#pornstache x reader

[lxvvie]

porn director!price and reader being his precious star, i just feel like we gotta put that slutty ass 70s pornstar mustache to work someway somehow, you’ll never get me off him trust

Not Pornstache Price lmaooo!!!

But really, nonnie, imagine being his pretty muse and before every scene, he’s good for helping you get into the mood.

No wonder that stache is so full. You help keep it moisturized. 👀

[retrosabers]

thinking about going to see top gun with steve in the summer of 86. falling head over heels for goose, more specifically, his mustache. don’t think steve doesn’t take notice because he does, and he’s nothing if not a mischievous little shit so of course he makes a mental note of it. i imagine maybe a week or so after, your parents decide to go on an impromptu weeklong vacation, thus unwillingly dragging you away from your boyfriend. steve takes your absence as an opportunity to test his little theory. when you come back to hawkins, you’re dropping your bags and immediately running over to steve’s. you can’t go more than a few days without being around each other, realistically just jumping each other’s bones. you’re aching with desire, needing him so bad it’s almost desperate, and when you open the door to find out steve grew a fucking pornstache, you’re ripping his clothes off in the doorway and having your way with him

[hungharrington]

Hot or not … Steve with a pornstache??

HOT!!!!! HOT HOT HOT!!!! god i love that u can see the start of one growing in s4, the wispy baby one on his top lip…. he’s such a baby boy my god

pornstache steve would be insufferable about it as well— like you see how well he takes care of his hair? he’s got the most primped and primed stache around, this thing is clean and styled (even if the style is to let it grow a lil messily hehe) and oh my god, he would be so annoying about it— all your kisses turn into an opportunity for him to rub it against your face like a cat because you always scrunch your nose up and go “steve!” and he loves that, loves that u pout and go ‘it’s so scratchy, stoppppp’ but are grinning the whole time so he knows you’re not really that annoyed. and he gets an excuse to nuzzle you which he sorta always wants to do :’) besides, he knows you definitely love the subtle scratch of it against your thighs when he eats you out, they’re just like little tiny extra kisses on your soft skin that just add as he spreads you and fucks you with his tongue and oh my god, one time you pull on his hair too hard, writhing beneath him because he’s working your clit just the right way and steve pulls off you to get you to ease your grip— but when you look down, about to ask why he’s stopped, you see your own slick on his face, down his chin and on his stache and he just presses a sweet kiss to your thigh, murmurs, “not so hard, okay honey?” before he dives back in and christ, if you can’t help but picture that every time your brain goes wondering— so yeah, u like the pornstache. hot :)

come join the sleepover!

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

best seat in the house.

blame it on the moustache.

eddie diaz x female reader (nickname - blue)

warnings - smut. cursing. I think the word moustache is in this about 500 times.

word count - 3k

authors note - save a horse, ride a… firefighter. we all know I go feral for a pornstache, so it was only a matter of time before this happened.

masterlist. inbox.

You’re going insane.

You’ve been away for two months, on a placement course with the academy. As a trainee EMT, you’ve been lucky enough to earn your place in the 118, the one firehouse that every firefighter and paramedic in Los Angeles covets. With that comes training days and practical exams and occasionally, a two month placement that you’re scored and assessed on.

You passed with flying colours, of course - no one doubted you for a second. You’d expected to cruise back into your firehouse after some time away like you’d never left, everything exactly the same as it was.

Except, you’re going insane.

Eddie Diaz has a moustache.

A full on 80s inspired pornstar brush of a moustache.

It suits his face beautifully, accentuating his dark features and those big brown eyes. It’s made him ten times more attractive - which you didn’t think was even possible. You’ve had a harmless crush on him ever since your first day, and the moustache seems to have accelerated it tenfold.

“Are you okay?”

A heavy arm is slung around you, pulling you into the side of a solid body. You know who it is based on his cologne. You relax into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He looks at you skeptically, eyebrows raised.

“Blue.”

“Buck.”

“You’ve been kinda spacey these last couple of days. What’s the deal?”

“There’s no deal. Just tired, I guess.”

“You’d tell me if something was wrong though, right?”

You look up at him, heart melting at the genuine concern in his eyes.

“Of course I would,” you reassure. “Love you.”

“Love you,” he mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss onto your head. “Even if you are stubborn as hell.”

You chuckle, burrowing further into his side and getting comfortable on the couch. You both sit like that for a while, praying the alarms don’t sound so you can enjoy your peace a little while longer.

“Hey, Blue?”

The source of all of your stress comes striding up the stairs, all bright eyed and gorgeous.

“Eddie.”

He takes a seat on the other side of you, pressing his thigh into yours. You will yourself to take a deep breath and calm down, before he feels all of the tension in your body.

“Chris has been counting down the days until you came back. You wanna come over for dinner tonight? He’s missed you like crazy.”

“I’d love to,” you breathe, grinning at him like an idiot.

He grins right back, squeezing your thigh quickly. You determinedly ignore the way electricity zips through your veins at the action.

“Alright, I’m gonna workout for a while. Let’s hope we don’t get a call when I’m mid weight set,” he laughs, winking at you cheekily before heading down the stairs.

Heat blooms across your chest as you bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from beaming from ear to ear. As soon as he’s gone, Buck grabs both of your shoulders, shaking you like a maniac.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What? Buck, what? Jesus, what?”

You grip onto his wrists, willing him to still his movements.

“That’s what’s gotten into you! It’s Eddie!”

You choke on your words, struggling to get any out - so you punch his leg as hard as you can, giggling when he yelps. Buck swings his arm around your neck, catching you in a headlock and pulling you into his lap. All you can do is try to wriggle out, smacking any of his body parts you can reach. Eventually you separate when you both crash onto the floor, laughing and out of breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he pants, lying next to you on the ground.

“Tell you what, Evan?”

“That you’re in love with Eddie.”

Your eyes go wide as your jaw drops open, alarm bells going off in your mind.

“Woah- that’s, yeah, uh… no.”

“Okay, not love, then. But you’ve got the hots for him. Big time.”

You sigh in defeat, head dropping back onto the wooden floor.

“He’s a handsome man.”

“I know,” he agrees. “All of us would agree with you on that.”

You lie in silence for a moment, praying that no one comes up the stairs and finds you here. Buck intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing reassuringly.

“It’s the moustache,” you whisper. “The goddamn moustache.”

“Oh, you like a man with some facial hair?” he smirks, propping himself up on his elbow.

You sit up, leaning back against the sofa and dusting yourself off.

“I do. I like you better when you have a little bit of stubble going on.”

“Noted,” he winks. “You should tell him.”

“Huh?”

“That you like the moustache. He’ll appreciate it.”

“Yeah. No. Not gonna happen.”

“You never know… something good might come of it.”

“Evan. Are you hearing yourself?”

“Loud and clear, Bluey. Listen, you’re a beautiful girl. You tell Eddie you like his moustache… he tells you he likes your entire face… and boom. Fireworks.”

You throw your head back as you cackle, laughing with your full chest.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m just saying! You never know what might happen.”

“And I’m just saying… you’re ridiculous.”

You’re startled suddenly by the bells ringing and lights flashing, both of you jumping up and running down the stairs towards the truck.

“Saved by the bell,” Buck grins, winking at you.

Saved by the bell indeed.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

An evening with Chris is exactly what you need.

Only… that’s not what you get.

“He got invited to a birthday party at the movies last minute. I didn’t have the heart to tell him you were coming over. I should have called, Blue - I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you soothe, kicking off your shoes by the door like you’ve done so many times before. “I brought wine, anyway. Just in case.”

“You’re the best,” he chuckles, heading to the kitchen to get some glasses. “You and I can catch up tonight. I want to know all about your assessments.”

“It wasn’t that exciting, really. Lots of time in a classroom listening to some old dude talking.”

You get comfy on the couch, tucking your legs underneath yourself and happily accepting the glass of wine that Eddie holds out to you. He takes the cushion next to you, turning so his body’s facing yours.

“Did they let you drive the ambulance?”

“Yes! We had driving lessons, which were hilarious. There were some people there I wouldn’t trust to drive a golf cart, never mind an ambulance with a dying patient in.”

He cackles, knocking his knee into yours. All you can think about is how good he smells, all woody and musky and masculine.

You launch into a story about an emergency amputation on a plastic doll to distract yourself, which ends in both of you in fits of laughter, tears dripping down your faces.

The bottle of wine goes down too smoothly over the course of the evening, both of you a little tipsy. You’ve inched closer, legs tangled as you lean into each others sides. You can’t stop giggling, warm and flushed and happy to be in one another’s company.

Eddie’s phone vibrates, both of you scrambling around the cushions to find it. Eventually, he finds it, both of you chuckling at the theatrics of it all.

“Hello? Oh, hi Jenna. Yeah, sure. No worries, that’s fine. Give me a call if he needs anything, alright? Okay, tell him I say goodnight. Thanks, Jenna.”

You raise your eyebrows in question.

“Chris is going to stay the night at Cameron’s. His mom was just checking it’s okay.”

“He’s so grown up now,” you sigh. “Where does the time go?”

“I wish I had the answer to that,” he says as he throws his phone onto the coffee table. “I’ve got no idea.”

You lean against the back of the couch, resting your head on top of your arms. Eddie stares at you with the softest look on his face that you’ve ever seen, mirroring your posture.

“We all missed you,” he murmurs. “The 118 wasn’t the same with you gone.”

“I missed you. All of you. I was counting down the days until I could come back.”

He smiles at you all gentle and honey sweet, and you’re surprised you don’t melt into a liquid on his nice couch. Your heart is thumping against your chest, working overtime to keep you upright and breathing.

It’s never been like this with Eddie. Or maybe it has. You’ve always been able to tamper down your feelings, keep them buried and in check - so much so that a beautiful friendship has blossomed over time. You don’t want to ruin what you’ve built by admitting you’ve got some silly school girl crush on him and his moustache. It’d kill you if you lost him - Christopher too.

“Have you done something different?”

His buttery voice breaks you out of your daydream.

“Hmm?”

“You look… different. In a good way. Beautiful.”

He’s rambling, trying to cover his tracks so it doesn’t look like he’s coming onto you. You smile, shaking your head.

“Thank you, but I don’t think so. Oh wait, I have a new blush on my cheeks. Maybe it’s that?”

“Suits you.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“If I ask you a question, will you be honest with me, Blue?”

“Always.”

“What do you think of the moustache?”

Oh no. You pause, trying to formulate an appropriate answer quickly.

“I… like it.”

“You don’t sound like you do,” he chuckles.

“No, I do. I like it.”

“I thought you promised to be honest.”

His hand is resting on your knee, settled and comfortable. You’re not sure when he put it there, but you’re not complaining.

“I am being honest.”

“Look me in the eye, then.”

You hadn’t even realised you’d been avoiding him, too busy worrying about keeping your heart rate steady. You finally catch his gaze, those big brown eyes staring straight into your soul.

“Blue?”

“Eds?”

Your voices are low and cautious, careful not to disrupt the atmosphere you’ve created. You’re both wine drunk and warm, giddy off of the happiness of being reunited with one of your best friends.

“Tell me what you really think about the moustache. I trust you to be honest - if you think it’s terrible, I’ll shave it off right now.”

“Don’t shave it,” you say a little too quickly. “I meant it when I said I like it. Promise.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You look good. Fuck, you look good.”

The wine is making you too honest, but it’s too late to turn back now. He wanted the truth… he’ll get the truth.

“Oh. You like it, don’t you?”

He’s got this cocky smirk on his face, arrogant and self assured. You wish you hated it, but you don’t. Unfortunately.

“So what if I like a man with facial hair? Is that a crime?”

“It’s not a crime,” he laughs. “Just didn’t think the pornstache would be your kind of thing.”

“Well I didn’t think it’d be yours either, but here we are.”

He looks at you with nothing but mischief in his eyes, gaze raking up and down your body slowly. A shiver runs down your spine, the hairs on your arms standing up in anticipation. You sit in the quiet for a moment, waiting for Eddie to make the next move - you’re worried that your raging crush means that you’re misreading the atmosphere of the room.

“You wanna take it for a spin?”

Time stands still for a moment, both of you holding your breath.

“I- I- you… Eds, I- what?”

He chuckles all low and slow, like butter wouldn’t melt.

“You wanna take it for a spin?”

You’re looking at him with your jaw hinged open, blinking like a deer in headlights. When you don’t say anything, Eddie speaks again.

“You wanna sit on it?”

You’re quite convinced you’re in another dimension, catapulted into an alternate reality all of a sudden. An alternate reality where Eddie Diaz is… asking you to sit on his face?

“I- what, um… where has that come from?”

You’re only now noticing the blush on his cheeks, unable to tell if it’s from you and the close proximity or the bottle of wine that now sits empty on the coffee table.

“You like the moustache. And I like you.”

He looks almost sheepish, like he didn’t mean to confess out loud.

“I… do like the moustache. And I do like you.”

He grins at you all bold and beautiful, and you can’t help but grin right back.

“I had a dream last month that you sat on my face,” he murmurs, leaning in so he’s talking right into your ear. “I can’t get it out of my head. It’s like it plays on repeat.”

You clear your throat, attempting to get words out.

“Tell me more.”

“It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. It felt so real, Blue. I swear I could taste you on my tongue when I woke up.”

You’re almost gasping for breath, heart working overtime in your ribcage as you pant.

“Well I guess I better… how did you say it? Take it for a spin?”

He quirks an eyebrow at you to ask are you sure?, which has you smirking at him with nothing but deviance in your eyes.

“It’d be rude not to, Eddie. Seeing as you asked so nicely. And seeing as the universe is sending you psychic, prophetic, sexy dreams about me.”

He doesn’t waste another second, shuffling down the couch so he’s lying flat. When you don’t move, he props himself up on his elbows, looking at you expectantly.

“You can’t sit on my face from all the way over there, Bluebird.”

Laughing in disbelief, you crawl your way up his body, stopping when you’re straddling his waist. You lean down, pausing so you’re nose to nose as you breathe each other in.

“Can I kiss you?”

He looks confused that you’re asking but nods eagerly, softness written all over his face. You kiss him gently, carefully, sweetly. You’re figuring each other out, not wanting to push any boundaries too far too soon.

Eddie slips his tongue into your mouth eagerly, hips bucking up into yours. It’s all teeth and lust carnal need, years of built up longing bubbling to the surface. When you’re both so out of breath you’re lightheaded, you pull away, pecking his lips quickly before standing up to shimmy your shorts and panties down your legs. Eddie looks drunk - not on the wine, but on you.

You climb back on top of him, shuffling up his chest so you’re hovering over his face. You’re completely sure you want this, but there’s a tiny little inkling of anxiety that’s spreading through your veins, lighting up your nerves.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises, looking up at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “Always.”

“I know,” you smile, gently moving a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. “Show me what you’ve got, Diaz.”

With that, you quit the hovering and sit down exactly where he wants you, throwing caution to the wind.

Eddie takes it slow at first, taking mental notes. It’s all careful and loving and considered, both of you holding back. He’s kitten licking, sucking gently, savouring the taste of you while he can. Eventually, you get a little impatient, accidentally bucking your hips into his face.

“S’that what you want?” he mumbles from underneath you. “Use me, Blue. Take what you need.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, as you instantly grind your hips forward. He slips his tongue inside you, your back arching when the gorgeous slope of his nose bumps against your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe, tangling your fingers into his hair to use as leverage. “Right there, Eds. Keep doing that.”

He does exactly as he’s told, curling his tongue just right as you rock forwards and backwards, taking control of the situation. He’s groaning beneath you, clearly enjoying this just as much as you are. When you let out a particularly pornographic moan, his hips are bucking up into the air, desperate for any kind of friction.

“Close,” you mumble, fingers tightening in his hair. “So close, Eddie.”

His hold on your thighs only gets firmer, his grip bruising as he digs his fingertips into your flesh. As if he knows you need a little push, he smacks your ass hard with an open palm, the unexpected jolt of it sending you flying into your climax.

Eddie works you through it, tongue never ceasing its movements until you’re tugging him away and shuffling down so you can collapse against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, drawing patterns on any skin he can reach to calm your racing heart. There’s not an inch of space between you, bodies plastered together on his couch.

“You okay?” he’s asking all muffled into the top of your head.

“Never better.”

You feel his laugh rumble through your bones, making you chuckle.

“So… you don’t want me to shave the moustache?”

“You’re annoying,” you grumble, looking up at him with stars in your eyes. “But don’t you dare.”

“Yes ma’am,” he teases, pressing a kiss into your hair. “Loud and clear.”

You’re not sure how long the two of you lie all tangled up on the couch together. It doesn’t matter.

Tonight, you have all the time in the world.

[soldiersgirl]

AT YOUR SERVICE .ᐟ

summary ⭑ he needed your help and you needed his. would be a shame to deny the soldier boy, his right to serve his country and you in the most delicious of ways. (based on this ask) / (part two) / (part three). cw ⭑ pornstar!reader x pornstar!soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut (mdni). porn with some plot. mean soldier boy. veiled threats. joint smoking. goofy pornstar name. kissing. (slight) knife play. tit play. oral/face sitting (f & m receiving). fingering. protected p in v (safe sex work is important). pet names (bunny, doll, honey, sweetheart, bitch, toots). mentions of taking virginity (just part of the act). word count ⭑ 3,023 words.

the 70's and 80's were a wild time for anyone, but even more so with the increase of supes across america. no matter where you were or what you were doing, you couldn't avoid vought adverts and merchandise and especially not in new york; the epicenter of all things capitalism. but this also meant that you couldn't avoid the scandals that followed supes like the plague, and most notably, america's #1 and leader of payback, soldier boy. drugs, fist fights, sexism, alcoholism. god, you name it and soldier boy had certainly done it and given the pr team a run for their money.

you had never really cared for or about supes, not more than you had to. but the more your career took off, the more letters you received begging for you to include supes in your movies like other adult actresses had done. your fans were desperate for you test your boundaries and reach the level of fame, they knew you could. you had never considered it, not until vought reached out to you in desperation. they needed to rebuild soldier boy's female fanbase, as recent controversies had tanked his numbers, and what better way to showcase his best talent than with you?

you stared at yourself in your pink vanity mirror, trying to convince yourself that this was still a good idea. it would help your numbers, sure, and what's the worst that could happen? you ran your fingers through your styled hair, giving it a bit of life before leaning in and checking your lipgloss before sending yourself a little kiss and a wink before your peace was disturbed. a knock and before you could answer, your pink dressing room door swung open and there he stood, in his full supe-suit with his helmet and shield alongside his trademark joint dangling from his lips; the man of the hour.

"well, well, well." with each word he took a step closer to you, his eyes scanning your barbie-pink dressing room before finally landing on you. you. in the cutest little outfit he had ever seen. baby-pink platform heels, long white-knee socks with a white crop top to match that barely covered your perky tits and pink panties with a little cotton-tail stuck on the back. "aren't you the prettiest lil' bunny around?" he rests his gloved hand on the handle of his pocketed hunters knife, puffing away as you gaze up at him, unimpressed.

"do all supes lack manners or is it just you?" you sigh, turning back around to gaze into your mirror, not wanting to pay attention to him or his snide remarks. a loud chuckle followed by a clap and a shake of his head.

"i'm gonna fuck that attitude outta you, don't you worry." he leans in and admires himself in his mirror, copying the way you pout and pick at yourself. his cloud of smoke follows suit making you cough and splutter at the overwhelming smell. he runs his fingers over his moustache, taming it into place. "grew this just for you. gotta look the fuckin' part, don't i? pornstar gotta have a pornstache to match." he catches your eyes in the mirror and you notice it, that flicker of mischief in his eyes.

"please don't flatter yourself." you scowl. "got a name to match that monstrosity you're growing on your upper lip?" ben almost flinches at your words, scowling at your reflection before turning on his heel. before leaving, he puts out his half-smoked in your favourite orchid pot with a ghost of a smile, taunting you.

"you'll have to wait and see." he never turns to acknowledge you before slamming your dressing room door behind him, leaving both you and the room shaken. you mutter "prick..." under your breath as you swallow the last of your pride and follow behind him onto the set that he decided and the storyline that vought curated for him. you felt like just another pawn of capitalism, but the pay was good and honestly... soldier boy was handsome enough to let it happen, just this once.

you sit cross-legged on the prop bed as the director, hired by vought, frantically explains the plot as the crew hurries behind him to get the cameras and lights set up to soldier boy's expectations. you catch your manager's eye and you both raise a sceptical eyebrow at one another, sharing the same silent message.

what a fucking nightmare.

"so, the commies who had kidnapped you for ransom money from your rich father but soldier boy swooped in and saved you in the nick of time. you're so grateful and thankful and you want to show him that by le–"

"by letting him fuck me, yeah. i know the drill by now." you wave your hand and sigh, feigning boredom. "this isn't one of your dumbass vought movies. i know how this works. this is literally my job." you bite back, but before either of you can say another word, a manager yells "quiet on set! talent on set!" signalling soldier boy's arrival.

"ACTION!"

like before you sat cross legged on the set that was meant to resemble the make-shift tents that was used during the war to accommodate the soldiers. beds line both sides of the tent and the prop department had spared no expense by hanging oil lamps, calendars and pin-up girl posters around the tent on various cork-boards, alongside military-time radios and walk-talkies littered across the tables placed in the middle. you twirled your hair and bit your lip as your character was meant to be as "quiet, jumpy and naive as a button-nosed bunny" hence the cotton-tail. you weren't crazy about the character but for one hour and the pay check you're getting from vought? you could be anyone they wanted.

the tent flap flew open and in stepped soldier boy, his famous all-american smile plastered across his face as he slid his shield into place upon his back, before dramatically turning his attention to you and falling to his knees at your bedside. he carefully removes his burgundy gloves before slowly stroking your hair, attempting to comfort you despite his apparent lack of the skill. his strokes harder and rougher than need be, but you play it off to the camera.

"did those bastard commies hurt you? are you alright?" his hands slide and skid over your body before resting on your thighs, his thumb gently stroking your sticky skin. the summer heat was getting the better of you, but even under all of his layers, soldier boy seemed just fine. you shook your head and pouted up at him, placing your hand over his herculean one, mimicking his strokes.

"you saved me, my brave soldier." you enthusiastically lean in so that your forehead touched against his cold, metal helmet that only accentuated his deep, forest green eyes that you felt you could drown in. "how can i ever thank you, mr...?" you trailed off. soldier boy only replied with a twisted curl of his lip before peeling his hands off you and assuming the salute position.

"Major Cock, at your service, miss." with a nod of his head and a strong salute, he rests his hands on golden utility belt and lets his eyes hungrily roam your body. you unfurl your legs and sit spread-legged at the edge of the bed as your hands shoot up and rest upon his once again, with an innocent twinkle in your blown pupils. your eyes could make the strongest of men fall to their knees and bend to your will, but soldier boy was no ordinary man.

"oh, Major Cock, thank you." you sigh as you chew on your bottom lip and batting your eyelashes at him like trouble wrapped in cotton and purity, which you were anything but. "how could i ever repay you? my father is very rich and he'll pay you whatever you desire."

"what i desire ain't money, honey." his sincere grin turned almost sinister as he grabbed your hands tightly in his as you dramatically yelped in fake-pain. the people certainly weren't going to watch this for the acting, so there wasn't a need to try too hard. "i'm sure we can agree on a different form of payment. wouldn't you say so?"

"whatever are you thinking, Major Cock?" you feign naivety as you cock your head in consideration.

"why don't you show your saviour here," he reaches for his hunting knife and pokes the end of it under your crop-top, that was doing a horrible job of covering you up in the first place. "what you're hiding under here? gotta make sure you're not carryin' any weapons from the state enemy, don't i? or else i wouldn't be completing my service and we don't any problems, do we sweetheart?" he digs the tip into your soft chest and your heart hammers against your ribcage. this psycho hadn't used the prop-knife like agreed upon. he drags it down your stomach and stops at the waistband of your little panties, sighing with content admiring the red line that formed underneath. your fake fear quickly morphed into real fear as you reminded yourself to breathe.

"i don't want no trouble, no sir. i'll cooperate." you slowly remove your hands from his belt and pull your crop-top off with an urgency like never before. a small gasp fell past his plump lips as your breasts spilled out and laid bare for him to use. he reaches one hand down and gropes at your chest, squeezing and enjoying the fullness of you in his palm, before turning his attention to your already erect nipples. he roughly pulls and tugs on them, earning a whine from you and another smirk from him. he brings his knife up and gently taps the tip against your nipples before circling them. you hiss at the coldness of the blade against your sensitive buds, jerking with each flick of his knife. he tosses the knife to the side and you sigh a breath of relief that you didn't know you were holding before he dives down and connects his lips with yours, taking you by surprise. like a man starved, his mouth devours each of your moans as his hands continue to play with your tits. he sits down next you on the bed and dips his head to lick, kiss and bite your exposed chest, groaning as you roll back your shoulders and give him unfiltered access.

"no wonder they wanted to kidnap you with tits like these." he sighs in between enthusiastically sucking and kissing your erect buds. "they're nearly their own fuckin' weapon." he roughly laughs before biting down on them making you gasp and push him away in defiance. he swats your hands away and continues his torment, admiring the assortment of bite-marks that slowly bloomed on your skin. "wonder how good your pussy could be, if your tits are this great." he mumbles as his calloused fingertips find their way down to where you needed them most. angling you so that the camera could catch it all, he spreads your legs even further and hungrily observes the way your body flinches as his fingers ghost over your damp core. "pussy so good that men would kill for it." he hums, leaning in and pressing feather-light kisses against your neck.

"please be gentle, Major Cock. it- it's my first time." you hiccup as you nestle your heated face against his stubbled cheeks. your words almost made soldier boy double-take; the way you wore innocence like a second skin was deceivingly perfect, making him forget the reality of the situation. soldier boy tsk'ed and shook his head before caressing your cheek.

"don't you worry, soldiers always take good care of civilians. especially those as soaked as you." he muttered against your pulse as his fingers pulled aside the thin barrier that separated you from the remaining modesty you had left. the two of you groan in bless as he collects your wetness on his fingers and smear it all over your cunt before slowly easing them past your slick folds into your tight hole, inch by delicious inch. you immediately feel him scissoring his fingers, getting you ready for him and you could barely wait. his eyes barely left yours, he was too busy drinking in all your twitches and the way your breath hitches at his touch. he could do this all day.

after a few minutes of passionate kissing and vigorous finger-fucking, soldier boy couldn't wait anymore. he needed to taste you and it needed to be now. like a feather that weighed nothing, he pulled you on top of him as he laid down and positioned you so that your dripping cunt was right above his panting mouth. god, you smelled intoxicating, like rich honey during a summer's evening. your hands shot down and tried to cover yourself and the trimmed bush peeked out under the underwear, that clung onto your hips for dear life. he yanked your hands away and held them behind your back as he tugged you down so your folds rested on his full-bodied lips.

"didn't you want to pay me back? i risked my life for you, sweetheart." he murmured against your folds, his tongue delving in between. you hid your face in your shoulder as you absent-mindedly nodded and moaned in agreement. your body took over as you grinded your heat into his face, his tongue splayed out and ready for you to use for your own pleasure. he lapped up and welcomed each orgasm that washed over you as he eagerly sucked on your clit and explored your cunt with no shame. as the overstimulation hit you, you lifted your hips for a break and the sight beneath you took your breath away. his pornstache covered in your cum and slick. he kept direct eye-contact as his tongue peaked out and ran along the bottom of the stache, gathering your arousal and retreating back into his mouth with a wicked grin that showcased his deepening smile lines and crows feet. "i could eat this pussy all fuckin' day. but now i deserve that thankin' you were talkin' about, i think."

"huh?" is all you could manage before he flipped you back around and towered over you, still fully dressed in his supe-suit as you laid there with only your knee-socks and platform heels left on. he wasted no time in pulling down his zip and revealing his cock. the tip a glistening, soft pink that begging for attention as pre-cum had smeared all over it. he guided it to your lips and tapping them, tap tap tap, as if asking for permission. "i've never..." you mutter against his tip, giving it only a kitten lick making him loudly hiss.

"don't be shy, open that fuckin' mouth and show me how thankful you are." a choked gasp erupts from him as you wrap your glittery, pink lips around his tip, letting your tongue roll over it and taste him. your doe eyes gazing up at him in awe as you slowly took him, deeper and deeper, until he hit the back of your throat. the way you gag and splutter only spurs him on and his hips slowly buck into your hollowed-out mouth. "fuuuuck..." he drawled out as he threw his head back in pure bliss. tears threatened to form but before they had the chance to spill, he abruptly pulled out. "can't fucking wait any longer." he sighs as he pumps his cock, coating himself in his precum and your spit. he pulls a condom from his back pocket and expertly rolls it on before clutching your thighs with urgency and positioning himself in front of your entrance. your cunt stretched out and sucked in the thick head of his cock with no hesitation and soldier boy was sure it was the prettiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on. his strokes start out slow as you wince and whine underneath him. he clamps a hand over your mouth and shakes his head, wagging a finger right against your nose.

"can't let the others know, otherwise i'd get in trouble. they all wanna piece of you, but i don't fuckin' share." he leans down and in so that his mouth rests against your ear and whispers quietly enough, so that only you could hear. "told you i'd fuck that attitude out of you. bitch." his hips pick up their pace, your plush walls taking his thick cock so well, whilst you frowned and groaned underneath him. he messily pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit and rubbed in tight circles, laughing as you squirm and writhe in pleasure. your heels bounced against each other and clacked in unison with his deep and strategic thrusts. "i'm gonna keep you for myself, no one else is gonna get to fuck this pussy." he darkly chuckles. "mine now." he grunts as he watches your eyes flutter and your pussy clench at his words. with a few more deep strokes and the right amount of pressure on your clit, he spills into the condom as your final orgasm engulfs you. he connects your lips in one final, deep kiss before leaning his head against yours; your noses touching and shallow gasps mixing together. "that was one helluva thank you." he gasps.

"i thank you for your service, Major Cock." you say with a giggle as you give him a small salute with two fingers.

"CUT!"

your manager rushes forward with your signature pink bathrobe and envelopes you in it as soldier boy pulls out, chucks the condom to a poor intern and tucks himself back into his suit. you tie the robe shut and copy him, standing up and analysing him with a slight frown.

"give me a call when you're off, toots. think we could have more fun together." he gives you a curt nod before storming off set, interns and producers scurrying after him. and you can't help but think that he is right.

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Pornstache

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: smut.

Summary: Carlos puts on a moustache and it seems the effect was better than he imagined.

I woke up alone in bed in the morning, which wasn't unusual considering it was a race weekend, but Carlos got up earlier than usual so I started to get suspicious.

But since I didn't have to get up now, I went back to sleep and left it up to the alarm to wake me up at the right time.

When the alarm finally went off and it was time to wake up, I got up and went straight to the bathroom to have a shower before we left and as soon as I walked into the bathroom, I saw my boyfriend with just a mustache.

"Oh my God." I said shocked, looking at him.

"Tadam." He says and I'm still shocked.

"Why did you shave it off?"

"Well, we're in Italy and it's Luigi's home race so I decided to pay homage." He says excitedly. "You didn't like it?"

"I still don't know if I like it or not." I said and looked him up and down and saw that he was only wearing his underpants.”

"The mustache is up here." He says playfully and I roll my eyes and run my hands over his face. "So?"

"It's weird." He laughed. "But I have to admit you look very sexy like that."

"Yeah?" He asked, putting his hand on my waist and starting to kiss my neck.

"I need to take a shower."

"What a coincidence, me too." He said, taking off my blouse and making me laugh.

Instead of going to the bathroom, he picks me up and carries me to the bed and gets on top of me. Without much foreplay, we were both completely naked and Carlos was already inside me.

"You know what?" he stops.

"How about you get in on the action?"

"I thought you'd never ask." I switch positions getting on top of him.

I rest my hands on his chest as I begin to move up and down slowly.

He holds my waist and lifts his own, thrusting into me hard and fast, making me moan.

I start again with slow movements and gradually increase the speed, until I feel my apex approaching and the thrusts get deeper and faster, he grabs my breasts with his hands and squeezes, when I let out a louder moan, signaling that I've reached my apex.

I continued moving faster, and he reached his peak and so did I.

We caught our breath and he had a smile on his face.

I sit on his lap without taking his member out of me, just looking at his mustache.

"Can you take another round?" he asks and I agree.

As I was already on top of him, he just pulled me up, making me sit on his face and without giving me time to think, I felt his tongue on my pussy, and it was at that exact moment that I thanked God he had that mustache. I'm sure the feel of him in me made me come even faster.

When we'd finished, we decided to take a shower.

As soon as the hot water hits our backs, I feel the relaxation coming on.

He hugs me from behind and we stay like that for a few minutes.

"You know what we didn't do?" he looks at me confused, after I turn to him and just kneel in front of him, he already knows what's going to happen.

As soon as I reach the head, I suck slowly while he grabs my hair.

I start sucking him slowly and quickly, alternating between the two, keeping eye contact with him.

As I make the movements, he bites his lip and rolls his eyes, then he makes me go a little faster until he comes in my mouth.

He's a little shaky as I get up and he kisses me very hard.

Anyway, we finished showering and while I was in front of the bathroom mirror finishing my skin care, I felt him hug me from behind.

"Look, we've done enough exercise for the one hour we're awake. Actually, the one hour I’m awake." He laughs.

"I'm not after that. At least not now.” I laughed and wiped my face dry, then turned to face him. "Did you really like my mustache?"

"God knows how much." It was his turn to laugh. "Seriously, it feels completely different with just a mustache than with a full beard."

"Good to know."

"Now I can remember what I thought you looked like."

"Like what?"

"You look like a mob in a movie, or maybe a pornstar." Then he starts laughing.

"If we'd recorded what we were doing a while ago, I'd certainly be classified as a pornstar."

"We should have recorded it then."

"Are you serious?"

"If I didn't have to live every day in fear of someone finding it or it leaking, I'd definitely record us having sex." He's impressed and kisses me. "Get dressed because we have 20 minutes to be ready.”

"All right, I'll be right there." He releases me. "Have you sorted your clothes?"

"Not yet. But I already have something in mind."

He agreed and left, I did a quick make-up and then left the room to get dressed and that's when we left the hotel room to go to the race track.

…

As soon as we arrived, we could already see people's faces of shock and amazement when they saw Carlos' new style.

Either people would love it and think he was hot (like me) or they would think it didn't look good and that he looked strange without the rest of his beard.

"Woooooow, look at that." Charles says as soon as he sees him. "Y/n, you look lovely as always and you... What inspired you to leave just the mustache?"

"I thought I'd do something different, I was inspired by Luigi."

"Oh yeah, should we dress up as Mario and Luigi for the race tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." I say, making them laugh.

After chatting for a while, we went into the garage and I went to my usual corner while Carlos and Charles went to their driver's rooms to change and start qualifying.

The excitement on the race track was palpable as everyone prepared for the qualifying session. After my brief chat with Charles, I went to my usual corner in the garage, where I could watch all the action up close without disturbing anyone. Carlos and Charles, on the other hand, went to their driver's rooms to change and prepare for qualifying.

The atmosphere in the garage was one of total concentration.

Engineers, mechanics and strategists moved in a synchronized ballet of precision and efficiency. I knew that qualifying was crucial, and everyone was determined to do their best. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I waited for the session to begin.

When it finally started, the screens around me were filled with images of the cars leaving the pits and entering the track. Carlos was one of the first to leave, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation and the worry that was always present in me.

"Come on, Carlos, you can do it!" I muttered to myself, clenching my fists tightly.

The first few minutes of qualifying were intense. Carlos was visibly focused, doing fast, precise laps. The team was in constant communication with him, providing data and adjusting the strategy as necessary. I watched every lap with my heart in my mouth, hoping that he would manage to stay among the best.

"Carlos, we're seeing good lap times. Keep it up." The engineer's voice echoed through the speakers.

He responded with a simple "copy", but his determination was clear. The track was hot and the conditions were ideal for a fast lap. Carlos made the most of it, driving his car with skill and precision. Every corner was a masterpiece, every straight a battlefield where he sought every millisecond.

As the minutes ticked by, Carlos continued to climb the timesheets. The tension in the garage grew with every lap. I could hardly breathe, so absorbed was I in the action. Then, in the last sector of the track, he did something incredible. Carlos set a perfect lap, beating all the other times and putting himself in P1.

"That's it!" I shouted, unable to contain my excitement. Some team members flashed me complicit smiles, sharing my joy.

Carlos' engineer was also elated.

"Great job, Carlos! Pole position! Stay focused, we're going to review the data.”

"Got it. Thanks guys." Carlos' voice sounded firm, but I could sense the satisfaction in it.

The final minutes of qualifying were a mixture of tension and anticipation. Other drivers tried to beat Carlos' time, but he remained unbeatable. Each attempt failed to surpass his brilliant lap. When the timer finally went off, confirmation came: Carlos Sainz had secured pole position.

The garage erupted in celebrations. The team was hugging each other, celebrating the extraordinary result. I too couldn't help but shout with joy, jumping up and down with excitement. Carlos got out of the car with a triumphant smile, and was immediately surrounded by his team.

"Congratulations, love! You were amazing!" I said, as he approached.

"Thanks, Hermosa." He replied, his smile widening. "I told you I'd do my best."

He winked at me, and I felt my face blush again. Carlos was overjoyed, and I knew that this qualification was just the start of something even bigger. He was determined to win, and I couldn't wait to see what else he could achieve.

As he walked away to take part in the post-qualifying interviews and appointments, I couldn't help thinking that the first questions would be related to his new look.

"And what about your new look, what made you do it?" I could hear a journalist asking.

"Because we were in Italy, I decided to do something different and I took inspiration from Luigi for my look."

"And your girlfriend, what did she think?"

"She liked it a lot." He says with a suggestive tone that only I seem to understand.

"That's great. Thank you very much and congratulations on your pole position."

It was the last interview so he came straight to where I was waiting for him.

"I'm going to have a quick shower and then we can go to the hotel."

"All right." He kissed me and I started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It tickles." I said, referring to his moustache.

"You didn't complain earlier when I was sucking you..." at the same time, I put my hand over his mouth, preventing him from almost finishing.

"Eww." We heard Charles as he passed us. "Save that for when you're alone."

"He didn't even finish his sentence." I said.

"Yeah, but from his sentence and the fact that you covered his mouth so he wouldn't finish it, I can already imagine what it was." Then he went into his room.

"I didn't complain before and I'm not complaining now, it was just a statement of fact." I said.

"That's good because we're going to do a lot more than we did this morning."

"Good to know." I kissed him. "Now get in the shower because I want to go back to the hotel, put on my pajamas and eat a hamburger."

"Wow, and where am I on this plan?”

"You'll be next to me in bed eating a hamburger too."

"The day before the race? What a risk."

"Then you eat soup." He laughs.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower now."

...

In the end Carlos had to stay longer so I came to the hotel early. I took another shower before putting on my pajamas and going to bed.

I was watching TV and was almost asleep when I heard the door opening and I hoped it was my boyfriend because I wasn't in the mood to run away.

"Hey." I said to him as soon as I turned around and saw him taking off his sneakers.

"Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, I was almost there, but I hadn't slept yet."

"Sorry it took so long, it shouldn't have.”

"It's okay, I know how race week’s work." He kisses my forehead, changes his clothes and lies down.

"Come here." He pulls me on top of him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. "Good night hermosa."

"Good night, love."

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Bet on it ( Bradley bradshaw x reader ) part one

summary : everyone thought since they were best friend that their kids would be but after some unknown reason bradley bradshaw and y/n mitchell hated each other . after confrontation one night that leaves bradley in a dry spell well the guys make a claim and bradley's willing to bet and prove them wrong all he had to do was get into a relationship with the one person that couldn't stand him .

warning : enemies to lovers, bradley bit of a dick in the start not gonna lie , bet trope , age gap ( ten years hes 38 , she 28 ) this series is gonna be a roller coaster of emotions

They were soulmate platonic  where Mav was, goose was not far behind , both mischievous , both good at what they did . best friends til the end of time even if the time was short lived . so naturally people thought it would be the same with their kids and yet they were very wrong. It was like the two were fire and ice constantly going against each other whenever they got close .  there was a break she went to med school as bradley was back at top gun only for their secret feud to fire back up when she was transferred to a hospital right in san diego and of course she was able to win the hearts of the dagger squad and her turning up to the hard deck it was his worst nightmare come true . if they weren’t locked in the childish back and forth it was ignoring the other existence all together which honestly their friends preferred and as aggravating as y/n mitchell could be nothing was going to dampen bradley bradshaws mood tonight. He almost floated over to his friends the moment he step into the hard deck . the smile on his face was almost cheek splitting when they all looked at him . 

“ guess who got a date with the barista” he flashed his dazzling smile pulling the aviator to perch on his nose . 

“  nice even for you chicken” hangman nodded. 

“ well bagman you know i could give you some advice  , i mean i guess it been a dry spell” he shrugged taking his seat beside phoenix who rolled her eyes and called them both “ disgusting pigs”. 

“ yeah i don’t need advice we both now i do well and even better than you” . 

“ god you both ever gonna tire of the hook ups “ she groaned . 

“ hey this could be best date of my life and she could be the one” bradley smirked. 

Before they could even say more the door open and an excited y/n bounded towards them . 

“ i pass the interview i passed it” she yelled excitedly. 

“ wait the internship in new york?” nat asked unsure of how to feel . 

“ yes it’s not til six month from now but  in six month i will be heading to big city and studying under the greats of pediatrics “ she excitedly dance in her spot barely even sparing the usually happy man in her wake. 

“A date with hot ass woman and she leaving jesus this is my lucky day” rooster felt like crying he was so happy. 

“ in six month pornstache … wow playing in the dog park finally worked out good job” she smiled only for jake to lift her up and spin her around . 

“Knew you could do it , what i tell you this morning” he chuckled ruffling her hair. 

“ not to doubt myself “ she smiled bashfully . “ shit there’s my dad i’ll be back “ she giggled rushing off . 

“ or don’t that’s a good option “ rooster smiled. 

“ i don’t get why you don’t like her” fanboy mused . 

“ because you’ll learn like i did she’ll drop you like that no reason” he rolled his eyes sick of his friend constantly going on about how great she was honestly he thought the same one time and well he learned his lesson . 

“ people change or maybe you done something “ jake mused although he may of know more than he let on giving how close he and y/n got over the two years since she came to san diego. 

“ day that happens i’ll sell my bronco “ bradley scoffed. “ going to the mens room if my date comes tell her i’ll be out in a minute” . 

She stood watching the news sinking in from excitement to straight on nerves .  hoping he would show even a hint of happiness for her . 

“ it’s great news but we .. i just got you back” he smiled uneasy . 

“ it’s only a short flight and i’ll be home for holidays come on dad this is once in a lifetime opportunity i’m literally the youngest and female to be accepted on to this programme “ she almost pleaded with him . 

“ how long is it” 

“ two years with a chance to stay on in new york or head back to my residency here which i will because it will earn my spot on more paid job and more opportunities  it’s only two years and i can visit” she repeated . 

“ well i still got you for six months so i better make most of it i am proud of you but your my baby girl too … penny round on me to celebrate my daughters great work” he smiled sadly although he meant it when he said he was proud . 

“ i’ll have this one with you next one with the guys “ she smiled . 

“ sorry i was suppose to meet someone here and i don’t think i can see him “ a woman called making them turn . 

“ who you looking for honey “ penny beamed 

“ bradley bradshaw oh god i have the wrong place don’t i “ she chuckled . 

“  the wrong man i’d run if i was you” another woman scoffed. 

“ you sure he was charming when i met him “ the girls eyes widened . 

“ really rooster is great guy , don’t listen cheryl she as bitter as those gins “ y/n smiled . 

“ yeah great guy when he and hangman used me as pawn in their who can sleep with most women game , i think i was number 8 made me think i was special never felt the spark like it “ 

“ she’s drunk really rooster is great , he’s sweet and listens to good music “  y/n defended more although she didn’t know why he was an ass to her all time even though he was one that hurt her all those years.

“ sure look he already over there high fiving his friend “ cheryl smirked as the other girl eyes narrowed before y/n  could say anything the woman was barrelling over like a storm . 

Now as bradley looked up ready to greet his date what he didn’t expect was the slap across his face or the anger of a bull on her. 

“ you bastard i thought .. shit i thought one decent guy out there til that woman set me straight “ she pointed over at cheryl although bradley misread it  now he was pissed. 

“ whatever she said was crock of shit  trust me” he defended. 

“ so you and some guy called hangman didn’t have a sleezy contest i will not be a part of delete my number asshole “ was all she said before storming out the bar completely . 

“ she has got some nerve” was all bradley said before he storming towards the bar only he wasn’t going for the right person . 

“ what the hell is your problem  what me being happy isn’t good enough you have to ruin it “ he pulled y/n around as she almost looked shocked. 

“ i didn’t … i didn’t do anything” she stuttered out completely confused. 

 “ yeah you told her about stupid game me and hangman had … do you really like ruining things for me i mean life was great til you showed up here making everyone think your some little sweetheart when in actuality  your’re a cold hearted bitch” he scoffed. 

“ and you said he was a great guy” cheryl laughed . 

“ i guess i was wrong, drop dead rooster “ y/n walked off ignoring everyone’s calls . 

“ shit that girl defended you after i told your date what your really like jesus thanks for proving me right”cheryl saunter off playing her bill and leaving . 

“ wait wait what “ he froze . 

“ rooster what the hell .. you two used to love each other now god your at each others throat but never like that ...   i thought you were better than that .. godson or not you talk to her like that again we’re gonna have problems “ mav warned as he headed out the door .  leaving bradley looking like biggest dickhead in the hard deck head low and tail between his legs he headed back to the table the guys were bar nat and jake who probably fixing his fuck up . 

“ wow harsh man” payback whistled lowly . 

“ yeah not my finest moment “ he grumbled . 

That  sentence was like a mantra on his tongue hell he didn’t want to admit it the dry spell he was having which after his outburst completely extended it first couple of week no girl would even look his way hitting another bust as he headed back to the rest of his squad as y/n sat with jake as far as she could barely even looking his way til she ended up smiling at her phone and bidding the rest a farewell , he didn’t want to admit it but the complete freeze out was worse than before the fact she didn’t even give him a second thought was driving him crazy maybe  the dry spell was affecting him more than he thought . 

“ guess it was a bust” fanboy smirked. 

“ losing your status rooster”  javy laughed , 

“ maybe it for the best between him and hangman  they going to sleep through san diego or that was case” bob chuckled . 

“ now what i would love to see is either of them try a relationship they would fold the second things get serious” payback  pointed out . 

“ ok first ouch bob i’m nothing like bagman  and second i could do serious relationship with any girl “ he stood hand on hips . 

“ not any girl “ bob mused . 

“ baby on board is right not any girl “ jake leaned against the pool table maybe it was a risk and shit if it ended badly well he would hate it but he could see it , he could see it the moment she walked into the hard deck two years ago . 

“ i’d bet my bronco on it “ bradley stood falling into the trap hook line and sinker . 

“ you sure you wanna bet on something you’ll lose chicken ?”  he goaded willing him to take the bait . 

“ fuck it your on bagman name her , point her out” he stood toe to toe with the man . 

“ easy y/n “ that damn smile , the cocky one rooster loved to wipe of his face and yet this one was gonna be tough shit did he have it in him. “ you really are a chicken on it “ he had him hook , line  

“ your on “  sinker .

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🍨Bowl of ice cream: rooster and peach

Just Peachy

Summary: Bradley visits you at work and stumbles upon you in a peach sized predicament.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x afab!Reader

Warnings:Super fluffy, brief mention of frisky business, one curse word, that's all?

Word count: 1105

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The sweet smell of peach was the first thing Bradley noticed when he walked into the little bakery. He stood by the door scanning the shop as he tucked his aviators into his old academy shirt that was a bit too small on him but made his biceps look devine so he refused to part with it. He took in a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes briefly the smell of all the different sweets overtaking his senses. 

“She’s in the back you weirdo.” The brass voice of your younger sister flew his way. His eyes snapped open glancing in the eighteen year olds direction. He felt the smirk coming upon his lips as he sauntered around the customers that were milling about the store. He lifted the counter top and slipped through the opening before speaking to her.

“You’re mighty bold today I see.” He and your sister had a nice back and forth relationship. The closest thing to a sibling bond he’s ever had. She had been working in your bakery for a couple months now, needing some money and a part time job while in college. 

“You were scaring off all the customers standing by the door with your creepy pornstache.” She kept her voice low and gestured towards the door of the shop with the hand that wasn’t writing on a small chalkboard sign. He glanced at the words briefly, noticing something about peaches but not really focusing on what it said. 

“Hey, you said the stache looked just fine.” He held a hand over his heart and she rolled her eyes dramatically. The dramatic eye roll was one of the things you both had in common. 

“Get out of here, I’m sick of looking at your face.” He scoffed but did as she said, turning around and finding his way into the kitchen. He spotted your form quickly, huddled over a cutting board, knife in hand. He was quiet as he snuck up behind you, his arms wrapping around your middle as he pressed himself into your back. 

“How are you doing today, hot stuff?” His nose was buried in your neck before you could respond. You giggled lightly at the feeling of his mustache tickling your neck. 

“I am just peachy.” You giggled at your own joke as you looked down at the peach in your hand. He peered over your shoulder and let out a small laugh as well. 

“Not that I’m not happy to see you but I thought you were working late today.” You had set down the knife and the peach in your hand. You grabbed the towel tucked into your apron and wiped your hands off quickly. Bradley stepped back a foot letting you turn around. You leaned your back against the counter and gave him a sweet smile. 

“I did work late, it's already seven.” His eyes flicked to the clock hanging on the wall across the room. Your eyes got wide in return quickly flipping your wrist over to check the time on your watch. The bakery didn’t close for another hour and a half but you were still surprised at the time. 

“Oh my. I didn’t even realize it was getting so late. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with all these peaches for hours.” You gestured around the room and that’s when Bradley noticed the insane amount of peaches crowding the space. 

“This is an awful lot of peaches babe.” He held his lips together tightly trying to hold in a laugh at the bewildered look on your face. 

“I’ve already made like ten peach pies, a couple dozen muffins, two cakes and a dozen scones.” You threw your hands up in emphasis, eyes widening every so slightly.

“Is there a reason you have so many peaches?” He was genuinely curious, typically when you had a big order of anything you’d let him know. He however hadn’t heard of any big orders involving peaches from you recently. 

“If someone hadn’t distracted me while I was ordering produce last week I wouldn’t have ordered this many.” Your eyes narrowed at him, cheeks heating at the memory of last week, shifting on your feet. 

“You weren’t complaining last week.” He had a cheshire grin on his lips now. You had been in the office when he came in last week. Clad in his flight suit and a black t-shirt that hugged him in all the right ways. Things had gotten a little heated and had left you distracted while you were putting in your orders for the week. So instead of the twenty peaches you wanted to order for a few muffins and scones you had planned to bake you had received two hundred peaches. 

“Since you’re the one that put me into this mess you are gonna help me out of it.” It was your turn to have a large smile on your face. His eyebrows shoot up at the mischievous look in your eye. 

“Go wash your hands and grab an apron. You're gonna help me cut up some of these to freeze.” He groaned loudly as the words left your mouth. He didn’t actually mind helping however, it reminded him of all the times he would help his mom and grandmother in the kitchen growing up.

“Can I at least have a kiss first?” He puckered his lips at you and you looked as though you were contemplating whether or not you were gonna kiss him. He was about to complain before you stood on your tiptoes to land a quick kiss upon his lips. 

“Now get to work.” He gave a mock salute and made his way to grab an apron hung up by the sink. He tied it quickly before washing his hands and coming to stand beside you again. 

“How’d I get lucky enough to get such a take charge girlfriend?” The question was rhetorical and you both knew it but that didn’t stop you from answering him as you passed him his own cutting board, knife and bowl, the carton of peaches sat between you. 

“You have a really nice ass is all.” You shrugged at him nonchalantly giggling at the way his nose scrunched up. 

“Good to know that’s all you needed.” He looked at you however and instead of the smell of peaches taking over his senses it was the way you were looking at him. Your eyes held so much love and adoration it was all consuming. There would never be a day that he wouldn’t remind you just how lucky he was to call you his. 

A/N:This has taken forever to write and I am so sorry. I am hoping to get to the rest very soon. Thank you all for reading, likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @kmc1989 @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming

[telekineticseance]

NOISE COMPLAINT

kinktober day two: roleplay

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: "officer" remer arrives on a noise complaint call

genre: smut

word count: 1932

cw: oral sex (m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), handcuffs, unprotected sex

author's note: this one was a lot of fun to write because i love writing silly remer moments

You groaned as you finished looking at yourself in the mirror, the black lingerie with the stockings and heels were a little over the top but Remer had specifically messaged you, asking you to put them on before he got home because he had something planned and said it was VERY important you wore that specific outfit.

The knock at the front door caused you to jump as you quickly grabbed your robe, wrapping it around as you walked towards the door. “Shit shit shit,” You whispered under your breath, looking through the peephole to see who it was only to see the peephole covered and blurry, “I fucking told him to fix that.” You muttered before opening the door seeing an officer standing at the door.

“Uh hello.” You spoke softly causing the officer to spin around. You were taken aback by the familiar face of your boyfriend with a serious look on his face as he looked at you, along with a cheap party store pornstache.

“Hello ma’am, I was called about a noise complaint coming from this establishment.” He spoke up, holding the very large belt buckle that sat on his waist.

You tried to hold back a laugh as you gave him a blank stare with the occasional blinking.

He got a little closer, leaning in, “It’s me. Remer. Your boyfriend.” He whispered softly.

“What are you doing?”

“I am here on a call of a noise complaint. Can I come in and have a look around?” He asked leaning back into his earlier position, thrusting his hips in the air as he rocked on his heels for a moment, keeping his hands on the belt buckle.

You continued to give him a look, confused as he continued to rock on his heels, eyes scanning you. “Doug..”

“Excuse me ma’am but it’s Officer Remer. Now please let me in to um…investigate?” He spoke the last part almost as if it were a question.

You let out a small sigh, deciding to play along with him, “Do you have a warrant?”

His eyes widened as he parted his mouth to speak, closing it, before speaking again, “I uh..I..” He dropped his hands to his sides as he started to pout slightly, “Really?”

“Really what? Do you have a search warrant?” You paused, you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the door frame, “I know my rights, Officer Remer.”

He let out a small groan, reaching his hand into his pocket before pulling out a piece of paper, “Here’s that search warrant.” He gave you a small wink as he placed the paper in your hand.

You took the paper and skimmed over it before looking back at him, “This is a receipt for a cop costume.”

“Babe please.” Remer pouted again, practically stomping his feet at the fact you weren’t really playing along to the little scheme he had obviously been thinking about for a while.

You let out a sigh before returning your gaze back to the paper, “Oh I see you do have the right paperwork Officer. Please come in.” You dramatically moved to the side, motioning for Remer to come in, as he started to walk in, his shoes making loud thumping noises as he walked.

“So when was the noise complaint made Officer?” You asked, closing the door behind Remer, turning your gaze to him. His fake mustache was very obviously starting to fall off on one side and he noticed you looking before raising his hand to lay it back down before speaking up, “Just a few minutes ago. Said they heard screams and wanted to make sure nothing bad was happening.”

“Screams? Oh well nothing like that here I’m afraid. Just me all by my lonesome self.” You responded, getting an idea as you lowered the shoulder of your robe slightly, revealing the strap to the bra, along with a little bit of the breast part as well.

Remer turned his gaze from looking around to looking at you before gulping slightly at the sight of you slowly revealing lingerie. “Something the matter Officer?”

He quickly cleared his throat in response, straightening out as his gaze narrowed, “Well with no proof of it being quiet I’m afraid I will have to give you a ticket of some sort.” He pulled out a notepad as he said this, along with a pen which he tapped lightly on his tongue before writing, causing you to let out a small laugh.

“Ma’am this is no laughing matter.”

“You’re right, officer, I'm completely sorry. Please continue.”

You watched as he finished writing, ripping the page from the notepad before handing it to you with a terribly hidden shit eating grin on his face. “Now uh.. if you don’t want to have a ticket I’m sure we can find out.. other ways of payment?” He spoke while wiggling his brows and biting his bottom lip lightly.

The sound of your heels clicked on the floor as you walked across the room to the chair where you sat, crossing your legs and opening your robe so he could see the stockings and garters. You undid the tie around your waist as you let the shoulder of the robe drop even lower, “Oh dear officer. You’re right I don’t have the money for this.. What other forms of payment did you have in mind?”

Your gaze looked at him, trying to have the same pouty look porn stars give when they couldn’t pay for their pizza from the pizza guy.

“I have a few ideas.” He pulled out some handcuffs from the little side pouch he had and let them dangle on his finger, “Might have to take you down to the station though.”

You continued to try not to laugh from how silly this was becoming. “Oh dear, officer. If you insist.”

You stood up from the chair, dropping the robe down to the floor before walking over to Remer with your arms out, “Do what you need to do.”

His eyes scanned you as he licked his lips, before taking his bottom one in between his teeth. His hands moved to arms, forcing you to turn around before putting the handcuffs on your wrists.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do, officer?” You asked him, looking at him over your shoulder. “I think if you just gave me a minute of your time we could get this sorted out. I mean after all you said you had a few ideas.”

Remer’s grip on your wrists loosened before he turned you back around, “Get on your knees.”

You slowly got down to your knees, looking up at your boyfriend as you did so, before watching him start unbuckling his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring out from underneath.

His hand started rubbing at his length, as you watched from his face down his hand. He used his other hand to messily collect your hair before he moved towards your mouth, putting his tip against your lips, “Open.”

You quickly obeyed, opening your mouth before he thrusted in. He started thrusting more aggressively than usual, but it wasn’t like you really minded.

The only noises that escaped from Remer were the soft pants and moans he would make when he would have his cock in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around causing him to let out a deep groan, the grip on your hair tightening.

You felt your clit start to throb and ache from the sounds he would make, the feeling of him making you want him even more than you normally would.

You tried to move your wrists away from the handcuffs, hoping that you could relieve some sort of pressure from yourself by using your own hands but the handcuffs were surprisingly well made and unable to break.

His hips started to stutter as he thrusted, the occasional gagging you had against his length starting to slow. You felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat before he came, one last groan escaping from his mouth.

He pulled out, watching you swallow and wiping the excess cum from the side of your lips.

“What a good girl.” Remer’s voice spoke deeply as he grabbed your arm lifting you from the ground.

“Now about that noise complaint.” He spoke before turning you around, pushing you down to bend over the counter before pulling your panties down to your ankles.

He ran his fingers along your slit causing you to let out a gasp, digging your nails into your palm once he inserted the fingers.

“So wet already and I’ve hardly touched you.” He curled his fingers inside, pumping them a few times before pulling out causing you to whine.

“Calm down, I barely even pulled away.” He teased before you felt him slide his cock in causing you to let out a moan, feeling your walls stretch from the size. One of his hands held onto your waist, while the other grabbed the chain of the handcuff, holding himself stable while he thrusted.

The sounds spilling from your mouth were a mixture of moans and curses, feeling like the whole room was going black. Of course you and Remer had tried handcuffs before, but something about this time was different and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You felt Remer’s hand move from the handcuffs as he started to rub at your clit while he thrusted, causing chills to run down your spine, the sounds of your moans increasing.

“Fuck Doug,” You whimpered out, knowing how much he loved when you used his first name. Everyone called him Remer, it was his thing, even you called him that. But the sound of you moaning his name was music to his ears.

He thrusted faster, the tight grip on the chain just getting tighter before he lifted you up to where your back was pressed against his still clothed torso. You turned your head to look at him before he started kissing your neck, sucking and licking, everything he could to make sure to leave a few marks.

You felt chills start to build up throughout your body, feeling like you were going to explode. “So close.”

“Me too baby. Me too.” He whimpered into your ear. You loved the noises he would make when he came. A mixture of whines and whimpers as his hips stuttered, the noises almost sounded feminine when he did.

Suddenly, the chills in your body reached the highest point before it was almost like it stopped, your walls flexing around Remer’s cock as you felt his pacing grow sloppy, his heart racing against your back before he came for the second time that evening.

The breathing between you two was heavy, the occasional moan slipping out.

Shortly after, you felt Remer unlock the handcuffs, throwing them on the counter in front of you before turning you around so your ass was pressed up against the counter.

He pushed his lips into your, the feeling of the fake mustache he still wore causing you to giggle before he pulled away, “What’s so funny?”

You raised your hands pulling the mustache off his face, throwing it to the side. “I think you look better with a clean shave.” You whispered, lightly running your thumb across his upper lip.

“And I think maybe we should try doing a doctor one of these next?” He asked before kissing you once more.

[remersgf]

doug remer hcs 💌

doug remer x (mostly)fem!reader

sfw & nsfw

enjoy!

sfw:

- hates doing his own laundry but loves doing yours

- definitely doesn’t pocket one of your panties

- (yes he definitely does)

- likes to pick out your nail color when you get your nails done

- usually picks out like hot pink or something kinda obnoxious

- he likes to come with sometimes, once he got a pedi with you and he was in heaven

- calls you honey and baby 🤭

- generally goes easy on petnames though

- really likes to hold one of your boobs while spooning or sleeping, not in a sexual way; he just likes the warmth & squishiness. it’s comforting to him

- really just likes your tits in general

- kisses the top of ur head :((

- also likes to squeeze ur cheeks together and kiss your puckered lips

- loooves when you play with his hair or tug on it he MELTS

- if you have curly hair, he’ll twirl it around his fingers absentmindedly all the time

- and washes it for u!! you taught him and now he’s obsessed

- love language is physical touch and acts of service

- loves bringing you trinkets; whether it’s a rock he found on the side of the road or a tiny clown figurine he bought

- i feel like his scent is really strong LMAO

- not in a stinky way, but like if he slept in your bed or something you’d smell remer on the pillows for a few days

- bisexual or unlabeled tbh

nsfw:

- boob n thigh man fosho

- slaps his dick against ur face when ur about to give him head

- lightly though obv. playful.

- (channeling orgazmo matt stone) one time u convinced him to grow a pornstache and he called it the ‘kitty tickler’

- i feel likes he’s a rlly sexually natured person (am i projecting)

- his sex drive is so high omg

- he’s usually always in the mood but he’s able to hold back so as to not make you uncomfortable

- be prepared to FUCK LIKE RABBITSSSS

- service soft dom vibes

- but can also be subby as hell

- HE WHIMPERS‼️

- and also lowkey moans like a chick i will die on this hill

- super vocal during sex

- reaaalllyyyy talented at eating you out and he LOVES it

- same w sucking u off!! (m!reader)

- no joke he could and would eat you out for hours

- would be SO down to a threesome with coop

- loves loves loves to tease you

- in bed but also in public too

- during sex i feel like he’d love controlling ur orgasm and edging you

- teasing you and teasing you until you can’t take it anymore!!!

- in public he’d whisper filthy things into your ears

- ‘when we get home, if it’s cool with you, i’m gonna fuck so hard till all the thoughts in your pretty head disappear. poor thing won’t be able to walk in the morning’

pt.2 likely coming soon <3

[princessbrunette]

https://www.tumblr.com/starfxkr/740268613782683648/summer-of-72-john-b-x-reader-stealers-wheel

i forget which anon said something abt 70s john b but now it wont leave my mind - 🐰

humping john b’s dumb pornstache that he experimentally grows out <3

[mayflora-18]

I don’t know if you guys could tell from my previous likes so far, but Roach is my favorite character in Call of Duty and most certainly my comfort character.

I don’t know what I find more infuriating: that pornstache Shepherd killed him and Ghost in the original game and then proceeded to light them on fire, or that Roach has yet to make an appearance in the reboot! Grrr!!

Truth be told, the only reason - and I mean the only reason - I got into CoD was because I was scrolling through YouTube looking for nightcore cover songs to role play to and I found one with the background being Ghost when he was talking to Laswell about the missiles he and Soap found. You know, like this:

And since I have a weird fascination with skulls, I was like “hot soldier with a skull face? I must have more!!” After that I found out who he was and fell into the Ghost x Soap fanfic rabbit hole on Twitter where I proceeded to question my sexuality while I was working. I eventually came out the other end at Archive of Our Own, or AO3 for short.

I saw some mentions of a character called “Roach” and thought for some reason that I could find him on YouTube? Anyway, I made the mistake of clicking on the first video I saw, which showed Ghost and Roach getting shot by Shepherd, thrown in a ditch, and lit on fire while Price was trying to warn them over the comms. Not gonna lie, I came very close to crying. I wanted to, but I couldn’t (darn my internet-induced desensitization 😡)

So I was working on my Call of Duty OC and I thought to myself “she don’t need no man!” And then I read “Fire Meets Gasoline” by Red_Clegane on AO3 and I was like “but she’s gonna want that one!” (18+ plz don’t read if you’re a minor)

I thought that before I make something happen between these two, I should at least learn about the man first.

For a while I was kicking myself for being all “it’s not fair that he’s fictional and my boyfriend is a heckin’ saint I’M SUCH A DESPICABLE HUMAN BEING!” I quickly recovered when 1.) I found cute headcannons of roach x reader that made me almost melt and 2.) I realized that since I have made my OC’s personality so close to mine, regardless of who Roach would be with, both of us would be the Mitsuri to his Obanai. And if you don’t know who I’m talking about:

Mitsuri Kanroji ⬇️ and Obanai Iguro ⬇️ (Demon Slayer). ⬇️ ⬇️

So yeah, now I love him.

Thanks for reading guys! Have a good rest of your day!!

Edit: no pressure tag @redclegane

[obxcc]

sweetheart!reader . . . organized

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ the annoyingly sweet girl next door. that was the easiest way for rafe to describe you. to say you were singlehandedly the best thing to ever traipse into his life would be too much work.

pairing . . . poguedealer!rafe x sweetheart!reader

author’s note . . . we alllll saw @princessbrunette tb that 6’5 mf pogue!rafe and i needed him to be that dealer who always smokes his cute lil neighbor up so i made this to quench my thirst

index . . . ꩜ smut , 𝜗𝜚 fluff , ⟡ angst

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ daydreams

after they get together.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ blurbs

where it all began ꩜

p.s. this is our man and who we’re working w in my head! tho most times that bleached mullet and pornstache are what i see first despite writing scenes around the first pic so far😭

[soldiersgirl]

SEE ME AFTER CLASS .ᐟ

summary ⭑ good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught and the professor is about to teach his favourite student a very important lesson on responsibility. (part one) / (part three). cw ⭑ pornstar!reader x pornstar!soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut (mdni). porn with some plot. corny porn names. mean soldier boy. veiled threats. professor x uni student dynamic. manipulation. kissing. finger sucking. light slapping. sir kink. spanking. degradation. praise. dirty talk. begging. shoe shining (?). protected p in v (safe sex work is important). doggy. choking with tie. name calling (slut, whore, doll, dollface, teacher's pet). female masturbation. cumming on face. swallowing. word count ⭑ 4,567 words (lmao)

honestly, you thought you would never see him again. sure, it was... fun to work with him that one time and you really thought that it would be a one-time thing. you never really understood, or dared to question, how vought thought this would help soldier boy's image, but you were proven wrong immediately. sales for soldier boy merch sky-rocketed and similarly, the sales of your previous works on VHS went flying off the shelves. the people loved you together and each fan-mail you received were begging for you to reunite. you tried for months to put it off, wanting to keep the creative control over your own career. but with vought's offers becoming more lucrative, more rewarding, you couldn't deny them or him any longer.

and here you found yourself. on another set, in another dress that was too short for your own good and another smirking soldier boy standing behind you as you got your make-up touched up and hair styled to perfection in two cute pigtails. you brushed away the stylist and you frowned at yourself in the mirror as soldier boy reached forward and tugged on your 'tails before letting out a wry chuckle. you twisted around in your chair and gave him a scowl that naturally formed whenever he was around, but it quickly turned into surprise. he was devoid of his usual supe-suit and instead a tight white shirt hugged his muscled chest with a dark-green tie nestled around his neck and round frames perched on his tall bridged nose. he tilts his head, smirking like he knows exactly what you're thinking, gazing at you over his glasses.

"ready to be taught a lesson?"

"i'm ready for this to be over already." you sneer before turning back around, just catching his smirk faltering. "still got that monstrosity you call a moustache, huh?" you nod towards his infamous pornstache, still trimmed and styled to perfection. he would have it no other way.

"god, i had forgotten how much of you bitch you were." he hums before leaning down behind you and gazing into the mirror, much like the first time you met, and running his hands over his quaffed hair, tucking down any strays. "plus, i don't remember you complainin' when you were riding my face like a fuckin' rollercoaster at disney. so shut your shitten trap if you know what's good for you." he bristles as he smooths his stache over with his pointer finger.

"looks like you didn't fuck me hard enough last time. common issue for you, isn't it?" you cock your head to the side and pout at his reflection, only earning a grunt in return as his eyes never leave his own face.

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to think of anymore of those witty comebacks you got there." the threat rolls naturally of his tongue as he tightens his tie and gives himself a nod. he lazily gazes down at you and offers a sideways grin. "if i didn't know any better, sweetheart, it's almost like you're begging to be ruined." he grabs the back of your head and forces you to look at yourself as he leans in and whispers. "don't you worry, the professor is gonna show you what a good fuckin' does to a bitch, like yerself." he nips at your earlobes and shoves your head forward before straightening himself up and walking to his dressing room to prepare himself for his big scenes. although your cheeks heated up with embarrassment at how quickly you fell under his spell, you couldn't deny the way your thighs clenched together at his promising words.

after working with soldier boy for the first time, no one had really lived up to him since. you had tried to find substitutions, tried to find the same excitement and thrill that coursed through your body at the touch of his hand or lips against yours, but to no avail. although you despised the man and everything he represented, you loved what he did to you.

as you bent down to buckle your mary-janes and pull up your patterned knee socks, you took a second to gaze over the set. wooden university desks were scattered around the room with books open to random pages and pencil cases spread about the set-up classroom. an old-fashioned military green chalkboard had been hung up and the set coordinators had even taken the time to scribble some drawings and equations across it alongside today's date in the corner. to make the set more believable soldier boy's oak desk had been cluttered with various half-marked essays, a gold-rim typewriter, a forgotten cup of coffee and a plaque that read "professor b. dover". you shot up and ran your finger over the indented letters, shouting over your shoulder to anyone in earshot.

"what does the b stand for?"

"ben, my real name." you flinch as soldier boy's strong hands come up and rest on your shoulders, causing your hand to fall and your shoulders to stiffen.

"so, professor ben dover? like bend over?" you scoff as you peel his hands off you and swivel to face him. he chuckles and nods as you roll your eyes. "is everything just a joke to you?" you sigh.

"lighten the fuck up, doll. not everythin' has to be so fuckin' serious." he tugs on your pigtail again and your head jerks along with it. you wince in sudden pain and this time, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "try to have some fun for once, eh? wouldn't kill you." he walks around and settles himself in his red velour chair, running his broad hands over the armrest with a smirk, enjoying the soft fabric beneath his rough fingertips. much like how he loves them against your soft skin. he pulls and tugs on his sleeves as you silently sit down by one of the desks and wait for the director to brief you and call action. you sigh and twirl on your hair as you rest your eyes dance around the room before naturally settling on soldier boy and his hypnotic gaze. although nothing is said, everything is shared and he has you exactly where he wants and you both know it.

"so! exciting, ain't this? the people loved you the first time, so this is gonna make us all very rich." the director clutches his clipboard as his eyes flicker between the two of you, each wearing an unimpressed reaction. "right. uh, it's the well-loved storyline. irresponsible college student misses a deadline and fails the class and her caring professor is willing to bend the rules to help her pass, but..." he holds his hands out to allow you to answer, like an interactive theatre stage. you raise your eyebrows in surprise and gaze at soldier boy for a second, his expression equally as confused.

"but i gotta fuck him first." you mutter.

"exactly!" he yells in delight. he gives his clipboard a smack, glances back over at the interns and set crew as they signal that the cameras are ready and the lighting is in place. "let's make some money." he gives you both a thumbs up before he rushes back into his director's chair and yells "ACTION!". you immediately enter the mindset of your character and forget the dislike for your co-actor that simmers under your skin.

"any reason why you stayed behind after class, young miss?" soldier boy raises his eyebrows as he tugs down his circular frames and lets his eyes roam over you, sitting cross-legged behind your worn-wooden desk with a slight pout on your glossy lips. you loudly sigh and close your math book before resting your chin in your hand and gazing right back at him. as he leans back and crosses his large arms, the velour chair squeaks as it struggles to hold his muscled build.

"i know i failed your class, professor dover, but i need your help. my best friend said she had made a deal with you before and... i really need to pass." your long, manicured fingers run along the edges of your book as you nibble on your bottom lip and bat your large eyelashes at him. he couldn't help but scoff, you played the role of innocent student almost too well, but he quickly caught and corrected himself.

"you can call me ben, we're outside of office hours." he starts before settling his judging gaze on you. "but... let me get this right." the chair creaks as he leans forward and rests his forearms on the desk, sighing loudly. "you think you can just bat your little eyes at me and i'll let you pass?" you lean back, skirt your fingers across the hem of your sundress before you uncross your legs to flash your underwear and cross them again the other way whilst you shake your head. soldier boy sucks his teeth and tuts loudly at the sight of your cute underwear. he couldn't wait to dive into them, like before, and feel how wet you are for him.

"oh, no, professor. uh, sorry, ben. not at all. i wouldn't–" you stop yourself and brush your hair away from your face. "i'll do anything to pass, sir. please. my dad's gonna be so mad if i don't pass this semester." you lean over your desk, resting your chest on top of your book and exposing your cleavage to him. "are there any extra-curricular activities i can do? anything i can help with?" you let one of your sundress straps glides down and rests on your upper arm, exposing more of your breasts. "i'm a quick learner, sir." you put on your best act for the cameras, wearing the role of innocent student like a second skin; second nature. you were just simply a desperate student begging for help from her older, wiser professor.

"yeah, i bet you fuckin' are." soldier boy scoffs under his breath before running his hand over his gelled hair and looking up at you with a smirk as his eyes dart down to your chest. "listen, doll. i–" you interrupt him by shooting up and walking around to the front of his desk, clasping your hands together in desperation.

"mr. dover. please. i'll do anything, anything you want!" you lean forward and grasp his hands in your small ones, a pleading glint in your eyes. your tits are almost spilling out the top of the dress and he lets out a low groan. he could barely even contain himself any longer.

"alright, alright." he throws up his hands, palms facing forward, signalling for you to stop your begging. "i'll help you, but first, i gotta teach you a lesson on obedience and responsibility. wouldn't you agree?" it was his turn to grab your hands, holding you frozen in place as he uses the other to forcefully grab your chin. "can't believe i have a classroom filled with sluts like you." he sneers, his nose scrunching and his glasses lifting, framing and highlighting the hunger in his eyes. "i've seen the way you look at me in class. the way you fuckin' bite your lips whenever i even glance at you. the way you clench those thighs beneath the shortest fuckin' skirts and dresses, i've ever seen." he huffs as your mouth gapes in embarrassment at each of his damning words. your hands instinctively crawl up your thighs and press themselves against your weeping core, just to feel any kind of relief. you caress and glide your fingers delicately over your most sensitive bundle of nerves, wishing it was his hands instead as he continues to deliciously degrade you. "such a dirty girl, aren't ya? i bet no one's ever touched ya, the way i will. the way you really want to be touched. used." all you can do is mindlessly nod in return, a slow grin taking up your face before he gives you a small slap. you open your mouth to complain but, he takes the opportunity to jab his thumb into your mouth and admiring the way your tongue curls and slides over it, sucking on it like your life depended on it.

he couldn't wait anymore.

he pulls his thumb out, reaches around and grabs the nape of your neck before yanking you forward over his desk and crashing his lips against your own. he devours each of your mewls and moans, smirking to himself at how quickly you fall under his spell. your hands skim over his upper body, feeling the white, tight shirt under your fingertips and finally, clutching onto his biceps as you let yourself succumb to his touch. he tugged back your head and revelled in the sight of your bitten, swollen lips as you tried to catch your breath, but soldier boy was never one to be patient. he grabbed one of your perfectly braided pigtails and tugged on it, almost leading you like a dog on a leash, around the desk until you're stumbling in front of him, as he settled back into this chair. his large hand brushes over your hair, trying to get it into place before fully leaning back and just watching you. your heaving chest, your trembling knees, and your blown pupils.

"christ.." he mumbles under his breath. "take them fucking panties off. it's time for your punishment, dollface." he pushes back his chair and slaps his lap before caressing it, inviting you. tempting you. you couldn't help but gasp as it dawned on you what he had in mind and you couldn't have tugged down your cute, cotton underwear any faster. you let them stay bunched at your ankles as you leaned yourself over his broad lap, his large frame swallowing you as you lay there at his mercy. his fingers traced the hem of your sundress, lifting it slowly as he watches it dance over the curve of your ass and settle in the dip of your back. "now, you know the rules, don't ya? you gotta count out loud and so, help you god, if you stop then we start all over again until you can fuckin' get it right." he palms your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before kneading them like dough and laughing dryly as you hang your head and only nod. SMACK! "answer your professor." you yelp out in pain, your head wrenching back and your legs futilely kick.

"yes, yes! yes, sir." you whimper. he gives you a nod before muttering a "good girl." and letting a second smack reverberate around the carefully curated classroom. "one!" you yell out. SMACK! "two!". SMACK! "three.." you gasp. each smack was harsher than the last, tears brimming in your eyes. you couldn't hear much besides your heartbeat in your eyes, but between the deafening beats, you could hear soldier boy's low chuckles between each assault on your delicate skin. he smooths his palm over your cheek, laughing as you squirm under him.

"only two more, good girl. you can do it, can't you? you're a big girl now. big college student who is gonna fuck her professor to pass." his taunting tone only adds to your pain and your undeniable pleasure. usually, your co-actors were sweet and somewhat rough, but soldier boy always gave you what you desired most, no matter how much you try to deny it. a groan from you, followed by another strike to your reddened cheek and a drawn-out "fooouurr...." as you let the tears run down your face and over your gasping mouth. SMACK! "five." you cry out and hiss, your body finally relaxing as he coos, leaning down to flutter kisses over the branded curve of your ass. he pulls you up and sits you on his lap, encircling his arms around you and hugging you tight as you share short pecks that grew increasingly more urgent; the desire simmering right below the surface. he slowly pushes his off his lap and down onto the floor, sitting your slick clit right against the tip of his shoe. he flicks his chin up, indicating for you to lift your arms and he tugs off your flimsy sun-dress and throws it carelessly across the classroom.

"now, my shoe needs shining, doll. you can help with that, can't you? said you'd do anything." he leans in and down, gliding his calloused fingertip down the bridge of your nose before tapping your nose tip. "get to fuckin' work." he lifts his oxfords up and bumps them against your slick folds, making you yelp and latch onto his thigh for support. you spread your legs more and settle against his shoe, rocking your hips and rubbing your clit against the top of his shoe. the sensation of the laces and bumps against your folds and unattended clit made you feel dizzy. no man had ever made you feel this desperate for praise, for their approval. and no man had ever expected this of you, but for soldier boy, you were willing to do anything. you gritted your teeth and frowned deeply as you concentrated on rutting and grinding, spreading your arousal all over his expensive shoes, fulfilling his wishes.

he loosened his tie and patted your head as you whined and moaned beneath him, your claw-like nails digging into his full thighs. he pulled off his tie and looped it around your neck, tightening it until rested nicely between the valley of your breasts, his fingers skimming gently over you; making you shiver and moan in anticipation. his touch, his attention was like a drug you couldn't get enough of. whenever he gazed upon you it was like the sun shone only on you and made you glow in its glory. he cupped your cheek and kept your gaze on him as he bumped and lifted his shoe against your glossy folds and basked in your mewls and protests.

"hm, such a teacher's pet. willing to do anything for a good grade." he hummed, his thumb dragging across your cheek and pinching it. "let me see how much of a mess you've made." he roughly pushes you off his shoe and you land with a small yelp. he lifts his shoe an inch of the floor and a gasp falls past his lips. his eyes catch the camera as he angles his oxfords against the harsh set lights; his shoe glistening with your dripping arousal. "haven't even fuckin' touch your cunt yet and you're so soaked." he groans in approval.

"ple– please, touch me, sir. i need you. need you." you sat up on your knees and reached out, your hand grazing over his growing bulge that was barely suppressed in his black slacks. "need to pass." you mumble as you attempted to open his belt, but he quickly brushed your hands away with a devilish grin as he gazed down onto you. like a king with an effortless sense of authority and you were nothing but his adoring follower.

"needy lil' girl. huh? you need to pass, you need to get fucked, you need my cock. you think you deserve any of it, doll? hm?" his grin softens as he toys with the tip of his tie, which sat snugly around your neck. "you think you make the rules around here? since when can a ditzy slut like you make decisions?" he grabbed and tugged on it like a dog leash, bringing you to your feet and following swiftly behind. his hands reached up and smoothing the top of your head, running his hands over your frizzy pigtails, teasingly down the side of your neck, over your shoulders until they circled and tugged on your hardened nipples with a sigh of content. you stand on your tiptoes and tenderly kiss his lips, his stubble grazing against your chin and cheeks as your tongue lapped against his. each harsh tug on your nipples was followed by flittering touches, each bite of your lip was followed by a soft moan from him.

he was as harsh and untameable as the sea, but interchangeably as soft and delicate as a soft summer breeze. he gives you one final peck and places his round spectacles on your face, offering you a small smile before he leads you to stand to the side of the desk and facing away from him, out toward the classroom. behind you, you hear the promising sound of his belt unbuckling and an expectant shudder runs down your back. you twist to peek over your shoulder, but your head is immediately shoved back around and you let out a school-girl giggle. the clang and swoosh of his slacks falling to the floor, the familiar sound of a condom packet opening and a loud hiss as he lazily jerks his leaking cock.

"now do like my fuckin' name and ben dover." he chuckles to himself and thankfully, you were facing away from the camera, as you dramatically rolled your eyes before he pushes you down onto the desk by the back of your head with a grunt. you fumble as the glasses almost fall off your nose and you push them up, just in time to look back and catch the sight you had been looking forward to. his hair tousled, his shirt unbuttoned and his large cock aching to be stuffed in between your familiar folds. he ran his tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices and gently tapping it against your clit. your knees buckled and your heart threatened to beat out of your ribcage; you could barely wait another second. a glob of spit lands in soldier boy's rough hands as he fists his cock one last time before prodding your entrance before deliciously sinking into you. your folds and walls welcoming him as your legs shake beneath you and soldier boy shudders behind you as he buries himself deep into you. your pussy clamped down and clenched around him as he caught his breath, before tortuously dragging himself back and slamming into you with no warning. you shot forward and held onto the edges of his oak desk for support as he picked up his pace, his balls rocking into your clit with a steady beat.

"fuck, oh my god, siiiir." you drone as his tip expertly nudges against your cervix, each thrust turning your brain to mush. "fuck, fuck! ngggh–!" his harsh grip on your hips tightens as he relentlessly slams into you. his breath ragged and his eyes wild as he takes in the sight of you beneath him, all for him. in this moment, the two of you completely forget the crew on set and lose yourselves in the sensation of taking out each other's frustrations on one another. he leans forward and fumbles for a second before grabbing the length of his green tie and tugging it back. your constricted airways make your eyes flutter as he wraps it around his large fist, burying himself deeper into you. the desk groans and squeaks under the force and weight of soldier boy ramming into your aching cunt.

"i warned you." he chuckles into your ear as he picks up momentum and fucks into you at a superhuman pace. you're reminded of his harsh words from before and you silently accept your fate. "should start callin' you the teachers whore." he gasps against your neck in between vigorous thrusts, grazing his teeth against your pulsating vein. "gonna teach you how to take a real cock, how to get fucked like a real whore. you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" an absence of an answer from you makes him tug on the tie, you gasp and struggle for air before he relents. "wouldn't you, dollface, hm?" he repeats.

"yes, yes! please, oh my god. teach me, please. i wanna be your pet, teacher's pet." you choke out. he releases his unyielding grip around the tie, making you fall forward and heave for air, pushing the sliding glasses up your nose again.

"rub your lil' clit for me, yeah? let the professor see how much you wanna pass his class." without delay, you slide your hand between your thighs and clumsily rub your wet clit in frenzied circles. your climax was charging at you like a runaway train and soldier boy could sense it in how you squeezed his length. "cum for me. cream all over your professor's cock." he mutters, sweat dripping down his forehead. with a few added thrusts and harsh pinches to your clit, your climax washing over you as your knees buckled whilst soldier boy used his strength to keep you in place. the wet squelch of your cunt drove soldier boy crazy, a ring of cum forming around the base of his cock and it almost tipped him over the edge. "are you my good lil' girl? my good lil' student?" he whispers as he pokes out his tongue, gritting his teeth as his abdomen tenses. so close.

"yes, sir. your best girl, best student! your good girl." you cry out and that was all he needed. to your surprise, he yanks himself out of your inviting cunt, pulls off his condom, yanks you off his desk and down onto your knees.

"open your mouth, whore mouth. lemme see that tongue." you lean your head back and flatten your tongue, readying yourself for his release. he pumps himself a few times before staggering closer to you, grabbing the top of your head to steady himself and loudly sighing as he cums all over your face. his mouth agape in awe as his seed glides down your heated-up cheeks and into the crevices of your mouth. he guides his tip down and rests it against your tongue as the last of his cum glides down your throat before you suck on his tip. "oh, fuck, doll..." he moans as you collect the scattered cum on your ring finger and suck it clean, showing your empty mouth to him.

"did i pass, sir?" you gaze up at him with those damn trusting eyes and swollen lips, your chest still heaving.

"with flyin' fuckin' colours." he huffs, brushing his loose hairs away from his face and grabbing his glasses back from you and lifting you back to your feet. the heels of mary-janes clicking against the wooden floorboards. "flying. fucking. colours." each word spoken in between chaste kisses.

"CUT!"

like every time before, your manager pushes past the set crew and wraps you in your pink, fluffy bathrobe, as well as handing you a face-wipe and a bottle of water. soldier boy loosened his limbs before pulling up the slacks and buckling them, giving you a satisfied nod accompanied by his wolfish smirk.

"think i got the job done this time, don't ya agree?" he laughs, frowning as the interns crowd him and ask him countless questions. he waves them away with a grunt, concentrating his laser gaze on you again. you simply scoff in return, acting unimpressed. he bristles and sighs. "c'mon, give a guy a break. we both know the truth." his cocky behaviour cloaking his need for approval from you.

"maybe third time will be the charm. isn't that what they say?" you wink before sauntering off with your manager following close behind. soldier boy stood stunned, speechless. in that moment, he made up his mind. he was going to do everything it took to be in between your thighs again, so help him god if it would be the last thing he'd ever get to do.

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Mine!*

Word Count: 2,242

Status: Requested!

Ask: Pornstache smut with female inmate please?

@: a sexy anon!

Relationship: George “Pornstache” Mendez x Female!Inmate!Reader

Fandom: Orange Is The New Black Series 2013-2022

Summary: You never knew what his type was. Was it tall African Americans? Was it short ginger-haired girls? Blondes? Brunettes? It never seemed to matter to you; only the short glances and smiles. That was until he pursued someone. Someone who wasn’t you.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, size kink, forbidden sex, against the law, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), language, jealousy, homophobic name calling (only the use of “dike”)

Masterlist Orange Is The New Black Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @tangledcopperstrands​

{gif belongs to @deadeanna​}

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” you furiously exclaim, walking the yard with Polly and Sophia.

“Woah! Woah! Watch the hostility! You could be thrown in SHU for just looking at these bastards wrong,” Polly warns, scanning the perimeter of the yard for all the security lookouts. Which, quite frankly, were never filled properly anyway with only 2-3 guards actually “present.”

“I usually wouldn’t say this, but she is right Y/N/N. They’ve been on edge these past months with Caputo being Warden and shit,” Sophia adds calmly, her clear-mindedness calming your fueling rage.

They knew why you were so pissed; they were truly the only people that understood you if you were being honest. 

“Those fucking Hispanics are always doing anything to get off the hook for cheap,” you mutter, not quite mad at them if you were being honest with yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, but they’re not all that bad,” Polly states. “Come on, let’s get lunch before they let you starve.”

Walking beside the women, you walk through the many bland and boring rows of doors and white walls until you reach the clearing of the cafeteria. Stepping in line with Piper and Vause, you grab what’s left of the edible slob the state offers you. Begrudgingly, you sit down and dig in with small bites, not bothering to eat the so-called vegetables that stink.

The women engage in conversation in which you nod or smile or frown at, not all too concerned with the normal complaints anyway. Rather, your attention was drawn to the tall, brunette guard stationed at the exit of the cafeteria a few tables ahead of you.

He looks at you discreetly, smiling that damn smile once he officially caught your gaze. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto yours at his blatant disregard for who else was watching - that was until the familiar Spaniard walks by Mendez, stopping to whisper in his ear.

You groan, face falling and causing you to look away in disgust. In truth, you were jealous. Jealous at the attention that no longer lasted more than a few seconds. Jealous at the way Mendez’s smile seems to increase tenfold when Daya gave him attention. Jealous at the fact that he was fucking her instead of you.

You never quite figured out when, why, or even how their affair started, but all you knew was that it was almost a daily activity in one of the janitor closets you refuse to pass by now.

If it wasn’t for his ego, or even his good looks, you wouldn’t be so hung up over him. If it weren’t for your lack of enjoyment in oral activity that you would indulge in other women just fine like Boo, Stella, Poussey, Morello, and the various other women usually do to ease their feminine desperation. Hell, you would do another officer. But they weren’t Mendez.

“If you keep staring laser beams into their heads, you might actually fry their brains,” Big Boo giggles, throwing her arm around your shoulder.

“If they even have any,” Nichols adds with a sly yet understanding smirk.

“Shit, I really don’t know why you even like the guy, Kid,” Boo questions, pulling you into her to let your head rest on her shoulder.

“It’s love!” Morello adds, her eyes almost bugging out of her head and getting all googly-eyed.

“It’s not love,” you protest.

“Oh God, don’t say he’s something different, Y/N/N.”

“They’re dogs Y/N/N, all the same breed too,” Vause comments, sharing a glance with Piper. “Why don’t you think I switched to women so quickly?”

The group shares a laugh, Boo nudging you and then letting you go to finish what’s left of whatever you were able to eat.

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You made it your mental mission, over time, to act as if whatever was going on between Daya and Mendez didn’t faze you. You had a new idea in mind, actually. If Daya could take what she wanted, you were to do the same.

You were going to make him yours.

Walking down the corridor leading to the TV room, you could feel him before you even saw him. “To what do I owe the pleasure,” you state sarcastically.

“Just checking in, it’s been a while, Tiny.”

“Has it?”

Mendez stays quiet for a moment, falling into step with your much slower pace. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Not much, but it seems like you’ve been getting around. Isn’t that right Pornstache?” you side-eye him. He hates that nickname.

Your question seems to startle him, his body going rigid and pace faltering - but only for a second.

“No need hiding it, Bub, news spreads fast within this small prison. Besides, I guess we all have needs, even if you are a free citizen,” you smirk.

“That’s ironic,” he grunts, “Like you haven’t been getting action of your own?”

“What?” you stop in your tracks.

“Oh don’t give me that. I’ve seen you hanging with the dikes.”

You don’t need to look at him to hear the jealousy dripping from his voice, so you play coy. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Clearly,” he tsks again.

Giggling, you push him into the wall, careful as to not be in the line of visibility of both the cameras and the inmates. “If I say so myself,” you trace your index finger up his chest, “I would say you’re jealous they’re the ones keeping me company at night. You know, all you have to do is ask, Pornstache.”

He stifles a groan, the sensation coming out as a growl instead, rumbling in his chest. “I thought I told you not to call me that,” he stares down at you, trying to hide his growing lust.

He fails poorly, the indication of his attraction starting to harden beneath his tight trousers, forming a bulge. 

Stepping between his legs, you prop your knee beneath him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “What are you gonna do about it, Pornstache?”

Swiftly, Mendez snatches your bicep, yanking you down the hall briskly to meet the closet - their closet. Unlocking the door, he pries it open, throwing you in the moment he does.  

Stumbling to find your footing, you grasp at the shelf before you, your back to the door. Taking the opportunity, Mendez closes the door and pins you down from behind. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do about it, Tiny.”

Spinning you around, he grabs your wrists with one of his hands, the other roughly grabbing at your hips. Lowering down to meet your height, his lips clasp yours in a heated make-out. Whimpering, you pull at his hands, begging to tangle yours in his short locks and deepen the kiss. 

He doesn’t allow it, however, leaning in closer to you to make you feel his bulge on your thigh. “You see what you do to me?”

“You mean what all us women do to you.”

Smirking, Mendez pins one of his legs beneath you, his hand moving your hips to grind against him. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, ya know that?”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so easily swayed.”

Groaning again, Mendez shuts you up with another kiss, releasing your hands to remove your shirt, delighted to find nothing but your bare breasts beneath. Biting his lip harshly, Mendez detaches himself from you, temporarily giving you the upper hand just enough to flip yourselves.

Now you stand before him, shoving him harshly into the shelves. Tugging at his belt, you unbuckle it with swift fingers, the tips almost feeling numb with desire.

Yanking down his trousers, you allow him to step out of them. Hand wrapping around his cock, the tip red and precum already oozing, you ask, “Tell me, Pornstache, does she suck you off? Does she let you have control? Does she let you cum?” 

Inhaling sharply, his eyes close as his head rolls back. Grasping his jaw, you force his eyes to meet yours. “I asked you a question,” you order, thumb grazing everywhere around his sensitive slit.

“No.”

“No what, Mendez? I know you have the ability to speak; you’re rather loud when you want to be heard.”

“No, she doesn’t let me have my way.”

“Well, she just sounds boring, doesn’t she?”

“Mhmm.”

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes!”

“Not so loud, we don’t want her hearing this,” you giggle.

Taking both hands, one massages its way on the tip, teasing and squeezing, while the other focuses on the base and fondling his balls. Within no time, you feel his body tensing and bucking up to meet your hands every so often. The veins poke and prod, his breath quickens, and when he’s just about to reach the brink, you let go of him.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.”

Whimpering, he looks down at you with blown pupils. Pushing him onto the small desk beside the shelves, you force him to sit on top of it. Following him, you remove his shirt as well as your pants and panties. Idly, you use his thighs for support, straddling his hips with your clit brushing the side of his cock.

“Tell me what you want, Big Boy. All you have to do is ask,” you smile mischievously.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

Slowly sliding your clit along his dick, you stare at him, “Nah, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Please FUCK ME!” he almost yells.

In one swift movement, you raise your hips and surge downwards, taking his cock fully inside your wet pussy. Collectively, you both moan at the intensity, allowing yourself a moment to adjust. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you allow him to place his hands on your hips and thighs for balance. Slowly, you start to bounce on his cock, careful as to not fall off of him. 

He grows needy once again, the familiar sensation of bliss encouraging him to help grind your hips into him more harshly, taking the initiative to thrust into you from underneath. You start to feel the coil in your own core tighten as well, moaning into his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys in your wake.

Once more, you both feel yourselves in need of release, but not yet. Stopping all movements, you slowly release yourself of his cock, a lewd pop making your cheeks burn. 

Groaning in need, you see Mendez visibly grow tiresome of your games. Good, that’s what you wanted.

With frustration, Mendez gets back onto his feet, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging your head into his chest. You feel a delicious sting on your scalp, smiling with satisfaction. Roughly, Mendez bends you over the desk face down, plunging into your aching core once again. 

He doesn’t bother to use the slow and torturous pace you’d done before, rather, pulling your hair back to arch your spine. The peculiar position targets your G-spot, making it hard for you to keep quiet. 

With one hand latched onto your hair, the other squeezes at the back of your neck, Mendez’s hips thrusting at a dangerously fast and hard pace. The coil tightens once again, squeezing his cock as it endlessly pounds that special spot again and again and again.

Once more, you feel his dick harden in a painful solidity, veins rubbing your walls in just the right way. Breaths hard and fast, his thrusts get sloppy, signalling his upcoming release.

“Cum inside me, Mendez. Fill me to the brim.”

And that he does, letting go of your hair and neck to bruise your hips in a death-grip, thrusting one final time. Leaking his seed in sensational shots, your orgasm crashes into his own, milking his cock. He lets out a final moan like an animal, his cock softening as the last of his cum seeps into you.

Pulling out of you when you’re both satiated, he lets out a breath of relief. You stay leaning against the desk for a little while more, legs weak and wobbly. Mendez giggles at the sight, in which you finally get up and dressed with him.

“The answer is no by the way.”

“What was the question?”

“Nobody is as good as you are,” he smiles.

“Is that a compliment or are you just trying to make one-time-thing-conversation?”

“It’s a compliment. You’ve always been my favorite, Y/N.”

“Thanks?”

“I love you, Y/N. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

The room goes quiet, and you just blink at him. “Shit, Y/N, I-”

Your face breaks into a sly grin, pulling him into another kiss. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Both of you laughing, you guys take your leave. Mendez leaves a few moments before you with a quick kiss and goodbye. Then, counting to 10, you walk out after him, his figure disappearing down the hall. Yet, as you turn to go the other way, you just barely catch sight of a shocked Daya propped against the wall.

Giddily, you give her a shit-eating grin. “Told you he was mine.”

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 710

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @clair-lesbioteca

Year posted - 2020

Warnings - I'm pretty sure George Mendez is a warning in itself...

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"Hey (Y/l/n) look at what I found." George grinned at the smaller woman as he approached her. "Mendez I gotta get to work, couldn't it wait?" (Y/n) sighed heavily, no particularly in the mood to deal with George right now. "Nah you're gonna love this." George grinned mischievously at her, showing her his phone when he reached her. "What am I looking-" (Y/n) sighed before cutting herself off as she realized what she was looking at. (Y/n) gasped wide eyed looking up at George, who chuckled darkly at her. "I must say I was pleasantly surprised to find this over the weekend." His smile widened as he looked to the picture on his phone. "I was happy to subscribe of course, but I must say. I'm a little disappointed you're content is so... Innocent." George licked his lips, casually scrolling through her pictures. "How did-" (Y/n) began, only to get cut off my George. "I know it was you?" He finished her question. "Well firstly that wonderful body of yours is quite recognizable, and I seen that cute little sparrow tattoo behind your ear in your latest picture set." George pointed to the tattoo, pleased with the look on (Y/n)'s face. "George you can't-" (Y/n) tried, only to get cut off again. "I can't what?" George loomed over her smaller form. "You can't tell anyone about this." (Y/n) breathed out nervously, silently scolding herself for the dampness building in her panties. "Please." She pleaded with him, shuttering when George pinned her against the wall with his body. "What'll I get in return?" He asked with a smile. "Are you seriously blackmailing me!?" (Y/n) hissed, trying to hide the face that she liked where this was going. "Oh please... I can see it in your eyes Princess, you like that I found your dirty little secret." He chuckled. "Well... What do you want?" (Y/n) licked her lips, glancing from his eyes to his lips. "I want exclusive content." George winked down at her. "Exclusive content?" (Y/n) repeated his request. "I want more than just pictures of you in lingerie, and those beautiful tits of yours, I wanna see what you got hiding behind those panties of yours. I wanna watch you play with yourself, I wanna hear you moaning and panting. I wanna see your pretty face as you cum, whimpering my name." George licked his lips, picturing it in his mind. "And I wanna be the only one gettin 'em." He leaned down so their faces were merely inches apart. "Yeah?" (Y/n) whispered softly, her body tingling with want. "Yeah." George's smile widened. "Alright... It's a deal." (Y/n) grinned as wide as George, grasping onto George's biceps. "But if you ever want a live show, just let me know." (Y/n) winked at him, before slipping out of his grasp. "Christ (Y/l/n) you'll be the death of me." George murmured to himself as she sauntered off down the hall.