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rip-quizilla · 1 year ago

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1405 Peach Tree Lane

Pairing: Older!Neighbor!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You like to watch your older, tatted shirtless neighbor now his lawn. He likes to watch you laying by your parents’ pool in those swimsuits that make his mouth water. Eventually, the inevitable happens when he invites you across the street for a drink.

Word Count: 8.2K

Tags: 🔥SMUT, modern au, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, slight breeding kink, spitting, light dom/sub, unprotected sex (reader has an iud), oral sex, p in v sex, shower sex, masturbation in a hot tub

(A/N: This is some of the filthiest shit I think I've ever written. You're welcome. Also I was very quick with the proofread, so if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, no you don't.)

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Everyone in the posh gated community of Forest Hills knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane.

The house was beautiful, as were all the houses in the upper-crust neighborhood- but the house wasn’t what people paid attention to.

Every housewife in the neighborhood knew that if they were lucky and timed their morning jog just right, they’d catch a glimpse of the toned, inked-up adonis who lived there while he shirtlessly mowed his lush green lawn.

You might not have done much speaking with the housewives in your parents’ neighborhood, but you knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane- you had a perfect view of its front lawn from your lounge chair by the pool in your parents’ backyard. Luckily for you, all that separated your backyard from 1405 was a short wrought iron fence and a narrow stretch of road.

You didn’t mind living with your parents during the summers you spent home from college; they gave you plenty of freedom and while they were at work during the day, you got to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and soaking up the sun.

As well as soaking up the view of the way that same sunlight glinted off Mr. 1405’s sweaty, ink-riddled skin.

You didn’t speak to him- what would you even say? “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, my favorite part of the day is guessing what your tattoos mean.”? Or maybe, “Hey there neighbor, mind if I count the freckles on your shoulders? It’s for science.”

Eventually, the inevitable happened- he caught you staring.

He didn’t make it awkward, though. In fact, from the way he simply smiled and waved at you, you wondered if he thought your eyes meeting him had just been a coincidence, and you hadn’t been ogling him for the past thirty minutes and some change. You’d smiled back, thankful for your huge sunglasses that hid the way your eyes had widened under his attention, and waved in return.

An even bigger surprise had been that he spoke to you this time.

“That book any good?”

His voice, heavy with labored breathing under the exhaustion from finishing up his lawn work, had caught you completely off guard. You’d laughed nervously, sticking your bookmark between the pages and pushing yourself up from your face-down position on the flattened lounge chair.

“Oh! Ah-ha, uhm, yeah!” you shifted your weight back until you were sitting on spread knees and looking up at the source of the voice. On the other side of your parents’ fence stood Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, sweaty and slightly sunburned on the tops of his shoulders. His curly brown hair had been piled into a messy knot atop his head, and you took note of the details that you hadn’t noticed from far away- a smattering of silver studs that decorated his ears, along with one on his nose. Five o’clock shadow that dusted his jawline. A more detailed view of his tattoos, some of which looked older than others but all of which looked very, very sexy on this man who had so much sex appeal already.

The crinkling of his plastic water bottle as he squeezed about half of it into his mouth filled the silence between you. After a loud gulp he piped up again.

“What’s it about?”

Your brow wrinkled confusedly before you remembered that he had just asked you about your book. “Oh!” you replied dumbly, looking down at the book as if you had completely forgotten that books even existed- looking at him had taken up your entire mental capacity, apparently. “It’s, uh, it’s a memoir! It’s this cool old lady’s life story, she does not hold back, so the narration is pretty hilarious a lot of the time.”

The inked-up Greek god smiled and nodded, eyebrows raising in interest. “That does sound good.” he mused, and his voice took on a slyer tone when he added, “What’s your definition of old, like thirty-five?” He chuckled as if he’d just told a funny joke, but your smile had all but fallen from your face.

“That’s not old,” you replied, not taking the joke, “This author was in her late seventies when she published this book, but even with that being said, this book is just told through such a youthful spirit- it’s easy to forget how old the author is when looking at her words.” You gripped the paperback a little tighter in your sweaty hands. “Plus, old people definitely don’t have the energy to mow their own lawns, and I have a feeling you’re not thirty-five.”

That seemed to catch him off-guard. A surprised laugh escaped him, exploding from his lips before they formed an intrigued grin and his arms crossed over his tattooed chest.

“Oh yeah? How old do I look, then?”

You grinned back, making a show of removing your sunglasses so that you could peer at him with greater focus. “Hmmmmmm…thirty-six?”

Another laugh, this one heartier than the last. “You flatter me, sweetheart.”

God, his voice is like brown sugar.

You tried again. “Forty, then.”

“Older.”

“No way.”

His grin became a smirk. “Are you patronizing me right now?”

You threw up a girl scout salute. “Scout’s honor, I would never.”

He chuckled. “Well, girl scout, I’ll be forty-five next month.”

“I’ll be sure to warn my parents about the rager you’ll be throwing.”

He peered up at your house behind you, like he just now noticed its- and your parents’- existence. “Nah,” he said, “No ragers for me, that ship sailed when I was your age.”

You smiled sweetly, placing your sunglasses atop your head. “At least let me bake you a cake, then, wouldn’t be neighborly to let you have a boring birthday.”

“You’d bake a cake for ‘lil old me, sweetheart?” His tattooed hand splayed over his heart, sweaty and shining in the blaring afternoon sun.

You giggled. You could get used to Mr. 1405 calling you ‘sweetheart’.

“Sure thing, just tell me what name to write in between ‘happy birthday’ and ‘forever young’.”

A flash of dazzling white teeth replied, “Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

That was when you rose a step above the housewives of Forest Hills- to them, he was still Mr. 1405, but to you? He was Eddie Munson.

You entertained yourselves with little conversations here and there whenever Eddie worked out on his lawn. You, always in a swimsuit and him, never wearing a shirt. You would ask him about his tattoos- what they symbolized, which ones he’d drawn himself before they were replicated on his flesh. He would ask you about what you were reading- it was always changing. Sometimes nonfiction, sometimes romance, fantasy, lit fic… he seemed impressed by your insatiable reading habits.

One day, however, he’d been particularly interested in a book whose cover bore a bare-chested gentleman and particularly busty woman in a corset.

“What’s today’s read, girl scout?” Eddie had greeted you with a nod toward the obviously risque reading material and a knowing smirk as he let his arms dangle over the black bars of your fence.

You looked up, glowing from the sweat that’s gathered on your dewy summer skin and smiled tightly. “Oh, just a period romance. Ball gowns, forbidden love, the scandalous touching of hands without gloves on- things like that.”

“From the looks of that cover, I don’t think their hands are the only naked body parts touching in that story.”

You laughed, glancing at the cover as Eddie waggled his eyebrows. “You’re probably right, but who knows? I’m only on the second chapter. I’ll keep you posted though.” you punctuated that last part with a wink.

“Oh please do, princess,” Eddie said with a wolfish grin. “I love a good smutty romance novel.”

You gawked. “No way you read this shit, you’re bluffing.”

Eddie raised a hand as if swearing on a bible. “Scout’s honor.” he said, mimicking your swear from the day you’d met.

You shook your head, smiling ear to ear. “You must be the first man I’ve met who openly admits to reading smut, and I respect that.”

Eddie shrugged. “Easiest way to know what women want- they’re literally writing me an instruction manual. It’d be stupid not to read them.”

You bit your bottom lip before you could stop yourself, making a mental note of that little tidbit of information. “And you enjoy them?”

“It’s porn, sweetheart,” he said, gazing at you incredulously. “Who wouldn’t enjoy it?”

“It’s porn with a plot.”

“I’m a sucker for a good plot, especially if the plot involves sucking.”

You barked out a laugh. “And one could also argue that it’s more emotional porn than physical.”

“Are you insinuating that I don’t have a heart? Because I’ve got one, princess, and it bleeds, it yearns-”

Eddie pantomimed grasping at his own heart in his chest, putting on a fucking one-man show as he hung onto the fence for dear life as if his heart were truly bleeding out. You laughed- that was something that seemed to happen more when Eddie was around- you laughed more than usual, so much that you found your cheeks aching whenever he walked away.

This time, something else ached as you watched him return to his lawn. As you continued to read, you were acutely aware of the heat between your thighs, the wetness that accumulated as you pictured corseted girls and muscled viscounts making eyes at each other across a sea of dancing courtiers. You imagined yourself, cornered in a rich rose garden bathed in moonlight, struggling to stifle your moans as a man in a tailcoat left a mark on your neck. You felt his hand hiking up your layers of petticoats until it reached your thigh, the only thing separating skin from skin being the white fabric of his gloves. You pictured his eyes, brown and bottomless as he moaned at the feeling of your hands tangled and tugging on his soft brown curls-

Uh oh.

You took a deep breath, bookmarked your page, and slipped into the cold water of the pool. You sincerely hoped that Eddie hadn’t been serious about an update on the smut in your novel; you didn’t exactly want to let slip that at some point, you’d stopped picturing the viscount and started picturing him.

But would he mind? Would he be upset to know that you’d pictured his hands on you, his lips on your pulse, your fingers in his hair?

You weren’t sure he would.

In fact, you had a feeling he might actually picture you in situations that weren’t too different. After all, you weren’t blind- you’d noticed the way his eyes would flit down from your face when the two of you were talking. He didn’t seem to put much effort into hiding his once-overs, his raking gaze that seemed more than pleased by the way your swimsuits hugged your curves, pulled your cleavage together, cut higher on your hip than your shorts ever would. Whenever you pulled yourself up from lying on your stomach, you’d seen how his eyes followed your ass hungrily as it left his line of sight.

That was the moment that you realized- Eddie Munson, more than likely, wanted to fuck you.

And you definitely wanted to fuck him.

So the next time he came over to see you after mowing his lawn, you offered him a beer.

“I’m already halfway through mine,” you said, leaning back to give him a full view of the way the sweat on your breasts shone in the hot sun. “don’t make me day drink alone.”

A salacious grin curled on his plush pink lips. “I could be tempted,” Eddie peered at the cooler beside you. “What are you drinking, sweetheart?”

You opened the cooler so that he could see the six pack of light lagers in shiny green bottles. Eddie wrinkled his nose distastefully. “Alright, young padawan,” he sighed, unlatching the gate to your backyard. “It’s time you learned your first lesson from Master Munson.” He didn’t enter the backyard, simply opened the gate and waited for you to join him outside your parents’ property.

You quirked an eyebrow; this was new territory. That wrought iron fence had always served as a sort of barrier between the two of you, never occupying the same space and keeping each other at arm’s length- flirty banter, but with boundaries.

Now, you smiled shrewdly as you slipped on your flip flops and crossed the threshold into Eddie’s space, following him across the narrow street to his driveway.

“Oh so I’m your student now, Master?” you quipped, launching him into a dark chuckle and a shake of his curls.

“Christ,” he cursed under his breath low enough that he probably thought you hadn’t heard- but you did. “Well, your college friends are obviously shitty teachers if your drink of choice is a basic ass bottle you can grab at the goddamn gas station.”

You scoffed, “Oh, what- are you trying to say you’re one of those pretentious beer snobs who only drinks micro-brewed IPA’s named after bad puns?”

Eddie laughed out loud, smiling ear to ear at you over his shoulder. “Oh that’s exactly what I am, princess!” The harsh sunlight finally relented as the two of you crossed into Eddie’s garage, and you followed him in a beeline to the old refrigerator in the corner opposite from his impressive-looking toolbench.

You nearly moaned with relief when the cool air from the fridge hit you as Eddie opened the door and grabbed a couple of unmarked silver cans from the middle shelf. You eyed them cautiously, which Eddie saw and snorted at when he saw your expression. “Not poisoning you, sweetheart, no need to worry.” He opened a door beside the fridge that you guessed- judging by what you could see past the doorway- led to his kitchen. “A friend of mine is a home-brewer, he gives these to me and the guys for free. Way better than any cookie-cutter shit you’ll find at a college party.” He held the door open for you, nodding his head toward the doorway. “You coming inside? It’s hot as hell out here.”

You hadn’t expected him to invite you into his home; it occurred to you suddenly that you were still only wearing your swimsuit. Smiling shyly, you stepped through the doorway, the chill of the air conditioning rolling goosebumps over your damp skin. Eddie stepped into the kitchen and immediately began opening the cans, handing one to you.

You eyed the can cautiously, raising an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know what I’m about to drink?’

He smiled mischievously, inclining his head toward you as he held his can aloft. “First lesson, padawan- trust your master.” He tilted the can in your direction, to which you sighed and tapped your can to his.

Your eyes widened in surprise when the cold, bubbly liquid hit your lips. It wasn’t anything like you were expecting- instead of the tepid wheaty taste that you were used to. At first the drink was tart, but after a second it faded into a fruity dryness that reminded you of white wine. Its flavor was so light that you couldn’t even tell you were drinking beer.

“This is beer?”

Eddie chuckled. “Technically it’s a sour, but yes- it’s a type of beer. Dustin said it was a champagne sour, so if you like wine then hopefully this’d be up your alley.”

You smiled as you took your second sip. “I do like wine.” you murmured, testing the flavors on your tongue. “Like this, too. Your friend ever think about selling what he brews?”

“Dustin?” Eddie asked, laughing as if the question were something funny. “Oh I have no doubt he’ll try to sell it one day, but he’s not going to even think about it until he knows he’s perfected his recipe.”

As you took another sip of the cold drink, you felt another wave of goosebumps run through you. Coincidentally, this was the moment that Eddie fell perfectly silent. You peered over your can- his eyes were fixed on your chest. You became acutely aware that the goosebumps had resulted in your nipples growing so hard, you thought if something-anything- were to accidentally brush against them, you might moan from the sensitivity.

Stifling a smirk, you shivered and hugged your upper arms. “Brrrrr it’s cold in here!” you said coyly, “I guess my body temperature got a little too used to the heat.”

Eddie’s chest heaved slightly at the way your tits bounced and squeezed together when you shivered. He cleared his throat, looking down at the beer can in his hand for a moment. “I’ve got a hot tub, you know,” He spoke up, peering at you to gauge your reaction. “Downstairs. You’re welcome to it.”

You took another sip. “Only if you join me.”

His dark eyes snapped up to yours, lips curling up at one corner. “Yes ma’am.” he said, his voice lowered an octave and a bit huskier than before. You held his eye contact, mirroring his lopsided grin with a charged, heavy-lidded gaze.

Eddie led you to a staircase down the hall and said he’d be right back with a towel for you after he changed into swim trunks.

“Aw, no speedo?” you smirked. Eddie appeared unphased. “Mental note,” he murmured to himself, “the princess is eager to see my thighs.”

You giggled, “There might be more tattoos there I haven’t seen yet,” you countered, “How am I supposed to keep figuring you out if I don’t know the meaning of each and every one?”

Eddie placed his forearm above your head on the wall, leaning into it until he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your hairline. “You know, you seem to spend a lot of time staring at my body, kid-” You bristled at his blatant omission of the nicknames you liked. “-I’m starting to feel objectified.”

You forced the smile from your face, looking up at him defiantly. “I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Munson,” you replied, “-and I’m not a ‘kid’.”

His position didn’t change as his eyes raked over your nearly naked body, drifting from your eyes to your lips and catching on your cleavage. “Don’t I know it, sweetheart.” he whispered, before pushing off the wall. “Hot tub’s already heated, just push off the cover and hit the green button. I’ll be down in a sec.”

And then he was walking down the hall to what you could only assume was his bedroom. For a moment, you thought about following him… but if you were honest with yourself, you were actually pretty curious about this hot tub. So down the stairs you went, carrying a silver can of sour in each hand.

Eddie’s basement was cozy, but he had utilized the space to its full potential. The majority had been filled with workout equipment to create a home gym, the walls lined with floor to ceiling mirrors that created the illusion of a larger space than it actually was. Sitting on stylish wooden slats was the hot tub, topped with a brown leather cover. To the right of the hot tub was a door with a small window that was just at your eye level. Upon closer inspection… yep, that was a sauna. Eddie had a sauna.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you made a mental note to ask Eddie what he did for a living- as far as you could tell, he was the only one who lived here. How did a single guy in his forties have so much money to burn?

Placing yours and Eddie’s drinks down on a nearby surface, you removed the cover from the hot tub and pressed the green button as Eddie had instructed, and settled into the hot, bubbling water. God, it was relaxing. Just then, you heard footsteps descending the stairs.

Eddie appeared, his hair let down from his normal messy bun so that it fell in dark chocolate curls that cascaded over his shoulders. His swim trunks, simple and black with little white skulls lining the cuffs above his knees, hugged his thighs in a way that made you salivate. Tattoos you'd become all too familiar with danced across his skin, and you suddenly felt the need to taste them.

Eddie smirked when he saw you getting an eyeful without even trying to hide it. “How’s the water?”

You hummed, relaxing further into jets against your back. “Sooooooo nice.” You sighed.

Eddie climbed into the hot tub to join you, making you squeal as he practically fell into the water, splashing you as he submerged his head just enough to wet his hair and shake it out like a golden retriever.

You giggled, doing your best to ensure that your hair wasn’t wet enough to make you look like a wet rat. “I’m starting to think you’re a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged man.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, tattooed arms stretching out over the edges of the tub as he relaxed into the seat across from you. “Hey now,” he said, voice laced with warning. “Careful with the term middle-aged there, kiddo.”

You matched his gaze, challenging. “Kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gaze was heavy, cocky as he looked down his nose at you. “Practically a baby.”

You grinned. “That one, I don’t mind.”

Eddie’s smile grew in tandem. “Oh, she likes to be ‘baby’, but not ‘kiddo’, huh?”

You leaned back into the water, looking up at the ceiling with a smug smile on your lips. “That’s right, grandpa.”

Suddenly, you felt a tug on your ankle and you were underwater. You emerged, spitting chlorine out of your mouth, struggling to force it from your nose as Eddie’s cackling rang in your ears. You gasped, sputtering in shock as you tried to catch your breath.

“You are a child!” you squealed as he tugged your ankle again- you hadn’t noticed his hold still grasping tightly- not forceful enough to bring you back under the surface but enough to remind you that he could.

“So not a grandpa, then?” Eddie teased, stroking the curve of your ankle with his thumb.

You gritted your teeth together, strategizing. “No, that would be too kind. You’ve got the maturity of a teenager. Luckily for me-”

Using Eddie’s grip on your ankle as leverage, you forcefully pulled yourself forward by your leg and launched yourself right into his lap, bending your knees so that a second later, you were straddling him.

You watched triumphantly as Eddie’s eyes widened, looking up at you with breath that hitched in his throat as you finished your sentence.

“-I know how boys like you think.”

The humor between the two of you dissipated in that instant, Eddie’s eyes blown wide and dark as he watched the way the water in your hair dripped down your neck and between your breasts, which were now inches from his face. If he leaned forward, he could catch that bead of water with his tongue. If he reached up, he could hold your tits in his hands, test their weight. Press them up, squish them together, squeeze…

You felt him growing hard beneath you, and smirked triumphantly. “See?” You said smugly, grinding against him teasingly. “Right on schedule.”

Eddie chuckled, his breathing strained as he shook his head exasperatedly. “Got me all figured out, do you princess?”

You nodded, finding your rhythm as you continued to grind against his hardening cock through his swim trunks. “I think I’m starting to.”

You shivered despite the warmth as Eddie trailed his hand from your ankle up your leg, your hip, your waist…finally resting at the apex of your sternum to splay across your neck. You hadn’t been expecting that- you faltered, breath hitching as he tested out a gentle squeeze and hummed to himself.

“Mmmmm…” He looked you over with passive attention, taking account of the way your eyes widened and your pulse quickened under his thumb. “...you know, I’m starting to figure you out too.” His other hand cupped your hip, pulling you to sit directly on his erection and holding you in place so you couldn’t grind. “You’re used to getting away with shit you know you shouldn’t do, isn’t that right, baby?” You sighed softly in response, pinned into place by his lust-blown eyes. You balanced on a precipice- on one side, obedience, which you knew would satisfy him. On the other, eventual obedience with a little bit more fight; more of a gamble, but you were willing to bet that he would enjoy that best.

“You really thought you could eye-fuck me every damn afternoon,” Eddie said, his hand on your neck moving lower to fondle one of your breasts over your swimsuit. “-and there wouldn’t be consequences?”

You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling under his hand. “I mean…” you drawled, still smiling smugly despite his authoritative tone of voice. “...I was kinda hoping for consequences.” you brought both hands out of the water, gesturing vaguely to the room around you. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A second passed before Eddie’s hands suddenly grabbed both of your wrists, forcing them behind your back. You gasped, cheeks hot from the water and the position you were in, straddling his lap with both shoulders shoved back to force your breasts front and center. He saw the look in your eyes and leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I can get rough sometimes, baby.” he said, voice low and husky. “Tell me it’s too much at any point and I’ll stop, okay?” You nodded, a shy little mm-hm escaping your bitten lips. Eddie crossed your wrists over each other, holding them behind your back with one hand as his newly free one reached up to caress your cheek.

“Fucking Christ, you’re cute.” he mumbled. “Cute little baby, all alone in her parents’ big house all day, so bored she had to go and be a slut for the neighbor. That right, baby?”

Your eyes were wide and wet, mouth opened in a slight pout as you ground your freed hips on his hard cock once again, whimpering needily. You nodded your head up and down, eager to hear more filthy words tumble from his lips.

Eddie wasn’t satisfied with that. A hand came up to grasp your hair at the base of your neck, tugging on it firmly but not painfully to force your head to nod up and down emphatically. “Use your words, baby, say ‘yes, daddy, I was a slut.’”

You gasped, surprised. You’d never called anyone daddy besides your actual father, and you’d certainly never called anyone that in the bedroom- or a hot tub, for that matter. However, his brazen demand that you call him that while you straddled him like this sent rolling waves of pleasure straight to the apex of your thighs.

“Y-yes… daddy…” You struggled against your instinct to be embarrassed, arching your back against your restrained hands and looking down shyly at your cleavage. “...I was a slut.”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his, wide and obedient. He was smiling at you, beaming with pride and adoration. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling your face to his. “Good girl, baby.” he praised, “I’m gonna kiss you, is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

That earned you a chuckle. “So polite, baby girl, good job.”

Eddie’s lips felt like the most comforting thing that a person could feel on their skin. His kiss felt like fresh sheets still warm from the dryer. His tongue was like a strawberry that was perfectly ripe, sweet and wet and a rush of relief. He explored you, he learned you, his lips devoured all they could reach and whenever they couldn’t reach, his tongue took over to fill in the blanks.

As you whimpered and squirmed in his lap, Eddie cooed, “What’s the matter, baby, something wrong with your legs?”

You shook your head, moaning into his mouth. “I need something on my clit, Eddie.”

“Something? You’ll just take anything on that clit baby? Is that what you're saying?”

You panted, straining against his rock hard dick for some kind of friction. He was right, you would take anything. “Yes, please touch me, Eddie.”

He made no move to do so, only looking at you pointedly with his eyebrows raised. When you realized your mistake, you corrected, “Please touch me, daddy.”

He smiled smugly, a cat watching a mouse. “Good girl,” he praised, “but I’m not sure you’ve earned that.”

Your face fell, eyes going wide as your lips formed a full-on pout. “But-” you began to stutter, but Eddie wasn’t finished.

He let go of you, pushing you gently off you and guiding you under the water to one of the seats in the corner of the tub. The jets coming off it were strong, nearly too much on your back as you turned to sit, but Eddie stopped you before you could settle into the seat.

“Princess, I want you to keep your knees open and ride your pussy on that jet stream until you cum.”

Your jaw dropped open. Whipping your chin over your shoulder to look at him in his seat opposite you, you stared and waited for him to specify or maybe apologize for misspeaking- there’s no way you heard him right. But then he repeated himself, and you realized that yes, you had.

“Press your pussy up against that jet stream under the water, and make yourself cum. Don’t use your hands. Don’t rush. I want you to fall apart in my hot tub, and I’m going to stroke my dick while I watch you do it. That okay, sweetheart?”

You were learning a lot of new information about your neighbor today.

You smiled devilishly over your shoulder at him, taking in the sight of him lounging in the opposite corner of the tub as he took in the sight of you. “You’re a kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?”

Eddie reached across the tub and wound an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss. “Yeah, I am.” he murmured into your lips before pushing you back toward the jets. “Now make yourself cum, I want you tight.”

He laughed at the pathetic little whimper that you let slip involuntarily as you situated yourself against the jet stream. You balanced your weight on your knees, spreading your legs enough to open your pussy further inside your swimsuit. Once the pulsing stream of water made contact with your clit, your automatic impulse was to flinch away; the stream was strong, almost too strong. However, with a little shifting and repositioning, you eventually found an angle that pulled a moan from your mouth that sounded almost pornographic.

“That’s it, baby girl,” you heard Eddie’s rough voice behind you, and you couldn’t help but sneak a peak over your shoulder at him. Eddie sat with legs spread open and one arm slung over the lip of the tub, his other hand palming the erection you knew was only growing harder over his swim trunks. This told you he was a patient man, a man who liked to be teased a little before taking what he wanted. A man who liked to play with his food before he ate it.

You could play, too.

You pulled your eyebrows together, pouting your lips the way you’d seen him react to earlier. “Am I doing it right for you, daddy?” You moved your hips up and down against the jet, putting on a little show for him.

Eddie raised a brow, amused. “I don’t think I can answer that question for you, sweetheart.” he said, sighing heavily with pleasure as he tilted his head this way and that to take you in from every angle. “Don’t worry about me, baby, just make yourself feel good.”

You smiled shyly, nodding in response and turning your attention back to the jets. You maneuvered your hips against them, grinding on the strong jetstream as it hit your clit at angles that you didn’t even know existed. You lost yourself in the sensation, letting your eyes fall closed and humming little sounds to yourself as your heart rate picked up, that familiar pleasure bubbling up in your lower belly as your movements grew faster and more desperate.

Eager to see if Eddie was enjoying himself as much as you were, you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. What you saw was breathtaking- Eddie, his wet curls clinging to his dewy skin, muscles flexing under his tattoos as he fisted his cock underwater. You couldn’t see it clearly due to the raging bubbles, but the flesh-colored underwater blur was enough for you to know exactly what he was doing. You had known he would jack off to you- he’d outright told you he planned to- but seeing it was enough to turn you on so much that it became the thing that pushed you over the edge.

“Daddy, I’m cumming!”

You moaned, mouth hanging open as you rode out your orgasm against the harsh stream of the jets, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the physical feeling and the intense eye contact that you held with Eddie the entire time as your body gyrated and spasmed. He watched you with hungry eyes, lapping up the scene in its entirety and committing every second to memory.

“Good girl, good fucking girl, keep fucking that jet, baby.”

You whimpered, hips jerking away from the stream as it hit your clit at an angle that was a little too intense, and your limp, still-needy body floated over to Eddie. He chuckled, still stroking his cock lightly in the warm water. “Aw, I’m sorry baby, was that too much?”

You shook your head, still eager for him- he’d barely even touched you, and yet you were so desperate for this man. “No, I can take more.”

His eyes had a darkness to them that made your breath hitch. “How much can you take, sweetheart?”

You moved to straddle your knees on either side of one of his thighs, not close enough to grind against his cock, but certainly in a perfect position to rub your pussy along his leg, teasing him. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, daddy.”

A low groan sounded from deep in Eddie’s chest. “You might regret saying that one, babe.”

You couldn’t resist matching his warning with a challenge. “Bring it on.” you said sweetly, and it incited a little chuckle in him. He reached back and pressed a button on the hot tub, causing all of the bubbles to stop.

“Get out, dry off.” he said, nodding to the neatly folded towels he’d placed beside the hot tub. “You look like you could use a shower.”

You stayed put, confused. “You… but…”

He cut you off, cupping his wet hands against your face. You could feel the pads of his fingers on your cheeks, wrinkled from prolonged time under the water’s surface. “Sorry, sweetheart, I forgot you don’t like following instructions unless you know you’re getting something out of it.” You scoffed at his condescending tone, but all he did was smile. “What I meant to say was- get out. Dry off. I’m going to fuck you in my shower. Mmkay?”

Your eyes widened, excited by his words and elated by a strange submissive, post-orgasmic euphoria. “Okay.” you replied, but when you saw his testy look in response you quickly amended, “Okay daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The two of you dried off before heading back upstairs. Eddie let you down the hall to his bedroom, which you were sure was filled with so many interesting mementos on the walls that you were sure it would take you hours to study all of it. The first thing to catch your eye was the golden record, framed and mounted beside his dresser. When Eddie saw you looking at it, he supplied an answer without waiting for you to ask.

“Ever heard of a band called Corroded Coffin?”

You searched your brain but came up empty. “No, I don’t think I have.”

Eddie chuckled to himself, like you’d just participated in a joke you weren’t in on. “Most people haven’t. But I bet you’ve heard the song Upside Down on the radio, yeah?” He hummed a couple bars of the chorus, which you recognized instantly.

“Oh yeah! I love that song!”

Eddie grinned. “‘Preciate it, babe.”

Shocked, you glanced up at the record and back to him. “Wait, you wrote that song?”

He shrugged as if to brush it off, but you could tell he was proud. “It was a group effort, my band and I wrote and recorded it together. After that, though, when the offers for record deals and tours and shit started pouring in, it became clear to most of the band members that this wasn’t what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives- band broke up on good terms, we just had some differences when it came to future plans.” He reached up and stroked the frame affectionately with his thumb. “But one-hit-wonder money was still enough to get my name out there, make some smart investments. I’m a music producer now.”

So that’s how he made all this money. The big empty house made sense now. “That’s pretty cool, actually.” you said, smiling at Eddie. You relished the sensation of his hands as they slid around your waist.

“You wanna see something even cooler?”

Before you could answer, Eddie was scooping you up into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed, laughing as his palm hit your ass cheek with a loud smack! He carried you into his bathroom, placing you on his vanity counter before kissing the laughing smile right off your face. You felt his hands as they worked your bathing suit off you, freeing your breasts from the confines of the damp fabric. Eddie wasted no time, pulling one of your tits into his hand and encircling your nipple with his mouth, sucking sensually. You moaned, hands fisting into his hair. He only left your skin to turn around and turn on the shower, giving the water a chance to heat up.

Once the bathroom had sufficiently filled with steam, Eddie picked you up from the counter, pulling your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him greedily, wetly, and hungrily as he walked the two of you into his spacious tiled shower, which was larger than your dorm room closet back at school.

You relaxed your legs around him in a silent ask for Eddie to put you down, which he obliged. The moment your feet hit the wet tiled floor, you began to sink to your knees until…

You snorted.

“Why do you still have your swim trunks on?”

Eddie had taken the time to take off your bathing suit, but you hadn’t even realized that even after carrying you into the shower, he hadn’t even taken a second to undress himself.

He looked down, noticing this for the first time, same as you. “I, uh… I don’t know. I was-” he flashed you a smirk that was equal parts embarrassed and sexy. “-preoccupied, I guess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you knelt before him, now eye-level with the drawstring of his swim trunks. “Well let me fix that, then.” you said softly, working your delicate fingers into the waistband and pulling his trunks down until they hit the floor.

God. He was a sight to behold. And you were right, he did have thigh tattoos. They were large, twisting images of hellish creatures, undoubtedly older but still in good shape since- judging by the paleness of the skin they decorated- they probably never saw the light of day.

You reached up, lightly tracing them as you turned your gaze to his cock. It was at full mast, eager and waiting for your mouth to encircle it and, hopefully, make Eddie moan your name.

Which he did.

The way your lips covered the head of his cock, the way your tongue generously licked the shaft under, over, around, the way your hands were warm and welcoming as they lightly played with his balls- all of it made him moan, gasp, groan your name. He called you baby, called you princess, moaned and pulled your hair as he fucked your mouth, and you just about burst into flames when he shoved his cock so far down your throat that you swallowed on it accidentally, pulling a growled “Goddamnit, sweetheart, fuck-” from his lips.

When he pulled you off his dick by your hair, his eyes were humorless and hungry. He crouched down, leveling your eyes under the hot water from the showerhead.

“Are you on birth control, sweet girl?” he asked.

You nodded, “I have an IUD.”

He kissed your forehead firmly, one hand still fisted in your hair. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now I can grab a condom, they’re right over there in the cabinet under my sink.” he continued, nodding vaguely in the sink’s direction. “But baby, I have been fantasizing about the way your pussy’s gonna feel for a long ass time and I hate to ask you this, and you’re allowed to say no, but-”

“Fuck me raw Eddie.” You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. “I fantasize about it too. I think about it every day, I touch myself to you before going to sleep and wake up wishing your cock was the thing waking me up. When I’m lying by the pool reading those stupid smutty novels and some lord is fucking a lady in waiting up against a wall, I can’t focus on it! I can’t because I want it to be you and I want to feel your cock inside me, and I want it to be your cum that drips down my thighs and your lips on my-”

He cut you off there, splaying his free hand on your neck and kissing you until you were laid horizontally on the hot, wet floor. He climbed on top of you, and in a moment your mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock splitting you open from the inside. He didn’t spend a moment waiting for you to adjust to his size or murmuring praises into your ear- he knew you wanted all of him, and you knew he wanted all of you, and that was all you needed. You moaned, you practically screamed, and above all you clutched him for dear life.

“Dirty girl,” Eddie growled into your ear, thrusting into you deep and hard. “Dirty books, dirty mind-”

He leaned back so that his face was directly above yours and grabbed your cheeks, squeezing to force your mouth open. Your lips parted, and Eddie spat harshly into your mouth before shoving your mouth closed around it. His eyes were feral, wild with lust and dominance. “Swallow.” he commanded, you obeyed in an instant. He felt your throat moving against his hand and smiled deviously. “Dirty mouth, too.”

He picked up his pace, spearing into you at a pace so relentless that you couldn’t even keep track of the noises coming out of your mouth- an incoherent stream of sounds and swear that would have made a sailor blush. He matched your dirty noises with his own, all the while dicking you down into his shower floor as your brain went haywire at the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the bathroom.

“God, this pussy is so fucking tight,” Eddie groaned, “good girl, cumming so hard for daddy back there. You gonna cum on my cock this time?”

You moaned, “Need something on my clit, daddy.”

Eddie pecked your lips with his own, and the way it made your heart skip a beat was like a reward. “Good girl, always tell me what you need, okay?”

You nodded, smiling giddily from the sudden subby euphoria. “Okay, daddy.” You made a mental note that kissing Eddie Munson while his cock was inside you gave you your new favorite kind of high.

Eddie reached down and began drawing small, soft circles with his fingertip on your clit. The richly gentle sensation was decadent, pulling deeper, louder moans from you as Eddie continued to fuck you. “Oh I feel you getting tighter, baby girl, that feel good?”

“Yes!” you practically yelled it.

“Yes what?” He taunted.

“Yes daddy!” you cried, arching your back against the tile. He was fucking you ruthlessly, ravaging you mentally, and the way his dirty words melted into you made your brain go so hazy that you weren’t sure if your vision was clouding or if it was just the steam in the air.

Your release was growing closer, that heat in your core coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum soon, daddy.” you whined.

Eddie’s dick hit you in that perfect spot inside over and over, and you leaned your face against his hand as he cupped your cheek affectionately. “Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over daddy’s dick?” You pouted, nodding ‘yes’ in response. Eddie smiled at the way you could be so cute and so filthy at the same time- he fucking loved it. “That’s probably gonna make me cum, sweetheart, you want that? That pussy’s gonna grip my cock so tight that it fills you with cum, huh?”

You were whimpering and pouting and letting the sluttiest little sobs fall from you now. “Yes, daddy, fill me with cum, please!”

“You want me to fill you with cum? Fuck all that cum inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what, sweetheart, gotta tell me whose dick you’re cumming on-”

“Daddy!” you cried, “Daddy’s dick, I’m cumming on daddy’s dick!”

“Fuuuck, yes, cum on daddy’s dick you little slut-”

Eddie’s filthy words tumbled from his lips as your pussy pulsed around him, fluttering walls squeezing him tight from the aching pleasure that shot through you. His cum filled you, and the size of his load reflected just how long it had been since he’d cum into anything that wasn’t his own hand. When he finally pulled out, a stream of both your releases oozed out of your hole and onto the floor. Eddie stared at it, fascinated, and he silently used his finger to catch the milky liquid and push it back into your hole. You whimpered, overly sensitive and puffy, your pussy lips inflamed and screaming, but Eddie was gentle as he sheathed his finger completely inside you, ensuring that his seed stayed exactly where he’d put it in the first place.

He pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling gently. “Hi.” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“Hi.” you giggled, a giant smile stretching out across your face, blissed-out and more than satisfied.

Eddie stroked your wet hair out of your face, gazing down at you adoringly. “I’m sorry if that was a little… much,” he winced. “I may have gotten carried away, usually I would talk to you to see if that kind of stuff would be okay, but I was just so fired up-”

“Eddie,” you interrupted softly. “I loved it.”

He grinned, grateful and relieved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie pulled you against him, your body fitting itself nicely against his naked chest as water poured over the two of you from above while you sat holding each other on the floor of his shower. He sighed, completely and utterly content. “Yeah.”

***

The rest of the summer days in your parents’ neighborhood went like this:

Wake up imagining what you and Eddie would do today. Touch yourself when necessary.

Do whatever chores needed doing around the house, sometimes making batches of lemonade for Eddie when you knew he would be working on his lawn that day.

Lounge by your pool and read a book- this part hadn’t changed.

Spend the rest of the afternoon at Eddie’s. These afternoons usually consisted of activities like discussing the whatever book you were reading, drinking whatever strange new beer Dustin had come up with, and fucking each other’s brains out.

The next month, Eddie celebrated his birthday. He didn’t throw a rager (true to his word) but he did have a little get-together. To your surprise, he invited you.

You got to meet his friends, their kids, their dogs- and see the way Eddie smiled for hours without reprieve when they were around. This whole summer, you’d been figuring this man out bit by bit, but it wasn’t until that night that you truly felt like you knew him.

You baked him a cake, as promised. Three layers of funfetti sponge, vanilla frosting and decorated with oreo crumbs and rainbow letters that spelled out “Happy birthday, Eddie, forever young”.

He wasn’t this way with the rest of the neighbors. To them, he would always be Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, but with these people? With his friends? He was Eddie Munson. Now, you were included in that group of people who were allowed to know him, and how wonderful he really was.

You felt so incredibly lucky that you were a part of that.

#eddie munson x reader #older!eddie munson #neighbor!eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic #modern au

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logansargeantsbabymom · 15 days ago

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Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!Reader

Req, Anon: "Happy holidays! Can you please do Sergei kravinoff x female reader smut? Reader is taking care of him post hunt by sharing a bath together and it gets 🔥 Ty!"

Genre: Smut

Summary: Y/N takes care of Sergei after a hunt and things get a little hot and heavy

Warnings: Cursing, Oral, Porn with a plot (barely), google translated Russian

The thud of the glass door closing is what jolted me away from the book that I was currently nose deep in. Looking up I'm met with the beautiful sight of my fiancé Sergei who's been out hunting.

I watch as he walks from one end of the little home to the next as he puts away his hunting gear, his skin glistening in a beautiful sheer of sweat.

"You know I can feel your gaze on me моя принцесс (my princess)?" I hear a deep and thick Russian accent pierce the silence. The heaviness of his voice is enough for me to clench my thighs together in hopes of relieving the tingle at my core. Every time Sergei talks, it's like something in me just sparks and I have to jump on his bones and fuck him until the sun comes up. It could be his accent or the way he just knows his way around every crease and crevices of my body or maybe it's the way his gaze on me makes me feel small against him.

Gosh, everything about Sergei right now makes me want to do some unspeakable thing to him. "I'm talking to you" It makes me blink, how long have I been staring at him? I mean this is an everyday occurrence but it's still embarrassing to get caught.

"Hmm?" I said as I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my heads in hopes of clearing my mind from all the thoughts that are currently fresh in my mind.

"What are you thinking of? I can tell there is something going on in that pretty mind of yours." The compliments. If he doesn't stop soon we're gonna have to call his brother and tell him that he's going to be an uncle.

"I was just thinking about how much I need to take a bath," Sergei quirks a brow as a tiny smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as I speak "And how I would love for you to join me- just to save water." I see his eyes darken with lust as a low almost inaudible growl gurgles at the base of his throat.

Sergei lowly strides towards me peeling his sweat drenched jacket off his body, his eyes still staring in mine "Really, мой невин��ый (my innocent), just to save water?" he's closer now, so much so that I can start to feel his breath on my neck as he leans into me.

My heart pounds against my chest as Sergei's lips near my ear before seductively whispering "And don't even think about lying to me драгоценный (Precious)." his palm comes up to caress my cheek before he grips my chin with enough force not to hurt but to make my eyes shoot open after not realizing they'd fluttered shut. "because you know how much I hate liars." something about the way he's talking to me right now is just so hot, sending shivers down my body and heat traveling to my core. His big muscular arms are the only thing on my mind as my hand goes up to caress the back of his.

"I-I just want to see you naked," hearing my confession makes a full smile break out on his face "and wet." Sergei could tell that I wanted to say more but he didn't want to push like he always does enjoying the way I shrink in embarrassment, instead he gave in almost immediately.

"What are we waiting for котенок (kitten)?" within milliseconds of him saying that does he pick me up and swing me over his shoulders as if my body weight was that of a feather. His long legs striding towards the bathroom and once in, he kicks the door shut before setting me down as he walks over to the shower and turns in on, steam quickly filling up the small room.

Sergei turns to face me, his hands tugging at the bottom on his shirt pulling it up and over his head, before unbuckling his pants and kicking those off, his eyes still never leaving mine as he does so. My eyes rake over his body almost unsure of where to look first. Without thinking I rush in front of him, my hands cupping either side of his face before crashing my lips flush against his. I can taste the faint saltiness of his sweat on my tongue as we start devouring the taste of each other. I pull away needing air, using this time to strip myself of my clothes leaving me more exposed than Sergei, who is still in his boxers.

"You look so sexy Моя любовь (My love), I need you now" without a second thought, I pressed my lips against his again with enough force to have Sergei stumble backwards. I feel his arm snake around my waist as he pulls me into the shower with him, his tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission which I grant him at an embarrassingly fast speed.

My hands find his hair as his roam my body, our lips never leaving each others. One of my hands travel south and feels up his hard on, wrapping my hand around his shaft, slowly pumping it while sucking on his tongue. My hand jerks him off faster before I get the sudden urge to wrap my lips around his beautifully long and girth cock.

The urge becoming too strong that I drop to my knees, the water hitting my face as I looked up at him, silently asking for permission as I lick my lips and continue jerking him off, Sergei give a slight nod which was enough of confirmation for me to wrap my lips around his cock, so needy that I forced all 9 hard inches of him down my throat, my one hand kneading his balls while my other hand travels down to my aching clit, rubbing hard circles around the sensitive bud before feeling a hand grip my hair and yank me off his cock. A groan of disappointment leaves my throat as I look up at Sergei, "Don't rush it baby, take your time." he says, leaning down a little to place a quick peck on my lips.

"I want it rough, I need you to ruin me Sergei. I need it, badly." my voice sound pathetic but I'm too horny to actually care. I didn't have to say much because the second those words left my mouth, the hand that Sergei has wrapped in my hair quickly guides my mouth back to his cock before shoving it down my throat, Sergei's other hand coming to the back of my head forcing his cock further down my throat even though my nose is flush against his pubes. I flatten my tongue as a way to let him impossibly further down my throat, my eyes watering and lungs burning as I am unable to breathe. I tap on his upper thigh to signal to Sergei that I need air which he was happily able to oblige to.

A few gasps of air and a wipe away of my saliva later, he's shoving my mouth back on his cock only for him to keep my head stationary and he thrusts his cock in and out of my throat, furthering himself down my throat with each thrust. I feel his cock twitch in my throat signaling that he's about to cum which prompts Sergei to pull my mouth off his cock before yanking my body up and into his arms as he pushes me against the shower wall before reaching between us and grabbing his cock before mercilessly shoving it into my dripping wet and aching core.

Sergei's thrusts are hard, rough and full of need. He's determined to fuck every drop of his cum so deep in me that it would have a 95% chance of fertility, not that it's what he's going for but he doesn't want any drop of his liquid gold to go unused.

Not that I let any drop of his cum go to waste on the regular anyway, whether he cums in my tight pussy or he cums down my warm throat it always stays in me. Who knows maybe if Sergei deserves it, I might let him use my other whole. Only three times in the year and a half that we've been together have I let Sergei fuck my ass and boy does it make him go feral each and every time.

I feel his hips shudder which means that he's close again, I've thought about it for a minute now and I think I'm just gonna do it, "Baby, fuck- you feel so good. I need to cum, are you close too." I whimper through my moans

"Fuck yes, I'm going to cum" Sergei says as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. "Hmm, cum in my ass" I said as I rest my forehead against his. Looking at him, I see his eyes shoot open, his eyes raking my face as if he's trying to find a hint of a joke in my expression, once he finds none he quickly yanks his cock out of my pussy before slowly pushing it into my asshole.

The stinging pain was enough for me to want to tell him that I regretted saying that he could cum in my ass but the pain went away as fast as it came after only a few thrusts. It wasn't long before the pleasure became too much for me and I came undone, my lips attaching to his neck, sucking on the skin, sure to leave some bruising later. About 10 thrusts later does Sergei's hips come to a halt and I feel him shoot long and warm ropes of cum in my ass. I hear a string a nothings coming from Sergei's mouth, the water still hitting us.

After a minute of silence and slight overstimulation, does Sergei pull out and set me down before cupping my face a placing a long and loving kiss to my lips.

" Моя любовь (my love), will you marry me?"

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lilpotatjj · 2 months ago

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'Share like a trailer with you' ...Sam you little scottish naughty boy. Well we all can imagine what happened after these words in the trailer but here you go...you can just read it. 😉 (FF Sam x Cait)Warning: 18+ hot and messy lovebirds that enjoying themselves because who wouldn't after all the dirty scenes they have to film🤭🔥

The door swung open with a laugh to the exit of the studio where they had held the interview. Cait looked at him with a smile and walked on with an innocent look, but stopped at the side of the road. Sam looked at her silently for a moment and grabbed his jacket with his hands. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, looking out at the road and thinking for a moment.~share like a trailer with you~ Her thoughts in her mind... "Were you serious?" She didn't turn around as she spoke and swallowed nervously.

Sam gave his typical thoughtful look, mouth pursed and looking serious. Finally, she turned around and gave him a more than innocent look. She was literally crying out for him. Cait didn't have to say anything because her body was louder than her words. He came up to her and stopped right in front of her, his face right in front of her nose. "I have no more plans today...Sassenach..." he breathed almost sadistically on her lips. His breath gave her goose bumps and because that wasn't enough, she felt the strength almost completely drain from her legs. Staying professional in front of the camera wasn't going to work. Away from the cameras, all alone... secretly? A shiver came over her and her whole body shook. A clearing of the throat came from the direction of the parked cars. The Scotsman stood patiently by his car with a cheeky grin at the corner of his mouth.

"But...my car is still back there," Cait said and went to him. "That'll be fine, I'll bring you back here tomorrow, you can pick it up then" She got into his car and buckled her seatbelt, visibly tense. She wasn't nervous because she was alone with him and shy, no, the possibility of losing control of her feelings here and now and jumping on him like an animal was more likely. They've been on set for too long now, shooting scene after scene. Sam hasn't had a girlfriend, she knows that, and Cait herself has also been single for a while now. That explained why the air was literally on fire. He drove off and she just stared silently out of the window, concentrating on everything that didn't look like the Scotsman next to her. Caitriona unconsciously let out a soft sigh, which made Sam smile. She looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"

"Nothing..." he said, looking at her briefly as they stood at a traffic light. "You just look so cute when your mind is messed up. Very different from on set. You're really good at keeping it together when it's not something fun," he said, looking back down at the road. Cait stared at him and the blood rushed to her cheeks. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ why does this man always have to be so attractive no matter what he says. So he really meant it. Now she was getting a little nervous. Even though he's always so sweet to her on set, it's somehow more intense now. She took a nervous breath and looked out of the window again. "I'm hungry," she said dryly without thinking. He braked abruptly and his gaze immediately fell on her. "For what?" he asked in a serious voice. His gaze was so penetrating that Cait couldn't get a single word out at first. A loud honk behind them startled her and pulled her out of the long tunnel she was stuck in. "I-I don't know," she said abruptly. Of course, his question was meant quite differently. "Just fucking drive!" she almost shouted and looked behind. He hesitated for a moment and finally drove off. She stared at him, now rather annoyed, but the blush was still in her cheeks. Jesus, does this tension ever stop? "Trailer... drive to my trailer," she said, visibly upset and trying to calm down.

Sam suddenly put a hand on her leg.

"Relax Cait" she looked at his hand and almost had a heart attack at his touch. She couldn't look at him anymore. After what felt like an eternity, they finally got back to the set. He parked his car by her trailer, got out and walked to Cait's door to hold it open for her. He held out his hand to her, she accepted it gratefully and got out too. Sam let her go first and followed her to the door. She unlocked it, walked in and stopped with the door in her hand to look at him.

"May I come in?" he asked politely and there it was. Her wonderful and sweet smile. She nodded silently and opened the door wider for him to come in. Once inside, she turned on the light, they both took off their shoese and stood still. Sam came close behind her. The silence was almost unbearable and yet it was loud in the room without a single word. His face was almost in her neck. "You wanted to explain something to me..." he whispered, letting his hand wander to her hip. She closed her eyes in pleasure and turned to him abruptly, staring straight into his soul. The days were long, the scenes they often shot unfairly sexy. The cameras made it strange, at least sometimes, but that didn't change the pleasure they both felt. It was impossible to deny it. They both enjoyed it too much for that. And live it out? How? Without a partner, it was an affliction that put an additional strain on both of them.

Sam just looked down at her with his eyes.

A concentrated, tense look. He didn't move for a second and let her choose how she wanted to spend the evening. Gentleman through and through. Her eyes met his and she paused to soak up every second that they were already connected. She was unsure whether she should take this step. In any case, her brain thought she should stop and not lay a finger on her co-star. But her body was of a different opinion. Her nipples become stiff. Sam's gaze wandered to them and then back to her eyes. Caitriona's breathing was fast. Far too fast, which made it difficult for the Scotsman to keep his hands off her. He swallowed hard.

"May I touch you...?" he asked in a tender voice, softly and carefully. The Irishwoman's heart sank a level lower, but instead of answering, she took a step closer to him. A lightning bolt ran through her as he placed his hand gently on her breast. She closed her eyes to pull herself together and he knew it. He wouldn't push her or go a second too far, but he loved to play with her and tease her. He closed the last few inches of air between them by stepping closer to her and putting his other hand on her chin to lift it. She opened her eyes just a little to look at him dreamily. He knew exactly what he was doing. The 1.92m Scotsman simply didn't care that he was playing with fire now. Cait was his co-partner, but neither his brain nor his body would go along with the idea of shooting another love scene with her without being allowed to have her completely. He kissed her gently, as if time stood still. The Irishwoman responded to the kiss, nothing else was possible. The kiss was tender and only meant to test how far she wanted to go with him and he promptly got an answer in that the kiss became more demanding. She stood on her tiptoes and pushed herself closer to him, that Sam had to hold her so that they didn't fall over.

Her hands were already on his open jacket. She clawed into it during the kiss and was about to take his jacket off when he interrupted the kiss. "Are you sure?" he asked lovingly, looking at her seriously. After all she felt for the blond, she just smiled cheekily and kissed him again. She tugged at his jacket and took it off impatiently, which made him smile again. He hadn't expected the effect he had on her, which made him a little proud. She was pretty, no questions ask. You would think it was both a blessing and a curse to have such a woman as a colleague. He only interrupted the kiss briefly to remove his shirt and continued. She placed her hands on his well-toned upper body. Cait's fingers burned on his skin and she struggled to think clearly. All the adrenaline that had built up every time during the filming of such tingling scenes came up now and made it almost impossible to think about anything other than him and his perfect body.

Now it was the Irish woman who interrupted the kiss to look him straight in the eye and free herself from her top. Dropping to the floor, Sam's gaze fell on her bra. He hesitated for a moment, lifted his hand and slipped it inside. She closed her eyes in pleasure and clung to his arms while he continued to caress her breast. Once again she was involved in a kiss, but it was almost a battle for dominance as they both turned it into a French kiss.

His hands wandered up her back to undo her bra, which promptly fell to the floor. He paused briefly to blink at her bed. Without thinking, he took her by her butt and lifted her up. They both only had their pants on. He dragged her towards the bed and placed her firmly on it, bent over her and immediately kissed her breast. She let out a soft sigh, which gave Sam satisfaction at having her where he wanted her.

His mouth moved further down and stopped at her waistband. With a quick glance up at her and a shy nod to him, he unzipped her pants and took them off along with her underwear. He looked at her proudly, like a lion staring at its prey after a successful hunt, and God she was beautiful. It was the first time he had seen her completely naked without any cover. She wasn't particularly nervous as she trusted him completely. The sight of her almost drove him mad as she layed there with her long, loose hair and her beautiful curves. She rose up to kiss him on the neck and stroked over his erection right between his legs without hesitation. Someone was impatient, Sam thought to himself, drawing in his breath sharply to stifle a soft moan. He already had enough trouble not to lose control completely in order to give her pleasure as well. He wanted to see her, see what she really looked like so devoted to him. He wanted to see what pleasure he could give her. The Irish woman had already opened his pants. He stood up and stopped at the edge of the bed in front of her, removed his pants and left them lying messily. There he stood. Cait sat up and examined him very carefully. Now she took the time she usually never had during filming.

Looking at him like this, also without any annoying protection, made her blush even more unconsciously. She crawled to him on her knees on the bed and looked at his upper body, letting her gaze wander up to him and gripping his arousal firmly in her hand. He flinched gently and gasped softly, but he stood firm and didn't move an inch. Her hand moved very slowly and she let her gaze wander into his soul. He leaned down to her and pressed her onto the bed with a kiss, pushing her legs apart. He broke the kiss to look at her seriously and aroused.

"Are you sure?" his voice trembled and he couldn't say any more as she pulled him towards her to kiss him. He thrust into her without hesitation, moving searchingly and moaning louder than he wanted to.

For a moment, Cait was surprised. She hadn't expected such a sound from his mouth right away, especially not after all the scenes they had both filmed. Now she was proud. They were both turning night into day and they didn't care if anyone could hear. Somehow they would both be able to sort it out if necessary.

He moved vigorously and didn't hold back for a second.

Sensing that he didn't need long, he paused, looked at her for help and she understood. He picked her up and sat her on his lap without sliding out of her. Her hair fell over her shoulders and chest. He thought he had an angel sitting on his lap. Cait stared intently into his eyes and kissed him gently and lovingly without moving. The Scot grew impatient and grabbed her ass to move her. She grinned under the kiss, but couldn't help moaning softly and circled her hips slowly. He clawed at her butt and sucked on her neck without thinking that tomorrow everyone would be able to see what they were doing last night. She would owe her make-up artist an explanation, but neither he nor she cared about that now. She began to move slowly. They were both completely in tune with the night and never wanted it to end. She could feel a wave of arousal building and hoped he felt the same. Cait moaned loudly and clawed way too hard into his shoulders. At least she wasn't the only one who needed an explanation. She had almost no strength left when she came and struggled to keep moving.

"Don't stop...please," Sam begged, realizing that she was already exhausted. He took her and put her almost roughly back on the bed. He was so close to bursting and clawed into the sheets. She enjoyed the sight of him, seeing him so full of excitement that she was the one who could give him this. Finally, a wave of excitement washed over Sam as he came inside her and couldn't stop himself from moaning. Completely out of breath, he looked her straight in the eye and they both enjoyed the silence. The air was soaked in excitement and all the love they could finally live out. He sank exhausted next to her and wrapped an arm around her, burying his face in her beautiful hair.

It was Cait who first broke the silence. "Do you think someone heard us?" she asked in an amused and happy voice. "mhh..." one of his Scottish sounds that she loved so much. "I don't know. But whoever it could be will now know that you'll be very happy to come to work tomorrow," he said with great humor. She blushed and gave him a cheeky slap on the shoulder. "Look who's talking!" she laughed and suddenly stared at him. "What?" he asked curiously and stood up. "Nothing..just. I didn't know you were so..." she paused for a moment. "That I what?" Now he was really curious. He took one of the water bottles from her small water supply and opened it to take a drink.

"That...you can be so loud" she said mischievously as if it was something special and gave Sam a reason to swallow hard. "Well my dear..." He took another sip of water and finally put the bottle down on the table. "There's something about you..." he sat down next to her and stroked his hand through her soft hair. "...that makes me feel different, I am who I am and I can be exactly the same with you. I've always been able to do that when you're with me," he said so lovingly that she couldn't help but smile at him overjoyed. "I can let myself go with you and you were obviously able to do the same with me...Sassenach...you weren't exactly quiet either" he smiled and she hid her embarrassed face against his chest. 'I could look at you like this all day' he kissed her hair and saw the hickey on her neck. He stroked it slowly and grinned.

"Now you're mine...and everyone can see it" he said with far too much pride in his voice but she looked up at him cheekily, letting her gaze wander to his shoulders and Sam followed it only to look at her in surprise. "You cheeky beast..." he murmured and kissed her again.

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 11 months ago

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how about possessive jealous slightly mean dom jinnie 🥰

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader Word count: 1.05k Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: Err I didn't proofread MY FAULT, rough sex, hair pulling, Hyunjin still cares when he's angry at you, possessive themes, Hyunjin is jealous. thats abt it >.>

Hyunjin wasn't a jealous man, not often anyway, but this was outrageous, there's no way you'd gone out with Minho just for shopping at noon, it was well past 11 almost 12 pm, and you still weren't back. He lied in the bed alone and called you again.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang.

Then the automated voice announced you as unavailable.

Hyunjin grit his teeth, what type of crap was Lee Know pulling here? Borrowing you to go shopping, and staying out this late...?

Hyunjin wanted to scream. Then he heard the door opening, he sat up.

You came into the room, carrying a bunch of bags on your arms and smiled gently. "Hyunjinnie."

He made a face, "Where were you?"

You gave him a confused look. "I went out shoppi-"

"Until 11?" He gave you a look of disbelief. "y/n."

You pursed your lips. "Sorry." You huffed setting down the bags and walking into your shared bathroom.

Hyunjin stood up from the bed. "You can't be brushing me off right now."

"Who said I'm brushing you off?" You looked over your shoulder at him as you brushed your hair.

"y/n."

"Hyunjin." You glared at him.

He rolled his eyes and went back to bed, seeing no use arguing with you.

After about ten minutes you joined him in an oversized t-shirt and panties, facing away from him hugging your pillow and looking at your phone.

Hyunjin glanced at you and tried to touch you, he propped himself up on his elbow and bristled. You were texting Minho. Against his better judgement, he grabbed your phone.

You sprang up in a hot rage about to go off on him for being like this tonight but he kissed you hard, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth before you could protest.

"Why are you talking to him?" He asked, his voice a low husky sound.

"Minho wa-"

"Why were you talking to him?" Hyunjin's eyes narrowed.

"Hyun- OH!" You gasped as he pinned you down suddenly.

"First you stay out late, then you brush me off, now you're texting him?" He pulled your underwear off and his thumb found your clit. "Tell me huh? Can Minho make you feel like this?"

You moaned and jerked at the sudden stimulus, trying to get away for him. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head, it wasn't too harsh, he was giving you opportunity to stop, but you didn't stop him.

He rubbed your clit making you moan and gasp. His grip on your wrist tightened as you tried to jerk away. "Huh? What's wrong?" He asked teasingly.

"T-too much!" You squealed as he applied more pressure to your clit.

"Oh?" He released your hands and moved to be eye level with your sex. "It looks fine to me."

"Hyunj-"

He shoved a finger into you, "Sucking in my finger so desperately, you're wishing it was my dick aren't you?"

You squirm. "No-"

"We're lying now?" He removed his hand from you and licked his fingers, "Open." he brought his finger to your mouth and you opened obediently. He smiled as you sucked on his finger tongue running around the digit, "Good. Minho can't make you do that can he?"

You shook your head, whining softly as Hyunjin pulled his finger out of your mouth.

"Pity." he sighed before grabbing your thighs he lifted them over his shoulders before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your hands flew to his hair and tugged hard, pulling an animalistic sound from his lips, you bucked as the sound vibrated through your core. You felt the knot in your core tightening, you were getting closer, he slipped two fingers into you and curled them to find your g-spot. You squirmed and moaned out, about to release.

And he pulled away, smiling.

You sat up in a hot rage about to choke him. "Hwang Hyunj- AH!"

He flipped you onto your belly and kissed the side of your neck gently. "Stay like this, hm? Be my good girl?" You peeked over your shoulder to see him pulling down his pants just enough to get out his dick.

You gasped as he pulled your arms back.

"Tell me if it hurts." He kissed you gently before slamming into hard forcing a choked squeal from your throat. "So loud." He pushed you down, forcing your back to arch, "Don't want to wake the neighbors, keep it down." He pulled out slowly and thrust into you again, his balls slapping against your clit. You gasped and squirmed under him as he steadily picked up the pace as he started fucking into your roughly.

"Hyunnie! Hyunjin! M- I- p-please!" You moaned and gasped.

"Huh?" He grabbed your hair. "I can't quite understand you, sweet girl. Repeat that?"

You tried formulating the sentence in your head but you couldn't even think of words, Hyunjin lifted your shirt and squeezed your tit.

"What's wrong?" He simpered. "Little slut can't talk anymore? My dick hitting you just right, huh?"

You nodded and cried as he fucked you, bed creaking under your combined weight. "Hyunjin!"

"Are you going to stay out again with some idiot?"

You shake your head. "No. No. Please!"

He released you and let you fall to the bed, grabbing your hips with bruising force, he pulled you back against him, groaning loudly as he hit your cervix. "You're mine, right? This pussy belongs to me."

You nod, "Uh huh! Yours!"

"My sweet girl wants to cum?" His hand reached around and started rubbing at your clit.

"Please!" You moaned loudly.

"Cum for me." He whispered, licking the shell of your ear.

"Mph- Hyunnie!" Your body stiffened, your vision going white, a broken moan escaping your throat.

Hyunjin groaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he shoved himself in deep and came hard inside you letting out a feral sound.

You trembled, pussy spasming around Hyunjin's softening cock.

"Didn't hurt you did I?" He asked quietly, pulling out and rolling off you.

You shook your head no and rolled onto your back.

He grabbed you and pulled you close.

"You're hot when you're jealous..." You muttered.

"Who said I was jealous?" He glanced at you, rolling his eyes.

You giggled.

"Don't do that again." He whispered kissing your hair.

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 1 month ago

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He Canceled Hot Girl Summer 🔥

Series master list 18+ MDNI

The pregnancy test incident...|

Aaliyah had come storming into your apartment with another bag of pregnancy tests. She was like a bat out of hell as she pushed Jay away from you, who was slumped over the toilet, giving up your salmon. Rosette was busy pacing back and forth as she was hastily going through your period tracker app.

You were late late, and it was freaking all four of you out. “Ugh what's the verdict, Rose?”

“Who cares!? Piss on these sticks next. They all can't be loud and wrong!” Aaliyah shouted as she helped you off the floor. She tore open the box and shoved the pregnancy test into your hands.

Jay rolled her eyes, “she's already taken seven different tests. Face it she's done for.”

“I'm counting the days and weeks, and I keep coming up with the start of summer.” Rosette says, she's in tears, “who were you with?”

“I hope it wasn't that jack ass who could barely hold his liquor. His poor hair dye job barely made up for the wort on his nose.” Aaliyah snears.

“No, I didn't let him hit. His breath smelt too bad, and I wasn't drunk enough. I've only been with that guy with the mohawk.” You're sighing in relief as you pee on the stick.

“You're fucking with me!” Aaliyah shouts, “You let that fuck boy hit raw!”

“To be fair.” Jay said, “She's got an implant. We all keep plan Bs on hand.” she's the only one not freaking out.

“What are you gonna do?” Rosette says through her tears.

“Get an abortion is the only right answer.” Aaliyah folds her arms across her chest.

“I can't afford that, I just started working!” You whine, “I don't wanna take the pill and be done for a week!”

“Ask Autumn for the cash.” Jay suggested.

“He will murder me.” You cry thrashing about just being dramatic. “I can see it now ‘You said you were careful damn it!’”

All four of you sigh in defeat at the reality of you asking Autumn for help or risk putting your summer on hold.

Chapter 3: Brunch with a side of almost Tyler Perry Drama.🥐

Sunday brunch-day, a tradition as old as time for a woman like you. Brunch on Sunday was always something you and your friends did after a Saturday night full of sin. When you lived back in the States, Sunday brunch was Sunday Service and after Sunday dinner, and each time, you had a throbbing headache. So when you finally moved out of your parent's home, Sunday service became brunch, and with the help of mimosas, the hangover headache faded to a comfortable buzz.

Now, though, since the cancellation of what was supposed to be your hottest girl summer ever, your Saturdays were spent nursing Omari and your Sundays spent with Autumn and his boyfriend or girlfriend of the week. Today, though, there would be no third wheeling with Autumn and his newest hunch buddy. Instead, you were meeting the father of your baby.

“So” Autumn said as he pulled out a chair for you to sit in, “You got any idea on how we're doing this?” He took up his spot next to you, leaving the seat across from you both open for Johnny. “I was thinking good cop bad cop?”

“We” you readjust the blanket on Omari, he was still sleeping in his little pram, “are going to be nice.”

“Hm, you can be nice, this is still the fuck who ran out on you.” Autumn crosses his arms.

“He was a one night stand, gone wrong.” You sigh in exasperation, “besides it's not like he knew.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. I'm still confused on how I gave you the money for the abortion, sent Rossette with you and you both ended up spending that money at fucking Tesco.” He grumbled.

“Mistake one, you sent Rosette. She heard Omari's heartbeat and started crying, and then I started crying, and the nurse was confused, thinking we were a couple. If you wanted him returned to sender, you should have had Aaliyah go with me.” You shrug and pick up the menu and start reading over it. “Aaliyah would have performed it herself with only me and a set fucking steps, still would have taken the money to go shoe shopping after.”

“She had to work.” He leaned over you to check on his nephew, “but I'm glad he's here, couldn't imagine life without him.” There's a soft smile on his face.

In the beginning, he, like your father and eldest brother, had been angry. When Omari came into the world kicking and screaming, they all nodded their heads and said he was gonna be strong and a handful. Your mom, while hurt that the baby came before marriage, got over herself quickly the moment she saw the ultrasounds and proudly started calling herself ‘Mimi’ because she was too fly to be a ‘Granny' or a ‘Nana’ and her own mother had already taken the name ‘Gigi’.

“Bonnie lass.” That thick Scottish accent rang through the air above the quiet chatter of the patrons of the café.

You looked up to see the hostess showing Johnny to your table. He was exactly as you remembered him, broad shoulders, muscled body, lopsided grin, and that stupid mohawk that refused to be tamed. His gorgeous blue eyes lured you in, and you're reminded of exactly how he managed to ensnare you to begin with. Slowly, you stand up and step around the pram and hug him, just to be polite and definitely not to secretly feel him up. He hugged you back tightly, almost like he didn't want to let you go.

“Johnny, it's good to see you.” You stand back to get a good look at him.

“An’ ye still look as gorgeous as ever.” He smiles even wider, and he glances down at Omari, who is starting to wake up.

There's a cough, and you realize that he didn't come alone. The pretty boy from a year ago is with him, and he's holding a pastel baby blue bag. “We weren't sure what to get him, so we got him a bit of everything.” He offers the bag to you, and you take it with a smile.

“Kyle right?” You say as you all get situated around the table.

“Yeah, that's me.” He rubs the side of his neck and glances at Autumn, who is frowning.

It's a little awkward as the waitress comes by and takes everyone's order. You suddenly find messing with Omari's blanket more interesting than breaking the ice as Autumn orders the strongest drink on the menu. You roll your eyes, wishing that you weren't breastfeeding and could partake in some liquid courage. After the waitress leaves (no doubt is she gonna be watching this real-time Tyler Perry drama), you clear your throat and pull your son out of his pram.

“So.” You look at Johnny, and for a moment, you feel bad that this incredibly intimate moment is being held in public. The man is fighting back tears, “This is Omari Malachi Knights.” You're careful as you turn your large 99th percentile baby to face his dad. “Oma baby, this is your father, John.”

Omari is, of course, more interested in grabbing your hair and trying to yank it into his mouth. He only gurgles and coos, taking in his surroundings. You can feel your wig slipping at his little tugs, and you do your best not to let him embarrass you.

“Bairn looks jus like me.” Johnny says with a slight laugh.

“Unfortunate.” You manage to pry his little fist from your hair, “The audacity to look like you and I carried him for nine months.”

“He seem ta hav’ a penchant fa hair pulling, but he gets tha from ye.” Johnny laughs and tips his head back as he does so.

You gasp and laugh, too. The joke is a stark reminder of the fact that the father of your child is a clown. Him being funny is what led to Omari being here in the first place. Kyle only sighs and sinks into his seat. Autumn only frowns even more.

“Ain't shit sweet, my guy.” Autumn says, bringing your laughter abruptly to an end. He hasn't smiled or laughed yet, and you both know that joke was funny.

Johnny furrows his brows and looks at Autumn. The uncomfortable tension is starting to creep back. “Ach, jussa joke mate.”

“Pay him no mind. He's grumpy before he gets liquored up.” You shoot your brother a look to say ‘be nice’.

“I just don't want us to forget the main issue, we handle that then we can ah kee kee and hah hah.” He shrugs and leans back, “John, do you plan on doing right by my sister and nephew?”

Johnny genuinely looks offended at the idea of not doing right by you both. He looks Autumn square in the face and nods, “Yea, plan to, if my Bonnie lemme, I'd make a honest woman out ‘f her and her and Omari would have mah last name.”

Kyle chokes in shock and looks at Johnny with wide eyes. He is practically willing his friend to stay on script. You can tell they probably had talking points practiced for this meeting and Johnny really said ‘Fuck it. We ball.’

You stare at Johnny and absently bounce Omari in your arms. You were sure it was just him posturing against your brother, not wanting to be cowed. Your eyes slide over to Autumn, who has an unreadable look on his face, jaw clenched. The waitress chooses this time to come back to the table and silently give everyone their drinks. She takes your food order, compliments Omari sweet little toothless grin and hurries the fuck on (probably to tell her coworkers the drama she's been spying on).

Finally, Autumn sips his drink and nods his head, “That’s what's up.” He smiles, like Johnny passed some test that only men were able to give and pass. “Oma is a real handful, and I can't always help my sister out with him.”

You watch as Johnny visibly deflates and breaks into a grin, “Bairn is a MacTavish, he ain't s’posed to be easy.”

You raise an eyebrow at him calling Omari a MacTavish but make no comment on it. Instead, you check Omari over to make sure he doesn’t need a change, “You wanna hold him, Johnny?” You move to stand up, but he's already moving to help you out of the chair. His hand rests low on your back, and you have to suppress a shiver that wants to shake you. “I'm not letting you hold him standing up, and I can sit and stand on my own.” You pout.

“I ken tha, but ye cannae be tae careful.” He says.

You shoo him back to his seat and placed the baby rag on his shoulder. You're acutely aware that there are eyes on you as you do everything one handed. You look at Omari, and his little blue eyes are staring back before he gets to making his little baby noises, “Be good yea, no fussing.” You whisper, and then slowly, you show Johnny how Omari prefers to be held. He likes to sit up so he can see and still needs his back and head supported.

“Oh, he'sa big'un.” Johnny is all smiles as he watches his son. Omari looks up at him and immediately starts cooing and clutching to his shirt.

Kyle snorts, “I'm surprised your ugly mug hasn't scared him yet.” But he too is also smiling.

“Nah, tha would be his uncle Si tha scares him. Ach an’ wot ye mean mah ugly mug!?” He playfully glares back, “we all cannae be a pretty boy.”

You watch as the two of them trade barbs back and forth in between gushing over Omari. “Hm strange, he doesn't do well with new people.” You sip your drink.

“That's the boy's dad, of course he knows.” Autumn teases.

“He's four months old, don't tell me you're starting to be superstitious like mom.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hmm” Autumn hums, “Your stomach sat low the entire pregnancy, and you had to return all that pink, so yeah.”

“How was the pregnancy if you don't mind me asking.” Kyle says, “It wasn't too difficult was it?”

At this, Johnny stops talking in some strange language to his son and looks up. He's a bit worried, “Yeah was it okay?” And the sincerity in his voice makes your heart melt.

“He was a fine pregnancy to carry, but pushing him out took forever and a day and by the time ten hours of labor had come the doctor was saying that if he didn't come out by sunrise, he was getting cut out.” You laugh, “Omari must have heard the threat because he was here at the crack of dawn the next day.”

“ ‘m glad ye had a safe delivery, Bonnie.” Johnny is looking at you, and he looks down at Omari. There are words he wants to say, but it's obvious he won't say them in front of Kyle and Autumn.

Taking pity on him, you stand up and grab the baby bag, “I gotta feed Oma, mind coming with me to keep me company?”

“Uh yea.” He stands and follows you to the little family room that the café has. It's got a changing table and a couch for breastfeeding purposes.

You close the door, lock it, and unbutton your shirt, “hand him here.” You say, and he does. It always takes a second for Omari to settle down to eat, but when he does, he latches and digs his little gummy mouth right into your nipple.

It's quiet as the two of you sit there, not awkward like earlier, and he is watching you closely. At once, you both try to speak.

“Johnny-”

“I'm sorry.”

You both stare at each other, and his blue eyes have unshed tears in them. You avert your gaze and sigh. “You first.”

“I'm sorry ah wasn't here chuilein.” He whispers. “Ye shouldnae had ta do it alone.”

“I was not alone, Johnny.”

“Ye ken wot I mean.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair, “despite tha alternative look tha mohawk gives me, I'mma family man at heart, and I wan’ us to be one.”

You nod your head once, “I'd rather us try co-parenting first Johnny. And if you're gonna do this, you can't half ass it.” You look him dead on with squinted eyes.

“I wouldnae dream of it.” He says, “What exactly do you need and what does Omari need, and I'll get it for ye.”

“I don't need anything.” You laugh, but he isn't laughing.

“Chuilein, I'm serious. I know you have your brother and friends, and they help but he's mah bairn, and rather you acknowledge it or not ye’re mah hen and I want to do everything for you both an’ make sure he has his mum an’ da in the picture.”

You sit there quietly and sigh, “we will give it a trial run. I'll let you come to my house on days I work from home so you can watch him while I work. And as we get more comfortable, we can talk about custody arrangements.” You nod your head, already knowing your people aren't gonna be happy about you diving head first into this. But Johnny has a point, you yourself didn't grow up in a single parent household, and you wouldn't subject Omari to that. Besides, your friends and brother couldn't always help, and daycare ate a hole in your finances, not to mention your lack of alone time and just time to be yourself.

You were feeling less like a bad bitch and more like a sad bitch these days. You didn't look like you were going through it, but gots 2 be glued, lace fronts (with half way melted lace), and concealer could only do so much. It would be nice to be even close to who you were before you dropped your baby and your world became about him. You didn't mind, but there was only so much you could take and as quiet as it's kept the first two months of motherhood you almost caved and went back stateside.

You wince as Omari starts gumming at your nipple and you switch him to the other breast. “Don't make him get attached just for you to decide you don't wanna do this.” You sigh.

“I won't do tha ta ye or him.” He gives you a reassuring smile. “are ye okay wit me tellin’ mah folks?” He asks, his cheeks are little red, and he won't look at you completely.

“Are you choosing now to be shy, John?” You nudge him slightly in the side.

“Nae, jus’ don' want ye tae freak out the moment mah mum and sisters demand fa me ta bring ye both home.” He’s pouting now, and his cheeks are really blushed.

“Sure. But as far as going to see them, let's give it a minute.” You agree.

After brunch, Kyle says that he's got plans to meet up with a friend and wishes Johnny good luck with the rest of his Sunday. You're not dumb, as the hot bitch group chat is going off and Rosette is saying that she's about to get her back blown out by that pretty boy. Autumn kisses you on the cheek and makes you promise that you'll call tonight, it's his way of reminding you to not sleep with your baby daddy or you'll end up with ghetto twins. And just like that you find yourself at your apartment watching Johnny get peed on because he was too slow to change a diaper.

In the end, you both decided to post a picture of Omari and Johnny on his private Facebook. He tagged the post with his mom and sisters. And put the caption as

‘Meet my twin. Omari M. MacTavish’

(You decide not to kick up a fuss about the MacTavish part.)

It wasn't even thirty minutes before his phone was blowing up with FaceTime calls from his mum and sisters.

Johnny decides to take the call in the nursery. He's got Omari in his arms, and he carefully sits down in the rocking chair. He checks on his little mini me and then answers the call. It's his mom and one of his oldest sisters. Both of their faces were in pure shock.

“Hey mum.” He whispered shyly, “can't be too loud. I'm trying to get him to nap.” At this point, Omari makes it his mission to start fussing and fighting sleep like it's an mma match. His little cries and whines are the only thing on the call.

“A bairn! A wee wean! Johnny, how did ye hide this from us?” His mum is in tears.

“Long story mum.” He really doesn't want to explain to her that her grandson is the product of a wild one night stand. His sister Davina only gives him a knowing look.

“Ach, f'course ye get wrapped intae this.” Davina frowns, “where's his mum?”

“Takin’ a shower. Mah, poor chuilein been doing it on her own if her brother and friends cannae help.” He looks down at Omari. He clearly has no interest in taking a nap. So he turns the camera to face him and his mom coos immediately.

“Oh Johnny, he looks jus like ya da with those eyes.” She sniffles “are ye on leave? When will we get tae see him and his mum?”

“I am, an' we're workin on it.” He sighs, “she wants ta do co-parenting and-”

“John MacTavish ye do plan on marry'n the girl!” Davina scolds, “Mum didnae raise you tha way.”

“It's not that simple. She wants to take things slow. ‘m jus happy she wants to let me ‘round.” He explained.

“Well,” his mum smiles, “be sure ta send me plenty ‘f pictures of mah newest grand bairn, an' ye make sure ye do everything she says.”

“Yes mum.” He turns the camera back to himself and smiles, “Gotta go, it's nap time an’ he really is kickin uppa fuss.”

They say their ‘I love yous’ and there is a promise to call as soon as he gets a moment to himself. Johnny looks down at Omari and grins as his son fights sleep. He is positive that things are gonna work out. And he adores the feeling that he gets holding his son.

There's no way things could go left…right?

Tag list: @evergreenlake @royalty-cashinout @leahnicole1219 @gxuxhdjdu @daft-queen

#black!reader #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x you #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #Johnny soap mactavish x black!reader #Johnny MacTavish x y/n #reader is female #reader is black

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 1 year ago

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I've been meaning to request this for a while now, and I think it's just so silly. Trey, Idia, and Cater taking a shower with their respective S/O and being shocked that they have the water temperature so scorching hot 🔥

Cater Diamond:

Cater enjoyed a hot shower, who was he to deny the draw of being cleansed by fire and having worries melt right off your skin. Yet, it seemed you were made of tougher stuff than he was, Cater yelping and yanking his hand back as the hot water assaulted his skin. He’s torn as your ‘come hither’ stare was too convincing for him to ignore, praying to the heavens above that it wouldn’t dry out his skin too badly.

Idia Shroud:

Idia’s already pale skin instantly sees the effects of the scalding hot droplets of water, pink and red splotches forming along his leg that the water had hit first. He was used to heat, the hair on his head could exceed the heat a gaming computer gave off when reaching critical levels, but purposely boiling like a lobster was a different situation. His look is one of alarm when you entered the shower without missing a step, and Idia tries to come to terms with the fact your armor stat was higher than he even imagined possible.

Trey Clover:

Trey felt this was akin to stuffing himself in an oven and baking among the loaves of bread, watching them rise as he deflated. He let out a deep sigh and offered a compromise, turning the knob down a bit to make the shower habitable for life other than you or aliens who lived on the sun's surface. He’s not a fan of a boiling hot shower but he could deal with it for you, making a mental note to run the shower for the two of you next time.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Cater Diamond #Trey Clover #Idia Shroud #Cater Diamond x Reader #Trey Clover x Reader #Idia Shroud x Reader

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apdreadful · 8 months ago

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Something in the way he walks

Evan is leaning against the truck with Ravi and Lucy.

He glances up as Tommy walks out of the back of the garage wiping his hands on a shop towel as he chats with Eddie.

Evan can’t take his eyes off him. He feels the heat rise to his face because yeah he’s totally staring at his boyfriend. His incredibly hot sexy boyfriend. And when Tommy glances up and sees Buck, a grin splits his face and he winks.

He says something to Eddie, tosses the rag on a bench and starts toward him with that loose hipped swagger that makes Buck flush just watching him. He loves the way Tommy walks, slow and laconic and it reminds Buck of the way Tommy likes to fuck on the rare mornings they both don’t have a shift.

Morning sex, any sex, but especially morning sex, is sublime with Tommy. Because he likes to take his time and just dismantle Buck.

Tommy starts to pass him heading toward the hanger, when he gets right next to Buck he leans in and whispers “Evan” in that voice that makes Bucks skin tingle “If you’re going to keep eye fucking me. Be ready for the consequences.”

“If you want me to stop, you’re going to need to stop walking like a fucking wet dream then” Buck retorts softly.

Tommy’s eyebrows shot up followed by the wickedest damn gleam in his eye. “I didn’t say I wanted you to stop”

He ghosts his lips by Bucks ear “But I like that you dream about me”

And Buck feels an honest to god shiver run right down his back and straight to his dick.

Suddenly remembering Lucy and Ravi he turns to look at them.

Lucy’s eyes are wide “Holy shit Buckley. Im not going to lie. I find a man who looks at me like that and I’m climbing him like a tree right then and there”

“Yeah” Ravi chimes in “I’m straight, and even I’m feeling a little something”

Evan’s blush sets his face on fire. But he can’t keep the smile off his face. Because yeah. His boyfriend is hot as fuck.

“That man” Lucy says with awe in her voice “Is 100% into you. Like I think he made me spontaneously ovulate with the look he gave you”

Bucks phone buzzes in his pocket. Pulling it out he sees a text from Tommy “So, let’s get outta here. I’d like to hear more about this dream..in detail, with props, and immersive details”

He knows his face is on fire as he stands up, putting his hands in his pockets to quickly and covertly adjust his erection saying “I’m going to head out. See you both later”

“Yeah. Go on you lucky bastard. Kiss him once for me”Lucy teases.

“Yeah. Not from me though” Ravi adds.

As he’s walking away he hears Lucy say “Ravi, you wanna go grab a drink?”

Bucks still grinning when he slides into the car with Tommy.

“What’s so funny?” Tommy leans over and gives Evan a quick kiss.

“Lucy just asked Ravi out”

“What prompted that?” Tommy asks.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it was the way you looked at me. Apparently, you’re so hot, you’re getting other men laid” Buck told him with a smile.

“Well tell Ravi, He’s welcome”

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/55983970"

Inspired by this gif..because reasons 🔥

#jesus mary and twelve carpenters look at the way he walks #it’s stupid making hot #You know Tommy likes firing him up #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buck x tommy #evan x tommy #bucktommy #kinley #tevan #tevan fic #also on ao3

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nimmie-nugget · 8 months ago

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Just came back from making an Emo Reader x Tyler Harendez (Request) Can you make an Emo Reader x Tyler Harendez

Tyler met Reader at a hot topic while he was at the mall with Taylor and the others. (I'm not good with writing srry.)

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Concept: Tyler with an Emo!S/O

Note: GREAT IDEAAAA🔥🔥🔥 guys we gotta stop being preppy for a moment🎀🧍‍♀️ Sorry abt this appearing in tags that aren’t even related<3 also I say your writing is great :)

Warning: I apologize prior for any Grammer, Spelling+etc errors. Cringe?? Tyler may be OOC >:(

SBG Masterlist

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“Mhm.. alright thank you.” He said, sounding a tad bit agitated for someone who just received help, but he didn’t disrespect you so you can Willy Donka your way out.

I imagine that likeee he visited hot topic a few times already but needed help with findings thing around so you popped uppp

No because you two started to hang out a bit more when he kept coming often

For some reason you’re just there at hot topic 24/7 and he hasn’t seen you out anywhere, not even in school

Please get some help

“Ugh.. if you do not hold still I will shove the tip of this eyeliner in your eye!!” He threatened.

“Stop talking for fucks sakes, I can’t do your lipstick if you keep yapping in my ear… [NAME] I SWEAR TO-” Tyler was annoyed, he doesn’t mind you speaking but please let him do your makeup without any troubles!!

He doesn’t mind doing your makeup, he had a lot of experience with Taylor so why not?

Does find it a tad bit annoying when you’re moving your face but he’s your boyfriend so he’ll tolerate it ♡

“There too, yeah?” He said as he points to a bunch of spots he wants you to kiss.

He’d love your kisses, especially since your lipstick would leave kiss marks

Wishes he could live in the moment forever

“You listen to too many rock bands.. listen to me for once.” He said, groaning in annoyance. Just wanting your attention.

Shared the same music taste as ya

Both of you would be blasting music in either of your rooms

“This is how you do it right?? Well? Tell me I won’t know if your dumbass likes the way I do it or not!” He spouted out, rolling his eyes as he gave a pat to you on the head.

Earlier when the relationship started he went on to practice on how to do makeup so he could do all the black lipstick and eyeliner nnn stuff with ya

He sees it as a bonding experience♡

Nowwww the phantoms. PHANTOMS. PHANTOMS.

He’ll never let you know about the phantoms though, it’s not like you’ll even believe him..

“You better have enjoyed reading this.. reading me.. to fill that fantasy filled head of yours for fictional characters.. lame am I right?” He insulted as you finished reading all these head cannons.

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Lil Note: Hearts, Comments and Reblogs are Appreciated❤️

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epicbuddieficrecs · 4 months ago

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Weekly Recap | September 15th-22nd 2024

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH it's season 8 premiere week baby!!!!!!!!

Complete

I Don't Like Your Boyfriend (I Think You Need a New One) by eightpackdiaz (Post-S7, BuckTommy Break-Up, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): Wine night at Hen and Karen's results in an adorably drunk Eddie demanding Buck come over and cuddle him in the middle of the night

So tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed? by Dark_Rosaleen (TW: Mention of rape/non-con Re: Dr. Wells | 3K | Mature): “Can we… can we back up a sec?” Eddie says, heart hammering because he can’t have heard that right. “Uh, yeah.” Buck says with a bemused expression. “You had sex with your therapist?” Buck frowns. Shifts in his seat a little. “Yeah.” “Buck, that’s—” Eddie stops. Breathes. “Buck, that’s not right.”

the cat's meow by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S7 | 4K | Explicit): Buck walked into Eddie's house and froze. “Is that a cat?” “Well it’s not a dog,” Eddie laughed, shifting so he was sitting up. Pinto made a dissatisfied little cooing sound as he moved, but settled in his lap once he was upright. “When the hell did you get a cat?” - Eddie adopts a cat and let's himself have good things.

Love & Other Surprises by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Post-S7 | Getting Together | 4K | Teen): After going to collect Christopher from Texas, Buck and Eddie turn up to the firehouse wearing wedding rings. Everyone is understandably confused.

I Think I Want To Marry You by MajorKoalaTea (Wedding Proposal | 5K | Teen): Eddie Diaz wants to propose to Buck so he decides to ask Bobby and Athena for their blessing. The universe doesn't make it easy for him. A 5+1 fic where Eddie tries to get Bobby and Athena's blessing to propose and fails. Plus the one time he succeeds.

Reaching For You by Inell/ @inell (Soulmates AU, S4E14: Survicors | 5K | Teen): While getting Eddie to safety after a sniper attack, Buck realizes that they might be soulmates and has to make a difficult choice.

Sweet Talk by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7 | 6K | Teen): Eddie asks to crash at the loft while Christopher is gone, struggling to be on his own. Only problem? There's only one bed, and no couch.

🔥 by any other name by coldbam/ @coldbam (Post-S7, Jealous Buck | 7K | Explicit): “Eddie, this guy—he gave me my name.” Eddie’s eyebrows crease together. “Buck here is forgetting the full introduction.” Bailey steps forward and extends his hand to Eddie. “Evan Bailey, 178. I go by Evan now.” He winks, and he’s still got Eddie’s hand grasped in his, the handshake going on a lot longer than necessary. But Bailey always liked to make an impression, especially with— Well, especially with guys he thought were hot. * Eddie meets one of those other Evans from Buck's academy class. Buck is totally normal about it.

Friendly Advice by Inell/ @inell (Post-S7, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): When Ravi asks Buck and Eddie to have dinner with him, they don’t expect him to ask them for advice on how they remained friends after breaking up. The issue? They’ve never been a couple.

I’ll Take You All The Way, Boy Just Come Along by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Different First Meeting AU | 8K | Teen): The Diaz boys are having a rough day. Lucky for them, they meet a firefighter at the 118 who's determined to do anything he can to make them smile. It works, it really, really works.

🔥 you ruined my life by not being mine by coldbam/ @coldbam (Post-S7, Eddie Coming Out | 8K | Explicit): Buck stands up so quickly he nearly knocks over his drink. “That guy just grabbed his ass.” Hen tugs him back down to his seat. “Yeah, and Eddie does not look mad about it. Chill out.” * Or, Eddie spends the summer finding himself while Buck is forced to watch.

all you're giving me is friction by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Canon Divergent, S2 | 8K | Teen): “Now that is a handsome man.” The first thing Hen notices about New Recruit Eddie Diaz is that he is in possession of a remarkable set of abdominal muscles. The next thing she notices is the wedding ring. And Buck is staring at him like a piece of meat. “Oh, nuh-uh,” she says immediately. “Don’t even think about it, Buckley.” or, Eddie is new, and married, and Buck won’t stop flirting. 5+1.

🔥I didn't know (that it could be good) by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S7, FWB | 27K | Explicit): They're friends, that's all there is to it. Until Eddie lets himself into Buck's apartment unannounced, and finds him in a compromising position. That should be nothing, just something to laugh about down the line, except afterwards, it's like a switch has flipped, and neither of them can get it out of their minds. The solution? They need to get it out of their systems. Just one time, and things will go back to normal. But one time turns to two, which turns to more nights spent together than apart, and still, they haven't actually spoken about what any of this means for them. They're still just friends, right?

WIP

Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 4/? | 26K | Explicit): In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 19/21 | 96K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 go and kill, go and die by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Zombie Apocalypse AU | 7/14 | 32K | Mature): The 118 are a group of survivors in a small California town in the wake of a zombie apocalypse. For months they've been isolated and safe. But the arrival of some new players, the search for some missing loved ones, will shake everything up and put their little team in jeopardy.

Podfic

This Mortal Coil (Shuffle) by knuckledusters/ @danhalen // fic eirabach/ @eirabach (S6E11: In Another Life | 2-2.5h | Mature): Maddie was never supposed to be Buck’s mother. Eddie was never allowed to be his anything. But three minutes and seventeen seconds later, here they are. [Or, Maddie and Eddie wait, bond, and remember.]

Re-read

🔥 like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Fix-It | 21K | Mature): If you’d asked Eddie back in May what rock bottom looked like, it was his son leaving him. That felt like it; everything ruined so entirely that there was no way to ruin it further. There’s always more to lose.

🔥 situations, circumstances, miscommunications ( i just may like some explanations ) by heartbeatdiaz / @lonelychicago (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 4K | Teen): "You didn't know?" Eddie asks, calmer but not less confused. He frowns. "How could you not know?" "You never said anything?" Buck tilts his head to the side. "We were dating?” “I guess not,” Eddie sighs. His heart is beating a little faster, an unpleasant buzz beneath his skin as he all but chokes on a feeling he can’t quite name— it could be hurt or disappointment or maybe a mix of both. In that moment, he knows three things very clearly. 1. Buck is going to be the death of him. 2. He is in love with the most dense, most oblivious man on planet Earth. 3. He is too gay and, honestly, too old for this shit.

How Come You Didn't Tell Me We Were Dating? I Didn't Know Either! by Sonayesul (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 6K | General): “Omigod, I’m in love with Buck,” Eddie said, burying his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to cause a crisis,” Frank said. “I’m in love with Buck.” Eddie repeated. “I should not have assumed your relationship with him,” Frank continued on. “I’m in love with Buck.” He’s like a broken record. “Maybe we should end early today.” Frank suggested and Eddie weakly nodded. ~ In which case, Buck and Eddie have been dating for six months. Except neither of them got the memo.

#epic buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfiction

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months ago

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His tripod would be set up right next to your dripping hole as he lifted the skirt you had on and aimed and zoomed right at it. During the time your back was leaning against his broad chest as his hand traveled down to your folds, you were sat in between his thighs. With his thick digits spreading your pussy lips apart, he was wearing his gold ring. You both felt pleasure rising in the air as he continued to explore your body.

"You're goddamn wet for me." He said, his voice low and husky as he breathed into your ear. "So greedy, huh älskling?" He asked, pressing his fingers into your pussy. As he slowly pulled it out, you gave a small whimper as he brought two fingers to dip in. The camera recorded every delicious second as you felt full, even with his digits inside.

His smile spread across your face as he gazed at your aching clit through the camera. As he rubbed it with his fingers, he saw your folds closely. Then he leaned his chin over your shoulder, spit directly down your body so it ran directly into your messy clit.

It didn't take him long to feel you clench around him, his fingers bruising your sweet spot, as he knew when you were ready to burst. "Willy," You squeaked out your chest heating up, pussy fluttering. In an instant, he rubbed the back of your clit, letting the fountain of cum squirt everywhere as he pulled his fingers out. His hand slapped your drenched cunt before shoving two fingers in deep again as he groaned against your neck. He would proudly tell everyone he was the one who made you make such a mess through the audio as he said, “She's only a squirter for me.” A little inspo for your new series.

🥵🥵🥵 as always this is so so hot!

🔥 But as much as I'd love to use this for my new series, this kind of scene just suits inexperienced!reader perfectly 😏 She's my perfect little slut for Willy, and she definitely deserves all the attention in a story like this!

Tropes & Warnings: inexperienced!reader x Willy, 18+ smut - Quite straightforward 😂

Word count: 1.1K

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Returning to Toronto after an off-season filled with travel and adventure was both a relief and a challenge. You and William had spent blissful days soaking in the serene beauty of Sweden and basking under the sun on the shores of Saint Tropez, surrounded by his family and creating memories that felt like dreams. But now, you were back in your shared flat, just the two of you, and the comfort of home brought with it a new kind of intimacy, one that felt more personal and intense.

The first few days back were a blur of exhaustion and simple routines. You walked the dogs together, made quick trips to the supermarket, and spent most of your time lounging around, ordering takeaway, and catching up on sleep. It was a slower pace than you were used to, but it felt right—like a much-needed rest after the whirlwind of your travels.

And as the days passed, William returned to his workout routine, preparing himself for the upcoming hockey season, while you got back into the swing of your own work. Life gradually returned to its regular rhythm, yet somehow, something felt different. The spark that had ignited between you during the off-season seemed to have dimmed slightly, the excitement giving way to the familiarity of routine.

It was during one of those quiet evenings, as the golden light of the afternoon faded into the soft glow of twilight, that William suggested something new. It was an idea he’d been mulling over for a while, unsure if it would interest you but unable to let it go. He wanted to make a video—something private, something intimate. The thought of capturing your most personal moments together, documenting the way he touched you and the power he had over you, had been on his mind.

The video wasn’t necessarily intended for sharing with others; rather, William saw it as a way for the two of you to experiment and perhaps for him to use when he needed a release while on the road.

When he brought it up, his voice was soft, almost hesitant, but the intensity in his eyes showed he was serious. The idea was bold, and though it pushed the boundaries of what you had explored before, it didn’t feel strange or out of place. Instead, it sparked a thrill within you.

The night was charged with anticipation, the air thick as you settled into your shared bedroom. William had set up his tripod, positioning the camera carefully to capture the moment from an angle that was both intimate and revealing. There was something thrilling about the setup, a sense of anticipation that sent shivers down your spine. You were seated between his strong thighs, your back resting against his broad bare chest as his hand moved with deliberate slowness, exploring the soft skin beneath your skirt.

His touch was both gentle and assertive, his fingers grazing your folds with a tenderness that made your breath catch. The warmth of his body against your naked torso was comforting, but it was the way he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, that sent a wave of heat through you.

"You're goddamn wet for me," he murmured, his words igniting a flush of desire through your veins. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could sense the smile in his voice as he added, "So greedy, huh älskling?"

With practised ease, his thick fingers spread you apart, the cool metal of his gold ring contrasting with the warmth of his touch. You could feel the pressure building as he slowly pressed his fingers past your entrance, filling you in a way that made you gasp softly. The camera captured every moment, every shiver and gasp, but your focus was entirely on William, on the way he made you feel.

He was patient, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation until you could barely stand it. And as he pulled his fingers out, the emptiness was almost unbearable, and you let out a soft whimper, the sound escaping your lips without you even realising it. But William wasn’t finished. He dipped his fingers back in, the fullness returning as he continued to work you closer to the edge. Curling and twisting his digits with every pump.

His gaze flicked to the camera, a smile spreading across his face as he watched the way your body responded to his touch. There was a possessiveness in his eyes, a pride in knowing exactly how to make you feel this way. And as his fingers then found your clit, rubbing it with practised ease, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you, your body tensing with the intensity of it.

He leaned in closer, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the scene unfold, the intimacy of the moment heightened when he spat, the warm fluid running down to your sensitive core. It was a gesture both dominant and intimate, sending another jolt of heat through your body, and he stuck his fingers inside you again.

You could feel yourself clenching around him, the pleasure building to a point where it was almost too much to bear. William knew your body well, knew exactly when you were close, and his touch only grew firmer, more insistent as he drove you higher and higher. His motions were merciless, actions that drove your mind wild and breaths catching in your throat.

“Willy,” you managed to cry, your voice barely audible as your chest heaved with the effort to breathe. The tension within you snapped, and in an instant, you were overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, your muscles fluttering as your body released in a rush of sensation.

But he didn’t stop there. As you came undone, he pulled his fingers out, only to slap your drenched core lightly before plunging them back in, a groan escaping his lips as he felt your body respond to his touch; your juices spraying like a waterfall. The sound of his voice, low and proud, filled the room as he spoke to the camera, his words brimming with possessive pride.

“She’s only a squirter for me,” he said, satisfaction evident in his tone as he held you close, the aftermath of your release leaving you both breathless and trembling.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breaths, the intensity of the moment leaving you both spent and content. And as you both settled into the comforting embrace of each other’s arms, you knew this was something special—an experience that would linger in your memories long after the night had passed.

#my asks #queued post #inexperienced!reader x Willy #wn88 imagine #thirst night #18+ smut #william nylander smut #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey smut

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monzamash · 2 years ago

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strawberries and cream — daniel ricciardo

summary – a pre-wimbledon rendezvous never hurt nobody. pairing – daniel ricciardo x you (female reader) rating – 18+ (smut, course language, light dom) word count – 1.6k a/n – this has been in my drafts for tooo long and actually came from two prompts sent in a few weeks ago by @percervall and anon, which were thigh riding 🔥 and “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now” so rip to us all. masterlist

“Right this way, Mr Ricciardo.”

Wimbledon was the perfect amount of pomp and you expected nothing less from your British counterparts. There were celebrities everywhere you looked, right and left – all mingling and gossiping in the section exclusively reserved for the who’s who of London’s elite. It was your first time attending Wimbledon and the first public outing with Daniel outside of the formula one bubble.

You were nervous and understandably so, but the reassuring hand resting on your back, reaching for you every time he lost contact eased your nerves. He was the one who convinced you to tag along after all, insisting that you’d love it because you loved him. Cheesy, but it worked. And selfishly, he didn’t want to go alone.

“Thanks mate.” Daniel thanked the usher before scooting down the row, his bright smile greeting everyone you snuck past and apologising profusely until you made it to your seats.

Daniel pointed down at one of the two empty seats, offering for you to sit down first, “Oh absolutely not – after you, Mr Ricciardo,” You teased before taking the seat graciously, cheekily grinning up at your man.

Ha-ha, he sarcastically bit back and slid in next to you, hand instantly reaching for your thigh, “Sounds a lot better when you say it,” he whispered into your ear, capturing your undivided attention.

“Play your cards right and you might hear it again,” You taunted back in a hushed voice, giving him a taste of his own medicine and earning a soft whine in return.

You and Daniel had arrived late to the event, and for good reason. Barely a second had ticked by before Daniel had his hands on your waist, tugging you out of your shared bathroom and into his chokehold, “This dress is something else.”

His compliments never just washed over and your blushing cheeks always gave you away. There was something about the way he said them that was different to all of your exes, a sincerity that almost always took you by surprise even though he always made sure you knew how incredible you were. He was earnest and it was one of the reasons why you’d fallen in love with him. That list was endless.

“You look so good too, baby.” You teased, letting him pull you into his lap without much of a fight. The second you got a whiff of his cologne, you were under his spell, tingling between your thighs. There was something about it, something about him that made you weak, even when you knew you had to resist the temptation.

“But we don’t have time for this – you need to put on some pants because we’re already running late…”

You tried to reason but Daniel simply hummed into your neck and ghosted his lips over your skin, “I really don’t care, babe because you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now so…” He groaned, skimming his hands up under the hem of your dress and readjusting you on his thigh, “Get rid of these and ride me.”

“You’re not even hard, Dan,” You practically giggled as he tugged at your underwear. You could feel his soft cock under the thin cotton boxer briefs that were brushing against your leg, wondering what the hell he was on about.

“I’m not talkin’ about my dick, sweetheart. I want you to get yourself off on my thigh.”

Your voice got caught in your throat as you tried to protest, not really knowing how to respond but you knew you couldn’t do what he was asking, could you? You wanted to, of course, but time was ticking and the tennis waits for no-one, especially not two horny so and so’s who couldn’t keep it in their pants.

A raspy chuckle and a barely there stroke of your sensitive clit brought you out of the tormented thoughts you were having, which only exacerbated your desires.

“Hold ‘em just like that for me – that’s it,” Daniel encouraged as you reached down and held your panties to the side, letting your already slick pussy brush against his tanned, tattooed thigh.

Daniel brought his fingers up to his mouth, covered them in his spit and quickly resumed his pressure on your clit that was screaming for his attention. He’d riled you up, looked at you like you were his prey in the wilderness, ready to pounce and make you feel like you were on fire. And he’d barely even touched you yet, which made the sensation of his wet, yet rough fingertips feel even better. You couldn’t help but dive into the crook of his neck, a soft whiny moan slipping from your lips as he slowly stoked you into a state of pure bliss.

“Just rock back like that – remember that time in Portugal when we snuck off to the bathroom and did this? You liked that, right?”

Daniel needed to know that you were as excited about this as he was. He was being selfish in a way because watching you experience unsurmountable amounts of pleasure gave him a lot more satisfaction than his own high ever could and you deserved it after agreeing to spend your day off going to this match with him. It was going to be insufferable in the heat so he owed you this.

“I loved it.”

You didn’t even bother to look up from his neck when you moaned a reply to his question, now sliding against his unbelievably thick fingers that were warming you up for the main event, “I could come like this.”

“Don’t,” Daniel firmly shot back before removing his hand and gripping your rutting hips, “Find where it feels the best, baby. Make a mess, I don’t care – do what you need to do to feel good, yeah?” His voice was melodic, calming, erotic and you did as you were told.

The angle wasn’t perfect to begin with as you lowered yourself and completely surrendered to the mercy of his tensed thigh. It felt great even while you tested the waters, but as you began to rock back and forth, you could feel the muscles in his leg contracting and you needed to chase them to chase your high. It was almost like a game the way the landscape of your playground kept changing, a ridge under hi taut skin suddenly appearing out of nowhere, hitting your clit perfectly and lunging you forward into Daniel’s shoulder, moaning uncontrollably.

“You have no idea how good this feels,” You groaned into his ear, kissing him profusely, trying to distract yourself from how embarrassingly close you were after only a couple of minutes riding on his thigh.

“Sounds like it,” Daniel replied, eyes focused on where your wetness was dripping down his leg, tattoos glistening under the dim bedroom lighting. If he wasn’t hard before, he was now but he hadn't even noticed. Fucking you senseless wasn’t always a means to his end and he was more than happy having you unravelling above him, sharp teeth biting the skin on his clavicle as you bucked through your high, “You gonna come for me? Show me how good it feels.”

Mmm-hmm, you hummed, high-pitched and barely audible to the human ear. You threw your head back, panting, arched spine as the knots twisting in your stomach came undone. Daniel’s name and a couple of expletives tumbled from your throat, one after the other, repeating until you felt his hand slapping down on your bare arse, the sound and sensation alone nearly triggering your orgasm again until you caught your breath and composed yourself.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” Daniel whispered and tucked the hair that had fallen from your hair tie out of the way of your angelic face.

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now.”

“Bad?” You grimaced, feeling droplets of sweat sliding down your spine underneath your thin white dress, knowing you probably looked like a hot mess. But Daniel shook his head and chuckled, shocked by your question.

“What? No! You look unreal like this, all fucked out and blushing – you drive me fucking crazy… And look at you all over me,” He groaned, languidly swiping his fingertips over his gleaming thigh and licking them, savouring your elixir. The colours were more vibrant, clearer now without the lustful haze hindering your vision.

“So. Bloody. Sexy,” He punctuated each word with a firm peck to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth on the last one and taking your breath away again.

“You are.” You mumbled into his feverish mouth before pressing your shaky hands to his shoulders and breaking the heated kiss, “But we really have to go, honey. I think the uber’s called me three times.”

“You know what? Nick is such a fucking brat anyways, why are we supporting him again?” Daniel asked as he dragged himself up from the bed in search for the pants he’d ironed only an hour ago.

“That’s a great question…” You quietly hummed, not really knowing the answer yourself, “Kinship, maybe? Pity? I have no idea but you said you’d be there so we have to be there.”

And here you were, silently sitting and watching his fellow Aussie chucking a tantrum at the end of every game, hands clasped together in Daniel’ lap. You glanced up to your left and rested your chin on his padded shoulder, looking like a dream in his suit and tie, sunglasses shielding his kind eyes.

“Thank you for earlier, by the way. Don’t think I voiced my appreciation properly,” You whispered causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end as a smirk tugged on the corners of his mouth. Daniel tilted his head to the side and leaned in close to the cusp of your ear, cheek-to-cheek and whispered –

“My pleasure… but you can thank me properly later, sweetheart.”

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moodboard by @mochie85 divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Five - An Otherworldly Celebartion

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, alcohol? Partying, tooth-rotting fluff and so so much romance

Word Count: 5,9k

a/n: Let's get this party started! 🥳 Next chapter will be already the final one - which is kinda crazy... What a journey this has been... And you better fasten your seatbelts for next week, because it's getting hot! 🔥

This chapter's shout outs: Huge thanks again to @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 for the beautiful party edition of the wedding dress! Thank you, @muddyorbsblr for chosing Loki's suit and Thor's outfits! Another thanks to my flower girl, @fictive-sl0th ! @lokisgoodgirl & @mochie85 made a wonderful team in planning the party entertainment - thank you so much! Just like @lokiforever & @brokenpoetliz - thank you for this location as well! @mypainischronicbutmyassisiconic is the DJ - thank you, friend! And of course @aagn360 for designing the wedding cake! Thank you!

💍 Chapter Four °☆• Chapter Six 💍

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• A Covenant for Eternity Masterlist (coming soon!)

Rose petals rained down on you and Loki, as you walked hand in hand on the white carpet towards the awaiting carriage. Everybody was lined up at the way; cheering and smiling, all the while throwing the beautiful flowers your way.

Before it was time for celebrations, you and Loki would tend to another Midgardian wedding tradition... The release of white doves.

Behind the emerald green curtains at the end of the aisle, three big cages with doves awaited you. In two of them was only one dove; in the third quite a few more.

Once everyone had gathered around you, Loki and the animals; one of the royal keepers stepped forward to guide you through this beautiful tradition. He opened one cage and gently grabbed the bird; handing the stunning creature over to Loki, who took it just as gently in his hands. Then he showed you how to hold your dove.

"There you go, your majesty." Majesty... You almost fainted at the words of the young keeper. This was all still a bit surreal for you... "She's very kind, but you have to be careful with her wings. If you hurt her, she might pick after you," the Æsir instructed you, just like he instructed Loki. You nodded. "Alright. Thank you." Carefully he handed you over the dove and you took her carefully - not to hurt her in your hands. The keeper nodded at you, "Whenever your majesties are ready, just throw them gently up in the air and let go. They'll fly away." and took a bow; stepping aside.

All eyes were once again, of course, on you and the prince. You exchanged a look with your husband- husband... sounded very surreal in your head as well, and he nodded. "On three, my love?" "On three." Loki gave you a nod as well and started the countdown. "One, two, three!"

On three, both you and him threw the doves gently in the air and let go; watching the beautiful animals fly away into the sunny autumn sky. Then you immediately went to the third big cage and released the other white doves together; opening up the cage. They followed the other two birds; accompanied by claps and cheers of the people around you. Family, friends, colleagues - and the royal staff... Maids, guards, servants, cooks, the keepers - basically everybody who worked in the palace. You had been adamant that they all were invited to the ceremony as a thankyou for all the hard work they performed for this wedding.

After everyone had watched the doves flying away and the cages had been removed, you and Loki got awashed with congratulations left and right. Thor was the first. He had just pushed his way to the front. "Brother!" The blond god called out - and before Loki could even react, he found himself in a bone crushing hug. "I'm so indescribably happy for you and Lady Y/N! Congratulations!" Loki could only wince in return; the hug being definitely a bit too tight.

Once Thor let go of him, your husband had taken a few very deep breaths first. You just tried to hold back the giggle bubbling up in the back of your throat. "Thank you, brother," Loki almost panted. "But if you ever hug me that tight again, I am going to stab you." Thor smiled brighter than a Cheshire cat; slapping a meaty hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "I do love you as well, Loki."

While Thor congratulated you, Jane did the same to Loki.

Odin was next, of course, being his father and your father-in-law. The royal family had the privilege to congratulate the newlyweds first, for sure, therefore was Frigga following after her husband.

"Loki..." She smiled brightly; blinking away a few tears and cupping her son's cheeks despite his horned helmet. "I am so very proud of you. My little boy, married. I cannot quite believe it yet. I am beyond happy." Loki smiled back at his mother; a tear escaping his eyes. He gently took her hands in his and pressed a kiss on her knuckles. "Thank you, mother. Without you, I would've never gotten this far. I love you." Frigga moved to tightly hug her son. "And I love you."

You watched from the sidelines with tears in your eyes as well. You loved the bond Loki and his mother shared. It was beautiful.

Then Frigga turned to you; hands cupping your cheeks as well. "Y/N... Congratulations. I'm honoured to call you my daughter-in-law now. I am grateful for you. I truly am. You showed Loki what he needed the most... Love. Appreciation. Acceptance." She placed a motherly kiss on your forehead. "Thank you."

You didn't even know what to answer; being utterly overwhelmed by her words and speechless. So instead, you wrapped Frigga up in a hug. Sometimes gestures said more than words ever could.

All your friends and colleagues were next; including Natasha and, of course, Nick.

"Congrats, kid," Nick said with a smile and embraced you as well. "I'm happy for ya. Even though I would've chosen someone else and not exactly a war criminal, but hey... Love is strange, right?" You knew that he was teasing you, so you played along. "Noted, boss. In my next life I marry America's ass, not Asgard's ass." A hearty laugh left the older man's lips, who had exchanged his signature black coat for a black tux. "I take you by the word."

After everyone had congratulated you both, it was time to head back to the palace. While the royal staff was already on the way back, in order to start some last minute preparations (and especially to cook), at least ten open carriages waited for you and your guests to transport you back. They were beautifully decorated with white lilies and roses - fit for a wedding.

You and Loki took a seat in the very first carriage, of course; sitting beside each other. The god immediately reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers. You looked up at him; smiling. A gesture which he returned.

Once everyone has found a place in the carriages and was seated, the caravan started to move. This time, though, you took a different road. Not the one through the nature and woods of Asgard, no. The other one, which led through the city and heart of the realm. It was tradition for a royal bridal couple to make their appearance in front of their people. And so, Loki and you - just like Jane and Thor when they had gotten married, settled for a little parade through the city.

The Æsir were welcomed to go on the streets and stand by the sidelines to watch the royal wedding caravan make it's way to the palace. Since you had already liked this at your brother-in-law's wedding, you asked Loki if this could be done at yours and his wedding as well... He agreed happily. Besides, it was tradition. Plus, it allowed you and Loki a few minutes of some privacy, before you'd reach the city...

"Are you warm enough, my love?" Your husband asked; while making sure that the white cloak was draped neatly over your almost bare shoulders and arms. You nodded, "Yes, I'm good, thank you." and gave him a smile; placing your hand on his leather clad thigh. An offer the god couldn't resist. He took you hand immediately in his and started to caress the soft skin on the back of your hand with his thumb.

A few beats of silence passed, until a soft laugh from Loki cut through the air. "Darling, can you believe this? Because I can't. We are married now. Married. This is our wedding. It's happening right now in this very moment." You shook your head; squeezing his hand. "I can't, babe. It feels like a dream." "Indeed," Loki said and turned his head to look at you; deep blue eyes gazing into yours.

It almost took your breath away.

Then he lifted his free hand and cupped your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. "A dream I never want to wake up from," he whispered and before you could even answer, were his soft lips on yours; kissing you with so much tenderness and love.

You practically had no other choice than to melt into the kiss.

"I love you," you breathed against his lips; unable to resist kissing him a few more times. "I love you even more."

At this point, you and Loki had to watch out that the harmless kiss it started with, didn't turn into a makeout session - which tended to happen quite fast, when your man is called Loki Laufeyson...

"Babe..." You gasped; palm on his chest and gently pressing him back. "W-We have to stop this. The city-" "I know," Loki interrupted you; thumb caressing the apple of your cheek. Then he turned to face the path to your feet; nodding ahead. "Look." You followed his gaze; witnessing how the sun already sunk deeper in the Asgardian sky. Days were shorter now here as well and soon the night would settle over the realm.

"Wow... It's beautiful." "Yes, it is. One of the reasons why I love autumns on Asgard." You just smiled at Loki and rested your head against his shoulder.

The minutes you had in silence did you and Loki definitely good, but then you got thrown right back into the wedding fever which had engulfed the whole city. Hundreds of people were on the streets and cheering for you and Loki; celebrating this wonderful event with you. It was overwhelming - in the best way possible. You waved left and right; giving each and everyone a smile. The warmth, love and acceptance the people - your people were giving you didn't fail to warm your heart.

And Loki's as well...

You could see it in his oceanic blues. He was overwhelmed and certainly didn't anticipate that so many Æsir would go on the streets... For him. Probably for the first time in years - centuries, he felt truly accepted and above all... loved.

Arrived at the palace, the carriage came to an halt. Loki was the first to get off and like the gentleman he was, he stepped around and helped you down the three little steps. "May I help you, my darling wife?" The word 'wife' out of the god's mouth sent a pleasant, tingling shiver down your spine.

You smiled brightly and laid your hand into his; gladly taking the offer. "Very kind of you, dear husband." Loki couldn't help but smile proudly and helped you to dismount the carriage.

While your guests arrived at the palace and got led into the throne room by the guards and the king and queen in person, you and Loki had vanished into his personal chambers; accompanied by a few maids in order to get changed for the festivities.

You exchanged your pompous ceremony dress for a similar version. It allowed you to move more freely and was certainly better for dancing and partying.

Your husband changed from his ceremonial armour into a wedding suit - a Midgardian homage. Plus, a suit was also more suitable for a party than an armour.

All that was missing on his perfectly fitting outfit was the boutonnière. You took it from the little table where one of the maids had placed it and made your way to Loki, who was in the other room; currently standing in front of the mirror and tying the golden tie around his neck. You smiled; walking up to him and gently pinned the boutonnière on his emerald green suit jacket.

Loki looked at you with a smile; watching your fingers work. "There you go. Perfect." He took your hand in his; brushing his lips over the back of your hand, before his eyes took in your 'new' look.

"My love, you are beyond beautiful. Nothing less than a goddess." You smiled and blushed; free hand searching for his. "So are you. The most handsome man I've ever seen."

Your husband answered nothing; instead dipped his head to kiss you softly and slowly, but intimately.

"We should join our guest and welcome them properly." He nodded in agreement, even though the god would love to just keep you for himself in here for the rest of the day. "We should, darling." A last kiss was shared, before you made your way together to the throne room.

Once you and Loki's return was announced - in the most royal way, of course, the big, golden doors to the throne room got opened for you to step inside. Again you felt all eyes on you, but this time you weren't alone. Unlike you, Loki was used to this - kind of. Therefore, he immediately felt your nervosity and gave the hand which rested in his a reassuring and comforting squeeze.

Perhaps it wasn't all the people who made you nervous, though. Perhaps it was the welcoming speech the newlyweds had to held. Speaking in front of the Avengers or a group of SHIELD agents? No problem. Speaking in front of (royal) wedding guests? Turned out to be a problem. But to your sheer luck, you had Loki, who guided you through this...

"Dear friends, families and colleagues," Loki started, once the two of you had made your way up to the podium where Odin's throne stood, but today was converted into a stage on which the live band could play. "We wish to welcome you all and invite you to join us in celebrating our wedding." Loki's head turned to face you; gently urging you on to continue the little speech.

You took a deep breath, "Thank you for being a part of this. We are happy to share this wonderful moment in our life with you all." and felt how Loki softly squeezed your hand again. "Now, I think there's nothing left to say than enjoy the festivities, entertainment program and the other fun things you can find all around," you gestured to the French doors. "Oh, and... The buffet is open, just like the candy bar!"

And again sounded loud claps, cheers and even some whistles through the room. Happiness was all round; the atmosphere almost vibrating with positive energy. You exchanged another look with Loki; the both of you smiling brightly - and of course you couldn't let that chance slip and leaned in for a kiss, which your man returned happily.

For sure were the bride and groom the first ones to 'storm' the buffet and get some of the delicious Asgardian food the kitchen had prepared. After the two of you, Thor, Jane, Odin and Frigga followed and then the rest of the wedding party was allowed to get something to eat.

You took your place beside your husband at the beautifully decorated table. They were all circular with a capacity of eight guests per table - except the one at the top... 'The royal table,' on which you, Loki, Thor (Who had changed into a burgundy suit by now as well.), Frigga and Odin were seated. The five tables behind you were for all the other guests.

The tables itself were covered in fine Asgardian silk with green and golden bow ties. On top of each table was a bouquet with black roses; bordered with golden lace.

While eating, you had for the first time the chance to properly look around and take in how perfectly redecorated the usually empty throne room looked...

Stepping through the main doors, the six tables were almost right in front of you on left. On the right was another single table, but smaller; reserved for the wedding cake later. A few steps away was the 'food corner'. The candy bar and main buffet, together with the actual bar for cocktails and other delicious drinks. It was your idea to bring a candy bar to Asgard, since a lot of Æsir didn't even know what proper candy was!

The huge free space in between the bar and tables, and the 'stage' for the live band would be used as the dance floor.

Before your eyes travelled to the French doors, which led outside into the gardens, where fire bowls, bar tables, loungers and a photo-booth (One of your personal highlights.) awaited you, Loki and the guests, your eyes got stuck on another small table. A big, beautifully crafted box sat on top; filled to the brim with... You smiled. Batches. As far as you could tell. It had been Pepper's idea.

You focused your gaze on some of your guests; noticing that a few of them wore the batches already... Small, circular and pinned on to the suits and dresses. 'Team Bride' and 'Team Groom' was written on them, alongside some cute details of the wedding..

You didn't think Pepper would really do it, but she did, causing you to smile more.

You didn't notice how lost in thoughts and your surroundings you got; just picking at your food instead of eating, until you felt Loki's hand on yours. "Darling, is everything alright?" Concern swung in his voice. You blinked; falling back in the here and now.

"Yes, sure," you gave him a smile, "I was just a bit lost in thoughts and admired how beautiful all of this..." and gestured around. "...is." He nodded, "Once more I can only agree with you, my love." and lifted your hand up to his lips, in order to bestow a gentle kiss upon your knuckles.

"I love you." The three magic words just slipped past your lips. You couldn't hold them back. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops. "And I love you." Loki's eyes literally shone with love and adoration. The both of you exchanged a few short, but sweet kisses and continued to eat.

Your surroundings weren't the only thing you could properly take in for the first time... Your husband's hairstyle for example (What a shame!) - now that you saw his side profile; not concealed by his horns. It almost took your breath away.

Some of his raven curls were bound together into a bun, with quite a few curls still hanging loosely over his shoulders. The curls on his sides were braided into small plaits, which disembogued in his man bun.

You knew that it was a traditional hairstyle for Norse men on their wedding and Loki had told you about it, but to see him actually having it was entirely different, and you couldn't deny that it did things to you. He was breathtakingly gorgeous.

"You should take a picture, darling. It lasts longer," Loki suddenly spoke up; a mischievous smirk on his face. "Who says I won't?" You answered; referring of course to the photo-booth. The god only winked and gave you a smouldering look, which caused you to giggle like a schoolgirl.

Gods, you were so in love...

About an hour into the festivities, everybody had quenched their hunger. It was clearly noticeable. The conversations around you got louder and the candy bar plundered. From the corner of your eye, you saw how Odin and Frigga exchanged a look and a soft smile. Before knowing what was happening, the Allmother stood up and graciously made her way towards the podium, on which the live band played quietly in the background during dinner. At her sign, they stopped and parted ways for her, so she could step up to the microphone.

All Frigga had to do was to subtly clear her throat and all eyes were on her; the laughter and conversations dying down.

"Dear wedding guests, I'd like to sincerely welcome you to the festivities of this beautiful union of love," she started; spreading her arms in a welcoming gesture. "Now that dinner was served and everybody's hunger quenched, it is time for another wedding tradition... Midgardian and Asgardian." The smile on her lips widened. "The wedding dance!"

At the announcement, she received loud claps and cheers, while you felt the nervosity punching you straight in the face - again. Sure, you and Loki had practised every step at least a trillion times, but... That wasn't a training session. That was the main event.

"Y/N, Loki..." Frigga spoke to the both of you directly now through the microphone. "Would you do us the honour?"

I looked at Loki; seeing him smile brightly. He nodded at you and stood up; offering you his hand. "May I ask for this dance, my lady?" You couldn't suppress the small, excited and yet nervous giggle which left your lips. "Yes, my prince," you accepted - of course, and placed your hand in his.

Frigga left the 'stage' and gestured for everybody to stand and line up at the sidelines, Loki led you onto the dance floor.

"Are you ready, love?" Your husband whispered; making sure you were alright, while all the guests were still moving around. You nodded. "Y-Yes. Just nervous..." He gave you a reassuring smile. "We got this. Trust in my lead and enjoy this wonderful dance we are about to share." Again, you gave him a nod and smile.

Once you got the permission from the Allmother to begin, the both of you took a step back and got into position.

Loki crossed his arms formally behind is back and took a bow, while you curtsied. When the music started to play, Loki and you stepped closer to each other again and begun the Asgardian part of the wedding dance - which felt somehow taken straight out of a fairytale. It was elegant, noble and consisted of a lot of 'handwork', but not very much body contact.

The first steps were almost the same as the last; palm against palm and forearm against forearm, with the other arm neatly tucked behind your backs. In time with the music, you took steps to turn in a circle. Loki had taught you that it was important to maintain eye contact - so you tried to focus just on him and this dance.

You got more and more confident when the first minute of the song was over and everything had gone smoothly so far. It gave you enough boost to do what Loki told you... Trust in him and enjoy this.

Even the one lift in the dance failed to scare you like it always did before. Effortless, you placed your arm around Loki's shoulder, while his arm wrapped around your waist; lifting you up off the ground gently and slowly turned in a circle. Your eyes were not leaving the other's for even a second.

When the music picked up pace, you and Loki did the same. The dance moves got more rhythmic and powerful, but never lost its graciousness.

With the last beat of the music, the both of you got into the final position - but there was not much time to catch your breaths...

Since your wedding dance consisted of two parts, you merely had a few seconds, before the sounds of the chosen Midgardian song echoed through the big throne room; played of course by the live band.

'a thousand years' by Christina Perri.

Choosing this song was a hard, long process. You remembered discussing for hours with Loki. After all, this was an important decision and you had about ten songs in mind, which had been fitting for a wedding dance. It had to be something special. A song that represented your love for each other - and 'a thousand years' did...

At the first sounds of the piano, you felt how your husband's free hand came to rest on your waist; gently pulling you in closer. The hand which rested against yours shifted, so that he was holding your small one in his bigger palm.

In time with the rhythm of the song, you started the second part of your wedding dance... The waltz.

Loki led you over the marble floor; eyes locked on yours. You felt like floating. It was such an intimate dance - way more than the Asgardian one.

You were closer; almost chest to chest. You could feel Loki's breath against the skin on your face; his intoxicating scent hitting you full force. You never wanted to let go.

From time to time, the god twirled you gently in a circle - only to catch you seconds later with his strong arms. You could practically feel Loki's eternal love seeping through his hands and invading your body. You never wanted to miss it. Him.

By the end of the song, you had wound your hands around Loki's neck, while he had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Now you were really chest to chest. With the last sound, all the guests started to applaud and cheer, but for you it was just a rushing in your ears. A side noise. Your focus was fully directed on Loki - as his soft lips moved in sync against yours.

Unfortunately, the moment of intimacy didn't last long, since the band started to play the first 'proper' song of the evening, causing most of the guests to storm the dance floor all around you.

By now was the party in full swing. Everybody had obviously fun and was well entertained. Be it by the candy bar, dance music, photo-booth - or Scott, who roamed the tables as a magician. Loki wasn't very impressed about all that, but he at least thought that his colleague was a little bit funny. Scott though, was completely enthralled; had even changed from his normal suit into a magician costume. And of course - as it should be, you and Loki got the first performance...

"Okay, okay, now, Y/N... Draw a card!" You did as he told you and drew a card from stack. "Perfect! Don't show me the card, though. You can show it Lokes but not me." You nodded and happily showed Loki your card. The king of hearts.

"Now stick it back into the pile." You followed his command again. "Alrighty! Now..." Scott started and shuffled the cards. "You both can see that I am shuffling the cards. I have no idea which card you drew, but I believe..." He closed his eyes for a moment and drew a card from the pile as well. "...it's this one!" He turned it around - and you gasped. "The king of hearts. Am I right?" You nodded. "Oh my gosh, yes!" Scott beamed proudly, "Hurray!" and reached into his trouser pocket; throwing some confetti in the air. It rained down on you and Loki.

While you giggled excitedly and clapped, Loki just took a deep breath, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned closer to your ear. "You know, love, that trick isn't even difficult. All you do is- Oof..." You elbowed him in the side; signalling him to shut up. For good measure, you threw him a warning gaze. Scott was so proud of himself and put a lot of effort in this and you knew he loved to do it, so you didn't want Loki to make Scott sad. Plus, all the other guests loved him and had a lot of fun.

Now Loki was standing at the bar, slurping his drink. His gaze was, of course, lingering on you. He watched you on the dance floor, as you danced with Romanoff to a Midgardian song which he believed was called 'Riptide' from a man named Vance Joy - or so; laughing and visibly enjoying yourself.

The god smiled; feeling his heart pump pure love for you through his veins. But a sudden, rather harsh clap on the shoulder ripped his eyes away from you and he turned his body on the bar stool. Thor stood behind him in his impressive burgundy suit; ale in hand and smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"Ouch, brother..." Loki grumbled and rubbed his shoulder. "I've got ears, you know. You can just say my name instead of almost beating me up every time you wish to talk to me."

Thor didn't even seem to hear Loki's words, as he squeezed himself between the bar stool Loki sat on and the one to his left. "I am so proud and happy for you, Loki." The blond boomed and laid one arm around the raven haired man's shoulder. "Look around, brother. We are celebrating your wedding! I never thought this day would ever come and yet here we are..." The older prince pulled the younger closer; hugging him in a kind off awkward angle, but it was a hug nonetheless. "Look how far you've come. Not only have you reached the status to be called an Avenger, no, you are a husband now." Thor smiled brightly at his younger sibling. "I am proud of you, brother - truly. I am."

Loki felt that this affection of Thor was honest and pure in heart. He truly meant it - and Loki couldn't help himself but to smile and hug Thor as well.

"Thank you, brother. This means a lot to me. I know very well that I am not the best at showing you my affection and brotherly love, but know that it's there."

Thor chuckled, "I do love you, too, brother." and squeezed the raven haired man tighter; making it hard to breathe for Loki.

At some point, the younger god started to pat his brother's shoulder rather frantically. "Brother. Can't. Breathe."

That was the moment the blond noticed and he immediately loosened the bear hug. "Apologies, brother." His cheeks turned pink, and he clapped Loki a last time on his shoulder. "Now I won't bother you any longer. Keep admiring your lady. Besides, I have promised Jane to try out that funny photo carton thing. See you, brother."

As fast as Thor appeared, as fast vanished he again.

Loki emptied his drink and decided to make his way over to you...

You were still on the dance floor with Natasha; having fun just like the other people around you.

You saw your husband approaching the both of you and smiled brightly. "Hey, babe!" You almost shouted through the music; waving at him. Loki couldn't help but chuckle at your ridiculously sweet behaviour. You were happy - and that's what mattered to him. Your happiness was his glorious purpose.

"Miss Romanoff," the god addressed the Russian beauty politely; taking a bow. "May I steal my wife away from you?" Natasha giggled, "Only this one time, Laufeyson." and winked at him, before turning around and finding Tony to dance with instead.

You had watched the scenario with a smile on your lips. "You're a bad boy for just stealing me away, you know. The song isn't even over yet," you teased Loki; crossing your arms over your chest. But the god just shook his head; smirking wolfishly with mischief glimmering in his oceanic blues.

"Wrong, darling," he said; getting so close that he was able to wrap his arms loosely around your waist. "I only took back what is mine." With those words he literally yanked you towards him; causing you to stumble forward and literally crashing against his strong body. "Lokiii!" You giggled with both palms on his chest.

"Yes, princess?" He chuckled and started to sway you to the song. "It's the truth isn't it?" You just shook your head but couldn't stop yourself from standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Just in that moment the music changed. The happy dance song turned into a rather sad, but powerful and especially catchy song... 'Won't Go Home Without You' by Maroon 5. One of your favourites. The live band definitely knew what they did and delivered an amazing performance.

As soon as you recognised the musical masterpiece, you pulled away from Loki's sinful lips and wiggled around in his embrace excitedly.

"On of your favourites, am I right?" You nodded with a bright smile and wrapped your arms around your husband's neck; starting to sway to the beat. "I love it!" Loki smiled and moved his palms to let them rest on your hips and joining you in your dance movements.

"Every night, you cry yourself to sleep; thinking, why does this happen to me? Why does every moment have to be so hard?" You started to sing the lyrics alongside the lead singer of the band; knowing it by heart. "Hard to believe that. It's not over tonight. Just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night. I won't go home without you!"

Loki watched you with love and adoration in his eyes; totally enchanted by you and your beautifully happy nature. The god was so in love, he wasn't even able to put it in words.

"It′s not over tonight. Just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night. I won't go home without you!" You kept on singing as Loki spun you in a circle, only to catch you in his arms mere seconds later.

"And I won't go home without you," you shook your head; singing. "And I won′t go home without you. And I won′t go home without you," you pointed at your husband; finger digging softly in his left pec.

"You won't go home without me, darling," Loki answered as the song ended; pulling you once again closer against his body. "You will never go home without me." You giggled. "I hope so."

The god's thumbs started to caress your sides. "I promise. I'll always be by your side. No matter what."

You smiled; feeling your heart speed up. "I love you," you breathed against his lips and kissed him again.

"I. Love. You. Too," Loki mumbled in between kisses; not letting go of you.

Later on, some servants rolled the absolutely deliciously looking cake into the room; crafted by the best pâtisserie in downtown New York. It was majestic; fitting for a royal wedding. The three-tier wedding cake was completely in white with beautiful gold decorations and flowers.

Together, you and Loki cut the cake and manoeuvred the first slice on a plate. Of course you shared the slice.

"And?" You asked your husband after you had fed him the first spoonful of cake. Loki hummed; munching on the delicacy. "It tastes heavenly," he stated, "Try it, love." and gave you a spoonful as well. It was the top cake, so the flavour of mint and chocolate hit your taste buds. "Mhm, yeah... It's okay." Loki pouted, "Just okay?" and you giggled. "Babe, you know that chocolate-mint wouldn't be my first pick." The god sighed dramatically. "It was worth a try..." You giggled again and took another bite. Loki smiled.

The other cakes were definitely more to your liking. Of course, you had to try all three. It was your wedding cake after all...

The party was in full swing for hours and hours. You probably had the best time of your life - as it should be.

After dancing, eating, drinking, taking several funny, sweet and romantic photos in the photo-booth and even playing some wedding games, it was time for you and your husband to call it a night.

It was way past midnight, when all your guests lined up and created an aisle for the two of you to walk through. Everybody held sparklers in their hands; waving you off into your wedding night. It was a magic moment.

I won't keep all the creative works from you this time either! 🤗

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lilpotatjj · 1 month ago

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Here you go guys. Crazy how much wanted it. Fanfiction story right after she sang 'Santa Jamie' teasingly. It's long. It's sometimes funny and...damn It's freaking wild and hot. (And it's fiction😉 so enjoy)

!Warning!: 18+ SC teasing each other. Cait does a wee bit more than just...having fun🤫🔥

"~so hurry down the chimney tonight~ Cait suppressed a laugh.

"Ho-Ho-Ho" The Scotsman closed the book with a grin.

Sam stared at her. It was a long, deep look. His eyes were already doing what Cait asked, indirectly and in complete secret, just the two of them. Everything around them was suddenly quiet, even though people were bustling around preparing the next scene for the two of them. She swallowed hard and didn't move an inch, while in his mind he had already undressed her and shown what a good girl she was.

"...a...C..t......." Words tried to reach her, but they were so muffled, as if a flash grenade had exploded next to her. It was the blood that first shot out of her face, straight into her middle, that gave her goosebumps, purely out of pure desire. He did it all the time, but not on set and certainly not minutes before a scene. "Caitriona!" it rang out in her ear and she jerked her head in the direction from where the words came. It was her make-up artist, who wanted to do a few last things to her hair. Sam looked after her for a few seconds and then focused on the book again. "Everything OK?" asked the make-up artist Balfe, but she just smiled dully and tried not to let it show that she had just mentally had sex with her co-star, who was sitting just 2 meters away from her. Without realizing it, she started to sweat. "Cait, if you're not feeling well, let me know, remember, forcing yourself to do something can only prolong the production in the long run," said the artist as she fiddled with her, but she just shook her head. The Irish woman took a deep breath, closed her eyes and mentally went over her lines again. In vain. The damned Scotsman kept getting into her head. If she doesn't pull herself together immediately, there could be trouble from the producer. The fact that neither of them had slept together for a week didn't make it any easier. Why did she have to sing that stupid song? Too much work on the set and physical withdrawal made her weak and Sam is always one to jump on these little games.

"Let's go, guys! The set is ready!" It was the scenes from season 5, episode 11, in which Jamie is lying in bed with a book and Claire is putting on perfume to seduce him. The first dialogues were still OK, but this time it wasn't her laughter that made her mess up the scenes like usual, no, it was her looks. They were too real, they were long, lascivious looks, different to how the producer had planned to shoot. Sam was, as always, fully in character and he knew what he had done. "CUT!" The producer went quickly to her and looked at her neutrally. "Is everything OK?" For God's sake, no! There he is, her husband in full Jamie outfit, lying on a bed and her? only in a nightgown. If she could, she would jump on him, without a script. No, everything is not damned OK! At least that's what she thought and just nodded silently. "Yeah, I'm just a bit...tired" she paused briefly when she heard Sam clear his throat and cursed him for his small but extremely cheeky insinuations. He looked at her and smiled absolutely innocently. Cait looked over the producer's shoulder at him and the heat rose in her face. He will pay for this, even if it's too late today after filming! She sat down again and took a deep breath, this time with an exasperated hum in her voice. "Okay, let's go," she said briefly and was back in 'Claire mode'.

She knew what was coming and pushed the thought of it away for a while. Sam and Cait finished filming the scene without any further major interruptions. Now she had to go to bed with him, having her face and neck moistened with water beforehand so that she looked sweaty. Sam looked at her as she prepared and raised an eyebrow. "So you don't need that much extra water today, huh?" he said in a tone as if he didn't know why at all and she glared at him with a warning look, which made Sam hold back a laugh. He got into position, Cait did the same and they continued. With the click of the clapperboard the scene came to life. Cait stretched herself, tired and sweaty, and stood up to go to the window. She was really hot by now and the whole situation was really pissing her off, but her acting talent was now showing its full potential.

"Claire..." came Jamie's voice quietly and worriedly. He hugged her and without noticing, the two were back in their own little bubble. "Have you been crying?" he asked and Claire smiled at him with an innocent smile. "No... it's just so hot, I'm sweating..." the sound of her voice, more Cait than Claire, continued to speak her lines and both played around the scene with a natural honesty, you could forget that this was a place where there were a good 15-30 people in the room and tons of cameras pointed at them. Jamie picked her up and sat her on the windowsill with the green screen in the background. He started kissing her thigh and Cait had trouble not losing her composure, sticking to the script. This bastard tried harder to make it look as real as possible and came dangerously close to her center. Claire tilted her head back and concentrated on not messing up the scene and accidentally making a move that would risk a 'CUT'.

Done. Fortunately, no further cut was needed and both of them were able to catch their breath. They both stood up and Cait ran her hands through her hair, looking at her husband. He had a stiff-on...that was obvious. She had to get away now, get some distance, otherwise her legs would give way if she looked at the Scotsman for even a second longer. She went into one of her trailers to change completely. After the producer and the others had thanked them both, they were allowed to finish work. It was already late after midnight and such provocative scenes are usually shot late to give the actors the opportunity to free themselves from certain feelings. Very few people know that the two are more closely connected than everyone thought.

"HOHOHO..." There was a click from the door as it closed and Sam was leaning against it. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the blonde and was startled by his words. She was standing there in just her bra and pants, her shirt in her hand. "God damn it, Sam!" she said and took a breath of relief. He came towards her and she did everything she could to ignore him. She fiddled with her hair and suddenly felt a warm breath on her neck. Sam was standing right behind her.

"Are you sure you've been a very good girl today?" he asked in a scratchy, rough voice without touching her. "Sam, please... not here... not...-" she took a sharp breath when he suddenly gently put his fingers on her neck. For a brief moment she let herself get carried away, but then came to her senses when she realized where she was. "Sam, someone could come in at any time..." she said in an almost choked voice, as he had no intention of stopping. His fingers slowly ran around her neck and a shiver ran through her legs. He started kissing her neck and looked out the window, where he could see Sophi in the dark, moving towards the trailer. He stopped kissing, but didn't leave her side. Sam stayed close to her as the door opened and Sophi walked in, saw the two of them and froze for a brief second. Her gaze lingered on Sam for a small but uncomfortable moment, then on Cait, who was slightly out of breath, and then back on the Scotsman. Sophi turned away and quickly put down one of the outfit pieces. She almost got goosebumps from Sam's gaze. Not because of excitement, no...he claimed Cait for himself with an aura that could wake the dead. Like an alpha who dominates and claims his matriarch.

The message was clear and left no room for further questions on her part. She walked as quickly as she could and was visibly confused as she left. Cait hadn't given her a single glance and was trying to collect herself. After all the hard days of filming and working without sleeping with her once, he just wanted her for himself and not to let anyone or anything ruin the moment. The Irish woman freed herself from the confines and put on her top. "Let's go to your trailer, Santa Jamie." She winked at him seductively and then grabbed her jacket. They both went out and Sam suddenly grabbed Cait to carry her bridal style. She giggled and suddenly snuggled up to him, feeling his warmth. There was nothing nicer than feeling his closeness. She always gave him security and comfort.

When he arrived, he let her down on her feet and closed the door behind him. She still had a score to settle with him. She was a good girl, but he wasn't. On the contrary...he annoyed her wherever he could today. Just the thought of it reignited heat in her, a fire that had almost gone out and was now reignited when she just looked at him. He simply dropped the key on the table as he went to her and wasted no time. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. She let her jacket, which she had just taken off, fall to the floor and returned the kiss just as intensely, leading him backwards a little so that he was forced to sit down on the table. He didn't give up and pulled her onto his lap, kissed her neck and quickly moved to her breast. He paused for a moment. She was wearing a button-up shirt. He started to unbutton her but became too impatient and ripped it open with a jerk so that his hands could wander to her bra.

A sigh escaped her and she held on tighter to him so that she didn't slip off his lap. Sam's hand wandered into the side of her bra and played tenderly with her breasts. Completely out of sorts, Cait closed her eyes and enjoyed every single second, every single touch and murmured something incomprehensible. The passion that was bubbling in both of them was literally boiling over. The Irish woman helped her blond Scotsman take off his top and didn't stop kissing him for a second, afraid that someone might interrupt at any second. From his neck down to his abs, she stopped at his waistband and looked up at him cheekily. "I said I was good... so I want to unwrap my present..."

One of the typical Scottish guttural sounds came from him, announcing obvious anticipation. He stood up and let her free him from his pants. She looked at his erection and glanced up at him cheekily. "I can Play with my present right away, can't I?" She teased him in an innocent voice and kissed his best piece . He flinched slightly at every single touch and knew that for God's sake she mustn't go full throttle because he was about to burst. But that was exactly her intention. She wanted to tease him now and drag the whole thing out. She took him completely into her mouth and went full throttle straight away. Sam moaned, too excited as he was and grabbed her hair in his grip. "C...Cait stop..." He hardly got a word out and closed his eyes when it was already too late and he came violently in her mouth with a loud moan. Revenge tastes sweet...

He looked down at her in surprise and gasped heavily. She raised an eyebrow and grinned as she swallowed. "What?" she asked innocently. "I bet there's more in the Christmas sack..." she grabbed his balls, which made him jump. "You deserve a punishment as naughty as you are right now, my love." He smiled cheekily and almost cynically at her, grabbed her arm to turn her and pushed her onto the table with gentle but firm force, her bum stretched out towards him and his arm behind her back. He just pulled her pants down a little, just below her butt, and came to her without penetrating her. The Scotsman continued to hold her with his arm behind her back. He was so taken by what she was doing that he didn't need a break and was still aroused. Very slowly, Sam gave one kiss after the other, starting from her neck, down to her back and stopping just before her bum. He sat upright, one hand still on her tied arm and the other hand now found its way to her neck. He entered her and remained still. The Irish woman looked behind him as best she could and became impatient. Cait practically begged him to carry on, to move and to drive the desire out of her, but he stayed like that for a moment. "Well, what is it, Sassenach... I could literally feel how much you wanted me on set today, how you practically forced yourself on me and I swear to you, if we had had to repeat the take just once, I would have led you to the toilet and taken you there!"

Her face was bright red, not from shame, but the thought of making out with him there was almost her fault. She couldn't think any further when she felt the first powerful thrust from Sam and moaned loudly. God, what a week of abstinence can do to you is almost inhuman. He showed no mercy and thrust again and again, didn't mince his words and was careful to hold her tight without being too rough or hurting her. Sam set the pace, but noticed that she was about to come and that was exactly why he slowed down. She snorted indignantly and looked at him angrily, but all she got back was a sadistic grin. "Sam please...please don't slow down..." she whimpered almost wordlessly, completely out of breath and noticed how the tingling was lessening. "You bastard...!" she scolded in such a sweet voice that made Sam laugh and gave her a slap on the butt with his other hand. "Now now...that's no way to talk to Santa...Darling." Now she tried to free herself, which almost got the blond Scotsman into trouble. He let go of her and took a step back, but he didn't have much time, because Cait launched a new attack on him and grabbed his arms to press him against the wall opposite the table.

He grinned a little too proudly, but he lifted her left leg, turned her so that she was pressed against the wall and thrust into her without batting an eyelid. A loud moan made almost the entire container shake. He began to move faster inside her than before and Cait had trouble holding on to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she laid her head back, gripped by desire. "Don't stop...Sam...!" she begged again, but he had no intention of stopping now. He wrapped her in a long and passionate kiss, making sure that she got her money's worth and tightened his grip on her thigh. The wave of lust and adrenaline flooded over her, making her forget everything for that one moment, the stress at work, the sleepless nights and the different filming times, which often meant that both of them couldn't be together. Cait clung tightly to Sam's neck as she came and her loud moans gave him goosebumps. He was so close to coming a second time. His body literally trembled as he poured himself into her and he hid his face in her neck, but the Irish woman grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her while he moaned loudly.

He stayed in that position for a moment, both of them staring at each other silently and completely out of breath, until he finally let go of her leg and it slowly sank to the floor. Cait almost lost her footing completely, but he held her tightly in his arms so that she couldn't give in. Sam was completely exhausted and grabbed her by her butt to carry her to his bed. They lay next to each other and Cait snuggled up to him while he covered her and himself with a blancet. "I wanted you so much today... filming the scene was torture this time" she whispered to him softly and he smirked. "I know... you were so tense and confused. You'll laugh but your make-up artist gave me a dirty look. She knew exactly what was going on," he said and kissed her on the forehead. "Oh?" Cait was genuinely confused but she kissed him on his upper body. "Well...who can say they slept with Santa?" she said playfully and Sam had to laugh. "Oh, you were a really bad girl, my love...as punishment I would have to give you another smack on your beautiful ass." He grabbed her ass with both hands, kissed her while she lay on top of him and grinned into the kiss.

"I love you, Santa Jamie," she said lovingly.

"And I love you...Sassenach"

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 11 months ago

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Pairing: idol!brat tamer!Minho x fem!reader Word count: 1.8k Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: Not proofread, possessive themes, enemies to lovers, usage of y/n with female pronouns, outta character Lee Know >.> (my fault)

To say Minho hated y/n was an understatement. He hoped she stepped on lego, he hoped both sides of her pillow were warm at night, he hoped she sipped her coffee while it was too hot, he hoped she stepped in a puddle while wearing baggy jeans. Oh, how he hated her.

He was in the studio with Bang Chan, Hyunjin, and Han, trying to think of lyrics and of course she came bounding in, loud and annoying.

"CHANNIE!" She ran to the older man and gave him a hug. "How are you?!"

Minho rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Oh. Hi Lee Minho." she said his name like curdled milk.

He wanted to throw his papers at her, but he was better than that.

"I'm good, y/n, how have you been?" Chan asked ruffling her hair.

"Literally, so good!" She smiled brightly up at him.

Minho gagged. y/n made a face and grabbed a blank piece of paper off Chan's desk and crumpled it before throwing it at Minho.

"Idiot." she spat.

Minho sprang from his seat to throw the paper ball back but Chan raised a brow as if to ask "for real?" and Minho stopped with an exasperated huff.

When Chan made the executive decision to call it a day and try to think some more another day, when they had all packed up their things. Minho turned away from the locker, where he had locked his bag away. y/n was behind him, reaching past his left shoulder .

"Sorry." She said softly, her breath against his ear. "Am I bothering you, idiot?"

He tensed, her chest was pressed against his as she got up on her tippy toes to reach. He attempted to move but her other hand came to block his way "accidentally".

"y/n." Minho's voice dropped an octave, "Back up."

"Give me a minute." She pressed closer and Minho felt the heat rushing to his abdomen.

She shifted slightly, her thigh rubbed all too close and he couldn't...

He grabbed her right wrist and pulled her back. "Do you know what you're doing..."

y/n stared at Minho. "I-" How could she lie? She knew damn well what she was doing. "I'm not doing anything."

He looked at her for a long moment.

And then she pulled away and he wanted to die on the spot.

They were seated in the small car, Chan was driving, Hyunjin in the front passenger, Jisung, Minho, and y/n in the back. How Minho allowed himself to get wedged between the two, he couldn't answer himself. y/n had shifted slightly, rubbing too close for comfort, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

"Move. You idiot." She rolled her eyes.

Minho glared at her. What on earth was she doing?

He moved a bit closer to Jisung and gasped slightly as she moved DELIBERATELY, to press her thigh against his.

"I said 'Move.'" she gave him a face.

"Move where?" He hissed angrily.

"You sound like angry cats." Chan teased.

Jisung cackled. Hyunjin sighed shaking his head.

"How about we go have fun? Get all the bad nerves out." Chan suggested.

"Let's go to a club!" Han said making his eyebrows bounce.

"No-" Chan started.

"I'm in" y/n agreed.

"Why not." Hyunjin said looking at his phone.

Even if Minho had said no, it was a three v two.

Minho sprang out of the car after Jisung as they finally came to the club. He couldn't bear to be in that car so cramped any longer. He walked with Chan into the club.

After one too many drinks he noticed y/n dancing with a random stranger, grinding back on the man.

Her gaze locked on Minho and she smirked, rubbing back on the man like her life depended on it. Ew. Minho thought, trying to control the urge to clench his fist.

As the song ended he watched y/n try to walk away from the man who was becoming extremely touchy.

He kept sipping his drink, not his business...

He looked up as the man dragged her to the door, he wasn't getting up because he wanted to make sure nothing happened to her, it was because it was the right thing to do.

"Excuse me." Lee Know grabbed the man's hand. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Mind your business." The man said lowly and tried to drag y/n away.

"You idiot!" y/n snapped. "Leave me alo-"

He punched the man clean in the nose and grabbed her arm. "Come with me." He gave her the room to pull away, the opportunity to say no. But she didn't, why hadn't she?

As he pulled her outside he grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Are you stupid?!"

"Let go of me you dumbass!" She pulled away. "No, I'm not stupid you idiot."

He rolled his eyes. "Running off with a random guy isn't stupid?"

"Why would you care?" She looked up at him expectantly. "Don't you want me to step on a puddle or miss a step on the stairs just for the scare? You know you're really stupid, Minho. You're actually an idiot."

"Shut up." He glared down at her.

"Make me."

And he snapped. It was a twenty minute taxi ride back to the dorm and he checked multiple times to make sure the other members weren't home before he even considered it. The moment the front door was open he led her in before caging her against the door, locking it.

"Minho... I-"

"You want me to shut you up?" He grabbed her face. "Shut up." He kissed her hard, there was no room for protest, his tongue prodded at her lip for entry and her mouth opened obediently.

"You know what you've been doing to me don't you, you fucking idiot." He gripped her chin and glared down into her eyes.

"I didn't-" she started.

"Don't try me." He breathed shakily.

She nodded.

"Good girl." He kissed her hard.

She pulled back for air and he grabbed her hair. "Lee Know-"

"Shut. Up."

She didn't say a word as he led her to his room and locked the door.

"On the bed now." He unbuttoned his shirt before shrugging it off his shoulders.

y/n took a moment to admire him.

"Am I speaking another language you idiot?" He raised a brow.

"No, sorry. Bed, got it." She sat on the bed and stared at him.

"Idiot." He leaned close and she leaned back. "Do you understand you upset me earlier?"

"Which time..." y/n tried to resist the cocky grin that came to her face.

"You know what."

"What?"

"Strip."

"If I say no."

"I'll fuck you in your pretty little skirt and send you home like that."

Her cheeks went pink.

"Strip."

She hurriedly removed her clothes and sat looking at her hands, oh how the tables had turned.

He gripped her face gently and smiled. "Bend over."

When she had bent over the bed she heard him walking around. "What are you doing?"

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" He asked.

"No, you told me you would shut me up bu-" She gave a sharp cry as he smacked her backside.

"I'm warning you."

Heat rushed to her core and she bit her lip. "Minho..." She looked over her shoulder.

"Hm?" He hummed, admiring the handprint on her ass.

"I think you're a dumass, who needs to stop holding gru-" she gasped suddenly when he rubbed her clit.

"What was that?"

"You little-" She started.

He nudged a finger against her entrance. "I think you don't hate me nearly as much as you pretend to, look at how wet you are for me." He pulled his hand away from her sex and played with the slick.

She whined. "Stop it..."

"Oh?" He leaned down with a smirk. "Am I bothering you, idiot?"

"Lee Kn-"

He slapped her ass and rubbed her sex again. She whimpered falling silent. "Are you going to be good for me?"

"You damn-"

"Ah?" He pulled away and she whined.

"Yes, I'll be good, I'm sorry." she huffed.

"Good girl."

She heard the rustle and zip behind her followed by the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor. "Minho."

"You can take it."

"You haven't even-" Her thought was cut short when his cock split her walls, a moan escaping her lips.

"I don't think I need to..." He grunted softly before pushing deeper. "This pretty thing all for me? You're really too kind."

She clenched her fists and whimpered, "Move."

"Beg for it." he chuckled.

"Minho!"

He started to pull out.

"Please? I'll be good."

"Since you asked so nicely." He slammed into her.

She moaned out loudly and jerked forward.

"Nuh uh." He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his thrusts, hitting deep, "You wanted it didn't you?"

"Mhm!" She whimpered biting her lip.

Minho reached around and grabbed her face pulling it back to look up at him. "I want to hear you." His other hand snuck and rubbed her clit furiously.

She moaned loudly and he bucked into her faster. "Minho-" Her toes curled, 's too much! S-slow down!"

"I can't understand you idiot speak clearly." He pulled her so his chest was pressed to her back.

"Please!" She slurred out.

He continued rubbing her clit, "Please what?"

"Slow down!"

"Good girl." He slowed down and brought the fingers that were rubbing her clit to his mouth. "'Ah.'" He brought them to her lips.

She opened her mouth and he put his fingers in her mouth.

"Such a good girl hm? You want to cum?" He slowed his thrusts more.

"Minho!" She whined around his fingers.

"What?" He smirked against her ear.

"I wanna cum please."

He let her fall face down on the bed and slammed into her harder and faster, she moaned loudly and squealed.

"All these pretty little sounds for me. You're mine, no?" He breathed against the shell of her ear.

"Yes, I'm yours." She cried.

He rubbed her clit. "Cum for me pretty thing."

She came hard, her walls squeezing his cock hard, sucking him in deep. His thrusts grew sloppy and he gasped against her shoulder blade.

"Minho! Please please!" She begged and his hips stuttered, he thrust as deep as he could and stayed there for a moment. His release filling her as she whimpered.

He rolled off her and lied back on the bed, panting.

She glanced at him. "When did you learn to do that?"

"Shut up, idiot." Minho covered his face with his arm.

"You shut up." She muttered.

"Didn't you say you'd be good?"

"I'm being nice, I haven't even called you a dumass, you dumass."

Minho made a face.

y/n giggled and moved close to him. And Minho smiled.

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