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THANK YOU!!!🤗🤗

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I LOVE THIS & YOU!!!

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i appreciate all the black writers on tumblr !!!!🩵🤎 y’all really putting on for us.

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Being work colleagues aside, I would not mind being in the middle of that buff man sandwich, SIGN ME UP!!!

She’s Mine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader - Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader Warning: cussing, a bit of angst, and fluff Summary: You were the newest addition to the team, and you caught the eyes of 3 beautiful men, but who will win your heart? Word Count: 1,002

You’ve been on the team for 2 years now, which gave you enough time to get to know everyone, some more than others. You found one person that you could tell anything to, and you wouldn’t get judged for it, maybe a little teasing and dark humor with the deep stuff but never judged and that person was Natasha.

Nat helped you through every breakup, every hair color change, every phase that you claimed was the new you, everything. She was your person, and you were hers.

"Y/N!!!" You heard someone scream your name from the living room, you jogged down the stairs coming face to face with Bucky

“Yes, Barnes?” A smirk spread across his face

“I’m going for a run, wanna come?” You rolled your eyes but then nodded

“You screamed bloody murder just to ask me to go on a run with you?”

He nodded and tossed your running shoes to you. Usually, Bucky would run with Steve or Sam but for some reason he wanted you to go with him you admit it was cute but what changed his mind, Steve and Sam were in the living room as well so why didn’t he ask them? The two of you went on the run.

While on your run you somehow twisted your ankle, so Bucky told you to climb onto his back and he carried you back to the compound

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy?" You asked Bucky while 'steering' with his ears,

"I'm sure, it's like you're not even there."

He chuckled as you pulled his left ear for him to go left. Bucky walked into the compound and gently set you down on the kitchen counter, slowly taking your shoe off

"Yeah, it's already swollen. give me a minute, I'm going to get you some ice."

You nodded and watched him walk to the kitchen, putting ice in a clean dishrag. Bucky came back, scooping you up and carrying you to the couch that's when Steve and Sam walked in

"Oh, shit what happened?" Bucky propped your foot on a pillow and gently placed the ice rag on your ankle.

"I twisted my ankle on our run." Steve sat beside you, rubbing your back.

"Do you need anything?" You shook your head and adjusted yourself on the couch.

"I'm gonna run and get you some snacks." Sam placed a blanket over you and kissed the top of your head.

Sam placed a blanket over you and kissed the top of your head.

"I am fine, it's not Bucky's fault I'm an adult I'm capable of taking care of myself." As soon as you tried to take a step you immediately sat back down

"You are not going anywhere, sit down and relax, we are going to make everything better." Steve kissed the top of your head and walked away.

You've always known those 3 had a crush on you but they're starting to act like children, Bucky sat down beside you, rubbing your back

"I'm really sorry, I didn't want you to get hurt" You rolled your eyes

"Can you just take me to my room, please? I wanna take a nap." Bucky nodded and picked you up from the couch. you admit Bucky was and is very attractive, but you're here for work, not to fall in love.

He took you to your room, laid you down on the bed, tucked you in, and kissed your forehead.

"If you need anything, just call me."

You nodded and watched him leave the room. You turned on your side, trying your best to get comfortable. You pulled your phone out and decided to start scrolling through it. There was a soft knock at your bedroom door.

"Come in," You called out. Sam poked his head in, showing a bag of snacks. You slowly sat up, leaning against your headboard

"Sam, you really didn't have to do this; it's just a sprained ankle." He walked the rest of the way in and sat on your bed

He shrugged and set the bag beside you. He moved closer, helping you take out some of the snacks from the bag and drinks setting them on your bedside table

"I know, but that way you don't have to get out of bed when you're hungry, you'll have all your snacks and drinks." He crumpled up the bags placing them inside one another.

Sam was very attentive; he always made sure someone else was taken care of before taking care of himself, which you really admired and appreciated about him.

"Well, thank you, Sammy, I appreciate it and you." You pulled Sam into a hug

When the two of you pulled back, Sam's face was inches from yours, his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes, you knew what he wanted, and deep down, you wanted it too, but was it right? Would it give him the wrong idea?

Before you had time to react or pull away, his lips were on yours, soft, passionate, his hand came up to cup your face, gently rubbing his thumb up and down your cheek. You slowly pulled away from him, staring at him wide eyed.

"S-Sam..." He shook his head and ran out of your room

You sat there for a minute trying to figure out what just happened, on one hand you liked Sam, he was nice and funny, but on the other hand you didn't want it to complicate your friendship or work dynamic. You were so confused and didn't know what to do, the best option was to sleep it off.

Sam ran to find Natasha; she was in the kitchen making herself some coffee

"Nat! I gotta talk to you!" He rushed up beside her, nearly knocking her over

"Woah, slow down, birdman, what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and leaned against the counter "I kissed Y/N."

"You did what?!" Two voices boomed from behind Sam in unison. Sam's in troubleeeeeeeeeee.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a really really long time, I hope you guys like it too. If you want to be tagged in future fics comment here or send me a message. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🥰

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Too friggin' adorbs!!!🥰

Jigsaw Puzzles

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader Warning: nothing but fluff Summary: You enjoyed jigsaw puzzles, Steve knew that, and got you one with 365 pieces, you couldn't be happier. Word Count: 679

You sat in the common room, happily putting together a fruit basket jigsaw puzzle. You didn't care what the picture was; you just enjoyed the relaxation that came with putting pieces together.

"Hey, Y/N, Whatcha working on?" You looked up, meeting Steve's eyes

"A fruit basket, the banana is being difficult" You stuck your tongue out trying to concentrate

You couldn't find where the piece went; it didn't frustrate you or anger you; it challenged you, and you loved it. Steve sat down in front of you, watching you move the pieces around to fit. You glanced up at him flashing him a small smile

"What?" You giggled, looking back down at the puzzle

He shook his head and handed you a piece closest to him. "Nothing, just admiring you."

You felt the heat creep on your cheeks. Steve has never been this bold with you before, and you liked it. Steve rubbed his hands together and stood up

"I just wanted to come check on you, I'm going to head out do you need anything?"

"Oohh, pretzels," you said, not taking your eyes off the puzzle. He smiled and walked out the door.

Steve had an idea of how he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend, he was super excited and couldn't wait to get back to you and give it to you, of course, he got your pretzels too.

Steve came back to the compound to see that you had completed your puzzle. He handed you a bag of pretzels and a box that said 365, you looked up at him confused

"What's this?" You took the box, slowly opening it.

"Just a little present for being such an amazing person." He sat in front of you and smiled wide

You opened the box, revealing puzzle pieces. You smiled widely, dumping the pieces onto the table. He sat back in his seat and watched you intently, you started to put the puzzle together.

"You know, you're really pretty." You smiled and looked up at him

"Thank you, Steve." You went back to putting the puzzle together, and you started to realize it's spelling out something

Seeing that made you even more excited; you couldn't wait to see what it spelled out. The more the puzzle came together, the more excited you became. Steve sat there quietly, waiting for you to finish and trying his best not to distract you.

Finally, it was all together, you looked down at the finished product that said, "Will you be my girlfriend?" You stared at the puzzle, your breath caught in your throat, you finally looked up at Steve who was sitting there smiling like an idiot.

"Is this real?" Steve nodded and pointed to the top of the box

"365, for every day I've loved you." He placed the box back on the table and looked up at you

"Now, if you say no, this will be very awkward" He chuckled and took your hand in his.

You gave his hand a little squeeze, you nodded your head, "I would love to be your girlfriend."

Steve jumped up, picked you up in his arms, and spun you around. When he finally put you back on the ground, he cupped both of your cheeks and pressed his lips softly against yours. His hands traveled down to your hips and pulled you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingertips through his hair.

You pulled back for a breather, looking up at him, "You love me?"

He nodded and kissed your forehead. "What's not to love? You're amazing, funny, kind, and you're always so calm. Your love for puzzles fascinates me. Your eyes sparkle every time you complete a puzzle, and I hope to be the second reason why your eyes sparkle."

You smile widely and take one of his hands, placing a small kiss on it, "I love you too, Steve. Thank you for the puzzle I am going to cherish this forever."

Steve imitates your movements "And I will cherish you forever."

A/N: This came to me when I was doing a jigsaw puzzle on my laptop, I figured Steve would be cute about it. I hope you guys like it, if you want to be tagged in future fics comment here or send me a message. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🥰

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Again, giving more reasons Steve is my #1! Healing, of course he would use it for others to get better, ugh swoooooooooooon!!!

Ohhh Jake, that sweet buff, awkward, cute puppy continuing to be a nerd, through & through LOL

Hello bestie! I was just thinking about how 'Superhero AU' isn't usually something the non-Steve CE Babes get to partake in. What do you think everyone's superpowers might be?

My mind is awash with possibilities, I can't wait to see what you come up with!

This. THIS was so unbelievably fun I could answer it in like 12 hours, wow. Honestly, I'm just sooooo glad you made this throwaway comment yesterday because my brain went brrrr and never quit! Love ya. Magical. No notes. And no warnings just fun!

James Mace - Mind Control

My beautiful, practical babe, bless. Mace is forever trying to choose the best, most efficient path forward, and he is endlessly irritated by people who argue with him or can't see that. If he could only tweak their mind to see his reasoning, everything would go a lot smoother and faster. Mace would love to have that control, and I truly think he would not abuse that power...much.

Curtis Everett - Super Strength

Curtis is keeping it simple--he'd like to pummel bad people. The end.

Sure, he can use unflagging, inhuman strength to help a lot, but the first and real goal is to stop those making terrible choices on behalf of those who cannot choose. Curtis has that violent side. He needs to let it out in a positive and beneficial way.

Jimmy Dobyne - Invisibility

He has a manually intensive job that doesn't require much intelligence, but I think Jimmy would love spying in a meaningful way. He's halfway there already, being invited to and blending in at upper crust parties, so why not gather up some info that can be used to stop those manipulative people from profiting off those like him, huh? There's a small part of this that is Jimmy simply not wishing to be seen sometimes, and every once in a while he'd like to not be found at 5am to start working. Let the man sleep in once or twice, jeez...

Johnny Storm - X-ray Vision

Ok, even I have to laugh at this one, but I also had to think about Johnny the longest! At first it hit me that maybe he'd still want to fly, but since he was already a pilot of all sorts, that might not be necessary. Then I considered he'd want to manipulate things like Sue, but nah, that seemed too...indirect for him??

Finally, I decided that there's an ability Johnny may have been hoping for since he was a boy--he'd like to see through walls. Yeah, he wanted to check out girls in the locker room for a while, or he'd like to win tons at a casino by seeing what cards are coming up. Then I kept having this idea he'd be more like Iron Man with Jarvis's heads-up display?? Again, weird, I know, but Johnny is military and NASA trained. He's a pilot and was supposed to be an explorer, so wouldn't it be awesome for him to see beyond barriers!!! It's sorta perfect, no?

Jake Jensen - Control of Machines

Duh. He's already trying this IRL, so of course Jake wants to innately have machines do anything he desires. Pretty sure he's first on the waitlist for every new 'doll' robot anyway. This power would practically mean he could make his own perfect woman, and he could remain as awkward as he likes lol.

Lloyd Hansen - Mind Control

Big shock--people annoy Lloyd. His life would be a lot easier if everybody just did what he said, no questions asked, and with no regard for their safety...especially since Lloyd has no regard for their safety. He doesn't care. He would absolutely abuse this power. That is the whole point.

Ari Levinson - Teleportation

Seems like the type of impatient who get an order or an idea and needs to get started now. Let's go. He needs to be in another part of the city? the country? the world? Well then why isn't he there yet? He needs to extract people from danger? What are we waiting for?! Blink: he's there. Blink: he's back. Person: safe. Object: recovered. What's next?

Ransom Drysdale - Invisibility

Basically so he can steal stuff he wants and mess with people, but Ran is also good at gathering information to use against his family people. Whatever power you give him, he's using it selfishly, end of story.

Andy Barber - Time Manipulation

Being able to move around a crime scene before anything can disturb it would be great, but being able to rewind what happened? maybe even stop it? That's ideal. I think in a way Andy is tired of helping to get justice after something terrible has happened. He would thrive with a preventative power.

Steve Rogers - Healing

This one almost feels like a giveaway because he could have saved his mother from TB, and Steve would obviously have never wished for a damaging power. He won't even carry a gun for goodness sake, and while he is absolutely there to fight bad guys, hitting, injuring, or taking down bad guys directly PROTECTS GOOD PEOPLE. He doesn't want anyone to die, actually. Steve would just show up at a different hospital everyday and clear the place out. That's like his dream job.

Bucky Barnes - Telekinesis

He admires the magical abilities of, say, Gandalf in The Hobbit & LOTR, and while I guarantee he'd totally show up at a crazy shrine school in freaking Tibet to silently study magic for years, Bucky would also just...love to be able to move stuff with his mind. He was a sniper in the army and as Winter Soldier, so distance from the thing he's affecting has always been a goal. Bucky would totally enjoy a sort of 'hands off' ability.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: I would be VERY INTERESTED to know what powers you think these guys would want/have, so please share your thoughts!!

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Nothing like a guy you like having a random sex dream about you to boost your ego😁

Has TT!Ransom ever had a naughty dream about Bubbles? 🤭

I'm such a sucker for characters having sex dreams about you. 🤭

Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: Ransom has some feelings to re-evaluate.

Warnings: Mild smut (dry humping). Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

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It started innocently enough, you'd stopped by Ransom's cubicle for a quick chat. He'd been so busy lately he hadn't had time to chat with you in the breakroom like usual. He'd told you not to wait up for him and now you'd caught him working late.

But the work had to be done. Not just for his paycheck, either. He needed to prove to himself, to everyone, that he could actually do things. That he wasn't a good-for-nothing spoiled brat. That he wasn't just a freeloader who manipulated his way into getting what he wanted. That he was worthy.

Worthy of what, he still wasn't quite sure. But he needed to prove it.

"Oh wow," you say when he looks up. "You're looking exhausted!"

"I'm feeling exhausted," he retorts. "I can't keep my eyes open but I gotta get this done."

You saunter around his desk and gently pull him away from his computer.

"I think I know something that'll help," you coo in his ear.

His face scrunches in confusion before morphing into a look of surprise as you straddle him.

"What--" You interrupt his protests with a kiss. He doesn't even bother trying to fight it. He leans into your touch, returns your fervor. He's wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long.

As much as he wants to go slow, let you direct the pace, he can't help when his hips start moving. You gasp in surprise and he thinks he has to stop but you start moaning. Ransom's breath hitches and he wraps his arms around you to bring you even closer to him, your clothes the only barrier between you.

Rolling your hips causes Ransom to moan into your mouth and you giggle.

"You're so hard already!" you gasp.

"Feels so good," he breathes. He moves his hands down, grabbing your hips tightly.

He pulls away just a bit, watching your breasts bounce under your blouse. He's tempted to tear the blouse open and get a taste of your breasts, especially as you start whimpering in pleasure.

"I need you," he moans. "Make me feel good, babe."

Your hips move faster and he throws back his head, groaning in pleasure. He's painfully hard now. He needs to cum so bad. You start giving little bites along his exposed neck and he starts chanting, "please, please, please."

"Let go for me," you whisper hoarsely into his ear. He eagerly gives in.

Ransom startles awake as he cums in his shorts.

"Fuck," he groans as he realizes it was a dream. He hasn't had such an intense wet dream since he was a teenager. Yet here he is, laying in his now stained boxers, trying to get his thoughts together.

What the hell is wrong with him? Having sex dreams about his friend? Is it a holdout from his old self, wanting to corrupt the innocent good girl? His dream self didn't even seem to care about your pleasure. God, what if he was the kind of asshole who just wanted what he couldn't have? He'd never be good enough for you so his subconscious wants to take you?

Maybe it's not so complicated. It's been a long time since he got laid, maybe he's just in need of some release and your face was most familiar. He should be grateful the dream wasn't about Jake's wife with how sex dreams can be.

But even as he cleans himself up and gets ready for the day, he can't shake the dream. Maybe he should stay away from you for a bit, look into a dating app. Or just a hookup app. You told him you wanted him to branch out, make more friends.

This isn't quite the same thing, but it is a need that he just can't ask you to help him fill. Sweet, innocent Bubbles who deserves a good man, a knight in shining armor. Not a screw-up like him. Not an asshole who struggled to see humans as people not playthings. Not a cretin like him.

Ransom pulls out his phone and starts looking at possible dating apps. Whatever it takes to keep from tainting you with his...everything.

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Which of your Steves cums the most? ☺️

What a question!!!!!

I'm so scandalized!!!!!!!

🤭😉

I think it has to be Exiled Nomad Steve. He lets himself get so pent up, and then whenever he finds his way to you again, he's always insatiable! Him more than any of my other Steves I think is also affected by that super soldier serum. It enhanced everything. More of it per shot, and more robust turnaround time for being able to cum again.

After him, it's Viking King Steve for sure.

Thank you for your hoeful ask, my wicked wifey!

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Mischievous Monday Thought

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader Word Count: 251 A/N: This is me hitting the restart button quite vehemently to buff out the creative rust after an excruciatingly loooong break. Warnings: Language | Steve's little shit behavior in public! Steve strikes again on this fine Monday! Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! GIF credits to @myimaginesworld Divider credits to @buck-star Thank you, Sydney :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

♡ Weeklong Thingamajig ♡

Indulge Away!

You came to a massive conclusion this fine Monday morning.

You're associated with a bunch of hooligans.

First, you got an alert on your work device, which was displaying your presentation on the holographic screens while you were hosting a meeting--seven department heads present--and your screen blinked: GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!

Though entirely unprofessional and embarrassing even, everyone knew Tony was…well, Tony.

Muttering curses under your breath, you finally reached the 28th floor, where Tony usually hosted meetings, and you found everyone already there.

Everyone except Steve.

He entered two minutes later, wearing the shirt you picked out this morning because he was painfully adorable in those soft dawn hours.

Interestingly, Steve Rogers didn't meet your gaze, but you could tell he looked impish.

He just walked strutted into the room.

And then he stood beside you. Close. Extremely close.

Staring at Tony his expression twisted to that almost-annoyed look that clearly said, 'I'm too busy; can we just get on with it,' face.

As if.

Because he just smacked and groped your ass. So quick, so subtle, it left you gaping.

You were reasonably sure no one noticed.

You hoped no one noticed.

It was honestly amazing how stoic he looked. Almost made you question if you'd cooked it up in your always horny-in-his-presence mind.

Utterly unbelievable--until his gaze shifted to yours, his lips twitching into a barely there grin as he threw you a wink.

Little shit Rogers! He'd get it when you got your hands on him.

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what a beautiful day to not be in high school

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i lov silly women. all my respect to dumbass wacky girls

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Sometimes good roadhead and a good railing is all we need😈

Hii! Idk if requests are open and it's okay if there not 🥰

but when I read this: "Also, Ari strikes me as a man who would enjoy road head or pull over to go down on you if he's horny or bored or just because. I don't have a reason for that, but it's true. The end."

It's making me feel like we need a full smutty fic of them going on vacation somewhere snowing and this happens because he's bored + horny 👀✋🏼

*ngl, I like the gif. idgaf. Warnings for smut (oral, m & f receiving), obviously. Based on this Who Would. WC 1280

You both absolutely suck at planning trips or time to yourselves--other than spending the night in after work--so, of course, you two over extend before your first legitimate weekend getaway.

Nobody packed!

It took until the wee hours to gather the things you'd need and prepare the home to be left unattended. There was no time for fooling around.

Ari passed out on the couch because clothes were all over the bed for you to visualize 'outfits,' and so he may not strictly be sleepy, just tired and antsy. His free foot won't stop bouncing on the cushioned floor mat.

He isn't subtle in his thoughts.

"How big of a bed did we get?" "Do you think the walls are thick or...?" "How busy is it this time of year? Could we have the hot tub to ourselves?" "Exactly how many layers will you need outside? Is that a lengthy process to take off?"

The traffic thins as you leave the city, but then an accident brings everyone to a dead stop. Even the sky is blocked by the towering trucks on all sides which...can't possibly be why Ari is so irate.

"Come on," he gripes, smacking the butt of his hand on the steering wheel. "Let's just get there."

You have to laugh at such a tiny tantrum from a very big man. It'll be at least an hour and a half (at speed).

"I swear, honey, I thought we'd be..." he mumbles something, scraping through his beard before holding your hand "...by now."

"What was that?" Though you know where this is going, it's worth it to make Ari say it. "What were we supposed to be doing?"

You rub your thumb along his knuckles pointedly.

"Well," he starts, voice low and rich, "I would definitely be buried inside you the very second we were behind closed doors, that's for sure." He adjusts himself in the seat, pawing at his jeans where they grow uncomfortably snug. "If you could only fit in my lap..."

He trails off again, sighing at the mere idea.

click THUD.

You drop his hand to open and shut your side of the cab, a wicked smile curling on your lips.

"One mississippi."

He doesn't take your meaning right away.

"These qualify as 'closed doors' and we are behind them," you simmer. "I can think of at least one way to be buried inside me right here if you're...interested."

Ari freely stares at you and rakes his eyes up and down your body, squinting like the specifics of the offer elude him, but he is all over it anyway.

"Fuck, yes," he growls. "Please." His head swivels around to check all the mirrors before quickly unzipping his pants and pulling his semi-hard cock out.

You tap the gearshift to remind him of his lead foot. Ari gets twitchy when this horny, and there was that one incident.

He throws that sucker into park so fast the metal and plastic actually whine.

Tucking your legs under you, you shimmy to a good angle before replacing his hand with yours, leaning towards his lips only to drop when he moves in, licking the length of him several times, lubing him up to take in your mouth.

Ari's head drops, satisfied though you've barely begun. He's wound tight from all the rushed preparations and can't help but melt into your ministrations. He tugs at his jeans to give you more and more access. The man does appreciate thorough attention.

If there's one thing you can count on, it's that he'll be putty in your hands the sloppier you are, so slowly building up that slick saliva until it drips beneath your fingers at his base blows his mind, every time, without fail.

"Holy shit," he moans, letting one hand rest on the back of your head and the other spread out over your clothed ass. Oh so gently, both knead without pattern or control while his eyes stay slits to watch the road.

They don't really see the road, and he glances down to ration his fill of the naughty scene.

Ari, again, is not subtle in his thoughts.

"You're so hot. Gorgeous. So fucking sexy--right there--uhhnn yeah, sounds like you're enjoying this as much as I am. You wet?" He shoves his hand into your pants to check. "Oh fuck, you are. Careful. You keep doing that--" he doesn't need a lot of fanfare, just focus on the cockhead and coax him with steady strokes "--and I'm gonna blow, sweetheart."

His voice grows hoarse in all his panting.

"Holy shit, are you--so, so close--you swallowing? You're perfect. You're so fucking hot."

Ari's careful not to grip at your head when he comes, leaky and thick, with a roar of relief, but that doesn't stop his finger inside you from plunging deeper and holding you there.

You know exactly the combination to this lock; he knows the combination to your body as well.

He teases you while he comes down, too, absently spreading your arousal back and forth from your clit to your crack. Then Ari chuckles, giddy, a bit light headed, letting his thighs stop their shaking before releasing you.

"Okay...so...are we there yet?"

Only one of the surrounding trucks has begun to roll forward a few car lengths.

Ari hurries to right his jeans and shift into drive, turn signal ticking as soon as possible.

Though it takes a slow and sexually excruciating mile to find a turn off for a 'scenic outlook,' he keeps you on the edge with dirty promises. The parking lot--if one can call a single row of spots barely separated from the highway by a grassy strip a 'lot'--is empty because it's chilly with dense fog, and Ari backs into the very farthest place, ordering you to climb into the truck bed.

It's polite with an edge of desperation, but the phrase "your juicy ass" is used.

Heedless of the cold, he rips his jacket off toned, flexed arms, laying it down for you so that you're not naked against freezing metal. You'd be self-conscious if the entire area weren't obscured by weather and the general incline of the hilly road.

Ari's words have devolved into a series of grunts, groans and moans as he manhandles you into a good position. The way he wraps his arms around your spread legs keeps away almost all of the chill, thankfully, but the fervor with which he dives into your heat is really where the warmth comes from. His tongue and breath are pleasant before escalating to pleasurable. HIs beard roughs up your tender skin in all the right places before the sting is eased by his plush lips.

In no uncertain terms, he absolutely sucks the life out of you, kneading your leg slung over his shoulder and curling his touch into the right spot when you finally chase climax and hump his face. Ari loves Needy-you, Controlling-you, Happy-you, and there's no better way for him to see it than down the length of your body, staring with bright, sparkling, hungry eyes.

He keeps you warm beneath him until you're fit to move, helping to yank your pants back up inch by inch.

Jumping out to offer you a hand down, Ari gets the giggles again, pressing a kiss to your smiling lips. He lingers long enough that you have to slap at his chest.

"We'll never get there if you don't stop," you laugh.

"New rule," he huffs, shrugging his coat back on and running his fingers through his tangled hair, "no roadtrips anywhere over an hour away."

[Main Masterlist; Ari Levinson Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[thiquefunlover63]

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“So hard to walk a human these days”

[thiquefunlover63]

Marry Steve because DUH, you know me 😁!

Fuck Jake because even tho he may be a shy puppy & my #2, I believe he would give a good railing, out of pure eagerness 🤤.

Kill Curtis because I do not have the wherewithal at this point in my life to be his lover AND therapist😩

FMK! Steve, Curtis and Jake! (Hang in there!)

Hmmm....

Fuck Steve. I'd love to have a night with that super strength and stamina.

Marry Jake (always).

Kill Curtis so I don't have to risk the UTI. 😅