#ah the famous cock rock

[vancruejovi]

Most Iconic Kirk shots ⭐️

[dreamofjoys]

— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉'𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿

Synopsis: The dragons have decided to stake their claim on you by making you the mother of their children. They take turns to lay their eggs in you.

Characters involved(NOT separated): Malleus (TWST) x Zhongli (Genshin) x Neuvillette (Genshin) x DanHeng (HSR) x DanFeng (HSR) x Fem reader

C/W: Poly relationship, dark content, SMUT (spicy level -99), oviposition, knotting, masturbation, creampie, blowjob

A/N: I wanna write more oviposition for every dragon ppl but it's too time consuming. So i said fuck it and make them all in one shot. I badly wanted to include Danfeng so hehehehhehehehehhee also, it's short.

DO NOT READ / DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH CONTENT! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU MAKE ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS (esp when I already stated the warnings) minors go away please.

"Is she okay?" Zhongli murmurs, placing his forefinger on his chin, tilting his head slightly while staring at your fucked out expression. He was confused why you were staring up at the ceiling with your mouth open wide, as if his rock hard dick wasn't nestled inside your pussy. "She will be fine, Im going to give her a treat." Danfeng taps his dick lightly on your lips, and you obediently took his whole length inside your mouth, sucking it like an ice cream popsicle.

"If she can still suck you off like that, I guess she is fine." Malleus groans, the sight of another man fucking your throat while your pussy greedily sucking onto a dragon's dick was so hot, he fist onto his dick faster, feeling himself climax as his cum starts spurting out. He aims it at your body, wanting to paint you in white by the end of this session.

You didn't know how you got into this situation, but somehow your dragon boyfriends have decided to come into an agreement to claim you properly, in a dragon way. And really, what are dragons famous for? Laying eggs inside their non dragon partner! And now, you find yourself laying on your shared bed naked along with your boyfriends. Zhongli is currently the one egging you while you were giving Danfeng a blowjob. DanHeng, Malleus and Neuvillette were busy masturbating themself, waiting for their turn to fuck you.

"Hnnngh, ah-" Your body shakes, feeling Zhongli's dick getting bigger and bigger inside while something small and hard was pushing through your vaginal walls, and into your womb. You tried moving away, but find yourself unable to do so... it's almost as if you had become one with Zhongli!

"Sweetie, are you trying to move away from Zhongli?" Neuvillette whispers into your ear, feeling a little bad for your situation. "He is knotting you right now, that's why he feels big. It's to prevent the female from escaping while we lay our eggs inside you. Bear with us, alright?" Neuvillette kisses your cheek, and you watch as he starts creaming around his hand while you swallowed down the cum that Danfeng had dumped in you.

"Im done, Danheng, you are next." The archon finally pulls out, and you whined at the loss but was quickly replaced with Danheng's thick and slender girth. "Im sorry Y/N, I'll make it haah quick." Danheng apologises, also feeling a little bad. But can he really make it quick when your walls are squeezing so unbelievably tight around him? Now he knows why Zhongli was taking his time to egg you. Neuvillette switches position with Danfeng, deep throating you with his cum coated dick. You gave him kitten licks on his girth, using your small hands to fondle on his balls while Neuvillette throws his head, once again groaning while he cums down your throat.

"Mhmmm, let me try this on her." Malleus interjects, latching his lips onto your nipples while he sucks onto them like how you would do to Neuvillette's dick. "Holy shit, she just came-" Danheng gasped, feeling your pussy milk around his cock. He was trying to be quick and push his egg in faster, but the sheer tightness and warmth around his dick had his head spinning and heart beat accelerating into madness. Your pussy feels like a personal cocksleeve.

You were sure that your back is going to break with how much you are arching them off, your moans were all swallowed down by Neuvillette's dick, drools leaking down from the side of your mouth since the man refuses to give you a break. You look at Zhongli and Danfeng who were busy masturbating themselves at the sight of your dishevelled state, seemingly cumming whenever they see your belly getting larger and larger with their eggs.

So spread your legs wider and open your mouth bigger. Your dragon boyfriends desperately wants to see your womb filled to the brim with their eggs.

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Talk

As a famous singer, you find yourself at the same terrible party as Hozier, but you two decide to do something about it.

Pairing: fem reader x Hozier

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, p in v (protected) sex, fingering, 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who waited for this one...I'm so sorry it took so long. Please enjoy, and remember, my inbox is open for requests!

This party sucked.

Somehow, at one of the biggest album release parties of the year, you found yourself bored out of your mind, sipping on a weak gin and tonic. Leaning against a corner wall, the bass of the music from the DJ vibrated through you as you watched other people dance – your bandmates were somewhere amongst them, but for whatever reason, you just weren’t feeling it. Maybe you were just in a mood, maybe it was the music (one good song for every ten awful ones), but you sipped your drink, checking your phone every so often until it became a polite time to excuse yourself. You could already taste the revelry of getting back to your house before midnight – pajamas, Thai takeout, and scrolling aimlessly on your phone while Grey���s Anatomy reruns played in the background.

Suddenly, you saw a head bobbing around the others in the crowd – standing what seemed like almost a full foot above everyone else, his thick, curly hair pulled back in a half bun, he smiled and tilted his head to the music distractedly. Your breath hitched for a moment as you saw him – you had seen Hozier at countless red carpets and events in the past year it seemed, but he was also more handsome than the last time. He turned his head and your eyes locked, making you blush, and making him smile. He gently pressed a hand on someone’s back to alert that he was making his way behind him.

As if the giant could ever go unnoticed.

“Hi,” He said as he landed next to you, sipping from his drink. Something brown and in a rocks glass, one giant ice cube anchoring the liquid.

Of course.

“I feel like I needed to come over and speak to you – we seem to orbit each other at basically every red carpet this year.” He spoke, seemingly reading my mind. You smiled.

“That’s funny – I was just thinking that.”

Hozier nodded and his eyes scanned the crowd before landing back at you. It was like he was staring into your soul. Extending a hand, he smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m –”

“I know who you are,” You admitted, somewhat bashfully as you shook his hand. “I’m a big fan. I’m–”

“I know who you are,” He echoed, a smirk playing on his lips mischievously, “I’m a big fan.”

You could feel your blush deepen as his smooth words washed over you. His accent was enough for you to want to drop your panties, and his smile was already sending your head upside down.

“Your ‘Best New Artist’ win was well deserved,” He continued. “Your album was one of my favorites this year. Selfishly, I hope you guys are working on another one.”

“Wow, thank you,” You breathed, your heart thumping in your chest, “That means a lot coming from one of like, the best lyricists of our generation.”

“Ah,” Hozier waved his hand, bashful, “Come now.”

You cocked an eyebrow and smiled, “You’re going to write something like ‘I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found, I'd be the choiceless hope in grief, that drove him underground’ and not expect to be considered that?”

He simply shrugged and sipped his drink. He was blushing, embarrassed.

“This album was also very good,” He changed the subject, speaking of the current album release party. He cleared his throat, “Even though this party sucks.”

You laughed and gently grabbed his forearm in agreement, “Yes! What is that about?!”

“I think it’s the DJ,” He admitted, leaning into you, “The guys releasing this album are buddies of mine, but I’m starting to think if I need to end our friendship based on the DJ they picked for this party.”

“The music he’s playing is making me feel old,” You admitted, “I don’t know any of the songs, and I don’t seem to really like it, either. Is this what our parents feel like when we were listening to Good Charlotte and Britney Spears?”

“Not mine. My mom loves Good Charlotte.” His eyes twinkled.

You laughed. Your eyes fell on your bandmates dancing to the music, obviously drunk off of the expensive beer being served at the open bar. You were acutely aware of Hozier standing next to you, his heat seemingly radiating.

“Is it an inappropriate time to tell you that I think you look beautiful tonight?” He asked, his breath warm on your ear as he leaned down to whisper it. Shivers were sent down your back as he spoke. You turned your head and looked at him, trying to play it cool with the smile that played on your lips.

“Probably not, considering how I’ve been thinking about how handsome you look since I saw you from across the room tonight.” You retorted, titling your head. He smiled and nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“I’m reminded of your beauty every time I see you at events,” Hozier said, his hand finding the small of your back, “And, admittedly, every time I scroll your Instagram feed.”

You laughed, “Hozier is my internet stalker, eh?”

“Can you blame me? That number you had on at the Grammy’s this year?” He made a face, whistling, “It took every ounce of strength not to follow your account as soon as you were done presenting on stage.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” You asked, almost interrupting him. He seemed taken aback, so you tried to backtrack, “I mean…in a bit. We could go somewhere where…the DJ doesn’t suck? After we finish our drinks.”

Hozier quickly chucked back the rest of his drink, putting the glass on the nearest table. “Let’s go.” He took your hand as you chugged the rest of yours as well, finding the spot next to his glass for yours.

He guided you through the party, his hand never leaving the small of your back. You felt heat rushing through you as you made your way to front door, and Hozier handed the valet his ticket. He turned to you.

“Did you drive here?”

You shook your head. “Car service.”

“Great. We can take my car then.”

As the valet pulled up in a sleek Audi, Hozier thanked him and handed him a large bill as a tip. He waited until you were situated in your seat before he slid into the driver’s side, closing his door and pulling into traffic. Some sort of blues-y jazz was coming through the speakers softly.

“So where are you kidnapping me to, Mr. Internet Stalker?” You teased, looking out the window at the lights of downtown L.A.

He smiled, “My hotel,” His voice was a low purr. You exchanged a glance as he leaned his head forward, in explanation, “The bar there is really nice. Live jazz band tonight. It’s mellow.”

You nodded and smiled. As your heart raced, you were trying to calm yourself down, fiddling with the clasp on the purse in your lap. Hozier’s arm was resting on the console in between you, and every so often, his hand inched closer to you. By the time he pulled into the swanky hotel parking lot, his large hand was resting gently on your thigh.

Your stomach was in excited knots.

After another valet exchange, Hozier took your hand and led you inside the hotel. It was grand and beautiful – a $500/night type place. To the right of the entrance was a beautiful restaurant, speakeasy in style. As promised, a four-piece band was set up in the corner of the bar, playing soft tunes and creating the atmosphere of an underground jazz club.

“Told you,” Hozier said, raising his eyebrows playfully, “And the drinks are great as well. Had one before the release party.”

“It’s really nice.” You awkwardly agreed. Hozier stopped for a moment, his face unreadable. He stood before you.

“I also have a minibar upstairs in my room, if you want something to drink.”

“Oh, that sounds much better.” The coil in your belly was itching to be sated, and you didn’t know how much you could play this cat-and-mouse game of will they/won’t they. For a moment, a darkness of lust flickered in his eyes, but he simply smiled and took your hand, leading you to the elevator. He scanned his room card and pressed the button to the top floor.

The air in the elevator was thick, heavy. You both stood facing the door, saying nothing. As the doors open and he led you to his suite, your heartbeat doubled in time. Flicking the lights on, he shut the door behind you, placing the lock in it’s place.

It took all of 30 seconds before your bodies crashed together, teeth clacking and moans erupting.

Hozier grabbed you and pushed your floor length dress up so they he was able to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair. You pulled back slightly, your breath ragged already.

“So what the fuck do I call you?” You asked, breathlessly.

Confused, he looked at you, “What?”

“I need to know what I’m saying when I scream your name later…is it Hozier, or is it Andrew?”

He barked out a laugh and bit your lip, “Andrew. Andrew is fine.” He pressed his lips on yours again, dropping on top of you as he guided you to the bed. His large hands ran their way up and down your waist, palming at the skin on your body. He was moaning, grunting into the kiss, as your tongues danced together. You felt his hands leave your waist and slip your heels off, your toes already curling.

Andrew pulled away and slipped off the tweed suit jacket he was wearing. He looked down at you as he shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“So fucking beautiful,” He murmured, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “So fucking sexy. Every time I see you.”

You moaned and pressed your hips to him slightly, causing him to gasp lightly in surprise. He kissed down your neck, to your collarbone, gently slipping the thin straps of your dress off of your shoulders. Licking a stripe from your neck to just above your breasts, he smiled, looking at you.

“Fuck,” You breathed, looking down at him. You watched as he stood, slipping off his shoes and socks next to the bed. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped that off, revealing his thin, hairy chest. He was lean, built lithly but strong. Biting your lip, you stifled a moan. He was on you once again, pulling you into a kiss, his hand cradling the back of your neck. His other hand made quick work of the zipper on the back of your dress, and he shimmed it down, before sliding it off of you completely.

Revealing the intricate…shapewear…you wore underneath.

For a moment, both of you stopped breathing, looking down at the ugly, functional corset that covered your body. Embarrassed, you pressed your lips together before looking back at Andrew. Suddenly, both of you were in hysterics.

“I really wish I was wearing some sexy lingerie right about now.” You said, throwing your head back and cackling. Andrew laughed and peppered kisses on your cheeks, shaking his head as he undid the shapewear and took that off as well.

“That was brilliant,” He said, wiping a tear away from laughing, “What a fuckin’ reveal.” As he took it off, you were completely nude, your skin softly pressed against his fingers. He groaned as he took you in, “That’s much better.” His voice was back to husky, low.

He kissed you once more before his fingers found their way to your clit, spreading your legs gently. He didn’t take his eyes off of you as his fingers felt your wetness. Quickly, he inserted two fingers, pushing his long digits all the way in. You moaned and furrowed your brow as he didn’t move for a moment, letting you adjust.

“You’re so wet for me already, darlin’.” He purred, his forehead on yours. You whimpered and nodded. He started to pump inside of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Immediately you started to squirm, which made me smile.

“Jesus Christ, Andrew.” You said, your eyes flickering to his fingers moving in and out of you. Heat rose in you as you watched him, the pleasure evident on his face as he licked his lips. When your eyes found his again, you found him looking at you, and not his handiwork.

“I love seeing you like this,” He said plainly, “You’re so beautiful when you squirm.”

He increased his speed, causing you to buck your hips. He nodded, his eyes twinkling, as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers. He leaned down to kiss you – a hot, open-mouthed kiss, with his tongue finding yours immediately. You moaned into it as he curved his fingers inside of you and took your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking gently. Pulling away, he dipped his head and moved his tongue to your hardened nipple, sucking on the bud as your body started to convulse under him.

The coil in your belly was tightening, and fast. Your hips started to buck faster, your wetness pooling out on to his fingers. You started to repeat his name like a prayer, and as you moved closer to the edge, your hand found its way into his hair again, tugging lightly.

“I’m close.” You whimpered.

“I know,” He smiled, moving his mouth to your ear, “Come for me. Be a good girl.”

You gasped slightly at his words as the coil snapped, bucking your hips one last time before your orgasm sent waves of pleasure through you. You moaned loudly, gripping the back of his head tightly as he bit down on your earlobe, never stopping his fingers inside of you.

“That’s it,” He groaned, his voice raspy, “That’s it, pretty girl. Give it all to me. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”

Your head swam and your heart raced, your eyes squeezed shut because you could focus. The pleasure that was spreading through you was warm, electric – it was one of the best orgasms you had ever had, and it was only with his fingers.

Jesus Fuckin’ Christ.

After a few moments, Andrew slipped his fingers out, causing you to open your eyes, your breath coming in heaving pants. He was smiling, obviously proud. Slowly, he licked his digits as he stood, moaning.

“Jesus, you taste delicious.” He said, looking at you. He undid the button and zipper on his pants, the obvious tent of his arousal very evident before he slipped them off. Down came his pants and boxer briefs, his large member springing free, wet with precum. He made his way over to a duffle bag thrown on a chair in the corner of the room and rifled through it, finally emerging with a condom in between his fingers. Opening it quickly, he slid it on himself, pumping himself a few times as he walked back to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Are you ready?” He asked, straddling himself in front of you, continue to stroke himself.

“Actually, if you’re not inside of me within the next few seconds I might lose my fucking mind.” You said, watching him. It was silly, but seeing him touch himself in front of you like that made him seem like a god. He smiled and crawled on top of you, slowly positioning himself at your entrance. As his tip teased your wet folds, you whimpered.

Finally, Andrew slid himself inside of you in a single thrust, his forehead finding yours again. Your moans filled the room, and as he started to pump inside of you, the familiar numb feeling of being filled spread throughout you.

“So good,” You said, closing your eyes and pressing your head to the pillow, “So, so good, Andrew.”

“That’s it,” He said, his breath hitching, “Wanna make you feel good. You make my cock feel so good.” He dipped his head in the crook of your neck as he started to slowly increase his pace, finding himself deeper inside of you. The sound of your wet skin slapping together filled the room, matched only by your breathy groans and his primal grunts.

“Fuck!” You shrieked, Andrew finding a particular spot that made your vision fuzzy. Andrew tilted his head up to look at you and he smiled.

“Yeah? Right there, darlin’?” He asked. You nodded, your brows knitted together. His hand found your chin, holding it roughly, “You like it when I fuck you right there?” You nodded again but he shook his head, “Lemme hear you say it, baby.” He gently commanded.

“Fuck. Yes, Andrew, right there!” You said, unable to take your eyes off of him. His eyes darkened as he continued to fuck you, his face flushing.

“My name sounds so good on your lips.” He groaned, continuing to pump in you. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he continued to hit your spot. His hand moved from your chin to your tits, and as he pinched your hardened nipples, you moaned. His thrusts became erratic, irregular.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” You toyed with him, taking a moment to bite down on his bottom lip, “My pussy so good you’re gonna come for me?”

“Fuck,” He barked, furrowing his brows, “You’re so fucking tight…you’re so wet…I’m gonna come soon. I’m close,” His face flushed deeper as he stared into your eyes, making your heart thunder in your chest. Suddenly, he squeezed his eyes shut, his head thrown back, voice parted in a silent moan.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, the condom filling with his orgasm. He jerked his hips, almost a spasm, as he moaned your name. His hands gripped the pillows on either side of you, his biceps flexing. You smiled as he finally opened his eyes, almost in submission as he rode out his orgasm. Your hands found their way to his back, gripping him and bringing him closer.

A few moments went by as he stayed inside of you, trying to catch up with his breathing. He placed gentle kisses on your cheek lazily, finally rolling out of you. Standing, he quickly made his way to the bathroom to toss the condom and clean himself up, but laid next to you again, scooping you up in his arms.

“You’re fucking incredible.” He murmured in your ear, his Irish accent coming out with his tired demeanor. You giggled and looked at him, brushing a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear.

“I’m really glad that party sucked so bad,” You said. He chuckled, his eyes still closed. Opening one, he looked down at you.

“Me too…” He paused for a moment, drawing you closer, “Though, even if that party was fun, I still would’ve made my way over to you.”

“Yeah?”

Andrew nodded and shifted so he was propping himself up on his elbow, “Yeah. I had been trying to muster up the courage for like…three awards shows to come over and say hi to you, now. Months worth of time.” He was somewhat bashful. You blushed.

“Well I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” He reached out and started to brush his fingers through your hair, and you couldn’t help the fluttering in your chest.

That party sucked. But you were glad it did.

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A/N: I'm actually kind of obsessed with their banter and relationship...should I make this multiple parts?! I was originally only planning on doing this as a oneshot but I kind love them (teehee).

As always, comments and reblogs mean a lot if you liked this one <3 Thanks for reading

[v-eee]

jungkook x you

warning: smut : this content is intended for mature audiences.

Jeon Jungkook knows he should stop meeting you.

But he can't.

He had try many times to not coming here looking for you.

Again and again, he failed.

You are beautiful. You are mischievous. You are cunning. You are not his ideal type. His type is someone who will submit and loyal to him.

But not you.

You are one of the famous hostesses in this club. Maybe that’s why you hardly listen to his demand because you can choose any client you want to serve and accompany their drink. You choose anyone who can pay you more.

When he first spend the night with you he was shock knowing he is your first but he also shock seeing you don't act like he is your first at all. And the morning after, you left him…as the night before is nothing for you.

“They looks good on you…” he praised from the bed after seeing you change into the black lacy bra and panties he bought for you.

Jungkook was mesmerized by the sight of the tiny panties covering your crotch and ass.

“Really?” You chuckle as you climbed on top him and straddled his hips.

“Mhmm…” Jungkook mumbled. His hands pulling your waist so that you could sit on his bulge.

Then he reached out to touch the panties, his thumb rubbing the slit through the lacy material.

You moan “Mhmmm…”.

Jungkook press his thumb along the slit.

You moan again as your hip arch to get more friction from his thumb.

Jungkook bites his lower lip as his eyes looking at your expression and the way you began moving your hip in circular motion on his bulge. You are too beautiful and enchanted to his eyes.

He slide the lacy material to the side to expose your wet labia lips. He rubs your labia with his thumb. His cock inside his pants was rock hard as he continued to rubs the lips.

He removed his hand from your panties and placed his wet thumb to press on your right nipple. His upper body raised as his mouth take your left nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently.

Jungkook's tongue flicked over the erect nipple, making you moan louder. His tongue stick out and swirl around your nipple, he looked at you and smirked as you smile down at him before grinding harsher into his bulge.

His cock inside his sweat throbbing. He needs to be inside you.

In a few seconds, he flipped you until your back lay on the mattress.

He get up from the bed to remove his tshirt, sweatpants together with his underwear.

Your eyes widen seeing how big and hard his cock down there.

Jungkook's cock stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling. He climbed back on the bed, moving closer to you. He grabs both your ankles and wrap your legs around his waist until his cock gently nudging against your wet lacy panties.

"Ah," you gasped at the contact.

"Don't act like this is the first time we do this…" He chuckled. He knows that it feels so good for you. He slowly pulls your panties off, leaving them around your ankle. He looks down at your pussy. It's so wet, he can see your juices glistening in the light.

He rubs the head of his cock along your wet labia lips.

"Mhmmm," he hums as he began to press the head of his cock on your clit.

You let out a soft moan as he teases your clit with the tip of his cock. "Mmm…" Your squeeze your right breast. Jungkook smile before leans down and kisses the nipple in your hand.

You are not the first girl he ever have sex with.

But after the night he spend with you, ye had stopped meeting other women. He's craving to feel only you.

You tightened your legs wrapped your legs around his waist to let him know you wants him inside you.

And he understood.

Jungkook moves his hips forward, sliding his cock between your pussy lips.

You gasp when his throbbing cock slid inside you.

Jungkook slowly pushes his cock deeper and deeper into you until his heavy balls touching your ass.

He slowly pulls out, then pushes himself back in.

His balls slap against your ass.

You and him moaning each other name as the feeling is incredible.

He repeats the same action a few times before his hips start to thrust faster and deeper into you.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, so you pull on his broad shoulders, circling you arms around his neck.

Jungkook leans down, pressing his bare chest against yours as he kisses you deeply.

"Jungkook..." you pant against his lips.

"I know..." he replies, hips thrusting harder. He knows he is not going to last much longer too. His tongue slips back into your mouth and kisses you passionately.

After a few thrusts, he feels you cumming on his cock and a second after that he releases his own load deep inside you. His hips still moving as he pumps his load into you.

Finally he stopped.

He looks at your eyes, "You are mine." His voice breathy.

You chuckle. "I am yours?"

"Yes," he said, serious. "Let stay like this..." he moves to the side with his cock still inside you. His arms hug you close against his body.

Jungkook doesn't want to let you go. He knows if he pulled out his cock out of you, you will leave the room.

[adz]

i had this dream last night, totally out of nowhere. that Tom Milsom released new music. i mean, i guess he could’ve, i wouldn’t know, i’m not keeping tabs. Tom Milsom? oh he was like one of the original tumblr seapunks, infamously did a cover of 212 where he said the word, got cancelled for sex crimes. it was around the same time as the Nerimon thing. they were close friends actually. Nerimon? yeah they were both british youtubers, both got cancelled for sex crimes in similar circumstances. they were in the same circle as this trans girl who goes by Charlotte now, she’s cool though. this was pre-transition. ah you’re not familiar? her and Nerimon were in this trock band called Chameleon Circuit together. oh trock? it stands for time rock, uh, it’s rock music about the show Doctor Who. you know, cause he’s the time lord. a lot of trock artists were on DFTBA Records together. you know DFTBA right? it stands for “don’t forget to be awesome,” it was started by the Vlogbrothers. ahh so, the Vlogbrothers kinda originally got famous for this long-running vlog series where they’d trade off each week addressing their video to the other brother, but then they each independently got famous. one did a lot of science education stuff, and the other wrote some really popular YA novels, but then had the whole “cock is one of my favorite tastes” thing happen,

[losfacedevil]

Champagne, Caviar, Anyone? // SFK

a/n~ Hey guys! Welcome to the first in a series of Valentines Day themed requests turned series! I hope you all enjoy these as much as I’ve enjoyed creating them! WC:3.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI ~ Smut, heavy petting-ish, fingering (F!receiving)

Valentine’s Day was not your favorite holiday.

Many past relationships left you disappointed, the holiday breezing past without so much as a card or the utterance of a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day.’ But this year you knew something was different. There was a lightness in the air, and a pep in Sam’s step that wasn’t usually there. He wasted no time in wrapping you up in his arms, pulling your back flush against his chest and buried his face in your hair. He swayed your bodies together, humming a tune under his breath and placed soft kisses all over your cheek.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You mumbled, your guard fully up as he pressed his body against yours and pulled you away from the counter. A soft chuckle emanated from his chest and he turned on his heel, pulling you along with him.

“Well I was thinking we could go out to dinner but mom brought over her famous lasagna earlier so I popped it in the oven while you were on your way home, it’ll be done in the next few minutes.” He mumbled, slowly walking you towards the living room. A soft smile spread across your face as your eyes landed on the coffee table. Tall tapered candles were lit on either side of the table, illuminating the vase of roses and box of chocolates complete with a cheesy card in a soft flickering glow.

“So I get my favorite lasagna and a candle lit dinner with the silly little valentines chocolates for dessert?” You mumbled, laying your head back against his shoulder. The rumble of the chuckle that danced up his throat sent a shiver down your spine and you turned in his grasp, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“And why pray tell, have we gone all out?” You mumbled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Sam furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side.

“The candy and card isn’t enough of a reminder? It’s Valentine’s Day, I had to make it special for my girl.” He wrapped his arms tightly around your mid section, pulling you as close to him as he could and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The urge to roll your eyes was strong, Valentine’s Day, the holiday always left a sour taste in your month.

“Ah yes, the one day a year guys either completely disregard or end up over compensating for because they’ve done nothing for their girlfriends all year. How could I forget such a big Hallmark holiday.” You knew your tone sounded sarcastic and we’re hoping he would just laugh it off, but Sam shook his head and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t sound so thrilled for the Princess treatment.” He chuckled, turning his head towards the kitchen as the timer on the oven began to sound. He nodded in the direction of the kitchen and unraveled himself from you, slowly heading towards the oven.

"If you'd ask me, every day could be Valentine's Day." He joked, slipping his hands into two mismatched oven mitts and pulled the oven door open, bending at the waist and slowly removed the cookie sheet housing the aluminum pan with your dinner.

“Valentine’s Day is a joke anyway, it’s just some man made Hallmark holiday to get people to spend money.” You mumbled, puttering around the kitchen as he slowly peeled the aluminum foil off of the lasagna pan. Sam rolled his eyes, your rock hard exterior only egging him on to crack your shell and get to your soft center.

“I’m trying to be cute and shit and you’re over here raining on my parade.” He chuckled, turning his attention to you. He couldn’t help but watch as you stretched up to reach the plates on the top shelf of the cupboard, your shirt riding up and exposing the smallest sliver of skin. A soft sigh escaped you as the plate slipped out of your grasp towards the back of the cupboard.

“Can you help me, please? Instead of ogling me.” You giggled softly, watching as Sam’s jaw dropped and he sauntered slowly over to where you stood. He rested his hand on the counter next to you and pressed his body flush against yours, reaching up and pulling the plate from the cupboard effortlessly.

“Ogling you my ass.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms securely around your middle and buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft, territorial kisses to your skin. You pulled a deep breath in through your nose and let your head fall to the side, allowing him easier access to your neck.

“I warm up the dinner my mother so lovingly made, got you all the cheesy gifts even though I knew you don’t care for the holiday and this is how you act, hmm? Just wait til you see what’s in store for the rest of the night and we’ll see if the attitude stays.” His voice was low, a sultry tone dripping from his words. A nervous giggle slipped past your lips and you pushed your hips back, pressing your ass firmly against his groin.

“That’s right, dinner. I think you should be the one plating it - seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day and all.” You giggled tilting your head to rest back against his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re pushing it, little one.” Sam chucked, unraveling himself from you and slid the plates off of the counter top as he slowly made his way back to the stove. Your eyes danced slowly up the length of his figure, watching the way his hips swayed, and, knowing he was exaggerating it, pulled a deep breath in through your nose and blew a wolf whistle in his direction.

“Little one.” He warned, shooting a glance over his shoulder as he selected the metal spatula out of the holder and began to cut and plate the steaming lasagna.

There was something about the tone in which he spoke, the things his said and how he moved about around you that had you swooning. There was no questioning how he felt, and the love that he held for you - even when you pushed his buttons. His eyes found yours as he scooped both plates into his hands and turned on a heel. He held them out for you to take and nodded towards the living room.

“Go get comfy, I’ll be right there.” He mumbled, slipping the plates into your hands and delivered a soft tap to your ass as you walked by. You couldn’t help the way you let your eyes roll as you slowly made your way into the living room and sank down onto the couch, placing the plates down gently on the table in front of you.

“I heard a little rosé pairs well with lasagna but, I guess we’ll be the judges of that.” Sam chuckled, making his way around the couch and bent at the waist, placing two flutes of champagne on the coffee table before plopping down onto the couch. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you watched Sam settle against the back of the couch and scoop up his plate in his hand.

“Champagne, caviar, anyone?” You quoted Josh, giggling at the way Sam scrunched up his nose.

“Don’t quote my brother when we’re on a date.” He chuckled, cutting a bite sized piece of pasta and stabbed it with the fork, blowing on it to cool the molten sauce and cheese before leaning forward and held it out in your direction.

“Open.” He chuckled as you wiggled your eyebrows at him and did as you were told. His eyes lit up as yours fluttered shut and you savored the flavor of the lasagna, playing it up because you knew he was watching you intently. It was the caress of his hand against your cheek that had your eyes springing open, and he swiped his thumb carefully across your bottom lip before pushing the digit through your partially parted lips.

“That’s my girl.” Your eyes grew wide and you shifted in your seat, swatting away the hand that fed you and leaned forward to pick up your own plate before settling back against the couch and savoring the meal.

~*~*~

It wasn’t long before the warmth caused by the champagne was coursing through your veins, causing your giggles to be higher pitched and his eyes to be screwed shut at boisterous belly laughs escaped him. Sam had his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, cradling your body against his and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Oh, so a little food and champagne melts the attitude right out of you, does it?” His tone was taunting, trying to get a rise out of you. A soft giggle escaped your chest as you reached over and gripped his thigh, letting your hand slide down into the crevice where his leg meets his hip.

“What attitude? I have no idea what you’re talking about. But what I do hear is the dishes calling your name. Maybe you should be doing them instead of playing with me.” You knew you’d get a rise out of him quicker than he would get a rise out of you. The arm he had wrapped around your shoulder tensed, pulling your body closer to his and grazed his teeth against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“There it is.” He mumbled. Reaching up he wrapped his hand around your throat gently, squeezing the sides just enough for your breath to hitch. A giggle escaped you as you settled your hand over his lap, feeling exactly what you were doing to him. You pulled a deep breath in through your nose and calmed the fire in your gut, turning your head to place a soft kiss to his forehead.

“You put the food away, I’ll take care of the dishes and then… well we’ll see where the night takes us.” You cooed, waiting patiently as he unraveled himself from you and pushed to stand, holding out his hand to pull you up from the couch.

“Is that so? You’re calling the shots now?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms gently around your waist and pulled you firmly against him. You nodded lightly, pressing up onto your toes to steal a kiss from his permanently pouted lips. Sam scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brows, pulling back slightly to look down at you.

“Chores now and we won’t have to worry about them later.” You shrugged, wiggling away from him and walked off towards the kitchen. Sam watched your hips sway as you slowly made your way over to the sink and turned on the faucet.

He made quick work of replacing the aluminum foil over the pan of lasagna and popped the pan into the fridge. Shutting the door gently he used to handle to steady himself as he reached up above his head and stretched out his stiff spine. You threw a look over your shoulder, smiling at the way he groaned and scrunched up his face before righting himself and turned to face you.

“Can you maybe get those dishes done, please? Instead of ogling me.” He quipped, unable to hide the laughter in his voice as he sauntered over to you and wrapped himself around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Placing your hands on the counter you pushed back, slowly grinding your ass against him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help but ogle you when you look so sweet. Maybe I want a taste.” His arms stiffened slightly around you waist, holding you in place and he grazed his teeth softly against your neck in a warning of sorts. He ran his nose along the shell of your ear, blowing a cool steam of air against the back of your earlobe.

“I can promise you a taste before the nights over.” He mumbled, letting his hand slip dangerously low against the waistband of your sweats and you pushed back more, trying to encourage his hand lower. A sinful chuckle sounded from his chest and he placed soft, open mouthed kissed to your neck before slowly unraveling himself from you. The soft whine that escaped you at the loss of contract pulled another sinister chuckle from his chest and he spun on his hell, slowly sauntering away from you.

The feeling in your chest was unmistakable. He made your heart soar, and butterflies that you thought long since dead spring to life in your stomach. Though his gestures were simple they meant everything to you, having almost never been thought of on Valentines Day years prior. You slowly finished washing the dishes, being extra careful with the thin glass champagne flutes and placed them upside down on a hand towel to dry.

Turning off the faucet, you breathed a sigh of relief and slowly made your way down the hall to your bedroom, expecting to find Sam curled up in his favorite pair of sweats. A pout tugged at the corners of your lips as you rounded the corner and found the bed empty and Sam nowhere in sight. It was then that you heard the bathtub faucet spring to life, the water cascading down into the jacuzzi tub sounding like a damn had broken.

You made your way slowly down the hall to the bathroom, one your dad and pop had designed especially for the little fish of a girl who lived in the tub. Sam was kneeling down next to the tub and bent over the side gently, pouring just enough bubble bath solution into the steady stream of water. A soft smile spread across your face as you watch him dip his fingers into the stream, washing away any solution that may have splashed onto his digits. He winced slightly, signaling to you that the water was scalding and he had plans to soak for a while.

“A bubble bath all for me?” You said, raising your voice so you could be heard over the running water. Sam whipped his head around and a sheepish smile spread across his face as he pushed himself to stand and took the three steps towards you. He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his body and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I was thinking, the perfect way to end the day would be to soak it all in with you, unless… Princess doesn’t wanna come out to play.” He chuckled, knowing you had been riled up all evening. A cheeky smile spread across your face as you pushed up onto your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face down to yours.

“Maybe Princess just wants to be pampered today, hmm? And then maybe you’ll get a reward.” You giggled, knowing that you calling the shots would pull the side you craved to see out of him. A snicker emanated from his chest as his hands danced up your sides and he cupped your cheeks in his hands, wrapping his pinky and ring fingers gently around the sides of your neck.

“Oh is that so? Princess wants to be taken care of hmmm?” Sam chuckled, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.

Turning his head to the right he spotted your hair brush and scooped it up off of the counter, slowly beginning to pull the bristles through your hair. A shiver ran down your spine every time the bristles ran over your scalp and you let your eyes flutter shut as he turned you in his grasp. He detangled your hair quickly, stopping only to shut off the tap and let the bath water settle. Slowly he brushed all of your hair into his open palm, collecting even the fly away strands and secured it all into a scrunchie at the back of your head. Leaning down he pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck and raised goosebumps along your skin.

He helped you pull your shirt off up over your head, his eyes never leaving yours as you reached around behind you and unclasped your brain with one hand. He chuckled as he quickly stripped himself of his clothes and stepped back, slowly climbing into the deep tub. He held his hands out to you, waiting for you to place you palms against his and wrapped his large hands around yours. He guided you into the tub, making sure you didn’t slip before placing his hands on your hips and helped you sink down into the hot water with him.

A soft groan escaped him as the hot water enveloped his cool skin and he let you situate yourself between his legs before reaching and out pulling you to lay back against his chest. He traced soft, soothing circles into the skin of your thigh and you pulled a deep breath in through your nose, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. You reveled in the comfortable silence that fell over you, his hands dancing slowly over the length of your thighs.

“Thank you for tonight.” You mumbled, letting your eyes slip shut as you breathed in the mingling scents of the bubble bath and a musk that was unmistakably Sam. He nodded his head and hummed softly, an almost sleepy sound slipping though his nose as his hand slowly crept closer to your core.

“It was the least I could do. You take care of me constantly. I wanted to take care of you.” His voice was whisper soft, raising goosebumps on your skin as he spoke directly into your ear. Sam cupped his hand around your core and slowly applied pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. Gone was the man who wanted full control, that pushed boundaries and used safe words. In his place sat a softer version of the man you had fallen in love with. Your mind drew to the way his fingers slowly, and lazily stroked your clit - no intentions in his mind other than you make you feel good.

You swallowed hard, shifting the way you were sitting so his lazy fingers were dancing closer to the spot he knew would send you over the edge. A soft chuckle escaped him and he reached up, capturing your chin in between his thumb and index finger.

“Is this okay?” He muttered, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. You nodded into the kiss, allowing him to continue his lazy dance against your core. You couldn’t help the soft giggles that slipped past your lips and you leaned back, breaking the kiss.

“So how was work?” Sam chuckled and turned his head to press soft kisses to your cheek. You shook your head gently, knowing his tricks all too well.

“It was… work. Customers suck, and my… coworkers need a uh… reality check.” You pulled the words from the recesses of your mind as you tried to focus on both his question and the feel of his fingers lazily dragging over your core.

“Your coworkers, huh? What did they do?” A sigh slipped past your lips and your eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the sensations coursing through your body.

“They’re just… assholes.”

There was something in the soft movements of his hand that was driving you quickly towards the edge, something in the way he so lazily stroked against your core. Your breathing quickened slightly and he leaned his head down, wrapping his lips around your shoulder and began to suck on your skin. Your back arched of its own accord, pulling a deep breath in through your nose and cleared your throat softly.

“Sammy, please.” Your voice held a tone of desire he loved and he couldn’t help but chuckle against your skin as he sped up the movements of his fingers just slightly. A sinful chuckle escaped his lips as he felt your body tense, and he slid his fingers down to tease your entrance, sliding two fingers effortlessly inside of you.

“What is it, Princess?” He cooed, chuckling again as you pressed your head harder back against his shoulder. He curled his fingers, a gentle ‘come hither’ motion pressing the tips of his fingers against where you needed his the most. A sad giggle mixed with a soft moan escaped you as you dug your fingers into the muscle of his thigh. Sam nodded his head and pressed the heel of his hand against your clit, applying just enough pressure to send you over the edge. A gasp escaped you and you tucked your bottom lip tightly between your teeth, stifling the louder sounds that threatened to escape you.

“Atta girl, so good giving it to me.” He mumbled, the quick slip from soft Sam into his more attention seeking side almost fully unseen. He reached down and placed his hand over yours, gently prying your fingers off of his thigh. A tired giggle slipped past your lips as you rubbed soothing circles against his skin, knowing you had probably left fingerprint shaped bruises in your wake.

“Sammy.” Your voice sounded dreamy and you let your head roll to the side, pressing lazy kisses against his neck. Sam let his eyes flutter shut, reveling in the feeling of your weight pressed against his chest. He resumed the slow dance of his fingers across your stomach, sending shivers throughout your body.

“Do you wanna get out and get comfy?” His voice was low and dreamy, laced with a bliss he wasn’t sure the source of. You nodded slightly and pushed yourself up off of his chest, slowly rising to stand and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in one of the fuzzy towel that lay folded on the toilet seat and watched as Sam opened the drain and rose to his feet, stepping out of the tub and made his way over to you.

“Hi.” He chuckled, leaning down to pluck a towel off of the toilet lid and wrapped himself up in it. Leaning up on your toes you pressed a soft kiss to his lips and pushed past him sauntering into the bedroom.

“Hey!” He chuckled, taking off after you. You laid across the bed, wrapped up in your fluffy towel and let your eyes flutter shut, the realm of sleep threatening to overtake you. Sam dried off quickly and plucked two clean pairs of boxers out of the clean laundry basket that sat waiting to be folded and quickly slipped them on.

“C‘mon, dry off.” He cooed, standing in front of you with his hands held out in your direction. You pried your eyes open and pushed yourself into a seated position, slowly rising to your feet. Reaching out he rubbed his hands over your arms, creating warmth with the friction. You dried yourself off slowly and tossed the towel into the dirty laundry basket before collapsing back down onto the bed.

Sam chuckled lightly and kneeled down in front of you, slowly slipping your feet into the legs on the boxers and slid them up the length of your legs. He climbed up the length of the bed and got comfy, patting the bed with his hand to get your attention.

“Up here, love. Come lay with me.” A soft smile caressed his face as you slowly crawled up the length of the bed and curled up against his side. He let his fingers dance over your bare back, tickling and raising goosebumps on your skin as he lulled you to sleep.

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23 with chreon? 😏

HELLO ANON I AM SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK A LIFETIME TO POST

Prompt: “Don’t stop. Even if I beg you to.”

Word count: 1372

[18+ under the cut!!]

“Don’t stop. Even if I beg you.” And weren’t those famous last words? Leon bound naked to a chair, arms and ankles secured to the frame. No way to get out without Chris’ help.

“Sure about that?” Chris grinned up from where he was crouched on the floor by Leon’s feet.

“Did I stutter?”

“It’s your funeral,” And with that Chris shifted into the kneeling position, hand hovering over Leon’s flushed cock, lube in his palm. “Y’know what to say anyway if you’re for real.”

“Just get on wi-” Abruptly dissolving into a moan, long and drawn out. Chris carefully stroked up the shaft, fingers looping around the base of the angry tip. “Fuck.” Leon couldn’t help but sigh.

“You were saying?” If he could have, Leon would have kicked him. Wipe that smug expression from the man’s face.

The fist moved slow and coordinated, though Chris wasn’t watching, instead focused on Leon’s expression, how his head tilted back.

“That good?” Chris asked.

“Uh-huh.” To which the pace only increased. Not thinking about how the pleasure would soon dissolve into something more desperate, just basking in the moment. It had been too long since he had been granted any form of relief. Chris often teasing as Leon wound up hard and restless, having agreed to only get off on Chris’ terms. Perhaps that was why Leon was so impatient for Chris to carry on no matter what.

“See, not so difficult is it?”

Though Leon didn’t respond, not verbally anyway, pathetically trying to rock his hips into the fist. Maybe it would have been more successful if he weren’t tied to a chair.

“C’mon now, patience Leon.” Chris doing that thing where he spoke with patronisation. Fuck it shouldn’t have been so hot. “Thought you were gonna behave?”

“Just a bit more.” Trying to goad the man into it, wanting to feel good. Too horny to acknowledge that if he came Chris likely wouldn’t settle on just one, wring a couple more orgasms from Leon before he was done. If he were more together Leon would have had the foresight to spread them out, they had barely started after all.

“Hey,” Chris taking his hand away, not missing how Leon’s hips twitched. “I call the shots here.”

“You’re such a bastard.”

“But you love me really.” Their eyes met as Chris smiled. “Don’t want all the fun to be over so soon now do we?”

Leon threw his head back properly and groaned, baring his throat. He needed to fuck something, needed to cum. It was frustrating, having what he wanted within his sights despite it feeling so goddamn far.

“Please Chris.” Looking back down to the man.

The anticipation he felt when Chris grabbed his cock a second time, could feel himself pulse in the man’s palm.

“Like I said,” Fingers stagnant and wrapped around the base. “It’s your funeral.” Right then though Leon was more than okay with that.

Only Chris didn’t hold back, had an end goal in mind. Slick sounds filling the room, and all Leon could do was sit there and put his pleasure in the hands of someone else. It was almost mechanical, arm unfaltering, tempo consistent.

“Ah fuck-” Not having learned his lesson, hips still eager to buck into something. “Chris- gonna- fuck don’t stop.” Could feel the steady build of pressure, it all too good, unable to comprehend anything else.

Pre-cum intermingling with lube as Chris carried on.

“Fuck-” Sighing one final time, before Chris let go, knowing Leon’s tells, the exact point to stop. “Wait no, no- shit-” Babbling as his body betrayed him and continued to take him over the edge, forced to do nothing but sit there and accept it. Cum spurting out over his abdomen, whimpering as he watched, not getting much out of it.

As soon as the last few dribbles ran down his shaft, Chris was back at it again, stroking ruthlessly. Leon not allowed the fulfilment of an orgasm but more than capable of falling into overstimulation.

Right then Leon’s hips writhed more than twitched, squirming in his seat.

“Wait- fuck- Chris-”

“What’s wrong?” Feigning innocence. “Thought you wanted to get off?”

“Not- not like this- fuck Chris.” Everything was so sensitive, bordering on painful, yet something in Leon’s head screamed for more.

“Not so cocky now are you?” The fist still relentless, ready to bully another orgasm from him.

“Shit- I-” Thoughts growing muddy, feeling his balls tighten once again.

“Shhhh It’s okay,” Free hand placed on Leon’s thigh, thumb running back and forth in a soothing pattern. “Use your words, you can do it.”

Could he?

“C-chris- ah fuck-” And just as predicted that was when Chris let go, that warmth leaving him, again made to cum over himself in such rapid succession. Body tensing unable to fight it. The first load already drying on his skin, replaced with a more feeble second one.

He sat there panting, not quite knowing what he wanted. Sure, Leon desired to cum properly, allow himself to sink into it, mind going numb with sensation. But something about the dissatisfaction turned him on too, knowing he would still be pent up afterwards, eager to chase a self indulgent release. Cock giving a weak jolt as it lay there, spent. But just like before, Chris wasn’t done.

A sharp wince left Leon as it was taken again. The grip no longer as tight as it had been, giving Chris the opportunity to move faster.

“I can’t Chris-” Not fully aware of what he was even saying, mind succumbing to the cocktail of too much and not enough. “I can’t, I can’t.” Half babbled, jaw falling slack as it carried on.

“Know you’ve got one more baby,” Chris voice was reassurance through the fog. “C’mon I know you can.” Fuck that fist was going to be the death of him. “Y’know what to say if you want me to stop.” Reminding Leon again that he had an out if he really meant it. And it was true, he could call red, and Chris would take care of him no bother. But even with the haze he was in, he wanted it. Needing to be putty in the other man’s hand.

So, Leon sat there trying to stave it off, unsure if the next one would be ruined or not. Every nerve in his body set alight, hyperaware of any and every small movement. Helpless to do anything other than groan and beg.

“Just a little longer,” Chris spoke again. “I’ve got you go on, don’t fight it baby.”

“You’re such a - fuck - such a bastard.” Sentence almost dying on his tongue as he felt temptation creep up his spine. Mewling and whimpering, brows pinched in concentration, allowing himself to feel the wave consuming him.

“Chris I can’t, please-” Felt like it was almost too much, like he was useless. Unsure what he was even pleading for. “Fuck, Chris, Chris, Chris-” Repeating the man’s name like it was his saving grace.

And right then was the second Chris let go, leaving Leon pulsing out in the open. A small deflated noise pushing itself from his lungs. Orgasm hitting him one final time, though again there was that disconnect from his brain and cock. Barely anything coming from it, completely drained.

“That’s a good boy.” And Leon was by no means immune to the other man’s praise.

Slumped in the chair, breathing hard, hair falling into his face. It took a moment to register that he was being untied, hands first. Wiggling his fingers was like a second nature, regaining circulation.

“You did good,” Chris stood next to him, one arm wrapped around Leon’s shoulders and pulling him into his abdomen. “Real good.”

Leon just huffed, absorbing himself in the contact. The warmth that was Chris Redfield. “Thanks.” Mumbled into his shirt.

Once back with it a bit, Leon pulled away, met with warm eyes looking down.

“Maybe if you behave yourself I’ll make it good for you next time, how about it?”

It pulled a small huff from Leon, unable to help the grin on his lips. “You’re such a bastard.” But yeah, he trusted Chris to make it worth his while.

For this ask game!

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Mike Patton speaking italian: birthday edition

So today is Mike's birthday and I'll celebrate with some quick translation.

Video 1: Tomahawk, Milan, 2013.

Milano, tutto a posto? Bene. Siete molto ma molto gentili per un gruppo da spalla! Min 0:29: lui pensa che stavo parlando della pasta... Eh già! Insomma, questo è un chill! Un pezzo chill, hai capito? (he said it in a Neapolitan accent, LOL). Chill! (a guy in the audience answered "agg capit", in Neapolitan way). Sai cosa vuol dire? Tranquillo! (again, same accent). Va bene? Dai, NIN, (something I didn't get), minchia! Per adesso, fucking chill motherfuckes!

Milan, everything okay? Great. You're really nice with a support band! At 0:29: he thinks I was talking about pasta... Oh yeah! So, this is a chill! A chill song, you got it? Chill! Do you know what it means? Relax! Okay? Come on, NIN, fuck! For now, fucking chill, motherfuckers!

Video 2: mix of epic stuff

0:03: Mike, piacere // Mike, nice to meet you (you can find the whole translation of that video here)

0:05: La fica! // The pussy! (He was in Brazil and "fica" is a conjugation of the verb "ficar", I guess. As you can see, in italian "fica" or "figa" has another meaning eheheheh).

0:06: Lui sta dicendo che vuole un cazzone! He is saying he wants a big cock! (you can find the whole translation of that video here)

0:08: Fica fica fica fica! // Pussy pussy pussy pussy!

0:10: Io mangio la merda del papa // I eat the pope's shit.

0:15: Ah si vede che sei intenditore! // You can tell he's a connoisseur!

0:17: Cazzarola! // As I've already said in the translation of this specific video, it's a term we use to say "cazzo" (=dick, but in the meaning of "fuck!") but in a less vulgar way. It's not really a swear word; in central Italy, "cazzarola" means "pot".

0:20: È un pochetto, un pochino diversa! // It is a bit different!

0:22: Negroni, grappa, Martini (3 famous italian alcoholic drinks; I love those "sì" in the middle)

0:26: È un bel lavoro! // It's quite a job!

0:29: Pirla! // Pirla! (It's a typical Milanese insult, and it roughly means "stupid". Plural or singular, it is always "pirla").

0:31: siamo contentissimi di essere qua // We are very happy to be here.

0:33: 'sti cazzo di Milanesi! // These fucking milanese people!

0:34: sì, tipo, sì// Yeah, I mean, yeah.

0:36: devi imparare, cazzo! // You have to learn it, damn it!

0:41: magari cresce un po' così! // Maybe it grows a bit like this.

0:43: ma va a cagare! (I can translate it with "Fuck off" or "go to hell" but it litelly means "Go and take a shit". We use it a lot)

0:45: daje daje milanesi! Come on, Milanesi! ("Daje" is absolutely Roman style. It has many uses, but most commonly, it's a way to say 'come on').

0:47: mi han detto che...// They told me that...

0:48: Cazzarola!

0:49: sì sì mi ricordo // yeah yeah I remember that!

0:50: volete Vasco Rossi // You want Vasco Rossi (again, as I've already said in the translation of this specific video, Vasco Rossi is a famous Italian rock star, but he is controversial because he hasn't done anything significant since at least 1998. Mike knows that metalheads hate Vasco).

0:57: è proprio un idolo // He is truly an idol (he was talking about Demetrio Stratos, I'm quite sure Mike doesn't like Vasco, LOL)

0:58: dai un po' d'Eros, cazzo! // Come on, a bit of Eros, damn! (Eros Ramazzotti is a popular italian pop singer. By the way, I'm not sure about exactly what he said, but he was definitely talking about Ramazzotti).

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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 28: Warrior Heart

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

Hello hello, children and adults etceteratata! It’s DreadNordGreybeard here, filling in for a buddy and bringing you some truly weird shit. But don’t worry, I’m not that dreadful. In fact, I am quite handsome and cuddly. It’s my jokes you gotta watch out for yuk yuk.

(yes, I am pretending to be a radio DJ while typing this, no, i don’t care if that is over the top)

If you’re worried about the condition of our fearless blog leader, HearSomethingWeird, fear not! Rumors of his death and dismemberment have been greatly exaggerated. Turns out there is a hard limit on how many metal covers of famous 60s pop-rock songs you can consume in one sitting before you start to lose it a bit. But he will be good as new very soon! Until then, you have to deal with me and my immaculate taste in music. Avast, ye!

Thus. Thusly? Perchance.

Therefore.

The first song of my well-deserved tenure is great. Great, even. And it packs a wall-op.

It’s The Great Wall by Wang Leehom (and some lady who doesn’t get credited anywhere that I know how to read).

What are they mad about? Are they mad? Are they stepping on legos while they’re singing? Or are they just passionate about walls? I don’t know, but it’s awesome.

Comments: BlueSwedeShoes86: do yodel it

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Jackie Delahaye plays the video again. “And this is that Chauncey asshole, or the other one? Who’s the one with hair?”

“That’s Nigel.”

“They both look the same to me.” Jackie never forgets a face, she prides herself on that, but these bastards have the same damn one.

“They’re twins.” Lucius reaches into his Lisa Frank satchel (he insisted it was strictly ironic) and pulls out more folders. “Each one of these contains a day of notes. You can probably get a lot more from Stede, when he gets out of the hospital.”

“I’ll have Ivan on that.” Jackie could go see Stede Bonnet in person, but there’s no rush. And Jackie hates hospitals. Sat in too many of them with bad results.

She places the folders in a box labeled "Lucy" S. (the assistant), next to the ones labeled “Jeff" F. (the accountant) and "Artie" H. (the HR rep).

“Can you use this video at least? Since it was a public recording?” More folders. More paperwork for Jackie. No rest for the vigilant.

“Maybe, maybe not. A lot of people seen it, could taint the jury pool.” Jackie takes a whiff of her Padrón 80th cigar and taps it against an ash tray shaped like the lower jaw of a skull. “But Jackie’s the best. We’ll get it done.”

Their meeting is interrupted by shouting outside of the office. Jackie opens her desk drawer and grabs her CZ-75 handgun she keeps there, slotting it into her side holster. So many undesirables trying to get up in Jackie’s business.

But Ivan’s got it handled.

He stands up to full height with his arms crossed as - speak of the devil’s uglier brother - the bald one (Chauncey?) screams in his face.

“Jackie is the best, and I am getting the best. I want to take that sack of shit for everything he has.”

Ivan frowns. “Back off, man. I told you over the phone. It’s a conflict of interest. We can’t represent you or your company. I’m sure BG&E can get you all the legal representation you need.”

“BG&E won’t give me what I ask for because it happened ‘off company property.’ They’re use, anyway. And to hell with the conflict of interest, whatever they’re paying you I’ll pay you double-”

“Mister Badminton,” Jackie interrupts. Chauncey spots her and clears his throat.

“Miss Delahaye. Charmed, I’m sure.”

“It’s Seniora Delahaye, to you.”

“Ah, yes Seniora Delahaye.”

“No. Seniora. You roll the fucking R.” She gives him the standard Jackie glare she uses for annoying rich white men in suits.

“Yes, well. As I was telling your assistant, I am seeking legal representation for a defamation suit.”

“Jackie doesn’t do defamation, not for men who could stand to be taken down a peg.”

Ivan cocks his head to one said, arms still crossed.

Chauncey clears his throat again. “I’ve been told you couldn’t take the case due to a conflict of interest.”

Jackie steps out of her office. “You were told wrong.”

Ivan looks back at her questioningly.

“Jackie can’t take your case because she won’t take your case. You have no case. My team wouldn’t be caught dead on the same side of the courtroom as you.”

She turns to her assistant. “Ivan. Take out the trash.”

Ivan smiles.

As the curses ring down the hallway, Jackie turns to the golden-framed painting on the wall. A metal plate under it reads, Alfeo de la Vaca. The best that ever done it. Done in too soon.

Jackie kisses two of her fingers and plants them on the portrait of her late husband. “Grant me all the luck you didn’t have, baby.” She returns to her meeting.

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

Hey hey hey! DreadNordGreybeard here, soft on dread but hard on beard.

Does that make sense?

Fuck yeah it does! Tons of sense!

Speaking of making sense, yours truly had a session with a real therapist who isn’t just a crabby, opinionated, so-called friend. For the first time in years! Because you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone else, you know what I mean? I know you do. Of course, I didn’t know that until my therapist told me. Let’s dedicate the month of December to doing what we have to do to be happy and sane, so we can be there for those who need us most later.

After all, the future is always open wide for us. No matter what happened in the past, there can always be a better day tomorrow. Don’t you fucking forget it.

Today’s song is Hope by Stefan. There is zero yodeling in it. None whatsoever. Only whistling.

Comments: BlueSwedeShoes86: do YODEL IT TheRealWande: Swede, we talked about this LucyFlawless: Absolutely do not under any circumstances do yodel it you sick son of a bitch

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Stede sits on the stool next to the phone. He twists the cord in his hand nervously as it rings, wishing Mary hadn’t kept his cell phone. It was hard being apart from them, all of them. He's needed them, Mary and the kids. Ed. Lucius. All of them. But he is okay. A little more okay every day. And he’ll have the rest of his life to spend time with them once he gets out.

The ringing stops.

“Stede.”

“Ed.”

“Not every day I get a call from a mental hospital,” Ed’s voice comes through the receiver.

Stede huffs. “Well, thanks to me, you get to experience it. What would you do without me?”

“Oh, I don’t know, go out of business. Oh wait, I’m doing that anyway.”

Stede bites his lip. “Did you close it down already? It would have been nice to have one last rage.”

“It’s not shut down, but no more rages for you, Stede. It doesn’t seem to be a healthy outlet. Have you considered therapy?”

“I consider it three times a week.” Stede pauses. “What about you? Have you… considered it? You’ve gone through a lot, too, lately.”

“Yeah, got back in contact with my old therapist Dr. Hornigold.”

“That’s good to hear. I want you to take care of yourself.” Stede looks out the window as he talks. His eyes are drawn to the clouds today.

“And you? Any progress?”

Stede thinks for a moment. “You know… I think so. Something happened yesterday.”

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

“I went outside.”

Ed gasps. “Nooo, anything but that!”

“That isn’t the thing, Ed. I went outside and I noticed that… it was nice. The air smelled good. I could feel the sun. And the clouds were just so… fluffy.” He bites his lip again. “I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t remember the last time I just noticed how nice it felt.”

“It’s not stupid. It’s called being happy, mate. I hope you keep feeling it.”

Stede’s still looking out the window. “The clouds are still pretty nice today.”

“What do they look like?”

“Marshmallows. I wonder if clouds smell good.”

“And you’re sure you’re just on antidepressants?”

“Pretty sure.” Stede blushes. There’s a pause on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, you’re right, the clouds are really fuckin’ pretty today.”

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird: It is I, DNG, here to blow your mind with something weird.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Not all of these songs you’re posting are weird! Some of them are, Andraste spare us, sweet and pretty and hopeful.

Well, listen the fuck up! Today’s is weird as fuck. Also epic and soooooo cool.

Automatonic Electronic Harmonics by Steam Powered Giraffe is really fuckin’ strange and creepy and you’re not still reading this are, you? You’re mesmerized by that music video. Just mesmerized. No point in saying any more here, is there? Nope. Bye.

Comments: BigDawgFangie: This is a nice blog. I do not understand your taste in music though. BlueSwedeShoes86: That’s because it isn’t YODEL IT BigDawgFang: What is Yodel It? PracticallyGayJesus: DO NOT ASK HIM ABOUT YODEL IT!!!!!!

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In hindsight, Stede could have chosen a better time of year to have a mental breakdown.

However, also in hindsight, at least he doesn’t have to worry about Christmas shopping this year.

But still, it’s the 25th of December and he’s sad. Not a deep sadness, not one that permeates his bones and weighs him down. He’s just bummed that he’s spending the holidays here instead of with his kids. His family.

He wonders if they’ll spend it with Doug instead. He catches himself frowning at that and decides he’s going to need an extra therapy session this week.

It isn’t even like he enjoys Christmas. Nobody in his family is religious. Sure, his parents were for show, in order to impress whoever they needed to impress, but for Stede et al, Christmas was a strictly secular affair. It was about guiltily piling as many presents as possible under the tree as he could, finding something expensive and outlandish to give Mary in order to make up for all of his failings.

So, actually, in hindsight, maybe it wasn’t such a big deal.

But he does miss the food.

He doesn’t expect to have visitors today, though it’s allowed. So he’s confused when Nurse Bonny grabs him and leads him to the entrance to St. Anne’s Behavioral, where there’s a commercially-decorated artificial tree. And he certainly doesn’t anticipate being bowled over by his children.

Some surprises are nice.

“Daddy! Merry Chr- Merry Festivus daddy!” Alma says as he pulls her and Louis in for a hug.

“Festivus? Is that what we’re calling it now?” He looks up at Mary, who has her arms crossed and is smiling at him.

“We decided to create our own traditions this year,” she says.

“Like visiting daddy in a mental hospital?” Stede asks as the kids run off to the reception desk to ask for candy.

“Stede Bonnet, if you make this a tradition I swear to god…”

“Okay, okay! We’ll stick to airing of grievances.”

Mary shakes her head. “We did that in the car on the way.”

“Any I should know about?”

“No.”

“And it’s a good idea to… bring them here?” A place like this would have scared the fuck out of Stede as a kid. But he supposes that Alma and Louis are a tad braver than he is.

“We’re just staying out front with the decorations, no need to go inside. But Stede, how are you?” Mary beckons to a set of chairs and they both sit down.

“I’m pretty good, I think. All things considered. It’s not exactly a vacation, and I can’t wait to leave. But… I’m feeling pretty all right?”

“Just all right?”

“Yeah, but more all right than I’ve felt most of my life.”

“Well, that’s good.” Alma and Louis join them with coloring books and word searches.

“I… don’t have a present or anything,” Stede says.

“You’re here. You’re still around for them. That’s all you need to give them right now.”

Stede doesn’t quite agree. “I want to do more though. I want to be the dad I couldn’t be before. It’s too late to be the husband you needed-”

“I don’t need a gay husband, Stede. You never could be who I needed. And I couldn’t be who you needed. And that’s okay.”

Stede purses his lips and sits in silence for a few seconds. “I guess… it is okay. Huh.” He’s still getting used to the feeling of a happy middle, a peaceful existence between the rapidly changing highs and lows of his previous life. He’s learning to accept that it is okay to just be okay. It isn’t a failure to be less than the best. Feeling good at all is success.

He turns to Mary. “So… Doug, eh?”

Mary smiles. “Yeah, Doug.”

“How long? Have you been together, if I might ask?”

Mary looks at him back. “Are you sure this is a conversation you can have yet?”

“I think so. It’s okay. I just want to know.”

“Longer than I want to admit. Over a year.”

“Wow,” Stede sits back and waits for jealousy to wash over him, or anger at being lied to for so long, or a sense of loss… and he doesn’t feel any of those things.

“Do you… love him? Mary?”

“I do, Stede. I have for a while, now.”

They sit in silence for a while, enjoying the peace of the day. Festivus. Stede decides that it's time to perform his feat of strength.

“Mary?”

“Hmmm?”

“What does it feel like? To be in love?”

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird: DNG here bringing the heat of passion straight to your loins.

Just kidding, that’s what LucyFlawless is for.

What’s better than yodeling, you ask? Family. Family is better than yodeling, especially if it’s your chosen family, and you’ve told the rest to get carked.

Maybe you’ve gone through some hard times lately, or are helping someone else through hard times. Just know that inside, we’ve all got a beating warrior heart to carry us through to victory. You might have to take off a whole lot of armor to find it, but it’s there.

This is for you, chosen family member. Warrior Heart by Rhapsody of Fire.

Comments: BlueSwedeShoes86: Whatever. You could also yodel it when you have problems DreadNordGreybeard: no you can’t

Chapter 29

[marias-island-of-visitors]

"Ah enough with the who beat who shit. I just want to be fucked by a good dick. And yours is the best I've had in a while. So stop being a bitch about it before I change my mind," she told the other, giving her that small smirk as she was able to push her pride to the side. She didn't think she lost, but at this point, all she wanted was a good dicking to sate her now very on-fire horniness. She felt the cock press against her world-famous ass, her hips rocking side to side as she slapped the member around. She hummed in delight, grinding the dick between her cheeks up and down as she hummed away. She looked towards the other as she groaned softly.

"Hgnn I can tell a lot of weaker women fell to something this big~" She mused, her hips grinding and pushing back against the member as she squeezed tightly around it. She rocked her ass up and down slowly, her massive ass clapping with each thrust.

Open Starter (Female or Futa only)

Toph smirked softly to herself as she turned her attention towards her next opponent. The nude bandit had been taking names in the new division of pro-bending, using it as a way to keep her skills sharp even in these times of peace. Sure she could be using this time to teach the next generation or maybe starting a family... but where was the fun in that?! Toph wanted action, she wanted to feel the earth under her toes and on her small tits when she claimed victory. She grinned softly as she felt the earth shift under her, letting her see her next opponent.

"Heh don't recognize you, guessing you heard the rumors of a blind naked girl kicking the asses of all the pros. Think you can give me a better challenge?" She smirked, getting into position and exposing it all.

[rusame]

This episode of: JUST FUCK ALREADY. Brought to you by Capt. Cockblock

@reposhillo submitted:

Ivan lapped and moaned, making sure he was very audible as he enjoyed himself to the fullest, feeling Alfred twitch and jerk around his tongue and how the blond had started to rock back into his face. The heated pulsing flesh in his hand was also twitching, signaling to him that his little American was close. Alfred confirmed that moments later.

“I-Ivan oh god I’m..I’m so..so close I’m gonna….Ah.”

The Russian grinned, pleased to see his lover becoming so unraveled and wanton, before it finally dawned that his own cock was standing proud and stiff, eager to meet it’s favorite sheath. Feeling the rare streak of sadism flare up within him, Ivan stopped his motions and pulled his mouth off of Alfred, releasing the hold on his cock as well, causing Alfred to let out a cry of frustration. 

“F-FUCK IVAN! God damnit I was so…so so close…Fucking sadistic commie bastard….Asshole…” Alfred hissed, tears actually gathering in the corners of his eyes. He had been so close to relieving this paralyzing heat that had spread throughout his body, nearly reaching the breaking point when Ivan had taken it all away.

Feeling a bit merciful, Ivan wrapped is arms around Alfred’s waist and gave him a gentle squeeze. “Do not fret Sunshine. I am simply getting on with the main event. I believe what you said was to ram right into your ass da? Well…I’d like to properly slick you up, because I plan on fucking you to the point of you barely being conscious, and you’ll love every second of it.” He purred, nipping at Alfred’s ear lobe.

Alfred could have cum just from those words alone, and he focused on the mirror, locking gazes with Ivan once more. “A-Actions speak… louder than words. You’re gonna have to make…me..believe that statement. I have..some doubts.” He panted, giving Ivan one of his famous, cheeky smiles.

[kenzumekodma]

18+ ONLY, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

summary: “L-look at you, humping the mattress l-like a bitch in heat,” you tease, using his own words against him. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy?”

pairing: denki kaminari x fem reader

wc: 1541

warnings: sub m, f!reader, domme reader, thigh riding, ‘princess’ as a title, oral (f recieving), roommates to fwb to lovers a/n: for @httptamaki​ ’s subby boys collab! find the masterlist here <3 thank you to @angelashido​ for beta reading for me!

You fiddle with the hem of the black mesh panties of the matching set you had bought earlier on in the day. Denki should be home any minute. No doubt he’ll be a little out of it from work, but honestly? That might just work in your favour. Confidence hasn’t always been your strong suit, although since whatever this is between you and Famous Pro Hero Chargebolt started, it’s improved quite a bit. Being around him is like listening to an audiobook of Ulysses on repeat, as if he’s thinking out loud.

You shiver as you sit on the armchair in your apartment. Maybe this is too much, you think to yourself. Just as the thought crosses your mind to put on a pair of jeans and a sweater, Denki’s key slides into the lock. Well fuck, it’s now or never. You steel yourself in the few seconds you have before he opens the door and hope he can’t see from across the room how your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest.

“Heeeeell-” he starts. “Oh,” he finishes quietly, drinking in your form. He’s not subtle about eyeing the way the rose appliques tastefully cover your nipples. You swallow, and put on a figurative brave face.

“Long day?” you ask.

“Y-yeah, uh huh,” he answers, distracted by the way the elastic of your panties pinches the soft flesh of your hips.

“Thought... “ you clear your throat and reset yourself. “I thought you could use something to relieve some stress after your patrol.”

“Yup, sure,” he says, eyes trailing down to your thighs. He licks his lips.

“You’re not hearing a word I say, are you?”

“Nope,” he confirms. “Gimme.” Denki kicks his shoes off at the door and makes to take you by the waist. Hands gliding along your sides, he leans in to kiss you. You pull back. A sly smirk tugs at your lips.

“Ah, ah. I don’t think so,” you tut. Denki raises an eyebrow. “On the couch.” The order feels foreign in your mouth. Not a bad foreign, though. More like the first bite of a French macaron. To your surprise, the blond man obeys without question. “Gonna have to earn it.”

He watches, eyes wide, as you settle yourself on his lap, straddling his thigh. You take his wrists in your hands and hold them above his head. Your lips rove from his jaw, down his neck, down to his chest, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in their wake.

“What do you say, baby?” you ask.

“Y-yes, god yes, p-please,” he chokes out, pupils blown wide.

“Please, what?” you lead, slowly grinding against his thigh.

“Please let me earn it. Please, P-Princess, let me be a good boy for you,” he groans. You ghost your fingers over his clothed cock and feel it twitch under your touch.

“So eager already, and for what?” you say smugly. You release his hands and climb off of his lap. “Pants. Off. Now,” you demand.

“Y-yes, Princess!” Denki scrambles to unbuckle the utility belt of his hero costume. There’s nothing deft about his movement, not an ounce of grace left in the man. He tosses his pants and belt on the chair across the room and sits as he was again.

“Good boy,” you coo. You find your place on his lap again and grind down. He hisses at the friction of your knee nudging his balls through his boxers as you move. Your lips part and a soft moan falls from them. Denki’s hands drift down to your hips, unconsciously guiding them as he stares at the wet patch forming on your panties. You tap his cheek lightly twice and stop moving.

“Up here, baby,” you say, guiding his hands to your chest. Greedily, he takes your breasts in his hands, massaging and playing with them as if he’s never gotten the chance to before. “Flex your thigh for me, won’t you? That’s a good boy,” you sigh, leaning forward and rocking your clit against your roommate. At any other time if he had you like this, he’d tease you for acting like a bitch in heat, making you edge for him. The thought of turning the tables on him is delicious. You suck a dark spot on his neck to bite back a groan that Denki can feel in his throat as you cum. He runs his fingers through your hair, the softness of his touch making you lean into his hands.

“I wanna see you do that again,” he whispers.

“I’m not here to care about what you want,” you murmur back sweetly. For the first time this afternoon, you glide your hand up and down his clothed shaft. His hips buck up, sending you closer to his face. You bump your head against his, and giggle.

“You okay, Princess?” He kisses your forehead.

“Mhm, I’m fine, don’t worry.” You give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Floor, please, baby,” you say, standing to let him follow your command. As he goes to sit on the floor you disappear from his view for a moment, only to return with your favourite toy. It’s thick, and a transparent yellow that reminds you of Kaminari’s electric hero persona. Your panties on the floor, your legs spread, and your roommate’s face the most delectable, deep shade of pink, you have everything where you want it.

Keeping your eyes locked onto Denki, you slide your hand between your open legs and rub your clit lightly once, twice, three times… You watch as his eyes follow your fingers. You slide your middle finger from the bottom of your slit to the top. Denki chokes on a groan seeing the string of your essence connecting your pussy to your finger when you pull away.

“Wanna touch, please, Princess. Can I taste? Y’look so delicious,” he begs.

“If you’re good and patient, baby,” you promise. You guide the dildo into yourself and bite your lip. Inch by agonizingly slow inch you take the toy up to the base. By the time you’re able to move it, your head’s thrown back and you’re only barely aware of Denki watching your every move with bated breath. Each time he goes to touch himself, he mentally swats away his own hand. Even when you’re in your own little world, he wants to be a good boy for you.

It’s not long until your second orgasm hits you. Your hips lift off of the couch and you whimper with a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The overstimulation of fucking yourself past your climax makes you mewl. Your eyes flutter open and you see Denki staring at you, jaw dropped. You run your thumb against your clit and groan. After all the hard work he puts in as a hero, you think he deserves a bit of a show.

“W-was so good, didn’t touch myself at all or nothing,” he pants. “Lemme taste you, please. I-I wanna taste you so bad, need it, please!” You nod. He scrambles to his feet and picks you up. “Wanna be comfy when I make you feel good,” he says, carrying you to his bedroom. He lays you down gingerly. “Can I take my clothes off?”

“Go ahead,” you affirm.

Within seconds Denki’s naked, lying on his stomach between your legs. With his tongue broad and flat, he licks a long stripe up your cunt. He moans into your skin.

“Taste so good, Princess. Better when you make me wait,” he mumbles. Another stroke of his tongue like the first, then a third before he delves into your hole. He brings his hand up around your thigh and flicks his thumb over your sensitive nub.

“F-fuck,” you whine. “S-such a good boy for me.” Denki whimpers at your praise, the vibrations going straight to your core. A loud moan escapes your lips. You lace your fingers in his hair and tug lightly. Hand firmly at the back of his head, you guide his lips to your clit. He seals them around it and sucks with a gentle hunger. His tongue flicks against you desperately.

“L-look at you, humping the mattress l-like a bitch in heat,” you tease, using his own words against him. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy?”

He nods into your sex, the extra friction making you choke out a sob. You feel yourself reaching the familiar precipice.

“C’mon baby, just a little more, just a -- j-just like that just like that!” you cry. Denki slides two large fingers into your velvet walls and curls them just right, the way that has you coming undone on him in seconds. He chokes out a sob as he cums, staining the sheets of his bed with white. He takes his time lazily cleaning up the evidence of your pleasure, peppering kisses along your thighs, to your hips, up your tummy, your chest, and finally ending with a tender kiss to your lips.

“Gonna have to wear that more often, sweetheart,” he murmurs, a grin plastered across his face. “I’ll be your good boy if you’ll be mine.”

“If I’ll be your what?” you ask, breathless. He places a sweet kiss on your nose.

“Just mine.”

[starcourtsteves]

show and tell

steve harrington x reader

summary: steve made skull rock famous, and he wants to show it off to you

warnings: 18+, nsfw, f!reader, heavy petting, making out, brief hand gag 👀, fingering (f receiving), fluff

Twigs snap under your feet, flipping back up to stab at your jeans as you trudge through the woods. Clambering over rocks and under logs would’ve normally been a shitty way to spend a Saturday evening, but not right now.

Not with Steve two steps ahead of you, turning to give a winning smile in the late golden sunlight.

“You keeping up, babe?”

“Right behind you,” you beam, breathing heavy but happy.

Steve doesn’t get lost a single time, striding through the woods like a man on a mission.

“Ah! Here we are,” he crows, pushing aside a final branch. He turns to you and bows dramatically, offering a hand to help you take the final step through the brush. “After you.”

And there it was. Skull Rock in all its glory. Weird, almost lifelike glory.

You giggle, leaning into Steve’s side. “It’s kinda creepy.”

“Oh it’s definitely creepy. But that’s why you’re not really supposed to pay attention to it.”

You cock your head in confusion but then catch a glimpse of his mischievous grin. You’d almost forgotten. With hands on your hips, you round in front of him.

“Steve Harrington,” you add shrill fake surprise to your voice for good measure, “did you bring me here to take advantage of me?”

He matches your steps to crowd into your space, sliding hands from around your waist down to your ass and murmuring his response on your lips. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

And you give him plenty. The kiss is easy, starting off as a few good pecks that get slower and sweeter as Steve pulls you close. Your hands find their favorite spots in his hair — at the nape of his neck and over his left ear — and the slight tugging makes him groan against your mouth.

He pulls back with a grin, brown eyes blinking slow and happy, but then you bump into the rock behind you and it lurches your hips forward into him.

Without missing a beat, he teases, “Oh, didn’t know that’s what you were in the mood for.”

“Steve!”

“Hey, you never know. Let's get up there, hm?”

Part of the rock formation was waist-high and Steve braces himself, helping you hop up and scoot back on the flat surface. He climbs up after you, already kissing down your cheek and neck as he gets settled.

His jacket is shucked off with a noisy swish and then he fans it out on the rock. You take the hint and lay back on it, wriggling to get comfortable.

Steve shifts to hover over you, mouth slightly agape as he gazes at you. It’s almost reverent, the way he slides a knee up between your legs and captures your mouth in another kiss. You drag his full weight down on top of you and his knee provides a delicious amount of friction for your hips to grind against.

His lips drag down your neck again, peppering and nibbling and drawing out all his favorite sounds that you make. You scratch down his shirt until you find what you’re looking for — the hem, that you quickly slip a hand under and scratch at his warm skin.

He chuckles into the crook of your neck, mirroring your move and sliding a hand under your shirt to grip at your ribs and bra. You’re not quite in the right position for him to deftly unhook it (one of his favorite moves), so he settles for ghosting his fingers back down to the waistline of your jeans.

The sensation is enough to make you gasp, and your gasp is enough to make Steve pause and lift up.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” Steve murmurs, his gaze flitting down and up your body. “Just thinking.” He pulls up further, smoothing the other hand down your side until it’s resting on the zipper of your jeans. “Whaddya say?”

Your chest floods with heat — Steve is always so fucking good with his hands, you clench your legs just thinking about it — and you look around bashfully.

“Is this...is here even a good spot? What if someone finds us?”

He nods, always quick to quell your fears. “No, no, it’s fine. No one’s out here. But if you don’t want me to—”

You grip his wrist, ignoring the growing cheeky smile on Steve’s lips. “No! I do, this is just...new. Out here.”

“Of course, I gotcha. I promise you’ll be safe.” He gives a more genuine grin, pressing a reassuring kiss to your side. “This won’t feel so bad, either,” he adds under his breath, making you giggle.

He undoes your jeans and pulls them down just a bit, then shifts back up so he’s laying beside you. You kiss him lovingly, the anticipation growing as he dawdles his hand over your panties to test the waters.

You sigh dreamily. He hums back.

Two deft fingers slip under the waistband and into your slick. You gasp, your mouth parting, letting Steve take advantage and bite your bottom lip. Your grip on his shirt tightens when he finds your clit with a steady rhythm.

A particularly loud whine escapes your lips and Steve shushes you while quietly laughing himself.

“Hey, shh, shh, can’t be that loud out here.” He clasps his hand over your mouth for good measure — and just in time, too.

He gently slides a finger into you and then another, crooking upward to rub in just the right spot. Your moans are muffled and you open your eyes long enough to see him drinking in the sight of your pleasure.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs. “Both hands?”

You nod and he squeezes your mouth for emphasis, noticing how you clench around him at the sensation.

“Good, good. I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

He returns to your clit and you keen, legs falling wider to chase the building sensation. The circles get tighter and your belly pools with heat and your breath gets shallower until it all breaks loose, the pleasure washing from your head to your toes.

Steve helps you ride through it and plants a big kiss on your mouth as you come down. “That’s my girl, hm?”

“That was so good,” you pant, turning his hand to kiss the knuckles that had kept your mouth shut.

The two of you get cleaned up — not without Steve sucking his fingers clean and winking at you — and shrug back on your clothes. The evening birds whistle away in the forest while the last tendrils of sunlight curl around the trees.

“Not so bad for your first trip to Skull Rock,” Steve chirps, tugging you close to slip a hand in your back pocket as the two of you walk back out of the woods.

[h03-ington]

Hiii could I request an Aaron Taylor-Johnson x chubby male reader? Aaron and MR were trying to keep their relationship secret cuz MR feels insecure about himself but the paparazzi find out and start shaming MR. Leads to very fluffy romantic and passionate smut at the end? With Top Aaron and Bottom MR. Thanks sm <33333

hii! here it is, sorry for taking so long, just wanted to make sure i wrote the smut well and didn't make the whole thing too short, enjoy my luvs :)

warnings: slight body shaming, smut

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both you and aaron were dreading this night. it was the avengers premiere, and aaron obviously had to go.

because you weren't ready to go public about your relationship, you avoided public appearances, which meant aaron had to go alone.

"why can't i just stay home with you?" aaron asked

you sigh. "i wish you could.. but it's your movie, i mean, you gotta go."

"you sure you don't wanna come with me?"

"yeah... i wish i could, really, but you never know what they might say about us, what it could happen to your career, it's not that easy.. it's all because of me, i'm sorry."

"hey, hey it's not because of you. the whole industry is full of bad people who do bad things.. i just wish we could go out, have our own little dates everywhere we want, be like a normal couple without the media out to get us with our every move.."

"me too.. one day."

"yeah. one day."

you put your arms around aaron's neck and pecked his lips softly, then you both smiled at each other.

"i'll miss your pretty face"

then you heard aaron's phone ringing.

"it's my manager?" aaron said in a questioning tone

he answered his phone.

"hi. yeah, i'm gonna start getting ready in a bit."

aaron then furrowed his eyebrows.

"wait what?"

"how?"

"really?"

"but i thought-"

...

"fuck. okay, bye"

aaron then hung up the phone, and looked at you, speechless.

- what happened?

- aaron?

- what's wrong??

- they know M/N..

- what?? they- how???

- like i said, out to get us with our every move..

- so? what now?? you still going?

- no. they told me it would be complete chaos if i would, surrounded by paparazzi asking questions the media can use against me. i'm staying with you. he smiles cutely.

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it was about half an hour later, you were browsing movies for you and aaron to watch on your television. aaron had the snacks ready, you just had to pick. but you suddenly pressed the wrong button, switching to the news.

- tonight on entertainment weekly: famous marvel actor aaron taylor johson EXPOSED! the new actor was photographed with his new.. boyfriend.. and twitter is freaking out! here's what people are saying:

"since when is ATJ into fat gays?"

"why does atj's bf look like THAT"

"damn atj that's the best you could do?"

these comments destroyed you.

they're right, i don't deserve him, why is he even with me?

then you felt aaron rub your shoulder comfortingly after the tv had turned off.

"hey hey hey. don't listen to them, okay? they're just people with sad lives"

"but it's true what they're saying. be honest." you said blankly.

aaron sighed. "okay, M/N look at me." , he then grabbed your chin and turned it so you were looking at him.

"you are an amazing person. inside and out. you don't know how happy you make me every time i see you. i love you so much. i love everything on you. your body, your beautiful face, your personality, your kindness, you're just perfect.

"what about them? those other people.. they judge and judge and they never stop"

"fuck those other people! y'know, no matter what you do, the world will always complain and judge you. so it's better to do your thing in life, and not care what others say and think of you. it doesn't matter at all. you need to realize how amazing you are, M/N."

you took a deep breath, and laid your head on aaron's shoulder.

"what would i do without you?" you chuckled

"beats me" aaron giggles

you lift your head off his shoulder, then you both share a look, filled with love for one another, hope, and lust.

you then press your lips against aaron's.

you parted your lips for his tongue to enter, and fought with your tongues for dominance, him winning, as always.

the kiss was passionte, just what you both needed. you whined softly, which drove aaron crazy, making him pull away from the kiss, taking your shirt off, giving you light kisses along your body, starting from the neck down to your waist, making you moan softly.

"god, you're so beautiful."

you pull his head back up, making out with him, gripping his hair tightly.

"giddy up baby." he smiles and picks you up, holding your legs at his sides, still kissing you.

you reach your bedroom, where he drops you on the bed, taking your pants off, kissing your waist softly, looking up at you sweetly for permission. you nod and smile.

he takes your boxers off, and starts rubbing your right thigh, kissing the left one, then he switches. "fuck aaron. just like that" you moan

you love this side of aaron. gentle, sweet, loving, everything you could've wished for right now.

"i got an idea."

you chuckle "what idea?"

"69?" aaron smirks

"fuck yeah!" you laugh

you got off the bed, letting aaron lay down on his back. then you sat on his face, and bent towards his crotch, where he still had his clothes on. you could already see the tent in his pants.

he started licking around your aching hole, as you started taking off his sweatpants and boxers altogether, revealing his huge member, already leaking precum from the stimulation

"fuck i love this cock" you moan

"fuck i love this ass" aaron inserts his tongue deep in your ass, and slaps your ass hard,

"FUCK!"

you lick the tip of his rock hard cock, and start sucking it aggresively, ignoring your gagging

"fuuuck" aaron moans and slaps your ass again.

"AH! YES"

your spit was everywhere on his cock, and you could feel it throbbing, ready to release. you stop and aaron then switches your positions, so you where lying on your back, with your legs on aaron's shoulders. he reaches to open a drawer, putting a condom on.

"you ready for me baby?" aaron asks

"yes aaron, please." you look at him pleadingly.

you feel his dick enter your hole, and he doesn't move much just yet, to let you get used to him. while you wait, he leans down and kisses you slowly and passionately, as you put your hands behind his head, gripping his hair lightly.

"i'm ready aaron" you said in between the kisses.

aaron thrusts into you, slowly, each thrust filled with pleasure for the both of you. he knows your body.

"a-aaron" you moan, in between the on going makeout session

"moan for me baby. you're so fucking hot."

you whimper in response.

he pulls away from the kiss, and presses his forehead against yours, looking deep in your lust-filled eyes. you were moaning together, maintaing eye contact for a while, but you were enjoying every single second.

aaron also moved his hand to your cock, stroking it in sync with his thrusts.

"mmm! fuck me aaron!"

he keeps stroking and thrusting in you, and goes back to kissing you, your tongues dancing together. you couldn't help but leave scratch marks his back from all of the pleasure you were experiencing.

"i'm gonna cum baby." he breathed out.

"cum in me. please!"

he speeds his thrusts up a bit, and you kiss his neck, leaving little marks.

"FUCK M/N! SHIT SHIT!"

you could feel his cock explode and throb intensely inside you.

he leans down to kiss you and down your body, then strokes your cock intensely.

"cum for me baby." he looks up at you, smirking

this feeling was amazing. aaron looked so hot stroking you, you felt like heaven

"fuc- ah! shit!!" you shoot out your load everywhere on aaron's face.

seeing the mess on his face turned you on even more.

aaron then rests his head on your stomach for a bit, to catch your breaths.

"fuck that was so good" aaron breathes out.

"yeah."

"you look hot with my cum on your face, y'know" you chuckle.

"i should wear it more often then!"

you both laugh.

...

"i love you."

"i love you too."

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did i use too much dialogue and oohs and ahhs in the smut LOL sorrey x

[ragingbookdragon]

You Light The Spark In My Bonfire Heart

Kyle Rayner x Batbro One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I HAVEN'T HAD ANY WIFI ALL DAY BUT NOW I DO AND this is my new obsession and pair and you can tear it from my cold dead hands. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Kyle had an easy morning routine: get up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, workout, shower, drink protein shake, and draw. It was simple and effective, and helped him maintain a sense of normalcy that he didn’t always have when he was up in space. He typically started out with sketching small things, mostly faces and limbs from memory, the occasional suit redesign, then he’d get into the bigger works, drawing comic panels and the commissions he had. And while Kyle loved to be up in space, to be a Green Lantern, drawing felt like coming home to him, like it was the natural state. That being said, he didn’t love being interrupted when he was in the middle of something important—it was bad for the groove.

***

As the second round of knocking sounded on his door, Kyle grunted and stood from his desk, padding through the hallway to his front door; he flicked the lock and pulled open the door, surprise etching across his face when he saw the eldest Wayne leaning against the door frame—rather cockily, Kyle added, because the soldier’s arm was propped on the frame, the other stuck in the side-pocket of his dark tactical bomber jacket.

“Good morning, Kyle,” he greeted with a smirk. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

The Lantern blinked, shaking his head. “Uh, no, you’re not, (Y/N).” he looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Had some business to take care of for my dad, and since I was in the area, I figured I’d drop by and see if you wanted to get some lunch with me.”

Kyle took a moment to lean out the doorway slightly, looking down the stretched hallway. “How’d you know where I live?”

“Please, a magician never reveals his secrets,” he deflected coolly, gazing at Kyle. “What do you say? Wanna get some lunch? I know a really good sports bar that serves great food.”

He looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. “Yeah. Let me go get dressed.”

The soldier merely winked in return and with fumbling hands, Kyle managed to shut the door before his cheeks burst into flames, hurrying back to his bedroom to pull together an outfit that would impress the man.

***

Kyle almost dropped to his knees when he saw the car parked outside his apartment building, and (Y/N) knew it too, because he chirped, “Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

He nodded dumbly. “Is this a McLaren 720S?”

“Mhm.” He opened the doors and slid into the driver’s seat, looking through the passenger door. “Coming?”

“Am I ever,” Kyle breathed, climbing into the seat, immediately running his hands along the dashboard and seat. “I’m in love.”

“Wait till you hear her purr,” (Y/N) said, closing the doors, and pushing the ignition. The sports car roared to life and he grinned at the way Kyle’s face melted. “Yeah, she’s a beauty.” He put the car in drive and looked through the side mirror, then pulled out onto the street.

“Is this one of your dad’s cars?”

“Nah, I bought this for myself a couple months ago.” He pulled the sunglasses from his t-shirt and put them on. “This and an Audi TT.”

Kyle huffed a laugh. “Jesus, you billionaires live it up, don’t you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Hey, I live life in the fast lane. Might as well drive in it too.” He pushed a button on the touch screen and music filtered through the speakers, and Kyle’s face pinched in confusion. “What?”

“This isn’t—James Blunt isn’t the music I figured you’d play.”

“What’d you think I’d be listening too? Rock?” he chuckled, turning the volume down a bit. “Don’t get me wrong, I listen to all kinds of rock music, but I figured you’d want something easy rather than head-bang your brains out rock.” (Y/N) stopped at a red light and glanced over. “You can look through the artists on my phone if you want.”

Kyle shook his head, relaxing into the seat as the melody flowed through him. “No, I like this artist.” The soldier merely smiled in return, pressing the gas pedal again, and Kyle suddenly remembered something. “Speaking of artist, I saw the canvas in your bedroom the other day. Do you draw?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Not like you. It’s more of a pastime than a lifestyle.”

“You’re good at it. You’re painting your family in their suits. Details and designs included.” The artist regarded him with impression. “That takes skill.”

“I’d like to think I just have a steady hand and a lot of patience for stressful tasks.” (Y/N) turned the wheel, coming up behind a line of cars. “It’s an easy way for me to relax and mentally run through past events.”

“Like what?” Kyle questioned curiously.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, but not in a loathing way, more of a thoughtful one. “Missions, conversations, things I could’ve done differently, things I will do differently.” He shrugged again. “Painting for me is just a time when I think about everything and nothing.”

“Well, you’re great at it, (Y/N).”

He snorted. “It’s just a bunch of paintings of my family and friends and military shit.”

Kyle blinked and leaned over. “Wait, is that painting in the den—”

“The one of the F-18 Super Hornet?”

“Yeah. You painted that?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. I got Hal Jordan to take me up in one a few years ago and decided to commemorate the trip.”

“Wow,” the Lantern breathed. “I stared at that canvas for at least an hour the first time I saw it. I was just so blown away by how amazing it was.” He chuckled and shook his head. “And to find out, you drew it and not some world-famous painter.”

“Hey, I could be world famous if I wanted.” (Y/N) shot back, turning onto a less busy backstreet. “I just choose to retain my talents for family and friends.”

“Because of your job?”

“That too.” He agreed. “My squad and I take careful precautions to avoid our faces being seen during any missions for the safety of our families.” His face turned as solemn as his voice. “We do what we do to make the world safer. To keep our families and friends safe. It’s imperative that we’re not seen.”

Kyle cocked a brow. “But you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?”

“I am,” he nodded. “But I’m not as…out as the rest of my siblings. You’d be able to recognize them from press photos, but me not so much.” (Y/N) pulled into a parking spot outside the bar. “People only recognize me when they see the name on the credit cards. And I prefer to keep it that way.” A goofy smile crossed his lips. “The high life isn’t for me.”

“Says the man that drives a 710 horsepower sports car.” Kyle shot back with a grin of his own and (Y/N) stuck his tongue out as he turned the car off and opened the doors.

“Okay, I’m not actively in the high life but that doesn’t mean I don’t like luxury.” He closed the car doors and opened the front door to the bar for Kyle. “After you.”

“Thank you.” He replied, and walked inside, only stopping to turn and ask, “Do you want to sit at the bar or a table?”

(Y/N) tipped his head to the side. “I’m down with both, but I like the bar more.”

“Bar it is,” Kyle said and slid into one of the chairs, (Y/N) the other, and an older man wandered over.

“Well, I’ll be damned, is that (Y/N) Wayne I see?”

He turned, expression morphing into joy as he reached out and shook the older man’s hand. “Jack, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you son. How’ve you been?”

“Ah, you know me, sir. Nothin’ changing but the weather.”

Jack snorted. “And the desert where you dig sand outta your ass.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Damn straight.” He looked at Kyle. “Kyle, I’d like you to meet Jack Dagher. He’s an old CO of mine.”

Kyle shook the man’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“It’s all mine,” Jack replied. “It’s been a while since (Y/N) brought anybody here.”

At that, Kyle turned to the soldier who was busy looking anywhere but his face. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. Sonovabitch doesn’t bring his dates here unless he really likes ‘em.”

(Y/N) coughed, glaring at the man. “Alright, we get it. Aren’t you supposed to be taking orders?”

Jack gave him a smug look in return. “What can I get you boys to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer,” Kyle said, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“No shit, kid. What kind?”

(Y/N) snickered as Kyle flushed. “Uh, a Heineken.”

Jack sighed. “And he had such potential. (Y/N)?”

“Gimme a strawberry daiquiri then water after.”

“Still ordering fruity drinks, huh?”

“Hey, they get you drunk faster than horse piss does, you old fart.” He shot back and the old man chuckled.

“Touché.” He slapped the bar. “I’ll bring those to you with an order of chili fries.”

“Thanks Jack,” (Y/N) smiled, watching the man walk off before turning to Kyle who was watching one of the baseball games. “You like sports?”

He tipped his head side to side. “I don’t not like them. I was never a sporty kid in school, but I like watching them.” He looked at the solider. “What were you like in school? Jock or prep?”

“Probably a bit of both,” he answered. “I played sports and had the highest grades.” Shrugging, he added, “And being a Wayne boosted me into the top tier of schools, so, there’s that. To be honest, I think all of us Wayne kids were and are a mixture of every stereotypical category.”

“I can see that,” Kyle laughed. “Especially with Jason and Dick.”

“Shit, I was talking about Timmy.” (Y/N) said. “That kid’s a grade A nerd.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

The two of them laughed and a woman placed their drinks in front of them, both giving their thanks as they took sips.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”

“My muscles are one hundred percent real. Especially my abs. Which you’re allowed to feel on in envy if you want.”

Kyle snorted into his beer, wiping his mouth. “No!” a few more chuckles passed his lips as he wiped the bar. “Are you…you know…?”

“A Leo?” (Y/N) offered with a smile, but his eyes told Kyle he knew exactly what the Lantern was asking, and he said, “I like the liquor, but I don’t care what label it has on it.”

The other man smiled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“But if you want the technical term, I am pansexual.” He regarded Kyle a moment. “You?”

“Bisexual.”

His lips pulled in an impressed fashion. “Pretty fly for a bi guy.”

Kyle gaped at him for a moment, then shoved (Y/N) in the side as he buried his face in his arms and laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

“Ah thank you,” he grinned. “I get it from my old man.”

“You,” he cut himself off with a cackle. “do not get that from him.”

“Look, you know the big man in the suit. You don’t know the complete goober we live with,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling at the waitress who placed menus in front of them; he picked his up and flipped through it.

“What do you recommend?”

“Hmm…anything with bacon on it.” He showed the menu. “If you like salads, get the steak and blue cheese one, it’s fantastic. Or if you’re more into tacos, they’ve got these awesome shrimp carnitas with chili peppers.”

Kyle’s brows furrowed as he looked the menu over. “What are you gonna get?”

“My usual. Tomahawk steak with garlic butter and mashed potatoes.” (Y/N) groaned and rested his head back. “I haven’t had a good steak in months, and I can just taste it already.”

“So, you’re a meat and potatoes kind of man?”

He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. “Unlike the cup noodle and Hawaiian roll man beside me.”

“Ouch. Hit me where it hurts.”

“C’mon Kyle, hit me with your best shot.”

“Better watch it, (Y/N),” he grinned. “You might be the next notch in my pencil case.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

***

“Holy crap,” Kyle breathed, hands resting lightly on his stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

(Y/N) moaned. “Stick a fork in me. I’m done.”

“Done?” their waitress laughed. “You haven’t even finished your desserts yet!”

“Oh God, don’t make me,” the Lantern whined. “I’ll explode.” He looked over. “(Y/N), take one for the team.”

“Pass,” he replied. “I think I’ve gained ten pounds just looking at the rest of the cheesecake.”

The woman laughed. “I’ll wrap the leftovers for you boys.” She wandered off, leaving them alone, and a blaring ringtone filled the space between.

(Y/N) jumped a little, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind if I get this really quick?”

Kyle shook his head. “Go ahead.”

He slid his thumb along the bottom and rested the phone on the bar. “This is Wayne.”

Captain! Finally. I’ve been texting you all afternoon.

“I know,” he snorted. “I’ve been ignoring it.”

Yeah well, the longer you ignore me the slower it takes for the radar dish to get replaced.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you’d procured one.”

I did. Then the buyer told me I wasn’t registered for official military hardware.

He frowned. “That’s odd. You did contact Thomas, right?”

Yeah. Beady eyed looking motherfucker who serves on the George Washington, right?

“That’s him.” (Y/N) hummed. “Tell you what, I’ll call him later this evening and get it all sorted out, yeah?”

Sounds good. Hey, did you take that guy out yet? Your little brother won’t stop texting me about some twinkie you’re into.”

(Y/N) froze as he felt Kyle’s eyes drilling into the side of his head and he stuttered, “Uh, Nadeen, now’s not the best time.”

What do you mean best—oh…ohhhhhh. I, uh, I gotta go, Captain.

“Yep. Bye.” He locked the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, refusing to meet Kyle’s eyes. “So…you catch the baseball game?”

“Which one of your brother’s thinks I’m a twink?” Kyle asked. “Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Jason, isn’t it?” he grunted in his throat, deadpanning, “I can’t believe my best friend thinks I’m a twink.”

“It’s Dick, actually.” (Y/N) grinned, turning to face him and he reached over, pinching Kyle’s cheek. “It’s just ‘cause you’re so cute and perky.”

The Lantern merely glared at him, griping, “I’m not as strong as you, put I can punch pretty hard.”

“Ooo, those are fighting words,” he shot back with a smirk, letting Kyle go. “Careful, I’m ticklish.”

“I feel like I’m talking to Hal.”

(Y/N) whined, all but collapsing onto Kyle who started snickering. “I’ve just been murdered.” He buried his face in Kyle’s shoulder. “Can’t believe I was just compared to Highball. The world must be coming to an end.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby. You’re not dying.”

“I am!” he turned his head, gazing at Kyle. “You’ll have to carry me to safety.”

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I did not say that.”

“You did, but in more words.”

“Alright, now I’m talking to Guy.”

“THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE!”

***

He leaned against the door frame as Kyle unlocked his front door and pushed it open, turning to look at him. “I had a lot of fun today, (Y/N).” he murmured. “Thanks.”

Winking, he replied, “I’m glad you did. I’d like to do it again soon if you want.���

Kyle nodded. “I’d like that.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and (Y/N) smiled, patting the door frame. “Well, I’d better be heading out. Have to get home in time for dinner.” He paused, giving the man a warm look. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Kyle.”

He’d not gotten two feet from the door when Kyle’s hand wrapped around his wrist. “Wait.” He turned and the Lantern leaned forward, pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek. “Be careful on your way back.”

“I will,” he murmured, watching Kyle wave and disappear into his apartment, the door shutting behind him.

[missymurphy1985]

The Premiere

The Premiere of Peaky Blinders, Series 6. You've had a secret lust for your co-star for the last 10 years, would this be your last chance to finally get your way with him?

This was a request from @noctvrnalmoth

Taglist - @queenshelby @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @margoo0 @being-worthy @janelongxox

Lights flashing, cameras clicking, paparazzi calling your name left right and centre... God you hated premieres. But you plastered your game face on and gave the what they wanted like the good little actress you were. Series 6 of Peaky Blinders was premiering in Broad Street, Birmingham, appropriate as the series was based in the city - it felt right that that's where the final premiere should be.

You heard the crowd of fans behind you suddenly go wild as a car pulled up to the red carpet and the man himself stepped out of it. Your breath caught in your throat as you suddenly remembered the cameras were on you, and you quickly switched your game face back on. You couldn't hide the cheesy grin though, as Cillian Murphy stood smiling for the cameras. He made his way to the group of fans be happily signed a few autographs and took a few selfies with them. Thanking each of them for coming out, he waved and made his way over to you.

"Hey Ada," he smiled in his Brummie accent, knowing it made you laugh when he called you by your character's name.

"Tommy Shelby has arrived I see, did you leave Cillian in the hotel room?" He snaked an arm over your shoulder and you posed for more pictures together. Rumours had abounded for the last ten years of a romance behind the scenes between you, but none of them were true. You were good friends, that was all, no matter how much more you wanted.

"He was cramping my style Ada, can't have that at a premiere can we?" You giggled as he squeezed your shoulder, before reverting back to his Irish accent. "Reckon they've got enough photos, it's fucking brass knuckles out here!" He led you both into the hall where a waiter stood with a tray of champagne glasses. He took two and handed one to you. Clinking your glasses together in a toast.

"Here's to the end," he smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"It's been one hell of a ride though Cill, we've had a blast haven't we?"

"That we have y/n, that we have. Let's go cringe watching ourselves on camera, yeah?"

"Let the clenching begin!" You linked an arm with his and made your way into the auditorium together to the waiting interviewers.

Sitting on a chair each, the two of you glanced at each other and smiled. Both of you hated these promo interviews at premieres but at least you were doing this one together. Answering the questions as professionally as possible, the interviewer suddenly changed the topic to a more, personal, one.

"You must have seen the rumours flying around about the two of you in recent years?"

Cillian shrugged as you tried to hide your blush with a hand, pretending to laugh.

"There will always be rumours like that when co-stars of the opposite sex have chemistry onscreen - we've learned to let it go." Cillian always had an answer for it.

"It's a weird one though, I mean, I play his sister, you'd think the rumours would be about you and Tash, or Annabelle!" You smiled, your eyes meeting Cillian's. Did he just glance down at your cleavage?

"Tumblr has gone WILD about the two of you, fan made stories about you making out in secret onset, sneaking off together? Clear it up for us now - is there any truth to them?" The interviewer probed, hoping for some kind of sexy exclusive. Cillian's famous eyebrow raise quickly followed.

"If there was, we wouldn't admit it would we? The whole point of 'sneaking around' would mean it was a secret, wouldn't it? Be pointless to ruin the illusion now.." he smirked. The interviewer was stunned. So were you - you'd never done anything of the sort.. what was he doing? The papers would go wild with this tomorrow! You hid your face in your hands and snorted. He wasn't having the upper hand in this.

"He wouldn't stand a chance anyway." You smirked.

"Is that so y/n?" He turned to look at you. "These blue eyes didn't make you weak at the knees when we were filming? The strong jawline not having the Tommy Shelby effect?" Those blue eyes were staring you down now, you had no words. Just then the bell rang to signal the end of interviews - the premiere of the new series was about to begin in the auditorium. The interviewer was still slightly agog - what exactly had he just witnessed here?

"That was amazing wasn't it? They did an incredible job editing it all, just brilliant!" You gushed as you and Natasha left the auditorium.

"Not bad at all!! I'm gutted we won't be filming together again though y/n.." she hugged you tight. "And I'm sure Cillian will miss you too." She smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh god don't you start, those rumours have been plaguing me for years!! We're just friends Tash!" She nodded, still smirking, and glanced behind you, seeing Cillian making his way over.

"I'll see you at the party, yeah?" She made her way to the casino next door where the after-party was being held.

Two strong hands clipped your waistline making you jump, nearly spilling your champagne.

"Too easy y/n," Cillian chuckled.

"Asshole," you laughed, slapping his arm playfully. He smiled and, arm over your shoulder again, he walked with you to the casino.

"I'm not staying long y/n, so I'll say it now yeah?" He ordered the two of you a drink at the bar and turned to face you. The loud music drowning out most of the noise. You couldn't hear him very well.

"What?"

"I said, I'm not staying long y/n! I need to tell you something." Louder now, bending down to talk into your ear. Your drinks arrived and you made your way to a slightly quieter corner.

"Should I be worried Cill?"

"Maybe.." your breath caught again. "See, you know those rumours? The ones about us basically fucking behind the scenes?" Your cheeks burned.

"Oh those? Um.. yeah.. what about them?" He cleared his throat, bending to whisper loudly in your ear.

"Didn't you ever wish they were true?" You pulled back. The fuck did he just say?

"What?!" You nearly dropped your drink from the sudden movement.

"Just once, didn't you ever just wonder what could've happened?" His blue eyes so dark, looking right into yours.

"Listen, I'm not asking for a relationship, god knows neither of us need that right now, but this is the last time I'm gonna get this opportunity before we part ways for good. Meet me on floor 7 in 15 minutes. Room 712. If you don't come, I'll know the answer. If you do... Well..." He squeezed your hip, downed his drink and walked away. You stood in shock for a minute, collecting your thoughts. Okay, so he was right about one thing - neither of you were interested in a relationship. This would be a one time thing, no strings attached, which suited you down to the ground.. yes you found him impossibly attractive, but you both just came out of very high profile serious relationships... Maybe a quick fling wasn't such a bad idea? Get it out your systems, move on... You downed your own drink and left the party. What room was it again....

Room 712. The door was slightly ajar. You checked your watch - 18 minutes. You knew he was a stickler for timekeeping but you couldn't resist being a little late. Without knocking, you pushed the door open to find an empty room. Shit... Being late wasn't such a good idea now... Quickly scanning the room, you saw the ensuite door emitting steam from it. He's in the shower... This could work... Opening the door you saw his outline through the shower door, rinsing his hair under the hot water. You quickly slipped your dress to the floor, along with your underwear, and slowly eased yourself into the shower with him, quietly. You snaked your hands over his firm waist and he jumped, turning to face you, wiping water and soap out of his eyes.

"Too easy, Cill." He composed himself and smiled.

"So you did come then?"

"Well, not yet, but I'm hoping you could help with that?" You smirked, and looked down to see his erection already forming.

"Wanna let me get out first?"

"Nope, no need. There's plenty of room in here..." You sank to your knees and took him into your mouth.

"Ah... Fuck me..." He gasped as you sucked him to full erection.

"Now now, Mr Murphy, we'll get to that part soon enough..." Taking him back in, your tongue swirling around the tip, teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock. Sinking his head down, and backing into the shower wall, allowing the water to cascade over your back, he watched as you expertly sucked him, groaning into his shaft and cupping his balls lightly, giving them a sharp tug now and again. He couldn't take much more and lifted you to your feet.

"I'm not finishing in your mouth y/n.. I have a much better destination for it..." He knew you were on birth control, you'd spoken about it before when you were both going through yours respective breakups. Both of you also getting your checks done after your partners had cheated on you. All clean and ready to go.

Moving you against the wall of the shower, he angled the water away slightly, pressing his lips to yours. Snaking a hand down between your legs he was impressed to find you already wet for him. Smiling against your lips, he slowly inserted a finger deep inside, causing your hips to buck against him.

"Yes... Cillian yes..." Pushing a second finger in, he tipped them up and towards him slightly, catching hold of that sweet spot inside. You jumped again.

"Too easy y/n..." You couldn't help your hips rocking against his fingers, groaning deeply as he fucked you with them, picking up the pace. Your orgasm built quickly and he felt your walls clenching, but he quickly removed them and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, he pushed his hard length into you. Your mouth opened wide with a loud groan as it hit that magical spot on the first thrust, and you screamed his name as your orgasm finally hit, Cillian pounding into you as you called his name. You just prayed the room next door was empty...

He tangled his hands into your hair as he continued thrusting up into you, your nails were clawing his shoulders as you moaned loudly - a second release quickly building.

"Need to move, my legs are killing me!" He groaned into your neck, and begrudgingly lifted you off him, keeping your legs round his waist as he turned the shower off and carried you into the main room. Sitting in the chair, he sat you back on his lap, a leg either side of him

"Want me to ride you Cill?" He nodded as you ground your hips against him, not taking him inside you just yet. If this was the only chance you had to do this, you were making it last as long as possible.

"Fuck.. don't tease me y/n..."

"Want me to ride that big cock of yours Cillian? Bounce up and down, back and forth, round and round.." your hips mimicking your words making him gasp. Your mouth teasing his now, tongue tracing his lips. He kept moving to kiss you fully but you kept pulling back.

"Jesus y/n..." You sank down onto him, taking him inside you. Riding him hard, your second orgasm burning inside desperate for release. He pushed you back slightly and moved your fingers down to your own clit. "Rub it... Wanna watch you..." You happily complied, head thrown back in pure ecstacy as you rode both him and your fingers to your orgasm. Shuddering with the release, feeling your juices coat him, he picked you up again and lay you down on the double bed, relentlessly pounding into you now while you clutched at his back, nails surely drawing blood now. He was like a man possessed, harder than he'd ever been before.

"That's it... That's it... Fuck... Cillian!" You were screaming his name as he grunted against your neck.

"Gonna cum y/n... Fuck..." With a loud groan followed by your name he came hard, filling you completely as a third orgasm took you along with him. Pulling out slowly, catching his breath, he remained on top of you.

"My shoulders are fucking shredded y/n..." He laughed, feeling the sting from where your nails had scratched him.

"Sorry... You were just too good..." You breathed, still coming down from your high. He rolled onto his back and pulled you into his arms. You lay there silently for a while, playing with his chest hair.

"That was worth the wait.." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. All you could do was nod, words suddenly becoming impossible. You'd never been fucked that good before in your life.

"Let's make a deal," he tilted your face up to look at him, gently leaning down to kiss your lips. "If we work together again in the future, and we're both single, we do this again. What do you say?" You smiled. You were worried for a second he was going to profess his undying love for you - definitely not what you wanted from this.

"Deal. Hey, there might be a role for me in the movie yet," you winked, biting your lip. He smirked down at you and rested his head back on the pillow.

"Can't wait." You sat up to get ready to leave, you both knew you couldn't stay. One of you had to go back to the party so as not to arouse too much suspicion.

"This was fun, right? And we're okay?"

"Yes, and yes. All good. Stay in touch? No matter what?" He watched you get dressed and fix your hair, reapplying your lipstick.

"Definitely." You leaned over him to steal a final kiss, and headed out the door smiling, both of you silently praying Ada had a place in the movie, and vowing to remain single for the foreseeable future.