#that trailer made ME feral
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okay so I just finished reading romancing mister bridgerton and all I want for S3 part 2 is to see Colin being completely obsessed with Penelope, like okay yes he needs to have his "oh my" moment about whistledown but then he needs to be like so fiercely protective and I hope the conflict doesn't centre on him questioning whether he wants to be with her after finding out, because that man is feral for Penelope, they are the definition of "she fell first, he fell harder" and I need it because that man fell so damn hard he's permanently concussed, I need obsessed, feral, Colin "my wife" Bridgerton right now immediately
#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#colin x penelope#polin#bridgerton#that trailer made ME feral#i need them immediately what do you mean i have to wait 10 days??
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Another summer doodle :D
idk if somebody have done this already but one day the inspiration strucked me like a fright train and i had to draw it
i was THIS CLOSE to finishing it and posting before the second OH SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING trailer, oh well ÂŻ_(ă)_/ÂŻ
also the og bg is staying because:
1) i don't want to draw something else; and
2) i find it 1000 times funnier that they ended up in a prison van and that they were in school (hey guess what, now i have like 2 ideas for AU's-simply because of the unchaanged background...AND THE MOVIE ISN'T EVEN OUT YET)
Part 1 Part 3
og photo under cut:
#I WANT THIS MOVIE NOW PLEASE *FERAL ANIMAL NOISES*#the idea that orion and d are in school and are sneeking out throu a portal just cracks me up XD#we-wo we-wo lights#orion: head empty no thoughts#yet still pround of himself#d-16: is regreting every life decision he has ever made#summer doodle#transformers#maccadam#transformers one#my art#orion pax#d 16#meme redraw#after seeing the 2nd trailer:#YES THE FINGER SCENE WILL BE IN THE MOVIE#YEEESSS#AND THE ONE THAT FOLOWS *THE PUNCH*#MMM CHEFS KISS#doodle#tf one#art#digital art
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i genuinely hope they don't redeem nine. with the ten episode run time and with how action-packed this season's going to be, i want to watch his slow decline. starting off with just one wish - to create a world for himself, to change the grim, and then have it spiral over the course of the season. him seeing the iterations of himself from other shatterverses fight against him. watching them interact with their friends from their universes and wondering why he was born in this one, why those versions of him get encouraging hands on their shoulders when all he feels is the cold touch of metal on his back. him surrounding himself with robots in exact replicas as his opponents, not just for the sake of fighting. the envy, the anger, the desire to have power but the inability to control it. the leaking patience. he's playing god and i am here for it.
#i dont usually post sonic but the sonic prime season three trailer made me less than sane#nine continues to be my absolute favorite#let him go feral tbh#i have so many thoughts about him#him??? fucking levitating in that one scene??? hes being consumed#hes probably not going to get a happy ending#sonic prime#sonic prime season 3#sonic prime s3#sonic prime spoilers#nine the fox#nine sonic prime#sonic prime nine#tails nine
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stanley running away just at the sound of the narratorâs voice drawing closer and closer in the tspud announcement trailer will never not be my fav bit of stanley characterization ever. that guy literally be running for his goddamn life away from that voice trying to make him do whatever shenanigans heâs come up with this time. the implications that this is just a thing they doâthat this is just the norm. he is and always will be running after stanley when a new idea strikes his mind. and Stanley, the protagonist, just fucking despises it. cat and mouse chase in an infinite loop
#crow thoughts#SHAKES YOU DHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU#DO YOU SEE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.#god I hope someday we get another trailer that makes me go as feral as I do when thinking bout this one#it makes my head spin#they made that trailer with the thought âhow much characterization can we stuff into a trailer before itâs too much-#-for people to handle?â and then didnât wait for an answer
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Dragon Age: The Veilguard
#da:v#da:v spoilers#dragon age: the veilguard#a collection of random entirely unedited screencaps#from today's release date trailer#that made me feral
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I would just like to apologize for the person I will become once the One Piece Netflix series drops.
#that trailer has made me absolutely feral#i can feel 12 year old me taking back control#one piece#one piece netflix#everyone who knows me is about to become so sick kf me
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Dudes,,, I just realized that we might have to like,, see the death of Ellie's mom on screen in the HBO show and the fact that Ashley Johnson is playing her is going to make it SO much more painful djdjfn like I really hope they include some scenes from TLOU American Dreams where Ellie meets Marlene and gets that letter from her mom and stuff too because gOD wouldn't that be neat
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PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT âââ cillian murphy â§đŠč
àłââ· âI am turned inside out by the ache in your voice, the taste of your tongue." â âAfternoon Masala: Poemsâ, Vandana Khanna
pairing. cillian murphy x actor!reader
summary. you and your co-star, cillian, are having a hard time performing a sex scene for your movie. they do say, however, practice makes perfect.
warnings. swearing, thigh-riding, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, mentioned/implied age gap, probably inaccurate depictions of actor-life, mirror sex, slight breeding kink, kinda innocent reader(?), AU cillian murphy (not married/no kids), SMUT UNDER THE CUT!Â
word count. 4.5k
a/n. this is not in any way meant to disrespect cillians wifeđ i js made this a not married AU to be convenient!
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âCut - cut, cut!â The director repeated, his increasing irritation colouring his voice completely. âNow, I said it earlier, butââ
You scrubbed your face with a sigh, getting up off of Cillian and the desk, who was propping himself up by the elbows. âItâs not passionate enough,â you finished flatly for your director, who nodded earnestly.Â
âI promise, this is as tiring for me as it is for you. Remember,â the director continued, the script half curled in his hands and making a thin flapping noise, âitâs the culmination of six months of pining. Six months of taboo, unrelenting, electric tension. Nothing more than stares in class and brief touches- you are supposed to be bordering feral for one another.â
You, and your co-star, Cillian, were currently filming the first sex scene of a movie portraying the forbidden, toxic love affair between a barely 18 teenage student and her much older teacher. Well, not exactly filming- you werenât getting far with the scene, for the two of you just couldnât get it right. Or, as the director liked to say, passionate enough.Â
The role was already incredibly taxing, even without the added stress of the sex scene: it was 20 hour work days, living on set in a trailer far from home, having to devote at least half of those hours to filming this very sex scene, and had a perfectionist director like yours.Â
The problem was that it was long, and the director wanted it done in one take. Brilliant man, he was, and had a love for this project you wished every director had for theirs, but he was adamant on it being done perfectly. He said it was intended to be the âprimary and most iconicâ scene of the entire film, for it was the crux of the story; the point of no return for the characters.Â
âWith all due respect, Iâve never imagined such a scenario, much less had experience. Just how can you expect me to portray a student-teacher romance accurately?â
âThatâs your job: to imagine and perform.â The director demanded, obviously up to his ears in frustration.
Just before you retorted irately, Cillian cut in smoothly. âI think what she means,â he said, watching the veins in the directorâs forehead nearly burst, âis that itâs hard to perform because itâs not common. Sâeasy to act in love because thereâs love all around, yeah? We donât have much to go off of, visually.â
The directorâs gaze rapidly flitted between you and Cillian for a moment, before letting go of his anger and sighing wearily. âYouâve never even thought about a superior that way? Someone older than you?â he pressed, obviously joking and trying to lighten the setâs mood.Â
You paused, and tried not to look at Cillian, your blatantly gorgeous forty-something co-star who was chosen for this role firstly, because of his stellar acting and secondly, because of how fucking attractive he was.Â
His character was a total fucking creep, and you knew casting Cillian had been a calculated choice; all in the name of making the audienceâs guard come down to be smacked in the face by his immorality later. He was meant to be charming, handsome, and terribly, totally, off-limits: the object of completely forbidden desire, the line your character was desperate to cross.Â
It seemed the same in real life, too: the young inexperienced actress wanting to ignore those societal niceties and pine wholeheartedly over the middle-aged actor with decades of knowledge under his belt.Â
You werenât, like, in love or anything, but you certainly reveled in his presence: he was patient, kind, and completely understanding of your lack of experience, always guiding you through all the steps an actor takes during filming like when to take off hair and makeup, what best to say to family and friends prying for details- all the things, he said, he wished someone told him when he was first starting out.Â
You were afraid you two had unknowingly fallen into a mentor-mentee dynamic, but there were always those spare moments, between hearty fits of laughter and silly conversation that youâd never expected to come from such an intimidating man as Cillian, where his rough hands would brush past your waist, gaze dragging up and down your body, sounding sensual and provocative despite nothing dirty leaving his mouth at all.Â
He made your insides pulse, especially when your more intimate scenes came about, and you could only have a lusting womanâs pipedream that he felt the same.Â
You still remember the first sequence youâd done with him: in the movie, your characters met after-class to make up for a missed exam, and it was the start of their corrupt attraction. Cillian had been pressed against your back, leaning over you to pressuringly peer at the test, large hand gripping your shoulder. The air felt steamy then, his body warm, low voice making you feel lightheaded as he recited his lines.Â
You shivered at the remembrance of the moment, coming back to reality, and you answered the directorâs question with a vehement shake of the head.Â
The director let out a (strained) laugh, and smacked his palm lightly with the script, shoulders slumping. âOkay. Okay, weâll - weâll break for today. Take this extra time to imagine, research, anything- just practice the scene, alright? Practice makes perfect.âÂ
You and Cillian nodded simultaneously, giving eachother a look that just screamed âheâs ridiculousâ before tearing away from each other's stare to return to your trailers.Â
Later, you were getting ready to go to bed, peeling your freshly showered hair out of a small towel, when there was a knock at your trailer door.Â
âOne second,â you called out, pulling on your silk sleep shorts. You vaguely registered how awkward it might be to be seen in your pajamas if the director or one of your fellow actors came about, but you were way too tired to care.Â
You did care, however, self-consciously crossing your arms and covering your thinly-clothed chest, when you opened the door and there on the steps stood your co-star, Cillian.
Before speaking, he looked you up and down, icy blue eyes gleaming behind an unfamiliar pair of tortoise shell frames. âYou goinâ to bed?â he finally asked, tone husky.Â
His gaze lingered on the bare skin of your legs for a few seconds longer and you shifted uncomfortably, crossing your ankles together in a poor attempt to hide yourself.Â
âWhat do you need?â you asked briskly, more sharp than you meant it to be.Â
âSorry,â he corrected himself, shaking his head and finally looking you in the eye. âI meantâa come by earlier⊠got caught up. I know this, ah, sex scene is tripping us up, soâŠâ he trailed off, lifting up the white script heâd been holding behind his back. âYâup for some practice?â
You blinked rapidly at the simple, innocent request. Mere rehearsal, not some lecherous late-night escapade youâd been dreaming up in your mind. âOh⊠yes, of course,â you nodded numbly, moving out of the way to let him step in.Â
Only moments later, when heâd perched onto the edge of your vanity â looking uniquely casual in what you assumed was his version of pajamas: baggy gray sweatpants and a fitted, well-worn black t-shirt â did you realize the connotations of rehearsing your sex scene.Â
Sure, it was all pre-determined, every word youâd say and every action youâd perform, but still. Saying- and doing, such suggestive things after-hours? That was beyond your dirtiest fantasies.
However, you shook yourself internally: Cillian had come to rehearse the scene with professional intentions. Honestly, heâd probably done so because he was tired of you messing up the scene. He could do his own part masterfully, and you knew that if itâd been a better, more experienced actress by his side, filming wouldâve moved on ages ago.Â
You took shaky, tentative steps near him, settling on your bed, watching him flip through the scriptâ when he looked up and frowned.Â
âWhatâre you doing? Come here,â he gestured for you to come closer, almost a command. âWe donât have a desk, so we can use your vanity.â
You nodded, biting your lip and nervously complying with his words. âSo, weâll start from the beginning?â you asked, your voice -- and legs -- suddenly feeling terribly weak.
His eyes were still trained on the paper as he answered. âNot necessarily. The sex part sâreally the only thing weâre having trouble with, yeah?âÂ
You gulped, throat dry. âYeah, I guess so.âÂ
With that, he chanced one last look at the script, before diving into the scene. His actions were ones you were extremely familiar with, having attempted this scene everyday for at least a week now.Â
His body turned to yours, hands coming up to your jaw, and pressing your back onto the table slightly. He held you tightly, and made you look at him, while delivering his lines softly, memorable Irish accent replaced by his characterâs generic American one.
Jiltedly, you did the same, poorly remembering what you needed to say and dragging through it like some amateur. âFuck, sorry,â you cursed suddenly, tearing away from his touch and sighing.Â
He gave you a small, careful smile, immediately breaking out of character and taking a step away from the vanity. âNo need tâbe nervous. Practice makes perfect, right?âÂ
You snorted at his quoting of the director. âI just⊠I donât know what he means by passionate. Iâm trying to be professional about this but - but Iâve seriously never been in some steamy love-affair.â
âCanât really expect that of you, can we? Youâre too young, too muchâve a good girl for that kinda âting.â He said, hand coming up to your shoulder, the one where your silk tanktopâs spaghetti strap had slipped off, rubbing it soothingly.Â
You practically melted into a puddle at both the pet name and how the rough pads of his fingers brushed against your sensitive skin. You were so entranced you almost whined when he stopped and pulled up your fallen strap, but instead you wordlessly snatched the script that was dropped onto the table and found one of the lines, inhaling sharply and readying yourself.Â
Your hand came up to tug on the sleeve of Cillianâs shirt, as dictated by the script. âSir, please,â you whispered out in your characterâs high pitched voice, âI - I⊠want you to touch me.â
âThis is -- wrong. Iâm your teacher, and IâŠâ Cillian responded, swiftly back in character, the back of his palm grazing your cheek. âI gotta break your heart, darling.â
You looked up at Cillian, summoning crocodile tears to fill your gaze. âPlease. I need you.â Then, one of your clammy hands ran down Cillianâs chest as you spoke, like it did back on set. âI think of you, at night. I soaked through my shorts the day you scolded me.â
You heard Cillianâs breath hitch- his character, you reminded yourself. âFucking hell⊠I think of you in class, sweetheart,â he growled out perfectly.Â
So far, so good, you thought. It wasnât awkward, and was already miles better than the lackluster performances youâd given previously. You continued by leaning into Cillianâs touch, making him sit on the vanityâ the part of the scene youâd gotten to this morning, before the director called cut.
This time, however, Cillianâs actions differed from the ones he was supposed to perform: instead of petting the crown of your head, his fingers trailed down your hips, sending shivers down your spine.
âIâll be good for you, sir,â you recited, face growing hot as his hand inched closer to the curve of your ass. âYou can do whatever you want to me.â
Cillianâs gaze had darkened now, flitting over your features. He didnât say his line - or, had at least missed the timing, and you removed your hands from his body worriedly. âAre you alrightââ
Before you could finish your sentence, Cillian had grabbed you by the ass, switching your places and setting you down on the edge of the vanity.Â
âCillian!â you squeaked out, the only thing you could really say as you processed what exactly just happened. Your mind was swimming with confusion â and anticipation â as he stood before you, legs pressing on either side of your knees and trapping you on the vanity.Â
âImprov,â he promised quietly in his telltale Irish accent, a sly wink appearing on his sharp features.Â
You bit your lip, nodded, and repeated your line. You trusted him to guide you â and the rehearsal â because, as mentioned before, he did these kinds of things often. If he thought youâd act better if you sat on the vanity, youâd sit on the vanity.Â
His hand then pet your hair, the other hand coming up to your chin and making you look up at him. âWhatever I want?â he murmured, back on track with the script.Â
You bat your lashes at him. âEverything. Iâm yours.â
Now, this is where you thought Cillian would stopâ because after your line came the kissing and the touching and the heavy petting: all things you thus far hadnât filmed at all, because you couldnât even get the dialogue out right.Â
Instead, he leaned down and began to press hungry kisses down your neck, making you gasp.
âWhat are youââ
âShh,â he demanded softly, âit's all part of the scene, remember?â
You blinked dumbly, mouth opening and closing, unable to register a coherent thought or word. He said it was part of the scene but youâd read that script, and his teeth nipping lightly at your skin was not written anywhere within it.
But, you gulped down your thoughts, and belted out several more of your lines in tandem to his own. With his other hand gripping your thigh so tight you thought it might bruise, you were starting to think that maybe this was one of those lecherous late-night escapades you were dreaming of.Â
All youâd been doing was acting, like heâd asked, but still, you could see clear as day how thatâd affect himâ how easily it could be to succumb. After all, you were just barely restraining yourself from jumping his bones: how could you not, with his gorgeous face just inches away from yours?
Well, acting or not, youâd enjoy every minute of this.
When one of his hands began playing with the waistband of your shorts as he suckled on your pulse, that just right spot on your neck, you couldnât help the whimper that left your mouth.Â
However, the noise seemed to startle him; jumpshock him back to reality, and your suspicions became completely confirmed when he pulled away from you roughly.Â
âFuck, Iâmââ a pained grimace washed over his features, looking you up and down like he just realized what heâd been doing. âI donât know what came over me, Iâ shouldnât⊠I shouldnât have come here tonight.â
You stared at him, body disappointed at the lack of touch, watching him press his pink lips into a conflicted white line. âWhat - what dâyou mean?â
His gaze coursed over your every feature, so intently you thought he was admiring your face. âI canâtâ we canât happen. Yâtoo young, youâre, youâre tooâŠâ
âThen we can stop. If thatâs what you want,â you murmured coyly, hand coming up to pick a piece of thread off his thin shirt. âBut only if you ask. Câmon, say it: I donât want you and I want this to stop.â
He groaned, biting his lip. âDonât do that. I canât do that.â
âDo what?â You tilted your head to the side.Â
âTease. Because you know I wonât tell you to stop. âCause I wonât be able to fucking control mâself,â he grumbled, before pressing a desperate, deep kiss to your lips, pulling you off the vanity and continuing down your chest.
âThen donât. Take me for everything I have,â you whined, following his every move and manhandling touch.Â
He breathed heavily between kisses. âSaying those kindsâa words with that pretty voice of yours⊠fuck, youâre doing things to me.âÂ
Your hands were trailing all over his body, and then you tugged his shirt off, desperate to feel him. He had similar thoughts, fingers dipping into your silk shorts and petting your hot mound.Â
âNeed you,â you panted, and, at your words, he suddenly tore off your silk shorts and panties in one clean go, making you shiver.
He then sat down on your vanity chair and roughly grabbed you by the hips to place yourself onto one of his thighs. The thick fabric of his sweatpants, taking in your wetness like a sponge, made you wince.
âGo on then,â he demanded darkly, âget yâself off on my fucking thigh. Show me how bad you need me.â
You bit your lip, face burning with shame at the order. But there was an aching need in your gut, and the way he crossed his arms, watching and waiting for you to get the hell on with it, had you clenching around his thigh.
Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, and you began slowly rutting against him, the soft fabric of his pants doing poor work for pleasuring your core. You pressed your face into his shoulder, screwed up at the lack of friction.Â
âCanât do it,â you whined, âPlease.âÂ
He rolled his eyes. âYou said you needed me. Youâve got me,â he gestured to his thigh, âso get to work.â Then, he suddenly flexed, making an unwarranted mewl leave your mouth.
You wanted nothing more than his fucking cock, but here you were, pathetically pleasuring yourself on his thigh until he allowed otherwise. You nodded resignedly, and dug your fingernails into his shoulders, starting to set a steady pace of grinding down on him, slowly building up the heat within your insides.Â
You were moaning now, vigorously dragging your hips against him harder, needier, feeling the pressure in your cunt grow hotter and more rampant.Â
âYâhear that?â He asked, one of his fingers tilting your chin back up to face him. âDâyou even realize how fucking delicious you sound, all needy fâme?â
You nodded, but werenât really paying attention: you were closer than ever, just moments away from falling off the edgeâ when Cillian stopped you.Â
âStop,â he spoke, voice filled with sheer lust, and you whimpered at the abrupt loss of momentum. Then, he got up, holding you against him by the waist, looking down at his sweatpants. âYou made such a mess⊠soaked all over mâpants.â
You didnât â no, couldnât respond to his musings, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to return friction to your needy pussy, biting down on your lip to muffle your breathy pants.Â
He noticed this, however, smirking and quickly pressing you stomach down onto the vanity. You caught a glimpse of yourself for the first time since your shower, and you flushed with shame: your eyes were heavy-lidded and dilated, lips pink and slick with drool, your brows in a perpetual knit.
You looked fucking filthy, and when you felt Cillian press his thick head to your entrance, something you hadnât noticed heâd pulled out, too enraptured in your dirty expression, you shut your eyes.Â
You were suddenly so much more aware of the situation: youâd fucked yourself silly on your co-stars thigh, the co-star who was twice your age. He now knew you werenât a talented aspiring actress, no, you were just a desperate little thing begging to be fucked.Â
âHey, hey,â He tutted in mock-disappointment, âopen your eyes, and fucking watch yourself. Itâll be good for our scene.â
You whimpered helplessly, obeying him and fluttering your eyes open, as he pushed his cock past your dripping folds inch by inch.Â
âOh my god,â you cried out when he finally pressed all the way in. You felt so full, stretched to the brim with his hardened cock, so deep his balls touched your sticky clit.
âSo fucking wet,â he commented, chuckling darkly behind you. You were totally slick, helping him enter you faster, but his cock was still a foreign intrusion to your inexperienced cunt: you were young, and had never been the type to âget aroundâ â at least not with the intentions of getting fucked so much you could take any length of dick easily.Â
You clenched around him, a groan leaving his mouth at the increased pressure around his cock, and he snapped into you, making you bounce forward as your lips parted with a sweet moan.Â
Youâd been focussed on his face, in the mirror, but Cillianâs hand suddenly tangled through your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and lifting your head to face yourself. âI told you to fucking watch yourself,â he spat, gripping your hair tightly. âyouâre the reason we canât wrap up, so do your job and fuckinâ practice.â
With that, Cillian started pounding into you, digging the rough pads of his fingers into your hip, and you wouldâve protested such a fast progression â having been given barely any time to get used to his long cock â but your expression was even worse than before, if that was even possible.Â
Your mouth was open, tongue out and panting like a fucking dog, your lustfully sticky spit spilling down your chin to your chest, and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head with each hearty thrust Cillian delivered you. The sounds you were making werenât helping your embarrassment either, all unintelligible mewls and needy whines for his cock.Â
âYouâve wanted me for so long, havenât you? I always knew what a filthy desperate girl you were, pressing up against me during shooting⊠those naughty hands on my thighs,â he snickered.Â
âNeeded you in me so bad,â you whimpered, nodding enthusiastically, barely able to register what you were doing now with the pleasure washing over you and clouding your senses. Your back was arching into him, sucking in his cock and never wanting him to leave despite the mind-breaking ecstasy that was coming from his pounding.Â
âJust look at your dirty fuckinâ face⊠so pathetic.â he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek; sweet and lovely, a stark juxtaposition to his unrelenting rutting and degrading words.Â
You whined at his words, but you knew they were true: youâd never seen yourself get fucked, always too busy with, well, getting fucked, but seeing yourself in the mirror like this had you unexpectedly hotter than before. There was just something about it, your face unabashedly contorting around the pleasure, Cillianâs hands snaking up your body as he rammed into you in the background.Â
Kind of like your own personal porno, you thought offhandedly, and you wondered how itâd affect you if you filmed yourself. Hopefully, with Cillian.Â
His other hand then came up to your folds, spreading them apart so he could see himself disappear into your hole. âFuck, your cuntâs so perfect,â he growled, his head falling back, losing himself in the pleasure.Â
The orgasm building in your gut wasnât like the one when youâd been grinding down on his thick thigh, no, it came faster, making you sweat and your knees shake. You wanted more, and you gasped out âfaster,â and âharder,â to Cillian, needing him in the stick spongy spot deep in your cunt.Â
âPlease,â you begged without any expectation of a real answer or action, âplease, Cillian, please.â
He did go faster, though, to your apparent shock, both hands coming to your thighs to steady himself. âSo needy,â he grumbled, pushing himself deeper and more swiftly into you, feeling how deliciously your fleshy walls tightened around his new pace.Â
With that, your high came just as quick, hitting you like a fucking freight train and making you scream out his name. Your orgasm wrecked you, made your vision go white and your thoughts stutter to a complete halt, and you vaguely made out Cillianâs proud hum, whispering âGood girl,â in your ear.Â
When you came to, your head was hanging low, your eyes blown out, lips puffy. Cillian was still thrusting into your worn-out pussy, but it was more jilted, shaky and needy.Â
âCome in me,â you pleaded suddenly, gripping the vanity to keep your trembling legs up, âfill me up, please, make your come spill out of me.â
âGood god, girl,â he groaned, pounding one last thrust into you before letting go, his cock pulsing around your wet core. He was pressed up to you so deep you could feel him shoot his load right into your cervix, and you grinned weakly, a sweet image of you: knocked up with his kid, your cunt so young and fertile youâd get pregnant from just about anything from him, entering your mind.Â
After a moment, he slipped his softening cock out of your filthy cunt and picked you up by the waist to set you down on the vanity and keep you from falling onto the floor.Â
âThank you,â you mumbled, looking up at him through your lashes. You then bit your lip, feeling his thick load of creamy come ooze out of your used hole onto your vanity.Â
He noticed too, letting out a satisfied groan, spreading your legs lightly, before collecting himself on his finger and pushing his come back into your cunt. âSuch a good girl,â he reiterated, going back to being sweet and petting your hair, doting on your weak form, looking deep into your eyes.Â
You swooned at his delicate actions. âIs this a good time to say I like you?âÂ
He laughed, all adoringly. âItâs as good a time as any. I like you, too, if itâs any consolation.âÂ
âBut you, yâknow⊠you said I was too young,â you reminded him, frowning slightly.Â
He sighed, gaze drifting away nervously for a moment before coming back to you. âThat I did, but, well⊠if you wanna take this old man for a ride before I keel over,â he shrugged.
You couldnât help the laugh that belted out of you, his words so ridiculous and completely not based in reality. âOh, sure,â you said, shaking your head, lips still in an amused tilt, âyouâre mine, old man.â
Before he could speak, probably say another stupid joke, your hands wrapped around his neck and you pulled him toward you, pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips.Â
âI like you like you, okay?â You whispered, sounding incredibly juvenile but twice as heartfelt, your tone wavering and self-conscious. You were bearing your heart on your sleeve here, okay, acknowledging feelings you thought should never come to light.Â
His hands came up to your face, gently holding you. âGood thing I like you like you, too.â
ii.
âCut!â The director called, and you swore you felt your heart drop to the floor. Fuck, you thought, mind racing, what went wrong this time? Was it the kissing, or the hands in the hair?
However, the director came up to you and Cillian and let out an uncharacteristic shriek of delight. âPerfection,â he said simply, bordering on catatonic with how content he was.Â
Your shoulders slumped with relief, and you leaned into Cillian, who was subtly dancing his fingers across your thigh. âItâs finished?â you asked, breathless with excitement.
The director nodded. âThat was electric, needy, tense, delicious, passionate, so, so passionate,â he continued with a gasp, hands clasping together tightly. âYou are two of the most amazing actors I have ever worked withâ you are incredibly talented, so convincing Iâd have thought you did sleep together.âÂ
You preened at his praise, but not without looking up at Cillian, meeting his gaze and barely keeping your expression happy and neutral and not at all warm at the thought of the other night's events.Â
As the director went off rambling about the utter masterpiece the movie was to be, Cillian trailed behind you off the set, murmuring lowly in your ear, âI guess practice does make perfect.â
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Rinse Cycle.
summary: Bucky pulls his arm from the dishwasher and you love how warm it is.
warnings: Smut | 18+ MDNI | TB*!Bucky | Fingering | Dirty talk | Swearing | Groping | Nipple play | Teasing | Orgasm denial (you do finish in the end hehe)
a/n: Thunderbolts* trailer has me feral af. I have so many ideas I want to write, but this is a start. I didn't mean for this to get so long but maybe that's just Bucky pulling more passion out of me. I need him. We don't know how he's going to act in the movie so I just sort of winged it from what the trailer provided. Unedited. ;; wc: 5.8k
It was chore day. You hated chore day.
The monotony of it all felt suffocating, an endless cycle of tedious tasks that seemed to pile up endlessly. Dishes stacked in the sink, laundry overflowing from the hamper, bathroom in dire need of scrubbing, kitchen counters cluttered with remnants of meals past, and trash threatening to spill over - it all felt like an insurmountable mountain of responsibilities.
The weight of these mundane tasks pressed down on you, a constant reminder of the adulting you'd been avoiding. But there was no escaping it any longer; you had procrastinated to the very limit of what was tolerable.
You tried not to be too hard on yourself about the state of things. Both you and Bucky struggled with mental health and that often made seemingly simple tasks, like washing dishes or tidying up, feel overwhelmingly difficult. You both understood this struggle and did your best to help one another out. You developed a system and worked together, splitting household chores as a team when possible. But you both had your days where you couldnât contribute as much, so it was up to the other to carry it.
With a heavy sigh, you began the dreaded process by gathering the scattered laundry. Your movements were deliberately quiet as you crept into the bedroom where Bucky was currently taking a heavy nap. His face, usually etched with worry lines, appeared peaceful for once. You couldn't help but pause for a moment, taking him in, his features and how beautiful he was to you. It was a stark contrast to the terrorized nights you'd both endured, filled with his restless tossing and turning.
Thankfully, the relentless nightmares he suffered from had become less frequent since you'd started sharing the bed. It had been a slow process, watching him migrate from the cold, hard floor, to the slightly more comfortable couch, and finally to the warmth and safety of your shared bed.
You often slept with him before his migration, napping on the floor during the night or on the couch while he remained on the floor. You both laid together on the couch, but you also slept separately. Now, you were just glad he had finally moved into bed with you.
He was curled up in bed, his form a picture of peaceful slumber. His messy hair framed his face, giving him an endearing, boyish look. His mouth was slightly open, soft breaths escaping in a gentle rhythm, and his metal arm was absent from his body. It wasn't an uncommon thing, as he occasionally removed it when he slept, he said sometimes it feels better without the weight of it straining his back muscles when he laid down. Bucky really only did this when he felt truly safe and secure in his surroundings, aka, only around you and in your shared home. The missing prosthetic wasn't on the bedside table where he usually placed it, so he must be cleaning it.
You gathered the scattered laundry from around the room so you could leave him to his nap, creating a neat pile in your arms. Making your way to the laundry area, you passed the kitchen and saw the rinse cycle on the dishwasher, figuring his arm was in there. You threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine when you reached it, setting it to run. There was a load of dry clothes waiting to be dealt with, so you folded these items and set them aside for later. Your next task took you to the bathroom, where you began the process of cleaning and tidying. You finished scrubbing just in time to come out and see Bucky standing at the dishwasher.
Bucky looked absolutely precious when he woke up, despite his usual brooding when you fawned over him so sweetly, his tousled hair framing his face in a messy halo, and his eyes still heavy with sleep. His expression was one of endearing drowsiness that only comes from a deep slumber. When his gaze finally focused on you, a flicker of realization crossed his features. In an adorable attempt to appear more presentable, he quickly turned to the sink, fumbling slightly with the faucet before running his hand under the cool stream of water.
"Hey doll..." he mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sleep for longer than an hour." His hand continued to run through his disheveled hair, attempting to tame the unruly strands. The water caused his dark locks to stick up at odd angles, somehow making him look even more endearing. "Guess I needed it more than I thought..." he added sheepishly, a small, apologetic smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"You've been pushing yourself so hard lately, Bucky. Your body was probably crying out for a break," you replied softly, your voice filled with understanding and affection. You made your way around the sleek granite counter, each step bringing you closer to him. A warm smile spread across your face, your eyes twinkling with amusement at his disheveled state and hurried attempt to tame his hair. He decided to grow it out a while ago, he liked having you play with it, and his shorter hair didnât feel as satisfying when your fingers carded through it.
"So..." you began, your tone taking on a playful lilt. "I see you put it in the dishwasher again, huh?" A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you gestured towards the kitchen appliance, your eyes dancing with mirth. It was a recurring joke between the two of you, one day he forgot to tell you about his arm and you were shocked to find it in there.
He opened the dishwasher and pulled out the bottom rack, his eyes immediately drawn to the peculiar sight of a metallic arm nestled beside two off-white ceramic plates. The sight of the advanced prosthetic among mundane kitchenware was both amusing and slightly absurd to you. "Do not tell me you ran a whole cycle and there were only two plates in there..." You groaned softly, a mixture of exasperation and disbelief coloring your voice. Your reaction elicited a low, rumbling chuckle from him, the sound warm and slightly mischievous.
"Maybe." Bucky's response was accompanied by a playful smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He reached into the dishwasher and carefully retrieved his steaming vibranium arm, the advanced metal still radiating intense heat from the cleaning cycle. The heather black surface of the arm was a striking contrast against his skin, with intricate gold accents peeking through the articulated plates, creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow.
As he deftly maneuvered the prosthetic towards his shoulder, the air seemed to hum with anticipation. The arm's sensors flickered to life, bathing the immediate area in a soft, ethereal violet glow. Bucky aligned the arm with his shoulder socket, and in one fluid motion, it locked into place with a satisfying click. The plates of the arm began to shift and recalibrate, the movement reminded you of a living organism adapting to its environment. You remembered once you had made the comparison to a caterpillar squiggling across a leaf.
He threw his arm in a quick, fluid motion, the circular movement causing a sudden surge of heat to radiate through your core. The soft grunt that escaped his lips as his arm swung through the air didn't go unnoticed by you. You found yourself moving closer to him without any sort of cause, your body responding instinctively to the simple action.
The arm still retained the warmth from the cycle it ran through, you could feel the radiating heat even from a short distance away. Vibranium was notorious for holding and distributing kinetic energy, this also applied to heat and cold. Unable to resist, your fingertips delicately grazed over the smooth, metallic surface. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the temperature of the arm in comparison to your cooler skin.
Bucky's piercing gaze followed your every movement, his eyes immediately drawn to the telltale flush that had begun to spread across your cheeks. A knowing smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he observed your reaction.
"Ah...what's wrong, sweetheart..." he murmured, his voice low and husky, carrying that unmistakable teasing tone that you had come to recognize all too well. It was a tone that never failed to set your heart racing, a prelude to the passionate encounters that often followed. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, you shuffled in place and felt your legs squeeze together for some kind of friction.
"Nothing..." you huffed out, your voice much quieter than anticipated, barely above a whisper. "Your arm is just... so warm. It feels niceâŠ"
"Does it?" he inquired, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement, the gentle lilt in his voice made your heart flutter ever so slightly.
Your mind began to wander, racing with vivid thoughts of how his arm would feel against your body. You imagined his strong hand tenderly caressing your back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns as they ran down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The mental image continued, his touch ghosting over the curve of your ass, his hands gently massaging your thighs, kneading away any tension and replacing it with a tingling sensation that spread throughout your body.
Or simply Bucky holding you close, his warmth enveloping you completely when you felt a little chilly, providing not just the physical comfort you craved from him but also a sense of safety and belonging, something you had always struggled with before you met.
He had done all of that countless times before, yet for some reason, with the arm radiating a warmth significantly more intense than its usual room temperature coolness, a deep, tingly sensation began to stir deep within your core. You found yourself swallowing hard, your gaze slowly lifting to meet his.
You guided his hand towards your neck, Bucky's eyebrow raised ever so slightly at your action. But, he wasnât stupid. He unfurled his palm, allowing his fingertips to caress your skin with a delicate touch. The feather-light contact sent shivers down your spine, once he felt your body give him that little shiver, he encircled your throat with his fingers, maintaining a loose yet unmistakably present grip. His voice was low and husky, leaning down a bit until his lips grazed the shell of your ear. "What do you want, babydoll?"
"I...want...to feel your hand." You rasped in response, your voice thick with desire. A wave of heat coursed through your body, pooling between your legs as his voice sent shivers down your spine. Your body responded to him instantly, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, you shuffled closer to him, your hands splaying across his broad chest. The fabric of his shirt did little to mask the warmth radiating from his skin, and you found yourself growing more desperate with each passing second, craving the feeling of him close to you.
Bucky chuckled, the low rumble in his chest vibrating against your palms. His scruff tickled your cheekbone as he leaned in, laying a hasty but tender kiss to your temple. The brief contact left your skin burning, yearning for more, like a drug being given and suddenly taken away. His metal hand moved down your body with agonizing slowness, the fucker did it on purpose to tease you more. He gently teased the sensitive skin just above your shorts, his fingers dancing along the waistband before sliding beneath your top.
While your skin was feverish, the touch of the very hot vibranium felt electrifying against you. Normally, the touches from his hand would tickle, raising goosebumps in their wake from the cold metal. But now it felt incredibly comforting and arousing all at once. The warmth spreading through your body was addictive, a delicious heat that you couldn't get enough of. He continued caressing you with a gentle and possessive touch, you arched into his hand in response, silently begging for more.
You couldn't suppress the soft whimper that escaped your lips as his hand continued its tantalizing journey across your abdomen. His fingers danced along your skin, deliberately brushing against your sensitive sides, making you quiver. His trail was agonizingly slow, but his touch ascended, finally reaching the delicate area just beneath your breasts. Your breath was caught in your throat, and he stopped moving his hand completely, having it instead rest still on your skin and the area turning a bit red from the heat.
"You want more?" His voice, low and husky, cut through the tension-filled air. His icy blue eyes locked onto yours, piercing through to your very core. There was amusement dancing in those glacial depths as he observed your flushed face and quickened breathing. He was clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, reveling in the way your body responded to his touch. Bucky was always super cheeky when it came to making you like this, he took great pride in turning your legs into Jell-O.
You werenât able to form coherent words, your mind clouded thickly with desire. His mere presence was intoxicating, and the light caresses he had bestowed upon you were enough to reduce you to that quivering mess he was so eager to see. You were putty in his hands, desperate for more of his touch and he had barely begun.
Already, you were teetering on the edge of losing all self-control.
"Bucky, please, I can't handle this teasing anymore," you whimpered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your breath had become increasingly rapid and shallow as waves of adrenaline coursed through your body, setting every nerve ending alight with anticipation. The mere thought of his hand, that powerful, yet gentle hand, exploring your most sensitive and intimate areas made you feel increasingly wet.
Bucky's fingers found the hem of your top and he paused for a moment, his eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission. At your almost imperceptible nod, he began to lift the fabric, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of your skin. The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed flesh, adding to the sensory overload you were already experiencing. He pulled the garment completely over your head and carelessly tossed it aside, where it landed in a forgotten heap on the floor.
Now bare from the waist up, you felt a moment of vulnerability as Bucky's intense gaze roved over your exposed chest. His stormy blue eyes darkened with desire, drinking in every curve and contour of your body as if committing it to memory. The weight of his stare ignited a fire deep within you that threatened to consume you entirely.
Bucky's hands slowly and deliberately roam upwards, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns on your skin before finally reaching your breasts. He gently cups them in his large hands, beginning to massage and caress them with a tender yet passionate touch. Bucky's ministrations quickly begin to urge you on, your legs flexing together to create some kind of pressure between your legs.
The vibranium hand was still hot, it distributes those waves of heat through your body in a much gentler fashion than how youâve seen in other circumstances. Youâve seen his arm break through concrete, crush otherwise impossible to damage objects, choke the life out of aliens. And here he was, treating your body like precious, tender treasure with the same limb.
You can feel your skin tingling âŠthe dichotomy between his two hands - one warm flesh, one hot metal - adds an extra layer of sensory stimulation. A feather or an ice cube couldn't compare to how he made you feel.
The pure captivation in Bucky's eyes made the butterflies in your belly swarm even more, how he eyes your breasts makes you want to pull him in and push them against his face. His movements become more focused when he senses your desires, kneading and massaging with a rhythm reminiscent of a contented feline. The gentle yet insistent pressure of his fingers elicits a soft, involuntary moan from your lips.
Unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of playful teasing, you murmur breathlessly, "Mmm... you learned from Alpine?" The reference to his beloved white ragdoll brings a flicker of amusement to Bucky's intense gaze. He responds with a dramatic eye roll, clearly torn between exasperation at the interruption and appreciation for your attempt at humor.
"Shut up..." he growls softly, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. The playful admonishment is accompanied by a gentle squeeze of his hands, your eyes widened as you let out a gentle mewl.
He lets his lips ghost over yours, but he doesn't kiss you fully, no.
Bucky Barnes is the master of teasing.
He maintains his playful demeanor, reveling in the way you squirm and moan for him. That signature cocky smirk of his spreads across his lips as he watches you shuffle and attempt to press closer, seeking more contact. "Ah, ah... patience, doll. Stay still for me," he commands, his voice low and husky with desire.
"Bucky..." You drawl out his name, elongating the syllables into a desperate whine. Your body trembles with need, silently begging for more of his touch. You're acutely aware of his penchant for teasing, knowing all too well that he's unlikely to give in to your pleas so easily.
If anything, your desperation only seems to fuel his determination. Knowing Bucky as you do, he'll draw this out, savoring every moment of your mounting desire until your legs buckle beneath you.
His fingers begin to tease your sensitive buds, eliciting those exquisite sounds he so deeply adores from you. Those needy, desperate noises that eloquently convey how incredibly good he makes you feel, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. His skilled fingers pinch lightly, gently tugging and rolling, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Your right breast is noticeably warmer and more flushed from the recent contact with the hot metal, though it didn't cause any discomfort or burning. The sight of your reddened, sensitive skin makes him groan softly under his breath, his desire for you growing rapidly.
"Ugh...look at you. You're drivinâ me crazy," Bucky whispered, his voice husky with desire. He nudged his knee between your legs, effectively pinning you in place. Your back pressed firmly against the cool counter, leaving you delightfully trapped between the unyielding surface and Bucky's warm, solid body.
"Please, don't tease me anymore..." You begged softly, your voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desperation. You didn't truly expect him to relent, but a small part of you hoped that he might show mercy. Your plea, however, only served to amuse him, eliciting a low, throaty chuckle that sent shivers down your spine.
His thumbs continued their torturous dance, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the very peaks of your sensitive buds. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making you gasp and squirm. Your back arched involuntarily, pressing your chest further into his skilled hands, silently begging for more despite your earlier words.
You were already teetering on the edge, your composure crumbling with each passing second. You always liked to think you were more hardy against him butâŠdamnit could he get you to break. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he had reduced you to this quivering mess, and he had barely begun. His touch had been confined to your breasts alone, yet you felt as though your entire body was on fire.
"I've got you...m'gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart..." His voice was low with a promise that made your heart race even faster. With a fluid motion, he grasped your hips and turned you around, pressing your back firmly against his broad chest. The heat of his body seeped through you, adding to the inferno building within you. His hands, those wonderful, torturous hands, began a slow, teasing journey down your body, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake.
Slowly, he pushed your underwear down, as the fabric inched its way to your mid-thighs, he paused, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. Sticky strands of your excitement formed delicate bridges between your core and the fabric. The underwear continued its descent, finally coming to rest just above your knees, leaving you exposed and trembling.
"God, look at you," he breathed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Just from me handlin' you a little, you got this wet for me?" Bucky whispered directly into your ear, his hot breath fanned across your skin, his scruff tickled your sensitive flesh as he spoke. The slight abrasion only served to heighten the ever-growing need you felt in your core.
He tilted his head closer to you, lips barely grazed your temple as he placed teasing kisses there. Suddenly, his knee moved, gently but firmly knocking against your legs. The silent command was clear, and you found yourself widening your stance, your body responding to his unspoken desires.
The tension that had been building within you reached a crescendo. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a whine - a needy, desperate sound. Your voice so thick with desire, managed to break through those desperate noises, "Bucky..." you pleaded, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. "Please," you repeated, your body trembling with the effort of restraining yourself. "I can't take it anymore..."
The scorching metal continued its relentless journey across your skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake. Your body quivered involuntarily as it inched closer to your most sensitive area. The heat radiating from your cunt rivaled that of his arm, but nothing could have prepared you for the jolt that surged through you the moment his fingers made contact with your intimate folds. The sensation was so intense that you barely managed to stifle a scream.
"Bucky!" His name escaped your lips in a breathless gasp as his skilled fingers found their target with unerring precision. They danced teasingly over your bundle of nerves, easily locating the center of your pleasure and lavishing it with gentle, circular motions. Each swirl of his fingertips sent waves of loud ecstasy coursing through your body. Your sensitive bud throbbed and pulsed under his expert touch, responding eagerly to every caress. The flood of need that washed over you was so potent that you could feel it trickling down your inner thighs.
Buckyâs fingers ventured lower, drawn to the source of your wetness and he probed your entrance. He held you still as he swiftly slid two fingers deep inside you. The sudden intrusion into your velvety depths caused your eyes to roll back in your head, overwhelmed by the sensation of his still very hot fingers inside you. You let your head fall heavily onto his shoulder, a loud, unrestrained moan escaped your lips as his fingers began a gentle yet insistent rhythm, pumping in and out of you with a practiced ease.
"That's it, sweetheart..." Bucky let out a deep, guttural grunt of pleasure as he listened to your soft whimpers and moans. His voice was thick with his own desire as he continued, "How's that feel, hm? My fingers exploring every inch of this needy little hole of yours. You were practically dripping before I even laid a hand on you, weren't you?" His skilled fingers deftly navigated your cunt, searching for that one spot that would drive you wild.
Suddenly, his fingers found that elusive sweet, spongy spot deep inside you and curled up against it. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You couldn't help but let out a desperate, keening mewl as your hips instinctively bucked into his hand, seeking more of that friction. But your eager movements only resulted in Bucky withdrawing his fingers slightly, denying you the intense stimulation you craved.
"No, no, doll... stay still for me," he rasped into your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin and sending shivers down your spine. "I know you can do that. Be goodâŠ" His voice was a horny mix of command and encouragement, leaving no room for argument.
His fingers resumed their steady movements after seconds of stillness, but now they purposefully avoided that sweet spot that had you seeing stars just moments ago. The deliberate teasing had you trembling with need, but you werenât shocked by it. Bucky loved watching you like this, he wasnât satisfied unless you were shaking and begging through your pretty tears. He had you caught between the desire to obey and the overwhelming urge to chase your pleasure.
The Wakandan metal radiated an intense, penetrating heat that seemed to seep into your very core, like having smoldering coals nestled within your body. It didn't burn, of course - the sensation was far more nuanced than that. Besides, if his steaming arm burned you, he wouldnât ever put it on your skin.
It instead felt like an overwhelming surge of warmth, akin to the comforting embrace of a steaming bowl of soup on a cold winter's day. The heat consumed you, leaving you feeling inexplicably full and satiated. You tried, your fervent attempts to remain still were failing, the mounting pleasure proved increasingly difficult to resist. He was acutely aware of your struggle, reveling in the power he held over you.
Your body cruelly betrayed you as your hips instinctively jerked upward, responding to the touch of his fingers as they grazed your most sensitive spot deep inside your cavern. Bucky, surprisingly, permitted this small transgressionâŠbut he was far from ready to grant you the release you so desperately craved.
He continued to curl his fingers relentlessly, expertly manipulating your body until he could feel the telltale tightening of your inner walls around him. Your voice, thick with need and barely above a whisper, managed to form the words, "I-I'm close, Bucky I...-"
Just as your body tensed, poised on the very edge of ecstasy, Bucky abruptly withdrew his fingers, denying you the climax you had been building towards. The sudden loss of stimulation made you release a pained, desperate cry from your lips, a sound that reverberated with raw frustration and unfulfilled desire. You attempted to crane your neck, seeking to make eye contact with him, silently pleading for mercy.
He was so unfair.
"Not until I say, baby...you know that," he whispered against your ear, his fingers thoroughly coated in your essence. You caught sight of the glistening strands of your unmistakable arousal dripping from his hand. The sight made you blush deeply, a mix of shame and excitement coursing through you as you whined softly, your body instinctively squirming against his other arm that held you firmly in place.
"Please...I need to..." you started, your voice trembling with need, a shiver running through your body as you felt the sudden loss of his warm, skilled fingers against your sensitive flesh. The absence of his touch left you aching, yearning for more, trying to get closer to that hand just inches away from you.
Bucky let his hand return to your folds, deliberately spreading your arousal across the delicate skin. The slow, purposeful movement of his fingers sent more addicting pleasure through your body. He began to tease your precious clit once more, his expert touch reigniting the fire within you.
His fingers warmed the pink flesh to a deep, blushing red, each caress bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy while still keeping you teetering on the brink of release. He did just enough for you to feel those shocks, but not enough to push you over.
You couldn't contain yourself, your passionate cries echoing through the room with such intensity that you were convinced your neighbors would surely lodge a complaint later. You didnât really care, and neither did he. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding desperately against his hand as he expertly pleasured you.
His organic hand slowly traced its way down to your entrance, teasing and tantalizing with feather-light touches, then plunged deep inside you, curling over and over against your g-spot. His metal fingers continued their relentless assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled between your slick folds, your clit at the mercy of his ministrations.
His voice was so deliciously deep and husky with arousal, it cut through the haze of your pleasure as he spoke to you. "You gonna finish for me, doll?" he growled, his own hips now moving in tandem with yours, the friction adding another layer to your mounting pleasure as you felt his hard cock grinding against your ass. "Hm? You gonna make a mess on my hands?"
The raw need in his tone, combined with the skillful ministrations of his hands, pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your climax rapidly approaching, a tidal wave threatening to crash over you at any moment.
You felt an overwhelming surge of sensation wash over you, your entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Your mouth fell open, ready to cry out in ecstasy, but at first, only a soft, breathy whine escaped your lips. Every muscle in your body tensed, your inner walls clenching tightly around his skilled fingers.
His hand continued its relentless assault, moving in circles around your sensitive bud, alternating between gentle pinches and teasing tugs. Your vocalizations grew louder and more desperate when he pinched your clit, his gentle tugging made the blood rush straight to it, the sensitivity increasing.
The climax washed over you, your passionate cries for him echoing through the empty kitchen. His name tumbled from your lips in a frantic mantra, your voice raw with need. Tears of intense pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes and your legs gave way beneath you, unable to support your weight any longer. But he was there, strong and steady, holding you up as you shattered in his arms.
"That's it, baby," he murmured encouragingly, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Let go for me. Don't hold back. I want to see you make a mess, make a fuckinâ mess for me..." His words were a siren song, coaxing, commanding you deeper into the throes of ecstasy.
Bucky's touches never ceased, fingers working tirelessly to prolong your pleasure, pushing you higher and higher until you thought you might lose your mind. What felt like mere seconds stretched into an eternity of blissful agony, your body alight with sensation, trembling and arching against him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you.
Your vision blurred as tears pricked your eyes, cascading down your cheeks while you completely soaked his fingers. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed you, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably. As waves of pleasure coursed through you, your mind went blank, consumed by the sheer ecstasy of the moment.
As your cries died down, your orgasm began to subside, having run its course through you. Your once rigid body slowly relaxed, muscles unwinding one by one, mirroring the gentling of his touches. He held you securely by your hips, his strong arm providing much-needed support to prevent you from collapsing. Even with the counter in front of you, you werenât sure if you could even stand right now.
The aftermath left you in a state of blissful delirium. It felt utterly incredible, as if you were floating on cloud nine, your senses still reeling from the intense experience. You remained dazed, barely able to process the lingering sensations coursing through your body. Bucky slowly withdrew his fingers, the movement eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.
His touch became so tender and affectionate, traced a path along your skin as he placed gentle, reverent kisses on the back of your shoulder and the nape of your neck. The warmth of his breath caused goosebumps to rise all over your body as he murmured words of praise against your skin. "So good for me...so perfect, babydoll. You did so good for me," he whispered, his voice held soft adoration and satisfaction.
"I... I can't... feel my legs," you managed to say, your voice coming out in a raspy whisper as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest heaved with each labored inhale, the exertion of your intense orgasm still evident in your flushed cheeks and trembling limbs.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck where his lips were pressed, sending a shiver down your spine despite your exhaustion. His gentle hands supported your weight, helping you regain your balance until you were able to stand somewhat steadily on your own, though your legs still felt like jelly beneath you.
"My bad, doll," he replied with a cheeky grin, that familiar smug smile spreading across his face as his eyes roamed over your disheveled form. There was a glint of satisfaction in his gaze as he took in the sight of you, clearly pleased with the effect he had on you. His eyes lingered on the places where his metal hand had touched, tracing the patterns of blotches and handprints that now adorned your skin in various shades of red from the heat of the vibranium.
"S'pretty, you know that?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. His eyes raking over your body with an intensity that made you feel both exposed and cherished. His gaze held vibrant, burning embers of lust that were still very much alive, but also a deep well of affection and love that made your heart skip a beat.
Bucky leaned close to you, his eyes softening as he gazed into yours. He caressed your cheek with his organic hand and gave you a tender, lingering kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest. Your hands were still slightly trembling from your overwhelming release, but they found their way to his cheeks. Your thumbs traced delicate circles on his cheekbones, savoring the feel of his skin and scruff beneath your fingertips.
The kiss deepened, and you felt yourself melting into his embrace. The world faded away until there was nothing but the two of you, you cherished the moments like this, when it was just you both enjoying a sweet moment together. No worries, no stress, no fear. When Bucky finally pulled away, that familiar cheeky grin spread across his face, lighting up his eyes with mischief and affection.
Your eyes narrowed in response, growing suspicious thinking about the many possibilities he could be up to. "I gotta wash my arm again," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, the plates of vibranium still coated thickly with your orgasm.
Your cheeks flushed and you groaned softly, rolling your eyes. "Put the pan on the stove this time," you replied, your voice equally soft but tinged with playful exasperation. "I am not hand washing that thing."
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31. âBody Electricâ
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington
ê°Cucking + Breeding Kinkê± - 1.9k
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If someone had told Eddie a year ago that Steve Harrington was fucking his girlfriend in front of him with his consent, he would have laughed in their fucking face. Steve âthe hairâ Harrington with his girl? No way. And now, well they werenât exactly friends.
The two were never super close, but they trusted each other. There was no way around trusting each other after being forced together in a group to save the world, or whatever. A year later and they still had somewhat limited contact. Having so many mutual friends now left them seeing each other more and more.
Apparently the trust went deeper than Eddie was consciously aware, because when thinking of a guy to sleep with you for Eddie to watch, you both ultimately landed on Steve. The two of you were always up for trying new things, so when Eddie proposed him being cucked you didnât shoot down the idea.
You were intrigued to say the least and you were both aware of how Steve looked at you. He was no homewrecker, always keeping a safe distance, but when Eddie called him to ask if he wanted to sleep with you? At first he laughed awkwardly, thinking it was a cruel joke, but when that notion was cleared he had immediately said yes.
You were smart, hot, and he got to fuck you in front of Eddie, a perfect deal. Steve had no qualms with Eddie, but he did love the idea of cucking him. Of course Eddie set ground rules, the biggest one being not doing anything you wouldnât like. The second? That Eddie is in charge even when he wasnât the one fucking you.
Steve groaned at it, but agreed when Eddie threatened to find somebody else. Truthfully, there was no one else he could think of, but it didnât hurt to make Steve sweat a bit. Day of, you restlessly sat on the bed while Eddie welcomed Steve into his trailer. Your legs dangled off the side of the mattress, feet dragging over the worn carpet to settle your nerves.
A creak came from the ground and you perked up, head lifting to see Eddie with Steve standing behind him. Your eyes bounced between them, Eddie being the first to walk over to you. âYouâre sure you want this, right?â You murmured an âuh huhâ, chin in between Eddieâs ringed fingers when he leaned down to kiss your lips.Â
Instantly any doubt melted away, soothed by his chapped lips. âOkay. Anytime you want to back out,â he whispered against your lips. âI say red,â you finished, giggling against his lips as you repeated what he had said multiple times. Eddie pulled back, cupping your cheek to shake your head from side to side.
âDonât be a brat when Iâm about to let Stevie fuck you.â The reaction to the name was instantaneous, both you and Steve groaning at it. Eddie chuckled, pecking your lips quickly before backing up to sit on a chair he had set near the corner of his room. Steve took his cue, entering the small room. âEager?â He smirked at Eddie already being prepared, getting flipped off in response.
However, Steve was not easily deterred, making his way to stand between your legs. âThis okay?ïżœïżœïżœ He made sure on top of Eddie's earlier worries. You rolled your eyes at him, âKiss me already.â Steve chuckled. âBossy? Weâll fix that.â And god, you didnât know how true that statement would be. You always assumed Steve only had one mode which was gentle loverboy.Â
The first half was very tender. It was a clear change of pace from how you and Eddie usually ripped each other's clothes off of each other. Steve liked to build up suspense, treating you like you were made of glass. He had slipped each piece of clothing off until you were watching with rapt attention as he finally took his own clothes off.
You sighed, hands hovering before you touched his chest. âI didnât expect you to be so hairy,â you laughed, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest. Steve couldnât help but be proud, unable to see Eddieâs pouty expression but he could guess it was present. Steveâs hands found your arms, guiding you to lean back as he climbed between your legs.Â
He purposefully laid you upside down on the bed so he could give Eddie a closer view at your face when he fucked you. âAre you ready?â Steve asked. Your head naturally tilted back to look at Eddie, making Steve tut. âAh, ah, not him. I asked you.â Steveâs thumb and index finger pinched your chin and turned your head to look at him. âYes.â
He grinned, hands sliding down to grab your thighs, lifting them to press to your chest. Steve slid his arm to the backs of your knees, keeping them up. His other hand traced over your mound to slide down between your folds. âSo wet already,â he mused. âIs she always this wet, Eddie?â Eddie scoffed, listening to the slick sounds as Steve played with you.Â
âYeah, she is.â Eddie tongued at the inside of his bottom lip, blood flowing to his hardening dick. This wasnât about him though. While you were too preoccupied with Steve thrusting two fingers into your pretty pussy, he would know if he jerked off. This was about you. Eddie wouldnât receive any pleasure and yes thatâs what he wanted, but it didnât make his hands loosen from their fists. He must have been whisked away in his thoughts, interrupted by Steveâs voice.
âI think sheâs loose enough,â Steve commented, looking down at you. âYou think youâre ready to take me, honey?â You nodded, cunt drooling over Steveâs sticky fingers as he pulled them from you. âWords, sweetheart.â âYeah, yes, please, Steve.â He smirked, grabbing his painfully hard cock, letting your legs settle back to a more natural position. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand, swallowing when you saw the girth of his length. âHey, hey, itâs okay.â
You looked up at Steve, relaxing back at his words; Eddie relaxing the moment he saw you sink into his bed. His dark eyes were trained on the two of you, watching Steve press into you. Eddieâs heart thumped precariously as he waited to see your reaction. Your face was scrunched up, but you were still breathing steadily, taking it perfectly.
Steve pressed his hand to the side of your head, breathing in deeply. âKnew you could do it.â Your eyes fluttered open, staring up at his pleased expression. He was everywhere, at least you felt like he was. The burn of the stretch began to taper off, faster now that his thumb was playing with your clit. He felt your ridged walls contract and he chuckled. âGood?â
âYeah,â you confirmed in a breathy voice, eyes sliding shut again as you tilted your head back. Slow and soft is once again how it started off. Deep thrusts brushed against all the spots your fingers couldnât reach. You were so deep into the pleasure you could barely register when his thrusts began picking up.
It wasnât until you heard Eddieâs groan, opening your eyes to look at him, did you notice how your view was unsteady, shaken by each pound. Steve drove back into you repeatedly, unashamed moans spilling from his lips. You hiccuped, chest rising before falling when you cried out. âShit, Steve,â you groaned, head turning back to him.
His perfect hair was a mess, loose strands curling on his forehead and bouncing with his movements. Steve flicked his eyes up to watch your face, irises eclipsed by lustful pupils. âYeah?â He grunted. âSo beautiful. Youâre soâŠbeautiful.â He blew out the air from his lungs, leaning against your body now.
Ducking his head, he wrapped his lips around one of your soft nipples, sucking on it. It was enough for him to whine, tongue laving over it as he raised and lowered his head as if he was trying to manually make it harden. Steveâs teeth grazed the sensitive spot, eyes glancing up at you as you gave a strangled moan.
He smirked around your tit, popping off to bend over you. Steveâs chest pressed to yours, bodies tangled together while your guts tightened together, his spit on your chest smearing onto his chest hair. âSteve, Steve, ohâŠEddie!â Even without Eddie being the one to fuck you, you couldnât help but moan your boyfriends name. Steveâs eyes narrowed imperceptibly, glancing at Eddie who looked ready to leap out of his chair.Â
He shot Eddie a look as if to say âstay seated.â and some other unmentioned choice words. Steve bit the inside of his cheek, looking back down at you as he grew close to finishing. Eddie caught on to what he was planning, glaring immediately.Â
âSteve,â Eddie grumbled the warning, hand retightening into a fist on the top of his thigh. Steve grinned salaciously, âI know, I know.â he responded to your mewls, choosing to ignore Eddie. âHeâs being mean right?â Steve knew what he was doing, eyes glinting as he stared eddie down, mouth lowered by your ear. You didnât know why Eddie was being mean, or about what, but it sounded right in your blissed out state.
âYou want it, want my cumâŠbut what Eddie says goes, honey.â The seed was planted, making you realize what Eddie didnât want. âEddie please,â you begged him to let Steve cum inside you, needing it. Eddie clenched his jaw, teeth straining under the force. âBabe..â he started, but you were too far gone to realize that you were being bratty. âPlease, please, please,â you cried, tears collecting on your waterline. You were so close, unable to cum without confirmation.
âYou should give her what she wants.â Steve hummed, bouncing your ass off his hips as he continued thrusting within you, teetering on the edge. It was a dangerous game, though, it was one that paid off. âGo ahead,â Eddie conceded. Steveâs lips curled up into a more sinister smile when he received permission.
Steve pressed his sweaty cheek to yours, skin sticking together. âWant me to fill you up? Pump you full of my cum, of my babies? Fuck you so fullâŠlet you swell with âem.â Eddieâs eyes widened as you deliriously nodded, sob ripping through you as you clenched around Steveâs cock.
Even Steve seemed surprised by the outburst reaction. âOh, you want that? Want to be full of my babies, fucking nasty.â he laughed, hips stuttering as he tapered off into a groan. His balls tightened, slapping once more against you before he stilled for a second. âYes, yeah, take my cum, honey. Make it take.â Steveâs hot spurts of cum filled you up as you shook at the feeling.
Eddie licked his teeth with a laser focus on you as you seemed to fight to cum. Steveâs fingers found your clit, pinching it to send you spiraling. White hot stars bloomed beneath your eyelids as you came, back arching against Steve. Steve chuckled breathlessly, looking back at Eddie.
His hips resumed, grinding forward to push his cum deeper into your cunt. Eddieâs unamused expression came back as he spoke up, âThatâs enough.â Steve pants, nodding compliantly as he slowly came back down to earth. His palms rubbed at your hips, hissing as he pulled out, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy.
You tensed at the feeling, his cum seeping out onto Eddie's comforter. You didnât want to let go of the feeling, cunt feeling so warm and gooey. âJesus Christ,â Eddie mused, looking at your spent body, getting up.
Steve was already checking on you, hand smoothing over your head. âAre you okay, honey?â In a daze, you give a dopey smile and laugh. âSo good.â
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A Roman Romp {Deiter Bravo *AS* Marcus Acacius x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 9.9k
Warnings: Drug mentions, power imbalance, fucking the boss, clitoral play, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex (male receiving), derogatory names, role play, rough sex, Dieter being unbelievably bad with emotions, costume play.
Comments: You've found a niche as Dieter Bravo's assistant. Taking care of him and sleeping with him work surprisingly easy until his new role as a Roman general makes you completely feral for him.
A/N: Completely inspired by the sexy, bloody gifs.
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âDeeper. Raspier.â You decide, ignoring the frown of the man in front of you as you contemplate the voice pitch he has changed into. Dieter Bravo loves to experiment with his voice and facial expressions, but being the consummate narcissist that he is, he doesnât like it when itâs not immediately loved by all. You donât work that way and he knows it. Itâs why you are permitted to run through the dialogue with him and read the scripts when most assistants just scheduled appointments and bring the actors they work for the page changes. âThis is a man who has screamed throughout the bloodiest battles, who has inhaled the smoke from a hundred thousand fires. Heâs hardened by battle, by death, and he shows it.â You explain, painting a picture for him to visualize from the comfort of his plush designer sofa in his Sherman Oaks mansion.
Dieter nods, shifting to sit up and he clears his throat. âYouâre right. Heâs seen shit we could never imagine. He needs to be tortured but capable.â Dieter decides and rolls his shoulders. His eyes focus on the script and he says âI declare for Rome. For her Emperor. For her people.â He deepens his voice, letting it catch to be raspier than before. âHow was that?â He asks, face softening as he expectedly looks at you.
Despite the massive ego, the demands, and his ability to act like a twelve year old boy at times, Dieter is surprisingly needy. He craves acceptance, like a feral cat who spits and hisses when you get too close, but is desperate to be loved on their own terms. You deal with him delicately at times, more harshly at others, all while understanding that neediness. Itâs what made you work well for him. âThat was good.â You nod in approval.
He thanks you with a slightly dazed, soppy smile, like he's grateful for the approval. Like it means the most coming from you. "Yeah?" He asks, hungry for more praise and you nod. He stares at you for a second before he looks back at the script, continuing with the new voice he's found for the character and he continues practicing his lines, his eyes drifting over to you every now and then as he seeks approval.
This time he runs through the lines without you reading the other parts, but sometimes he wants you to voice the other characters, to give him a tone to feed off of. Since the Cliff Beasts debacle and you coming to work for him, Dieter has been determined to win another Oscar and you think this might be the role to do that.
âIâm trying on the costumes this afternoon.â Dieter tells you like you didnât already know that. You know every detail of his schedule. âI know.â You chuckle softly and he flushes slightly, âyeah. I am hoping itâs going to help me find the character posture.â He confesses, âand I get to check out my trailer before filming begins in a couple days.â
Thatâs code for he wants the trailer to feel like his own personal retreat so you need to pack up all of his favorite things. Like you hadnât already planned that. âI will make sure that you can relax.â You promise, shooting him a soft smile. âYour favorite incense and candles, that serenity stone and Iâll pack up your favorite sheets to bring with us today.â
âYouâre the best.â Dieter compliments you and itâs a rare occasion but heâs sincere as he offers you a soft smile. âIâm gonna go smoke a little before we go to the studio. Can you go get some tacos for me?â He asks, âcarnitas.â He decides with a nod as he relaxes against the sofa.
âSure thing, boss.â You wink at him and put a little away in your walk as you leave the room, knowing his eyes are on your ass. This thing you have with Dieter is incredibly easy and complicated at the same time. You sleep together, pretty damn often, but you arenât his girlfriend. Heâs sworn off relationships since Kate and Anika, but itâs not like you can blame him. You get sex and as a bonus, it puts your boss into a better mood for you to deal with him professionally. It doesnât hurt that you care about him a lot, love him really, but thatâs something you would never admit to him. You know that you just fill a void in his life.
Dieter watches until you disappear and he sets his script down, rubbing his scruffy cheek. Fuck, youâre so goddamn gorgeous. Too good for him to touch you honestly and he knows heâs putting everything on the line. Losing you would mean losing his assistant but also his best friend and some of the best fucking sex heâs ever had. He canât tell you anything about how he feels in case youâre scared off and he loses it all. With a sigh, he looks back at his script and waits for you to return like the lovesick fool he is.
It doesnât take you long, the place where you go makes the best fucking tacos and they know how Dieter likes them. Heâs ordered from there often enough while heâs high. You get some extras because he said he wanted to smoke some weed when he gets back from having his costume fitted and you know he will have the munchies. Picking up some salad because you know he wonât eat greens unless you get them. âIâm back.â You sail through the door with the paper bag and grin. âYou eat and Iâll get the bag together for your trailer.â
Dieter groans at the smell of the tacos and he pats the space next to him. âCome and sit down with me, babe.â He orders, wanting you to eat as well. You run around after him all the time and he knows you donât always remember to eat.
âOkay.â You donât argue, just plopping down beside him and handing him the agua fresca you had ordered for him from the drink carrier. âI can eat and then Iâll make sure we get you settled into your trailer.â
Dieter reaches out to squeeze your leg. Heâs always been a touchy feely kind of man, needing that physical connection. Thatâs why he wants sex so much. He loves to feel wanted and to be touched. âYouâre the best.â He says around a mouth full of tacos.
âYou might not think so when you see this.â You tease, pulling out the salad to set in front of him. He doesnât argue but he does pout, swallowing the mouth of tacos and sighs. âDid you get that adobo dressing?â He asks hopefully, knowing he would eat anything as long as that stuff is on it. âTwo of them.â You promise. âSo you can have one for a salad on set.â
âFuck yes. Youâre - youâre the fucking best. No one comes close to you. Literally no other assistant is like you, babe.â Dieter praises with a mouth full of tacos. His last assistant couldnât make him hard and he certainly couldnât make him eat salad. He was authoritative and while Dieter likes to be submissive, when it comes to his work, he is the one in control.
You shouldnât let the praise get to you, knowing that Dieter is always expressive when heâs happy and then can throw full tantrums when heâs not. Still, you smirk and lean forward to grab a taco for yourself after putting a straw in your own drink. âThatâs why you pay me so well.â You remind him. âDonât forget you still have to make that happy birthday video to send to your niece.â You take a sip of your drink. âIâve already sent the gift from you. Itâs a battery operated kiddie jeep. She will love it.â
Dieter nods, knowing he would have completely forgotten about her birthday. He loves his niece but his brother is a stiff prick. Always the golden child. Better at everything including being monogamous and heterosexual. He went to college, got his finance degree. Has the wife and 2.5 kids in Dallas and Dieter isâŠnever good enough. Even when heâs won a fucking Oscar. âI gotta go see that kid soon. Make sure sheâs not fucking boring like her dad.â He snorts as he wipes his mouth.
âLet me know when you want to go and Iâll work it into your schedule.â You promise, reminding yourself to remind him of it when filming ends for this movie. He always wants to go somewhere after heâs wrapped a movie. âJust let me know and Iâll take care of everything.â From his flight to the drugs, you will make sure he has everything he needs.
âThanks.â He murmurs, unsure if he wants to deal with his family. Especially his parents. He left Texas to come to L.A when he was eighteen and he struggled until he got spotted while he was failing at being a waiter. âYou need a break too. At some point.â He announces as he reluctantly digs into his salad even with the adobo smothering it.
âI get breaks.â You remind him. But itâs true you donât get them often. Even when Dieter travels, he brings you with him. He likes having you close and itâs not something you are completely opposed to. Spending months in Croatia or China is amazing. You reach over and brush his hair back and kiss his cheek. âThank you for eating your salad.â
He loves the praise and hates that he loves it. His life is messy and the last thing he wants to do is lose you because he ruins it with his personality. At least like this youâre at a distance. âFucking lettuce.â He grumbles and takes another bite, tilting his cheek out so he can get another kiss.
You grin against his skin as you pepper his cheek with little kisses. You donât mind when heâs like this. Itâs sweet, even if itâs needy. Dieter so desperately wants love and for someone to adore him. He just manages to ruin every relationship he gets in when someone new shows up and showers him with attention. You know that itâs possible with your situation. You just have to deal with it.
Dieter loves the way you give him affection and he chews his salad after you pull away, he looks down at the salad, setting it down after a moment to dig into another taco. âTacos are better.â He decides and watches as you dig into your own food.
âI know they are, baby.â He hates eating salads and you try to make it fun most of the time, but thereâs no chance against tacos. âBut this counterbalances the tacos. Youâve been doing so good at the gym. That sexy body needs the good stuff for all those fight scenes.â
Dieter has definitely had to put in time at the gym to make sure heâs getting in shape for this role. He had a nutritionist and personal chef come in for the past few months and heâs done pretty good building up his arms. âYeah? You think Iâll look convincing?â He asks, eager for your approval of the body heâs been working out for.
âYouâll be amazing.â You promise him. âYou already have a look that can be so authoritative, but put you in Roman armor?â You groan quietly and shake your head. âI thought Maximus was sexy, but your Marcus Acacius will blow him out of the water.â
Dieter flushes slightly, ducking his head at your praise, and he loves how you compliment him. âYeah? You think Iâll be sexy in the costume?â He smirks, âand the sex scene.â He adds, âgonna watch me on the closed set?â
You knew there was a sex scene, but you didnât think Dieter would want you there. âIf you want me to.â You tell him. âI know that day will be a long one for you.â
Dieter nods, reaching for your hand after he wipes his clean. âI want you there. I always want you there.â He admits, âI just - you know me best in that department and I want to make sure it looks real, natural.â
You could point out that Dieter has had so many more lovers than you have, but you donât. âYouâre going to look even sexier then.â You promise. âThey are going to create a new Oscar category just for you. Best Sex Scene.â
Dieter chuckles, âI fucking wish. I could win that every damn year.â He says with conviction, âespecially if I was filmed with you.â He says and winks, picking up the salad to reluctantly finish it even with the dressing.
You hum in approval and quickly finish your own taco before you pat his leg gently. âLet me go get you packed up so we can leave, baby.â You murmur. âYou donât want to be late with Wardrobe.â
Dieter nods, watching you get up and his eyes drop down to your ass again as you make your way into his room to get what he needs. You do everything for him and he canât ever pay you enough for putting up with his shit.
Less than an hour later, you have Dieter loaded up in the car and you are headed to the studio where you will be filming the fight scenes. Some of the location work will be later but they want to get the fights filmed first to give them plenty of time to work on the CGI. Dieter decided to let you drive so he could read over the script again. âDonât worry. While you are with wardrobe, Iâll get the key to your trailer. We can take a picture outside with your name on it for you IG.â
Dieter sighs, he hates social media but he knows itâs needed for him to keep himself relevant when his industry is suddenly flooded with fucking Tik Tok stars and IG models. âSure.â He adjusts his sunglasses on his nose as he reads over the script, âyou really think the voice is right?â
âThat voice went straight to my pussy.â You admit, knowing that confession will give him a smug grin. He likes knowing when something turns you on. âYeah?â His normal voice instantly changes to the once he had practiced for Marcus and you make sure to squirm in the driverâs seat a little. âYeah, itâs good. Panties around the world will explode.â
Dieter smirks, imagining the reaction with his fans but he doesnât care about their panties exploding when he only wants yours to explode. Sure, it helps his career to still be considered a sex symbol but he wants you to want him more than any woman thirsting on Twitter.
You giggle quietly to yourself, guiding the car to the studio and you get parked. âOkay. Do you want to see the trailer first and figure out where it is? I can get it set up while you are in wardrobe?â
âYeah. I wanna see if they gave me a good one or if they put me in the fucking back again.â He had a meltdown when his trailer was at the very end of the lot on his last project. Heâs a fucking Oscar winner not someone doing their first fucking movie. You nod and he gets out while you gather the bags with his things. He doesnât ask if you need help. Thatâs never really been his nature so you carry the bags to the trailer thatâs been assigned as his. âFirst row. Now thatâs more fucking like it.â He declares as he claps his hands.
You chuckle at his enthusiasm and follow him into the trailer. Itâs perfectly clean and sterile in that brand new kind of way and it will bother Dieter if it stays that way for too long. âIâll get all this set up to your liking.â You promise.
Dieter looks around before his eyes find yours again, "that would be awesome." He declares, "oh and get me some Kit Kats. You know I love snacking on those ever since Cliff Beasts." He shivers slightly at that movie. Something he took in the desperation of the pandemic when he was stuck at home alone and was losing his mind.
âKit Kats.â You nod and walk up to him, sensing that he needs a little affection. You caress his cheek and press your lips to his. âYou are going to be amazing.â You promise him. âWe will make sure this is the best film shoot youâve ever had.â
Dieter appreciates you and he sighs, âI better get to costume to try everyone on.â He hates costume design but he needs to get there since itâs his time and they will need to do adjustments. âI better go, babe.â He kisses your cheek and exits the trailer, disappearing while you sort out his trailer.
You run and get the KitKats and make four more trips from the car for the bags of stuff for Dieterâs trailer. Stripping the basic sheets off the bed, you replace them with the Egyptian cotton ones that are 2500 thread count, which he loves. Shoving the pillows that were on the bed into a small compartment because he prefers down alternative pillows and putting the soothing weighted blanket over it all. The candle and incense is already burning and thereâs a whiff of sage still, letting Dieter know that youâve done all the things he claims helps clear his mind and calm him down. The basket full of KitKats next to the room temperature San Pellegrino bottles that he prefers when his throat hurts. The small refrigerator is stocked with other drinks and you look around satisfied that he will be comfortable.
Dieter stares at himself in the mirror in his costume and he smirks, knowing youâre going to lose your mind when you see the armor on his body. Itâs surprisingly heavy and he didnât think theyâd use metal but they have. He likes the weight of it, it helps him get into character a bit more. The costume designers take notes on adjustments and he changes back, making his way to his trailer. âFuck. You are amazing.â He compliments as you fluff the pillows you brought from his home.
You hum in delight and turn back to look at him. âThatâs what Iâm here for.â You motion to the trailer. âThink you can decompress here?â
He nods, groaning as he lays down on the bed. âCome here.â He opens his arm to invite you to lay with him and you follow his order, making him sigh and he shifts to curl around you. âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â He confesses, burying his face in your neck.
âBe late.â You tease, stroking his side and chest and you let him hold you. âWear the same thing for a week and eat nothing but tacos.â You enjoy taking care of Dieter and for all his selfishness, you appreciate the moments like this where he acknowledges everything you do for him. âHow did costume fitting go?â You ask, sensing that heâs in a pretty mellow mood so it must have been good.
Dieter loves how you touch him and he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a soft kiss there. âIt went well. They just have to do some minor adjustments. I- I am worried that I look - that Iâm too old to do this part. The fighting. Will I look believable?â He asks, a frown on his face as he pulls back to look at you.
âCompletely believable.â You promise, reaching up to run your fingers through the longer curls that heâs grown out for this role. âYou will look like the war-hardened general. Experienced and trained by years of fighting.â You remind him. âGenerals have wisdom. Theyâve experienced heartache and lost men. They are supposed to have some gray in their hair and beards.â You bring your fingers down to scratch through his facial hair, knowing how much he likes that. âThey might have to add some more. You donât have quite enough to be that salt and pepper look, if thatâs what they want. Youâre gonna win another Oscar. I just know it.â
Dieter loves how confident you are in his abilities and that makes him feel more secure, makes him a better actor. âThank you.â He whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw. âYou - I donât know what Iâd do without you.â He murmurs, closing his eyes. You hum, continuing to stroke his hair until he blurts out, âI want Chinese for dinner.â
You are so used to the way that Dieter suddenly shifts gears that itâs nearly automatic. âThe fancy or the nasty?â You ask, wondering if heâs wanting the upscale Chinese fusion place or the tiny little hole in the wall that makes the best egg rolls youâve ever eaten in your life.
He ponders it for a second, âthe nasty.â He offers you a smirk. âThe greasy egg rolls. The fried rice.â He groans at the thought, âthen tomorrow Iâll be good. Iâm training tomorrow.â He tells you like you donât know his schedule off by heart.
âSword training.â You agree. âBright and early at seven.â He groans pitifully and pouts at the early morning call. âIâll make sure that you have a powerful protein smoothie first thing.â
Dieter groans, âsmoothies and sword training. Seven? Fuckkkkk.â He moans and curls around you again. âBaby baby baby. Letâs go back to mine and then we can get dirty Chinese food and then I can eat my dessert.â He smirks, sliding his down between your legs to cup your cunt through your leggings.
âYeah?â You moan quietly, always loving how his large hands feel on your body. âWe can call and pick it up on the way.â You donât call it home, because technically you donât live with him although you spend most nights at his house. âMaybe a bath after and I can rub your back before you fall asleep.â
âFuck you spoil me. I gotta call Sally and tell her to give you a damn raise.â He groans, telling you he wants his manager to make sure youâre looked after. He presses his fingers against your clit through your leggings, wanting to hear you moan again.
You donât bite your lip, knowing that Dieter doesnât want you to suppress your sounds. Heâs always greedy for the sounds you make, greedy for the approval. His fingers press insistently against your bundle of nerves expertly. âDee, baby, that feels so good.â You praise breathlessly.
He loves hearing your praise. Heâs greedy for it and he hisses when you lean in to kiss his jaw. His fingers continue to press against your bundle of nerves, pressing and rubbing, wanting you to fall apart for him.
âDee, baby.â You arch your hips up under his hand, grinding your clit down against his fingers. âYouâre gonna make me cum. Fuck, Iâm going to ruin these panties.â
He wants to hear your sweet cry. He groans, hardening in his pants, âIâll buy you more.â He promises, continuing to rub you through the material. âCum for me, sweetheart. Want to hear those sweet fucking moans.â He urges you on.
It doesnât take long when Dieter wants to make you cum. Heâs a skilled enough lover to have learned you, since youâve slept with him so much. You hold onto his arm, gasping in pleasure until your toes curl. âDeeeeee!â You cry out, closing your eyes when the wave of pleasure washes over you and heat fires through your core.
He hisses when your thighs squeeze his hand, keeping him trapped there while you squirm through your orgasm. âFuck youâre so pretty when you cum.â He coos, watching you with fascination.
You doubt that. Sometimes you are a little disbelieving that he finds you sexy, but you understand that he might want you to think that so you continue to sleep with him. Whining drowsily, you pull him close and press your lips to his. âDo you want to break in this bed now or go home?â
Dieter smirks against your lips, "come on baby. Let's do it. Break in the bed then we will get Chinese food." It sounds like a fantasy he's jerked off to thinking about you. He is already hardening in his pants and he groans when you reach down to squeeze his bulge. "How do you want me?" He asks, "cowboy? doggy? waterfall? little dipper? the socket?" He lists off positions with raised eyebrows.
You squeeze his cock again and then slide your hand under the waist band to wrap around his shaft. Dieter moans and he twitches in your hand. âHow do you want me?â You ask. âYou know itâs the Big Dipper with this cock.â You tease, knowing how much he loves being praised for how big he feels inside you. âDo you want to fuck me? Or have me do the work?â
Dieter loves to be a pillow prince but right now, he wants to fuck you. "Strip off and lay on your side." He demands, his voice lowering as his cock twitches at the thought of sliding inside of you. You're so hot and wet, like fucking velvet, and you make his toes curl.
You have no problem stripping for him, heâs seen you naked more times than you can count. Pulling your bra down your arms, you toss it to the floor after pulling your shirt off and quickly strip down the leggings and ruined panties. âAre you going to fuck me wearing clothes or are you stripping too?â
Dieter wants to be naked too. He loves being naked. He would spend all weekend naked if he could. He shuffles off the bed and scrambles to pull his shirt over his head, shoving his sweats down to expose his hard cock. You lay down and he shifts to lay behind you, reaching down to grip his cock. He pumps himself a few times, "lift your leg, baby. I want to slide inside that wet pussy."
Lifting your leg gives him the access he wants and you reach back for his hip. Wanting to touch him as he rocks his hips forward. âItâs so wet.â You promise. âI need you inside me, Dieter.â
He shuffles closer, notching himself at your entrance as he pushes into you. "Fuckkk." He groans as your walls envelop him and he pushes deeper until he's nudging your cervix. "Fuck. So fucking wet." He lets go of his cock and grabs your leg, gripping it to keep it elevated.
âShit.â Your body lights up when he pushes inside you. Taking him up on his offer of sex about four months after you started working for him had been the best decision you ever made. You squeeze your tits and moan, clenching down around him. âFeels so fucking big, baby. You fill me up perfectly.â
Your praise makes him twitch inside you. He loves it when you praise him, it makes his heart flutter and his stomach clench. "Fuck, you're so tight. Tightest little pussy I've ever fucked." He confesses and he has lost count of how many sexual partners he has had. He hadn't ventured out of your bedroom since a few weeks after you started sleeping together. He has become addicted to your body and he can't keep away from your bed. His fingers squeeze your flesh as he starts to rock into you.
You lean your head back against his shoulder and moan. âEasy to say when-â you gasp when he pushes deep. âYour fat cock makes anything tight.â Your hand reaches back to caress his face, knowing how much Dieter loves to be stroked and caressed while fucking. âGod baby, you just ruin me.â You honestly donât know how you will get over losing the sexual part of your relationship when Dieter gets bored, but you know it will come eventually. Hell, youâre surprised it hasnât already happened if youâre honest with yourself. But regular sex is something Dieter craves and you have never turned him down, your own sex drive is pretty high.
Dieter loves the praise, fuck, he loves hearing the way he makes you feel spill from your lips. His thrusts become harder and he hisses when you clench around him. âFuck.â He groans and turns his head to kiss your palm, his other arm is trapped beneath you but he doesnât care.
You feel that need in the frantic push of his hips. Heâs craving the closeness he feels from sex and you push your ass back, encouraging him. âYes baby, need this. Needed you to fuck me.â You pant. âAlways need it.â
He grips your leg, shifting it more towards your stomach and he groans at the new angle. Youâre so much tighter like this. âFuck baby. You - youâre the best. The fucking best.â He murmurs, kissing along your shoulder.
The weight of him on top of you presses you into the bed, making it harder to push back against him, but you just squeeze him tight every time he thrusts back into you. âDeeeee.â You whine, loving the angle of his cock battering against your cervix. He feels like heâs in your guts when he pushes his hope forward. âFuck baby, that cock is soooooo good.â
Dieter shifts his hips again, trying to find that spot inside you that makes you scream his name. He wants the entire fucking studio to know who is fucking you like this. He groans when you squeal on his best thrust and he focuses on that spot, wanting you to cum for him.
Heâs demanding today. Your moans and squeals come easily, fingers gripping the covering on the bed. Youâll have to make it again later, but you donât care. He feels amazing pounding into you against that spot. âDee- Dieter- Iâm- Iâm gonna-â you pant, trying to talk while heâs fucking you but itâs nearly impossible. âOh shit!â You scream, clamping down around his cock when you feel the pressure suddenly reach its peak.
The way you gush around him has him panting as he tries to work himself into your cunt as you grip him like a vice. âFuck fuck fuck.â He hisses, pushing deep. Heâs never been great at stamina without drugs so sober, heâs thrusting into you a half dozen more times until heâs painting your walls with his cum.
You groan softly, feeling the hot pulse of his cum filling you. You have an IUD, and Dieter has regular STI testing for insurance reasons and you love that he feels comfortable enough to not use protection with you. âThatâs it baby, thatâs it.â You reach back and hold his head, wanting to touch him as he rides out his orgasm and collapses on top of you with a breathless huff.
âFuck. I really donât pay you enough.â He chuckles breathlessly. âBest fucking pussy in L.A.â He compliments while heâs drunk on his orgasm and he kisses your shoulder, enjoying the feel of your hot cunt wrapped around his softening cock.
You snort at his comment and relax against the pillow. It could be ten minutes or an hour before Dieter moves but you always love the way he collapses into you bonelessly. âIf I charged you for my pussy, you wouldnât be able to afford it.â
Dieter snorts, âprobably not.â He doesnât deny that. Sure, heâs had sex workers in his bed before but you are his assistant and thereâs an emotional connection he hasnât found before. Heâs addicted to it and he canât let you go. He is excited to start this new project with you by his side.
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âDieter has an interview at twelve that day, so that shouldnât be a problem.â You tap a pencil against your notepad as you pour over his schedule. âAs long as he doesnât go over we can make it to the studio by four and then have him ready.â His manager is on the other side of the zoom call, video feed in the corner of your computer, wanting to squeeze in a late night talk show to talk about the movie being released next month, while also teasing about this movie. âWill that work for them?â
âYeah. We can make that work.â His manager and his PR team agree and you add it to his schedule. âWe can also get him on that podcast in the next week, if he has a gap. Itâs about sexual exploration and of course people know he is quite active. I think it will develop some big hit content. As long as he doesnât talk about drugs.â His manager sighs.
âHeâs been doing a lot better.â You remind them. âWorking out for this film is doing wonders for him, even if he complains. Heâs just smoking a little weed on the off days.â You look over his schedule again. âOn Thursday he is supposed to have a half day of shooting, if we can reschedule his meeting with the accountant, he could do the podcast then?â
His manager hums and looks over the PR team who nods, confirming it with the podcast booker. âThat will work. So thatâs his schedule for the next month. Thanks for all your hard work. I know heâs not the easiest to handle.â His manager snorts just as Dieter opens the door to his trailer. Heâs still in costume, covered in fake blood and dirt and heâs exhausted. He slumps onto the sofa with a groan.
âOkay, Iâll get back with you all later.â You promise, closing out the Zoom call and turning to look over at Dieter. Itâs the first time youâve properly seen him in costume and your mouth drops open. âHoly shit.â You hiss, clenching your thighs together as you take in the raw, rough and frankly sexy view of Dieter as a Roman general.
Dieter doesnât notice your interest in his costume, rubbing his forehead as he is hot from the fighting. Heâs exhausted. Itâs been days of trying to get the scene just right. Including more takes than heâs ever known to cover the reaction of the crowd, of the emperor, of his lover in the stands. âItâs been a long fucking day.â He whines, opening one eye to look at you.
âYeah?â Your voice is a little raspy, making you clear your throat as you sit up straighter and bite your lip. âItâs been a long day, baby?â You ask, wishing for a moment that Dieter was a method actor that stayed in character. Wanting to hear that voice he had developed for Marcus Acacius while heâs wearing that costume. âYou need me to take care of you?â
He opens both eyes and smirks, seeing the way your eyes drop down to his costume. âDoes this do it for you?â He asks slyly, standing up from the sofa and he brushes his costume down. His voice deepens as he asks you, âyou want me to fuck you wearing this?â Instantly interested in this visceral reaction from you.Â
You shiver slightly, his voice changing to the authoritative tone he had practiced with you. His eyes are hardening as he looks at you. âYes.â You admit immediately. âWe can- I can ride you.â You offer, cunt dripping at the thought.
His cock hardens in his briefs under the tunic and he stiffens his spine, wanting to enjoy this role play with you. âStand up and strip. I want to see you.â He demands, âI want to see what the emperor has gifted me for winning my battle.â
Shit. A whimper escapes you, biting your lip even harder when he slips into role play as he watches you expectantly. You reach for your shirt and drag it over your head to drop to the floor. Wishing you had worn a dress today. âToo bad they arenât using me as an extra.â You moan. âPulling off a Roman dress would be sexy.â
âFuck. I could ask wardrobe for an extra.â He says as his eyes take in your tits and he breaks character for a moment. When youâre naked in front of him, he straightens his back again. âKneel before your general and tell him your sins.â He demands, âtell him what your weeping pussy yearns for that angers the gods.â His voice is deep and authoritative.
You have no idea if that is anything remotely like a Roman general would say, but you are quick to drop down to your knees in front of him. You bow your head, feigning embarrassment, and there might be a little of the genuine emotion mixed in. Your reaction to his costume is so physical. âYou, general.â You moan quietly. âI wish for the general to take his frustrations out on my body. To use my cunt.â
Dieter knows he should be more like a general but he wants to tease you since youâre turned on by this display. By his character. âYouâre nothing but a servant. You are nothing to men like me. Someone to fetch my wine and let me fuck your cunt. You want to please your general?â He asks as he reaches down to pull his hard cock from his briefs. He pumps himself and shifts closer to you, âyouâre going to suck my cock.â He demands, âand pray the gods forgive you for your lust.â
Itâs demeaning and sexy because most of the time Dieter is a whiny, submissive mess who does what you say, but right now heâs in charge. Except heâs not Dieter Bravo, not completely. Heâs his character, Marcus Acacius. You open your mouth immediately, your cunt clenching when he pushes the head of his cock onto your tongue and past your lips. Making you moan as you close your eyes. Heâs a little salty from sweat but that only adds to the little scene heâs acting out.
He groans as you take him into your mouth but itâs not enough. He reaches down to grab the back of your neck. âYouâre not taking my cock like a hungry, needy, little whore. Show me how much you fucking want it.â He demands, rocking his hips to push deeper into your mouth.
You gasp and sputter around his cock, loving the almost ruthless way he is pushed down your throat. You swallow around him, making him groan and you feel your pussy start to drip onto the floor of the trailer. The scene is obscene and you love it, eyes watering as you look up at his âdirty and bloodyâ face.
His brow is furrowed as he watches you, makeup on his face making him look fierce and he hisses when you swallow around him. âFuck. Look at you. I bet your cunt is dripping onto the floor, isnât it? Knowing you are sucking the cock of a general. Someone youâd never be able to be near unless youâre pouring my wine or taking my cock.â He chuckles breathlessly, slapping your cheek.
Your body shivers in goosebumps and you whimper around him. Your nipples are hard and aching and you want to reach between your thighs to rub your clit, but you want to prolong the pleasure. Saliva is dripping down your chin and you bob your head eagerly as you moan around him again. So turned on that you feel like you might cum right now.
Dieter twitches in your mouth, loving the roleplay. It's not really been something that he has explored due to his occupation. "Fuck. Your mouth is the Elysian Fields. Shit. Taking it so well." He compliments you, bending over you to squeeze your breast.
You hollow your cheeks, pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock. Moaning around his length again as your saliva slick jaw works to take him deeper. Wanting to see how long he can last in your mouth before he is pulling out to fuck you.
"Fuck. I - I don't want to-" He loses his character for a moment as he pulls out of your mouth, "I want to fuck you. Get on the bed and show me how much this little slut wants a general to fuck her." He demands, his cock slick with saliva and he wants to cum inside you.
You love the tone and honestly, itâs a little bit of a turn on to hear him call you a slut like that. Dieter doesnât usually ever use derogatory names unless heâs talking about himself, but this is sexy. You want him to fuck you from behind, but you want to see the costume. Climbing on the bed and spreading your legs wide while you are on your back, you wait for him to react.
Dieter bites his lip, watching your chest heave and he chuckles at how eager you are for him to fuck you like this. âLook at you. Fucking dripping onto the sheets. Hungry for this Generalâs cock.â He mocks you as he stands at the end of the bed. He grabs your thighs, dragging you down to the edge of the bed. âYouâre going to take whatever I give you.â He orders and grips his cock, positioning himself at your entrance before he pushes inside you in one thrust.
Your cry is loud and you donât care who hears you. Itâs not unusual for cast and crew to hear the sounds of sex coming from Dieterâs hotel room or trailer so no one ever expects any less from him. The snap of his hips is more aggressive and your cunt clenches down around him in pleasure as your fingers twist in the sheets. âFuck- fuck yes!â
He can see how desperate you are for him to fuck you and he loves it. He focuses on being his character, imagining how roughly heâd fuck someone with adrenaline from the battle racing through him. âFuck youâre so tight. Such a good little whore for me.â He praises as he grabs your legs and straightens them against his body so he can feel even bigger inside you.
Your eyes roll back because of the angle. His cock pushing deeper and kissing your womb. It pinches slightly but the pleasure overwhelms any pain. âG-gods!â You manage, finding it hard to think about anything but how fucking fierce he looks over you. His brows are pinched together and it makes him look furious, adding to the effect of the costume.
His body is still covered in fake dirt and blood, sweat beading on his forehead, and he looks down as your tits jiggle with each move and your mouth is open in pleasure. If you were a Roman god, youâd be Venus. âTaking my cock. Taking your generalâs cock like a good slut. Youâre hungry for it, arenât you? Bet you sat there wet and waiting for me to come back from battle. Fuck you hard and make you cum after my frustration in battle.â He grunts, squeezing your legs as he rocks impossibly harder.
You moan and nod. âYes, General.â You pant out, reaching up and squeezing your left tit as he fucks you. âWaiting for you to come back. Thinking of you.â Your pussy is gushing and Dieter is playing up the part beautifully. You had never thought of role play with him before but itâs perfect.
Your gushing cunt has his cock sliding in and out of you with ease and his skin slaps against your thighs. âFuck. So good. Feel so fucking good.â He groans and squeezes your calves. He hisses and slaps your flesh, âyou gonna be a good girl for your general? You gonna cum for me?â
âYes. Fuck yes.â You gasp out, knowing that will be easy to do. âDee- general.â You moan, correcting yourself when he squeezes your thigh and grunts in disapproval when you almost say his name. He obviously likes playing the general right now and you will oblige him. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
He wants to see it, hear it, feel it. He groans your name and slaps your thigh, wanting you to fall apart around him. You pant, getting closer and your walls flutter around his cock. âThatâs it. Thatâs it.â He grunts, sliding his hand lower to rub your clit. âCum for me.â He demands, wanting to hear it, âcum for your general.â
He clenches his jaw and his nostrils flare. It's so goddamn sexy and powerful that the sight of it makes you cum. Your cry is strangled, caught in your throat while your body bucks and heaves under him. Soaking his cock and you vaguely hope you don't ruin his costume as you fall apart.
You clamp down on his cock and your cry has to be heard on the entire lot as you soak his cock. "Fuck, you are - shit. Good girl. Such a good little whore for me. Gonna fill you up now. Don't care if you get knocked up. Will make sure you are looked after by the Emperor." He promises, still in character. "Fuck, I'm gonna - gonna cum." He pants, clenching his eyes as he pushes into you, thrusting a half dozen more times before he can't hold off. He pushes deep as he starts to cum, a whine escaping his lips as he breaks character.
You moan softly, watching his face relax and he literally changes from the character he was portraying to the actor that you work for and sleep with. His shoulder slump and his eyes shift back to a more soulful gaze, glazed over with pleasure as he rocks his hips forward to push every drop of cum into your pulsing walls. âFuck, Dee.â You canât help but giggle, your entire body tingling from the pure adrenaline of your orgasm. âThat was- is your sex scene going to be like that?â
Dieter inhales deeply, his spine tingling from the orgasm, and he snorts, shaking his head as he looks down at you. "No. No. Fuck." He shakes his head, trying to get control of himself after some great fucking sex. "It's gonna be boring. She rides me, her naked, me in armor." He tells you and you nod, "not like this." He caresses your legs, "not like this."
You hum, smirking slightly and you reach down to caress the armored chest of his costume. âWell then, why donât I ride you in your costume before you film, so you can imagine Iâm the one on top of you?â You suggest, not even remotely upset by the idea of fucking him again like this. Your pussy clenches down around his softening cock. âAnything I can do to help you.â
Dieter smirks, "Jesus, you'll have me hardening in the damn sock thinking about you but fuck...I can bring the costume back to the trailer another day." He decides and reaches for your hand to kiss your palm. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asks softly, knowing you deserve to know how he feels.
Dieter says he loves you all the time, most often after you do something for him he had expected you to refuse. Itâs glib and flippant, not real so you donât ever tell him how it hurts you when he does because you know he doesnât love love you. âI could stand to hear it more.â You admit, heart twisting and you cup his cheek when he puts your hand against it. âBecause I love you too.â
Your adoring gaze makes his heart flutter and heâs reminded once again how he cannot live without you. Youâre his rock and you keep him on track, not letting him spiral when things go wrong. He sighs, ânot like I want you toâ and lets go of your hand to pull out of you. He canât say how he really feels and he dejectedly tucks his cock away.
The ever shifting moods of Dieter reminds you that he isnât yours and you decide to just giggle to cover the flare of hurt. âOf course not.â You hum. âThat wouldnât fit your reputation.â You sit up and reach for a towel. âDo you want a snack?â You ask, moving back into caretaker mode.
Dieter watches you shuffle off the bed, reaching for your panties and he sighs, âyou donât get it. I donât mean- whatever. Itâs whatever.â He huffs and decides to head back onto set and find himself something to drink.
You frown when he leaves the trailer before you can put yourself back together. Wondering why he seems so shiftless right now, if heâs feeling guilty about something. You know that heâs not great at expressing himself and sometimes acts out like a child would. He doesnât like being emotionally vulnerable. You decide to go to the set and see if you can help him.
Dieter is nursing a black coffee when you arrive on set and he is sitting, waiting for the other actors to come back from their break. You walk over to him and he stares at the cup in his hand. âSorry for - for that.â He manages to get out like itâs painful to say.
âDonât worry about it.â The last thing you need is for Dieter to think you are mad at him. He needs to concentrate on the scenes being filmed today and hopefully by the time heâs done, whatever is upsetting him will have passed. âDo you need anything? Are you hungry? You didnât eat much this morning.â His blood sugar might be low. âI brought you a Kit Kat.â You pull the candy bar out of your bag and offer it to him.
He looks up at you in surprise and takes the chocolate, undoing the wrapper after you take his coffee and he groans as he chews it, not realizing how hungry he was. You stand there in silence and Dieter hands you the wrapper after the AD calls for everyone to return to set. He inhales deeply, mentally shifting into his character.
You sit in the chair he vacated, that is still warm from him sitting there. Watching as he takes his mark and his co-stars also get into position. Itâs always interesting to watch Dieter work, the truth in the saying that all artists are slightly mad being very true. You think he is amazing.
Dieter grunts as soon as the director calls action, working on remembering his blocking and the choreography. People think that acting is easy, that it doesn't take a lot, but Dieter's life has been acting and it's exhausting physically and mentally. He gets lost in his character as he works his way through the scene.
You have memorized the lines and the action sequences. Seeing the hard work he has been putting in come to life as he goes through the scenes. Sometime they cut and reset, but you are so impressed and fucking turned on by his competence in this role, it makes you press your thighs together.
Dieter is sweating when he finishes his scene and he strides off set when the director calls cut, taking the bottle of water you have ready for him. He desperately wants a shower so he's relieved when the director calls it for the day and he hands you the water bottle. "Need a damn shower and some weed." He declares, walking off set and you follow him.
You know that heâs tired so you donât try to talk to him. Just follow him back to the trailer and you pick up his costume as he strips it off, taking it back to wardrobe as he gets into the shower. His comfy sweats and crocs are set out and you have ordered dinner to be delivered to the house by the time you get there.
Dieter stands under the water, eyes closed as he tries to imagine his life when heâs older. He will be too old to be a movie star, too old to be considered another more than a washed up legend. His legacy will be his Oscar and nothing else. He hates the idea of not having anything else written in his eulogy. He hates the thought of being alone. He imagines if he gets the balls to say how he feels about you. Sure, heâs not conventional but he loves you. You donât care about the fame or the money. You see him, you know him. He imagines being old, watching his kids grow up with you beside him. He wants that. He just needs to tell you for real and hope you donât crush his crumbling heart in your hands.
Once youâve returned the costume, you pick up the changes to the script and the blocking for tomorrow, going back to the trailer to pack up the bag you always carry for Dieter. Heâs still in the shower, which is a little unusual but you just think that heâs sore. Youâll offer to give him a massage once heâs smoked a little and relaxed. Itâs been a long day.
Dieter finally turns off the shower, stepping out and wrapping the towel around his waist. He washes the makeup from his face with the organic cleanser you get him and he comes out to find you waiting for him. âShit.â He hisses, rubbing his eyes, âI just know Iâm gonna lose you.â He admits, trying to ignore how fucking pretty you look waiting for him.
You frown, not sure what the hell he is talking about. âAre you okay?â You ask, stepping closer to him and wondering if he might have taken something without you knowing. He's been doing so good with not taking random pills, but this is Dieter. âYou arenât going to lose me unless you wander off.â You joke playfully, reaching out and touching his arm.
He flinches and shakes his head, âno. No. Youâre gonna go and all because I canât control- I canât stop thinking - fuck!â He yells and you jump, making his frown deepen. âThereâs - itâs just all in my head bouncing around all the damn time.â He admits, waving his hands around his wet curls, âyouâre gonna leave because you donât - itâs gonna ruin everything but I canât stop myself.â He admits and you frown, shaking your head, âDieter. Whatâs wro-?â You donât get to finish before he blurts out, âIâm in love with you!â
Your mouth drops open slightly, shocked by his outburst. His eyes are filled with sorrow, grief. As if youâve already rejected him. âDeeâŠâ he shakes his head âI knew it.â He mumbles and you step closer. âKnow what?â You ask, tilting your head. âThat Iâm in love with you too? That Iâm scared that youâll find someone else? That youâll be bored?â You ask, voice shallow and fearful. âBecause thatâs all true.â
Dieter stares at you in shock, thinking for a second that heâs high or this is some dream. He swallows harshly and reaches for his towel, dragging it from his body. âDieter.â You whisper in confusion and he reaches for your hand, bringing it to his chest. âIâm yours. All of me is yours and I stand in front of you now naked and totally exposed, physically and emotionally. Iâve been in love with you for - well, since you started working for me but I think I told myself that I couldnât indulge in you, couldnât ruin you, until that first night we slept together and I - no one else came close to you. I love you and I want you. Youâre the only person I can ever see myself growing old with.â He admits, his heart pounding under your palm.
You bite your lip and your eyes fill with happy tears. âI always worried that you would move on. That I wasnât enough.â You admit softly. âBut I want you. Perfectly flawed you. I think you are amazing and I donât want to be with anyone else but you, Dieter.â
Dieter offers you a soppy smile when he realizes you feel the same way. âYou are - Jesus. Seriously?â He asks and you nod, offering him a soft smile as you reach up with your other hand to cup his cheek. âI love you.â He declares before he surges forward to press his lips to yours.
You canât help but giggle against his lips, throwing your arms around him and dragging him closer. He loves you. Heâs whiny, sometimes annoying and always needy, but he loves you. You pour yourself into the kiss, your heart pounding in your chest.
His fingers dig into your waist as he pulls you against him, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he lets it sink in that you love him. âWanna- wanna grow old with you. Well, older.â He says when you pull back and he points at himself, his wrinkles that heâs insecure about.
Leaning in, you press your lips to the wrinkles and smile at him when you pull back. âOnly if youâre willing to steal your costume after you finish shooting.â You joke, kissing him again.
Dieter chuckles, ânow that I can agree to.â He promises, caressing your back. âDefinitely going to steal that one to take home.â He promises, âfor now thoughâŠletâs go home and have dinner before I spend all night making love to my girlfriend.â He nudges his nose against yours.
âI ordered dinner to be delivered,â you tell him as you pull back and smile at him. âWeâll smoke a little and then Iâll ride you before rubbing your back.â You tell him the plan as you turn around to reach for his clothes. âHow does that sound, baby?â
âFuck, you really are my soulmate.â He murmurs, looking at you in awe. âLetâs go home, sweetheart.â He orders, slapping your ass. âUh, you might want to get dressed.â You say and he chuckles, nodding as he grabs the sweats you laid out for him. âDonât want anyone else seeing the goods. Yours and only yours.â He winks at you as he pulls his pants up and grabs his shirt, pulling it over his head while he slides into his crocs. âSports mode.â He jokes as he pulls the straps up over his ankle.
You roll your eyes, laughing at the complete dork that you love. Heâs quirky in about a million ways and sometimes drives you crazy with his antics, but you donât want him any other way. Especially if heâs going to roleplay a Roman general with you for the rest of your life. âLetâs go home, babe.â You tell him, grabbing the bag. âWeâll practice your sex scene until we get it right.â
âFuck yes.â He cheers as you walk out of his trailer and he takes your hand, not caring about anything other than showing you how he feels about you. âFood, weed, then some crazy lovemaking.â He decides and squeezes your hand, âyou knowâŠI have a costume left over from Cliff Beasts we could try out.â He teases and you snort, âthatâs just your robe. You used your own for the character.â Dieter smirks, âcould be sexy if we roleplay it the right way.â He suggests, âthese cliff beasts are so large-a.â He does his accent and you sigh, âI hate that that works on me.â Dieter grins, âgonna be a damn good life together, baby.â He declares and you giggle, âyeah it is, Bravo.â
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Description: You're best friends with Eddie, but you're also secretly in love with him. You struggle to hide your feelings, until a visit to Lover's Lake makes you unable to keep up the act anymore. Thankfully, things go better than you expect...
Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Â smut, swearing, female reader, jealousy, crying, lots of angsty feelings, friends to lovers, metalhead!reader, drug references/use, grinding, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, squirting
Word Count: 5.5k
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Heat of The Moment
You've been close friends with Eddie Munson since high school. You remember not fitting in with anybody, and then Eddie took you under his wing. He showed you how to play D&D, and all of his metal band cassette tapes. Soon after, you joined the Hellfire Club and became a full-blown metalhead. You cut your hair short and dyed it funky colors, and wore a beaten leather jacket covered in pins and patches. Your jeans were always torn, and Converse adorned your feet at all times. You even had your nose pierced, much to your mother's dismay. Your eyes were always smoky with eyeliner, and dark red lipstick made your mouth look absolutely sinful. You made guitar pick earrings and a matching necklace to wear, Eddie had generously given the picks to you. You'd even made him a necklace as well, and he gave you the biggest bear hug when you gifted it to him on his birthday. You were hoping for a kiss, but you took whatever affection you could get from Eddie.
Years later, you'd both just squeaked by to graduate, you never took your grades very seriously. You don't see the point of doing what everyone in life pushed on you. College, marriage, kids, the house with the white picket fence. It all seems so hollow, and you want no part in it. You instead choose to focus on Eddie. You play D&D with him regularly, and he recently decided to teach you how to play the guitar. Some days you just get high and listen to Metallica or Dio in his trailer. Any time you can spend by his side, you jump at the chance. You couldn't help falling in love with him, but you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He treats you like a sister, a best friend. He always picks other girls to go out with and screw. It's not like you aren't a catch, you've been with plenty of guys. But none of them make you feel the way Eddie does, so youâve never formed a long-term relationship with any of them. You can barely remember their names, they don't matter to you at all.
It always hurts you to see Eddie with other girls, kissing and giggling with them. They sit in his lap after his shows, practically humping him on the couch in his trailer. It always makes you want to scream, or vomit. That should be you, not some whore who doesn't care about him. So you try your best to act unbothered, bringing your own dates to distract yourself. You eventually fuck them on the couch while Eddie takes whatever girl he brought home to his bed.
But the whole time you're having sex with someone else, you can hear whatâs happening in his bedroom. It makes you want to burst into tears, but you just pretend you don't hear. Or worse, you pretend the random guy youâre with is Eddie instead. You always feel disgusted afterwards though, you're just using random men to fill a gaping hole inside your heart. Not only that, you don't even pretend to like them. They all have blank faces, no names to you. You fill in the blanks when it comes time to screw them, pasting Eddie where you want him most. But they never perform the way you imagine he would. They don't care about you, or your pleasure. Once they're done, they leave. You're left laying on the couch afterwards, hearing noises from the bedroom with your clothes still removed or undone. It's here that you always lose the battle with your tears, letting them out silently to make sure the lovebirds aren't disturbed. You eventually get yourself together, wiping your tears away before Eddie escorts his girl to the door.
"You okay?" He always asks after he lets his whore out, taking notice of your puffy eyes and streaky eyeliner.
"Yeah, Iâm fine. Just another asshole." It isn't necessarily a lie, the guys you pick blindly usually don't treat you very well.
"Maybe you need to find someone you actually like, Y/N. You deserve to be happy." He kneels in front of you, wiping your eyes carefully. He looks into your eyes, and opens his mouth to say something. But he always closes it again, and shakes his head slightly. "Let me drive you home." And he always does, trying his best to cheer you up on the way. Telling jokes, blasting music, swerving the van playfully on the road. He does everything he can to get your tears to stop. It always works too, he shines so bright in your life. He makes everything better, any troubles you have melt away when you're with him. He parks and walks you to the door of your apartment like a true gentleman, telling you goodnight. You say the same, and burst into tears all over again when you close the door behind you and you're sure he won't hear. You cry so hard your chest hurts, and your throat is left raw from sobbing.
You eventually run out of tears for the night, crawling into bed with all your clothes still on, too tired to remove them. You lay in bed yearning for Eddie for hours, picturing what being his girlfriend could be like. It's oddly comforting, playing pretend in your head while you curl up in the blanket. You drift off to sleep with thoughts of the man you love swirling in your mind. And in the morning, the cycle starts again. Wake up, D&D/guitar lessons, van hangout, work, Eddie's show, back to his trailer, meaningless sex, crying, drive home, crying again, sleep. At some point this routine is sure to kill you, you can't keep going like this. You'll tell Eddie how you feel the next time you see him. And then you can either be with him, or put these pesky feelings behind you if he only sees you as a friend.
It's a Saturday afternoon, and you're getting ready to see Eddie. It's just the two of you today, you'll be going to Lover's Lake to hang out in his van. You both like the lake, not because of its name but because it's always peaceful there. The reflections of the surrounding woods on the water, birds flying overhead, a cool breeze brushing through the trees. It's nice and quiet, making you feel like it's just you and Eddie in the world. You're just about finished applying your smudgy eyeliner when you hear Eddie honking outside. You almost stab yourself with your eye pencil when the sound startles you. You toss it on your vanity, checking yourself over to make sure you look good. Your makeup is flawless, your outfit is badass as ever, and you donât have a single hair out of place. You smile at your own reflection, eager to go with Eddie so you can tell him how you feel. You grab your bag, rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs. You run over to the van, yanking the passenger door open. You slide into your seat, tossing your bag in the back.
"Hey there, Y/N. How are you doing on this fine afternoon?" He smirks at you, looking you up and down. You seem extra put together today, he wonders if he's the reason for it. He pushes the thought from his head, there's no way you think of him like that.
"Hey, Eddie. I'm alright I guess." You say quietly, feeling his eyes on you. You look at him, meeting his wandering gaze. Did he just check me out?, you wonder. No way, he wouldn't do that.
"You 'guess'? That doesn't sound like the Y/N I know. Well, hopefully some time at the lake will brighten your mood, hm?" He puts his hand on your knee, rubbing it comfortingly. You tense at his touch, almost holding your breath. The skin where his hand is feels tingly with anticipation. "Seriously, though. Are you feeling okay? You've been kinda off lately." He's genuinely concerned about you, you've been acting weird around him recently. Whenever he touches you, it makes you all jumpy, and you've been crying a lot too. He hopes he hasn't upset you somehow, he truly cares for you. He likes you a lot, more than he'd readily admit. But he figures you only see him as a friend.
"I'm fine, Eddie. Let's just go to the lake, okay?" You reply, almost annoyed. You look out the window, waiting for him to start driving. Eddie sighs, taking his hand off your knee. He grips the steering wheel, and drives out of the parking lot. You both ride in silence on the way to the lake, but Eddie can't help looking over at you every so often. You refuse to meet his gaze, keeping your eyes focused on any sights outside the window as you ride past. Any enthusiasm or bravery you had about telling Eddie you love him is slipping away from your grasp.
Eddie continues to glance at you as he goes his usual route to the lake. Something is definitely off with you, he can see a sad expression on your face reflecting back at him in the window you keep staring out of. He doesn't know exactly why you seem so down, but he hopes you'll at least talk to him about it.
You finally reach the lake, and Eddie parks the van in your usual spot. He kills the engine, turning in his seat to face you. "So, are you gonna tell me what's going on, Y/N? Did I make you upset or something?" You turn to face him, looking into his eyes. His expression makes your heart break. He thinks he's hurt you, but it's been you hurting yourself because of how you feel about him.
"No, Eddie. You didn't do anything. I'm just being stupid, I promise." You reach forward to take his hands into yours. He lets you, and you stroke his rings, taking comfort in how the cool metal feels under your thumb. You want to keep talking, but it's like your mouth has been sewn shut.
"So what is it then? And I'm sure it's not stupid, Y/N. But you seem so sad lately, and you practically wince whenever I touch you. Just tell me what's wrong, darling. There's nothing you could say that would make me like you any less." He implores you to open up to him. He wants to help, however he can.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Eds." You manage to reply, and your gaze falls to your joined hands. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your palms are sweating beyond belief. You feel sick, like you can't breathe. You can't do this. It'll ruin everything, and then Eddie won't want to see you anymore. You try to hold back, but your tears fight their way from your eyes, dripping onto the floor. Eddie's hands leave your grasp, grabbing the sides of your face to make you look at him again.
"Hey, hey. Y/N, please don't cry. Whatever it is, please just tell me. I can't stand seeing you so unhappy, princess." Seeing you like this makes his heart smash into a million pieces. He wants to make it better, but he doesn't even know what the problem is. You start to panic, your breaths come out fast and shallow. You start feeling dizzy, and you wish you could just run and hide. But you can't, Eddie won't let you go.
"I can't do this, Eddie. It'll ruin everything. And then you won't like me anymore. And I can't live with that." You choke the words out between sobs, your face turning a deep shade of scarlet. You're so embarrassed, and you just want to drop it. "Please, just forget it. We can pretend this never happened and I'll stop being an idiot. Please, I-" Eddie interrupts you by bringing his lips to yours. Your sobs stop, but your body still shudders a bit. You return the kiss, it's gentle and warm. A few more tears slide down your cheeks, and then Eddie breaks the kiss. He smiles at you, letting go of your face to hold your hands again.
"You know, if you were in love with me, all you had to do was say so." His smile grows wider when you gasp at his words. You open your mouth to protest, or put yourself down, but he places a finger over your lips to keep you quiet. "It's alright, darling. I promise you haven't ruined anything. I should've guessed this is why you've been acting so strange. I just didn't think you'd feel the same way about me as I do about you." Your eyes widen, you can't believe he's actually been in love with you this whole time.
You move his finger from your mouth, and grab his shirt collar. You pull him into you, smashing your lips together. He groans as you almost make him fall from his seat, but he hungrily reciprocates the kiss. He bites your bottom lip, making you moan. He slips his tongue in, and you battle for dominance. He wins out, frantically leading you to the back of the van. There's pillows and blankets thrown about, making a comfortable landing place for you. You fall onto your back, with Eddie on top of you. You finally break the kiss, stroking his face with the back of your hand. "You have no idea how many times I've wished for this, Eddie. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't think I could ever tell you. You always chose other girls over me."
"I know, and I was a fuckin' idiot. I only did that because I thought you didn't want me. We could've saved so much time, so much heartbreak. I can't begin to tell you how often I imagined those other girls were you instead." You laugh in shock at what heâs said. Him, fantasizing about you? You can't believe it. This whole time, heâs only wanted you. "That's not weird, is it?" He asks, blushes slightly at his little confession.
"Not at all, Eddie. If I'm being honest, I did the same thing with all those assholes I brought to the trailer. But I don't think they came even close to pleasing me like I imagine you could."
"Jesus, we're a couple of sick fucks, aren't we?" He chuckles, shaking his head.
"No. We were just painfully oblivious to each other's true feelings." You giggle, staring into his eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Your lips meet again, slow and sensual this time. The temperature in the van begins to rise, you feel your blood boiling in your veins. Eddie's hands grip your waist, and his left knee goes between your legs. He's creating friction on your clothed core, causing you to moan. His lips leave yours, moving to your jaw, and your neck. He plants open-mouthed kisses on your skin, occasionally sucking the flesh to leave hickies on you. "Fuck, Eddie. You're really good at this." You sigh blissfully, letting every sensation wash over you.
"I should hope so, I've had plenty of practice." He says between kisses, smirking like an idiot. One of his hands leaves your waist to grope your tits through your shirt. You arch your back off the floor of the van, gasping at his touch. "You make such pretty noises, princess." He whispers in your ear. "I can't wait to hear what you sound like when you cum." His words make you so wet, and his knee grinding on you feels so good. Every move Eddie makes sets your insides on fire, intense waves of pleasure washing over you. He's got you so wound up, soaking through your panties. Not long now until he pushes you over the edge.
"If you keep going the way you are, it won't take much." You moan out, your hands tangling in his hair. You tug on it roughly, and he groans into your neck.
"Careful, Y/N. It's dangerous to push my buttons like that." He grins at you, pulling you to sit up. He places you on top of him, his thigh positioned between your legs. You're sitting on your knees, and Eddie grips your hips in his hands. "Ride my thigh, darling. I want you to make yourself cum for me." He says lowly, his eyes burning with lust as they gaze into yours. You do as he says, slowly moving your hips on him. Eddie keeps your pace steady, helping you into the right angle to hit the spot where you need him most. You place your hands on his shoulders for leverage, increasing your pace on him. He just sits there watching you closely, drinking in every moan and curse that falls from your lips.
The waves are crashing into you now, threatening to pull you under. You're sweating through your clothes, and your pussy is impossibly wet. "Fuck, Eddie. I'm so close." You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders.
"Keep going, princess. Make a mess all over me. Let me hear those pretty moans." His words spur you on further, and you grind yourself on him as fast as you can. You're panting wildly, feeling wave after wave rolling into you. Eddie moves to bite down into your neck, which sends you falling over the edge.
"Oh, god!" You scream, your legs try to snap shut as stars fill your vision. Eddie holds you into his chest, keeping you upright as your orgasm rips through you. You keep gripping his shoulders, gasping for air as you ride out your high. You fall backwards after your body has calmed down. You just lay here like a starfish, trying to collect your thoughts. You're staring at the roof of the van, breathing heavily. Eddie lays down on his side next to you. His head is propped up with one hand, and the other slowly strokes your arm up and down.
"How are you feeling, love?" He asks, looking down at you with kind eyes.
"Good. Uh, great, actually." You say awkwardly, glancing at him briefly. "I've never done that before. NotâŠcum, I've done that plenty. I just mean, the whole...um, grinding on you thing. I didn't expect it to have such an effect on me." You can't help your cheeks burning. You feel silly, babbling words at Eddie like this.
"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything with me, you know that." You look at him again, seeing genuine affection in his eyes. You nod, turning your body to face his. You get as close to him as you can, and he wraps his arms around you. You kiss him again, but it's much softer now. Your heart melts, and you pull him even closer. He breaks away, speaking quietly. "Do you want more, sweetheart?"
"Yes, please." You reply just as quietly. You're not sure why you're both being so quiet, but it feels right. This moment feels so intimate, and you never want it to end. You lay on your back again after removing your jacket. He takes his own off too, the climate inside the van is like a sauna.
"Take your shirt off for me, princess." You obey his command, tossing it away. Eddie's right hand immediately goes to massage one of your breasts over your bra, making you gasp. His eyes gaze over your body, almost in awe of how beautiful you look. After a moment of staring, he lifts your torso to reach behind you. He expertly unclasps your bra, pulling it off you with ease. His breath hitches when your tits are exposed for him, your nipples hardened from arousal. "You're so gorgeous, baby.'' You blush at his compliment, a small giggle escaping your lips. Eddie lowers his head to your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts. You moan, gripping his long locks again. He peppers wet kisses on every last inch of you, leaving no flesh untouched. From the curves of your tits, to your ribs underneath, his lips leave a scorching trail as he moves. Once he's satisfied with his work, he swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.
"Eddie." You whimper as he worries his teeth on the sensitive bud. His hand gropes your other breast, squeezing it roughly. Once he's left you properly marked, Eddie repeats the same actions on the other side. You tug on his hair again, making him groan. You love hearing the effect you have on him, most guys are too shy to make noises. But Eddie isn't most guys, especially when he's around you. You tug again harder, and he moans even louder. He stops kissing your chest, looking at you. His eyes are dark, swirling with pure lust.
"You love playing with danger, don't you, princess?" He flashes you a devilish grin.
"Maybe." You smile back at him. "But I love the noises you make when I touch you even more. Guys don't really do that, but it's so fucking hot."
"Is that so?" He asks, you just nod at him. "I'll keep that in mind, darling." He sits up to remove his shirt, and you can't help gawking at his body. He's toned, but slender, and his tattoos look so good on him. You get on your knees to feel him up. You run your hands up and down his chest, feeling as much of him as you can. "You like what you see, love?" He asks quietly. You look into his eyes, feeling passion overtake you. You grab him by the shoulders, and push him over as you bring your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. He grunts as he falls, grabbing your waist to take you with him. You straddle him when he lands, grinding yourself onto his stiffening cock. He groans into your mouth, gripping your hips roughly. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You're so needy." Eddie chuckles as he breaks the kiss to take a breath.
"You'll see, Eds. Just lay down and relax." You grin slyly at him. He cocks an eyebrow, unsure of what you mean. You proceed to lick a long stripe from his collarbone to his jaw. You look at him again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He just stares at you, wide-eyed. He's panting, awaiting your next move. You feel his dick growing even harder beneath you. You take that as a sign to keep going. You lean back down to his neck, biting down hard this time, then sucking the skin to make a dark bruise.
"Jesus, fuck." He moans out, spurring you on. You nibble his skin, trailing down his neck, to his chest, his stomach. Each move you take elicits whimpers and curses from Eddie's lips. Every sound is music to your ears, making you more and more wet whenever you hear one. You reach his belt, looking over your handiwork. Eddie's body is littered with teeth marks, and he's breathing heavily. You undo his belt, taking your time in order to tease him. Once it's open you unzip his jeans, pulling them down as Eddie kicks off his shoes. He's left in his boxers now, and a tent has formed in the thin fabric. You grip his waistband and yank his boxers down. His dick springs free, slapping his stomach before standing up straight.
You take his length in your hand, stroking him gently. He groans again, sweat beginning to form on his brow. He looks at you with pleading eyes. "You're very sexy when you're desperate, baby." Eddie's completely fucked for you, silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You happily oblige him, taking every last inch of him at once. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, but you're persistent about keeping as much of him in as possible. You bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue around him as you go. He's constantly letting out lewd noises, which only serve to fuel your fire.
"Keep going, babe. But can you put your pussy towards me?" He asks, barely getting the words out. You position yourself where he wants you, and he makes frantic work of taking off your shoes and remaining clothes. You moan on Eddie's cock as you feel him stroking your slick folds. "You're so wet, darling. Is this all for me?" He asks as he slips two fingers into your cunt.
All you can manage to reply with is a muffled 'mmhmm' as he starts curling his digits inside you. Each stroke of Eddie's fingers makes you see stars, causing you to moan on him again and again. This in turn makes him groan and pick up his pace while fingering you. You feel Eddie's balls tightening, he's getting close. You speed up, working him harder and faster, gagging on him repeatedly. He takes this as a challenge to give you another orgasm, so he takes his fingers out of you, replacing them with his tongue. You scream on his length, feeling a fire beginning to build in your belly. His mouth licks and sucks on your clit mercilessly, pouring gasoline on the flames.
You're both driving each other mad as you compete to send the other over the edge. Moans fill the van as you near your highs, each lick and stroke pushing you further and further. Eddie's release comes first, and his mouth temporarily leaves your dripping cunt to moan your name as he cums down your throat. Once you've swallowed every drop, he sucks your clit into his mouth to make you topple over the edge. You scream his name as your legs begin to shake. Your orgasm rips through your body viciously, and you feel yourself cum onto Eddie's face. He holds you steady until your high subsides, licking up all your juices in the meantime.
You collapse onto him, practically gasping for air. You lay on your stomach for a moment, waiting for your vision to clear. Eddie strokes the backs of your legs affectionately. "You alive over there, Y/N?" He asks playfully.
"Yeah, just...wow. You're so fucking good at that." You sit up, back still facing him. His arms wrap around you from behind, his legs on either side of you. He kisses your shoulder, and your neck. His lips feel warm and soft against your skin, and you're already wanting more. You sigh as you cock your head to the side to give Eddie more access. He licks the length of your neck, stopping below your jaw. "Everything you do feels so good, Eddie." You sigh lustfully. You turn slightly to face him, looking at him from under your lashes. "Do you want to fuck me now?" You ask, biting your lip.
"Sure thing, dollface. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" You nod silently, doing as he says. He kneels behind you, gently pressing you downwards. He leaves you resting on your elbows with your ass in the air. He grips his cock, brushing it between your soaked folds, drawing low moans from both of you. He teases you like this for a moment, eager to have you beg him to fuck you. You're so turned on it almost hurts, you need him inside you now.
"Eddie, please stop teasing. I need your dick inside me." You practically whine for him. He chuckles darkly at your pleading.
"Your wish is my command, princess." He says as he slams his cock into you.
"Oh, fuck!" You cry out as he hits your g spot perfectly.
"God, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckinâ gorgeous." He pants, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. You moan continuously, he hammers your sweet spot with each thrust. He smacks your ass, making you yell.
"Fuck, Eddie!" You grip the scattered blankets beneath you for dear life, spots hinder your vision as you're fucked into next week. The sound of your vulgar noises and slapping skin is all you can hear, and it's like the most beautiful music in the world. You're loving every second of this, as is Eddie. But there's something else you crave from him. You don't just want Eddie to fuck you, you want him to do filthy things to you. "Babe, do you mind choking me while you fuck me?" You ask him as he continues to pound into your cunt.
He's taken aback by your request. Not because he's not into it, he definitely is. He's just surprised you want him to do that to you. But he finds your desires to be ridiculously sexy, and who is he to deny you? "Of course, darling. Anything you want." You can hear the smirk in his voice as his ringed hand comes forward, pulling you up by the shoulder. He lays on your back slightly so he can reach your throat. You feel the cool metal that adorns his fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly. You choke out a moan as the pressure makes your head lighten. He loosens his grip for a moment as he continues to fuck you.
"Fuck, you're so hot, Eddie. Keep going. Fuck me, choke me, make me cum, please." You keep moaning and begging for Eddie to have his way with you, and he can't help but give you anything you ask for.
"You're such a dirty girl, Y/N. I fuckinâ love it." His grip on your throat tightens again, and he snaps his hips even harder into you. You're both slicked in sweat, struggling to keep your positions. You're nearing the end again, and you can already tell it's going to be the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Your skin is on fire, your insides like burning coals. Every feeling is amplified, concentrated in your pussy. Every time Eddie's cock enters you, it's like fireworks being set off.
Every curse and dirty request you let out makes Eddie's dick twitch. He can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are like this. He's genuinely in love with you, and his heart pounds in his chest as he races to the finish line. His free hand slithers down between your legs to your clit, rubbing quick circles. You gasp loudly, and his ringed hand tightens around your throat. He uses his arm to hold you in place, rubbing and fucking and choking you simultaneously. Eddie mentally congratulates himself on pulling off such a feat, but maintains focus on making you cum. "I'm so close, babe. Keep going, just like that." You say once his grip loosens again.
"I'm almost there too, princess. Be a good girl and cum for me." He pinches your clit between his fingers, sending you toppling over the edge.
"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You scream so loud, and you feel your pussy clamp onto Eddie's dick. He groans, feeling his own high take over. He continues to hold you as your legs tremble violently, and juices spurt out of you onto the blankets.
"Jesus, Y/N!" He moans as your walls clench him. He feels your cum rush over his cock, spilling out of you. It feels unbelievable, he's never experienced anything like it. His load empties into you, mixing with your release as his hips buck compulsively a few times. Once Eddie regains composure, he pulls out of you. You whine at the loss, and your combined arousal slowly drips out of you. Eddie stares at the sight for a moment, before wiping it up with his finger. You moan at the overstimulation, and lay on your stomach as you cool down. Eddie lays beside you, trying to get your attention. You turn to him, seeing the gathered cum still on his finger. He brings it to your lips, and you immediately take it in your mouth. You suck it clean, moaning at the sweet taste. "Shit, could you be any hotter, Y/N?"
You just shrug and lean over to kiss him. He melts into you, caressing your cheek. The kiss feels different this time. It's slow and tender, full of love. You eventually break away, and you both lay down again. You place your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. Your leg lays over Eddieâs as you try to be as close to him as possible. Your hand strokes his chest while he plays with your hair. "I love you, Eddie. I'm so glad I met you." You say, barely above a whisper.
"I love you too, Y/N. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like this before." He replies at the same volume. He pulls one of the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into you even more. You can't help but let your eyes flutter closed. You're so content like this. Your heart swells as Eddie's words echo in your mind as you drift off to sleep. He loves you, and you love him. Nothing could ruin this moment. The world could end and you wouldn't care, as long as you get to stay like this with Eddie.
The end.
#hippiegoth97#fanfiction#smut#stranger things#eddie munson#hawkins#1980s#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x metalhead!reader#heavy metal
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My calf scramble post got more interactions than I thought It would, but It just reminded me of him.
Now I am a fourth generational farmer, I've seen dozens of steers come and go. But Rugz, he was different. I fought tooth and nail for him, and took him from feral and afraid to the sweetest bundle of beef.
I sold him August 2023, and to this day I still think about it. I remember breaking down in the sale ring and crying Infront of dozens of people. I remember being handed the empty halter as he was trailered. I remember when I composed myself and walked back in, but broke down because the barn was empty.
I'm a strong guy, I pride myself in it. But there's still some grief knawing inside of me. I'm mad about it, I've always said and say it's the industry. It's what you do. I can't comprehend why I am upset over him still, I find it embarrassing to talk about. I personally raised another steer again this year and I was sad over him but nothing like this.
But there was something about Rugz, that stupid blonde calf. The only calf I had that ever made me consider backing away from my passions and dreams. If I would've kept him I would have been set back so many years, but if you ask me now. I would be fine waiting if it meant he was there.
I love farming, I am a hog farmer and cattle farmer and years from now I'll grow my operations. I'll have hundreds of livestock pass through my hands, and I'll still think of him.
The steer that built me.
#Cow#Cows#Cute cows#Farm#Farming#Farmer#Farmblr#Homestead#Homesteading#Show cow#Fluffy cow#Fluffy cows#Animal#Livestock#Rodeo
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I wanna hear you - Matt Murdock
pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
Matt was always a giver, especially in the bedroom, but tonight you wanted him to let go and enjoy the pleasure you could give him.
word count: 2.6k
content: fluff; smut with plot (18+, MINORS DNI!) - kissing, mutual stripping, grinding, unprotected piv (birth control not mentioned but i'm telling you here she's on it lmao), soft!dom!reader; established relationship; matthew needs to learn to receive!
a/n: this idea just kinda hit me in the outbreak of the fandom all going feral over the 0.2 second shower scene in the Born Again trailer. not shower smut i know but that scene had us all feeling things!
Matt was always a giver. He gave away his time and skills as a lawyer doing pro-bono work for underprivileged citizens, he gave away his own safety and health nearly every night as Daredevil to keep the streets of Hellâs Kitchen safe, and he gave you all the love he could in your now years long relationship. You were always delighted to come home from a late-running shift at work to your favorite meal, to flowers as an apology after a missed date when something big was going down that Daredevil needed to deal with, and especially the tender yet passionate love-making Matt gave you every chance he could.Â
You would be forever grateful to Matt and everything heâs given to you, but tonight you wanted to give to him for a change. Expressing your feelings out loud had never been your strong suit, so you decided that you would just have to show Matt how thankful you were for him. Because of this, you spent the better portion of your day at work distracted while you formulated a plan on how to do just that.Â
With those heightened senses of his it would be hard to surprise him, so you were stumped for a little while on how you could manage it when it hit you. Rather than trying to hide what you were doing, you would use his senses to your advantage in your plan! So with that idea in mind, you pivoted and began creating a night you hoped Matt would love when he got home after the conclusion of the case he had been dealing with for weeks on end now.Â
Thankfully you got out of work on time today, so you texted Matt to see how long it would take him before he got home that night. A few minutes into your grocery run, he replied that he was working on paperwork to finalize everything from the case, but that he would be going to Josieâs after with Foggy and Karen to celebrate. You politely declined his invitation to go out with them and mentally cheered, knowing that it would give you more time to make things just that much more special for him when he arrived back at your shared apartment that night. So with a full bag of groceries, you made your way home through the cold and crowded New York streets and began making the meal you planned to kick off the night of taking care of Matt.Â
While the food began cooking in the pressure cooker, you made your way to the bathroom and washed away the stress of the day along with any hints of strong perfume and lotion you had put on when you got to your building that morning and refreshed throughout the day. In their wake, after shaving you dried off and put on a lightly scented vanilla moisturizer, one you knew Matt loved and always told you wasnât too overpowering for his senses. That combined with your lavender scented shampoo and conditioner was a winning combination for Matt and you intended on satisfying him in every way possible that evening.Â
You shook your head and quickly shut down your impure thoughts of what you planned on doing with him after dinner because the only scent you wanted Matt focused on when he first got home was the meal cooking, not your arousal. Still, you were nervous about the idea you had in mind and were afraid that you would mess it up or it would be too much for him⊠There was only so much advice you could get from your best friend in the realm of sex, especially sex with Matt, but you hoped that the pep talk she gave you over text that afternoon would boost your confidence enough to pull it off.Â
Right as you were releasing the pressure on the pressure cooker, you heard the door down the entry hall opening and Matt calling out his greeting to you as he entered. âWelcome home, love!â you told him fondly after you put down the lid and began making your way over to greet him with a kiss and a hug. You felt Mattâs muscles relax while you embraced him and he softly inhaled the heavenly combination of your shampoo and moisturizer. âHow was Josieâs?â you asked, your voice slightly muffled into the fabric of his dress shirt.Â
âIt was good. Nice to celebrate all the hard work we put into that ca-â Matt started to say, but stopped before he could finish the sentence.Â
You couldnât help your heart dropping the slightest bit when this happened because it usually meant he heard something going on in the city that he needed to handle as Daredevil. Rather than waiting for an answer by means of him running off and suiting up, you tentatively asked, âIs everything okay? Do you need to go?â
âGo? What? No, I justâŠâ he said, loosening his hold on you before taking off his glasses and placing them in their place by the door alongside his white cane. âThat smellâŠwhat did you make for dinner?â
A light blush creeped up onto your cheeks in response to the question and you began to regret your choice of meal as you replied, âIrish stew. I got the recipe from a friend at work who lived there growing up. Said itâs really good for warming up on a cold night and that it-â
âIt reminds me of Dad,â Matt said, interrupting your rambling statement, much to your relief because you felt like you were digging a hole that you didnât know how to get out of.Â
âIn a good way I hope. At leastâŠthat was the intention,â you said quietly, eyes darting down to the ground as your confidence in the plan began to falter.Â
âIn the best way,â Matt told you, gently tilting your chin up and kissing you tenderly. When he pulled away, there was a fond smile on his lips as he told you, âWhen I was growing up Dad didnât make much, but he always made sure I had food to eat. Irish stew was something he would make a lot because it was easy enough to get the ingredients for cheap and we would have meals for a week sometimes. I havenât had it since he died, IâŠâ He let out a breath before telling you, âThank you, sweetheart. This means the world.â
âYay!â you cheered quietly, a giddy laugh leaving your lips as excitement bubbled up in your chest once again. âI hope itâs a good celebratory meal after that case. You worked so hard on it, I just wanted to give you something to come home to relax with.âÂ
âItâs perfect, just like you,â he replied, leaning down to kiss you again. When the kiss ended, you ushered Matt over to the small dining table and made him a bowl of stew before making your own and settling into your usual small talk about your days and about what heâs been doing out as Daredevil.Â
Upon the conclusion of the meal, you brought Matt over to the leather couch and felt your heart rate and anxiety begin to increase at the thought of what you were about to do with Matt because it was so out of your wheelhouse of what sex with you and Matt was always like. Your most intimate moments usually involved you being a pillow princess while Matt practically worshiped your body and reveled in the sounds you made, but tonight was going to be different. Tonight you planned on taking charge and dragging out every little noise Matt was willing to give you. That was the problem though. Matt was rarely vocal in the bedroom, too consumed with wanting to listen to you that he never really expressed his pleasure out loud. To counter that, you had come up with a reward system that you hoped he would catch on to and finally let loose every little noise and realize how turned on it got you.Â
You were torn away from your thoughts when you felt Mattâs arm snake around you and pull you onto his lap so you were straddling him. âWhatâs on your mind?â he asked as he massaged your hips.Â
âYou,â you replied honestly.Â
Matt let out a quiet chuckle before he squeezed your hips and said, âI think I can guess in what way.â
Remembering the advice your friend gave you earlier, you felt a wave of confidence wash over you, so you kissed Matt deeply for a mere moment and pulled away which had him chasing your lips as you said, âYouâd be right.â You brought your lips close to the shell of his ear and placed a father-light kiss there before telling him softly, âBut tonight weâre going at my pace. I want to make you feel good.â
âFuckâŠâ Matt whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as you felt his cock twitch to life underneath you.Â
âEventually,â you promised with a small smirk on your lips as you lifted your top up and over your head before kissing him again.Â
The heated make out session only further intensified when you began grinding your hips down onto Mattâs now prominent bulge straining against his slacks. You could tell you were making Matt feel good by the way he was squeezing your hips but he still seemed to be focused on making you feel good as he bucked up to meet you halfway. The pleasure was beginning to mount as he rubbed against your now throbbing clit and you almost lost your resolve until something that sounded somewhat like music hit your ears. When you pulled away to rest your forehead against Mattâs for a moment, a pleasure-filled sigh left his lips as he rutted up into your hips one more time. You gave him a quick and fleeting kiss before your hands reached down and began deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt and running over his abdominal muscles and the scars you always found to be so attractive because they represented his bravery.Â
Your bra came off fairly quickly when after you began kissing on Mattâs neck, he let out a soft and unintentional, âOhâŠâ You knew the pulse point was very sensitive for him and after leaving the beginnings of a love-bite there, you granted him access to one of his favorite parts of you. Mattâs hands were on your breasts in an instant, massaging them and tweaking your now stiff nipples and making you let out sinful little whimpers of pleasure only he could draw out of you.Â
When Matt's assault on your breasts stopped for a moment, his hands began exploring your body, tracing patterns that only made sense to him. As his rough and scarred hands slipped past the waistband of your sweatpants and wandered around the sides of your thighs before settling on the curve of your ass, he leaned his head back onto the couch and sounded drunk with pleasure as he mumbled, "Your skin's so soft, angel. Feels so good."
"All for you, love," you told him, leaning back in for a heated kiss as you shifted and allowed Matt to help you out of the pants.
With less of a barrier between your aching center and Matt's stiff member, you began moving your hips against his with fervor, chasing not only Matt's pleasure but your own as you continued lapping into his desperate mouth. A slight bit of shame flitted across your mind because you were sure that you were ruining the slacks, but it left quickly as the pleasure began building into a tight coil in your lower abdomen. Getting lost in the pleasure you were giving each other, you barely noticed when he whispered between panting breaths, âI need you, sweet girl. Please.âÂ
The vocalization of his wants shocked you, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing as pleasure flooded southward, causing you to let out a quiet moan of your own before untangling yourself from Matt and standing up on unsteady legs. When Matt stood, you kissed him again as you reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, helping him out of them before he was pulling you into his arms and toward the bedroom.Â
You were further shocked when, as you crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Matt grunted out in broken sentences, âYou drive me crazy. Smell so good. I need to-âÂ
He couldnât even finish his sentence as you captured his lips in a desperate kiss and turned him around to where his knees hit the side of the bed, causing him to fall backward with you on top of him. You continued to kiss each other passionately, pure need guiding the two of you to the top of the bed before you slid your soaked underwear down your thighs. You pulled away from his mouth for a moment to rid yourself of the fabric and this simple action triggered the most beautiful sound you had ever heard to escape from Mattâs mouth. This was because as the fan you had aptly turned on low before Matt got home blew gently against your back, the scent and taste of your arousal landed on Matt's lips. When he tasted your essence on his lips, in his overstimulated state he couldn't help the guttural moan that left his lips as he rutted his hips up to meet yours again.
With that final sound echoing through your head, you couldnât hold back anymore. So you quickly rid Matt of his underwear before positioning yourself over him and sinking down impossibly deep, which only earned another beautiful moan from his pretty lips as he clutched the silk sheets in his fists. âThatâs it, I wanna hear you, Matty,â you whispered, letting out your own groan of ecstasy as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, feeling like you were being split in half in the best possible way.Â
âFuck sweetheart, I-â Matt started to say, but faltered as another string of curses fell from his mouth. You knew ahead of time that he was going to be overly sensitive from all of the teasing you had to do in order for him to finally let go, so you werenât surprised when he gripped your hips tight and whispered, âIâm close⊠Oh fuck Iâm close!â
The clipped and almost whimpered sentences brought you that much closer to your release, and you unexpectedly felt that coil within your lower abdomen snap when Matt came inside of you, a slurry of groans and curse words and something that sounded like your name flying out of his mouth like a prayer. Your vision whited out for a moment as the most pleasurable orgasm you had ever experienced washed over you as Matt continued to rut up into you to drag out the pleasure as long as possible. His practiced fingers easily found your clit and began rubbing gentle circles on it to pull out some more moans from your lips before you collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard as you recovered from the stimulation.Â
With your body naturally gravitating toward its usual place to cuddle Matt in your post-sex bliss, your breathing started to become less ragged as he ran a hand up and down your bare skin in soothing patterns. You felt a chuckle rumble through his chest which prompted you to look up at him in question of what was so funny. âThe neighbors are wanting to file a noise complaint,â Matt told you as a wide and boy-ish looking grin broke out onto his lips.Â
âLet them,â you told him before leaning in for another kiss.Â
As you relaxed into Mattâs embrace once more, he admitted, âI didnât realize how turned on you would get just from my voiceâŠâ
âMatt, you have one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard, and when-â you couldnât even finish your sentence as a sigh left your mouth and you felt yourself getting turned on again at the mere memory of the sinful sounds he had made.Â
âI think weâre going to get a few noise complaints tonight,â Matt told you. A cocky smirk made its way onto his lips as he pinned you to the mattress and began rubbing your sensitive clit again, a deep moan leaving his throat when he felt his release mixing with your arousal which only turned you on further as you mentally prepared for the onslaught of pleasure you were going to both give and receive the rest of the night.Â
divider by @firefly-graphics
likes and comments are always appreciated!
a/n: this was my first time writing smut for Matt so it may not be the best, but i will get better in time as i write him more!
xo, brooke <3
general taglist: @reidmarieprentiss
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Trailer Park Steve AU part 7
part 1 | part 6 | chapter 1 on ao3
cw: panic attack, ptsd flashback to minor character death, graphic depictions of⊠food? lol
Dinner is exactly as chaotic as Steve expected it to be. He and Claudia take opposite end seats with a glass of red wine each, and the kids take the middle and start acting like a pack of caffeinated raccoons: talking over each other, scraping forks against plates, stretching their entire upper bodies across the table and dragging their sleeves through the side dishes instead of just asking someone to pass them the butter; Steveâs starting to wonder if any of these kids have ever eaten at a table before, or if they maybe just wandered in from the surrounding woods. Feral asses.
When they do start asking for things, he regrets wishing they would, because Lucas goes âErica, can you pass me the salt?â and Erica sneers âI donât know, can I?â and Mike jabs âWhatever; nobody says âmayâ anymore, you dorkâ and Claudia gasps âMichael!â and it all escalates from there until Dustin tries to catapult lasagna off the end of his fork and hits Steve in the side of the head with a glob of warm cheese.
Silence falls around the room.
The cheese plops onto his plate.
âSh-ii-it,â Dustin breathes, face stuck in wide-eyed shock.
Steve gives Claudia an imploring look.
âWhy donât we clear the table for dessert?â
The commotion starts up again in double time, everyone scrambling to clean up and clear the room before Steve starts bitching about them messing up his hair (and his plate, and his clothes, because the cheese splash sent a spray of little tomato sauce droplets splattering all over him, and isnât that just perfect; heâs gonna have to hand-scrub the stain out of his khakis), so itâs just him and Dustin left when Dustinâs elbow catches and tips over his wine.
The liquid spills onto his plate: dark, and red, oozing into the uneaten scraps of sauce and cheese and pasta to form a viscous, fleshy sludge. Red like his dadâs office, like his fatherâs mangled thigh, and itâs just food itâs just food itâs not blood itâs not blood but he canât fucking breathe, canât hearing anything beyond the wet, gasping sounds his dad made the night he died, and then he realizes that heâs making them, mouth moving fruitlessly around air that wonât pass, trapped in the bottleneck of his choked-off windpipe.
âSteve?â Dustin asks, and his voice sounds far away. âShit, shit, Steve! Can you hear me? Are you choking? I know the Heimlich, just- just hold on!â
He snaps out of it when Dustin pulls him halfway from his chair, gets his fists under his ribs and all but punches the air from his lungs. It sets off a nasty coughing fit that leaves Steve snotty and ready to hurl, and he braces himself with his forearms on his knees and stares hard at the ground until the hacking finally stops.
Thereâs a scuff on his sneakers.
He canât replace them any time soon.
A moment to catch his breath, and Dustinâs shaking him by the shoulders. âAre you okay??â
Steve keeps his head bowed. âYeah.â He needs to get the fuck out of here. âYeah, Iâm good.â
He rises from his chair, grateful that everyone else already cleared out before they could witness his little moment, that the blare of the TV from the family room covered the sound of his retching coughs; more grateful still that they wonât notice him now, scampering out of here with his tail between his legs. âHey listen, man, Iâm not feeling so well,â he says absently, fishing his keys from the pocket of his jeans. âCan you get your mom to drive everyone home?â
âShouldnât you stay?â Dustin frowns in concern. âIf youâre sick? You can go lie down in my room or something, itâsââ
ââNah, man; I mean, thanks, butâŠâ His hand trembles around his keys, the muscles in his calves screaming bolt, bolt, bolt. âI just- I gotta go.â
He makes a break for it, rushing out the side door so no one else will see him leave (and he knows itâs fucking rude to head out without saying goodbye, but heâs also pretty convinced heâs going to combust if he doesnât go right now.) âTell your mom I said thanks, okay?â
âTell her yourself!â Dustin chases after him, clumsy and slow across the darkened yard. âDude, will you slow down? Talk to me!â
Steve throws himself into his car like thereâs a demodog on his heels. âIâll call you!â
âWhat the fuck!â Dustin shouts, but Steveâs already gone.
â
part 8
tagging a few people i know have been following along đ©· @slowandsteddie @paintsplatteredandimperfect @stevesbipanic @pennyplainknits @ledleaf @hellion-child @formosusiniquis @missjashin @runninriot @xpaperheartso @steddieas-shegoes
#trailer park steve au#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#stranger things#steddie fic#steve harrington fic#dustin henderson#claudia henderson#lucas sinclair#erica sinclair#mike wheeler#tw: panic attack#tw: ptsd
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The Harringtons pride themselves with being a family from a long line of people who got their roots removed. They are above such a silly thing like emotions and worthless concepts like affection. It's sometimes a solace Steve thinks when he lies on the cold tiles of the big empty house yearning for warmth yearning for a family. His parents leave him alone because they can and they don't love him because they can't. One day he'll be just like them, just a blank slate of harsh marble. He already practises and prepares. Holds everyone at an arms length, is cruel, is untouchable. His friendship with Tommy superficial, artificial based on a mutual upbringing and a mutual future. Sometimes when Steve watches the way Tommy and Carol snarl at each other he wonders if they already had their roots removed.
NancyWheeler manages to create a crack in the marble. Steve is in love and the idea of roots and of being numb, emotionally dead feels silly, feels so far removed, feels like it won't ever happen. Because he and Nancy are in love. Only that they aren't. Nancy doesn't love him and Steve hides in his bed for a week. He waits for the cough to come for that choking feeling of his lungs being squeezed like lemons, wants it to happen so he can have the operation and cut the pain away. But the roots never come, it wasn't that kind of love, and the pain slowly leaves.
He tells Robin about it on the bathroom floor and she just goes, "duh, didn't you pay attention in health class? Roots don't grow if you want the pain to go away. Roots come when you want to hold on to the pain."
Steve hadn't understood back then, thought that made zero sense. But then Eddie had happened. Picking the kids up from Hellfire turned into friendly banter turned into Steve buying from Eddie turned into them hanging out in the trailer, turned into a sexuality crisis or two, turned into feelings. Steve doesn't say anything. Wants to wait until Eddie has passed his last class. Doesn't want to add to Eddie's stress if he doesn't feel the same, doesn't want to distract Eddie if Eddie miraculously feels the same. He'll get to it when the time is right.
Only that the time isn't right and Eddie dies. And Steve? Steve starts to cough. Typically people cough rose petals until stems get stuck in their throat and thrones pierce their skin. Steve just coughs forget-me-nots. he can't decide if it's fitting or ironic. He does finally understand what Robin meant though. He doesn't want the pain to go away, it's all he has left of Eddie. That and Eddie's vest. It's easier to breathe when he sleeps in it.
Robin is furious when she finds out, tells him Eddie is dead, Eddie can't love him back and that Steve will die too if he doesn't get the roots removed. But Steve doesn't want to, doesn't want to lose the last part of Eddie, doesn't want to lose that part of himself, the part that feels.
And he doesn't have to. The lamp in his empty living room blinks three times short, long, short. SOS. Steve first thinks he is losing his mind but then Dustin calls and then El. Something's alive in the upside down and for the first time Steve feels like he can breath again. It takes surprisingly little to convince the party and Owens to go back on a rescue mission, they all miss Eddie or can tell how much Dustin and Steve do.
When they find him he isn't quite Eddie anymore. He's evolved, adapted, still the dorky metal head deep down inside but also something new something feral. He attacks Steve on sight but instead of tearing Steve's throat out he just wraps himself protectively around Steve and possessively growls "mine."
His, Steve agrees. It takes some coaxing but Eddie or Kaz how he likes to be called now returns to Hawkins with them, even allows Owens to examine him, as long as Steve gets to come with. Turns out Eddie really shouldn't have survived even with the supernatural powers of the upside down he should have been dead before the upside down could heal/mutate him.
"He was held together by roots, keeping him from bleeding out and falling apart," Owens explains after some tests and Eddie looks very sheepishly suddenly, unable to meet Steve's eyes.
But steve won't have this, no shame no fear after they almost lost each other. Gently he cups the face of his own personal monster and lifts it up until cat like yellow eyes get caught in liquid amber ones.
"I've been coughing up forget-me-nots since we lost you," Steve whispers. Eddie stared a second before he leans into the soft touch.
"Anemones," he mumbles into Steve's palm. "Ever since last September it's been anemones for me."
Anemones, symbolising loneliness and being forsaken. Fitting for both of them.
It doesn't matter anymore though, the pain they've both clung to like a castaways to a life raft, has eased and now they cling to each other. It doesn't matter if Eddie is no longer quite human and needs to bite and feed from Steve every now and then. Steve lets him take and gets to take in return
After the all the same sweet nectar from the flowers their roots have bloomed into runs through both of them, neither of them ever lonely again or forsaken. Only ever in love and together.
#steddie#stranger things#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steddie fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic
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