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darklydeliciousdesires · 10 months
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It Burns Golden - An EZ/Reader/Guero One Shot Story.
SMUTTY THREESOME GOODNESS IS HERE, BESTIESSSSS!
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Words - 1,687
Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
It burns golden, the pleasure that streaks over your skin like a summer dawn, evoked by two mouths hungrily mapping their desire across your body. You’d gone to the clubhouse with one single-minded agenda that evening; to get laid by an outlaw.  
You did not expect to go home with two. All because you couldn’t pick between them.
“Then why choose?” the younger had stated, looking at his president with a grin. “You down?”
EZ’s smirk had widened instantly. “Absolutely.”  
Riding on the back of his bike while giving him directions to your home, you’d felt a little high with anticipation, your head fuzzy, your body light and tingly at the prospect of two men within your bed at once. Seeing them both strip off for you once they’d got there? It’s a visual you will carry with you forever. Feeling them both mutually attend to your pleasure? Well, that part has only just begun.  
Thank goodness you have an amply sized bed.  
Their mouths haven’t even encroached up erogenous areas, and yet you sizzle with the heat of a hundred suns, Guero laying licks and soft bites to your neck, EZ’s mouth kissing a smouldering path down your body, tongue circling your navel as his hands caress your thighs. You anticipate feeling the glide of his tongue to tease licks at your apex, yet it’s a different kind of tease that he has in mind.
His breath flutters warm against you, a soft lick swiping over your slit, his mouth moving to caress your inner thigh instead. He grins at your tiny whine of frustration, offering satiation by way of skimming his fingertips into the already dewy warmth of your folds. You gasp against Guero’s mouth, his hands gliding over your breasts, his tongue joining, your nipples slowly circled with heated licks.  
Your hips buck at the intrusion of two fingers sliding into the velvet clasp of your cunt, EZ sitting up to watch you enjoy it, your body slowly undulating as he moves them in a wave, each sweet spot inside of you stroked with careful precision. They twist gently, seeking out ways to light you up, your head foggy with arousal as Guero brings his mouth back to yours, his hand trailing down your body.  
When his fingertips reach your clit, your breath hitches, tummy juddering, the dark fire of his eyes burning into yours before you exchange kisses of syrupy heat once more. EZ lowers to sprinkle kisses up your side, each of your hands stroking them both, their skin a sumptuous blanket of tattooed muscles against you, mouths kissing prayers of lust over your flesh.  
The circled drag of fingertips over your clit coupled with the thorough, yet slow plunge into your slick core makes you feel as if you’re burning slow, EZ’s hand grasping your jaw as Guero’s mouth moves back to your nipple, his lips pressing to yours, kissing you with chilling heat. Your grasp at the back of his neck, melding yourself with him before he slips from you, sucking your nipple on his way back down your body.
You thrum with the pleasure of it, being touched so expertly by them both, their fingers making you feel as if moonbeams streak from the very darkest depths of you, lighting you in a way you have never been illuminated before. Guero moves his hand away, the two fingers dampened from you pushed into your mouth, watching you suck them, his big hand clasping your jaw, kissing you fiercely as EZ’s tongue finally lays wet heat where you crave it the most.  
The fever of it rushes through you, winds tight, Guero’s teeth prickling your lower lip at the exact same time EZ wraps your clit in the hot suck of his lips, making your muscles cord, your back arching off the bed. Big hands push you down, EZ holding you still, the tip of his tongue circling, nerve endings caressed with sublimity.
His thumb tugs your clit hood back, your little bud standing out more to the onslaught of his hungry, relentless mouth. The groans against you are rich and full-bodied, your hand curling around his head, nails scraping over his shaven hair, the other buried in the roots of the soft, dark locks of the man who moves to kiss you wantonly.  
They are the two dark stars who move in orbit around you, EZ’s hands gripping your thighs as you reach to your nightstand and yank the drawer open, pulling out necessary items in a long strip of condoms and a bottle of lube. The latter is put to immediate use, pumping a slick into your hand, wrapping it around Guero’s cock, biting your lip as a pleasant roll of warmth curls through you to feel his girth.  
Your free hand cups his face, kissing the groan from his lips as your hand tightens and drags, feeling his hardness bob against your grip, your thighs closing in around EZ’s face. The faint prickle of stubble rubs your skin as he eats you with aplomb, lips tight at your clit, fingers buried so deep, your slick gently trickles out over his knuckles.  
His teeth gently graze your bud, and it sends sparks skittering through you, tongue rolling over you again firmly, heat misting your spine. While EZ licks utter divinity against you, you begin to pump faster on Guero’s cock, his mouth leaving yours, his groan a bonfire of sound that roars through your blood, his teeth grazing your neck as his hips sway forward to fuck into the wet grasp of your hand.  
Pre cum seeps from him, your thumb circling the slit of his cock, his body trembling at your side, his moans a deep gravel as his chest heaves, and you begin to pull it from him, your eyes fixed upon his.
“Mmm, that’s it, gorgeous,” you encourage, hand quickening upon him, “come for me.” His mouth lands upon yours, hot, messy kisses somewhat muting the deep growl as he twitches and spills over your hand, panting against your tongue.  
“Fuck,” he grits, breathless and still trembling, your hand gentling upon him. “Fuck, you ruined me.”  
You chuckle wickedly, mouth scattering kisses down the tattooed side of his neck. “Not yet, I haven’t.” You reach for some tissues, cleaning your hand, beckoning for EZ as you sit up, pulling his mouth to yours. A quick, fluid shift in bodies has him lying back against the pillows, your mouth gliding down the splendour of his muscle ridged torso, and Guero lying beneath you on his back.  
His hands grasp your ass, pulling you down to meet his mouth, the hot wrap of pillowy heat from his lips encircling your clit, your body shivering in response. He sucks a fever at you, tongue circling, hands gliding over your back, your pussy trickling onto his tongue as he opens his mouth to drag a firm lick through your folds.  
At the same time, you run a long, slow lick up the thick vein of the very hard cock before you, taking EZ into your mouth and enveloping him in a hungry suck. He goes to speak, the word ‘fuck’ knocked out of the way by a hungry groan, his head thudding back, eyes closing tightly for a few moments, opening again to watch you taking him into your throat.  
You have him mindless from your mouth quickly, his hands tangling in your hair, your own arousal intensifying from the rapidly moving tongue against your clit. Pleasure begins to streak beneath your skin like meteors, Guero pushing his fingers into your dripping hole, pounding your insides until he has you gleaming and crying out.  
He has it bursting from you, the pleasure crackling like a forest fire, blazing over your bones as you squeak around a mouthful of cock, a long, low groan vibrating your throat, making EZ twitch against your tongue. You’re still knocked sideways by the force of your orgasm when you see Guero’s hand reach to grasp the condoms, pulling one from the strip and moving behind you.  
Anticipation creeps over your muscles, feeling him push against you, the stretch of him sending tingles through your walls. He splits you wide, fills you deep, his hands gripping your waist as he fills and empties you with long, even strokes, and god, if you could see the smile on his face at how good you feel.  
It rolls through you like a storm, Guero not remaining contained for long before he’s pounding into you savagely, forcing muted little cries from you as your mouth glides upon EZ’s cock, his abs trembling as his hands fist tight in your hair, hips rising to fuck your mouth. Their moans fill the room with the sexiest harmony of sin, your fingers pattering up his chest, pinching tightly on his nipples.
White hot pleasure glints through you, tumbling down your spine like a shooting star, Guero reaching beneath you to rub circles at your clit as his cock punches you deep, splits you wide, remakes you around him. You feel boneless between them, your nails dragging each dip and rise of EZ’s torso, your eyes finding his, hazel shining gold as you watch him ascending.  
He grits, a groan like tumbling boulders echoing through his chest as he spills into your throat, your mouth gentling on him before finally releasing him with a wet pop, your breaths hot at his hip as Guero fucks a storm of nirvana through your body, your hips pushing back against him as you cry out.  
Your voice breaks on his name, your waves flooding his shore as you come with a feral wail, his body rapidly driving against you until his cock jerks and he’s joining you, tight bliss come undone, his head resting upon your back.  
“Oh god,” you pant, EZ stroking your face, his thumb dragging your lip as you feel Guero plant kisses down your spine before he pulls from you with a little shudder. “I’m so done.”
The men both exchange a look, laughing. “No, you aren’t.”
They’re not wrong either.  
A/N - Part two? Maybe... ;)
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staticscreenwriting · 2 years
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BETHANY AND JO’S CHRISTMAS CALENDAR DAY THREE: Traditions
Today is all about traditions. Passed down through generations or completely new and ones. Get creative !
If you’re not a writer, that’s okay! You can make moodboards, playlists, art, whatever you want! Just please tag all triggers appropriately if there is any!
When you post your work, please tag them with #ChristmasCreationCalendar2021 but we all know how broken tumblr’s site is so feel free to message us with a link to your work!
Find the rules to the calendar here!
Find the masterlist of all the calendar days so far here!
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imaginingyourfandom · 4 years
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vote for a new series!
Vote for a new series:
twilight - being emmett cullen’s mate, a young witch and struggling with your powers and relationship
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charmed - you and chris halliwell being soulmates and him feeling like he’s not good enough for you
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the umbrella academy - being five’s friend and falling in love with diego
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law and order svu - sonny carisi being in love with you but you back off because you think he’s in love with amanda
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criminal minds - aaron falling for you but is scared of rejection and not being enough for you
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s.w.a.t - being in a relationship with victor tan and an old relationship coming back to haunt you
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cheaper by the dozen - charlie baker meeting you when his family moves and you make him feel happy 
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macgyver - mac being scared to admit that he’s in love with you after his failed relationship
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mayans mc - angel being in love with you and thinking you don’t feel the same but you vow to show him how much he means to you
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casualwriters · 3 years
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"How you been kid!" Creeper said he was shocked to see you back in you're guy's hometown, you swore to your older brother, that you were not planning to come back but telling you about the club, and how he talked about it made you smile. "Creep!" You giggled tackling you're older brother you missed him, you being away at college you didn't have time to see your brother but now you didn't want to forget where your roots are. Creeper seemed to be over the moon chuckling looking over the Motorcycle club you're brother patched in the smell of Weed and Burnt cigarettes looking to see the Marry statue in the corner of the door, and the large bar with dozens of bottles and shot glasses, glasses getting clean by Nails or the others are helping her. "Who do we have here?" A male voice said he was older maybe the President of the club? Creeper wrapped an armed around you're shoulder he acted like a proud brother "Pres meet my baby sister y/n" Creeper grinned and you nudged him in the ribs " two years younger okay old man" you say adding a bit of spitfire, "Nice to meet you Y/n Name Bishop "
The rest of the time you were meeting the men Your brother called family, and oh my god they were a unique bunch. Sitting at the bar laughing a bit when two doors open and annoying men walked in you raised an eyebrow the whiskey hovering over you're lips to take another sip, "Angel, Ezi!" Creeper grinned ruffling you're hair almost making you choke on your whiskey "fucking dick making me almost choke!'' One of the men just walked in he chuckled at you he was young and handsome someone you could not find at you're College there were just overgrown Child man Frat boys, " y/n" you whisper Ezi stared at you with smile "nice to meet you my name Ezi."
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Come Undone - A Nestor Oceteva/Reader Short.
Just a lil’ bit of fluffiness for Nes! 
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Words - 583
Warnings - None! 
“Are you okay?”
You shuffle onto your side, turning to look at him. “I’m sleepy.”
He snorts softly at this, reaching to stroke your face. “Oh, really? I could never tell.”
His sarcasm is always soft, never biting, unless he’s angry about something. With you, though, he has little cause to ever be vexed. Well, perhaps when you take much too long deciding on food, or where to go in order to get it in the first place. For a man whose whole life is steeped in bullets and bloodshed, Nestor is remarkably calm and controlled. He has to be, you suppose.  
“I believe the technical term is dick drunk.” Your words have him laughing quietly in an instant.
“That doesn’t sound very technical to me.” The proud smirk that lights up his face has enough wattage behind it to power an entire city. “I’ll take it, though.”  
“Well, why break the habit of a lifetime?” He frowns, pinching you. “Nes, no!”
“You know your sass won’t be tolerated, young lady.” Oh yes, how right he is. “Besides, you’ve only known me a few months. Give it time before you make such sweeping statements.”
You scoff, poking him in the chest. “Oh, I need more than four months, do I, to attest that you soak up compliments like a sponge without even a hint of modesty?”
“You just let me fuck your mouth until I came all over your face, and you’re mentioning modesty?” He snort laughs, shaking his head, rooting a finger into one of his braids and scratching his head.  
“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, waving your hand at his comment, sitting up a little. “Whatever.”  
“You’re cute, you know that?”
You beam, watching as he continues to scratch. “I try.” A moment of pause follows, your fingers curling around one of his braids, giving it a gentle shake. “You should just unbraid your hair if your head itches. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair loose, either. How long is it?”
“Long!” he exclaims with a soft snort. “You can unravel ‘em if you like?”
You like.  
Shifting up, you push his back gently, encouraging him to move and seat himself between your legs, Nestor stroking your calves as you unfasten the first one, placing the band down on the nightstand, your fingers unhooking each careful link. He's better at doing his hair than you are yours, you think, knowing that your own endeavours in attempting French braids were not executed quite as neatly. You work up to his scalp, the hair coming loose in your hands, a mountain of black waves becoming free, repeating the same on the other side.  
“Oh wow,” you exclaim softly, letting the curls tumble through your fingers. “You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever encountered. Shit, what’s your conditioner bill like every month?”
He raises his eyebrows, leaning back against you. “Enough for me to consider buying shares in Aussie.” You knew you recognised the scent somewhere.  
“You should wear it down more often,” you comment, Nestor shaking his head.  
“Nah, it gets in the way.”
“Of what?”
He turns, pushing your legs wider apart, kissing you between your breasts. “Lots of things. One in particular.”  
Half an hour later, and you’re left wondering why he’d think that, as clutching handfuls of his beautiful mane while he goes down on you, from your perspective at least, is only an added bonus to anything sexual, rather than the hindrance he alluded it to be.  
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