#mitch keller smut

[marmie-noir]

Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Masterlist

Masterlist for my snippet series featuring the beautiful Mitch Keller. It is F!OC x Mitch Keller. Sunny Stevens sweeps into town and ends up mixed up with the mess Dwight brings with him.

The series will be loosely following the plot of the first season of Tulsa King, and will have violence, sex, and 18+ content. Please be aware of the content you consume!

1- The New Waitress

2- Stubborn

3- Rainbows, Sunshine, and Bruised Knuckles

4- Moonlight Cigarettes and Secrets

5- Good Girl

6- Secret Millionaire

7- Jealous

8- Jealous 2.0

9- Pretty Girls and Parolees

10- You Get It

11- There She Is

12- Missed Shots and Apricot Kisses

13- Scruff

14- Girl's Night Out

15- What else can you do?

16- Old and New Homes

17- Riding Practice

18- Magic Mike Audition

19- Bar Top Goodbyes

20- Stubborn Best Friends

21- Tension

22- Stick With Me

23- Cabaret, Confession, and Curses

Season Two:

Make Him Proud (And Michael)

The Gang goes to a Gala

Asks:

Mitch Keller Line Dancing

Taglist: (Ask if you'd like to be added!)

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

» MITCH KELLER MASTERLIST

» GARRETT HEDLUND MASTERLIST

[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

Moon Knight

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

🔥First Time (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @luvpedropascal

Cute Aggression (Steven Grant x Reader) - @kittyofalltrades

🔥Fast Lane (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @shewhohangsoutincemeteries

Stone Heart (Steven Grant x Demisexual!Reader) - @magpie-to-the-morning

🔥Fire & Desire (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @marc-spectorr

🔥Friends (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @foreverinadais

A Sunday Kind of Love (Marc Spector x Reader) - @moonlight-prose

First Snow (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Forbidden Delights (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Spirals and Skin (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow

Purloin (Marc Spector x Reader) - @laters-gators

🔥Say It Too (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @astroboots

🔥Gold Skinned and Eager (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @fettuccin-e

Tales Untold (Marc Spector x Reader) - @softlyspector

Egg Fried Rice (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

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

Amende Honorable (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @laters-gators

The Last of Us

🔥Mule (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @laters-gators

🔥Radio Static (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @foli-vora

🔥The Light is Blinding (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

🔥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

The Bourne Legacy

Long Promised Road (David/Outcome 3 x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you'd like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[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

[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 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 ♡

[itspdameronthings]

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 ☁️💥

[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 :

Physical abuse, 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!! ☆

[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

[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.

[marmie-noir]

Girl's Night Out

This black shirt has haunted my brain and I knew I had to have Mitch in it for one of these. TW: It's filthy. It's smut. Drinking, fingering, a milli-second of female receiving oral, Mitch Keller is bad for my health. This is not beta read, please forgive any errors and enjoy!

I blinked and Ann narrowed her eyes at me. “Girl if you blink one more time while I’m doing your liner I’m going to pin you down so I can work.” “Sorry.” I murmured, afraid to move, eyes glancing up toward the ceiling of her apartment. Ann, bless her, had declared I spent all my time with Mitch, Pops, and now Scruff. I was surrounded by men, and I needed a girls night. While I wasn’t sure if I needed one it sounded like fun and I didn’t hate the idea of being able to dress up a bit and go out with one of the only friends I had in the area. 

Mitch had smiled at me that morning over a cup of coffee, patting my ass on my way out and told me to “have fun and be a good girl.” I had gone shopping, all my tips had piled up even after forcing Mitch to let me pay half of Scruff’s medical bills, and I had been wearing the same few outfits from my suitcase so I bought a few new things. 

There was an odd moment in the store, looking at two sundresses that were super pretty, contemplating which one to get when Ann told me both. I nearly told her I didn’t want to get both, to save room in my suitcase, but stopped myself. I wasn’t living out of my suitcase anymore, I had a home. A room, a dresser, a toothbrush in a cup on the counter. So I bought both. 

I had one on now. It was short, the fabric soft against my thighs when I moved, the skirts a little loose to give it movement, the top tight in a way that complimented my figure, the straps thin over my shoulders. Or, to quote Ann, “show off your tits, girl!” God, she was something else. But the dress made me feel pretty, and really that is what mattered. And it had pockets. 

Finally the redhead stepped back, declaring I was fit to go out. I blinked a few times, my eyes feeling weird with the makeup and lashes before glancing at the mirror. My mouth fell open, surprised at who looked back at me. I looked good, like really good. Thick lashes, light eye makeup, a little blush and a pouty lip color made me look great. Paired with the way she had curled my long hair, not allowing me unusual updo, I looked like a new woman. 

“If Mitch could see you now you wouldn’t be going out, Sunshine.” She teased, winking at me and making me laugh. Before long we were leaving in the Uber she summoned, the two of us heading downtown Tulsa. 

The next few hours were a whirlwind and I think I paid for maybe one of my own drinks, hopeful cowboys buying us round after round. I was tipsy, laughing loudly as we fell into the new Uber, Ann pulling along one of the cuter men who had been trying to get her attention all night. Not that I could blame the man for trying, she looked stunning in her little dress and big hair, all bright smiles and flirty little looks. 

Not paying attention to where we were going I played on my phone, reading the last few texts from Mitch checking in. It wasn’t often, wasn’t oppressive, but he wanted to make sure we were safe and that I was having fun. 

‘I’ll come get you wherever you are if you ever wanna leave, darlin’. You just text me where and I’ll be there.’ 

It made me smile, fingers brushing over the contact photo I had assigned his contact, one of him glancing down at his guitar while playing on the couch one day. All relaxed, hat missing, blue eyes focused. Far too handsome for words, damn him. 

“Girl stop drooling over your phone, we are here!” Ann said, voice a little too loud for the enclosed space of the car as she shooed the man she’d brought along out, making me look up. The neon sign for Bred-2-Buck was bright and familiar and made me grin as I opened the door and stepped out. 

Ann beat me to it, practically kicking the door open. She was further gone than I was, that much was obvious, and I watched her throw her arms out nearly slapping her date. “Mitch Keller, I brought your girlfriend home!” She all but shouted, the patrons at the bar turning to look at the loud redhead who just made the most dramatic entrance. 

I let out a little laugh, blushing as I gently steered her towards the bar so she could sit and I could convince her to drink a little water. 

“Did you now?” Mitch called back, clearly not upset, the sound of humor obvious in his tone. “And where is said girlfriend?” Ann dramatically sighed, turning and grabbing at my shoulders before turning me to face the bar where I had been trying to coerce her to go and take a seat. I blinked, now facing Mitch, and his smile fell as his eyes met mine. I watched as those blue eyes darkened, slowly slipping further down my body taking in my outfit and my appearance, going all the way to my shoes before slowly sliding back up to meet mine. My lips parted slightly and I felt a blush spread up my chest to my cheeks, feeling a little put on the spot. 

“I did good, huh?” Ann asked, laughing and slapping my ass hard, making me jump and turn to grab her wrist with a frown, my cheeks burning hot. Mitch laughed, the few regulars who knew us as well rumbling with amusement before returning to their drinks. 

I convinced Ann onto a stool finally, reaching for a glass to pour her some water when Mitch’s hand gently grabbed at my wrist, leaning on the counter with a raised brow. “Can I get you somethin’, darlin’?” He asked, voice having an edge of a rumble to it that did horrible things to my lower stomach, warm arousal pooling slowly as he looked down at me. His hand was warm wrapped around my wrist, his thumb brushing on the inside of it, feeling my pulse jump as I looked up into his blue eyes. I cleared my throat, feeling a little flustered with his direct attention. “I just wanted to get Ann some water, Mitch.” I said quietly, eyes dropping to his lips a moment, unable to help myself. 

He smiled, his mustache lifting slightly as he did so, giving my wrist a little squeeze before releasing me. “Meet me in my office in five minutes.” He said quietly, leaning in as he did so, the warmth of him gone in a flash as he pulled back to toss Ann a grin and a glass of water. 

I kept an eye on the clock above the bar, talking to Ann who was leaning all over the man she had picked for the night. I found his name was Marcus, he worked in finance, and he really really liked Ann. Thankfully before they started sucking face the five minutes was up and I slipped away, disappearing down the hallway towards Mitch’s office. 

I opened the door and stepped in, letting out a little sigh as I did so. I liked the dress, but the shoes were uncomfortable and I missed my shorts. I was ready to be home, wanting nothing more than to wash my face and curl up on the couch as Scruff snored loudly on Pop’s lap as he gave me the rundown of the evening news. Warm hands slid around my hips and I jumped, hearing the rumble of Mitch’s chuckle behind me. I relaxed immediately, leaning back against him. One of his hands rested on my upper thigh but the other slid up the front of my body, large hand loosely wrapping around the front of my neck. His thumb pressed under my jaw, tilting my head as I felt my eyes flutter closed. “Look at you, darlin’.” He murmured, voice having an edge of gravel to it. It was a tone I was getting familiar with, it was the tone Mitch used when he wanted to do something delicious to my body. “How many drinks you pay for tonight?” 

I smiled, lips parting as his brushed against my neck, trailing up to my earlobe. It took me a moment to remember words. “Just one.” “I bet. Looking like this. Bet you had all the men stumblin over themselves, trying to get the pretty lady to even look at them.” I let out a breathy laugh, the noise pulling into a gasp as he nipped at my earlobe. “You drunk, Sunny?” “Tipsy.” I said, feeling breathless. The feel of his warm breath and the brush of his facial hair against my neck had a shiver racing down my spine, leaning back against him. He hummed in response, the sound vibrating from his chest to my back. His hand on my thigh slowly pulled my skirt up, warm fingertips brushing against my thigh, higher and higher. I shifted my weight, one of my hands lifting to grab the wrist of the hand around my throat still, the other reaching back to rest on his hip. “Mitch.” I breathed out, mind feeling a little hazy from the drinks and the sheer effect Mitch had on me. He was warm and solid and I couldn’t help but press back against him, hearing him suck in a breath against my skin. 

“How the hell are you so sweet?” He murmured, his hand on my thigh dipping between my legs, sliding into my panties without hesitation. Feeling how wet I was already he groaned, the sound making me squeeze my thighs around his hand with a whimper of my own. “I know, I’ll take care of you darlin’. Don’t worry.” His fingers were sin and he found my clit without any fumbling, something I had never experienced with another man before. Hell, most of what I felt with Mitch I’d never experienced with a man before. He had every wall crumbling, filling my head with nothing but him and the way his thick fingers stretched me just right, hooking and finding that spot inside of me that had me gasping. 

He brought his hand up, showing how wet his middle finger was, my arousal gleaming in the low light of his office. “Let me get these rings off,-” “Leave them on.” I panted, arching back against him, looking for the friction I had just lost. “I wanna feel them.”

Mitch tightened his hold on my neck, not enough to choke me but more of a reassurance that he had me. “Fucking hell, Sunny.” He groaned, his hand sinking back down to tuck under my skirt and into my panties. “I’ve got you, let me make you feel good.” He said, voice low and with that near growled tone that gave away how much he got out of this as well.

One of his booted feet gently tapped the inside of one of my feet, telling me to spread my legs a bit more. I listened, trusting him. I was rewarded by the feeling of his middle finger joining his pointer inside of me, deliciously thick fingers stretching me, the wet sound of him finger fucking me filling the space that our panting breaths didn’t. 

“You have no idea how fucking perfect you are.” He grit out, his hips pressing forward and for the first time I felt Mitch’s erection grinding against my ass. It had me moaning and his fingers tightened slightly on my throat, chuckling against my shoulder. “Shhh, baby. Don’t want everyone in the bar hearing how good I make you feel, do you?” I clenched around him, head tipping back to rest on his shoulder, my hand on his wrist tightening. “Or maybe you do, I felt that.” He curled his fingers inside of me, hitting that perfect spot that had me gasping, eyes unfocused and hazy as I stared at the old ceiling of his office. “Want everyone to know what a good girl you are for me? How good you take my fingers? How fucking sweet you are on my tongue?” “Fuckin- Mitch.” I whimpered, grinding my ass back against him. In response he ground the palm of his hand against my clit as his fingers moved faster. The combination had me seeing stars and I clung to him, thighs shaking as I gasped for breath. Nothing else mattered right now except the feeling of Mitch pressed up against me, his fingers hitting deeper than my own ever could, desperate noises pulling from my throat. “C’mon baby, give it to me. Let go. I’ve got you.” His hand around my neck gave one last gentle squeeze before dropping to circle around my middle. He made sure I was pulled back firmly against me but also half held me up, my thighs not trustworthy as he moved his fingers in a way that had to be sin with how good it was. His lips fell onto my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder, leaving marks I was sure. I didn’t care, he could bite me right now and I doubt I’d feel it over the pressure between my legs. I squirmed, my hands settling on his arm wrapped around my middle, nails biting at his tanned skin. “Fuck, please. I’m- I need-” “I know, baby.” Mitch answered, moving his fingers a little faster, palm grinding against my clit with a little more pressure. I came apart after that, I had no chance, my own hand covering my mouth as I cried out. I looked down the line of my body, watching his fingers moving under my skirt, the absolute filthy image of his hand in my panties was one that would be seared into my brain for the rest of my life. 

“Fuck yes, good girl Sunny. Good fucking girl.” Mitch’s deep voice vibrated against my back, his own hips grinding against my ass as if he couldn’t help himself. 

I didn’t get much of a chance to come down though, one moment I was standing with my back against his chest and the next he was depositing me on the edge of his desk. I looked up at him to catch him sucking his fingers into his mouth, blue eyes dark with lust as he looked down at me. 

“God you are fucking unfair.” I whispered, feeling overheated and cozy all at once. He chuckled, clearly having heard me, and I moved my arms down to his mouth to watch him pull his fingers out now that they were clean. Then I trailed down further, across the broad expanse of his chest in that shirt- I’d have to remember to wash that one more often because he looked far too good in it- before landing at the shiny belt buckle he always wore from his bull riding days. Right below that the denim was tented, enough that I could tell Mitch Keller was certainly not lacking but not enough for me to tell how gifted he was. I reached out to grab at his belt, working to undo it. He reacted by reaching to grab the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair and tipping my face up so he could kiss me like he was trying to devour me. It made my fingers clumsy, and combined with my orgasm it took a few tries to get the belt undone. Finally the familiar sound of the buckle jingling sounded and I could have cheered if my lower lip wasn’t trapped between his teeth. Mitch pulled back, releasing my lip with a cocky smirk, his hand leaving my hair to rest against my collarbone. Slowly, gently, he pushed me back. I clearly looked confused because he grinned. “Trust me, darlin’.” “Fairly sure I do if the last fifteen minutes has anything to say about it.” I replied back, firecracker quick still. It earned me another grin and a shake of his head, amused. I reached up and plucked the hat from his head before my back met the cool wood of his desk, flashing him a grin as I dropped it on the chair next to the desk. Not exactly my dream spot to finally fuck the man who had haunted my every thought for awhile now but I would take it. Mitch reached under my dress and hooked his fingers in my panties, pulling them down my thighs before they were gone. I doubt I’d see those again, I hadn’t seen the ones from the night on the porch either. If the price of a killer orgasm was a pair of panties I suppose I’d survive. His hands smoothed back up my legs, hooking behind my knees and pushing my legs up, opening me up under him. “How are you so fucking pretty Sunny?” He groaned, seeing how wet I was. I blushed once more, hips shifting, feeling exposed and a little shy. Mitch’s pretty blue eyes flicked up and he shot me that grin that melted my insides, making me relax once more. As if he couldn’t help himself he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my clit before he was moving closer, pushing my dress up to my stomach. I gasped and then let out a little laugh, surprised. “Mitch!” “Couldn’t help myself.” He responded, not sounding a bit sorry. There was some shifting and to my confusion he lifted my legs up, pressing them together and hooking my ankles over one of his shoulders. I looked at him, confused. This angle would make sex kind of hard, wouldn’t it? “M’not gonna fuck you tonight, darlin’.” He said, one of his hands moving to his waist where he pushed his pants and boxers down, pulling out his hard cock. My mouth went dry seeing him for the first time, lips parting as all the words left my head for a few moments. Of fucking course he would have a pretty cock, thick but not in a scary way, long enough I knew he’d fill me so well my eyes would roll back.

I watched a bead of precum bead at the flushed head before it rolled down the length of him until he stroked himself, another chuckle leaving him. “Stop looking at me like that, m’not gonna change my mind.” 

I blinked, eyes jumping up to his face. “Why not?” I sounded whiny but I didn’t care, wanting more than anything to have Mitch sink into me until I could feel his hips pressing to my ass, needing him more than anyone else I’d ever met. Mitch Keller was a drug and I was an addict, living off his kisses and touches, always wanting more.   “Not like this, Sunny. Not while you’ve been drinkin’ all night. Not in this office.” Mitch’s face never lost that warmth of need but he did get more serious, lining himself up. Then his hips slowly pressed forward. Instead of sinking into me like I desperately wanted him to, I felt him press where my thighs were clenched together, slick with my arousal and previous orgasm. The hard length of him slid against my slit, but the best part was the blunt head of his cock gliding across my clit before he pulled back and did it again. 

“Oh.” I gasped, back arching slightly off the desk at how good it felt, the friction hitting just right. 

“Didn’t think I’d leave you hanging, did you? Can’t leave my pretty girl all needy for me. Fuck, so god damn soft.” His voice was so good, deep and grumbly, making my eyes flutter closed for a moment. One of Mitch’s arms were wrapped around my legs, making sure they were pressed together so he could fuck my thighs, but the other reached up to palm at my breast through my dress. 

Before long we were both panting, looking at one another as his hips clapped against my ass. He felt so good, everything he did felt good though, and I was whimpering and gasping under him on the desk. One of my hands wrapped around the edge of the desk while the other was gripping onto his shirt, needing an anchor as he continued to thrust against me. 

My second orgasm wasn’t far, especially with the way he kept rubbing at my clit, the image of him doing all sorts of things to me. Mitch was so handsome it hurt. His eyes were darker than I’d seen, his hair loose across his forehead, lips parted as he panted. I whined his name, my hand releasing his shirt and reaching for him. His hand left my breast to grab onto mine, lacing our fingers and reaching up to grab the edge of the desk, pinning me down. “M’close darlin’.” He said, leaning over me. The move had my knees nearly pressing to my chest but I didn’t care, focused on the slick feeling of him rutting against me, the two of us looking at each other. “Where…?” “On me.” I gasped, my free hand releasing the desk and pulling my dress further up so it sat below my breasts. That seemed to do something to him, the sound that left him a mix between a groan and a growl, his brows pulling together. His hips moved faster, my thighs pressing tighter around him as he continued to move. 

 “Fuck- Mitch.” His hand squeezed mine and I tipped over the edge again. I moaned, back arching off the hard desk. It was like someone had set a firework off in my lower stomach, the fizzy feeling racing through my limbs and making my toes curl, his name leaving me like a prayer. 

At the same time Mitch groaned, making the prettiest noise I’d ever heard as I felt something warm land on my stomach. I felt his cock pulse between my thighs with each rope of cum that landed on my stomach, making me shiver under him, panting as he came hard.

We stayed like that for a few moments, looking at one another breathless and flushed with arousal. I couldn’t believe we’d just done that, but the cooling sensation on my skin was proof if nothing else.

Mitch was the one who broke the silence, giving me that crooked smile that made my heart ache. “Let’s get you cleaned up Sunny, and then I am taking you home.” He didn’t let me go right away though, his arm loosening around my legs and instead letting them hang off to the side as he leaned down to kiss me sweetly. I sighed happily as he pulled away, feeling sleepy and warm, knowing I was absolutely going to cuddle up next to him tonight in his bed.

Read more Sunny and Mitch here

[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.”

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» MITCH KELLER MASTERLIST

» GARRETT HEDLUND MASTERLIST

[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!

[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

[marmie-noir]

Bar Top Goodbyes

I struggled with this and idk why. This scene was what inspired the whole thing in my brain while watching the show the first time. I've given up on editing and double checking, so I am throwing this out and running away. If there are mistakes please forgive me!

TW: Smut. MxF smut, no protection, dirty talk, Mitch Keller.

“M’sorry, could you say that again darlin’?” Mitch asked, half asleep next to me at the small kitchen table. He was cute like this, sleep clinging to him like a warm blanket, making his movements a little slower and his voice full of that gravel that made butterflies go crazy in my lower stomach. His hair was still a bit mussed as well, falling over his forehead instead of held back by his usual hat. 

“I wanna say goodbye to the bar today.” I repeated, watching him slowly process what I was saying. 

He blinked before scratching his jaw, his other hand wrapped around a steaming cup of fresh coffee that he apparently badly needed. “Sunny,” He hummed, a little amused. “The bar isn’t going anywhere.” 

“No,” I agreed, giving a little one shoulder shrug as he sipped at his coffee. “The building isn’t. But after the renovation it’s going to be different. Which isn’t bad, but I wanna say goodbye to it before men with sledgehammers go at her. Plus, we need to grab our pictures.” Last night at closing Mitch had informed everyone that Bred-2-Buck was going to be temporarily closed for renovations. He wasn’t sure how long, but he intended to pay everyone’s salary still, and our jobs would still be there upon the bar’s reopening. 

Unlike the others I knew the bar wasn’t just closing for the renovations, that this went far deeper than slapping a new coat of paint on the walls and fixing that leaky faucet that drove us all crazy. That motorcycle gang was getting antsy, it was escalating, and Mitch wasn’t going to risk anyone getting hurt in any crossfire. 

He let out another little hum, finishing off his coffee, the caffeine ever so slowly brightening his eyes and making him perk up. He worked late so it wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t exactly a morning person, but I did appreciate how long it took him to actually wake up. 

“That is a good idea, better grab some stuff before we forget.” He said, deep voice rumbling in the kitchen. “We can swing by Maureen’s Diner on the way home and get more of those muffins you like.” “A perfect plan.” I grinned, pressing a kiss to his temple as I got up to go check on Pops and get ready for the day. 

A little over an hour later Mitch was unlocking the back door to the bar, keeping his truck parked out back so it couldn’t be seen from the road. The large sign out front stated in big bold letters that it was closed for renovations, not another soul around. 

I went towards the front as Mitch ducked into his office, flicking the lights on as he did so. I had the jukebox start playing on shuffle, wanting a little background noise, the volume low and the crooning of old country stars comforting with how familiar these songs had become since I started working here. 

Busying myself with collecting our pictures and newspaper clippings I made a neat little pile on the bartop, not wanting to damage any memories. They would go back up after the reno, Mitch had promised as much. 

In truth I had another reason for asking Mitch to bring me to the bar this morning. I hadn’t lied, I wanted to say goodbye to the place that had changed my life, but probably not in the way Mitch thought. 

Tucking teh photos away into an envelope I pulled myself up to perch on the bar, glancing at my own reflection in the back wall mirror, the rows of liquor bottles not really obscuring anything. Because I wasn’t working I had opted to wear the other sundress I had bought while shopping with Ann but hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. This one was a cream color with a lilac print, delicate spaghetti straps holding it up, the skirt landing about mid-thigh. It made me feel pretty, and I need the boost of confidence. 

Smoothing the soft fabric over my thighs I steeled myself. Yes, I had come to say goodbye to the bar, but I had also come here to finally seduce Mitch in the very spot we first met. 

It wasn’t as though we didn’t know one another intimately at this point, but we had never gotten around to actual sex. At first I felt self conscious about that fact. Did he not want to, had I done something wrong? 

Ann had been the one to reassure me. “Sugar, the way that man looks at you? I don’t think you could do something wrong. He’s a patient man, probably wants to make sure you are sure.” 

And god was I sure. Since I met Mitch all I could do was fall more and more in love with him every single day. I had boyfriends before, even an ex-fiance under my belt, but no one even came close to making me feel how I did around him. No one could touch how happy I was falling asleep and waking up in his arms, cuddled up together all cozy and warm. Not to mention the way he touched me. 

Mitch Keller touched me with a reverence that made me almost shy. His big hands on my skin while praise left his sinful lips. Pretty girl, good girl, his girl. So good for him, so perfect. 

He rarely let me focus on his pleasure either, insisting on making me fall apart under him, on his lap, touching me in a way that made me see stars and had every thought flying out of my head. I was more than ready for this, my want for him bleeding more into a need weeks ago. 

Shifting slightly where I was perched, already a little hot and bothered, I smoothed my hair one last time before deciding to just go for it. Pushing down the little anxious demon whispering in the back of my mind that there was a reason we hadn’t had sex yet I cleared my throat before calling out to him. “Mitch, could you come here please?” With only the jukebox quietly playing I knew he could hear me, reassured at the sound of his bots on the floor drawing closer. He appeared around the corner and flashed me a smile that I couldn’t help but return. He was carrying a box which he sat on the bartop, walking over to stand directly in front of me instead. 

Mitch looked as handsome as ever, in one of those back t-shirts that hugged his biceps just right and showed off his broad shoulders. He had on dark jeans with his usual large belt buckle and boots. 

He seemed to be in a good mood. I was worried maybe being in the bar would have made his nostalgic and a little sad but he seemed eager to upgrade the bar. With a familiar shine in his dark blue eyes his hands rested on my knees before sliding up the sides of my thighs, stopping just below the edge of my panties and rubbing reassuring little circles against the skin there. 

“Have I mentioned how pretty you look in this dress?” He asked, leaning in and looking down at me with an obvious appreciation. 

I tilted my chin up to meet his eyes, grinning. “Just nine times in the last hour.” I teased even though I probably wasn’t far off on the count. The moment I had stepped out of our room in the dress he had started to lay it on, giving me a little whistle. “Mm, can’t have that. Better make it a good, even number.” Mitch said with that little half smile on his lips, leaning down and brushing a few kisses down my neck before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes once more. “My girl, so pretty.” I was blushing but my grin never fell. Reaching out I hooked my index fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer, chin tilted up in an obvious ask for kisses.He let me pull him closer, my legs parting to let him slot between my thighs. Giving me a teasing look with a raised brow Mitch didn’t say anything. He did reach up though, one of his big hands weaving into my hair and giving it a gentle tug, making me tilt my head up just a bit more before capturing my lips in a heated kiss. 

Apparently he was taking advantage of our alone time, leaning into me a bit more as he kissed me breathless. His free hand slid from my thigh to my lower back, pushing gently to bring me completely to the edge of the bar, pressing our bodies together with a pleased hum in his throat. He felt so good, warm and solid, the smell of his cologne and tobacco making me whimper. 

Breaking the kiss we looked at one another, both a little breathless. His hand in my hair moved down to cup the back of my neck, his thumb slowly brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

“Did my pretty girl need something?” He asked in that honey tone, a ghost of a smile on his lips when he saw how much the kiss had gotten to me.  

I blinked up at him for a few moments just taking in the way the low bar lights made him look. I had known meeting Mitch at this very spot not that long ago that he would become special, I just hadn’t been sure how. My fingers unhooked from his belt loops and instead a few of them brushed against that big silver belt buckle he always wore, one from when he used to ride. Glancing down at it a moment I wet my lower lip. 

“I need you.” I said quietly, chin tipping back up to meet his gaze head on. 

There was a moment of surprise before it melted into a heated satisfaction. “Me, honey?” He asked, voice low, head ducking down to brush our noses together as his lips ghosted over mine. “You need me?”

I nodded, eyes fluttering closed as I felt his lips trail along my jaw. The brush of his facial hair and his warm lips was a mix that had me sighing happily, one of my hands sliding under his t-shirt to brush my fingertips against the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his pants. “Please, Mitch.” “How can I say no when you ask so pretty?” He murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing over my jumping pulse as he’d now made it down the side of my neck. His hands came up, looping under the thin straps of my dress and slowly sliding them off my shoulders, the dress falling to expose more cleavage but not falling away entirely. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, duck lower still as his lips and teeth found my collarbone. 

I leaned back slightly, one hand behind me on the bar to steady myself while the other grabbed his hat, setting it aside on the bar top before returning to weave into his hair. He liked that, sucking a mark on my upper breast as he continued to trail further and further down until he hit the fabric of where my dress was still covering me. 

“Been thinkin’ about this, pretty girl?” He hummed, pulling the dress gently. The one small tug was enough to have the fabric pooling around my waist, leaving my upper body bare before him. Mitch didn’t wait for my response, ducking his head and capturing one of my nipples in his warm mouth. I gasped, thighs squeezing his hips and his nipped and sucked at my breasts, his hands sliding back up my sides to cup them and squeeze gently. “Mhm.” I whined out, biting at my bottom lip as I tightened my hand in his hair. Mitch continued to kiss down my stomach towards where my dress was pooled, his hands sliding up my thighs now to push the skirts up. I pulled on his hair, hard enough that he lifted his head, surprise clear in his eyes as I’d rarely stopped him from going down on me.  

“Everything okay, darlin’?” He asked, leaning up to steal a few chaste kisses from my lips. “Don’t want your mouth, Mitch.” I murmured, nipping at his bottom lip. My hands worked on undoing his belt as I lured him in for more sweet kisses, one working on sliding the leather through the buckle and the other palming him over the top of his pants. He was half hard already, the press of him against the denim and my hand making me smile against his lips. “What do you want?” Mitch asked between teasing kisses, both of us tasting one another, his hips pressing forward as I touched him. “I want you to fuck me on top of the bar.” 

He groaned at my blunt words, his hands that had been slipping up my thighs grabbing at the sides of my panties. “Up.” I stopped touching him a moment to have both my palms flat on the bar top, using the leverage to lift my hips so he could pull my underwear off and into his pocket per usual. Immediately his hand was on me, two thick fingers pressing into me without any warning. I gasped, arms shaking, eyes going wide as I looked up at him. He gave me that heart stopping smile, thumb finding my clit and circling as his fingers pumped in and out of me slowly. The cool press of his rings against me had me gasping, back arching slightly at the mix of sensations. “So wet already.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss me again. I moaned against his lips, my own hands moving back to his waist. His belt finally was undone, the jingle of the buckle loud between us. It was hard to think when he was knuckle deep inside of me, those thick fingers curling just right, pulling out and thrusting back in with wet noises that would be embarrassing if I had enough brain cells functioning to form thoughts. But every push, every time his thumb circled my clit, had the new thoughts flying from me until all I could think of was Mitch. My hands were clumsy but I was determined. I undid his pants and he made no move to stop me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and sliding against mine. He tasted like sugary sweets from breakfast and minty toothpaste, a combination that had my hands pausing for just a moment before I was working his zipper down. I didn’t even tease, feeling a little desperate at this point. My hand slid into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and giving him a firm stroke. He moaned, low and quiet against my lips, and the sound had a shiver racing down my spine. My thighs tightened around his hips, heels pressing to his lower back, trying to pull him closer with a whimper as I slowly stroked him from blunt head to thick base. “Please.” I asked against his lips, the two of us stealing the other’s breath. His hand never paused between my legs, instead he sped up, forehead pressing to mine. “I need you to cum before I can fuck you, pretty girl. You are so fucking tight, don’t wanna hurt you.” I had no words, a desperate noise leaving me as the wet sound of his fingers fuckign into me filled the space around us, the low tones of the jukebox melting away as I looked up into his pretty blue eyes. My hand paused on his cock but he didn’t care. His pupils had nearly swallowed the iris, his hair a little messy from my hands early, lips parted as he watched me. 

“C’mon baby, just one, and then I’ll fuck you on the bartop. You asked so nice.” He said, voice low and honeyed, making me tighten around him. Mitch knew I liked when he talked, the rumble of his words over my skin was the best. “Such a good girl for me, c’mon.” His thumb rubbed at my clit a little faster and I was done for. 

I cried out as I came on his fingers, thighs shaking against his hips, my hands finding purchase against his shirt. He made a pleased humming sound, leaning down to press kisses against my neck and cheeks, pulsing around his index and middle finger with breathless moans and whimpers.  

When I blinked my eyes open I found my back against the bar, looking up at the old ceiling tiles and panting. Mitch was leaned over me slightly, pressing kisses to my chest and throat, murmuring praise as I came back. My hands lifted to weave into his hair and he let out a quiet laugh that was pure male satisfaction.

“You okay, darlin’?” He asked, looking up at me with a little smile. 

I pushed myself up, albeit a little shaky. Mitch didn’t poke fun, instead he helped, a large hand spanning my mid-back and helping me. I looped an arm around his neck, my other hand tugging at his shirt. “Off.” “Yes, ma’am.” He said, his smile immediate. I took my hands off him as he pulled his shirt off, leaving him in a pair of unzipped jeans, the imprint of his hard cock obvious against his boxers. I bit my bottom lip, excitement and impatience mixing with my blood. I looked up at him, legs hooked around his hips, pulling him closer in an obvious ask. 

“I know darlin’, I know, I’ve got you.” He said, his hands pushing the skirt of my dress up so it was pooled around my waist and looking down at where I was wet for him. He kept one hand on my thigh, grabbing hard enough that my skin was indented slightly between his fingers, his other hand reaching down to push his boxers down. 

Mitch Keller had a pretty cock. There was no other way to say it. Long enough to make my mouth water, thick with veins that I knew I would be able to feel. My lips parted, eyes lifting up to find him watching my expression. He moved me closer, perching me right on the edge of the bar, my legs around him. He rocked his hips, the length of him grinding against me and making me gasp, grabbing at his upper arms to steady myself. “Oh my god.” “You okay?” He asked, hand tightening on my thigh as he rolled his hips once more before pausing, giving me a moment to let my brain come back online. My lips parted when he moved but I took a deep breath when he paused, gathering myself before giving a small nod. “M’sure. Please, don’t stop.” I said, looking up at him. 

Mitch leaned down and captured my lips in another kiss. This one seemed needier, as if my plea did something to him, his kisses almost hungry now. At the same time his hips pulled back, no longer grinding against me, instead lining himself up to slowly thrust into me. I gasped against his lips as he pushed forward, pushing in, the stretch more than his fingers even with how wet I was and how he had prepped me. 

He took advantage of my gasp and kissed me deeper, sinking deeper at the same time, every thick inch stretching me in a way that had me clinging to him. Mitch kissed me like I was the air he needed, teeth and tongue tasting and teasing me, his breath warm and his lips soft. I felt his hands slide around my body to reach down and grab my ass, his chest pushing me further down on the bar top as he pulled out only to thrust back in hard enough to make me moan. 

“Fuuuuck, my perfect fucking girl.” He ground out, teeth finding me neck as he started to fuck me against the bar, body half pinning me down, completely in control of every movement we made 

All I could do was hang on and take it. One of my hands remained woven into his hair and my other found his back, nails biting into the warm skin of his shoulder blade as we both panted against one another. His own hands remained on my ass, tilting my pelvis slightly, ensuring he slid as deep as possible. I felt like I could taste him on the back of my tongue, my legs wrapping around his hips, heels pressing against his lower back as I felt each thrust hit deeper and deeper as I saw stars. 

The wet sound of skin on skin filled the bar and I moaned, back arching off the cold hardwood, my dress stuck around my waist as his hips kept up their relentless pace. “Mitch- fuck, oh fuck please.” “There we go, I’ve got you honey.” He gritted out, voice taking a growly undertone that did something to me. Mitch saw that, he noticed every little reaction my body had, adjusting his angle slightly to ensure the blunt head of his cock hit my g-spot while his pelvis ground against my clit every time he bottomed out. “That’s it. Perfect fucking pussy, perfect fucking girl.” 

He pulled back slightly to look down at me, his eyes dark with lust and unspoken affection, each thrust and his hips slamming into mine making my body jump slightly on the waxed surface. But he kept a firm hold of me, possessive even, hands tightening to the point of near pain that mixed with the pleasure and had me whimpering and moaning. 

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, already sensitive from when he got me off with his fingers. My noises grew in pitch, eyes growing wide as I looked up at him. “M-mitch-” “Gonna cum? Good girl, give it to me. Wanna feel you.” Mitch’s voice nearly a growl at me, looking down the lines of my bodies where his cock disappeared inside of me, each thrust having the most desperate noises fly from my mouth. It was one of the most sinful things I’d ever seen in my life, the image burned into my brain for the rest of my life. One of his hands shifted to my thigh and then under my knee, pushing my leg up a bit more to adjust the position, pushing deeper. 

He leaned back down and kissed along my jaw, unbothered as my nails bit into his back or when my hand tightened in his hair. “Where do you want me, Sunny?” My lips parted in a moan, balancing on the blade’s edge of an orgasm. My brain felt stuffed with cotton, skin warm and the feeling of our sweat slicked bodies moving together almost overwhelming with how good it was. I blinked up at him, eyes hazed, and he repeated his question with a deep grind, my thighs shaking around his hips. “Inside, please. Please, fuck please.” I gasped, the idea of him pulling out sounding like the worst possible thing I could ever imagine at this moment. 

He apparently liked that answer, his pace picking up, the slap of skin on skin and our panting breaths mixing together. It didn’t take much longer before I cried out, face pressing to the crook of his neck as I reached my peak. 

It felt like someone had set off sparklers under my skin, the pleasure a wave of tingling euphoria that had me moaning against his skin as I clung to him. Mitch was true to his word though, he had me, his chest against mine as he leaned over me and smothered my neck and jaw with kisses as he fucked me through it with soft praise on his lips. 

“So good, sweet girl, I’ve got you- that’s it.” All of his words sounded far off but still comforting as I clenched around him, thighs shaking against his hips and back bowed off the bartop. 

He wasn’t far behind either, his pace picking up a bit before going sloppy, each thrust grinding deep and making me gasp. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” Mitch groaned, each word punctuated with a thrust, his hands tightening on my body to hold me in place until I felt his cock twitch inside of me, a warmth blooming deep inside. He moaned, low and sinful, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he came, grinding deep in a way that had us both gasping. 

The come down was warm, his body hot against mine as he relaxed and put a little more weight on me. His hand holding my leg up gently hooked it around his hip instead, rubbing at the joint to make sure any ache I felt wasn’t permanent. It was the brush of his facial hair against my jaw though that had me humming, arms looping lazily around his neck as I cuddled against him. 

His arms wrapped around my middle to keep me as close as possible, skin to skin comforting as we both worked on catching our breaths. I made a content little sound and nuzzled against his neck. “You okay?” He asked, voice low and a little breathless, but sounding warm and pleased. I nodded, knowing he’d get me some water in a little bit. “Mhmm.” I hummed, feeling a little boneless. “All according to plan.” I said, voice a little dreamy as I pressed a kiss to his pulse. 

Mitch let out a surprised laugh, leaning back and taking me with him. I didn’t tense up, trusting him as he lifted me up off the hard bar top, one arm around my middle and the other grabbing my thigh to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere. “C’mon darlin’, let’s get you cleaned up and take a quick nap on the couch in the office and then we will go get those muffins from the diner you like.” 

I looked up at him as he carried me towards the office, taking in his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. I was sweaty and sticky and satiated, and the idea of a nap sounded like heaven right now. I didn’t respond but did lean up, pressing my lips to his for a soft kiss, pleased that my plan had worked.  

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