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Feeding The Flames: Hammer Time

Summary- 1.6k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny has an interest in a new sex position in which you laugh about at first. There is just no way you two can actually pull it off. But Johnny knows better. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​ “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge. NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content

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“Johnny, No.” You stared at disbelief at the video he was showing you. 

“Y/N, Yes… Come on, this is nothing.” Johnny pressed in against you from behind, his arms circled around your waist while he was teasing your earlobe with playful nips of his teeth. 

Your eyes widened at the video when the couple came together in a rather loud pornographic moans, scoffing. “Look at that girl, she's folded into a pretzel and acting like he is god's gift to women. There is NO way in hell I can fold like that Johnny.” You turned the phone off and set it on the counter. Your boyfriend was crazy if he thought he was gonna try that with you. 

Johnny's hold tightened and twisted you around to face him, giving a slight pout of his lips. “You doubt me Sweetheart? I wouldn't have shown you this if I didn't think we could have some fun with it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him while he let his warm hand ease under your shirt, little tickles of heat following his touch while he rubbed at your hip. You knew this game, his game. Johnny would be so damn persistent when it was something he wanted. So you tried a new tactic, see if you could distract him another way. You licked at your lips and turned your gaze teasing, playful. “You know, I heard that the motocross is in town. What if we went down there this weekend and did some roleplaying. You can be the bad biker boy and I will play the innocent admirer who you can fuck under the bleachers after you do the crazy trick.” You finger walked up his chest, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and arching into him to nibble on his jawline and kiss up to his lips to kiss him dirty, a flick of tongue against his and clashing teeth against his till he fisted his hands in your shirt and ground you in against him. 

Got him… you smirked a bit to yourself before whispering to him. “You do the ‘Flame On’ move during your stunt, I will be sure to go to my knees for you.” Your hand rubbing against the front of his pants and he arched his brows with interest when you dropped back to the flat of your feet, waiting for confirmation. 

“Even that thing I like with your tongue?” He wiggled his brows and you winked, nodding. 

“Twice Baby.” You bit your bottom lip, dragging teeth across it a moment. 

“We can do that… But I still want to try Thor’s Hammer.” And all your hard work came crashing down. 

“You really would want to do something called Thor’s Hammer, wouldn't you Johnny.” You huffed out and he broke out into a grin, tickling his fingers up the back of your neck. 

“Come on Babygirl, you know if anyone could wield that hammer, it would be me.” 

“Mmhm, we will see. When your calling us an ambulance and have to explain it because you bent me into a knot and you strained some muscle trying to hold yourself up while fucking me. Also, your wining me and dining me first.” 

“Of course.” He agreed, sharing another kiss. 

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Johnny was good as his word, he took you out to your favorite restaurant that night, using his celebrity superhero status to get one of the best tables. You two laughed over appetizers, flirted over dinner, and when you two had a drink at the bar before leaving, it turned into mini make out sessions while dragging you back to the car to get you two home.  

Falling into the apartment you two shared, each grabbing at your clothes now and shedding them while crashing against each other, giggling against each others mouths and Johnny backed you into the couch, dropping to his knees and dragging your skirt down to rip it off your legs while you toppled over the arm of the couch with a squeal. “Johnny!” 

Hot mouthed kisses flowed up the inside of your thighs as he pushed them apart with his shoulders. “What? I got you where I want you.” He licked a stripe along your panties and you grabbed at his scalp, trying to press him closer to your core as he bit at it playfully, pulling it away till it wasn’t pressed against your skin. 

“You are still wanting to do that hammertime move?” You whined while draping your legs over his muscled shoulders. 

“Yes, I still want to do Thor’s Hammer.” He flickered a flame against your panties as he was drawing them away, the heat searing you in a flash as your panties turned into nothing but ash he blew away and buried his head in between your thighs to devour your pussy. Rational thought trying to dissuade him disappeared as your head tilted back into the cushion, getting high as fuck on the way he played his tongue between your folds. Johnny never held back when eating you out, long licks, sucks to your clit and folds had you crying his name and arching for him when your orgasm coated his face. Sinking into bliss, you felt Johnny grasp the back of your thighs and stretch your legs back, making you groan at the stretch as you wrapped your hands around the back of your knees. 

“God I hate you for making me try this.” You muttered and Johnny loomed over your view, his palms squeezing your ass cheeks. 

“You love me or else you wouldn't be doing this. Besides, aren't you a bit intrigued at how this will feel.” He pulled away and you could hear him pulling at his clothing to get it removed, and then he was climbing up on the couch to get in position. You snorted as he stretched over you, trying to hide your grin. 

“This is an angle I have never seen you in before. Nice balls.” 

Johnny smirked down at you as he ran his cock through your folds, letting your slick coat his cocks head. “Hope you're enjoying the view because I am.” He stated as he slid home, making your moan lewdly while he stretched you open. His muscles straining to hold himself up, reaching behind him to grasp the back of the couch. “Jesus fuck Y/N.” Your thighs tightened, which just made your muscles squeeze around him, making him groan out once more. “You keep on doing that and you're gonna make me cum before I even move.” 

“Sorry, but what did you expect at this angle?” You let go of the back of your knees and dug your fingers into the couch cushions as he started rocking, pulling out and sinking back down. There was no denying that you felt stuffed with him, angled thrusts hitting you in different spots and obscene noises from your now drenched pussy just add to the loud moans and groans filling the room. 

“It's even better than I thought” Johnny said above you, his hand flexing against his thigh as he used it for leverage, rocking forward to grind himself into your clit, making you cry out his name and grab a hold of his shin while you bounced into to cushions with the impact of his movements. 

“Fucking hell Johnny…” You cried out, your fingers digging in enough to gouge his skin and a familiar knot had you squirming underneath him. 

“You gonna cum baby? All over my cock cause it feels fucking good dowesnt it.” Johnny grunted out and you were shaking your head in a up and down agreement, gasping as it felt like the air was being punched from your lungs. 

“Yes! Oh fuck yes, Im about to.” 

You could feel Johnny warming up inside you, his cock twitching as he to was close as you were, and another slam into you over and over hitting your sweet spot sent you over the edge, your leg shooting out and Johnny yelled out, trying to hang onto his balance while he released his own spend, shaking from his own orgasm. He ended up falling back onto the back of the couch to perch, his own legs quivering from his high and the strain of holding himself in the unnatural position for so long. 

Breathing out, you scooted up the couch to stretch your own aching muscles while he slipped down to stretch over you, leaning on his elbows on each side of your head while grinning down at you. “So… was it as bad as you thought? You seem pretty fine to me.” 

Your hands roamed up and down his back as you pulled him down to lay against you, his head tilting to nib on your neck while you arched a bit under him, humming in post orgasm bliss. 

“Okay… it isn't so bad.” You clenched your fingers into his back muscles that you felt rippling under your palms. “But can you just pound me into the couch like this now? I ache and don’t feel like trying to put too much effort into getting off.” 

Johnny laughed deeply, rocking his hips against yours while licking against your neck and kissing your sweet spot against your pulse. 

“Would you be comfier in bed Baby?” He nuzzled against you and you whined out. 

“Yes please.” 

“Okay, come on.” He scooped an arm under you and you wrapped your legs and arms around him, snickering against his neck as he carried you to bed. “That cant really have work you out?” He teased and you lifted your head to catch his mouth, shifting to slide your hands against his face and moan into the kiss, rubbing your body against his as he kicked open the door. 

“Fuck no Johnny, we’re just getting started.” 

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[wiypt-writes]

Soft Landing

One Shot

Summary: Vacation get-aways don’t always let you escape the past, but maybe you can help bring Andy back to the present. Just be careful not to pick up too many bumps and bruises along the way… Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Angst, language!

A/N: So this is another entry for @imanuglywombat​ ‘s  “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “Louise”. See here for more information. This is my first time writing for Andy, and it appears I can’t even do a single smutty one shot for Lawyer daddy without inserting a fuck tonne of angst so…sorry!!!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this story bar the reader and other mentioned OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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 You stirred in your bed, turning over and reaching out for your husband only to be met empty space, your fingers grasping at the cool sheets. Blinking, you propped yourself up on your forearms, squinting as your eyes grew accustomed to the low light in the hotel bedroom before you sat up, stretched a little and swung your legs out of bed.

You made your way out of the bedroom, poking your head into the next room down and, satisfied everything in there was as it should be, you made your way through to the living area of the suite and glanced around, spotting that the curtains covering the door leading to the balcony were blowing a little in the soft breeze.

You padded over to the door, pulled back the curtains a little more and you could just make out Andy’s frame, his broad, bare shoulders silhouetted against the early morning sun. Shoulders which carried a much heavier burden than when you had met almost six years previously.

You had been fresh out of law school back then, and he was not-so-fresh out of a break up with his wife. Neither of you had been looking for anything, but as is always the case, you always find the best things when you’re not searching.

Simply put, Andy Barber had swept you off your feet.

At almost 10 years his junior, the comments at first had been unkind but not unexpected. You’d been labelled “the rebound”, his “early midlife crisis”, a “convenient way to keep his dick warm whilst he got over Laurie.” But talk is cheap, as you had both proven when three years to the date you’d met he got down on one knee and you became relabelled his fiancée.

A year post that you relabelled again as his wife. And some twenty one months ago you’d relabelled once more as the mother of his child. A daughter he claimed looked just like you.

Ironically, you’d actually fallen pregnant on the last vacation you had taken. A family getaway to Mexico following Jacob’s acquittal when you’d all wrongly assumed the horrific dream was over, and you could finally wake up and get on with your lives.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

In some sick twist of fate, you’d discovered you were pregnant the day of the accident that had claimed Jacob’s life, and later that of Laurie’s. The elation you and Andy had felt at the fact you were going to be parents together had been wrenched away from you in a single phone call from the police, and once more that shroud of dark despair had descended on your life turning the dream into a nightmare once more.

And for Andy the nightmares still continued, some two years post Jacob’s death and you knew without even seeing his face that was what had woken him and why he was now sat on the balcony of your stunning ocean view hotel suite in Cascais, Portugal instead of being in bed besides you.

“Hey.” You spoke softly as you slid the door open and he turned to look at you, his eyes carrying the familiar warmth that they always held for you, as you stepped into the balcony, taking care to leave the door open a crack just in case your daughter woke.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He gave you a smile as you approached the sun-lounger he was perched on, facing out over the Atlantic, the first glimmer of the mid-June sun peeking over the horizon. “I didn’t wake you or Lia did I?”

Lia, or Halia to use her full name. Chosen by you and Andy for its meaning. A Hawaiian name for remembrance of a loved one. In this case the brother she would never meet.

“No, I checked in on her. She’s flat out.” You assured him, as he moved his legs, dropping them either side of the lounger allowing you to sit in between them, cross legged as you faced him. You studied him for a moment, cocking your head to one side as he gave you a gentle smile. “Get out of there, Bubs.” You gently reached up, tapping the side of his temple and he took a deep breath, his hand curling round yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Sorry, just got caught in a memory.” He offered as explanation. And to be fair, you didn’t need him to clarify any further. You knew, you always knew.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” He swallowed, so you didn’t press further. You respected his wishes, just like he did to yours.

“Do you want a hug?” You offered instead, and he gave a soft smile, opening his arms. You shifted onto your knees, scooting forwards a little, wrapping your arms around him as he pressed his face into your neck, taking a deep breath as your hand ran through his soft hair and down his neck in gentle, sweeping arcs. You sat in silence for a moment, the lapping of the waves against the shore the only noise you could hear as you held him close, feeling him nuzzle further into you.

“Thank you.” He mumbled against your skin and you pulled back a little, sitting back on your heels as you looked at him

“What for?”

“Everything.” He shrugged, his hand reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes soft as he studied your face for a moment, his gaze flicking to your lips before it went further down and he arched an eyebrow. “And for wearing that.”

You chuckled a little as you glanced down at the pale blue silk slip, one of the thin straps had slipped down your shoulder slightly, your nipples pebbled against the thin fabric. “Well, someone bought it for me.” You looked back at him, smiling as you tugged your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Yeah?” Andy’s eyes moved back to yours. “Anyone I know?”

“No, just someone very special to me.” You leaned forwards to press your lips to his.

“He’s a lucky man.” Andy whispered against your mouth

“I’m the lucky one.” You mumbled back. “And, whilst we’re on the subject, I would also like to thank you for what you’re wearing.” You grinned, your hands flat on his chest, smoothing down a little before they trailed back upwards, curling over his strong shoulders.

“I’m not.”

“Exactly.” You smirked, kissing him softly again.

Eventually the teasing pecks flowed into something much stronger, Andy’s arms curling round you, pulling you closer, domineering swipes of his tongue against yours set every single nerve in your body on edge. Your hand moved back down his chest, tracing his soft abs before you palmed his growing bulge through the sleep pants he was wearing, causing him to grunt a little.

Without a word, one of his hands trailed up the outside of your thigh, the other making its way along the inside of your opposite knee and you shifted a little, parting your legs, as his fingers delicately danced upwards to where you wanted him the most. When they softly parted your intimate lips he gave a little groan as he realised you were wearing no panties, and you swallowed as his fingers swirled in your slick, the pad of his thumb grazing your nub ever so gently.

“Always so ready for me.” He hummed.

“Yeah, it’s a curse.” You whispered back, as his spare hand slid the other strap of your slip down, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder as he pulled the front of the garment down, freeing your breasts. As he kissed his way along the swell of your cleavage, his tongue softly teased each taught nipple and your whimper caught in your throat, emerging as nothing but a soft squeak of delight. You felt his mouth curl up into a smile against your skin and you gently wrapped your hand around his wrist, halting his teasing fingers.

“Andy, I want you.” You whispered, your head falling back as you rocked your hips forwards against his hand as you held it in place. “Please.”

Andy didn’t reply, but with a grace unbefitting a man of his stature, he moved, kneeling up as he pulled his sleep pants down, his gorgeous cock springing free and slapping gently against the thin strip of hair that led down from his belly button. He drew his knees apart slightly as his hands grabbed your hips and he hauled you towards him, his lips pressing back to yours.

You positioned yourself over him, your knees hugging his torso as you lowered yourself down, both of you giving a groan as you took him in. Your feet remained by his knees, one hand sliding round his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other gripping at his forearm.

Andy rolled his hips upwards as you pressed your forehead to his, noses bumping together as he moved you gently, his rhythm slow and needy from the off. Large hands slid along your thighs, gently palming your ass before they slid up the back of your silk slip, coming to rest tenderly on your spine, holding you close. As he rocked upwards, you let your head fall back slowly and let out a soft sigh of delight as his lips caressed your throat, barely there kisses moved down your neck, that beard you loved so much scratching your skin as he went. Your grip on his arm and neck tightened a little, your nails softly grazing the nape of his neck as he once more lavished affection on your chest, and this time it was his turn to let out a soft groan into your skin. He loved when you touched him there, you’d often made a joke about how if he was a cat it would make him purr.

His mouth moved upwards again, tongue dipping into the hollow of your throat, tracing a path up to your jaw before his lips caught yours again, the kiss deep and needy, like he was at that moment. Your tongues danced lazily together, matching the slow, steady roll and rocking motion your hips were making. With a low grunt, Andy broke away, pulling back a little, his nose nudging your chin as he placed a soft kiss once more to your neck, his rhythm never changing as his hands pulled you even closer, pressing your chest into his.

“Baby, look at me.” His voice was a whisper, and it was a request not a demand, but a request you were more than happy to meet. Your eyes locked onto those deep, ocean blues which were blown with love and lust and you simply held his gaze as he continued to rock up into you, stroking that spot inside that drove you wild.

You could feel the burning, deep in the pit of your stomach, and your hips started to move a little more as you ground down against him, desperate for the friction against your clit and you let out a little cry as you found it, Andy bucking up a little deeper and faster, reading your body language perfectly, just like he always could.

Moving your hands, you cupped his face, the pads of your fingers tangling in his beard as he closed his eyes, those ridiculously long eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks and you pushed down again, rotating your hips, watching with satisfaction as he tipped his head back, a groan flowing freely from his lips, the softly whispered “don’t stop” barely audible, his voice was that deep.

Seeing him so suppliant was something you would never get tired of, because you loved this beautiful, wonderful man with everything you had. You’d both been through so much, yet still made it through the other side as strong as ever, the ultimate sign of your love sleeping in the room inside as you gave yourselves to one another whilst the dawn continued to break over the ocean, tendrils of light purples, oranges and yellow snaring around the pair of you, enveloping you in their warmth, heating the very depth of your souls.

“I love you.” You pulled his face back to yours, kissing him once more, your lips resting against his as you told him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, so fahkin’ much.” His Boston twang grew more pronounced as did the movements of his hips, his rolls turning into thrusts as you met him movement for movement, pushing down, rocking yourself against him. The burn you had been feeling was now boiling hot as it bubbled to the surface, and you knew that any moment now you were going to erupt into flames.

“Fuck, Andy, I need…”

“Take it, Honey, it’s all yours…” He surged upwards, his hands flat against your back, pulling you to him as you kissed him deeply, before you’re head tipped back as the world around you tilted on its axis, your stomach tightening as you clenched down around him, your release crashing over you like the waves on the shore below. Your entire body went rigid, his name on your lips became nothing but a choked, strangled moan as he continued to rut up into you, his face pressing into your neck as he chased his own bliss.

"Fuck, Sweetheart..." Andy growled as with one final thrust upwards, his body stiffened and he spilled himself inside you, his cock twitching as the aftershocks of your orgasm kept your walls clamping down on him. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut and his jaw clenched before he relaxed a little, chest sagging as his arms clutched you to him, as if he never wanted to let you go.

Which, if he didn't, that was perfectly fine by you.

You leaned forward gently, sliding your nose along his, your lips brushing together as he gave a soft smile. With a satisfied sigh he leaned back, taking you with him as he made to settle you down against the back of the lounger you were laying on. Only he didn't stop, he kept going, his eyes flying open with surprise as the back of the lounger collapsed and you were suddenly pitched forward as the other end tipped up sending Andy crashing backwards onto the balcony with a loud bang as the metal frame of the lounger hit the sandstone tiled surface, you still clutched securely to his chest.

There was a pause as the pair of you looked at each other in surprise before Andy's head fell back and he gave a huge bellow of laughter and you hastily clamped your hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise, trying to supress your own giggles. One of Andy's hand's moved from your back as you sat up a little, legs still straddling his waist, his softening cock still stuffed deep inside you. He curled his fingers around the wrist of the hand you had pressed over his mouth and he pulled it away, pressing a kiss to your palm,  his beard twitching as he continued to chuckle softly, his eyes crinkled at the corner.

"You okay?" He asked, his lips curling up into a smile and you nodded, running your hands through his hair as his fell to your hips.

“Yeah, I had a soft landing.” You teased, causing him to snort out another laugh. "All these years and you can still make the Earth move for me, Barber."

"Well, I aim to please." he quipped as you leaned down to press your lips to his.

"Is everything alright?" You head a voice say which stopped you mid kiss. Your eyes flew open, as did Andy's and the pair of you looked at one another, as Andy started to laugh again.

"Yeah, fine, just a little...mishap with the sun lounger." You called over to where the voice had come from, the next room down to yours.

"But thank you for asking." Andy added, polite as always.

"No problem!" The male voice shot back, before you heard the sliding of a door and the click of a lock as it shut.

"Reminds me of that time at my parents when we broke my old bed." You giggled and Andy snorted, his hands smoothing over your thighs.

"In my defence, that thing was almost as old as me.”

"Well that's a load of shit." You grinned, looking down at him, your hands sliding through his rumpled, fluffy hair. "I only got it when I was eighteen, and given that you're ten years older than me that would mean-"

"Yeah, okay, shut up." He mumbled as his hand reached round the back of your neck, pulling you back down to him.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

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Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Words: Guessing cuz I’m on mobile again, 1.5k?

Summary: Andy has a new job and needs you to save him from forced camaraderie.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), alcohol consumption by adults of appropriate age, Neal Logiudice (cuz fuck this guy), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Another one from the WIP folder that is specifically for @imanuglywombat’s “Is that even a sex position?” challenge, week three. I figured a nice soft position would be perfect for our favorite floofy lawyer boi. Please check out the other great fics this challenge has given us and enjoy!

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It had been a slow night at the bar, so your staff practically insisted on sending you home early, Jesse shoving out the door as you protested feebly.

“Take a night off, boss.” He grumbled amicably as he ushered you towards your car, handing you your coat and bag as a light snow started to fall. “Maybe go snuggle with that boyfriend of yours that’s always hanging around. Where is he tonight anyway?”

“There was a new faculty mixer.” You said with an eye roll. “You’re sure you’ll be fine, Jess?”

“We’re always fine.” He said dismissively with a wave of his hand as you climbed into your vehicle.

You texted Andy as you started your car to see where he was and he practically begged you to come meet him at the party, whining about how sinfully boring law professors were. You got the address from him and headed out, arriving in the posh Newton neighborhood in a little under 30 minutes.

There were a few partygoers hanging around outside, and you cursed to yourself when you saw them wearing cocktail attire. Leave it to Andy to forget to mention a dress code. Thank god your dry cleaning was in the back.

You tried to find something relatively conservative and settled on a simple satin sheath that was probably a little shorter than was appropriate but it’s not like you had a lot of options. You started to awkwardly disrobe in your front seat, shimmying out of your jeans and pulling your sweater over your head. A surprising knock on the window made you yelp while you were bent over the console with the back of your dress unzipped to grab your emergency heels.

“Ma’am, we’ve gotten some reports of an extremely attractive woman getting naked in a 2003 Acura, any chance that’s you.” A gravelly voice said behind a blinding flashlight.

You growled and opened your driver’s side door into Andy, almost making him drop his phone in the street. He let out a chuckle at your scowl as you stepped out of the car and straightened up, starting to pull the zipper of your dress up your back.

“I would’ve changed at the bar if you let me know this was a cocktail party asshole.” You snarled at him, turning to let him help you draw the zipper up the last few inches.

“Or, you would’ve gone back to your apartment to try to find something else to wear, and I would’ve been stuck listening to professor McDrones-A-lot talk about torts for god knows how long.”

“Aww, are your new coworkers boring, babe?” You teased him as he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you inside.

“God, they’re so fucking boring.” He murmured into your hair before turning to introduce you to some ancient man with elbow patches. “Professor Donaldson, this is Y/N.” He said, throwing you a wink. “She was just telling me how interested she is in tort reform.”

“Splendid! Are you a lawyer my dear?”

You shook your head and did your best to listen politely as you glared at Andy over the old man’s shoulder. He gave you a stupid grin before heading to the bar to grab the two of you some drinks.

“What the fuck are you doing here, sweetheart?”

You cursed under your breath and turned to glare at Neal Logiudice, the absolute last person you wanted to see.

“Hello Neal.” You grumbled.

“Get out of here, Wally.” He said, dismissing the professor he had very rudely interrupted. “Go find some other asshole to bother.”

The old man just huffed and gave you a sympathetic pat on the arm as he hobbled away.

“That was rude.” You said, your eyes roaming the room in search of Andy. You didn’t feel like dealing with Neal’s bullshit tonight. “Why are you here Neal? I thought this was a faculty only event.”

“Alumni are invited too. And you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” He growled, stepping closer and invading your bubble. “Cuz you’re definitely not alumni or faculty. You work your way through all the lawyer dick at your bar and come looking for more?”

“Lovely.” You said dryly, frowning at the smell of whiskey that enveloped the man. “You’re drunk.”

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder and turned your head just enough to see Andy scowling behnd you. He slotted himself beside you and wrapped his arm around you in a protective embrace as he and Neal stared each other down.

“Logiudice.” He said menacingly, and you rolled your eyes as the levels of testosterone in the room shot up suddenly.

“Barber.” The giant said with a sneer. “I see you’ve moved on to the leftover dregs of the Newton law community. I hear that pussy’s had every defense attorney cock in town.”

Andy let out an absolutely feral growl and you just managed to hold him back as you glared at Neal.

“Jesus, Neal. Glad to see you’re not bitter.” You said with little humor as your arm strained against Andy’s chest.

“No bitterness here, sweetheart. Just waiting for you to work your way to me.” He leered at you, giving you a lascivious wink.

You let out a sigh as you started to shove Andy away from the idiot, grateful for all your experience manhandling drunks as he fought against you every step of the way.

“He’s not worth it, baby.” You murmured once you had achieved a good amount of distance, your hands smoothing his jacket over his chest in a soothing gesture as Neal let out a guffaw behind you.

“I dunno, I kinda feel like punching him in the face is definitely worth it, sweetheart.” Andy said as he took some deep breaths and turned his gaze back to you.

“Maybe not at your first event for your new job though.” You teased him, tugging softly on his beard and making him grin at you. “Where’s my fucking drink?”

“Shit, I got distracted. I’ll be right back.” He said apologetically, starting to turn away from you.

“Oh no, you are not leaving me by myself again. All I need is to get cornered by some crazy professor who wants to tell me all about bird law.” You said as you tagged after him, the two of you weaving your way through the partygoers as you made your way to the bar.

“What the fuck is ‘bird law’?” He beamed at you after ordering your drinks, leaning against the bar and cocking one eyebrow at you.

“Jesus, I think you might be too classy for me, Barber.” You teased. “We’ve gotta work on your pop culture references.”

The two of you managed to have a relatively pleasant evening, even though you had no idea what anyone was talking about most of the time. But you loved watching how relaxed Andy was around you, and how passionate he got whenever he started to debate with one of his new colleagues. He was in the middle of a particularly heated discussion about the evolution of laws regarding sovereign immunity when he noticed you gazing at him, and his face broke out in a grin.

“You’ll have to excuse me, guys, I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten and I worry I’ve been neglecting my date. Let’s continue this on Monday?”

He made his way through the party, saying some quick goodbyes as his hand rested on your lower back. You let out a soft moan when you reached the foyer and he pressed you into the wall, his lips brushing against yours before he broke away to find his coat.

He returned after a few minutes and wrapped his arms around your waist, his mouth moving against yours hungrily as he guided you out the door.

“Jesus, Andy!” You whined when he lifted you slightly as the two of you made your way to his Range Rover. You bent your knees so your toes wouldn’t drag along the pavement.

“I dunno what you expected when you were looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He teased as he wrapped one arm around you tightly and brought his other hand to fumble through his coat pockets in search of his keys.

“I couldn’t help it.” You murmured in his ear as he pressed you against the driver’s side door, working to open the door to the back seat. “All that law talk does things to me.”

“Yeah?” He muttered around a grin, finally getting the door open and setting you down across the back seat. “You didn’t find it boring?”

“Not when it was you, Professor Barber.” You said in a husky voice, winking at him as he climbed on top of you and pulled the door closed behind him.

“Fuck honey.” He growled as he tossed his coat in the front seat before burying his face in your neck. “You’re gonna need to call me professor more often.”

“Mmm, professor.” You hummed as he ran his teeth over your throat before sucking a bruise over your collarbone. “I had some questions about affidavits I was hoping you could help me with.”

He gave a dark chuckle against your chest as his mouth kept moving lower, his lips brushing over the swell of your breasts as his hands moved under your back to unzip your dress. Once he had it open he yanked it off you and tossed it aside, bending over you again to nip at your skin as you dragged his suit jacket off over his shoulders.

“Why do I feel like you just want to hear me say affidavits?” He teased as you drew his tie off and started to work on his shirt buttons. He wrapped your thighs around his hips and ground himself into you, making you whimper as a fresh rush of arousal flooded your panties.

“Fuck, say more lawyer words, professor.” You whined as he drew the straps of your bra down your shoulders, drawing your breasts out of the soft lace and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Amicus brief.” He teased as his tongue laved over your nipple and you felt your pussy clench around nothing.

He moved to give your other breast the same soft attention as you worked on undoing his belt, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he worked you over. You finally drew his belt off and he sat up to remove his slacks, his lust blown eyes never leaving yours as he dragged his pants and boxer briefs down over his legs, tossing them on top of the rest of his clothes in the front seat as his cock bounced up against his abs, making your mouth fill with saliva at the sight.

You didn’t give him a chance to dive on top of you again, instead climbing into his lap as he knelt there and sucking his lower lip into your mouth. He groaned against your lips as you brought a hand down to wrap around his dick. You dragged his length through the slick that had soaked your thighs before shoving your panties aside and guiding him to your entrance.

Andy let out a deep sigh as you sank onto him, taking his full length in one smooth motion until he was fully seated in you. His tongue pressed between your lips and curved against yours as you wrapped one hand around his neck and the other around his bicep.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, baby.” He muttered against your lips as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace. “So fucking warm and wet for me.”

“Mmm, Andy.” You moaned as you nipped at his lips softly. “I love having you inside me.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He murmured as he started to move a little faster. “You love feeling my big cock in that tight little pussy?”

“Fuck, I need this cock, baby.” You hissed, resting your forehead against his and staring into his eyes. “Nobody fucks me like you do.”

“Shit. You’re squeezing me so good, honey.” He muttered as he ground against you. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Fuck, I’m so close, Andy.” You whined as his hips thrust against you even harder. “God, right there. I’m gonna cum”

“Do it, I wanna see that cream all over my dick.” He buried his face in your neck and gave one last violent push of his hips.

You let out a cry as every muscle in your body went rigid, your fingers digging painfully into his neck and shoulders. Your pussy clenched around him for a beat before fluttering in your release as your torso rolled against his and a wave of intense pleasure washed over you.

“Jesus, baby.” He murmured as you came down, straightening his legs one at a time as he held you to him tightly.

You were still kneeling and the new angle had him hitting you even deeper than before, making stars burst behind your closed eyelids. Andy bent his knees slight behind you and leaned you back to rest against them as he moved his mouth to your breasts, making you whimper as his tongue brushed against your nipple.

“God, I could spend all night like this.” He murmured as he started pulling you down to him over and over, making you devolve into a mewling, whimpering mess. “My face buried in these perfect tits and my cock buried in that perfect pussy.”

You felt yourself clench around him at the praise and dug both hands in the hair at the base of his skull, pressing his mouth to your chest as you arched into him. His cock twitched inside you in response as he let out a deep groan, his hips meeting yours desperately.

“I’m gonna cum again, shit. You close, baby?” You felt him nodding between your breasts as his hips stuttered. “Fuck, I wanna feel it fill me up. I love when your cum inside me.”

“Goddamn it.” He hissed, and that was it for both of you.

Your knees squeezed his hips painfully as you tugged at his hair, a moan coming from deep in your chest as your orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt fluttered uncontrollably as your muscles spasmed around him, milking his cock for everything he could give you. He shouted your name against your chest and dug his fingers into your waist as his spend filled you up, painting your velvety walls in hot ropes that mixed with your own release and seeped over your thighs in a thick mess.

He collapsed back against the seat with a groan, taking you with him as he still held you tightly. You nuzzled into his neck as aftershocks still shook through you, your pussy clenching around his softening cock at random intervals.

“Well, fuck me Professor Barber.” You teased as he buried his face in your hair.

He let out a groan and grinned at you as he brought his face to meet yours, his tongue slipping between your lips as he kissed you deeply.

“God, I fucking love you.” He whispered without thought as his hands ran over your spine. His hands stopped suddenly as he realized what he’d said and his held his breath as he waited for your reply.

You just buried your face in his chest hair and sighed before whispering “Love you too, Andy.”

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Here Comes the Hammer

Pairing: Thor x fem!Reader

Words: 2709

Summary: The team’s teasing leads to you and your Asgardian boyfriend trying an adventurous new position.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, oral sex (F receiving), unprotected vaginal sex in a position that could potentially cause injury if attempted without proper prep), fluffy Thor, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: This is for @imanuglywombat‘s “Is that even a sex position?” weekly challenge, this week being “Thor’s Hammer”, so I figured our favorite Asgardian puppy would be perfect for this! Sort of a continuation of my previous Thor fic, but could def be considered a one shot. 

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You had been working in the lab with Bruce for 3 hours now, making final tweaks to a formula that had been nagging at you for weeks. You were about to run another test when both of your phones went off, indicating someone had put out something in the group chat.

“Anything important?” You asked as Bruce moved to check his phone, since he was closer, continuing to scribble notes on your clipboard.

“Not sure, it looks like Nat sent us a video.” He opened the message and suddenly turned beet red, slamming his phone face down on the table immediately. “No, not important.”

“Shit, what’s wrong?” You asked, worried at his sudden change in demeanor when you heard another ding from your devices.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna take a break.” He said, his voice cracking as he tugged at his collar. He avoided making eye contact with you as he shuffled out of the lab.

“What? Banner! We’re about to run the final test!” You yelled after him as he scurried away. “Alright what the fuck is going on.” You grumbled as you moved to pick up your phone, hissing between your teeth as you opened the attachment. “Son of a bitch, Romanoff!!” You bellowed as you tore out of the lab.

You stormed through the compound, fully prepared to beat the shit out of your friend once you found her. Sam and Steve saw you first and quickly moved out of your way, Sam trying to suppress his laughter while Steve avoided eye contact with you, a flush creeping over his neck as he spluttered. You just flipped the two of them off as you strode past them, sending Sam into hysterics.

“Hey there, Y/N. Did you happen to see that video Nat sent out earlier?” Tony asked you innocently as you thundered into the commissary, seething.

“Where the fuck is she, Tony? I’m going to murder her.” You growled at him, your unsuccessful search making you even more angry.

“She and Clint headed out on an op this morning, why is something wrong?” He was giving you that stupid shit-eating grin that you just wanted to slap off his smug face.

“Good morning, Stark! Y/N, my love, I was so distressed when I woke to find you missing from our bed!” Thor bent down to give you a deep kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before pressing between and tangling with yours. You had to put a hand on his chest and push him away after a minute so you could catch your breath, your brain needing a second to reset. “Also, I ran into Banner, he seemed rather upset when I tried to speak to him, and I’ve noticed people acting strangely whenever I approach them.”  Maria walked into the kitchen then but immediately turned around and left when she saw you, giggling. “See? Just like that.”

You rolled your head to glare at Tony, whose grin had now spread so wide it was bordering on Cheshire cat territory. He put up his hands and started backing away as you narrowed your eyes and growled at him. “I’ll let you two talk.”

“Has something happened?” Thor was looking at you with concern as he cupped your cheek, bringing your face around so he could gaze into your eyes.

You felt yourself relax as you looked back at him. He was so considerate and sweet and when he looked at you like this you could just melt. Damn him.

“Thor, sweetie.” You searched for the words to explain exactly what had set you off and made every interaction the two of you were going to have with the team in the future extremely awkward. “Hmm, y’know how different sex positions have names, and how some of them could probably be considered funny?”

“Yes, you Midgardians are wonderfully inventive. I do admire your wit.” He grinned at you.

“Right, well… shit. Fuck it, I’m just going to show you.” You pulled your phone out of your coat pocket and opened the group chat with a sigh. Curse the man for not being able to figure out smart phones. There were significantly more responses to the video now, mostly laughing faces and reaction GIFs. God, you hated your friends sometimes.

This you, Y/N? Natasha had provided as a caption.

Thor watched the video with intense interest as it played, eyes glued to the screen. It opened with the words “Thor’s Hammer” scrolling across the screen before opening to a woman bent almost in half on a couch as her partner towered over her, fucking her brutally as she screamed in pleasure.

“She seemed to enjoy herself.” He said as the video ended, brows furrowed as he considered things. “Natasha’s joke is that you’re the woman in the video? Because the sex position is called ‘Thor’s Hammer’, and you’re sleeping with me, and I’m Thor?”

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. Sometimes you had to explain these types of jokes to him and a certain amount of humor was lost in translation. You poured the two of you some tea and handed him his before leaning back on the counter and taking a deep breath.

“And you’re angry because Natasha made a sex joke at your expense?”

“Kind of.” You frowned as you considered what exactly had set you off about the video. “I guess it was more the surprise of it. And the fact that she sent it to all of our friends, some of whom have very old-fashioned ideas about this sort of thing.” You said, considering poor Steve.

“Ah, yes, the Captain.” He said with a wry smirk before gulping down the rest of his tea and putting the mug in the dishwasher. “I think I know how to get back at her.” He said as he lifted your phone again, starting to type something.

“No, honey, what’re you doing?” You reached for your phone, but he danced away from you, chuckling as he kept the device just out of your reach. “Thor.”

“Gods, how can you type anything with this tiny little keyboard?” He complained as he continued playing his game of keep away. He was now typing one handed as lifted the phone over his head, doing his best to hold you back with his other arm. He’d underestimated your persistence though as you climbed on the counter and pounced on his back.

“Aha, sent!” He beamed at you over his shoulder as you tried to shimmy up him like a tree, your legs wrapped around his waist as you reached for your device.

“What did you do?” You hissed as he dropped the phone into your hand. “Thanks for the inspiration, Natasha. Thor. Oh my god!” You groaned, tucking your head into his shoulder. “That took you so long to type!”

“Those buttons are too small!” He chuckled, wrapping his arms behind him to bring you around to his front and pressing his lips to your hair.

Your phone was buzzing in your hand repeatedly in your hand. You took a look at the screen and cursed, damning whoever had told Tony Stark about reaction GIFs. The man was a menace.

Poor Steve wandered into the commissary to see you wound around your Asgardian boyfriend, slightly disheveled after your attempt to get your phone back.

“Oh my god.” He spluttered before backing out of the kitchen, all the blood draining from his face as he avoided making eye contact with you. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, Steve!” You called after him, untangling yourself from Thor as he let out a deep laugh. You tried to catch up to him but when you poked your head out the doorframe, all you got at was him jogging away down the corridor. “That poor prude.” You said, shaking your head as you turned back to Thor, yelping to find him right behind you.

“You ready to try it out, love?” He asked, gazing down at your through lust blown pupils as he pressed you against the doorframe.

“Fuck.” You whined as he buried his face in your neck, brushing his teeth over your jugular before sucking at the hollow behind your ear, and your felt a rush of arousal flood your panties. “Thor, we need to go back to the room.”

“Why? It’s not like we’ve never done it in the commissary before.” He mumbled against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of electricity that you were pretty sure he did on purpose.

“Not at 11 AM!” You gasped as his fingers dug into your hips and pressed you into him, grinding his growing erection against your hip.

“I think maybe you’re the prude.” He teased before lifting you effortlessly and flinging you over his shoulder with a squeal, silencing you with a slap on the ass as he started carrying you back to your room, grinning at each person he passed as you laughed breathlessly.

You groaned as you passed Sam and Rhodes chatting in the hall, the two of them giving you lecherous grins and catcalls as Thor strode past determinedly. Maria gave you a double thumbs up when she saw the two of you, and you returned it with a grin.

You finally reached your apartment and he kicked the door open with a slam, making you jump. He dropped you on the couch and gave you a quick peck on the lips before going to close the door, and you worked on stripping off your clothes. When he turned back to you, you were in only your bra and panties, and he growled as he stalked towards you.

He ripped off his shirt before pouncing on you, burying his face between your breasts as his arms wrapped around you, pressing you to him as he sucked soft bruises against your skin, making you whine. His fingers moved to the clasps of your bra, undoing it quickly and sliding it down your shoulders before tossing it aside. You ran your fingers through his hair as he laved his tongue over one of your nipples, drawing it to a sensitive peak as he palmed your other breast. He moved to do the same with your other bud at the same time he dipped his fingers into your panties, humming against you as his fingers brushed over your slick coated folds.

“Fuck.” You groaned as he slipped a finger inside you, your hands tugging painfully at his hair as he curled it against that sweet spot and you clenched around him.

“I want you ready for me love.” He murmured as he brought his face back up to yours, pressing his lips to yours softly before slipping his tongue into your mouth and curling it against your own. You felt his grin as you whined when he slid a second finger inside you, scissoring them as he stretched your canal and you arched yourself into his hand. He gave you one more quick peck on the lips before leaving a trail of soft kisses down your torso, coming to rest between your thighs and slipping off your panties.

He ran his tongue over your folds as his fingers curled inside you, making you squirm as he kept bypassing your clit, his breath teasing it without ever making content.

“Damnit, Thor!” You cursed him as he brushed his tongue past your tiny bundle of nerves again. It was throbbing with need as he fucked you with his fingers. “Quit being a fucking tease!”

His chest rumbled as he gave a low chuckle, then his lips wrapped around your clit and you saw stars. Your thighs clenched around his head and every muscle in your back seized, arching you off the couch violently as you came against his face. You were white-knuckling the cushions as you rode it out, your muscles vibrating with pleasure as you came down slowly.

Thor stood up once you relaxed your thighs, beaming down at you as he slipped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. You were looking a bit fucked out, but the grin you gave him let him know you were still up for more.

“You ready for the hammer?” He asked you with a lecherous wink.

You giggled hysterically as he yanked you down the couch, hooking his hands under your knees as he climbed above you, one foot resting on the armrest and the other stretched over your torso and slotted under your neck as you brought your knees up to rest against your cheek.

“Thank god I took up yoga huh?” You joked as you schooled your breathing.

He gave you a grin as he slid into you easily, letting out a deep groan as you drew him into you, your cunt clenching and fluttering around him as he slowly sheathed himself in you.

“Fuck.” He hissed, making you whine. Thor almost never cursed and when he did, it did things to you. “You still alright, beautiful?”

“I’m great. Oh my god!” He was fully seated in you now, and his massive cock was hitting you in a spot that was previously undiscovered, lighting you up from the inside. “Jesus, fuck, right there!”

He slipped out of you a bit before slamming home again and you almost blacked out, it felt so good. He began thrusting in earnest and you were having trouble thinking as he dragged himself over that spot with each plunge.

All you could focus on was the feel of him moving inside you, each thrust bringing you closer to what you were sure was going to be the most intense orgasm you had ever had. Your breath was coming in shallow gasps, and you were worried about passing out.

“Gods, you feel amazing.” He whispered as you squeezed your thighs together, tightening yourself around his cock even more. Your pussy was absolutely soaked, a series of lewd squelches filling the room as he thrust into you over and over. You wrapped your hand around his calf, seeking an anchor as he pounded you into the cushions, making it difficult to catch your breath. “You close, love?”

All you could do was whimper as your cunt clamped down on him, your release squirting out of you as you came harder than you ever had. You felt him throbbing inside of you when he let out a moan and suddenly you were flooded with warmth as he shot his cum into you, continuing his thrusts and shoving his seed deep inside you.

Thor pulled out of you gingerly once he was finished, watching you closely for any signs of injury. You just laid there as you came down, your knees on either side of your face which looked exceptionally fucked out, your mouth in a sloppy grin as he looked at you.

“Can you move, sweetheart?” He asked as he moved around the sofa, seriously concerned he might have broken something in you.

“Just a sec.” You groaned before working to unfold yourself, your muscles stiff from being bent in that unnatural position for so long. “Fuck me.”

He knelt next to and pressed his lips to yours, one hand cradling your head as he scooped the other under your knees and picked you up easily, starting to carry you to the bathroom.

“Let’s run a bath for you, love.” He murmured as you tucked your face into his neck blissed out. “Give those muscles a break.”

“Jesus, honey, you’re spoiling me.” You whispered, rolling your eyes at how fucking sweet he was.

“Good.” He murmured against your hair. “I like spoiling you.”

You groaned at that, and he gave you a wink.

The two of you made your way down to the commissary for game night three hours later. You had never felt more relaxed, though your legs were still a bit jelly-like. Nat saw you first and gave a wolf-whistle, quickly joined by the rest of the team, giving you a chorus of jeers and catcalls.

“Hey Friday,” Tony called, “play ‘Here Comes the Hammer.’”

Thor let out a roar of laughter and you just rolled your eyes as the two of you sat down, curling around each other as you prepared for a cutthroat game of mafia.

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Feeding The Flames: Breakfast of Champions

Summary- 1.9k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny opts to sleep in this morning instead of getting up early. You snooze, you lose Storm. But he knows how to compensate for the missed meal. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content

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“Where's Flame Boy?” Ben questioned while entering the kitchen, his heavier footsteps giving him away before hand, so you were expecting him to come up behind you. Flipping the pancake, you shook your head with a roll of your eyes. 

“In bed still… can you believe that he said he would rather sleep in then help me this morning?” You chuckled while plating food before starting another. Susan wasn't far behind, with Richard trailing her with a newspaper tucked under his arm. 

“Johnny was never an early riser.” She shrugged as she started gathering dishes to set the table, Richard unfolding the paper with a sigh. 

“The best time to get anything done is in the morning, but I never could drill that into him.” The man shook his head and Susan passed him while giving him a kiss on top of his head. 

You hid a smile while fussing with the bacon sizzling on the back of the stove. They were terribly wrong about Johnny being an early riser. Why he had risen at like four am just that morning and was a man set on a goal. Kisses to your neck and traveling till he was pressing his face heatedly between your breasts, pressing a knee between your thighs to spread them, his cock heavy between the two of you. 

“Johnny, it's too early.” You had whined but he persisted, warm fingers stroking between your folds while sucking on a nipple. 

“I will be quick.” 

“Liar” you threw your hand down to brush over his buzz cut, grasping the back of his head even though you were protesting.

You got lost in your thoughts, biting your lip as you felt an excited tingle spiral in your lower belly.

Ben though was quick to cut the memories short. “Anything I can do to help Y/N?” he asked while you drifted back to the here and now, scooping out the bacon before it got to crispy. Clicking off the burner, you wink at Ben. 

“Sure do.” You pull open the fridge door and pull out a bag of oranges. “Would you juice the oranges? You are a hell of a lot faster than I am.”

He grabbed a bowl from above your head and took the oranges. “Have it done lickity split Y/N.” 

You gave him an affectionate hug. “And that's why I can always count on your Ben.” 

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Johnny gave a groan as he stirred alone in bed, lifting his head to grab for his phone and check the time. A reasonable hour, ten am, blinked back at him. Johnny reached his hand over to your side of the bed, but already knew it would be cold and empty. You weren't one to just stay in bed often and that was a shame, because he would have made it worth your while. Instead he heard you talking in the adjacent room from the bedroom, sounded like his sister, and Johnny gave in that he probably wasn't going to be able to distract you into coming back to bed now. With a groan, he pushed up to wander into the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

Once he showered and dressed, Johnny followed his nose to the delectable scent of fried bacon and eggs. His hand settled on his stomach which was growling while he went into the kitchen to find you sitting at the table, your college textbooks spread around and wagging a pen in the air while you concentrated on the chapter you were reading, once in a while pausing to write a note down on your pad of paper. 

“Breakfast smells good Y/N.” Johnny started searching the counters and stove top. 

You chuckled while turning a page, nodding. “Mmmhh it was, too bad you missed it.” 

Johnny peeked in the microwave in the last ditch attempt to find himself some of your cooking, which he snapped it shut. “All of it? All gone? Every last bit of it?” He groaned and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. Johnny couldn't help but admire the way your sleep tank stretched over your chest, making him smirk to himself. 

“Every last bit of it. You got some cornflakes up in the cupboard.” 

Johnny snorted at that idea. He was hungry and cereal wasn't going to curb that craving. No, he had something better in mind. Even better then what you had cooked up earlier while he was sleeping. “Fuck cereal.” 

You half ignored Johnny as you started packing some of your books up considering you had to get to class in another hour. “Make some toast then Johnny, I don't know what to tell you. You snooze, you lose Mister.” 

Johnny smirked as he rounded the counter, tilting his head to look at your heart shaped ass as you leaned down to zip up your bag, and his hands clasped against your cheeks, making you squeak while he dug his fingers in a bit. “I can think of something a lot better to have then cereal, toast or anything else in this kitchen today.” He spun you around, hands falling to your hips to perch you on the table, some of your books falling off the edge of the table. Your legs circled around Johnny's hip while your hands rubbed up his tee and you shook your head at him. 

“You sure know how to compliment a girl. Best thing in the kitchen huh?” You wiggled your brows and bit your lip while running a foot up the back of his thigh. 

“Nothing but facts Baby.” he tilted in to claim your lips, starting with a peck of a kiss. “Where is everyone?” 

“Mmhh, Richard and Susan had a lecture at the university and I'm assuming Ben is in his room?” You shrugged and Johnny seemed to calculate the chances of getting caught. 

“Fuck it” He sputtered and surged forward to now place a messy kiss on your lips, forcing you to lay back against the table, clutching at his shoulders. Some of your books were digging into your back, and when he pulled away to drag fingers through the waistband of your shorts. Dragging them down, you kicked your feet. To deny that the idea of being caught was a bit exciting. A hell of a lot exciting. 

“Johnny what if we get caught?” You raised yourself to your elbow to look down your body to where Johnny was kissing the top of your thighs and pulling up a chair underneath him. Palms dragged the back of your thighs to grasp the back of your knees, his mouth hot against the top of your mound. 

“Keep quiet and we won't.” His hands tightened and dragged one leg over his shoulder, running his nose through the tight curls and down to the slit where you could already feel your core tighten just seeing your boyfriend looking up at you like he was ready to feast. “You can do that, right Minx?” A pink tongue escaped from between his lips to tease your outer folds, making your toes curl at the sensation. 

You give a nod, and tilt your head back towards the doorway to make sure no one was coming this way when Johnny flicked his tongue harder to slick between your tempting folds to really taste your juicy cunt. A gasp escaped at the sensation and you could feel Johnny giving a smirk against your thigh where he bit lightly, lifting that one to go over his other shoulder. “Mmh, delicious.” He said teasing as his hands folded around the plump globes of your cheeks and arched you up, your elbows bracing you and the books you had been laid over digging into your back. 

His tongue took sharp laps to collect your juices with a hum of satisfaction, every glance he took up your body showed your tensing at each taste he took, every time his tongue circled around your weeping entrance, giving teasing pokes before sliding up to suck your clit between his lips. The bud swelled, each twirl of the tip of his tongue circled patterns that made your hips rotate to follow, your little mewls just rewarding above him. 

“Fuck, oh fuck Johnny.” You wriggled your hips and he clutched them harder to keep you still. Your feet braced against the back of the chair to arch up higher, which he allowed. Burying his face into your cunt, he kept teasing back and forth, till you felt him spit against your rim, his finger circling your tight entrance. 

“Shit Johnny-” 

His teeth sunk into your ass cheek a moment, making you bite on your bottom lip to quiet yourself. “Gotta keep quiet, remember.” His thumb pushed past the tight rim to the first knuckle as his tongue lapped your entrance, fast hard licks making you clench till he started to fuck you with his tongue, easily stroking your fluttering walls. 

You leaned onto an elbow to loosen your other arm, muffling the cry that was falling from your lips as your hips bucked, Johnny harshly digging his fingers into your globes in an attempt to keep you still. 

Between him teasing your ass, tongue fucking you so efficiently you wanted to cum right then, it was all overwhelming when he sucked on your clit again, this time pulling the swollen bud to lift his head up to look down at you while you were digging your fingers into your cheeks with one hand and trying to clutch at the wooden table underneath you. 

“Flood my face Baby…” He encouraged, his tongue swiping along his shiny pink bottom lip as if he was collecting some decadent cream. His chin, jawline, all glistened from your arousal and you could feel your thighs drenched. His hands arched you just a bit more while you gave him a pleading gaze, high pitched whine confirming that you were ready to cum. 

He dove back in, now a man on a mission, and you resisted the build up for just a few moments, sounds escaping between clenched fingers over your lips, your hand slapping against the table when you finally snapped. 

Much to Johnny's delight, you drenched him just as he wanted. His tongue worked faster as you rocked into his face through your orgasm. Groaning satisfied at how well you coated his tongue, swallowing what he could until you sank back down, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.  

Behind you were heavy echoing footsteps, which made you push up to a sit suddenly. “Oh shit-” Johnny pushed up to a stand, lifting you off the table to grasp your lowered sleep shorts and quickly pulled them up and gave a quick kiss, his eyes sparkling brightly in excitement. 

“Oh look whose ass is finally up.” Ben grunted and Johnny was quick to lift his shirt up to wipe at his lips and chin to hide the evidence of earlier, you turned to finish picking up the books on the table. 

“Ahh, well I woke up to smelling breakfast and guess what, I heard it's all gone.” Johnny leaned down to pick up the books that fell down. “Lucky me though I got a girl that gave me a Special Breakfast, since I missed out earlier.” Johnny grinned widely as Ben rolled his eyes, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge. 

You squeaked a bit, trying to hide your face as you cleared your throat. “I gotta go get dressed for class.” You excused while making your escape, hearing the parting words shared between the two. 

“She spoils you Johnny, I hope you know that.” 

“Fuck Ben, feel free to pulverize me if I ever disagree with that statement.” 

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Sunny Side Up

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right? And for Mike, there’s no better way to start it than by eating his favourite thing, ever.

Pairing: Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Brief mentions of drug addiction- nothing graphic. Language!

A/N: So this was what popped into my head after seeing @imanuglywombat​ post that damned latest Sex Position as part of her downright filthy and wonderful “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “The Special Breakfast”. See here for more information. And you can totally blame @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this one. I wasn’t gonna write it but…yeah, I did. Sorry not sorry.  I’ve tried to make the reader as non-descript and as inclusive as I can but I don’t usually do reader x fics so I apologise if it hasn’t quite hit the mark.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader.  By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Main Masterlist

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“No, that’s not the same, at all.” Mike’s voice drifted up the hallway of you house as you closed the door behind you, shutting out the bitter January wind that has descended over Dover. “Yeah, well they signed up to the terms so....”

You glanced at your watch, it wasn’t even seven-AM yet and he was already on to someone about the current case he was working. But then, that was Mike all over. An addict, only now you were glad to say the only thing flooding his system was adrenaline and passion for his work.

You hung your jacket up on the pegs by the door, unwrapped your woollen scarf from round your neck and placed that over the hook above your jacket and then reached down to unzip you boots, before toeing them off. Your sock clad feet padded down the wooden floor of the hall towards the kitchen and you walked in to see Mike was bent over a file on the island in the middle, already dressed for the office.

“Clause ninety-one, paragraph twenty, sub-bullet two. Yup. We’ll present that to them today, give them chance to respond.” He paused for a moment, his head turning to you, a warm smile spreading across his face as you leaned over for a quick peck before you headed to the fridge for a soda. “Yeah. Okay, no problem, see you about half eight.”

With that he placed the cordless phone down and turned to face you.

“Morning, Baby.” He grinned, before he nodded to the Diet Coke in your hand. “Interesting choice of drink for breakfast.”

“Technically it’s not my breakfast time.” You shrugged back. “More like dinner, I suppose.”

Mike chuckled as he crossed to space towards you, his hands falling to your hips before he bent down and brushed his lips against yours in a hardly there kiss. “Good shift?”

“A heart attack, car accident, two broken legs, couple of flu cases and a shit tonne of idiotic drunks, the finest Delaware has to offer.” You shrugged. “Usual shit.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Dr Y/L/N”

“Lucky for you I do, or we’d have never met.”

“And I’d be dead.”

“Don’t.” You shook your head, swallowing a little. The memory of that night almost eighteen months ago was still raw. If you hadn’t stopped by at Mike’s that evening following an argument the pair of you had earlier in the day, you’d never have found him almost dead from an overdose. It had been a long road to recovery, and whilst nothing was ever proven, Mike and Paul were convinced that it was something to do with the safety needle case they had been working. Despite the fact that there was enough heroin in his system to stop his heart, Mike swore blind to you he hadn’t taken anything but a few lines that night, and there was something about the way he said it that made you believe him. And so did Paul.

The authorities never managed to prove anything, but there was one good thing to come out of it. When you had broken down and told Mike how scared you’d been that he was going to die and that you couldn’t cope anymore with the constant fear that one day he would kill himself for real, it gave Mike the final kick he needed because he didn’t want to lose you.

So he got clean. And this time he did it for good.

It wasn’t easy, for either of you. Once he was medically fit enough, Mike had been placed on a programme at a Rehab Centre, whereby he saw no one bar trained medical specialists and councillors for six weeks. It felt like the longest six weeks of your life but he did it. And when you went to pick him up, you instantly burst into tears at how different he looked, how better he looked, how healthy he looked.

The road to recovery is a long one, paved with temptations, you knew that being a Doctor. And whilst Mike knew and understood his triggers thanks to his programme, those temptations met him everywhere, especially because he knew exactly where and how to get his fix. So the pair of you agreed to take a fresh start. You traded Texas for Delaware, the State you were originally from, and you were beyond proud to be able to honestly state that Mike Weiss had been clean now for eighteen months. Well, apart from alcohol that is. But even that was enjoyed in moderation, and to be honest, you’d rather him sit at home with a glass or two of bourbon each night that sticking fuck knows what into his veins.

You cocked your head to one side as his hands flexed on your hip and he gave you a little side smile. “Sorry. Oh, hey guess who I got a call from?”

“Who?” You asked as he stepped back, grinning.

“The Alligator Farm. Snappy’s got himself a lady friend. They’re gonna send me some photos and stuff.”

You smiled, giving up that beloved alligator had been a hard sell to Mike. “That’s great.”

“Yeah. Oh and Paul was thinking of coming over with the family in the spring. I said they could stay here, I know it’ll be a squeeze but is that okay?”

“Course it is.” You reached up to cup his cheek. “It’ll be lovely to see them again.”

Mike smiled and dropped another kiss to your lips, this one slightly stronger before you pat his chest as he rest his forehead against yours.

“I need to go shower.”

“Want me to come join you?” He asked, eyebrow raised and you smiled.

“As good as that sounds there’s something else I want more.”

“Oh yeah?” He grinned, his eyes flickering down to the buttons on your blouse and you laughed.

“Calm down, Stud. I want pancakes and bacon, I don’t give a shit what time it’s supposed to be for me.”

Mike groaned as you moved away from where you’d been stood with your back to the large, stainless steel fridge and headed out of the room. He watched you go, the gently sway of your hips in your well fitted black pants made his groin twitch. He was half tempted to fuck your demands and go and jump you in the shower whether you wanted him to or not, but he’d seen the flicker your face had given when you’d described how your twelve-hour shift had gone down. Despite your blasé tone, he knew you too well and understood exactly how tired and stressed you were feeling. So, instead, he turned his attention to making breakfast.

Something he prided himself on was his cooking ability. He’d picked it up pretty fast since you’d moved here, he found it was a welcome distraction, so much so you very rarely made meals now, bar when you insisted on doing a roast which he never argued against.  Within fifteen minutes he had a stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs- sunny side up, as you preferred- all laid out on the island and ready for you to help yourself to. He’d just poured you an orange juice when you walked back into the kitchen, hair piled on your head in a messy bun, wrapped in a dressing gown and he was pleased to see you looked relaxed.

“Oh, Mikey, this looks great!” You smiled as he wrapped an arm round you, kissing your head. He watched as you helped yourself to a huge plateful before making your way over to the table and sitting down with a sigh. Mike tucked his tie into his shirt to avoid it dropping into his food and plated himself a helping up before he sat down at the place next to you, cracking his neck slightly. The pair of you chatted about the day ahead, which for you consisted of sleeping until it was time to get up for your next shift, Mike’s contained a meeting with a company who he was currently in the process of negotiating a settlement with on behalf of a client. When you’d finished, Mike made to clear away the dishes but you gently placed your hand on his arm and stood up, insisting on doing it as he’d cooked.

When you returned to the table, Mike pushed his chair back slightly and patted his knee.

“Come ‘ere.” He smiled softly and you grinned, settling yourself on his lap sideways, your arm looping round his shoulder, fingers gently playing with his suspenders. He gave a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your head, happy to simply be close to you for a moment.

“You doing okay?” You asked and he smiled, your words carrying that hidden meaning- ‘Do you want a fix, today?’

“I’m good, Babes.” He pulled back to look at you. “I promise.”

Smiling you gently placed your lips on his in a soft kiss, which soon became heated as Mike’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. He was pleased when you reciprocated, opening your mouth slightly to allow him in. He could taste the sweetness of the syrup on you from your pancakes and, as your tongue gently swirled against his, he let out a little groan from the back of his throat and he felt you smile.

“How long till you have to be in the office?” Your voice was lower than you’d intended, betraying exactly what you had in mind and Mike grinned at you, pulling back a little, as he glanced up at the clock.

“Just over forty-five minutes, why?”

You bit your lip, fingers toying once more with his suspenders which were clipped to the waistband of his light, grey trousers and sat over a maroon shirt, set off with a black tie. “Do I gotta spell it out to you, Weiss?”

“No, I just like hearing you beg.” A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and you gave a snort.

“I do not beg.”

“Really?” He arched an eyebrow and in a swift moment he stood up, causing you to give a shriek of a giggle as he sat you on the table in front of him. “I bet,” he pushed on your shoulders causing you to rest your weight on your elbows as he loomed over you, gently reaching for the tie on your robe, “that I can have you singing my name and begging for more,” his hands made quick work of the knot and pulled it open, before his fingers slid up the front, opening it to leave you bare in front of him, “in less than five minutes flat.”

“Less than five minutes?” You looked up at him, his eyes blown with lust and you smirked. “You’re so full of shit.”

He wasn’t though, you knew full well that you were the one full of shit. Mike had on many an occasion had you crying his name in less time than it took you to sing a verse of the National Anthem, and he knew it as the cocky expression on his face showed.

“Oh, Baby Girl.” He chuckled, bending over, his mouth brushing against that spot on your neck, the bristles of his short beard scratching your skin. “Have you learnt nothing, yet?”

“Only that you’re a cocky little bastard.” You tried to keep your voice level but it didn’t work. Your words came out a shaky whisper as one of his hands gently splayed on your stomach and brushed up your body to your sternum as he peppered hot, opened mouthed kisses across your collar bone, before his lips ghosted up your neck, over your chin and his mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss as his hand palmed at your breast. As he rolled your nipple between his finger and thumb you gave a moan and he smirked against your mouth.

Suddenly, he was gone from over you and you frowned, missing his sudden presence and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see him settling back in the chair by the table.

“Mike, what the-“

You were cut off as he reached over, grabbing your ass and hoisting your pelvis up, pulling you towards him. Before you could register what was going on, your legs were over his shoulders and you just caught a glimpse of his face, as he quirked an eyebrow at you, lips curled upwards in that maddeningly smug bastard grin, before his mouth was trailing up the inside of your thigh.

“Oh, Jesus.” You let out a little groan as he neared the place you now desperately wanted him and he chuckled.

“No, just me.”

“Fuck off you-“ But whatever it was you were going to call him flew from your mind as his tongue licked up your sex, and grazed against your clit, teasing it with quick, hardly there flicks which, you were ashamed to say, had you riled up something feral. His hands palmed at your ass, his fingers curling round the outside of your thighs as he quickened his movements, his mouth expertly devouring you, tongue flicking into your entrance as his lips circled that sensitive nub, giving a suck that made you cry out, your back arching off the table, pushing yourself further onto his face.

Mike let out a chuckle which vibrated exquisitely against you and you gasped again, your hands slapping onto the cool surface of the table, fingernails feeling the grain of the wood as he upped his efforts dramatically, lips and tongue teasing you in a way that was so delectable it was teetering along that fine line between pain and pleasure. His mouth expertly devoured every inch of you, from your inner and outer pussy lips to the depths of your walls, tongue fucking you like you he was starving, despite the breakfast the pair of you had eaten moments ago.

“Fuck, Mike, I need…” Your voice was croaky, the words sounded far off as they bounced around your lust addled brain and once again he chuckled.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah you arrogant sh-oooh fuck!” You cried as he gently nipped your clit. “Shit!”

You were willing yourself to remain grounded, wanting to prove him wrong but you couldn’t. You couldn’t fight the urge you felt to ride over the edge which was building like a fire inside you. When his mouth was over you completely once more, tongue deep, you felt him move one of his hands and his thumb pressed against your clit, before the pressure eased off and his tongue slipped away.

"Okay, okay you win, Mike, please for the love of God!” You groaned and with a final, maddeningly smug chuckle he dove back in, only this time when you felt your orgasm brewing he didn’t stop. One of your hands flew to his hair, pulling lightly on his soft, spiky strands and he gave a growl as you tugged, his efforts doubling once more as his beard scratched against your sensitive pussy and inner thighs. The coil in your belly was tightening, your entire body quivered and with a final flick of his tongue you gave a cry as your orgasm crashed over you. Your toes curled into his back just below his shoulders, your own back arched as your walls clamped down over nothing, the room fading out as everything went silent and the lights erupted in front of your eyes, your entire body feeling like you were floating.

Mike grinned, guiding you through your release before he stood up, pulling you further to the end of the table as he undid the flies on his trousers, freeing his painfully hard erection. The swollen head of his dick gently swirled around your folds before he buried himself inside you, groaning as he felt you fluttering around him in the after throes of your orgasm. You let out a low groan and finally opened your eyes, looking up at him as he pounded into you, fully clothed, those fucking suspenders that drove you wild still looped over his shoulders.  

He slid one, large hand under your back and pulled you up causing you to cry out as he drove deeper into you, his hand on the base of your back pulling you up and towards him as he dipped his head to give you a dirty, sloppy kiss whilst he rolled and thrust into you. Then His lips moved down, nipping at your neck, his breath hot on your ear as your head fell back, a low moan rumbling in his throat.

“God, I love seeing you like this, fucking wrecked all because of me.” His panted words made you groan even more as the heat in your groin was beginning to mount again. “Makes me higher than any fucking drug ever could.”

His thrusts continued, hard, deep, and you felt his dick throbbing inside you as he drove up against your spot, his lips back on yours as he kissed you hard, swallowing the pants and whimpers you were making as you began to teeter on that cliff edge again. With a deep roll of his hips you let out a low wail and came, once more, your core spasmed around him as your entire body tingled, and that was enough for him to follow you. With a powerful thrust he stiffened, a low grunt stuttering from his lips as he pulsed inside of you, his hips growing sloppy before they stopped completely. His chest heaving, he pressed his forehead to yours, the pair of you gasping for breath as you came down from your high.

“Shit, Mike.” You managed to stutter as he grinned, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. “That was…”

“Yeah, I was pretty good.” He chuckled and you slapped his arm as he moved and pulled out of you. You straightened your robe and stood up, wincing as you felt his release trickled down your inner thigh.

“I need another shower.” You grumbled, before you glanced at his crotch, the damp patch where he’d pressed against you was clear as day. “And you should probably change your trousers.”

Mike glanced down before his eyes met you, and he shrugged. “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll go into the office like this and then every time I see it I’ll be reminded exactly what a damned good breakfast I had this morning.”

You blinked before you shook your head, scoffing. “You’re gross.”

He laughed. “You love it, Sweetheart.”

“I love you.” You corrected, your hands sliding up over his shoulders and he smiled, a pure, innocent smile that made him look like a schoolboy before he took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, pulling away, his nose bumping against yours.

“I love you too.” He whispered, his eyes locking onto yours. “Now go, before I decide to play hooky for the day.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Weiss.” You smirked, before with one final quick peck you left the room.

Mike watched you go, before he ran his hands through his hair and turned to glance around the kitchen, his eyes falling to the table he’d just fucked you senseless on.

He should probably clean that before he went to work…

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[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World

Part 1- Disco Down

Intro: It's range day. SWAT vs LAPD Special Crimes branch. You and your finance decide to have a bit of fun with the interdepartmental competition.

Pairing: Paul Diskant x Reader

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: So yeah, I started another series. Bad WIYBUPT. But there aint enough Disco out there so I thought I’d rectify that situation. This is also another entry for @imanuglywombat​ ‘s  “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “Juicy Ass”. See here for more information.

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

It was early in the morning, the first warm rays of the LA sunshine had barely begun warming the pavement when the two of you had started your day. Paul was already pouring you both coffee to go as you met him in the kitchen, dressed in your Swat training tee, utility pants and standard issue uniform boots, hair French braided back. You smirked at the dapper young detective before you, slacks, dress shoes, button down and tie. 

It'd been a gruelling last few weeks for you both. You were working a SWAT case with your unit and Paul was busy working an LAPD Vice officer's homicide. He would trudge in late at night, either from the precinct or more recently from a night out with Vice following some leads. You were always already asleep and he didn't want to wake you. He'd kiss you softly, shower, kiss you again and crawl into bed, hugging you close.

Now, you were both getting ready to head out, finally having slept in the same bed together for the first time in weeks. Given your nature, the two of you were playfully squabbling over the upcoming late afternoon's task, a joint fire arms training session between your unit, LAPD SWAT and Paul's unit. The joint time spent at the range always turned into pool of who'd win and, usually, was too close to call rounding off with each team going head to head in a final duel. 

And things were getting competitive in the Diskant home. 

"If I can make it," Paul grumbled, "we should sweeten the deal."

"You'll make it.” You popped a shoulder. “Paul Diskant doesn't miss a day at the range, nor friendly competition. So, name your terms?" You smirked mischievously over the rim of your mug, watching him adjust his tie. 

"Winner gets a favor." Paul devilishly replied. 

"What kind of favor?" You played along and the look on his face already made your insides squirm as he raised a brow and curled his lips further in his smirk. "Paul!"

"Y/N!" Paul mimicked, cutting the distance between you, big hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing along your shirt. "Baby, it's been days. This Vice case has me pulled away longer than I have been since I was a beat cop."

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, fingers grazing the point where the short hairs of his buzz-cut met his neck. 

“Fine." You kissed him deeply, the taste of coffee on both your tongues but something that was just him too. "We'll call it a bonus." “Bonus...” he nodded. “I can run with that.”

“You couldn’t run a fucking bath, Disco.” "Oh Sweetheart, you're on." The challenge in his voice and mischief in his eyes lit a fire under you. You kissed him again and moved away, a swift smack from his hand to your ass made you yip but you kept walking. 

****

The drive into the station was quiet, you reading over your training schedule for the day and Paul driving. The only sound that filled the vehicle was the sound of him humming along to the radio, thumb tapping along to the beat of the song on his steering wheel, before you heard him let out a loud sigh.  

"I have some stuff to chase down this morning but if nothing pans out, I should be at the range with the rest of my unit."

"Well, then I'll hope it doesn't pan out, just so I can kick your ass with my Glock," you chuckled as he let out a groan.

"Baby, you know, watching you handle that Glock and riffle makes me horny as fuck right? Nothing like a woman that can shoot," Paul admitted. He took your left hand away from the file and pressed his lips to the top of it. He knew why you did it, but he still hated not seeing your diamond flashing on your finger all day. 

"Oh yeah?" You turned your standard issued sunglass covered eyes to him, "is that why you wanted to marry me?" 

Paul chortled, “one reason among the many."

He pulled into the carport and parked in his designated spot. You exited the vehicle and gathered your bag from the popped trunk. 

"See you at the range, don't be late, or I'll have to listen to Rodriguez bitch as she drives me home." You gave him a teasing kiss and slung your bag over your shoulder, walking away. 

"Hey, Y/N?" He called after you. You stopped and turned around to look at him, lifting your sunglasses to the top of your head. "Don’t waste too much energy today, huh? You’re gonna need all the strength you have tonight, Baby."

You chuckled to yourself, "Just show up, we'll talk energy later," you rolled your eyes and walked off, flipping him the bird over your shoulder. 

The scorching sun boiled across the training facility tucked between the hills of the valley, away from the hustle of the city and just far enough out of reach for civilians. Abandoned buildings and, green fields and a simulated neighborhood made up the grand, multi-million dollar facility. You and your team had been at it all morning, moving through the buildings in full tactical gear and safety equipment. Together you cleared buildings, fired upon fake assailants and suspects. You and your partner, Alma Rodriguez, even hit the weights and boxing bags to keep loose after a hand to hand session against Everett and Evans. To keep your trigger fingers hot and ready, you played a round of long range sniper poker, you of course beating the team with a straight flush, bullets hitting their targets dead center. 

It was the last hours of daylight by the time Special Branch showed up and you couldn't help but smirk as you watched Paul set up his gear from across the field. Long gone were his slacks and tie, and now, he was dressed in a tight black tee with the edges of his two bicep tattoos peeking out from the hem, and uniform issue pants and boots, his wrap arounds shielding those beautiful blues you loved getting lost in. 

You smirked as the two of you locked glances, his smile forming across plump lips. A cocky flick of his head was sent in your direction and you laughed, pulling a hundred dollar bill from your pocket and slapping it flat against the table. 

The competition started, pairing SWAT members against Specials, two by two until both your captains were the final two. 

"Shooters on the line," the facility command officer called. Each shooter stepped up, readying their rifles. Your team lined up behind your boss, Paul and his desk buddies watching from their side. "Stand by... Ready..." The whistle sounded and the first shots at their prospective targets were fired. 

Firing judges followed behind each shooter, judging accuracy, safety and protocol. Three rifle shots fired down range and the shooters tossed their weapons to the side, tucking and rolling one roll with their hand on their pistol all while watchful eyes looked on. Your boss didn't roll, but Paul's did and the snickering started from Special Branch. It didn't deter your focus as you watched your boss, Captain Rogers, finish the round. Three shots fired at metal targets, each one going down in accuracy, then a clip reload and three more shots fired at a close range target before the commanding judge asked both men to put their weapons on safe and holster them. He approached each target for accuracy and declared Paul's boss, Captain Wilson, the winner of the round. That brought the two teams to a tie. 

The Detectives cheered and razzed SWAT but both captains settled their groups down. The field judge confirmed the tie in the competition and groans sounded from both teams. 

"I'll tell you what, I'll toss in an extra two hundred bucks to pit Y/L/N against your pick," Rogers held two one hundred dollar bills up, handing them over to the field judge for safe keeping. 

"Alright, I see your two and raise two," Captain Wilson held out his bills, "for Diskant to take that challenge."

"Oooooooh", both teams razzed the real life couple. 

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face as one of Paul’s colleagues piped up that this could back fire spectacularly as would Paul really want to risk pissing off the woman who controlled his sex life.

“That’s exactly why he wants to win,” you jibed back, causing him to roll his eyes and scoff, “because his sex life is on the line if he doesn’t.”

More laughter rang out across the area as Paul merely shrugged, a smile flickering across his face as you heard Rogers speak loudly to Wilson from behind you.

“Between us, two hundred on my girl to blow your man outta the water."

Paul leaned down, to whisper into your ear, a smirk plying on his lips, "something's gonna get blown."

"What was that?" You coyly played. 

“Sure you wanna do this?” He asked, turning to look at you, his brow arched. “I mean you could just forfeit now and save yourself the embarrassment.”

You held his gaze for a moment before you made a show of dragging your eyes down his body, your gaze lingering on his crotch as if you were contemplating his offer, before you raised your head, your tongue poking out from between your lips a little.

“Did you forget to zip up?" You asked. Paul gave a start, his head jerking down to look at his ‘piece’ so to speak, and at that moment the whistle was blown to start.

The first shots were fired, Paul's just seconds behind yours. Tucking behind the mailboxes for your next shot, you nailed your target and moved forward to fire your final rifle round, using a metal barrel as your cover. You laid your riffle to rest, took a few steps, tucked your chin and rolled, planting your feet and rising up to draw your personal firearm. Poised for your next quick shot behind a mock window frame, you fired at the target and moved on, Paul's form in your peripheral, matching you shot for shot. Coming around the frame you fired a walking shot at your next target and then took your place at the final marker, firing away before the expected reload and emptying your clip into the standing paper target with his hostage. 

"Safety on... Holsters." The range judge called after he blew his whistle. You and Paul followed his commands and waited as he examined your individual targets. It was close, you knew it. Paul was an excellent shot. 

You watched as the judge looked over Paul's target first, poking his finger through two holes in the face before moving on to yours. You nailed your target, all three shots hitting the suspect. One dead shot to the center of his head, the other in the chest and the last in the torso. 

"Here's your winner," the judge declared, pointing at your target. 

Cheers began to ring out and you heard Paul groan loudly, turning to you. "You cheated.”

"I guess the favor's on you," You quipped as behind him you saw Captain Rogers holding his hand out, ready to receive the cash prize from Wilson.  

“You still cheated.”

“I did no such thing!” You scoffed.

“You distracted me.” He folded his arms across his chest, a sullen pout on his handsome face.

“Well, you should know better than to take your eye off the target, Disco,” you smirked and he narrowed his eyes playfully. “On second thought, I think I will let Rodriguez take me home. Burgers and beer on you. Don't forget the extra pickles."

He smirked, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, "come on, ride back with me, I'll make it worth your while."

"Erm, unless I'm mistaken you just lost so..." You popped a shoulder, your eyes not leaving his as you began walking backwards away from him. "I'm in charge."

“I want a divorce.” He shot back and you laughed, shaking your head.

“We’re not married yet, hot shot.” You winked.

“Details.” He waved his hand and you snorted, before you turned and jogged to catch up with your colleagues.

*****

As per your instructions, Paul didn’t forget the extra pickles and later that evening the pair of you were sat on the sofa in your comfy clothes, food and beer in hand as you lounged back watching a film on the Television. You stole a glance at your fiancé for a moment, his sharp profile illuminated in the soft light of the lamp to his right. He really was incredibly handsome, and you often wondered daily how the hell you’d gotten so lucky, as he could have had his pick of women, they tended to fall at his feet wherever you went. But he’d chosen you. Not only that, he’d pursued you. It had taken him a good few weeks after you’d both met on a case when he was in Uniform to finally accept his offer of a date. The dates had continued, and six months later you’d moved in together, and a year or so after that, he’d gotten down on one knee in the middle of your apartment and asked you to be his wife.

Which, reminded you of something you’d heard before.

With a smirk you turned your attention back to the film, took another bite of your burger before you spoke, your tone light and airy.

"So... strippers huh?"

Paul hastily swallowed his food and turned to look at you. "What?"

"Nothing, just typical."

"No, what?" He chuckled.

"I just heard one of the guys before commenting about how the wedding is getting closer so the stag do needs planning. The words Vegas and strippers were mentioned. Several times"

"Fucking Adler, man," he shook his head, dropping his empty burger container into the paper bag on the table in front of you.

“So you are going to Vegas, then?” You shoved another fry in your mouth to stop the smirk from spreading at the teasing.

"Uh, yeah," his reply was nonchalant, but he rubbed at his neck in that way he always did when he was a little nervous or uncomfortable. His big tell.

"Right. And there will be strippers?”

“Yes, there PROBABLY will be strippers." He side eyed you a little as he reached for his beer, the faint flush of red visible on the back of his neck as you took the final bite of your food.

“How probably?”

"There MAYBE be a night at the club." He leaned back, bottle in hand.

"Dicks." You gave a dramatic sigh, dropping your now empty food container into the bag with his. You made a show of scrunching down the top of the bag, dropping it to the floor by the side of the sofa, ready to be taken to the trash, before you leaned back, shaking your head.

"What?" he turned to you, beer paused halfway to his mouth.

"Oh, no, I was just saying, at my hen do there will be dicks. Lots of dicks."

“What the fuck?” He spluttered and you shrugged, not looking at him, feigning concentration on the television.

“I can't have strippers too? Tut, tut Disco, that's very old fashioned."

There was a pause, and you waited for his reaction, knowing it could go one of two ways. Out and out petulant protesting, or some sort of childish, half witty come back.

"You know, my dick is by far the most important." He chose the latter.

"You mean you are the most important dick?"

“Yeah.” He conceded. “Hey, least I’m important in some way.”

At that you laughed and moved a little closer to him. He shifted, allowing you to snuggle under his arm, pressing a kiss to your head.

“You know what else is important?” You asked, your hand gently tracing shapes on his white tee.

“What?”

“That you don’t forget that you owe me a favor, Detective Diskant." “That I do.” He agreed, and you felt him nod.

“So, there’s a pile of ironing that needs doing and the bed sheets need changing tomorrow. Can you manage?”

At that he let out a loud guffaw, his chest rumbling against your cheek. "Seriously, Baby?" He glanced down at you as you tipped your head up to look at him. "Absolutely," you winked

“I am at your complete mercy to satisfy you in any way you want... and you ask me to do chores?” He rolled his eyes. “You’re losing your sense of adventure, Sweetheart.” "Oh I have a sense of adventure, but a bet is a bet and we've pulled three doubles between the two of us so shits gotta get done, and you lost, therefore, you... are... my... bitch.” Your words were punctuated by soft jabs to his chest with your index finger and Paul groaned, throwing his head back against the sofa as he scrunched his eyes closed.

“Fuck my life.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You looked at him and he opened his eyes. “Fuck my wife?”

“We’re not married yet.” He smirked, arching an eyebrow at you as he played back your words from earlier.

“Details,” you played along and he laughed as you shifted a little more so your face was level with his. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

With a cheeky grin he leaned over, pressing his lips to yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as the kiss grew deeper, his tongue slowly sliding against yours. You let out a soft moan, shifting a little, your hand cupping his face and then he pulled back. You pouted at the loss of contact and opened your eyes to shoot him a glare, to find him smirking a little.

"Double or nothing, I bet I can make you cum in less than two minutes.”

“Two minutes?” You arched a brow, biting your lip a little as you squirmed at the frankly filthy look in his eyes. “Now?”

“Yup.”

“Bring it on.” You threw down the gauntlet. “But that doesn’t include the time it takes me to get you naked.” He grinned, shifting a little so he was side on, facing you.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “Or the foreplay.”

“Jesus Christ, Paul, just get on with it. You said two minutes. Clock starts the second you start, your challenge not mine. He grabbed your beer bottle and placed it along with his on the table with a bang. “You saying you don’t want me to love on you a little bit before I bang you into next week?” His voice was low as he hovered over you a little, his face inches from yours. "I'm saying I'm fucking desperate, that's what I'm saying."

"Then I won't need two minutes.” He grinned, pressing further into you, causing you to lay back on the sofa.

“God, you’re so full of it.” You narrowed your eyes.

“You’re gonna be full of it soon.” He smirked, his lips pressing to yours. "Stop... Talking... And... Do... It," you demanded between his dizzying, little pecks. His lips curled into a smile against yours as his hands gently trailed up the outside of your smooth thighs, thumbs grazing under the hem of your cut offs. The assault from his lips already soaking you.

It wouldn't take much, you both were fully aware of it. Nearly a week apart or just missing each other had you two desperately seeking release. The question was, who would cave first. He said two minutes and you knew he could hold off until you were good and worked over. His fingers slipped between your denim shorts and he gave a low groan as he felt your damp panties. His kiss grew hungrier and he was quickly on your flies, your shorts were down your leg in a matter of seconds, tossed over the back of the sofa, panties with them. 

He moved to a kneel, one hand gently hooking your right leg up to rest against the back of the couch, knocking the other to the side, your foot falling automatically to the floor, toes pressing onto the soft carpet, leg bent at the knee. You don't even register how fast he moved downwards, and part of you wondered if he lost on purpose. A flat long swipe tasted at your folds.

"Jesus," it felt glorious and your back arched off the sofa in delight. There was a wee bit of scruff causing a tease of friction against your inner thighs and although you weren't timing him, you knew it couldn't have been more than sixty seconds when his tongue dipped into your hole causing you to cry out. 

"Fuck, Paul..."

He gave a little chuckle, mouth vibrating against your nub which he grazed with his teeth. You bit your lip as your insides began to tremble, you were so desperately trying to hold off just to get that last win over him, but it was useless. That rumble had you in the throes of it and you were gone, your legs shaking as you came, your walls clamping around nothing as you gasped, your body shuddering with pleasure.

The smirk and glisten that was evident on his lips as he sat up and caged you in, had you clawing at his shorts. "I win."

"Yeah, okay, you smug little shit,” your voice was breathy as you recovered from your high, your hands pulling at the drawstring in the middle of his abs. “Dare I ask how you want me?”

His baby blues, already dark with desire, flashed and he pressed his lips to yours, his mouth dominating and you could taste yourself on him. You groaned as his hands slid up, cupping your face and he pulled back.

“Hands on the floor, feet on the coffee table, knees bent.”

You blinked, “what?”

“Hands on the floor, feet on the coffee table, knees bent.” He repeated.

Okay, so this was new…

With a final, suspicious look at him as he moved back, you stood, jumping and emitting a little squeak as he slapped your ass as you went. Taking a deep breath you turned, placed your hands on the floor and rested the tops of your feet on the coffee table, your knees bent.

“So you can do as you’re told.” Paul smirked, standing up off the sofa.

“When I want to.” You peeked up at him as best you could to see him sliding his shorts down his legs, stepping out of them before he moved round and threw his leg over your shins. His hands slid up the outside of your thighs, coming to rest on your waist as he pulled you back a little, his erection pressing into your behind as he ground against you, giving a little hiss.

“Fuck, baby you look so good from back here.” He moaned, bending over slightly to press a kiss to your spin and you shivered, your arms wobbling a little and you began to worry just how much of this you could take.

“Paul, seriously, just…”

“Patience.” He cut you off as he gave your ass a soft slap making you emit a noise that was half way between a squeal and a laugh as he positioned himself behind you, and you immediately missed the warmth of his chest where it had been pressed to your back moments ago.

You felt the tip of his dick as it poked at your entrance, and he had no problem slipping inside your already soaked folds. But the angle and the pressure of your body closed off as he slipped inside you set your nerves on fire. You both moaned out together as he slid home, his balls to your clit.

You felt how thick he was against your walls. A little twitch and flutter from his shaft as you both remained still, you silently begging and waiting for him to move. His fingertips gently dug into your hips as he slowly pulled back and moved forward again.

"Fuck, baby, so fucking tight, like this," Paul ground out as he pumped slowly in and out of you. He was taking his time, slow thrusts and long pulls back. In truth, it was agony, but a beautiful torture. And a torture that he continued again, and again, and again. Over and over, in no rush whatsoever, a sharp contrast to where he’d brought you off before on the couch as fast as he could.

Your arms were shaking from baring the position but you wanted more. And as the bubbles of pleasure slowly simmered through your core and deep into your belly, you moaned out your demand. "Harder."

"Oh, fuck," Paul quivered inside you but picked up his pace, his hips slamming into yours, your insides squeezing him tightly as his hands gripped at your hips, blunt nails biting against your skin. With every thrust forward you were jolted, your palms sliding on the rough surface of the rug underneath you, and you curled your fingertips into the deep, cream coloured shag in an attempt to prevent yourself from face planting straight onto the floor.

"Yeah, just like that," you panted, your elbows locking as you pushed yourself up slightly, "oh fuck, Paul!" You could tell by his breathing and how he felt inside you that he was ready to cum but he could always hold off until you had yours. "So close," you managed to pant out, letting him know you weren’t far.

He slowed his pace, bending his body down your spine again, and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, "just," he thrusted, "let", again, "go". 

His words flipped the switch inside your body and you felt yourself going, the blood already rushing to your head from the position you were in, and the pressure was pounding in your ears as you came, hard. "Oh my God!" You cried out as your walls clamped down around him, milking his hot seed to explode inside you. 

"That’s my girl, fuck!" He roared at the feel of you around him, and his hips grew sloppy as he came, grunting, pulling you back onto him as he let go of his thick payload. 

With your chests heaving, bodies stilled, his fingers still around your hips, his thumbs drew lazy circles on your back. You felt his blue gaze on you and you couldn't see it, but you knew he was smirking. 

“Paul.” You managed to swallow, “baby, my arms.”

“Oh, shit, yeah.” He moved gently to pull out of you, curling his arm around your waist in the nick of time as your elbows gave way and the pair of you tumbled rather ungracefully to the rug by the table in a tangle of limbs, your giggles ringing around the room, drowning out the sound of the television.

“You okay?” He asked gently, as you moved so you were lay on your back looking up at him as he lay on his side, propped on his left elbow. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear with his right hand as you nodded, leaning up to kiss him deeply.

“I’m not even gonna ask where you saw or read about that.” You chuckled and he grinned, glancing around the room cheekily before he looked down at you.

“Boys talk, sweetheart.” He shrugged. “But admit it, that was better than making me fold sheets.”

You chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours again, your fingers gently twisting his silver chain between them as you looked at him and arched your eyebrow. “If I admit it will you do it again? Only not tonight, don’t think my arms could take another round.”

Paul let out a laugh which rumbled in his chest and he pressed his lips to yours again. “Maybe we can make a game out of it, see how many other surfaces I can use to I prop your feet on and fuck you from behind.”

You scoffed, slapping at his arm as he grinned down at you cheekily, and you bit your lip.

“I can run with that.” Your hands moved so they slipped round his back, gently tracing shapes over the muscles, making them twitch a little and he sighed as your nails reached that spot on his neck that always turned him to putty in your hands.

“Stop, you know what that does to me.” He looked down at you.

“I do.” You agreed, continuing nonetheless.

“Seriously, you want more?”

“Well, like you said.” Your fingers curled round the nape of his neck, pulling his face down so it was inches from yours. “It’s been a while since we got time together, best make the most of it.”

“Oooh, you’re a bad, bad woman future Mrs Disco…” he smirked, kissing you deeply. “And I’m so down for that.”

****

It was late in the evening, the two of you having carried your sex-capades from the lounge to the bedroom, both of you spent and spooning in the aftermath of bliss when Paul's cell rang out. 

He grumbled and shifted slightly, turning to grab the offending item form the night stand before he answered, "Diskant."

You strained your ears to listen to who was on the other end but it wasn't audible.

"Yeah, okay, got it. I'll call you back," he replied and hung up. Then he quickly made an outgoing call. "Hey, so I just talked to Scribble. Freemont and Coates, or whoever they are, want to meet us." There was a brief pause, "tonight." Another pause and he closed his phone. 

He sighed, turning to you, "I got to go."

"Okay," you sat up, an uneasiness filling your veins. 

"I'll be back," he slipped out of bed, dressing quickly in black jeans, a black button down and hat. He clipped his badge from the nightstand to his belt after slipping into his uniform boots. Then leaned over and gave you a long, deep kiss. "I love you."

"I love you. Come home to me," you kissed him and pulled back, your fingers pressing the medallion of safe keeping against his chest. Paul touched his forehead to yours before he pressed his lips to your own in a soft kiss and headed out. You heard the door click as he left your apartment, and you gave a sigh, settling down into the bed, pulling his pillow to your naked chest as you closed your eyes. Whilst you knew that this was the job, hell, you’d done it yourself for long enough, it still never made it easier and for some inexplicable reason, tonight it made you even more twitchy than normal. But, that was more than likely down to the fact you’d managed to enjoy some quality time together tonight, and it had been so good.

Before long you drifted off to sleep, and you had no idea what time it was when the cordless rang, shrilling through the apartment, raising you from your slumber, but as you blinked yourself awake, it was still pitch black outside. 

"Hello," you croaked. 

"Y/N," you recognized the voice immediately, given your own happenings with IA. 

"Captain Biggs," you replied, suddenly fully awake as you sat up in bed, the covers clutched to your chest.

"It's Paul,” his voice was low and serious and instantly you felt a cold, icy dread floor your system from your head to your toes as he passed, taking a breath, “a unit is on its way for you."

***** Part 2

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Feeding The Flames: Wild Ride

Summary- 2.5k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny always had a wild side, needing the rush of speed and adrenaline. You might have a bit of a dangerous streak in you as well. After one of his competitions, he sneaks you back into the Motorsports Arena to give you a hell of a ride. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content, mentions of anal. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

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“You are sure about this Johnny?” You asked as he ducked his head out of the riders changing room, glancing around at the semi darkened arena. His eyes bright with excitement as he took your hand and tugged you along with him. 

“Everyone is gone Y/N, they packed it all up an hour ago.” He assured you as he stepped into the arena, where just a couple hours ago he had raced his course with several other contestants. You had stood then on the sideline cheering your ass off when his score had come across the screen placing him in next week's finals. “Wait right here while I go get my bike.” He pecked an excited kiss to your forehead and you fiddled with your suit he had you put on in the locker room nervously. Johnny twisted on his heels, walking backwards while admiring you, giving a low whistle as he looked you up and down. “I ever tell you how hot you look in that?” 

You arch a disbelieving brow and stuff the helmet on your head that you had carried out under your arm. “Super hot, I think I'm going to wear this on our next date night.” 

“You won't hear no complaints from me if you do.” He quipped back while turning away and racing away to grab his dirt bike. In the quiet of the arena, your eyes roamed over the seats that had been full before, and you started to imagine it full of cheering fans. Even though it made you feel a bit shy, you could see why Johnny loved this so much. Fans screaming and cheering you on after a daring trick, since that was all Johnny ever wanted to do, it would be a rush. Soon the arena was filled with the rev of a motor and the dirt bike spun out from the other end where Johnny had it stored, racing towards you till he spun it in front of you, pausing sideways in front of you. 

“Take you for a ride?” He leaned back enough to leave you room to sit in front of him. You were quick to straddle the vibrating machine between your thighs and wriggled your ass back till you were snug against Johnny's groin, making him rumble in his chest that was pressed against your back. 

The noise of the dirt bike took over as it jerked forward, you two raced towards the towering hills, Johnny was sure to steer next to a small jump, sending you two jumping over it and landing on the other side with  a thump, making you scream excitedly. Johnny pressed further against your back to keep you steady while going over a series of bumps before twisting towards a bigger one. 

Much bigger, your eyes widened at the sight and you braced for impact. Johnny took it gracefully though and when he sent it flying into the air, you screamed this time, adrenaline pumping into your veins and the exhilaration making your heart race against your chest. This time when you two landed with a thump, Johnny pulled it to a stop. You yanked your helmet off and twisted to turn on your seat, facing him while abashedly exclaiming. “Johnny, damn I get it now. WHAT A RUSH.” your hands are sliding up his chest rabidly and your thighs clench against the bike because all that excitement has spiraled through your entire body, including a heated ache in your core. 

It was a rush for him as well, not so much the ride but seeing the way you just exploded from it. Your hair was a bit disheveled from the helmet and your words spilled in a rush like you couldn't get them out enough. Your touch, he could feel the way you grabbed at him to pull him into you, even your hips rocked subtly while your thighs were super tense. He just knew you were wet, aching, wanting, and in this moment he wanted that vital energy you were brimming with as his own. Your eyes snapped to his and your next words were just what he wanted to hear. “Fuck I really need you right now.” It was all he needed, Johnny was fucking hard for you. 

He dug his hands into your ass cheeks and pulled you forward against him on the motorbike, your hands working his helmet off to ditch it in the dirt nearby while grasping his cheeks that were flushed red and sweaty, hair spiked up with helmet hair, and blown pupils from adrenaline. Your heart never was racing so fucking fast or your blood pumping so hard that you could hear the echo in your ears. “Jesus fucking christ Johnny if you don’t fuck me right on this track.” You hissed and grabbed the front of his uniform to yank him into you, lips crashing and teeth biting at each other. 

“Fuck I plan on it.” He snapped right back, his hands working through the zipper at the top part of your suit and yanked it open to palm your tits, nipping at your neck as you breathed out sharply and flung your head back, getting lost in the feeling of Johnny taking over. “Bend you over and fucking destroy that pussy.” He promised and you dragged teeth against your bottom lip with a moan, covering his hands with yours and pressing your own fingers between his to pull at yourself as much as he twisted your nipples, making you whine. 

“Bend me over? Fuck please Johnny.” You squealed out when he licked up your neck to bite back at your lips and yanked his hands away from your breasts. 

“Get off and turn around.” He pushed you back and steadied you with a grasp to your hip as you leveraged yourself off with a swing of your leg and a hold on his shoulders, excited. Twisting around like he had told you, Johnny was right behind you, swinging his legs over the motorbike and caging you in between his thighs, his hands working your body suit off further. The more skin that got exposed, your neck was lashed with his tongue heatedly and down to your shoulders, making you sway at the sensation as your body suit gets pushed down over your hips and down your thighs, reaching behind you to fist your hand in Johnny’s suit at his chest, your step from it, shaking your legs to get rid of it. 

Once you got out of it, Johnny crashed behind you, his palms back to your breasts while sucking his marks into your neck. Push, pull, he kept your captured against his chest, making you wriggle against him, pressing your ass now into his hardness pressing against your cheeks.

“You all wet for me Baby? Cause you have me so fucking hard I could come right in my fucking suit.” 

You smirked, unable to help yourself, you grabbed onto one of his wrist and yanked it down between your thighs, forcing his fingers to rub at your clit while squeezing your thighs together to hold his hand in place. “Am I? Dripping wet and hot Johnny? You tell me.” You moaned while looking over your shoulder at him. 

“Fuck Y/N” He circled harder, faster and kissed you again messily while you panted against his mouth, feeling the coils in your belly start to turn into raging heat. So close, your body was starting to tighten and snap with your coming orgasm, but he ripped his hand away and pushed at your shoulders to snap your forward. 

You yelped in surprise while landing on your palms, bent over just like he said he was gonna. Hands heatedly grasped your cheeks, spreading them while Johnny sucked in air through his teeth at your clenching holes. 

“Fuck, they both look tempting.” His thumb traced around your tight ring and you wriggled your ass. 

“Next time Johnny, I really need you to fuck my pussy right now.” You whined out, and he plunged fingers into your sopping heat to feel you clench harshly around him. 

“Next time? You gonna let me fuck that tight hole?” He sounded excited as his hand tapped against your ass to make it jiggle. 

“Sometime, maybe, we will talk about it. But come on Johnny.” You pushed back into him impatiently and he leaned over while working his suit open to drop it enough to release his cock. As soon as he pulled himself out, you felt his heavy throbbing cock rut between your ass cheeks while he spread his thighs a little more. 

“Lift your foot Y/N.” He steadied your hips and you stretched a leg up, hooking your ankle over the dirt bikes's seat, and he tilted your hips enough to lift your other, his cock pressing between slick folds. Your head dropped a bit as your arms wavered. 

“Don't you dare drop me Storm.” You puffed out and his grasp tightened on your hips while he pushed into you, stretching around his cock which at this angle made you feel stuffed to the brim. 

“You really think I would drop you Baby? I've never dropped you before.” He gave a dirty grind that rubbed his groin into your plumped ass he was holding up as well as his cock splitting you open with every thrust he gave while pumping you back on him. 

You wanted to respond with that one time he did drop you, but his cock rubbed against your velvet walls, squelching noise around him. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as his cocks head pressed against this one spot. 

This one glorious spot that rippled up your spine and tingled through your head till your jaw went slack and you made the most needy noises. “Again Johnny, harder.” 

It was a whole different pleasure, why you so loved doing doggy style with Johnny. The slap of his hips against your ass would jerk you forward, the way Johnny would lose control and whip you back and forth, his grunts mixing with the sharp yelps you gave. “So fucking tight like this, that pussy is just pulling me in.” He grunted above you and you nodded vigorously, trying to keep your arms locked to keep you up. Your tits bounced with every slam he gave you and your muscles just kept spasming. 

“Joh-Johnny, fuck fuck fuck, yes, fuck yes. I'm going to cum.” You squealed and sagged forward a bit till he yanked you back harshly, your toes curled and legs quivered with the coming orgasm, rattling the motorcycle you were using as leverage. “I need it, I need to cum.” 

Johnny flexed his fingers harshly, his shoulders and biceps straining with holding onto you and swinging you back and forth to slap himself into you, he was close to, his balls drawing to tighten while his cock twitched in your greedy pussy. That greedy pussy that he was gonna just gonna fill with his seed, leave it drizzling down your thigh, the thought made him feral. 

As well as sending that white hot heat licking his skin, sweat drizzling down the sides of his temple as he snapped his palm against your ass, roaring out. “Cum for baby, drench my cock cause I'm stuffing you so full.” 

It was enough to make you lose that bit of control you had while he turned sloppy, hips jerking and grinding in behind you, you tilted your head to bite in your upper arm squealing while he fucked you vigorously, his arm loping around your lower stomach and fingers rubbing your clit to make you squirt around him, sobbing into your straining arms while he pumped his seed deep into you and then turned shallow, dragging his swollen cock through your sopping heat that kept clenching to hold him in. But his cock jerked out, cum sweeping through your entrance to flood through your folds and drizzle down your thighs thickly as he continued to shoot cum over your ass. “Fucking Hell.” He growled out as his hand pumped himself, thick ropes drizzling all over you. 

You were panting, about to lose your position when he loomed over you, wrapping his arms around you and groaning in your ear. “Drop your feet, I got you baby.” With relief you did and he tightened his hold to pull you back to a stand, he fell bare ass against the bike's seat and you sagged into his laps, head falling back to his shoulder as you felt the blood rushing in your temples at the sudden change of position. Air burned in your lungs as you took gasping breaths. You could feel Johnny huffing against your neck, his chest pressing against your back just as rapidly as your own chest was moving. His hold slightly loosened to rub his palms up your stomach back to massaging your breasts, making you chuckle at the lazy way he palmed you. 

You let your own slide up his thighs pressed underneath you, giggling once you caught your breath. Johnny lifted his head to look at you with a curious look and you moved to a stand and reach down to pull your suit up, glancing around the arena. “I cant believe I let you flip me upside down and fuck me senseless in the middle of this place. Anyone could have walked in.” You shake your head a bit and Johnny grins now that he knew what was on your mind, tucking his cock away and pulling you in against him. 

“I just came here to ride, if we’re getting caught it's because of you Baby.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and a shake of your head made you scoff as you pressed your lips to his, letting your arms fall around his shoulders so you could playfully tease the back of his neck, nipping at his full bottom lip, so pink and tempting all the time. “Don't you DARE blame it on me Storm. You were just as hot for it as I was.” 

“You got me there.” He winked and let his hands roam to cup your ass, pulling you in to grind against him. “I am never gonna get enough of loving on your sweet body and making you cry my name.” 

You hummed happily and pulled away from him, wriggling your brows. “Can we do the jump now?” 

Johnny swung up and straddled the dirt bike, scooching back so you could climb on in front of him after grabbing the helmets you both ditched earlier and stuffed yours on your head and he took his own to do the same as well. His arms were protective as they circled around you and thighs capturing your to press them tight against the side of the machine. “Hold on Baby.” 

A twist of his wrist revved the dirt bike and then he spun it around, shooting a trail of arena dirt behind him as he sped it up, flying you both towards one of the first jumps on the track, his chest pressing into your back, making you both lean forward while the dirt bike started to make its climb. 

Your adrenaline spiked just as you two crested the top of the hill and tires spinning as it lifted away from the ground.

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Feeding The Flames: Thank You

Summary- 1.8k Johnny Storm x You. Sometimes being a superhero isn't enough to always save the day. You do your best to remind Johnny that he’s also the only man who could have done what was needed. He’s just a man, Your man. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content. Divider made by @firefly-graphics​

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You had just stepped out of the library with a stretch, blinking in the warm sunshine dappling on your face as you stepped from the shadow of the building. After an hour of studying in a stiff chair, you relished in the fresh air. But it was worth it since you were feeling confident for your upcoming test, which was happening in the next couple hours. Long enough for you to go off campus and grab a bite, your hand pressing against your rumbling stomach. Just as you were going down the library steps, digging out your keys from your purse, you heard your name getting called in a hurried way. 

Your friend rushed over, a bewildered look on her face. “Y/N, have you seen the news? Or talked to Johnny?” 

A confused look crossed your face. You hadn't talked to Johnny since leaving the apartment that morning. You always turned your phone off when studying since it was too distracting for you otherwise. “No, why? Is Johnny okay?” You abandon the search for your keys to grab your phone, but your friend held hers up for you to see a local new channel playing. The newscaster solemn as it turned from the newsroom to a disastrous fire in the city. 

“Local Firefighters were unable to quell the flames this morning as a local apartment building went up for unknown reasons. The heat became too much for any to enter but member of the Fantastic Four team- Johnny Storm. Unfortunately the building became unstable and even our local superhero was unable to continue searching for people. So far the casualty count-” 

You stopped listening, seeing the camera had turned to Johnny who was streaked with ash, being held back by the fire chief. You could see the look of loss on his face as he panted tiredly, the struggle to need to go back in for people, but clearly unable to. A background blast sounded and Johnny's head dropped to his chest in defeat, the chiefs hold loosening on his while he patted at his shoulder sympathetically before turning away to shout orders to his crew. 

“When was this?” you asked shakily. 

“A couple hours ago, it's been on a loop.” She stated while turning the phone off. Dialing Johnny's number, it went straight to voicemail. He too had turned his phone off. Your chest clenching, you sprinted away. 

“I gotta go…” You excused yourself and rushed to your car, knowing you had to get home as fast as you could. 

When you finally got back and let yourself into the apartment, it was so quiet when you first stepped in. Holding your breath you glanced around to see no movement, no sign of Johnny anywhere. “Johnny?” You call out softly while dropping your keys on the counter as well as your bag. Yanking off your sandals, you padded softly through the house, searching for him. “Johnny? Are you here?” Poking your head in the living room and the kitchen. Nothing. No sign of him anywhere. 

Continuing down to the hall to the master bedroom, you happened to see the light on in the master bath. Making your way towards that, you could hear the soft patter of the shower hitting the tile and the steam escaping the room. Expecting to see Johnny in the shower, you were caught by surprise by what you actually saw. 

“Oh Johnny…” You said softly seeing him kneeling on the floor, his head in his hands with silent sobs escaping him. He had managed to peel out of most of his clothes. Opening the door, you stepped in to lower to a kneel in front of him, sliding your hands up his tense biceps and over his shoulder, squeezing lightly. “Are you okay?” 

He lifted his head then and you moved your hand to his face to brush away the moisture on his cheeks. So many never saw Johnny like this, for all his bravado and good nature, he took these things right to his heart. “I couldn't get them all out Y/N, fuck I tried. I should have been faster, tried harder...” 

You shuffled in closer, kissing his forehead. “Johnny, you saved so many. You did all that you could, more than anyone else was able to.” trying to reassure him, one hand dropping to his bicep to give a slight squeeze, rubbing up and down the tense muscle. Bracing your other hand in the spot between his shoulder and neck, massaging your fingers there, trying to do anything to relax him. “You did everything possible Johnny.” 

"It wasn't enough" he countered and you shuffled closer till you straddled his lap, his head pressing against your collarbone and taking a shuddering breath in. 

You let your cheek rest on top of his head, softly saying. "Johnny You are one man, you did everything possible. Killing yourself wouldn't have helped anyone." 

Johnny knew you were right, but the hollow ache that had settled like a sickness in his chest just grew, guilt that he was even able to withstand the uncontrollable fire and others couldn't. His fingers tightened at your hips, dragging in deep breaths of your perfume as you pressed against him, so unwilling to see any failure in him, and he saw so much. 

Seeking a more physical comfort, he tilted his head to press needy kisses to your neck, warm and soft brushes of his quivering lips that made you sigh with appreciation when he traced up to your jawline, leaving you almost breathless at the simple move. "Johnny we don't-" 

A flick of his tongue swept over your racing pulse and his hands slipped to your lower back, pressing you down into him, the desire to forget and get lost in you emptying his mind. 

"Please… let me Baby." He pleaded while crossing over your face to catch your lips. He pulled at you, drawing any protest of concern you might have given heatedly. Warm against you, any touch he gave was a sultry warmth that heated your desires. Saying no to him all but died on your tongue when his tangled with yours, hurried kisses meant to make you ache for him. His hands still grasping you to feel him hard under you, straining to fill you. 

He was making you need him physically and became the one relief to save you. 

You could give him that right now. 

Breaking the kiss, lips swollen as you panted against him, moaning out. "Get rid of them Johnny, I trust you" then you tilted back into his lips, lapping at the roof of his mouth. 

This Johnny could control, his own fire. He let the flames stream through the fibers of your clothes, but never let the flames lick on your silken skin hidden away under the layers. Layers you wanted gone, as well as he did. Wisps of your clothing fell away, leaving the both of you skin to skin, arching so that your breasts could press against the planes of his chest, arching up with Johnny's guidance. 

Reaching between you, you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him while his hips rocked up, gliding himself in your hand with a hiss from him, pressing his lips to yours, simply groaning. 

“Can you fill me up Johnny?” You pressed the crown of his cock against your entrance. “Only you can make me feel this way.” Nipping at his bottom lip, sliding your tongue along it slowly, asking for more from him. 

Fingertips pressed deep in your skin just as much as his cock easing into you with shallow thrusts nudging you. Your head tilted back feeling him opening you, thick and the throbbing vein tattooing in your channel, velvet walls grasping around him, slick enough so that it was easy for him to claim you. 

Your thighs tense while arching up and down to ride him, grabbing back on to the back of his neck for leverage. His hold dug in more, dimpling your flesh in a needy way to take over, bring you to that place. You gave into him so easily, but with Johnny he always made it easy to love him. Heated spirals raced through you, and you honestly didn't know if it was Johnny's touch or your own body betraying you, but you loved the fire racing through your body. 

“Just like that Baby?” Peppered kisses flowed down your collarbone to your bouncing breasts, nipping the top to leave bruising marks that you were more than happy to have littering your body, a heated palm left the small of your back to grasp a breast, kneading it till he could get his mouth on it, wet heat enveloping your areola and making you arch into him for more. 

“Yes, fuck yes Johnny, just like that.” You cried out, moving faster now to reach an ending. 

For Johnny it was about giving his girl what she needed. And for you it was about giving Johnny purpose only he could provide. 

Heated passionate huffs and gentle chanting from you begging and pleading for him to finish you filled the kitchen as bodies arched together coming together in bliss. You tightened around him, wrapping your arms around him while he pounded his seed through you with stuttering jerks of his hips while tightening his arms around you as well, crashing you onto him. Burying himself so that he could hold you as long as possible. 

Your heart started beating against your rib cage like a bird fluttering against a cage, your body slacking into Johnny's with your head on his chest, breathing in the humid air. Johnny rocked a few times sluggishly before sagging back against the bathroom cabinets behind him, his hands rubbing up and down your back, nudging gently against your temple. “Y/N? You okay?” 

You inhaled deeply, rubbing your face against his shoulder before lifting up with a nod, still feeling yourself throbbing around him, or was he throbbing inside of you? It was just hard to tell. Sated you smiled at him and pressed your lips to his before pulling away with a nod. 

“I’m okay Johnny, thank you for being here with me.” You slid your hands against his chest and his blue eyes gave you a knowing look, about to speak but you pressed a finger to his lips. 

“I said thank you Handsome, all you do is say you’re welcome.” 

Giving a slight quirk of a smile, he nipped on the tip of your finger between his teeth before letting go. “Yes Miss, always liked it when you get bossy you know.” 

You grasp his shoulders and push yourself to a stand, Johnny following along behind you. “You just like the discipline.” You teased back and Johnny opened the shower door, testing the water. 

“More like the other way around sweetheart, I like you getting sassy then I work on making you sing a different tune.” He tugged you into the shower and backed you against the shower wall while quieting you with a lust filled kiss, making you giggle slightly. Johnny's foot kicked out against the shower door, closing you two off from the world for just a little longer. 

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[caffiend-queen]

Time to write the St. Patrick’s Day chapter for Holidays in Hel...

And I am COMPLETELY planning it around @imanuglywombat’s Is That Even A Sex Position? Challenge, and Loki with be busting out the Louise position. Have you taken a look at her Sex Position masterlist yet? You cannot stop laughing while you try to write your story. It’s Evil Genius. Find all the positions and their rather vivid descriptions here.

Have you tried these little gems out yet? @nildespirandum  @myoxisbroken @the-soulofdevil​ @navybrat817​ @threeminutesoflife​ @jtargaryen18​ @syntheticavenger​ @river-soul​

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