#we're both in love with a sexy lady with an eye that's lazy the girl that's fly with the funky eye -

[inknose]

misfortune // good luck

#my art #fanart #tgcf #hua cheng #we're both in love with a sexy lady with an eye that's lazy the girl that's fly with the funky eye -

[driversmutbucket]

I wanted to ask you if you plan to do a sequel on the fic where Phillip finds his childhood love? It’s one of my favorites. And if yes, it would be possible to include "There’s not enough makeup in the world to cover up this hickey, what did you do to me?" "Look at us, we're basically a couple already" please, but if it’s no, it’s ok.

Hey bb,

Sorry it took me literal weeks to get to this, Kitten has taken over my brain!

Glad you liked the Altman fic! I can totally do a sequel for those two horny humans ;)

Phillip Altman x Reader

Warning: NSFW, vague sub/dom, oral

You let out an exasperated groan as you examined the hickey on your neck in the bathroom mirror.

“Fuck sake Phillip.” You grumbled.

“What!?” He asked innocently from where he lay in the bathtub.

“There’s not enough makeup in the world to cover up this hickey! What the fuck did you do to me Altman?” You glared at him in the mirror.

“It’s just a little love bite Babe, don’t stress.”

��Little?!” You said in a high pitched voice. “Only teenagers walk around with hickeys all over them. Jesus, Im going to have to do some creative accessory placement.”

It had been two weeks since you had reconnected at the party, and ever since you were joined at the hip, or would pelvis be more accurate?

Phillips mom had found out about your - whatever this was, and had insisted your come over for Sunday lunch. Mrs Altman was so well put together, from what you couldn’t remember, you hardly wanted to be showing up with a gigantic hickey on full display.

“My mom won’t care.” He scoffed.

“Well I care, Phillip, you could walk in there looking like you rolled out of a dumpster and she would still think the sun shone out your ass.”

“True that.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, dabbing concealer on your neck aggressively.

“Look at us, we are basically a couple already, going to Sunday lunch at my moms and squabbling” Phillip mused with a lazy smile as he watched you.

You couldn’t help but mirror his smile, meeting his gaze in the mirror, he winked.

—

“Y/n has a giant hickey on her neck and she doesn’t want you to see it.” Phillip announced, near moments after you arrived at his mom’s house.

“Thanks for that.” You deadpanned, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Oh Phillip, leave the poor girl alone!” Mrs Altman swatted at him, before pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you kids have come together, It’s a wonder nothing happened when you were teenagers, gosh Phillip used to follow you around like a puppy, y/n.” She mused, smiling at the memory.

“Alright mom that’s enough.” He groaned steering his mother into the kitchen.

You smirked triumphantly.

—

After lunch Mrs Altman went to rest, having just got over a nasty bout of pneumonia she still needed regular naps. She apologized profusely but insisted you both stay for a while.

Phillip was eyeing you in a way you knew meant he was scheming as you dried the remaining dishes.

“My bed from when I was a teenager is upstairs.” He said casually.

“Is it just?” You said airily, drying a plate.

“Yeah, I always fantasized about fucking you on that bed.”

You knew the exact bed. You had sat or laid on it many times, years ago, hell- a decade ago?!

You used to love it because it smelled like him. You would try and memorize the scent.

“Hope you mom burned the bedding, the amount of cum stains there would have been on that....” you teased.

“Mostly from thinking about you in that tiny bikini you used to strut around in.” He murmured, coming up behind you and running his hands over your tummy.

“I did not strut!” You spluttered.

“I distinctly remember the way your ass jiggled in those tiny bottoms.”

“Pervert.”

“I used to imagine you would come upstairs dripping wet from the pool in that bikini. That you would bend over my bed, begging to be fucked. I would think about just pushing those little bottoms aside and sinking my cock into you while you moaned my name.” He murmured as his lips grazed the shell of your ear.

You breath hitched at his words, heat surging to your nether regions.

“I wish you would have.” You breathed, as his hand l crept under your tee.

“You gonna let me now?” He asked slyly fingertips toying with the waistband of your shorts.

“Your mom will hear.” You groaned.

“The old lady sleeps like a rock, trust me I’ve tested it many times.” He chuckled.

“Ok, but be quick about it, i will honestly not recover if your mom catches us.” you urged. 

You hardly finished your sentence and he was dragging you upstairs, pushing you in a guest room and shutting the door.  There is was, the bed. The pine frame and slightly dipped mattress that you had hung out on as teens. “This old things creaky as fuck.” he grinned, throwing himself on mattress, it groaned with his weight.  “No fucking way, Altman, nah uh, people will hear that down the street.”

“Babe, chill, bend over and hold the frame like a good girl would you?”

You shot him a dirty look, before bending down and planting your hands on the solid frame at the foot of the bed. “You’re sexy when you’re stroppy.” he smirked. 

You could only huff in response as he ran his hands up the back of your shorts and squeezed your butt cheeks. You wiggled impatiently, as he reached around and unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down. Underneath you had a simple black thong, he grunted and spanked your ass, drawing a soft moan from your lips. 

“You’re keeping this on.” he murmured, pulling the fabric out from between your cheeks then letting it snap back.

He stroked your pussy through the fabric of your thong with one hand as he pushed down his own shorts with the other. 

You pushed your pulsing cunt against his hand with a whine, wanting more.

“Desperate are we?” he teased, eliciting a growl from you. 

He pulled aside the thong and teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

‘Phi-! Oh god!” He pushed in with a sharp thrust, knocking you forward so you had to truly brace yourself on the bed frame.

“Oh fuck yes!” He hissed, “you look so good bent over my bed babe.”

“Just missing the- mmmmph!...virginity and bikini.” You panted, trying to push back into his thrusts so the bed frame didn’t shake too much.

You reached back and rubbed your clit, gasping as you quickly began to cum, clenching his cock.

“Jesusshitfuck!” Phillip gasped.

“Stop!”

He froze mid thrust, “you ok?” Voice tinged with concern.

You pulled away and got down on your knees.

“Yeah, yeah, just want you to cum in my mouth.” You grinned up at him.

He bent down with a growl and grabbed your face, kissing you hungrily.

Some people didn’t like giving oral, but goddamn, you loved it. Having that much power over someone’s pleasure with your mouth was exhilarating.

He groaned as you took him in your mouth greedily, sucking and licking, spit dribbling down your chin.

“You’re a fucking dream.” He moaned, fucking your mouth gently.

You hummed, your vocalisation vibrating around his cock, he gripped a handful of your hair.

“Gonna cum.” He breathed a few seconds before shooting cum into the back of your throat.

You pulled off his cock with slow, sucking pop!

He collapsed onto the bed, laying on his stomach with a happy sigh.

You got up of the floor and smacked his bare ass, “don’t stay there too long, I doubt your mom wants to find her precious boy with his cock out.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He mumbled into the pillow.

You laughed, as you headed out the door.

#fan fiction #filth and smut #smutbucket #phillip altman x reader #phillip altman

[willow-salix]

This little piece came about after a conversation with @myladykayo and a couple of post/prompts.. I'm only going to include one here until everyone has read it otherwise it'll ruin the whole thing.

This is what happens when my two want fluff and a little spicy time together... Let's heat up this Monday morning.

"Rotzlöffel!" 

Selene paused, the wagging finger of doom pointing right at his chest. "What did you just call- don't yell at me in languages I don't understand!" 

"Well don't be one then!" 

"Don't be a what? What did you just call me?" her eyes narrowed dangerously. 

He had two choices, stand his ground or retreat and try to make things better, but if there was one thing he'd learned from spending almost two years of his life with a mad witch, it was to never back down. 

He squared his shoulders, looked her dead in the eye and answered her honestly. "A snot spoon."

She blinked. "A what now?" 

"It's loosely translated…" he waved his hand vaguely. 

"And it means?" 

"A brat."

"You just called me a brat?" 

"Yes."

"Well don't do that!" 

"Don't act like one then!" 

She bit her lip, trying very hard not to laugh. She failed. 

"A snot spoon? Seriously? That's what you came up with?" 

"Alan never knew what it meant either."

"You're an idiot."

"An idiot that you love," he shot back, an evil grin beginning to form. 

"Urghhh," she stopped pacing and flopped backwards onto the bed. "When did we move from arguments that turn to kissing to arguments that turn into childish insults?" 

"Around three table decorations and a cake ago."

She raised a hand. "I would like to put in a formal request to go back to the former, thank you."

John caught hold of her hand, lacing their fingers. "That could be arranged," he squeezed her fingers lightly. "But, you did just call me an idiot."

"My idiot," she tugged on his hand, pulling him down on top of her. "So, kisses?" 

"Kisses are good."

They both moved closer, moving instinctively from much practice. Their lips met, softly at first, little warm up kisses that were sweet rather than sensual. 

Her tongue dabbed softly at his lips, trying to tempt him to open and allow her to deepen their kiss. 

She moaned happily, letting her hands get in on the action, one travelling the length of his spine, nails scraping lightly through the fabric of his shirt, the other journeying upwards to tangle in his hair. 

Their kiss deepened, lazy kisses, taking their time, just enjoying a rare moment to be alone together. Selene could feel her heart speeding up and her breath becoming a little ragged as the fluttering butterflies of arousal began to multiply from their ever present "damn my guy's hot" to "gotta have him now."

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for shouting at you in German?" 

"That depends."

"On what?" 

"On how else you're going to use those hot language skills of yours." She kissed her way to his jaw. 

"Does my lady have any requests?" 

"Dealer's choice, I just like listening to you. Surprise me."

"Mm, I'm sure I can come up with something." He turned his head to capture her lips again. 

Using her grip on his hair she broke their kiss, stopping to rub her nose against his. 

"Talk to me," she pleaded in her most seductive voice and he was powerless to resist. 

He broke away to kiss his way down her neck, nipping lightly here and there, nuzzling her soft skin. He worked his way up to her ear as one of her hands found its way under his shirt to stroke bare skin. Well, that wasn't helping, was it? How was he supposed to concentrate while she was doing that? 

Her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer so she could feel his hard length through his jeans. 

"Tell me what you want," she encouraged, her own lips attacking the side of his neck. That was not playing fair. 

Thoroughly enjoying her current mood and in no way wanting to jeopardize that he said the first thing that came to mind although it was cheesy as hell. 

"Est-ce que ton père a été un voleur? Parce qu’il a volé les étoiles du ciel pour les mettre dans tes yeux." 

She purred a low moan in his ear and he filed that information away for later, how to stop an argument, grab her, kiss her, whisper in french, got it. 

"Je te trouve belle." 

Her fingers had got to work on the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, pushing the material off his shoulders. 

Huh, they were now at the stripping part of the proceedings, he was down with that. Luckily for him she was wearing one of her black blouses today, this one decorated with a fine covering of silver spider web, not that he was paying much attention to the intricacies of the design right at that moment. 

He popped open the first two buttons and lowered his head to kiss a path down her neck, pausing to suck lightly on her collarbone. Her shuddering moan was accompanied by a seductive hip roll that almost made his eyes cross. This wasn't good, she shouldn't have told him to say what he wanted. Quick, he instructed himself, think of something else! 

"Mélanger les jaunes d’œufs avec la moutarde, le sel et le poivre dans un saladier." 

Her back arched, thrusting her still caged breast closer. 

"Ajouter tout doucement et peu à peu l’huile sur le mélange en battant au fouet." 

Her fingers played with the shorter hairs on the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly at his skin. 

Honestly, when she had started the day with a full list of shit she didn't care about but Grandma insisted was important, she had questioned the wiseness of dragging her Spaceman home. Especially when it had disintegrated into her tossing his carefully crafted list into the trash and refusing to make another decision again. But now that she'd seen how they could resolve an argument she might be tempted to start one daily. 

One of the things she loved most about her man was how he could be so incredibly sexy without even knowing it, there was no big headedness from John that would make him insufferably smug like some men she knew. 

She loved his voice, it was the first thing she had fallen for, wanting to be closer to him before she had even seen his face and she always found it incredibly hot when he would casually drop into another language like it required no more effort than blinking. 

This was doing all kinds of good things to rev her engine and if he wasn't careful she'd be forced to roll him over and have her wicked way with him before he knew what was going on. 

"Remplir les avocats avec des crevettes et les recouvrir de sauce cocktail." 

She stiffened as the tip of his tongue traced the lacy edge of her bra but she was far too distracted to pay much attention. Had he…

"Dude, did you just say cocktail sauce?" She didn't know much French, in fact she was limited to a couple of cheeses, bread, chicken and French fries, she was very food based, but she had definitely heard that before. 

He froze for a second then sighed, his head dropping to bury his face in her neck. 

"Sorry."

She didn't know whether she should laugh or cry although as usual, laughing won. 

She began to giggle, unable to hold it in. 

He lifted his head to look at her, completely bemused. 

"What the hell were you even saying?" 

He shifted uncomfortably, both from the sudden shift in position as well as the metaphorical bucket of cold water that had been dumped on top of them. 

"Well, at first I was complimenting your eyes, but then I had to think of something a little less exciting and I skipped breakfast -" 

"And lunch knowing you."

"Maybe…"

"And so you were saying…"

"I may have been telling you how to make a shrimp and avocado salad." 

To his intense relief her giggles turned into full laughter which he couldn't help but join in with. 

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight, struggling to breathe but not for the reasons they had first been planning. 

"Gods, I love you," she gasped, trying to catch her breath and not crack up laughing again. She kissed his cheek and let go, pushing him gently to the side. 

She sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes and buttoned her blouse back up. 

"Sorry, that kinda killed the mood," he winced. 

"Rubbish, if we can't laugh then there's no hope for us, it's laughter and love that keeps a couple strong and we've got that in abundance."

She held out her hand to him, dragging him to his feet. 

"Back to the list?" he sighed. 

"Hell no, we're going to the kitchen." She reached out to give his firm abs a loving pat. "I'm gonna fuel my sex machine and then take full advantage of you being home for the rest of the night."

"Sex Machine?" he arched a disbelieving eyebrow as he fastened his shirt. 

She shrugged, unrepentant. "Meh, I thought it'd try it, it obviously didn't work." She sighed dramatically. "Most men would be grateful their girl thinks they are a stud." 

"Good thing I'm not most men then, because that was a terrible line," he followed her to the door.

"This is coming from the guy that just told my boobs how to cut a cucumber."

#Oh my gods John #I can't even #john tracy #selene tempest #healthy relationships #in love #love #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirdsarego #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015