#this is just fiLTH

[alltheirdamn]

DECLINED | Mechanic!Joel x f!reader

*The Bet*

Summary: Joel makes you a bet during a night out. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 3k Warnings: Pre-outbreak AU, mechanic!joel, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, banter, teasing, semi-public sex, unprotected piv sex, oral (f! receiving), edging, ROUGH sex, squirting, hair pulling, choking, cum eating, facial, light spanking, light face slapping, heavy kissing, explicit language, pet names (darlin', cowboy, babydoll), brat taming (kinda?) A/N: This is just pure FILTH. Eat it up, kids, I know you love it.

Masterlist | Ko-Fi

Friday nights always meant date night with Joel. With Tommy babysitting Sarah and the work day done for you both, he insisted on taking you to his favorite bar on the outskirts of town. You were looking forward to a night alone, especially when you had a surprise up your sleeve. Earlier in the week, you came across a boutique in downtown Austin that sold very…niche t-shirts…and couldn’t help buying one. Putting the finishing touches on your makeup, you stepped back and admired your outfit. You had on the tiniest pair of cut-off denim shorts hugging your ass, a pair of worn black cowboy boots, and a fitted tank top with Cowboy Pillows written across your chest. It was perfect, and you knew it would drive Joel crazy. 

Joel stopped dead in his tracks when you came waltzing out of the house and toward his truck; the hand holding open the passenger door tightened until his knuckles turned white. 

Staring you down with a fire lit behind his big puppy dog eyes, Joel shook his head in protest.

“Absolutely the fuck not, babydoll,” he swore. “Take that pretty ass back inside and change.”

You stood before the truck with your arms crossed and the biggest pout forming on your lips. 

“Did you even read my shirt, cowboy?” You asked, moving your arms to reveal the words stretched over your breasts. 

“It’s very cute, darlin’, but you ain’t goin’ out like that,” Joel grumbled. 

“Why?” You frowned. 

“I ain’t tryna get arrested tonight. ‘Cause if one man lay eyes on those perky tits, I’m killin’ them.”

You strode toward him, pressing your body against his. His hands found their usual spot over the swell of your ass, his fingers prodding into the supple flesh hidden under the denim. You hummed as his mouth dipped to your ear, his teeth grazing over the shell as his voice dropped low. 

“Why don’t we just stay in?” He breathed. “Wanna take you right back in the house and fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

“You promised me a night out, Joel,” you whined. 

He made his way down your neck, peppering you with open-mouthed kisses before responding to your demands.

“Fine,” he muttered against your skin. “Get your sexy ass in the fuckin’ truck, and let’s go.”

He released you and climbed into the truck with a mischievous grin. Joel quickly pulled you across the bench, tucking you into his side as he pulled out of the driveway and toward the bar. You brushed your hand over Joel’s thigh, your fingers creeping up to the zipper of his jeans. He shifted in the seat, spreading his legs a little wider to welcome more of your touch. 

“You’re gonna get yourself in trouble, babydoll,” he warned. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently. 

His hand shot out before you could drag his zipper down, bringing your fingers up to his mouth to place gentle kisses along each digit. 

“I’ll make you a bet,” he smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“What kind of bet?”

“No touchin’ each other tonight. The first person to do it loses.”

A giggle bubbled out of you as you considered his offer. Knowing Joel, he’d lose before you stepped into the bar. The idea of teasing him all night already had your thighs clenching tight, the friction of the denim against your aching clit nearly too painful to bear.

“What happens to the loser?” You asked.

“Loser gets to do whatever the other one wants.”

The truck slowed to a stop as the streetlight turned red, and you moved closer to reel him in for a deep kiss. If this bet was going to happen, you wanted all the attention before you set out to win the bet. Joel’s tongue brushed over your lips, coaxing your mouth open wider and deepening the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair to hold him closer. 

“You’re on, cowboy,” you grinned, pulling away as the light turned green. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”

“We’ll see ‘bout that, darlin'.”

The bar was mildly crowded for a Friday night. Most of the patrons were older men sulking around or flirting with the bartenders. Soft country music floated out of the jukebox in the corner, and you found yourself swaying your hips to the melody. Joel watched you as you danced, his eyes never leaving your body unless he caught wind of another man admiring you from afar. You laughed each time he scowled at them and upped the movement of your hips just to get a rise out of him. Watching him try to hold back from touching you was cute, his hand nearly crushing the beer he was nursing. 

After your third drink, the tipsy feeling started to settle in, and self-restraint was slowly phasing out of your body. Joel noticed the shift in your mood as you perched yourself on a barstool. You tried to hide the way you clenched your thighs, chasing the friction of the denim rubbing against your aching clit. Leaning in as close as he could, Joel lowered his head and chuckled. 

“Doin’ okay, babydoll?” He whispered in your ear, his mouth a breath away from your neck.

You shivered at the phantom touch; he was so close, yet not close enough. 

“Stop it,” you exhaled. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Not playin’ fair?” He questioned. “You ain’t been playin’ fair since you walked out the damn house.”

“Aw, poor baby,” you feigned sympathy. “Am I driving you crazy with my lil’ outfit?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea, darlin’.”

Scootching off the barstool, you tilted your head toward the vacant pool table. Joel’s eyes followed the motion, raising his brow at your silent invitation.

“Y��wanna play?” He asked. “Hope you’re ready to lose, darlin’.”

“You talk a big game, cowboy. You’re on.”

You grabbed a cue stick and waited for Joel to rack the balls and center them on the green velvet table. He grabbed his own stick and gestured to you to start. 

“All you, babydoll. Let’s see it.”

You rounded the table and leaned over to line your stick with the cue ball. Inhaling on the pull of your stick, you exhaled and drove it into the cue. The sound of the resin balls breaking shattered the music in the background, their triangle formation scattering across the table. You managed to sink two striped balls into the left corner pocket and rose to assess the damage. Joel stared at you, impressed, nodding as he lined up his stick with the cue. 

“Y’got stripes, babydoll. Solid’s are mine,” he mutters, his eyes trained on the ball. 

You watched, mesmerized, as Joel’s shoulder muscles moved fluidly with each extension of his arm. With a strong drive of the stick, Joel sunk the four ball into the right-center pocket. Giving you a cocky grin, he rounded the table again, this time directly facing you. He stared up at you, his eyes dark under the furrow of his brows. You bent over the table's edge, propping your face onto your hands and shimming your shoulders slightly. Joel’s eyes snapped up to your chest, fixated on the way your breasts pushed together.

“Not fair,” he gritted before sending his stick into the cue ball. 

The ball scratched on the table, missing the solid he aimed for. You smirked at him, sticking your tongue out as you skipped around the table to settle into position against the table. You eyed Joel as he moved to stand behind you, and you rewarded him with pushing your ass out further. Giving your hips a little wiggle, you sent a forceful shot into the cue, sinking the nine ball and ricocheting it against the twelve ball, sending it into the right corner pocket. 

“Damn,” Joel mumbled, tracking your body as you lined up for your third turn. 

“Didn’t think I was good, huh?” You laughed. 

“You’re good at everythin’, darlin’.”

The dip in his voice vibrated up your body as you pressed your legs against the table to line up for the next stroke. Joel leaned his hip against the corner of the table, folding his arms as he watched you aim your stick at the cue. 

“C’mon, babydoll,” he whispered, drawing your focus away from the shot and causing the cue ball to sink into the pocket rather than the fifteen ball you were gunning toward. 

“You play dirty,” you grumbled. 

Joel crowded you, his body inches from yours. You arched into the distance between your bodies, barely keeping your chest from brushing his. 

“I bet those panties are already soaked, huh?” Joel teased.

You gave him an innocent smile, ready to deliver the final blow to his restraint. Rising onto your toes, you kept your mouth close to his ear. 

“They would be if I were wearing any, cowboy.”

You pulled back to see Joel’s nostrils flaring, his eyes roaming down your body and back up. 

“Bathroom. Now.” He demanded. 

“But we’re still playing,” you whined, gesturing to the pool table. 

Joel’s hand shot out to your waist, dragging you to his body. 

“Fuck the game. Need you in that bathroom now so I can fuck that sassiness outta you,” he growled. 

“I’m not sassin’ you, cowboy. You’re just a sore loser,” you taunted. 

“I ain’t gonna ask again, babydoll. You either walk to the bathroom right now, or I fuck you on that pool table in front of everyone.”

“Maybe I want a crowd,” you shrugged with a coy grin. “Bend me over right here, cowboy. Show them who’s yours.”

“Bet you’d like that, huh? Have all them eyes on you while you scream my name and soak the table. Y’wanna show everyone how good y’take my cock?”

“Do it,” you smiled. 

Joel’s hand traveled down your ass, squeezing it hard enough to make you yelp before smacking it hard. A few heads turned at the sound, their wandering eyes scrutinizing you and Joel. Even though Joel could be all talk, you knew he wouldn’t actually fuck you in front of everyone, not when he was the most protective and selfish man there was. 

You were too turned on to fight it now. Turning toward the bathroom, you glanced over your shoulder and smiled as Joel watched you walk to the dimly lit hallway of the bar. You didn’t have the care to notice heads turning to stare at you as you passed, the excitement too strong as it coursed through your veins. You barely had a hand on the door when you felt a warm body pressed against your back, and Joel was quick to shove you inside the one-stall bathroom. With a quick turn of the lock, he had you pinned to the ceramic sink and his mouth crashing against yours. While you tangled your fingers into his messy curls, Joel worked at your shorts, tugging the tight denim down your hips and thighs. He broke away from your lips, staring down at your bare sex as you spread your legs slightly. 

“Fuckin’ christ, babydoll,” he exhaled. “Can’t believe you been keepin’ this from me all night.”

“Like what you see?” 

Joel wrapped two strong hands behind your thighs and lifted you onto the edge of the sink. You gasped at the shock of the cold against your bare ass, bucking your hips forward to search for his warmth. He lowered himself onto his knees, keeping a firm grip on your thighs as you settled your calves over his shoulders. Peering up at you between your parted legs, Joel gave you a wicked grin before brushing his nose up your inner thighs. 

“You know I won, right?” You questioned as his tongue pressed against your throbbing clit. “Technically, I should be calling the shots.”

Joel glared up at you, his pupils blown wide under the red lights of the bathroom. 

“Y’can call the shots all you want later,” he mumbled. “Right now, you’re mine.”

You cried as his tongue dipped inside you, his jaw working overtime to pull each pitiful sound from your body. He drew circles around your slick folds, purposefully avoiding your aching clit. You whined every time his tongue brushed close to it, that agonizing surge of pleasure coursing through your body. Music from the bar drifted into the bathroom, layering over the frustrated cries leaving your lips. 

“Stop teasing, cowboy,” you panted, bucking your hips against his tongue.

“This is what ya’ get, darlin’,” Joel spoke against your wet cunt.

“Please,” you begged.

He pulled away entirely, leaving you chasing the orgasm you never got. Spinning you toward the mirror, Joel worked at freeing his cock with one hand while pressing the other hand into your spine. You flattened against the sink, your hands pressed against the mirror. Glancing up, you met his eyes in the mirror, watching as his lips twitched into a devilish grin. That was all the warning he gave before he drove into you in one fluid stroke. 

“Fuck!” You cried, your head falling between your shoulders.

Joel’s hand wound around your hair, twisting it into a ponytail and yanking your neck back until you strained against his grip. 

“Nuh uh, babydoll,” Joel grunted. “Watch me while I fuck you.”

You locked your eyes with his through the reflection, watching as his face twisted into something carnal. He pounded into you with enough force to make the sink underneath you creak with the weight pressed against it. Joel kept a relentless pace, dismissing every whine and sob falling off your lips. He reached around you with his other hand, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing tight. You heaved in a breath as your vision blurred, the pleasure mixing with pain every time he slammed into you.

Your orgasm started surging up through your core, snaking into your bloodstream and becoming unbearable to hold back. You choked out a sob, your thighs quaking as the pleasure built inside your stomach.

“Joel,” you choked. 

“Y’need to cum, babydoll?” Joel taunted, driving into you hard.

His cock hit the right spot over and over again until he felt your cunt clenching around him. He pulled out at the exact moment your orgasm exploded through your body, liquid gushing out of you and down your thighs. Joel growled in approval, sinking back into you as the aftershocks sent tremors through your limbs.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised. “Keep takin’ my fuckin’ cock. I ain’t done yet, babydoll.”

His hand was still gripping your throat, his fingers applying more pressure to cut off your ragged whimpers. You clawed at the edge of the sink, entirely at Joel’s mercy as he wrecked into you harder…faster. He didn’t lie when he said he was going to fuck the sass out of you; you were helpless in this moment. 

But you fucking loved it.

“So. Fuckin’. Good.” Joel punched out each word through every thrust. 

Joel released your throat and wrapped both hands in your hair, using it to guide your hips back against his cock. You were so full of him and so sore, but you couldn’t deny the pressure swelling inside your stomach. You gasped for air as each thrust grew stronger, his cock assaulting you until you spasmed under him and let your orgasm rush out of you. 

“Fuck! Fuck… fuck… fuck,” you chanted, chasing the throbbing pulse inside your body. 

Warm liquid drenched his cock, the lewd sound of his hips meeting yours echoing around you. Joel pulled out suddenly, leaving you hollow and soaked. Wrangling you to your knees, Joel pumped his cock over your open mouth, grunting out your name as his release painted your tongue and lips. Bending down to eye level, Joel lapped up the cum dripping off your swollen lips before bringing his hand up to slap your cheek. He rubbed a hand over your face, smearing your makeup around, leaving you a fucked-out mess.

“Y’look so pretty like this,” he hummed, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. You whimpered into his mouth, his tongue intertwining with yours. 

“I love you, babydoll,” he sighed, pressing his lips against your forehead. 

“I love you too, cowboy,” you preened. 

You were used to him being rough—dominant—but this possessiveness was intoxicating. You wanted more.

“I think I should sass you more often,” you giggled. 

“You enjoy bein’ fucked like a bratty lil’ slut?” He smirked. 

“Love it,” you exhaled, dragging him back to your mouth. 

Joel helped you back into your shorts after you both took a moment to breathe. You turned towards the mirror and admired the complete mess that you were; your hair was mangled into knots, your shirt was askew, and your face was covered in streaks of mascara, smeared lipstick, and drool. A giggle bubbled out of you as you tried to tame down your hair and wipe away some of the makeup coating your rosy cheeks. Joel grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the mirror.

“Leave it,” he whispered. “Want everyone to see how filthy you are.”

“Seriously?” You gaped. 

Joel nodded his eyes, his eyes coasting over your body. 

“Seriously, babydoll. Need to show them you’re mine.”

“I think they already know,” you said pointedly. “I’m pretty sure I was loud enough to break the jukebox.”

He chuckled at your statement, tapping your ass and guiding you toward the door. Dropping his mouth to your ear, he softly kissed your neck before twisting the lock open.

“C’mon, darlin’. Let’s go home so y’can have your way with me.”

“I’m going to make you pay for this, cowboy,” you warned. “I'm going to have you on your knees begging for it.”

“I’ll happily worship you all night, babydoll,” he smiled, kissing your cheek before guiding you into the hall and out to his truck.

[jakescaravel]

A Lovey Promise 2

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 6,498

Warnings: *This fic will not be for everyone so read the warnings carefully* Sub Jake, anal fingering (m receiving), oral and rimming (m receiving), explicit sexual content, riding, nervousness (handled very well), gagging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight mentions of pain (only briefly), cum play, dares, teasing, hickeys, praise, mentions of alcohol, being tipsy, kissing, slight angst, cuddling, 18+ MDNI!!!

Summary: After an unforgettable night with your best friend due to a bet you couldn't refuse, you decide it's your turn to win and bet him about something he's apprehensive about a first...

Part 1

“Oh uh by the way.. I know this isn’t the best timing but uhh I don’t have any extra sheets so we’re gonna have to sleep on the couch…”

-

The morning sun stretching through the curtains of Jake’s living room pulls your sleepy eyes open until they come into focus, taking in your surroundings. You’re in the exact same position you fell asleep in, arms wrapped around Jake’s torso and legs intertwined with his. 

His soft lips rest parted on your forehead. You can feel his gentle breath hitting your skin with every exhale. You crane your neck, breaking the contact, to look up at his sleeping face. His eyelids flutter a little as his breath catches and he lets out a snore. You have to hold your breath to keep from giggling.

Once you calm yourself down you take a moment to really look at him, to appreciate his peaceful state. You think that there has never been anyone to look so pretty sleeping. You think about how safe you are in his arms, and his in yours. This moment is so serene, so intimate and domestic that you wish to relive it as many times as possible, however that should manifest.

The sweet moment is short lived however when you notice something poking at your thigh. Your lips curl into a sheepish grin and you shift to a sitting position to wake him.

Before you summon the courage to do so, you admire him from above. He looks like an angel and you reach out your hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. 

You decide on starting the morning off on a mischievous note so you lean down to whisper in his ear in the sultriest voice you can muster. 

“Goodmorning Jake.”

For a split second he stirs before his eyes blink open, lips smirking almost instantaneously as his eyes meet yours, like the memory of last night has been conjured up right then.

“Good Morning Lovey.”

He wordlessly pulls you back to cuddle him, opting to nuzzle your face into his neck. Shamelessly really, you inhale his scent once more, suppressing a moan upon doing so. He lets out a small chuckle. 

You can’t ignore the elephant in the room any longer, or rather horse…

“Looks like you’re excited to see me.”

“What makes you think I’m not excited about someone else?”

Oh he’s quick.

You pull away from him, shooting him a nasty look, but he just laughs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m joking baby, relax.”

He pinches your nose with his fingers and you decide that a few more minutes of cuddling wouldn’t hurt. 

-

After what was probably a few more hours of sleeping, the two of you decide to wake up for the day. Jake waltzes around his apartment, gathering ingredients for breakfast and he starts to make the traditional meal, pancakes and bacon. You can never go wrong with that.

He stands by the stove, flipping the pancakes with a spatula while you sit at the table, eyes raking over him dreamily while sipping on your steaming cup of coffee. 

His hair falls messily by his shoulders, completely unbrushed and uncared for in the way that's your absolute favorite. Even his shirt is slightly ruffled, making it evident that he has just gotten out of bed, but something about it just makes your heart absolutely melt.

The next few minutes are enjoyed in silence, likely both thinking about the events of last night. It’s funny how you remember the whole thing, but there is not one shred of shame involved, not one single lick of regret. You hope he feels the same way. It doesn’t feel awkward now at all, thank god. This was expected however. The two of you are way too far gone for awkwardness.

Something in you is nagging you to talk about it though. To mention it just to gain the confirmation that it actually happened and wasn’t completely made up by you in your slightly drunken state. You rack your brain for a way to bring it up casually, as if it were no bigger a thought than one about the coffee in your hands. 

“So Jake, any fun plans last night?”

It’s such a cheesy line, a dumb act of flirting, but you know he’ll gladly play along.

“Well I suppose… I won a very intriguing bet.”

He turns around as he speaks the words, resting his elbows on the counter behind him to lean back. His low cut shirt allows for a sliver of his chest to poke through, tanned and flushed, looking as edible as a juicy peach on a warm summer's day. One you’d like to take a bite out of.

He meets your gaze and his eyes narrow in, like he’s waiting for your response. Heat flashes across your features as you fight back a smile. He watches your face with a smirk of his own, reaching his fingers up to play along his lip. His smirk deepens when he notices your eyes lingering on his fingers.

“A bet really? That’s surprising.”

You stand up, abandoning your coffee to walk over to him. He stands up a little taller as you approach, eyes raking over you quickly.

“I don’t see how that would be surprising at all as a matter of fact.”

He crosses his arms proudly and you try to pull them back out to the side. He giggles and fights off your touch, effectively winning with his arms still crossed. You make a fake pout and he finally uncrosses them to reach out for you. You instinctively take the step, closing the distance as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You would be lying if you said the action didn’t shock you. You had half expected the whole situation of last night to be mostly forgotten about, something to make fun of in the future perhaps. But the way that his arms wrap around your wasit to pull you into his parted mouth makes you question everything.

He pulls away before you’ve had time to savor him, and he huffs a laugh. He returns his attention back to the pancakes. Now it’s your turn to cross your arms. Without even turning to look, he senses your frustration. 

“You don’t have to be so desperate for me, I'm right here.”

His voice is cool and collected as he rasps out the words, making your jaw slack and an embarrassing sound flutter out of you. You pick it back up quickly. Thankfully he hasn’t turned around yet. To make matters worse, he starts whistling some tune, acting like he hasn’t said anything, you aren’t right behind him, and he didn’t finger fuck you last night giving you the best 4 orgasms of your life. 

“I’m not desperate.” You whisper to which he shakes his head slowly, still not responding.

You take a second to wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, you speak again.

“Sure you won the bet Jake, but that doesn’t mean you’re better than me. I can win bets too, you know.”

He turns around, squinting his eyes at you playfully through a suppressed grin. 

“I’m not trying to act better than you, just pointing out the fact that I have you absolutely wrapped around my finger.”

Your cheeks flame with the double meaning of his words, and it’s obvious that’s what he’s intended by the way he has to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from showing you his arrogant smile. 

Ignoring the fact that he’s basically just insulted you, and that you kind of liked it, you feel the need to have a small victory. You decide it’s your turn to catch him off guard, and the words spill out of your mouth before you have the chance to bite them back.

“Well I bet I could make you cum with just my fingers.” You take another step forward until your breath is on his neck.

He ignores your looming presence, rolling his eyes. “Congratulations Lovey, you can give a handjob.” 

You laugh at his unsuspecting responce, knowing that he hasn’t fully understood what you’ve said. You have him right where you want him.

“No Jakey. Not hand… fingers.” You reach them out to graze along his shoulder and he shudders under your touch.

His smile is wiped off his face and his posture straightens out. He clears his throat and returns his gaze back to the pancakes, shoveling a few of them onto a plate.

“You’re full of shit.”

“No I’m not, I’ve done it before.”

“Bet it was with that one boyfriend of yours. The flowers one.”

You roll your eyes. You can’t help but think his little comment is rooted in jealousy so you continue. 

“So maybe it was. He said it was the best thing he had ever felt. Begged me to do it every time after. But youre ego is probably too fragile anyway.”

He snorts again, not meeting your eyes as he plates your food, putting some bacon on the plate too. Finally he turns around, looking into your eyes for a brief second before ripping them away.

He walks over to the table and places your plates down as he takes a chair. You follow him and take your seat, trying to meet his eyes as he very obviously tries to avert his. You can tell you’ve struck some sort of nerve so you abandon the topic, opting instead to compliment his chefing abilities as you take your first bite.

He thanks you, but doesn’t say much else. Tension quickly builds in the room, but not really the good kind. It’s hard to think of things to say and you can tell he’s feeling slightly uncomfortable. Suddenly the feeling of being unwanted floods through you and you feel the need to leave immediately. The feeling hurts slightly, and you blame yourself, feeling ashamed of what you said even though there wasn’t really anything wrong with it.

You finish your plate quickly and go to put it in the sink, but he makes a quick comment about him doing it later. You give him a small smile and he returns it, but it isn’t fully genuine, there's something holding him back. 

You make up some excuse about needing to go home right away and all he offers you is a nod. He must see your face fall into a small frown because he pulls you in for a tight hug before you gather your things to rush out of the door. The hug melts away some of the feelings of unease and you wave goodbye before shutting the door to his apartment behind you.

On the way home you think about the way he tensed up when you said it. Maybe what you said was a mistake, but something about the way he looks tells you otherwise. It’s hard to completely explain it, but you know him. If he had been completely opposed to the idea, he would have laughed in your face, waving you off with complete confidence. However it more seemed like the thought was surprising to him, out of his comfort zone perhaps, not necessarily off limits.

Three days pass with absolutely no sign from him. No calls, no texts, no random visits to your house. It hurts, but you know it's temporary. You really hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable and the thought eats away at you. You decide not to reach out either, giving him space to come to you.

Finally your phone buzzes on the table and you brace yourself in case it isn’t him. After days of every notification sending your heart racing in hopes of it being him, you had started to feel a little crazy, but thankfully this time you see his beautiful perfect name flash across the screen.

Jakey Boy

Come over today at 9?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you immediately jump in the shower to get ready for tonight. For the first time in years since being his friend, you actually feel nervous about seeing him. Anything could happen.

After hours of jittery anticipation, you stand outside of his door, trying to find the strength to knock. Almost the second your hand hits the wood, the door is being swung open, and there stands Jake with a smile on his face.

The look he gives you is infectious and your face copies his with a smile of your own. You give him a polite hug and walk yourself into the apartment, setting your bag down on the table before plopping down on the couch.

“So a movie?”

“Yeah maybe maybe…”

He comes to sit down next to you, fidgeting with his hands slightly as he sits farther away than he normally would. You try to hide the slight concern that creeps up on your face seeing him so nervous, but you wait a second to see what he’ll say.

“Sorry I didn’t text you. I feel like a dick.”

“It’s okay Jake, really.”

He offers you a smile and averts his eyes once more, settling instead on his lap. Finally breaking the awkward silence, he speaks through a laugh.

“So I thought about what you said…”

“Oh really?” You pretend to be surprised at what he;s said, however you knew immediately when he opened the door for you that this visit was going to be about… that. He blushes making your chest feel a bit warmer. He almost never blushes.

“Yeah I did. I’ll let you do it, and well…” He shoots you a smug look. “I don’t think you can, but I’m willing to let you try.”

He lets the statement settle for a moment before giving you a slight smirk and you can tell he’s made himself a lot more comfortable with the idea over the days of waiting.

“Are you sure Jake, we don’t have to.” You try to hold back your feelings of excitement by sounding genuine, but he knows you want it just as bad as he does. “No, I want to.” He rushes out, clearing his throat and laughing at himself slightly.

You give him a sweet smile and he stands up, making your heart drop. Maybe you weren’t ready to start right this second, but to your relief, he only walks over to the wine cabinet - probably a better idea. When he comes back with two glasses and a nice bottle of Pinot Noir, you rub your hands together excitedly. 

He pours you both a generous amount and you get started right away, drinking back the silky red liquid.

“So what made you change your mind?”

“Well to be honest, I looked it up. It was pretty hot. Decided… fuck it. Well no, that’s a lie. I wanted it, wanted to see what it would feel like.” 

His vulnerability makes you feel proud as he meets your eyes with a shy smile. The mutual trust feels almost tangible as you both let yourselves just look at one another. You scoot closer to him and rest your elbow on the couch to lay your head in your hand, gazing at his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. 

“Yeah it is pretty hot. For me too.”

You look at his lips for a moment, watching as his tongue smooths them over. He takes another sip of the wine and you do the same.

After a few minutes of some light conversing and finishing a glass of wine, he fills both your glasses and you easily drink down another one. The talking turns to giggling before a comfortable silence finds its way over the two of you. You can tell he’s acting a little more on the reserved side so you decide to reach in for a kiss.

Obviously you’re nervous too, but not terribly since it’s only Jake. It makes you happy to know he trusts you with this as well. And fuck you are excited to watch him fall apart…

When his lips meet yours they're timid at first, only lingering at your bottom lip, but you roughly pull his shirt to bring him closer as you instantly slip your tongue past his lips. He lets out a moan as you sneak your hands into his freshly washed hair, tugging slightly at the root, the sounds he makes setting you wild.

You straddle his lap and he pulls you closer to him as your hands travel over each other. It takes you a moment to remember where you are and what you’re doing so you slow it down a little, opting to just tease him with your tongue, licking a stripe up his parted lips.

You pull back as you both open your eyes, staring silently at the other through deep breaths. You take the opportunity to slide off of him, settling in your place on the floor, gazing up to his sweet chocolate eyes. 

You watch in real time as the realization hits him too and he delivers another shy smile. It’s funny seeing him like this, almost bashful, so unlike the way he usually acts. But you love it all the same. You love the feeling of power that it gives you, before you’ve even started.

Your hands slide up his legs to run up his thighs, stopping short of the growing bulge in his pants. His eyes follow you as your fingers work to unbutton his jeans before sliding them off. He picks up his feet to help you pull them off completely before he’s sitting before you in just his boxers.

You’ve never seen him past this point. You’ve only ever gotten the pleasure of using your imagination, which, admittedly you’ve done a lot. It’s the kind of excitement that makes your heart pound against your chest until you can hear it in your ears and feel it through your dripping panties.

Your eyes flick up to his in question and he gives you a slight nod. He lifts his hips off the bed, but you gently push them down, hoping to savor the moment before going further. It’s your turn to put on a show for him now, so you hold his gaze while your hand slides over his erection. He sucks in a gasp as you feel him through the thin fabric, eyes never leaving yours.

He feels hard and warm against your palm and you squeeze gently before sitting up on your knees to reach him with your mouth. Your cup your mouth around his length, traveling to the tip through the fabric. He lets out the most beautiful sigh at the slight contact.

If he’s already being this vocal… this is going to be fun.

You shoot him a flashy smile and hook your fingers in his waistband. Garnering anticipation, you pull them slowly down until his hard cock slaps against his stomach in a way that makes your thighs clench together.

The sight of it makes your mouth water and you have to physically push away the urge to swallow it down. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’ve imagined this moment many times before, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size of him.

You can't help slightly gawking at its thickness and length. The way the head is slightly pink and already dripping precum out of the slit. All you want to do is taste him, but that will have to wait…

You look up to see him shifting nervously on the couch and you reach out to smooth your hand over his thigh again, ready to go as slow as he needs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I am, just a little nervous.”

You smile to yourself at his complete shift in demeanor. It’s hard to believe this is even Jake right now, letting you do this.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you Lovey. That’s why you’re here.” He rolls his eyes, but cuts the action short to give you a genuine smile.

“Are you ready?”

He gives a slow nod and you kiss the skin of his calf which rests on the floor. Giving him an encouraging look, you push his legs further apart and watch as his eyes widen for just a moment.

“Can you pull your legs up baby?”

“Like this?”

He gives you a playful smirk, obviously feeling more comfortable in his role for the night as he hikes his legs up on the couch. He looks so beautiful, so fucking sexy spread out on display for you that you swallow back a moan at the mere sight of it.  

“Yeah… like that. Perfect.”

His eyes flash with something, a look of appreciation for your praise, something you will so happily give him if it means watching him like this. 

You’re just about to reach out and touch him, but you remember something rather important.

“Wait, do you have any lube?”

“Uh no, why would I have that?”

You laugh slightly, realizing he’s probably right in that it’s something he could go without, considering…

An idea forms in your head, one that makes your heart beat a little faster. In a risky move, you sit up on your knees to bring your fingers to his mouth. Surprising you and himself, he opens for you, spreading his pink tongue out all the way.

His open wide, sparkling up at you as you slide two fingers, as gently as you can, to the back of his throat. He emits a soft gag around them and you bite your lip. You take the collected saliva and bring your fingers back down. He watches attentively. 

Slowly and carefully you press your fingers to him, just applying slight pressure and you begin to circle them around his entrance.

His brows knit up in pleasure as his lip is tucked between his teeth. A small whimper escapes him so you press in a little further. His mouth falls open as his head tilts back, showing you his bobbing adam's apple that you want so badly to lick and suck at.

He forces himself to look back up and meet your eyes with a smirky grin as you press just the tip of your finger inside him, watching as his expression turns timid and a shaky moan falls from his open mouth. His legs tense up and you place a hand on his thigh as you press in just an inch. 

“Fuck, I think I like it…”

He already sounds fucked out, voice quiet and quivering as the confession slips out of him. You hum in response and present him with a little curl of your finger. He moans again, gritting his teeth and hissing slightly.

“Feels good Jake?”

“So good, give me more, please.”

“Now who’s desperate?”

You smirk at him again as his eyes narrow in annoyance. “Shut u-“ His protest is cut off by a short gasp that's followed by an airy sigh as you press your finger all the way in. 

His voice raises in volume and he moans a curse that sounds more like gibberish. His cock twitches as you start to pull your finger out, stilling it halfway to push back in.

“I didn’t know- I didn’t know it would f-feel this good…”

“I told you.”

You pull your finger out to rub slow circles around his tight entrance, getting ready to add another. He watches, breathing shallow as you rub both over him, just teasing. You pull them away, letting a trail of your own spit fall onto them before circling over him once more.

His eyes follow your fingers lazily, chest rising and falling and stomach muscles tensing when you start to push them in. You can't wait any longer so you push them in as far as they’ll go and he lets out a deep groan that makes the wetness in your panties grow significantly.

You curl your fingers up and his voice raises an octave. He lets out a dreamy whimper that makes him sound so soft and sweet.

“Fuck.. do that again, right there right there.”

You bite your lip as you start to pick up a rhythm, pushing in gently and curling up then pulling out and repeating. “You want my fingers right there Jakey?” 

“Yes, fuckk.” His string of curses turns into an incoherent mess as you continue to work him. He jerks up every few seconds, relaxing back into the cushions with a choked out sigh. 

When you pick up the speed a little, adding the slightest thrust to your movement, he loses it, moaning your name over and over again.

“Y/n please please, y/n please, y/n… y/n.”

“I know I know, just relax and take it baby.”

You rest your head on the couch just underneath the underside of his thigh to watch your fingers work away at him, breaking away every few seconds to watch the way his face tenses up, making sure he’s still enjoying it. His eyes are mostly shut right as his teeth are bared and short breaths of pleasure are sucked in.

“Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum Lovey…”

He opens his eyes and meets yours, looking almost scared as it builds up, slowly starting to wash over him. He looks like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It’s hard to keep going through the need to just feel his lips on yours, his anything on yours.

He starts to clench around your fingers, cock twitching and mouth hanging slightly agape as his moans get louder.

“Do it Jakey, just let it go, be a good boy for me.”

Your final words of praise push him over the edge. His legs fall from his grasp as he lets out a guttural moan that hitches and turns into a sweet little whine through the air. Your fingers pump in and out of him as his whole body contorts until a thick rope of cum shoots out of his tip, landing hot on his tummy.

You take in the sight before you and let out a small whimper, but he’s too far gone to notice. His head falls back into the pillows and you gently slide your fingers out of him. 

You rise once more and he tilts his head back down to watch you. With the most innocent look you can muster, you lower your head to his stomach and stare into his half lidden eyes as you lap up his warm cum, moaning and letting your eyes close as it passes your lips.

You take the time to clean up every last drop before leaving a little hickey in its place. You pop off of the skin and look up to him, extending your tongue to show him his prize. You then swallow it down, giving him a small smile as he watches you. Without saying anymore, his hands reach for you, desperate and impatient as he pulls you closer to him.

It surprises you when he pulls you in for a kiss but you gladly return the action. He kisses you with fervor, grasping both hands around your face to pull you as close as possible. You weave your hands in his hair and part your lips to let his tongue slip past. He licks into your mouth, biting your top lip and you let out a whimper.

He pulls away to kiss along your neck, sucking in little purple marks until he makes his way to your ear.

“That was fucking amazing. Thank you. And I’m already fucking hard again. You make me so hard.” He rasps against the shell of your ear, voice sounding so needy and gone, but also rough and ready.

“It was my pleasure.”

You turn to look at him and can see he’s thinking about something. There’s a momentary pause before he brings his mouth back to your ear.

“You could use your mouth you know… if you wanted. I just, saw it in the video and though maybe-“

You pull away from him and look at his face. He looks shy again, small, but still a small smile dashes across his features. 

“You want me to?”

“Well if you want…”

“But you want me to? It’s okay to ask for what you want.”

“Yes.”

You pet his hair as you smile down at him, feeling both proud and unbelievably turned on. It takes increasing difficulty to ignore the wetness he’s created between your thighs, but you’ll do it for him if it means making him feel good. 

“Aww pretty boy Jakey wants my mouth in places he shouldn’t?”

Your heart skips a beat when you watch his cheeks flush a deep pink. Something about the power you have over him sparks something inside you. Something that wants to please, to get a reaction. "You can only imagine that’s how he must have felt when you were at his mercy."

“Maybe I do.”

You kiss him again, just to feel his lips on yours. The wet sounds you make when your mouths connect should make you feel ashamed, but you simply forget to feel anything other than him. He moans into your open mouth and you seal the kiss with your tongue. Breaking away once more you stare into his eyes, trying to get a sense of what those pretty little thoughts are inside his head.

You give him a smile as you move in to kiss his neck, trailing down to the flesh of his stomach, to the base of his cock while your hand comes up to stroke him. He flinches as you squeeze around him, dragging your hand up and down his length as your mouth finds the tip. You draw it into your mouth to swirl your tongue around before letting go with a little pop.

You tease the underside of it with tiny kitten licks until he’s a moaning mess above you, but you stop all together making him whine in protest. You lick a slow stripe from the underside to his balls, licking and kissing at the skin before moving even lower.

His breathing quickly becomes sporadic as you deliver a quick swipe of your tongue over his entrance. You feel him tense up at the contact, but quickly melt away at your touch. You lick over him once more, slow and long, letting him feel all the movements of your tongue. 

You’re sure the visual is absolutely obscene and you can feel his heated stare on you. His eyes watch with such rapt attention that you know he loves it. You close your eyes for a second, letting yourself imagine what the two of you must look like… you decide you love it too.

Your hand comes up to stroke along his length again as you sway your head side to side with your outstretched tongue running over him. 

“Fuck, do that again, please.”

His begging is delicious and serves to deepen the ache in your soaked cunt. Stroking him a little faster, you repeat the action, letting your tongue curve into the shape of him as it passes back and forth. He lets out another dreamy sigh and you switch back to delivering slow long licks. 

Something about the vulgarity of the whole act makes you feel so alive, so full of fire, ready and willing to do anything if it means watching him feel this good.

You lift off of him only for a split second to spit into your hand, gathering slick to stroke over his length faster. He groans in appreciation as your tongue swiftly makes its way back, delivering small flicks over him with every stroke.

You pick up a pattern of the small fast flicks then slow languish ones that linger with a circle motion. You can tell he likes it because his toes curl and his breath hitches, and his cock twitches wildly in your hand.

Just the very tip of your tongue dips inside as your hand squeezes him and the mixed action makes him gasp tiny intakes of breath that make him sound so sweet. “Mmsoclose.” He struggles out through a shaky moan, hardly sounding coherent.

His legs spread wider on their own accord and your hard begins to move up and down his hardened cock faster, this time with a purpose. To your surprise, his strong hand finds its way to the back of your head, pulling your mouth closer to him. You seal your lips around his entrance, sucking in as your tongue laps over him once more.

He curses loudly and pulls you in even closer as you repeat the motions over and over again. You can feel him clenching and cock jerking as it begins to spill out of him. His open mouth babbles scattered noises, some rough and low others high pitches and whiney until his hand strongly grips your hair to the point of there being pain, accept you can’t seem to care.

You continue to work him with your mouth and hand until he rips you away, struggling to catch his breath. Your hand still wraps loosely around his cock and you stroke it a few times, just to watch the cum slowly leak from the tip.

“Fuck.” He looks to you as you stand, dropping your hand from him.

Unable to ignore the built up heat between your legs any longer, you rip off your shirt in one move and quickly undo your bra. He watches awestruck as you quickly rid yourself of your sweats and panties. His eyes fall to your chest, traveling down over the length of your body until a smirk appears on his lips.

“I still think you’re the desperate one.”

“Shut up. Let me ride you.”

It’s hard to recognize yourself as the person speaking, but It’s been the one thing you’ve been able to think about since the moment your eyes landed on his beautiful thick cock.

“I don’t know, I- I want to, but I don’t have another one in me.”

“You don’t have to cum, please it’ll only take me a few minutes, I need to cum so badly. Need your cock. Please Jake.” You don’t care that you’re begging, don’t care how embarrassing you must sound, you just need him. Right. Now.

“Okay yeah, come here Lovey, take a seat.”

Smiling, you climb over him, reaching back to position him as you slowly slide down, sighing at the slight stretch. When you bottom out, you grip your hands into the meat of his shoulders and watch his eyes stare at your bouncing tits when you start to move up and down.

He feels so big inside you, so warm and perfect. Every time you sit down fully, feeling his skin against yours, you can feel the weight of him hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. You tilt your head back, letting out a moan before the sound of him gritting his teeth painfully pulls you back, making you completely hault your motions.

“What’s wrong?” 

“It's just so… sensitive.” His eyes are still shut tight as he speaks. 

“Am I hurting you?”

“Just a little, but… just keep going, I want you to cum, wanna see it all over my cock.”

You frown, not wanting to cause him even a second's worth of pain, but when he sees that you won’t move yourself, his strong hands find their way to your hips and he holds you up so he can thrust his hips up to meet you. The swift action catches you off guard and your hands fall from his shoulders to rest on his knees behind you instead.

Something about him submitting himself to discomfort to please you makes you feel like some higher power, some god. All the power tonight has been rushing to your head, but it feels too good.

You watch his eyes flicker back and forth between your bouncing tits and connecting bodies and his eyes squint every few seconds. He looks so fucked out and he continues to snap his hips into you until his breathing becomes heavy and yours short.

Everytime he drives into you you can feel yourself coming a little more undone. Every pointed thrust hits at the exact perfect angle and you know it's only a matter of time before you completely lose it. He loses his rhythm, taking a break to rest his aching muscles before picking up an even faster and harder speed.

Your legs serve to be useless by the way he’s using all his strength to hold you up, so you have no choice but to sit limp and take the merciless thrusts he gives you. Something about the sudden loss of control makes your head spin and tightens the coil threatening to snap inside you.

“Fuck, Lovey you gotta cum, I can’t-fuckingtake it much longer… please, give it to me.”

His eyes shut tight and his brows knit together and that’s soon your body starts to shake. You can feel yourself coating him as he continues to drive into you, showing no signs of stopping. The sounds you’re making are absolutely unholy but you couldn’t be bothered in the slightest. 

You mutter his name over and over again until you can’t see straight. It takes you a second to realize how hard you’ve been gripping his shoulders so you release the hold as he begins to slow his movements. He comes to a stopping point and your vision clears until you see the marks you’ve made on his skin. He doesn’t even seem to notice, all he can look at is his cock sliding in and out of you until he stills deep inside.

You take a breath, regaining your footing as he shoots into you one last time, just to see the way your body shakes and clenches around him.

“Oh my fucking god, felt so good.”

He doesn’t respond, just looks at you dreamily, different than he’s looked before, like something has changed. You lift off of him and sit next to him on the couch, not caring in the slightest of the wet mess between your thighs. You lay your head on his shoulder and his hand immediately goes to stroke your hair, like a magnet to a metal.

“You know, no one has ever made me cum twice before.”

Your head perks up. “Really?”

“Yeah really, you’re the first.”

“Oh so I totally won the bet.”

“You did, you earned it.” He laughs slightly. 

“If I made you cum twice, for the first time ever, what does that make me?”

“Well every Sex God needs a Sex Goddess.”

You giggle against his warm skin.

“I’m serious though. Is my sex goddess doing anything this friday?”

“No, why?”

“Can I take you out?”

“Like on a real date?”

“Yes Lovey, like on a real date.”

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[whimsicalpolitical]

Night out - Ross Macdonald x Reader

in which ross and you are out and drunk and only have one thing on your mind

content warning: 18+ mdni, public filth, alcohol obv, smut, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), public make out, teasing

You and Ross are crammed into a booth with Polly, John, and some of their friends. The bar is loud and dimly lit, with the kind of buzz that comes when everyone’s had a bit too much to drink.

You’ve definitely had too much to drink, because Ross‘ arm around your shoulder makes you feel more than normally.

His fingers lazily play with your hair. He’s warm, and you can smell the whiskey on his breath. Polly’s telling some wild story, and everyone’s in stitches, but you’re too tipsy to follow. You just keep giggling, feeling light and happy. Ross looks at you, his eyes half-lidded and smiling.

“You alright, love?” he mumbles, leaning in close.

“Mhm, perfect.” You turn your head so you’re face to face with your boyfriend. You can feel his beard scratching your chin and cheeks and if you just move one tiny bit forward your lips would be on his.

But you don’t only want his lips on your lips, you want to feel him everywhere.

“Scoot closer,” you say, which is ironic cause your thighs are already sticking to one another.

“Closer?” Ross chuckles, his breath warm against your face. “I don’t think we can get any closer, love.” He shifts slightly, pressing his body more into yours, his knee bumping against yours under the table. The closeness makes your head spin in the best way, like you’re melting into him.

You grin, feeling playful despite the fog of alcohol in your mind. “I think you can try.”

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.” You tug at his shirt, pulling him even closer until his lips brush against your ear. His beard scratches your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’re dangerous when you’re drunk,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “S’ dangerous.”

You laugh, your hands finding their way into his hair, tugging gently. The bar and everyone in it seem to fade into the background, the sounds blurring into a distant hum. It’s just you and Ross, wrapped up in this bubble of intoxicated warmth.

“Now what?” He asks, “any requests?”

You turn your head back to the round realizing that no one cares what you do, so you don’t even think when you grip Ross’ wrist from his knee to yours.

“Kiss me first,” he murmurs.

So that’s what you do, but it’s a gentle generous peck, your hand finding his cheek and then as fast as it begins it’s over.

“That wasn’t a proper one.”

“I can’t give you a proper one, MacDonald. M’ gonna give you proper ones the second we’re home.”

Ross groans softly, the sound vibrating against your lips. “You’re gonna make it real hard to wait, you know that?”

You smirk, feeling bold. “That’s the point,” you tease, letting your thumb trace the line of his jaw.

He narrows his eyes at you, his grin widening. “Two can play that game, love.”

Before you can respond, he pulls you even closer.

From the other perspective it would just look like he’s whispering something in your ear.

However his mouth finds that spot just below your ear that drives you crazy. You shiver, your grip tightening on his shirt as he kisses you there, slow and deliberate. The room spins, but all you can focus on is the heat of his mouth on your skin and the way his hands feel as they slide up your back.

“Ross,” you whisper, a plea hidden in the sound of his name.

“Mhm?” he hums against your neck, not stopping for a second.

You’re both startled by a loud voice cutting through the haze.

“Another round!” one of Polly’s friends shouts, and the table erupts in cheers. A tray of shots appears as if by magic, and before you know it, someone’s pressing a glass into your hand.

Ross raises his glass to yours, smirking as he looks at you over the rim. “Cheers, love,” he says, clinking your glass with a playful wink. You both knock back the shots, the burn of the alcohol warming you from the inside out.

Polly starts talking, something about a crazy night out she had last weekend, her words blending with the noise around you. You try to focus, but your attention quickly shifts as Ross’s hand finds its way to your thigh. His touch is light at first, but as Polly continues, his fingers start to slowly inch their way up under your skirt.

“You up for having a bit of fun then?”

You glance at him, your breath catching, but he’s just sitting there, smirking into his empty glass like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It’s almost impossible to keep a straight face, your heart pounding as his hand moves higher, teasing and deliberate. The conversation continues around you, but all you can think about is the way Ross’s fingers are tracing patterns on your skin, making it harder and harder to sit still.

“Waiting for an answer,” he raises an eyebrow.

You nod but it makes him shake his head, “words or I’m not doing shit.”

“Yes,” you reply, “please.”

“There we go.”

He hums and brushes the back of his index over the fabric covering your cunt where you’re already hot and aching.

His fingers keep skimming over where you want him, and you can’t help leaning back to spread your legs wider.

“You’re gonna be quiet for me, aren’t you?” He asks, slowly pushing your underwear aside.

You hum your assent.

“Good girl,” he praises and nips at your earlobe before putting a decent amount of distance between your faces to engage in the conversation.

Ross slips his finger into your slit, between your lips to easily find your clit. You let out the quietest whimper as he first makes contact with you. Ross chuckles darkly with pride and gathers some of the arousal pooling in the seat of your panties to drag it up and coat your clit.

“Shit, Ross,” you hiss.

“Relax for me, I got you.”

He slides another finger under the fabric and slowly massages your lips, your clit, toys at your opening while your breath steadily picks up. You squirm in your seat, trying to stay still and quiet, but you feel the need and the tension start to build in your toes.

“Darling, are you alright? You look a bit flushed?” John squeeze your arm slightly which grips the glass on the table, you didn’t notice and you let the glass go quickly.

Ross turns towards you, “yeah, darling, you alright?”

You smile at John while internally cussing Ross out, “I’m fine, it’s just the alcohol.”

Everyone is content with your answer and don’t pay much attention to your fast breathing or white pupils.

You look at Ross through hooded eyes and he smiles at you, all warmth and fondness. He leans down to kiss you softly licking along the seam of your lips and you melts against him. He presses his thumb down hard against your clit and you gasp against his lips, sitting up straight.

“You’re doing good, love.”

Ross slides a finger inside you without meeting an ounce of resistance. He pumps once, and then adds a second.

He crooks his fingers inside of you, scissoring them and thumbing at your clit. You feel your heart start to flutter, the familiar feeling of an orgasm working its way all too fast down the length of your spine.

“So close, aren’t you, love?” he says as he walls start to contract around his fingers.

“Um-hmm,” she moans.

He shushes you and pulls you into him so you can hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Come for me then.”

You bite into the collar of his shirt to muffle your moans as you look out the window, feeling your orgasm coat Ross’ hand as he continues to pulse through the aftershocks. He doesn’t let pressure off your clit until your over-stimulated and whimpering, crossing your legs to get him to let her go.

“Wasn’t that quite alright?” he asks, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.

You roll your eyes at him trying to act modest and grab his glass with whiskey to take a sip.

He watches you as you drink and set it down again and then when you lick your lips and laugh into the conversation.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers into your ear before he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, “let me show you how gorgeous you are.”

“Let’s get out of here?”

“Don’t fuck me about, I’ll leave right now.”

“Me too.”

Ross grins from ear to ear at your eagerness to go home, because honestly he cannot wait another 10 minutes. So he just exes his drink and speaks into the round “I think we’ll call it a night, we’re both knackered.”

“Fair, I think hangover tomorrow is going to be shit,” Polly laughs, “we’ll just finish up.”

“Alright, we’ll see you soon then.”

You hug all of them as fast as possible and when you’re finally at the fresh air you stumble against a wall kissing, gripping each others clothes and slamming your mouths together.

“Need you,” you mumble against his mouth but don’t leave him any time to respond.

It is hard to control your hands as they run over Ross’ back. They yank and pull at his clothes of their own accord, begging for more contact. You want more. You can’t get enough of him no matter how much he gives you; your desire for him is like an empty cup that never gets full.

When he inevitably pulls away and the two of you catch your breath, you are floating. It is as if you are drifting through the sky, unable to take in a deep breath in the thin atmosphere. Your eyes flutter open and you take in Ross’ flushed face. His wet lips are tempting and so close.

“C’mere.” He chuckles.

His hands are at your waist tugging you closer to his own body, not standing the pressure in his boxers.

Pulling your hands from his back you reposition them around his neck and return your needy lips to his.

“We should get home,” he mumbles against your lips however his actions show no sign of him taking the initiative to leave.

“Mhm,” you agree, whining into his mouth when he lifts one leg and grinds his bulge against the thin fabric of your skirt.

“Fucks sake,” he groans, throwing his head back and stepping away, “not here, love. Let’s start walking.”

You nod and fix your shirt and skirt- not that anyone would care- and take his hand into yours.

You practically drag Ross down the street. The cool night air does little to calm the heat between you, every step feeling like it takes forever.

“Can’t get there fast enough,” Ross mutters, his voice low and rough with impatience. He glances at you with a look that sends a thrill down your spine, his eyes dark and full of intent.

You break into a giggle, the alcohol making everything feel funnier, lighter. “You’re the one who said we should start walking,” you tease, though your own steps quicken as you head towards the apartment.

By the time you reach the front door, you’re both breathless, more from the tension between you than the walk. Ross fumbles with the keys, cursing under his breath as his fingers slip, the two of you laughing at how ridiculous it all is.

Finally, the door swings open, and you barely make it inside before Ross is on you, pressing you against the wall just inside the entrance. His mouth finds yours again, desperate and hungry, as his hands roam over your body like he can’t get enough.

“Wait, wait. Need water first,” you manage to gasp out between kisses, tugging him in the right direction.

Ross lifts you off your feet, carrying you the short distance to the kitchen counter, where he sets you down near the sink.

He hurries to grab a glass of water, then he lets it overflow with water and then he presses it into your hand. “Here, don’t want you to die of thirst.”

He jokes and you giggle into the glass.

Ross’ hair is a mess, the hair tie barely holding them. He throws his black coat onto a chair behind him and when you think his shoes are next because he crouches down a bit you’re wrong.

He grips your thighs and pulls you closer to him. Your dripping pussy right in front of him.

“Need a taste of my own, yeah?”

You nod and watch him but most of all you feel him. First his fingers slide under your skirt to pull your panties down your legs.

“Don’t need them anymore.”

Then he lifts your skirt before he nips at your thigh a bit. “Absolutely fucking perfect, you know that right?”

“You tell me everyday.”

“As I should. A gorgeous woman like you should be told everyday.”

Your heart melts and he really does tell you everyday, the sweet feeling is spreading and you focus on his chocolate brown eyes until he’s looking away from your face.

“Take off your top for me, darling.”

You do as he says, not once feeling embarrassed or uneasy. He makes you feel at ease and safe.

“Thank you, love.”

His mouth is moving, his lips trailing down the inside of your thigh and towards where you're aching for him, slick and wet and throbbing. He takes his time, laying kisses on your thighs, hips, and stomach, his beard scraping the sensitive skin, huffing out a laugh when you start to squirm, your patience wearing thin.

His hands smooth over the soft flesh of your inner thighs, urging you to spread them wider before spreading you open with his thumbs, exposing you completely. His tongue is on you, sliding up the length of you and circling your clit. The moan that escapes you is embarrassingly loud and high pitched, but you don’t think about it, getting swallowed by the pleasure.

He hums against you, the sound and the feeling sending a shudder through your body. Your hands grip the counter and you try not to buck up into his mouth, but your attempts are futile.

He doesn't seem to mind though, in fact you think it spurs him on, his tongue flattening against you and lapping at you messily, the wetness he's coaxed from you smearing across his mouth and chin.

The sound is lewd and obscene, the sloppy, slick noises and the soft grunts and groans that rumble in his chest as he works you up. He pulls back, his breath coming out in pants, his chest heaving as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and hooded.

"Fuck me, darling. Wanted to taste you the whole night,” he says, his voice low and raspy. "You taste fucking divine"

His beard is shiny and damp, his lips glistening, hair messy from where your fingers were tangled in it.

The sight of him looking so completely disheveled and filthy has you clenching around nothing, the ache almost too much to bear.

He doesn't say anything else, just ducks his head and gets back to work, his mouth moving with a renewed urgency, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart, allowing him better access.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, a constant stream of moans and whines and babbling pleas and praises falling from your lips, but you're not really sure what you're saying, not really sure of anything except the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your veins.

You untie his hair and throw the tie somewhere across the room, tugging at his hair stronger but still not hurtful.

You hear him moan, can feel the vibration against your skin, and you glance down at him, and that's a mistake. The sight of him, his eyes closed and brows drawn together in concentration, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucks and nips and laps at you and- one hand stroking him over his pants.

A throaty moan tumbles past your lips as your hips start to rock, a rhythm forming as you chase your orgasm. His other hand leave your thigh and he slides one arm up, the weight of it resting against your abdomen to keep you still. His selfish hand decides to stop getting him off and finding the spot inside you that makes you crazy.

"Fuck, Ross, please, oh my god, I'm so- please" He groans in response, the hand on your stomach pressing down harder to meet the two fingers curling and stroking inside of you. You cry out at the increased pressure right as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud, his fingers moving faster and faster.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, knocking the wind out of you and turning your limbs to jello. He continues to work his fingers and tongue, happily letting you ride his face and grind into his mouth.

He doesn't let up, not until you're a whimpering, trembling mess, physically pushing his head away when it becomes too much. He pulls back reluctantly, a wicked grin plastered to his face, his chin and mouth absolutely soaked. You're panting, struggling to catch your breath as the aftershocks make you shiver despite the content warmth spreading throughout your entire body.

“My gorgeous girl, you alright?”

“Mhm.” You hum, your head falling forward to kiss his lips tasting nothing but you on them.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, suddenly everything is spinning around you.

“You’re not going to throw up, are you?”

“No, need a second.”

“Course, love. Come on, bedroom.”

He wraps your legs around his torso and carries you into your shared bedroom, then he lets you fall onto the bed.

He reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra before he throws it behind him, the eagerness making you giggle.

“Funny,” he smiles.

You sit up a bit, your hands reacher for his shirt to pull it off of him. “You’re so handsome.”

You attach your lips to his chest, stomach, hips, neck and then back to his lips. “Fucking hot.”

“Not as hot as my girl, hm.”

You’re back in your back and he’s on top of you, trying to fight the urge to grind against everything like a teenager.

He leans in and wraps his lips around a peaked nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, the gentle heat of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.

His mouth works on one breast, tongue flicking and teasing while his free hand continues its work on the other.

You whimper and he pulls away, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before giving it a sweet parting kiss.

He turns his attention to the other, his teeth grazing over the stiff peak and drawing a whine from your lips. He sighs when your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at the strands until he groans softly against you. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressing against it and dragging up and around, swirling and flicking. You're already breathless, panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Feels good, Ross," you whisper.

"I know, darling," he says, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he pulls away. "Let me make you feel better.”

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, pulling them both down simultaneously, then throwing them to wherever your bra is.

He drags his hand up and down his cock a few times before lining himself up at your entrance.

“I never thought I would want to shag you any more than I already do.” He whispers.

“Ross,” you laugh.

“I mean it,” he leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, “you’re everything.”

“Sap,” you joke.

You run your hand through his hair, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance. You suck in a soft breath of air as he slowly begins to fill you up, allowing you the time to grow accustomed to the way he feels inside you.

"Fucks sake, fuck.”

You groan softly, wrapping your arms around him as you hold him to your chest, smiling up at him softly. "Feels so good."

Ross buries his face in your neck, slowly moving his hips. "You’re so good. So fuckin'.... so fuckin' good for me. A dream." His words are hot, guttural, melding in to your skin.

You shudder, dragging your nails down the length of his back, resting them on his ass. His movements grow harder, wilder, every inch of his throbbing cock deep within your walls.

"Christ, Ross."

He groans against you, propping himself up on his palms to watch your face. His nose brushes against yours as he leans forward, lips pressing to yours in a burning kiss.

"Love how you say my name." He whispers as he pulls away from your mouth.

"Ross." You mumble, a teasing grin cascading on to your face.

With a smile of his own, Ross’ hand traces across your neck, down your shoulders, fingers tickling the skin of your arm before he reaches your hand. Ross holds it in his own, lacing your fingers tightly within his, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

His thrusts are steadier now that your are were on each other, hand held tightly in his own as he takes the feeling of you in. The way your pussy clenches around him, the way your body feels tight on his.

His fingers go to your clit which makes you shudder, feeling overwhelmed because of your first two orgasms.

“You can come for me one more time, can’t you?”

“Y-yeah.”

You both look into each others eyes, savoring the moment even though there’s a high chance you won’t remember anything tomorrow.

He resumes his movements, rubbing your clit as he thrusts in to you.

"I- fuck," he moans, eyes glossed over with desire. You know he’s close but he won’t come unless you do.

"Ross, Ross- I-“ your hips are bucking with his.

"Yeah? Come for me.”

That's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your back arches off the mattress as your third orgasm washes over you, vision blurring white. Ross grabs ahold of you and pulls you up, legs wrapping around his waist as he holds you, pumping up into you as you shiver and shutter against him. You chant his name like a mantra, crying out against him.

"Fuck,”

Ross groans, primal noises filtering out as his dick convulses inside of you, his hot cum painting the inside of your cunt. You moan at the feeling of being properly full, grinding against him gently as you sit on his lap, your arms holding each other close and tight.

“I love you,” you giggle when you fall back into the mattress, goosebumps filling you skin when Ross pulls out of you.

“I love you.”

You stare at one another as though you had never known anyone else, eyes searching, reaching for the soul, sparkling with love, swimming with adoration.

His fingers trace down your back, humming softly against your head.

“You still fit, love?”

“Depends,” you groan.

Ross laughs and presses apology kisses against your shoulder, “let’s take a bath? How’s that sound, hm? Helps with the soreness.”

You think for a second, staying quiet and nuzzling deeper into his skin. “alright.”

“Alright,” he chuckles. “Come here then.”

[ezekyen]

﹐﹕ four more days .

ʚ synopsis: it's barely even a week into your business trip but suguru can't help but miss you so he takes matters into his owm hands.

WARNINGS ‧ f! reader (implied : mentioned only) , pwp (sorta) | needy suguru , masturbating : pillow humping , scent kink : he's sniffing your dirty undies , suguru loves good girls !!

IT'S BEEN APPROXIMATELY three days, six hours, and 30 minutes since you left for your business trip. Suguru knows this, in fact, he's been keeping it in check since the moment you left throgh the door.

You were scheduled to come home four days later. Four whole days later. You've sent him photos of yourself - and Suguru has returned the favor graciously by sending you pictures of his hard cock - and you've even called each other when things got too stuffy in hopes it would ease the longing feeling eating away at bothe of you, but it does nothing but make both of you crave the other even more.

Suguru was getting impatient, these three days without you have been torturous and he doesn't think he'll last another four days without you.

Which is exactly why he found himself in this current possition, sweatpants long discarded on the ground with a pillow sandwhiched between his legs. His cock is hard and leaking, precum drooling onto the pillow. He's holding his phone in one hand - an incriminating video of you, legs spread with your fingers knuckles deep into your soaked cunt, decorating the screen - while the other held your dirty underwear tightly, pressed against his nose.

Suguru groans, helplessly bucking his hips against the pillow and hissing at the friction it brings on his swollen dick. He takes a heavy whiff your panties, the stench of your pussy on the fabric accompanied by the sound of your moans from the video driving him half-insane. "Suguru ~" You whine helplessly.

"Baby— God, fuck," He groans, quickening his pace. He wraps your underwear around his cock and strokes himself, the mere idea of having remnants of your pussy juice all over his dick making him whimper.

He fucks himself into his hand, imagining it was you beneath him, imagining himself burried deep into that wet heat. He squeezes himself as if to mimic the way he knows your walls would clench around his cock, how it would suck him in desperately because he knows you just love it when you're being such a good girl for him.

Your cries of pleasure echo in his ear and it's enough to send him spiraling over the edge, thick ropes of come soaking your underwear and the pillow between his legs. He shudders, steadily flicking his wrists a few more times to ride out his orgasm.

Post-nut clarity kicks in and Suguru can't help but blush red, baffled that he came so fast with nothing but a video and your used panties. Then again, Suguru thinks, it was your fault for being so sexy, for leaving him so needy.

He pants softly, staring at his phone. The video is still playing, your moans being reduced to soft and gentle whimpers as you rub your sensitive clit, a mantra of Suguru's name leaving your lips. Suguru's takes note of how flushed you look, cheeks pink and your cunt a wet mess.

He feels his cock twitch. He's hard again.

He groans

Four more days.

a/n ‧ first nsfw work and it's needy suguru; how fitting. it's kinda short ,, please be kind LOL hope you guys liked it <3

— © ezekyen ‘24 ﹕ do not steal, copy, repost.

[theearlgreymage]

Levi craves anything, everything. Whatever it takes to drown out the sound of the rain. Because the shower of water against the window pane always makes Levi think of that day. The first few times a storm rolled through the barracks, Levi had found and locked himself in a small closet. He’d slid down to the wooden floor and curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his knees. It was the same position that he’d assumed in the hallway of the brothel whenever his mother worked, and it was the same position that Kenny had found him in as a child after his mother ultimately died. He stayed like that, rocking himself gently, until the thunder and harsh winds that battered the wooden side of the building passed. But once Erwin got his hands on Levi, those days stopped. Instead of spending the passage of a thunderstorm alone in a confined space made up of panels of stone and wood, Levi now spent them wrapped up in affection – confined by hard muscle and the warmth of another body.

Nobody ask me what the ever living fuck this is, because I haven't a fucking clue. I plead demonic possession. It's the only solution honestly.

Anyways.

I am starving for some likes and kudos 🥺

Read it here on AO3

Additional information below the cut ✂️

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith

Additional Tags: Thunderstorms, During Canon, post-ACWRN, Pre-Canon, Emotions, Hurt/Comfort, minor PTSD, Anxiety, Grief/Mourning, Rain, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Biting, Manhandling, Restraints, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Come Swallowing, Aftercare, Bottom Levi Ackerman, Bottom Levi Ackerman/Top Erwin Smith, Top Erwin Smith, Submissive Levi Ackerman, Dominant Erwin Smith, Light Dom/Sub, Dom/Sub Undertones, Spanking, Hair-Pulling, Spit, Spitting, Erwin spits in Levi’s mouth I don't know how the fuck to tag that, it has some depraved moments I haven't a clue what I'm doing right now, Possessive Behavior, Gay Sex, Rough Sex, Established Relationship, Established Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Inspired by Fanart, Not Beta Read, fuck it we ball, They're so in love your honor

Summary:

Levi craves anything, everything. Whatever it takes to drown out the sound of the rain. Because the shower of water against the window pane always makes Levi think of that day. 

The first few times a storm rolled through the barracks, Levi had found and locked himself in a small closet. He’d slid down to the wooden floor and curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his knees. It was the same position that he’d assumed in the hallway of the brothel whenever his mother worked, and it was the same position that Kenny had found him in as a child after his mother ultimately died. He stayed like that, rocking himself gently, until the thunder and harsh winds that battered the wooden side of the building passed. But once Erwin got his hands on Levi, those days stopped. Instead of spending the passage of a thunderstorm alone in a confined space made up of panels of stone and wood, Levi now spent them wrapped up in affection – confined by hard muscle and the warmth of another body. 

[merv606]

Omegaverse, but it's an arranged marriage between Alpha!Terry and Omega!Daniel. In this verse, Omegas are well regarded, and loved by everyone--you harm an Omega, it's instant death!--but they're also deeply sheltered, totally innocent, and very naive. 

So when 18 year old Daniel gets married to Terry, an Alpha he only met physically on his wedding day (though they've exchanged information and pictures), he has no idea what awaits him on his wedding night. Or what Terry wants from him, as he's the one who set up this whole arrangement, after looking up Daniel's information, seeing what a good mate and parent he would be, as well as seeing his pretty little face, his tight, tiny body...Daniel only thinks that now that they're married, he'll be a proper little claimed Omega to his handsome Alpha, and he'll take care of their home, and Terry will have his business, and the pups will show up within a year like they do to all mated pairs. That's it, then! 

...So here they are, in the lavish hotel suite where Terry's spared no expense. It's gorgeous, and his little Omega is very well pleased--Terry moreso, because he loves to flaunt all that he can give to the boy, now his mate. But the boy is also adorably tired from the long day, so Terry tells him to go ahead and get ready for bed, and that he'll be waiting for him in the--their--bedroom. Daniel blushes, and steps up on his tip-toes, and kisses him on his cheek, and it's the cutest thing--Terry hurries off, to slip into his monogrammed robe and wait a few annoying minutes to devour him. Or so he thinks. 

Daniel comes out soon, looking like an angel in a sweet white silk night-blouse that falls a little above his knees, and Terry feels his mouth water with every flash of smooth, tan skin he can see. "I thought you'd be tucked in for bed already, Sir," Daniel says, wondering why Terry is seated at the edge of the bed like that, on the alert. "Aren't you sleepy?"

Terry smiles, opening his arms to welcome the boy. "I'm not in the slightest, Danny-boy." He's very pleased when Daniel steps right into his embrace, and cuddles into him, his slender body soft and warm. Welcoming. Terry rests his hand at the small of his back, right above where his plump little ass starts to curve. Fuck. "In fact, I've been waiting a long time for this."

"For what?" Daniel asks with a smile, looping thin arms around Terry's neck. Terry sees the cluelessness in his eyes, the innocence of that smile. Oh. Wait a minute. Surely--

"Don't you know, sweetheart?" 

Daniel tilts his head. It's almost painfully cute. "Know what?"

"...What is expected on one's wedding night. And well, now that we are mated." 

"Sure I do!" Daniel says cheerfully, moving to sit on Terry's lap. His legs dangle off, his blouse rides up. Shit, Terry can see his small little nipples brush against the silk; he can feel that soft ass against his rapidly hardening cock. Terry feels like he's going insane. "Now that we're married, and mated, we can sleep together!"

"Ah yes, about that." Terry says. His voice did not just crack. "When you say sleep together--"

Daniel blinks. "Y'know...share a room? And a bed. That's why all mated pairs share a bedroom. Only after marriage, my Priest always said! We can cuddle and kiss and even share a pillow. It's so nice!" Daniel pauses with a happy, contented sigh, then looks him deep in the eye, doe-eyes widening even more. "Wait...Sir...Terry, um. Didn't you...know that?"

Terry doesn't know whether to laugh or groan. This can't be happening to him. Were all Omegas like this, kept in the dark to this extent, or only this sweet, sheltered boy, raised by a single Beta mother and an old Alpha who was like a grandfather to him? "Daniel, darling...I think you're the one who doesn't know some ah...things."

Daniel scrunches his nose adorably, looking absolutely confused. That's it. Terry gets up suddenly, rising so quickly that Daniel squeaks, holding on for dear life. He squeaks even more when Terry lays him down on the bed against the pillows, and traps him there with his body. 

"Wha--?" Daniel says cutely. His blouse has slipped off to expose a narrow, smooth shoulder. That's going to be marked up come tomorrow morning Terry thinks with a dangerous smirk. He moves his hands to press Daniel's tiny wrists into the pillow on either side of his head, and dips his head to lick a wet stripe up his slender throat. The boy arches a little at that, whimpering at the new sensation, unknowingly exposing more of his neck to Terry's hungry mouth. His skin flushes beautifully--fuck, Terry thinks as he sucks a furious kiss into that throat, it's actually better this way. Taking his virginity is wonderful enough, and being the first--and only--to ever lay hands upon him was even moreso--but showing this truly innocent boy what pleasure was, and what really happens between an Alpha and an Omega--well. That was the most wonderful part of all. 

"But don't worry, Danny," Terry says lowly, mouth moving up kiss by kiss until he reaches his plump, plush mouth, "I'm going to show you everything." The boy moans sweetly into the kiss, his body trembling already. "And you're going to love what I, and only I, can give you."

(And the next morning, Daniel wakes up from where he's curled against his Alpha's bare chest, held tight in his powerful arms. Well...they definitely didn't teach him what happens on one's wedding night in his Catholic finishing school, that's for sure. But...Daniel thinks, blushing furiously, remembering the previous night and how his body had literally cried out in pleasure, for Terry's touch--it was a very pleasant surprise. Even if it did leave him covered in hickies and bite marks all over. And well, really sore in the best of ways and places.

And, when Terry wakes up, Daniel wants to know if they can do it again, but Terry just pleasures him in other ways, as the poor boy is still very sore from all that ravishment last night. Daniel fusses and whines and pouts at that, but Terry just kisses him quiet. Brat! Now that he's got a taste of it, he'll want it all the time. Not that Terry minds in the slightest...heh. Though he'll have to tell the boy about where pups really come from too, he supposes. Sigh.) 

This is Macchio at 18/19 as your request specifically mentions 18

Now for size comparison I present:

And Macchio at 19

And now - Terry holding a baby for good measure:

Now, I have had this ask forever / been adding bits and pieces to it here and there.

I still feel I have not done it the justice it deserves but I have to release it to the wild.

1,000 apologies on how long this took.

I would make one small addendum - Terry knows Daniel - ever since he presented - and won his hand in marriage. He offered the biggest dowry and ensured the family would be well taken care of - and Daniel had been the one to agree.

Daniel doesn’t come from much but with his rare male omegas status and his looks - he could have his pick and Terry is one of the richest men in the country.

Soooo NSFW - also given the ask itself - what follows should be expected although laying into the purity aspect a bit hard.

Terry wakes the next morning, before his mate, who is dead to the world, asleep on his stomach snoring soundly into his pillow.

The sheets have slipped down, the smooth slope of his narrow back on display - Terry tracing his hand down it, coming to rest above the swell of his ass which is still covered by the silk sheets.

Daniel humps into the mattress ever so slightly as Terry squeezes the small mounds of perfect flesh, and he flips suddenly, on his back now, but still fast asleep although his cock is starting to tent the sheets as it fills and swells.

For someone who had no idea what the marriage bed meant, he certainly took to it (and took it).

For all the boy’s innocence, he had loved every second of last night and his first introductions to the world of physical love with his alpha husband as his able bodied tutor.

Enthusiastic and welcoming even if he was unpractised and clumsy, it was the best sex Terry thinks he’s even had too.

The boy thought, really was too innocent - even for an omega.

He may have been a bit overcome and overwhelmed with some things but was more than willing, even if some coaxing had been involved, too overcome shyness, while other times giving into his natural instincts beautifully,

Though he'll have to tell the boy about where pups really come from too he supposes. Sigh.

Although, he places a hand on his stomach, easily taking up the vast expanse of it, he should tell him that sooner rather than later.

If last night was any indication, the boy, if not pregnant already, surely will be by the time his scheduled heat hits, which of course, given his status as an omega about to married (and bred) into a higher station, was tracked, and was privileged information given to his husband upon their marriage.

Terry knows it’s only a few weeks away.

The boy is also not on birth control or suppressants - Terry forbidding them - his right as the alpha - and he wants his mate with child as soon as possible.

Yes, it will have to be sooner rather than later / given last night - he’d be surprised if his younger mate isn’t already in that state and if he isn’t he will be before too long - given how often he’s apparently going to want it.

Omegas can fall pregnant outside of heats, but an alpha taking them during one is a guarantee that in nine months, you’ll be holding a pup in your arms.

He rubs a large hand on his mate’s small, and as for now, flat stomach, although that won’t be for long. There will be a child, Terry’s child, in there soon enough. He smirks.

Terry supposes he will have to explain that sooner rather than later.

His mind drifts back to last night.

He knew the boy was coddled, had been guaranteed pure - and was - Terry had been present when they did the required check - a necessary step for someone of Terry’s station - that his mate and future bearer of children of his line be pure - but this is turning out to be ……this level of blissful ignorance was more than even Terry was expecting.

Normally omegas aren’t quite so sheltered - they may not know the nitty gritty but the general idea of what is expected of them.

Normally omegas did have some vague idea of their duties - of their role in the bedroom and pleasing their alpha.

Still, he can work with that - Daniel’s ignorance of what is meant to happen - what will happen.

“Come here sweetheart,” he holds out an arm gesturing to his husband, patting the bed, the spot right next to him, and the alpha is more than pleased when the omega listens without hesitation, sitting by his side so close their bodies are touching at every point possible.

Next to the bed is champagne on ice and many fruits already laid out plus decadent desserts - topped with whipped creams so sweet you can smell the fat and sugar wafting of them Carrie’s the light he warm night air. Terry had noticed his little omega had a sweet tooth and ordered every dessert he could think of.

It’s both A sign that the alpha can provide and take care of the omega - wedding nights can be energy draining especially on omegas who have no experience in the physics aspects of love and Terry is a very virile alpha and has had his eye on Daniel for quite some time. He has been counting down to this night, this very moment, so tonight is going to be a night neither will forget.

The tradition would be the omega to get up and fetch the celebratory drink but Terry stands, his back to the omega before he turns with the flutes in hand.

He gives him some champagne, and out of sight he slips in something (a common practise) to both relax the omega and help with the nerves that will be sure to come alive when he realizes what his role is in all of this.

He tells Daniel as such, when he hands him the glass, watching him take a sip - “it’ll help relax you,” and Daniel looks puzzled - he’s not nervous, why should he be but he trusts Terry, and the champagne is good.

It’s going to happen regardless, he will take his boy as is his right, consummate this union so that his claim to Daniel will be complete and irrefutable, and it will only help to enhance the pleasure. His mate is already consenting anyway, although to what he has no idea. His mate is not only inexperienced / scratch that / has no experience - has no clue what is about to happen - but is smaller than Terry and although some discomfort will be expected, he is going to do everything in his power to ensure this is a good experience but he cannot trust his own patience.

The priest and everyone else waiting outside to verify the marriage was consumed will hear the little omega scream in pleasure for Terry - he wants the rumours of this night to fade into legend and to which everything else is compared.

Besides, the shame an alpha experiences if they cannot please their omega, and how easy it is for omega to find new alphas, would cast a shadow on the entire Silver house.

“You mentioned kids?” Terry says as he watches the smooth column of his mate’s throat work to swallow the champagne.

“Oh yes,” Daniel says. “I want a big family.”

It was one of the things discussed when Terry had made the offer for Daniel’s hand - that a large family was expected - sooner rather than later and by sooner he meant as soon as the boy was properly his.

He planned to put him on his cock and not let him off until it happened.

“Do you know what that means?” He asks now, and he hopes Daniel has at least some idea of how the mechanics of it works - the logistics.

“The priest only said that once married they are gifts from your alpha. Do …. Do you not know how?”

Terry groans, his hand covering his eyes, thumb and forefinger on either side of his temple, squeezing.

“The priest said you would,” and Daniel looks worried now, truly worried.

Terry gathers a hand worrying at the hem of the night shirt in his own.

“I do,” and the smile he gets almost has him putting his mate face down ass up for him.

“Is that all he said though?”

Daniel scutches his face thinking.

“He said you would put life in me but when I asked he said it wasn’t his place / it would be yours to tell me - that it’s your right to show me .

He smiles now.

“Will you?” He asks, eyes bright and oh so wide.

Terry leans forward now, pressing their lips together and Daniel happily opens his mouth for his husband to explore.

Terry rubs his chest through the thin material of the shirt, nipples hardening against the outline of the shirt, before slipping a hand under to feel warm flesh - nothing between them.

He undoes a few buttons, that’s all it takes, and Daniel’s Hands come up in an attempt to covering his chest.

“None of that now - I’m your husband,” he takes his head in his hands. “I’m your mate - if not for my eyes than for who’s?”

“You belong to me now,” Terry explains as he wraps a hand around Daniel’s small fragile wrist, easily encircling the whole thing, although it’s just a suggestion. He could force his hand down but he rubs at the thin skin of the vulnerable underside of his wrist instead, in a gentling soothing gesture.

Daniel drops his hands albeit slowly, curious now, this new sensation - the throbbing between his legs as his husband takes a small brown nipple into his mouth sucking it into a hardened peak, as Daniel cries out at the feelings and sensations it evokes - so different than his husbands fingers moments before.

“Small but sensitive,” he remarks and Daniel’s face burns, his husband sucking his nipple until the small nib hardness, tongue swirling around it. He sucks in bruises all over the narrow chest while his hand slowly moves up his thigh. Daniel widens his legs on instinct, his body just reacting to the touch, too overwhelmed - and distracted by Terry’s mouth on his chest to be embarrassed at what that looks like.

His body seems to know what to do even if Daniel is unsure. He also trusts his husband will show him.

A large hand continues smoothing up his thigh, disappearing under the nightshirt inching closer to their prize and Daniel breaks the kiss to whimper as Terry presses his fingertips to his wet entrance - his legs falling open.

Terry switches the boy from his lap to the bed, lowering him to it, swinging a leg over him, covering his little omega with his body, and his leg comes up on either side of the alpha, as Terry helps Daniel hitch his legs up higher around his sides.

He sits back, taking off his shirt and Daniel blushes but it’s nothing compared to the blush when his night shirt is ruched up to his waist, his husband exposing Daniel’s most intimate place to his eyes which slowly sweep up and down him.

His husband spreads his legs, exposing him completely, and Daniel tries to close them, face flushing.

Terry rubs at his entrance and the little bud above it, right under his cock.

Tight circles that become looser as slick pours out, Terry gathering it up before returning his fingertips back to the swollen spot, warm and throbbing.

Thin hips working, Daniel whimpering as he feels himself tighten, and a gush of something, a wave of pleasure washing over him.

He is very wet down there - he’s afraid he has peed himself, but he doesn’t have much time to worry as gentle but insistent Fingers press at the slick folds, before Terry ducks his head down.

“Terry what,” he starts to ask but it breaks off into a sinful moan as Terry licks up through them, tasting him, and Daniel arches up, back bowing completely off the bed, only his shoulders still touching the mattress, crying out as his thighs tremble, the tongue on his sensitive hole and bud.

Not knowing what to do he places his hands on his husband’s head, thighs shaking violently now, pushing himself into his husband’s face - and he feels that same heat from moments earlier building again, building, like waves crashing this time, where before it felt like waves gently lapping at the shore. When it crashes this time, it’s sharp and sudden, and he hears a high pitched noise before he realizes it’s coming from him.

He comes a second time like that - screaming out his pleasure, thighs shaking, hole gushing slick.

Now he’s really afraid he’s peed himself.

When Terry comes up his face is soaked and shiny.

Terry wants the first thing opening him up to be his cock but a thick finger enters him- testing to see how ready he is. Some discomfort will be expected / the size difference and this being his first time but he wants to avoid hurting his little mate as much as he can.

A second one and he whimpers - Terry rubbing his stomach, fingers fucking in, wet squelching noises, his thumb rubbing at the bud small above his omega opening, before coming up to wrap around his smaller omega cock.

Three now, and the sheets are soaked, Terry’s hand is soaked and so is Daniel’s cunt, slick everywhere, the scent drowning Terry, his cock Rick hard wanting inside that tight heat.

And now Terry’s need cannot be ignored any longer.

“What,” he asks as Terry withdraws his fingers with a dirty squelch, his husband stepping between his open legs.

“Just stay nice and relaxed for me baby.”

His cock swipes up through the wet mess - Daniel’s slick and Terry’s spit/ his head at the entrance pressing against it, teasing.

He doesn’t mean to put that inside me, Daniel thinks “.

Terry’s cock is bigger than Daniel’s - the way for most alphas - omegas having a second opening under their cocks to allow for conception although the priest had not explained that to him.

The priest had said the alpha would put life inside him but nothing beyond that - is this what he meant.

He can’t surely mean,…. But then the head of his cock is dipping inside his entrance with the barest of pressure, and then seconds later his body is opening up / no choice - the gentle but insistent press of his husband’s hips as his walls open up to accommodate as each inch slips inside, the length of him as it keeps pushing inside never ending, the width of him spearing him open.

It’s a lot - and there is a slight twing of discomfort and when he winces the alpha rubs the head of his cock, cooing nonsense to him and he feels himself relax around the intrusion slowly carving out a spot inside him.

“That’s it,” Terry praises to his husband, “be a good little omega for your husband - let me in.”

It’s a struggle but he relaxes into it, his hole feels Ike it’s stretched beyond what is possible, his body split open on the thick intrusion, the pressure overwhelming, but there is a feeling there, of completeness.

He feels consumed - changed in ways he didn’t know were possible.

When he’s inside all the way, Terry places a hand on his stomach, as he starts moving inside him.

Before he picks up the pace, holding the boys legs in both hands, pressing them up and open, looking down as he claims his mate, cock moving in and out with ease now.

It feels odd, so foreign - nothing has been inside him before - didn’t even realize something could be inside him - and he whimpers every time Terry pulls back even a few inches. Even though he’s still inside Daniel keeping him wide open, he feels how much Terry has truly hollowed his open - carving a spot inside of Daniel just for him / making his body fit to his needs, rearranging him.

Daniel doesn’t know if he can take much more, it’s too much, overwhelming….. he’s soaking, the slick helping his husband as his hips piston in and out.

Fingers clench the sheets, back arching, as his chest heaves.

Terry takes a tantalizing nipple back into his mouth sucking as he fucks in and out, Daniel’s hand wrapping around his own cock and he comes, tightening around his husband inside him, hard as steel and it’s so fucking good, to feel his hole clench around the intrusion, walls tightening, wringing out the pleasure.

A deep groan and his husband spends inside him, even if he doesn’t really know that, but he can feel the throb and pulse.

He had laid there after, hole sore , but not in a bad way. In a way that a strained muscle feels good when you press in on it, tender but yielding.

So that’s what the priest meant by do your omega duty he had thought.

And why the handmaidens had giggled when they helped him into his ceremonial shirt for the mating ceremony - telling him to lie back, spread his legs, and let his alpha satisfy himself for the consummation, they had called it.

It’s what good omegas and mates do - keep their alphas happy.

To do his duty and produce heirs although no one would tell Daniel how that happened - it always just did.

The handmaidens giggling saying his alpha would know what to do.

Just be warm and welcoming - receptacle to the alpha.

Daniel wonders now, if Terry did and more importantly is he satisfied - he feels it - or at least, what he thinks it means anyway.

He had snuggled into his husband’s broad side, falling asleep almost instantly.

——-

He rolls over now, waking.

“Good morning,” his husband says, kissing his nose. “How do you feel?”

A moment of boldness passes and he takes Terry’s hand and moves it to his hole, fingers tracing the slippery rim but Terry doesn’t dip them inside like he did last night.

Inside, he rubs at his lazily, before bringing his hand up to Daniel’s mouth so he can taste himself.

“I think we’ll wait a bit before we do that again.”

Daniel pouts, fingers slipping free from

His mouth.

“Trust me,” Terry says, although Daniel is making it hard to do the right thing. “There are other things we can do,” he chuckles.

“Like what?” He asks, head cocked to the side.

Terry traces his mouth, his plump lips. In a Few minutes those are going to be wrapped around his cock.

“I’ll show you,” he promises, but before he can put the boy on his knees.

“So - where do babies come from?” he asks.

[yeyinde]

psychic!Reader being relentlessly stalked and terrorised by dead!Ghost.

He's not sure how he died, but considering the aura he has wrapped around him, it was vicious and violent. And while you're no stranger to helping the dead cross over when they need it, but he can't. Or won't. Everything you try doesn't work, and he soon decides that he's fine with that.

Prefers, instead, to follow you around. And at first, it's fine. He explores the world around him—intangible, untouchable—and asks snarky questions about why you're the only the one who can see him. How this came to be. But then he grows bored. Restless. Shifts into bad jokes. Taunts.

Finds the most amusement, though, in muttering in your ear about all the filthy things he'd do to you if he had his body back—in broad daylight, no less. All explicit, ugly things about testing your flexibility. Bending your knees to your ears. Getting that pretty little mouth on his cock—

Watches you shower. Drawls about having you put on a show for him. Slides into the bed with you when he can manipulate and solidify his form better. Icycold hands against your breasts. Squeezing your ass.

Most ghosts continue with their routine. Go on with their lives. Cogs in the machine. But he spends his time messing with you.

The problem, however, is that ghosts can only do much to interact with the physical world. Knocking things over. Stomping their feet down the halls. Saying a word. A name. A whisper. Cold air. Static. A slamming door.

But Simon's pinches hurt. His hand sometimes feels warm when he cups your beasts, or curls his palm over the nape of your neck, pulling you toward his groin only to huff when your face slips through it.

"not there yet, are we?" he drawls, but holds you there anyway just because he can.

Sometimes you have to remind yourself he's a ghost. A spectre. He can't really hurt you.

But when he nuzzles his face into your neck, and bites down so hard it burns, you find yourself unable to explain the raw, bloodied imprint of his teeth there the next morning. Or how warm, how solid, his body feels when he pulls you against his chest, hands groping at you as he stares at the mark he left with something primal twisting across his once pellucid face. Darkening with malintent. Desire.

Maybe you should have taken his threats a little more seriously after all.

[vvvvvvvvvvw]

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[ghostedbunnie]

thinking about how 141 men would take advantage of christmas or just a cold weather in general.

fem! reader, 18+ minors do not interact!!

johnny definitely takes some mistletoe and waits for the perfect opportunity to be like "oi look a' that bonnie, a tradition is a tradition." and he just swoops in on you to literally maul you. slobbers all over you like a dog, pants into your mouth and grabs handfuls of your ass unapologetically. honestly half of his brain shuts down as soon as he has his hands and mouth on you. also doesn't care about timing or privacy, he'd do this in front of a room full of people.

simon is a meanie. he loves coming back inside to your home, catching you unawares while you're singing some christmas songs and baking. it doesn't help that he can only be heard when he wants to so you really stand no chance. he walks up to you and shoves his cold ass hands under your sweater and holds on to you so you can't even move away. he would start by grabbing your hips and quickly moving forward to cup your boobs while you whine about the goosebumps. he definitely ends up grinding onto your ass and whispering into your ear about how he can warm you right up.

kyle lets you talk him into matching ugly sweaters mostly because he is too hot to look bad in anything. he loves seeing you happy so he will do anything. if you are celebrating with your family or friends he is literally the picture perfect boyfriend that gets everyone oohing and aahing. he helps you with the tree decorating when something is out of your reach (but he lets you try to do it yourself just to see the sweater ride up and show of your skin, he is still cheeky) and he always tastes your cooking telling you exactly what it is that you're missing and have been trying to figure out for the past 10 mins. but his mind is playing out scenarios in which he's gonna get to the lacy lingerie he saw you wearing underneath the sweater.

now john is more lowkey about christmas, if he was on his own he wouldn't even bother with a tree. he does end up getting one for you ofc (after mean mugging few part-timers that tried to flirt with you but every time you looked at him he didn't let anything show but the guys there started giving you a wide berth). he will bring you to a work christmas party that he was forced to go by laswell and when he sees people bring their kids and you interacting with them, his mind starts racing with some wild thoughts about how your christmas could look next year. when he corners you in the bathroom and locks the door the only response to your wide-eyed stare is that he is "gettin' into the christmas spirit, love. jus' like you wanted."

[padfootastic]

can’t help but think of how, if we choose to go by sirius’ characterisation as a private, arrogant teen who only lets a select few into his circle, sirius’ post-azkaban life just have been such an utterly humiliating experience for him.

especially OoTP. when he has all these near strangers in his childhood house, that he hated and loved and ran away from and couldn’t ever escape. if he spent his entire pre-azkaban existence building a cold and aloof persona, not letting people know what his home life had been like, then to have all of these people get a front row seat to it because of kreacher and portrait walburga’s shenanigans must have been near unbearable. to have the entire order, including snape whom he disliked and mistrusted, hear the kinds of names he’s being called.

not only does he have to deal with the retraumatisation of his childhood, but also the fact that he’s flayed open for everyone to see. it’s not only his freedom, innocence, dignity that has been snatched from him but his privacy also. it’s such a cruel thing to experience, on top of everything else.

to have literal children, his godson who he has been kept away from all this while, whom he presumably wants to be able to look up to him, to have him see into the deepest parts of his soul. to have to be so weak in front of him. not only is he subjected to such vileness but he also cannot do anything about it.

sirius has not had a moment of peace in all the time we knew him. it is indignity upon indignity that is heaped onto him. every other character has gotten a moment of respite but him. it fully breaks my heart.

[jessaerys]

the thing about doing archeological excavations on livejournal is that you will find the most fucked up, horrific, legitimately sadistic, gorey torture fanfiction for your favourite characters, and it is not only in character but also well written, and then you look at the comments and they're all like 'ohmigod SQUEE!! *dies crying*" and you know what? they don't make fandom like that anymore

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[thomashelbyswife]

Thomas Shelby - Peaky Blinders S3E5

[edorazzi]

Page 26 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix learns the exact terms of breaking a Miraculous bond, and Plagg is a creepy little beastie! 🔮👁️

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