#mitch keller smut

[dameronscopilot]

Asking Mitch Keller about his bullriding days turns into either him giving you a cock riding lesson or you showing him how good at it you are already

(i love the way you think, nonnie)

Just Like That

Mitch Keller x f!reader

Summary: One thing leads to another during a conversation about Mitch's days on the circuit, and you find yourself straddling his lap as the ex-bull rider gives you the ride of your life.

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, dry humping, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, size kink, cockwarming, praise kink

“Honey, no offense, but you’d get bucked right off.”

You cross your arms with a huff, and Mitch chuckles, mustache twitching as the corners of his lips curve upward in amusement.

Ever since you secured the weekly Sunday night performance spot at Bred 2 Buck—in which you regularly play a laid back acoustic set for the tail end of the weekend’s mellow crowd—you’ve fallen into a quick and easy friendship with the bar’s owner, Mitch Keller. 

Following your set this evening, you had found yourself seated at the bar counter, absorbed in conversation with him about his famed bull riding days. And though you’d brought up the topic at hand partially because you were incredibly curious about his time on the circuit, you also did it for a much more self-serving reason: it gave you the opportunity to experience the way his blue eyes lit up with fondness upon recalling the memories, a boyish grin that left your heart fluttering in your chest tracking its way across his face.

When last call rolled around, your discussion was far from over, as you found yourself hanging on to Mitch’s every word (and each movement of his lips, if you were being honest) as he regaled a particularly harrowing rodeo story. And thus he’d invited you back to his place for the first time, which is how you now find yourself seated in his living room, arguing over your own potential merits as a bull rider.

“I feel like I’d last for a couple of seconds at least,” you protest. “I rode a mechanical bull once.”

“That…definitely ain’t the same thing,” he replies, running a hand over his beard.

Mitch raises an eyebrow when you stand up and stride over to where he’s seated on the couch, reaching out and plucking his hat off of his head, tossing it onto the coffee table behind you.

“Show me what it’s like, then.”

Hoping like hell you haven’t been misreading whatever’s been quietly simmering between the two of you for weeks on end, you climb into Mitch’s lap and straddle his thighs, letting your knees press down into the couch cushion as the skirt of your dress rides upward.

He goes still, clearly not having anticipated this particular turn of events, and his gaze bores into yours for a moment as he waits to see if you’re serious.

When you wiggle for emphasis, he darts his tongue out of his mouth, running it over his teeth as he grins, looking down and shaking his head. “You sure? Think I might be a little out of practice, darlin’. Wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

You catch the double meaning of his words, and some small part of you preens upon receiving this knowledge—the fact that, although many of the women that waltz into that bar do so with sultry hopes of going home with its handsome owner (something you quickly learned once you started playing there), success clearly hasn’t been on their side.

“Well let’s get you back in the saddle then, cowboy,” you smirk, toying with a lock of hair that’s come loose and fallen across his forehead. 

Bringing his large hands up to tentatively rest across the tops of your thighs, he tilts his head to the side, appraising you. “You got that backwards, ‘cause you’re the one in the saddle tonight.”

He rocks his hips upward just enough to throw you off balance, amusement rumbling in his chest when you pitch forward slightly. 

As you wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to regain your balance, he tuts, “One hand. And it should be down here.”

Mitch takes one of your hands and places it over his belt, encouraging you to wrap your fingers around the leather. Remembering what constitutes a typical bull rider pose, you raise your left hand and let it hover in the air.

“Like this?”

The tone of his voice drips down your spine like molasses when he drawls, “Yeah, honey. Just like that.”

With his palms face down on either side of him, Mitch leans back and spreads his thighs slightly wider underneath you before he begins to roll his hips once more. His steady gaze remains focused on yours, watching the way you continuously fall out of sync with his movements.

“Move with me,” he instructs.

You heed his words, and as he begins to increase his pace, you fall into a smooth rhythm rocking in the cradle of his hips. But your focus begins to wane as you feel the evidence of his growing erection, the denim of his jeans pressing firmly into the sheer tights covering the wet warmth at the apex of your thighs with each and every thrust.

When Mitch ruts upward particularly hard, an involuntary gasp leaves your lips at the pleasure that rockets down your spine. Unable to stop yourself, you tug hard on his belt as you grind back down against his cock.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, starting to lose his composure.

Bringing his hands up to grasp your hips, he holds you tightly in place as he repeats his last movement, his heated gaze locked on your own. You thread your free hand into his hair, relishing the softness of his long locks for a moment before tugging his head backward as you take your turn chasing the friction of his shaft against your mound.

His mouth falls open slightly when do you so, and between one breath and the next, Mitch’s hands are cupping your face as he surges forward, lips seeking yours out in a hungry, belated kiss. The ache between your thighs begins to throb as his plush lips slide against yours, one hand sliding down to curl around the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your exposed collar bone. 

You let your jaw relax for Mitch when his tongue flirts with the seam of your lips, deepening the kiss, and at the feeling of his hand trailing down to stake claim over your lower back just above the swell of your ass, you desperately arch your body into him. 

“Mitch,” you whimper, panting as he nips at your bottom lip.

“What do you want, honey?” he asks calmly, as if he’s entirely unaware of the way your slick arousal has begun to seep through your underwear, leaving a damp mark where you’ve frantically been rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans.

Fingers skating across his belt buckle, you cup his shaft and squeeze. “I want you to fuck me while you’re showing me how to ride you.”

Mitch smirks, pushing up the skirt of your dress and letting both of his hands encircle the bend between your hips and your thighs, thumbs teasing where your stockings are now sopping wet. He groans appreciatively, reaching out and pinching the material between his fingers.

“Think we’re gonna need to get these off first then.”

“Just rip them, I don’t care,” you whine, too impatient to climb off of him. 

Clearly just as into the idea as you are, Mitch doesn’t hesitate to reach into his back pocket, flipping open his pocket knife. You sit still as he carefully grasps a fistful of the wet nylon, tugging it forward before slicing a hole into it, a fresh gush of arousal leaking into your underwear at the sight. He hooks a finger in your panties, and you shiver as the digit brushes against your folds.

“Hell, you’re so fuckin’ wet, honey,” he rasps, leaning forward to kiss you again while he slips his finger into your entrance.

The tension coiled within your gut squeezes tighter as he leans forward to kiss you languidly, adding a second finger and pumping them both in and out of your needy cunt. He swallows down the breathy moans that leave your lips, mouth moving with yours while you hastily reach out to take off his belt, tossing it aside before prying open his jeans.

He matches your moans of pleasure with his own when you wrap your fingers around his shaft, though the sounds briefly morph to amusement when you stop kissing him to glance down between the two of you with wide eyes. Your mouth begins to water as you drink in the sight of the long, thick cock in your hands, and your pussy aches with need at the thought of him splitting your tight little cunt open with it. 

Unable to wait any longer, you lift your body and line yourself up with the tip of his cock. Mitch’s fingers press into the sides of your thighs as you hover above him, and he looks up at you with lust-blown eyes while you begin to sink down onto his shaft. 

The living room is filled with a chorus of moans from your lips and his own as his cock slowly disappears into your body, inch by inch. Once his length is fully swallowed into the warmth of your cunt, he lets out a ragged breath, running a hand through his hair.

“You take me so damn good, sweetheart.”

Pleasure shoots down your spine at the praise, stoking the growing fire in your gut. 

Leaning in, you let your lips hover over his as you murmur, “Now show me how a real cowboy rides.”

Mitch’s lips come crashing into yours, and he grabs your hips, pulling you upward as he drags his cock out of your channel teasingly slow, only to slam it right back in. You barely have time to cry out before he does it again, sending a numbing wave of pleasure through your body as he ruthlessly splits your weeping cunt open.

With one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping at his shoulder, you hold on tightly as Mitch begins to give you the fucking ride of your life, hips snapping up into yours at a brutal pace as he plunges in and out of your fluttering hole, your soaking wet cunt squelching with each pounding thrust. 

Mitch’s cock is so goddamn massive, the steady pressure as he drags it through your inner walls has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes while you writhe in his lap. But it feels so fucking good. You’re never felt so full in your life. 

You’re a moaning, whimpering, cock drunk mess, and he kisses you bruisingly as he reaches up to wipe away a stray tear that’s sliding down your cheek.

“You look fuckin’ beautiful like this,” he murmurs against your lips, voice low and rough.

At that, the pressure building inside of you bursts in a gushing wave of pleasure, and you grab onto Mitch desperately as your limbs tremble with the force of it. Soft, warm praise falls from his mouth as he fucks you through your climax, the words a direct contrast to the way he roughly continues to ravage your sensitive hole.

On the edge of his own orgasm, Mitch goes to lift you off of him, but you remain firmly in place as you plead, "I wanna feel you come inside of me.”

He sucks in a sharp breath at your request, and you cry out when he obliges, driving the full length of his shaft deep into you once more. Fingers digging into your hip bones, Mitch’s cock pulses while he empties himself inside of you, hot ropes of cum painting your inner walls as he fills you with his release. 

You collapse forward, leaning your head against his chest, and Mitch holds you tightly in his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you remain nestled comfortably in his lap, in no rush to move anytime soon—not even when his cock begins to soften in your channel, dribbles of cum leaking out of your sensitive hole. 

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[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren't necessarily written and/or posted in January, but that's when I read them so lol*

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥Aphelion (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @oscarseyebrow

Salt and Sky (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow

Pretending (or not) (Cassian Andor x Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Taking Flight (Modern!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Undoing (College!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥Corner Booth (Din Djarin x F!Reader) - @magpie-to-the-morning

🔥Tender Loving Care (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow

Risky Kiss (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Tender (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

I'm Scared / 🔥Safe and Sound (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

You Are In Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite

Triple Frontier

🔥Illicit Affair (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥I’ll Be Back Again To Stay (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite

Home is a Person (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @tropes-and-tales

🔥Thank Me Later (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

🔥Big Red Bow (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @villainvindicator

Fairy Godmother (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @tropes-and-tales

Home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @bullet-prooflove

🔥Good Form (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Watercolor Eyes / Blocked by the Snow (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

🔥Take Care (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @wyn-n-tonic

🔥Patience (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

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Nocturnal | To Be Alone (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @moonlight-prose

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A Simple Misunderstanding (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Do You Want to Dance? (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Ex Machina

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🔥Code Breaker (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @inklore

🔥Told (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Tulsa King

🔥Just Like That (Mitch Keller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

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[reveluving]

Thought of the Day: Mitch Keller being extra 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

warnings: s~mut obv (EXTRA spicy imo, so minors DNI!), bits of fluff (self-indulgent), very brief mentions of dr-gs, & the usual explicit language!

a/n: don't ask, just read because mitch keller. please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna read more on garrett's characters? check out my new g.hedlund m.list!

» smut includes; obsessive, panties-stealing husband!mitch (YESSS), mild m~asturbation & 'darlin'' as a petname ❤️

'But would that really quell his thoughts?' ;

Whether you're feeling under the weather or the like for the day, Mitch, ever the attentive husband, will convince you to stay home while he takes care of the saloon for the night.

It was no problem, it wouldn't be his first rodeo, no matter how busy it would get.

The real problem was being away from you even just a few hours.

It had been a while since he had worked the bar without you by his side, but he couldn't bear the thought of you overworking for even a minute, no matter how hard you tried to reassure him.

Sure, there was no harm in texting, maybe video-calling when the shift slows down—he’s done it plenty of times—just for a few minutes.

But would that really quell his thoughts?

Just as he wondered though, helping you out with some chores, he eyed the laundry basket, specifically the little fabric at the top.

He stilled, long enough without even realizing it until your sweet voice called for him from the kitchen. Shortly after reassuring you, he carried the basket to the washer, and even then, he couldn’t stop staring at the pair of panties, in both your favourite kind and colour.

Even as it sat at the very top of the pile, he, instead, shoved the ones below into the machine, giving him just a few extra seconds on whether he should think with his brain or with his cock.

But then again, he always had a daredevil streak, hasn’t he?

The corners of his lips were already quirking upwards as soon as he got a hold of the pretty little material, taking the time to appreciate it in between his fingers.

Man, did he feel like a creep.

It didn’t stop your husband from having a quick whiff of it even before his rational, more ‘civil’ side could berate him, already gaining some form of restraint for the coming shift. 

And even as he pocketed your panties, oh, he should’ve known better than to think it would be enough.

Hours into work, mindlessly serving drinks and all, he was starting to feel it, and one of his hands was in his pocket, already gripping the flimsy material even before he locked the bathroom door. 

His veiny arm shook as he slowly took your panties out, gazing upon the lace with half-lidded eyes, hazy with lust, and before he even knew it, he brought it to his nose, inhaling the panties that were so…

You.

Scent, sound, feel and all.

It didn't help that he realized it was the same panties you wore when he ate you out immediately after closing hours, dimming all but one light just enough to watch you in your glory. 

How he traced his lips and beard along your legs upon placing them over his shoulders before tugging your panties to the side, devouring you like a man starved. All while he couldn't help but roll his hips each time he shoved his tongue deeper into you.

He knew how much of a tease he was when he held your thighs down, ensuring you didn't buck too far from his hungry lips or his facial hair, waiting to be drenched by you.

He remembered how drunk he felt when you tugged at his hair, trying your best not to be forceful despite his pats at your ass turning into slaps and squeezes, encouraging you—downright forcing you to be rough with him.

And even now, as one hand fondled his tent through his jeans, the other holding onto your cute little underwear to his face, nipping and drooling on it, it felt better than any drugs he has ever had in his darker days tenfold, possibly even seeming like one as his eyes rolled back.

One glimpse at the mirror above the sink and he could've sworn he saw you, shyly rubbing at his clothed cock while he kissed you so passionately.

Fuck it. 

His customers could wait. 

He couldn't find it in his to care about the patrons who may have arrived without his knowledge, the man too far gone in his mind, thinking of you as he bit down onto your panties, one hand haphazardly unzipping his jeans while the other scrolling through his phone.

His thumb moved swiftly for a very specific folder in his gallery.

One he named ‘Darlin’ ❤️’.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» a/n: look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a freaky freak like this. right, you can't 🗣 ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

Garrett Hedlund Mini March Fic Madness

In honor of March Madness, I created this master list of Garrett Hedlund character fanfics and may update it even after March. This may not be mobile/tablet-friendly.

Note: This may not have all of the stories posted on Tumblr and/or elsewhere since I am only one person and could only find as much as I can and unfortunately get distracted by Garrett along the way.

Also, these do not belong to me. These stories belong to these lovely fanfic writers credited below and to the people behind the original source material. Do keep in mind that many of these fanfics are targeted for 18 years of age and older, so reader discretion is advised.

Tagged: @the-blind-assassin-12 (the person behind March Fic Madness 2024)

Key: ❤️‍🔥 = Smut(ty)/Explicit 🍬 = Fluff ❤️‍🩹 = Angst

Updated as of May 5, 2024

Sci-fi-Disney-prince’s G.H. Corner coming soon

Special Events

@/triplefrontier-anniversary (A fanfic and art event to celebrate Triple Frontier's 5th anniversary which is run by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime that goes from March 1st-March 14th. Take out the slash to go to their page)

Masterlists

Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Oneshot Masterlist by @marmie-noir [Content warning: violence, sex, and 18+ content] ❤️‍🔥

TriFRambles’ Masterlist by @triframbles

Delta Landscaping Mainlist by @rhoorl ❤️‍🔥

Benny Miller Masterlist by @dameronscopilot [some 🍬, some ❤️‍🔥]

Garrett Hedlund Masterlist by @dameronscopilot 🍬❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Benjamin "Benny" Miller Masterlist by @musings-of-a-rose [Some Fluff, Some Angst, Some Smut, some all of the above]

FishBen Rec List by @thirstworldproblemss [Some fluff, some angst, some smut, some all of the above]

phoenixhalliwell Masterlist by @phoenixhalliwell [includes Triple Frontier guys x Gender Neutral!reader]

Individual Stories

Triple Frontier

"Every Kiss Begins With A Mistletoe" by @kittyofalltrades [Santi and Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"Not So Silent Night" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Office Party Love" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader] 🍬

Sleepy Benny by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] 🍬

"I’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"An Unexpected Discovery" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Benny's Favorite Librarian" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Before I Go" by @cowboystokes (deactivated) [Benny x Black!Reader (Co-Parents)]

"Drunk Poetry" by @violentdelightsandviolentends [Benny x female reader - Content warning: cursing and alcohol mention] 🍬

"I see my shot" by @writefightandflightclub [Benny x female reader - Content warnings: alcohol, mildly steamy making-out, swearing, “unrequited” feelings and implied possible public sex acts (fade to black).] ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

"I've loved you three summers now, honey, I want them all." by @bullet-prooflove [Benny x Reader]

"Disinhibition" by @busycryin [Benny x Reader - Content warning: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex] 🍬

"Slow Motion" by @miss-beep-beep [Benny x Viet!OFC - Content Warning - some cursing and kisses] 🍬❤️‍🩹

Four Brothers

"Hopper saves a boy’s pieces, Joyce puts him back together" by @imeanwhynotbruv (Jack Mercer Stranger Things AU/crossover - TW: abuse)

"Number" by @jackmercerenthuiast (Jack Mercer x Reader - Content warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, suggestive language, and gang violence)

Tron: Legacy

"Masks" by @ivorydragoness44 [Sam Flynn x Reader] ❤️‍🩹

"iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours." by @solar-siren [Sam Flynn x Tron] 🍬

Tulsa King

More from other movies/shows/projects in the new masterlist

[garrettandoscargirlsblog]

Inside Mitch's Mind ch 2

Summary: I had to write this before I go to bed. Been in my head all day. In this fic deals with a beautiful memory, funeral,and shoot out. Mention of sex . Speaking of that there will be some smut promise.

Nightmare! Huge fucking nightmare! Jimmy has been shot. We know who could have done this. We all do! Shit! Mind is going a million miles an hour,and all I can think about is Breezy’s safety. I know she can protect herself,and shit. Seen her in action plenty of times to count,but she's my baby. Sweet darlin of mine. Sittin in the waiting room thinking about how Breezy and I met. 

2015: 

Been a few months gettin out of the pen. Thinkin about what's next for me. Thought about either goin back to the rodeo to mentor,or my other dream to own a bar. Be my own boss. While I can pursue my other passion . Singing. Somethin that has been on the back burner for a time. Okay, got back to it while in the pen. On this day my luck just changed. Bred to Buck was up for sale! Dreamed ownin it for ages! With help from good ole Pop and money ma left me when she died. Pops thought this would be a great idea to start over. 

Few days later I'm interviewing new waitresses. Since others quit,and cook,  stayed since we grew up together. After a while interviewing a few gals , by the way none of them had experience. Until.. a miracle walked in. Wearin a baseball cap. Texas Rangers no less, cowboy boots, ripped blue jeans that looked oh so good! Lastly a tied up flannel shirt that was rolled up. Long hair ,and most beautiful eyes that lit the dim room. Cleared my throat,” Okay darlin. Have any experience? Tell me that ya do? Drownin here.” Her laugh was so angelic. Like an angel. She replied,” Bet ya boots I do! Spent most of my youth in my family diner back home in Texas. Waitin on tables,and pretty good mixing drinks. Anything else ya wanna know cowboy? Name is Breezy Rosemarie Miller. “ Shook her soft hand,” Mitch Keller. Welcome to Tulsa darlin.” 

Breezy mentioned she was staying at a crummy hotel not far from the bar. Told her I had a small house she can live in. That needs to be fixed up some. She said it was no problem. She can fix it. Which she wasn't wrong. Lady of many talents. 

Few weeks since the bar opened the business has been booming! Love it! Great food,and drinks flowing like water. On this night I'm minding the bar watching to see if the girls needed protection. See Breezy watin on this guy that looks like a college student. He was really handsy. Tried to rub Breezy’s ass. Told him multiple times to knock it off. Till he reaches out again! Rushed over to help until she placed his arm behind his back,” Time for ya to hit the road Jack! “ Mitch opens the door,” Don't fucking come back till ya learn some manners!” 

As months went by Breezy and I spent time together. Learned more about her childhood in TX,and her growing up on a farm. Love being a tomboy. My kind of girl. Also that she has two older brothers who were in the Army. Delta Force to be exact. Taught her how to fight. Also how to shoot. At that moment I found my ideal girl. Both of us hung out a lot after hours. Mostly at the cottage. Looks so cute after she finished fixing it up. On the porch late one night after the bar closed sippin a nice cold drink watching her . So beautiful wind blowing her loose hair from her ponytail,and knees up to her chest. Noticed she was thinking about something. Cleared my throat,”Penny for your thoughts there?” Looked at me with a half smile,” Thinking about how peaceful it's here . Safe,and.. oh shit I'm sayin this. Okay, here it goes. Mitch think … I'm falling” Shit was interrupted by my fucking phone! 

Sound of Dwight’s voice interrupting my thoughts. Jimmy is gone! Poor Bhodie! Hug him as we all went out for some air. Time to plan our attack,but first time to say a proper farewell to our friend. 

Few days later Jimmy was laid to rest. Breezy at my side still recovering from her being knocked out by Armand. Whom I'm still pissed at. Pulled her close to my side and kissed her temple. Afterwards the head of the tribe offer Dwight a tamahock. Called him The White! 

Ride back was full of laughter,and seriousness. Bodie grieving in his own way. My baby resting  against me. Long rides like this makes her sleepy. Learned that awhile back. When we were riding back from a festival. Snorin so peacefully. Oh to get back home to our own bed for a long nap. Others nod. Dwight once said that love between her and me is very special. Found each other after a horrible past. He's right. After 9yrs. Together has proven one thing. Both of us have a bond that will not break. 

She found me on the porch later that evening. Beer in my hand while leaning against the rail thinking about what I heard about who really was behind the bombing. Ming. Thrasher's partner! Time to act. Breezy leans against my back,and with her arms around my waist,” The plan will work baby. Grace and I are a good shot. Things will be justified. Baby, I'm okay. No headaches,nor dizziness. Afterwards.. we can ya know relax in a very special way. You know… a rodeo.” Oh women , I love how your mind works. Always know what we need. 

A dark ranch in a horse barn. Guns armed and ready sexy as shit to see Breezy in her black attire. Hair from in a high ponytail. All serious. See the thugs coming towards the stables. Here we go. Time to act. Shots firing all around . Shit!! Matter of moments of fight is in sue. Bodies ltters the ground as we approach like a gang of sorts. Our other allies cleared the bodies while Dwight tells the others including Grace and Breezy to leave. Leave me , Bigfoot,and Tyson to deal with Ming. 

Good to be home. Ready to be with my baby. Sounds of music playing caught my attention. Walking upstairs to  a vision before me,and what a sight to behold. Breezy in my old shirt unbuttoned her perky breasts peeking through ,and not to mention in her lacy panties . Hair down. Inches away from her. God she's so beautiful. Kiss her long and slowly,” All of this for me? My sexy sharpshooter. Whom I'm so hungry for. Have to be quiet though. Can't wake Pops. “ Kisses me ever so deeply with her fingers in my hair,” Pops staying at the cottage tonight. We can make as much noise as possible. How about it cowboy? Wanna make that wish come a reality? “ Yes ma'am I”am ready . Ready to be with my angel. 

Closed my eyes as she undressed me . Her sigh caused me to stir till she sees a drop of blood on my cheek. Whisper,” Not mine l. Don't worry about love. I'm unharmed.” Kisses and undresses continue touching each other. Need for each other deepens. Felt like ages since we were together. Reality has been a few days. Couldn't be with her like that since her concussion. Now it's time. All through the night and early morning we made love. Felt like the first time. Held her tightly against me. Let her sleep till it's time to start the day. As her boss? She has a day off. Okay, we both do since we reopen the next day 

@dameronscopilot @musings-of-a-rose @romanarose @marmie-noir @watermeezer

[lover-girl-estxx]

Others

Angst - 💥 Fluff -☁️ Smut -❤️‍🔥

Leland Chapman

Argue 💥☁️

Mitch Keller

Your Heart Wants What it Wants ☁️

Your Here

Part 1☁️

Part 2 ☁️

Part 3 ☁️

JJ Maybank

Your gone💥

Rudy Pankow

it's not me babe☁️💥

Daryl Dixon

Lights On ☁️💥❤️‍🔥

The Girl

part 1 💥☁️

Part 2 💥☁️

Part 3 💥☁️

Joel Miller

Shouldn't ❤️‍🔥

Promise ☁️💥

I Didn't mean it ☁️💥

[cuttergauthier]

Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!

How to request

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT

New jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Nathan Bastian

Dawson Mercer

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

Timo Meier

Brendan Smith

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Cole McWard

Anthony Beauvillier

Dakota Joshua

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Matthew Knies

Morgan Reilly

Buffalo Sabres

Owen Powers

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

Erik Johnson

Jeff Skinner

Tage Thompson

Dylan Cozens

Casey Mittelstadt

Carolina Hurricanes

Michael Bunting

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Drury

Pittsburgh Penguins

Pierre-Oliver Joseph

Ryan Graves

Ty Smith

Columbus Blue Jackets

Nick Blankenburg

Kent Johnson

Cole Sillinger

Adam Boqvist

Zach Werenski

Adam Fantilli

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Tristen Robins

William Eklund

Henry Thrun

Luke Kunin

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

John Gibson

Frank Vatrano

St Louis Blues

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Ottawa Senators

Josh Norris

Brady Tkachuk

Mathieu Joseph

Jakob Chychrun

Zack MacEwen

Tim Stutzle

Thomas Chabot

Minnesota Wilds

Matt Boldy

Brock Faber

Brandon Duhaime

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Quinn Byfield

Brandt Clarke

Pierre Luc Dubois

Alex Laferriere

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Sam Bennett

Mackie Samoskevich

William Lockwood

Aaron Ekblad

Josh Mahura

Brandon Montour

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

Bowen Byram

Nate Mackinnon

Miles Wood

Detroit Red Wings

J.T. Compher

Dylan Larkin

Joe Veleno

Jake Walman

Boston Bruins

Mason Lohrei

Johnny Beecher

Jeremy Swayman

Jake Debrusk

Charlie Mcavoy

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Christian Dvorak

Alex Newhook

New York Islanders

Noah Dobson

Mat Barzal

Philadelphia Flyers

Morgan Frost

Cam York

Jamie Drysdale

Joe Farabee

Tyson Foerster

Noah Cates

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafrenière

Adam Fox

K’Andre Miller

Braden Schneider

Chris Kreider

Zac Jones

Arizona Coyotes

Logan Cooley

Dylan Guenther

Clayton Keller

Nick Schmaltz

Chicago Blackhawks

Lukas Reichel

Seth Jones

Alex Vlasic

Connor Bedard

Tampa Bay Lightnings

Brandon Hagel

Anthony Cirelli

Seattle Kraken

Brandon Tanev

Jamie Oleksiak

Philipp Grubauer

Will Borgen

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

Jake Oettinger

Rope Hintz

Craig Smith

University of Michigan

Luca Fantili

Rutger McGroarty

Nick Moldenhauer

Phil Lapointe

Jacob Truscott

Tyler Duke

Marshall Warren

Frank Nezar

Ethan Edwards

Michigan State University

Red Savage

Isaac Howard

Maxim Štrbák

Ohio State University

Joe Dunlap

Cam Thiesing

Davis Burnside

Caden Brown

Matt Cassidy

Minnesota University

Luke Mittelstadt

Jimmy Snuggerud

Ryan Chesley

Oliver Moore

Brody Lamb

Boston College

Cutter Gauthier

Will Smith

Ryan Leonard

Gabe Perreault

Drew Fortescue

Jacob Fowler

Will Vote

University of Wisconsin

Cruz Lucius

Charlie Stramel

Zach Schulz

Random Teams

Nick Granowicz

Jay Keranen

Colton Dach

Nathan Gaucher

+ more

AU’s 

Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader

Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister

Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister

Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister

Matthew Knies x Matthews sister

Jack Hughes x Mercer au

[moghraidhs]

this has probably already been done but:

for @valeskafics, whose work manages to be hot and funny and fascinating all at the same time :) you are the queen of au's - particularly those involving unhinged aemond <3

for @sapphire-writes - i've started adulting so i've fallen behind on your works but the quality of your writing never fails to amaze me. you bring modern!aemond and aegon (plus family and others) to life so brilliantly, and the smut is top tier.

for @sebsxphia - you're an awesome fic writer and i appreciate you so much for being one of those keeping the tgm fandom alive a year on, not to mention getting me more into lewis pullman. i watched outer range because of you and have not been the same since. you are a genuinely sweet person and deserve the best <33

for @dameronscopilot - your writing is so poetic and everyone you write for is portrayed so authentically and well. i especially love your works for underrated characters like the triple frontier guys, mitch keller, kayce dutton, and spencer dutton; they get so little attention and it's so much fun to read your writing for them!

for @yeyinde - your work got me into cod and i do not regret it for a second. every word is pure poetry and all the guys are written so well.

nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? that’s fucking wild.

you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.

you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??

shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much

[b4b3tte]

MY INTRO AND MASTERLIST!

| Bisexual | Mexican & Dutch | Single | ☆

- i speak English, Spanish! currently I’m learning french and Dutch

Hobbies I enjoy ♡

- Writing, Drawing and making jewelry

Interests I have ☆

- Acting, Music, Skin care, Makeup & Astrology

Dislikes/Yuck ♡

- Toxic Fandom’s, People from Ohio, Mistreated books, Awful Movie Endings, Mathematics, Homophobia & Transphobia

WRITING CHARACTERS ☆

Series and movies I’ll write for (including characters!!) and reminder I do write for female, male, gender neutral, non binary, transgender readers just give me a request in my inbox!! Besitos 💋

- WEDNESDAY ☆

- Wednesday Addams, Enid, Tyler, Rowan, and Bianca

THE BLACK PHONE♡

- Finney blake, Robin Arellano and Vance hopper

- SLASHERS ☆

- Brahms heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Billy loomis, Stu macher, Vincent sinclair

- BARBIE ♡

- Ken, Barbie and Allan

- ROCKY ☆

- rocky balboa and Adrian

- TULSA KING ♡

- Dwight Manfredi, Tyson Mitchell and Mitch Keller

MORTAL KOMBAT11 ☆

Kano,Erron Black,Kabal,Johnny cage, Milena,Sonya,Cassie,Baraka,Jade,Kitana,Skarlet, D’Vorah, Kollector, Rain

I DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WRITING :

Any forced sexual activities unless it’s CNC, Any hate towards LGBTQ People/Rights, Any hate towards Transgendered people/Rights, Or any hate towards race. Pedophilia, Incest topics or activities, Eating disorders, Cat calling topics, Body negativity or shaming, Self harm or anything that falls under these categories I’m sorry but these are my boundaries.

WHAT I FEEL COMFORTABLE WRITING :

Fluff, Angst, Jealousy, yandere, possessive, kidnapping, Smut,Murder,fanfics, Head canons, One shots,Series, Friends to lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Lovers to friends,LGBTQ Characters, Custom OCs, Song inspired posts, Poly head canons, Male Reader, Female Reader, Non binary Reader, Requests and much more.

Thank you for taking the time to read this post I love you and have a good day today!! ☆

[savoies]

something about it - clayton keller.

summary: something about clayton's chain has you feeling some type of way.

word count: 585.

warnings: mentions of sex, bad words, borderline smut.

a/n: clayton keller's chain is something that invades my mind daily so to the anon who requested this, thank you and i hope this does justice.

taglist: ​( send in ask if you want to be added) ​@hartsyhart @nhlpetey @mitch-slap ​ @frostythegoalman @kirbysdch  @aria253264 ​  @josty ​ ​ @kaitieskidmore1 ​ ​ @kiedhara @laurenairay ​ @teenagekook ​ ​ @alxvlasic ​ ​ @hockeyallthetime @barzy-baby ​ ​ ​ @bowenbyram ​ @martynecass ​ @joshsandersons ​  @connormcdavo @maattamatthews ​ ​ @joelsfarabees ​ @selenophileangel ​ @boqvistsbabe @ana-maa @stars-canucks @bowberrybyram @sidscrosbyy @2manytabsopen @wh0r3forpatrick

​tagging some buds: @simplyjosty @beauvibaby @heybarzy @tkachuk-yeah @cozycozzy

Chains. Hockey players with chains. If a hockey player wore a chain it automatically made them a bit more attractive. There was no denying it. So for Clayton's 22nd you had gotten him one. A simple gold chain but as soon as he put it on thoughts invaded your mind.

Now you guys weren't that couple that would have sex every week. Maybe whenever he would come back from a road trip or when the coyotes got a win. But with the chain it seemed like you couldn't keep your hands to yourself.

Which Clayton of course didn't mind but it did lead to some spontaneous sex every so often. Like the one time you guys were over at Connor's house for a barbeque. Clayton had this thing that he would do mindlessly whenever he was in a conversation. He would wrap his fingers around his chain and twist it around his neck. 

"So Y/N any plans to get married soon." One of the guys' partners asked you. But you being too focused on Clayton's fingers as they wrapped around his chain. Trying hard to get the image of him using them for another activity.

"Hello.. Earth to Y/N." Soon you were removed from your trance as Clayton caught you staring at you and smiled.

"Huh sorry. What did you ask?" You smiled.

She just chuckled at you and repeated herself.

"I mean we are still pretty young and Clayton's at his prime. We've been together a while but we aren't trying to rush things." You spoke up. Marriage was something definitely not the thing on your mind as you crossed your legs.

Next thing you knew one thing led to another and both of you were in the bathroom with your legs wrapped around his waist and you pushed against the wall.

~~~

Clayton had just gotten home. It was a rough game. A three to nine loss against the Colorado Avalanche. Clayton wanting to come home and have anything else on his mind other than the game.

You sitting on the couch preparing for whatever mood he was going to come in. Knowing that it could range from locking himself in your guys room or just sitting on the couch in silence.

But when he got home you definitely didn't expect him to be in the mood. Clayton wasn't one to automatically say he wanted to have sex. He usually was on the quieter touchy side so as he sat next to you on the couch and didn't say much you knew that you were sort of in for a long night.

"Want to talk about it?" You asked him as you turned to face him.

"Not really." He said as he leaned in to place a needy kiss on your lips. 

"Fine with me." You said as you pulled him in using his chain and continued to makeout as both of you made it into your bedroom.

"I don't know how to describe it but the chain just makes you so much more attractive." You moaned out as the kissing got more needy as he pushed you against the bed and stood between your legs. 

"Gosh you are so hot." He said as both of you took your shirts off and he looked at you for reassurance to continue. You shook your head as he slipped your shorts down your legs. Let's just say that the chain was definitely a good birthday gift since you couldn't keep your hands off him.

[natbarzal]

Players I write for

I might add someone as well as take someone off the list over time

I'm not even going to write caps here because there's no way I'm writing for anyone on that shitty team

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Arizona Coyotes

Clayton Keller

Boston Bruins

Charlie Coyle

Jake DeBrusk

Matt Grzelcyk

Buffalo Sabres

Calgary Flames

Dominik Simon

Elias Lindholm

Johnny Gaudreau

Matthew Tkachuk

Noah Hanifin

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

Sebastian Aho

Chicago Blackhawks

Jonathan Toews

Colorado Avalanche

Andre Burakovsky

Mikko Rantanen

Tyson Jost

Columbus Blue Jackets

Dallas Stars

Tyler Seguin

Detroit Red Wings

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid

Leon Draisaitl

Florida Panthers

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Minnesota Wild

Montréal Canadiens

Jonathan Drouin

Josh Anderson

Nashville Predators

Roman Josi

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

New York Islanders

Anders Lee

Anthony Beauvillier

Mathew Barzal

New York Rangers

Artemi Panarin

Ottawa Senators

Tim Stützle

Philadelphia Flyers

Carter Hart

Claude Giroux

Travis Konecny

Pittsburgh Penguins

Sidney Crosby

San Jose Sharks

St. Louis Blues

Colton Parayko

Vince Dunn

Tampa Bay Lightning

Brayden Point

Tyler Johnson

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

William Nylander

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser

Elias Petterson

Quinn Hughes

Vegas Golden Knights

Nolan Patrick

Winnipeg Jets

Pierre-Luc Dubois

Players I don't write for:

Tom Wilson

Jamie Benn

Alexander Ovechkin

Auston Matthews

Patrick Maroon

Filip Chytil

Steven Stamkos

Andrei Vasilevski

Taylor Hall

Victor Hedman

If you want to request anyone who's not here, you can try

!NO SMUT!

[dameronscopilot]

Mitch Keller and having you ride his face tell you squirt and then you panic cause you never did it that

Mitch Keller x f!reader

Content: NSFW 18+, oral sex, squirting, anal fingering

“You taste so fuckin’ good," Mitch drawls before lapping another broad stroke through your slick folds, running his tongue through the arousal seeping from your throbbing cunt.

His fingers dig tightly into the backs of your thighs as he teases your fluttering entrance, and you moan when he probes his way inside of your tight channel. The bed creaks as you reach out to steady yourself against the headboard, shamelessly rocking your hips down onto Mitch’s face as he fucks you with his tongue. His beard scrapes against your skin as he pauses to nip at your inner thigh, lips and chin coated in both his saliva and your juices. 

Heat spreads under your skin when he latches back onto your mound, sloppily mouthing at your folds and sucking on your clit. A whimper falls from your mouth as he adjusts his grip to drag you against his face, large hands palming the globes of your ass. 

Mitch doesn’t hold back when he eats you out; he never does. The taste of your dripping cunt on his lips—and the way you shamelessly writhe and keen under the hungry assault of his tongue—is enough to make him come untouched in his pants.

And while he often tries to stave off his release, as he’d rather fill your overstimulated hole to the brim with cum after you’ve gushed on his tongue, there’s something deliciously filthy about the way you’ll reach into his cum-soaked boxers to coax his spent cock back to life just so you can take him into your mouth until he spills himself again down the back of your throat.

He slides one hand down to your pussy, running his fingers through the soaking wet mess he’s made down there before bringing it back to cup your ass. Your breath hitches as he spreads your cheeks, muscles tightening when he rubs circles around your puckered rim with the tip of a spit-soaked digit. Taking the way you grind down hard onto his face as a sign that you want more, he slowly begins to slide a finger into your ass while his tongue massages your cunt, and you let out a choked sob of pleasure.

You know he’s going slow to allow your tight ring of muscle time to adjust to the stretch of his thick finger, but it feels so fucking good tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, a line of drool slipping down your chin. Desperate for more stimulation, you rock back into his finger, gasping as you lodge the digit deeply into your hole up to the knuckle. Mitch groans appreciatively at how eager you are for him, how needy. How desperate. 

“You want more?”

“Please, baby,” you whine.

He doesn’t hesitate to obligate your request, working your ass open even further with a second finger as he brings his free hand forward, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He plunges them into your channel, crooking the digits and stroking your sensitive, spongy wall.

And with two of Mitch’s fingers stuffed in your ass while he strokes the inner walls of your cunt, the smoldering embers in your abdomen ignite, raging through your body in a wildfire. Your orgasm crests in a wave of pleasure, and you cry out as your body trembles while you come undone, clear fluid gushing from your entrance.

Your face burns with embarrassment—you just fucking squirted all over Mitch’s goddamn face. 

“I’ve…I’ve never…” you trail off, biting your lower lip.

Mitch swiftly slides out from under you and sits up, gaze hooded as he cups your face in both of his hands. “Sweetheart, don’t you dare try to apologize for that.”

“But—”

“That’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, honey,” he clarifies, and you belatedly realize just how rough and wrecked his voice sounds. “And...fuckin’ hell, I can’t wait to make you do it again.”

--

» MITCH KELLER MASTERLIST

» GARRETT HEDLUND MASTERLIST

[not-another-imagine-blog]

MASTERLIST

UPDATED 11/16/17

Basketball

Luke Kennard

Distraction

Hockey

Alex Galchenyuk

Is There a Goalie in the House?

Mondays Suck

Andre Burakovsky

Baby Burky

Be Mine

Goodie Bags (Be Mine pt. 2)

Only You

Auston Matthews

Concussed

Not My Jersey

Best Skee-ball Player in Toronto (Not My Jersey pt. 2)

Sweet Dreams are Made of This (NMJ pt. 3)

Livin’ on a Prayer

Lucky

Mine’s Better

Night and Day

Not the Needles

Not too Hot About It

Surprise!

Brendan Gallagher

Prince Charming

Too Young

Charlie McAvoy

Blanket Thief

Just a Tournament

Chris Kreider

Future Baby Mama

Clayton Keller

Mistake

Connor McDavid

Bruises

Lifeline *MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING

Ouch

Overprotective (Ouch pt. 2)

David Krejci

Parties & Pong

David Pastrnak

Parenthood

Ready for the Olympics

Dylan Larkin

NHL 17: Relationship Killer

Pastries Are the Way to the Heart

Superiority

Dylan Strome

Finish What You Started *SMUT

Jakob Chychrun

Breaking and Entering

No Cheating

Oh, no

Jimmy Vesey

With You

Leon Draisaitl

Drunk Pizza Party

Matthew Tkachuk

Pure Skill

Miles Wood

No Crying in the Club

Mitch Marner

Creep

DON’T THROW SCISSORS

Nope!

Provide for You

So Cute

Sexy Voice

Mitchell Stephens

I Won’t Give Up

Morgan Reilly

I Don’t Dance

Tell Me That You Love Me

Welcome Home

Noah Hanifin

Life’s a Trip

Tyler Seguin

Beginner’s Mistakes

William Nylander

A Strong Dislike

Misadventures in Target

Zach Werenski

Don’t Say That

Nightmare

[dameronscopilot]

Mitch Kellers reaction to his wife/gf telling him during sex she wants a baby?

idle daydreams

Mitch Keller x f!reader

Summary: You tell Mitch you want to have a baby while you're in the middle of having sex. He has several feelings on the matter.

Word Count: 800+ Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, soft and filthy, unprotected p in v, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, breeding kink, lactation kink

“Let’s have a baby.”

Mitch swears he’s hearing things when those four words spill out between the breathy little moans and pants steadily falling from your pretty lips. He pauses, shaft halfway buried within the wet heat of your channel, your legs bent over his shoulders.

“What?” he asks, slightly dazed.

“I think we should start trying,” you clarify, reaching a hand up and running it through his hair.

His eyes fall closed for a moment, head leaning slightly into your touch as he takes a deep breath to steady the assault of emotions blooming deep in his chest.

Mitch Keller has been many things: a son, a musician, an almost-famous bull-rider, an accidental addict, a foolish criminal, a repentant convict, a bar owner, and now—though he still doesn’t quite believe it sometimes—a husband. Your husband.

But a father?

There came a point when Mitch stopped entertaining the idle daydream of having a family of his own someday, because there’s a part of him that’s convinced he doesn’t deserve it.  

Half the time, he doesn’t even think he deserves you.

Knowing all too well where his mind is headed, you interrupt his thoughts as your fingertips caress the curve of his jaw, “You’d make an incredible father.”

“You think so?” he asks, the low, rough tone of his voice telling you just how affected he is by your words.

You reach out to grasp his hip, tugging him forward so his cock sinks deeper inside of you, and you both groan when he bottoms out.

“I know so.”

Mitch leans down, folding your body entirely in half to slot his mouth over yours, hand cupping the side of your face as your knees press into your chest. He kisses you thoroughly, cock still lodged within your hot core.

“You don’t know how much it means to hear that,” he breathes out, lips ghosting over yours.

You smile, pressing another kiss to his lips as you whisper, “Take off the condom and put a baby in me, Mitch.”

Rocking your hips up into him for emphasis, Mitch groans, cock twitching inside of you at the thought. He sits up, pulling his shaft from your channel and tossing the lubricated rubber aside. After running into several issues with your oral contraceptives, you’ve been the midst of giving your body a rest from them for the past few months. 

—and while it hadn’t been your initial intention, the absence of your birth control had suddenly sent your mind mulling over the idea of starting a family with your husband.

Mitch notches the tip of his shaft at your fluttering entrance, and as he's swallowed into the tight, wet heat of your cunt, both of you moan in unison at the delicious slide of the skin of his bare cock within your walls once more. 

“Fuckin’ hell, honey. I missed how good your pretty little pussy feels,” he groans huskily. 

“I missed feeling you come inside of me,” you whine, gasping as he folds your body back over again and begins to increase the pace of his thrusts. “We’re gonna have to do this every day to make sure it takes.”

A feral wave of arousal clenches in Mitch’s gut at the thought—spilling his seed deep inside of your womb until your belly is round. Filling you to the brim with his release morning and night. Watching it leak down your thighs as you try to keep it all in. Sloppily, desperately fucking the cum right back inside of you till your pussy clenches down and milks his cock for even more. 

Mitch’s eyes follow the movement as you run a hand over one of your breasts, and his thoughts veer elsewhere. He thinks you must know where his mind has already gone, because you begin fondling them with both hands as you hold his steady gaze. 

“Yeah, Mitch. That too,” you murmur, moaning lewdly and arching your back up into him as his mouth latches onto one of your breasts. 

Mitch is dizzy with need, and maybe it’s a little fucked up, but when a lustful, choked out sob leaves your throat once he begins to suck on your nipple, he knows you’re thinking about it, too—

The idea of him cupping your tender, swollen tits, thumbs running over your nipples, mouth swooping in to lap up the milk dribbling out. The cry of relief you’ll let out at the feeling of it. The way he won’t hesitate to drink from your breasts with fervor as your hands scramble to free his cock from the confines of his pants, insistently dragging his hips toward your drenched slit, begging to be fucked while he does it. 

Your fingers dig tightly into his back as the liquid heat of your climax pulses through your abdomen, your walls spasming rapidly around his cock. Mitch’s hips piston roughly into yours for several more thrusts until the tension coiled within him snaps, his muscles tensing as his shaft pulses inside of you, painting your walls with his release.

—

Comments, reblogs, and/or asks are always appreciated!

» MITCH KELLER MASTERLIST

» GARRETT HEDLUND MASTERLIST

[dameronscopilot]

Please post some more Mitch Keller smut soon 😋😋

I have something tasty in the works that involves Mitch + this couch, don’t you worry 😇

[dameronscopilot]

only a prompt if you're interest but that gifset of mitch wiggling around in a booth is making me think of mitch getting a blowjob under the table

Under the Table

Mitch Keller x f!reader

Summary: Mitch is taking far too long to close up the bar for the evening, so you let him know how just how impatient you are to head home.

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, blowjob, allusion to oral sex (f!receiving) and unprotected p in v

Soft, muted music plays quietly over the bar speakers as another busy evening comes to a close. After locking the front door, you untie the knot at the back of your apron and toss it over a chair before striding over to where Mitch is seated at a table, a pen cap nestled between his teeth as he writes down next week’s supply order in a notebook. 

You flick the bill of his cap as you’re walking past him, but his arm shoots out and wraps around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. He pulls you closer to him, and the lip of the table presses against you as he glances up at you with a small smile on his face, fingers still lingering against your hip. 

Thumbing at the waistband of your jeans, he taps the lined sheet of paper with his pen and says, “I’ll be done with this in ten minutes or so, then we can head out.”

You raise an eyebrow, knowing damn well that’s a lie. “Only ten minutes?”

“I promise, darlin’,” he winks, squeezing your backside for good measure. 

When twenty minutes have passed and Mitch has yet to move, eyes intently trained on the ancient calculator sitting in front of him as his fingers hover over the buttons, you take matters into your own hands, quietly approaching him and dropping to the floor under the guise that you’re picking something up. 

“What’re you doin’?” he drawls as he realizes you’ve crawled underneath the table.

“Keeping busy,” you answer, reaching up and placing a hand on his knee.

You hear the hitch in Mitch’s breath as you trail your fingers up the inside of his thigh, and he chuckles, “Think we’ve got a bed for this, honey. Or somewhere in the house, at least.”

Letting out a huff of air, you cup Mitch’s dick through his jeans, and he groans quietly as you retort, “Mitch Keller, you’ve fucked me on top of just about every surface in this godforsaken building. Including the pool table.”

“Floor’s damn dirty though,” he remarks, though you don’t miss the way he slowly spreads his thighs further apart and slides forward slightly in his chair as you run a finger along the edge of his belt buckle.

“You just keep working on those numbers,” you murmur, undoing his belt and working open the button and zipper of his jeans. 

A sound of amused disbelief leaves Mitch’s mouth when you begin to inch your fingers along the waistband of his boxers—like he could even fathom attempting to concentrate on anything but the feeling of your hand dipping inside of the material and wrapping around his hard shaft. 

Mitch shifts his hips when you pull his dick out and run your thumb over the precum leaking from the tip, as if he has to physically restrain himself from the urge to pull you into his lap. And although the mere idea of him bunching up your dress before he plunges his length inside of your dripping cunt has you clenching your thighs together, you’re too eager to get his flushed, throbbing cock inside of your mouth right now. 

His cum will be dripping down your thighs before you get home anyway, one way or another. You’ll likely make it as far as the parking lot before he’s fucking you senseless in the front seat of his beat up old truck, his large hands firmly planted on your hips as you ride him, bouncing in his lap hard enough that the frame of the vehicle will be creaking in protest. 

And when you get home, he’ll take advantage of your aforementioned bed with his face buried between your legs, lapping at your sensitive, quivering cunt until you’ve made a proper mess of his beard and mustache. 

But right now, you want nothing more than to suck Mitch’s dick, and your mouth’s watering at the thought of taking his generous length into the wet heat of your throat. 

You lean forward to lap at the tip of his cock, where a fresh bead of precum has formed, and you hear the sound of a pen clattering onto the surface of the table above you. Smirking, you spit into your palm, your hand easily sliding over his length as you begin to languidly stroke it. The table slides backward slightly when Mitch drops his elbows down, leaning heavily against it while your tongue laps broad strokes up and down the sides of his shaft. 

Mitch moans when you begin to play with his balls while you continue to make a sloppy mess of his dick with your saliva, one hand tightly gripping the edge of the table. When you finally wrap your lips around the head of his cock, his hips twitch involuntarily, and you swirl your tongue around it, causing him to rock upward even harder.

A satisfied sound leaves you at the feeling of Mitch shoving his cock even deeper down your throat, and he groans at the vibration that flutters along his length when you do so. 

“Oh fuck, baby,” Mitch grunts, bringing one hand down to rest against your head.

Drool begins to run down your chin as you bob up and down on his length, taking him so far into your mouth that the coarse hairs at the base of his dick brush against the tip of your nose. Encouraged by the way his fingers caress the curve of your jaw and slide over the side of your neck, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, you begin to suck his cock with fervor, your slick, parted lips firmly latched around him.

You nearly choke at the feeling of his shaft butting up against the back of your throat when he bucks his hips—you know what he wants.

His chest heaves slightly when you pull off of him, a line of spit running from your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Mitch shivers when you run a tight fist down his slippery length as you press a kiss to his inner thigh, nipping at his skin.

“You wanna fuck my mouth, Mitch?” you ask.

Mitch lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and moan. “You fuckin’ know I do, sweetheart.”

With his feet planted firmly on the floor, he uses one hand to steady himself against the table as he grips the back of your head with the other while you slide your swollen lips over his cock once more. You glance up at him to find him staring down at you, pupils blown wide with lust, and he steadily begins to push his length further inside.

“Takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs as he pulls back a bit, only to roughly plunge back in, causing you to gag slightly. 

He doesn’t pause or slow down, because he knows you love this part. 

He knows you love when he fucks your mouth like this—hard and fast while you’re choking on his cock, tears running down the side of your face and drool on your chin. You can take it. He knows you can.

It’s why he’s forcing your head down onto his shaft while you reach one hand under your dress to feel the arousal pooling between your legs, both of you moaning in unison as he repeatedly sinks as deep into your mouth as he possibly can.

And as his hips begin to stutter, you hold fast while his climax washes over him, swallowing down each rope of cum that he spills down your throat. When you release his spent shaft, cum dribbles along your bottom lip, and Mitch reaches out, swiping it off with his thumb and sliding the digit into your mouth for you to lick it off. 

“Ready to go home now?” you ask, smiling as you lean your head against his thigh.

Mitch goes to stand, swiftly pulling you up from the floor and brushing off the front of your dress. He runs a finger under your chin, leaning in to kiss you gently.

Briefly glancing back down at the unfinished work left on the table beside you, his eyes drift back to yours, and he darts his tongue out, licking his lips as he grins. "You drive a hard bargain, honey. Let's go."

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