#tour guide buck

[homerforsure]

Ahem: 2

Tour Guide!Buck

My beloved ♥️

💗💗💗 I love him so. This maybe got away from me a little bit sorry about that.

Once he glues himself to Buck’s side, Patrick doesn’t seem to have any trouble at all maneuvering the segway (though he still wobbles at every single street corner, making Buck reach out to steady him.) Eddie scowls at him from near the back of their small group, unable to even feel smug about his own superior driving skills when he still feels incredibly silly about even being on a segway in the first place. He reminds himself that he’s not here for history or for the sound of Buck’s laugh. All that matters are street signs, short cuts and landmarks so Eddie focuses his attention on the shapes of the buildings he’s passing by, trying to imagine where he is in relation to home, to the station, and how he might find his way back again on a less embarrassing mode of transportation. 

They pass Staples Center and LA Live, the Convention Center and the Grammy Museum. The big clock in Grand Hope Park helpfully reminds Eddie just how long he’s going to be trapped in his own personal hell and he wonders if Buck would get in trouble if one of his tour guests ditched their segway a quarter of the way through and caught an uber back home. 

Not that it’s Buck’s fault. He’s just as charming as ever, full of enthusiasm and stories and endless patience for what is, Eddie thinks, one of the most irritating groups he’s ever been part of. Patrick, with his giggly faux-clumsiness and obvious flirting, isn’t even the worst of it. His friends pay even less attention to the tour than he does, missing traffic signals, talking loudly about where they’ve been drinking so far and where they’re going to be drinking tonight, weaving through the crowds on the sidewalk instead of keeping to the neat line Buck tries to herd them into. The middle aged couple stuck in the middle of all of it are growing more annoyed as the trip goes on, the husband calling loudly for Buck to repeat himself and both of them muttering about having had much better tours in San Diego.

It’s deliberately loud enough that Buck hears it and, after pointing out the path for Patrick, drops back to ride beside them for a while. 

“Ray! Katherine! Are you guys having a good time?” he asks, his smile bright and inviting. 

Katherine wobbles on her segway as it goes over a bumpy piece of sidewalk and lifts a hand to hold her wide brimmed hat on her head, “I think we’re a little lost.”

“I missed most of what you said back there,” Ray adds. “About the fires at the library.” 

“Would you mind telling us again?” 

“No, no, of course not. I’ll start from the beginning.”

“Buck!” Patrick yelp-laughs from the front of the group. “I think this thing is acting up again.” 

Somehow, Buck manages not to react. He pauses, seeming to Eddie like he’s holding his breath in order to hold off saying any of the things he’s actually thinking, and then Buck sighs and answers, “Just keep it steady, Pat. You’re doing great.” 

“I don’t remember where you said to turn!”

This time Eddie cringes too and tries not to imagine running Patrick off the road and into a bush. He’s just a dumbass kid after all. He’ll be embarrassed about this someday. Hopefully.

“Forget it,” Ray says. “I’ll just google it when we get back to the hotel.” 

“No, don’t do that! We’ll- we’ll stop up here and rearrange everybody. I’ll talk about the arson and we’ll make sure that you don’t miss anything else, okay?”

Exchanging a glance with each other, the couple tartly replies, “Fine.” 

“Awesome. Thank you,” Buck says. 

Before he glides back to the front of their caravan, Buck turns his head to look at Eddie. His mask falters for the first time, revealing stress and irritation and the kind of resignation that comes from realizing that you’re the only cat herder in a room full of cats and no backup is coming. 

A tiny furrow appears between his brows as he asks, “Are you doing alright back here, Eddie?”

And suddenly Eddie is. He can’t not be when Buck is trying so hard and wants all of them to be doing alright. The bad mood drops away, softening the line of his shoulders and his grip on the handlebars, and Eddie nods back, “Don’t worry about me. I’m having a great time.”

[plathfiles]

Oooo for the Felix drabbles could you do something along the lines like it’s the readers and Felix’s first time together?👀

omg this is so sweet! sorry it’s so late, i got carried away <3

i hope you enjoy it xx

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pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: smut! minors dni 💋 — loss of virginity, use of y/n, language, tooth rotting fluff, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, innocence kink.

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Felix and you had been dating the last weeks of school. For the summer, he’d invited you over to his house. At first it felt like an imposition and too soon to see his family. But as charming as Felix was, he convinced you.

So here you were taking a tour of Saltburn, Felix showing you his home. “This is my room,” he said walking into a lavish room with books and papers everywhere.

“Through here is the bathroom and your room is right next door,” he smiled, walking into an empty guest bedroom.

Felix’s house was a bit overwhelming and you sat down on the bed. “This is wonderful Felix, thank you,” you smiled at him.

He sat down next you to and placed a hand on your knee. You blushed turning your head to face his. Felix admired your beautiful face, looking down to your lips and then into your eyes.

“I’ve set out a dress for you, for dinner tonight. I forgot to mention that we dress for dinner,” Felix informed you.

“It’s okay, it sounds like fun,” you said. Felix smiled softly, moving his face closer to yours. You placed a kiss on his lips, savoring his touch.

Felix kissed you back, a hand moving to your jaw softly. “I know, I know we haven’t yet. But I’d like to, if you want to,” he said softly, a look of yearning in his eyes.

When Felix first got involved with you, he knew you were innocent and a virgin. It’s what drew you to him. But whenever things got heated, he couldn’t bring himself to corrupt you just yet.

You nodded, your face incredibly close to his. “I want to. But maybe we should wait…until tonight?” You said. You felt inexperienced and vulnerable, especially under Felix’s touch.

He winked at you, pulling away. “We’ll see darling. Can’t wait to see you all dressed up.” Felix said, then exiting the room.

You felt all fuzzy inside and your stomach felt heavy. You pushed your thighs together.

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Later that night, you were dressed in a long black silhouette dress. You put up your hair in a messy bun and put on light makeup. Walking down to the dining room, you weren’t expecting to see Felix at the end of the hall.

“Hello,” you smiled innocently at him. Felix was dressed in a black suit and tie. He looked as handsome as ever.

When he saw you however, all he wanted to do was rip your dress right off you. Felix’s breath caught in his throat, you were beautiful.

“You look…amazing,” Felix said, blushing softly. He wrapped a hand around your waist lightly, to guide you to the dining room.

You sat down at the table, Elsbeth complimenting your dress. She sat you right next to Felix and he wouldn’t stop teasing you throughout dinner.

During the main course, his hand was on your thigh. His thumb rubbing soft circles. It made your stomach jolt and you could feel something fuzzy between your legs. You clenched around nothing.

Felix couldn’t have eaten fast enough, he wanted to finish dinner, take you upstairs and have you all to himself. You were looking so innocent in your dress it made him hard.

Finally dinner ended and Felix excused you both, saying you were tired after your long trip.

You walked up the stairs with him and in hushed tones you turned to him. “Felix, that was rude. We should have stayed,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.

He grabbed your waist softly and pinned you up against a bookcase. Looking down at you with his charismatic grin. “I can’t help it. I need you,” Felix said, almost close to a whine.

“You need me?” You asked softly, bucking your hips into his already visible erection.

Felix groaned, his head falling to your neck. “Yes, let me destroy you and make you mine, please.”

You nodded, a small and quiet “yes” echoing through Felix’s ears.

With one swoop, Felix lifted you up. You laughed a little too loudly and covered your mouth.

“It’s alright, darling. No one can hear us from this side of the house. You’ll be able to be as loud as you want,” Felix said playfully, sloppily kissing your cheeks and neck.

He carried you into his room and gently placed you down on the bed.

“Are you sure?” Felix asked, wanting to have your full and verbal consent before corrupting your innocence

“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, knowing in your heart that you wanted Felix badly.

He nodded, hovering over you and sliding a hand down your side. “I’m going to rip this dress off you,” Felix said.

You giggled, “But you’ll destroy it and I’ll have nothing to wear for dinner.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred dresses then, even more than that if you need,” Felix said, loving the thought of spoiling you.

You playfully rolled your eyes and connected your lips with his. Your arms grabbing his shoulders and pulling him on top of you. Felix sunk into your touch and melted. His hands tugged at the delicate fabric of the dress.

Felix broke the kiss and began to plant kisses down your neck, to your collarbone and then to your now unclothed breast.

Your nipples hardened under the chill in the room. A moan escaped your lips at Felix’s touch.

“Yes, darling. Make those pretty noises,” he praised and encouraged.

Soon your dress was off and most of Felix’s suit was on the side of his bed. He was laying on top of you, needing your left breast with one hand and moving his other hand to your panties.

“Felix, don’t tease,” you said, your arousal already getting the best of you. Felix hummed, slowly removing your panties and placing a finger through your wet folds.

“Such a good girl for me, already wet for me,” he praised. “You’re so innocent, bet you’ve never been touched like this,” Felix said.

You moaned under his touch, melting like butter on a hot pan. He moved his thumb to your clit, rubbing in slow circles. The knot in your stomach was tightening.

“I’m not going to have you cum yet, alright. I need to get you ready for my cock first,” Felix said, removing his thumb from your clit. The lewd words making you more aroused.

Felix gently slipped a finger into your heat, moving it in and out slowly. He then added a second finger stretching you out some more.

You moaned and after a minute he knew you were ready. Felix maneuvered you closer to him, ready to use you like his favorite toy.

“Ya ready love?” He asked, removing his boxers and his cock sprung free.

“Yes, please I need you inside me,” you begged, clenching around nothing.

Felix smirked, running a hand down your thigh. “It’s going to hurt for one second and then it will feel amazing, I promise,” Felix cooed, looking deep into your eyes.

You nodded, as Felix fit himself into your entrance. A groan fell from his lips and he stayed there. You clenched around him and grabbed his shoulders, waiting for the pain of your virginity to disappear.

“That’s my good girl,” Felix praised, beginning to slowly move in and out of you.

You both were a pile of pants and moans, feeling eachother and moving as one. Felix was soft and rough, your hands stayed on his chest.

The knot in your stomach tightened and you couldn’t hold in it any longer. “Felix, I’m gonna cum, I can’t—,” you moaned, eyes shutting in pleasure.

“That’s okay, lovely. Let go, cum for me,” Felix whimpered, getting close to his orgasm aswell.

You came, bucking your hips into Felix as you rode out your high.

Not long after Felix came, groans falling from his lips and into your eardrums.

It was so surreal and your sweaty body was tired. Felix collapsed next you and pulled your body into his. You were exhausted, the pain and pleasure overstimulating you. You fell asleep in Felix’s arms.

When you awoke, sun was streaming through the window. Felix and you hadn’t moved throughout the night. He was asleep beside you, your naked body covered by the softest sheets you’ve ever felt.

You mildly stretched, not wanting to wake the angel beside you. But it was no use, Felix’s eyes fluttered open and a soft grin appeared on his face when he saw you.

“Hello,” Felix giggled softly, nudging his head into your neck.

“Hi,” you replied, turning your sore body towards him.

“You’re glowing,” He said, looking down at your lips and then to your eyes. Felix leaned into kiss you and you felt like you were in heaven.

[angelicabunny]

Thigh Riding.

requested: yes!!

summary: thigh riding matt after a long day

warnings: there isnt that many lolll, smut (ofc), bf!matt x reader.

matt stared at his phone screen as it illuminated perfect features, showing the anger he had built up. i sat in the far corner of the couch leaving him space. he had come home in a mood after a day full of meetings about merch, content, upcoming tours and whatever else he put up with each day.

"matt.." i said quietly to test how burnt out he really was.

"what." he huffed, anger in his tone.

i didnt respond. instead i turned my back and hugged myself under the plush blanket on the couch. matt had clearly noticed as i heard the faint click sound come from his phone as he shut it off.

"im sorry baby, im not mad at you," he sighed while rubbing his temples, "come here." he said motioning his hands towards his lap. i tossed the blanket off me and got up off the couch. his face lit up at my movements. i placed my hand on his shoulder to support myself as i sunk down onto his thigh. his hands made their way up my back, soothing me under my hoodie as he pulled me into him.

he grasped my face pulling me in for a rough kiss, his eyes full of lust. i moaned into his mouth which led to a groan from him, his hands cupping my waist tighter. my core throbbing at the sensation. his hands guided me, rocking me against his tight as i buried my face into his neck.

"matt-" i gasped while trying to contain myself, "we dont have to if youre not in the mood."

"no, no, its okay," he almost whispered, "please dont stop."

his hands trailed up my back to unclasp my bra as i kept riding his tense thigh, a pool of arousal clearly staining his baggy jeans now. i watched as he carelessly tossed my bra to the floor, his icy cold finger tips now gripping my chest. goosebumps following where he traced. i hugged around his neck to keep myself up as my mind fogged, pleasure coursing through me. his hands grabbed my hips gently as he moved me over to sit on his lap now. his bulge now grinding against my soaked core.

"keep going princess." he said softly.

soft whimpers left my lips as i grinded against him, the friction becoming unbearable, his head tipped back in pleasure before coming back up to leave a rough kiss on my neck. his cock now twitching against me, begging for release. low moans spilled from his lips as i picked my pace up.

"matt, i cant-" i sobbed, his rough zipper made me ache but in such a good way.

"im almost there baby, please" he groaned while bucking his hips below me.

my fingers ran through his hair as he gripped my hips tighter now, guiding my movements. my head tipped back as i let out moans and cries, his eyes locked on mine as he watched my face twist in pleasure. the familiar sensation growing inside me as he rocked me against him.

before i could let out another word, waves of pleasure came crashing over me causing me to hold matt tight between my thighs. this was clearly enough to send him over the edge as his body jolted beneath me.

"oh f-fuck." he whimpered into my chest while holding my back.

i let myself fall into him as he rode through his high, my fingers toying with his hair.

he lifted his head up and let his eyes meet with mine before pulling me in for a soft kiss.

so sorry this is so short and rushed 😭😭, idk if i really like it lmao.

also if you guys have any requests feel free to send them in, i absolutely love getting them xoxo.

[rosyhoneydew]

It happens often enough that it starts to get under his skin.

He and Tommy try to make it out to a date night at least once a week; as frequently as they can, with their schedules, but Buck doesn’t really notice it until the night they go to the Dodgers game. It was a Monday night so the crowd wasn’t too big, and the two of them had the night off. They’d Ubered over to the stadium, grabbed some foil wrapped hotdogs and made their way to their seats. He’s a tactile guy, so they hold hands as much as possible on the way in, and when they sit Buck slings an arm around Tommy, relishes the way Tommy leans into him.

There’d been a woman in the seat next to Tommy. She was pretty, and Buck kept noticing the way her eyes flicked to them, no to Tommy, throughout the game, a blush dusting her cheeks. She likes him, he realized. She wants to make a move on him.

It didn’t really make him jealous surprisingly, but it did make something else burn in his chest. Irritation, maybe. Because he’s not sure how much more obviously together they could’ve been, short of sticking his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. But when she turned to Tommy and started up a conversation - are you a local? Oh maybe you could show me around sometime! - she looked genuinely shocked, almost admonished, when Tommy had replied, well my boyfriend here is usually the better tour guide.

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were together!”

Then he thought about the last time they went to Nobu, and the aquarium, and grocery shopping at Sprouts.

Will anyone else be joining you gentlemen?

Do you want us to take your photo? Are your girlfriends around?

Here’s my number, a flirtatious hand on Buck’s arm.

In the grand scheme of things, it’s not a big deal. But it grates on Buck’s nerves, the way they have to keep correcting people. When they started dating, he’d readied himself for whatever kind of reaction the public could have to the two of them (they’re in LA, but he knew Tommy had had not so pleasant interactions even here). He hadn’t anticipated that others might not perceive them as a couple at all.

He pouted about it that night, and Tommy smiled sweetly at Buck and reassured him it’s okay. And it is. There are so many other problems they could be worried about. It’s just that Tommy is sweet and hot and Buck wants everyone to know he’s his.

It’s what makes their next trip so perfect. They get a room at a B&B in Provincetown and spend a long weekend on the coast.

It’s like being in another world.

You two are such a lovely couple!

How long have you been together?

Would you two like to see our spa offerings? We have couples massages!

Buck cheerfully jumps in, overeager and so thrilled to gush about their relationship to anyone who asks. He must tell the story of how they met 50 different times throughout the weekend.

Tommy, for his part, smiles while Buck chats away, a light blush on the tops of his cheeks, and a hand on Buck’s thigh.

They leave on a Monday, but the floaty, fluttery feeling the weekend leaves them with lasts much longer than the trip.

[chillinglyadventurous]

Break - Stanley Pines x Reader

Stan has a break between tour groups.

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, oral sex

You say in Stan’s office running the accounting. The mystery Shack’s profit had skyrocketed since the Pines family saved the town, since they saved you.

You smiled fondly at the picture of you Stan kept on his desk. You were just glad Soos hadn’t taken the whole place over, leaving it exactly how it was despite being the new Mr. Mystery.

Soos, however, was on vacation with Melody. He’d called it a babymoon, whatever that was. You assumed it was a last trip to spend together, just the two of them, before Melody had the baby. You couldn’t be more happy for them.

You’d seen tourist groups come in and out all day. It was busy, busier than you had seen it in a long time. Stan was excited, though. Gave him a chance to stretch his conning legs. “I got my sea legs. Now it’s time I get back to my roots.”

You watched Stanley escort another group by you and into the gift shop, giving you a little wink as he passed by. You gave a small wave before getting back to work. As good as SOS was at being Mr. Mystery, his bookkeeping was terrible. You needed to fix that mess as quickly as possible.

When the door to Stan’s office slammed shut, you looked up from your numbers. Your fingers stilled over calculator buttons as you looked up at Stanley whose back was pressed to the door. He flicked the lock shut.

“I got ten minutes until I gotta get that next group goin’.” His smile was lecherous as he made his way over to you. You gave him a confused look, trying to find where you were on the spreadsheet in front of you. “Come on, doll, don’t give me that look. I’ve missed you.”

You met his eyes again, choosing to ignore the fire within them. You wondered if taking back this gig, even if only for a week or two had done something to him. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn’t even gotten the chance to touch you since he and Ford got back from their expedition only yesterday night.

He cross the room to sit in front of you. As he sat on the desk, his legs were spread just enough to pull your chair closer to him.

“Stanley,” you warned as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips. It was sloppy and hungry. He wasted no time in getting his tongue in your mouth. You pulled away once his hands were guiding yours to the growing bulge in his suit pants. “I need to finish this.”

Before you knew it, his half-hard cock was free from his slacks and in your warm hands. He kissed you again, his own hand guiding yours up and down his length. The sigh that left your lips was involuntary. It had been so, so long. He continued to swell in your hands, already bucking into your grasp. He guided you slowly at first before picking up speed.

His movements stopped when you started pulling at your own clothes just enough to make it work. “Ain’t got time,” he groaned when your fist continued to work him. “I’ll make it up to you later, sweet cheeks. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You punctuated your words with a sharp twist of your wrist causing his head to fall back.

You pushed his thighs further apart to get closer. You met his eyes for a moment before you took him into your mouth. Of course, his hands tangled in your hair, already threatening to push you down further. He held on, though. He still had a few more minutes.

As you twirled your tongue from base to tip as back, Stan did his best to stay quiet. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to come investigate, but the thought of someone seeing the two of you like that, being caught, gave him a little thrill. His fingers reflexively tighten in your hair.

“So beautiful,” he chuckled as the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the base of his dick, working magic with each pump and twist, massaged his balls. You rolled them over in your palm like you knew he liked and his hips bucked into your face. “Geez, [Y/N], take it easy on an old man.” Your giggle around his cock made his hips snap against your face. You could only imagine how good that felt to him.

You curved your tongue to match his girth and tightened your pallet around him, squeezing him tight. Stan gave a huff. Finally, he was loosing control while trying to take yours away from you.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “take it.”

He was pulling your head down to meet each of his thrusts. You closed off the back of your throat with a clench to keep from gagging. You distracted yourself by lapping at the precum dripping into your mouth and onto your eager tongue.

Soon, he finished into your mouth with a gross that grew from deep in his chest, your name coming out like a prayer as his hot cum spilled into your mouth. As you pulled away, his cock left your lips with a wet pop. You put on a show of swallowing his seed. His eyes rolled back at the sight.

“I love you.”

Stan pet over your face and hair for a moment as he caught his breath. He gave you a hum as he stood and tucked his now soft cock back into his pants.

“You, toots- ugh, you are amazing.” He kissed your lips just to taste himself on your tongue. “Once I shut this place down and send my nerdy brother looking for something I’ve made up, you’re getting it. Man, am I gonna give it to you good too.”

You laughed because you knew you were in for the sweetest love making tonight. He’d never admit it. He always acted like he was going to fuck your brains out. In truth, he often did, but tonight would be a reunion he wouldn’t want to rush.

You gave him a warm smile as you followed him to the door, straitening the fez atop his head. “I love you too.”He unlocked the door and gave you another deep kiss. When he pulled away and turned to leave, you slapped him on the ass. Hard. “Go get ‘em, Mr. Mystery.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you do the mile high fox where the reader is slash’s gf and Steven is the one who joins in?

A/n: I’ve relearned how to write with this fic

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, fingering(f receiving), oral(m + f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Touring with Slash was always fun, the concerts, the adrenalin, the vacations. You couldn't always join him but when you could you loved it.

You were on an overnight flight, Slash was crashed in your shared bed in the cabin and you were curled up at his side while Steven slept peacefully across the room.

You had been sleeping earlier as well in the airport, Slash carried you onto the plane and crashed when his head hit the pillow. But now you were awake. Wide awake.

You didn't want to move around too much, not wanting to wake anyone. You could technically sleep whenever you wanted but they were on a stricter schedule, getting most of their sleep on bus rides and flights. You didn't want to disrupt that... However, you were bored and getting needier by the second.

You noticed not too long ago that Slash was dreaming, mostly you noticed him getting hard and those soft moans he let out in his sleep.

You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help yourself.

You glanced back over your shoulder to make sure Steven was still sleeping before tugging the blanket down and moving down to Slash's waist, watching with hungry eyes as you pulled the thin blanket off his hard cock.

You trailed a finger along his length, watching him twitch at the featherlight touch before placing a few kitten licks on his already leaky tip.

You laid between his legs, gripping the sheets tight, bracing yourself before taking him into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged around his girth but pushed yourself to bob your head on him, helplessly bucking against the sheets as if it would provide some sort of relief.

You felt a hand on your hip, for a moment you didn't think twice about, then you did because there was no way it was Slash's hand.

Your head snapped back to look at who it was, Slash slipping from your mouth as you did. Steven, evidently, hadn't been sleeping and was now on his knees behind you, one hand on your hip, the other at your cunt, fingers running through your slick folds.

You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan when he pushed a finger into you. You knew you shouldn't but it felt so good and you were so desperate.

Steven took his hand off your hip and guided your head back to Slash, without another word you took the guitarist back into your mouth, moaning around him as Steven prepped your hole.

This was not the first time you've woken Slash up with sex, he's told you multiple times it's his favourite way to wake up and it worked the same way when it came to you. Always sweet and lazy, slow movements from being tired and then you'd fall back asleep.

Slash woke up slowly, not quite realizing this wasn't a dream yet. When he woke up a bit more he reached down to your head, not guiding you yet but just running his long, skinny fingers through your hair.

Slowly, Slash opened his eyes and smiled down at you, moaning out and rolling his hips. His eyes shot open and he looked back down at you, past you at his friend who kneeled behind you, two fingers scissoring your pretty pussy.

"What the fuck." He muttered, voice still soft and raspy from sleep. "Steven... you're fucking my girlfriend..?"

Steven looked up from where you and he met to look Slash in the eyes. "You weren't." Slash thought for a moment, he wanted to be mad but it wasn't in his nature. Also he was about to cum and that was more important in the moment.

You felt him pulsing and twitching on your tongue, low groans leaving him as hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, holding your head down on him, your nose shoved in his pubes, inhaling all his scent.

You could feel yourself getting closer on Steven's fingers, the way they curled and prodded your gummy walls. Before that knot inside you could snap the blond pulled out of you.

You looked back at him with a pout and furrowed brows, Slash slipping from your lips once more.

Steven chuckled softly and shook his head as he got off the bed, dropping his boxers to his ankles. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of you."

"I can do it." Slash said, slowly sitting up and reaching for you, when you were close enough he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck, ready for sleep again.

You whined softly. You loved Slash, the way he touched you, treated you, how he talked to you at any given moment, but you needed something more than this tired state of his. Steven was awake and full of energy, his dick was also pressed up against you and his arms were snaking around your waist.

Slash seemed to have given up on fucking you, letting Steven take control while he settled for sucking your neck. Steven could fuck you but you were his, his to mark, his to love, his girlfriend.

Steven pushed into you, drawing a moan from you while he threw his head back in a loud groan. Not sure what you were expecting, but Steven being loud just made everything better.

Slash wasn't quiet, per se... yes he was, unless he was overstimulated, he'd whine until he lost his voice. Usually it was just low grunts and groans in your ear, but when you heard him, fuck, did you hear him.

Steven's fingers definitely did their work and feeling him stretch you out, tip prodding your insides, it made your head spin. He started slow but quickly threw that out the window, trying to keep a steady rhythm but failing in his attempt to satisfy himself.

He often found it hard to focus on whoever he was with, once he got his dick wet he was done for. Slash, however, did not appreciate this approach, not when it was his girlfriend getting used.

He reached down and started rubbing your clit in circles, just the way you liked it. His plump lips pressing a mix of soft and rough kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck, nipping to make sure there'd be hickeys.

It wasn't long before you came, Steven following shortly after, hips rutting into yours as he dumped his load inside you. Slash glared at him as he did so, that was his hole, his fucking girlfriend.

Slash held you to his chest with one arm, using the other to swat at Steven. "Go get a rag or something, can't leave her like this." He grumbled.

Steven rolled his eyes but went with a smile to get something to clean you up.

Slash laid you back down, looking you up at down. Slash was fine sleeping naked, you preferred to keep something on and tonight that happened to be his Ramones shirt.

That wasn't enough to put an end to Slash's frustration, his possessiveness. Not when he saw one of his best and oldest friends cum seeping out of you.

He moved between your legs, lapping at your folds as you whined, twitching until he held your legs in place, arms wrapped around your thighs.

He didn't stop once he was done cleaning you like a cat, he was leaving marks on your inner thighs, too, and he needed to make you cum on his own.

He pushed two fingers into you, his fingers were longer and slimmer than Steven's, hitting deeper inside but leaving out most of the stretch from the drummer's thicker digits.

While his fingers worked on your cunt his tongue focused on your clit, not stopping until he felt your thighs clamping around his head, whines echoing off the thin walls.

Your mind was a muddled mess, but you could function well enough to see Steven standing beside the bed and waiting for Slash to move so he could clean you, only Slash wasn't having it.

He snatched the cloth from Steven and gently wiped you down.

Steven didn't take the hint and crawled into bed, curling up with you. Slash was tired and couldn't fight it anymore.

That didn't stop him from playing tug-of-war with Steven, who thought it was just playfulness between brothers and not Slash planning a murder.

Come morning Slash was on his stomach, somehow you and him had switched places and Steven was sprawled over him, partially dangling off the bed while you cuddled a the blanket they'd discarded.

You obviously had to take a picture of it to push in their faces, Steven would laugh, Slash might kill you but it was worth the risk.

[starboye]

pairing: nate jacobs x male reader

request: Nate Jacobs learns that Male reader is a new student, and he tries to have a one-night stand with him or something, but male reader immediately shows his dislike towards Nate. This catches Nate off guard, and he tries to "be friends" with him, but Male reader declines or simply walks away from Nate causing Nate to be furious and more determined to get in bed with him, however, Nate soon realizes he catches feelings for Male reader and wants to him to be his boyfriend?

warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, kissing

you had just moved to california after your dad got a big promotion so of course you were the new student at east highland highschool, you heard some good and bad things about it (mostly bad things) but nonetheless you went and of course they assigned you a school guide, some guy named nate jacobs and immediately he wanted you.

he showed you around the school, showing you the great wonders that came with the highschool in the most monotone voice but from time to time he'd glance over to admire your ass, that luscious ass he wanted to fuck so badly "hey wanna come to a party, its happening later tonight if you wanna swing by" nate asks trying to appear nonchalant "yeah id be down" you say mimicking his nonchalant.

and with that you and nate finished the tour and said good bye to each other, but for some reason you couldn't escape nates mind, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else the thought of you always bounced around in his mind, was it maybe that he actually liked you no impossible he just wants to fuck you that's it nate lied to himself as the bell rang and school ended.

you entered the house party to the sound of loud ruckus, people yelling, and music blaring, with the overwhelming smell of alcohol, but luckily you noticed nate as he waved you over "50 bucks says i fuck this slut by the end of the night" nate says to his friends as you walk closer "ill take that bet" mckay says before nate walks over to you "wanna get some drinks" nate asks leaning over to near your ear so you could hear him better "yeah sure" you yell back before walking over to a more quiet part of the house.

"so what's a sweet thing like you doing here all alone" nate asks sipping on his drink as you lean onto a wall "no friends" you reply looking up at him with disinterested eyes "well wanna make a friend tonight" nate smirks placing his hand beside you head on the wall and leaning over you "is this your way of flirting" you ask snickering a bit.

"what" nate questions leaning back up "if you wanna sleep with me just ask" you chuckle taking another sip of your drink "well then wanna have sex with me" nate asks thinking he's about to easily win his bet but his hopes are killed when you respond with no "why don't you wanna sleep with me" he asks "because you look like a total douche" you say before walking away to get another drink, nate watched as your fine ass walked away from him, he was now determined to have sex with you.

after that day you caught him watching you, whether that be in his truck as you walked home from school or from afar while you were doing school work, he'd even sometimes buy you expansive gifts with handwritten notes that you're sure he got from pinterest but you shut him down every time "c'mon just once" nate pleas "no nate, not now and not ever" you say giving him the diamond bracelet back and walking away as he was forced to watch that ass walk away for the hundredth time.

nate sat up at night wondering why he wanted you so much, why he needed to sleep with you so badly, was it because he felt something deeper for you and wanted to try and push that feeling out by sleeping with you but it would inevitably come back up... no it couldn't possibly be that, but the thought was to much, he got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night.

"you up" nate texted your number (he had got it from you on the first day of school) "what do you want" you text back "come outside" he texts, you look outside to see his truck on the other side of the street and huff before putting on some clothes and walking out to his car, seeing him with a little smile on his face you get into the passenger seat "what do you want nate" you ask slightly agitated as nate just woke you up.

"okay so i- ive been thinking right and... i don't know how to say this but..." nate stammers over his words making you even more annoyed "just spit it out" you say leaning over the arm rest to kiss him, his lips lightly chasing after yours "uhm i was gonna ask will you be my boyfriend" nate nervously asks "yes" you smile finally seeing the nate that isn't a sex hungry animal "so does that mean we can fuck now" nate asks.

"one step at a time you horny fuck" you say before opening the door to get out the car but nate pulls you back one last time to kiss you, this kiss more passionate and heartfelt than the last, maybe fucking him wouldn't be the worst thing ever

taglist: @spermeboy @mailmango @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat

[freedomfireflies]

iFall for Harry | Pt. 10*

Summary: The tenth and final part to iFall for Harry

You and Harry are more than strangers on the phone. And this connection is stronger than ever.

(aka: the one where they fuck and I cry)

Word Count: 5.9k

Harry kicks open your apartment door, and it bangs against the wall as you both smirk into the heated kiss.

His hands never leave your hips. They haven’t left them all afternoon, from the moment the two of you walked out of the theater, all through the entire ride back to your apartment, and up the long flight of stairs to your door.

They guide you to the couch. The first thing he seems to see, and he breaks away from your mouth just long enough to mumble, “Careful.”

Then, he shoves.

Your legs hit the side of the sofa before you go tumbling down onto the soft cushions with a chuckle.

Your fingers instantly outstretch for his shirt to drag him down with you, and he climbs over the armrest in obedience.

You'd decided that this was no time for pleasantries and tours. You’ve wasted enough time already, but…what’s a couple more hours?

Everything is messy and rushed. There’s no place for overthinking or questions. That’ll come later.

Right now, it’s your bodies that need to speak to each other. Not your words.

He moves to your neck, pressing his lips into the skin before nipping at it gingerly. He’s gauging your reaction, and your stomach flips at this consideration.

Your hands disappear into his hair, tugging on the curls you’ve seen plastered on posters and bedroom walls for years. 

You smile when you realize how soft they are.

A needy whimper follows when he sucks on the point below your ear, your hips bucking up into his as he settles between your thighs.

And just like that…it hits you.

“It was here,” you whisper suddenly, and he leans back to look at you.

“What?”

You sit up and ghost your lips across his cheek before licking at his bottom lip. “It was here. Right here on this couch. When I touched myself to the sound of your voice.”

Something flashes behind his eyes. Something primal and he squeezes your thigh in his hand before hoisting your leg around his hip.

“Yeah?” A kiss. Hard and full of devious intent. “Right here?”

“Right here,” you whisper. “Still think about it. How good it felt…listening to you. How you sound when you come. How you sound when you make me come.”

He groans as his face buries in your collarbone, his palms now slipping beneath your shirt to travel the expanse of your stomach. Smiling when it quivers. Reveling in the warmth of you.

He kisses along the only exposed part of your chest he can reach, and your head rolls back until you see nothing but stars on your ceiling.

“I think about it, too,” he admits, softly rocking his body against yours until you gasp. “But nothing I pictured came close to this. Nothing…was as good as this.”

You grin as you watch him travel down your body, lifting your shirt just enough that he can press a kiss to the space below your bra.

Then, he looks up. His lips are bright pink, and his cheeks are flushed. His hair is slightly askew but his smile…God, that smile.

“Harry?” you murmur, tracing your thumb along the curve of his chin. “I don’t wanna do it here.”

His eyebrow raises and he begins to sit up, instantly pulling his hands from you. “What’s wrong—”

“Nothing,” you say, taking hold of his jaw to yank him back down and squeeze. “Nothing, I promise. I just wanna go to my room. Wanna be able to see you and feel you. Lay you down, take care of you.”

His expression shifts. There’s so much adoration and arousal written between the lines on his face and without a second thought, he stands.

You’re scooped into his arms as you laugh. He makes sure you’re steady, legs wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck.

And he kisses you between your instructions on where to turn. Nipping at your lip just to make you whimper.

You’re dropped onto the plush mattress, and he follows suit. Chasing after your kiss and your body as though you’re going to leave him again.

But you aren’t. You can’t. Not even if you wanted to.

“So pretty, ladybug,” he whispers, hand fiddling with the button on your jeans as you whine into his mouth. “So goddamn beautiful. Always knew you would be. Could always tell.”

You’re breathless, barely able to pant out, “Yeah?”

“Mmm. Yeah,” he echoes, tugging on the zipper until he can trace his touch along the band of your panties. “Just from the way you spoke. Just from your heart. Who you were. I knew you had to be beautiful.

Too many things happen to your heart at once. 

“And you are,” he breathes, finally pushing inside as his fingers drag down your clit.

Instantly, you’re arching off the bed, chest knocking into his as you writhe and beg for more. 

He smirks. “Waited a lifetime to feel this,” he says before stroking through your folds.

Then, he pulls away.

You feel as though your stomach caves in, but he remedies this by grabbing hold of the material on your legs to rip it down. 

Your eyes widen, and for only a moment, you’re struck with nerves. This is Harry Styles. And he’s looking at you, looking at your body in a way nobody else ever has.

And you think about your past, and you think about your present. Think about everything that was holding you back before, and—

He hovers above you once again and smashes his lips to yours. Eager to rid you of these thoughts he can already see swimming inside your mind.

It works. Almost too perfectly as he slips his hand around the fabric of your panties before snapping it around his fist.

They flutter to the ground, and he moves next for your shirt.

You work in tandem to rid each other of the remaining clothes. Now, all that’s left is one, singular pair of briefs that keep him from you.

You swallow thickly as he pushes you back into the pillows near your headboard, wanting you to get comfy.

But he’s slow. So goddamn slow and it makes you whine as he purposefully leaves most of your body untouched in favor of kissing you.

At first, you’re tempted to think it’s out of repulsion but the gleam in his eye tells you it’s intentional. He wants to make you wait.

“Harry,” you gasp, the feeling of his mouth on your sternum almost enough to kill you. “Please…please—”

“What?” He shoots you a grin as he cages you between his arms. “Something wrong?”

You whine and squirm beneath his large, strong, and incredibly toned frame. “You’re killing me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he hums, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. “This is only the start.”

You can’t help the pout on your lips as you reach up to card your fingers through his hair, tugging him down to your mouth. “You’re mean.”

“No,” he argues with a grin. “I think this is only fair. I think it’s only right that I make you beg for me the way I had to beg for you.”

And even though the memory makes you sad, and even though the prospect of his teasing is painful…you can’t help but whimper.

“Would you like that, ladybug?” he asks, taking hold of your jaw to guide you to the side. Giving him access to your neck as he licks a stripe from the base of your throat to your ear. “Hm?”

You can say nothing. Can offer no reply or quippy remark as you melt into his touch.

"Would you?" he hums again. "Would you like me to torture you the way you tortured me?"

He won't touch you until he has your answer, although it’s nearly impossible for you to find one with him so goddamn close.

"Yes," you sigh, eyes squeezing as you attempt to steady your heart rate. Having a stroke right now would be incredibly unsexy. "Please.”

His smile widens, making your chest burst with pride. And just when you think he’s gonna kiss you…he pulls back.

He moves onto his knees now, settling into a straddle over your hips, releasing your jaw so he can trail his palms down your naked torso. 

Every tiny little action, and tiny little brush has you reeling, arching off the bed in an effort to push yourself into his touch.

And he watches with a focused gleam as his fingers dance along your collarbone.

Then down your chest.

And to your belly button.

You huff when he leaves two very prominent places untouched, but he merely smirks, and continues on with his game.

His hands smooth along your sides, up and down, squeezing gently. Appreciating every inch of your body as best he can. Almost as if memorizing it. Putting an image to the voice he’s known for months.

Finally, he travels back up, and palms your breasts with a fervent reverence. 

A soft moan slips from between your parted lips, head rolling back into the pillows as he cups you. Rubs you. Massages you. Things that likely shouldn’t be this hot but are helping worsen the mess between your thighs. 

He has endless amounts of power right now. And you both know it.

He begins to move down your body, now straddling your legs, exposing more of your body to him. 

And he takes this opportunity to gently scratch his fingers down your stomach, smiling when it quivers, before moving for your cunt.

But again, he touches you everywhere but where you need him most. Grazing his digit along your hip bone and thighs.

Then…he crouches down. He makes eye contact with your cunt, pupils dilating like he's a kid in a candy store, and your heart does cartwheels inside your chest as he dips down to press a kiss to your left hip…then to your right.

He rests his mouth against the inside of your thigh. The pink fibers of his lips painting pictures along the sensitive skin before nipping at it gently. Purposefully. Until you’re whining desperately in the back of your throat. 

And you have to swallow another noise because looking at him as he does this is like torture. Making everything ten times more prominent as he moves to your other thigh, kissing it just as gingerly, and creating a trail all the way up…

He takes one, singular moment to shoot you a coy smile, almost as if anticipating your wonder before dipping back down.

And everything changes.

Fireworks scatter behind your eyelids the second he makes contact with your pussy. You aren’t sure what you expected (especially from a man who has a song about eating pussy) but it’s better than anything you could have hoped for.

Because he wants to do this. You can tell. He buries his face, his mouth, his nose into your cunt as though he can’t breathe any other way.

Purposeful licks are repeated to your clit, to your folds, over your incredibly empty hole. At first, there’s no rhyme or reason to his technique. He’s simply…tasting you. Getting familiar with your body, finding what makes it tick.

But once he figures it out, it’s game over.

You arch from the bed, knees bending beside his head as you reach down and grasp onto his hair.

He groans, loudly, and with so much appreciation. Either from the taste or from the pain, you don’t really know.

But it hardly matters because he’s pulling your clit between his teeth and tugging. Keeping it trapped in his mouth for a good few seconds before releasing it.

“Harry,” you gasp, throat going dry, and he grins.

“Shh, let me take care of this, hm?” He presses his palms to the insides of your legs to force your thighs to the bed, keeping you spread. “Taste so fucking good, lovie.”

And he’s lapping at you like you’re an ice cream cone on a hot day. Over and over and over, swallowing everything you have to offer him before nudging the tip of his tongue inside your hole.

“Fuck—” You squirm again, practically lifting off the mattress, but his large hands splay across your stomach and push you back down. “Harry, please—”

“So fucking good,” he says again, almost as if to himself. He sucks on you until you see stars, pressing his tongue flat to your folds. “God…can’t believe you get this all to yourself. Anytime you want it.”

“It’s yours,” you sigh. “S’all yours, Harry.”

He looks up, half of his face shimmering with your arousal as he grins. “Yeah?”

You squeeze his scalp harder, nodding fervently. “Yes. Yeah. Whatever you want. Yours. Take it. Take me. Please—”

He seems to bask in this idea, scooting back some to make room for his hand. His thumb is next to explore you, slipping along your silky cunt. Pressing, and rubbing, and circling.

Then, he slips his middle finger inside.

It becomes a combination of licking at your clit and fucking into you with his digit. Repeatedly. Unforgivingly. Until you can’t breathe. Until you can hardly fucking stand it.

And right before you’re given your second orgasm by this man…he stops.

Because of course he fucking stops, and you curse him to hell the moment you realize he’s pulling away from you.

He was right. This is torture.

He sits up, bending over the side of the bed so he can retrieve something from the floor. And when you see it, your stomach flips.

His belt.

He says nothing as he runs it through his hands, eyes flicking along your headboard as if in search of something.

Then, he smiles. And looks at you.

“May I?” he asks gently, refusing to move any closer until he has your consent.

But you’re already thrusting your wrists up, lip between your teeth as he smiles.

“Are you su—”

“Yes. Go. Please,” you nearly whine, nodding quickly as if to assure him.

Thankfully, it works, and he concedes to your request for speed by kneeling over your body and wrapping the leather around your arms.

It’s tight. Tight enough that your pussy throbs and your eyes glaze over. You enjoy putting your control in his hands. Maybe more than you should.

Once secure, he looks over his work, and smiles. “Good.”

You scoot up some, hoping to inspire another kiss, but instead…he leans back.

And crawls off the bed altogether.

“Well…this was fun,” he says, running a hand through his hair as he makes his way for the door. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, yeah?”

You can’t even process the lame attempt at a joke as he slips into the hallway and disappears from sight.

In fact, you can do nothing but blink mutely and in complete shock as you’re left to stare at the empty door frame.

“Harry…” you begin hesitantly. “Where…where are you going?”

Silence. No response. No sound. No clue as to where he might be.

The blood drains from your face. “Harry, this isn’t funny.”

Nothing.

“Harry!”

You tug on the belt in hopes of setting yourself free, but can’t budge. He made sure of it.

And you’re tempted to wonder if this is payback for what you did to him. If he genuinely only lured you back so he could have a bit of revenge, and the idea is gut-wrenching—

Until he returns. 

You see his face, peeking in from the hall, smug and incredibly amused.

“You…fucking…ass,” you hiss, shooting him a vicious glare. “That was not funny.”

“Wasn’t supposed to be funny,” he counters, arms crossing as he leans his shoulder against the frame and watches you.

He’s got something in his mouth. You aren’t sure what, but you can see him roll it around in his cheek and can hear the distortion in his voice.

Your eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”

“Checking on you.” It’s simple enough, but that smirk tells a different story. “How you doing, sweetheart? Feelin’ tortured yet?”

“Incredibly so,” you bite back, huffing as he finally begins to walk back into the room. “And I hate you.”

“Ouch.” He presses his palm to his chest, right over his heart as he offers a wounded frown. “That really hurts, Cheesy.”

“Oh, I’m sure. Now untie me or get on with it.”

His brow cocks up, and he places a knee on the bed beside your legs to steady himself. “Awful bossy for someone under my control.”

“Are you done with the quippy remarks or can I finish please?” you retort, noticing the way he rakes his eyes over your naked body. Admiring every inch, from your face down to your cunt. “And what the fuck is in your mouth?”

His answer comes in the form of his action. He straddles your hips once more, getting settled atop your body and leaning down until his face is near your chest. 

He doesn’t even look at you as he lowers his lips and lets out a slow breath, right over your left nipple.

The air is cold—frigid—and you gasp as the nipple instantly hardens, pebbling from his freezing breath.

He’s pleased with your reaction, and pushes the object in his mouth toward his teeth, allowing you to finally see what you had begun to suspect.

A fucking ice cube.

Your expression falls into one of need as you plead with him, anxious for more as he pulls it back in and moves to your other breast.

Again, he allows the cooler air to travel over your skin until you keen, chest heaving anxiously from the idea more than the sensation.

Your arms pull on the restraints. Needing to touch him in any way you can. Or maybe touch yourself. You aren’t sure, but you love it. Need it. Need more of it.

Next, he moves to your neck, trailing the frozen liquid along the base of your throat. Ignoring your gasps and groans of ecstasy while dragging it up your jaw. 

Finally…he reaches your lips. And without a moment’s hesitation, your mouths crash together, and the cube is deposited into your mouth.

Words don’t exist for you now. Nothing exists but him. And this shared connection that you’ve been fighting since that first cheese pun.

The water melts in your mouth, making the kiss that much sloppier. But neither of you seem to care as he suddenly grinds his hips down into yours, covered cock like heroin to your pussy as he teases you with a taste.

“Shit.” Your skin burns from the leather keeping it bound, but it makes you whimper with pure bliss. “Harry, please—”

He’s silent as he maneuvers back down your body, lips puckering as he hovers near your cunt.

And spits.

He let’s cold saliva dribble from his mouth to your clit, smirking proudly when you make a noise that resembles a helpless cry.

It’s one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen, followed instantly by his beautiful fingers that begin to work the wetness in beside your own.

The sounds are stunning. Perfect, and lewd, and delicious. Almost as delicious as he is, and you quiver at the sight of him so concentrated on your pussy.

“Harry,” you exhale, desperate for his attention. “Please…please, I can’t…I need—”

“Need what?” There’s an almost cruel undertone to the question. Sadistic, in every sense of the word. “Need…my cock?”

Just the word has a shiver rolling down your spine. “Yes.”

You sound shy. Timid, almost, and you hate it. Because there is nothing in the world you want more than this glorious man’s cock and that is nothing to be ashamed of.

He hums, watching as you wiggle your hips against his hand, hoping to encourage more stimulation. “I bet you do. But I don’t know if you deserve it.”

Again, your lips push into a remorseful pout. “I do, I promise.”

“Do you?” He tsks, sliding in a thick digit and watching as your hole stretches for him. He smiles. “I don’t know. Think you’re lucky to get my fingers.”

“Please,” you try again. “I’m tortured, I promise. Just need you—”

“You think this is torture, my love?” His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he finds your eyes. “No, we’re just getting started.”

It’s thrilling and devastating all at once, and you practically wilt into the mattress as you whine.

“If you really want me to stop, I will,” he finally concedes, and you perk up at the thought before he adds, “But if we stop…then it all stops. I'll keep you tied up right here while I go for a walk. Or maybe I’ll watch some TV. Learn to bake scones."

You mewl again as he grins.

“And you?” He dips down, allowing his lips to ghost over yours. “You’ll be right here. Right where I left you. Stuck. Unable to come until I feel nice enough to let you.”

“Harry,” you gasp, trying to lift to kiss him, but he backs away just as quickly as he appeared.

“I wanna play with you a bit more,” he says next, ignoring your pleas. “And then maybe I’ll be nice.”

A second finger is added. Stroking your inner walls until you lift from the bed. Grinding against his hand like you won’t be able to breathe if he doesn’t give it to you.

He works you back up the peak. A steady incline meant to ruin you further. He doesn’t fuck into you as quickly as before. Now he takes his time. As if memorizing the feel of your pussy in his hand. Of the way you clench and quiver.

Which you don’t mind. You’d stay here with him forever as long as he kept touching you. As long as he kept looking at you the way he is now.

He ignores every noise you make to concentrate on the way your body looks. On the way you’re forced open for his fingers. On the way your tight, little hole looks when it’s void of digits, fluttering around nothing until he finally gives you what you need.

Sinking into you seems to be his favorite part from the way his brows furrow and his teeth grit. The hardening in his briefs making the case that he’s losing this battle just as quickly as you are.

But he doesn’t focus on his pleasure. He focuses on you. At least right now. Lets his thumb press into your clit before dragging it around in fast circles. Just to watch you squeeze your eyes shut and pull on the restraint.

He kisses along your neck, down your stomach, and anywhere he can reach. His other free hand switches between fondling and palming at your chest to squeezing your love handles, your legs, and eventually, your neck.

He tilts your face up, his pressure light but firm, and soon, you’re gasping again, that light at the end of the tunnel much brighter than it was before.

And that blinding pleasure finds you once more as you’re brought to the brink for a second time. He’ll give it to you this time, you know he will. He’ll be so good to you. Let you come on his fingers, then suck you clean—

It stops. All of it. Again. Just as you’re about to come, and he’s pulling his hand away before you can even wrap your head around it.

“Harry,” you gasp, dumbstruck by the notion of him doing this to you again. “Please—”

“See, this what it felt like,” he whispers, bracing himself with an arm beside your head while his other fingers begin pulling down his briefs. “This is exactly how it fucking felt to get so close to you…only to have you walk away.”

Tears slip up the back of your throat as you peer up at him, muscles aching from the strain of your wrestling against the belt. “I’m sorry—”

“I know,” he hums, dipping down to press his lips to your cheek. “And I know why you did it. Not mad at you, sweetheart. Just want you to share this pain with me.”

He pulls his cock out. And it’s glorious. So fucking glorious. Hard and long and like a fucking ice cream cone.

And it looks exceptional in his hand. With the golden rings on his fingers still dripping in you. You practically stick your tongue out in wait as he begins to stroke himself, eager for his offering.

But he doesn’t offer it to you. Instead, his lashes flutter as he begins to work your arousal over his swollen tip. Gasping at the feel while you’re left to stare.

He’s not going to give you his cock.

He’s gonna fuck his fist right over your aching body as you’re left to do nothing but watch him.

This…is the real torture.

“Harry,” you try again, arching up in an attempt to reach him. “Fuck, wait. Wait, let me.”

He doesn’t even look at you. Squeezes his eyes shut as his chin drops to his chest, little curls dancing down onto his forehead.

The arm beside you is flexing as he keeps himself up, and his cock is only inches—inches—from your cunt yet so far away.

You want to be a part of his pleasure more than anything in the world. Want to be the reason he feels good and it kills you not to be able to help. Kills you that you can’t touch him the way you’ve been desperate to since that phone call.

And then…he fucking whimpers.

A sound so soft, so desperate, it makes your lungs ache.

“Baby,” he breathes, working his hand a little faster as he grips the base. “Fuck…feels so good.”

Again, you yank on the headboard, and feel the tears gather in your eyes when you’re kept from him. 

You try to touch him in any other way. You bring your knees to his hips and squeeze. Let your legs brush against his. Bury your face in his arm. 

“Harry, please,” you whisper, and you sound so dejected, it makes his breath hitch.

His forehead drops to your chest, seemingly overcome by the sensation as the muscles in his back constrict from the pleasure.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. “Fuck…I needed this. Needed you.”

You choke on a whine, livid with him for making you sit and watch. For making you need him just as much.

“Touch me, baby,” he gasps before it melts into another needy whine. “Shit…touch me, please.”

“I’m trying,” you pant, once again bucking up in an effort to reach him. But you can’t quite make it. “Fuck, Harry. Please…please let me touch you. Let me go. Let me help—”

He doesn't answer, instead releasing a deep breath against your skin, his sweaty forehead pressed firmly to your collarbone.

"Please," he finally says, but it’s lost beneath a strained inhale as he increases the speed of his strokes, nearing his release.

And you groan, tears beginning to slip down your face. He’s going to kill you. This is going to kill you.

“Need you, lovie,” he moans, face burying into your neck. “Fucking need you, ladybug, please—”

“Harry,” you cry, and it’s the most pitiful sound you’ve ever made.

You’ve never wanted anything more in your life. Never wanted to be with anybody as badly as you need to be with him. Never needed release as badly as you need his. Because you realize you’d do anything for him. Give up your own orgasms to make him happy. You’d give up everything to make him happy.

And that’s when it hits you.

“Okay,” you nearly shout, hiccuping through your anguish. “Okay, I get it. It hurts, Harry, I know. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. You’re right, it fucking hurts, and I hate it. I hate this—please. Let me touch you, I have to touch you.”

His head lifts at your confession, and when those lust clouded eyes find yours…he finally smiles.

He wanted you to know exactly how it fucking felt to be kept from what you want. The pain and the torture of needing someone who won’t have you. He wanted you to beg for him the way he had to beg for you.

Even if he understands why…he wanted you to know.

And you do. You really fucking do.

His strokes begin to slow, and although you can tell he’s still overcome with his own ecstasy, he nods at you to continue.

“I understand,” you repeat, sniffling as the raw honesty finally reaches him. “I do. And I’m so sorry. Never hurt you again. Just please…please untie me. Let me help. Need to touch you, need…want to touch you.”

At first, nothing changes. His hand continues its lazy pace along his cock before finally, something snaps behind his eyes.

In an instant, he’s reaching up, and flicking the tie undone, allowing your arms to fall beside your head.

You nearly cry with relief before grabbing onto his face to kiss him. Hands clutching his cheeks so tight, you won’t be surprised if you hurt him.

But he doesn’t mind. Of course he doesn’t mind, instead groaning against your tongue as he drags his tip along your pussy to collect you.

And you’re reminded of what you both want, simultaneously rushing to guide him inside of you.

He leaves your lips only to line himself up, pushing your thigh to the bed to allow him a perfect visual.

The appreciative groans that fall from his tongue nearly ruin you, and you can see how enamored he is with your body as he teases you a time or two more, sliding up and down your pussy before finally pushing in.

And this…

Everything has led you to this moment. From the very first text to the meeting in the diner to kissing him in the theater.

This is where you were always meant to find yourselves.

The two of you only have enough patience for about thirty seconds of adjustment before you become rabid. It's urgent, hard, and fast. Just like everything else about this encounter, and you revel in every moment.

His hands grip onto your hips to angle you before they’re placed near your head. His fingers curl into the blanket, fisting it tight in his palms as he thrusts forward, head dropping into your shoulder. 

Your own nails are clawing down his back, pulling him as far into you as you can get him, and moaning whenever he hits the perfect spot.

Your legs have wrapped around his waist, practically attaching him to you as you feel his body roll.

Your skin is sweaty, and sticky, and your breathing is ragged. The noises you’re making are wildly incoherent, but the movements feel strangely coordinated. As if it was always meant to be you.

"Fuck, this is so much better," he grunts into your ear, and perhaps if you weren’t so lost on him, you’d laugh. "Nothing else feels like you do, baby. Nothing."

And you want to respond, but his deep thrusts seem to knock the words right out of you.

"Never again," he whispers. "Never gonna wait this long again. Almost killed me."

“You?” you snort, and he smiles into your neck.

He moves one hand back to your hip before he’s wrapping his entire arm around your lower back. Lifting it from the bed to create a newer angle before continuing his fervent rhythm.

You can feel how deep his fingers have disappeared into your skin, but you don't care. You don’t think you’ll care about anything else ever again. All you want is to hear him make those wonderful noises again as his face screws up with pleasure.

And it’s strange because you spent so much of the afternoon begging for your own release…only to desperately need his instead.

The sound of your bodies connecting echoes around the room. Skin slapping, thrusts wet, moans lewd and loud.

He kisses your shoulder as a reminder that he’s still there but you can tell he’s distracted. So, you take the opportunity to do it yourself.

You move your lips along his neck, then down to where it meets his chest before licking at the salty skin. 

You take every chance that you’re offered to touch him, hands scraping down the muscles beside his spine, tangling in his hair, squeezing his arms. You can't seem to get enough, and with every graze of your fingertips, he sighs, thrusting harder just so you’ll scratch him again.

Eventually, the pleasure is too much, and he drops your hip as his body grinds into yours.

The pressure of his weight against you feels so perfect. Like a magic trick, luring you into another plane of existence as you’re lost in the bliss.

He’s nearing his release, stuttering some as he meets your eye. You’d already talked about birth control and condoms back in the taxi, but he looks for confirmation now.

You nod.

With that, he fills you. And it’s warm and long and it makes your mind go fuzzy even before he reaches down to pinch your clit.

He needs you to come with him. Needs to feel you, too, and after already being edged twice, it doesn’t take long.

The mind-numbing wave of euphoria crashes over the shore of your subconscious and you’re almost sure you black out. Clenching around him as he whispers your name and kisses you to the other side.

Three orgasms are rolled into one, dragging you beneath the wave of coherency until all you feel is him and his touch.

And just when you think it’s over, he pulls out, and settles back down beside your knees.

His mouth is on you again. Licking, and sucking, and swallowing both of you with his tongue. Everything that drips from your pussy is taken between his lips as he groans, and pushes you into a second orgasm.

The overstimulation to your already abused cunt just about kills you, but there will never be anything hotter than watching his come and your own drip down his chin.

And after you’ve been ruined a second time, he seems satisfied, returning to your embrace so he can grab onto your jaw and demand your tongue.

He offers you a taste. Lets it dribble into your mouth as you whimper and eagerly accept the salty taste of you both.

And he kisses you. Shares so many things with you through his lips alone, more than words will ever be able to describe. And you lose yourself in him. 

Not for the last time.

The next thing you become aware of is his body collapsing onto yours. His chest melded to your own, his face nuzzled into your throat.

And maybe it’s a little hard to breathe, but you don’t even mind. Because this is the best you’ve felt in years.

He stays for the rest of the night. Takes you to the shower with him and cleans you both up. Smiles when he sees the hickeys and marks he’s left. 

You talk for hours. Sitting on your bed in your fluffy robes as you get to know each other. Really know each other.

He tells you stories until the sun comes up. And you listen and laugh and fall hopelessly in love with the stranger in your phone.

Who isn’t a stranger anymore.

And as the sunlight dances through your curtains come morning, you realize one very important thing:

This is only the beginning.

A huge, wonderful, and warm thank you to @nof0odallowed for the original ask! 💞

Thank you all so much for your kindness with this story and for allowing me to spam your timelines with Harry and Cheese Girl 😭💞 I cannot tell you enough how appreciative I am for how you’ve helped me tell this story!! You have my entire heart!! ♥️

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[lostalioth]

𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

→ premise: your his band manager he shouldn’t be thinking about those gorgeous red lips wrapped around his dick, but you and that stupid lipstick drive him crazy.

→ pairing: rockstar!eddie x fem!band manager!reader

→ warnings: smut [18+], PURE SMUT, oral [m receiving], eddie has a prince albert piercing, male masturbation described, reader is described to wear red lipstick a lot bit that’s the only physical description, slight dub-con? reader just starts sucking him off, nicknames [pretty girl, baby], VERY slight praise

→ a/n: this is only my second time writing eddie so I hope its not horrible anyway enjoy loves!

You and that stupid dark red lipstick that damn lipstick that drives Eddie mad. You’re his band manager, he wasn’t supposed to think of you this way, he wasn't supposed to fantasize about how pretty those red lips would look wrapped around his cock, his pants shouldn’t tighten whenever he watches you talk or lecture his other band members for being reckless. He shouldn’t wonder about the way your tongue would feel running along the underside of his shaft. He shouldn’t think about the way your throat would tighten around his cock when his hips buck up and hit the back of your throat. The idea of his swollen tip and your spit coating his cock as tears brim in your eyes makes his stomach stir.

The thought of those stupid red beautiful lips sucking him off and your doe eyes staring up at him haunt his dreams even. It is what led him to be spread out on his bunk at the back of the tour bus, his cock in hand, pumping hard, head thrown back in immense pleasure, his thoughts of you often cloud his head and lead him to this scenario more frequently than he cared to account for.

His fist tightens around his shaft as he strokes his cock, his spit acting as lube to allow his hand to slide easily and fast around his dick. He couldn’t hold back his groans and grunts of your name slipping past his lips as his hips buck up into his fist.

“Oh fuck just like that baby, suck that cock pretty girl fucccckk” he groaned as he grips onto the sheets under him with his free hand, the pressure and pleasure building in his stomach. He paid no mind to how loud he was being, the tour bus was empty, the rest of his band mates and you having gone off to lunch. He had faked being too tired cause the minute he saw you in that signature dark red lipstick, his head went hazy and all he could think of was it smeared across your face as he fucked up into your thorat. His thoughts wondered as it always did and he couldn’t ignore the torturous ache in his cock.

“Hey Ed’s, you rested up?? We got that band meeting in a bit, you ready–“ your voice breaks his train of thought and is suddening booming in his ears as you brush through the door leading to the sleeping quarters just as your name rolls off his tongue, his voice heavy with want and hand frozen still wrapped tightly around his shaft. Your own voice suddenly caught in your throat and your sentence cut off.

His whole body tenses at your presence, he knew you heard his loud grunt of your name, there was no way you didn't. Your eyes widen as you take in his state, eyes slowly and painfully scanning his body. Chest heaving as sweat trails down his forehead making his long black curls stick to it, lips parted and his hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock. The tip of his dick swollen and bright red, that's when you see it your eyes catch on something shiny. A small sliver curved bar through his leaking tip, a Prince Albert piercing. A small lustful gasp leaves your mouth making eddies cock twitch.

“Fuck..” you whine, thighs clenching and eyes glued to the jewerly decorating his cock. Your feet are guiding you subconsciously closer before you register your own actions. Eddie's hand never seems to leave his dick as his whole body is frozen, he didn't know what reaction to accept but you coming closer wasn’t it whatsoever. He felt as though time was moving in slow motion as you slowly walked closer, he hadn’t even noticed you closed the door behind you. He watches with wide eyes as you begin to sink to your knees in front of him. “What- what are you- oh fuck” he can barely finish his statement before your mouth is wrapped around the tip of his cock. The cold metal bar of his piercing running over your tounge.

“Just shut up Ed’s” you mumble with a small smirk.he is nodding frantically in response before his head falls back, eyes shut tight trying his best to determine if this was real or not. If this was a dream it was a damn good one he never wanted to wake from.

“Mmmm.. Fuck baby” he groans as his hand finally unwraps from his cock and slips through your hair as your mouth sinks further down his shaft, taking as much as you could of him in your mouth.

His head felt foggy, he couldn’t believe he was finally feeling your mouth on him. It felt heavenly better than he could’ve ever imagined. He opened his eyes to watch the way those velvet red lips that were the center of all his fantasies sank down on his twitching cock finally sucking him off. He nearly keels over as your tongue darts out and slides up and down the veins on the underside of his straining cock, he was already very close to the edge from his own hand earlier but finally feeling your mouth on him made him almost immediately tip right over that edge. Your lipstick has begun to smear and coat his cock leaving dark red stains all over his shaft. He never wants the sight of that to ever leave his memory.

“God fuck, look at you taking all of my cock baby just like a good girl” he moans and softly bucks his hips as you sink your mouth down completely to the hilt of his cock.

You hum and moan around his cock as his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat as well as his piercing causing you to gag softly. He groans as your nails grip and scratch at his thighs to brace yourself as his hips speed up the thrusting. The knot in the pit of his stomach tightens to its brink and he holds your cheek stroking it softly.

“Fuck, pretty girl im gonna cum, can i-can i cum in your mouth?” He questioned, his voice suddenly laced with nervousness, he felt slightly embarrassed at how fast he was becoming undone simply from your mouth. You hum enthusiastically around his cock in response and he smiles before blurting out thank you over and over as releases deep in your mouth. His hot seed sliding down your throat as you swallow it all.

“Oh fuck…” he groans as he chuckles softly still trying to process what happened. With a small smile you slowly slide your mouth off his cock, that was now covered in smears of your lipstick, even his piercing having red smears on it. You lean up grab his chin causing his brows to furrow in confusion before you start to kiss all over his face. Leaving perfect dark red lip prints all over, before hopping back to your feet and standing up straight you give Eddie a small peck on the lips with a giggle.

“Wipe that off before your show tonight and you’ll never have my mouth on you again, meeting in 5!” You giggle and disappear out of the tour bus with a huge smile on your face before Eddie has time to process it all, lipstick still smeared on your face and faded.

Eddie simply lays there star struck, staring down at his lipstick stained cock dumbfounded as to if that was simply the most realistic fantasy he’s ever had or real, the dark red lipstick stains covering his face and cock however are his wonderful reminder that it was very much real and he couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

→ a/n: rockstar!eddie has to be my favorite au of eddie and him being pierced?!?! OMG?!?! anyway I hope you all enjoyed i wrote this late at night and started to get delirious so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes lol.

[axelsagewrites]

Jamie Tartt*Bus Ride

Pairing: Jamie x f!reader

Word count: 1352

Warnings: fingering, semi public, teasing, smut 18+

Masterlist here

You had been in Amsterdam with the boys partly as the teams Physio encase the Dutch played dirty but also as Jamies new girlfriend. well, it wasn’t too new just not very known about. you had been dating each other for about three months now and you had decided to keep it under wraps to avoid any drama or stress but also because it felt nice to have a secret.

Roy knew because he liked to randomly show up at 4 am and pound on Jamies door till he answered and one time it was you who opened the door half naked and already yelling at him before your eyes went wide as a deer in the head lights. Luckily, Roy was not exactly much of a talker. Besides everyone was used to a Physio being around players so often and you had been friends for years prior so no one guessed at thing.

You were on the bus back to the airport however everyone on the bus was either exhausted, hung over, or a combination of both. you and Jamie were sat together near the back of the bus surrounded by a bunch of snoring footballers. the only ones not knackered were you, Jamie, and Roy since instead of drinking, partying, or sleeping in random men’s boats you had all spent the evening teaching Roy how to hide a bike and listening to tour guide barbie aka Jamie talk about light houses.

Roy however was at the front of the bus meaning everyone around you was asleep and couldn’t see the way you snuggled into Jamies side or how his hand rested on your lap. Still Jamie had brought a blanket encase you were tired so now you were sat snuggled up, blanket covering you both.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t notice Jamies hand creeping from your outer to inner thigh till you felt his finger trail slowly over your panties. your eyes went wide, your head snapping towards him to see a shit eating grin on his face as his eyes stayed forward. you went to speak but Jamie’s whisper cut you off, “Quiet sweetheart. Grampas trying to read down there. He hates being interrupted,”

You wanted to protest, to tell him this was wrong but when his fingers trailed up, slowly rubbing your clit over your panties you could feel yourself getting turned on. Jamie leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, “Already so wet princess,” he whispered so quietly that only you could hear but the words made you shiver, “How very naughty of you,” you could hear the smirk in his voice but couldn’t bring yourself to turn to face him.

Your eyes glanced to the seat across from you where Sam and Danni slept, both with headphones in. If anyone was awake you could see the headsets on them from here. but no one was looking back. no one could see how your hand grabbed Jamies arm under the blanket. that strong arm. fuck this was hot, you couldn’t deny it and Jamie knew it when you didn’t even try pull his arm away.

his fingers slowly rubbed circles onto your clit, only making you wetter and making it harder not to whine for more. your eyes darted to your watch. you’d be at the airport in 20 minutes. people would be waking up soon. but then you felt Jamie’s fingers slowly move to slip beneath your panties, going excruciatingly slow.

you didn’t have to look at him to see his smirk but when you did god was it hot. your breathing caught when you felt his fingers slowly tease the entrance of your hole. usually this was the point you begged and whined, and Jamie pondered out loud if you deserved him to fuck you with his fingers but not now. now all you could do was buck your hips making Jamie chuckle quietly.

“Patient baby,” Jamie whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine, “Can’t go waking em up now, can we?” he said, his fingers slowly slipping in.

your head moved to lean onto his shoulder, twisting to hide your face as you bite your lip. if anyone was to look back you knew they couldn’t see under the blanket, but you didn’t need them to see your ‘please just fuck me already’ face.

you could tell Jamie was enjoying this and before you could think of how to get him back his fingers began to push in, stretching you out perfectly. the other issue was that the whole time you were in Amsterdam you hadn’t been able to do anything. any time you headed to his room one of the guys would see you and you had to make up an excuse so eventually you had given up.

all this meant that when Jamie began to curl his fingers with expert precision you almost chewed through your lip trying to stay quiet. this was a new position though, so Jamie took his time, slowly working his fingers till he grazed that familiar spot. you sucked in a deep breath when you felt his fingertip brush it making Jamie chuckle and you clench his free wrist under the blanket.

Jamie leant over, kissing the top of your head as you leaned into his shoulder. you could feel your orgasm approaching but you’d never had to hide it like this, and you weren’t sure you could, but you also didn’t want to make him stop. not when you were so close and had been waiting for this for days.

when you felt your body tighten, your legs clenching around Jamie’s hand, you tightened your grip on his wrist till you worried it would snap. when your orgasm hit you felt like you couldn’t breathe as your body twitch around his fingers much to your protest. the faintest whine left your lips as your rode it out, Jamie groaning lightly when he heard it.

as you came down from your high, wondering how the hell you were supposed to get him back, Jamie removed his hand and moved so you could properly crash into his shoulder to recover. with your hand falling and free his wrist he moved to pull the blanket further up your body as your eyes fluttered shut.

a few moments past when you heard a quiet psst from somewhere nearby. you were too terrified to open your eyes, afraid you had been caught, but you felt Jamie turn his head. “Look at you too,” you heard Dannis quiet whisper from the seat across the aisle. “This is too cute my friend. you have to ask her out already,”

You could feel the way Jamie chuckled, vibrations running through his chest, “Maybe mate. Been thinking about it ya know,” he said as you tried not to laugh or smile.

“For what its worth I agree with Danni,” Sam piped, doing his best not to wake you despite you internally grinning like an idiot. “Yous too are perfect for each other,”

“Nah man she’s outta my league,” Jamie said making you roll your eyes behind your eyelids at this cocky little shit who you knew was grinning like an idiot on the outside.

“True that bruv,” Issac said, not even trying to keep his voice down almost making you laugh and blow your cover, “She’s well too good for you,”

“Tell me about it,” Jamie joked, and you waited a couple moments before pretending to stir as Jamie shushed the boys around.

you yawned, trying your best to make it realistic, “Morning boys,” you said as Danni, Sam, and Issac all turned pretending to have never been saying a word. man, it was getting hard not to laugh. you turned to jamie, whispering lowly, “I’m gonna kill you for that,” you smiled, trying to look innocent as Jamie laughed. Jamies laugh soon died when he pulled out his phone and saw a text from Roy.

“I am going to fucking murder you both and fling your bodies in the canal,”

[homerforsure]

Random foc question. What's Tour Guide Buck's favourite tour to lead?

Aaaahhhhh! I love this question! And I swear to you that I have never forgotten Tour Guide Buck even as he lives forever on the back burner.

I think he might say that he likes the hair metal Sunset Strip tour that I made up for him? Because he puts on a costume a little bit and leans into Buck 1.0 there. (It certainly catches Eddie’s attention anyway)

I also think that he has favorite people more than favorite tours. He can do the most basic landmarks of LA tour over and over again if he’s talking to excited kids on family vacations or nerds who are just as excited to learn and to share as he is.

But idk I have in my head that he’s developing kind of self guided tours in the form of podcasts? With the idea that it can be difficult to actually take a group of people on a sprawling LA tour if you’re not in a bus (please note: your author has never been to LA). And he feeds a lot of his special interests into it. Like locations of historical disasters or maybe later on like fire history and fire stations.

I also think he’d enjoy like market tours or food tours because he’d build relationships with the vendors he brings the tours to and those friendships would be their own rewards for him.

[violetsiren90]

Send Me to Hong Kong

Yoongi/Reader (fem reader)

Genre: One-shot; established relationship; smut

Summary: Yoongi discovers one of your major kinks.

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!!), explicit smut, kissing, biting, hickeys, neck-grabbing, dirty talk, slight-dom Yoongi, spontaneous desire, studio sex, clothed sex, quickie sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (established relationship context), multiple orgasms, cream pie, cock warming, talk of kinks, talk of wet dreams, talk of sharing intimate partner information (with permission), hardcore smut with some humor and slight fluff

Author's note: Hello, my dear reader! This is my very first time posting a fic on this platform, as well as my first time posting for BTS, and a hardcore smut. *whooshes out a sigh* So, I'm nervous. I've had this in my archives for a while now, so I decided to just throw it out there after a couple small changes in honor of our bad boy's tour launch. I don't have a big presence here, so if you discover this and read it, I just want to thank you so much for taking your time to peruse my humble scrawlings. Have the absolute best day, and remember that as Yoongi says, you're worthy of love as you are! 💜

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  He dropped to his knees and pulled your leg up over his shoulder, but you grabbed his shirtfront in both hands and slid him up your body, hitching a bent leg around his waist to bring his hips flush with your own.

“No, Yoongi…I’m ready,” you insisted.

His brow furrowed in confusion as you took his hand and guided it to your panties, which he instantly bypassed, slipping two fingers into your soaking folds. His eyes flicked up to yours when he felt the bountiful evidence of your intense arousal. He raised his brows.

“Just from…” he mumbled, but you cut him off.

“You - your rapping…I��I was ready halfway through that second demo,” you insisted breathlessly.

At your words, something his eyes changed from lustful to ravenous, and in a nanosecond he was pinning you against the wall, biting at your neck as he ripped the panties from your thighs in a few strong yanks. You spread your legs wide as you whined desperately against his shoulder,

“Fuck me, Yoongi. I need to feel you inside me." 

He let out a moan that was almost an animalistic growl before disposing hurriedly of his belt and jeans. You reached your hand down to stroke his hard length over his cotton boxer briefs, cursing to yourself, and capturing his mouth in a kiss that was all tongue and heat and primal desire. You pushed impatiently at the band of his underwear, and he stumbled out of them, his mouth leaving little pink marks across your chest and breasts. You tossed your head back against the wall, gasping and writhing under his touch. All at once you felt the smooth warmth of his tip touch your aching entrance.

“Oh, god, Yoongi, please!” you whimpered desperately.

He slid his left hand up to your neck and brought his lips to your ear, rasping out, shaky and with effort, yet dominant and demanding,

“Tell me…why.”

A shudder ran through you, as you realized what was happening…and you rose to the task.

“Because you’re the mother-fucking king,”

You felt him tense against you as you moaned out the words.

"When I listen to you rap I don’t even need to touch myself - ah!"

He squeezed.

"It’s as if your tongue is fucking my pussy while you spit those fucking bars - oh, fuck!"

He squeezed again, 

"And now I just want your cock in me so I can make you cum - hah!”

He squeezed his shaking hand around the back of your neck one final time and groaned as he pushed into your throbbing cunt. He immediately started moving with urgency, and your slick walls accommodated the pace, as they swelled around him and you matched his bucking with your own.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi, fuck!”

You cried out as he had you cumming already, just from his presence in your core in a few quick strokes. He picked up his pace, pounding into you, his tip grazing over your internal nerves at an incredible speed. You felt a climax mounting in you again as his thrusts grew shaky, at frantic stuttering intervals. He was about to cum.

You pulled his face to yours so you could take his mouth in a heady kiss, moaning onto his lips as your second orgasm took you. As you rode the wave of your own pleasure, you felt him explode, his cock shaking and pulsating as he pumped his cum into you. He dropped his head to your shoulder, his forehead soaked in sweat and his heart pounding into your own rapid pulse point.

You ran your hand through his damp hair and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. You held him tenderly as his breathing slowed and his body weight seemed to shift back into his own stance. You realized, glancing down, that you were still connected where your bodies met. He dragged his forehead onto yours, fixing you with half-lidded warm, dark eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered.

You answered him with a languid kiss, not pulling away until you had pulled a groan from him by sucking on his soft pink tongue. Licking your lips, your smiled at him.

“No one turns me on like you,” you murmured, grinning, “You know I came twice?”

He huffed a breath of surprise in response.

“You did?” he smirked, looking more than a little smug.

You nodded. He glanced down between your bodies.

"You gonna let me go now?”

“No!” you protested with a sudden pout, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer.

He was soft inside you, and you loved the feeling of just holding him. You squeezed firmly once around him and he took a sharp breath.

“Aish, naekkeo, if you keep that up I’ll be hard again…”

You giggled, and tugged him into another kiss as he unwrapped your legs and withdrew from you, leaving your body to feel the lack of him as his cum began to seep down your thighs and onto the desk.

“I’m glad I have at least a fraction of the effect on you that you have on me,” you teased, chuckling.

He shook his head, then looked up at you with a genuinely curious expression.

“So…my rapping?”

You nodded, unabashed.

"Since when?”

You shrugged.

“Since always. I remember the first time I watched the one of your sets…you know how in some songs you're going hard, and then you switch up the flow and start going really soft and fast?”

Yoongi nodded.

"Well, the first time I heard you rap like that I ruined my panties. And I didn’t even know you. It was just so fucking hot, I couldn’t help myself.” 

Yoongi chewed his bottom lip as if trying to process what you had just told him.

“You’re gonna have to be careful or you’re going to give me a nasty ego,” he scrunched up his lips and nose in that adorable endearing way and you smiled.

“Good, I don’t care. If you’re the best, you’re the best, there’s no denying it,” you shrugged, leaning back on your elbows. “Oh, yeah, and once, in a dream, I was watching you rap at a show and it brought me to orgasm. Like, I had a fucking wet dream because that tongue of yours invaded my sleep,” you divulged, smiling wickedly.

Yoongi’s mouth hung open a little, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"Oh, that was after I got to know you, though," you continued, "Not too long before…you know…we gave in.”

Yoongi smirked and looked up at you teasingly.

“You’re kinky, you know that?”

You shrugged.

“Maybe a little. It’s not like you’re super vanilla yourself,” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at him while remembering his very enthusiastic reaction to your revelations.

Yoongi smirked mischievously. You chuckled and kissed him on the nose.

“Happy birthday, nae sarang,” you murmured warmly, sliding off the desk.

After collecting your panties and turning toward the restroom, you shot a coy glance over your shoulder and added,

"And by the way, if you get drunk with the guys tonight and want to brag a little…you have my permission.”

You tossed him a wink, and stuffed the panties into his pocket before slipping into the bathroom and clicking the door shut with a smile.

-Fin-

[gracev0609]

Claim Me

Josh Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Explicit Sex, m/f, Subby Josh, Neck Riding

WC: 1.3k

This idea has been bouncing around in my head for quite a while. Josh's neck just does something for me 🤭

You wouldn't say you had a jealous streak. You knew Josh loved you, and you loved him, but somehow you found yourself scrolling through social media reading about the way they desired your boyfriend. This was Josh's last week on break until tour started up again, and you knew his antics would make his fans want him even more. Continuing to scroll you read about the things they wanted him to do to them, and more importantly the things they wanted to do to him, it was making your blood run hot. Although not with anger, with need. You needed to find a way to lay your claim on him. Thinking about all the possibilities was making wetness pool between your thighs, as Josh always let his body be your sexual playground in the bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to please you, the greater your pleasure the greater his. Finally your eyes landed on a picture of Josh, his head was thrown back, a delicious sheen of sweat covering his exposed chest. But what really caught your eye was his neck. Veins and tendons bulging, with his Adams apple looking delectable enough to take a bite out of. You knew you weren't allowed to leave love bites where they would be seen. Suddenly, an idea on how you could privately stake your claim popped into your mind. You crossed your legs, squeezing your muscles to ease the tension that resided between them, as Josh walked into the living room where you were scrolling on the couch.

“Hey baby, what're you up to?” He asked bending down to kiss you.

“Oh, just scrolling on my phone. Nothing important. I missed you today.”

“I know, I'm sorry my love. We got the rest of the meetings and scheduling done today though,I can give you my undivided attention the rest of the week.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing him closer to your body,” Could I get your undivided attention in our bedroom… now?”

Josh chuckles into the crook of your neck,” Now? Does my pretty girl need her pretty pussy played with? Needy little thing.”

You felt yourself throb, Josh's angelic mouth spewing filthy words always made your head spin.

“You know I need you, always need you. Gonna miss you so much when you're gone.”

Josh sighs and jutts out his bottom lip slightly, conveying that he heard you but doesn't necessarily want to talk about it right now. He pulls you to stand from the couch, limbs wrapped around your frame,” Let's get to the bedroom so you can take whatever you need from me.”

He leads you to your shared bedroom, and he immediately disrobes before turning to pull the sweatshirt up off of your body. His hands cup your bare breasts that have come free, nipples instantly hardening under his touch. Josh places kisses against the warm skin of your neck,” Just wanna make you cum honeybee.”

You reach your hand down, stroking his already hard length making him whine,” What can I do for you baby? Let me love on you, let me lick up your sweetness.’

His hips buck absentmindedly when you squeeze your fist around him,” Please baby, let me bury my face between your legs. I wanna commit it to memory when I'm by myself all alone in my hotel room.”

You place your hands on his hips walking him backwards towards the bed,” Just calm down Josh. I promise you'll like what I have in store for you.”

You guide him back straddling his legs after discarding your sweatpants. You grab his cock teasing yourself with his hot flesh. You're already so worked up, absolutely aching for him.

His words slur together already drunk on you,” God, y'feel so good. So wet. What's got ya so worked up?”

“You Josh, just want you.”

“You have me baby, all of me. Just use me.”

You sink down on him, and you can't help the moan that slips past your lips. He stretches you out so perfectly, like you were made for one another.

His hands find purchase on your hips, helping you push and pull your body against his. You groan as his tip pushes against the spot inside you that makes you see stars. As he continues to abuse your insides you can't help but stare at his neck. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he whines and whimpers from your bouncing in his lap. Stopping all motion you lean down to kiss up his chest, before lapping at the salty skin of his neck.

“I know I'm not allowed to leave marks.”

He chuffs a laugh,” No, they'd have both of our heads.”

You continue to nip lightly at his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you,” You said you need to remember my pussy when you're alone in your room, but I really think you need to remember it when you're getting hard on stage.”

He cuts you off with a needy moan,” I think you need to remember my cunt when your cocks getting hard for all of your pretty fans.”

“I do! Make me remember!”, he cries, jutting his hips eager for more friction.

“Gonna claim my pretty boy.”

You rise off of his lap, clenching your teeth when you feel empty. You climb up his body, and tangle your fingers in his curls angling his head up. Eagerly Josh sticks out his tongue, anticipating you sitting on his face. His brows dip in confusion when you stop short of his mouth, lowering yourself down until your wet folds meet the hot skin of his throat.

“Honey? Aren't you gonna sit on my face?”

The vibrations of his voice travel to your core making your hips jolt.

“No love. I'm staking my claim.”

Your hips writhe back and forth, your slick covering the soft skin of Josh's throat. Tightening your fingers in his hair he whines,”oh fuuuck!” You almost double over as his Adam's apple vibrates right on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. What you were doing was so obscene, but you both were living for it.

His hand leaves your hip, wrapping around his leaking cock, jerking himself in time with your hips.

“Keep talking Josh, it feels incredible when you talk”

“Fuck baby, I can feel you soaking me. You gonna cum like this? Riding my throat like a dirty slut.I want you to cum, I want to feel it pouring onto my skin.”

You angle your hips, grinding your clit onto the expanse of his neck,”Almost there…”

“I want to taste you so bad. Please, please, please. Please baby, just a drop on my tongue. I can feel you, fucking smell you, I need to taste you. Please honey I've been so good.”

Pleasure bubbles up inside of you and your high comes crashing down.

“Fuck! Fuck yes! That's it baby, god you're just gushing. Dirty dirty girl squirting all over me, make a fuckin mess of me…fuck!”

You gasp as you start to come down, feeling the hot ropes of his cum splatter along your back as he paints his stomach.

You look down at your lover, his face red, eyes blown out. He looks entirely fucked out.

His hands pull your hips to his mouth as he devours your cunt, slurping up the remnants of your release. He moans, drinking down what's left between your legs.

Eventually he releases your body from his grasp, and you flop down on the bed beside him. He leans up, the ends of his curls drenched,” I need a shower. I'm fuckin covered in cum.”

You laugh and agree, taking his hand and pulling him from the bed walking towards the bathroom. Once the water is hot enough you both step inside the shower. After rinsing the mess away Josh captures your body in his arms,” You know I'm yours right? Always and forever yours.”

Fin.

[hound-of-ulster]

Tried writing it and can't seem to make the muse spark, maybe I'll try again later, but for now I must share, lol. Have my brain gremlin.

Dish-Pit!Danny (Lazarus pit pun intended.)

Danny runs from Amity for one reason or another, ends up in Gotham, and what is a kid who hasn't graduated from school to do?

Get a job in food service.

He's hired as a dishwasher at Gotham Prep. And since things happen as they do in kitchens and with #TypicalGothamCorruption, he takes over the unofficial duties of taking care of the alternative diet students. Be it allergies or vegan/vegetarian. Shout out to Sam and Lunch Lady for being his inspiration/shoulder devil angel combo.

Works on getting his GED and eventually night classes. Working at a schools works well for it. Let's throw in an employee assistance program for college or something.

--

Damien meets him while taking a tour.

Tour guide: "Gotham Prep has a dedicated chef for alternate diets your precious student may have." *And it's just Dish-pit!Danny.*

Damian: "How many students do you cook for here?"

Danny: "well, that depends. I have 4 vegetarians, 2 vegans, every now and again the 3 pescaterians. Plus the 15 that pay me to tell their parents when they call that 'yes they are being fed the very best plant products at school' while they really just eat steak, and then 3 more gluten free ones I take care of sides dishes for mainly. So. Like. 11. Give or take the menu."

--

I could see Danny being the guy to accept bribes. "Put your name down and it 10 bucks every time your mom calls."

"Tanner said it was 5?"

"Tanner isn't a dick to Cynthia when she serves him. Say please and thank you next time and it might go down to 5. It's an Entitled Upcharge, get used to it."

--

Damien bonds. Like a feral cat claiming territory. Does a background check and decides that Danny is on probation. Plus, his lentil soup slaps.

--

When Tim loses his spleen, he too joins the cult of Danny. Can't eat from a buffet with a compromised immune system. And I imagine Gotham Prep as a fancy buffet. Because I said so.

--

Add in a sick moment when one of the boys only wants a dish Danny cooks, which gets the other batfam into stealing his recipe, and when that doesn't work, eventually Danny himself is plopped in Alfred's kitchen with the frilly apron of shame tied around him, frog marched to make it.

"He won't stop making puppy dog eyes at us. Fix him."

--

Headcanon he is similar in age to Jason, maybe they meet in GED classes... haha

--

The siblings all have a pact to keep him from Bruce.

"He's adoption bait."

"Oh, absolutely. Let him grow up, he's doing well on his own."

*Danny, living off lunch leftovers from work and spite to finish his GED/degree*

"He's doing amazing sweetie!"

[winniethewife]

Hiii, i don't know how to really do this it's my first time asking. I have always loved when men wear ties and that one scene from Moon knight where Steven is getting ready for a date, it's 🤌🏻. Soo can you do a some smut about that like maybe he is getting ready for work and it's putting on a tie and the gf likes seeing the tie on him and something idk 🤭 bonus point if it sub steven... Aaand he is getting dragged by the tie

Thank you Anon, sorry this took an age.

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay (Steven Grant x F!reader)

Words:572

Warnings: Sub!steven, Puppy pet name, clothed sex, PinV, Unprotected sex, Smut under the cut

Steven stood in his flat getting ready for his day, since he got the promotion to tour guide after returning from…his adventures he was required to dress a little nicer for his everyday look. He looked in the mirror and carefully worked on the knot of his tie…Wait which side was supposed to go over?

“Bugger this.” He grumbles, as he futzes with it a little longer he finally gets it the way he likes. Suddenly regretting the loss of the Mr. Knight suit for no other reason than the always perfectly tied eldredge knot. Just then his lovely girl walked into the room, still in her pajamas and her hair a mess. He turns to her with a smile on his face. “Good morning love. Didn’t wake you did I?”

“Morning…No you didn’t.” She groggily mutters while dragging her eyes over his figure. “Where you going looking like that?” she purred, causing Steven to flush.

“Uh…Work?” He said hesitantly, like somehow that was the wrong question. She gives him a smile and walks over to him, cupping his face in her hand as she looked at him with desire in her eyes.

“Hmm, well perhaps, you could make a detour…” She takes his tie in her hand and pulled on it playfully, and he followed her pull like a dog on a leash, and that only gave her another idea. She pulled again with intention this time, guiding the love-struck brit straight back to the bed. It wasn’t hard to get Steven on his knees as she pulled on his tie, pressing her lips to his as she worked on unbuttoning his shirt, sliding off her pants. His already growing erection presses against the zipper of his dress pants as he kissed her back. He needed this, needed her. She kept a tight grip on his tie as she pulled him over her, reaching up to tease the strip of skin above his pants, fingers dragging over his stomach. Steven whimpered at her touch, using his hands to steady himself as he bucked into her hand.

“Awe, Puppy needs this so bad doesn’t he?” She chuckles her lips pulling away from his.

“Yes. Please Love, I need you.” He gasps and whines. She smiles and pulls him back in for another kiss as her other hand starts to work on the fastenings of his pants, pulling down his bottoms his erection finally free from the confines of his clothing. Steven sighed with relief as the tip of his aching cock felt her hand, gently guiding him to her slit, underwear pushed aside. Her moans join his as he presses into her, feeling him stretching her cunt open, their bodies pressed together. They moved together, the push and pull of her pulling him in closer, him pulling her up into him, seeking the sweet release in the other.

“Fuck…Steven I…Shit.” She hissed as she felt herself coming undone at the seams, the pleasure making her mind go blank.

“Love…Oh Bloody hell.” He groans as he felt her clench down around him, which lead to his own release, painting her insides with his spend.  As they catch their breath she looks up into his sweet puppy brown eyes.

“That was quite a detour.” She chuckles. He joins her.

“Yeah…not your usual road closure that…Ah shite what time is it?” He scrambles to look at the bedside clock. He was going to be late.

~

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wip wednesday

tagged by @standback 🥰🫶 whose river rescue fic you should go read RIGHT NOW

working on the final two chapters of roommates fic (i'm close...i'm sooooo close i promise you...) Inspired by. the new pandas at the San Diego Zoo 🥹🐼🐼 also shout out to everyone who contributed animal suggestions late last night, i sadly was unable to use them all but chris buck and eddie definitely went to see every single one even if it doesn't get mentioned in the fic!!

As they follow along behind Chris, Eddie leans over, hooking his pinky finger in Buck’s. Buck has to remind himself to breathe. “He loves this,” Eddie says quietly, nodding over at Chris, who’s asking the tour guide a dozen excited questions about the pandas. “Thank you.” “C’mon, you know I’d do anything for that kid,” Buck says. “Yeah,” Eddie replies, smiling in the sunlight. “I do.” With a quick glance at Chris, who’s still distracted looking at the pandas, Eddie ducks in and plants a kiss on Buck’s cheek. It happens so quickly Buck has no time to react, except to splutter inelegantly. “Wh—Eddie!” he hisses, lowering his voice so Chris won’t hear. Eddie gives him a smug look over one shoulder. “What? Can’t do what I really want to do right now, so I gotta take what I can get.” And well—fuck. Buck did not think this through at all. Because it was one thing to endure Eddie’s teasing back when he thought it was just teasing. Now, though, Buck knows Eddie’s flirting, and Buck has absolutely no defense against that. “You forget to reapply your sunscreen?” Eddie asks. His fingers are still hooked around Buck’s. “What? You saw me do it after lunch,” Buck says. “Huh.” Eddie reaches up and brushes his thumb over Buck’s cheek. “You’re just looking a little pink, is all.” Buck groans. “Eddie.” Eddie grins. “Dad! Buck! Look! There she is!” 

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