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dennisboobs · 11 months
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i still think its funny how people misinterpret the gang chokes as dennis wanting mac to Take Charge, take care of, and control him rather than just wanting mac to be more self-assured and reliable (ie. able to save someone from dying of his own free will) when one of dennis' common complaints in early seasons was that mac was too bossy. if you ever find yourself talking about power struggles, remind yourself that dennis doesn't want real power, he just wants the illusion of power. he only needs this because he doesn't want to be out of control. he's happier when he and mac are on equal footing.
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jimmyspades · 5 months
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Mouth-to-mouth. Coast Guard training. We need to know CPR. No tongue!
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the-shiftshop · 1 month
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H for Henry?
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Monday morning. I'm supposed to go on a date with a girl I met on Tinder tomorrow. As an asian geek with no amazing body, nor something other people would find attractive with, I wanted to look good on my very first date.
My roommate, Henry, was kind and supportive for it. He's very fond of dressing well so he did all he could to make sure I will look great when I finally meet the girl, and so he let me borrow some of his clothes.
He helped me get dressed. After wearing it all up, he decided to add finishig touches. He pulled a necklace from his pocket and handed it over to me.
"H?" I asked, "Wouldn't it be weird if she sees me with an initial of your name, Henry?"
"That's not really what the H is for. Just try it out, Dennis, and let's see." He replied
As soon as I wore his necklace, I started to feel an impressively pleasurable feeling that washed down my body. At first, it just feel as if I'm all relaxed, but when I sat down on the bed, my whole body started to feel so sensitive. Even just my skin feeling the confines of my clothes sends shivers down my spine. Sooner or later, I felt my cock tent. I realized then that I'm so horny. My hands moved to paw on my errection as it started to grow. My other hand felt up inside the shirt I was wearing to tease my nipple, realizing that my chest is starting to lose fat and get replaced by muscles.
I looked at Henry as he moved closer to me.
"H can mean a lot of thing, but one things for sure." Henry grabbed my chin to make me look directly into his eyes.
"Horny."
I groaned as I felt more uncontrollable lust wash all over me.
"and the other would be..." He pulled my face near him, matching our lips as they level to each other.
"Himbo."
It's like a command. As soon as he said that, my mind cleared out. I couldn't help but just give a smirk as I feel my horniness rise up with Henry in front of me.
"Mmhmmm, broooo...." I groaned as I started to feel more muscles begin to fill up the clothes he made me wore. I couldn't think if anything else but to get some tight pussy to fuck. God, I can't wait to hook up with that girl tomorrow.
"Hairy." He added.
My face started to get itchy and my right hand that I was using to play with my nipple rose up to sratch it, feeling my facial hair fill up to a trimmed beard. My chest also filled up with hair as the thin ones on my arms and legs started to thicken.
"Homo." He finished
My eyes widened. At first, I wanted to push bro away because he called me a Homo, but isn't he right?
"Bro.... You're so.... close..."
"Yeah? Watchu gonna do about it, big guy?"
With his fingers still on my chin, he pulled me in for a kiss. I returned back, giving him the deepest kiss. He climed up the bed, spreading my legs and his legs in between mine. As we kiss, we starting taking off each other's clothes. Well, isn't what I'm wearing also his? Haha.
I feel his hard cock grinding against mine through each other's pants. We broke the kiss for a bit so we can take each other's pants off.
"God, bro... You're hugeeee..." I trailed off, looking at his cock.
"You're 'Hung' too, big guy." He winked at me, and soon, like a command, my cock started to grow bigger too. I moaned loud as I gripped on it, growing from its 5 inch to an 8.
Henry dove back and continued kissing me. His hand now gripping on my cock. His kisses went down to my neck, then to my nipples. Goddd! I'm so sensitive! He's jerking me off while licking my tits! His cock, softing poking my ass.
"Fuck, bro... I want you..." I moaned.
"Yeah, big guy?" Henry said in between kisses.
"Fuck me, bro. I want your dick in my ass."
Henry didn't have to be told twice. He pulled my legs on top of his shoulders, and soon, he was pushing his cock in me.
"Ooohhhh, broooo! That's soooo....." I groaned as he slowly pushed it.
"You're so tight, big boy!" Henry said.
"Fuck me hard, now. I want it bro!"
"Yeah? You want it hard?"
"Make me bust my nut!"
Henry moved in, pushing hard, then back out. Slow at first, but soon he was fucking me like a crazy. His cock, making it all feel good inside. His hand on my cock.
He was so good, he was kissing me while he fuck my wits out. God, I'm so horny and gay for my bro.
"Bro! Bro! I'm...!"
"Yeah? Let it out, big buy!"
"Fuckkk!"
"I'm close too- I'm!"
Henry pulled out, jerking both of our cocks. Then our gate just bursted open and we came at the same time. His cum mixing with mine as we emptied out our balls all over my abs and chest.
"G-God, bro... That's so goood..."
Henry fell on top of me, our cum smearing all over our bodies. We hugged each other as our lust subsided.
"Wish that wouldn't be the last time, bro..." I whispered into his ear.
"Me too..." Henry said, his arms tightening up around me. "I've always liked you and I don't wanna let some girl take you away."
I took a deep breath. Henry's sudden confession didn't feel too bad. If I'll be honest, I started to feel more comfortable now. Realizing what magic he did to me, I don't think I mind. Henry's a nice guy. He did a lot for me. It might've been he change, but I remember telling my best bro that I would go out with him if I was gay. I hold onto the necklace and thought of something.
"We can make it last forever, you know." I said.
"How?" He lifted himself off, looked at me in the eyes.
I took the necklace off and wore it around his neck.
"H-...." I hesitated, being a himbo now kinda made me forget the right word.
"Husband."
Henry's eyes widened as we feel our new wedding rings appear on our fingers.
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pretty-little-mind33 · 3 months
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Tangerine x fem!reader
Summary: You've always loved your boyfriend's tattoos but panic when he offers to have you choose his next one.
Genre: fluff, blurb
Warnings: mentions of needles and tattoos, swearing, relationship insecurities
TANGERINE MASTERLIST
More times than you'd admit, you'd stare at Tangerine's tattoos—just as you're doing now—your nails tracing the designs on his forearms as you sit in his lap, straddling him.
You know he has more, some that spread across the muscles of his back and down his sides.
You want to touch those too.
"Why don't ya choose my next one, luv?" Tangerine asks suddenly, his hand coming up to push some hair away from your forehead as he admires your expression. Your eyes widen, and you shake your head, turning to look at him seriously.
"What?! I could never," you say, snatching your hand away from his skin as if it burned you, though you keep your position in his lap.
Genuinely confused, your boyfriend twirls his hand in your hair. "And why's that?"
"Because tattoos are so permanent!" you exclaim, your cheeks burning warm. "You'll have that on your body forever."
"Mm, yes, that's the point, a forever reminder of my favorite girl."
You say no again, your tone ending the discussion, but Tangerine knows you better than that. He smoothes a hand down your hair once more. "Is this not forever for you?" he mutters, the question genuine. There is no hint of annoyance or malice in his tone.
You feel your stomach sink and instinctively, you shift closer to him. "What?! No!"
Tangerine smiles and leans his cheek against your head. "Then what's the problem?"
You feel guilty as you take your lip in your mouth and your chew. What is the problem? The question plays on a loop in your head as you try to come up with an answer that doesn't sound stupid and childish.
"I mean, Tan, this feels like forever because I love you more than I need air, but nothing is really forever, is it? What if you wake up one morning and you don't love me anymore, and then you have a reminder of me engraved on your body?"
You pick at your nails, your voice going so small it breaks your boyfriend's heart. "And you know I don't want tattoos—so if you have one from me everyone's gonna wonder why I don't have one from you and—"
Tangerine suddenly presses his index against your lips and it's his turn to shifts so he's leaning up against the headboard, gripping your hips so you're positioned on his lap in a way that your ass isn't completely digging into his groin. 
His hand traces under your chin and then he cups your cheeks as he smiles. "My luv, I don't care what anyone thinks. I wasn't asking so ya'd also get one done, promise. Couple tattoos are incredibly cringey," he jokes with a scoff, then continues, his tone serious again, "now what's all this talk about me stopping loving ya? Ya gone completely mental on me now, darlin'?"
You look away, embarrassed. "I don't know."
Tangerine shakes his head and tuts. "Well, you're talkin' absolute nonsense. You're it for me, ya hear me? That's why I want a reminder of you forever engraved on my skin—because if by some hellish circumstances I can't have ya, I don't want anyone else. I'm yours and only yours."
He kisses your nose. "So, if you're willin', I'd love nothin' more than to have ya choose another for me, m'okay? Something small if you want, just for us."
You listen to him, taking in his words and then you smile and lean in to kiss his lips, warming up to his proposal so much so that a few weeks later, you stand to the side as Tangerine sits in the tattoo chair.
His arm rests on the small table to his left and his tattoo guy, a burly American named Dennis covered in tattoos, smiles at you. "So this is your little lady," he grins as he prepares the ink, "she is as sweet as you said, man."
Tangerine chuckles and beckons you over so you stand closer to him. "Isn't she?" he beams and turns to you. "Okay, show him, darlin'," he says and you hand Dennis a small paper where you'd drawn a small heart. It's simple. Nothing fancy—just a simple little heart that Tangerine wants on his wrist, almost hidden by his other tattoos but still visible enough for him. 
"Is it gonna hurt?" you whisper, worried for him, and Dennis chuckles. 
"I'm sure your boy can handle some pain," he jokes and Tangerine holds you hand with his other one. 
"I love you", he mouths, as his blue eyes shimmer with excitement at the anticipation of having something you'd drawn immortalized on his skin.
Once Dennis is finished with the tattoo and Tangerine can examine it, he turns and shows it to you. "Well? What do ya think?"
You barely blink. You can't tear your eyes away from the tiny heart drawing on his wrist and when you look up at him, knowing he has your real heart anyways, you break into a beaming grin.
"I absolutely adore it," you say honestly and those words have never made Tangerine as happy as now.
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megalony · 1 month
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Meet My Family- Part 2
Okay, it's taken me a while but here is the second part of my Evan Buckley imagine. I hope you will all like it, thank you for the lovely feedback on the first part.
Please let me know what you think.
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Evan Buckley Masterlist
Part 1
Summary: Now that Evan's team have met his family and his son, his family have been invited to a birthday party and Evan is touched how everyone makes an effort with his son. (Autistic son)
Enjoy.
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"What's this?" Evan tilted his head back against the sofa and squinted up at Hen who was stood behind him.
She had a cheesy grin spread across her face and one brow arched up in that manner that implied something was going on or that she had some kind of plan formulating in her head. Both her hands planted down on the sofa either side of his shoulders and she leaned forward and indicated her head towards the envelope she had just handed down to him.
"What does it look like?"
Evan rolled his eyes and leaned forward, focusing on opening the pale blue envelope which had Buckley's written on the back.
His brows rose and he pushed forward so he could spin on the sofa and look up at Hen properly once he looked over the card inside.
It was an invitation.
He glanced over the writing and the painted balloons in the background. Denny was having a birthday party next week, coincidently it was Evan's day off, but he suspected Hen had gone to Bobby and they had done the rota so everyone on the A shift could have the day off together.
But what made Evan's heart rocket in his chest was the names scrawled on the top of the page, clearly in Denny's handwriting. Buck, (Y/n) and Rowan. They were inviting Rowan.
"You're coming, right?" It was more a statement than a question and Evan dreaded to give the wrong answer.
Of course he would go, he thought Denny was a sweet kid and parties with the team were always a fun celebration. And he and (Y/n) had nothing else planned, so they couldn't really say no.
"Yeah, of course."
"How's Rowan with music, he's not sensitive to noises, right?"
"The louder the better… are you, um… I mean, Rowan loves parties, but he doesn't get invited to many."
The hidden question was there behind Evan's words. The tone of his voice was careful, he didn't want to cause offence or seem like he was ungrateful for the invite because he was. But in his and (Y/n)'s extended families, there weren't too many people who took the time to understand Rowan.
Their excuses were the usual kind. It was a party for adults or for older children, Rowan was 'too young' to go or he would be tired easily or it would be too loud for him. It was the polite way of saying they didn't want him there.
Evan didn't want Hen to think she was obligated to invite them if Denny was going to have a lot of school friends round who might not understand or who might just sit and stare at Rowan. That wouldn't be fair on anyone.
"Denny wants to meet him, he's heard Chris talking about him, and we want you all there. He's always gonna be welcome."
Evan nodded and took a deep breath to ward off the tears that were starting to burn behind his eyes and nose. The team had met Rowan twice, the first time when they came down to the hospital and again when Evan brought him to the station.
And he had gone to Eddie's house to meet Chris, which had gone down so well that Rowan didn't want to go home.
"You sure? He'll try to explore and take the toys and the food and if he's excited you'll hear him for miles." Evan's tone softened, he wasn't trying to put Hen off or make her change her mind, he just wanted her to know what she was agreeing to.
Rowan was a handful, but Evan wouldn't have him any other way. Rowan would explore Hen's house because it was a new environment and he was curious. He would try and take any present he saw that took his fancy, if he was hungry he would want to pinch the food whether it was time to eat or not. And he was very vocal, if Rowan was excited his noises got louder. He would squeal and scream and laugh and clap because it was his way of expressing himself when he couldn't use words.
"Buck, you've just described every kid that's gonna be there, don't worry, it's gonna be a great day. None of you have allergies, right?"
"Just Pica." The playful smirk on Evan's face made Hen smile and she nodded, patting his shoulder while she rolled her eyes.
Evan had told the team about Rowan's conditions, one of them being Pica, where he would eat non-food items. It was mainly for sensory feelings, if he looked the look or the smell or the texture of something, he would put it in his mouth to learn and explore. Which was why all the cleaning products were locked away in a cupboard in Evan's home, and why they had to keep an eye on Rowan at all times.
When Hen walked back into the kitchen, Evan smiled and nodded to himself. It was going to be an eventful day, if anything. One that he was now looking forward to.
"Are we ready?" (Y/n) looked between her two boys with a smile that was a little apprehensive.
The only one out of the three of them who was any good at parties was Evan. (Y/n) was too nervous and never knew what to do or what to say, she ended up sitting in a corner barely conversing with anyone. And no one knew how to act with Rowan, there was only a handful of people who knew how to interact with him and who were happy to sit with him and try to engage in his ways of play.
Whereas everyone got along with Evan, he was always smiling and knew how to joke around and could intergrate into any conversation and community.
But this was a children's party. (Y/n) knew this was going to be a lot easier than the usual kind of party. She could interact with kids, she knew how to be on their level and understand them and play their games and she had a lot of patience for children.
"Off we go," Evan grinned and tugged on Rowan's hand as they approached the front door to Hen's house.
He kept hold of Rowan's hand and tugged his boy back to his side when the five year old went to push the door. He had a tendency to try and walk into houses straight after knocking, Rowan didn't grasp the part about waiting to be invited inside. He thought it was like going home or going to his grandparent's house, he could walk right in and the door would be unlocked and people would be welcoming.
"Hi! Denny will be thrilled you're all here, come in." Karen opened the door, a wide smile on her face as she ushered them inside. "Hi Rowan." A gentle look washed over Karen's face and she waved her hand at him.
She had heard Hen talk about him, about how it was a surprise to find out Evan had a family of his own and how sweet she thought Rowan was when she met him at the hospital. They were all excited to meet him, and Denny was always open to making new friends.
The five year old studied her curiously as he swayed back and forth, pulling on Evan's hand like it was a rope swing. But he waved at her nonetheless which caused her smile to widen.
"Everyone's out in the garden."
They followed Karen down to the kitchen and out the back door where the noise level raised and the chaos ensued.
There were a lot of balloons tied around the fence, some tied to the few tables outside and placed around the garden with weights to keep them from floating off into space. A banner of Happy Birthday was pinned against the fence on the right side of the garden above the buffet table.
(Y/n) could see something that would grab Rowan's attention towards the back of the garden. A paddling pool. Rowan was very sensory and he loved the swimming pool, if they weren't careful he would be straight in there in his clothes and they wouldn't be able to get him out. And next to the pool was a sandbox that was usually closed up but today was wide open with spades and buckets and a signpost that (Y/n) couldn't read from this far away.
They didn't get very far before Denny spotted them and it was heartwarming to see his bright smile when he realised they had arrived. He had been waiting desperately to meet Rowan.
Denny was sat near the sandbox with Chris who was eyeing the buffet like he was desperate to go over there and try everything. Chris had already met Rowan and they were all pleased that the pair of them seemed to be very happy in each other's company. Chris was a little unsure at first that when he spoke, Rowan didn't give a response. But he could see Rowan knew what was being said and he would smile or pat Chris's hand or just murmur as a way of response.
"You're here!" He bounded over to them with a wide smile and bounds of energy radiating off of him. He stood next to Karen who placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm Denny."
(Y/n) was quite surprised that Denny's smile actually widened when Rowan made a little humming noise. Maybe he had been told Rowan was non-verbal and thought that meant he didn't make any sounds at all. But it was so lovely to see someone eager to play with Rowan and just be in his presence. They wanted Rowan to have a normal childhood, as normal as possible, and connect with people and make friends.
When (Y/n) held the present they had brought in front of Rowan and nodded towards Denny, the five year old took the hint. He grabbed the bag with haste and thrust it towards Denny with determination in his eyes and his other hand still clinging to Evan.
"Thank you," Denny carefully took the present and looked up at his mum who nodded and took it from him so it could be put with the rest of the presents inside for him to open later.
"Mum's doing a scavenger hunt in the sandbox. Do you want to join?" Denny held his hand out and waited patiently. He knew Rowan might not want to take his hand because he didn't know him, but he thought it was worth a try.
The young boy looked up at Evan, made a 'me me' noise and took Denny's hand. He kept hold of his dad's hand too, dragging Evan along like they were in a chain or a congo but it was enough to make Denny grin. And (Y/n) could barely focus on breathing when all she could feel was surprise and love and happiness.
Denny walked slow enough so they could trot side by side towards Hen, Athena's son Harry and Chris and Eddie. They were all stood near the sandbox and Evan took a moment to look around.
"Scavenger hunt?" (Y/n) looked towards Karen as they both moved to head over to where Athena, Bobby, Chimney and Maddie were all sat nearby with the radio blasting eighties tunes in the background.
"Hen's buried sweets and little fidget toys in the sandbox. They'll have to dig around for buried treasure."
Evan took to looking in the sandbox to get a better view and see what Hen had been up to. He loved the effort they had put in to making games for the kids, it was more than Evan ever had in his childhood, he never had any big parties or fun celebrations for anything in his life. Not his birthday, not to celebrate leaving school or getting into college. His parents were only ever happy to be at a party for Evan when he got married.
He wanted things to be different for Rowan.
Rowan began swaying back and forth, unsure what they were doing or why they were stood waiting near the sand. He knew he didn't usually get to play in the sandbox at school. He had a tendency to put the sand in his mouth because of his Pica and on the odd occasions when he was taken to the beach, one parent always had hold of him at all times so he couldn't try anything.
He started to hum and tick his head back and forth like he was dancing to the music before he suddenly let go of each hand he had been holding. He weaved around the sandbox and made a little squeal as he bounced on his tiptoes and made a beeline for the buffet table.
"Not yet buddy." Evan trotted behind him and clamped his hands down on Rowan's shoulders.
A squeal of protest left Rowan's lips and his brows furrowed as he pointed at the table and stomped his foot.
"No, not yet. Games first."
When Rowan tried to stomp his foot and reach out for a bowl of crisps, Evan moved quickly. He could just envision that bowl going flying and crisps scattering across the floor. He looped his hands beneath Rowan's arms and spun him round in the other direction.
He knelt down in front of the sandbox and gently sat Rowan on his knees as the boys all knelt in the sandbox, ready to dig for treasure.
When Hen said the boys could start digging, Evan handed Rowan a plastic spade and encouraged him to start to dig with everyone else. Rowan seemed content to look at the others for a while, he had never known objects to be hidden in the sand like this. He watched Denny dig up a lollipop and when Chris found a bag of Haribos and pointed to the sand, Rowan started to dig, if a bit lazily.
A very lovely, cheeky smile flooded Rowan's face after a few minutes and he dunked his left hand down into the sand. His fingers curled into his palm and spread out again to feel the sand tickling his palm and flooding between his fingers.
He burrowed his hands down into the sand, grabbed fistfuls and pulled his hands back up. He watched, fascinated, as the sand fell through his fingers like droplets of rain.
His lips parted in a cheeky smile and he locked eyes with Hen just as he poked his tongue over his lower lip towards the sand.
"Ah-ah, don't do that thank you." Evan pressed his lips to the top of Rowan's head and enclosed his large hand around his son's to prevent him from putting his hand in his mouth. He knew what he was doing. He was looking to see if anyone would notice or tell him off.
His head tilted back against Evan's chest as he started to giggle.
He did it for the texture, not to try and eat the sand because he was hungry or desperate. It was a fixation, a sensory feeling, putting things in his mouth was Rowan's way of getting a sensory fix and feeling textures and learning.
"I think you've had enough sand." Evan murmured against the top of Rowan's head before he glanced over at Hen. "Is he okay to wander round a bit?" He would hate to let Rowan wander if Hen wanted all the kids to stay together or to stay in the garden. Rowan liked to explore and that might mean scouting round the kitchen.
"Sure, go have fun."
Evan let Rowan take the lead, he let his boy wander round the garden, not really looking for anything in particular. He was getting to know this new environment, getting used to new surroundings and familiar people and loud noises and different smells.
Evan followed him round, hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Rowan was doing better than he expected. His boy wasn't screaming or having a meltdown from a sensory overload. He wasn't banging on the tables and chairs or fighting to get at the buffet table and he was being his version of sociable. He wasn't frowning and pushing Denny or Chris away which he sometimes did when he was tired or overwhelmed.
He seemed happy wandering around with his head nodding back and forth and his hands shaking at his sides in stims.
"Hi mister, what're you up to?" Bobby leaned his head to one side as he looked down at Rowan when the five year old paused in front of him.
His big wide eyes stared up at Bobby before he fell into a fit of giggles. He recognised him from seeing him at the hospital and again when Bobby had visited their home for the first time. He reached up and tugged on Bobby's hand, swinging it back and forth before he started to pull him down.
Bobby obliged and crouched down to be level with him, only to have Rowan's cheeky smile widen and his hands started grabbing at the cup in Bobby's free hand.
"Buddy, ask nicely."
He knew not to try and take what he wanted. His head turned to look up at Evan before he turned back towards Bobby and gently patted his wrist. Rowan's sign to imply that he himself wanted a drink.
"Come and show me what you want to drink then."
The Captain took Rowan's hand and they both headed towards the buffet table where there were at least four different bottles of pop and some jugs of juice set out. He knew Rowan could point and choose for himself, he just needed them to be poured for him.
Evan rolled his lips together and dragged his hand across his jaw, unable to hide his beaming smile as he watched his Captain take great care to try and understand his son. Bobby was nodding and humming along to the noises Rowan was making and when they reached the table, Bobby crouched down to Rowan's level and politely asked him to pick what he would like.
Everyone seemed to be understanding Rowan completely and they accepted every little whim and way he had.
The party was going better than expected.
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"Have you had enough, baby?" (Y/n) tilted her head to the left to where Rowan was sat beside her. He was close enough that his arm was resting on her thigh and their legs were touching, he didn't like to be far apart.
She gently stroked her fingers through his hair as he began humming and pushed his paper plate away, his signal that he was finished.
The boys had been sat very close to the buffet table in case they wanted seconds. They had been sat in a big circle on the grass to have their dinner while the rest of the 118 were in the chairs near the radio, finishing off their food. But Rowan wouldn't stray far from his parents when it was time to eat.
He wasn't much of a fussy eater, he would eat a lot of various things, but if Rowan was at a strange place, he was self-conscious. He didn't like people looking at him when he was eating and he could get overwhelmed when he heard other people eating and the different sounds they made.
And both parents wanted him close by just in case he tried to take something from someone else's plate. He didn't do that often but they didn't want him to start that habit today.
"Good boy," (Y/n) looped her arm around his shoulders so he could snuggle into her side. She was sat on the grass in between Evan's legs with her head resting on his thigh and his legs squeezing into her sides. And every now and then she felt his hand holding her shoulder or feathering up and down her neck as he peppered kisses to the top of her head.
She looked down at Rowan when he started to bash his palm against his mouth, making popping sounds like he was kissing his hand. When he started rocking back and forth, she uncurled her arm from him so he could move around without bashing into her.
(Y/n) looked to the right and she smiled when Chris plonked down on his knees next to her. He looked between her and Evan, clearly wanting to speak to them and be in their company for a while since everyone else was still either eating or chatting and listening to the music.
"I've been learning some new tricks." His wide grin made (Y/n) raise her brow and she tilted her head back to look up at Evan who hummed.
"Oh yeah, like what?" Evan rested his elbows on his knees and his hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders so he could lean over her. His lips pressed to the top of her head but his eyes were firmly focused on watching Chris.
They knew he was trying to learn some little magic tricks, he was venturing into lots of games and different tricks to amuse himself. He was much like Evan in the sense that he took up a lot of different activities and didn't like to stick to just one thing.
It was why they had so much fun when Chris came round and watched documentaries with Evan or when they all went to the zoo or the aquarium.
They listened eagerly as Chris explained what he was trying to do and showed them a trick.
"Pound?" Chris bit his lower lip and held his palm out towards Evan who huffed and rummaged around in his pocket.
"Is this payment, or are you showing us another trick?" He wasn't sure whether Chris was just being cheeky and asking for a coin because he had showed them a good trick. Or whether he needed one to try and perform another magic trick.
"Both."
Evan looked over at Eddie who was sat in the chair next to him. "You do realise I'm being swindled over here?"
Eddie shrugged. He had taught Chris well, it wasn't his fault if Evan always fell for it or always gave in because he was soft at heart.
He dropped a coin into the palm of Chris's hand before he curled his left arm around (Y/n)'s chest just beneath her neck and leaned to press a sloppy kiss to her cheek. He felt her hand curl around his arm and she leaned into his touch and peppered a few hollow kisses up his arm.
Her smile widened when Chris muttered a small "Okay," to himself and he shuffled closer until his knees nudged into (Y/n)'s leg. And he reached out to take (Y/n)'s free hand so he could use her hand as part of the trick.
(Y/n) leaned into Evan's touch and watched Chris intently, but she gasped and shot upright when Rowan suddenly grabbed her.
His hands scrunched up in her leggings and he made a deep whining sound as he scrambled to climb onto her lap. She pushed back into Evan and tried to part her legs so Rowan could sit between them but she couldn't help but groan when he continued to stand and clamber over her like she was a piece of furniture.
"Rowan," She groaned his name and tried to gently nudge him but her gasp turned into a cough when he stood up on her thighs and flopped into her chest, pushing her back into Evan.
"Rowan don't do that." Evan moved his arm that was around (Y/n)'s chest to nudge Rowan back but it didn't work.
The five year old started to make a low grumbling noise and the way he ground his jaw from side to side showed he wasn't happy. His nose crinkled and his lips jutted out before he reached his hand down and grabbed (Y/n)'s wrist, pulling her hand away from Chris.
When Evan noticed the movement, he sighed and bit his tongue to stop from rolling his eyes.
Rowan was getting possessive. He loved being around people, and he loved getting close to people and having their attention, but the same couldn't be said for his parents. He didn't like either (Y/n) or Evan interacting with other people, he thought they should be focused on him and only him.
Seeing (Y/n) playing with Chris made him upset, he wanted her attention, he didn't want her giving her attention to anyone else. They were his parents, not Chris's.
"Chris is doing magic, look." (Y/n) looped her left arm around Rowan's waist and tried to tug him to the side a little so he wasn't smothering her front. She kissed his cheek and let him lean into her chest while she sat back against Evan who kept an arm draped loosely over her shoulder.
She held her hand back out since she still had the coin burning into her palm and Chris tried to do the trick again, but Rowan wasn't impressed.
He pushed forward into (Y/n)'s chest and batted his hand out to whack her hand away from Chris.
"Ro, wanna come sit over here with me?" Eddie put his drink down on the grass beside his chair and reached his hands out in front of him. He wouldn't mind if Rowan wanted to come and sit with him, he would happily entertain him and play with him for a while.
But he wasn't interested. He let out another disgruntled whine, and before either parent could try and say anything, Rowan lurched his right arm out. He looped his arm around the back of (Y/n)'s neck and yanked her forward towards him with a bit too much force.
The movement shook (Y/n) off balance and she gasped when her forehead smashed into Rowan's.
"Fuck!"
A blinding pain shot through her temple and errupted behind her eyes that immediately began to water and pour tears down the bridge of her nose. She couldn't help the yelp she let out and her head flopped back onto Evan's thigh as she let go of Rowan to cradle her nose and temple. For a moment (Y/n) thought he'd given her a nosebleed, but she was relieved to see no blood coating her fingers or trickling down the back of her throat.
Leaning down, Evan cupped (Y/n)'s chin and tilted her head up in his direction and he gently moved her hands away so he could take a look. His fingers skimmed across her temple, wincing when she shivered and pulled back.
"You okay babe?"
"God, that hurt," (Y/n) groaned quietly but she didn't look up at Evan for long, her gaze switched back down to their boy.
He flopped down to sit between (Y/n)'s legs, hands cupping his neck and dragging his nails down his skin in long, deep scratches. Whines and deep cries rumbled past his lips and tears streaked down his face. He hadn't meant to pull (Y/n) harsh enough to headbutt her and it had clearly hurt him. He didn't have a high pain threshold.
"Come here, you're okay." Eddie hopped up from his chair and reached forward to scoop Rowan up and sit back down with him.
He perched the five year old on his knee and cocooned his arms around him, wiping away the tears. And he gently held Rowan's hand to stop him from scratching at his neck. He was rather surprised when Rowan leaned into him and pushed into his chest tight enough that Eddie had to take shallow breaths.
It had been a while since Eddie had patched Chris up after a fall or an accident and he smiled softly when Rowan burrowed into him rather than trying to scramble away.
"What were you doing, hm?"
"Getting possessive," Evan answered with a certain look and raised brows which caused Rowan to frown. He may not have understood the words, but he knew that look all too well. "He doesn't like our attention going to anyone else."
"So no more kids then?" Chimney spoke around the rim of his glass, his nose crinkling as he tried to dampen his smile a little.
He chuckled quietly at the sideways look he got from Evan and the way (Y/n)pushed out her lower lip to distort a smirk. They hadn't thought about that aspect. They were trying to focus on showing Rowan that it was okay for them to give attention to other people and other kids, that he wasn't missing out or being pushed aside.
He couldn't get this upset every time they tried to talk to people or be sociable, he had to learn that it was okay for their attention to be shared with other people.
Especially if, in the future, (Y/n) and Evan thought about having another baby. It wouldn't bode well if Rowan thought it was okay to be possessive over them and then he had to learn from an older age that he had to share them with a sibling.
"Show me again." (Y/n) whispered softly as she held her hand back out towards Chris and nodded for him to redo the trick he hadn't managed to finish with Rowan's little outburst.
She leaned her cheek against Evan's thigh and did her best to keep her eyes open despite the raging headache throbbing behind her eyes and nose. Both her and Evan kept darting their eyes over at Eddie, but he seemed happy as ever quietly chatting to Rowan who was no longer in fits of tears. The toddler was curled up into his chest, humming softly and holding Eddie's hand, letting out a little sniffle every now and then.
Just as Chris finished his magic trick, they all looked up when Denny jogged over to them with a wide grin.
"Mum said we can go in the pool, are you coming?" Denny hovered by the side of them, a hopeful look on his face that brightened as he looked between Chris and Rowan.
Evan was rather surprised Rowan hadn't made a beeline for the pool already, he was one for water, he was like a duck. He couldn't exactly swim but he would paddle and splash and he wasn't afraid to go further into the water at the local swimming pool as long as someone was alongside him. It was one of his preferred activities and something Evan and (Y/n) tried to do with him every week.
With a quick glance over at Eddie, Chris got up and whipped off his shirt which he tossed next to his dad's chair. And when Evan nodded, Eddie leaned forward and gently set Rowan down to his feet and motioned to his shirt.
"Are we off in the water?" When Eddie pointed to the paddling pool, a lovable, excited scream left Rowan's lips before he started patting his hand rather forcefully against his lips to stim. "Alright," Eddie grinned and helped him off with his shirt, he was wearing shorts so he would be fine in the water and (Y/n) had a bag with spare clothes for later.
(Y/n) patted Evan's thigh and tilted her head up to steal a quick kiss before she got up and hurried after Rowan. He needed to be supervised because too many people in a small paddling pool with him was a recipe for Rowan getting overwhelmed. He might try and push people out his way or lash out at them if they were overwhelming him or getting too close.
Once the other kids were in the pool, Rowan seemed to assess the paddling pool. (Y/n) wasn't sure what he was looking for or what he was thinking until he moved towards the left corner of the square pool, then she realised.
He wanted to sit on his own.
Rowan didn't want to be splashing about with everyone else because the pool wasn't big. It wasn't like the swimming pool where people could have their own space, this was a decent sized pool for a back garden, but with four other kids in there, Rowan clearly didn't want to be cramped.
He carefully climbed over the side and flopped into the water like a fish back in its habitat. He sat down with his legs crossed and the water settled just on top of his thighs. His arms threw out at his sides and he splashed his hands down in the water so that it prayed up around him and created bubbles between his fingers. The cold water didn't seem to shock or bother him, he didn't even shiver.
A cheeky smile lit up Rowan's face when Denny handed him one of the spades from the sandbox so he could splash properly and flick the water up.
He shovelled up the water and started to stim, flicking his wrist so the water sprinkled slowly over the edges of the shovel and rained down onto his legs.
"You ever take him to the pool?" Eddie's words caught Evan off guard and broke him out of his thoughts.
He tilted his head to the left, watching his friend as they both moved to sit down nearer to their boys in the pool. Evan smiled when he caught sight of (Y/n) knelt beside Rowan with her arms folded on the edge of the pool. She wasn't splashing or trying to gain his attention, she was just hanging back and seeing how he faired for a while.
Evan sat down with his elbows perched on his thighs and his hands clasped together on his lap while he nodded. "Yeah, yeah he loves going to the pool."
"Could… do you think he'd be happy if me and Chris could join? Chris gets nervous in the pool, I thought going with friends might make him a bit more confident." Eddie didn't want to impose or presume and he wouldn't want to suggest it if Rowan would get too overstimulated or panicked if others joined them in a routine he usually did with his parents.
But if he might be okay with it, Eddie hoped it might help Chris. He wasn't the best swimmer and he was nervous in the pool about people watching, and if his feet couldn't touch the floor, he wouldn't go any further.
Maybe if he went with a group, with Evan and (Y/n) and Rowan he might feel more at ease. And it could be fun to splash around and play in the pool with Rowan as well as try to swim.
"I think he'd enjoy that."
(Y/n) perched her chin on her arm and smiled softly at the boys as they splashed around. But when one of them began to flick and splash at the others and they all retaliated, she saw Rowan flinch. He twisted to the right and shuffled until his side was pressed into the rubbery plastic edge of the paddling pool, staying close to his mum and turning his back to the rest of them.
He continued to splash for a while, kicking his legs so his heels thrashed in the water and cold droplets continued to scatter across his skin.
He let out hums and little noises that sounded like he was singing while he tucked his chin down into his chest and stared down at the lapping water. He could still hear the music playing in the background, but (Y/n) knew he would be focusing on the closer surrounding sounds. The sounds of the boys laughing and screeching and continuously moving and kicking around the pool was going to be more loud and distracting for Rowan.
After about ten minutes, Rowan flopped his head onto (Y/n)'s arm. He stayed cuddled up in the corner, but he seemed relieved when some of the boys climbed out the pool and ran over to the drinks table.
His stimming continued and he started to curl his fingers and he dropped the spade in favour of slamming his palm down into the water and patting the bottom of the pool. He stayed content as (Y/n) kissed the top of his head and ran her hand up and down his back.
Things seemed to be going well until someone popped a balloon.
Loud noises frightened Rowan. Whenever a car or a motorbike drove past and the engine banged, he would shudder and jump a mile. Balloons bursting made a horrid echo and was as frightening to Rowan as a gunshot to everyone else.
"Boys, be careful please-"
As soon as another balloon popped, Rowan screeched. His eyes screwed shut, his jaw dropped like a silent scream, his version of another stim and he began violently rocking back and forth. His heels slammed down into the pool so tightly and roughly that it would undoubtedly bruise the back of his heels.
"Baby-" (Y/n) bit her lower lip when she tried to move her arms forward to try and hold Rowan, but he fought off her touch. His hands lifted up and planted down on either side of his neck and he began digging his short nails into his skin. He dragged them down hard and fast, raking his fingers up and down until blood welled beneath his fingernails and deep scratches welled up on his skin.
His scream pierced through her ears and when she held his wrists to try and pull his hands away. She didn't want him to have a full meltdown here, not when he'd been having such a good day so far and enjoying himself.
"Baby come on, it's okay, you're okay."
She couldn't pull his hands away for more than two seconds before he was crying and moving his hands back to scratching his neck. So (Y/n) settled for slipping her hands beneath his arms to lift him up out of the pool. His elbows thrashed into her shoulders and chest and when his knee collided with her stomach, (Y/n) choked on the little air left in her lungs.
She managed to get Rowan out of the pool and got him sat down on the grass beside her.
He couldn't keep having a meltdown out here, (Y/n) had to get him inside so he was somewhere quieter, safer and secluded so no one could see. It wasn't fair for everyone to see him like this and it was Denny's party. But (Y/n) could already hear the music had been turned off and everyone was as quiet as a mouse. No one moved closer and all the boys took a few steps back, wanting to help but not knowing how.
None of the team had witnessed Rowan having a meltdown, they had only seen him a handful of times and were still getting to know him.
"Okay buddy, come here."
(Y/n) looked up when Evan was suddenly knelt in front of them, speaking a bit louder to be heard over Rowan's cries. He had taken one of the vacant towels from a nearby chair and when (Y/n) managed to pull Rowan's hands from his neck, Evan swooped in with the towel. He wrapped it around Rowan's shoulders and high up on his neck to prevent him from being able to scratch and draw anymore blood.
As soon as it was around him, Evan swooped him up in his arms and got to his feet. He shivered at feeling his boy scream into his neck and he could feel his legs bashing and kicking into his abdomen to try and get free, but he tried to ignore the feeling.
(Y/n) watched Evan hurry ahead towards the kitchen and she paused in her tracks of following him to look at Karen.
"I- I'm sorry, the balloons-"
"Don't be sorry, he's not done anything wrong."
"You can turn the music back on and carry on, don't let this spoil their fun. Once he's calmed down he'll be fine." It wouldn't be fair on Denny and the boys if they kept the music off and effectively stopped the party. They were all having fun and the party wasn't over yet, they could go back to their games.
This was something that happened for Rowan, he would get frightened or overwhelmed or too stimulated and he would have a meltdown. He would scream or cry or sometimes he just went mute and lashed out of they tried to interact with him. But it was becoming more and more frequent that he would hurt himself, whether that was scratching his skin or slamming his hands on the walls. It was his way of a release.
She made her way into the kitchen to find Evan sat on the floor, cross-legged with his back up against a cupboard and Rowan in his arms. The five year old was leant back into his chest, hands clearly stimming beneath the towel and his body violently rocking back and forth as he switched from screaming to crying instead.
"Alright, it's alright Ro, you're okay." Evan repeated the little mantra a few times as (Y/n) moved to sit down beside him on the floor.
They knew they couldn't overwhelm him with words and too much conversation. They couldn't bombard him and ask what was wrong or tell him what to do or say too many different things because it would just confuse and overwhelm him. The same few things were all he needed to calm him down. He needed reassurance and understanding.
When the shaking started to subside, (Y/n) leaned across and very slowly ran her fingers through Rowan's damp curls, brushing them back on his head so they were out of his face.
She paused and leaned back, unsure what Rowan was about to do when he suddenly writhed in Evan's arms and flung off the towel that was seemingly too constricting for him. But she breathed in relief when Rowan scuttled onto her lap instead.
He stood between her legs with his damp chest pushing forward on hers and he instantly looped his arms tightly around her neck. His cheek leaned on her shoulder and he began panting rather than crying, clearly having exhausted himself.
His eyes locked with Evan while he moved back and forth against (Y/n)'s chest, stimming and rocking in her arms to try and stay calm. But Evan was relieved when Rowan didn't cry or try to push him away when he cupped the back of Rowan's head and leaned over to kiss his temple.
"You're okay, buddy."
He was steadily calming down, and he would be a lot happier when they got back home in his comfort zone where he could relax with both parents.
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g-xix · 7 months
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🔞AMP EATING OUT HC'S
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What the AMP boys are like giving head Feat: Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent00, JiDion, Fanum
Duke Dennis -This mf is so fuckin hot it's crazyy -Presses a myriad of kisses all over your inner thigh, even leaves a hickey there just so that only he can see it, cuz he's a possessive mf -Even starts with pressing a kiss on your core, wetting his lips which he j licks off before getting in there -And he's like, 6'2 so i know DAMN WELL he's got some sexy long fingers that he's gonna be scissoring in your pussy whilst he wraps his lips 'round your clit n sucks on that -Double stimulation of your g-spot and clit has you cumming haaard -And I j get the feeling that Duke's the type that's gonna ask whether you wanna do another round after that- maybe with his cock in your hole instead, this time
Kai Cenat -I just don't think he's much of a giver 💀 -I feel like he'd rather use fingers than go down on a girlie and eat it up -Atl he's... tried before? -Sorry but I just can't imagine he'd be good at it 😭 Like he'd be narrating to himself what he's doing just to like... Affirm to himself that he's doing it right -But this is the type of guy to get the left flap confused with the clitoris -Wondering why you're not moaning or really saying nothing... Eventually just had to say "You know what, maybe this isn't for you" -sorry to the Kai girlies but I just don't think Kai's got the good head game in him 😞
Fanum -This mf loves eating, and eating you out is no exception ong fr 🙏 -I feel like he'd be so easily turned on an picks up on signals sooo easy, so best believe that after a whole night out of teasing he wouldn't be playing around -Soon as you two get a moment alone he's not even wasting a second of time to take of your clothes or nun -Pulls up your skirt, pushes your panties to the side - the one time you wore a pair of tights he ripped through them like nothing, making you gasp and hiss his name - he just hushed you with promises of ill buy you a new pair don't you worry sweetheart- -And he's a messy mf when he's going down -Lapping that shit up like a DAWG, has you cursing n squeezing his head HARD between your thighs -Honestly it's crazy how good this guy is at giving head and he's a cocky bastard because he knows it too
JiDion -I think his song Thick Chicks affirms what typ'a girl he's into -And facesitting, he's a big fan of that -He likes a girlie sitting on his face, grinding down and riding his tongue -Clamps his arms around your thighs to your your pussy flush against his mouth 
Agent -Sooo this guy could not SHUT UP about eating ass, and squid pussy during that AMP x Beta Squad vid -And I think his enthusiasm has me convinced that he is genuinely into all that... not eating squid pussy, eating ass i mean -Has you on all fours, hand pressing your upper back down so that your face and tiddies are pressed into the bed, ass arched on up  -He's got one hand 'round your thigh, rubbing up n down, occasionally his thumb curling over and pressing to your clit, drawing circles on your clit and making you arch back into his touch -and he's going between licking your pussy and eating you out there, and spreading your cheeks n eating ass -I feel like he'd have experience too, yk, like he'd be good as hell with his tongue
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blackelysian · 7 months
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Duke Dennis as Himself x Black! Fem! Reader!
Word Count: 648
Warnings: NO MINORS!, Female masturbation, oral sex
Summary: Duke had been on the game with his friends for too long you come up with an idea to get his attention.
Taglist: @catxo @livebythelovediebythelove @flydotty @novaniskye
Call of Duty showed on the screen as your boyfriend Duke sat on the couch playing with his headset on. You laid back on the other side of the sectional aimlessly scrolling through your phone. Duke had been on the game for well over an hour and you were starting to get bored. 
“Baby can you get off now?” you ask, annoyingly. 
“Hold on hold on after this game mama” He replies, completely locked in. You roll your eyes at him. He said that shit 10 games ago. 
“Duuuke come on I’m tired of watching you play this shit let's cuddle and watch a movie or something” You whine. 
“This nigga just fuckin sniped me” He says into the headset, not even listening to what you said. You smack your teeth and roll your eyes at him again. 
“Oh shit what you say baby?” He asks you, sliding his headset off slightly turning your way.
You groan and stand up making your way into the bedroom and plopping yourself down on the bed. You reach over into your nightstand drawer and pull out your vibrator. A smile grows on your face instantly getting an idea. You get up and make your way into the living room. Duke is still locked into the game.. Of course. Not for long. You thought. You make your way over to the couch, reaching under Duke’s favorite shirt he loved to see you in and gently slide your panties down. Making sure to bend over enough for you enough womanhood to be exposed. Duke looks over at you just as you find a seat on the couch only catching a glimpse of your exposed parts. He looks back to the screen and continues playing. You get comfortable as you lay back on the couch, spreading your legs wide. You click on the vibrator as the sound makes Duke flick his eyes back to you. You gently place the vibrator on your clit, jolting slightly from the sensation. You let out a soft moan as you begin to draw circles on your clit. “Ohh shit” You say, your head falling back against the pillows.
“Shit” Duke groans lowly, trying to focus on you and the game at the same time as you start to pick up speed. Your juices begin to run down your ass creating a huge wet spot on the couch. The sounds of your soaking wet womanhood and sweet moans echoed through the living room. You continue to drag the toy up and down your slit. “Damn baby” He says, lustfully. Duke was rock hard right now.
“Nah she w-was blocking the tv” He stutters in the headset, trying to downplay what was really going on.
“Duuuke” You cry out, moaning his name. He instantly unplugs the headset and sets the controller down. “Wait baby, don't cum yet. Lemme taste it” He says hungrily, getting down on his knees. He moves your hand out of the way, latching his lips onto your clit. “Ohh fuck” You moan, grabbing the back of his head. He sucked on your clit, shaking his head from side to side. “Sexy ass was teasing me. Why didn’t you just tell daddy you wanted some attention?” He says looking into your eyes as he goes back to devouring you. His hands find the back of your thighs pushing your legs wider, his tongue finding your entrance drawing circles around it. Your mouth fell wide when you felt his slide his tongue inside of you, fucking you with it. 
“Ohhh, i’m gonna–” Your orgasm ripped through you leaving you shaky and weak. He continues to place open mouth kisses up and down your slit as you try to calm down. You lay there now ready to take a little nap until he's done. He stands up unbuckling his belt. “Get up baby you gotta finish what you started”...
For all my Duke Dennis lovers!
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hansensgirl · 9 months
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summary. | Your boyfriend’s dad isn’t too fond of saying goodbye.
prompts. | Lloyd Hansen + Boyfriend’s Dad + “I think I like you better when you’re gagged and crying on my dick.” + Creampie, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!boyfriend’s dad!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, age gap, cheating, smut, Daddy kink, degradation, praise, dirty talk, mentions of gagging, dacryphilia, rough sex, creampie, boyfriend’s dad, threats, manipulation, mild choking (not really?), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.
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Lloyd keeps you bent over the kitchen counter, split on his dick as he pumps in and out of you. You came over to break things off with him, unable to carry the weight of the guilt. You couldn’t believe you were having an affair with your boyfriend’s dad.
The thought made your skin crawl, even though your time spent with Lloyd was never wasted. He treated you better than his son did overall, but there were moments—flashes, really—when a far more sinister version of him would come out. Possessive and jealous, rougher than usual and passive-aggressive.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take Daddy’s cock like a good little fucktoy,” he groans, landing a smack on your ass. Lloyd watches in glee as the flesh ripples under his strength, just like how it does when he thrusts into your cunt powerfully.
Your moans are pathetic—pornographic. They’re music to Lloyd’s ears when he isn’t stuck on a call with Denny or his ex-wife. You mewl his name and title, clenching around his cock.
“See? Isn’t it so much better when I treat you like the whore you are?” Lloyd sneers, balls slapping against your swollen clit. You don’t respond to him, and so he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you up.
Your back has a mean arch to it as Lloyd brings you close enough for his mouth to be right next to your ear. Tears streak down your face from both the pleasure and overwhelming fear and anger. 
“Isn’t it?” he repeats, punctuating his words with sharp shoves from his hips. Lloyd’s cock is so deep inside you it’s almost dizzying. You can barely breathe, especially when the hand around your neck moves to grip your chin. He’s always pushed your body to its limit. “Y– Yes, Daddy!” you cry out.
Lloyd growls in satisfaction. The sound of skin slapping on skin and your shared satisfactory sounds fill the room, and you’re glad that your boyfriend is away on a trip with his friends. 
The thought of him fills you with such sadness, such ire. You find a bit of fight within you and reach up to where Lloyd’s hand keeps your head in place.
“L– Lloyd, stop–” you choke out, and he groans in annoyance. “Quit fighting me, princess,” the older man demands, and you shake your head as best as possible. He snarls. “You know,” he begins, and you can tell he’s about to say something mean. He hits that sweet spot inside you, and you go dumb, eyes rolling back into your skull as you melt. “I think I like you better when you’re gagged and crying on my dick. You’re so much sweeter that way.”
His words make you recall all those times he has shoved your panties or his fingers into your mouth while he’s fucked you into oblivion. You clench around Lloyd, and he curses loudly. 
“Fuck—you gonna come for Daddy, baby? Hm? You gonna soak my cock like a good slut?” he questions, licking the sweat and tears that drip down your neck. The act is filthy and hot, and it’s enough to send you towards your climax.
You squeeze your eyes shut when the band inside you snaps, pussy squeezing your boyfriend’s dad tightly. “Shit, yeah, that’s it. Good girl,” Lloyd husks in your ear, moaning as you cream around his cock.
Your whimpers are loud, and your limbs tremble from the pleasure. Lloyd fucks you through your orgasm and even past it—overstimulating you until you’re crying once again. He chases after his own release. 
“Fuck, I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my cum,” he grunts, looking down to see where you two are connected. His cock shines with your wetness, and his movements become sloppy, yet he still keeps a fast pace as he uses your cunt. “S’gonna leak outta you, and I’ll just have to fuck it back in.”
You moan at his filthy words as Lloyd comes undone, shoving deep inside of you as his hips come to a slow. His balls clench, and he growls your name, slumping a bit over you.
You can feel his seed filling you up—each rope coating your inner walls in his cum. Just as Lloyd said, it leaks past his dick and drips down to his balls. He gives a few shallow thrusts, making your knees buckle.
“You’re never leaving me, baby,” he pants in your ear. “And even if you did, I’ll always find you.”
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mvltisstuff · 9 months
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santa baby - e.b **
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summary: christmas eve shenanigans by the tree
evan buckley x reader
smut!!
things sped up very quickly after athena’s christmas eve party. eventually, the candles burnt out and denny, along with other children, had to be tucked into bed before santa came tumbling on their roofs.
the innocence of the night was wearing off as buck stared at y/n in her tight red dress with the straight neckline. her arms were perfectly strung by her sides with the champagne glass in her hand. her rounded breasts were contoured by the golden lighting in athena’s room, and buck wanted to slap himself.
he hated feeling so turned on in the middle of a celebration for the holidays, but he couldn’t help but feel himself pushing against the fabric of his pants. the tingling sense in his stomach only grew when he saw y/n push her hair behind her shoulder, showing her sexy collarbones on which her long, gold necklace dangled over.
eddie’s sly comments were just faint sounds in bucks ear, teasing him for practically eye-fucking his girl from across the room. so, they were the next to leave.
buck had to stop himself from dragging her over the gearshift of his jeep and pulling her onto his lap. he wanted to feel the way her dress bunched up on her waist and then slowly peel it off her body as she begging for more.
“buck, slow down,” y/n asked, a slight chuckle in her voice looking at bucks white knuckles on the wheel. “it’s all fun and games until you get a ticket.”
“just wait til you see what im gonna do to you when we’re home. you’re gonna want me going faster.”
“oh.” y/n mumbled, shuffling in her seat, feeling the warmth in her lower stomach grow. she honestly thought buck was having a normal night, but she also knew what she was doing when she pulled that dress out of her closet. she slid her control center up on her phone, quickly turning on do not disturb for the night ahead of her.
he pulled frantically into the parking garage, running to her side of the door and grabbing her hand to pull her in.
“jesus, buck slow down!” she laughed. “you’re gonna rip my arm out of the socket.” she shut the door behind her quietly, noticing how late it was and not wanting to disturb anyone.
the moment she spun around, his hands were back on her sides, floating down her back and pushing his fingers into her ass. his lips were onto hers like a magnet, his soft kiss leaving stars in her mind. she could only faintly smell the whiskey on his lips, the one he sipped at while his dick was begging to be touched by her. he allowed her to fall into him, her hands touching the sides of his face and the back of his neck. he moved his legs quickly, pulling them into the living room. he sat her on the couch before sneakily scurrying away.
“what-“ she didn’t even have time to ask before he came back downstairs, his arms flooding with every pillow in the house. he slammed them onto the floor, right in front of the tree. “you do know we have a couch, right?”
“what’s the fun in that? c’mon,” he leans into her ear, his arms wrapping around her hips. “don’t lie and say you’ve never wanted me to fuck you under this tree?”
her mouth went slightly agape, shocked at his eagerness to please and the fantasies speeding through his head. “show me you’re not all talk then.”
he scooped her up, bending his knees to the ground and laying her on the pillows. he unstrapped her heels, throwing them across the room as she lay back against the cool, silky pillows. one of the straps of her dress was already sinking down her shoulder, practically begging buck to kiss all over her already. y/n propped herself up on her elbows, tugging at his shirt as he kissed her aggressively.
she felt his thick arms under the shirt, getting wetter just thinking about his muscles on top of her. buck placed his hands over y/n’s, leading them to the bottom of his shirt where she pulled it up, revealing his sexy figure and where his confidence rose. she just undid a few of the buttons on his pants before he couldn’t handle the wait. he stripped down completely, leaving his naked body to her view only.
it felt unfair for just him to be completely on display, and he only wanted to see her beautiful body in front of him. he started inching the dress up, leaning his body down to her thighs. he planted sweet kisses on her inner thighs, sucking and nipping at the skin. he eventually got to the point where the dress was on the floor, discarded somewhere with their other garments.
his large hands ran over her body, cupping her boobs and squeezing them lightly, in the most teasing way. he always knew how to get her where he wanted her, and he knew she was ready for him now. “shit.”
he placed a hand on her lower back, leaning her up to unhook her bra with one hand. he tossed it behind his head, earning a gentle giggle from y/n. he looked back rapidly, staring at her hardened nipples and bending down to connect his mouth.
his fingers were pinching and circling her left while his tongue worked on the right, getting the perfect amount of stimulation to get y/n all worked up. he loved to see the blush on her face, seeing her get all flustered and horny from his kisses. he sucked all around the skin on her tits, leaving small marks over her.
once he saw that she was fully content, he pecked a bit on her stomach, moving back to her inner thighs, just getting closer to her center. his fingers wrapped around the edge of her thong, pulling it down to fully reveal her wet pussy, the one that belonged to him.
“you’re actually the hottest person i’ve ever seen,” he said, connecting his eyes with her own as she smiled down at him. “just wanna taste you.”
his hands were placed on her knees, spreading her legs as far as they would go and settling himself in between. his fingers ran up her smoothly, the way they always do but make her feel ecstatic. he got his first moan as he circled his wet fingers around her clit, letting his fingers warm her up before his mouth was on her.
he licked and kissed at her lips as if they were just like her face, guiding the almost whimsical noises to leave her mouth. his arm was hooked under her thigh, his hand just by the top of her pubic bone. he lifted her up slightly to connect his lips to her clit, starting to suck again.
y/n’s hands reached down, lightly tugging at bucks growing hair in between her legs. she adored the way his hands were resting on her body as he ate her out and how lovingly he did it. he hit every spot that she needed to get off as she grinded on his tongue as it circled around her pussy.
as he kept licking at her favorite places, she came with a firework that left stars in her eyes and her chest heavy. her lungs filled with air, trying to catch up to the pleasurable feeling in her groin.
“buck!” y/n moans out. “god, buck i’m gonna cum.”
“cum for me, baby.” his deep voice vibrates against her cunt, instantly sparking up her entire body and leaving shocks throughout it. she clenched around nothing but the feeling of bucks mouth working her through her orgasm, her wetness being already around by his tongue.
when he finally released his hold on her legs and removed his mouth from her sensitive clit, buck pushed himself up onto his knees.
he connected his lips with hers once again, y/n now able to taste her sweet pussy on his lips. the way he treated her taste like an expensive wine just made it even better as he pushed his lips harder against hers. his tongue forced itself into her mouth, rocking against her own in a perfect rhythm. he used her mouth like he was starving, and he couldn’t help himself. the mix of her juices and her chapstick was the ultimate turn on, just making his dick grow harder.
“god, i wanna fuck you so bad.” buck groans, dragging his lips down her neck and sucking harshly on the skin.
“please fuck me already. i wanna feel you inside of me.” y/n begged, and buck could hear it in her voice how badly she wanted him.
y/n reached down, stroking bucks dick and pumping it a few times before leading it down to her pussy.
he ran his dick through her folds, collecting the mix of juices from her pussy and his own spit. the noises that she made as he grinded himself against here were heavenly, sounds that could turn him on faster than anything. the feeling of bucks body on top of her was unreal, almost like a dream. she reached up to grip his muscles as his hands moves down her waist.
he finally slid himself into her vagina, allowing himself to feel her tightness around his dick. he moaned out loudly, as if it were the first time he was ever in her. “holy shit, baby.” buck reached up through the pillows, taking y/n’s hands off her face. “don’t cover that pretty face.”
“you feel so fucking good.”
buck intwined his fingers with hers, bending her arms and pulling her hands up to the side of her head. he, in the most romantic way possible, rubbed her hands with his thumbs as he fucked her at the perfect place, hitting the amazing spots in her to make her moan out in pleasure.
he thrusted in her so hard, making her back arch off the pillows and making it difficult for her lungs to fill with air. the familiar sense started to creep up on her again, the bubble inside her threatening to burst.
“im so close, y/n, god,” buck groans out, not breaking the speed or rhythm of his thrusts. the only noises in the room were the wet sound of buck inside her and their practically synchronized moans of pleasure.
“you’re gonna make me cum, buck.”
“cum with me, baby, i got you.” buck continued to force himself into her, just the way she loves. he saw the way her face scrunched up and how her mouth dropped open with her blushed cheeks. the look in her eyes signaled how close she was, knowing they’d come together soon.
both of their legs shook as he came inside of her, spilling into her tight pussy. his thrusts slowed down, seeing his cum cover his dick and make a mess of her cunt. he leaned forward, shamelessly moaning into y/n’s ear as they both rode out their orgasms, using the other to their advantage.
“you’re so beautiful.” buck looks to the side, his nose lightly touching the side of y/n’s face before she tilts it.
“says you,” y/n winks, moaning again as buck pushes his fingers inside of her, attempting to clean the mess of juices and cum that they left. he pulls his hand up, letting y/n suck them and taste themselves mixed together.
buck rolls fully on his back, dragging y/n on top of him as she straddles him. “i love you so much.”
“i love you too, honey,” buck replies, kissing her lips again. “merry christmas, sexy.”
y/n laughs, gazing down at him and his goofy grin. “merry christmas, buck.”
“wait til you see what i got us for christmas.”
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lanadelnegan · 1 year
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Cardiac Arrest
Denny Duquette x Female Reader
Summary: Your favorite patient Denny gets special treatment.
Warnings: no sadness, just smut. denny being denny, flirting, handjob, p in v, breeding, riding denny in his hospital bed
Note: I am going through an extremely obsessive denny phase right now. I'm sad and horny - send help.
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"There's my favorite doctor." Denny grins as you enter his room. You smirk at him before routinely shutting the blinds, leaving the view of only the small rectangular window on the door for other's to see inside.
"I'd say you're my favorite patient, but that would be very unprofessional." You scan over his chart as his eyes burn into you, making your cheeks blush.
"Well, we can't have that.. Can't risk you getting fired and never seeing my pretty face again." He grins from ear to ear as you roll your eyes playfully, setting the clipboard down and sauntering over to his bedside. His hand reaches out lazily and you take it in yours without hesitation.
"Do you play scrabble with your other patients?" He asks.
"No... can't say I have."
"Held hands romantically with any other patients?"
You smile, dropping your gaze down to your fingers intertwined with his. "Who says this is romantic?"
"Me." Denny chuckles, bringing your hand to his chest and holding it there with his. Your own heart flutters at the small gesture as you feel his weak heart beating beneath his chest. You wish so badly that you could just snap your fingers and make him okay.
"Kissed any other patients?"
Your brows scrunch at him. "I've never kissed you, Denny." Your eyes drop to his mouth for a slight second before trailing back up to his chocolate eyes.
"Do you want to?" His voice turns low and raspy during this question, making your cheeks burn and your heart pound.
"Denny, I - I can't. I don't kiss my patients." You whisper, glancing at the door behind you.
Seriousness replaces the playfulness in his features as he speaks even lower. "Not even your favorite ones?"
His thumb rubs your hand gently as he looks up at you. You let your gaze drop to his mouth again, admiring his full pink lips and imagining what they would feel like against yours.
"Y/n..." He whispers softly.
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Before he can finish, you bring your hand up to rest against his stubble covered cheek and lean down to press your lips to his.
You kiss him slowly, bringing his puffy bottom lip between yours and sucking it gently, savoring the taste of him. His hands reach up, one cupping your cheek while the other gently pushes on the back of your lower neck, urging your closer and deepening the kiss. Both of your mouths part before your tongues explore each other's mouths and you can't help when a soft moan escapes your throat.
After what feels like an eternity of kissing, you finally rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes.
"You're going to get through this. You have to. For me. For us.. Promise me, Denny."
"I promise." He whispers.
You kiss him again, harder this time, letting your hand trail down from his neck to his stomach. You grip his gown, frustrated that it's in your way.
The door creaks open quickly, making you jerk away from Denny and lock eyes with Dr. Burke.
Burke clears his throat, standing by the door with a face full of disappointment. "Y/n, I'm gonna do you a huge favor and pretend I didn't just see you kissing our patient."
"Easyyy, doc." Denny intervenes. "Dr. y/l/n here was just saving my life. It's called mouth to mouth." He winks at you, his signature grin spreading across his handsome face as you bite back your smile.
"Y/n, your shift was over 40 minutes ago. Why don't you call it a day?" Burke says, ignoring Denny.
"I'm, um. I'm gonna stay here tonight, make sure he's okay." It's not a lie.. Denny had surgery the day before, and you've been checking on him more frequently the past 24 hours.
"That's what we have night staff for. Go. Home." Burke demands and Denny nods his head at you, silently telling you it's okay.
"Fine." You look down at Denny, telling him goodbye with your eyes since you're unable to say goodbye with your lips.
You stand next to Burke on your way out. "If anything happens, I wanted to be notified immediately." You warn.
Midnight:
You lay wide awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling and all you can think about is Denny. Your heart hurts knowing he's there alone. No family, no friends.
What if he's bored?
What if he misses you?
What if.. what if something bad happens and you're not there?
"Fuck this." You jump out of bed, changing back into some clean scrubs and throwing your hair up in a ponytail.
You sneak through the hallway, careful not to wake your roommates as you leave.
When you finally arrive at the hospital, you choose the side entrance, scanning your badge and confidently walking in. You avoid eye contact as you walk past the nurses station and into Denny's room.
By some miracle, you made it without anyone questioning you, so you quietly shut the door behind you as you enter the room.
Denny sleeps soundly as you make your way over to his bedside. The only lights in the room are the ones coming from his machines since the blinds are still closed from earlier.
You pull a chair up next to him, carefully letting the bed side railing down to allow you to lean in closer next to him. You rest your head on his stomach, holding him in your arms.
Surprisingly he doesn't move, so you lay there enjoying the moment, feeling his chest rise slowly as he breathes until something twitches beneath his blanket directly in front of your face.
His body feels hot, so you lift your head off of him, leaning back up and pulling his blanket from his waist.
Your mouth drops open slightly at the outline of his fully erect cock. You can tell its long and thick and you can't tear your eyes away, imagining what it looks like beneath his gown.
"Like what you see?" Denny says sleepily, making you snap your eyes towards his and blush that you just got caught staring.
"Uh, I - I didn't see anything."
He chuckles. "But you want to."
His knees suddenly lift slightly until his feet are resting flat against the bed, blocking the view from the door window to his mid section.
"Denny.." You warn hesitantly, knowing this is wrong.
"If you don't wanna see it, now is the time to look away." He gives you one warning before moving his gown over his cock, revealing himself completely. You can't take your eyes off it, even if you wanted to.
Your mouth drops slightly open as you watch his hand wrap around it and stroke slowly up and down. "Y/n.." He moans your name softly as he watches you watch him.
"Denny, we can't.. we can't do this here."
"Then leave, baby. Cause I need to cum. Been stuck in this damn hospital for too long."
He continues stroking himself, tightening his jaw as his head leans back into his pillow.
Your cunt aches between your legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself and you bite down on your bottom lip hard as you give in, reaching for his dick and replacing his hand with yours. You squeeze him lightly before sliding your hand up and down his thick length.
"Denny.." You whisper as you watch the precum leak from his tip. "I need you.."
"Baby, trust me.. If I were anywhere but this damn bed, I would bend you over and give you the fuckin' of a lifetime."
A shadow skims across the room as you notice someone walk by the door. You take the extra sheet at the end of his bed, and shove it in the crack of the door, letting it hang over the window.
"Is that even allowed?" Denny asks.
"No... but neither is this..." You say as you slip your pants and underwear down your leg.
"Y/n.. baby. I don't want you gettin' in trouble cause of me."
"I don't even care anymore, Denny. I need you."
You climb over him, settling your knees on each side of him until your exposed center is hovering directly above his dick.
"Tryna send me into cardiac arrest?" He smirks up at you, gliding his hands up the sides of our legs and to your hips.
"Good thing there's a doctor here." You lean down, kissing him as you bring the blanket with you, trying to cover as much of yourself as possible - not that it matters, because if anyone walked in right now, you'd be fucked. And not in the way you're trying to be.
You kiss each other desperately as soft moans fill the dark room. He reaches for his cock, lining himself up to your entrance and you immediately slide down completely on him, taking every inch while still kissing him hard. He groans into your mouth as his hands simultaneously squeeze your ass and you ride him slow and gently, not wanting to put too much pressure on him.
"Fuck. You can go faster, baby. My heart might be weak but my dick isn't." He grins as you go slightly faster and grind into him just right, making his tip press into your g-spot over and over.
You study his face as you ride him, noticing the way his eyelids get heavy when he's turned on and how his pretty lips part slightly.
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"You feel so damn good, y/n." He breathes out. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this."
"Probably just as many as I have" You whisper, your breathing unsteady like his.
He brings his hand around again, finding your clit and rubbing it like a pro, making you cry out until his lips crash against yours to suppress your sounds.
His finger, cock, and raspy voice work in unison to send you over the edge and you cum embarrassingly hard, feeling warm liquid rush out of you.
The sounds of the monitors connected to him beep faster as his breathing grows more rapid.
"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." He whines out, giving you a chance to get off of him, but you refuse, keeping yourself in place so his load shoots deep inside of you.
He tenses beneath you, holding your hips down and pressing you completely against him as he comes undone, pushing his head further back into pillow.
A soft moan escapes his lips each time his dick twitches inside of you and it makes your pussy flutter, squeezing your muscles around him tightly.
He attempts to control his breathing as the monitor beeps at full speed. "I fuckin' love you."
You can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you kiss him again. "I love you, Denny. Now calm down, before you overdo it."
"Yes ma'am."
You carefully climb off of him and slip your pants back on while noticing the wet spot on the sheets below him.
"Sorry.." You blush as he notices the spot too. "Let me grab you some new sheets and I'll get them changed for you."
He grabs your wrist, pulling you back in the bed. "Don't.. you dare."
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luckieduckiie · 2 months
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I just loveeee duke lord he’s so fine 😭 Could you do one of him breaking his celibacy for you bc yall are dating and he’s in loveeee
yes of course *duke voice*
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you couldnt help but smile as you watched duke and davo argue as he tried to get him to leave.
“nigga you get a lady and act like a nigga like me aint ya day one boy ill tell ya.” davo said standing hands on his hips.
“nigga shut yo punk ass up.” duke said opening the door.
“oh so you kicking me out, nigga you aint worth a damn” the darker man said shaking his head as he walked out of the door.
“you know you aint have to do him like that now.” you said a small smile on your face as the handsome chocolate man walked towards you.
“yes like hell i did.” he laughs standing mere inches in front of you reaching a large hand out grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss.
“i guess.” you mumble between kisses.
“ i need to shower though love bug.” you say as he finally pulls aways.
“you mean we need to shower.” he corrects as you hop down from the stool and walk towards the bedroom.
“oh you gone get in with me mr dennis?” you tease going through the bedroom.
“yes lawd.” he says hot on your heels.
you giggle as he closes the bathroom door behind him hurriedly pulling off his shirt.
“you better not pee on me.” you say turning on the shower, voice serious before bursting out into laughter.
“man what the fuck dont be weird. im a grown ass man fuck i look like pissing in the shower.” he says.
“oh shut up.” you say taking your top and bra off all at once.
a smile finds your lips as you see duke standing there staring.
“you like what you see?” you say walking up to him pressing your naked body against his. instinctively his lips goes between his lips as he nods wrapping his arms around you.
“im knowing.” you giggle pulling away and stepping into the shower letting the warm water cascade down you body and just when you thought the feeling couldn’t get any better you feel dukes large body press up against yours.
“let me wash you baby, you can relax.” he says grabbing the body wash. you are happy to take him up on his offer and you stand there as he lathers the soap between his hands and then onto your body.
he starts with your back, massaging your shoulders then going to your waist.
you moan at the feeling letting your muscles relax and leaning back into his body.
“thats it love let, me take take care of you.” his murmurs softly in your ear.
you close your eyes as his hands wrap around your waist and begins to lather up your stomach. its intimacy like this that kept your hormones at bay.
you went into this relationship knowing that duke was celibate and that wasnt a problem with you seeing as you didnt have a particularly high drive anyways. well then you didnt but now was totally different, all it took from him was a look a slight grab even some words he spoke sent shockwaves straight to your core.
his hands grazing your nipples bought you back to reality.
“fuck” you mumbles as he began to massage your breast.
the motion wasnt new to you as he always did it but something about it was different, it felt more sensual than usual, and then you noticed the feeling on your lower back.
your eyes shot open and you tried your best not to tense up but its like he sense it as his hands stopped the motion.
“im sorry baby, got a mind of his own.” he says a light chuckle.
“oh no, dont be sorry love its ok.” you soothe “glad to know im not the only one feeling needy.” you say the last part slipping out of your mouth before you realized it.
he’s quiet for a moment “baby i always feel it but now i need it.”
his words catch you by surprise, “ you need it?” you say turning around to finally face him, hoping for clarification.
“i love you and im ready to give you all of me.” he says a certain tone of seriousness in his voice.
“all of you?” you repeat.
“all of me.”
his words set you on fire and you slammed your lips into his. you moan into his mouth as he wraps around you and pushed your back against the cold tile of the shower, his hips rutting against you.
a moan escaped your lips as his fingers went down and began to rub between your folds, your wetness turning them slick in seconds.
“ you wet as fuck for me baby, you been wanting this huh.” he quizzes lips momentarily pulling away from yours.
“yes, fuck ive wanted this for so long.” you mewl your hand now the one in motion. you wrapped your hand around his length, the sheer girth sending what felt like electricity to your core. he began to rock his hips into you letting a slew of deep groans slip past his and your lips.
“fuck.” he says speed increasing and his kisses becoming progressively more sloppy. you begin to move your hands with his strokes. you can feel him twitch before he abruptly stops.
you yelped as he wordlessly turned you around and now your breast are what is rubbing against the cool wall.
you feel his leaking tip rub between your ass before you feel him squat a little and then he is sliding into your aching entrance.
“ah.” you moan as he stretches and fills you to the brim.
“fuckkk.” he groans halting inside of you. “this pussy too tight baby.”
youre too drunk on lust to respond you just let out a mewl as he begins to slowly thrust into you. you can feel every vein on his dick as he almost entirely pulls out of you and then slowly pushes back in.
duke bites his lips as he plunges back into the wetness of your pussy. he wanted to go slow and savor every second and inch of this but he knew he wouldnt last a minute if he kept that pace up, so he started to slam into you wrapping his hand around your chin and pulling it back causing you to arch deeper.
you cry out in ecstasy at the feeling, all the months of yearning and craving him- this was making you feel more connected than ever with him.
your own hands goes down and rubs your swollen clit and within seconds your gushing all over his length.
“fu-“ he moans pulling out of you and you feel his warm seed splash on you back.
your at a high you never felt before and all you can do is smile before his baritone voice interrupts you, “and no that wasnt no piss.”
you cant help but burst out laughing and hope that this was the idiot you got to spend the rest of your life with.
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watsittoyah · 1 year
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Along Came A Spider…2099
Warnings-Sexual content, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink and slight blood play. Some obsessive behavior..
(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)
Chapter 4- Just To Put My Mind At Ease..
You stifle a yawn as you gather Mr. Stark’s paperwork. He had a meeting call in Aruba and you were triple checking to make sure he had everything he needed.
“Hey Tom-Tom.” You freeze for only a second after hearing that annoying voice. “Maybe if I just keep walking he will go away.” You whisper as you hear him following you.
“Tom-Tom. I know you heard me.” You hear Tony call after you and you rush into Mr. Stark’s office.
“Here you go Mr. Stark. I have your paperwork, some notes, and I have all of your calls pushed back for the next two hours.” He nods and sits at his desk. You stand there for a bit and he clears his throat. “You may go.”
You internally groan because you know Tony was waiting for you outside the door. You drag your feet a bit and check your watch.
It was time for your lunch which means-
You open the door and your heels were clicking across the floor. “Hey T-” You Stop him. “Sorry Tony but I have a lunch date with my boyfriend.” You make sure he heard you when you said boyfriend and he nods slowly. But a smile spreads across his face.
“Well when you want a husband, please don’t hesitate to ask.” You fight the urge to grimace. “Later Tony.” You walk over to Gregory and he tips his hat at you. “Hello Miss Valentine. Your friend is waiting for you.” You nod. “Thank you. I’ll be back after my lunch.” You head out of the building and you see Miguel leaning against his car.
He looks over at you and you feel weak in the knees. How is it that you two have been dating for over the past two months and this man still has you in awe.
“Hola señorita Valentine. How do you feel about Thai cuisine?” He asks as he opens the passenger door for you. “That sounds absolutely amazing. There’s this spot I’ve been wanting to try, Erica said that Dennis brought her there last month and she said the food was delicious.”
“Are you talking about Thai Town?” You gasp because that means only one thing. “Baby did you get reservations there?” He nods and gives me a great big smile. “I did.” You squeal and pull his face close to yours.
You give him several kisses as he starts the car and he smiles against your lips. “Amor, we can sit here and I can let you kiss me but we might be late to lunch.” You move back and you sit on your hands.
“I’m just so excited.” You smile from ear to ear and he holds your hand. As he drives he tells you about his latest discovery.
“…and we’re doing testing on gene splicing. So far we have succeeded on making a mouse cross breed with a snake.”
“That’s interesting, but it’s also concerning. Are you going to start testing on humans?” Miguel shrugs. “I’m not sure yet, I was thinking that if I do then it’ll be harmless.”
“As long as you don’t go testing it on yourself.” Miguel was quiet for a moment and you were going to address it but he had arrived at the restaurant. As he parks the car you go to speak but he opens the door and he quickly walks over to your side and he opens the door. You step out and take the offered hand he had for you.
“Ready?” He asks. “Always when I’m with you.” As you two enter the building you see Miguel looking at his smart watch. You don’t know what’s on the screen but he curses under his breathe.
“Amor, please wait inside for me. I just have to grab something from the car.” Before you could protest he leaves you there.
Instead of waiting outside you go into the building and walk over to the hostess. “Table for two. It might be under O’Hara.” She checks and nods. “Your table will be ready shortly Mrs. O’Hara.”
You go to correct her but you stop yourself. Would it be a bad thing if she thinks you’re his wife?
You wait patiently for the table and for Miguel when you get a tap on the shoulder. When you turn you see a strikingly beautiful woman standing there with the brightest blue eyes you ever did see.
“Hello.” She greets. “Um, hi.” You say as you go to turn away from the woman. “I noticed that you came here with Miguel.” You turn back around because how did this woman know your boyfriend?
“You know him?” She nods. “Why yes. Miguel and I have quite the past. I’m surprised he hasn’t told you about me. But where are my manners. My name is Dana D’Angelo.”
She gives you a bright smile and you feel sick to the pit of your stomach. Of course this demi-goddess would be his ex. She was beautiful, long legged and she had pretty teeth. You wanted to knock them clean down her throat.
Miguel enters the restaurant and he walks completely past Dana, ignoring her all together, which makes your chest swell with joy.
“Sorry about that, amor.” He whispers as he kisses your temple. “Hello Miguel.” Dana says behind him. He rolls his eyes and then turns to her.
“Dana, long time no see. How have you been?” He asks. “I’ve been well. Tyler and I just got back from Miami. How about you? I see you have a cute little girlfriend.”
Who is this bitch calling little?
“Actually, this is my amazing girlfriend. And I won’t have you disrespect her in any shape or form. Now you have a nice day, I am going spoil her my girlfriend and make sure she has a wonderful time.” As Miguel leads you away, you look back at her with a smirk on your face.
“I didn’t know you use to date models.” You tease him. But he shrugs. “Well I’ve made some upgrades. I date goddesses now.” You hide the smile playing across your lips and the hostess motions for the two of you to come with her so you two can be seated.
As you two are seated by the window you look around in awe. The decor was beautiful. “I know I shouldn’t gawk but I love the colors. Maybe I can convince Erica to remodel the kitchen.” Miguel reaches across the table and he holds your hand.
“If she says no then, how about you come over to my place and redecorate it?” Your eyes light up. “I can? Miguel, baby that would be great.” You lean over the table to kiss your hazel eyed beauty, when all of a sudden he gets up and he grabs you with such precision and skill, it scared you.
He leaps in the air and that’s when a car goes crashing into the window. Miguel holds you close to his large frame and he does a spin as you two land in the chaos.
As everyone screams and runs out of the restaurant, you hear Miguel groan in pain. “Miguel? Miguel where are you hurt?” You ask as you get up and look him over.
He was holding his side and when you reach, you draw your hand back and there was blood. “Come out, come out, where ever you are….” Someone taunts. You turn slightly to see a large black alien like creature. It throws its head back and let’s put a carnivorous cry.
“You have to go, amor.” Miguel says as he sits up. “I’m not leaving you, come on.” You try to help him but Miguel was too huge. “Tommie, I’ll be right behind you, now go!” He snaps at you. You look him in the face and you get up. You hear Miguel behind you as you run out of the restaurant.
The alien creature crouches down as you make it outside and he seems to be sniffing the air. You turn to tell Miguel to start the car but you see he isn’t there. “M-”
You continue to run but something screams for you to duck down. You do just in time to see a large pole barely miss your skull. You go to run again but something grabs your arm. You cry out in pain as the grip tightens.
“No matter what timeline he is in I’ll always sniff him out and find him. And his scent just so happens to be all over you.” The alien creature had yanked you up in the air causing your arm to yank out of the socket. You let out a scream and it laughs.
“Such a pretty thing, we like you. Venom likes you.” Venom flicks out its tongue and licks your cheek. You feel as if your arm is about to be ripped out as you try to see where is Miguel.
“Tasty…” It’s jaws opens wide and you scream bloody murder as it goes to eat you. Just then, you get yanked out away from this creature. You were pressed against someone and you hold them tight. They bring you away from the alien and land on their feet.
“Are you okay?” He asks. You finally look up and you see a masked man. You’ve only heard about him in the news. But to see him in person? Now that was something else. You nod at him but jump when you hear the alien coming.
“I need to go fix this. Please get somewhere safe.” You grab Spider-Man by the arm. “Please, my boyfriend he’s missing and…and-” He gently removes your hand from him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he comes home to you. Now please go, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He strokes your cheek and he turns. When he leaves, you stare after him and you hope he doesn’t get hurt. “Be careful Spider-Man…”
•••
For obvious reasons you had the rest of the day off. You had came back from the hospital after getting your arm checked out. It was sore but it wasn’t broken. They had gave you some painkillers and sent you on your way.
You were in the bathroom, sitting in the tub, scrubbing Miguel’s blood off of your hands when you hear your roommate knocking. “T? Tommie, I got your text. Are you okay?” She asks behind the door. “Yeah.” You lie as you watch the clear water turn crimson.
You had left multiple messages and voicemails to Miguel and yet he hasn’t answered. You played over a million and one different scenarios in your head of what could’ve happed to your boyfriend and all of them were terrible.
“Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.” You chant as you let the water down the drain. You wrap yourself in a towel and ignore your reflection in the mirror. Once you’re dried off you leave the bathroom and go straight to your room, ignoring Erica.
You close the door and let the towel drop to the floor. You grab a pair of boxer shorts and you grab one of Miguel’s T shirts he had left behind. You pull that on and you inhale it as you lay in the center of your bed.
A small scratch to your door makes you sit up. You get out of bed and open the door to see Milo. You scoop him up and close the door back. He purrs and grabs your fingers so you can pet him.
“Do you think he’s okay? I mean Miguel has to be, he is a big guy. Yeah he has to be okay.” You say as you sit on your bed.
You bite your bottom lip to keep from crying but it’s too late, the tears just come. “You know I think the sad part is that I’m relying on a costumed stranger to bring Miguel back to me. It’s sad but I have hope. All I have is hope.”
Milo leaps out of your arms and claws at your door. You feel sad because now even the kitten wants to leave you. You open the door for him to leave and go to close it.
“Amor?” You hear his voice and you look up to see those eyes. “Mig-” You cut your own self off and throw your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you as well and he walks you back into your room, kicking the door closed.
“I thought-”
“I know, I’m sorry. We got separated and I couldn’t find you. But I’m here.” You feel the water works coming down again. “I was scared. I was scared and I thought the worse for you. I thought I was going to get a call that you were-” Miguel stops you. “I am okay, amor. I am back with you. I’m home.” He looks down at you and he wipes the tears from your eyes.
“Are you staying over?” You ask, holding onto him tighter. “Yes, I’m staying over. Now come get into bed. Have you eaten?”
You shake your head as he leads you to the bed. “I can cook you something.” He offers. “I’m not hungry right now.” You can tell he wants to say something but he just takes off his pants and shoes, then gets in the bed with you.
He pulls you on top of him and you lay your head on his chest. “Tell me about your day.” Miguel says as he plays in your curls. You shrug.
“Well other than thinking the worse for my boyfriend, my day was decent. Mr Stark is thinking about doing a business deal with an overseas partner. His son, Tony, he keeps showing up at the office and I know it’s so he can ask me out. And I keep telling him I have a boyfriend.”
“Should I pop up there one day?” Miguel asks. “No, Tony is harmless. I can handle him. Oh I should probably thank Spider-Man. He made sure you came back to me.” Miguel’s body seems to relax as he kisses your head.
“Really? So you got to meet the guy in tights?” You nod. “Yep, he was pretty cool. I wonder if he has a girlfriend.” Miguel flips you off of him and pins you down, causing you to giggle.
“Ahora lo vas a conseguir, mi amor.” He tickles you and you yelp out in laugher. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You laugh out. “You better be.” Miguel then pins your hands above your head with one hand and with the other he cups your chin and kisses you. “Mmm, I don’t like sharing. So you’re all mine.” He says as he pulls at your lip.
“I’m all yours.” You moan out. You then feel his bulge on top of you. He leans back a bit and looks at you. “I should get up.” He says as he grinds his bulge against you. You wrap your legs around him and nod. “You should, you should get up.”
“And I shouldn’t do this.” He positions his dick against the now wet spot of your boxer shorts and he rubs it deep, getting a lustful eye roll. “No, you shouldn’t do that.” You open your legs wider and move your hips, to get more friction.
“And I shouldn’t be doing this either.” He releases your hands and he lifts your shirt, letting your perky breasts get some air. He flicks his tongue across your right nipple and pinches the other.
You feel yourself squirming under him and you want him to lick every inch of your body.
“Don’t stop doing that.” You whimper as he sucks your left breast and massages the right. “Mi dulce novia, such a sweet sweet girl you are.” He kisses each breast and he sits up. “Stay still.” He tells you as he moves down the bed.
You watch him as he yanks your boxer shorts off and he rubs your lips together. Your spread your legs wide for him and he looks at what’s between your thighs. “God your scent is so intoxicating, mi amor.” He takes the tip of his tongue and he traces your inner lips.
You know he said stay still but you buck your hips a little so his face was deeper between your thighs. “Mmm, don’t do that again.” He grips your thighs and dips his tongue inside of you deeper.
“I…I can’t help it.” You moan out as you watch him. “Yes you can. Be a good girl for me and take it.” Miguel lets your thighs go and he massages your breasts as he continues to licks and sucks your center.
Your head falls back as you let out a silent cry. He licks you deeper and lets his fangs graze over your sensitive lips. “Don’t stop, just please don’t stop.” You moan as you grip the sheets. “Mmm, I won’t.” Miguel twirls his tongue around your clit and he gives a slow and hard suck.
That causes a hum in your lower stomach. You sit up and you groan for him to do that again. He looks up at you and holds your hips now. He sucks and shakes his head at the same time causing you to whimper and groan. You tell him how good it feels, you moan out how you want him to keep going till you make a mess of his beautiful face.
He obeys and he sloppily sucks and licks your clit. It jumps and you can’t help but buck your hips as he’s trying to hold you still. “Mmm not yet.” He moans against your lips. You don’t listen, you grab his hair and you start to fuck his mouth.
You don’t even care about the consequences, you just want to come. He sucks and groans as you whine that you’re coming. Your legs jerk and shake as you come hard against his mouth. When you finish climaxing you let Miguel go and he looks at you. His chin was wet and he had drool and cum on his lips.
Instantly you were throbbing. God this man was turning you into a nymphomaniac. “You want more, don’t you?” Miguel asks as he gets up off of his knees. You nod and lean forward to reach for him but he yanks you back and shakes his head.
“On no, no, no. Only good girls get to have a taste. I told you not yet and yet…you took it upon yourself to come all over my face and make this mess. Now what should I do with you?” He says as he leans his lips close to you.
“Whatever you want.” You say with a smile. He nods slowly. “Whatever I want? I want to fuck that smile off of your pretty face. Giro de vuelta, Tommie. Put your head on the pillow and keep this ass up.” You turn and as he pushes your head down, he props your ass up and he spanks it.
You let out a moan and he yanks your head back. “You said whatever I want to do right? Well I’m going to pound this pretty pussy into the mattress and come deep. And after I come deep I’m going to fuck that come deeper inside of you. Now if this gets too much, you know the safe word right?” You try to nod but can’t. “Usa tus palabras, princesa.” He says in your ear. “Spider, the safe word is spid-” He moves your head back down onto the pillow and you hear him yank his boxers down and he slides in deep. Not letting you get adjusted to his size.
You bite the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Next time, fuck. Next time you’ll listen. Right Tommie?” He pounds into you quickly and you moan out something that sounds like a yes. But you were fuck drunk right now.
“You like being my good princesa. Don’t you?” He goes faster and you arch your back as he palms you open and goes deeper. God this man was going to split you open, but you didn’t care. You liked this. No you loved this. You loved how Miguel could make passionate love to you one second and then fuck you senseless the next.
“I do…I do.” You manage to moan out. He pounds you harder, causing his weight to fall on you. Your legs give out and you just take being fucked into the mattress. “Oh god, you feel so good. This pussy was made for me. God put you on this earth for me.” Miguel moans in your ear as he grips you. Again you were going to come. You feel yourself clench around him and he makes your entire bed shake.
Everyone in the building could probably hear you. But did you care? Fuck no.
You let out a moan but Miguel covers your mouth and grunts. You feel him fill your guts with his seed and you bite down on his hand from pleasure. He stills and you both were breathing hard. “Don’t think I’m done, I said I was going to fuck the cum deeper inside of you.” Miguel says as he kisses and bites at your neck.
••••
It was around 4am when you crawl out of bed. Miguel was sleeping peacefully and you had to get something to drink. You grab two water bottles from the fridge and decide on a small snack. Miguel did take a lot out of you.
You smile to yourself as you grab some grapes from the fridge. As you wash them off you notice something red under your nails. You look at them and that’s when you remember. Miguel was hurt. You had his blood on your hands. You put the grapes back in the fridge and you start back to your bedroom. As you go to open the door you hear Miguel’s voice. But it sounds like he’s talking to someone.
“…she’s safe and that’s all that matters…look Lyla I need you to make sure that the door stays closed for as long as possible. I can’t have her getting hurt because of me.”
Who is he talking to? Who’s Lyla?
You try to listen in again but whoever he was talking to must be speaking because you couldn’t hear a thing.
Your shoulder hits the door and you hear Miguel go silent. “Amor?” He calls out to you. You pretend that you were sleepy and you open the door. “Sorry if I woke you. I was just getting some water.” He gives you a smile. “It’s fine, come back to bed.”
You crawl back in beside him and you wrap your arms around him, just to check something. “Miguel, how are you feeling?” You ask. “I’m feeling great because I have you in my arms, mi corazón.” He kisses your temple and you both settle in the bed.
You give a gentle squeeze and watch his reaction. When he doesn’t react you frown. You know that Miguel was hurt at the restaurant. You have his dried blood under your fingernails to prove it. So how is it that he is fine? And what was he talking about before you had entered the room?
It was time to do a personal investigation on your boyfriend because somethings just wasn’t adding up to you.
••••
You had came up with a plan to check on Miguel but you needed some help. You and Erica were in the living room as she was finishing up with your goddess braids. “Last one.” She says as she combs out your long curl and gets the braid started.
“Erica we’re good friends right?” You ask as she raises her brow at you. “Girl now you know we are. Why else would I be braiding your wide head for free?” You roll your eyes at her comment and mutter that your head is normal size.
“Anyways, I was asking because there’s something about Miguel that just isn’t adding up.” She pauses after you says that. “Saint Miguel? The Miguel that had been over here every night keeping you company? Girl what’s up?” She keeps braiding and you sigh.
“He has secrets, and I just…I want to know. So I was thinking maybe we can…spyonhim.” You say in a rushed tone.
“Let me get this straight, you want to spy on your boyfriend to see what he’s hiding?” You nod and she hums.
“Let me finish this braid and then we can get ready.” You were shocked. “Wait, it’s just that easy?”
“Yeah, T it is. After I’m done I’m gonna get some wigs and I’ll do our make up. Can’t have your man out here catching us.” You go to hug her but she pops you in the forehead. “Sit your wide head back down, before this braid comes out crooked.”
•••
You two were downtown and you had spotted Miguel coming out of a book store. “Should we go see what he was looking at?” You whisper to Erica. “No, we already know. He was looking at some books, now come on before we lose him.” You two get up and keep a far distance from him.
Even though you two were far back, you still felt nervous. What if he caught you two following him? Sure Erica had a red wig on and you had on a blonde one. And yes your makeup was done in a way where he couldn’t recognize you two.
But still, there was just something about you that would sure enough make Miguel see and pick you out of the crowd.
Miguel was just now walking into a building that looked like a college. You both follow inside and you see him getting on an elevator. “Erica come on!” You take off running which you instantly regret because he had held the door open for you.
“No, no, I can wait.” You say in a fake accent. “Miss it’s no problem. There’s plenty of room.” Miguel tells you. You get on but keep your back to him and you keep your shades on.
“Nice weather today.” He comments. “Mhm.” You say as you press the button to open the door. “You know miss, pressing that button isn’t going to get you to your destination any faster. And if I seem like bad company, I’m truly sorry.”
You stop pressing the button and sigh. “I just have an important engagement to get to. And…you seem like a nice man. I’m sure your girlfriend or boyfriend is lucky.” You say to test him.
“Actually I’m the lucky one. I get to wake up everyday knowing that my girlfriend makes my day. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and if she will have me then I hope to make her my wife one day.”
The guilt hits you like a freight train and the elevator dings on the floor you wanted to fake get off on. “I’m sure you’ll make a great husband then.” You say over your shoulder.
“Oh and amor?” You turn out of reflex and hum. “Ye-shit.” He laughs and he plucks your shades off. “How did you know it was me?” You ask as you look at your feet.
“Amor, I have been on top of you, under you. And engulfed in your scent. Did you think you could just disguise yourself and I wouldn’t know? Besides your hips they settle in a way that only you can do when you stand.”
You look up at Miguel and frown. “What if I were just a random lady? You mean you would’ve looked still?” Miguel smiles at your pout and pressed the elevator button so it closes. “I only looked for a second, amor.”
“A second? Seems too quick to me. I feel as if you’d stare for much longer than that.” He shakes his head and he lifts your chin. “A second is all I need. Then again when it comes to you, I’d need a lifetime.”
“You’re not getting off the hook for the staring.” You say trying to stay mad. “I wouldn’t dream of you not punishing me. But before you unleashed your fury, how about I show you around my office. And be sure to tell Erica that you’ll be with me for a while.”
“How do you know Erica is with me?” You ask meekly. “Princesa, who else would join you in your crazy schemes?”
He does have a point.
“I’ll just send her a text.” You say as you pull out your phone.
When you two leave the elevator you feel like a kid in a candy story. All lab coats around working on robotic equations. You even see a lab assistant working on a mechanical leg.
“This way, Tommie.” Miguel leads you down the hall and you stop, pressing your face against the glass. “What is that?” You ask in awe. “That, is just a secret project that the higher ups are working on. If you can keep from running and looking like a gawking teen maybe I can show you.” You whip your head back. “Please!” He laughs and gently pulls you away from the glass.
He brings you to a common area and you stop because there was a white board with an equation on it. “That’s all wron-I mean it’s nothing.”
“What’s wrong, amor?” You eye the white board and he looks in that direction. “I don’t want to step on any toes but the equation is wrong. Can I?”
“Be my guest.” You walk over to the board and wipe off just the ending. “This? This right here it’s says it needs a 45 degree angle but it really needs a 37. And the volt level is off, that much voltage could kill a five ton elephant. And, yes. Give me a second.” You bite your bottom lip as you correct the equation and stand back.
“Perfect.” Miguel says behind you. “Isn’t it? I don’t know who wrote the equation but now it’s perfect. I remember when I was little my parents would sneak me into the lab with them and let me play with some of the equipment. My mother would test me on theories while my father would let me help him build this special battery. It was suppose to be a form of energy. Clean energy that would only need dirt to make it work. I would laugh because how is it clean if you need dirt? Am I right?” You turn to Miguel and he was just standing there admiring you.
“I’m talking too much, sorry.” He shakes his head. “No, Tommie. I love hearing you talk. The light in your eyes always shine brightest when you talk about your passion and your parents.” You smile and put the marker down. “My parents are the reason I think this stuff is fun. They made it fun for me…you know my dad met my mother by becoming her assistant?”
“Really?”
“Yes, he said he saw her at a summer program back in high school and he just had to know her. God it’s funny. He said he almost made the lab blow up because he wrote down the wrong equation. They made a deal, he would build and she would make sure the other work would be perfect. They…they would’ve loved you. You know. Because you are a man of science.” You close your eyes trying to keep the tears away and Miguel pulls you in. “Well I love what they left behind.”
You look up at Miguel and just stare.
Did he just admit that he loves you? There’s nothing wrong with that, but are you ready to admit that you love him too?
“You know, they have an excellent program for tech engineering. I could put in a word for you.” He says interrupting your thoughts. “Really! I mean, no, no that’s fine. You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. Besides, I can keep an eye on you instead of that Tony Stark.” You scoff as he opens his office door for you. “Careful Mr O’Hara, you’re starting to sound jealous there.” He closes the door behind him and he holds you from behind.
“I told you I don’t like to share. The thought of that idiot near you…” He gives a heavy sigh. “You don’t have to worry about him. I am yours. I promise.” You turn in his arms and he twirls a strand of the wig.
“Blonde doesn’t suit me.” You comment. “I think anything you have on your body suits you. Especially me.” He wraps his arms around you and his hands spreads across your hips and ass.
“Miguel, you didn’t just bring me to your office so we could possibly have sex on your desk, did you?”
“De qué estás hablando? I brought you up here to show you something special.” He says as he squeezes your ass. “Miguel…I know that look in your eye.”
“What look, amor? I always look at you like this.” You place your hand on his chest. “Miguel, you are going to get us in trouble.” You smirk at him as he lifts you up.
“No we won’t, amor. I know what I’m doing. I’m showing you my work.” He places you on his desk and he lifts up a big manila envelope. You reach for it but he brings it out of your reach. “First things first, dame un beso.” You grab Miguel by his tie and yank him close.
“A kiss is all you want for me to look at your work?” He nods and you pull him in. “Well I better make this kiss worth it then.” You kiss him deeply and he places the envelope down and holds your body close.
You two finally break the kiss and his eyes were red. “You know, if you worked here as well, we could do this all the time. Maybe you can become my assistant.” He says as his ruby eyes searches yours.
“Well I have a policy, Mr O’Hara. I keep my business life professional. So in other words, I don’t have sex with my bosses.” You say as you look at him through your lashes.
“That’s a good policy, but maybe for me you can make an exception.” You shake your head. “No, no, sir. I can’t break my policy. What would your colleagues think?”
“I don’t care what they think, I want to see your legs in the air while I savor what’s between these delicious thighs.” Miguel leans forward which makes you lean back. “That’s not very professional. But I can see the allure in that.”
“Oh you do?”
“Yes I do. Maybe…I can make an exception. But only a small one.” You say as you gently push him back. You get off of his desk and he watches you.
“I like your desk, it’s quite spacious.” You say as you pull the chair back. “It is spacious, imagine you were under there having the time of your life. No one would ever know except the two of us.”
“Let’s test it out then.” You get on your knees and crawl under his desk. Miguel gets a big grin on his face as he unzips his pants and pulls them down to his ankles.
As he sits down you look up at him from under the desk and you stroke him with both hands. “That’s it, that’s a good girl.” Miguel moans out as you lean forward and suck just the head. You stroke him faster and just when you’re about to suck him deeper his door opens.
Miguel straitens and he glances down at you. “Amor, please.” He mouths. “Mr. O’Hara are you busy?” You hear a voice and instead of stopping you keep going.
Miguel clears his throat and shakes his head. “I have t…time.” You twirl your tongue across the head and it turns you on knowing Miguel has to show restraint while you suck him off.
“Good, I wanted to talk to you about our project. I took it up with the president of the company and he said that….”
You watch Miguel’s eyes roll back as you suck under the head. You can tell he would want nothing more than for his co worker to leave the room. So you have fun with this.
“….Mr O’Hara are you listening?” He grunts out a yes as you attempt to deep throat him. “Are you sure? I can come back later.”
“Y..yes come back later.” You hear their footsteps leave the room and the door shuts behind them. Miguel moves back and he gives you a cold glare. “Did that turn you on, amor? Knowing someone was in the room while you suck…suck me off?” You go to answer but he pushes your head back down.
“Oh no, don’t stop now. Keep going.” You open your throat and gag a bit causing him to moan. “Suck just like how you were sucking when my colleague was in the room. Fuck this mouth might get me fired.” Your eyes start to water but you take him deeper and he lets out a whimper. He places both his hand on the back of your head and starts to fuck your throat.
“Cariño, no pares. Por favor, no te detengas.” He begs as his head lolls back. You feel his pre in the back of your throat and you manage to suck down to the base.
He start moaning and stuttering in Spanish. You have no clue what he’s saying this time but you know he is in utter bliss. He lets you go and you still for a moment as he comes down your throat. You swallow all of it and when you slide him out of your mouth you were smiling.
“Come here.” He helps you off of your knees and he goes to kiss you but his door opens again.
“Oh I’m so sorry!”
“You will knock next time!” Miguel snaps at him without breaking eye contact with you. You wipe the corners of your mouth and touch his face, causing his body to relax. “It’s okay. I was just leaving. I’ll see you after work.” You stand up and Miguel would do the same if his pants weren’t at his ankles.
“You don’t have to. You can stay.” Miguel begs. “Oh no, it’s looks like you have a lot of paperwork. Besides, when you get home I’ll be sure to have dinner for you….and dessert.” You wink at him and he glares at his colleague. “What did you forget now?” He asks with annoyance in his voice.
You leave his work place and meet up with Erica in the lobby. “What happened?” She asks as you two leave outside. “He knew it was me, but I still didn’t get anything.” Erica snaps her fingers.
“I can call my cousin. You know the detective.” You hesitate. “I don’t know.” She stops you. “Girl I’ll have him do just a background check on him. Nothing crazy. It’ll put your mind at ease.” You let out a deep breathe and look up where Miguel’s office would be. You see him staring down at you and you nod. “Just to put my mind at ease.”
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Fuck It Friday!
Sharing a little bit of my Bucktommy spinoff of my Bathena Ranch AU, featuring baby Alfie. This wip and Alfie in particular have been my guilty pleasure over the past couple of months and I'm so happy that I've finally had some beans to write them.
Buck hurries over to his son. “What’s wrong, is he okay?” he asks, holding his arms out. Eddie surrenders the baby to his father, looking a little regretful as he passes a hand through Alfie’s soft curls. “He’s fine, just getting tired.” Eddie tickles Alfie’s cheek and the baby gives another hiccup, his lip trembling. “Too much socialising for you, huh bud! I won’t take it personally.” Buck smiles softly at his best friend’s tenderness towards his son – ever since Alfie’s birth, Eddie had been by his and Tommy’s side, helping them with cooking and cleaning, and even taking Alfie for talks around the block when Buck and Tommy were in desperate need of a nap. Alfie whimpers again before his face splits into a huge yawn. “Ohhhh, yeah, that’s a sleepy baby if I ever saw one.” Tommy smiles as he walks up behind his husband, wrapping his arms around Buck’s waist. He presses a feather-light kiss to Buck’s neck and gazes adoringly at his son over Buck’s shoulder. “Want me to take him?” “Nah, it’s okay. I’ve got it.” Buck gently bounces Alfie as he makes his way back to his chair beside Bobby. The fire captain gives Buck a fond look and stretches out a hand to gently brush against the back of Alfie’s onesie, before returning to his conversation with Karen. The volume levels are still quite loud, aided by Jee, Christopher and Denny’s animated conversation about which Disney film is the best. Jee seems firmly stuck on Moana and will not accept Christopher and Denny’s suggestion of Mulan. Alfie can’t seem to settle, wriggling in Buck’s arms until he lets out a frustrated cry. “Shhh sweetheart, it’s okay,” Buck soothes, adjusting Alfie so he’s lying on Buck’s shoulder. “Daddy’s here.”
Bonus: Tommy introducing Alfie to the horses & tags under the cut
The horses trot towards Tommy as he runs his hand along the fence of their paddock, hopeful he’ll slip them an apple slice or some sugar cubes. Clover tosses her mane, the long silky strands flowing behind her like finely spun gold. Ranger – Bobby’s grey gelding – snorts and paws at the ground, nudging Tommy’s arm with his blunt nose. Tommy chuckles and rubs Ranger’s nose, enjoying the velvety feeling beneath his fingers. “Hey boy,” he says as he scratches along Ranger’s jaw. Clover seems content to let him get all the attention, nosing instead at the small bundle strapped to Tommy’s front. She huffs out a breath of air and gives Tommy an almost quizzical look. Tommy smiles. “That’s right, you haven’t met this little guy yet, have you?” He opens the wrap, revealing the top of Alfie’s head which he supports with his hand. Alfie’s mouth hangs wide open as he sleeps and there’s a patch of drool on Tommy’s shirt. “This is my little boy, Alfie. He's only a couple of weeks old, but he's the most precious thing in my life, aside from Evan.” The horses toss their heads at the small, weird looking thing in Tommy’s arms, but Clover takes a step forward and nudges him with her nose, gentler than she would do to Tommy. Alfie stirs in Tommy’s arms but doesn’t wake.  “I never thought I'd have a son, so this is kind of surreal to me you know?” Tommy continues. “He's so small and precious, and he relies on me or Evan for everything and it's nice? To be needed?” Tommy finds that he doesn’t struggle to say this to the horses. He’s been thinking it for weeks, how he never thought he’d find a man who would love him enough to want to start a family with him, and he never dreamed he’d have a baby as perfect as his son. He’s biased, of course, but every word he says to the horses is founded in truth. It all still feels like a dream to him. Tommy clears his throat, pushing aside the emotion threatening to well up.  “Anyways, this is him, you can sniff his head if you like.” He moves closer and Ranger snuffles at Alfie’s head. The fine hairs on Alfie’s head swirl as Ranger breathes out. “He smells really good, which apparently is common for newborns,” Tommy continues with a grin. He scratches behind Ranger’s ears before letting out a long sigh. “I should probably take him back inside or Evan will worry. He's a little clingy of Alfie right now, but don't tell him I said that.” He gives Ranger one last pat and rubs Clover’s nose fondly before turning around and making his way back to the house.
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itskybabes-blog · 2 months
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Duke Dennis Drabble
Duke Dennis x fem!reader (no face claim but poc!reader friendly)
Part two: The Confession
Disclaimer: this is written by a dyslexic person – please forgive any grammar and spelling errors
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TW: swearing, drinking and using derogatory language
Plot: After your big night at an AMP pool part (that you probs won’t remember tomorrow), you finally let your lil’ secret slip.
Word count: 672
ICYMI: part one
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“What the fuck am I doing?” You slurred back in confusion. “What the fuck are you doing?”
You rise up from the bed and try to point your finger at him, but stumble forward because you was unaware of your own strength. Duke has to catch you before your pearly whites were scattered all over his floor.
“See, man,” Duke whines with you in his arms, “this is what I’m talking about”.
You move out his arms and squint your eyes at him, trying to focus on all three of him at once.
“Y/N, you can’t stand up straight. You got yourself stupid drunk and started twerking on everyone. Your nipple was fucking hanging out like you’s some fucking whore or sum,” Duke rants.
“Whore?!” – you sober up real quick – “You’re calling me a whore?” you exclaim back, shoving finger quotation marks in his face.
“Meanwhile, you’re here, throwing this stupid party full of thirsty clout-chasing bimbos who only wanna suck your dick, get your Ps and cut! Fucking lodging your tongue down some random girl’s face – you’d be lucky to not have herpes, right now!” You lay into him, using whatever left over competence you have. Dutch courage is certainly real.
“Whore?” You said again, this time with a soft chuckle - which we all know is not good. Duke knows you found nothing funny but couldn’t care because “you’re a fucking embarrassment!”
“Oh my fucking gosh, more fucking names,” you said with a dramatic sigh. You begin to pace around: “What else am I? A slut? A bitch? What else am I, Duke? Tell me!”
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You end up in a couple centimetres away from Duke with a face full of fire and push him weakly (pathetically) away from her. His look of disgust softens – maybe he was being a little harsh.
So, he takes the punk move: “You know what, I don’t care. This is not even worth it, man. Fucking drunk!”
That one snapped a heartstring. Duke’s back faces you as he had his hand on the knob.
“You don’t care? You never cared about me, did you?” You come back at him.
“What?” He looked back, utterly confused you’d ever say that.
“You never fucking cared. I’m meant to be someone special to you – your best friend – and you only ever want me around when you don’t have a fuck buddy around. When you need a girl to make you look good when your hotline hoe ain’t picking up,” you start to spew some of your deep feelings.
Duke lets go of the handle and leans against the door. “Y/N, I-“
“You don’t fucking care about me. I fucking hop on a 2-hour flight weekly to see your ass and look all pretty for your stream. Then, you kick me out to entertain a next bitch, passing me off to the rest of the bros like I’m some community hoe. You never fucking cared about me. You never fucking did. You-“
“Are you jealous?” Duke saunters back to you, grinning. His diamond grill playing tricks with your hooded eyes.
“Huh? Where you get that from?” You feel your cheeks burn, turning your head to the side.
“As a friend, you care too much about my roster,” Duke tries to explain. He drops his head to try and make you look him in the eye, but you keep avoiding his accusatory gaze.
“You talking like we fucking or sum,” Duke continues to press you.
“Why would I want you, like, what? Like, that’s- Ha! Ewwww,” you try to act repulsed but you never got an A in drama. Your acting skills are subpar.
“Oh, OK. Just know: I’d drop my roster just for you.”
Your head whips around and look Duke square in his face. A goofy and toothy smile plasters across his face.
“You fucking play too fucking much. You can’t be trying to tease me and shit. Why would I fucking want you? You never cared about me before, why the fuck no-“ Duke’s pillowy lips press intensely on yours.
“Girl, shut up.”
“Yes, sir.”
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A/N: here’s the second part! Now, I really hate writing smut so pls forgive me but I’m skipping over that. Pls enjoy this quick update :)
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bumblesimagines · 8 months
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do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?
don't you get it? they're not you.
Sarah Cameron
don't you get it? they're not you.
do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?
Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs
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"Thanks again for tutoring Wheezie, (Y/N). Her grades have definitely improved."
"It's no problem, Mr. Cameron."
Truly, it wasn't. While the youngest Cameron could be stubborn and occasionally immature, Wheezie was probably one of the brightest kids you got to tutor. She simply refused to believe in herself and her abilities but with a little coaxing and praise, she'd proven to be pretty good at the harder subjects like math and science. You were sure she wouldn't need you anymore in a couple weeks. 
"If only you rubbed off on Sarah," Ward sighed as he finished digging around in his wallet for some cash. You almost smiled despite the annoyance you'd grown to harbor for the blonde over the last few days. If only Sarah took your warnings and advice to heart instead of running off with the posse from the Cut. She'd ghosted Denny, a good friend of yours, just to hang out with them doing God knows what. The Pogues were sweet people, especially Pope Heyward, but their track record was piss poor and would only damage Sarah in the long run. "She could use some help in English. I got a phone call from her teacher the other day about it." 
"I'll talk to her, Mr. Cameron." You assured, taking the wad of cash from the man and smiling. "I'm sure it's nothing." 
With a thankful nod, Ward bid you goodbye and headed inside the mansion. You sighed softly and stuffed the cash into your wallet before slipping it into your back pocket and heading down the driveway. The walk home would be a short one given how close you lived to the Camerons, one of the main reasons you'd been able to stick beside Sarah and not get dumped aside like trash. It was infuriating how she tossed aside people so easily and yet decided to extend her loyalty to people acquainted with the Kildare County jail cells. 
The familiar rumble of an engine caught your attention and you stopped right at the edge of the driveway to watch the familiar minivan head down the road. It came to a screeching halt right before you and Kiara stuck her head out with a wide smile. Great. Just the people you wanted to see. The side door rolled open and Sarah hopped out with a giddy laugh, sliding the door closed again and bidding her newfound friends a cheerful goodbye before she spun around and sprang into your arms. The van made a U-turn at the end of the road and sped off down the street.
"Hey!" Sarah giggled, arms still wrapped around your shoulders. "I didn't know you were coming over!"
"I tutor Wheezie every Friday, Sarah. You'd know that if you paid more attention." You muttered and pushed your hand against her abdomen, forcing the girl to take a step back. Sarah's brows furrowed and her arms slumped to her side, her dark brown eyes flickering all over your face. Any other day, any other month, you might've felt bad for getting snappy with the blonde. But your patience had begun to wear thin with her after her constant ghosting and ditching.
"What's wrong? Why are you mad?"
"I'm not-" You inhaled deeply and rubbed the area between your eyebrows. "You said you were going to give Denny a chance 'cause you were tired of being single. He showed up to the date, but you didn't. If you don't want something serious then tell me that before I set you up with someone. You've done this four times already, Sarah. I'm the one who has to pick up after you while you run around with your street friends. If you don't like my friends, say that. I've wasted enough of their time."
Sarah frowned and looked away like a child being scolded by their parent. She twisted her lips and spoke quietly, "Don't you get it? They're not you. I don't want to date them. I.."
You felt your heart drop at her words. Sarah Cameron, known to all as a heartbreaker who had no issue cheating on her boyfriends, liked you? You stared at her silently, trying to process her words and think of something, anything, to say in response but your mind went blank. You'd known her since you wore diapers! You'd been raised alongside her like siblings and even wore matching clothes during the holidays as kids. The only word you could truly muster up and say was, "Oh."
"Do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?" Sarah asked softly and lifted her head to gaze at your face. You tried not to wince. You loved her, truly you did, but not in the way she wanted. A long time ago, back in middle school, you might've leaped at the chance. But that'd been before you really took note of her more selfish side. Sarah was loyal but not when it came to romance and she never had the guts to admit it.
"No, Sarah, I don't. You... You're my friend. I stopped looking at you like that when I saw how you treated your past boyfriends. You're great and I'll always love you but you're just not the kind of girl I'd want to be with. I'm sorry."
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loveandleases · 4 months
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Thought I would do a nice little prompt for our favorite dilf. You can find Cam's prompt here. More below the cut~
After watching Ardent's niece for him over the weekend, he offered to take you out for a drink. You accepted happily, knowing not to let the chance to get a free drink pass you by.
As you step through the weathered door of the dingy bar, the first thing that hits you is the unmistakable smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke lingering in the air. The dim lighting casts a gloomy ambiance over the space, with flickering neon signs barely illuminating the dark green walls.
The bar itself is worn and scarred, evidence of countless nights of rowdy patrons leaning against its surface. The stools are mismatched and worn, their upholstery torn and frayed from years of use. The wooden floorboards creak underfoot as you navigate through the dimly lit room.
In one corner, a jukebox hums quietly, playing a selection of classic rock tunes that echo through the space. A pool table occupies a shadowy alcove nearby. The balls all racked and ready for the next game. The bar is empty, aside from an old grizzled bartender wiping down the surface. He looks up and briefly smiles at you before continuing his task.
"Hey, I've got that. You head on home, I'll close up when I'm done." Ardent comes behind the old man, placing a large hand over his, taking the rag from his grasp.
"You sure Denny, I thought you had a hot-"
"Nik!" Ardent hisses.
Making your way to the bar you slide onto one of the stools. Drumming your fingers on the bar top.
The old man looks between you and Ardent, his cheeks flushing under your glare. "Alright, be a good boy eh? Your mother would kill me if she thought I was letting you run wild." He pats Ardent on the back, making his way over to a back door.
He clears his throat, causing you and Ardent to stare at him. "There….there's a dispenser in the men's bathroom."
You don't miss how Ardent grits his teeth and rolling his eyes, before turning back to look at you.
"Now, I wonder what kind of dispenser he could mean. Tell me Denny, what's the old man talking about." It's far too late to hide the smirk on your face as Ardent rubs the back of his neck and groans.
The bar lights paint Ardent's olive complexion with a slight orange hue. His chin length hair tucked away from his face. It allows you to appreciate the slight stubble he's wearing.
"You know not to listen to old people."
"Does that include you?"
Ardent glares at you, placing a small napkin down in front of you. "Don't you start. Or I'll charge you for the drink."
You raise your hands up in defeat. You know not to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially one with lips like Ardent. One's you've kissed several times by now, among other things.
"So how do you two know each other?"
"Oh, he's my uncle. Nikolaso." He places two cups in front of you. Making his way to the opposite side of the bar,grabbing ice some scotch, and a few other ingredients. Before walking to stand beside you, finding comfort in the smell of his cologne as he brushes against you. You watch him quietly as he mixes your drink, even going so far as to garnish it with a strawberry.
His eyes watch you closely his tongue darts out along his lips before he clears his throat. "I used to work here when I was younger, now I just come by to help when he needs it. Alright, try this." He pushes the drink in your direction.
You look at it, at the smooth consistency of the salted rim. Picking up the glass you take a sip. The burn in your throat makes your eyes tear up and you slam the glass back down trying to get your coughing under control.
Ardent begins to laugh, smacking you on the back. "Forgive me, I assumed you were good at swallowing."
You don't miss the implication or the slight curl of his lips. You smack his hand away. "Ya know, you should hold off on the alcohol, old man. Look's like you're starting to develop a beer gut."
Both of you know you're lying. You can't ignore the six-pack, the tautness of his stomach as you smack it teasingly. Ardent's hand grabs your wrist holding it in place.
His gaze follows you, looking you over before huffing,"Go fuck yourself."
Shaking your head at him you stand getting closer to him, your face mere inches away. "Fuck me yourself, you coward."
He pulls you behind him walking toward the alcove, you don't hide the smile on your face, you've always been good at ruffling his feathers.
Teasingly you open your mouth, "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"
Both of you stop as Ardent moves to clear off the billiard table. You can feel your pulse quicken, and he doesn't bother to let go of your hand, not until it's cleared it.
He turns to you a grin on his face, reaching his hands up to cup your face, before gently pressing his nose against yours, feeling his warm breath as he pulls you closer. There's a tenderness in the act and then, as your noses linger, he leans in for a kiss, your lips meeting softly yet eagerly, sighing into it as his fingers lovingly brush against your cheeks.
"I'd rather fuck you here." His voice is husky, and you don't miss the shakiness of it.
You push him back until he leans against the billiard table. "Then you better go to that dispenser your uncle mentioned."
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