#adcu fic

[mrs-gucci]

For the Hunt

{ werewolf!flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Werewolf Flip wanting to knock you up (or role play at it) and scenting when you’re ripe for him and chasing you down and pounding you

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warnings. SMUT (18+), werewolf in rut, primal kink (hunter/prey), breeding kink w/no intention of actually getting pregnant, dirty talk, outdoor sex, creampie, minimal aftercare.

word count: 995

🐺 written for werewolf wednesday 🐺

Your breathing is soft, exhilarated, creating little puffs of steam in the cold night air. A shiver runs down your spine, out of excitement or nerves, you’re not really sure.

You two have an agreement that on rut nights, he has full consent to use you however he wants or needs to. He tells you what he needs from you on a particular night and you give it to him willingly, whether it's being tied up on the bed down in the basement or up at his remote mountain cabin.

His absolute favorite thing, however, is when he gets to hunt you. Which is why you’re currently standing behind a big pine tree, trying to steady your breathing.

By now you’ve nearly perfected the art of giving Flip a good chase, having been with him for almost six years. And tonight is an extra special full moon because you’re ovulating, which gives Flip the ultimate prize in his werewolf brain: the chance to breed you.

He looks up at the full moon with his golden eyes, knowing it’s time to hunt, he lifts his snout eagerly.

Almost instantly, he picks up traces of your scent and his paws thud against the earth as he runs into the thick Colorado wilderness. He can already feel that this is one of his more mild ruts, but he's still just as desperate and tuned-in regardless.

Flip slows down and sniffs the air again, knowing that he's close. You can feel him nearby, sticks snapping and leaves crunching under his large paws.

You sneak a look around the tree and he doesn't seem to notice, so you quickly attempt to sneak to another tree. But of course, his head whips over and you freeze, then take off running.

He feels the familiar tingle of his primal hunting instinct creeping up through his body, but he still gives you a head start before taking off in your direction, eyes beginning to turn black with desire.

Your breathing is heavy as you sprint away from Flip, trying to give him a good chase. He growls softly out of sheer thrill and quickly dips to the side to run around you, then stands proudly. You come to a screeching halt.

Strands of drool hang from his jowls as he takes a step forward, then another, piercing you with his lustful stare. You let out a shaky breath and step back, not actually afraid but acting so anyway.

"Please don't hurt me," you say softly, eyes flickering down to his hard member for just a moment.

He grunts when he notices your quick downward look and stands a bit taller, eager to present himself to you.

"I have something else in mind," he says in his deep, gruff voice. "If you do your job correctly, then it should be pleasurable for both of us."

You bite your lip as he steps forward again, sniffing the air.

"You smell especially good tonight, little girl. I could smell your ripe, fertile pussy from back at the house. You're so ready to be bred."

"I don't--"

"Run," he says, interrupting you. "If I catch you, you're mine."

Immediately, you take off again and he gives you a moment before taking three long strides, catching you and causing you to fall over. He quickly catches you with a clawed paw, though.

He brings his mouth down to your ear as he lowers you to the ground.

"I got you," he says. "And now, I get to pound you until you're swollen with my seed."

You whimper softly as he holds your wrists down and takes a sharpened claw to your pants, tearing the crotch open to make room for his thick, pulsing cock. He lets out a shaky breath as he pushes your legs apart and lines himself up with your wet entrance.

Flip groans when he finally gets the wet, hot relief he's been desiring all night within your walls. He gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move, his hips delivering sharp thrusts.

You moan unashamedly as Flip growls and fucks you from behind. Hearing his noises of pleasure only arouses you more and you clench, earning a surprised, breathy grunt from your husband.

“F-Flip…”

His noises get louder and he leans down again, beginning to lick at your neck and jaw, occasionally scraping his teeth lightly against your skin as an alternative.

“I need you,” he grunts, hips speeding up slightly. “I need you to h-hold all my cum inside, keep it a-all…give me pups…”

You gasp softly, eyebrows knitting in pleasure.

“I will,” you breathe. “I-I’ll keep it all f-for you, my love.”

His cock throbs and he knows he can't hold on much longer. He always feels guilty that more often than not, you don't get to cum like this. But he definitely makes sure to return the favor the first opportunity he gets.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna--" He cuts off as the intense orgasmic sensations suddenly rush through him. His eyes flutter shut and he rocks his hips desperately, spilling every drop he has deep inside of you. "O-Ohhhh god..."

You sigh softly as he lets go of your wrists and sits up a bit, still staying buried deep in your pussy. He helps you get up on your hands and knees, then licks your neck again.

"Are you alright? I wasn't too harsh?"

"I'm fine, honey," you reassure, looking back at him with a small smile. "I promise I'm okay. I would've used the safe word if I wasn't."

Flip nods and pulls out slowly, letting out a shaky huff as he does so. When you stand up, he gently picks you up and you rest in his large arms. You smile up at him.

"I love you, Flip."

His eyes soften and wishes he could return your smile. "I love you too."

You sigh softly and look up at the night sky as Flip carries you back to the house.

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[rynwritesstuff]

Crazy In Love

Movie Director!Charlie Barber x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, brief name-calling (slut, whore), gendered pet names (pretty girl), and general sexy stuff

Word Count: 1,150

Summary: You and Charlie have sex after a movie premiere. 

Author’s Note: Thank you to the people who sent requests/ideas in! I’ll get to them soon, I just had to write this lmao. Feel free to send as many as you want. <3

Your love’s got the best of me, baby you’re making a fool of me . . . “ - Crazy In Love, Beyonce 

The lights come up, and Charlie stands, which tells you that you should stand as well. You do, smoothing out your dress as you smile softly. Charlie’s grinning and waving and lighting up a cigarette, and God, he looks delicious. 

You’re so proud of him, of his accomplishments, tonight and always. He’s so creative, your Charlie. He made a masterpiece, he really did. You’re not good at sharing, but tonight? You’re alright with the world seeing just how talented Charlie Barber is. The credits of his movie are rolling on the big screen, and people are standing up to clap. You could cry, so beyond thrilled that everyone who ever doubted your boyfriend has been proved wrong. He did it. He did this, and he did it well. 

He looks back for you, trying to find you in the sea of people, and when he spots you, his smile widens. You blow him a kiss. 

He catches it, then reaches into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. He lights it up and begins to smoke it. You swallow harshly, still clapping for him as heat forms between your thighs.

People make their way out of the theater, and you hurry to catch up to Charlie. When he sees you, he holds his hand out to you. 

“There she is,” he says. “My pretty girl.” 

You smile, leaning against his arm as you hold his hand. 

“You did such a wonderful job, baby! It was incredible!” 

“Yeah? You really think so?” Charlie asks. He kisses the top of your head, and the cameras go crazy, snapping and shooting pictures of the two of you. “Of course I think so!” you say happily as the two of you walk out to the car. It begins to drive you both back to the hotel. Charlie’s hand rests on your thigh the entire way there, and you know exactly what this means. 

He’s trying to contain himself, behave himself, but really? He loves the way you look in this dress, and he’s eager to take it off of you. 

The two of you walk up to the hotel room wordlessly, and Charlie swipes the card to unlock the door. You step inside before him, and he puts the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the outside handle before closing and re-locking the door. 

You smile at him as he loosens his tie. 

“You look so handsome, Charlie,” you say as he walks towards you. He hums, putting his hands on your hips and pulling your body flush against his. 

“And you look absolutely – mm – beautiful,” he says, kissing you in the middle of his sentence. 

You need him so badly. He looks so good, and your pussy is so wet . . . 

“Please fuck me,” you breathe against his mouth. Charlie hums. 

“You need it that badly, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding eagerly. “Need you. Need your dick.”

Charlie chuckles lowly, then says: “And they say romance is dead.”

You give his ass a playful squeeze. 

“The offer’s gonna expire, Mr. Director . . .”

“Oh?” Charlie says, tugging you towards the bed. He shoves you down on it. “We wouldn’t want that.”

You smirk, pulling your dress up as he works at his pants. By the time he manages to get his cock free, you’ve pulled your panties off and tossed them to the floor. Charlie gets on top of you, settling between your legs, and kisses you deeply as he presses his cock up against your entrance. He smells like cologne and cigarettes, a smell that is so classically Charlie. 

You love it. 

He’s kissing you like his life depends on it, like he’s a starved man in need of something, anything. 

“Mm. You gonna take my cock?” Charlie breathes against your mouth. You nod, and Charlie presses his tip into your pussy. 

“Fuck, Charlie . . .” 

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Ask me nicely, and I’ll fuck you how you like it.”

Your pussy clenches. 

“Need you,” you say, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “Need you so badly, Charlie, need your cock in my pussy, please . . .“

He thrusts the rest of the way into you, and once you’ve adjusted to the feeling, he begins to roll his hips. He wastes little time, picking up speed almost immediately and fucking you into the mattress so hard that you can barely formulate a sentence. 

“F-Fuck! Fuck, Charlie! Mmm!”

“Take it . . . Take it, pretty girl. Take it like I know you can . . .”

Your body is bouncing as he rolls his hips furiously. Your hands move up to tug at his hair, and he grunts softly as you give it a good yank. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you all through the movie,” Charlie admits. “Couldn’t stop thinking about having you like this . . . My perfect little slut . . . Such a good whore . . .”

“Mmm, fuck!” you groan at his words as he pounds you. “Fuck, shit, Charlie . . .!”

“Touch yourself,” Charlie says. “Touch that little clit for me. Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You reach down, and you desperately rub your clit, chasing your orgasm. 

“Don’t stop talking, Charlie,” you breathe, rubbing your clit quickly. “Tell me what a good whore I am . . .”

Charlie grunts, fucking you faster. 

“The best,” he breathes. “The best l-little whore . . . Mmm . . . Always taking cock like a good girl . . .”

He’s losing himself in the pleasure that your body is providing, and his cock begins to throb and twitch. He’s close already. 

“Fuck, fuck, Charlie . . . “

“My own personal slut, hm? You love taking cock, but I know you l-like mine the best . . . Shit!”

You nod quickly. 

“I do,” you breathe. “I do. You’re the best I’ve ever had, Charlie . . . Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” 

He nods, then presses his face against your shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you. Waves or pleasure cascade over you, all radiating from between your legs. Chills rise on your arms, but you can’t feel them. You’re too focused on prolonging your orgasm. When Charlie feels you flooding his cock, he cums with a long grunt. 

“S-Shit! Fuck!” he exclaims, dumping his cum into your pussy. You groan at the feeling. You’re so full of him, so full of his seed, and God you feel fulfilled. 

“Fuck,” you sigh before Charlie kisses you. His lips work against yours, and you laugh breathily when he pulls away. Your lipstick is all over his mouth. You touch his cheek. 

“Pretty boy,” you mutter. 

You kiss him again. 

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[rachoxpotato]

🦕 Commander Mills x female reader 🔞 NSFW ⚠️ CW // skinny dipping, praise, waterfall sex ✏️ 2.8k words

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Between securing shelter, exploring your surroundings, and running from creatures you still can’t believe exist in this world, it has been an endlessly stressful, restless three days since the crash.

"This way," Commander Mills says. He marks another tree as you both turn right down a semi-clear path lined on either side in trees, palms, shrubs. You follow and walk together for another half-mile or so.

You hear it before he does.

"Oh my god," you gasp, reaching for his wrist.

Mills steps in front of you, gun ready. "What?"

His instinct to protect you makes your body vibrate. A warmth spreads throughout you that you haven't felt in years prior to crashing in this god-forsaken place. You know it's wildly inappropriate fantasizing about a man who spends every second of every day and night protecting you and trying to get you home...

"Through here," he says, using his corded forearm to push a palm frond out of the way for you.

...but then his eyes do that thing when they look at you, and then that sexy strand of hair falls into his eye, and his hands are just so /so/ big. 

"Mills," you gasp, but he's already a step ahead, slipping out of his gun strap, and dropping it to the ground.

Before you... is paradise. 

It's a blue lagoon shaded by a canopy of palm leaves and lush, greenery. It's crystal-clear water and ample protection provided by the mountain behind. It's several thin streams of rushing water cascading from the cliffs above and into the pool below. It's...

Mills's chiseled back as he strips his shirt while approaching the water.

He falls to his knees at the shore and cups water into both of his massive hands, then lifts them to his mouth.

"It's fresh," he announces, looking over his shoulder. "I think it’s a cold spring."

He turns back to the oasis and you take the opportunity to drop your own pack, your gun, your knife. 

He must hear you unzip your pants because he turns to look, but stops himself. 

"S-sorry," he mutters, his attention returning to what he can gather in his paws and slurp down. (It's a lot).

"Don't mention it," you say, shucking your shirt and padding toward the water in just your bra and panties... the same ones you'd been wearing since the crash. 

And you know a bra is impractical in a post-apocalyptic, dinosaur infested, Jumanji-land, but... surely he'd notice that despite the heat, humidity, and relative discomfort of this location, your nipples are consistently as hard as diamonds.

"How is it?" he asks as you wade deeper into the lagoon.

You turn, just as your breasts disappear beneath the cool water, and clench when you realize his eyes are mid-snap from your chest to your face. Despite the naturally cool spring, you're warm all over again.

"It's perfect," you moan, dunking your head under.

"I'll keep watch," he says when you resurface. "Enjoy."

"No, come in!"

He clearly wants to. A bud of hope blooms inside of you that the cool water isn't the only reason he's considering joining. "I can go after you're done."

You frown and without warning, slap your hand across the water to splash him.

Mills feigns offense as you do it again and he wastes no time in unzipping his own pants. 

You squeeze your legs together like you do when you talk yourself out of letting your hand wander at night. When it's his turn to sleep and you're taking watch. When his soft snores consume your thoughts and make you wish you were lying next to him, against him, with his arm caging you in, keeping you safe. 

His black boxer-briefs and happy trail disappear beneath the water as he wades closer. You float onto your back, close your eyes, and attempt to picture anything over than the definition and contour between each abdominal muscle. 

"Please tell me you remember how to get here," you say, dropping your feet to find the sandy bottom. It's a bit shallower than you remember, and standing upright, the water only reaches your ribs.

Mills's eyes drop and his jaw clenches when he takes in your soaked bra, water droplets racing over the swells of the tops of your breasts, and getting trapped in the lace at the top.

All things considered, if you were doomed to one bra for an apocalyptic eternity, at least you're wearing a cute, lacy black one.

He clears his throat and looks at your face. "Yes, I remember."

His voice is low, eyes dark. You don't hide beneath the water.

The closest waterfall is just off to the right and as much as you'd love to stand there and have the sexiest man you've ever seen ogle your t!ts, a natural waterfall might be just what you need to truly cool you down.

"Where are you going?" he asks as you swim away.

"To check this out!" you reply, reaching the cascading water and giggling as it beats down on your head. The sandy bottom supports your feet as you tip your head back and let it pull your hair away from your face.

He smiles and makes his way over before placing his hand beneath the cascading water to catch it in his palm. Then, he ducks his head under, groaning as it beats down on his head, neck, and back.

You practically watch his tension melt away as his shoulders drop away from his ears.

You swim a little closer. 

You crouch down until the water reaches your neck and take some into your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you spit it out. He watches you intently but must not notice your arm bent behind your back because as soon as the cups of your bra float to the surface, his eyes widen.

"Is this okay?" you ask, removing the straps from both arms. "I'm just sick of it."

"Yeah," he says immediately. "I get it. I mean... I don't but... fine. 's fine."

His voice breaks when he says 'fine,' for the second time and you begin to wonder what he thinks of you.

Admittedly, when you fling your bra onto a nearby rock, you hope he thinks you have nice tits.

Mills clears his throat. "Any chance you're sick of your panties?" He jokes.

"Now that you mention it," you say, already working the elastic around your hips.

He notices your arms shifting. He says your name. His gorgeous mouth over-pronounces every syllable. "I was kidding, I... it was a joke. I never want to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't," you assure him, kicking your legs free.

You lift your panties out of the water with one finger before tossing them to the side. The tiny garment clops loudly against the rock and he clears his throat.

"They're pretty wet."

"Yeah, well," you start. "The lagoon is only partially to blame."

That's all he needs.

Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped around him as he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you close. His body is so hard, so solid.

"Commander!" you say with a smirk. 

Mills growls, pressing his face to your sternum, his nose preventing his lips from reaching your skin.

"Tell me. What else has you so wet?" he asks as you lock your ankles around his lower back.

"I think you know," you whisper.

"Say it." It's a command.

You swallow and look into his eyes. "You."

Mills groans and lifts his head to kiss your lips.

You can't help it. A moan immediately escapes from deep in your throat as your body processes what's happening:

Mills's big body holding yours secure, his plush lips working yours open so his tongue can find yours, his hands digging into your hips and pressing you down so your bare pxssy rubs against the bulge you'd spotted earlier.

"Please, Mills," you beg into his mouth, shaking from how desperately you need him, as you pull away.

You dip down to capture his mouth in another kiss and his hands immediately roam to your ass, making you whimper as he squeezes you, holds you steady with one hand, and lets the opposite wander up your torso to cup your breast.

His mouth catches your moans as he massages your flesh and gently pinches your nipple. You're helpless as you grind your center against him, desperate for some semblance of friction to ease the incessant ache that shouldn't even be there considering you've been fighting for your life the past three days...

But there's something about him.

"Mills," you gasp as he releases the hold on your breast and shifts down to rub between your legs.

"You're fucking soaked," he says, fingers slip-sliding through your folds.

"Uh huh," you agree, grinding down onto him.

"Who did this to you?" he demands.

"You."

"Did I?" He smirks. “I only kissed you, Baby.”

"Thinking of you," you amend. 

"Thinking of what?" A finger grazes your entrance and you gasp as you attempt to line yourself up. He manages to pull away, his teasing finger shifting to trace the crease where your thigh meets your hip. 

"Your hands."

"My hands?"

"They're so big and strong," you admit. "And your fingers are so thick. Makes me wonder what they're capable of. And how they'd feel..."

"Where?"

"On me. In- inside me."

He hums thoughtfully as a finger finds your entrance once more, barely applying pressure. 

You moan. He smirks.

"These fingers?" Mills confirms. "Here?"

"Yes!" you gasp.

"Fuck," he groans into the crook of your neck as he slides a fingertip inside. "So tight, Baby. Not sure how we're gonna get my cock in this tight little pxssy. But we'll make it fit."

It's embarrassing how close you are, considering he's barely touched you and only has half of a finger inside of you. But between the stress, the chaos, and the inappropriate pining, your body is so /so/ ready to feel good.

"Please, more," you moan. 

A second finger joins the first beneath the water and you gasp, moan, and cry out all at once when he pulls them back and thrusts them inside.

He keeps his rhythm consistent as he kisses your neck, your collar bone, your breasts. You've more or less surrendered your entire body to whatever he wants to do to it, so you're grateful he's holding you tight.

"Come for me, Baby," he coos when you start grinding against his hand. "I can feel you're close... squeezing my fingers with this perfect, hot, tight pxssy. Fuck, Baby. My c0ck is so jealous right now."

That does it.

"Ohh!" you cry out as his fingers curl forward toward your front wall and the heel of his hand rubs your c|it just right. Desperate to keep the angle, you lean into him, grinding down on him, moaning, panting, heart racing, as your orgasm tears through you, sending pleasure into every last bit of you.

Mills slows his hand but keeps moving, bringing you down from your high as your head falls back and he takes the opportunity to wrap his hot mouth around a nipple, sucking at it and injecting more pleasure into your already convulsing, overwhelmed body.

"Atta girl," Mills coos against your breast, lifting his eyes to look up at you. "Think you're even wetter after that. Wish I could taste ya, Baby."

"Later," you say hurriedly as you reach between you for his underwear. He shucks them down one-handed as best he can and as soon as your hand wraps around his thick, hard, ready c0ck, you gasp.

"I told you we're gonna have to make it fit," he says with a smirk. 

And something about this talented, protective, humble man admitting he knows he's got a huge d!ck just… does something to you.

"Please fuck me," you purr in his ear, letting him shift your pelvis back so he can line up his length. “Commander.”

He growls when you nip at his earlobe and the tip slides inside of you.

"Fuck, Baby. I'm gonna split you in two," he says, taking a bracing step backwards. 

Suddenly, you find yourselves beneath the cascading waterfall, clinging to his shoulders, and giggling as he kisses you, pressing in a bit more.

He stops to look around briefly and ultimately decides to carry you up onto the shore at the backside of the waterfall. You groan as he slips out of you and he chuckles. "Gimme one second, Baby. I gotcha."

Carefully, he lays you down in the sand and crawls between your legs, planting a hand on each knee to spread you wide. Instinctively, you want to close them. He's staring so intently, you almost feel self-conscious, but then he presses his thumb to your slick flesh and swallows as his eyes scan your body.

"You're beautiful," Mills tells you. "Fucking gorgeous, I'm... I can't believe you're letting me touch you like this."

Your back arches and the sand collecting in your hair will be well-worth it.

"You can touch me anywhere," you tell him. "Everywhere."

He slides his middle finger inside of you and it feels thicker, longer than it had in the water. When he pulls it out, it's covered in your slick, and he makes eye contact with you while popping it into his mouth.

He savors it while you remain laid out in front of him, your own gaze locked on his huge, hard c0ck bobbing, teasing.

"So sweet, Baby," he says.

Then, he's wrapping his arms around your spread thighs and yanking you closer. His massive hands support your ass as he lifts you to line your entrance up with his c0ck.

"Ohh, god. Yes," you pant as your walls struggle to contain him.

The stretch as he bottoms out is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

It’s  a tight fit, especially when he plants a hand on your lower abdomen and allows you to truly feel the pressure of every movement.

"Don't stop," you tell him as he picks up the pace, both of you keeping an eye on the bulge in your lower abdomen. "Do this to me forever."

He chuckles as he readjusts, planting one hand on the sand next to you and keeping the opposite on your ass so he can pull your body in every time he thrusts. 

He's hitting you so deep, you're not convinced he isn't hitting your lungs. At least, it feels that way, with the way he's forcing air out of you.

"So good, you... you feel so good, Commander," you purr and he seemingly loses his mind at that.

Mills's eyes darken as seemingly every muscle in his body bulges simultaneously. His fingers dig into your ass cheek as he thrusts harder into you. Spray from the nearby waterfall mists you both as his body pleasures yours, leaving a shiny sheen across your skin.

"You feel fucking incredible," he grunts as the sand beneath you caresses your body.

You can tell his rhythm is faltering a bit as he picks up the pace.

"Can you come again?" he asks, panting.

"Uh huh."

"Do it," he commands. "Touch yourself, Baby. Come on my c0ck."

Mills gaze is focused, intently zoned in on his c0ck as it slides in and out of you, and your fingers drawing circles into your swollen, throbbing c|it.

"That's it, Baby. Doing so good. You feel perfect.... I'm close, Baby. I'm close. Come for me..."

With his encouragement and deeper-than-ever thrusts while he chases his own release, you soon find yourself barreling over the cliff of pleasure as your orgasm crescendos. Your intimate walls squeeze his c0ck tight as he fights to stay inside of you, uses every ounce of strength within him as his face turns red, his jaw falls open, and the veins in his neck bulge over you.

"Yes!" he roars, accentuating each word with a deep thrust. "Fuck... Baby... god... so... fucking... good... UNGHHHHH."

You moan as his hips fuse to yours and hardly pull back before pushing deeper, deeper, deeper. The pressure is insurmountable but your waiting c*nt takes all of his warm cum as deeply as possible until he collapses over you in a hot, glistening, panting heap.

"Mmmm, Commander," you purr. "That was-"

"Yeah," he agrees, still out of breath, but suddenly more desperate than ever to kiss you. 

"Aren't you glad you joined me instead of taking watch?" you tease, dragging your nails up and down his back.

He chuckles against your sweaty neck and presses a kiss there, too.

“So glad, Baby,” he coos, nudging his nose against yours. “I’ll be joining you every time.”

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[bits-and-babs]

Would you possibly consider doing a sex pollen fic with Commander Mills and the ☁️ prompt 6? 💛💛💛 thank you

“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭…”

pairing: Commander Mills x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+. Sex-Pollen, so Dub-Con by default. Oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, cumming in pants, lalala Jasmine’s a slutttt

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Dread drips from your pores, manifesting in sweat. It should have been obvious not to touch the bright red petals of the flowers blooming from the bush in the forest. Red equals danger, after all- but it had been so pretty. 

Being childish, trying to bring a smile to Mills’ stern face, you’d pushed the flower into his ebony hair. He’d scowled at first, but kept it tucked behind his ear. 

The sweats had started not long after, heat blooming through your body and roasting you from the inside. Then the arousal. It crawled across your body, ripping you up internally. Fuck, you’d never been so horny, and Mills looked so fucking good— the perspiration settled in his clavicle called to you, tongue desperate for a taste. 

The aloof personality of the Commander had dropped away almost instantly, pushing you into the forest grass and undressing you with an animalistic force, seams of your cargo pants tearing. 

Tongue buried in your dripping cunt, Mills groaned loudly as he pushed his erection into the forest floor, grinding his hips for purchase. Each delighted hum from his chest vibrated against your cunt, and you came with a shriek of his name. Again. 

“Oh my god- ohmygodohmyghohhhhh-“ you ramble, falling into a pathetic wail of bliss as you push your hips up into his face, clit bumping his nose. He plunges his fingers deeper inside of you, tracing your g-spot with deft fingers. 

“Fuck,” he pants heavily, looking up at you through his lashes with those eyes, dripping like honey. His mouth is soaked, glistening in the sunshine. “Your pussy tastes so sweet…”

“Ugh-Hah-Hah- Oh fuck,” you squeal, feeling everything pull up tight. “I’m gunna fucking cum again, oh my god, ImgonnafuckingcumaGAIN-“

“C’mo-“ He cuts himself off, wrapping his lips around your cunt and swallowing you down, flicking his tongue over your clit viciously. When you cum, it rattles your bones. Rips through you like liquid heat that makes you sob loudly, body trembling with the force of your tears. 

“Hah- Oh shit-“ Mills’ shoulders stiffen beneath your palms, his hips rutting into the soil beneath him. He’s panting heavily, letting out pained groans and rambling to himself. 

“Fuck, Baby’s pussy is so wet, isn’t it? So fucking sweet and tasty. Could fucking drown in it- ohfuck,” he spit out, his hand splayed over your abdomen. “Just another taste. Just one more tas-“

You try to escape it, pulling your hips away from the overstimulation, but Mills swipes his tongue through your folds once more, body seizing up as he cums with a devastated groan, his nails digging into the flesh of your stomach. 

“Oh- Mills-“ you sob out, eyes rolling back into your skull as an orgasm rocks you again.

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[prince-kyloren]

Hii there, hope you’re doing well. I just wanted to drop a request. I just know Kylo Ren is possessive. I know he would use the force to his advantage. (Maybe make it spicy 👀) love your work btw ❤️

Hi!

Thank you for the request!

Kylo can't help it.

He can't help the way that he looks at you and sees you as his, and his alone. He tries to quell the jealousy, to hide it from you, but it is so painfully obvious. He's used the force to his advantage, he's heard the thoughts that some of the stormtroopers have had of you when you innocently walk by, and if they turned up dead the next day, so be it.

You on the other hand are painfully oblivious to the looks and thoughts that others have of you. The only person in your mind and heart is their Supreme Leader. But when Kylo makes you aware of the attention that you receive, it's with growls upon his lips, sharp thrusts of his hips, and the force holding your wrists above your head so that he may freely worship your body.

His deep voice grunting out "mine" every now and again, gives you enough information to understand what this is about, and when you look in the mirror the next morning and see the deep marks on your throat, there's no doubt in your mind that the entire galaxy will know exactly who you belong to.

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[ladyinwriting18]

Missing The Taste Of You (Kylo Ren x You)

Summary: Kylo has been away for far too long and now he's hungry for one thing and one thing only….you.

Words: 2,226

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), dom/sub dynamics, use of the term Sir, mentions of PIV sex.

The walk from the docking bay back to his quarters seems to take ten times longer than it usually does. It puts Kylo even more on edge. The blood in his veins runs hot—like liquid fire.

He’s hungry.

Needy.

Eager.

Starved.

Starved for the one thing that could always give him instant relief—your cunt.

Kylo always found himself missing the taste of you while away on missions. However, after another failed attempt of locating the Resistance his hunger borders on murderous. Hux and the other generals do their best to nullify his rage, but their words are hollow.

One or two of them even have the guts to try and stand in his way, claiming that they needed to be debriefed on the mission.

Fools.

As if that would ever be a priority over you.

Kylo is about to use the Force to send them flying across the room when his knights step forward to block their advances. Wordlessly he thanks them through their bond. He is in no mood for his political responsibility.

All he wants is you. All he needs is you.

The heavy footfall of his boots echoes throughout the halls. He should have had the foresight to request you meet him at his ship. That way he could have pulled you into the closest empty room and lost himself in you. He’d remember for next time because this waiting is pure torture. He swears the hallway grows longer despite the wide birth of his steps.

He prays that you haven’t fallen asleep while waiting for his return. Either way, you’ll certainly be curious about the success of his hunt, but Kylo is in no mood to talk. His tongue feels too thick, his mouth too dry, and his throat too horse.

These are ailments that only the sweet nectar of your cunt could cure.

Soon.

Soon he’d feast like an animal with a fresh kill.

The door to your shared chambers comes into view, causing a growl to emit from his throat. It crackles from the vocoder of his mask. Being closer to you seems to be having the opposite effect of relaxing him.

You never have any need to fear him, but he doesn’t want to startle you. He pulls a deep breath into his lungs and steps over the threshold. A quick scan of the main living area reveals that you are nowhere to be found. That is until his ears pick up on the sound of you lightly humming.

He walks towards your bedroom with the same determination as he stormed through the Finalizer’s hallways. Before entering he forces himself to pause and observe you. He’s waited this long, another moment wouldn’t make a difference.

You’re sitting on the edge of his large king-sized bed, wearing a fluffy robe and drying your freshly washed hair with a towel.

Kylo licks his lips from behind his mask. You are always stunningly beautiful. There isn’t a single thing that could dim that beauty, but he can’t deny that he likes you best after a shower. When your skin is still flushed and warm from the steam and the smell of your shampoo and body wash is strong. 

His hands reach up to grasp the sides of his helmet. The mouthpiece moves forward, clicking and hissing before he pulls the mask up and off his face. The sound is enough to catch your attention. You turn in his direction and smile. “Kylo! You’re home. How did your mission go?” You go to stand but he’s on you in an instant, preventing you from rising to your feet. “Lay down.” You blink and cutely tilt your head to the side. You’re clearly confused. How adorable. “Did I stutter? Lay. down.” He punctuates each word and knocks his legs against your knees until you part them. It brings him closer to his prize. You, however, do not budge. Instead you frown, your confusion morphing into worry. “Is Sir angry with me?” The title has his cock twitching within the confines of his pants. Many referred to Kylo with titles of respect but none of them sounded as sweet as when you called him Sir. He leans down until there’s only a few inches of space between the two of you. “No, my love. Just hungry.” 

His hand grabs the belt of your robe and tugs until it unravels, causing the robe to fall open. You gasp loudly. The surprise on your face is evident but so is your understanding. You shrug your shoulders and the robe slips down your arms—revealing your body to him. “There’s my beautiful girl.” Kylo groans at the sight of you. His gloved hands knead the flesh of your hips. You lean back on your hands and push yourself into his touch. “What is Sir hungry for?” You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to feign innocence. It’s a move he knows all too well, but he lets you play your game. He grins with a chuckle and applies more pressure to his fingertips, guaranteeing you’d have bruises come the morning. “Don’t play coy with me, little girl. You know exactly what I’m hungry for.” He abruptly pulls at your waist, so roughly that you fall back onto your elbows. Your legs are open wider now, giving Kylo a full view of your cunt. His hands run down to your thighs and spread them open even wider before sinking to his knees in front of the bed. You’re already glistening. All warm and wet and just begging to be tasted. He’s just about to run his tongue through your folds when you speak up. “Kylo? Don’t you want to change? Or at least take off your neck covering? So you’re more comfortable.” He appreciates your concern but it’s also getting in the way of his meal. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet your gaze. “Darling, if you keep me from what I want for a moment more than I’m likely to go mad.” The teasing has you giggling. Kylo is certain you take great pride in being the reason he remains sane. You shift your hips, making yourself comfortable before draping your right leg over his shoulder. Kylo breathes out, humming in satisfaction at your submission. “That’s my good girl.” He doesn’t wait for your response before diving his face between your thighs. His tongue slips past his full lips and lightly drags along the outer lips of your cunt. Even at the slightest touch, you sigh and arch towards him. 

Your reactions were always a huge boost to his ego. Kylo relishes in it.

He repeats the movements of his tongue but this time presses it further in so it grazes your clit. It earns him the same response from you. “Is my girl becoming antsy? Is she as eager as I am?” You whine your reply, squirming under his hold. “Yes Sir. I need your mouth. Please?” “Mmh, I love it when you beg.” No longer interested in teasing, Kylo smashes his mouth against your clit. His lips wrap around it and suck. You buck and curl your toes. He can feel your foot against his broad back. You use it as leverage to grind your hips. He lets you do what you need. It doesn’t hinder him from enjoying your cunt. His tongue flicks at your clit while he sucks. You’re already starting to drip. Kylo groans against you, salivating at the taste. You’re so perfect. So sweet. 

His hands travel. One holding your thigh to keep it open and the other crawling up your body to cup one of your breasts. He tweaks your nipple, knowing you enjoy the feeling of his leather gloves. The proof is in the way you cry out his name. Kylo moves away, but only slightly. His saliva mixes with your slick. They drip together making you all the more messy. It’s a delicious sight. “Messy thing.” He praises while tweaking your nipple harder. Incoherently you plead. You’re barely forming words but he doesn’t need them to know what you want. His tongue runs downward to your slit, gathering more juices along the way. You fill his taste buds until there’s nothing else. He probes your entrance with his tongue, letting it fill you as you lift your hips up. “Kylo! O-Oh please. It feels so good.”  He vigorously pumps his tongue in and out of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on it to pull him in deeper. “Fuckkkk, just like that. I love how Sir tongue fucks me!”  Usually he’d restrain you for touching without permission but at this point you're bordering on desperate. It would be a sin to put a stop to your little show. You're dripping down his chin and Kylo swears he’s in paradise. But like the greedy man he is—he wants more. The hand holding your thigh finds a new home at your clit. His thumb draws circles on it but you’re too sensitive to stand the rough leather of his gloves. Your whimper is vastly different from your others. “S-Sir, it’s too much.” With a growl Kylo whips his head back and rips his glove off with his teeth before taking his place back between your thighs. He licks his thumb for good measure and then presses it back to your clit. You throw your head back and sing. That’s it. That’s what your body needs. You start trembling, to the point that even your inner thighs shake. “Aww are you close, Little One?” Kylo coos darkly, his tone oozed smugness. He already knew the answer to his question but he asks it anyway as a reminder that you use your manners. Kylo watches as you nod and swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you can speak. “Yes. Y-yes! So close. Please can I cum for you, Sir?” The louder you moan the harder his cock throbs. His body temp rises, sweat gathers along his collar and he’s certain his cock is weeping pre-cum. Perhaps he should have taken your advice about changing. It didn’t matter now. Nothing else matters except for your pleasure. He moves his thumb but he has no intentions of ruining your impending orgasm. His forefinger and middle finger slip inside your soaked core. Your inner walls clench tightly around the thick digits. You chant his name, your body tensing like a cord being pulled tight. He runs his tongue back to your clit and circles around it. “Of course you can, my love. Go on and cum for me, but don’t forget to say thank you when you do.” 

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response. He knows you’ll obey. With lips wrapped back around your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re that much closer to the edge. “Thank you! Thank…. Thank you! Thank you, Sir!” You repeat over and over and over again. Louder and louder until you break. Your cunt spasm around his fingers, hips lifting off the bed and scream his name. Kylo groans, his chest rising and falling with passionate labored breaths. It hadn’t been his orgasm but all the same his eyes roll back into his skull. High off your pleasure as if it’s his own. He works you through your aftershocks—slowing the movements of his fingers and tongue as you come down. Only when you fall limply back onto the mattress does he fully stop and pull away. He caresses you from your hips to your thighs while leaving butterfly kisses around your knees. “My sweet girl fed me so well. Thank you for that.” Kylo gets to his feet. His eyes roam over you, looking you over affectionately. “Are you alright, my love?” You hold out your hands, reaching for him with a whimper.

Kylo chuckles. You haven’t formed any words but he knows exactly what you want. Still fully dressed in his tunic and leather, he lays down beside you on the bed. He lays on his side and lets a glove hand stroke the valley between your breasts.

“What’s my girl whining for, hm?”

Despite your limbs still feeling boneless, you still manage to lift your hand to Kylo’s cheek. Your thumb caresses the skin there, loving the feeling of his beauty marks and facial scar.

“I want to make my Sir cum too.”

He chuckles once more, this time the warmth of his breath washes over your face. You had already fulfilled his cravings, but still his cock jumps at the thought of your touch. He wouldn’t say no to you. Not now. Or ever. 

Kylo dips his head down and presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“As you wish, my love. But first let me undress and shower.”

A pout forms on your features before he’s able to finish speaking. He taps your nose with his index finger—a nonverbal command to be patient.

“You have my word that I’ll be quick but I want you to stay here. I want you sprawled out and ready to take my cock when I return. Understood?”

You chew at your bottom lip with eyes wide and filled with lust.

“Yes Sir, I understand.”

“Mmh, good.” He skims his lips along yours and whispers huskily. “Because something tells me that I'll be needing more than one taste of you tonight.”

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[daddykylokenobi]

can you pls write matt the radar technician smut their simply is not enough of it in this world

Thank you so much Anon for this request! I’ve never written anything Matt before so this is a really fun change of pace from my usual characters. I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: piv sex, Dom!Matt, begging, fingering, use of the petname “baby”, cussing, overall filth.

Matt the Radar Technician x Y/N

You had Had your eye on Matt for some time now, always checking him out when you’d pass in a hallway, watching him from the other side of the common room, any chance you got to melt over him you lavished in each second.

But you had only spoken a few times, always small talk about what work you each had that day, the current news or gossip around the ship, or little questions you’d sprinkle in to try and get to know him better. This specific day you two had matched eyes in the cafeteria, you were watching him as always and he had finally caught you, he’d seen you staring out of the corner of his eyes before but whenever he looked over to meet your gaze you had quickly looked away with red flushed cheeks.

This time instead of darting your eyes away as quickly as possible to evade any awkward feelings later you decided to hold your ground, you both stared forward ahead at eachother, lost in each others gaze you felt that familiar heat you’d get when watching him rise to your face. He saw the mauve shadow begin to color your cheeks and a little devilish smirk crossed his lips. Matt was feeling bold as well this day, he in a split second decision flashed a wink to your blushed face.

Panic set in as this happened, without thinking you pushed yourself away from your lunch table and headed straight for the elevator to run, hide, get away from this blaze that was growing in your core. As much as you hated to admit it you were quite shy around people you liked, especially ones like Matt. He was much taller than you and broad shouldered, his messy blonde hair and dark eyes enthralled you from the second glance and ever since you had busied yourself each night by thinking of him, thinking of what he’d look like beside you in bed, that stupid gray jumper he had to wear thrown on your floor along with Your clothes. Part of you felt guilty for touching yourself while thinking of Matt, but when it was late and you couldn’t sleep from the ache inside the only thing that seemed to satiate that desire was imagining him on top of you, burying himself as deeply as possible while you cried out his name.

Just as the doors of the elevator were about to close a large hand slipped between them causing them to slip back open, you jumped slightly as this stole you away from the impure thoughts raiding your mind. You looked up and watched the same thing you were running from step into the elevator, Matt stepped silently beside you then leaned forward to close the elevator doors.

He then stood beside you and you both watched the doors close, you swallowed hard while peeking to your left to look at him, he was already peering over at you.

“H-how’s your day going?” You nervously asked while trying to pretend that 30 seconds ago he Didn’t wink at you after catching you staring at him.

“Fine.” He answered plainly, “You?”

“Uh it’s been pretty good, boring I suppose.” You mumbled while hiding your stare to the floor.

Just as the words left your mouth the elevator stalled causing you both to stumble back, Matt grabbed your arm firmly to help you stand back up and you both started quickly looking around the elevator, the lights had begun to blink and stutter then finally shut off except for a small red emergency light in the corner that was dimly lighting the small room.

“What the hell?” He hissed under his breath, he let go of your arm then reached over to grab the com device from the elevator panel. “Hello?” He asked into the small box.

“We are currently working on the problem, the elevator should be back and running soon.” The voice on the other end was robotic and stiff, a hint of annoyance in their voice. “The rest of the elevators are down too so just give us a few minutes.” Then the voice cut off.

Matt stepped back to your side then looked at you. “Hope you didn’t have anywhere to be.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes, Matt had.. a bit of a anger issue problem, you had seen him flip out more times than you’d have cared too.

“Eh no I actually didn’t, my work was done for the day so..” Your voice was almost at a whisper, how in the galaxy could you two have gotten stuck in an elevator together just seconds after your first flirty encounter? You felt your body begin to rise in temperature and you quickly began to strip your jacket off your shoulders.

Matt eyed you up and down then asked with a smirk, “Hot?”

His question was like a stab to the stomach, his voice dripped seduction and the way his mouth curved to the side was making you feel a certain way.

“A little..” you quietly answered, you knew your face was red, you could feel the heat radiate from them even just being so close to him.

Matt turned to face you, “So.. what was that about earlier?”

“What do you mean?” Your lip shook as he asked this.

“You running off?” He scoffed with a raised eyebrow. “Just after I thought we.. had a moment.” He said while stepping towards you.

Instinctually you stepped back, 2 more and your back had hit the wall leaving you no where to go, Matt followed and put his hands on each side of the wall behind your shoulders, you were trapped.

“I-I just had to leave…” You stuttered as you looked up at him, he was easily towering over your smaller frame.

He tilted his head down to look you in the eyes, his glasses slipped down his nose giving you the first naked glance into his eyes that you’d had. You felt his hot breath wash over your face as he huffed out lightly.

“Uh huh.” He said with an uninterested tone, he brought his mouth down towards the side of your exposed neck, you shook with him being so close.. his mouth so readily available to do whatever it was he pleased…

“Matt what a-are you doing..?” You whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to pull your raging emotions together.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer fingers then lifted your face upto his, you creeped your eyes open and felt your breath catch in your lungs as you were met with his face directly in front of yours.

“I thought this was what you wanted..? You’ve only been watching me for weeks now..” He had one eyebrow raised.

You felt embarrassment take over, you thought he hadn’t noticed your casual stalking but knowing now that he had…

“I-… I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to be weird I ju-“

Matt cut your defense in half as he roughly slammed his mouth to yours, he exhaled through his nose loudly while pressing his body against yours.

You were left breathless at this, his lips were warm and his mouth engulfed yours, he quickly began to lick and suck at your bottom lip, leaving no time to warm up to the sensation.

For a moment you tried fighting back, you pressed your hands to his hard chest and squirmed underneath of them before giving into the euphoric feeling his lips were giving you.

“Hmmphh..” you moaned against his mouth as he slid his tongue past your lips to taste you deeper, he was sporadically grabbing and pulling at your hips trying to feel you as closely as possible.

Without thinking you began to bring your right thigh up to curl around his leg, in one swift motion he momentarily bent down to snake his left arm underneath your leg to then pick you up and push you against the wall.

“Hey-!” You yelped.

He then dove himself into the right side of your neck where he wasted no time to start biting and sucking dark hickies into you.

“M-Matt wa-wait” you stuttered breathlessly as his lips against your neck started to soak the space between your legs.

“I know-… you want this..” He said inbetween breathy moans.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, you were too embarrassed to answer his question, you just moaned into his shoulder as your reply.

“That’s what I thought..” he sighed.

He continued marking your neck up and down each side, you could feel his erection against your inner thigh and again the breath in your lungs seemed to disappear, you had fantasied about this kind of thing so many times but now that it was happening it felt unreal.

Just as you noticed his bulge he began to grind his hips forward into your core, raspy rhythmic breaths escaped his mouth with each roll of his hips.

“Oh… Matt..” you whined as his lap lined up perfectly with your wide open legs, his hard erection was grinding perfectly aligned with your own heat, it gave you Just enough friction for your walls to clench around themselves, aching for something to fill them.

“Fuck” he hissed as his tip rubbed up and down against the inside of his jumper.

You brought your hands forward to start undoing the front zipper, it trailed down his chest then followed all the way down to his hips. You pulled his jumper down off his shoulders and helped him pull his sleeves out.

He roughly grabbed onto the sides of your pants and yanked them down, you let him pull each side off until the only thing between his heat and yours were 2 thin layers of clothing.

He continued intertwining your tongues, he sucked hard on your bottom lip and you knew that in the morning it would definitely be bruised from him biting it.

You began to whine and cry out to him, “Matt please…” you pleaded with him as you looked down to his large bulge which was pressed against the outside of your underwear.

Again that mind numbing smirk crossed his lips, he brought his hand to your front and began to rub his palm up and down against your pussy. “Tell me what you want.” He demanded.

“I-I-…” your body shook at his dominant request. “I want you i-inside me Matt..” your voice was shaking just as much as your body was.

He breathed out like he had been punched in the stomach, “Fuck baby, that’s all you had to say.” He cursed as he reached down to grab your underwear and slip them down your legs which he then placed back around his waist.

You pulled his face closely to yours then started to lick and kiss at his jawline, pathetic whimpers left your lips as he rubbed his middle finger up and down your slit, you were soaking wet as he slipped his fingers inside of you.

“Ah-ahh!” You cried out as he pumped his fingers roughly in and out of your tight entrance.

After a moment he pulled them back out and brought his fingers upto his lips.

You watched in adoration as he slipped them into his mouth and licked each finger clean while keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

Your gut begged to be full of him, quickly you moved your hands down to push down his boxers and reveal his aching member. You let out a sigh of satisfaction at his size, you wrapped your hand around him and knew just from the girth alone that he was going to fill you up So good.

He hissed as your small fingers wrapped around him, he grabbed your wrist tightly then pulled it away.

“You have to ask for it.” He said while trying to catch his breath.

You stared up at his eyes with bewilderment, you didn’t expect him to be so dominant, so demanding. You also didn’t expect it to have the submissive power on you that it did.

“Please..” you whimpered. “Please Matt I Need you so bad..” you could’ve cried from the aching in your core.

As you said this he lined up his tip with your entrance then in one slow thrust he pushed himself deep inside of you hitting your back wall easily.

“Haahhh..” he moaned out, he then began to push and pull himself in and out of your seeping wet hole.

You dug your fingers into his back as he stretched your walls so perfectly, your head felt so heavy with euphoric sensations that for a second you wondered if you were going to pass out.

You muttered out little moans and whimpers against his chest as he continued abusing your small entrance.

“Ugh fuck baby, you’re taking me s-so good” Matt was leaned against your shoulder with his mouth huffing hot breath on your neck.

He took his right hand back down to your heat and started rubbing little circles onto your clit, your entire body twitched at this new addition of pleasure and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d crumble underneath of him.

“Matt I-I’m gonna cum” you quickly breathed out as you felt the wave rising inside of your stomach.

“Come on, beg for it” he groaned into your neck as his thrusts started to become stuttered from his own orgasm nearing close.

“P-please… please Matt I wanna cum for you s-so bad!” You yelped loudly as he let his last few thrusts become painfully rough but blissfully pleasurable.

And then as your orgasm crashed through the surface your hot walls clenched around his slick length, the pressure sent him over the edge as well and he released hot bursts of cum into your hole.

You both heaved in and out loudly as you leaned forward onto each others bodies. A few moments passed as you each caught your breath, slowly he leaned forward and placed you back on the floor. You scrambled to find your clothes and pull them back on, Matt was already zipping his jumper back up when the light in the elevator flipped back on and you both felt it begin to move again.

You flashed eachother a glance then Matt cupped your right cheek, he leaned his tall body down to meet your height then pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head, this small gesture made you melt even more than the sex just had.

You looked up at him with doe eyes and a tiny smile graced your lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He confessed.

You were shocked at this, you didn’t think he liked you the way you did or for how long you had either.

“Me to..” you whispered.

He leaned down once more to deliver a kiss to your mouth, this one was longer and not just filled with lust, it was caring, and warm.

In this moment you realized that you and Matt weren’t just going to be small talk friends who flirted for fun, you were going to be something more.

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[artemisthewh0re]

BRO IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS!!! I HAVE NO IDEA HOW SHE MAKES IT SO REAL!!

@vividlittlevox

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[ohsolonelyghosts]

New Years Kiss

Characters: Maurizio Gucci x Reader

Word Count: 887

Note: Happy New Year everyone! I wanted to write this up real quick, it's not much, but I was really feeling Maurizio on this tonight. I typed it up really quickly, just wanted to get something out TONIGHT before it turned midnight on the west coast (where I'm at!)

Phrases to know: *Guarda quanto sei bella - Look how gorgeous you are

*Amore mio - my love

Contents/Warnings: Fluff, kissing, pretty SFW, some sexual language

You and Maurizio had just landed in New York City. He claimed he was here strictly on business, but it was a holiday and you knew it. 

While he did have business meetings to attend, you stayed in the luxurious hotel room he had booked for the two of you. However, he promised you two would explore the city after the meeting today. After all, it was New Year's Eve. 

You were applying your lipstick when you heard the door open and click shut. 

“Love?” Maurizio quietly called, peeking around the corner to see you in the bathroom. He stood behind you in the bathroom, completely taking in your appearance while you finished up your makeup. 

“Guarda quanto sei bella.” 

You turned around, eyebrows raised at your husband. He was never light about compliments, showering you with them constantly. You smiled up at him, his hands finding your waist. Maurizio pulled you in, pecking at your lips a few times. 

You pulled back slightly, humming. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, fluttering your eyelashes. 

“Any time, Bellissimo.” 

You both exited the bathroom, pulling on the boots you intended to wear out today. Pulling on your stunning white coat to pull your outfit together, Maurizio barely changed his clothes and was ready.

“Men, absolutely no effort, and they can still look good,” you hummed over at him, listening to the chuckle in response. 

“I know, doll, just call me flawless.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood in front of you once more. 

“Let’s get going before we can’t move at all out there,” he suggested, holding his hand out, dragging you out of the hotel room. 

Maurizio let you pick any stores to go into, any sights to see, and generally whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the day. 

By the time the sun was setting, you were both walking back into the hotel, not avoiding any crowds. Setting everything you had bought from the day, which wasn’t much, onto the chair in the room, Maurizio looked at you with a slight smirk. 

You looked up from sorting through the new belongings, tilting your head at him. He got that look in his eyes typically when he was in the mood. You shook your head, setting your things down. 

You aimed a finger at him, shaking your head once more.

“Not right now, we were just out all day.” 

Maurizio looked puzzled, giving you a smile. 

“I meant champagne, amore mio. Let’s ring in the new year with some champagne and we can people-watch.” 

You giggled as he picked up the hotel phone to dial for room service. Within no time the bottle showed up in the room, and your husband tipped room service generously. 

You both stood on the balcony, both enthralled with the crowd of people down below. You had no idea how much time had passed, but the crowd grew louder with every passing moment. In a way, it was really fun to see everyone crowd around, pushing and shoving in an attempt to try to get out, or get farther in. 

“People really come here to do this every year?” You questioned, turning your head to him. 

The dark haired male turned his head back to you, looking you in the eyes. 

“It’s a party, why wouldn’t you?” 

You shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face. 

“I don’t think standing in that crowd would be my thing.” 

“Love, we are pretty much here for the party as well,” Maurizio mentioned, shrugging, a hand running through his hair. He straightened out from leaning over the balcony, checking his watch. 

“11:30. So close.” 

Maurizio kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You both shared a sweet moment, though anyone who looked up could probably see you two. 

He leaned down close to your ear, gently placing a kiss on your earlobe. 

“I am going to give you such a treat after midnight.” 

His words made you shiver in anticipation, eliciting a soft noise from you. When your husband stood up straight one more time, you half closed your eyes in a seductive glance, lips slightly parted up at him. 

“You’ll get one too.” 

Maurizio shuddered, chuckling down at you, giving you one more kiss before turning back and leaning over the balcony again. You dragged your fingernails along his back, leaning gently against him. 

As the time drew closer to midnight, Maurizio pulled out the champagne from inside the hotel room. He was going to pop it over the balcony, and not the safe way, either. 

Soon enough, the crowd began the ten-second countdown. You and your husband looked at each other, bright smiles on your faces. 

When it hit one, Maurizio used the hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol to pull you in, planting a long, loving kiss on your lips. You both grinned into the kiss, pulling away so he could pop the bottle. 

You were both sure that it hit someone in the sea of people down below, worrying you for a second before laughing along with your husband. 

He poured the champagne into the glasses, handing you yours first. You clinked your glasses together, Maurizio planting one more kiss on your lips before you took sips of the alcohol. 

“Happy New Year, Maurizio.”

“Happy New Year, Bellissimo.”

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[saynotoshityouhate]

Moonlight

Summary: Your partner, Commander Mills, is being called away on a mission. One last snuggle before he leaves.

Word Count: 543

Tags: pet names (moonlight), fluff

Author’s Note: We don’t know anything about Commander Mills yet, but I’m taking the head canon from the trailer and running with it.

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Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck at 0800.

Mills groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. He didn’t want to leave on this particular mission. It was for too long, too far away, and he was leaving you behind.

You hated when he left. The vastness of space was too large to even comprehend with him gone. He grounded you, holding your feet on the ground when your anxiety threatened to drag you off into the atmosphere. He was your gravity, your north star, and without him the universe felt endless and empty. You rolled over, curling up against his bare, broad chest. “Don’t go…” you mumbled into his collarbone.

“I have to…you know that. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Mills kissed the top of your head, the rough scratch of his facial hair on your forehead sent goosebumps down your spine. “You know I’ll come right back to you. I always do.” Mills had commanded a ship for many years, he was good at his job. Meeting you, someone who needed softness and warmth, changed him. He often needed to remind himself that you were not his flight team - you didn’t need him as a disciplinarian, or a leader. You needed him as a partner, an equal. He relaxed his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. This wasn’t the time for Commander Mills. Just Mills.

“But..what if…” you look up at him, doe eyed, and before you can finish, he interrupts.

“No buts, moonlight. I will always come back to you.”

Mills reached over to the bedside table, fumbling for his watch. His hands were not made for delicate work, so you offered yours to assist him in putting on the timepiece, laying a gentle kiss at the clasp once you had finished. Your fingers danced between the freckles and moles that littered his chest like constellations. “Remind me again, when I miss you…where do I look?”

He chuckled, you were so strong and brave when you needed to be. Nothing made him happier than taking care of you, however. “Find the brightest star in the night sky, and then close your eyes. Even when your eyes are closed, you’ll still be able to see it. Just like how I’m always with you. And before long, I’ll return. I promise.” You sigh. You knew this. You’d gone through this routine with him numerous times.

Mills rolled out of bed, heading into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. You pulled the blankets up and around you, pulling the soft fabric to your nose. Your eyes fluttered closed, breathing in the scent of his sleeping form, committing it to memory.

Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck.

The sound of the intercom echoed in your ears. The bathroom door opened, revealing Mills in his uniform. He looked so handsome. Your eyes prickled with tears as you removed yourself from the warmth of the bedsheets, padding on bare feet over to him. On tiptoes, you threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, your lips pressing into his every ounce of faith you had in him returning to you.

“Promise me? One more time?”

“I promise you, moonlight. I’ll always come back to you.”

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[weareallstoriesintheend]

The Temp (Adam Sackler x Reader)

Summary: You are the CEO of your company and your assistant recently left unexpectedly, you're desperate for a new one so the agency sends you an out of work actor. You had no idea what was coming when he walked through your office door. Words: 4,755

Warnings: Pet names, slight degradation, PIV sex, masturbation

Notes: My God she still exists. Yes, Hi, I'm still here lolol I just haven't been writing much for me lately but I got this idea so please... indulge me the length of this. I was having fun!

You rubbed your fingertips along your temples, elbows digging into the lacquered oak of your desk. This day was becoming a bit too long for your liking, hours of back-and-forth emails, phone calls and one appallingly long meeting tensed your shoulders uncomfortably. This shit shouldn’t be possible on a Saturday.

The knock at your office door almost made you swear rather loudly at whomever was occupying your time as you were trying to finish up for the day. But when you looked up you saw it was Adam leaning against the frame of your open office door, and that urge eased. He was always a welcome sight, a presence that changed the atmosphere of your office simply by walking into it.

Adam Sackler had been a very last-minute temp replacement when your new assistant had taken long-term sick. He was an… odd choice for this office, an ‘in between work’ actor with little to no experience but he was all the agency had to offer at such short notice so you’d taken him. Usually, flashy high-powered suits were all that roamed these halls and Adam had certainly been the odd one out when he’d walked in on his first day.

Currently he rolled on his heels in your doorway, dressed in dark blue jeans and a khaki-green t-shirt.

You’d spent the last three months desperately trying to get him to stick to dress-code, an impossible task it seemed. But this time the tiredness that sat heavy in your bones, and the fact you’d asked him to come in on a Saturday two weeks in a row, meant you let it slide this one time.

“You ok?” he asked.

You let out a sigh as he sauntered towards you, “Exhausted, irritated… the usual.”

Adam chuckled, it was low and deep and understanding. He was working as your temp assistant for the next year so he had to be reasonably well versed in the shit that crossed your desk on a daily basis.

In fact, he’d been the only assistant in a while that liked to know the ins and outs of what he was being asked to do. Morbid curiosity more than anything at the inner workings of a high-output, multi-million dollar firm.

“Can I take anything off your plate?” he asked and your heart soared, no one asked you that. Ever.

You shook your head, “Everything’s pretty much done for the day, just a few more emails and-“

“-Thank fuck, cause I was hoping we could… head home?” he interrupted you, a cheeky eyebrow raise clued you in on his intentions. Even his body language changed, it wasn’t subtle but it was smooth. Like a languid sexiness trailed itself through his muscles, his body being drawn towards you as if dragged by a magnetic pull.

You smiled knowingly, “Feeling neglected?”

“It’s been days, I bet that pussy is feeling neglected,” he retorted. You admonished him with a frantic noise, gesturing toward the open door in horror.

He cackled, shrugging, “Office is empty.”

“You don’t know that!” you couldn’t stay mad, even if you tried. But to appease you he made a show of turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.

The click of the lock sent a jolt of electricity through your clit. Because little did anyone out there know, you and the new temp had been fucking for weeks.

After hours, in the bathroom, in the back seat of your car… everywhere he could get his paw-like hands on you, he did.

He didn’t want the fancy dinners, the new wardrobe or the expensive watch like all the other men that wandered into your life at the first sniff of money. All Adam Sackler wanted was you, all the time and in every way he could have you.

“Look I’m almost done, just let me get these emails done and we can-“

A loud ring from the phone on your desk drew both of your attentions. You rolled your eyes and pointed to the receiver, “Or I’ll get that instead….Hello?” you said, lifting it to your ear.

There was a beat of silence, it was a client, “Oh I’m so glad you called Jamie,” you replied. Adam snorted at the lack of sincerity you hoped only he could hear.

You watched Adam out the corner of your eye as he occupied himself; pulling at the spines of the books on the shelves to get a better look, staring at the painting on the far wall, quite literally twiddling his thumbs.

As you tried to occupy your mind on the matters being discussed you had to physically force yourself to pull your eyes away from him. The way the muscles of his back rolled under the light fabric of his t-shirt made your fingers twitch and that wasn’t conducive to good business.

That was until he invaded your eyeline purposefully.

Adam sat on the edge of your desk for a few minutes, fiddling with the pens in the pot and watching you, smiling when you kept looking up to catch his eye. Then his fingertips trailed up your arm, a shiver of goosebumps trailed all the way up and climbed the column of your neck.

You brushed him off and raised a finger, a signal to wait. Your eyes raked over him, the way his hair fell in his caramel eyes or how damn broad his shoulders were. He caught you looking and smirked, pointedly looking you over as well. He bit his lip as he stared down at your tits, slightly exposed in a tastefully unbuttoned blouse.

“No,” you said, and his eyes swiftly raised to your face as if he was being told off, “No, Jamie I don’t think that’s quite right, I agree. I’ll get accounting to run those numbers again, maybe a job from last quarter slipped through the cracks.”

Adam smirked in realization, scooting forward on the desk a little.

“That’s right, I think attendance at that meeting would be advantageous regardless of what we decide to do with the Williams account.”

His fingertips returned to your arms and you mimicked your motion from earlier and he raised his hands in mocking surrender.

The wait was barely long enough for you to get a sentence out. Then his foot nestled itself on the chair between your casually outstretched thighs. There was just enough room for him to get his foot there and push your chair back a little.

You watched Adam as he dropped to his knees in the space he’d created and crawled his huge body under your desk. You smiled in confusion at his movements, biting back a giggle at the way he had to duck his head. He nestled onto his knees and looked up at you.

He adjusted the chair a little closer to him with a tug, your free hand sprung out to steady yourself against the edge of the desktop at the speed with which he pulled you. Your breath hitched when his thick fingers wound their way around your bare ankle. A quiet cough covered it.

He bent, pressing his lips up the inside of your right leg, fingers barely touching you – holding you as if you were a precious antique. It was oddly unlike him actually, usually all rough and tumble, the gentle nature of him sent a ripple up your spine.

The hand on your left leg moved up, you heard the sound of his skin against yours as he glided it up and under the hem of your skirt. His fingers massaged into your thigh as he pressed his lips into your slowly heating skin. Your toes twitched in your heels, flexing against the swells of pleasure that melted through you.

Your ears sounded like they were fizzing as your mind clouded over, desperately hanging on to the conversation at hand as Adam took his time with you.

He sucked on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, by your left knee, and you hummed a gentle moan which you skillfully turned into a, “Mmmhmm, yes absolutely.”

You pinched his forearm and his eyes lazily raised up, “What are you doing?” you mouthed silently, gesturing to the phone, “What the fuck?”

“What?” he whispered back, innocent eyes holding your gaze. His hands slid up further as his lips occupied themselves on the new slip of thigh that had been exposed by the way he pushed up your skirt.

Deft fingers hooked your underwear and tugged, the awkward motion of it made you rise a little out of your seat and Adam took that second to make swift work of pulling your underwear down your legs.

“Excuse me for just a second, would you?” you said into the receiver, voice noticeably strained. You leaned forward and practically smacked the hold button on the phone, dropping the receiver to the desk with a clunk.

You reached between your legs and grabbed a handful of Adam’s hair, pulling him up between your legs.

“Ah ah ah!” he protested in pain, you let go once you were face to face. He pouted, doing a great job at acting innocent despite the fact he clutched your lace underwear in his fist.

“Can you behave?” you scolded; you wrapped your fingers around his throat. You didn’t tighten them, just held them there and felt his quickening pulse beneath them.

“Don’t know the meaning of the word,” he laughed, tilting his chin up defiantly and you caught him squirrelling away your underwear into his back pocket.

You rolled your eyes and ushered his large body out from under your desk, “Well learn! How did you even get under there? I-“

“Cravings will make a man do dangerous things.”

“Is that so?” you laughed, watching him paw at his jeans, “I’m nearly done, I promise.”

“You better be.”

You scoffed, “Is that an order Mr. Sackler?”

There goes that smirk again, “It might be, if that’s what you’re looking for tonight?”

A tremble went through your body, you were sure your jaw went slack for a second so you flexed it to compose yourself.  

“Now are you going to sit on the couch and let me finish my call in peace?” you asked, voice thick with instruction as you vied for the power once again.  

Adam nodded, a combination of a smirk and a pout lining his lips as he plopped himself onto the green velvet couch. You turned away from him a little as you picked up the receiver and clicked off the blinking red light.

“I’m sorry about that Jamie, where were we?”

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Adam was a wriggler, could barely sit till for three minutes let alone the ten that you kept him waiting for. You could hear the rustle of clothes and the tapping and shuffling of him writhing around like a child behind you. After a while curiosity got the better of you and you spun your chair to face him.

You viewed him with an intrigued expression as soon as you laid eyes on him, all shifty as mischief coloured every inch of him. You raised an eyebrow to show him you’d picked up on the something up his sleeve, humming into the receiver distractedly to indicate you were still listening.  

Adam grinned, scooting his legs up and thrusting his hips just a touch to get comfortable. Your eyes were drawn to the newly emerging bulge there, you swallowed thickly before letting your eyes drift back up to his face. His cunning grin made your body confused, you didn’t know whether to be frustrated at his lack of respect or turned on at what he did next.

His hand slid down his torso as he took his eyes off you and focused on himself. His palm rubbed purposefully over his cock for a moment before he yanked his t-shirt off over his head.

When Adam looked back up, he could see your darkened expression and the way a pink blush tipped the apples of your cheeks. His eyes widened with lust; head tiled teasingly as he stood.

Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone was still speaking but it was like he was underwater to you as you watched Adam unbutton his jeans. He let them drop to the floor, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers he bent to pull them down. You watched him kick them free of his ankles and under the little coffee table, then he looked back up at you with a widening smile.

“Oops,” he mouthed silently with a pointed shrug. It was then you noticed the way your fist had gripped a handful of your skirt, knuckles white against the effort. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you still there?” Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone called out, followed by your name.

You coughed inelegantly, “Yes of course, sorry.”

Shaking your head at Adam you stood up, a warning. Your ability to focus was slipping with every next action he took. Whilst holding your eye contact his oversized hand gripped his oversized cock and your brain short circuited.

You weren’t even sure what Jamie had been saying for the last few minutes. You watched intently as Adam bent down to the sofa behind him and picked up something – your underwear.

As he brought your underwear to his nose, cock still in-hand, and inhaled you couldn’t take it anymore.  

“Look… the phone line here is a little off today, keeps ummm breaking up. Can I call you back Monday? Hopefully I can get my guys to sort something for you for Wednesday but let me confirm that next week. 10am sound g-good?” you continued, clearing your throat to let the smooth professionalism shine through.

Jamie agreed and you managed to quickly, and politely, end the call. Sliding the receiver back onto the phone stand you leant forward on your hands, flat palms against the desk.

“What about that was behaving?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he laughed, hand still lazily stroking his cock. You crossed the room in as few steps as you could and just as he was raising your underwear back to his face you snatched them from him. Throwing them to the side they skirted to a stop on your desk.

As you turned back, he didn’t give you a second to breathe let alone speak before he was on you. His lips captured yours in an almost painful embrace, hungry and desperate. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of your blouse as you explored his chest and back. The feeling of him was intoxicating, you’d known you’d be lost to it from the first moment you’d experienced it.

Tension like no other. That’s what he gave you. Tension that made your cunt quiver from one look across a crowded meeting room. You’d never met another person that drew you in like he did, addicted you to his very presence from the first moment he could.

He was something different. You’d never quite experienced anyone like him.

Attraction to him was innate, primal. But it wasn’t instant, it had wriggled its way in slowly by bypassing every wall you put up against it.

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About a month ago you’d decided to redesign your office, nothing much just moving some things around and adding a few bits. You spent more time here than at home so why not make it a little more homely. You asked Adam to book you some guys to come and help move the bigger furniture around, and also, you’d asked him to source you a coffee table for the middle of the room.

Something nice, oak and sturdy – hopefully something that would last longer than you did in this office.

“A coffee table you can beat to retirement, got it,” he’d said, licking the end of his pencil before he started writing.

He told you he’d booked everything and then when the workers were scheduled to show up, one Saturday morning that you’d dragged yourself into the office to supervise, there he was. A loose vest hung from his shoulders and cargo shorts swung low on his hips.

You’d given him an expression of ‘what the fuck’ before he’d explained that he didn’t see any sense in hiring people to do it when he was right here. And so, he’d set to work that morning.

And as you watched the bulge of his biceps and the sweat trickling down the back of his neck in the summer heat, your cunt had reminded you that no wall, mental or otherwise, could stand in the way of that man.

Then came the kicker, the one that set your heart on fire instead of just your cunt. He produced a coffee table, it was nice! Really nice, exactly what you’d had in mind actually.

“Where did you get it?” you asked, watching him haul it in with it raised above his head before he placed it for your viewing.

“I made it,” he huffed breathlessly as he adjusted it. Your jaw had dropped, “You what?”

He stood up at full height to look at you, rubbed the back of his hand across his forehead to move hair from his eyes, “I made it, you like it?”

It had been a long time since anyone, especially a man, had made you speechless. So, you just nodded, blinking back tears as he turned away from you.

‘It was just a coffee table’ you’d thought to yourself as you tried to get it together. But that mundane coffee table had been the start of something out of this world.

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Now he cupped your face, you standing on your tiptoes as he arched his back over you. Your blouse made its way to the floor, followed by your bra. Standing back, he took pride in cupping your tits, thumbing over your nipples as they peaked.

Next your skirt was wiggled off your hips and you stood out of your heels, kicking them unceremoniously behind you.

This was not the first time you’d both been naked in your office but something about the thick, weighted atmosphere made it feel like you were glowing. Throbbing with need.

Adam grabbed you in one swift motion, spinning you so that you landed with a soft noise onto your knees on the couch. You felt the cushions move beneath you as he clambered into the remaining space. His hand slowly slid down your back, feeling the curve of your spine before landing a hard smack on your ass.

Your yelp echoed around the room and you cringed, God, you really hoped everyone had gone home.

He did it again, a satisfied groan rumbling from his chest, you squirmed as he gently lay his hand over where your skin had stained pink.

“What is it?” he asked, you whined in response and he laughed, “Would you prefer it if it was your cunt?”

You gasped, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I know you like that too,” he added smugly, hand sliding between your legs. Instinctively your legs parted a little, shuffling your knees further apart as you leant over the arm of the couch.

“Fuuuuck,” he growled as his fingers explored the pooling wetness he found, the awkward angle meant he could only give you a light smack but he did give you one. Several actually. Several smacks to your cunt in quick succession, the wet sound of his hand against your skin making your cheeks burn red.

“Please?” you whimpered, fingers clutching the hard arm of the couch. Your entire body canted forward as he landed more smacks to your aching cunt, your clit throbbed painfully at the dull stimulation of them.  

He laughed, sarcastically because he knew you loved that shit, “Please what?”

You were dumbstruck into silence, only able to concentrate on the feeling of his fingertips gripping your hips. You fluttered your eyes open and looked up in front of you; in the most mocking way possible, as you could feel your jaw slackening and your mind losing itself to everything tangible but him, the thing that greeted your eyes first was your PhD certificate hanging up on the wall.

This man was going to fuck you dumb in front of the highest academic achievement you had, how poetic.

“You know what to call me,” he encouraged, his hand smacked down onto your ass cheek once again making your whole-body jolt.

“I-I don’t know,” you stumbled, you could feel the power willingly leaving your body. Sometimes you two really played, switching between your power and his. Your hand around his throat as he begged with a grin on his face or… like this. Where you surrendered the ache of your bones over to the touch of his magic hands.

His touch was an ointment for any ill, the ailments of a work day healing in the embrace of his arms.

“You know I love that Daddy shit, come on.”

The way his tone dripped with teasing made your body shudder, “Please Daddy?” you simpered.

The growl that greeted your words was reward enough but then you felt his cock slide between your folds, thick tip beginning to stretch you open. Your torso sank over the arm of the couch more, muscles melting under the feeling of his cock pressing along the walls of your cunt, your hands scrambling to steady yourself.

His body leaned over yours, pressing hot skin against hot skin, his hand wound its way around your neck and he pulled you up a little, “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

The whimper you released earned you a chuckle, a harsh snap of his hips making you cry out, “Y-you sure there’s no one here?”

“Cleared the whole floor before I even came in here, actually told a couple people they could go home early…. Whoops,” he laughed before bending his lips to your ear, “So you can make as much pathetic noise as you want too.”

He snapped his hips again and the echo of your skin smacking against his competed for the loudest noise against the guttural cry you let fall between your lips.

“Thaaaats it,” he urged between gritted teeth, deep thrusts of his hips pulling desperate sound after desperate sound out of you.

Your nails scratch against the fabric of the couch, in any other circumstance the feeling and sound would have set your teeth on edge but right now it was the only thing grounding you in reality. His hands caressed your body, the curve of your waist down to the swell of your hips – you loved the calloused feel of his palms. Palms that showed his passions, his hard work. They were such a contrast to your manicured, highly moistured ones.

The caresses turned to grabs as he pulled you open to get a better look at the way your cunt swallowed him, “Fuck, yes. Look at that pretty fuckin’ pussy, swallowing me fuckin’ whole.”

With nothing in you but surrender your body jolted and jerked with each thrust, his speed increased and your mouth opened but no sound came out.

Reduced to a slack jaw and an almost silent whine you just let him move you, “You act all tough and superior out there, making everyone practically fu-ucking tremble with fear, but in here you are just my little whore.”

You nodded, screwing your eyes closed. The stretch of him was always too much, your body reminded you of that in the days following anytime with Adam. Like he imprinted your body with his cock, his mark was the ache between your thighs and the sting of your skin.

“Say it, go on little whore, tell me who you belong to?”

“Y-you,” you stuttered, the degradation was new. He knew it wasn’t really your thing but he also knew how far he could push you; he would stop if you asked. That remembrance of trust made a new wash of lust swim through your veins.

“Whose?” he taunted through gritted teeth.

“Yours Daddy! I’m Daddys whore,” you sobbed.

Your words earned you a triumphant laugh, “Good girl,” Adam groaned.

The arm of the couch pressed harshly into your chest; pain ricocheted off your bones but you leant even further into them. Body giving out as it visibly shook, edging closer and closer towards your orgasm. You pressed your face against the back of your hand, pushing your hips back into him as your body moved lower.

Your climax creeped up your spine and swarmed your stomach in an ever-tightening whirlpool, you feared he wouldn’t let you cum. This mood he was in felt dangerous to the bliss of your release.

However, the way his thrusts snapped at a stuttered speed told you he was close too, something you could use to your advantage.

“Please can I cum?” you asked, words a little muffled by the squish of your cheek against your hand. It was desperate, pathetic really, the way you sounded. But the feral grunts that Adam let out, the way his fingernails dug into your skin, made the embarrassment worth it.

He bent over your body, heat almost suffocating you, “Cum,” he said plainly, voice low in your ear.

Convulsion overtook your body, pleasure rattled you from your very core outwards. But he held you steady, kept momentum to fuck you through your waves of mindless orgasm.

Once he felt your body relax, he picked up pace again. Your hands clung on for dear life as you tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, frantic ruts of his hips creating the obscenest noise to background his unabashed sounds.

“Are you going to cum Daddy?” you taunted, still a little breathless. You turned as much as you could, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the way his face screwed up with pleasure.

“Fuuuck yes, where do you want it my little whore?”

“Inside, Daddy,” you replied, simperingly sweet for him. Thankfully you’d chosen that moment to look back at his face because you saw the way his eyes rolled back in his head.

Frantic thrusts caused you to bite back a scream and then suddenly he pushed himself impossibly deeper, a low graveled groan accompanying it. You felt the way he pushed his cock in, pushing ropes of cum deep into your spasming pussy.

Your body vibrated as he pulled out of you slowly, you felt the drip of his cum seep out of your aching hole and you hummed in satisfaction.

You heard him drop onto the couch and you followed suit, trying not to think about the fact that this couch would need deep-cleaning as you felt the wet patch start to seep into the fabric under your thighs.

“You’re perfect,” he huffed, kissing the top of your head hard.

You tutted, “Stop that.”

“Nu-uh!” he protested, hooking a finger under your chin so you’d turn to look at him. When you did you saw his serious face, the one that happened every so often when his playful general sarcasm molded into something genuine.

“I mean it,” he continued, “You’re damn fucking perfect woman!”

You sighed happily, curling into his chest, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

After a beat of comfortable silence he said, “So… are you finally going to let this ‘not so bad’ guy take you out for dinner?”

“I’ve told you Adam, you don’t need to buy me dinner.”

“I want too,” he retorted, fingers trailing gently up and down your back, “Please?”

You sighed; he’d been asking for a while. At first you thought it was just to be polite but the more he asked the more it felt real. But the guilt of asking someone to spend money on you when your bank account practically quadrupled theirs ate at you.

But he asked so sweetly and the way his fingers soothed you made your eyelashes flutter with sleep, lowering your guard, “Okay, one dinner.”

“Fuck yeah!” he celebrated, making you giggle, before pulling you closer. Gathering your legs up and across his lap so he could cradle you into his body, he’d never done that before. It made your heart skip a beat in a way it hadn’t done for a long time. The warmth of his embrace felt safe, a feeling that was largely alien to you since you were a child.

Adam Sackler really was a wonder. An enigmatic wonder.

An enigmatic wonder that was slowly turning from an office fling into something else entirely.

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[mrs-gucci]

Drive-In

{ flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Can I please request going to a horror movie drive in with Flip where he hopes the movie will be louder than the noises you both make lol :)

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), high risk sex (car sex around other people), reverse cowgirl, barebacking, creampie.

word count: 525

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

collage by me :)

Creepy music plays loudly through the drive-in speakers as the spectators in surrounding cars stare up at the large movie screen, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas hesitantly, waiting for the impending jump scare.

You and Flip, however, had lost interest in the movie about ten minutes ago. Well, you didn't lose interest, per se. More like you two became much more interested in one another than in the movie.

Lets just say that the gasps and cries from the scared on-screen protagonists aren't the only ones happening at the theater this evening.

Flip grunts as you sink down onto his stiff length repeatedly, hips thrusting up instinctively against you. The truck's windows are starting to really steam up, the air between you two incredibly thick while you ride him.

You're holding tightly onto the grab handle with one hand while the other rests on his hand, the one currently gripping your hip tightly. Your eyes are on the movie and maybe somewhere in your mind you're paying attention to the horrors occurring, but really, it's just pictures on a screen. Your mind is in a whole different place right now.

"S-Shit," you breathe, biting your lip to try and keep the noise down. "Oh god, baby..."

As much as Flip loves this, well, pretty much public sex, he does try to be extra careful since he's law enforcement. He's really hoping the movie's louder than the noises you two are making and the gentle squeaking of his truck's shocks.

He groans softly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, ashes starting to fall off the tip. "Goddamnit, princess...a little faster for me...mhm, that's it..."

You speed up as he requested, resulting in a spike in both your pleasures. Matching noises of pure lust and passion escape from both of your lips.

"Fuck...mm!"

Flip starts thrusting up into you, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. The cars around you seem none the wiser and luckily for you two, the windows are not completely steamed over, so all that can really be seen are your silhouettes.

As he fucks you, you take the opportunity to reach down and rub your clit, moaning softly as the pleasure pulses through you. You're close, very close, and getting closer by the second--

"O-Oh fuck," Flip groans as he cums, pushing his cum up into you with rapid thrusts. "Mmm, good girl...shit..."

Feeling him cum is what sends you over the edge, and you continue rubbing yourself through it as the familiar waves of pleasure roll over your body.

Eventually you both come to a stop and Flip pulls out, tucking himself away while you pull your underwear back into place. As soon as you turn around in his lap, Flip has put out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

A thought come to you and you smile against his lips, chuckling softly. He pulls away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"What is it?"

Your laughter grows a bit. "I told you this was a good movie."

He laughs, shaking his head and giving your ass a nice firm smack.

"You're cute."

****

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[rynwritesstuff]

Along the lines of the telling them about your kinks prompt, what about telling Flip that you want him to be extra dominant and aggressive? Please and thank you 🖤

Can do, anon! Thank you for requesting!! <3

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Contains: NSFW content, Oral (reader receiving) (because apparently I have been on an oral sex kick lmao), dominant Flip, gendered nicknames (pretty girl, best girl)

Word Count: 700

Summary: You ask Flip to be more dominant with you. He obliges.

It’s been weighing on you, this thing that you’d like to tell Flip. He’s a kind man, a gentleman, and you know deep down that even if he doesn’t want to do what it is you’re going to ask of him, he’ll still be sweet about it. He’ll still love you, because his love is unconditional. You hope it is, at least . . .

He gets home around ten, which is considered early for him, and you approach him. Flip smiles when he sees you, then leans down to slip his boots off as you walk up to him. 

“Hey, baby,” he says. “How’s my best girl?” 

There it is. That gentlemanly-ness that has always both aroused you and frustrated you at times. 

“I’m good, honey,” you say, putting your hands on his chest. He can tell immediately that there’s something you want to say, and he puts his hands on your hips, pulling your body flush against his. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Flip asks, his hands wandering down to your ass so he can give it a squeeze. You reach forward, cupping his crotch gently. 

“I have a request,” you say, smirking softly to hide your nerves. Or, rather, your eagerness and excitement to hear what he says. 

Flip hums, kissing you a few times. 

“Tell me.”

You rub his crotch, pressing a bit more firmly. 

“I want you to be more . . . I don’t know . . . Aggressive with me,” you say, staring up at him as you touch him. He seems surprised, or interested at least, and you offer him a small smile. “If you’d be comfortable with that–”

Flip tugs you forward, then pins you against the wall by the front door with a bit more force than he would normally use. Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Like that?” he asks, voice low. You nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Flip,” you breathe, nodding again. “Like that.”

He looks you over for a moment before pressing his hand between your thighs. 

“I wanna taste you,” he says firmly. “Pants and underwear off. Get on the couch.” 

You hurry to listen, pussy throbbing with arousal. As you do this, Flip unbuckles his belt, tosses it to the floor, unzips his jeans, and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself as he steps towards you, a new-found wave of neediness hitting him when he sees the way you’re looking at him. 

“Good girl,” Flip tells you as you spread your legs for him. He settles between them, observing the way your entrance clenches and unclenches out of desperation for a moment before he leans in to lick up your wetness. 

You groan, hands instinctively moving down to tug and grip at his hair. He grunts into your pussy, then says: “Mm. So wet for me. You needed me bad, hm?” 

You nod even though he can’t see you, then mumble out a soft, “Y-Yes!” 

“Dirty girl needed me all fucking night, hm? Were you thinking about this?” he asks. You groan in response. He smacks your thigh. “Answer me.” 

“Yes, Flip, mmm . . . W-Was thinking about you a-all fucking evening . . .”

Flip reaches down to touch himself as he eats your pussy, and he sighs shakily before resuming his actions.

“F-Fuck, gonna cum–” 

“Ask for permission,” Flip says, cutting you off, and you have to tighten your core in order to not climax right then and there. He sucks at your clit harder. “Go on. Ask me. Beg me.”

He’s so into this, so into you, and–

“Please! Please, c-can I cum?” you ask, hips stuttering as you hold off your orgasm. 

“Mm, mhm,” Flip hums, looking up at you. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You let go, not needing to be told twice as your orgasm crashes over you. 

“S-Shit! Fuck, Flip!” you groan, pushing your hips up against his mouth. He takes you through you orgasm, then looks up at you as he leans up and kisses you firmly. 

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he breathes. “And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. Understand?” 

You nod quickly. 

“Yes. Y-Yes, Flip. Please . . .”

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[rachoxpotato]

Flip’s Day Off

Flip Zimmerman x Reader CW // free use, cunnilingus, some butt stuff, dirty talk, praise, light degradation, light choking, Daddy, p in v 2.4k words

Beams of soft light streaking through the gap in your curtains wake you. With your eyes open in the room’s rather dim glow, you can’t help but wonder how it wasn’t Flip’s snoring. 

Must be used to it, you muse, as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and search for the flannel he’d worn the night before. The one you desperately stripped off of him while he still had you in his arms, your legs around his waist. Seconds before he’d thrown you to the bed and spread your thighs with his bare shoulders. 

You shiver at the thought and look down at him as you fasten only the middle button, the too-big garment falling to mid-thigh. You have to roll the sleeves up to your elbows to use your hands. Worth it. 

From your bedside drawer, you pluck a clean pair of cotton panties and slip them on beneath his shirt. It’s Flip’s day off, so you’re not sure how long they’ll last but at least the effort is there. 

His scarred chest rises and falls with his even breaths, his naked lower half barely covered by the layers of blankets you need to stay warm on nights he works late. 

Following the thin trail of dark hair south of his bellybutton, the sheets are tented by his proud morning wood, and had he not had a rough round of shifts leading up to this: his first day off in two weeks, you’d wake him up with your tongue swirling around the tip. 

Your mouth waters at the thought. You know he’d love it. But he can use every minute of sleep he can get. So you pad into the kitchen and get the coffee pot going. 

Besides, on Flip’s days off… you’re the sex toy.

It’s just as the maker is spewing its last drops of hot coffee that Flip emerges from your bedroom, a pair of plaid boxers riding low on his hips. 

He runs a hand through his thick, lush hair, his fingers combing through and straightening out his middle part before his hand rubs lazily at his muscular chest and defined abs. You try not to gawk but when that hand drops and he scratches his happy trail, you clench. 

“Morning, Love,” you say calmly as he approaches you, wraps his arms around your waist from behind, and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

God, he feels so good like this. So big. So warm. You’ve never felt safer than you do in flip Zimmerman’s arms. 

“Would you like some coffee?” you ask as his lips find your neck. His mouth explores like it doesn’t have every inch of you road-mapped and you sigh as he sucks gently at your pulse point. “C-coffee?” you try again shakily. 

“After,” he says, though, his hands practically answer for him. His massive paws climb your thighs, reach beneath your (his) shirt and squeeze your ass so hard, he brings you up into your toes. 

You whimper as you look back at him over your shoulder and he claims your lips with his own, his tongue wasting no time in finding yours and forcing dominance. 

“Daddy,” you sigh as his fingers pinch the fabric of your panties and he drops to his knees as he tugs them down. 

“Drives me crazy. You in my clothes.”

“Yeah?” you gasp as he spreads your legs from behind and presses a wide palm to your lower back. His thumb and forefingers nearly stretch to wrap around your hips, his hand is so big. 

“Youre mine,” he says as he pushes you forward, your hands bracing yourself on the countertop as his tongue finds your sex. 

“Flip!” you gasp, hands scrambling for purchase. 

“The fuck did you just call me?” he asks, a finger dragging lightly up and down the inside of your sensitive thigh. 

“Daddy,” you sigh. 

“Good girl,” Flip murmurs and rewards you with his tongue between your folds. 

He steadies you with a hand on your thigh, holds you against the kitchen cabinet, and licks through your labia, tasting every inch of you. Probably tasting himself from a few hours ago as well. 

That thought drives you wild. 

“Fuck, Daddy, I…”

“I know, Baby Girl,” he murmurs, lifting the finger from your thigh to your heat. He circles your clit and traces the circumference of your opening… but never quite touches you where you need him. “My little sex doll can’t even go the morning without getting fucked, hm?” And before you can even insinuate that he’d initiated this, Flip spreads your arousal up to your clit, circling it, never touching it directly. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, Baby Girl. I’ve barely touched you.”

He urges your legs further apart and spreads you open for him, gently pulling your lips apart with his thumb and forefinger. 

“You just have the most perfect pussy,” Flip says. “Daddy likes to admire what’s his.”

You moan at that, your fingertips nearly puncturing the granite countertop as he circles, circles, circles your entrance with his finger. 

“Daddy, please,” you beg.

“Only because my baby girl asked so nicely,” he says, pressing a finger into you and you sigh, but your relief quickly morphs into a gasp as his tongue finds your clit. 

And the stretch you feel inside your cunt leads you to believe he’s slipped a second finger inside of you. 

“Ohhh, god. Yes yes! Daddy, don’t stop,” you pant as his tongue applies the expert pressure only he can deliver. “Close… I’m close…”

Flip maintains his finger speed and wraps his lips around your clit. As he sucks at your sensitive nub, you suck in a breath of air, and hold it until your orgasm flips low in your belly. 

And then you’re scrambling, you’re flying. 

Pleasure bursts within you, causing you to cry out as sensations flood your body and ricochet off every inch of your insides as the storm crashes back down in waves. 

Your scream goes silent as you rock back against his face, mouth open, desperately trying to keep from falling off the earth as your legs shake violently and your intimate walls clamp down on his fingers. 

And before your climax can even begin to dwindle, the tip of Flip’s tongue is between your ass cheeks, prodding the tight ring of muscle and prolonging your orgasm as your asshole gets the attention it didn’t even know it craved. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, once you’ve finally come down from your high. You’re still bent over the counter while Flip’s hand does god knows what to you between your legs as you recover. 

“I’m gonna fuck you here later,” he says, using the arousal he’d collected from your pussy as lube and inserting his finger inside your ass to the first knuckle. “It’s been too long. My cock misses fucking this perfect ass.”

He grabs a cheek with his free hand for emphasis. 

You look over your shoulder, your bottom lip between your teeth. “Why don’t you fuck me there now?”

“I’d be too rough.” He withdraws his finger and in one fluid motion, Flip grips your hips, turns you around to face him, and lifts you up onto the counter. Your ass hovers precariously on the edge but Flip’s strong hands keep you steady.

He’s got a hold on you but still manages to push his boxers down to his thighs, revealing his massive erection. 

You often forget how big he actually is. Usually so lost in the throws of passion, you’re just begging for it in some capacity. 

But this is one of those times your eyes bulge as he lines it up with your entrance and you wonder how it fits in your cunt at all, let alone your ass. 

Flip smirks when he catches your expression and you’re whining as he feeds you the tip, already begging for more. 

“I like to take my time when I fuck your ass,” he says, continuing his previous sentiment. “And Doll, I’m not gonna be able to hold back this morning.”

 He thrusts into you then, wholly, roughly, quickly. 

You cry out as your spine arches, pressing your chest toward him. With quick fingers, he rips the button of his flannel open, exposing your breasts as the fabric frames your curves.

Flip places a hand on your lower back and the other on the edge of the counter, using both for leverage to fuck into you hard, fast, wild, his eyes on your tits as they bounce and jiggle with his motions. 

“Daddy!” you gasp, looking between you. 

His huge cock is slick, shiny, covered in your arousal. The sheen matches that of his lips. 

“You like watching Daddy fuck you?” he grunts, pumping his hips a little harder. 

“Uh… uh huh,” you manage to say as you watch his cock go in and slip out. 

“Yeah you do, Daddy’s perfect little slut, hm? Lets him tear down her panties whenever he wants like the good little doll she is.”

His words make you moan but before he can continue whispering filth, his mouth is on your breast, teasing your nipple. He’s licking, sucking, biting at the skin around the aching, rosy nub and he smirks when you shift, attempting to line it up with his lips. 

“Daddyyyy,” you whine. Then, “DADDY!” when he sucks a bruise into your skin. 

“Good girl,” he praises, staring at the reds and purples. Flip’s lips curl into a smile and then he descends onto your nipple. 

His hot mouth sucks, laps, and nips at the bud. He sucks harder, eliciting tiny shards of pain that turn swiftly into pleasure on their way down to your center. 

“Feel good, Baby Girl?”

“Yes yes yes!” Your hands fly to his hair and tug while simultaneously holding him in place. 

“Need ya to come, Doll. ‘m close… fuck, baby. You- you close?”

You are but you’re also on another planet, so answering him doesn’t come as easily as it should. 

And he’s getting frustrated. 

Flip consumes your throat. A hand around your neck, squeezing the sides with his fingers, and you moan so loudly, it makes him chuckle. 

“How the fuck am I supposed to punish you anymore? You get off on this now. Answer me.”

“I’m close,” you squeak out and Flip smirks. 

“There’s my good girl, huh?”

His hand slides down the front of your body, roughly squeezing your tits and pinching your nipples as it continues over your stomach. 

“See? You can listen,” he says, his thumb finding your sensitive clit immediately. “God, you’re so fuckin’ wet, Doll.”

Flip grunts before hooking his left elbow under your knee and hiking your leg up higher, spreading your legs even more for him. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says as his thumb moves in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. He slows both motions to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, Baby Girl. Can’t believe you let me do this to you. My perfect little slut doll…”

You gasp at his words, lips curling up into a smile as he hikes your leg up higher and finds an angle that makes you scream. 

“Harder, Daddy! Faster, please…”

“Gotta teach my doll some patience, hm? Don’t forget, Baby Girl…” You cry out as he hits you with a particularly deep thrust, so deep, you swear he hits your lungs, forces the air from your body. Then, his eyes darken and he says, “you’re my fuck toy. For when I need to get off.”

He thrusts into you so hard, his thighs clash against the cupboard, the door slams over and over with each pump. 

“Say it,” he whispers, eyes on his massive cock as it glides in and out of you, the base seemingly wetter each time he pulls out.

You’ve lost the ability to speak, think, form a coherent thought. All you know is…

“I’m Daddy’s fuck toy,” you sigh. 

“Good girl.”

“Please, please can I come? Daddy… Daddy… I’m—“

The room smells like coffee and sex when you take in a deep breath and hold it. Between the friction of his huge cock, the perfect circles of his fingers on your clit, Flip’s dirty talk, and the asphyxiation, you're a goner. 

“Come for me, Baby Girl. Let me feel this wet little pussy squeeze my cock. Fuckin’—“

You cry out as your second orgasm before 9am wreaks havoc over your system, stretching your spine tight like a bow. 

Flip fucks you through it, your climax a catalyst for his, and suddenly, his thrusts lose their rhythm and he’s grunting and groaning as he paints your walls with his hot, white cum. 

After your body collapses in pleasure, Flip uses the leverage of your leg to keep your body open for him, even after his hand has left your clit and grips the countertop, and you’re clinging to him, desperate for skin to skin contact. 

He wraps an arm around you and buries his face in your sweaty neck as he gives you two last pumps of cum, his shaking lips sucking at the skin below your ear. 

“There’s my good girl,” he says before gently pulling out. “Well done, Baby Girl. Stay right there.”

His cum drips down the underside of your ass cheeks while you wait for his return. He’s got a warm washcloth between your legs seconds later and you’re combing your fingers through his hair. 

Flip turns his head as kisses your wrist. 

“Come on, Doll, let’s go back to bed.” He bridal carries you while you cling to his neck, and sets you carefully on the mattress. “Turn over.”

You do as you’re told. 

“Good doll,” he praises as a slippery hand grabs your ass cheek. 

You gasp as the tip of a cold, stainless steel plug presses against your asshole. 

“I know, Baby, I know,” he coos behind you as you whine. “Tried to warm the lube up a bit. Take a deep breath in… good, now breathe out. Relax.”

As you exhale, he presses the plug inside of you. 

“For later,” he says with a smirk as he climbs into bed next to you and drapes your body over his. 

You might just love his days off more than he does.

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[bits-and-babs]

Hi, I just read your rules again and saw that this request needed to be sent on non anon, so I’m sending it again.

💿

For Commander Mills and the shower prompt please, or it could be a waterfall too. Thank you so much for taking requests 🖤

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 — 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒

summary: grief threatens to consume you far quicker than the creatures that inhabit the moon you have crash-landed on. Mills does everything he can to stop it.

pairing: Commander Mills (65 Movie) x f!reader

word count: 1k

content: 18+ MDNI. Injury, trauma, vague descriptions/mentions of PTSD. Survivors' guilt. Sad sex (?), sort of a hurt/comfort thing. Heavy petting, p in v sex. 

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Cuts seep deep crimson down the length of your forearms, the ichor dripping from your fingertips and into the freezing cold water at your feet. It dilutes, the scarlet cloud swirling amongst the crystal clear river before drifting away with the current.

Closing your eyes slowly, you tilt your head back into the bruising flow of the waterfall as the plummeting stream bludgeons your skull and shoulders. It hurts, your aching body battered and beaten in the crash that had claimed the lives of the cryogenic cargo you had been attempting to shuttle across the universe. You’d lost count of how often you’d been flung into the steel walls- or had you blacked out? You weren’t sure.

A shaky breath rattles in your lungs as you try to expel the pain that sits heavy against your heart. Abandoned on this planet, surrounded by creatures lusting for your flesh with no promise of assistance, you’re beginning to feel utterly hopeless.

“Hey,” a soft, gruff voice murmurs in your ear, lips pressing against the soft cartilage shell as hands swallow the curve of your hips. You lean into that touch, cling to its scarce comfort. The calloused fingerprints circle the arch of your hip bones in soothing circles, soft mouth places open-mouthed kisses across the length of your shoulder. “You’re disappearing again.”

Clearing your throat weakly, you nod your head, chewing on the raw surface of the inside of your cheek. “I’m-… I’m trying not to, Mills.”

“I know,” he urges you softly, skimming his hands across your bare skin. It’s cold to the touch under the stream of the waterfall, but Mill’s proximity sparks heat, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. “I know. Tell me what I can do to help.”

Mills struggles to conceal the concern that laces the casual tone of his request. He’s been worried about you since the crash, scared that the grief, the guilt of being the only other survivor, and the brutality of the planet would swallow you whole. You’d catch him checking on you in the middle of the night, scared you’d… given up.

“I just-“ you choke, emotion roiling in your stomach like the bubbling surface of the water battered by the falling stream. Mills squeezes you tight, letting you know he’s here to hold you together as you shatter. “I just need you. Need you closer.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Mill’s arms encase you, pulling your back to his naked chest ever so gently. Tears stream down your cheeks, mixing with the freshwater droplets that drip from your hairline. He doesn’t mind as you sob into his kisses, plush lips pressing delicately against your own as they tremble. Gentle words of encouragement pour from his mouth like a free-flowing cup of wine, overwhelming, sweet affirmations that still leave a bitterness coating your tongue.

You’re doing so well. I know it’s hard. We’re getting out of this together.

Sinking your fingers into the soaked strands of midnight hair at the base of his neck, you push his head closer to you and smother his proclamations of survival with a heated kiss. Mills returns your hunger, groping at the soft expanse of your flesh with heavy hands.

The guilt drenched you, makes you feel colder than the cascade of the rapids above you. You can feel the press of Mill’s heavy cock twitching at your back; note the swirling arousal that blooms beneath his touch as he sweeps his thumbs across your pert nipples. You’re alive.

Fuck, you’re alive, and it feels so good. Mill’s beard brushes at your cheek as his tongue lathes against your own. You cling desperately to him, afraid that you’ll wake from this blissful dream and return to consciousness, plummeting down to earth in the steel coffin of the ship.

“I’m here,” Mills pants heavily into your mouth, sweeping his palm up the inside of your thigh, “You’re here with me, Sweet Thing.”

You sob weakly, reaching out to grasp onto the rocky cliff face with a trembling hand. “Please, Mills. Please.”

Begging for everything and nothing and for mercy, you let out a blissful wail of relief as Mills sweeps his blunt cockhead against your soaked pussy lips and into your aching cunt.

It’s this. This moment. When you have to suck oxygen into your lungs and focus on the pace of your breaths. The sting of his cock stretches you open, and the distant groans behind your head as the roar of the falls drown him out. You don’t have room to think of anything else, can’t consider the chaos and the carnage that killed off your cargo-

“Mills,” you choke out as he rocks heavily into your hips from behind, slamming hard against the surface of your cervix. It’s a dull pain, breeding pleasure beneath the throbbing sensation as he rocks into you. His palm cups over your breast, squeezing the malleable flesh and pinching at your nipples.

It sparks heavily in the pit of your stomach, the increase in pace causing the slap of his balls against the curve of your ass to sound over the crashing water. You whimper loudly, tilting your head against his shoulder and revelling in how he takes your earlobe between his teeth and groans into your ear.

“Come on,” he hisses softly as your walls squeeze around him, “Come on, I know it feels good.”

The devastating agony of loss melts away as the ebb of your orgasm throbs at the surface of your being. You nod mindlessly, all sounds caught in your throat when his fingertips brush at your clit, and you threaten to cum.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give me everything? I’ve got you, Sweet Thing. I won’t let you go.” He whispers, and it’s so gentle that it shakes your soul.

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