#afab Lewis

[deceitfuldevout]

Struggle

Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x BestFriend!Reader

Word Count: +1,857

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Misogynistic remarks, Manhandling, Play fighting gone wrong.

Author's Note(s): I was inspired by a soundgasm audio

You and Neil were childhood bestfriends. As thick as thieves. He had been there for you since day one. You grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and eventually became co-owners of gumshoe movie store. Neil was always the one who wiped away your tears. He was your shoulder to cry on after a nasty breakup. One of the perks of living with your best friend are movie nights. You and Neil would pick out some movies to share.

He knows you love them as much as he does. His was up first, then yours would be after. You would switch the order every weekend. Neil's choice was alright, it was one of those old western movies. You on the other hand picked something newer. One of those action movies with a powerhouse female lead. You thought it was going well. That is until Neil scoffs, you turn to the side and look at him, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No it's just...do you really think she could take them all down in hand-to-hand combat?" out of everything the movie had, that was his biggest concern? Your brows furrow, "Are you saying you could take her on?" now sitting up. Neil tilts his head, "Well, I mean yeah? She's a twig, it'd be hard not to win," he's dead serious about it too. You don't take his remarks seriously. It's not like he meant it, right?

That's when you felt the need to speak up, "Neil it's just a movie, and besides, size doesn't matter in a fight," when you turn your attention back to the screen Neil looks away, "Size doesn't matter?" he's taken aback. He pauses the movie, "Let me get this straight: You're confident that size doesn't matter?" he wants to test this hypothesis out, "Because I'm a lot stronger than you," it's not that Neil thinks he is, it's that he knows so, "I don't mean to sound insensitive but, there's also a biological factor,"

You turn towards Neil and raise a brow, "You're that confident you'll win?" previously, you've won the last several fights against him. But then again, you were both nine years old. He nears, "I bet I could pin you down in less than ten seconds," he wants to test out that theory. So, You decide to test it out, getting into position, "Three...two...one-" but before you've had a chance to even find solid grounding, Neil already has you pinned to the couch.

It stuns you, for a moment you were left in disbelief. How did he? When did he? It was so fast you hadn't even seen it coming. You try lifting yourself up but Neil shoves you down with a light 'thud'. When you try to sit, he does it again, only harder. This was nothing to him. He didn't even seem tired. For a moment you question yourself. Had Neil been holding back the entire time? It was almost surprising how strong he was. "C'mon...fight back, I said fight back..." Neil hovers over you. Both of his legs now straddling your sides.

He manages to trap both your wrists together in one of his hands. You try to pulling them free but his grip is unbreakable. You've never noticed how strong he actually was. Sure, he'd let you sit on his shoulders during concerts, or even lift you up in a hug, but this was the first time you've really noticed his concentrated strength. It took little to no effort pinning you down. He leans in, now face-to-face, "Do you give up?" he taunts, "Just admit that I'm stronger than you...there's no use fighting it..."

You didn't want to lose that easily. You kept twisting and turning in an attempt to escape. It was futile. Neil had won fair and square. His hands began to roam under your shirt, playfully caressing your rib cage. He brushes his fingers against the bare skin. You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish feeling, "O-ok ok! You win!" a burst of laughter erupts from you. After a moment, Neil finally stops. He takes in the sight of you, staring at the peaks forming on both breasts. He licks his lips, ducking his head down. He places a few kisses on your jawline, then down the side of your neck, all the way to your shoulder.

They quickly turn into wet kisses, then suckling. It felt ticklish. Neil had always been overly handsy around you. Even sharing a first kiss in grade school. His hands grip your hips in a tight grasp. You grab his wrists and start to pull, but it was like trying to move metal bars. His brows furrow, obviously annoyed now. He pulls both your arms above your head before tugging at your shirt. It didn't take much for him to drag it up. He knows you detest wearing a bra indoors. He doesn't mind that at all.

You gasp, "Neil! What the hell?! S-stop!" At that moment you did something you never thought would happen. Never in a million years would you have imagined putting your hands on him. You slap Neil across the face. His hair falls down to his forehead. There's a visible red mark on his cheek. His jaw clenches. For the first time ever, Neil Lewis is at a loss for words. You scramble to the other side of the couch, attempting to fix your disheveled clothes. You look back at your best friend in disbelief.

His pupils are blown with lust. His cheeks are a flushed pink as he darts his tongue out to lick his lips, "Let's make a bet, if you can break free, I'll let you go," he captures your ankle, pulling you across the couch towards him, "But if I manage to keep you pinned..." he cups your mound, digging his finger into the slit, "I get to tryout this pussy..." he's dead serious too.

You couldn't believe it. This isn't him. This isn't the same Neil who would comfort you after a nasty breakup. Or be the first one to wipe away those tears away whenever someone tried to hurt you. This wasn't just anyone saying it, this was your best friend. He may have a reputation of being a notorious prankster, but this was taking it too far. You start tearing up, "Neil, you're scaring me..."

He snickers, playfully swiping at your tears with his tongue, "C'mon, keep fighting," he shook your shoulders, "Fight back if you don't want it," his expression changes. It contorts into a snarl as he starts tugging at the fabric of your clothes. You try to fight him off. Neil grins with delight. This was all a game to him.

It was entertaining to Neil, watching your feeble attempt to stop him. He rubs his hard on against your mound, bucking his hips a few times with a moan, "Yeah keep struggling, no matter what you do...I'm bigger than you...stronger than you..." he juts his hips again, only harder this time, "Fuck you have no idea how much this is turning me on..." his voice is much deeper. There's just something about the thrill of it that turns him on. No matter how much you twist and turn, or how hard you try, it was nothing compared to his strength.

Neil may be on the leaner side but he could manage in a fight. His free hand reaches under the waistband of your panties. He lets out a gasp, "Oh fuck..." rubbing his digits up and down your slit to collect any slickness. He yanks down the fabric with ease, taking in the sight of your folds. Neil moans, "Already so wet, yet I haven't even touched you" he clicks his tongue, inspecting your now glistening folds. His eyelids are hooded as he examines the slickness sticking to his fingers, "My, my, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this..."

Neil lowers his head to your mound. He whispers, "Lemme just..." he flattens his tongue against your core. He gives a long stripe from your leaking hole to your clit, wrapping his lips around it with a moan, "Mmm..." his eyes are blissfully shut. His lashes flutter with pleasure as his brows furrow in delight. Fuck...you taste so good. Everything about you is so fucking perfect. Neil never saw a flaw in you. All those ex's were dumb as shit for dumping you. But no worries, he's here to make up for it.

His fingers slide in with little to no resistance. He began to pump them vigorously in and out your channel. Your toes began to curl from the angel he hit, throwing back your head in pleasure. Neil releases your clit for only a moment, "Fuck...you're enjoying me using you huh?" he teases, then returns to tasting you. He adds more pressure to that sweet, spongey spot inside.

You came, hard. A gush of arousal hits Neil's face as he sucks in your bud. He's having the time of his life, moaning through your climax. He parts, now licking his lips, "Who knew you were such a slut?" he chuckles. His cock twitches at the sight of your tuckered-out form. He's eager to finish what he's started.

Neil frantically unbuckles his belt. He lets his pants slide off, reaching into his boxers to pull out his semi-hard cock. He gives it a few tugs before aiming the leaking tip at your entrance. Neil had never been more desperate in his life to feel a woman. He's only ever imagined this moment while lying in bed late at night. But now? He's not going to waste another second. He buries his cock deep inside, muffling his moans into your shoulder, "M'yeah...just stay still and be my cocksleeve, yeah?" Neil thrusts his hips at a more rapid pace.

You could hear him choke out, "Fuck...fuck...fuck..fuck!" Neil was right. He is too strong. All you could do was lay there as he took what he wanted, staring blankly at the ceiling as he chases his high. He suckles and kisses against your skin to mark what was his. He sighs, "So good...so good for me..." he playfully licks against your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue. His hands held your head in place as he dips it inside.

After he's finishes inside Neil doesn't let you go, no. Instead he manhandles you onto his lap. You're still pierced by his cock. You could practically feel it still twitching inside. Neil catches his breath, he has an arm wrapped around your waist. He leans back against the sofa, pulling you in with him. He reaches for the remote to play the movie. Unbothered by what just happened. You're splayed across his chest with your shirt still on.

Every now and then Neil lazily juts his hips up just to feel you gripping him. He rubs small circles on your lower back, reaching down to squeeze your ass. He doesn't look away from the T.V., not even after he hears you sniffling. You choke out, "I-I hate you..." those words don't bother him. He knows you can get a little emotional and doesn't think too much of it. He places a kiss on your temple, "No you don't," he's sure of it.

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[deepestnightcolor]

☾ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ – ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: Today's smut is sponsored by this dialogue I had with Sebastian at the luau and Mayor Lewis's purple underwear. Curious? You shall read on, then! I hope you enjoy, and thank you for your time! ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x afab!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3669 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, name calling, dirty talk, spanking, mentioning of body painting, Sam's being a rebellious twat and vandalizes stuff.

Living in Pelican Town for over a year now has taught you a lot, but three things had proven to be quite interesting. For one, the whole community had seemingly been held together by nothing more but metaphorical spit and duct tape before you had arrived and had desperately needed your help without letting you know what you had actually signed up for. Secondly, the people in this town were incredibly easy to bribe with gifts, especially when you added a sweet smile on top. And third, this town was basically dead during the night.  After 8 PM, most doors were locked tight, and the streets were empty. This information wasn’t necessary for your work as a farmer, and it certainly didn’t help you with it, but to you, it was an important piece of knowledge. You adored strolling through the streets late at night like a stray cat because it was the only time of the day when you didn’t have to expect someone calling your name or even stepping in your way to have a chat. The night belonged to you, and only you. Or so you thought.

You were wandering through the darkness of the night, enjoying the occasional hoot coming from above you when an owl flew past and the flapping of bat wings cutting through the air. The sounds of the night soothed you; the darkness gave you a sense of security – it was like a cloth wrapping around you, shielding you from the world unless you scared it off with a source of light. It made you feel invisible and seen all the same, valuable, and yet so breakable. Raw emotions you could really allow to settle during the dark hour, emotions that drowned in the buzz of the day.

When your steps passed Lewis’s house a hissing sound met your ear. Stopping in your tracks, your eyes snapped over in the direction you had thought the sound to come from, brows knitted together in a frown. A snake? You had never seen a snake in Pelican Town, or any place in the valley, really. Yet there it was again, a cold hissing sound, slicing through the silence of the night. Before you could really make a decision on what to do, your curiosity had already gotten the best of you. You quietly stepped towards Lewis’s property when you heard another hiss. It was longer now, drawn out as if to make a point. Had the animal already taken note of you and was now threatening you? Yet as you took another step closer and peeked over the picket fence, you saw a figure hunched over right in front of the old pick-up. The size certainly didn’t seem fitting for a snake, unless it had decided to mutate and then break into Alex’s room to eat up his stash of protein bars. Still, the shadow was hissing quietly, and it didn’t look like it had noticed you just yet. You pulled out your phone carefully and tapped the flashlight button, shining the cone of light onto what you had thought to be a snake. The ”snake” was wearing all black, and whipped around faster than you could have opened your mouth to ask what the hell they were doing there. You had always been taught to expect the unexpected, but you would have never guessed that you would find Sam hunched over in front of the mayor’s car with a spray can in his right hand and an expression of unsureness on his face. Sam, who babysat his brother on the beach so he could build his sandcastles, Sam who crouched down to talk to kids, Sam who listened to “I’m Just Ken” while working at Joja. Your boyfriend Sam.

“What the fuck are you doing there exactly, Sam?” The blond had been squinting against the light up until now, but when heard your voice, his face visibly relaxed. “Babe, oh fuck, it’s you,” he breathed, letting out a small, airy laugh. You swallowed, quickly making your way over to the blond, flicking your fingers against his forehead. “Yes, it’s me. But it could have been Lewis. Whose property you are on, doing something to his car, may I add,” you whispered back, watching your boyfriend squint against the light again, and nod. “I know, I know, but I ordered these spray cans on sale, and they just came today, and I just saw an opportunity-“ “Opportunity to do what?” Instead of answering, Sam’s blue eyes slowly flickered to the hood of the car. You furrowed your brows at him, even though you were pretty sure that he couldn’t make out your face. “Sam, you shouldn’t be here. Especially not with spray cans,” you scolded, shining your light on where Sam was looking.

You opened your mouth again, about to scold the blond again, but it was hard to form words when you had to resist the urge to break out into laughter. A pair of undies was revealed under the shine of your flashlight, purple in colour and ready to be seen by the whole community. You had seriously thought you had been discreet when you had returned them to the mayor, but it hadn’t been your fault that he dropped them when Sam came into the townhall after you.

“You are an idiot,” you whispered to him, a giggle slipping past your lips. Sam grinned up at you, his head tilting to the side. “Maybe I am, but so far, I am an idiot that hasn’t been caught yet. So could you please…?” You nodded and knelt next to the rebel, turning off the flash that had bothered him. He let out a sigh of relief, and despite the darkness, you could make out the mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“How does one even come up with shit like this?” you asked, your hands wrapping around his shoulders. Sam grinned at you, shrugging his broad shoulders. “I thought he deserved it. Treatin’ his woman like shit because he’s a coward.  Thought he should have the need to explain himself…” “Standing up for Marnie? Hot,” you chuckled, flicking his forehead again. “But I doubt this stems from nothing but nobility.” Again, his pearly whites flashed through the darkness. “Okay, maybe I thought him pissing his pants when he sees this would be incredibly funny.” “There we go,” you laughed quietly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You had to admit, seeing Sam like this was…interesting, to say the least. You hadn’t expected him to act up in such ways, much less plot an act of rebellion like this – he hadn’t even forgotten to cover his blond hair with a beanie. For some reason, it made you lean in and press a small kiss against his lips. You had planned on pulling away, but before you knew it, you felt yourself being pulled onto your boyfriend’s lap, his tongue licking over yours. Were you into bad boys? Or was it just the unexpected rebellious side of Sam that broke through the seemingly peaceful façade Pelican Town tried to keep up, shaking its rhythm to the core? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but what you were very aware of was the fact that his lips tasted just so good.

You pulled away after a while, taking his paint-smeared hand in your own as you got on your feet. “Let’s go, then, before my idiot and I get caught,” you panted, plans on what you would do with Sam once you had reached the safety of your bedroom already forming. However, Sam sat still. You tugged at his hand once more, hoping he would cave and follow you, a smile tugging on your lips when you saw him rise. However, you definitely didn’t expect to be pulled into Sam’s chest with his lips smashing into yours again. It was one of the sloppiest kisses you had ever experienced with Sam; it was wet and all tongue and teeth, making you moan into it quietly. He took the chance and sucked on your tongue, his hands travelling down to your ass, giving it a squeeze with his roughened hands. He only pulled away when the both of you were in dire need of air, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Warm breath tickling your air making you shudder; you heard his voice. It was deeper now, huskier and rougher around the edges. “How about we stick it to him some more?” “Wh..What do you mean?” You asked, gasping when his fingers popped open the button of your pants. “Oh, I think you know what I mean,” he hummed, his pierced tongue following the shell of your ears, knowing it would have your skin break out in goosebumps. “You… you want to do it here?” “What, you scared?” He cooed, his lips now kissing down your neck, chuckling in amusement when you tilted your head to the side in a split second to allow more access. “No, but- is that legal? What if we get caught?” “Nothing I did here is legal, but I promise you, we won’t get caught. Lewis sleeps like a rock, and the others are far enough away...Besides…Wouldn’t it be fun to get caught? Let them know who’s fuckin’ you well? Showin’ them how it’s done?” You almost whimpered at his words, his hand had now found its way into your underwear. You needed to stop this. Both of you could get into serious trouble, and you didn’t want that. The two of you needed to get home and sleep this off and hope that Mayor Lewis never found out who the sprayer was.

You pushed your pants down yourself, shoving Sam’s beanie off his head to run your fingers through the blond strands, your lips finding your boyfriend’s despite the darkness. This time it was you greedily sucking on his tongue, allowing his finger to circle your clit with tiny, quick movements. Sam’s other hand found its way to your ass, gripping the flesh and giving it a gentle smack. You tugged on his hair in return, pushing your body flush against his to let him feel your tits against his chest. Given his laboured breathing, you knew it had the desired effect on him as you allowed yourself to kiss down his neck after pulling away from his lips. “Knew you would come around,” he hummed, his hand pulling from your panties. You whined in return, just to be kissed again. “Shhh…We don’t want to get caught just yet, do we?” He murmured, smacking your ass with both hands now, probably leaving some paint there as well. Being too into it to care, you gave him what he wanted, jumping up just to be steadied by his strong arms and hoisted up against his body. You wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotches now pressed together. In this position you could feel the heat radiate from Sam’s already hardened dick, replacing the fears of being caught with thoughts of being filled to the brim by his pierced cock. “Sam, want you to fuck me,” you whispered, rutting your hips against the bulge restrained by his black pants. Sam groaned quietly, squeezing your ass again while he guided the movements of your hips over his crotch. “And I wanna fuck you, princess. Gonna fill ya up right ‘ere, ‘kay? Let everyone know how to treat a woman.” His words were accompanied by his lips smacking kisses on your neck, sucking a hickey onto the heated-up skin when he deemed it fit. “Pretty please.” Sam chuckled, his eyes flickering to Lewis’s house momentarily to make sure everything remained dark, his hand already moving to push down your panties. “How could I say no when you ask me like that?” It wasn’t like he could have said no even if you hadn’t asked him like that; his penis was painfully hard by now, red and hot to the touch. His tip glistening with pre-cum; the prospect of getting to fuck his absolutely beautiful girlfriend out in the open after just basically committing a petty crime had his cock drooling for you.

He carefully placed you on the hood of the car, smiling to himself when he felt your body shiver as soon as your bare ass met with the cold surface of it. Still, as he allowed his finger to run through your folds, he could feel what a hot mess you were already; wetness coated his finger, and your legs twitched against his hips when he brushed over your clit. As much as he wanted to tease you, he knew he had to be quicker than usual. Lewis did sleep like a rock, but he would be damned if he was stopped before he could have sunken his dick into you. “You ready for me, baby?” His voice was heavy with lust, the pad of his thumb still messing with your clit that was pulsing for his touch. “Mhhhmmm!” you whispered, eyes darting from the mayor’s house back to your lover, your legs quivering already. The cold night air hitting your wet cunt made you want Sam’s cock all the more, and you knew you were basically drooling down there. The excitement you felt wrapped you into a heavy cloud, just like the darkness of the night usually did. You were able to hear the fabric of his pants as he pulled them down, soon followed by a small smacking sound. Your mouth watered as you laid eyes on the outline of Sam’s erection, your pussy clenching around nothing in eager anticipation. You reached your hand out to let the pads of your fingers ghost along his shaft, smiling to yourself when you heard his breath hitch. Sam was an incredibly sensitive man; you had managed to make him cum by teasing his cock alone more than once. You felt yourself clench yet again when you felt the cold metal of his piercing near the tip of his dick, your lower lip catching between your teeth. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. Him massaging your clit had made your heart thump into your chest and your head feel more light, but it had also made you care about nothing but him fucking you. You used your legs that were still hooked around his hips to pull him closer, your fingers wrapping around his pulsing shaft. Leading him to your core, you guided his dick through your folds, mixing precum with your own arousal. Sam was groaning under his breath, and you could feel a shift in your surroundings as he placed his hands right next to you on the hood of the car. “You are so wet for me already, baby,” he whispered. “Just for you,” you moaned, feeling his lips run down your neck again before he sat up, lining himself up with your entrance.

You could feel his fingers intertwining with yours and you gave him a squeeze. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and pushed his hips forward in one swift movement, filling you to the hilt with ease. It knocked the air out of your lungs, and for a moment, you could have sworn the world was spinning fast enough for you to actually see it, but the stretch felt just so good. Your walls clung to Sam as if your life depended on it, and the urge to scream out his name just to show everyone who filled you up so well was dancing on your tongue. Sam himself struggled to keep up his composure, his head spinning with the way you clung to him. You were so wet and warm; a great contrast to the cold night. And – it was you. You always managed to take his breath away.

Breathing heavily, Sam held the position he was in, massaging your breasts through your shirt. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, and Yoba, you loved it. You grasped at strands of his hair, tugging on it as your hips snapped against him, making him suck in air through his teeth. “Fuck, ya’re so sexy, ya know that? And all mine,” he slurred, leaning down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips. This one was more hasty, though, as he quickly pulled away to push one of your legs against you, almost completely pulling out just to snap his hips forward again, filling you to the brim again. The blond started with a slow pace, trying to show you that he had full control over the situation, but you made it so hard. Your walls were contracting around his cock as if to massage the pierced shaft, drooling all over the already wet skin. With each thrust he gave you he forced a whimper out of your mouth which you desperately tried to keep shut but failed miserably. And the way you looked in the moonlight that had now been revealed by the clouds… it really wasn’t his fault that his thrusts almost automatically picked up the pace, abusing your little cunt like as it deserved. Your back arched off the car, but your ass rubbed against the now warmed-up steel beneath your skin as it began to redden. One of Sam’s hands kept your leg pushed towards your shoulder, while the other worked your clit mercilessly.  He was fucking you hard; his cock pounding into you just to prove that he could, balls smacking against your wet lips to underline the obviousness of what you were doing out here. “Sam!” you hissed, your fingers curling in his hair. He was giving you every centimetre of him, and he was giving to you at a mind -breaking pace. If someone had asked you your name, you would have probably given Sam’s, as that was all that left your mouth at this point.

“That’s m’good fuckin’ girl. Takin’ my cock so well, like ya were made for it, hm? Like being stuffed with my cock out here? Yes?” he grunted, giving your clit a light smack as you didn’t respond. You gasped loudly at that, your toes curling in the sneakers that neither of you had bothered to take off. “Mhmmm!” You moaned, but were cut off by a tongue shoved down your throat. You had to close your eyes for a moment; the sensation of Sam mercilessly fucking you in the cold air of the night and him kissing you so roughly made everything feel like you were far away, chasing the high announcing itself with the tightening knot in your stomach. It wasn’t like Sam wasn’t a mess, though. His usually carefully styled hair was completely dishevelled, his cheeks were flush with arousal, and his breathing was just barely covering the grunts and groans of your name. His legs shook as he pounded his drooling dick into your wet cunt, and admittedly, he himself was drooling for you. “’m gonna cum, baby. Ya gonna cum for me? Cum all over me? Show ‘em who ya belong to?” The words all were whispered in your mouth, and you ate them right up with a dazed nod. You could feel the metal of Sam’s piercing rut against your walls as his tip was bullying your cervix, causing your vision to blur with tears. His thumb found your clit again, and this time he rubbed much slower circles onto it with added pressure. Your body felt like it was set under electrical shocks; each time a wave of pleasure subsided, the next one followed. “Lookin’ so pretty in the moonlight, baby,” he whispered, his heart pounding in your chest. He could have sworn whenever he praised you even the slightest, your cunt just sucked him in further, and it drove him insane. Absolutely insane.

“Sam! Sam, gonna cum, oh fuck, cummin’!” you cried out, and this time, your boyfriend didn’t care to quieten you. He was busy staring down at you as you threw your head back, your back arching in again while you held onto his shoulders tightly. Your cunt spasmed around him as you moaned his name, your hips both rutting against him and trying to get away from him as he still bullied into you.

The begging whisper of his name as you rode your orgasm was enough for Sam; his balls tightened as ropes of cum filled you up, his hips shaking as he forced himself to keep moving, feeling the burning need to fill you up to the brim and fuck his own cum into you deep enough you would feel it the next day. His penis twitched inside of you as he fucked himself empty, not slowing down until he had fucked all his cum inside of you, having you shiver beneath him.

The two of you were panting, Sam’s hand finding yours again and allowing them to lock together, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly pulled out from you, ignoring the wetness of his crotch. The two of you smiled at each other silently, when suddenly you saw a light switch on inside the house. You looked at each other again as Sam quickly sprung to action just barely pulling up his pants before he helped you pull up your own. You picked up the cans and the beanies before you were thrown over Sam’s shoulder, the blond running towards his house in a panicked frenzy.

You couldn’t help but giggle like two teenagers as you hid in some bushes, holding one another’s mouth shut. What you didn’t expect was that instead of a full painting of some purple undies on Mayor Lewis’s car, there was half a painting of his underwear, accompanied by the print of an ass from where you had been sitting. The other half of the painting Sam would find later when the two of you had a shower on your farm.

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[sidemenxyn]

Pub crawl, (chips video)

Tw: alcohol use, language, drunk people, throwing up and I believe that’s it!

Ik when you read this it will be different to the one video I based it on, but it will have the same concept.

Harry (w2s) Lewis x Y/n (w3s) Willows, (afab reader)

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“Welcome to another pub crawl! Today we have teams of two!” The camera panned to you and the others as Chip finished speaking. You smiled brightly as you saw the camera turned your way. Chip continued “the teams are, Reev and George!” “Me and ArthurTv!” “Chris and Theo, and then Bonnie and Clyde! Aka Y/n and Harry!” You all laughed loudly at the small joke.

You looked at Harry to see him pulling you in for a small hug as Chip was giving out costumes. Then he and the camera man stopped in front of you and Harry and joked “we all know Harry has done some illegal substances” you all laughed as you watched Chip hand Harry a prisoner costume “so I believe it’s time you should pay the price and be a felon and your lovely missus will be the prison warden!” The group all laughed as you were handed the police costume. You giggled at the costumes. Chip and Arthur were golfers, George and Reev were ketchup and mustard, Chris and Theo are the chicken and the egg then you and Harry were a prisoner and policewoman.

So the game has began, the group had showed up at the first pub. You all sat outside the pub, waiting for the mystery pint or shot. Chip and Arthur walked out with some glasses, you heard Harry asked “is that a Bloody Mary?!” You looked over to Chip and to which he nodded. Chip presented “so first up a Bloody Mary each! No challenges on the first hole but there are more to come.” You watched as Chip and Arthur downed their drinks. Then Reev and George, as George almost finished his glass he tipped his head forward. And being the competitive people Harry and yourself were, you two were the first to point out “he tipped his head back, that’s one!” Chip and the rest agreed. George joked “gosh you take your drinking very seriously, wouldn’t suspect you pair were alcoholics.” You all burst out with laughter knowing you and Harry can drink well and hold it well.

It was now your turn to down the Bloody Mary, you hear Theo joke “watch now she’ll wolf that down her!” You side-eyes Theo and began to down the drink with ease. You and Harry high-fived as you place the empty drink down on the table. You looked at Harry and encouraged “right, your turn now, you can do it Haz.” You all watch him as he too down his drink with ease. You all clapped and Chris laughed “the alcoholic couple everyone.” To which you jokingly bowed to.

You all grabbed your things and moved onto the next pub. As you were you walked with Reev and Harry as you three were in a conversation.

Now as you arrived at the next stop, Chip got the groups attention “right! Second hole so that means there is a challenge! And that is your partner has to pour your drink while you drink it, so basically you can’t hold the glass your partner does.” Chris said “oh I got him to pour my drink?!” As he points at Theo, Theo gives a shocked facial expression as he defends “I’ll be good I swear.” You laughed at the pair.

The drink were out and you and Harry decided to go first. Harry told you “give me your hand, if you need me to stop squeeze my hand, ok?” You nodded as your fingers intertwined with his. You downed the drink while Harry kept tilting the pint glass up. Once you were done Harry gave you a hug as you didn’t back down once. Is that a coincidence? Not really.

It was now Chip and Arthur’s go, Chip held Arthur’s glass as he began to drink. As Arthur was drinking, he squeezed Chip’s hand. Chip stopped which caused them a point, Arthur then moved his mouth away from the glass causing a spill which added another point to their chart.

As you were walking to your next pub, you were slightly more tipsy now. So being the funny troublemaker you are, you ran over to Harry and jumped onto his back. You all were laughing loudly, so what Harry did was sling you over his shoulder and carried you.

Once you had got to the third pub, Chip declared the second challenge “in this pub you will have to be blindfolded and your partner has to guide you with their voice!” So you were handed the blindfold. Tying it at the back of your head, you turned your head and heard Harry say “right, love, you need to go forward.” You took a few steps and then he said “ok! Now go right” you turned your body and started to feel dizzy then you tripped but felt hand grab your waist. Knowing it was Harry you thanked him as you and the boys laughed. He said “right the table is two steps in front of you.” You took those two steps and felt the table against your thigh. So felt around the table then felt a cold glass. “Is this one mine?” Harry replied “yeah, go for it!” You picked up the glass and chugged it like there was no tomorrow. Finishing the glass you felt for the table and placed the glass back down.

Taking off the blind fold, you and Harry cheered as you did it. You watched as the rest of the boys did it, then you helped Harry get another victory.

–—–

Some time later…

–—–

It was now getting dark and you all had made it to the last bar. You asked Chip if you could go to the toilet, just in case it would’ve deducted any points. He aloud you, so you went to the bathroom. You went into the stall and did your business. Once you got out you saw two random girls fighting right there and then. Your face grew shocked, so not trying to get involved you walked around the two fighting on the floor and went back over to the boys.

Once you sat down Theo laughed “Y/n, looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost!” You said “well I just went the toilet and I walked out to see two girls fighting!” The boys were shocked and Chip looked at the camera “that’s what you get in British pubs!” You said “they were going for it too!” As you said that you saw them getting kicked out “over there!” “That’s them?” “Yeah.” You all had calmed down now as you rested your head against Harry’s shoulder.

Chip said “right, the last one! No challenges just down the ping and we’ll see who wins!” You looked at your Guinness, looking back up you watched as George finished his drink off. Then it was Harry’s turn and as expected, he downed it in one. Then you did the same, Arthur downed his in two and the it was Chip’s turn. He did it in two as well, but as you were talking to Chris you heard “Shit” you looked over to see Chip has thrown his Guinness back up and into his cup. You automatically handed Harry’s and your cups to him so he wouldn’t be sick on the pub’s table. He paused and then threw up into the two glasses. Theo spoke “Josh! Josh drink some water!” You went over to the counter and asked “could I get two bottles of water please.” You handed the money as the placed the bottles on the counter.

Walking over, you handed Chip the bottles of water and said “drink them I have some paracetamol in my bag if you want any?” He nodded. You watched as Harry handed you the paracetamol and then you grabbed two of the tablets and handed them to him.

After the video was down, you all called it a day and headed home.

You were now cuddling with Harry on your sheared bed, playing with his hair he smiled as he slowly drifted off. You then too started to fall asleep. At least you knew that you and the boys enjoyed themselves and Chip has a great video to put out.

#platonic sidemen x reader #sidemen #sidemen x reader #harry lewis x reader #sidemen x y/n #sidemen x you #w2s x reader #w2s imagine #w2s #harry w2s #platonic sidemen #side+ #sidemen couple #sidemen harry #harry lewis x you #harry lewis x y/n #y/n #youtuber x reader #youtuber #youtube #pub crawl #chip #theburntchip #tobjizzle #ksi #vikkstar123 #behzinga #zerkaa #miniminter #drunk

[farfromstrange]

Matt Murdock || Masterlist

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⤹ NAVIGATION.

🫀 -> comfort for the aching hearts

🔥 -> Smut/explicit sexual content (18+ MINORS DNI)

🌻 -> Fluff

💧 -> Angst

🪐 -> All fics set in the universe of my longest and ongoing work Foreigner's God

⤹ ONE SHOTS:

☽ Sleep [matt murdock x reader] 🫀

✑ she can’t sleep and he’s there to make sure she’s alright.

☽ Costumer Service [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥🫀

✑ after a rough day at work, you lash out at your boyfriend. matt being matt, he makes it his mission to give you what you need to relax.

☽ Late Night Talking [matt murdock x fem!oc] 🌻🪐

✑ eliza has the weirdest questions on her mind in the middle of the night. three times she wakes up matt to answer her questions and the one time matt wakes her with an important question.

☽ Spiders [matt murdock x fem!reader] 🌻

✑ matt finds a spider in the house and he refuses to kill it so his girlfriend has to step up to do the job. she hates it as much as he does.

☽ Long-distance [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 🌻

✑ Matt buys you a long-distance remote vibrator so he can play with you while he’s away – but there is a twist! He has one too, and he wants you to play with him while he plays with you. All over the phone, no touching. You can’t say no to that offer.

☽ Gifted Kid Burnout [matt murdock x f!reader] 💧🫀

✑ she’s exhausted, burned out and he wants nothing more than to help her.

☽ Stay Quiet [matt Murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ porn without plot in which Matty fucks you in the office (and Foggy gets traumatized for life)

☽ For You [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ request: prompt 78 — loss of virginity (exactly what the prompt says it’s gonna be)

☽ Pointless [matt murdock x female!oc / matt x reader] 🌻 🪐

✑ song fic based on Pointless by Lewis Capaldi — a glimpse into how Matt views their relationship. (Part of the FG series, but no names are used)

☽ Ease The Pain [matt murdock x reader] 🔥🌻 🫀

✑ Matt helps to ease your period pains.

☽ Daddy Issues [matt murdock x reader] 💧🫀

✑ you flinch when Matt raises his voice for the first time and he learns about your daddy issues. Not the sexy kind.

☽ Angel On The Roof [matt murdock x reader] 💧 -> TW: SUICIDE

✑ Mental illness is silent until it isn’t, but then it’s often too late. Or, Matt accompanies a troubled stranger home on a couple of occasions, not realizing what he’s truly feeling until she’s already lost the battle against her own mind.

☽ Angel On The Roof (Your Version) -> Request; TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM but with a happy ending!

✑ What if Matt’s word did manage to talk you off the edge and you find a way out of the dark hole that is depression? This is ‘Angel On The Roof’ from your POV with a happy ending.

☽ Useless [matt murdock x reader]

✑ Matt finds you during a depressive episode and he takes care of you. 💧🫀

☽ Promise Me [matt murdock x ofc] 🪐

✑ Foreigner’s God One-Shot — tender moments shared at night

☽ Good Boys Deserve To Be Taken Care Of [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥

✑ Matt looks good in the mornings. He always looks good, but the object of your attraction lies a bit lower this time, and you want to worship him like he deserves. (Or, an ode to Matt’s beautiful ass and the attention it deserves.)

✑ Part 2 to this can now be read here.

☽ Are You Okay? [matt murdock x reader] 🫀

✑ Sometimes it takes just one question or one person to make your shitty day less shitty.

☽ Back To December [matt murdock x reader] -> Request 💧 TW: DEATH

✑ Everything and everyone eventually slips through Matt Murdock’s fingers, and he doesn’t manage to save you in this one. (Hurt/ no comfort)

☽ Narcissist [matt murdock x reader] -> Request 💧🫀 TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE

✑ Trying to catch a break from your abusive boyfriend, you find yourself seeking refuge and a drink at Josie's in the middle of the night. It's where you bump into Matt Murdock, a charming stranger with the promise of a night of fun. After taking you home with him, it doesn't take him long to discover the dark nature of your need to escape.

☽ Honest Mistake [matt murdock x reader] -> Request 🌻

✑ After a night at Josie's, Foggy spends the night. When Matt wakes up the next day to kiss you good morning, he soon realizes that it's not you who is lying next to him but rather Foggy himself.

☽ Tupperware [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ A conversation about kitchen supplies takes an unexpected turn…

☽ Matilda [matt murdock x f!reader] 💧🫀

✑ You tried moving on from your past, but some things still haunt you. Matt is there to comfort you and tell you that sometimes, it’s okay to just let it go, even if it’s your family.

☽ Brother [matt murdock x sister!reader] l -> Request 💧

✑ After an argument with Matt about something that seems so stupid now, you get kidnapped by a human trafficking ring and he has to save you, his sister, before something worse happens. He finds you battered and bruises, but at least you’re alive. (This is solely x sister!reader, nothing more)

☽ WORDLE [matt murdock x ofc] 🌻 🪐

✑ Eliza and Foggy play Wordle, and it soon turns into a very competitive game.

☽ Please, Be Okay [matt murdock x reader] 🫀💧

✑ When Matt doesn’t answer your texts or calls like he usually does, you start to expect the worst…

☽ You’re Losing Me [matt murdock x reader] 💧 -> Request

✑ Based on “You’re Losing Me” by Taylor Swift. You and Matt have a fight and you throw him out of the bedroom with a decision to make. The question is just, is he going to give up on you and prompt you to leave or will you two manage to fix what’s broken?

☽ Feisty [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Matt decides he has to show you your place after you two have an argument.

☽ Sub Space [matt murdock x f!reader] 🌻🔥 -> Request

✑ After particularly rough sex with Matt, you find yourself lost in sub space and he takes care of you.

☽ Slipping Through My Fingers [matt murdock x teen!vigilante!reader] 💧 -> Request (Not a ship fic!) TW: Death.

✑ You get caught by yours and Matt’s enemies and he can’t save you.

☽ Naughty Girl [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Messing around with Matt at work leads to an unwelcome interruption and your naughty side coming out, which Matt is not happy with…

☽ Cruel Revenge [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Matt decides to mess with you at work this time when Foggy and Karen come to visit… (kind of a part 2 to Naughty Girl)

☽ Sweeter Than Fiction [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ You decide to learn Braille and buy a rather… unconventional book to put your knowledge to the test, and Matt gets suspicious about why a book gets more attention than he does (and gets you wet)

☽ Just Let Me Love You [matt murdock x f!reader] 💧🫀

✑ You're struggling with your body image. Matt comforts you.

☽ Focus [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Matt blindfolds you after you ask him to show you what it feels like to experience an orgasm blind.

☽ Is It Over Now? [matt murdock x neutral!reader] 💧

✑ inspired by “is it over now?” by Taylor Swift. Matt cheats on you and you deal with your thoughts. Slight Frank Castle x Reader and Elektra x Matt. (Warning: Matt slander. This is from the POV of someone who had their heart broken. Beware.)

☽ New Year’s Day [matt murdock x neutral!reader] 🌻

✑ Inspired by many Taylor Swift’s discography. You recount your relationship with Matt as he asks you an important question on New Year’s Eve.

☽ Sensory Deprivation [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ You help Matt focus after the world gets just a little too much.

☽ Up Against The Wall [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ PWP. You and Matt do it against the window after you pissed him off. That's it.

☽ Unicorns Need Love Too [matt murdock x f!reader] 🌶️ (semi-spice)🌻

✑ You’re ovulating, and your hormones are not taking it easy on you. Matt is there to help. Kind of. He’s a little shit.

☽ S.M.S [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ Soft Morning Sex with Matt Murdock.

☽ Interview With The Vampire [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥🧛💧

✑ You are the first journalist to interview Hell’s Kitchen’s resident vampire vigilante after he requested you personally to tell his story. (…) As it turns out, interviewing a vampire is a lot more complex than you expected it to be, and Matthew Michael Murdock has set his mind on ruining you for any other man to come.

⤹ ON-GOING SERIES:

☽ Foreigner’s God [matt murdock x fem!oc] 🪐 🌻 💧 🔥 ⇛ official tag is #foreigner’s god, if you want to search my profile! you should find all the chapters, previews, snippets, thoughts, etc. listed in chronological order.

☽ Total Eclipse Of The Heart [matt murdock x f!vampire!reader] 🔥🩸 ⇛ Part 1, 2, 3… ⇛ DARK FANTASY (dead dove do not eat) so you know what you’ll sign up for when you click the link. this shit filthy as hell. read at your own risk.

☽ Do No Harm [matt murdock x f!reader] 🌻 💧 🔥 ⇛ Doctor!Reader, slow-burn series

⤹ HEADCANONS:

☽ Going on vacation with Matt Murdock [matt Murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 🌻

✑ what it would be like to go on vacation with our dear Matthew and his heightened senses (he really loves us in this one)

☽ Totally random Matt Murdock headcanons that keep me up at night [matt murdock x reader] 🔥 🌻

✑ some headcanons (6, to be exact) that keep me up at night

⤹ THOTS & BLURBS:

☽ Going to Fogwell’s with Matt… [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

☽ Switch!Matt thots [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥

☽ False God By Taylor Swift Thot [matt murdock x reader] 🔥

⤹ EVENTS:

☽ Kinktober 2023 (Matt's Version) [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥

☽ Lizzi’s Valentine’s Special & Follower Celebration -> Introducing: The Vault 🔥 🌻 💧

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #charlie cox #reader insert #matt murdock smut #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fluff

[floralcyanidee]

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ - ɴᴇɪʟ ʟᴇᴡɪs

Neil Lewis x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

After a fateful game night between your two rival video stores, Neil proposes a new way of playing your favorite games. Will this new idea lead to something more than playful rivalry?

warnings: smut, face-riding, oral (f and m receiving), throat/ facefucking, cum swallowing, drinking, mentions of alcohol, strip poker/game

word count: 3632

author’s note: still shadowbanned on my main account yay /j but I'm so glad to have so much support and love on this new tumblr! thank you all for the follows and feedback. I didn't proofread some of this (but what's new), so if it flows weird I'm sorry >.< lol please enjoy!! I've had a few requests for Neil so (:

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“That’s it! You’ve got to be cheating.”

“I am not cheating, Neil. Jesus.”

“There’s just no way you’re better at this game than me.”

“There’s a lot that I’m better at than you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jonathan pipes up, coming in between you and Neil, “Let’s calm down here, guys.”

You glare at Neil, tossing your cards back into the pile. You had been playing UNO. It was tradition for your two movie stores to play against one another every first weekend of every month. And tonight, the players dwindled down to you and Neil as per usual, to which you won the final game of the night. Neil was obviously not happy about it. But lately, Neil hasn’t been happy about a lot of things. You chalk it up to his breakup with Violet. A sick, twisted part of you was glad he and Violet had finally broken up. Not because you didn’t like Neil or anything- it was quite the opposite. You were rivals, of course, but the tension between you was unmatched and intense. Every time game night came around, that tension became even more taut and thicker. But it’s not like you could tell Neil or anyone else you like him. Absolutely not. It would ruin the healthy competition between Gumshoe and your video store. And it would make you look hypocritical, considering how much you lightly bully Neil, especially when he wore those weird costumes at work.

“Two out of three?” Neil crosses his arms, sitting back in his chair, eyebrows raised.

“I think I’m gonna turn in, actually,” you start collecting the cards, neatly stacking them before putting them back in their respective package.

Neil mumbles a defeated, “Fine.” 

As you get up from the poker table, Lucien gives you an apologetic look from the ragged old couch sitting adjacent to it. Jonathan urges Neil to get up and accept his loss for the month. Meanwhile, your best friend and coworker Nina is busy aimlessly walking around the store, taking in the interesting scenery of Gumshoe Video. She acts as if she’s never been in here before, taking in various movies and movie posters. You walk over to her, card games in hand.

“Ready to go?” you ask her, and she looks up at you, only for her eyes to advert behind you as she becomes visibly flustered.

You turn to see Jonathan helping Neil pack up the games, smiling at your best friend.

“Does someone have a crush?” you coo, and Nina shoves your shoulder playfully.

“Me? Have a crush? You’re delusional!” she throws her hands in the air dramatically as she walks toward the door, you trailing behind her.

Nina goes into a rant about how she’d never date a guy from this city, much less a guy from our rival video store. You glance behind your shoulder, saluting Lucien and Jonathan as you leave. Neil doesn’t look at you.

The next few weeks are relatively slow at your movie store. You wonder if Gumshoe is doing any better. Judging by the new and more dramatic costumes that Neil has come up with, you’d say the answer is probably no. When you and Nina occasionally stop in there to casually scope out the place, you make sure to make a witty comment about whatever getup Neil is in that day. It always came with a frown from him and a laugh from you. Lucien would just act like he didn’t hear anything, a knowing smirk on his face when you meet gazes. You’d glare at him until he eventually went to do something else. You and Lucien are pretty cool with each other, and he figured out how you feel about Neil pretty quickly. Lucien wasn’t stupid by any means. Jonathan was too busy stupidly flirting with Nina to notice how your stare would sometimes linger on Neil for too long. Nina knew, of course, but she didn’t care much. She always figured you and Neil had something going on whether you two knew it or not.

It’s nearing the end of the month, which means another game night soon. You hope Neil has gotten over whatever animosity he felt toward you for winning the last game. How he reacted was odd- he usually didn’t make such a fuss. Once again, you figure it has to do with his breakup. But then again, he’s been kind of grouchy even before the split and well after it so far. You’re in your office at your video store gathering the games you’re bringing, along with a bottle of alcohol to spice things up. Maybe Neil could loosen up a little. Nina knocks on the door as she walks in, ready to go.

“Got the stuff?” she asks.

“Yep,” you say, popping the ‘p’ as you turn out your office light.

The two of you begin walking to Gumshoe as the sun sets. Nina starts talking about something Jonathan said the last time you were at their video store, to which you roll your eyes. Definitely not a crush at all, you think to yourself. You arrive at the store, knocking on the glass as you wait for one of the boys to unlock the door. Neil approaches and opens the door, allowing you and Nina in. You walk over to the poker table, where Lucien and Jonathan are already seated.

“So tonight we’re gonna try something new,” Neil claps, rubbing his hands together as he grins deviously.

“And what’s that?” you wonder, sitting down the bottle of alcohol in the middle of the table.

“Strip poker,” Neil smirks, grabbing the bottle, “And this will definitely make it more interesting.”

“Strip poker?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, or, well, strip UNO and whatnot,” Neil shrugs.

“Uhh,” Lucien chuckles nervously, “I’m good. I’ll just be the moderator tonight.”

“Oh, come on, Luc,” you pout, “Don’t make me suffer alone.”

“You won’t be suffering alone. Jonathan and Nina will be here with you, right guys?”

Jonathan opens his mouth and then closes it, looking to Nina for her response.

“Uhh, sure. I guess. But I’m not getting naked, that’s for sure,” Nina scoffs, falling into a poker chair.

“Thank you,” you throw your head back in relief, sitting beside Nina. Neil sits across from you as Jonathan takes the seat to your right, already grabbing the bottle of alcohol from Nina and taking a swig.

“Let’s get this started.”

You run your hands through your hair. Tonight was going to be a long night.

“Any article of clothing counts, right?” Nina asks after the first round of 21 is completed, meaning everyone but Jonathan, who had won, had to take something off.

“Correct,” Neil answers.

“Cool. Take my shoe and shove it up your ass, then, Neil,” Nina pulls off her shoe, pushing it into Neil’s chest.

He rolls his eyes, “Whatever.”

You decide to remove a shoe, and Neil does the same, tossing it behind him. 

“Another round?” Jonathan asks, sipping the whiskey that he brought.

You thought about taking a swig yourself but decided to wait until it was absolutely needed. 

“Sure,” Neil drawls, reshuffling the cards before dealing them.

This time, you win, and everyone begrudgingly removes another shoe or a sock. Nina snatches the vodka bottle from the table, taking a large gulp of it before slamming it back down. 

“Gonna chicken out already?” Neil taunts, gathering the cards to shuffle once more.

“No,” Nina says pensively, “It’s just lame that everyone else has to be involved in your weirdly sexual revenge plot against my favorite coworker over losing a stupid game.”

“I’m your only coworker,” you glare at Nina.

“Exactly. Now, if I will dip if it comes down to me flashing you guys my tits. Unless this alcohol starts setting in soon, then we’ll see.”

You raise your almost empty first cup, “Cheers to that.”

“Let’s get back to the game,” Neil grumbles.

No one says anything about Nina’s comment. After two more rounds of 21, you’re without a sock and shoe on your right foot and a shoe missing on your left. Neil has no socks or shoes, while Nina is just shoeless. Jonathan already took one for the team and removed his shirt and his other shoe after everyone lost to Nina twice in a row. Lucien cheered and clapped dramatically when Jonathan stripped his shirt, Lucien snatching the shirt and whipping it around like a lasso. It’s the first time tonight you see Neil crack a smile. 

“How about we switch to a board game now? Something quick, of course,” Nina shrugs.

“Be my guest,” Neil says, and Nina chooses Connect 4.

“Jonathan and I can go first,” she grins wickedly.

“Good luck, dude. She’s a master at this game,” you warn Jonathan, who cracks his knuckles.

“Nothing I can’t handle. I beat Lucien at this all the time,” he says, and Lucien protests.

“Only because you cheat,” Lucien says matter-of-factly.

“Well, since you're the moderator, you can make sure I don’t, huh?” Jonathan bites back.

Neil cackles while Lucien purses his lips together into a line, wordlessly watching as Nina separates the color pieces.

After 3 rounds of Connect 4, Jonathan has won one and Nina the other. You beat Neil once already, and now it was time to see if he’d win or lose this final round. You’re nervous because if you lose, you have to remove a pretty vital item of clothing. It didn’t matter if it was pants, your shirt, or whatever- it would be embarrassing. You carefully calculate your moves, studying Neil’s determined and methodical facial expression. He catches you in a trap, letting his color piece fall on top of yours, blocking you from your final winning move.

“Fuck,” you seethe, dropping your head onto your arms.

“Fuck is right, my dear,” Neil slides the lever, letting all the pieces fall onto the table, “Now strip.”

You scowl, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra, pulling the straps over your arms, and tossing it to the floor. Neil watches, his eyebrows raised. Jonathan scoffs, and Lucien is distracted by the music video playing on TV. Nina laughs at Neil’s face.

“Neil, my guy, you look like a tomato,” Nina teases.

“Do not,” he protests childishly, gathering the colored pieces and putting them back into their little bag.

Jonathan checks his watch, “Shit. Gotta head to bed. Double shift tomorrow,” he frowns.

Lucien also checks his watch, “Yeah, I oughta go too. Early morning.”

Neil sighs, “Well, if you guys are up for it,” he motions to you and Nina, “I’ll still play.”

“I actually am getting sleepy, but I think Y/N is totally down to stay,” Nina volunteers you with a smile. 

You go to protest, but everyone is already heading out the door, leaving you with Neil.

“Well, shit. I guess it’s just you and I,” you scratch your neck.

“Yep,” Neil nods, pulling out UNO, “Wanna rematch?”

“Sure,” you chuckle, “But you can’t pout when I beat your ass again.”

You’re nearing the end of the first round, and your heart is starting to beat out of your chest. Both of you have one card left. And you’re going to have to remove your pants if you lose. You aren’t sure if you want to cross that line with Neil or not, but a game is a game. And you aren’t about to turn down your win streak and look like a fool. You draw a blue 9, to which Neil slams down his final card. A blue 5. 

“Noo,” you drawl, and Neil cheers.

You put your head down on the table in defeat.

“Time to-”

“Strip. Yeah, I know,” you sigh, lifting your head.

You reach down and hesitantly undo your pants, pulling them past your thighs and down your legs before kicking them away. Neil doesn’t look anywhere but your face as he shuffles the cards, his cheeks turning red. You nervously keep your legs closed, scooting closer to the table. 

In the next round, Neil loses, removing his shirt. His torso is slim yet fit for his size, and you can’t help but stare. Neil clears his throat, and you quickly look away. Now, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. It was way more intense than your usual tension. Especially since if you lose this next round, you’ll be showing something very revealing. Thankfully, Neil loses again, having to strip his pants this time. But it only makes you more anxious.

“We don’t have to continue if you don’t feel comfortable,” Neil says.

You shake your head, “I’m fine. I’m not pussying out.”

“Alright,” Neil puts his hands up.

You watch him unwaveringly as he shuffles the cards, distributing 7 for each of you. As the game progresses, you and Neil exchange increasingly heated glances. You catch yourself pressing your thighs together, biting your lip when you catch Neil staring at your nipples poking through your shirt. It’s time for the final draw, and to your horror, you lose again. Sighing, you begrudgingly grab the vodka and chug it. When you put the bottle down, you look at Neil, and he looks at you. Hesitantly, you grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. Neil keeps his eyes on yours, visibly trying not to look at your breasts. He clears his throat and shuffles the cards, focusing intently on them. Neil tosses the cards between the two of you, his eyes nervously flickering between your tits and the cards. Neil gathers his cards, neatly stacking them and putting them face down before standing up from his seat.

“I’ll, uh, be right back. Don’t look at my cards,” he says, his voice strained.

When he stands, you notice the painful bulge in his jeans, and the alcohol gives you a moment of bravery.

“Neil. Stay.”

Neil stops in his tracks, not turning to look at you, “Can’t.”

“Why is that? Never seen a pair of tits before?”

Neil rolls his eyes at your joke, turning back to you, “It’s not that. I just-”

You grab Neil’s hand, pulling him down harshly so his face is level enough with yours to kiss him.

“You’re not helping,” Neil whines after he pulls away, uncomfortably shifting around. 

“I mean, I could if you let me,” you say, biting your lip nervously, worried he’d reject you.

But maybe he won’t. Maybe he needs you badly enough that he won’t pass up your opportunity. You hope he doesn’t.

“Wouldn’t it be, I don’t know, weird?” Neil grimaces.

“Not if you don’t make it weird,” you say sassily, your hand now in his hair, gently pulling at his locks. 

“Fine,” Neil closes his eyes, exhaling shakily, “Let’s go to the couch.”

He walks over to the beat-up sofa, letting himself fall into the cushions. You get up from your chair, moving quickly to kneel on the floor in front of Neil. He stares down at you, gulping as you fumble with the fly of his jeans. You aren’t going to lie, you’ve been waiting for this moment for some time. Granted, it wasn’t here in the video store, but you’ll take what you can get. You pull Neil out from the confines of his pants and underwear, immediately marveling at his size and girth. He groans at the contact of your hand around him and spreads his thighs apart as you kitten lick his tip. You take Neil into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you slide your head down into his lap. Your nose touches his pelvis, his hair tickling it as you let him hit the back of your throat. Gagging around him momentarily, you take a deep breath and focus on the feeling of him filling you up.

“Just like that,” Neil praises, his fingers carding through your hair.

A swirl of your tongue sends his head lolling back on the couch, and he glances down through his lashes to watch you bob your head along his length. Your hands grip his thighs to hold him steady as you gain a rhythm, letting his hand guide your head back and forth. Neil’s hips stutter as he involuntarily thrusts into your mouth, and you gasp through your nose as you try not to gag. 

“Sorry,” Neil cringes, a moan leaving him immediately after you keep him deeper in your throat, letting it pulse around his head.

You stare into Neil’s intense blue eyes, now overtaken by his dilated pupils. Both of his hands are in your hair, gripping harshly as you move your head up and down even faster. Neil curses, hissing as you play with his balls with one of your hands, urging him closer to the edge. You can feel him twitching inside your mouth, letting you know he’s close. Suddenly, you pull off him.

“Fuck my throat,” you say breathlessly, jerking his wet cock with your hand as you wait for his answer.

“Are you sure?” Neil asks.

“Yes,” you say before putting him back into your mouth. 

When you let his tip hit the back of your throat again, Neil then pulls out, slamming back into your mouth with a strangled cry. Slowly, he starts finding a good pace, not thrusting enough to hurt you but enough for your throat to be sore tomorrow. Spit and precum are spilling out of the sides of your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gag and moan around him. You wish you could see the situation from a different point of view just to see how Neil is wrecking you right now. 

“You like me fucking your face like this, sweetheart?” Neil grunts, his hands holding your face and wiping away your tears.

You attempt a nod but fail, letting out a hum of content instead. 

“Gonna cum in your pretty mouth,” Neil moans.

You let him continue fucking into your face until he twitches a final time, his cum shooting down your tongue and throat. You allow Neil to pull out of you, and you close your mouth to swallow his load. You open your mouth to show him it’s all gone, to which he lets out a weak groan.

“That’s hot. I didn’t know you could do that with that sassy mouth of yours.”

You shrug, “There’s lots of things I can do with it. Now, lay down.”

Neil obeys, scrambling to lie down on the couch. You stand up, peeling off your soaking underwear and moving it away with your toe. You climb above Neil, “Ever had anyone sit on your face?”

“No,” he exhales, shaking his head.

“Would you like to?”

Neil nods vigorously, and you move up enough to rest your foot on the couch's armrest and press your knee next to Neil’s head, spreading open enough for him to have plenty of access. He marvels at the sight of your arousal and the fact it was all for him. He reaches tentatively to your folds, spreading them further as you lower yourself to his face.

Neil then drags his tongue up your wet slit, avoiding your clit entirely as he gathers your slick. You whimper at the feeling of the contact of his warm tongue on you, your pussy sensitive from lack of touch and being incredibly turned on. Neil then flicks the tip of his tongue along your clit, circling and teasing it. You cry out, gripping the couch with one hand and his hair with the other. You buck your hips as he swirls his wet tongue around your cunt, lapping up everything you’re giving him. 

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you moan, meeting Neil’s eyes below you.

Neil doesn’t respond but instead dips his tongue into your entrance, twisting it as he starts fucking you with it. Your grip on his hair tightens as you start rocking your hips on his tongue. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you seethe, feeling warmth spreading in your belly.

Neil replaces his tongue with two fingers, moving his focus back to your clit as he sucks on it, pounding his fingers into you. He finds your G spot relatively quickly, considering you nearly jump out of your skin when he rubs his fingertips against it. You’re a mess, sweating, moaning, and swiveling your hips shakily on Neil’s mouth and fingers. 

“I’m close,” you warn, the tight knot in your stomach threatening to come undone any moment.

Neil picks up his speed on flicking his tongue and harshly suckling your bundle of nerves, letting his teeth graze against it as he adds a third finger. He lets you fuck yourself on his fingers hard as he lets his teeth bite into your clit softly, sending you over the edge. Your body shakes, your legs nearly giving out on you as Neil guides you through your orgasm. He holds onto your hips, keeping you steady as you buck them wildly. When you slow down, panting, he removes his fingers and sucks off your juices from them.

“You’re a filthy little fucker,” you chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you dismount from Neil’s face.

Everything about Neil acting weird and ornery around you suddenly makes sense. From the sneaky glances during game nights to him occasionally stopping in your video store to snoop for no reason, it was all for you. Just like everything you did was all for him as well. 

“So who wins this round, hm?” he asks jokingly, wiping his face with the back of his arm.

“Truce?” you ask sweetly, moving to sit on Neil’s fully clothed thighs.

Neil sighs, a weak smile on his lips, “Sure.”

“Now take off your pants,” you urge, “It’s time for round two of this game.”

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[hamsterclaw]

Sanctity

Your ex-husband is at a wedding with you, and it feels like you don't exist. Part of the Love series, read the rest here.

Pairing: Namjoon x afab! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Exes, angst

Warnings: Swearing

When you were invited to this wedding, your university friend Soojin had told you that Namjoon was going to be best man.

Soojin’s groom, Alex, has been friends with Namjoon since childhood, so you weren’t surprised at all.

You’d texted Namjoon about the wedding but he hadn’t bothered to reply.

You’d assumed that he was busy, you’ve been slammed at work too, it’s always hectic in the runup to Christmas.

The wedding ceremony is in a 15th century chapel, tucked in the side streets of the very edges of the city, and the wedding celebration in a boutique hotel nearby.

You’re chatting to one of your old university friends at the drinks reception after the ceremony when Namjoon arrives.

He looks irresistible in his navy suit. Perfect. Unattainable.

He’s not alone.

He’s got a stunning woman on his arm, and they’re both laughing like she’s just said the funniest thing in the world.

Your ex-husband’s dimples flash, and he bends down solicitously, steadying her as her heel gets caught in her beautiful gown.

Their show of unity hits you like a kick in the chest.

Namjoon looks up, catches the stricken look on your face that you aren’t emotionally nimble enough to hide.

Your eyes lock.

A breath is all it takes before he turns away like he never saw you.

***

There’s a startling clarity to your feelings as you try your hardest to avoid your ex and his date at this small, intimate wedding.

You’re hurt.

Hurt that he didn’t bother to tell you he was bringing a date to this wedding.

Hurt that as much as you’re trying to avoid him, he seems to be just as keen to avoid you.

You know he’s been dating since the divorce, well, you both have.

You owe each other nothing.

You smile distractedly at the ex-classmate you’re struggling to find common ground with.

What’s his name?

Louis? Lewis? 

You’re too scattered to remember.

He’s telling you about his recent divorce, which is making you think about your own divorce.

Two years ago.

Have you and Namjoon really been fucking around for two whole years after the divorce was finalised?

Shit.

You can’t blame him for wanting to move on.

Louis steadies you as someone bumps into you from behind, jostling you.

There’s kindness in his eyes.

You force yourself to focus.

‘Divorce is hard,’ you say, a lame attempt at keeping the conversational ball going.

Louis, the gentleman that he is, says, ‘People who’ve been through it tell me it gets easier over time.’

‘I don’t know that it does,’ you say, the first truth you’ve spoken tonight.

Louis looks at you curiously, but you’re in no mood to extrapolate. 

You swallow the rest of your drink and excuse yourself to use the bathroom.

You don’t recognise yourself in the mirror, that’s the honest truth.

Sure, you’re wearing the clothes and jewellery you put on earlier today, and your hair is still how you styled it, but you look completely different.

You’re flustered and frazzled and anguished.

Worst of all, you’re a fool.

You add colour to your cheeks to hide how drained you look, top up your lipstick in a desperate attempt to fix your face, but you know it’s futile.

You emerge from the bathroom and realise everyone’s heading to their tables for the meal.

You check the table plan and head for your seat.

You force a smile for the vaguely familiar people at your table and are pulling your chair out when a hand lands next to yours on the back of the chair.

You follow the line of the arm, up to the shoulder, up the curl of hair just touching his collar, up to his face.

Min Yoongi.

‘Let me,’ he says, smiling at you politely.

He seats you, then sits in the chair next to yours.

‘I didn’t know you were coming to this wedding,’ you say.

The truth is, you’re grateful for his familiarity.

You don’t know Yoongi well, but he and Namjoon are close friends and he’d joined you for dinner a few times whilst you and Namjoon were still married.

‘I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it back in time,’ Yoongi admits. ‘I wrapped up a project in Kowloon last night.’

You know Yoongi works for his family business.

‘Have you been busy lately?’ you ask.

Yoongi signals to the waiter, hands you a glass of white. 

‘No busier than usual,’ he says. ‘I think Namjoon’s been busy though.’

‘Yeah?’ you say, carefully neutral.

‘Seen much of him lately?’ Yoongi asks, taking a sip of his wine.

‘Not a lot,’ you say, truthfully.

‘Me either,’ Yoongi says.

You take another sip of wine.

‘So how come you’re at the singles table?’ you ask, trying to change the subject.

Yoongi rakes a hand through his hair.

 ‘No one will put up with me,’ he says, straightfaced.

‘I’m really taking one for the team, sitting next to you,’ you say, deadpan.

‘You definitely deserve extra dessert,’ Yoongi shoots back.

The laughter that bubbles out of you at his remark goes a long way towards easing the tension you’ve been feeling all night.

Yoongi smiles. His hand lands on the table, rings gleaming as he fiddles with the wedding favours scattered on the white linen.

‘I’m hungry,’ he tells you. ‘I hope the food’s good.’

You’re not sure you’ve got any appetite but you murmur in agreement anyway.

At least you can’t see Namjoon and his date from where you’re sitting.

Yoongi’s got a knack for filling in the blanks in the conversation, but even better, he doesn’t mind silence. 

His company carries you through the different courses so well you feel like you need to thank him. 

You’re about to, when a delicate tinkling fills the air. 

You turn around to see that it’s your ex-husband, standing, tall and handsome in his suit, especially now that his tie’s loosened a little. 

He’s holding up a glass of champagne. 

‘I hope you’ve enjoyed your meals everyone. As Alex’s best man, I’ll be guiding through the speeches this evening,’ he says, smooth, confident, charming. 

He’s always been good at commanding a room. 

You feel disconnected, numb as Namjoon introduces Alex’s father, Soojin’s father, Soojin’s maid of honour for their speeches, applauding mechanically. 

You don’t take in a single word any of them have said. 

Through it all, Namjoon provides a charming, easy commentary, until it’s time for his own speech. 

‘I’ve known Alex since we were kids,’ Namjoon says, ‘and believe me, there are stories that I could tell, but I did promise that I wasn’t going to embarrass him in front of his nonna.’ 

There’s a ripple of laughter. 

You’re transfixed. 

You’re trying to remember when you last heard Namjoon speak like this. 

All of your interactions for years have been snappy, impactful, sexy, but he hasn’t sounded like this in years. 

He sounds relaxed, confident. 

Happy. 

You sit rigidly as Namjoon shares an anecdote, to the hilarity of the room. 

It’s the final part of his speech that breaks you. 

‘I can truly say that I’ve never seen a couple more perfectly matched than Soojin and Alex. I can only hope that all of us have the privilege of experiencing a love like theirs at one point in our lives.’ 

You can’t help yourself. 

You’re staring at him, wondering if he can feel your gaze on him. 

Namjoon raises his glass in a toast. 

There’s a sigh from the room, followed by a wave of applause. 

It’s the perfect ending to the speeches. 

Namjoon never once glances your way. 

****

You don’t stay for dancing, just exit as quietly and discreetly as you can. 

You slip on the beautiful coat you bought just for this wedding, do up the buttons mechanically. 

Head out the entrance, sighing with relief when the front of the hotel is empty, save for you. 

Well, not quite. 

There’s a shifting to your left, you turn just in time to see Yoongi straighten up, ice cubes clinking in his glass as he steps forward, out of the shadows. 

‘I didn’t mean to startle you,’ he says mildly. 

‘You didn’t,’ you reply. ‘I’ve got an early start tomorrow, I should get going.’ 

Yoongi nods. ‘Can I give you a ride?’ 

‘I’ve got a taxi on its way,’ you demur. ‘Besides, I don’t want you to have to leave because of me.’ 

Yoongi nods again.

Then he gives you a half-smile. ‘Want the rest of my drink?’ 

You glance at him, surprised. 

He holds out the drink to you. 

The whiskey goes down smooth, a mellow fire that warms you. 

‘Thanks,’ you say. You put your hand on his arm as he takes the glass back. ‘Thanks for tonight.’ 

Your words brim with meaning, you don’t want to explain but you get the sense he knows, anyway. 

He’s been friends with Namjoon for years. 

There’s kindness in his eyes as he covers your hand with his, gives yours a gentle squeeze. 

The sliding doors to the hotel slide open, but your taxi’s arrived, so you don’t look back. 

You get into the cab and breathe the first breath you feel like you’ve taken in hours. 

You turn your head to wave goodbye to Yoongi, only to see Namjoon standing next to him. 

Your eyes meet for the briefest of moments before the taxi drives you away. 

©hamsterclaw 2023

#kim namjoon fic #namjoon x reader #bts fic #namjoon x you

[jakeotters]

Neilewia with a actress reader, he thinks it's very cool but now gets jealous because of.one scene where she has a romantic scene with a costar

jealous (neil lewis x afab!reader) - pt. I

warnings: implied/mentions of sexual content but nothing explicit, swearing

author’s note: neil gets jealous, that’s about it

part II

“come on, it can’t be that bad.”

neil sat down beside you, drink in his hand. he sat your drink on the table before putting his legs up, relaxing next to you.

“neil, we don’t have do this, i mean, can’t we watch any of my other movies?”

he’d been insisting that you guys should watch this one movie you’d done. it wasn’t that the movie was bad— it was arguably one of the best you’d done; it was that there was a scene in it.

the scene wasn’t long, it was your first time doing a scene like that. but it was enough that you were unsure of how neil would react, and frankly; you didn’t want to find out.

neil ignored your request to watch something else and turned on the movie. you swallowed and moved to get comfortable, trying to focus on the screen. the scene wasn’t until farther in the movie but you still felt uncomfortable and anxious.

“see, i don’t know what you were worried about.”

neil spoke up about 20 minutes into the movie. you’d been silent the entire time, too nervous to say anything.

“neil, really, we should watch something else.”

you insisted one last time, but again, your request was ignored.

more time went by and eventually you made it to the build up of the intimate scene. you cowered into the cushions, holding on to your blanket for some sort of comfort.

it took neil a moment to realize what was happening, but when he did, you could see it. you saw his jaw clench, his eyes narrowing as he watched the scene in front of him.

neil was silent as he watched your co-star move on top of you, your body moving beneath him as you moaned, mimicking the pleasure your character was supposed to feel.

the scene felt like it dragged on, even though it was only a few minutes long. you let out a breath when it was over, now waiting for neil to break his silence.

“you didn’t tell me about that.”

neil kept his eyes on the screen as he spoke to you, his voice now deep and his words coated in jealousy.

“i told you we didn’t have to-”

“because you knew how i’d feel about that? about your co-star fucking you?”

“neil, you know it’s not real-”

neil finally looked at you. he was jealous, you could practically see the green of envy glowing on his skin.

“you could’ve been honest.”

“i didn’t know how you’d react.”

neil’s jaw clenched again. he leaned towards you, his lips close to yours as you felt his warm breath hit your skin.

“how i’d react? oh darling, i’ll make you remember that no one else can— or will— make you feel as good as i do.”

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[darlingsfandom]

Supportive best friend

Pairing: Neil Lewis x AFAB reader !

Smut ! Swearing! P in V

Brief description: On Neil's big night, you support him in a way he always hoped for !

Neil was grinning ear to ear watching the little commercial he just filmed for GumShoe. Everyone was there to support him. Old and new friends, he looked everywhere but his eyes never found you. As the commercial came to an end Neil gave his speech about how thankful he is for all the support and fuck the big corporations.

You had seen Neil watching the commercial and while doing so, you snuck off into his office. You heard his voice getting closer talking to more of the friends that were there. You waited on his desk swinging your legs back and forth until your ears perked up to the sound of the door handle creaking.

Neil quickly let himself in and locked the door while turning his back to the glass and ran his hands over his face.

"Stressed?" You asked softly. Neil jumped a little before he smiled at you and ran to wrap his arms around you.

"I thought you weren't here!" He kissed your cheeks before looking at you with a red face.

"I've been here Neil. I snuck in to surprise you. You really think I wouldn't support my best friend! Even if he's wearing an ugly prom tux from the eighties!" You chuckled between words as he gave you a fake pout. You got up off his desk and wrapped your arms around his waist before laying your head into the powdered blue ruffles of the ugly shirt you just mentioned.

"Hey wait... it's not the ugly!" Neil patted your head gently before you stood up straight and looked him in the eyes. Neither of you moved. The sounds of people slowly leaving the shop filled your ears. Your hands held Neil's as you bit your bottom lip. "How come you do that?" Neil broke your thoughts. "You do it a lot !" His finger poked your bottom lip and without a second thought your lips were wrapped around his finger. Neil looked at you with shock but it slowly faded away as you sucked slowly while looking into his eyes.

"Because...." you slid his finger from your mouth. You stood up on your tip toes and smiled before pressing your lips against his. "I've been in love with you for awhile now Neil." You pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"Really? I thought I was imagining it! This is awesome!" You giggled a little bit before shaking your head and kissing him hard. It got hot and heavy fast as his hands snaked under your shirt and unclasped your bra. He helped out of your shirt and bra before standing back to admire your tits. You felt exposed as you put yourself on his desk and leaned back on your hands.

"You have pretty boobs!" Neil mentally slapped himself and you could see it written on his face.

"Thank you!" Your cheeks were red as cherries before Neil stepped closer and placed his hands on your boobs. You bit your lip and watched Neil's hands. Neil leaned in and kissed you as his finger tips trailed over your nipples, toying with them and drew a soft main from your lips. His lips pressed into your neck softly at first before his teeth scraped against your pressure points. His fingers pinching and twisting your nipples while you felt his bulge pressing hard into your thigh.

"Neil!" You shrieked as he bit down on your nipple. His free travels between your legs and spread them.

"Fuck! You're wet." He mumbled against your neck. "And no panties? You really know how to support me!" He smirked against your boobs before giving them another bite.

"Shut up and fuck me Neil!" You raised your hips from the desk. Normally Neil would be offended you told him to shut up but how could he be when the most beautiful pussy was spread wide and wet for him. Neil fumbled with his pants for a minute before stepping out of them and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Fuck umm condom? I don't have one and I don't ..."

"Neil! I've waited long enough for you to fuck me. Forgot the damn condom and fuck me!" You pulled him by his shirt yo kiss him hard. Neil kissed you back as he lined the head on his cock against your folds and slowly pushed in you. You gasped loudly as he stretched you out.

"Fuuuck! You're tight! Never fucked someone so tight!" Neil gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"That's because you took my virginity Neil !"

"Oh shit! Really! Fuck I'm sorry!" Neil slowly pulled out.

"Oh my god Neil! I was joking! I lost my virginity before I met you. But if it helps.... you're only my second partner!" Neil looked at you confused. "Come on, give it to me Neil! If it makes you feel better, you're dick is way bigger than his!" Neil grinned ear to ear again before he grabbed your hips and slammed into you hard. Neil felt possession take over his body as you laid below him with soft eyes and big bouncing tits.

"Yeah! Best dick you ever had huh? Tell me the truth!"

"Fuck! Yes Neil ! Best dick I've had! Prettiest dick I've seen... OOOH FUCK! " Neil twisted his hips to hit a different angle inside of you. You cried out making sure to scratch down his back. Neil was already ready to cum because to be honest, it had been awhile since he had sex. And he never thought you of all people would fuck him. You're his best friend, his soulmate in weirdness and you were falling apart below him as he felt your pussy clenching him hard.

"Neil please! I know this is quick for our first time but fuck please ! Gonna cum!" You whimpered below him and that's all he needed to hear before he came deep inside of you. You came against his cock. Both of you laid on his desk holding each other while out of breath.

"I'm sorry I came so fast!" Neil held your hand and rubbed your knuckles .

"Oh Neil... that was only round one of the night!"

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[delopsia]

Human | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 1,300  Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: AFAB! Reader, post-argument make-ups. Argument is never truly elaborated on, brief mention of alcohol. Slight hurt if you squint, but mostly comfort. This was a warmup I didn't intend to be posted, but Lewis added Human by Cody Johnson to his Rhett playlist, and well 🧍‍♂️ here's a snippet of the growing pains that come with Rhett learning to be more than just a cowboy 💕  

The moment your eyes close, music starts to play. 

Distant. Muffled. The barely there strummings of a guitar that you could have sworn was still sitting by the dresser. Reluctant, your eyes flicker open again, invisible flames licking at the corners of them as you look toward that old, hand-welded guitar stand. Already know what you'll find. Yet, surprised to find that confirmation.

Empty.

Just because there is music doesn't mean you need to face it. 

You can very well close your eyes again. Sleep off the exhaustion and deal with this in the morning when your mind is clear, and your heart is too sleepy to ache. But dealing with it in the morning means waiting and fitful sleep, brought on by the looming, empty space behind you. Lacking the warm, protective presence you've grown so accustomed to.

Your feet hit the cold floor at the same time that the guitar's player misses a note. This old hardwood has yet to creak as you walk across it, so familiar with the noisiest spots that you avoid them by instinct, and yet, the player seems to sense you coming. A once-perfect melody dissolving into a cluttered array of noises that hardly resembles what it once was.

The screen door squeals as you push it open, effectively silences the old guitar altogether.

It's dark; hard to see when you have nothing but the moonlight to go by, but you don't need it to know who's sitting on the old porch swing. Ankles crossed, the spurs on his boots glinting in the light. The ones you got him for his birthday last year because he kept glancing at them in the store. Never able to tear his eyes off the things he wants the most.

Like now. 

The full moon is just bright enough for you to see the way he tears his gaze off of you, only for it to flicker back as you cross the porch. Even now, he can't hide it. Your mouths remain sealed as you settle into the space next to him, the swing gently swaying as you do so. It's hard to talk when your throat is raw and your voice is weaker than the sleepy breeze that sweeps past.

On its own, your hand raises; he stiffens. Unable to move as your fingers curl around his jaw, your thumb rising to smooth over a bruised cheekbone. Some parting gift from a bull he rode last weekend. Those eyes glimmer a little more than they did before. Bottom lip quivering like a leaf in the Autumn breeze. 

That old guitar shakes as he sets it down, unable to keep it in his grip for the few seconds it takes him to do it. Eyelashes flutter, fighting back a flood that they're not strong enough to stop because a tear rolls down his cheek anyway. Caught midway by your thumb, only to be joined by another, and another, and another. 

"Rhett."

He breaks. 

Features scrunching. Collapsing into you so quickly that the swing sways with it, rocking back and forth. Your arms wrap around him, hardly able to cling to his shuddering frame. That usually cold nose of his is hot, burning against your neck as he buries his face into it. 

"I'm sorry," his voice breaks, interrupted by a hiccup. Can't quite get his voice out, and it's not because of your not-so-tame argument earlier. 

"It's okay," there's a soreness in your throat that makes it difficult to get around those syllables, overused and inflamed; you don't sound much better than he does, "You didn't mean to do it."

But Rhett's head shakes. A small, barely there motion that you doubt he notices he's doing. "No, it's not," his arms are tight around you, not letting go, even as he leans back to meet your eye, "I shouldn't have raised my voice at you in the first place."

You can argue with him on this; you're better with words than he is, know how to sell your point like a used car salesman during a recession. But you're not going to; too much of your evening has been spent bickering and pushing points that matter a whole lot less than they seem to. No, you're much happier with leaning in and pressing a kiss to his forehead, lingering there a moment too long.

"I don't know if 'm doin' this right," this close, you can catch the hint of whiskey on his breath; barely there, a whisper of what it could be. Doesn't assault your senses like it does when he's had enough to get himself drunk. You don't know how recently he's had it, but he's sober enough to notice you catch the scent. "Had half a glass, 's all."

Dramatic, your eyebrows raise. "Only half?" Raising your palm to feel his forehead, then his cheeks. "Are you feeling alright?"

The corners of his eyes turn upward, brought on by a watery smile, "was that sour apple shit my mom gave us."

"That bad, huh?" You really should address your argument, settle it while you're both too tired to get riled up again, but as he pushes your noses together, rubbing back and forth in that ticklish little kiss, it goes flying out the window. Not every argument needs to be solved right this second, but it's hard to ignore the wetness remaining on your shoulder. Tears, drying against your nightshirt.

Rhett's quiet again. 

Yet, somehow, that's all the answer you needed. 

It's easy settling into this rocking chair, bodies leaning into each other without care. One of his arms drapes around your shoulders, drawing you into his chest, while the swing rocks back and forth. A soothing dance that lulls your eyes shut, unable to keep them open any longer.

"Thank you." He murmurs, lips tickling your temple.

"For what?" 

The arm around you tightens, pulls you a smidge closer, erasing the last of the space between your bodies. One of those subconscious things he does when he's biding for more time to find what words he wants to use. "For not making me feel like something that needs to be fixed." Pausing again, interrupted by a stray hiccup. "I know I can...be a lot to deal with."

He says it as if you didn't know what you were getting into with him. Like you didn't already understand that cowboys like him all have the same burning issue. 

"You're learning," reaching for his hand as you speak, watching how yours practically disappears in his grasp, "I can't fault you for that."

Because everyone knows that Rhett Abbott was born and raised to be a cowboy. To spend his life working the family ranch, pick up for his brother's slack, and, if he still had the energy after all that, make his father proud by winning the county rodeo. A man worth bearing the Abbott family name. Something to brag about during family get-togethers. 

All those expectations, and they forgot one simple little thing.

They never raised him to be human. 

But he's getting there. 

His boots hit the floor, not so subtly telling you that he's about to get up but not quite going through with it yet. The wateriness in his eyes replaced by a childish sparkle fueled by whatever is brewing behind his growing smile.

"Y'wanna dance with me?" 

How did you know he was about to ask that? "You don't know how to dance." 

"Maybe," leaning closer, bumping your foreheads together, "But you always laugh when I trip and fall on my ass." 

He's barely held his hand out before you're taking it. Letting him pull you up from the swing, off to spin around in the grass until someone inevitably falls. Already giggling before you've even made it off the porch together.

Dancing in the middle of the night won't fix things, but maybe they don't need fixing. 

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[midnightreid]

Dirty Thing | Eddie Munson

Request: an eddie x reader where reader is giving eddie SO much attitude and just egging him on all day (maybe even flirts with steve just to really get under his skin) and eventually eddie just has enough and puts her in her place. spanking, use of his handcuffs, using his bandana as a gag because she just won’t stop mouthing off because this is exactly what she wanted while he fucks her so hard she’s screaming and squirting all over his cock and he just keeps going.

Summary: You've pushed the limit with teasing Eddie tonight, and he's going to do everything in your power to eat your own words. Hold on tight little thing. The reader is AFAB, but uses gender-neutral pronouns!

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (reader receiving), teasing, handcuffs, gag, spanking, DOM! EDDIE, sub reader, mouthy reader, unprotected sex, swearing, mention of a safeword (but not used), aftercare!

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this piece after my 3 week writing break, and especially after some other requests have been hard to write. This just came so easily, and anon I hope you enjoy it!

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Sometimes, Eddie was the most patient man, always charming, always waiting for his turn and always willing to meet your needs. But tonight, after he watched you dance with all his bandmates after a show, in tight jeans wrapped around your figure and a shirt that left hardly anything to the imagination, Eddie wasn’t playing around anymore. 

When the two of you finally arrived back at his trailer in the very early hours of the morning, he was near fuming, slamming the door closed behind him and throwing his keys on the bench before turning on you. Sure, you liked seeing him riled up, liked making your boy feel the lust running through his veins to a point he couldn’t do anything but kiss you till you were out of breath, but this was something new.

“You know, you can be a fucking tease when you want to.” His finger is right in his face as he glares at you, and if you didn’t know him well, you think he was actually angry. But this was Eddie, and as much as he liked having you to himself, he also adored showing you off. 

“Oh yeah, Eds? If I’m a tease, then I don’t even know what you were when you let Jennifer Lewis grind against you on stage.” You looked up at him through your lashes, yet Eddie wasn’t phased. 

“We always do that, sweetheart. But you never dance with the boys, you never let them touch you…you never let them…” His voice dropped off then as he gazed down at your figure, brown eyes darkening in the low light of the living room, and you knew right then that he wasn’t even angry, jealous maybe. 

“Of course I never let them touch me, Eddie.” One of your hands moves up to hold his shoulder, bringing him closer to you and letting him lean slightly into your touch. He ducks his head down somewhat so he can see you better through his long hair, and for a moment all he wants to do is kiss. “You’re the only one allowed to touch me, baby. Only one I’ll let kiss me, hold me, fuck me.” 

Eddie’s had it then, and without a moment of warning, he’s pressing you against a wall and kissing you breathless. His kisses are hard, and he’s got his whole body on yours, a hand in your hair and another holding your waist tightly. This is exactly what you wanted, and when his tongue presses against the crease of your lips, you can’t help but let out a desperate moan, not caring if you sounded so needy. 

He’s lapping it up, a hand wandering underneath your shirt and pressing against the skin of your stomach, making goosebumps rise up on your skin as his mouth moves from your lips and latches itself to your neck. He’s got you right where he wants you then, whining and bucking against him in a futile attempt to get more of what you wanted. You should be worried about the marks he was leaving, but you could care less, especially when he nips at your pulse point and soothes it with the tip of his tongue. 

“You know, I was thinking of taking it easy on you tonight, be soft and gentle…but I think I’ve decided to change plans.” Eddie picks you up then, hands gripping your thighs against his waist and lips pressed to your collarbone as he walks you towards his bedroom, kicking the door behind him. “If you want to be a little minx at one of my shows, then I’ll make you realise what you’re really in for.” He drops you on the bed then and towers over you.

“Oh, you think you can tame me, Munson? I’d like to see you try.” Eddie’s tether snaps then, and he’s kissing you again, a hand trapping both of yours above your head, and he’s lapping up the moans that spill from your mouth. Your eye catches something glinting to the side, and when you turn your head so he can have access to your throat again, you see the handcuffs in his hand, the ones that he always kept in his back pocket. You knew you were in for it then, but you only smirked, winking at Eddie when he caught your gaze.

“Fine then, have it your way. Now, remember, say “fire” if you need me to stop, okay baby?” Eddie’s watching you to make sure you’re listening, a hand cupping your face gently to keep your attention. But you nod, a grin wide on your face that makes Eddie grin back. 

“Do what you want with me, Eds.” With that confirmation, Eddie locks the cuffs around your wrist and hooks them around the headboard of his bed, stretching your arms out to a comfortable degree. He strips his jacket and shirt then, throwing the clothes to some corner of the room, and then his lips are back on your skin. 

It’s like Eddie can’t get enough of the taste of your skin, slightly sweet and just that little bit salty against his tongue, and when he breathes in your scent, he feels like he’s in heaven. But already you’re whining for more, demanding that he put his hands on you, make you come and devour you like you know he wants to, and he can’t have that. 

There’s a loud ripping sound that catches your attention, and suddenly your shirt is in pieces on the bed, giving Eddie clear sight of your perfect tits, which he doesn’t hesitate to pinch and massage. He’s always adored your tits, loves seeing them at every angle, loves watching as your nipples harden and can’t get enough of seeing the little bruises his mouth leaves from love bites that litter your skin. And when he finally gets his mouth on them tonight, he can’t help but let out a loud moan, finding some relief with your hot skin against his lips. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good with your mouth.” Eddie can’t help but smirk around your nipple in response to your praise, and when he pinches it gently between his teeth, your back is arching up into his touch, skin shining in the light of his bedroom lamp. You’re moaning loudly at the feeling of his biting touch, and your fingers are twisting in the chain of the cuffs. Eddie is lapping up the sight, his fingers playing with the waistband of the tiny skirt you’re wearing; the one you deliberately wore to rile him up. 

He knew what was underneath, and when he dipped his fingers under the hem and pressed them against your covered mound, he nearly laughed at how wet you were, feeling the tips of his fingers already being soaked.

“Damn, little thing. All I’ve done is play with your tits, and you’re already soaking through your panties. Who knew you were so easy for me?” His words were teasing, dripping with lust and want for you when he spoke near your ear, and all you could do was buck into his touch, wishing he’d move on quickly and give you some relief. 

“Eddie, please! Stop teasing me, fucking hell.” Eddie snaps his gaze up to you, and you know instantly you’ve made a mistake, but you’re also not going to take your words back. His eyes have a new fire in them, and for a moment he stills, thinking over his next move. 

He doesn’t take long, and soon you’re on your stomach against the bed, your ass over his lap and not having another second to breathe before his hand is hitting your ass. He’s not taking it easy on you, not starting off gentle or giving you a moment to relax. Instead, his hand is harsh against your skin, the cool metal of his rings sending shocks down your spine in equal parts pleasure and pain, and fuck, you can’t get enough.

“You think you get to demand things from me tonight? Whine and bed and be a bossy little thing?” Eddie slams his hand down against your ass once more, earning a pitchy whine from you, music to his ears, and he can’t help but grin when he sees a tear fall from your eye. “No, not tonight doll. You just get to lie here and take what I give you and trust me, tonight you might not be so lucky to get off like you want to. Now, count to ten for me, baby.”

As you count, he spanks, sometimes landing hits directly over your ass, and other times on the crease between your thighs and ass, letting your skin bloom with blotchy handprints. He can’t help but grin as he sees the effect he’s having on you, watching your skin transform and hearing your blissed-out sobs. You’re such a mess already, and he’s enjoying every second of it. 

When you finally yell out “ten”, Eddie leans down to press kisses to your abused skin, moving so that he can run a hand down your back to soothe you, saying “you’re perfect, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”. And when he turns you over, he can’t help but lean up and kiss you, gentle and sweet. 

After giving you a couple of minutes to breathe as he runs his fingers through your hair and strips the two of you of your remaining clothes, his tormenting side comes out once again, and soon he’s got your legs hiked over his shoulders, and without a moment to lose, his lips are on your cunt. 

You’re so wet, come dripping down your thighs already, and as much as Eddie wants to make another quip at how soaked you are for him, he’d rather get a taste of you first. His arm is around your waist, keeping you against the mattress, and when he lets his tongue flick against the lips of your cunt, you can’t help but wail, hands balling into fists. You’re so hot, and Eddie groans at the sight in front of him, and the taste on his tongue. Sure, he’s been down on you plenty of times before in various situations, but it always gets better. 

Eddie’s also grinding his hips against the mattress, trying to find some sort of friction that will give him some sense of relief, and he wishes for a moment that your hands weren’t cuffed so you could pull his hair like he always loves, but for now, this is perfect, and when he laps your juices up and rubs circles around your clit, he watches as you see stars.

“Oh, fuck, Eddie, I’m so close, so so close!” You’re panting above him, and his gaze is trained on your heaving tits. He can’t help but let his hand leave your shaking thigh so he could massage one of your breasts, and the new sensation has you moaning uncontrollably. 

“Oh, listen to all those pretty noises you’re making for me, darlin. Such a good thing. Just a bit longer, and I’ll give you everything you need.” Eddie’s mouth only leaves you long enough to speak, but he sees you nod in understanding, mouth open in a heavenly sigh that he wished he had recorded. 

And then he’s diving back in, licking you like no tomorrow and trying to suck every ounce of pleasure from you. Your thighs are tight around his head, but he doesn’t mind, just chuckles against you when you whine once again. But you’re sick of the teasing, and when it seems like he’s going to pull away again, you cry out.

“For fucks sake, Munson, get on with it.” Everything freezes then, and for a moment, you’re both too stunned to speak. And then Eddie’s looking at you, eyes hard and mouth pulled into a frown, chin covered in your juices. You should be scared, should try and apologise for going against his wishes, but you’re frozen in place, and then he’s got a hand in your hair and he’s pulling you up to be level with his gaze.

“I was so close to giving you exactly what you wanted, doll. But of course, you had to go and ruin it, I thought I taught you better.” He let you go then, and you fell back against the bed, watching him closely as he paces the room. Eddie grabs something from the desk then, and you can’t see it clearly before he’s in front of you again, straddling your thighs with a sinister grin on his face. “Have it your way then. If you can’t be a good little thing, then I guess I’m going to have to make you.” 

Eddie holds up the bandana then, and he grins as your eyes widen suddenly, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to try and hide your excitement. Eddie knew you weren’t scared, and he knew you also wouldn’t back down until it got too much, but he still watched your expressions closely to make sure you were okay. That’s also why he placed the bell in your hand, another assurance that you were safe and secure, and if you dropped the bell, he’d stop everything in a heartbeat. 

“You okay with this baby?” Eddie gently lifts your head so he can wrap the bandana around your head so that it covers your mouth, but he doesn’t tie it until you confirm with a soft “yes” and lean into his touch. He smiles then, makes sure the gag isn’t too tight and that your hair won’t get caught in the material, then he leans back to look down at his work; your tear-stained face, bruised skin, sweaty torso and covered mouth. “Good good, now I really get to have you how I want to.” 

He stands up and shifts you so that you’re flat against the bed, a pillow pushed underneath your bruised ass and one under your head so you’re not tilting your head uncomfortably. He’s wiped his face down with his discarded shirt too, sick of the sticky feeling on his lips. And then he grabs his old Polaroid camera from its home on the shelf, makes sure it’s has film, and then turns and snaps a picture of you. His eyes glint as he takes picture after picture, getting all your angles and when he takes a picture of your glistening cunt and the mess you’ve made on the sheets, he can’t help but groan and rub a hand over his very neglected cock. He’s had enough then, puts the camera back and decides he’ll look at the photos later, and then he’s on you then.

Eddie starts by kissing you exactly where you want him, lips against your cunt again. Then he’s moving up, over the crease of your thighs and up your hips, making a little trail against your stomach and between your tits, giving each one a teasing squeeze. And then he’s at your neck, and he can’t help but leave more marks on your already bitten skin, relishing the whine you let out against the bandana. 

“You know, there’s one thing that never changes about you, doll. Even when you’re being a complete brat and forcing me to put you in your place, you always make my cock go rock hard. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s your best talent.” He’s leaning over you then, the tip of your cock hitting your chin and leaving a trail of pre-cum against your skin, and he hums at the sight. But he’s getting distracted again and knows if he wastes any more time, he won’t be lasting long tonight. 

Eddie’s lining up then between your legs, your ankles hooked over his back and his gaze capturing yours, and when he looks down at where the both of you are about to connect, he lets out a blissful sigh before sinking right in. 

The moan that escapes through the bandana is sinful, and Eddie doesn’t even give you a moment to adjust, he just starts thrusting into you at a punishing pace. It’s so fucking good that your eyes roll to the back of your neck when he grips your hips and pulls you closer to him, grinding up against your hip and letting his lips go down to yours, capturing you in a bruising kiss. 

Eddie puts all his effort into getting the both of you off then, and when he lifts your hips from the bed and angels his hips deeper, you’re suddenly crying out with abandon, trying to grip onto something that’ll ground you into the moment. He’s never been this rough before, but you’re loving every minute of it, sobbing against the bandana and jolting with the force of his thrusts. 

And then he’s rubbing circles against your sweet spot and you’re seeing a whole galaxy in your eyes, swirling around above you as he tries to push you over that cliff of pleasure that you’re dying to finally get. You deserve it, you’ve been such a good sweetheart for him, but Eddie’s also missing the sounds you always let out, and suddenly he’s tearing the bandana off your mouth and kissing you hard, a hand tangled in your hair to keep you close.

“There we go, doll, scream for me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel. Let me hear you get fucked.” You’re wailing, the sounds mixing in with the pounding of Eddie’s hips and the wet sounds of where the both of you connect, and your head is thrashing against the pillows, a small pool of drool gathering on the material. 

You’re fucked out, so perfect for Eddie, and when he lets you come, finishing you off with a powerful push of his hips, you’re screaming into the night, body shaking and rocking against his to drain every ounce of pleasure. He feels something hitting his chest and rolling down his stomach then, and when he looks down, his eyes widen and lips curve into a grin, watching as the cum you’ve squirted paints his pale skin, glistening in the light of the lamp.

“Oh, that’s it, darlin, such a good baby, squirting all over my cock, making such a mess for me.” He doesn’t stop pounding into you, doesn’t give you a break to collect your thoughts and try, but instead he’s chasing his own release, flipping you over so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air, another perfect picture to add to his memory. 

“Eddie, please, please cum, I’m-,” You cut yourself off when another orgasm rocks through you, even stronger than the first, and neither of you expected it. And when Eddie sees you come again, feels your walls tighten around his aching cock, he loses it, bucking into your sweet cunt and cumming finally.

You’re so full, and you can feel his release dripping down your thighs and you’re sure it’s adding to the mess on the sheets, but neither you or Eddie care, especially as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his body against your back to gain his breath again, pressing delicate kisses to the curve of your shoulder.

The both of you rest in silence for a while, neither having the words for a conversation, but then Eddie’s getting up, grabbing a towel from the back of his desk chair and wiping himself down. He unlocks the handcuffs from around your wrists without you asking, and watches you carefully as you turn to him and smile; a smile that’s so blissful and happy. He can’t help but chuckle at your expression and gently cleans you up.

“I’ve got some cream for you in my draw, but you’re also gonna have to go to the bathroom, doll. Do you want some help?” Eddie doesn’t even wait for a response, and ever the gentlemen lifts you up from the bed and carries you quietly to the bathroom, resting you down on the toilet. “When you’re ready, I’ll have some clothes for you to sleep in.” You nod, and the man leaves you for a moment for you to pee and clean up properly, and on shaky legs, you walk back to the bedroom.

He’s already put clean sheets on the bed, opened up the bedroom window, got two glasses of water and has the cream ready on the bedside table. He helps you into the fresh clothes then, an oversized Metallica tee and a pair of his briefs, and when you’re ready, he lets you lie down so he can rub cream on your bruised ass, making the marks sting less, and then he rubs the cream into the marks left by the handcuffs.

“So, turns out I do know how to push your buttons.” Eddie laughs loudly at your remark and offers you a glass of water to drink. You look at him, his hair a mess and cheeks pink, and he pulls you to him when you finish drinking. 

“Oh sure, but I might need a week to recover from that. And you might need a week to be able to walk straight again.” He’s pressing kisses to the side of your head, and you’re resting lazily against him. “You want any food, I’m pretty sure I’ve got leftover pizza in the fridge?” You shake your head in response, resting your head on his chest and burrowing under the warm comforter.

“Not right now, Eds. I just wanna sleep. What time even is it?” You’re half asleep already, and Eddie has you wrapped in his embrace, soft and comforting and safe. He runs his finger tip over your forearm and wrist and glances at his watch.

“Just past five am, sounds like the perfect time to sleep.” Eddie looks over at you, waiting for a response, but you’re already fast asleep against his warm body, and he can’t help but chuckle, hold you tighter and lean over to turn off the lamp.

Eddie Munson always loves when you push his buttons, loves when you can take as good as you give, and he always loves when you give yourself over to him, trust him, love him and tangle yourself in him. He wouldn’t have it any other way, even if sometimes it makes him jealous to see you dancing with other guys, though he knows you’re all his, and you always will be.

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[siempre-bucky]

Needy!Bob Headcanons

Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob comes home from a tough training day and his wanted you to take care of him

warnings: handjobs, dirty talk, needy/whiny!Bob, afab!reader

a/n: so you know the clip of Monica stepping on Lewis and the faces he made...yeah that turned me into a whore for a hot minute. I don't write smut often but when I do... it's for needy men..

let's start by saying…Bob fucks

He's more than capable of fulfilling your wildest fantasies 

draw out the pornographic moans from you that are meant for only him 

he knows how to make you writhe with pleasure and give you the best orgasms of your life 

but there are times when he comes home from a grueling training session and just wants you to take care of him 

Bob slid into bed and put his head on your lap with a soft hum of contentment 

"Rough day, my love?" You asked, carding your hands through his hair 

"They passed out a new training manual, my brain is fried," he mumbled against the duvet that covered your legs 

he turned his head, his sparkly blue eyes looking into yours 

they were filled with need

"Do you want me to care for you tonight, Bobby?" You asked gently 

he nodded, his eyebrows knitted together

his cock already becoming hard at the thought 

you always took your time with your husband, stripping him down and placing loving kisses on his bare skin 

Bob's long fingers gripped the sheets when you kissed the delicate spot below his ear

hips bucking when you palmed his erection through his boxers

"Please," he mewled through pouted lips, bucking once more

"Of course, baby, I'll make you feel good," you told him, taking off the last piece of clothing

Bob sat in between your legs, facing you, leaning back on his hands 

you took a couple of moments to drink it all in 

Bob's pleading eyes, his beautiful toned body on full display for you, his hard cock against his stomach with the pre cum dripping head red and swollen, just begging to be touched 

"Fuck," he moaned, throwing his head back as your hand began to work up and down the shaft 

your strokes were slow and lazy, just trying to work him up 

the blond's face still looked tense 

"Bobby, let go. Stop thinking—tell me how it feels." 

he nodded and let out a breathy moan, his hips starting to meet the slow stroke of your hand

"It feels so fucking good," he groaned, "Please, baby, faster. Please, please…" 

his pathetic begging was music to your ears

you poured lube on the palm of your hand and something snapped in his mind 

all thoughts of training and new manuals washed away as you quickly jerked him off 

a string of curses and quiet moans left his lips 

the squelching of the lube as you twisted your hand made a pool of wetness pool in your panties 

"You look so good like this, baby boy," you moaned 

Bob pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and bit down on his lower lip 

"Your cock is so hard for me…"

"Just for you, darlin'. It feels so good." 

he let out pathetic little whimpers as your thumb finally touched the head

swirling the precum 

his whimpers turned to cries as you quickened the pace 

the rhythm making his brain go numb 

"Has my hand fucked up dumb, Bobby? I wish you could see how needy you look…fucking yourself into my fist." 

"Baby," he sobbed, his brain searching for sentences 

"It's ok, Bob, you don't gotta say anything… I just want you to cum for me," you told him, your free hand stroking his warm cheek 

Bob blushes when he's worked up, his orgasm soon approaching 

you wanted to kiss every inch of rose colored skin 

"I wanna—cum. Darlin, make me cum, it hurts" he mewled 

he leaned back and let his hands reach forward to find your thighs, fingers grasping for the hem of your silk shorts 

your lips fell into a slight frown when he told you it was starting to hurt 

you loved to see him needy but you hated to see him in pain even if it was just from edging him

you applied more lube and used your other hand to massage his balls 

Bob writhed and moaned as the coil in his stomach tightened 

"Cum for me, my love. Cum like the good boy I know you are." 

it didn't take long for Bob's orgasm to wash over him, 

ropes of white splattered on his heaving chest 

his limbs splayed on the bed, entirely spent 

you leaned forward and kissed his cheek before hurrying into the bathroom to get a rag 

Bob loved the afterglow 

how you'd lay beside him and clean his chest, pressing soft kisses to his face and head 

he'd run his hands over your body, telling you how in love with you he is and how good you make him feel 

after it's all over and his brain was perfectly functional, he'd get dressed and wrap you up in his arms, promising to return the favor in the morning before he had to leave

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x fem!reader #bob floyd smut #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd headcanons #bob floyd fanfic

[incorrect-merc]

Lewis, trying to fill out paperwork for the FIA: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Valtteri: Bold of you to assume I was born at all

George: I personally was created in a lab

Bono: I just straight up spawned lol

#incorrect mercedes quotes #f1 incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 quotes #lewis hamilton #george russell #valtteri bottas #peter bonnington

[starlight-library]

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i am (very) new to the world of formula one! please bare with me as i finding my footing while navigating this new world! the drivers i write for are my main drivers, i am open to others if you ask so don't be why! same with nhl but some book fandoms & tv fandoms i am a vet to!

i write blurbs, smaus, one-shots, and/or series/multi-chapters. i also write mainly gender neutral!reader. Reader will probably be at least AFAB as it’s easier for me to write. I will specify if they are not gender neutral. usually i try to keep reader faceless! i also take driver x driver (or cc x cc) requests as well as driver x reader/oc and poly!drivers!! (poly cc) just please specify!

i am okay with smut depending on my headspace but i welcome them! also my work schedule is very sporadic so sometimes i'll be on all day while others it'll be nothing but i promise i'm not ignoring you!

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[lucyswinter]

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Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything)!

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only hero)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually!)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

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[lenafromthenordiccoven]

Cool Down Time - Bob Floyd x afab!reader

(moodboard by me, Lewis Pullman pic by retosterchi, found by @up-thereinthesky, rest unsplash.com)

Title: Cool Down Time

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Pairing: Bob Floyd x afab!reader

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: When the first actual heatwave of the year hits, you suggest a little bit of an unconventional method to cool down with your favourite aviator.

Warnings: temp play, body worship (is that warning? Idk), oral (m!receiving), light dom/sub undertones (with Bob not being the dominant one), swearing, I just want to fluster one (1) man, okay?, not proofread, we die like rebels

Wordcount: 2346

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A/N: My city’s got the first heatwave of the year and I’m miserable. So, naturally, had to come up with a way to distract myself. If not entirely cool down – reasons why I kept this shorter than I had originally planned. *ahem* Also, I apologise for the horrible title. I couldn’t come up with anything better xD (Also, also, I apparently like having characters beg. Oops.)

You flopped down on the couch with a groan while Bob closed the front door. You could hear him chuckle at the way you’d shed your jeans shorts and T-shirt in the hallway on the way to the living room.

“It’s too damn hot!” you grumbled into the pillow that was quickly warming to your body temperature in a failed attempt to defend your actions. Not that you really needed to. Bob was usually the last person you would have needed to explain any of your motivations to. It simply was too hot. San Diego got hit by the first heatwave of the year and you crumbled like a dried-up leaf under a magnifying glass.

“Well, you’re not gonna feel any better if you heat up that couch, darlin’,” Bob said from where he was basically towering above your head. When you shifted your head to peer up at him, your eyes followed a couple beads of sweat that trailed down the side of his neck and pooled in his jugular notch. You could feel your mind drifting to somewhere very different, but Bob’s voice pulled you back.

“Hm?” You raised an eyebrow at him, not having caught any of what he’d said. But given the way he looked at you (his head slightly cocked to the side which always reminded you of a puppy—and which you sometimes teased him for), it was clear that he’d asked you a question.

“I asked how much water you drank today.” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for your answer. Although you were sure, he already knew it. Not enough. You never drank enough. Well, water.

“Not enough. Probably,” you replied, grumbling again this time. Because you knew what would happen next.

Bob sighed and then motioned for you to get up. “Alright, up you go. Off to the kitchen. Both of us.”

You didn’t even try to hold back the whine as you pushed yourself up and climbed off the couch. You padded after him, noting how his backpack had left a big stain of sweat on his back. You were about to reach out your hand and trace the muscles of his back that were starting to peek through the fabric stuck to his skin. But then Bob stopped in front of the fridge-freezer-combo, opened the freezer compartment to get out some ice cubes and your heat-plagued brain spit out exactly one idea.

“Actually, babe…” You began as you stepped closer to Bob, starting to snuggle up to his back. “I think, I just had an idea how we could maybe cool down a little.”

He turned around to face you, ice cube tray in hand. You reached past him to close the fridge door and then nodded towards the ice cubes. And you could have sworn his skin flushed a darker shade of pink underneath the light sunburn. “You’re not suggesting …?” He nodded towards the ice cubes and quirked an eyebrow.

“I am suggesting temp play, baby, yes.” Your lips stretched into a grin when he blinked rapidly and averted his eyes. Even after having been together for a couple years now, you still got a rise out of Bob getting shy when you suggested something new in the bedroom. Ironic, really. Considering he’d had more experience when you’d first started dating.

“I don’t really see how that could help us cool down exactly,” Bob mumbled. But you could see the mischief glinting in his eyes. After all, how could he say no to one of your suggestions if it meant, he got to worship you? If anybody would have asked Bob how deep his feelings for you ran, he would have had no qualms telling them that he would worship at the altar of you for the rest of his life. Especially if it meant he got to hear you utter his name over and over in that mixture of a scream and a sigh he always drew from you when you climaxed, and when you didn’t give a fuck about whether your neighbours heard you.

You raised an eyebrow in response to his mumbling—and the thousand-yard stare now on his face. Then you gently took the ice cube tray from his hand, before laying your now cold fingers against his cheek. He jerked in response, blinking rapidly. “Where’d you go just now, handsome?” you asked with a seemingly innocent smile. You had an inkling where his mind had wandered off to. The same path yours had when he’d first taken the ice cubes out. It made your smile widen into a grin as his gaze drifted down to your lips for a second.

He cleared his throat, then stretched out his hand for the ice cube tray. “You know, where. Let me just get something to put these ice cubes in, so they don’t go meltin’ on us before we’re done, alright?”

--

The ice cubes clinked against the glass as you fished one out, the water dripping from your fingers landed on Bob’s now naked chest and he jumped at the sensation at first. But then his body relaxed under you and his gaze locked onto yours.

“You okay?” you asked with smile tugging on your lips, anticipation making your nerves sing before either of you had even gotten very far.

Bob nodded, laid out on his back on the bed, his boxers the last remaining item of clothing on his body. “Just cold at first.”

“Shocker. This is basically ice water by now.” You leaned down until your face hovered maybe an inch above him. “Just don’t buck me off, cowboy.”

“Not makin’ any promises.”

When you gently let the first ice cube rest in his jugular notch, he jolted underneath you again, lips parted in a surprised gasp that faded into a sigh as you then let the ice cube wander up his throat just underneath his jaw. You ground your hips slightly downwards and then caught the resulting groan tumbling from his lips with your own. His hands ghosted over your panty-clad ass and up your sides where one of his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer against him.

You chuckled. “You’re gonna have to let me go if you want me to continue.”

His arm tightened around you in response as he mumbled against your lips: “Not that I’m not looking forward to where this is gonna go, but I just really like havin’ you on top of me like this, darlin’.”

You could feel heat creep up into your cheeks as his words brought up memories of countless times of when you’d had him underneath you like this, with you setting the pace for once as you rode him. “Stop trying to distract me.” You sat up as he loosened his arm around your waist and let his hands wander back to your ass. Just as he squeezed your cheeks, you slapped his chest lightly.

“Oh, am I?” His lips twisted into smug version of the lopsided, lovesick smile you usually got from him. “Sweetheart, I think, you should get another ice cube. This one’s almost gone.” You could see the mirth dancing in his blue eyes.

“Shut up, Lieutenant, and let me do this at my pace.” To ward off any attempts at a reply, you picked up the ice cube – Bob wasn’t wrong about it having almost melted away completely against his heated skin – and pushed it past his lips into his mouth. His lips closed around your fingers, he hummed as he swirled his tongue around your fingertips and then lightly bit down on them.

You swallowed hard at the sensation while your brain and heart took off at the speed of lightning and you found yourself grinding your increasingly wetter core against his clothed cock. “You gonna be a good boy and behave?” you asked before you removed your fingers from his mouth, lifted yourself up onto your knees and leaned over to fish another ice cube out of the glass.

“Yes, ma’am,” was his only response besides another hiss as you let the new ice cube circle his right nipple. Though he did whine in protest when you moved off of him to kneel beside his body on the bed. Then, ignoring the ache burning low in your lower belly at his sounds, you took the ice cube between your lips and began tracing abstract patterns onto his upper body. All the while you tried to keep eye contact, which he broke the first time you inched close to the hem of his boxers and his abs tensed underneath your touch.

Your lips twitched into a smile as he kept his eyes closed and he tried to keep his breathing under control. You slowly let one of your fingers wander along the hem of his boxers, before you tugged on them and Bob dutifully lifted his hips, so you could get them off. He’s half-hard cock slapped against his abdomen, and you watched his brows pinch as the tip landed in a drop of ice water your ice cube had left.

“Sweetheart, please.” There was no need for him to say more. You knew, he needed you to touch him. But you wanted to draw out the build-up a little more. Call it some good-natured revenge for all the times he’d riled you up and had you panting with just fleeting touches of his fingers and lips.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you, baby. Just be a good boy and keep your eyes on me, okay?”

You blinked up at him innocently, kneeling between his legs, the sight had him whining. One of his hands came up to cradle your cheek and you nuzzled into the touch, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“You’re always so good to me, Robby. Wanna do the same for you,” you whispered.

He nodded and his hand fell away from your face as you settled in between his thighs. The first gentle kiss you pressed to the inside of his thigh drew a gasp from him. When you took the ice cube from where it had been sitting in his navel and lightly ran it over the junction of his leg and torso before briefly ghosting it over his balls, you got another jolt and a louder “Fuck!” as a reward. The usually lighter blue of his eyes had turned to something darker as his lust-blown eyes stayed locked onto you as if he’d locked onto a target in the sky. Finally, you put the remainder of the ice into your mouth, let it melt on your tongue and cool it down.

One of your hands came up to grip the base of his now definitely hard cock as you licked his tip, humming at the first beads of precum you could taste. “You always taste so good, baby,” you purred.

“Could say the same thing about you. Please, sweetheart. Need your mouth on me. Please, pl—” His words got caught off by a lightly frustrated groan when you tugged on his cock but kissed his stomach instead of wrapping your lips around him.

You chuckled, then hummed while you licked the underside of his shaft from the base to the tip where you pressed another faux-innocent kiss to his cock. When you did finally wrap your lips around him and began to bob your head up and down, Bob’s face twisted in pleasure as he struggled to keep his eyes open and on you.

“Fuck. Thank you, darlin’. You’re so good to me.” You clenched your thighs together at the praise, unable to deny the effect his reactions had on your own arousal.

While you kept bobbing your head, trying to alternate between sucking him off, stroking him and licking, it didn’t take long for Bob to turn into a writhing begging mess underneath you. The ice cubes left in the glass were forgotten as you made it your mission to get him to cum in your mouth. One of his hands tangled in your hair as his hips buck upwards at an uncontrolled rhythm.

“Shit, Y/N. ‘m close, so close. Don’t stop.”

And he kept his word. A couple more bobs and a fleeting touch against his balls had him shooting off into your mouth as your name repeatedly tumbled over his lips. You swallowed everything, helped him ride out his orgasm.

His chest was heaving with every breath as he came down and relaxed underneath your touch again. You kept the kisses to his body and the touches of your fingertips light, gentle so as not to overwhelm him. His hand that was still tangled in your hair tugged lightly, signalling for you to crawl back up his body.

He pulled you down onto him and kissed you, humming contentedly as he tasted himself on your tongue. “Thank you, darlin’. That was … really fuckin’ good.” His voice was hoarse and somewhere in the back of your mind you hoped the neighbours hadn’t come home from their vacation yet. You didn’t exactly want to deal with a knock on your door right now.

You quickly left another peck against his lips, your hand resting over his heart absentmindedly tracing shapes onto his skin. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.” You smiled down at him and his lips twisted into that smug smirk again.

One of his hands came to rest on your hip while the other cradled your head—giving you no other warning when he suddenly flipped you over onto your back, so he could hover over your body. “I think, we still have some ice left in that glass of ours. Let me show you exactly how much I appreciate how well you take care of me, darlin’.”

You giggled as he stooped down to steal another kiss before fishing for an ice cube. While your activities didn’t exactly cool you down, they at least took your mind off the scorching temperatures outside for a little while. And who’s against having a little fun, really?

#bob floyd x reader #robert “bob” floyd x reader #bob floyd x afab!reader #robert“ bob floyd” x afab!reader #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x you #sophie writes #fic: cool down time

[cherryxblossxms]

It is PURELY because he's involved so much in the story for once, but I'm playing the Bakerlon event in Tears of Themis and having so many thoughts about William Lewis. So help me god.

[Minors do NOT interact!!!!! Afab reader]

He's so dumb when he interacts with people. Like I'm sure he makes a good lawyer. But for anywhere else thats not in the courtroom, he's so oblivious and arrogant when he talks to people normally lmao. He'd make for good hate fuck material, or at least a very very tense session. 👀

I'm just imagining the arguing gets to an all time high outside of the courtroom, until you just have to kiss him to shut him up. Despite his confident appearance in his job, he's a total wet paper towel otherwise, and especially once you take the initiative, he's practically melting in your arms. It's almost hilarious how quickly he gets hard, and he's red from the tip of his ears down to his neck.

If you really want to torture him, you just have to grind your thigh against his crotch or maybe ride his thigh, or both, and he's a breathy, whimpering mess. It's really no surprise when he cums in mere minutes, making a giant wet stain in his pants. He's already overstimulated and you've barely touched him. That overconfident attitude he has is completely gone by now.

Luckily, he's a young, spry man, and he's hard again within minutes. Any thoughts he was capable of before, are finished by the time you're sitting on his cock. His sanity is gone as you ride him like a toy, all he can do is babble about how good you feel, how sensitive he is, how he's already going to cum again.

Just like usual, he's nonstop talking, begging you— for what, he doesn't know. He's not even sure himself if he's begging to cum, or begging you to stop, his whole body trembling from how sensitive he's become. You might have to gag him to shut him up, but he's completely pliant under your touch.

And when you cum while riding him, he's thanking you endlessly. Even if he hasn't cum yet— which you're honestly not sure how he didn't explode early on or now while your cunt is milking him— and even if you're not planning to let him cum again and his cock is twitching like mad, he's still thanking you. But if you decide to have mercy on him and either ride him to completion or jerk him off afterwards, he gives out the loudest, most depraved moan you've ever heard before cumming buckets.

It's almost comedic how quickly he'll try to scramble out of there, not that his knees are properly working or that he's worked out how to cover up his cum stain from earlier. He'll try to act like he wasn't affected, but truly, the whole experience has put your opinions of each other into new light. Don't be surprised if he comes knocking at your door in search of a little more from you.

#ive never been hit with a brain worm so aggressively before i dont know what happened #hes just a pretty stupid man and ive gotta hate fuck him once for good measure #william lewis x reader #tears of themis william lewis #tears of themis smut #tot smut #tears of themis #i try to avoid saying im depraved these days but good god my thoughts on him rn are unholy #im just gonna say it he is peggable