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wayward-persephone · 3 months ago
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NSFW Alphabet List
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
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ethanshawke93 · 9 months ago
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s-tellans · 3 months ago
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long haired ethan please come home we miss you ✋😔
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mandowifey · 2 years ago
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i loved your ray headcannons!! <3 could you do a similar one for russell? he’s like the polar opposite of ray in terms of personality and cockiness lmao
You're the sweetest, Annon! Hope you're still around since it's taken me ages haha.
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Russell Millings x 18+ Reader Headcannons!
Warnings: NSFW talk, sexual content, general 'slice of life' vibes, baby talk, pregnancy mentions, reader has ovaries, trauma mentions, general mentions of mental health, and what not.
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Russell fell for you in the blink of an eye.
No, literally. He fell.
He would have seen you come into the Internet cafe while he was in the middle of returning to the counter for help. You were breathtaking, and his foot caught a corner of a chair, and down he went.
When you helped him up and he got to look into your eyes for the first time, he knew he was out of his league. But you smile at him and pick up his phone and give it back to him. Before you walk away, you ask,'You okay?' And Russ just gawked at you while nodding. Your giggle made his stomach knot.
It took a while to find the nerve to ask you out. The entire time in the cafe, he'd steal looks at you and could hardly focus on his research. Eventually, the young man who usually helped him had encouraged him to go for it.
Russ likes to text you once he gets the hang of it. Always telling you to have a good morning, if lunch was okay, and what the plans were after work. Even as you guys were deeper into your relationship, he still texts you routinely to check on you. He likes knowing you're okay.
Some of the first dates he'd take you on would be extremely thoughtful. A tiny, cheap local restaurant or the boardwalk to catch the sunset and go on the ferris wheel together.
He is extremely careful and mindful of your boundaries. It took him a long time to work up the nerve to hold your hand, and you were the one who instigated the first full contact hug. Russ melts into you, always. He loosely twines your fingers together when walking places or nervously touches your arm anytime he's uncomfortable. But god, he loves hugs. Once he knew you were okay with it, it was all over. His arms around you, head tucked in the crook of your neck and breathing you in.
The first time he kissed you, it was a nervous peck to your cheek. The two of you stared at each other afterward, and when you giggled, his entire face lit up red. "S-sorry, I just, I wanted to- I, well-", and you're reaching out to cup his cheeks and draw him close, slotting your mouths together. Russ is a little tense. He doesn't have much experience in this department.
Physical affection is Russ's jam. He loves touching you, showering you in gentle kisses as you wake up and cuddling you when you fall asleep. He loves to play with your hair, to kiss your knuckles, and when you're waiting in line he headbutts your shoulder and nuzzles into your neck.
The first time you two had sex, it started slow. You climb into his lap on the bed, deepening the kisses as he grasps at your hips. He smiles into your mouth, his eyes bright from the attention. But when you start to grind, his face flushes, and his expression is stunned. "O-oh!...Oh." He's hard, babbling and asking if you're sure. When you roll down onto him, his head is back and mouth open, his eyes screwing tightly shut.
Russ cums within minutes of you grinding on him. He'd apologize profusely. He would he clearly embarrassed. Unfortunately, he hasn't had partnerships in a long time and never thought to touch himself. He'd be worried he upset you, so when you purr and tell him it's sexy, he melts. Russ is extremely timid and gentle, but he manages to roll on top of you and start kissing your neck. You would have to encourage him; "Good boy," "just like that," and "that's it." He likes when you're vocal, it let's him know he's doing something right.
The man is delicate, loving, and yielding. He gives you everything and more. There is no end to his patience towards you and life itself. He takes his time making love to you - he won't say 'fucking' because that is obscene and graphic, what he does to you is passionate and loving. But he takes good care of you, always making sure you come and that it feels good. Russ works hard to remember the things you like or what makes you melt, so next time he can surprise you.
Russ absolutely has a breeding fetish. I don't think he realized it until he got involved with you, though. You both were going at it, and in the midst of him driving himself into you, you choked out a "b-breed me, please!" And he lost it. Like, he completely became unwound. There's so much in that statement that sets him off. After he spills inside of you, he's nearly whimpering at the idea of you full of his child. You'd be a wonderful parent, and he's quite enjoyed what time he spent around babies.
Arguments are few and far in between. Not to say you two don't disagree, but Russ is inherently submissive. If you're angry, he listens and apologizes (even when it isn't his fault). He is quick to take ownership and sit with his head down and tail between his legs until he's sure you don't hate him.
The downside of Russ is his clinginess and codependency. He grew up incarcerated, which means he never got to form meaningful relationships. But now that he has you, it's abundantly clear he's codependent. He gets nervous if you want to go places (like shopping) alone, or always wants to sit with you (he sits on the toilet to talk while you're in the shower) and other things such as that. There is always that worry that some day you'll wake up and not love him anymore, so he's desperate to be the best boy for you that he can be.
Marriage would be quick. God, that man probably got a ring (or found one) within a month or two of dating you. He certainly is not sneaky about it, and you find the little envelope with the ring in his underwear drawer. Of course, he proposes, and you say yes, and he promises he will work nonstop every day to afford a big and beautiful wedding. He'd want to spoil you rotten. Then, of course, he comes into all those coins and that money, and he surprises you with a house. Something lovely and humble, in a place you mentioned in passing when you two started dating.
He would strive to be the best husband he can be, to raise your (eventual) children with endless love and understanding, and most importantly, to love you through the good and bad.
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fawnb1te · 4 months ago
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Brb drawing him , if all doesn’t go well m gonna draw him as a tired fluffy dog thx ily
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So far it just lookz liek m drawin Dante Sparda ???? 😔
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I might just draw him as a fluffy dog ……. Art is hard !!!!
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cevans-is-classic · 1 year ago
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18+ only please, language, mentions of time in jail, me just wanting to write Russell
Masterlist One and Two
Ethan Hawke
Russell heard you shift, fabric stretching over fabric, the static of new sheets prickling the air. The room is dark, light breaking through in muted rays across the carpet. The bed makes a woosh noise when you settle down in it. 
He waits. 
It’s only been a month — maybe less. He’d thought you would have left by now growing bored with his wandering adventure. 
You were strangers, after all. 
You stayed. 
Asked him if he could ride the next bus with him and kept going after that. He enjoys you being here and loves the company, and the conversations. You knew so many things — wonderful things. You listened when he talked about his father’s stamps and how he’s starting his own collection. 
He knew you knew nothing about stamps — which is okay; he knows that. It leaves room for you to talk — he can go on and on about what his dad taught him. What he learned on his own. Not once did you ever seem uninterested or made him feel uncomfortable with his stories — with who he was.
It makes him want to learn more about you.
He loves hearing what you’re interested in. Russell would sit for hours if it meant you kept talking and talking. You stopped in New Mexico, a small urban town that had a Walmart and Dunkin donuts. He’d never had Dunkin Donuts — you told him he wasn’t missing much. (He thought the coffee was okay, but the donuts weren’t.) 
Instead of hitching a ride to Albuquerque you hung around with him. Walked the town from one end to the other in slow meandering steps. Every moment filled with conversations — music, his favorite, your favorite. He asked about your favorite movie and remembered telling Diane he liked Predator.
Russel doesn’t think it’s Predator anymore. He rewatched it, loving the nostalgic feeling he’d gotten, but wasn’t excited about it. 
He doesn’t think he has a favorite, really. 
You told him about a scary movie that’s based loosely on a true story. Russel asked about the movie which sent you on a tangent about it. You told him every detail from the family moving into a new house — to them performing an exorcism on a demon lady under the kitchen. 
He never learned the name, but he wants to watch it with you.
That day he held your hand. 
You held his hand.
Three days later, he expected you to keep going. The two of you made it to Albuquerque, and you caught up with the people you were chasing after. 
He was ready to take off on his own from there, but you turned to him and asked if he’d like a tour. How could he say no?
You showed him your favorite places to eat, where you graduated, and the house you grew up in. You never brought him inside though, never invited him over to meet your family or along with your friends.
Everything you showed him it felt like he was looking from the outside in.
He figured he embarrassed you. 
He wears his dad’s suits all the time — uncomfortable in anything else he tries on. His facial hair has grown back out, and he knows he needs a haircut. Russell understood if you were. The second day you were there, and he purchased his ticket you surprised him by buying your own.
That you stayed with him. A bigger bag thrown over your shoulder, new clothes, and his hand gripped tight in yours.
You went with him.  
A knock startled him, his eyes jerking towards the hotel door. It wasn’t their room, someone further down the hall, maybe. The person knocked a few more times followed by a muffled thump, then all went quiet. Russell listened to the quiet around him and ignored the hard thud of his heart.
“Hey Russ.” You whispered. 
He turned over, seeing the faintest line of you beneath the blankets. “Yes?” 
“Remember how I told you I had things I needed to figure out?” 
Of course he did. Russell remembered everything you told him. “Yeah.” 
“I figured one of them out.” 
A smile quivered his lips, “That was easy.”
You laughed, soft, breathy, as you shifted until you were facing him. The thin line of light in the room made your face a shadowy mask. Russell swore he could see the crook of your smile even from here. 
“You’re like me.” 
His brow furrowed. “I’m like you?” 
“Yeah.” You moved, slipping through the blankets until your feet hit the floor. Russell had enough time to move over before you were sliding in beside him. You shivered, little small trembles. It made him throw the blanket over you and scoot closer.
Your noses were almost touching before you talked again, “You’re starting new. Having a fresh start and rediscovering yourself, right? Me too. I needed a new life, a new outlook. I’d been stuck between Nevada and New Mexico my whole life. Now I’m everywhere. I’m here! We’re here. This is all new.” 
Your voice rose as you spoke, eyes going wide, your hand moving under your chin. 
Russell gives himself a single moment to think, “I want to kiss you.” Before he does it. 
It cuts you off mid-sentence, his lips pressing to yours, his hand sliding to the small of your back. You felt stiff against him, making his stomach curl in shame. 
Then you moved. 
Surging forward to pull him closer, your hand going to his hair as he presses you against him. 
It’s been so long since he’s held someone, touched someone, had another person’s lips moving against his.
It made him dizzy. 
Russell was never a touchy man to begin with. He kept to himself and when he was with others, he played wallflower.
Prison didn’t change that. 
Which makes this moment feel like an exploration into a part of himself he’d forgotten.
You’re soft, your lips trailing along his cheek, fingers touching his chin, his nose ghosting over his eyelids before carding through his hair. 
His hands brush over your shoulder, down your back and up again. He doesn’t know where he wants to touch, what he wants to feel. Is he allowed to?
What he knows is he wants you to cover him, to crowd him in, push him into the mattress and breathe life back into him. 
“Russell.” You whisper. 
He nods, knocking his nose with yours.
“Mind if I sleep with you tonight?” 
Russell’s brain was filled with static. 
“Sleep with me?” 
You grin against his next kiss. “I’d like to cuddle with you tonight, if that’s okay.”
He feels his cheeks flush. “More than okay.” 
You kiss him again, slower, deeper, drawing him in before releasing him, “We can talk about other kinds of sleeping together later, okay?” 
“Okay.” 
He falls asleep with your head on his chest.
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ethanhoewke · 2 years ago
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when you're mean to me
this is who you're being mean to😔
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knight-in-sour-armor · 2 years ago
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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years ago
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I stumbled across this gif and I had to show you 😩
(This is from Adopt a Highway btw)
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He's such a sex deprived fluffy confused bunny of a man and he makes me absolutely FERAL for some reason 😤
I feel like I had to share that so 🙃
-@wayward-persephone
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CUUUUUUUUUUUTE
See, he’s the kind of guy I would fall for IRL. In fantasy? I want the big bad scary man who will kidnap me and do as he likes. In reality, obvs I don’t actually technically want that 😂 But in reality, UGH RUSSELL YES
Unfortunately I am cynical and do not think such a man exists 🥲
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proudace · 3 months ago
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I just got back from roadside cleanup, and was gonna post about my weird finds, but this showed up as the first thing
So, weird things people felt the need to throw out of their cars:
2 separate vacuum attachments
A fire extinguisher
An antifreeze bottle so old a giant blackberry bush was growing through the handle
4 whole glass wine bottles
So so many plastic bags
So so many Taco Bell containers
So so many big foot Java containers
So so many beer cans
A disturbing amount of pee bottles (which had turned concerning colors, please see some doctors, truck drivers, I am begging you)
A cup of boba tea while we were gone for 5 minutes to refill on water (like why? You saw the signs and trash bags)
Fuzzy sweatpants
A pair of jeans
A Polaroid of an office space
A brand new duffel bag
A half gallon milk carton
And an honorable mention that was most definitely not thrown out a car window:
16. 2 road signs (one clearly hit by a car, and one in pristine condition still attached to the pole)
who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.
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wayward-persephone · 2 years ago
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the amount of times I’ve thought about russell being inexperienced and it making him so whiny when he fucks reader.. like I don’t know if it’s just me but literally imagining him moaning softly and just cussing under his breath (!!) about how good and perfect you feel literally sends a rush from my toes to my head.
AND!!! IM NOT DONE YET
russell would literally look at you like you hung the stars up in the sky and would get such a rush of endorphins after sex, being so smiley and laughing 🥰 I love me some whiny and needy russell <3 -@littleredmuneca
This literally fits my headcanon of him getting pussydrunk perfectly 😌👌
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Russell getting so lost in the pleasure of having you wrapped around him, of your snug heat clenching around him as you pant his name in his ear and claw at his back, of not being able to control himself and just mumbling a mix of praise and apologies to you as he drills into you. Not being able to stop himself until he comes inside of you/on you.
Him getting absolutely desperate to feel you throughout the day and casually pawing at you. Giving you puppy dog eyes until you give in and then he's fumbling for his zipper to get inside you, of your mouth or pussy, as soon as possible.
Then he's turning into a cuddly oversized koala who refuses to unhand you afterwards. Smiling and nuzzling into you and praising you as he basks in his afterglow. Becoming even more open with his affectionate if that was possible.
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ethanshawke93 · 9 months ago
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mr-ninja1 · 1 month ago
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TEAMWORK!
Perry Garden Club invited the CAP to help with their Adopt-A-Hwy cleanup. Perfect weather last Tuesday!
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wayward-persephone · 1 year ago
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Okay but this looks so fun! 💙
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put three names & a number in my ask
some fmk alternatives
stab, shoot or drown
fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with
fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with
write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book
go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey
go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with
go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with
share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with
watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with
netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against
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mandowifey · 2 years ago
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Imagine: You surprise your boyfriend Russel during his closing shift at Troy's.
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Russel Millings x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Reader is Afab and 18+, established relationship, oral (m and f receiving), voyeurism, dirty talk, public sex, PiV, creampie, sort of fluff, sweet Russ.
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Russel is a tireless man.
With work, with life, with you. He spent every moment thinking and worrying, attempting to do and be the best that he could. After two decades of incarceration, Russ had become very anxious and nervous. He was always worried about his job and recently, you. You were the new concern at the forefront of his mind. You came into his life wrapped like a present and quickly became his entire world. Since dating you, Russel had worked endlessly to try and become better. A better man, a harder worker, any and everything you needed, he would be.
It was a shift like any other. Becca had asked him to work a double, which meant movie night would be cancelled. He had left a deeply apologetic voicemail from the work phone. Russ promised that the minute he could he'd make it up to you, and he meant it. There was a nagging fear at the back of his mind that this was going to ruin your day and maybe you'd stop asking for movie nights all together.
Closing at Troy's Burgers was easy enough. Since given the spare key, he was locked inside and able to take his time cleaning everything top to bottom. Russel felt a deep urge to make sure things were done right, which was most likely why he was often asked to close. His attention to detail and need to do the job correctly had him far more reliable than his coworkers.
It was nearing 12 AM as Russ walked outside with two full trash bags in his hands. His mind was distracted thinking of you and how upset at him you must be. He was certain that this mishap was going to be the doom of your relationship. Perhaps you'd realize finally that he wasn't worth the trouble of waiting around.
Russ did not know he'd been staring at the dumpster for nearly five minutes. Snapping out of it, he hoisted the lid and tossed the heavy bags. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked back inside through the back before turning and gently locking the door. There was a comfort in knowing he was alone there. He didn't have to worry about forced conversations or anyone watching him for mistakes.
As he walked around the corner back towards the kitchen, he yelped. You were standing there, hands up slightly with a smile on your face. How in the hell did you get in here?
"Hey baby! I am so sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Your voice was delicate, hushed.
A hand rested over his chest as he felt his old heart pound within. It took him a moment before he could actually speak again.
"H-how did you-"
"When you walked outside I snuck in behind you. Honestly I didn't know if approaching you outside in the dark was scarier than being in here when you came back. I'm so sorry." You laugh and walk towards him.
Now that that shock had settled, he reaches out and wraps his arms around you, drawing you in close. He smelled of grease and fried food. Not like you minded of course. Your head drops against his shoulder and your arms wrap around him, squeezing him gently. Russ was smiling against you, his eyes closed as he breathes you in. You were the best smell in the world to him.
"I got your message, and I felt so bad you were so sorry. I just had to come see you." You leaned back slightly so he looked at you.
Your hands cupped his cheeks, his blue eyes meeting yours for a moment before flicking away. You could feel the warmth blossoming under his skin, his hands having slid from your back to rest over your hips.
Russ didn't say anything. He felt worse that you had come to surprise him. You were always so thoughtful and attentive. The man often felt undeserving of the love and compassion you gave him. He opened his mouth to start to speak, and found himself unable to as your lips latched to his own. The kiss startled him, his eyes widening immediately as your body presses up to his.
He could never resist you. Kissing back, his fingers curl into your hips tightly. Your lips smack together almost obscenely, soft pants and breaths escaping between frantic presses of your mouths. Russ could feel himself getting hot, the blood rushing from his head to his groin. You could sense it, and your hand slipped behind the apron to cup him between his legs.
The touch shocked Russ to his core, making him keen. You greedily swallow his noises, kissing him harder as you take control. Your body nudges him backwards, away from the kitchen and up against the wall beside the office door. The impact makes him grunt into your lips, his body stiffening and his cock hardening against your palm.
"That's it." You gasp and kiss along his jaw and his neck. Your mouth marking along his throat until you reached his collar.
Beneath you, the man whimpered. His breathing loud and heavy as he rocks against your hand like he was starved. Your lips curl into a smirk against him, palming along the outline of his cock and stroking him through his pants. You watch as his eyes close and his head tilts back to hit against the wall, his hands closing into fists by his hips.
"W-wait. Wait." He breathes out suddenly. "W-we can't. I-I can't, not here, n-not on the clock I-I could.." He was stammering over his words which told you he was nervous.
"Do you want me to stop?" You question, your palm slowing to a stop but not leaving the swell in his pants.
"N-no." Russ chokes quickly, frantically bucking against your hand to chase that wonderful friction you gave him.
Your eyes soften and you kiss his chin, then his lips. Taking the initiative, you move your hands around the apron and unbutton his pants. Russel's trembling breath spurred you on, knowing he was on edge excited you. Opening his pants, you released his aching cock and wrapped your fist around his girth. The man jerked and arched nearly fully off the wall, his eyes screwing shut.
"W-what if, w-what if w-we- what if s-some sees?" His words fell out of his quivering lips between heavy breaths. One of his hands had reached down to hold onto the wrist connected to the fist around his cock. "W-what i-if-"
"Baby, no one is gonna see us. The store is closed and locked, and we're away from the windows." You speak soothingly to him. Russ needed affirmations sometimes and you were happy to oblige. "It's just me and you Russ. Just relax for me okay?" Your eyes sparkle when he nods.
His eyes had been shut when you dropped to your knees in front of him. Which made the touch of your warm lips around his swollen, blunt head startle a gasp from him. Your tongue rolls around the slit to gather all of his salty pre cum, and you swallow it before easing half of him into the warmth of your mouth.
Russ groans, jolting his hips forward and muttering out an 'O-oh Jeez', his hand shooting down to grip into your hair for stability. Encouraged by the reaction, you start sucking him softly and bouncing your lips along him. Your mouth was a perfect seal around his swollen shaft, and he was lost within you effortlessly. He could not believe you were sucking him off at his work.
"Y-you-re a-ah-mazing. Y-you're s-so good." He chokes out. Russ could feel his heart slamming in his chest and pounding in his ears. The man felt as though he could pass out. Between your velvety soft tongue and the wonderful sucking you applied, he was throbbing already. "Y-you're s-so.." He stammers, his grip in your hair tightening slightly. You were perfect, the most amazing woman in the world and he was certain he was in love. No one had ever touched him the way you did.
You loved him, and you loved pleasing him. No man was more deserving of kindness and love than Russel Millings. The sounds he made above you encouraged you to give him more. Wanting him down your throat, you relax your jaw and swallow him to the base, causing Russ to jerk his hips forward and hit his head against the wall. "J-jeez. Y-you're.." He mumbles, his other hand hitting and smoothing over the wall. "I-I'm-" His breathing was louder, frantic.
Of course you knew what was coming. Sucking firmly, you begin to glide your mouth up and down on his cock, gagging occasionally when the entirety of his length nudged down your throat. Russ was breathing erratically now, his chest heaving and his hand pushing ever so gently into your head. You refused to pull off of him, swallowing and sucking his length until he was choking and whimpering above you.
His hand pushed the back of your head suddenly, desperately coaxing you to take him to the base. Hips jerking forward to meet your mouth, Russ gives a noisy cry and shivers. You feel the throb of him against your tongue and taste the warmth of his seed spilling down the back of your throat in spurts. Russ gently bucks his hips a few more times, giving a low whimper and gently petting your hair.
When you were certain he was done you slipped your mouth off of him. "You were amazing." He says. His eyes soft and face flushed. "Y-you just- are s-so.." You stood as he spoke, smoothing your hands over his chest before gently pecking his lips and cutting him off. His eyes closed and he wraps you up in a familiar needy embrace.
"D-do you - uh- c-can I-?" It were not possible for his face to be any redder.
With a smile, you kiss him again and lick into his mouth, eliciting a jump and soft groan from Russ. His tongue pushing forward to touch yours, not minding the residual taste of himself. Hands paw at your hips, indicative that Russ wanted to ask you something. You gently break the kiss and look up at him smiling.
"I-I would like to take care of you too." He murmurs, placing soft kisses to your forehead.
"I'd like that."
He takes your hips and turns the both of you. Once your back touched the wall your hands slipped down to gather the edge of your skirt and hoist it up for him. Russ leaned back and looked at you, his eyes going wide once he saw your slick covered panties and inner thighs.
"All from you."
His lips push together and he swallows. He could feel his softened cock already starting to harden again from the sight and words alone. Quickly, Russ stole one more glance around the restaurant before he dropped down to his knees.
"Y-you're s-so beautiful. You're so perfect." Praising mumbles escaped his lips as he places soft kisses to your thighs.
Reaching up he hooked a finger into your panties and slowly dragged them down. You stepped one leg out of them before he was on you. The sudden brush of his warmth and prickle of his goatee made you whimper. He placed delicate kisses against your folds, blue eyes staring up at you to be sure he was doing a good job.
And he was.
Russ pulls a cry from you as he pushed his tongue against your swollen bud. You two had spent time together going over how to take care of one another, and he had always been so attentive. Your hand drops to grip into his hair, gasping as his lips suck around it, his tongue rolling and lashing gently. You pulse your hips forward, whimpering louder.
"Oh Russ, don't stop." The man wouldn't dream of it. He began eating you like he was possessed. His tongue lapping between your folds and swallowing your fluids like he was starving. His eyes never left you once.
Russel was fully hard now, his cock pulsing and dribbling in his excitement. He knew he needed to be patient, and he would never dream of stopping especially with you begging him so nicely. His tongue flattened against your engorged bud, lapping at you feverishly and drawing endless cries out of you.
Azure eyes gazed lovingly at you from his place on his knees. Russ was smitten, drunk off your taste and sounds. He could have spent hours with his mouth on you like this. You keen, feeling a warmth blooming in your core and the rising sensation of your impending release. Your breathing quickens, your hips pulse and you shriek. All the while Russ' warm mouth latched to you, his velvet tongue licking and rolling over your swollen clit.
He knew exactly what you needed. One fat finger prods your aching hole and slips inside with ease. Buried to the knuckle, he pumps his digit firmly up into you, his lips sucking your clit in tandem. Now that you had something to clench around, you came. Your fingers grasp into his hair as sparks burst behind your eyelids. You were certain you could wake the dead with your cries.
Clamping around his digit, you rut your hips forward and shiver, wave after wave of your release washing over you. Hips stuttering, you allow yourself to breathe and untense, still petting a hand into your paramours hair. Russ had slowed his lapping to a stop and very gently removed his finger. You felt almost saddened by the withdrawal.
"You did so amazing Russ." Your eyes twinkle and you motion for him to come up to you. Rising, he leans in and kisses you again, basking and nearly purring from the compliment. Russel lived for you, and knowing he could take care of you the way you did him, it made his heart throb. "Do you wanna cum in me?" You whisper, tasting yourself on his tongue as you bury him in kisses. You hear him moan and know what his answer was.
One of his large hands grabs your hip and you raise your leg to hook it around him. You wanted to reward him for being so good. His nose brushed your jaw as he trailed kisses against your neck, tickling you with his facial hair and making you shiver. Using his other hand, you feel Russ guide the head of his cock against your folds, dipping between them and to your opening. With a gentle nudge, he breaches you and groans as he's enveloped within your tight heat.
You moan with him, your eyes closing as you stretch deliciously around his girth. Russ was a big boy, 8 and a half inches and nearly thick as a soda can. Your first time with him had left you sore and satisfied, as did every time after the fact. You angle your hips and try to meet his thrusts. "C-can-t-" His words were clumsy and so were his movements. Eating you out had nearly been enough to make him cum. Being buried in your cunt with you practically begging for it was proving to be too much for the timid man.
"Give it to me." You pant into his ear. "Fill me Russ, I want to be stuffed full of you. Please baby, please." Your words were desperate, you needed him, all of him.
That was all it took.
Russ whimpered and choked, rutting into you messily. His fingers bruised your skin as he pushed up into you, his stomach against yours, nearly smothering you in his larger frame. You cry out, feeling him spear into a sweet place deep inside you. His body shuddered and muscles tensed, you feel the sting of his teeth against your skin as Russ whimpers your name. His cock throbbed so hard you felt it each time it spurted within you.
"T-that's it." You gasp, gently winding your pelvis down to grind him within you. Russ had frozen in place, his eyes closed as he relished in the delight of his release. When he finished, he gently pushed his forehead to yours and remained like that a beat longer. No words needing to be spoken, he loved you and you loved him.
When he finished, Russ gently withdrew from you and put himself away. Lowering himself again, he grabbed your underwear and helped you put them back on. You laugh and wobble as you do so, and he gently smooths the creases in your skirt and hair, trying to tidy you up to perfection. You can't stop smiling.
"I'm gonna wait in the car, you take your time okay?" You steal one more gentle kiss. Russ laughs and averts his eyes before looking around shyly. "Well... I was pretty much done once I did the trash, I just need to punch out." His voice was quiet, and he glances at you with the smallest of smiles. You nod and give him a hug before hurrying towards the exit.
"Don't keep me waiting!"
When the door closed behind you, Russ gave the restaurant a quick look over before punching out. He turned the lights out, locked the doors and made his way towards the car. Removing his apron, he folded it neatly on his lap as he settled into the passenger side.
"You hungry? I can swing by somewhere or there's leftovers back at the apartment?" You turn the AC down once the temperature was comfortable for you both. Russ buckled himself in and let out a soft hum of thought. "I'll eat what's at home." He nodded. You smile and reach across the car to take one of his large hands into your smaller one. He smiles timidly and laces his fingers with yours as you drove home.
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thingsifoundongeoguessr · 3 months ago
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