

He closed his eyes, his memories instantly snapping back to the young prince he once knew as his future son-in-law. The small, blonde boy with eyes as bright as the heavens.

“You are certain?”

“Yes, I know my son.”

[Name] her father sat down, looking at her. The tears were gathering in her eyes, she had mourned that boy greatly for many years. For a while she had refused to marry her first husband, saying it felt wrong, knowing she was still promised to another. She had prayed to the gods, prayed for his safety, prayed for his safe return to Rome, and now it seemed it had become reality. 

“Father, I knew it was him when I watched him fight at the Emperors’ gathering. His reaction to seeing me was enough to prove my suspicions.” she met her fathers eyes, walking toward him and taking one of his hands in hers. “I know of your plans. I overheard the conversations with the senators. The dream of Marcus Aurelius. With Lucius alive, those two ginger maniacs have less claim to the empire. Please allow me to speak to him, get him to work with us. Fortuna won’t tell a soul if I ask her, she is like a sister to me and she owes me a favor.” 

If Lucius Verus was truly alive, and back in Rome, that would change everything. Their plans to overthrow the Emperors would be easier with a male heir, the heir of Emperor Commodus, Lucilla knew that too. So Acacius nodded at his daughter, whose teary eyes turned into a smile as she embraced her father. 

“Thank you, father.” 

Once she stopped in front of the gates to the place Marcinius kept his gladiators, she slipped off her horse. Her fathers personal guard stood at a distance, ensuring her safety on the road. She walked to one of the sides, looking for the window she knew too well and when she did she called out.

“Fortuna!” It was soft, but loud enough for the other woman to poke her head out of the window. She nodded and disappeared again before appearing at the side gate leading to her and her fathers house. 

“I want to see the gladiator Hanno.”

Her friend looked at her in shock but grinned as she took her hand and led her through the now dark courtyard. She was never more thankful for her friend as she opened the cell and let her in, standing on the lookout not far away.

“So, you’re the barbarian from Numidia.” [Name] spoke as she looked at the gladiators back. He wore no shirt and she could see the scars and wounds on his toned back. “Hanno, no?”

He turned around when she called his name, eyes once more growing in surprise as he saw her.

“My lady, yes.” he said, eyes tracing her whole form. From her dark blue dress to her dark robe, and the singular gold necklace, it was different as opposed to the light colors and many jewellery items she wore when he had first seen her. “What do you need from me?”

She studied his eyes, he was much closer now than he’d been in the last few days. The moon light shone in through the high barred window and fell on his face.

She took off her necklace and she held it up in front of his face. “Do you know who this is?” she spoke as the coin shimmered in the moonlight, illuminating the face on it. 

LUCIUS VERUS II it read around the face. 

“Lucius Verus the second?” Hanno spoke, reading it off the coin. 

“You can read, you know Virgil, I’ve been informed you know Roman history, you fight like-” fought exactly like the boy she used to watch as he parred with his guards. “Like a trained Roman swordsman. You are no Numidian, so don’t pretend to be one, Lucius.” 

He raised his brows at her, at her choice of words, at the name she called him. A cocky smile adorned his face as he took a daring step forward, his smile widening when she didn’t move back, instead only straightening her back and raising her chin to look at him.

“Whoever you think I am, you are wrong.” Hanno bent down a little, towering over her as she held his fierce gaze.

She reached into the pocket of her cloak, her fingers wrapping around the cold stone as she brought it out.

“Nineteen summers ago, I got this sapphire from my betrothed, the young prince Lucius Verus. When he gave it to me he said the words; even when all hope seems lost, know it will return. Not long later after that he disappeared. Whether he knew it then or not, he would be our hope in the future. He is our hope now. Not only to save Rome from the rule it is now under, but also to bring the dream of Marcus Aurelius to reality.”

Hanno looked at her, something in his gaze changed as he stood straight again. His gaze fell to the small treasures in her hand. 

“You carry the face of a missing prince around your neck? How your husband must like that.” he scoffed as he turned his back to her once more.

“He was a dear friend, and a great loss not only to me, but his mother too. I loved the prince, with my entire heart. I still do.”

That had Hanno turning his head around, looking at her as she turned to leave the cell before turning her own face back to him. 

“Lucius Verus is our last hope. Stay alive gladiator.” 

“Wait,” Hanno turned back around and took a big step forward, she could feel his warm breath on her neck. “Why? Why do you think I am your precious prince.”

[Name] turned around to face him, her brows furrowed at his choice of words, his arrogant, nearly mocking tone. She looked at the necklace that was dangling between them. 

“The gods have damned me, but that does not mean I forget the ones I love. Some things do not change, can not change. You have three birthmarks on the left side of your neck. Along with a scar covering both of your calves from the same sword strike from when you insisted on practicing with real swords with your uncle, Emperor Commodus.” She reached a hand up to his neck, lightly touching the three birthmarks before trailing behind him, and sure enough, the white lines covering his calves stood out among his toned skin. “The gates of hell are open night and day. Smooth is the descent and easy is the way. Those are the lines written on the walls of your childhood bedroom. I can go on, but I knew it was you from the first moment we made eye contact at the Emperors’ gathering.” she finished as she circled back in front of him.

Hanno looked at her with wide eyes, his breathing heavy. He had not counted on being recognised that easily. Hell, he had not even counted on seeing her. His eyes darted between hers before they fell on her soft, plush lips. All those years and she still remembered the smallest things about him, carrying his face around her neck, close to her heart. Kept the trinkets he had gifted her all those years ago. She risked her life coming here just to seek confirmation of what she already knew.

“We-”

He pressed his lips against her own, his worn and scarred hands coming up to cup her face as she returned the kiss. Her hands moved to his chest, one pulling him closer by the back of his neck as the other felt his heart go crazy below his skin. The kiss was slow but rough as one of his hands travelled to her lower back and pulled her body closer to his. 

They broke apart when they heard soft footsteps approaching. They looked to the door of the cell to see Fortuna motioning it was time for [Name] to go. 

[Name], who still held the gold necklace in her hand, looked up at the man before her. She reached for the necklace with her other hand before moving them around Hanno’s neck and locking it. 

“Remember who you are, and remember what is rightfully yours.” she cupped his cheek and he leaned down to touch his forehead to hers. “Stay alive, Lucius.”

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[forchosangwoo]

i love him sm i want him to hurt me lowk

[icybomblvr]

Oscar piastri the man that you are

[jjaehyunnxie]

"Look what you did to me"

manager!reader x idol!haechan, where Haechan fucks his manager in the car while the members grab food from the gas station.

! MDNI, voyeur, risky, unprotected (pls don't), hyuck talks kinda a lot

You didn’t imagine you’d find yourself in such a situation. Crammed, frozen still, trying your best not to move.

The road was fairly smooth at first. Maybe a few small bumps here and there, earning a faint whimper from Haechan who was squirm under you. Still, nothing too out of the ordinary.

When you exited the city and entered the areas where the roads weren’t fully paved, the bumps got more and more drastic. They were making you involuntarily jump and grind on Haechan’s obvious bulge poking your ass.

He was the one who insisted you sit on his lap when—by a weird coincidence—all the seats, that were usually empty, were taken up by useless junk Haechan decided to carry with him on tour. He was never the type to pack an abnormal amount of stuff, so it was all the more obvious that he did all of this on purpose.

To be fair, he always gave you slight glances, touches lingered on you for a moment too long, hands trying to find any opportunity to land on you. He had his eye on you ever since you were hired as a trainee manager only a few months ago. Something about seeing you so quick to help everyone, so worried to not get in the way of anyone, so…obedient. You were just Haechan’s type.

And he was just your type. He never missed the inappropriate glances you gave him, the way you always laughed at his jokes or how you always sat next to him at team dinners, knowing that he'll always be the one to take you home after passing out from drinking.

A fairly loud moan escapes his lips. Thankfully, the members all either had their headphones on or were fast asleep.

“I’m sorry, Hyuck…Let me��“ you try to shift your position, maybe sit in a way where it’s not entirely on his aching bulge. But his hands are quick to hold your hips still.

“Don’t move. Just…stay like this.” His voice was shaky, but you couldn’t figure out if it was because his breathing was unstable or because the car was moving so much.

Jisung, who was sitting next to Haechan, wakes up from his nap. He taps Hyuck's shoulder, “Hyung. I’m kind of hungry. Can’t we stop at a gas station for some food?” he says with a low and sleepy voice.

“Huh? Uh, yeah, sure. Tell Mark.” he answers, a bit taken aback.

Jisung nods and gets up, going to Mark to tell him he’s hungry and soon enough, the driver finds a gas station, stopping for a few minutes. Everyone exits the car, yet Haechan’s fingers were still digging into your hips, his eyes closed as he tried to take in your warmth which was so close to his painfully hard errection.

"Fucking hell, yn. Look what you did to me..." he groans in your ear, hands slowly guiding your hips so you grind on him.

You gasp, mouth opening to say something but he's quick to shut you up, covering your mouth. "Shh...You don't want the others finding out about this, do you?"

You shake your head, trying to fight back the growing arousal in your pants. "Getting wet, huh? You love this, don't you?" he didn't even need to continue moving your hips, they were moving on their own.

His fingers were quick to unbutton your jeans and pull them down, groaning at your heat. "Fuck, you're such a tease. Been thinking all 'bout you today, you know that?"

"Hyuck..!" You whisper when you feel his tip poke at your entrance. Your excitement couldn't be more obvious as your juices dripped all over his length.

"What's wrong? You don't want this? You're drooling all over me, though. Just say it. If you don't want it, then tell me to stop." his words were driving you crazy as he rubbed his tip back and forth on your slit.

"Don't stop...Fuck, please. Keep going." you beg pathetically.

Without a warning he slides his length in, stretching you out deliciously. His face digs in the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around you, thrusting upwards into you at a steady place. Lips licking at your skin and faint desperate whimpers right against your ear. It felt like he was already reaching his climax when his pace picked up speed.

Your moans get louder but his hand is quick to grip at your neck, choking your sounds as his hips drill into you. "That's right, baby. Clench onto me - fuckk...Gonna cum in your pussy. You can take it, right? You'll take it like the good girl you are." he rambles, cock twitching as it drags on your walls.

With a few more thrusts, he cums into you, filling you up and leaving you trembling and shivering from your own orgasm. When he notices the members making their way back to the car, he quickly pulls out, buttoning your jeans back and whispering mischievously in your ear. "Keep that cum in your cute pussy until we get there. Okay, princess?"

[mermaidgirl30]

✨I’ve Got You, Baby Girl✨

A/N: This has been on my mind a lot this week after a rough week of cramps. This one is for all my girlies that need some extra love and care on their periods. Thank you @mountainsandmayhem and @littlevenicebitch69 for encouraging me to write it 🥰

Summary: After suffering all day alone with cramps, Joel comes home from work to take care of you and gives you exactly what you need.

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: Joel comforts you, oral receiving (fem), orgasm, Joel goes down on you on your period, sweet pet names, Joel in love

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The warm sun glows through the sheer curtains, the velvet blanket draped loosely over your legs as you hug the heating pad to your stomach. Your body aches, your bones crushing together as you hug your knees to your chest. You hate this time of month, hate the awful cramps, hate having to stay in bed all day. It was the worst time of every month. Your period.

You can feel Joel walk into the room, his large presence hovering through the door as you feel immediate relief that he’s home from work early.

“Baby, you doin’ okay? I got worried when you told me you called into work. Can I get you anything?” he asks softly as he walks over to you with his leather work boots scuffing against the hardwood floor.

“Can you get me some water, please?” you ask pathetically as another painful cramp takes over all your senses.

“‘Course, sweetheart. Be right back.”

As he leaves the room, you roll over and pull the blanket off you as your velvet pink shorts barely graze your thighs. Maybe a little water and some air on your sweat covered skin would do you some good.

When he enters back into the room, he comes and sits on the edge of the bed as he hands you a glass of cold water. “Here ya go, sweetheart. Maybe this will help some.”

Your fingers graze his calloused fingers lightly and you smile sweetly as you take the cup and take some sips of refreshing water.

“There ya go, sweetheart,” he coos as he runs his fingers through your messy hair, the feel of his hand instantly soothing you as you relax into his soft touch.

“You’re always so good to me, Joel,” you smile as you set the glass on the edge of the mahogany nightstand and slowly turn to look at his beautiful face. His honey colored eyes staring down at you with nothing but affection as a crooked smile fills his face. He’s always so beautiful, even after a long day at his contracting job.

“Gotta take care of my best girl, don’t I? There’s nothin’ more I wanna do than make sure you’re bein’ taken care of. My perfect girl,” he says sweetly as he runs his thick fingers slowly over your cheek, caressing you in nothing but full affection. He always did know how to completely melt your heart. And he did, every single day.

“How’d I get so lucky?” you sigh as you run your fingers through his salt-and-pepper scruff and stare into warm, brown doe eyes.

“No, how’d I get so lucky is the question,” he chuckles as he rubs the back of your head softly as his other hand skates gently down your arm.

A painful cramp twinges in your gut, and you whine out in pain as you clamp down on Joel’s wrist, your long nails digging into his tanned skin as you call out his name in a plea.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m right here, baby girl. I’ve got you,” he says as he pulls a strand of hair across your glistening forehead behind your ear and soothes you with a soft kiss against your cheek. “What do you need, pretty girl?”

“I… I don’t know. Just want you here is all,” you mumble as you reach for him, another cramp making you bite your lip as you swallow down the agonizing pain.

“Mmm. I know what you need, baby. I can make those cramps go away.”

“How?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowing together as he gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom.

“Just trust me, okay?” he asks as he comes back with a sandy colored towel, laying it out across the end of the bed.

“Joel,” you warn, your eyes sinking to the soft towel at your feet. You know what he’s planning now, and it makes your insides churn with both embarrassment and pure desire.

“C’mon, baby. I know how to soothe those cramps. This is what you need, even if you’re afraid of askin’ for it out loud. I know, sweetheart. I always know,” he smiles as the crow’s feet pull at the edges of his honey eyes. He’s always so handsome.

“But… but I’m bleeding. I’m not… I’m not…”

“You’re not what, baby? C’mon. You think a little blood bothers me?” he asks with one eyebrow cocked up, a smirk playing on his lips as his brown eyes stare down at you affectionately.

“Oh, I don’t know. Most guys don’t want…”

“I’m not most guys, sweetheart. Now c’mere. Let me take care of those cramps.”

He slides you down to the end of the bed and settles you right over the towel as your legs hang off the bed, your eyebrows knitting together as you close your eyes and cringe for what he’ll see under the short shorts.

“Hey. Open your eyes for me. You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart. It’s just your period. You’re still as beautiful as ever. Don’t gotta hide from me, sweet girl,” he purrs as you open your eyes and stare wide-eyed at him. He’s so soft, so caring. You just love him so much.

You let him pull your shorts off, your lacy underwear coming off next as you lie bare before him with your heart beating a thousand miles an hour in your chest. He doesn’t shy away, doesn’t cringe as he takes in all your body, your legs shaking slightly as you hold your breath and watch the way he lovingly looks at you.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?” he asks as he pulls you forward and hooks your legs around his broad back as he gets on his knees and slowly glides his calloused fingers against your inner thighs.

“You make me feel beautiful, Joel,” you say in awe as he gently blows over your center, his nose softly grazing your curls as he hovers his lips right above your folds.

You tense your legs up around him, and he pushes down slightly on your lower stomach to calm you down. “Hey, relax. Let me make you feel better, okay?” he asks with gentle words, his husky voice echoing off the glowing walls as you nod your head in reply.

“Okay,” you agree.

“You ready?” he asks before his lips drop down on you.

“Mhm,” you hum as you try to relax your weight against him.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Just relax, breathe. Let me take those cramps away,” he coos. And then his mouth sinks down against you.

His tongue gently slides up and down your folds, his calloused fingers spreading you as he finds his way to your clit and swirls slowly as you feel your cramps already easing from his soft tongue on your most sensitive part of your body.

“Oh,” you moan as you twist your fingers through his tousled curls and catch him groan against the feel of you.

“There ya go, baby. Just relax. Let it all out. I’ve got you,” he coos before he dives back down and sucks your throbbing bundle of nerves into his needy mouth.

Your body writhes against him as he holds one hand down softly against the base of your stomach, the other holding your thigh down as he laps a thick strip from your dripping hole all the way to the top of your clit, dragging a tinge of blood down his throat as he drinks you down.

It’s almost an animalistic sight of him lapping you down on your period, but it’s also so fucking hot. No other man that you know would do this for you, but Joel does. He’d do absolutely anything for you. And this was one way of him showing you just that.

You feel your insides clench up as he draws slow circles over your clit, a burning feeling caking your insides as you feel your orgasm about to break. You’re already so close, his experienced tongue always making you feel so good.

“Joel,” you whine as you clench your legs around him and fist your fingers through his messy curls.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Come for me. It’s okay. Go on. Wanna make all those cramps disappear,” he murmurs as he pulls your glistening clit back into his mouth.

You feel the pressure building in your spine, feel the tingling sensations slide down your body as white hot heat starts to spill down your insides. Three more meticulous licks to your clit and you’re done for.

“Joelll, I’m coming,” you moan as you clench up over nothing and feel hot liquid pool down your thighs, your cramps no more as you ride out your blissful high of a sweet orgasm.

“There ya go. Such a good girl,” he praises as he laps up every single drop of slick between your thighs, your heart tearing at the seams as you stare lovingly down at the man that just gave you your sweet release that you so desperately needed.

You see the shine of your slick against the scruff of his beard as he gently cleans off your inner thighs and messy pussy, making sure to be thorough with his hands. He slides your underwear and shorts back on and drops the towel to the floor in a heap as he scoops you into his strong arms, bringing you back to the head of the bed as he holds you tight against his broad chest.

“You feel any better?” he asks as he kisses you gently against your cheek as his fingers run softly through your hair.

“Much better,” you smile as you place your hand on top of his and curl your fingers around his.

“Good. I love you, baby,” he purrs into the shell of your ear as you turn and lock your lips against his, letting the warmth from his plush lips fill you with nothing but peace and longing.

When you break the kiss, you whisper back to him, “And I love you, Joel Miller.”

He kisses your forehead softly and pulls you back against his warm chest. “Go to sleep, baby girl. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You close your eyes and let the warmth from his tanned skin flood your senses. This is home. He is home, and you never want to be anywhere else but in his loving arms.

Tags: @keylimebeag @msjarvis @princesatracionera @rav3n-pascal22 @syd-djarin @lotusbxtch @laurrrra @sheepdogchick3 @casa-boiardi @pedrostories @whitewolfstar01

[cherrywitchgirl]

john price leaves your juices on his mustache so he can taste you all day, i can’t make this up.

[thisisntmattsturniolo]

hide and seek

summary - you and your friends play a game of hide and seek, but since you and matt can’t find a hiding spot, you end up hiding together.

contains - sub!matt x poc!reader, drug use (on that good kush and alc) oral (m receiving) pet names, semi - public, swearing , no p in v, praise kink, lowercase, no use of y/n.

somewhat proofread

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we were all in the living room, it was around 2am . me , the triplets, madi , and nate. we were all passing the blunt around under the dim lights, the only things that were noticeable were their low bloodshot eyes and the low music playing in the back.

“guys…” nick slurred out “ we should totally play hide and seek in the dark, plus were high. you know how much fun this might be.” he exclaimed “nick are you serious” chris scoffed “what are we? in fucking kindergarten?” “no motherfucker, im just saying we should because were sitting here like mannequins passing a fucking joint and high out of our minds.” nick yapped while chris paid no attention to him.

“i mean im down” nate said . madi and i agreed with nate, while matt just sat there quietly watching the others bicker. after 20 minutes of arguing we all agreed to the game, we all chose nick to be the counter we all ran to our hiding spots as nick went to go turn the lights off.

chris hid upstairs , madi hid in one of the bathrooms , and nate hid in matts room . meanwhile me and matt were trying to find a space to hide, nick was already at 30 since we told him to count to 50. i hid in the nearest closet, matt must of saw me since i somewhat ran to it.

“matt what the fuck are you in here!? this is my-“ i was shut up by him covering my mouth. the closet we were hiding in was somewhat spacious, enough room for the both of us to fit. i was honestly surprised he would be in here with me, but i wasn’t mad, i was just glad it wasn’t chris.

“can you be quiet, do you seriously want to be the first ones found?” he sighed out, not making any eye contact with me. that was the first time he ever spoke to me. i was friends with nick and chris, and yea i talk to them but, i didn’t really talk to matt as much as he never talked to me. i would always catch him staring at me whenever i was talking to chris or nick but i always ignored it, i would also try and start conversations with him but i was always answered with a head nod or nothing.

chris was found first since he doesnt know how to shut up nor sit still. few more minutes past by no one else was found yet, i was genuinely surprised, so i tried to start a another conversation with matt. “on a scale of 1-10, how afraid of ketchup are you?” i blurted out with a giggle as he stared at me with a ‘is she really serious..’ face.

the boy said nothing, just another sigh in response. “y’know matt…” i spoke up a little as my fingers traveled up his tattooed arm, moving closer to him. his breath hitched since my movements were so unsudden, “it’d be better if you started a conversation with me. i think you’re a really handsome boy and i think we’d get along great..” i whispered in his ear as i straddled on top of him, wrapping my hands behind his neck, his hands shot to my waist.

our lips ghosted each other as i got closer to his face. i started to kiss his neck down to his collar bone, he let out a low whine as his hips bucked up a little. i felt his buldge against my clothed core, but i ignored it. i kissed my way back up to his neck, cupping his jaw and pecking a kiss on his soft pink lips.

he pulled me back into the kiss, it was a slow passionate kiss. i slightly rocked my hips causing him to groan. “please..” he pulled away from the kiss looking down. “please what matthew?” i asked him softly, slowly grinding hips on him. “i need you..” he said quietly.

my fingers traveled down his shirt to his sweatpants, fidgeting with the strings above his buldge. he bucked his hips up, practically begging for my touch. my fingers crept up to the waistband of his sweats, slightly tugging at them. he nodded his head slowly in approval, i pulled sweats and boxers down briefly to his thighs. he winced at the cool air that brushed against his tip, letting out a small whine.

“you’re such a pretty boy matthew.. it’s such a shame you don’t really talk to me, i’d like to get to know you better..” i huffed out as i placed one hand on his shaft, moving it up and down. the brunette let out a audible moan, throwing his head back onto the wall behind him. “fuck baby please..” he grumbled bucking his hips into my hand. “need your mouth.. s’bad, please..” he began to whine.

i began to duck my head down to level with his dick. his hands traveled to my hair, tangling his fingers between each curl. i gave his tip a few kitten licks, his grip on my head began to slightly tighten. he let out a breathy moan before looking down at me. “if you make any noise i’ll stop and you’ll half to finish on your own. got it?” i made myself clear, i honestly didn’t want this moment to be over. the boy shook his head rapidly in response.

i gave his tip another kitten lick before swallowing it whole. pumping the rest i couldn’t fit into my mouth. his grip on my hair tightened as he threw his head down with his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed, “you’re doing so good for me matt. it would be such a shame if someone caught us, wouldn’t t it?” i teased, small whines and whimpers came from his mouth. i shot him a quick warning look and he perched his mouth shut.

“shitt..oh f-fuck..you’re s’good baby..” he was just blabbering words at this point, nothing but swear words and whimpers left the boy’s mouth. he repeatedly covered his mouth to contain the whines and whimpers that were spilling out. “‘m close..please..” he warned, as his chest began to rise and fall rapidly. his cock begin to twitch, signaling he was close. i swirled my tongue around his tip, giving it light, sloppy kisses. white ribbon like ropes shot out into my mouth. “you’re so good f’me baby..” he mumbled under his breath.

he pulled me in for another kiss but it was sloppier than before. kissing me like there was no tomorrow. he pulled me onto his lap, my clothed cunt grinding against his somewhat still hard on. i was honestly soaked at this point. his whines spilled into my mouth, causing me to smile a little in the kiss. i pulled away when i heard multiple footsteps passed by the closet and mumbling voices indicating everyone was near by. we were both hot and sweaty, out of breath, and everything was out of place.

i cleaned myself up before cleaning him up since he was clearly tired. i laid a kiss on his temple before getting up to open the door. “can you stay here for a bit..” matt asked with a slight crack in his voice, almost sounding embarrassed. “matt why would you wanna-“ i was cut off by nick opening the closet door. “now how the fuck did i not find you, and why is matt in here?” “and why is your hair fucked up” chris added as he stood behind nick.

shit.

@sturnsslut @vampsturns @chr7svv @luvmatt @sturnsgirl @lovesturns @chrissslut

[obsesssedblerd]

suguru geto gently puts his hand around your throat while he's making out with you btw

[onesmolbean49]

The new Team Up Mission has blessed us with ponytail Toshinori, so I HAD to draw him!!!💛

[f1shstticks]

older stuff from priv ( racer ellis and teen ellis ) idk im out of drawinf ideas besides drawing my ocs help

[gaycragula]

Go Fuck Yourself, Graves

Pairing: Phillip Graves x Male Reader Warning(s): 18+/NSFW under the cut

Warning(s): multiple orgasms, top reader, bottom graves, semi public sex, mentions of voyeurism, graves gets off to the though, overstimulation, friends to lovers :], confessions at the end Word Count: 4211 AO3 Link Account Navigation I need him on my dick so bad omg

“Come on, Phillip,” you groaned, rubbing at your forehead where a headache had begun to blossom. “You can’t tell me it’s not a good idea.”

“I can and I have, Lieutenant,” your dearest commander retorts back. He’s kicked back in his chair, looking at you with disdain. He had listened to your little idea, waiting for you to finish it before giving you your answer. No. It was all he had said and it irked you.

“Give me a reason,” you say, leaning forward on his desk so you were eye level with him. There was a fire he didn’t see often in your eyes as you glare at him. Were you trying to intimidate him?

You were lucky you were you Graves thought to himself, eyeing you down. You were his right hand man. His best friend even. If you’d been anyone else talking to him like this, even looking at him the way you were, he would’ve executed them on the spot. 

Graves hummed, squinting like he was thinking before shaking his head. “I said no. You’re pushin’ your luck,” he says your name with such disdain. You roll your eyes, scratching at your neck as you kick your chair away from his desk.

The huff you let out was nothing short of aggravated and annoyed as you stood straight, pushing your hair out of your face. The sly smirk Graves had on his face was proof enough that he enjoyed what he did to you. “Go fuck yourself, Graves,” you mumbled as you turned to leave,  

“Do it yourself,” he had instinctively taunted back. He caught you at a bad time it seems. Pent up with frustration and not having masturbated in almost 2 weeks.

You had stopped where you stood. “Is that a request, sir?” You ask, turning slightly to watch Graves’ reaction. 

“What?” He sat up in his chair, eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “Repeat that soldier.”

“Was it a request, commander?” You repeat, turning completely to lean forward on his desk again. “Or was it an order, sir?” You spit out the honorific and it has Graves’ cock jumping in interest.

A red blush spread across his cheeks as he sputtered on whatever he was trying to say. You kept eye contact with him for a moment before standing up. Graves swallowed as you walked around his desk.

His hands came up to grab your arms as you turned his chair around to face you. “Is it?” You ask again, pushing his chair back against his desk. 

“If it is?” His voice is barely above a whisper, his words shaky as he tried to maintain some control. He didn’t want you to have the total satisfaction of breaking him down. As if he had a chance.

“I’ve never been one to be insubordinate, sir,” you whisper in his ear. It was a lie, you both knew that. That didn’t stop Graves’ breath from hitching or his hips from jerking in his chair. He almost moaned aloud when your lips ghosted over his jaw. “Do you want me to fuck you, Commander?”

The grip on your arms tightened and the whine Graves gave you was sinful. “Please.”

He arched into you as you tilt his head back, dragging your teeth down the front of his neck. The moan he let out vibrated in his throat and you were eager to feel more. Your tongue lathed over his Adam's apple and you could barely keep in your chuckle as you felt it bob.

You turned his face away from you, following his jawline to the spot where his jaw met his neck. He was letting quiet, breathy moans out as you trailed down his neck.

He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle himself as you sank your teeth into his neck. You pulled back from his neck, admiring the mark for a moment with a smug smile. A glance to his face had you feeling even more smug. His eyes were lidded, looking at you in his peripheral. His chest heaved with each shaky breath he took. 

You turn his face back towards you, ghosting your lips over his before connecting them in a slow kiss. It drove Graves wild. He drowned in your taste, chasing your lips when you pulled back. He couldn’t hold back the whine when you turned your head just enough for him to miss your lips.

His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth before he dipped to your neck. You wrapped a hand around the back of his head, sighing quietly as you let him enjoy the momentary control he had. He nudged your jaw with his nose, pushing your head to the side to get better access before he was nipping at the tender flesh. 

You tangled your hand into his hair, almost missing the soft gasp he let out against your skin. Your fingers ran over his scalp, bringing a lovely shudder from your commander. A gentle tug on his hair got him away from your neck long enough for you to tell him to get out of his chair. 

He did so without complaint. 

You turned him around, clearing off a small area of his desk before pushing him down against it. His chest was flat against the dark wood, arms cushioning his head, his legs spread just wide enough for you to fit between them. That pretty little ass on perfect display for you.

Graves tried to relax as much as he could, trying to ignore the shaking in his legs. He’d been so pent up as of late. Every touch you gave him fueled the fire in his stomach.

You pushed his shirt up, revealing the tanned skin of his back. A shiver racked his body when your hand ran down his spine before it branched across the expanse of his back. He let out a breath as you traced over scars he’d acquired over the years. 

Your touches were tickling, simply ghosting over his skin. You admired him, watching his muscles flex under your fingers as you brush over his lower back. 

It drove him wild, your gentle touch. He’d known you to be rougher. Your grips on the field just bordering on painful when you help someone, pulling them behind cover, helping them up. Even touching someone in passing, you were more forceful than what was necessary. He’d been on the receiving end many times.

So to have your hands on him in such a gentle manner, almost like you would hurt him if you were anything else, had him keening, his heels digging into the floor to stabilize himself. 

Your thumb pressed into his spine, traveling down the length of his back with juuust the right amount of pressure. “You’re tense, sir,” you say. Your voice is just as gentle as your touch and it has Graves jolting from his thoughts. His back twitches in response.

“I’m just pent up,” he lies through gritted teeth. He can tell you don’t believe him but you don’t push for the truth as you wrap your hands around his waist to undo his belt. You drop his belt in his chair behind you, your hands making quick work to get his pants undone and halfway down his thighs. He’s already half hard, his cock twitching as cool air meets his skin.

Graves gasped as he felt your lips press against his spine. Your kisses trailed down his back, stopping right at his tailbone. He expected you to pull away then;  what he didn’t expect was the nip to the flesh of one of his ass cheeks. 

He gasped your name as he looked over his shoulder. You’d gotten on your knees behind him, your fingers digging into the soft, pliable flesh of his thighs. Your lips drag down his thigh, leaving fire in their wake. The muscles of his thighs flex under your touch, goosebumps rising to his skin as you continue your ministrations. You take a moment to suck a hickey on his inner thigh, pressing kisses over it before you continue.

The prettiest little whimpers fell from Graves as he buried his face back into the crook of his arm. You trail back up his thigh, over his cheek before Graves feels your breath fan right over his hole. You see his back tense at the feeling and you’re running your hands over the back of his thighs.

“Relax,” you whisper, waiting until the commander does so before running your tongue over his hole. The sound that comes from his mouth is absolutely pathetic. A loud, drawn out whine falls from his lips. He feels you smile against him before you’re spreading his cheeks to gain better access. 

His boots squeak below you as he tries to steady his shaky legs. You’re of no help as you tongue at his ass, your hands gentle as they continue to run up and down his thighs. He almost shouts as you suddenly dig your nails into his skin, dragging them down his flesh. Marking him, he realized with a moan, burying his face in his arms. You pull away from him momentarily to catch your breath before you’re back on him.

Your tongue presses into him and he moans, the sound muffled by his arm. He’s startled by the way you eat him out- like a man starved. He bites into his arm to further muffle himself, absolutely embarrassed at how good having your tongue in him feels. 

One hand cups his balls and you feel him jerk above you. You hum against him, patting his thigh as you fondle his balls. He’s panting into his arm, the stimulation making his mind go blank. All he can think about is your tongue and your hands on him.

He’s embarrassed at the whine that tears from his throat as you pull your tongue away from him, kissing back up his spine as you stand up. “Lube?” You ask.

“Second drawer under the manilla folder,” he responds, glancing back at you over his shoulder as you rummage through said drawer. He hears you let out a triumphant huff and the click of a lid before the bottle comes into view. You douse your fingers with a generous amount, rubbing the stuff between your fingers to warm it up a bit before pressing one digit against Graves’ saliva slicked hole.

Your clean hand caresses his lower back as you spread the cool liquid around his hole. Graves can’t help but to relax at the touch, trying to shift his hips in a way that will get you to dip your finger inside. The chuckle you give has him shivering. “Please,” he whispers, looking at you with those gorgeous eyes of his.

The tip of your finger breaches him and he keens, eyes fluttering shut. You work your finger in slowly, fucking it into him until you’re knuckle deep in him. He reacts so pretty as you crook your finger in search of the little bundle of nerves. 

You know you’ve found it when Graves’ body tenses and his breath catches in his chest. “That feel good?” You hum, massaging the spot to see his reaction. He nods eagerly, panting as you bully his poor prostate. 

Even with your fingers inside of him, you were gentle. Your brushes against his prostate were soft, just hard enough for him to get a jolt of pleasure with each pass. You have him drooling on his sleeves with just one finger.

The second finger prods at his hole. “Ready?” You ask, smoothing your hand over his lower back. He nods, taking a deep breath as you worm the second inside. The stretch is pleasant, Graves thinks, moving his hips to grind back against your fingers. You allow him to do so, leaning down to litter his still clothed upper back with kisses.

You stretch him open slowly, taking your time so as to not hurt him. Going slow like this lets you hone in on the shaky inhales, quiet hiccups, and muffled moans Graves is gracing your ears with. You take an agonizingly slow pass over his prostate with your fingers. You swear you could’ve come in your pants as Graves draws out your name in a moan, a big glob of precum dribbling from his cock into his boxers.

A third finger was quick to join and you were watching in fascination and Graves’ ass hungrily sucked in your fingers. He stretched so nicely, you smile as you hold him open for a few seconds, simply watching the way he twitched around you. 

Soon, Graves was babbling about wanting more, needing more. “Your cock. Please.”

Who were you to deny your commander?

You remove your fingers, biting back a grin as you see him clench down on nothing. Graves is watching you over his shoulder, watching you with those pretty eyes as you undo your belt, setting it with Graves’ in his chair. You undo your pants just enough to pull your cock out. 

Graves’ eyes widen in anticipation. You’re going to fill him so nicely. His eyes never leave you as you lube yourself up, letting out quiet sighs as you finally give your neglected cock some stimulation.

You press your tip against him, watching as he gives a whole body shudder at the feeling- the thought of being filled. You tease him just a moment longer, pressing the head of your cock in for just a moment before pulling out again.

He curses you, just loud enough for you to hear. “Bastard.”

You give him an amused chuckle as you begin to slowly push into the blonde. He arches off the desk with a loud moan. He was right. You’re not even all the way in and he feels so full. You can hear him panting below you, hissing in pain when you would push in just a little too fast.

His sounds of discomfort were met with quiet apologies and a pausing of your movements until he gave you to go ahead.

Your breath shook as you finally bottomed out. Your hips pressed against his and the keening whine Graves let out was nothing short of addicting. Your body draped over his, hands planted firmly on the desk on either side of his shoulders. Your lips pressing short kisses behind his ear as you wait for him to adjust.

He’s tight, warm around you. You can’t believe this is happening. You don’t know how long you’d been crushing on the blonde. Years; you know that. You’d been working by his side for close to 6 years. Knew him before that for a few years- long enough for him to trust you to be his right hand man. 

 Each twitch of your hips has him clenching around you. “Don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, sir,” you whisper, your voice low, barely audible over the thrum of his heart in his ears. 

If the way he tenses was any indicator, you think he heard you. You continue.

“Can’t get you out of my head.” 

His legs shift as he arches his back with a moan of your name. You press your nose into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath in. He was wearing your favorite cologne, the scent filling your nose before you were letting a shuddering exhale out.  

“Smell so fuckin’ good.” Your hips draw out slowly and Graves groans. “Y’know the cologne you’re wearing s’my favorite?”

Graves takes a mental note as he shakes his head. He can’t find the words he wants to say, having to settle on a whine of your name and clenching around you. “Feel so good around me,” you praise, lowering to your forearms to drag your lips across his cheek, right over the scar he has.

You push back in just as slow, choking on your breath as Graves lets out a strangled moan. He stretches perfectly to accommodate your prick and you find yourself biting your lip as you watch yourself disappear into him. 

“You take me so well. Look at that,” you praise, not missing the sharp inhale Graves gives in response. His face is bright red, the flush extending to his ears and disappearing into his shirt. You litter kisses along his neck where you can reach as you begin to roll your hips into him. You start slow, letting him get used to the feeling.

His hands clench into fists as he gasps with each draw of your hips. He sounds so pretty. His mouth is open in silent gasps. Gentle. Even in his muddled state, he can hear you whispering to him, your lips pressing soft kisses against his skin. It crossed his mind once. Were you making love to him? Some of the other quick fucks he’s had had been rough, quick. Not you. You were taking your time, making sure he was comfortable- not in pain.

It took him begging for you to speed up for you to do so. You waited for him to give you the go ahead. You were desperate to please, speeding up until the quiet sound of your hips hitting his filled the small office. He could hear you letting out your own desperate, though quiet, moans.

It was a dream come true for you.

Graves raises to his forearms before reaching for one of your hands. He interlocks his fingers with yours and pulls it under him, holding it to his chest. You can feel his heartbeat like this. You flush at the action- imagine that. You’re balls deep in your commander, rutting into him like your life depends on it and this is what flusters you.

You let out a barely audible whine before you’re pressing your face into the back of Graves’ neck. A strangled chuckle rumbles in his chest as you press featherlight kisses against his neck. 

“Close,” Graves pants, eyes fluttering shut as his hand squeezes yours. You take your free hand and snake it down his body to fist his cock. He nearly shouts, his hips instinctively shooting forward into your touch. 

He fucks himself back onto your cock before his hips shoot forward, caught between the stimulation your hand granted him and the feeling your cock was giving him. “Stay still, Commander,” you whisper. 

The use of his title paired with your lovelorn? voice has him doing what you say. He fights the urge to seek his own stimulation and you grant him exactly what he needs. Your hand runs over his cock with vigor, a stark contrast to your hips. 

Graves comes in your hand with a hiss, his head lolling forward as you fuck him through his orgasm. You whisper praises against the shell of his ear, slowing the roll of your hips until you’ve stilled in him and he’s gone soft in your hand. “Stop?” You ask, biting back the chuckle as Graves shakes his head almost immediately.

“Please don’t,” he whispers, turning his head in an attempt to catch your lips. You grant them to him, the kiss sloppy as you start moving in him again. His hand squeezes yours hard as he gasps, the overstimulation racking his body with pain. The hand on his dick remains, groping him gently.

You stay slow, watching his body tremble with each draw out. He’s moaning out loud now, the pain bordering pleasure as you brush against his prostate with every other roll of your hips. “Might wanna quiet down. Don’t want everyone to hear you, right sir?” You tease, groaning as Graves tightens around you in response, his own moan giving you your answer.

“Oh? You like that idea?” You pick up the pace a little, enjoying the way Graves hiccups as tears prick at his eyes. “Want one of your shadows to come in? See you like this?”

He can only nod, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the thought. He wants them to know who he belongs to. Your breath is hot against his shoulder and he’s realized you’ve pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck. “Can I bite you?” You ask.

Graves’ cock jumps in interest and you feel it. You can make out the quietest ‘fuck- please’ between his moans and you don’t waste any time sinking your teeth into the tender flesh of his shoulder. It brings a cry from Graves who does nothing to muffle it. You kiss around the mark apologetically before sucking accompanying marks around it. 

He curses lowly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. His cock was hard in your grip and you gave it an experimental squeeze. Graves arched away from you, his hips jerking away from your hand, back onto your cock. “Too much?” 

He nods and you pull away from his cock. You went to wipe your hand off using a nearby towel, stopping when Graves says your name. “Give me your hand,” he whispers and you do as he says, watching intently as he licks your hand clean of his own spend. 

Your hips jerk harshly into his and he gasps. Your now clean hand rests on his hip, holding him as you pound into him. His body shakes with each thrust in, choked moans forced from his mouth. 

You groan lowly, your hips stuttering and you know you’re close. “Where do you want it?” You ask, pressing your lips against his cheek in a wet kiss.

“Inside. Fuck fuck please- Inside.”

You give a few more hard thrusts before you’re hunching over him again, burying yourself as deep as possible as you paint his insides white. Graves barely hears the ‘I love you’ you’ve murmured against his neck before he’s adding to the mess in your hands with a shout, legs finally giving out beneath him as he collapses against his desk. 

It takes a moment for you to catch your breath and even longer to come back from the muddled state your brain was in. He can feel your forehead pressed against his upper back, hear your heaved breaths. Graves didn’t seem to mind, waiting until you’d gone soft inside of him and a little longer until you finally shift behind him. 

You pull your hand from his, using it to hold his waist as you pull yourself out of him, hissing as pain shoots through you from the overstimulation. You reach for the box of tissues, trying your best to get Graves cleaned off before helping him stand upright. He leans into you, looking up at you with lidded eyes. “Think you owe me a shower.”

You weren’t going to say no to that.

—-----

“You don’t tend to be gentle like that,” Graves mentions offhandedly the next morning. You’re sitting in his office again, having brought him a coffee, your own drink sitting in front of you. 

You hum in acknowledgement, leaning back in the chair you’re seated in. “”Would you rather I be rough next time, sir?”

 It’s a genuine question he realizes. But it doesn’t stop Graves from nearly choking on his coffee, sputtering at the thought of a next time. “No no. I enjoyed it. A lot,” he assures, a faint red hue rising to his cheeks as he looks down at a report in front of him. Anything to avoid eye contact with you. “It’s just- you tend to be rougher out on the field. Surprised me is all.”

You offer him a genuine smile. “Force of habit, I suppose, sir. Never been one to get rough during sex.”

Your answer is as genuine as your smile and it brings a quiet laugh from Graves. The sound was like honey to your ears. You feel your heart jump in your chest and a flush rise to your cheeks. 

His chair rolled back from his desk and he got up and walked around to stand in front of you. A reversal of what had happened yesterday. You craned your neck to look up at, tilting your head as he told you to stand up. You did so a moment later. 

Hands found the collar of your shirt and you felt him fumble with it as he fixed it. He smoothed your shirt down before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and pulling you close. You felt his nose brush along your cheek before his lips were on yours. 

Graves smiled against you as you returned the kiss, your hands finding purchase on his hips, your fingers looping in his belt loops, to hold him close. You traded chaste kisses, chasing each other's lips every time the other pulled away. You were breathless, laughing and smiling against each other with each kiss. 

Your foreheads pressed against his as you finally separated long enough to catch your breath. Graves had a pretty pink tint to his face, a smile worming its way across his face as he looked at you. He was so pretty.

His voice broke the silence his office had fallen into. “I love you too,” he whispers, your name following the confession. You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face as you pull him into another, longer kiss.

[lixie-phoria]

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[steve-s-slut]

IT'S UNFAIR TO LOOK THIS HOT 😭