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joaniscruzing · 6 months ago

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could u do one of hazel where u guys meet in the fight club and she’s super shy and then when you guys end up… getting ur freak on she ends up being really dominant and shameless🤗 preferably her eating u out but maybe strapping u????

I actually had so much fun writing this y'all. I'm going to try and get chapter 5 of stars between us out later tonight so def stay tuned!!

Summary: Hazel invites you over your house after your first meeting of fight club to give some pointers, and y'all get freaky✨

Contains: top!hazel, bottom!reader, dom!hazel, praise kink, cunningulus, fingering, strap-on, tit play, spanking, aftercare

When you went to greet PJ the first time you went to fight club, she pulled you over to Hazel, so she could share some notes with you and help you through your first meeting. She agreed to be your sparring partner for your first day, and to go easy on you. Honestly, she was really sweet about it. You could tell she was shy though. She would apologize every time you yelped in pain, not being used to fighting others for fun and whatnot.

“Hey, um, if you’d like, maybe we could, like go over my house? And I could give you some pointers for next meeting?” Hazel asks, looking down and playing with her rings.

“Sure! What day?” you look at her, smiling.

“How about tomorrow?” Hazel asks.

And that’s what happened. The next day, you went to Hazel’s house. You wore some biker’s shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt. She opened the door, smiling. She looked you up and down, taking you in.

“Nice outfit,” she remarks after at least three seconds of staring at you. She allows you in her house. The two of you go up to her room.

“So how are we going to do this?” you ask.

“I guess, just, spar until we’re tired? I’ll make us food afterwards as well.” Right after, Hazel pushes and pins you down on the floor. With all your strength, you’re able to escape her grip and pin her down. After, she kicks your hip, holding you down in a death grip. As much as you try to fight back, you’re unable to escape. You look up at her, her big blue eyes, and two chains hanging over your face. You look at her mullet-rocker-shag hair, and how it’s messy, either from sleep or from wrestling, you didn’t care.

You didn’t realize how goddamn hot Hazel was. I guess she noticed you staring at her, because, while still holding you down, she leaned down and whispered in your ear, “you must really like being under me, huh?” you shake your head furiously, denying the hot feeling you were beginning to get between your thighs.

“If you didn’t like it, then why are you blushing so much? Huh, honey?” She releases you from her grip as you sit up.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispers, as low as possible. You nod eagerly, to which she cups your face and kisses you. As the two of you continue kissing, you straddle her lap, to which she moves her hands down your waist and to your ass. She squeezes it, causing a moan to escape your mouth and travel into hers. You put your hands up her shirt, to which she accepts your touch. You unbutton her oversized shirt, revealing a simple black sports bra underneath. You pull off your t-shirt too, to which Hazel stops kissing you to marvel, wide eyed, at your tits.

She removes your bra and takes both of your tits in her hands. “You’re so fucking sexy, honey,” she praises before taking one of your tits in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around your nipple, sucking on it, and kissing it a few times before moving to the other.

“Can we move to the bed?” you ask. Hazel nods, watching you prop yourself up with your elbows while on your back before hovering over you. One of her chains ever-so-slightly brushes against your lips before giving you another kiss. She kisses her way down your body, muttering sweet praises as she kisses down. Every ‘you’re so perfect’ and ‘so sexy for me’ makes the wetness between your legs more apparent.

“Can I take these off?” Hazel asks, looping her thumbs through the waistband of your shorts. You nod, to which she takes them off and throws them across the room. She puts her head in between your thighs, putting your legs on her shoulders, as she kisses your inner thighs. She gives you a few hickeys on your inner thighs, licking the areas to soothe them, before finally reaching your core. She raises an eyebrow to how your panties are so wet.

“All wet for me, huh?” she says, looking up at you. All you can do is nod. She kisses your clit through your underwear, causing you to tense up a little bit.

“Hey, honey, you’ve gotta relax, alright? We can stop if you want. I want you to enjoy this.” You nod as Hazel takes off your panties. You take a deep breath and relax.

“You’re doing perfect, pretty girl,” she praises before running her tongue up and down your folds and circling around your clit. She teases her middle and ring finger before inserting it inside of you, curling at your g-spot. You let out a loud moan to this, pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Is that good, baby?” All she gets after this are some loud moans in response. She picks up the speed, causing you to shout her name. “Let me hear it, baby. Let me know I’m doing good.”

“Hazel, I’m gonna cum,” you whine as she keeps fingering you, as well as still licking and sucking your clit. She picks up her speed, hearing your noises get louder and louder, before abruptly stopping. She removes herself from in between your legs. You whimper and beg for her to finish you off, but she has her mind set off of something else.

“Patience, darling. I want to see you ride and cum all over my strap,” she admits, adjusting her strap.

“Where the hell did you get that?” you ask, surprised that Hazel even has a strap.

“Oh, PJ got it for me as a ‘gift’ for secret santa this year, in case, in her words, ‘I ever get some puss.’” You tilt your head, believing Hazel, since that is something PJ would definitely do. You stand up, waiting for Hazel to sit on the bed, and you follow. You use her toned stomach as a place to put your hands and steady yourself as you take the six-inch dildo. She watches you, wide-eyed and amazed at how well you were taking it in. You begin to bounce up and down on her slowly.

“Taking me in so good, huh? Such a good girl for me, huh?” she praises, before thrusting into you. She begins to thrust into you more as you keep riding her, slapping your ass once or twice too. She senses you being close to your climax, to which she grabs your hips, and guides your movements on the dildo as you reach your high.

“Come on, baby. I know you can do it. You know how fucking sexy you look right now? Ass bouncing on my thighs, and those beautiful tits in my face. You’re fucking perfect. Come on, cum for me, pretty girl.” As Hazel continues to praise you, you release all over the dildo, and Hazel keeps thrusting into you, wanting you to feel every last bit of pleasure possible. You go limp, bending over to kiss Hazel before trying to rest on her.

“Hey, you gotta go pee, pretty girl. We can rest after. I’ll even make you some food, that sound good?” You nod and get off of Hazel, going to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. You put on some clothes again.

“That was… really good.” you admit. Hazel looks at you, smiling stupidly and blushing furiously.

“I really liked it too. Now, what do you want to eat?” Hazel makes the two of you some sandwiches, that you both gobble down, absolutely famished from your activities. After, you and Hazel cuddle in her bed again and watch a movie, lazily making out throughout. However, the end of the day does come, and your parents are expecting you to come home.

“Can we hang out again?” Hazel asks you at the door.

“Why don’t we go on a date or something? Like for real?” Hazel nods excitedly and gives you a goodbye kiss, waving as she watches you leave her house, not going inside until she can no longer see you.

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dev1lm4n · 1 year ago

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lesson two: tease

ko-fi | series masterlist (5 out of 7)

pairing: porn star!joel miller x f!reader

summary: tension is on the rise between you and mr. miller. wicked fantasies hadn't posted for an entire month! desperate, you decided to get even more bold with your requests and he had no difficulty in complying.

word count: 4.8k

warnings: explicit (18+), set in 2013, pre-outbreak, age gap (joel in mid 30's and reader in early 20's), inexperienced but not dumb reader, blowjob, f masturbation, check umbrella warning on series masterlist

notes: tension is literally on the rise! the vase is about to crack, but tonight he decides to indulge. fellas if you enjoyed this do COMMENT, REBLOG or buy me a KO-FI ;) love y'all

Broad shoulders.

During the time when you simply saw Mr. Miller as a figure in your lewd fantasies, you knew that it was the roughness of his build that attracted you. There’s a certain market for it; for women and men alike who enjoyed those who're built like burly vikings straight out of a movie. Those who enjoy men with a slight plumpness on their front, those who salivate over their strong and reliable arms, those who strive to caress their calloused fingers and press kisses onto their rigid knuckles. You’ve never confessed this to anyone - mostly terrified for their reserved judgment over the topic - but you fit perfectly in that box. Time after time, you wonder if it’d feel nice, if you could just press your nifty fingers into the coils of his muscles, if he’d let out a groan.. a moan perhaps from the sensation.

Rough fingers.

After spending two minutes staring intensely at his sturdy, slightly hunched build, you finally gathered enough courage to summon yourself into the kitchen. God, he looked so good just washing the dishes. His already calloused fingers didn’t have to worry about the damage those cheap dish soap does, because if anything, it’d just make it better. More ridges means more texture and more texture feels better. Two of his fingers entered the soapy lining of his mug, spreading the cleaning product into every crack and crevice. It looks a little erotic, you decided. Your filthy mind conjured up altered scenarios which implemented the same motion. You’d be on top of the cold countertop, various kitchen gadgets set aside as his fingers delved into your cunt. He’d spread your wetness the same way he did to the mug.

Thick mustache.

He took notice of your presence. He watched you and you allowed him, even if he did so wordlessly. Water continued to spill out of the faucet. It hit the empty bottom of the sink and sprouted upwards in a gauche manner, effectively wetting his gray shirt in blotches and dots. You breathed out what could pass as a dry chuckle and in return, he quirked his lips. A grin. A youthful one that almost made you forget of his crow’s feet and faint lines. His thin upper lip almost disappeared as it was tugged on both sides, but the dark hair on top remained pristine. It was thick, you concluded. Not as thick as Uncle Tommy’s, but thick enough that he’d get marinara sauce on it every pasta night. Thick enough that you wonder what it’d be like to have it graze your sensitive pelvis.

Fuck, he’s hot and you’re unreasonably horny.

“Hey.”

“Hey, kiddo,” he parroted back, only with the help of that damned nickname he’s stamped onto you.

Crunch

You bit into the red apple you found during your little scavenging trip into his refrigerator. The sound broke whatever trance he had placed you under. With those eyes of yours, pupils rounded and lashes batted, it was a dangerous game you’re playing. When had you gotten so shameless towards Mr. Miller? Perhaps it’s when he touched you in an irrevocably pleasurable way, or perhaps it’s when he hadn’t posted a video for an entire month. He missed his posting schedule, two whole weeks post-’Dirty Fridays’, and it’s severely messing with your head. You’ve always been a good viewer. Always being content with what he had put out and would never harass him for more, but it’s been a long month repeating the same 13 minute long video.

You’re bound to get restless.

“Didn’t see you come home yesterday.”

“I was busy.”

Crunch

With other girls? In that trailer studio of yours? The question sat on the tip of your tongue. A breath away from being exposed into the dense air. You turned to lean your lower back onto the edge of the countertop, eyes still trained on his as you hitched yourself atop the smooth surface. Your fingers grazed the squared edges, just to keep you occupied while you dug under the surface of his browns. You wondered what he was so busy with - wondered what’s going on behind the tightly knitted cloak of guise he wore, wondered what he thought of you after his little lesson. He wasn’t a shy one. Mr. Miller stared back into your pupils. His chest raised and lowered with every blink he took.

You swallowed nervously.

“Workin’ doubles,” he cracked. “I ain’t sharin’ the job with anyone other than Tommy.”

“Is that so?”

“You think I’m lyin’?”

Crunch

You couldn’t read him. You’ve never been able to. There’s just a huge boulder sitting behind those irises, one that’s blocking you from understanding him even further. It’s not like it’s your business anyway. You’re content with spending your downtime with Sarah; screaming your hearts out to Taylor Swift’s I Knew You Were Trouble on the radio, painting each others’ nails, and making the ultimate pancake with chicken. You’re content with just watching him through his videos, reimagining those situations with the new knowledge you’ve acquired from him. You’re content with standing at a distance from him. So, it wouldn’t be logical to get all protective over him. What are you? His crazy ex-girlfriend?

“How’s Sarah?”

“Great,” you mumbled, mouth still half full. “Taught her fractions yesterday. Swear she’s getting smarter than me.”

“How’s Simon?”

Crunch

Things with Simon, surprisingly, went on smoothly. After that mediocre dinner, where you proceed to let Mr. Miller finger you afterwards in order to introduce you to the new world of sex, you’ve exchanged a few messages and a few perfectly appropriate photos. It’s been awhile since you actually put any effort into trying to get into a relationship, due to work loads and a special dependance towards a pornstar, but it’s much better than you expected. He’s a nice boy. He would treat you right if you gave him the chance to, but you couldn’t help but think that you’re doing all this out of spite. Doing this to show off how capable you are to Mr. Miller, to busy yourself off those plaguing thoughts of him.

“Simon’s doing okay. Fine. He took me for ice cream after my classes yesterday.”

“Offered you a ride, right?”

“Yup.”

He taught you well.

“You’ve done it with him then?”

Your heart clenched.

“Done what?”

“What I taught you.”

Why is he so candid about the entire ordeal?

It was like being held at gunpoint. You watched his eyes, then found it to be too oppressive so you looked down to meet his wet hands. He had finished washing all the plates and cutleries from the breakfast you and Sarah made, though his thick fingers still gripped onto the edge of the metal sink, wet and dripping. You looked up once again, trying to find a part of him that doesn’t make you all jittery and awkward.

“Yes.”

Your lie must’ve been undetectable since you quickly caught on to how his brows tangled and unraveled, a habit of his you’ve picked up recently, signaling that he’s processing the information and giving it a good thought.

“Was it as good?”

Crunch

You nodded surely with a mouthful of tangy apple. There’s no way you could get away with lying so blatantly the second time so you decide the nod would affirm your position better instead of scramble it. He cocked his head to the side, arrogant as always, with some sort of interest in his eyes. You could just tell something foul was about to come out of those sharp tongue of his, when all of a sudden, a clatter sounded out from beyond the window. Both of you turned your heads in sync, following after where the presumable source was. There he was. Tommy in all of his youthful glory. One of his jean legs drenched and beside him was a metal bucket, laying pitifully with its contents poured out onto the sidewalk. He was cursing. A garbled mess of English, while he soothed his pained arse.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

He let out a sigh as he finally tore his gaze away from you to wipe his hands onto a kitchen rag.

“Gotta get goin’,” he whispered hurriedly, fingers running down his messy hair to smooth them down. “You need anything, sweetheart?”

You shook your head no and he took it as a cue to leave the premises. He rushed to pick up his phone from the dining room table, eyes fleeting to find his wallet right after.

“Hey, Mr. Miller.”

He turned his head to meet your eyes.

“You busy tonight?”

Dinner had always been a lonesome affair for you.

Back when you still live in your parents’ cluttered mishmash of a house, you’d always opt out of family dinner. Not because you weren’t particularly fond of your mother’s cooking, her one pot recipes will still remain nostalgic in your head despite time, but more because you’d rather not indulge in petty arguments. They’d always argue. Your mother would flash you that look of hers, silently demanding you to stay on her side when it comes to dealing with your father’s frequent misdemeanors. He’d complain about the tiniest bits of things. If the lettuce was too wilted or if you were wearing too much makeup. He’s an ass, sure, but it’s not like your mother’s planning to abandon him anytime soon. They’re conjoined at this point. Even when it’s massively unhealthy, especially for spectators like you.

In Mr. Miller’s home, oftentimes, you’d put together an edible meal for the entire family. Mr. Miller was a hard worker, according to the accounts that he made, so it’s not rare that you’d have to fry up sausages and whip mashed potatoes together for Sarah. It’s not as if he made it your responsibility. He’d encourage the two of you to order take outs or phone in the pizza place, but that couldn’t be good for Sarah’s growth or his own pocket. And as much as you’d like to deny it, you’re growing way too fond of the Millers.

But it’s been far too long since you crossed path with Mr. Miller. Far too long that you might’ve forgotten what his natural musk after a long day smelt like. Far too long that you might’ve forgotten how heavy his boots were as it dragged across the tiles. Far too long that you surely misses him.

You’re nervous.

Unreasonably so when the promise you’ve made with him was simply for dinner. Nothing less or more. Just dinner. Was the invitation you gave him.. too much? Was it too flirty? Was it silly to think that he might’ve entertained the little show you put out? The desperate stares and chewed lips, you’re undeniably begging for attention. Begging for him to pay attention to you, see what you’re made out of, doesn’t he want to unravel you more? The audacity you have was laughable.

How pathetic, you thought.

Just like clockwork, Mr. Miller showed up right after your self-deprecating cycle. Right after all that flirty and playful energy got brutally murdered by common sense. Right after they were buried in a graveyard of mistakes and what was left was simply the putrid scent of shame. Your head perked up expectantly. As if the mere sight of him in his work uniform, a combo of worn-out flannel shirts and dark-washed jeans, would cure you of exhaustion. Mr. Miller came barging into the hallway. His thumb and index finger diligently massaged the tall bridge of his nose, eyes closed and nose flared from breathing too hard. Your eyes finally made its rounds to where his free arm was propped up on his waist. Sleeves rolled to where it was physically impossible to roll them higher.

He didn’t look like he was in the best of moods.

And somehow.. somehow it excites you.

“Hi, how are you?” you spoke stiffly as if you’re one of those supermarket cashiers, posture straightening upon his arrival.

“Not good,” he replied gruffly.

Mr. Miller made his way to you. He appeared to be the same height and stature as he’s always been, but for whatever reason, he looked a lot larger. As if he could bite and tear you into chunks of flesh if he truly desired to. His movements were staggered. Each step seemed to be more and more of a hassle to him. He had this.. frown on his face. You could even call it a scowl. Forehead waved with folds of worries, lips tightened into an irritated pull as he finally settled down across from you. This new side to him made your limbs limp and your heart spasm. A squeeze each time his narrowed eyes met yours.

“Everything.. okay?” you mused out.

“Just a bunch of shit piling up,” he reasoned, looking down to meet the plate you carefully crafted for him. “Nothin’ to worry your pretty little head.”

The plate’s cold, boiled asparagus hardened and packaged chicken dried, but he didn’t even consider complaining. His brown eyes took in the effort you gave, a brief sheen of guilt glazing those pretty eyes of his before he picked up his fork and spoon. You watched him with care. His every move calculated and drilled deep into your head.

“Sarah asleep?”

“Mhm. I bored her to death with trigonometry,” you chuckled lightly. “She’s okay. Just.. she’s been asking for you. Asking me why you’re always home late.”

Joel’s eyes perked up from the plate. He met your eyes, but it almost felt like he’s looking right through you, over your head to where he could contemplate his decisions. You knew this just from looking, but Joel Miller had a fear of not being a good parental figure. Sarah only had one and he’s barely ever home. That sort of thought festered over him and took over any sort of inhibition. Any sort of clear thinking, that he’s doing all these side jobs to help support her further in life, that it was all for her. Mr. Miller beats himself up too much, but it’s not like you had any right to intervene. You watched as he indulged in the asparagus, seeing how it’s grown cold enough to feel like metal rods when bitten into. He chewed on it with a solemn expression, a curl between his brows.

“Sorry for putting you through this, sweetheart,” he hummed. “I could.. should actually hire help.”

You waited a beat.

“You’ve been doing me too much favor. It’s not.. right.”

“Don’t need to.”

“Why?”

“Always happy to help.”

“But-”

“It’ll cost you too much for help. You’d be sleeping at your job if that happens.”

He could easily earn up to thousands if he gave into the temptations and started working for a mainstream adult film company. One that’s easily recognized from its corny storylines and cringy high-pitched over-the-top moans. Mr. Miller would be a hit, you’re sure of that. Mainstream porn only requires two things when it comes to male actors: a pretty reasonably-sized cock and charisma. Both in which he had under his belt. If he weren’t so particular with the actresses he chose, the angles in which he filmed, and the routine in which he performed in, perhaps he wouldn’t have to beat himself up to skin and bones. You leaned your cheeks onto the palm of your hands as you watched him devour his dinner.

“I need a favor.”

His fork paused.

“But you- well, you’ll laugh.”

He looked up. The crinkles beside his eyes seemed a lot more prominent, as if he’s thoroughly entertained by your youthful silliness.

“What is it? Somethin’ for Simon is it?”

He’s spot on and it’s making you shrink.

“What?” he chuckled gruffly. “You gonna ask me to teach ya how to blow a guy? Oh.. or how to hang him up in ribbons?”

You looked away, awkwardly scratching your elbow.

“Fuck. I’m spot on, am I? Didn’t take you for a kinky gal.”

“No! God, no,” you looked at him, horrified. “Not the latter.”

“The former then?”

“The former.”

The former. You couldn’t bear to wait for his delayed answer. It’s shameless for you to be asking a second time, but you couldn’t help yourself. You’re pent-up, desperate, and he’s your porn star crush forfuckssake. You stood up from where you’re seated. Your gaze was averted completely, to the point where it’s tilted at an uncomfortable angle to shuffle away from his attention. It’s better to sleep it off. Then maybe you’d act like all this didn’t happen the next day. Sarah’s going to be around for breakfast, so he’d surely keep his mouth in check and draw his way out of this. Wouldn’t he.. would he-

“Hey, hey slow down.”

You felt a hand stop you. His grip was tight, possibly bruising if you were to retaliate any other way. It was still hard to meet his eyes, especially when you had to make the special effort to tilt your head up in order to meet his searing gaze. You waited instead, letting him hinder you of any movements as you stared intensely into his flannel-cladded chest. What was he going to say? Is he going to call you up for your perverseness? Was he-

“I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“I said I’ll do it.”

His voice clambered in the chambers of your heart. Masculine, thick with an inch of Southern bass, he took hold of your other hand with those thick fingers of his. This was different from your first lesson. He looked much more.. impatient. A bit of a rough edge when it comes to handling you, a pretty little thing that’s too brave and forward for your own good. His scent, fragments of wood and a taste of clean laundry, permeated the thick air around you. You inhaled him. All of him for the first time in a very very long week. He released the steel grip he had around your wrists and traced it over the rough outline of your body. Up, up, up, until he reached the span of your shoulder. Your breath hitched. All you could feel in your heart was a repeating desire for himhimhim.

He pushed you down slowly, guiding you to lower yourself before him. Right until your knees hit the freezing linoleum tiles beneath his feet. What were you doing? Is it the right decision to fall back into the same old mistake?

“Have you ever practiced on anything before?” he chuckled, almost demeaning in a sense. “A banana or a hairbrush perhaps?”

You shook your head no. All you could see was his dirty jeans, stained of dry concrete and paint.

He brought his rough fingers down to graze against your chin, tilting it upwards so that you’d face him. His eyes were dark, hooded, and trying its best to conceal its obvious amusement. Your chest heaved up and down. Nervous of what he’s about to do next.

“Let’s practice first, ‘kay, sweetheart?” he muttered.

Mr. Miller brought his other pair of fingers next to your face, cradling it with such reverence. He swiped your lips. Bottom then top, only to delve inside your mouth to wet it with enough lubricant. He’s initiating it. His little routine. The older man brought two of his fingers, his index and middle, before he inserted it slowly into your wet cavity. Slowly. Achingly slow. He made sure that you’re comfortable with just a knuckle deep before he proceeded to push in further until the tips sat at the very beginning of your tongue. It wasn’t a familiar feeling like rubbing your clit. You struggle not to gag, or to whimper at the sheer lewdness of the scene unfolding.

“Ah, what a smart girl,” he mused. “Lay your tongue flat for me.”

Your clammy palms fell helplessly atop your smooth pajama pants, gripping on the cotton everytime it felt like too much. His thick fingers separated to make the girth much larger, preparing you for what’s to come. It’s almost as if you could taste him. Taste the natural scent Mr. Miller has around him at all times, taste the carnal desire he held for this. You knew he wouldn’t openly admit it, but this time, it truly looked like he’s looking forward to ripping your innocence away. All his feigned affection stretched thin as you obeyed him perfectly. Tongue flat on the base of your mouth, you breathed in through your nose as best as you can.

“That boy wouldn’t like it if you’re sharp with your teeth,” he muttered as he pulled his fingers away. A string of saliva connected the tip of his wet fingers to your slacked jaw. Oh, how vulgar. Your tight entrance twitched and throbbed inside your panties. Arousal started to wet the thin material, painting dark circles that contrast with the bright color. You were heaving, panting from the sudden increase of oxygen. “So no teeth, keep your tongue flat, and breathe through your nose.”

“You got that, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Mr. Miller.”

“Alright. Would you like me to take my pants off or do you wanna try it yourself?”

You looked up at the tempting prospect. He gave you a little nod, affirming that you indeed had the upper hand to the situation. And just like that your hands were quick to get on the perimeter of his belt. You loosened the leather from its metal confines, slowly pulling it away from the hook before leaving it. The leather hung from where his two front loops were located. Meekly, you looked up once more as your soft fingers felt his buttons up. He hissed through his pursed lips, a good reaction you assume, as you slowly unbuttoned the main button. You were confident enough now to tug away at his zippers. Step one was completed, you’ve successfully opened him up like a Christmas present.

But.. what’s next?

“What do I do next?”

“What do you think you do?”

You reached out for the waistband of his briefs, but you were quickly met with a little slap on the back of your hand. Not a hurtful one. Just a little reminder.

“It’s best if you get him worked up first so he’s fully hard when you’re ready,” he whispered. “Why don’t you press some gentle kisses on it?”

You hummed in agreement, before you did as you’re told. Even with the dim lighting of the dining room, you could see clearly where the outline of his cock is. It’s semi-erected, you deduced. You’ve seen him in all his glory to the point where you could calculate how much more he could grow. Gently, you closed the gap between you and those pair of briefs he’s wearing. Your mouth was hot and warm in contrast to the cold air, so when you finally pressed a kiss on top of his clothed shaft, his cock twitched immediately. You could feel it and see it too in certain lighting. Encouraged, you press even more kisses on each and every spot, slowly building up the desire until you reach the leaking tip. You nuzzled your nose close. It smelled like him, salty with a tinge of masculine musk.

This turned you on so much that you inevitably grinded your bottom towards the cold tile. Nothing was there to satiate your throbbing core, just a short term burst of pleasure.

“Shit, sweetie,” he hissed. “I think you’re ready.”

With haste, you quickly tugged on his waistband. You didn’t expect for his length to pop out that quickly, the startled reaction you had was proof of that. He looked.. pretty. Blushed beige with a ruddy tip that's covered. It’s a little silly that that’s the first thing that came to your mind, but it’s the truth. You’d never guess that you could get this up close. Eye level to the cock you’ve been fantasizing about, where you could practically see each and every one of his veins. You didn’t say one word. Instead, you settled on observing the new interest. Your one finger went up curiously to touch the white substance that’s pooling up top. Sticky, you thought. Out of curiosity, you stuck the lone finger down your throat. Salty was the next thought in line.

“Didn’t expect you to taste it,” he chuckled.

You simmered in the sudden embarrassment.

“What’s next? Should I just put it in my mouth?”

“You could.”

“There’s another way?” you peered up curiously.

“Well,” he hummed. You watched as his finger pried your lips open once more, urging you to stick out your wet tongue. “You could make a show out of it. Look me in the eye and lick me slowly.”

You quirked your eyebrows as if unsure if this will work. You’ve never taken yourself as a ‘sexy’ person. Will this even work? To get rid of those plaguing thoughts, you decided to take a leap of faith. You stuck your tongue out more and slowwwwly dragged it along his salty length. You made sure to keep your eyes on his, watching his every micro reaction to decide which one pleased him more. This is supposed to be about Simon! Why are you.. seeking for his validation? On instinct, you pulled the hooded skin back to reveal his furiously red tip. You laughed nervously before you experimentally sucked on it. The wet warmth instantly had him buck up into you, a strained groan following suit.

“Oh shit,” he cursed. “You’re doing good.”

Getting confident, you decided to suckle on it a little more. It tasted a lot more intense than what you’ve tasted of him, but it wasn’t bad at all.

“You think you could take more, sweetheart?”

You nodded before letting his length infiltrate your mouth even more. The end touched the back of your throat ambitiously before you had to pull back and set yourself onto his sensitive tip once more. It wasn’t as easy as his co-stars are making it seem. There was a rhythm in which you have to master, a balance of push and pull so that you don’t gag at the intrusion. His soft groans were heavenly. You didn’t get to hear much of it the first time around, but now it’s all you could think of. You can’t take it anymore! You just had to touch yourself.

“Shit, you’re a dirty gal, are ya?” he chuckled. “Had to touch yourself to this?”

You cried out a muffled moan. It was all too familiar. The way in which you slipped your hand into your pants, shuffling between the layers of panties to rub at your clit. You were already drenched with need. Strings of arousal webbed between your fingers as you rubbed figure eights all across the sensitive patch of nerves. You’re losing track of the rhythm and Mr. Miller took notice of that. He was kind enough to lead you. His fingers slotted perfectly behind the crown of your head, guiding you in a pace you could tolerate.

“Perfect mouth for little Simon,” he degraded.

Mr. Miller’s large hands continued to move you at a certain pace. The time slot left for you to gather your breath tightened and it’s almost like you could pass out from the lack of oxygen. But it felt too good. He tasted too nice. You’ve got his cock in your mouth and it’s spurting out tangy liquid goodness onto your tongue, what else can you ask for?

You continued to grind onto the palm of your hand, desperate enough to not think of how shameless you looked. So slick, your fingers let out a lewd pop everytime it dipped inside of you. Usually you weren’t fond of vaginal penetration by yourself, but the thought of having his cock inside of you left you rabid. This was supposed to be about Simon, is it not?

“You wanna know what a real man tastes like?” he mused out lazily.

You nodded desperately. Mr. Miller held your head tight against his pelvis. Your nose grazed against the coarse dark curls he had as he twitched inside of you. You continued to slick the pads of your fingers against yourself. An entire week of masturbation being combined into one as you felt that familiar pressure build in your stomach. A coil waiting to be snapped.

“Sh- shit.”

Mr. Miller broke first. He hunched slightly as he rode his orgasm out. You could see how his legs trembled and his hips bucked himself even further down your throat.

There it was. The salty trace you tried earlier came in big spurts down your throat, only when you couldn’t fit more did it start seeping out your mouth. It dribbled down the gaps between his softened cock and your aching mouth, stripes of white just trickling down vulgarly. You moaned into his cock, wetting the flimsy material of your panties. A combination of the scent his cock gave to the familiar rubs to your clit had you seeing stars. You knew for a fact that the linoleum tiles would be soaked with your juices when you come up to your feets.

This isn’t a problem anymore, it’s a catastrophe.

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alexiaput3llas · 1 year ago

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Game of Love/ Alexia Putellas x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. Maybe one swear word

Author: So this is my first time writing, because I always wanted to try it and I have to say I´m a vey slow writer but it is a lot of fun. Also english is not my first language anyways enjoy (-;

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You barely get nervous, but here you are. You're about to head out to the pitch. It is the Champions League final 2024, and Barcelona is facing none other than the mighty Lyon. But this Barcelona is different from the ones that lost to Lyon before. This Barcelona is determined to win.

You get pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar hand on your shoulder. You recognize that touch among billions, and her scent will forever be your favorite. Alexia and you have been dating for four years.

You signed to Barcelona 6 Years ago and Alexia and you immediately clicked. You became friends with her on instant and after some time you started to devolve a small huge crush on her. What you didn’t realize that she felt the same, but after a night out with the team to celebrate your Copa de la Reina victory, where everyone, including Alexia, drank a bit too much, things between you and her got really heated and after some shameless flirting on both sides, grinding on each other on the dance floor and some more drinks, you found yourself the next morning in an unfamiliar hotel room with brown hair sprawled everywhere. You couldn´t help but admire her and hoped that also for her this was not only a one night stand. So after she woke up, you both got to talk and finally admitted your feelings for each other.

And here you are now, facing your lover, who only for you breaks her serious game face, which, in your opinion, is one of the most attractive things in the world, into an encouraging smile. "Are you ready, mi amor?" Alexia, of course, notices your nervous state. "You don't have to be nervous, okay? We are a different team now, and you have the season of your life." It is true; you have the season of your life and have already won the league. "Thanks, baby, I really needed that." She nods, gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, on your nose, your right cheek, your left cheek, and finally, your lips.

You can't help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and you smile into the kiss. "Break it up, lovebirds, will ya!" Mapi chuckles behind you. You break away from Alexia's soft lips, giggle, and hug your girlfriend. "I love you," you mumble in her neck. "And I love you more." She steps out of your embrace and kisses the top of your head. Just about when you wanted to protest that you love her more, she shuts you up with one final kiss to your lips and eventually takes her spot to lead out the team.

The game couldn't start any worse. In the third minute of the game, Ada Hegerberg scored a beauty, leaving Cata Coll no chance. In the 20th minute, it was 2:0 Lyon, thanks to Van de Donk. Only 5 minutes afterward, Ada Hegerberg scored her second goal of the evening, and it was 3:0. You immediately got flashbacks to Turin 2 years ago, but you had to shake these thoughts out of your head. Lyon presses high, and Barcelona was lucky not to concede any more goals. The ref blew the halftime whistle, and both teams headed to the changing rooms.

Everyone's heads hang low. I sit at my cubby talking with Aitana about strategies when I feel a presence next to me. It was Alexia, who immediately joined our conversation to outline the game. She placed one hand on my thigh and gave it a few encouraging squeezes. Jonathan came in: “Chicas, nothing is lost yet. We all know what we're capable of, and if anyone can turn the game around, it's Barca. Vamos!”. "VAMOS!" Everyone in the changing room knew that this game was not over, and with new hope and confidence, we headed out to the pitch to start the second half.

And with confidence, we played. We started the second half way better, and after only ten minutes, after an amazing pass from Alexia, Aitana could find the back of the net. And that was all we needed.

A corner kick, Mariona made it 3:2.

Alexia passed the ball to you, and you began to run down the field, suddenly having a lot of open space. Just as you were about to shoot, you felt some cleats colliding with your ankle, making you stumble to the ground in pain. Your ankle throbbed, and not long after, the medics arrived.

At the same time, Alexia shoved Ada, who made the tackle. "You could've hurt her. That has to be a fucking card!" Ada shoved Alexia back and growled, "I didn't fucking touch her. She fell to the ground because of nothing." Just as Alexia was about to respond, with what would have definitely been a hard push, Mapi grabbed her. "Ale, calm down. Let her go! Y/N needs you more. She isn't worth it." With one last angry glare at Ada, Alexia made its way to you. "Mi amor, are you okay?" "Peachy," you responded. "Is it bad?" Alexia mumbled to the physios. "No, it's alright. She's alright to continue to play."

The tackle was rewarded with a free kick, which Alexia easily slotted into the top left corner. You ran to her, and all gathered in a big hug. "Freaking yes, Baby. What a goal!" You gave her a secret kiss on her neck.

With now only 5 more minutes left on the clock, everything hurt. But you couldn't just give up. You sprinted to recover a ball and sent it to Patri, who dribbled around one Lyon Player and passed it back to you. And you did what you can do best. Shoot. You just took the shot. And…

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" Everyone was screaming from the top of their lungs. Your shot probably won Barca the Champions League. With only a few minutes left, Barcelona did everything they could to defend their lead, and that was what you did. Throwing in every ball, running even though it hurt.

The whistle blew. Barcelona had done it. You are the champions of Europe once again. You sank to your knees, overwhelmed with emotions. You soon locked eyes with those sparkling hazel eyes, and a beaming smile made its way across your face, as does it with Alexia. You made your way over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of, Ale," you mumbled into her neck. "And I'm so unbelievably proud of you, mi amor. That goal was a beauty." You chuckled. "It still feels surreal. I mean, we won it now for the third time, but I never get tired of it." You looked up at her, and the desire to just kiss her grew inside of you. The way her eyes sparkled, her teeth-showing smile, and a look of adoration towards you only intensifies it.

Without hesitation, you fulfill your desire and press your lips against Alexia's. The taste of victory is sweeter than any championship, and in that moment, the world disappears around you. The cheers from the stadium, the flashing cameras, and the ecstatic teammates fade into the background, leaving only you and Alexia, lost in the celebration of your shared triumph.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against hers, breathing in sync as the magnitude of the moment sinks in. The elation, the relief, and the sheer joy are palpable, and you can't help but grin. "We did it," you whisper, more to yourself than to Alexia, as if saying it out loud would make the reality even more concrete.

"We did," she replies, her voice filled with a mix of happiness and disbelief. "I knew you'd make a difference, but that last goal..." She trails off, shaking her head in amazement.

The team gathers around, enveloping both of you in a collective embrace. Laughter, cheers, and the occasional tear of happiness mingle as you bask in the glory of the victory. Champagne bottles pop open, and the sparkling liquid showers everyone, marking the end of a long and challenging journey.

Amidst the jubilation, you steal a moment alone with Alexia. Hand in hand, you slip away from the chaos and find a quiet corner of the stadium. The echo of cheers becomes a distant hum as you lean against a railing, gazing out at the pitch where the triumph unfolded. She pushed you gently against the wall and kissed you softly, with so much love. After a few minutes, you broke apart and rested your foreheads together.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Alexia murmurs, her eyes reflecting the shimmering lights of the stadium. "All those years of hard work, the setbacks, the victories, and now... this." She gestures to the field below, still alive with the energy of the recently concluded match.

You nod, a profound sense of accomplishment settling in your chest. "And to think it all started with that Copa de la Reina celebration."

Alexia chuckles, her hand finding yours. "A night we'll never forget."

And with that, you join your teammates again for the celebrations.

You knew that whatever will happen on the pitch, you would always have a safe place off the pitch.

Alexia

#alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #woso community #woso fanfics #woso one shot

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kisseobie · 8 months ago

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okay but on the arguments with seob imagine the lovemaking after a long days of being far apart and it's just so hshsjsjsjjsj and full of sopsososjdj 😔

i’m literally the biggest slut for needy big dick bf seob…

oh my god yes, he’s usually pretty touchy with you in general but it’s so much more evident when he’s been away from you for a few weeks, reuniting with you and immediately seeking solace in your skin. when he’s away on tour, he texts you daily updates to show you how much he thinks about you, including good morning and good night texts, daily selfies, pictures of his food, the photos he took on his digicam that week, etc..

he’s also really bad at hiding his need for your touch, even when he’s miles away from you. his neediness to be close to you is most evident when he goes from texting you 3 times a day to 5, when he’s sending you more photos of himself than usual and asking for more in return.. and if he’s especially horny, sending you a voice message while his fists his cock and whimpers because the contact from his hand doesn’t compare to your cunt :( just misses you, your face, and your body so much. send him some risqué pictures or videos of you touching yourself and he’s a mess, begging you for more..

when he does eventually travel home, he’s texting you the entire commute about how much he misses you, and how excited he is to finally have you in his arms again. sends you his flight and airport intinterary so you can see him right when he lands, because he doesn’t think either of you could wait any longer. when you catch sight of jongseob wheeling his luggage to the visitor section, you run up to him and can’t help but jump into his arms, kissing him with all your might, the the point where onlookers are gawking at your shamelessness. he’s honestly taken a bit aback, not realizing that you craved his touch just as much, and maybe even more, than he did for yours. the lyft home is disgustingly sweet, you and jongseob’s bodies incredibly close and you think you may have heard the driver scoff when seob leans in to kiss you again. there’s a feeling of anticipation hanging in the air, and you feel yourself getting wet at just the thought of seeing your boyfriend naked again..

the pair of you enter your apartment building with your fingers interlaced, lips connected for the nth time whilst your free hand blindly searches for the light switch. your boyfriend effortlessly picks you up, wrapping his arms around your frame as you both lean in to devour each other again. he messily shoves his tongue in your mouth and you audibly whine, a reaction that he’s become quite familiar with in the past few years, a reaction that tells him you want more. he continues to carry you all the way to his bedroom, throwing you onto his bed as he strips himself in record time. cut to a few minutes later and you’re both on top of jongseob’s sheets, your back laid against his silk pillows as he plows into your heat as hard as he can. the only sounds filling the room are the bed creaking and the noises being pulled out of you and your lover, whether it be your loud moans for more, or jongseob’s curses mixed with sweet praises. time slips by as your boyfriend continues to fuck into you, never speeding up his comfortable pace and just basking in finally having you like this again.

and i can 100% envision marathon sex after jongseob comes home to you for the first time in months, with you praising him for his hard work, and him telling you how much he missed feeling your tight walls around his fat cock. you fuck for hours, until it’s late at night and your limbs are too tired to continue. the scent of sweat and sex doesn’t even bother you, and you tuck your head into your boyfriend’s chest and doze off, content that he’s finally here, and satisfied with the feeling of his cum oozing out of your swollen hole…

a/n: can u tell i want to be bred

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buddierecs · 6 months ago

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established relationship buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

take my hand and don't you ever let go by: sourwolfseblaine "buck takes care of eddie when he starts acting differently after a close call." word count: 4.2k important tags: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, soft!buddie, comfort sex, gentle sex, blow jobs, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz, anal sex, marriage proposal middle of the night (series) by: tawaifieddiediaz "buck and eddie take advantage of an empty house." word count: 15k important tags: Switch!buddie, shameless smut, anal sex, sex toys, rimming, praise kink, multiple orgasms, aftercare eat, praise, love by: brewrosemilk "in which eddie teaches himself to voice his desires without shame." word count: 109k important tags: porn with feelings, fluff, praise kink, degradation kink, rough sek, semi-public sex, impact play, future fic blue eyes and bare walls by: underhung_aura "buck and eddie are newlyweds and looking to paint their new bedroom. what ensues is the butting of heads, some arguing of both the fun and not fun variety, and desperate paint-filled sex on the floor." word count: 45k important tags: future fic, fluff, intimacy, married!buddie, hand jobs, frottage, spink kink, marking, pet names, praise kink, feminization ours to keep by: brewrosemilk "buck and eddie pass their single, shared brain-cell back and forth, trying to keep their relationship a secret." word count: 8.9k important tags: secret relationship, porn with feelings, fluff, blow jobs we don't need to play games like these (you won me long ago) by: withmeornotatall "five times buck was turned on by eddie's complete lack of rizz and the one time he realised what his new kink was for" word count: 10k important tags: 5+1 things, fluff, smut, developing relationship, roleplay, idiots in love

ever after by: elvensorceress "sweet morning sex after their first night together because they are so in love and soft for each other." word count: 7.8k important tags: morning sex, soft!buddie, boys in love, anal sex, oral sex, barebacking, top!eddie diaz, bottom!evan buckley, making love honey hold my hand, you like making me wait for it by: siblysleaves "buck and eddie spend a week on opposite shifts and then have very sappy sex about it" word count: 4.2k important tags: porn with feelings, morning sex, phone sex back in your arms where i belong by: smilingbuckley "after having spent a month in el paso helping taking care of abuela, eddie goes back home to his family and has a tearful reunion with the love of his life." word count: 2.6k important tags: emotional sex, tenderness, anal sex, top!eddie diaz, bottom!evan buckley, comfort, cuddling, sleepy kisses a phone call in late december by: brewrosemilk “i’m so fucking cold without you,” he admits, then - and he’s not only speaking metaphorically; the snow storm is raging outside, screaming around the corners of the house; the room is drafty, and somehow despite the sweat gathering at the base of his spine and his neck - he feels cold. He wants eddie. that’s all he wants. “me too,” eddie hums, though - immediately soothing the anxiety. “never again. never again, I promise,” he sighs." word count: 4.3k important tags: secret relationship, phone sex, fluff and smut, boys in love

general audience established relationship fics mature rating established relationships fics

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monayen · 2 months ago

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I love the madness going on here but it feels like we’re on a slippery slope with this milk stuff 💀

BUT hear me out… this lends itself so well to a cow person reader. the anime kind with cow print bikini, a headband with small horns and a bell around the neck. iykwim 👀

(pologies’ if you don’t like lactation kink in this saga… mama has to feed those hungry ratmen somehow !! to make it clear, no babies are involved in my writing unless it’s a parent/babysitting/au situation. when i’m talking about the ratmen breastfeeding, it’s just magically something the reader can do and the ratmen love it. alrighty !?)

I think the dynamics of a cow person reader and other characters is something I’d like to think about more… But we’ve been talking about the ratmen so I will focus on them here ^0^

The ratman are terrified when they first lay their eyes on you. You basically dwarf them, since a cow person would definitely be bigger in height and not just in *cough* certain areas… so they jump to the conclusion that you’ll try kill them like everyone else

After they learn you won’t kill them, they stare. If you got that classic anime cow person look (bikini and all), they practically wouldn’t be able to wrap their heads around why someone would walk around showing so much skin… let alone a bell around their neck that jingles with every movement

Not that they complain about the outfit… it *flatters* you very well. It can just be awkward at how many times you have to remind them that your eyes are up here! Robert, Ratman 4, and Ratman 5 are basically shameless… but at least Micheal and Ratman 3 will have the decency to do a nervous dart around the room before they lock eyes onto your barely covered chest

They ask a lot of questions. Will your horns grow longer? How often do you shine your pretty bell? Are you cold in that outfit? ‘Cus your nipples are hard!

You definitely make the mistake of revealing too much of your… capabilities. What do you mean you can make your own drink? Is it like beer? Or more a soda? Whatever it is, they definitely are eager to try some

They’ll pester you about it every single day, following you around and asking when can they try some of your drink. It’s enough that you don’t get a lone chance to actually let go of the milk inside you, discomfort quickly settling in

You finally cave in when the pain of the buildup becomes too much, standing over the ratman as you untie the knot of your bikini top, dropping it to the floor as you present your aching chest

They absolutely waste no time scampering to get a taste, their heads pushing together to lick and suck up whatever leaks out of you

Robert picks up that squeezing helps get more milk out, gesturing for Ratman 4 to help knead the soft skin on your chest. Ratman 3 catches the strays, licking up the small trails of milk that manage to drip down onto your navel, while Micheal and 5 take turns fighting over a nipple… teeth are involved and you aren’t the only one that gets bit!

Trust that they’ll never let you get backed up again now that you’re their favorite meal<3

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metalbvcky · 3 months ago

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Stucky Reclist | Summer Reading Bingo

This summer I made it a goal of mine to read several fics, like library reading challenges as a kid, and four months later I made a blackout! I’ve compiled all the works together with links, ratings, tags, and word counts. Each fic contains different genres/tropes/AUs and authors with various abilities of weaving their words.

Thanks to @ficreadingchallenge for hosting this event!

Meow | Teen+ | 4,372 (1/1) | leveragehunters

Square #1: pets Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Magical Realism, Cats, Ghosts, Happy Ending

23 Reasons I Want to Marry Steve Rogers | Gen | 764 (1/1) | FanFicAddict7

Square #2: remix fic pair Tags: No Plot/Plotless, Remix, Marriage Proposal, buzzfeed article, Journalist Bucky, Fluff

in the morning i'll be sober and you'll still be mine | Teen+ | 2,240 (1/1) | mcwho

Square #3: author's oldest fic Tags: Drunken Confessions, Kissing, Shameless Steve Rogers, Light Angst

What We Overheard | Mature | 2,015 (1/1) | Defiler_Wyrm

Square #4: secret relationship Tags: World War II, Period-Typical Homophobia, Secret Relationship, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Mentions of Historical Racism

Who we are | Explicit | 6,186 (4/4) | Late_to_party_81

Square #5: multichapter fic Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Daddy Kink, Daddy Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes

Painterly | Explicit | 8,463 (1/1) | avintagekiss24

Square #6: high school/college AU Tags: Gratuitous Smut, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Jock Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates

finding our way back | Mature | 40k+ (series of oneshots) | brambleberet

Square #7: part of a challenge or event Tags: Domestic Discipline, Spanking, Dom Steve, Sub Bucky

when and where our eyes meet | Explicit | 2,518 (1/1) | luninosity

Square #8: happy ending Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Contact

now we’re cookin’ with gas | Explicit | 7,103 (1/1) | angeleyeavenue

Square #9: slow burn Tags: Alternate Universe - Restaurant, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Chef Bucky Barnes, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers

Dream Daddy | Explicit | 108,071 (29/29) | JBankai89

Square #10: longfic (>25000 words) Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Steve, Sugar Baby Bucky, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Age Difference, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining

A Boatload of Problems | Not Rated | 3,358 (1/1) | CherriOnTop

Square #11: BIPOC main character Tags: Veteran Steve, Veteran Bucky, Not Canon Compliant, Survivors Guilt, First Meeting, Sam POV, the wilson boat

Frost Caught Fire On Our Lips | Explicit | 7,393 (1/1) | the1918, kocuria-arts (kocuria)

Square #12: fanart Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Small Towns, One Night Stands, Age Difference, Top Steve, Bottom Bucky

Incredible! 100 Year Old Man Finds Love | Teen+ | 2,457 (1/1) | bangyababy

Square: free space Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes (Shrunkyclunks), Buzzfeed, Memes, Trolling, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Humor

so easy to love you | Gen | 2,351 (1/1) | lavenderbucky

Square #13: take your fandom to work AU Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Cooks, Cooking, Baking, Bucky Goes Back to College

the bleeding heart show | Explicit | 7,756 (1/1) | Tenillypo

Square #14: canon compliant Tags: Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Missing Scene, Escape from Siberia, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Laying Low in Wakanda, Unresolved Emotional Tension

last train home | Gen/Teen+ | 42,070 (series of oneshots) | sparkagrace

Square #15: fic written by someone who follows you Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Getting Together, Slice of Life

Quarantine 101 with Dr. Rogers (and the Husband) | Teen+ | 5,575 (1/1) | lordeofstucky

Square #16: superpowers/no powers AU Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Quarantine, Online Classes, Bucky the Husband, Steve the Professor

Haunted | Mature | 1,826 (1/1) | ThePirateStorm

Square #17: unhappy/bittersweet ending Tags: Unrequited Love, Angst, Not A Fix-It, Canon Compliant, Hallucinations

Three Men in a VW | Teen+ | 3,563 (1/1) | Brokenpitchpipe

Square #18: fix-it fic Tags: Captain America: Civil War, Missing Scenes, Road Trip from Hell, Banter, Pining

My Peach and Your Plums | Teen+ | 1,005 (1/1) | buckybarnesdeservestobehappy

Square #19: short fic (<1000 words) Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Cooks, Food as a Metaphor for Love

My Heart Skips A Beat When I’m With You | Explicit | 5,460 (1/1) | innerslumber

Square #20: Holiday Fic Tags: Valentine's Day, Topping from the Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

Ancient Dreams, Modern Land | Gen | 13,796 (1/1) | Greyspaces13

Square #21: angst Tags: Cabin Fic, Isolation, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Has PTSD, The Retreat Safe House (Marvel), Hurt/Comfort, Evil Alexander Pierce, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Bucky Barnes, Canon-Typical Violence

As Sharp as Satin | Explicit | 130k+ (WIP) | blackthorn_possum

Square #22: whump Tags: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Platonic BDSM, Handler!Steve, Dom Steve Rogers/Sub Bucky Barnes

Stucky Bingo March 2023 Round Robin | Teen+ | 2,049 (1/1) | Dogsled, Girl_Back_There, Politzania, ralsbecket, Sivan325, TrinityDay

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nametakensff · 1 month ago

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If you feel like doing another prompt… Making a Scene and Obnoxiously Noisy for Steve?? You just write his huge sneezes so well!

I *absolutely* feel like doing this prompt!! 😍 Here is 2.5k of mutual fetish AU S/teve teasing the fuck out of E/ddie at an art gallery with his tickly nose and massive sneezes <3

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, sneezing from unknown irritant, photic sneezes, extremely loud sneezes, spray, build-ups, shameless sneezing, announcing sneezes, exhibitionism/voyeurism, embarrassment, public arousal, teasing, public masturbation, S/teve makes a total spectacle of himself

CW: E/ddie experiencing a little fetish related shame, S/teve absolutely caught him off guard but they're both menaces so yeah

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NSFW, minors please DNI!

To say Eddie was distracted was an understatement. It was kind of a shame, because the art exhibit Robin had dragged them to was fairly interesting, in the poke-fun-at-all-the-‘art’-that-is-actually-a-pile-of-random-junk kind of way. This wasn’t Robin’s usual style at all, and he highly suspected (nah, scratch that, knew) that it had something to do with the quirky babe that met them at the doors and pulled Robin into a fierce hug.

Any fun-poking would need to be a covert exchange between Steve and himself. Some of these works were just begging for a snarky back and forth, but unfortunately, Steve was currently…preoccupied. Eddie tried not to stare too hard at his boyfriend as he sniffled, nostrils arching in irritation.

That morning as Eddie had been brushing his teeth in Robin’s bathroom, he nearly choked on his toothpaste as Steve, somewhere downstairs, practically roared out the most amazing sneeze. He nearly choked on a mouthful of frothy saliva and spat it out at once, gripping the counter and waiting with bated breath for a repeat performance. When it came, his knees felt weak.

“HUHHH’RESHHHHHOOOOHHH!!!”

He closed his eyes, letting the echoing sound of it burrow into his mind, where it played on loop as he continued to get ready for the day. He managed to avoid the temptation to jerk off, which took no small amount of effort on his part. His stubborn cock was begging to be touched, but since he was already significantly more behind than Robin and Steve, he strangled it into submission by thinking about calculus papers and natural disasters.

Steve was sat at the kitchen table, finishing a piece of toast. When Eddie ascertained that Robin was nowhere in sight he took no time in sidling up to his boyfriend.

“Bless you, honey,” he muttered, kissing Steve on the cheek and pulling him into a clingy hug, desperate to be touching him.

“You heard me, huh?” Steve said, and Eddie could hear the smile in his voice even as he nuzzled his face into Steve’s neck and breathed in his scent.

“You know I did.” Eddie pulled back and uttered in a gravelly voice, totally undermining his earlier attempts at keeping his arousal under control. “I bet the neighbour’s neighbours heard you, big boy.”

Steve laughed and blushed in such a pretty way that Eddie had been ready to plow him on top of the table when a frazzled Robin emerged and informed them they had 5 minutes to get to the car. Eddie pulled his boner up and tucked it under his belt, accepting his blue-balled fate until he could get Steve alone, potentially by evening. Easy enough.

Or, it should have been easy enough, had Steve stopped at those two sneezes. But no, the bastard had to sneeze at the sun the way he sometimes did when it was really bright outside:

“RRRISSSCHHHH’IEWWWW!!!”

Eddie’s miserable, constrained dick throbbed. He climbed reluctantly into the seat behind Robin on the passenger side, Steve driving and Robin giving directions. Loathe as he was to be condemned to the back seat, it was probably for the best that he just gaze out of the window and think about anything but Steve at the present moment anyway.

It wouldn’t matter how good of a job he’d done letting his mind wander to the latest D&D campaign he’d been planning, because Steve would sneeze all over again, breath hitching loudly enough that Eddie looked over in time to see him douse the steering wheel in a huge cloud of spray.

“HAAHHH’GGGITTSCHHHHH’IEWWW!!!”

Eddie sat on his hands, biting his lip hard enough to hurt. Steve was killing him. That sneeze had been incredible; so fucking loud, so wet and desperate. And the way his boyfriend sprayed the wheel in his hands hard enough to leave visible, glistening drops of moisture, the rest of the cloud glittering in the sun…it was so erotic Eddie’s stomach felt weak.

Robin was predictably ribbing Steve and rolling down her window in semi-mock disgust, and normally Steve would be more apologetic, but today he merely shook his head and uttered a relieved ‘Whew!’ in response. He and Robin were saying something and the pair of them burst into laughter, but Eddie couldn’t follow. All he could seem to focus on now was the overwhelming need to empty his balls as soon as he possibly could. When Steve looked over his shoulder at him and winked, so quickly that Eddie might have missed it was he not boring a proverbial hole into the back of his boyfriend’s head with his staring, he wanted to scream.

It seemed like Steve was going to sneeze again when they got out of the car at the gallery. Hands on hips, he peered up into the sun, face falling as a tickle started to build and tease. Eddie was helpless to look away, watching as Steve started to take in a series of huge breaths, broad chest expanding as he panted his way towards relief. It only lasted about five seconds but felt like ten minutes.

When Steve did sneeze, bending nearly in half with the force of it as he aimed it towards the ground, Eddie was convinced he was going to orgasm right there in the middle of the car park, right in front of Robin.

“HHHHRR’RRRUSHHHHHH’OOOOHHhh!!!”

Miraculously, he did not cum - even as he watched Steve’s sneeze splatter the tarmac; even as Steve sighed in relief and wiped his nose and mouth on the back of one hand.

“God, dingus, you good??” Robin asked, mercifully unaware of Eddie’s dry-mouthed gawking.

“Yeah, shit, sorry. I’m fine.” Steve responded, shaking his head a little like a bewildered Golden Retriever might. As Robin walked away, he turned to look at Eddie, a grin splitting his face – and then the bastard winked again. He tipped his head in the direction of the gallery, a gesture for Eddie to hurry up, then turned heel and made his way towards the building.

Eddie took a moment to compose himself, unsuccessfully, then followed. Steve didn’t often sneeze like this, not unless he was coming down with something, but he seemed perfectly healthy. He hadn’t been exposed to anything he was allergic to as far as Eddie was aware. Either way, he was clearly enjoying teasing the ever-living shit out of him, and even though it was driving him insane, Eddie begrudgingly admitted he was enjoying it too. No matter. He could take a little teasing, and more importantly, he could dish it back out ten-fold, preferably at some later date when Steve least expected it. He buried the thought as Robin introduced him to her artsy friend, and the four made their way inside.

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Steve was fine for around ten minutes before Eddie started to notice the way he would reach up to scrub at his nose. Eddie had already downed a flute of complimentary champagne and wanted to go and find more, but he also didn’t want to miss the inevitable explosion. No doubt he’d hear it no matter what part of the building he was in, he thought, and then dug his nails into his palms as punishment for turning himself on even more.

Robin had wandered off with her friend, leaving Steve and Eddie to wander aimlessly themselves amongst the piles of reassembled clothing. The clothes were of no consequence to either of them, however; they could have been on motherfucking Mars for all the difference it made. Steve was utterly distracted by his need to sneeze, and Eddie was utterly distracted by Steve.

“Are you doing okay, man?” Eddie eventually asked, more out of a need to dispel his pent-up giddiness than anything else.

“Mm.” Steve muttered, then sniffled and flared his nostrils. He smirked as Eddie’s eyes followed the motions. “Fine, fine. Just need to sneeze again.”

“Fuck. Fuck you.”

Eddie grabbed another flute from the tray of a disgruntled looking staff member and opened his throat to down it all in one go. Steve laughed, and Eddie flipped him off with both hands.

A couple of minutes later, as Eddie was squinting judgmentally at what appeared to be an exploded suitcase, he felt Steve reach out and touch his arm. Any arousal he’d managed to curtail with boring modern art surged back in an instant, the look of sheer pre-sneeze desperation plastered across Steve’s face sending his heart rate skyrocketing.

“Eddie-! I’m gonna-!”

“I know, I know, fuck. Let’s get you outside.”

Eddie grabbed Steve by the wrist and started to drag them towards the exit. When he was met with resistance, he turned around in utter confusion. Steve hated making a scene when he sneezed, which was practically every time other people were around. Usually, he would have already been semi-sprinting outside himself. When Eddie locked eyes with him, however, he saw, even as Steve’s eyelids struggled to stay open, that his boyfriend’s eyes were twinkling with naked amusement.

What the fuck has gotten into him today, Eddie’s brain managed to think amidst the roaring arousal and budding anxiety. If Steve wanted to sneeze himself silly indoors, in front of all these people, then he could go ahead; Eddie certainly wouldn’t object to him putting on a show. He was painfully aware, however, of the fact that if everyone was looking in the direction of Steve, no doubt everyone would also be able to see him – red in the face, breathing already laboured like some caricature of a dirty old man. Fuck.

“Steve, I really think we should get you outside.” He tried again, his voice sounding embarrassingly high-pitched and hysterical.

It made no difference. Even if Steve had suddenly come to his senses and agreed with him, he couldn’t have moved if he tried, now firmly in the throes of a gasping build-up.

“HUH-HH!! HUH! HAHHDT-!!”

Eddie’s cock throbbed with each gasp, obscenely loud, audible enough that a few bystanders had already turned to look in search of the source. Eddie’s nails dug into his palms even harder as he watched on. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but wait for the inevitable. He jumped as Steve suddenly grabbed him by the bicep, clinging to him as he continued to surrender to the tickle. Bastard! Fucking asshole, making it impossible for Eddie to stay out of the spectacle. His face burned as more people turned around and stared straight at the pair of them. It was embarrassing as hell, but it was also turning him on to no end. Excitement and shamelessness warred with a smattering of self-loathing inside of him.

At last, Steve sucked in one huge gasp, chest expanded to capacity (stretching the stupidly preppy, tight little t-shirt Eddie pretended to hate). He paused for a moment, a perfectly desperate pre-sneeze expression twisting his features. He looked beatific, Eddie thought; a picture of total surrender, absolutely gorgeous. He forgot where they were for a brief moment as he stared and stared at his boyfriend – and then Steve sneezed.

“HAAAHHH’RESSSHHHH’IEWWWW!!!”

The first sneeze shot out of him, pitching him forward violently and causing Eddie to scramble to support him. The high ceilings and cavernous layout of the building amplified the sound - already impressive under normal circumstances - to practically ear-splitting. Eddie actually heard some people yelping in surprise, heard the sound of metal clattering to the ground as if someone had dropped something. Steve reared his head back.

“AEEEGK’TISHHHHHH’IEWWW!!!”

The second sneeze jostled them both, and Eddie watched through unblinking eyes as the colossal cloud of spray it produced drifted to the floor, joining the splatters of its predecessor. He shivered, feeling almost feverish as Steve drew back to wind up for another monster, nostrils flared to capacity and mouth gaping wide.

“HUHHHH’RUSSSSSHHHHHH’AHHH!!!”

The third sneeze was somehow louder, wetter than the previous two; Steve practically bellowed it out, another dense cloud of spray gracing the air. Eddie sensed eyes upon them, so many eyes, but he didn’t have it in him to look away from Steve; he was just as entranced as they were.

Steve wound back again, looking agonised and orgasmic all at once, and Eddie knew this next sneeze – and god, let it be the last because otherwise he was going to die and/or cum in the middle of this stupid fucking gallery – would be the biggest yet. Steve gasped, squeezing Eddie’s bicep like a lifeline, and sneezed as hard as Eddie had ever seen him do.

“HHHUHHHH’RUSSSSHHHHHHH’OOOOHHhh!!!”

Another fucking stunner. Eddie’s entire body felt electric. He felt like jello, like he’d already cum and was basking in afterglow. Somehow, he had managed to keep it together. His grip on Steve was firm, steadying him as he panted in the aftermath of what Eddie was sure had to have been some of sexiest sneezes to have ever graced the planet.

The echo of the final eruption faded, and left in its wake a silence that was somehow even more jarring than the cacophony of sneezes. Eddie peeled his eyes away from Steve’s flushed face, peering round the room and noting that everyone – every single fucking person in sight – was staring. One woman clutched a hand to her chest as if moments away from a heart attack; another man’s mouth was actually hanging open in shock.

Steve cleared his throat and coughed gently, completely involuntarily. Eddie’s eyes swiveled back to him in concern, but before he could get a word out, the room erupted into laughter and murmurs alike, as if Steve had broken the spell of silence just as easily as he’d cast it. A man walked up to them and clapped Steve on the back good-naturedly; a couple of people shouted blessings across the room; Eddie caught snippets of conversations, things like ‘…poor thing!....must be exhausted…biggest sneezes I’ve ever…’.

He watched in disbelief as Steve boyishly ran a finger under his nose, smiling and joking with the man and a little crowd of onlookers. He could scarcely fucking believe it, but somehow the immense charisma of his boyfriend had effectively endeared these people to him even after blowing their eardrums out. He was so in shock with the turn of events that when Steve turned to him and murmured a playful “Bless me”, he nearly lost it.

“Bathroom,” he muttered before practically sprinting to the men’s room, almost deflating in relief when he saw it was unoccupied. He locked himself in one of the stalls, pulled his painfully hard, dripping cock out of his pants and started a no-nonsense rhythm on himself. He could practically taste his orgasm, body going rigid and knees shaking. He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, unsure whether he’d be able to stop himself from sliding to the ground when he did cum.

Suddenly, a muffled fifth sneeze from Steve echoed out, audible all the way from the other side of the gallery in its booming intensity. If that hadn’t been enough to send Eddie hurtling over the edge, it was the following laughter and blessings directed at his boyfriend that pushed his orgasm from fantastic to mind-blowing. He yelped, cumming hard in long streaks all over the linoleum floor, mewling and twitching as he rode it out to completion.

As he sat there in the aftermath, sweat dripping down his back and gluing his t-shirt to his heaving chest, Eddie was already beginning to formulate a plan to pay Steve back in earnest. He peered absentmindedly at the mess he’d made and smiled.

#time to torture s/teve (and e/ddie) with ungodly huge sneezes again 😔#I meant to keep these so short gah...2.5k should be the absolute limit lol #s/tranger t/hings #nametakenfic #sneeze fic #sneeze fucker #snz fucker #snz kink #sneeze kink #snz fet #snzblr

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