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hippolotamus · 15 days

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I know you can do 20 sentences, my love, you've got this!

As you wish, Sir

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The stinging bite of jealousy settles in Eddie’s chest, curling up like a wild creature behind his ribs. He only hates himself a little for it. Honestly, he shouldn’t even be thinking about who else gets to see Arsen’s* body. Who might call him over for a lap dance or to a private room. Eddie saw what he came for and got his fix. Now he can drive to Athena’s and ignore Bobby’s curious looks while he stress eats his now weekly peach cobbler. He begins pushing his chair away from the table when a familiar voice stops him. “Leaving already, handsome? Here I thought we could play a little longer.” Time feels almost suspended, syrupy and slow as Eddie turns towards the sound. He finds himself eye level with a sparse thatch of hair peeking out from an electric blue waistband. His gaze travels up, up, up to an equally brilliant blue.

*if you're new here Arsen = Buck's stage name

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That night, after Where the Wild Things Are, The Giving Tree, one too many Five-Minute stories, a cup of water (and a trip to the bathroom), Christopher finally agrees to sleep. Or at least to Eddie kissing him goodnight and leaving the room. He flicks on the planet themed night light before softly closing the door behind him. His body begs him to stay in the hallway and sag against the wall. To slowly slide to the floor, rest his elbows on his knees and hold his head in his hands. But there’s perfectly chilled beer in the fridge and a Rangers game that should just be starting. He sprawls on the sofa, one hand cradling the back of his head while the other holds his drink. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he mutters as soon as the game coverage starts and he remembers the Rangers are playing the Arizona Diamondbacks tonight. Because of course they are. Why would it possibly be any other team?

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utterlyinevitable · 2 years

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lets call it what it is (a good f**king time)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Becca Lao) Rating: Explicit Warning: light cursing and an attempt at missionary Tropes: NSFW

Summary: No plot. Just Ethan and Becca getting off. There may be some feelings hiding about too.

a/n: anddd the last of my adventures in smuttown. this takes place in the early days maybe?

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He’s hovering. Crawling up to cover her body with his. Slowly. Ever so slowly she aches. Aches at the loss of contact - of his touch - as the rest of her body thrums and comes down from the peak he brought her to seconds before.

Her heavy eyes watch as he moves up up up. Broad shoulders squared and creeping, hunched like a lion stalking his prey, and his dark blue eyes hungry and tender and never straying from hers. And that simper - that lopsided tug of the corner of his mouth, highlighting a dimple she rarely gets to see, and the air he breathes passes through parted lips coating her balmy skin. His presence just as striking as the stunning sun.

A thoughtless whine escaped her as she spread her legs wider and encouraging him keep doing whatever he liked to her.

Ethan chuckled, blithe and delightful - like jingling chimes on a blissful spring day. Finally, finally, he touched her. Ducked down just just enough to kiss her dazed lips. Then her chin. Then her cheek. Then the other. And that was all she needed to truly, decidedly, be recovered from her previous pleasure and on to the next. Insatiable as ever - for him. Only ever for him.

Becca’s arms wrapped around his neck, tugging Ethan closer and keeping him in place pressed blissfully against her. Blessed, haughty, skin on skin.

She ran her tongue up the column his neck to his ear and nibbled on the soft lobe. Ethan’s hot ragged breath brushing her shoulder spurring her on. Enough to keep going - to take the next step. Becca wraps her shorter legs around his thighs, wriggles her hips just enough to have his cock pressed up where it should always be. Just the tip teasing her entrance as she spoke filthy little remarks at the shell of his ear between distractingly sucking and pulling his earlobe between her teeth. And just as Ethan thought to shift so he could press into her, Becca moved to close the gap herself. Reached between them, grasped him, jerking him slowly.

Ethan stopped moving, stopped rutting against her and trying to take more than she was ready to give, and let her take the lead.

She moved her hand, pumped him once, she could hear his gulp. Twice, all the air in his lungs exhale through his nose, and as she rotated her wrist for a third, he swatted her away.

“Becca,” he groaned. “Let me feel you.”

She was about to jest - to comment on how he just spent the last fifteen minutes feeling her, intimately and with his tongue eliciting all sorts of reckless sensations coursing through her veins.

He felt the comment before she could speak -

“Inside you. I need to be inside you.”

Oh there were not greater words spoken. It didn’t matter how wicked their words got or how many different ways he could pull pleasure from her without convention, because those words always did it for her. They threw her brain into a tizzy and already she was near humming yes yes yes.

She lined him up with her and let go so he could enter her.

She was soaked. An after-effect of Part One and endless wanton attraction for him. He entered her easily, not a moment needed to adjust. But he gave it to her. Or was it for him?

The look on the others face as they stayed motionless in the din of his bedroom with them connected in the most evolutionary of ways... its something else. It’s adoration, excitement, months of yearning, and something bigger than them swirling in their irises. The intensity of his stare is enough to turn her cheeks deliciously pink if she wasn’t already flushed beyond belief. The way he looks at her - not scrutinizing like he’s so known to do, but with knowing eyes that sees right though her and into her very core, makes her vulnerable. And just a little scared that something heavier looms over them - that even though they’ve nearly gone all the way (he’s inside her, for fucks sake!), it can all be over just as quickly, if their sensibilities are shaken back into reality.

So she rolled her hips. And squeezed.

And he let out a guttural moan.

And they were back in motion. Moving as they should.

As Ethan fucked her, Becca couldn’t help but wonder how this could feel so new yet so familiar. How months could have gone by since they first crossed the line, and nothing seems to have changed. They’re complicated, they’re a thorn in the others side, niggling and sparring daily. There’s passion and lust and trust and adoration, and all those things swirling in the weighted air around them.

Lost to the feelings, Ethan’s groan, more angrily than anything, brought her back.

Becca stopped, her arms dropping from around him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fucking close already.”

She couldn’t help but giggle - that sing song giggle she doesn’t know feels like home to him. Becca bit her lip to stop it, but her mind thought of something better, gratifying. Her eyes darkening like a vixen, tongue drags across her plump lips.

“Come for me, Ethan. Come in me. Fill me.”

Whatever chord he was holding himself back with snapped. His thrusts came quicker, deeper. Becca buried her face in his neck, her chest pressed into him so firmly her breasts didn’t move with every motion, holding onto him for dear life. Ethan propped himself up by his elbows, forearms cradling her head and his fingers fisting in her wayward strands over the pillowcase. Her nails digging into his back and her legs hiked up around his hips for the deepest most mind-blowing angle.

The near-punishing pace had her eyes rolling back in her head. She’s consumed by him. His scent - the last notes of cologne lingering with the seductive stickiness of his sweat, the lasting taste of her left on her tongue by his. Ethan’s body on her, in her, around her. She is on fire. She’s never felt so alive.

She buried him to the hilt and Becca swears he whimpered into her hair.

But it wasn’t enough.

Ethan kissed his way down her body until she released him enough so he was kneeling at her alter. Holding her hips up, watching her tits bounce, tummy jiggle as he pulled back, fucking her purposely. Quickly. Hard. Every vigorous drive of his hips pushing him further and further to the edge, losing control as he chased his release.

“Feels- so- good,” she whined with every devoted smack of their sticky bodies.

“Shit, Becca.” He whispered short of breath and so fucking turned on.

He rocked into her with fervor, held her knees in his large hands. The way she arched her back into him meeting his every move, ran a hand down her torso and up to pinch her nipples while she rolled her hips was irresistible. The erratic circles she was making with her body gave him shivers. She was a goddess before him. Hair fanned out on his pillows, alabaster skin coated in a golden hue under the reflection of Boston from the window, everything about her soft and pliable and everything. She whimpered, and it was Ethan’s undoing.

Ethan dove down to capture her lips as he rode out his orgasm. Becca’s teeth biting down softly on his bottom lip as he came deep inside her. Oh, it’s something else. He nearly cries out when he feels her start to tighten on his cock, her form trembling underneath him. The kiss hot and messy, mouths open and wicked want spilling from them.

When it’s all over, when they’ve caught their breaths and found enough sense, Ethan pulled back. Just enough to fully see her face.

He’s looking at her and she knows she’s a wreck - she feels like a wreck. Her hair frizzing and wild, make up smudged and her lipstick marking his lips, his neck his shoulder and labored breaths.

And through it all, he grinned.

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a/n: thank you for coming on this attempted adventure with me. i’m now going back into my hole to hide. (and put all these pieces together into one polin fic)

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