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Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Accidental stimulation + semi-public. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.

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Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.

That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.

It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.

In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.

"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.

"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.

"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"

He shrugged too.

"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."

You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.

"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.

He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.

“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.

He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.

“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.

The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.

Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.

Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?

Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.

You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.

He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.

The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.

The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.

“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.

Marc almost fainted.

You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.

That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.

But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.

On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.

Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.

His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.

You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.

You chuckled.

A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.

His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.

"See?"

You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.

“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”

“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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Big News | A What Benny Doesn’t Know Story

Summary: Frankie and Magpie have some big news to tell the boys

Warnings: fluff, angst, happily ever after vibes

A/N: been a while since I wrote anything for this crew but I thought it was time.

“OUCH BENNY! YOU SHOT ME!”

“No I didn’t!” The youngest Miller cried out defensively.

“No, I did. My bad!” Will held up a hand from the other side of the garden. “In my defence, I was aiming for Frankie.” Will continued to explain, his hands raised, paint ball gun hanging limply in his right hand.

There was another sharp sound of air and he paused in the middle of the lawn, sneering, as a ball of paint hit his back, a smattering of blue, smearing all over the back of his T-shirt.

“Yo, shitheads,” Frankie called over to the two Millers, “we told you it was fine to test them out as long as you didn’t get it near the food.” He said, wiping a small splatter of yellow paint off the side of his new grill.

You had invited everyone around for a cook out and chill as you had big news you wanted to share.

“Sorry!” Benny said, skipping over to join his brother, but not before popping off one more paint pellet at his brothers feet.

“Benny, man!” Will sighed.

“Eh, whatever.” Ben shrugged, but was quickly regretting it as Will fired his last pellet from short range at Benny’s left bum cheek. “OW!”

“See, it hurts doesn’t it.” You said, stepping away from Frankie at the grill, a plate of meat in your hand ready to be placed on the table, your opposite hand still rubbing tenderly at your arm where you’d been hit with the paintball.

“So what’s this big news?” Will asked as they took their seats.

“Don’t tell me, Santi is finally moving out of your place.” Benny ribbed, seeing the older man exit out into the garden through the sliding door to join them.

“Still sore you ain’t tapped that, eh Benny.” Santiago said with raised eyebrows to the youngest Miller, the only one of them out of the group who hadn’t fucked you.

“Ha, ha, ha.” Benny deadpanned, but it was clear after all these years he was a little salty.

“Hey, Ben, maybe that’s the big news.” His older brother ribbed him, “maybe after all these years Magpie’s finally taken pity on you and is gonna allow you a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.”

“Okay, okay.” Frankie said, quieting his friends at the table as he came to stand beside you, wrapping a comforting arm around your back. “That’s enough.”

A brief pause of silent anticipation gathered over the table as the other three men awaited the big news from their favourite couple. Frankie turned towards you, locking his deep brown eyes with yours, a gentle nod as if to check you were ready. Your palms were sweaty and you felt like your heart was in your mouth, but you gave him a small nod anyway, before turning your body back towards the table.

"I'm pregnant." you quickly blurted out. Benny practically choked on his beer he had been taking a sip of, his hand only just catching the spray in time for his brother to shift out of the firing line.

Once the look of disgust from having Benny's mouth beer sprayed over the side of his neck wore off, both Miller brothers were up out of their seat, blue eyes shining in the afternoon sun, smiles plastered on their faces as they came to embrace both you and Frankie in turn.

"Oh my gosh, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you both." The elder Miller brother said gracefully to you, whilst his brother began to side skip around the garden shouting, "I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE! I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!" for the whole street to hear.

When you turned to look at Santi though, his face was a picture. His bottle of beer hung loosely from his fingers between his legs, his gaze glassy and distant. "Hey, Pope, you okay there?" you asked, taking the seat next to him.

"I-uh- yeah." he said, as if suddenly startled by your presence. "Yeah." he nodded taking a sip of his beer, as if it would help solidify the air of happiness and acceptance over your news. But you knew him. Had been sleeping with him, both with and without Frankie for around two years now. You placed your hand over his where he rested it on his thigh. He sighed and his facade faltered. "I knew you both were trying," he said, "I just didn't think it would happen this quickly."

"Neither did we." you confided. In truth, you and Frankie had only been trying for a few months. When you had gotten the test results back you had even made a joke about him having super soldier sperm. "You know, this doesn't have to change anything." you said to him. But his face softened. "We would happily build you your own little cabin in the back yard to live in." You said hopefully.

"No, it's fine… it's time." he said, as Frankie stepped over to join the two of you.

"You can still have her on birthday's and major holidays though if you want." Frankie joked.

"Hey, don't joke about that cabron, I may just take you up on that." Pope smiled, standing up and pulling Frankie in for a brotherly embrace. "I really am happy for you man." he said, patting him on the back.

"I know." Frankie said, shifting his hat on his head as he stepped back and Santi turned to wrap you in a softer, more tender embrace, of his own.

"I really am bally for you both." he said into the top of your head before he pressed a kiss to your crown.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, holding his chest to you firmly, inhaling his scent deeply and humming to yourself, trying to savour every last moment like this with him. "Thank you, Pope."

"Don't mention it, baby." he replied before he reluctantly released you back to Frankie.

"Okay, can we eat now?!" Benny asked, bouncing around the table eyeing up the food.

"Yes!" the rest of you said in unison to him and he immediately grabbed his plate and began filling it.

You felt Frankie's familiar arm, snake comfortingly around your back. "You okay?" he said to you lowly, checking back in the other side of your bombshell announcement.

And as you looked back out to the table of food and your boys stood happily around you, your nerves completely settled and a glow filled your chest. You smiled to your man beside you, "yes… I think I am."

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I don’t know about you, but I could really go for an angsty fight with one of my fictional boyfriends right now, followed up by some steamy make up sex.

#fictional boyfriends #boys in books #book boyfriend #movie boyfriends #peter parker #Spider-Man #aramis #musketeers #pedro pascal characters #Joel miller #Frankie morales #Santiago garcia #saltburn #felix catton #Poe dameron #insert fictional boyfriend here #cassian #rhysand #will turner #pirates of the caribbean

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Aramis in 2x06

#😍😍😍😍😍 #my god #aramis

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Most of my work half the time

fics that are like 500 to 1200 words or so often have a particular kind of energy to me - like the author sat bolt upright in bed, struck by the most brilliant inspiration of their entire lives, and then typed as fast as their fingers would allow them to in order to capture it all before it left.

oneshots that are just a straight, clear shot from the brain to the page with no real filter in between? that's good stuff right there.

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I don’t even know how to describe the absolute feral laugh that just escaped me!

#poe dameron #funny #Easter

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*gasps audibly* OH MY GODDDSS!!!

Damn this got me hooked so bad.

Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! How about for Aramis; "She's mean, and she's mine." ?? Hopefully it's a good prompt!

Follows on from upcoming fic 'Five Years'

Aramis’s heart breaks when he reads the letter that you’ve sent him. He finds it impossible to believe the words on the page because only three days ago he was at your home, the sun shining down on his bare back as he made love to you underneath the apple tree.

I don’t love you, I never loved you. You were just a flight of fancy, something to pass the time while I waited for my true love to return to me.

His thumb chases over the cursive indents of your hand, the smeared ink he knows comes from tears. He doesn’t understand why you would do this to him, to yourself.

When he turns up at Eden, determined to receive an explanation he is surprised to find you are no longer the mistress of the house, that you’ve signed all of your holdings over to Collette, your business partner.  

“She wanted to make sure that we were still provided for.” She tells him as he sits at the table the two of you have dined upon many a time. You’ve laughed at this table, you’ve cried at the table, you’ve done unspeakable things to each other on this table. “That he couldn’t touch anything once they were married.”

“Who?” He rasps, his chest aching from the weight of the emotion he holds deep inside himself. “Who has she left me for?”

“Captain of the Red Guard.” Collette says and something inside of him snaps. “Rochefort.”

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Ruin: Aramis x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989

You used to be a courtesan, Aramis has always known that about you.

Aramis had always suspected your benefactor was a duke. It was the extravagance of the perfume you wore when he first met you, the jewels that had adorned your throat. He remembers the taste of violets on his lips as he kissed the nape of your neck, the tightening in his chest knowing that it was another man’s preference.

You wear jasmine these days. It’s a lighter fragrance, one that reminds Aramis of the first days of spring as he makes love to you in a room that has only ever known pleasure. His thumb traces over your lips at the height of rapture, his dark eyes locked on yours as he stills his motions, holding himself deep.

“Not yet my love.” He whispers as his lips brush over yours. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His fingertips trail over the scar that mars your cheek, the one your duke carved into your skin the night you dared to leave him. He’d meant to disfigure you but it only added to your beauty, especially in the world you had carved out for yourself.

Eden is what you call the house you own, the one that your girls work out of.

Every night you host a show, a circus of sorts where you showcase the talents of the women under your tutelage. It attracts a niche of benefactors, men and women of a certain persuasion, who enjoy an alternative means of entertainment.

If they’re interested in the more sensual delights, an arrangement is made as long as the girl is willing. You won’t force your women into service, not the way you had once been.

“Oh Evangeline.” Aramis murmurs, his fingers entwining with yours as his hips arch, sinking even deeper into your tight wet heat. “I’m going to ruin you, the same way you ruined me.”

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Aramis in 1x05

#lords he’s dishy #aramis #🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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merry ides of march

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Me: There's a Tumblr holiday coming up soon.

My mom: Oh?

Me: The Ides of March.

Mom: ...???

Me: ...Do you know what that is?

Mom: Yeah... I just don't get why it's being celebrated?

Me: It's like a cat sitting inside a box -- we don't know why we do it, something inside us just tells us we should.

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This person clearly doesn’t belong here. From Ask Historians on Reddit.

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gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

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Drunk Tennis

Summary: drunk shinanigans result in Felix living up to his nickname

Warnings: drinking, hurt/comfort

“Okay! My turn!” You called out to the group as you kicked off your heels and made your way over to the net where they had all gathered to pass round a fresh bottle of bubbly between them.

“Yes!!!” Venetia cried, “Now we can do boys versus girls!”

“Yeah but then it’ll be three against two, that’s hardly fair.” Felix interjected.

“It’s fine.” Farliegh piped up, “I much prefer being umpire anyway.” He said taking one of the mostly full champagne bottles, lifting it to his mouth to take a swig, only to quickly hold it at arms length as it frothed and he almost choked on it.

You felt Venetia smash into your side as you all chuckled.

“Come on you lot! Rackets up!” Farleigh called as he climbed up onto the umpires seat at the side of the court.

Felix smiled at you, holding out the bottle in his hand for you to take a drink before the game began.

“Watch that smirk Catton.” You said with a sly smile as you lowered the bottle from your lips again to hold it back out to him.

He scoffed, dipping his gaze to the floor with a shake of his head, “Yes because those tennis lessons I paid for you to take last summer were so successful.”

You shoved the bottle back into his chest and both he and Ollie laughed as you pouted.

“Oh it’s on brother.” Venetia rallied beside you, holding out her tennis racket in front of her like a sword with which to challenge him with.

“Very well.” Felix mused, flashing his cocky smirk and you and your sister again as you all slowly began to step backwards into position to start.

“Right, everybody! I want a clean match!” Farliegh said between dramatic swigs of his own bottle.

“Wait, who’s got the ball?” Venetia shrieked.

Felix gave a quick cheeky wave of luminous green between his fingers before he began to toss it in the air, forcing everyone to snap to attention.

He hit a perfect serve towards his sister who jumped to the left with a shriek as the powerful serve almost hit her in the arm.

“Hey!” She shrieked again, “I wasn’t ready.”

“Farleigh?” Felix turned towards the umpire for his decision.

“Huh?” He said lowering the bottle from his lips again, “It stays in.” He quickly decided instead of letting on he wasn’t fully paying attention.

“What!??” Both you and Venetia cried as Oliver and Felix cheered and high fived each other and took another drink.

“Fine.” You huffed, hoisting up your skirt and marching towards the ball that had rolled to the edge of the court, nestled into the surrounding fence.

They were still laughing, joking and drinking when you got back into position and took your own rapid serve, hoping to catch them equally off guard. Apparently you had no such luck as Felix sent the ball straight back. It hit the ground right in front of your feet and you stumbled back as you avoided it hitting you in the face. As you stumbled back, your feet got caught on one another and you fell hard on your bum and when you relaxed into the embarrassing moment, letting your whole body just flop on the floor, your head hit the ground a little more harder than you’d intended. Everyone hissed and cringed as you allowed yourself to play victim to the floor.

“You alright?” Felix said, rushing to your side.

You lifted your hands to cover your eyes, worried you’d cry and not wanting them to see or accuse you of being silly. It was just a silly tumble after all. But it was the shock and bruise to your pride that had you feeling teary.

You grunted as you felt Felix’s arm move carefully around your back to try and lift you up into a sitting position and you reluctantly let him. When his hands reached for your hands to pull them away from your face, you let him do that too.

He raised his hand, “How many fingers am I holding up.”

You scowled, it had been a little tumble and bump to the head, was he really going to check you for concussion. “Are you serious?!” You snapped, even more embarrassed as the others gathered around the two of you, the game and their drinking firmly on hold until they knew you were okay.

“Yes, I’m serious.” Felix said, waving his fingers in your face again.

“Fix.” You tried to argue.

“Just answer the question.”

“Three. Fucking Jesus. Three.”

“Yeah, she’s fine.” Farliegh joked. Felix just shot him a glare.

“Maybe we should call it a break for the evening?” Felix suggested.

“What and let you guys win before we’ve even had a chance?” You said, pushing Felix away, feeling for your racket on the floor and getting to your feet. “Nice try fix. But it’s gonna take more than just a bump on my ass to stop me from beating you boys.”

“Yeah!” Venetia agreed, stepping to you and offering you a high five.

“Fine, on your head be it.” Felix said, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

#summers at saltburn #saltburn imagines #saltburn x reader #felix catton imagine #felix catton fluff #felix catton x reader #felix catton