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Jake Lockley NSFW Alphabet (Reposted)

A/N: This fic kept on glitching whenever I tried to post it and I just kept getting mad about it. I then forgot about it and decided I might as well post it now. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,374

Warning: This is Smut! Minors DNI!!

A = Aftercare (What They're Like After Sex)

Jake is pretty chill after sex. He likes to smoke and hardly ever covers his lower half with a sheet. He doesn't care for modesty in truth. Jake will hold you close and whispers sweet nothings in Spanish. Jake also licks you clean and tells you that he loves fucking you. Jake lowkey wants to tell you he loves you but can never voice it. 

B = Body Part (Their Body Of Theirs and Their Partner's that they like) 

Jake is very proud of his hands. He loves seeing them covered in blood, and he loves when that blood gets onto your tits. 

Jake loves your thighs and legs. He's always staring at them; given the chance, he will always have his hands on your thighs. Jake especially loves thick thighs. He can spend hours kissing your thighs before he decides to even attack your pussy. 

C = Cum (Anything to Do with Cum; basically, I'm Nasty)

FUCK! JAKE LOVES CUM! He can eat it all day. He loves to overstimulation you and just watches the come leak out of you. He can spend hours watching your beautiful cunt leak his come. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty Self Explanatory, A Dirty Secret of Theirs)

Jake wants to impregnate you. But he'll never admit it, and he pretends to hate kids. In reality, he does want kids and would love to see you bear his future children. 

E = Experience (How Experience are They? Do They Know What They're Doing?)

Hell yeah, Jake knows what he's doing. Jake practically invented sex! Jake has had a lot of sex. 

F = Favorite Positions (This Goes Without Saying)

Doggy style, sixty-nine, and reverse cowgirl. These are Jake Lockley's all-time favorite positions to fuck you in. 

Doggy style is unique because Jake feels so primal and feral that he will runt into your pussy like he's going to die in the morning. He will come all over your sheets and won't stop until y'all are completely soaked. 

Sixty-nine. He loves oral. Jake loves getting his cock sucked and eating your pussy out. It is a fucking wonderful experience. 

Reverse cowgirl. Jake loves watching your ass glide back and forward. He loves gripping onto your hips and telling you to go faster. 

G = Goofy (Are They More Serious In The Moment? Are They Humorous? Etc.)

Not really goofy. It's more like it's very serious. I don't think Jake can be goofy unless he's making a sex joke, not during sex. Jake is just usually very serious during the moment. 

H = Hair (How Well Groomed Are They? Does The Carpet Match The Drapes? Etc.)

Jake doesn't buy into that manscaping bullshit. He prefers to let his secret hairs grow out, and he loves when you pull on them. 

I = Intimacy (How Are They During the Moment? The Romantic Aspect)

Jake is almost always romantic during the moment. He's a flirt, and it's in his nature to pleasure his s/o with sweet words and physically. Jake usually lights candles for his beloved and rubs lotion on them after sex. He spends a lot of time rubbing lotion on your tits. It's his favorite place to put lotion. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Jake usually jacks off in his cab. It would be in private cause if he did that with someone in the back of the cab, that'd be shitty. He has this spot he usually stops at when he's feeling aroused. It's a parking lot that no one uses. He typically watches a video to get him in the mood. Or he facetime you and jacks off.  

K = Kink (One or More of Their Kinks)

Dom Daddy and little girl and teacher (him being the teacher) and student (you being the student) are his favorites. He's a very dominant guy in the bedroom, and he hates not being in control. He loves calling you baby girl and will constantly tease you. 

L = Location (Favorite Places to Do the Deed)

Mainly in his cab or at your apartment. Jake will fuck you wherever, whenever. But he does like some sort of privacy because he doesn't want to share you or have other men look at your naked body. Honestly, Jake wants to kill your exes because they've seen you naked, and that just pisses him off cause he doesn't like the idea of anyone knowing what you look like naked. That's for him to know and others to wonder about. He's pretty possessive. 

M = Motivation (What Gets them Turn on, What Gets Them Going)

Jake is always horny. He is just really good at hiding it. If you're horny, he's ready to get freaky. 

N = No (Something They Wouldn't do, Turn Offs)

Jake doesn't let people watch y'all fuck. If he finds out Steven was watching, he gets hella pissed. (I headcanon that Steven and Jake hate each other, but one day they become buddies. Kinda like what happened with Marc and Steven. But with more yelling and more Spanish swear words. Plus, more death.) 

O = Oral (Preferences in Giving and Receiving, Skill, Etc.)

Loves giving and receiving oral. Jake wants to die while eating you out. 

P = Pace (Are They Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Etc.)

Jake doesn't have a speed. He'll go whatever speed you want. But he does love it rough. 

Q = Quickies (Their Opinion on Quickie, How Often, Etc.)

Y'all usually fuck before Jake goes to work. He typically sleeps in, so y'all usually fuck in the shower. It's always rushed, and for the most part, you're putting shampoo in his hair while he's pounding into you. 

R = Risk (Are They Game to Experiment? Do They Like Taking Risks? Etc.)

Jake fucks in his cab all the time; of course, he loves to experiment and take risks. He loves the idea of being caught but will be cautious to not get caught. 

S = Stamina (How Many Rounds Can They Go For? How Long Do They Last?)

Jake only gets tired after fighting. Otherwise, he'll be fucking you for as long as you want. I think he can last five rounds in a day. Maybe nine rounds. But he can't do nine again the next day because that pushing it. 

T = Toys (Do They Own Any Toys? Do They Use Them? On A Partner or Themselves?)

TOYS! JAKE LOVES THEM! He loves cuffing you, tying you up, and using vibes and dildos on you. He likes using toys more than having them be used on himself. 

U = Unfair (How Much Do They Like To Tease?)

JAKE LOVES TEASING! He typically ties you up and makes to come until you beg for him to stop. He's always putting his fingers in your pussy when y'all are watching Netflix. At family dinners, he'll fingerfuck you while telling your crazy aunt off about how her political opinion is incorrect. 

V = Volume (How Loud They Are, What Sounds They Make. Etc.)

Jake will grunt a lot during sex. He only speaks Spanish in the bedroom and will growl when you come around him. Everything about sex with Jake is loud. 

W = Wild Card (A Random Headcanon For The Character)

Jake probably asks Khonshu to watch y'all fuck. Even though Jake hates the idea of anyone watching you fuck he allows Khonshu to watch each time. This is because Khonshu is his buddy and wants to brag about how well he can dick you down. Khonshu is usually speechless while watching. Sometimes, he'll suggest to Jake that he should eat you out more. Or tell him to switch positions. 

X = X-ray (Let's See What's Going Under Those Clothes)

Jake is thick. He is very gritty, and his cock makes your mouth water each time you see it. 

Y = Yearning (How High Is There Sex Drive?)

VERY HIGH! Jake loves fucking and is ready whenever you are ready. 

Z = Zzz (How Quickly They Fall Asleep Afterwards)

Jake has terrible insomnia. He hardly sleeps; when he does, it's typically restless sleep full of nightmares. He just prefers to hold you and smoke for hours after sex. 

reading a day keeps reality away

head's in the stars

if the heavens ever did speak she is the last true mouthpiece every sunday’s getting more bleak a fresh poison each week

Dolorous Edd is my spirit animal.

Loud and clear- Rick Flag

Fandom: DC, suicide squad

Pairing: Rick Flag X F!Reader

Summary: after almost getting killed, you and Rick need to hold each other again

Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, choking kink, praising kink, lots of dirty talk, Rick being pretty dom, cursing, like lots of it. Overall read at your risk

WC: 5.4k i really just hate myself for this

A/N: I'm really just in love with this man huh? 2 rick fics in less than a week? That's a lot coming from me. But yeah, I just couldn't get scenario out of my head after I wrote Bloodbath, so its kind of a continuation of that fic, but can be read independently since it only briefly mentions reader get shot. I'll link it here just in case. So yeah, hopefully youre enjoying this spam of rick flag content.

Bloodbath

“Uh… the hell are you doin'?” Rick’s voice caught your attention, making you take your attention away from your current task, which was staring very intently at the soldier, more specifically at his arms and chest through that ridiculously tight yellow shirt.

“Huh?” You hummed, barely lifting your eyes away from his tattooed arms, the same ones that were just threatening to rip right through the fabric of that stupid shirt. I mean seriously, who got him that shirt? You got front row seats to the sight too, since you had been shot and not properly cured, your wounds started bleeding and of course, Rick had to force you to sit down and let him cure and clean your wounds. So there you were, sitting in a shitty makeshift chair somewhere in that resistance camp, and Rick sitting right in front of you, really damn close.

‘You’re just starin' at me like you’re plotting to kill me in my sleep. So what is it?” He asked straight up, momentarily lifting his gaze from the gauze he was putting on your collarbone to meet your eyes and he didn’t know if he should be worried by the look in your eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk slightly, biting your lip and you shook your head.

"Nah, that's not it. It's just that damn shirt." You clicked your tongue, biting your lip as you shifted on your seat and narrowed your eyes at the shirt, like there was something wrong with it. Rick scrunched up his face, furrowing his eyebrows and opened his mouth to question you, but you continued, “like damn, that resistance girl really couldn’t have given you a tighter shirt, huh? That shit doesn’t even look like it’s your size.” You drifted your attention to the muscles in his chest and broad shoulders, where the fabric was tightest, even going as far as tilting your head to get a better look at it. You heard Rick sigh dryly, and you knew he was rolling his eyes at you.

“Seriously, what the hell are you on about?” He sighed, watching you get all up in his chest and start to poke and tug at the shirt, as if you were trying to see if it’d stick right back to him, which it did. “Y/N—”

“I gotta give it to her, if I was a girl from this island and I saw this big and tall, blonde soldier with broad shoulders and a pretty face, I’d probably wanna put him in a tight shirt too.” You said mindlessly, your mouth speaking the random and racing thoughts that went through your head as you casually started to lift his shirt until the fabric got stuck under his arms. He actually reacted this time, visibly flinching and shifting, eyes wide.

“Hey, Y/N, stop it already. What the fuck are you doin'?” His tone was sharper this time, his voice slightly rising as he frantically looked around for anyone that might be around. His hands wrapped around your wrist, as a warning to stop before he made you stop.

“Nothing, I’m just trying to see something.” You said innocently, biting your lip as you ran your hands over his stomach and abs, feeling him shudder under your fingers.

Even though he had a tight grip on your wrists, he didn’t actually stop you, he just stared at you and exhaled sharply. When he didn’t actually say anything about it, you rested both hands on his chest to brace yourself as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his neck. You weren’t really sure why, but suddenly you really needed him, you needed to feel him, hold him, touch him everywhere you could. And you needed him to do the same. You didn’t care if that meant he had to fuck you up against a tree, or on the fucking ground, right in the middle of this damn jungle, you just wanted him. The thought of losing the other always made you like this, it made you restless, desperate and needy. God bless the soul of anyone that had to be around you and Rick after a risky, low chance of survival mission. And after what happened at the beach, you knew he felt that way too, and that’s exactly why he hasn’t stopped you yet.

Sex after a mission was like your way of saying 'I'm right here, can you feel me? I'm not going anywhere'

“You’re tryin' to see what? How fast I lose my patience and fuck the lights out of you?” He spoke hoarsely through gritted teeth, slightly tilting his head back in an attempt to keep his composure. But when you quietly moaned at his words, he fucking lost it. The hand that was clasped around your wrist quickly grabbed a hold of the back of your hair, pulling your head back enough to look at him. And the damn near dark look in his hazel eyes and his hard expression as he held your hair left your jaw hanging open.

“Wow, look at that Colonel, you’re pretty and smart. Makes me wonder what’s taking you so long.” You pushed, knowing the more you retorted and talked back, the quicker he’d lose his shit. Because fuck, the way he was just staring at you, jaw tight and eyes narrowed with that dark look, it was just making the ache between your legs stronger.

“Sweetheart, don’t fucking play with me right now.” He exhaled heavily, his voice dropping so low and getting so rough it made you slightly rub your thighs together. You bit your lip and shook your head, silently moving from your seat on to his lap, you instantly felt the hard line of his cock straining against his pants press right against the ache between your legs.

“I’m not. Fuck, I’m not playing with you. I thought I lost you and I just— Fuck Rick, I just need you so much right now. I need to feel you’re here with me, please.” You said so desperately it almost sounded like a whine coming out of your mouth.

You didn't even give him a second to speak, you crashed your lips against his, gripping his short hair as you kissed him with a fervour he of course, matched perfectly. You moaned against his mouth when you felt one of his hands sneak behind you, squeezing your ass under his fingers and his other hand came to grip your jaw in a possessive manner. That sound only riled him up more, because the mere sound of you made him pull you in more, kissing you in a damn near pornographic way as he held you jaw in place, his fingers being enough to damn near close up around your throat. No matter the situation, where, why or who actually initiated the encounter, he always ended up taking charge and manhandling you like you wouldn’t allow anyone else to do. Because fuck, who wouldn’t want this man to throw them around like a fucking ragdoll?

“Oh trust me baby, I need you too. Like so fucking bad. I wanted nothing but to grab you and bend you over somewhere when I saw you again. I thought I lost you and—” Rick took a deep breath, his fingers brushing right under your pulse as he looked up at you, a wild look in his eyes, much like your own. “I just want to fuck you ‘till you feel me for fucking days. But I don't— eh.. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes falling on the bandages on your shoulder and collarbone, right when he had just cured your wounds.

How was it that this man, the man that had you soaking through your pants with some kisses and some grabbing, could also be the sweetest and most caring guy you’ve ever met? He was so painfully hard under you, you could feel it every time you shifted, he was tense and stiff as fuck like it was fucking painful so sit there, with you on his lap. And yet, he’d rather stay that way just so he wouldn’t hurt you any more.

Fuck this man was going to be the fucking death of you.

“Rick I don’t fucking care. Hurt me, make me fucking scream, I don’t care. Like please fucking do. I just want you to fuck me ‘til I cry, please.”

You were sure that man actually rolled his eyes back and a sharp breath left his mouth like something had just fucking snapped in his head. You felt him shudder and his cock actually twitched under you, and when he opened his eyes again, his mouth was on you before you could even breathe. He kissed you so hard it actually took your breath away, but you happily matched his intensity. You gasped when you suddenly felt him stand up, with you wrapped around his waist and large hands squeezing your ass as he held you. You had no idea where he was going, you guessed he was just getting away from everybody because he didn’t stop until you were merely surrounded by trees and the lighting from the camp was faintly illuminating from afar.

“I’d hate for any of these dumbasses to walk in on this, because there’s no fucking way I’m stoppin' until you’re coming around my cock.” He rumbled against your mouth, his lips moving down to your neck, sucking and kissing the tender skin there, not satisfied until he knew he left a pretty good mark to admire the next morning. To say that you were absolute puddy in his hands was a fucking understament. You were aching for him, so much that the little friction that you got from brushing against his front was enough to make you whine.

“Fuck,” you slurred, a shiver slightly prickling your skin when you felt your bare back hit a tree. And with you back being pressed against it, Rick could easily press himself against you, chest against chest, and fuck if only he’d stop brushing the hard on behind his pants against your center, it was driving you insane.

“I swear to God Y/N if you ever do that to me again.” He grabbed your jaw again, drawing you into yet another desperate and frenzied kiss. It was different, earlier it was you that was being desperate, needing to feel him, but this time when he kissed you, you felt that same exact desperation, need, hunger, hell even anger, you felt it all in one. It was like the realization that you could’ve died had just hit him, and he didn’t know what to do with that. “For as long as I am your commander you are not leaving my damn sight. Ever. You understand?” He used his Colonel voice on you, pulling away from your mouth to look dead at you, as if he needed to emphasize his words with the hard look in his eyes.

“Yeah.” you breathed out, already breathless and disheveled. “Loud and clear, Colonel.”

“Good girl.” He praised you in a way that made you pool in your underwear even more. Fuck did you love that.

Rick tapped the side of your thigh, signaling you to let go and without a word he set you down on your feet, quickly working with the zipper and belt of you pants, fumbling with them for a second before popping them open. He slid his hand inside, slipping right into your underwear until his hand was cupping the pool between your legs. Your mouth hung wide open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you felt one of Rick’s long and thick fingers slip through your folds, gathering the wetness there only to spread it over your clit.

“Damn, you’re dripping all over my fingers and I’ve barely touched you. You got all wet from a little kissin' and a bit of dirty talkin'?” He chuckled smugly, his words coming out low and dirty as watched the way your face contorted when he slipped a single one of his thick fingers into you. He almost growled when he felt your walls tighten around the digit, he could only imagine how it would feel when you were wrapped around his cock instead.

“Fuck baby, look how you’re already so tight. You’re gonna take me so well aren’t you? You’re gonna be a good girl and take my cock, hm?” He drawled, leaning down to speak his sinful and filthy words right into your ear in a way that just made your knees fucking weak.

You couldn’t get yourself to breathe right, let alone speak. You choked out, nothing but a pitiful moan leaving your lips in response as another wave of wetness pooled out of you, seeping right into his hand. And he fucking laughed, so proud of the reaction he knew his mere words got out of you.

“You like it when I call you a good girl? Because you’re my good little girl, aren’t you?” He continued whispering smugly into your ear, knowing it was making you tremble right under his fingers. You merely nodded feverishly at his words because right then, he slipped another finger in and began scissoring them. His wrist snapping each time he thrusted his fingers into you despite the restraint of your pants. You were nearly seeing fucking stars then.

“You know I’m the Colonel’s good girl.” You barely moaned out, eyes rolling so far back into your head that he probably only saw white when you felt his thick digits brush against your most sensitive spot, starting the recoil in the pit of your stomach. So close. So fucking close, if only he—

“Fuck yeah you are.” He chuckled smugly, pride taking over his features when he saw the utter look of ecstasy in your face, only to take it away merely seconds before you could see stars.

The look on your face was fucking priceless too. You felt your whole soul leave your body when his fingers suddenly left you, leaving you empty and chasing for a high that never came. You were breathless and wide eyed, staring at Rick like you were going to rip his spine out. He had to press a long kiss to your pouty lips because he knew you’d slap the smug smirk off his face if he didn’t.

“Don’t hit me.” He laughed against your lips, his smug but cheeky smile almost made you want to forgive him. Almost.

“The hell was that for? Fucking asshole, you can’t leave a girl hanging like that.” You scoffed loudly, raising your open palm but he dropped to his knees in front of you before you could actually do anything. Oh.

"Who said I was going to leave you like that?" He smirked like he had a devilish plan in mind. And he did, because in a matter of seconds he was pulling your pants and underwear clean off your legs, leaving you pretty much bare. "If you were absolutely dripping with my fingers, I fucking need you to drip on my tongue like that."

And suddenly you were no longer angry. Anger? The hell was that? All you knew was being a fucking shaking mess for Rick Flag.

“Rick wait—” you shuddered when you felt him fan his warm breath right against your clit, making your knees slightly buck under your weight.

“Hm?” He hummed as he looked up at you, casually grabbing your ankle and throwing your leg over his shoulder. Fuck that sight of him, on his knees, with his head between your legs and hazel eyes turned brown staring up at you. It made you so weak you could barely get your words out.

“Rick uhm, maybe you shouldn’t uh, y’know, here, the others and uhm-”

“You’re getting shy on me, Y/N? You’re scared these idiots might see me with my head buried between your legs? Or hear you moan for me? Is that it?” He asked almost mockingly, making fun of how you were suddenly shy, when you’ve probably fucked just about everywhere possible. Public or otherwise. “You know I won’t do anything you don’t want. I’ll stop if that’s what you want, baby.”

Was it really?

Was the sudden feeling of shame and shyness from being out in the jungle and the squad of misfits being within earshot enough to make you want to throw away the sight of the Colonel with his head between your legs? When you could be dead tomorrow and this could be the last time you felt this man take you as he pleased?

Fuck no. Fuck shame, fuck shyness. This man was worth it.

“Fuck no. Do whatever the hell you want. I really need you.” The way this man actually bit his lip when he looked down and caught the sight of your dripping cunt had to be fucking illegal. LIke no man should ever look that hot. The sight alone made you want to scream.

But you’d be screaming soon enough. Before your mind could register anything, Rick was diving forward, his mouth closing over your heat as he licked a long stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit. The tip of his tongue circled expertly around the bundle of nerves before his lips closed around it, sucking hard. The cry that he incited from you echoed throughout the trees, anyone within 20 feet of you probably heard it, but you did not fucking care. Your hand instantly flew to his short hair, gripping at whatever you could get hold of as he worked with his tongue. He alternated between long licks, smooth kitty licks and sucking on your clit, anything to drive you wild. Though as if you weren’t already. You had no idea how you were even holding yourself up because your legs were shaking so much. Your sense of reality had long abandoned you, hell, you couldn’t even think about anything other than his tongue and how good he was making you feel.

“Fuck— God fuck Rick.” You choked out a moan, not even being able to get the sound out. You knew it wouldn’t take long before you were seeing stars again, I mean, you knew Rick wouldn’t stop until you did. That was his mission, and Rick Flag always accomplished his mission. He just wasn’t holding back, he worked with his mouth like a starved man, lapping up your juices as he continued to flick his tongue.

For a moment his thumb came to replace his tongue, spreading the wetness around your clit with quick and sharp circles. He used that moment to catch a glimpse of you, and he swore he felt his cock twitch at the sight of you, jaw hanging open, eyes screwed shut, legs shaking, knowing you were so close.

“Did I ever tell you just how fucking pretty you look from down here? And you look even prettier when you come for me. You gonna do that baby? You gonna be a good girl and come for me?” Goddamn his words were so filthy, his voice was so low and raspy you wanted to come right there and there. Hell, you were going to, your whole body was on fire, you were hot and sweaty, you were a shaking mess as you tried to chase your high. You couldn’t really respond verbally anymore, you didn’t even remember what words were. So you simply nodded desperately, tugging at the longer strands of hair, not so subtly telling him to get his mouth on you. With a low laugh he did.

Before you knew it, Rick was diving in again, gripping the thigh over his shoulder, fingers digging deep into the skin as his mouth closed around your clit and his expert tongue flicked eight figures around the sensitive bud. You were so close you were even bucking your hips, trying to get as much friction as you could. Rick chuckled when you did, sending short vibrations right against you. Just a bit more.

You completely lost it when he started shaking his head from side to side, hot tongue flicking non-stop, and that’s when you really saw stars. Your vision became blurry, your jaw dropped, a loud cry of his name escaping your throat as your whole body trembled under his fingers. He had to hold you then because when your body stopped spasming against the tree, the leg you were standing on slightly gave up and your knees buckled.

“That’s it. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me.” Rick praised as he pulled away from you wet center, pressing small kisses to your inner thigh until you came down from your high, breathing short and heavy. When you opened your eyes, you looked down, and you were met with the filthiest sight ever. The wetness from you was smeared all over his chin and mouth when he pulled away, and you caught him wiping the glistening slick with the back of his hand before his eyes caught yours, and that filthy and mischievous look in them was always so rare to see. He’d save that side of himself for when he was with you. Thank fucking God for that.

“Looking as hot as you do should be fucking ilegal.” You muttered as you watched him stand up to his full height, all 6’2 of him. Damn, he looked even taller when you were slouched against a tree like that. He caught your comment, and he laughed, slightly licking what remained of you on his lips, damn near feeling proud of himself.

“Yeah, I can say the same. That sight from down there? Fucking criminal, no wonder you're on my team.” He caught your mouth again, you could taste yourself in his tongue, but you didn’t care, you kinda liked it actually. As his mouth worked against yours, you took that time to fumble with his belt, you were still shaking but you managed to unbuckle it, the zipper quickly following, undoing it enough so that you could tug them off his hips. When you did, only leaving his boxers in the way, you pulled back, finally tugging that ridiculous shirt off his body.

“Literally fuck that shirt.” You groaned softly, leaving lingering kisses across his chest as you sneaked your hand down and palmed him through his boxers. And he was hard as hell. You had no idea how he managed to get you through an orgasm and not lose his shit in the process. Well, you figured he would now. Because the second he felt your hand, his cock twitched under your touch and a guttural groan rumbled in his chest.

“Don’t fucking play with me.” He growled, his tone suddenly dropping as he grabbed your wrists, the way his whole demeanor suddenly change making you shudder, “baby I swear to god if I don’t fuck you right now I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.” The urgency in his low, raspy voice was enough to make you nod quickly, not another word leaving your mouth. Well, aside from the gasp that left your lips when he turned you around and pressed your front right up against the tree, your only embrace being your own hands.

Before you knew it, you felt him press his bare chest flush against your back, a hand on your hip, while the other rested just above your uninjured shoulder blade, and you knew you had to brace yourself. Damn right you did, because without a warning or even a heads up, he slid right into you, your walls instantly tightening around his thick length. Your eyes instantly rolled into the back of your head, mouth hanging open as a broken cry left your lips, feeling him bury himself to the hilt, not giving you time to adjust or anything. Not that you needed to, you were used to his size, still it always took you a minute to get used to. He always knew you needed a couple of seconds to adjust, so he stilled inside you, chest pressed against your back as he buried his face into your shoulder blades, lips dragging along your skin.

After a second or two, you nodded, reaching behind you to tap his shoulder, signaling he could start moving. You didn’t even have to say it, because right then, he pulled himself almost all the way out, making you feel empty for just a moment, but it was only a second because he quickly snapped his hips, nearly making you scream when he bottomed himself out. He gave you a moan of his own, a low, deep one, right into your ear when he felt your walls clenched around him again.

“Goddamn,” he cursed through gritted teeth, eyes screwed shut as he found a pace, hips snapping with every one of his thrusts, “you’re so fucking tight. Fuck.” He let the words out in a low groan, voice raspy in a way that probably made you squeeze him harder.

Eventually Rick found a rhythm, a quick pace where each thrust dragged along your walls, bottomed him out and started it all over, over and over again. His jaw was hanging wide open, eyes opening and closing as he pounded into you forcefully, each time he had to hold you tighter so your body wouldn’t scratch up against the tree and potentially hurt you. He was doing most of the work. You? Well, you were trying to focus on bracing yourself against the tree without falling face first into it from the forcefulness of Rick’s thrusts. But it was really hard to focus on keeping yourself upright when Rick’s cock brushed perfectly against your most sensitive spot each time he buried himself to the hilt.

You did your best to meet his thrust, pushing back against him, your back was arched against his chest and the sound of slapping skin filled your ears in a way that was almost intoxicating. It left you squirming, shaking so much as the feeling of it all overwhelmed your senses, it was just so much, and it felt so good you knew you wouldn’t last long, especially not with the way Rick’s thrusts only got more precise and rougher. You couldn’t even keep up with him when he picked up speed, so then you were just along for the ride.

“Fuck,” you choked, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, “fuck Rick, don’t stop. God, please, please, Rick, don’t fucking stop.” You basically begged, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach again. You had no idea what that man saw, or heard, or what went through his head then, but he let out the most erotic and guttural moan you have ever heard as he slipped the hand from your shoulder to your neck, long fingers closing around your throat and he fucking squeezed, knocking the air out of you. You opened your eyes in shock, only to let them roll into the back of your head, choked out cry barely leaving your throat. You must’ve squeezed him hard because his jaw completely dropped and his own eyes rolled back, a damn near pornografic moan coming out his mouth.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it huh? Is that what my good girl likes, hm?” He did it again, his fingers tightened around your throat, damn near leaving you without air, and fuck did you like it. The way he could absolutely manhandle you and cause you pain mixed with the way he pounded into you like you were just a ragdoll, that really threw you over the edge.

You wished you would have warned the poor guy, but the minute he squeezed your throat again you lost it, you came hard, a choked out version of his name leaving you lips over and over until your throat closed up and you were nothing but a shaking, shuddering mess. You were absolutely fucked out, breathless, you body nearly gave out then, but a muscular arm wrapped itself around your middle and pressed your back flush against his chest as he held you down on him, the feeling of you clenching so tight around him triggering his own release and he went rigid, stilling inside you as he spilled himself into you. You felt him shudder against you, a low and damn near erotic moan of your name fell on your ear like a broken record as he came.

You were both so breathless, your sweat slick skin sticking to each other as you both took a couple of seconds to come down from your highs, the pleasure of it always being so much you could barely function properly after. You didn’t know about Rick, but you were absolutely spent, fucked out and exhausted. He probably was too. After all, you’ve gotten shot, tortured, thrown around and now fucked, you didn’t know how either of you were still standing. But hey, at least you were both together, in each other’s arms for another night, because tomorrow? Who knows.

Though as much as you loved being held by the pair of muscular tattooed arms, you figured you had to pull away from each other eventually, to clean up at least. So after trying to get his breathing back to normal, Rick unwrapped himself from you before pulling out you, a sharp whimper leaving your mouth when he did so. You had to embrace yourself against the tree as you turned around, because you could not trust your legs to keep you up.

“You look like someone just fucked the lights out of you.” Rick laughed lowly, proudly eyeing the mess he made of you. I mean, your face was flushed and slick with sweat, hair completely disheveled and messy, then there was your neck, man your neck. He had to linger on those, there was a very visible print of five fingers around your throat, his fingers, he did that. He was honestly kinda proud. “That looks good on you, by the way.”

You brushed your fingers over your neck, slightly wincing when you touched the tender skin, you couldn’t help but shoot the soldier a glare, knowing those fingerprints would not go away anytime soon. You flipped him off before you grabbed your pants and underwear from the ground, not bothering to clean your mess yet, you’d do that when you weren’t bare assed in the middle of the jungle. You quickly pulled them up your legs, Rick did the same. But when you looked up he was still shirtless, looking for that damn shirt. Shame, you would love it if he just stayed like that.

“So here I was, trying to be a gentleman and not hurt you, and you wanted me to choke you. Good to know.” He notted to himself. When you turned around after finding his shirt on the ground, you saw the huge smug smirk on his face, he looked so proud too. You couldn’t help but blush in plain embarrassment that he’d call you out like that.

“Shut the fuck up, don’t you dare say that out loud ever again.” You huffed, throwing the shirt right at his face. He caught it, but he bursted out into laughter. And loud, like he found it really fucking hilarious. But you sure as hell didn’t.

“I’m serious Rick, if you ever tell anyone I’m gonna shove shards of glass in your ears while you sleep.” You threatened, narrowing your eyes at him, trying to sound as intimidating as possible, but this man literally fucked the shit out of you mere minutes ago, you were not intimidating him.

“Yeah, alright sweetheart ” He laughed, shaking his head at you dismissively as he got the shirt over his head. Your eyes instantly landed on his tattooed arms for a second while you could still see them, that always being a part of him you always found yourself admiring. And of course, he caught you staring. “C’mere.”

You pouted and sighed heavily, rolling your eyes but did as he said anyway, hugging his middle and resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. He wrapped an arm around you as leaned down, pressing a long loving kiss to your forehead before he spoke.

“I hope you know I meant it when I said you’re never leaving my side again. I can’t lose you, I don’t want to. I want to be able to hold you in my arms like this as long as I’m alive, and I can’t take any chances of some sons of bitches taking you away from me. And if that means I have to find a way to get you off this fucking task force, I will. Is that clear?” You knew he was being serious, he was using his Colonel voice, his eyes were hard, but at the same time they had this fond look in the, like he was looking at the most important things in the world to him. More important than serving his country, more important than any threat your squad was sent to take care of, you were more important than any of that. And if keeping safe meant standing to Amanda Waller, Rick would do it in a heartbeat. And you knew that

“Loud and clear, Colonel.”

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Songs that remind me of the Dutch van der Linde Gang:

(The ones in bold are the ones that are closer to the country/western/campfire/folk-ish style - some of them complete with harmonica - if that’s what you’re looking for!)

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

All American Nightmare by Hinder

Amen by Halestorm

Another Night on Mars by The Maine

Bad Mutha Fucka by Hinder

A Change Is Gonna Come by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Chapter II: Hunger by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Chapter III: Freedom by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Dead and Gone by State Champs

Deliverance by Shawn James

Desert Song by My Chemical Romance

Destroya by My Chemical Romance

Does Your Mother Know by ABBA

Don’t Wait by Neck Deep (feat. Sam Carter)

English Girls by The Maine

Escape Route by Paramore

Franklin by Paramore

In The Mourning by Paramore

King for a Day by Pierce the Veil (feat. Kellin Quinn)

Mama by My Chemical Romance

Na na na by My Chemical Romance

Pressure by Paramore

Renegade by Paramore

The River by Blues Saraceno 

Room 21 by Hinder

Savages by Marina and The Diamonds

See You In Hell by Hinder

Short Change Hero by The Heavy

Smack Down by Thousand Foot Krutch

Son of the Wolf by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters 

The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James

Through the Valley by Shawn James

Til the Casket Drops by ZZ Ward

(Un)Lost by The Maine

Up All Night by Hinder

Waking Up the Devil by Hinder

Whiskey In Hell by Anarbor

The Wild One by Shawn Jame & the Shapeshifters

Wish You Were Here by Neck Deep

The World Is Ugly by My Chemical Romance

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison by My Chemical Romance

Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy

2 Sides of Me by Hinder

By: Marianna | 

Fit to Burst

CO-WRITTEN WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader x Steven Grant

Summary: Marc decides to teach you a lesson when you mistake him for Steven.

Rating: really fucking explicit

Warning/content: Marc's dirty filthy mouth, Steven's over-eager mouth, Marc is wee bit jealous, cunnilingus, overstimulation, refraction period? — we don't know her, established relationship.

Word Count: 3.5k (I have no excuse, pure self-indulgent filth)

[Tag List and Masterlist]

“Does that feel good, love? Think you can come for me again?” 

You don't know how many orgasms he's pulled from you already. Everything sounds like it’s underwater. You can't tell if it’s Marc or Steven fronting right now. If it's Marc who is talking to you, or Steven, taking you apart inch by inch, one devastating orgasm at a time.

Love. He called you love. Steven calls you love. This must be Steven.

Steven’s lips come to the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses meant to soothe, but the sandpaper brush of his stubble makes everything inside you that more wound up, your nerves raw like everything is going to splinter. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, and the soft caress of his breath is searing against your skin, wreaking havoc on you. The low rumbling of his voice, so uncharacteristic of him, is dipped in hunger and greed, and it skitters up and down your spine until it's difficult to breathe. It's a perfect counterpoint to his surprisingly skilled mouth and fingers on you, to the heat spreading under your skin and building to an explosive pitch between your legs. 

“Want you to come all over my mouth, yeah?” he says, with none of his trademark shyness, before he dives back in, tongue laving at your slick folds.

You can’t help but give him what he wants.

You come, your cunt clenches down, spasming around the thick girth of his fingers where he has you stretched open. Everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss. You are so disorientated that you are almost certain you are floating in zero gravity. You can’t even hear your heartbeat anymore. Can’t feel it thump against the cage of your chest. For all you know it might have stopped entirely. All you’re capable of feeling is an abstract tingling sensation that buzzes pleasantly in your veins.

Then you hear his voice, soft and adoring, from somewhere above. His fingers slip out of you, and you whine--even overwrought as you are, you feel empty at the loss.

There’s a gentle palm with soft-worn calluses stroking down the side of your ribs. Comforting kisses press your thighs, as he murmurs quiet praises about how good you are for him and how pretty you look like this.

You can’t help but snort a laugh at that last bit, not sure what he’s on about because you’re sure you look anything but right now. Your hair is soaked with sweat and clinging to your temple; your face, sticky and clammy. You’re certain you must look a complete mess as you lie here in a shambled heap on your bed. Your vision is so blurred you can barely see the white of your ceiling, but you're still able to make out the man above you, gazing down at you like you’ve hung the moon in the sky.

“Think you can give me another one, love? Jus' one more, yeah?”

Fucking hell. This man…  

He doesn’t even give you a moment to gather yourself. You barely have a chance to nod before the saliva-slicked thumb gently presses down on your clit again. For all his sweet cooing and gentle touch and care, he is always merciless in his pursuit to make you come like there’s a prize for him at the end of it. 

"Fucking finally," he huffs under his breath, and if you weren't so completely out of it, you'd tell him it's his own fault for dragging that last orgasm out so long.

As cliche as it sounds, you’re so blissed out of your mind you can’t tell anymore, where the pleasure begins and ends. All you feel is clever fingers already curling inside you again; a greedy hand cupping your breast; a hungry mouth nipping at the hollow of your throat. He’s everywhere, and you spread your legs wider, open yourself up, so he can have every single inch of you. 

The bed shifts, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear the watery edges of your vision. After a moment, your eyes finally refocus on the man in front of you. 

He’s kneeling above you, cock in hand, as he gives it a slow lazy stroke that makes your mouth water. A slick sheen of sweat graces the muscular line of his shoulder, bathed in amber gold of your bedroom light.

“You alright, baby? Want me to keep going?” The look in his eyes is as gentle as ever he checks in on you to make sure you’re okay. Makes you feel precious and cared for. 

The only thing you can do is nod.

“You say stop if it gets to be too much,”  he rasps out as lines himself up against you. 

The first thrust is deep and consuming, and you cry out as the perfect stretch of him has white sparks burning behind your eyelids. You’re so worked up, everything makes a little bit less sense; mind almost a little bit numb. You can barely think straight and you think to yourself ironically, this is probably why they call it being cockdumb. 

And it's not being made better by the way that he’s running his fucking mouth. 

"So fucking perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nips on your ear. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So wet and warm. Fuck, you're so tight right now. Always so tight after you come for us."

He stays there, buried inside you to the hilt to allow you some reprieve and to accommodate around him. You can feel his eagerness to move in the way his cock twitches excitedly inside of you. Can tell he’s resisting that very urge when he grips the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they go bone-knuckled. It strikes heat and pleasure all at once into the pit of your stomach. It’s so good; too much; and it teethers on the edge of the overwhelming. 

A warm hand comes to cup your cheeks. He’s consoling you, brushing away the hair in your eyes, and the touch of it grounds you. “Does that feel good, baby?” 

His eyes are ridiculously gorgeous, deep and rich, you find yourself easily lost in him. All you can see is his sweet half-smile, one corner of his mouth curling upward just for you. All you want to do in your overwrought state of mind is to please him, to praise him on how good he always makes you feel, so you do. 

"So good. Feel so full. No one fucks me like you do, Steven."

He stills. 

From above, you see it, the moment his expression changes. Gone is the indulgent softness. The curl of his full lips turned into a scowl. Those deep rich eyes bleed into sternness fixed with a dark glower. You realise a bit too late that Marc is the one inside you now, not sweet Steven. 

You try to think back. When did his voice change? His accent? His eyes are narrowed instead of wide adoring affection. Everything about his body language is different, must have changed before this, and how stupid is it that you didn’t notice until now? As much as you hate to admit it, you're just a little bit out of it; a little bit come dumb from how the two of them have made you come again and again. 

The next thing you register is the emptiness inside you as he slips almost entirely out of you; until only the blunt tip rests inside you. There’s a look in his eyes, a flash of something determined and almost dangerous, as he adjusts his hips against you. 

There’s no warning as he thrusts all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you. Deep and hard. It strikes something absolutely fucking devastating in you until it steals away your breath and makes you cry out. 

“Fuckohfuck, Marc!” 

“That's right, baby.” He leans over with his lips to your ear, voice low and dark and demanding as he rolls his hips, and then grinds deep within you. “Say it again. Who fucks you like this?”

Everything’s sharp and bright inside you; the rush of pleasure that comes with every thrust mind-numbing. You don’t know how Marc expects you to give him an answer; can’t even stutter out the ‘you’ that’s right on the tip of your tongue. Instead all that comes out is a pitiful sob. 

"No? Still not good enough for you?” Marc demands. 

You thought at first, with what little brain power was available to you, that he was jealous, and maybe there’s some of that in there too, but there’s something else. Something almost teasing that makes you think he’s not even all that upset about your mistake. The bastard that he is, he just wants to capitalise on the opportunity to push you to your limit. 

“Our girl is so greedy, isn’t she?” he continues mercilessly, ”Always wanting more. How about—" two hands come to rest on the inside of your thighs, lifting you off the mattress until your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he presses the delicious weight of his body on top of yours, folding you nearly in half. "How about this?"

His voice is pure savage glee, a kid that gets to play and pull apart his toy in whatever manner he wants. Your fingers twist into the sheets, trying to grab on tight because it feels like you are falling off the edge of the very world. Then Marc rolls his hips into you at the devastating new angle and it knocks the breath out of your lungs, tipping you past that very edge. 

It doesn't matter that you're ready to repent. Doesn’t matter that you’re trying to moan your explanation in between insistent, merciless strokes. "That's not— fuck, ooooh shit, Marc, I didn’t mean—"

That man is not letting up, and with how hard you came just mere minutes ago, he's already got you so keyed up that you can feel that all familiar pressure and heat settle against the line of your spine with an alarming speed. 

There’s a brief hesitation in his rhythm, like his concentration was broken for a moment, and you catch him glancing at the mirror. You wonder if Steven's there telling Marc to stop. Steven’s always looking out for you; would do anything for you, and that includes taking care of you in bed. But when you turn your head sideways, the mirror shows you the same perfect reflection of reality it always does. 

If Steven's there, you can't see him. Instead, all you can see is the image of yourself being split open by Marc. How Marc towers over you, with his lean stature. The firm muscles on his back sloping down to the generous curves of his ass like he was a carved marble statue meant to depict the ancient Greek deities themselves. Those thick raven curls furl with heat and sweat against his forehead. He’s so fucking beautiful it’s unfair. 

“You looking for Steven to save you?” Firm fingers grip the edge of your jaw, forcing your gaze back towards Marc. “Well too fucking bad. Steven’s not here. You’re stuck with me.”

Alright, nevermind. Definitely jealous then.

Marc’s next thrust drives a strange squeaking noise from your lungs, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren't so far gone. 

"What was that,—” Marc taunts, huffing out a dark laugh between thrusts, “—did you want me—to stop?"

His voice is unbearably smug, and you almost want to tell him to stop just on principle, but fuck that. You don’t want him to stop. Even though it's so fucking much that it borders on the unbearable. You shake your head frantically. You never want him to stop. “That’s what I… thought,” Marc grits out, thrusting hard on the last word.  

He’s driving up against something perfect and molten inside of you, and heat rises up in you like a tide, seething under your skin. You think you might actually be going to come again, but the sensation is immense, nearly unbearable, and you clutch at Marc, whimpering as it threatens to swamp your already overwhelmed and overstimulated system. 

“It’s alright. You’re alright, baby,” he rasps out, not even slowing down. “You can take it, can’t you? Take it for me like a good girl.” Then he tilts your hips up even farther, and that’s it. You’re done. 

Fierce, electric heat explodes outwards, crackling rapturously through your limbs, submerging you entirely until you lose track of reality for a minute. 

When you come back to yourself, Marc is still thrusting into you. The rhythm of it is soothing, drawing out your pleasure in a way you’ve never known before, like you've hit a plateau rather than travelling up and down a mountain. Distantly you note that everything is a slick mess. That you are soaking Marc’s cock with how wet your cunt is for him. You can feel it leaking out of you with every press and retreat of him inside you, dripping down over the curve of your ass onto the bed sheets.

Then, out of nowhere, Marc does stop.  

The sound you make is damn near inhuman. Fuck, why?? Why is he stopping when all you need is more of him? 

Your eyes flutter open to see Marc staring at the mirror, his full attention focused on his reflection. On Steven. 

You don’t know what Steven is saying to him, but whatever it is, has Marc chuckling. 

He turns away from the mirror with a toothy grin full of mischief, and he leans back down towards you, pressing his mouth close so he can whisper in your ear like it's a secret; like Steven can't always hear him no matter how quiet he's being.

“He wants me to fuck you harder. Stretch you all the way open on our cock. Make you come again.”

You have no way of knowing if that’s true or if Marc is just saying that to get a rise out of Steven. You can’t exactly hear Steven’s end of the conversation. But it doesn’t matter, because Marc’s doing it. 

You don’t know if you want to escape the sensation or demand more of it. But you can’t do either. In fact, you seem to have lost control of your body completely. All you can do is shudder and whine under him as Marc follows Steven’s alleged request and pushes himself hard and deep inside of you—oh God, just like that—again and again. 

The pleasure twines and spreads slowly though your heavy limbs until you're completely drunk on the sensation of Marc's cock driving into you. He’s reduced you to a heap of bones, flesh and skin without any sentient thought left in your brain. Until you have lost all other sensation to the point where you almost miss the way that Marc is murmuring a string of filth into your ear. 

“That’s right, baby. You’re not done yet.” 

You can’t look away from him, the way that sweat is dripping down his collarbone, the mesmerising rise and fall of his chest as his breath is rasping in and out of his lungs. 

“Gimme one more,” he says. “You come on my cock one more time, then I’ll fill you up. Make a mess of you, and Steven can clean you up with his tongue.” 

This man is the devil. 

You don’t know what that makes you when you’re so aroused by the picture he’s painting for you. 

You’re exhausted. Every inch of you feels tender. You have been strummed and plucked and pushed over the edge again and again until all of you has become one single raw overwrought nerve. At this point you’re not even sure you’re physically capable of coming again. But still, white heat sparks and cracks and invades your numb limbs until you’re thrumming with it.

He's rutting into you, hips in an uneven jerking place, grinding as if he needs to get deeper, as deep inside you as he can to stake his claim and never leave. And fuck, you wish he could. You want him to fuck you like this forever and never stop.  

Your cunt flutters around the thick girth of him involuntarily, and it does something to Marc too. He gasps and swears, hips stuttering forward into you, and it's almost enough.... almost... almost...

"Marc..." your voice breathy, pleading, barely recognizable to your own ears.

"Fuck," Marc huffs out. His hips stutter in its pace. If you didn’t know any better, from the way he closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if to gather himself, you’d think his trademark control is slipping. But then he seems to rally himself and pulls back, almost all the way out.

You clutch at him. If he stops now, if he dares to deny you, you swear to god, you will actually kill this man, or failing that, die on the spot in protest. Your fingers digging into the firm meat of his shoulders, sobbing his name. You need—more, need everything, need him, need to— 

“Shh,” he hushes you with a soothing coo, comforting fingers brushing back the sweat-slicked hair clinging to your forehead. “I'm right here, baby. Let go, I've got you.”

His tone doesn’t match his actions. Marc thrusts back in, driving so deep you can fucking taste it, and you dimly realize that you're screaming as the pleasure streaks outward, tearing your world apart.

It’s a flickering light that is dimming and finally dies out from the surge of electricity. Your brain completely loses all higher functions and all that is left is the rush of heat that spreads all over you. It pours and pours until you’re lightheaded and the whole room spins with it. Everything feels blissfully tight; too much and just enough. Then you come.

When you open your eyes, you see those gorgeous dark eyes rolling back, baring the long line of his throat and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. The sharp edge of his jaw, pink pouty lips all shiny and slick from you. You swear those thick sweat soaked curls glisten in the dim light. He’s so ridiculously gorgeous, you can hardly believe he is real. 

Marc isn’t far behind you. His cock pulses, spilling warm heat inside of you with a strained moan. Every muscle in him goes rigid against you. 

Then Marc collapses onto you, arms wrapped all around you as he lands on top of you on the bed, his firm weight resting on top of you. Both of you are a boneless and sweaty tangled heap against the mattress. His firm chest is pressed against you, so close the beat of his heart is hammering against your skin. 

In the silence of your bedroom, your harsh, panting breaths echo as if you just finished the most harrowing marathon of your lives. There’s a gentle hand stroking the plane of your back. It’s so gentle, the touch of it so adoring that you’re not sure if it’s Marc or Steven, but you don’t think it matters much at all.  

As you come down, your senses slowly flicker awake. You can feel the soft gentle comfort of a reassuring touch running along your thighs. A warm hand petting you over the wideness of your hip bones, soft stroking caresses to coax you back down from your high. 

Eventually, your breaths slow, and he pushes himself up, and away from your chest with shaky arms, until you can see his soft gorgeous face that is practically glowing as he smiles down at you. Utterly boyish, utterly charming. 

Steven, you realise. Steven’s back…

“You alright there, love? Was Marc too rough?” His thick brows knit together in worry. An expression of guilt bleeding into his handsome face. 

In your exhaustion, you find yourself still breathless as you try to answer him, “Yeah. No, I’m alright,” you pause, and lower your voice, feeling suddenly, inexplicably shy. “I… I liked it."

At your response, that worried expression breaks out into a beaming grin that makes your heart leap and skip several beats with unadulterated fondness. 

“Good. That’s good, yeah.” 

Steven is a fucking sight onto himself. Your eyes trail downwards, from his chest, that’s glistening with sweat down to his torso and— bloody fucking hell. Your eyes widen at the sight. You don’t even know how, but Steven’s already hard again or maybe he just never went down for the count at all. His other hand is fisting his cock, a slick mess of white lines of cum that’s dripping down the aching length of him as it twitches and jumps with undeterred eagerness. 

“Then, um…. Sorry to ask, but do you think…” It’s Steven’s turn to look down bashfully, then back up at you. His cheeks are flushed with a deep pink; hair, a tousled mess with a pleading expression in his eyes, that you cannot possibly turn down.

“Do you think we could go again? …please?”

Dear fucking God, these men. Steven may be all sweet and polite about it, but deep down he’s just as greedy and demanding as Marc. Maybe worse. 

You’re not sure how you’re going to survive these two, but you’re going to enjoy the ride. 

Dedication and Credits:

@krissology for chasing her dreams with such boundless courage and gumption, I'm forever proud to have a friend like her who is so absolutely fucking fierce and fearless. She's one of the most talented writers I've come across and she is publishing her debut novel Forget Me Now, available for pre-order here. Go support this brilliant human being, you won't regret it.

@thirstworldproblemss to my most beloved and brilliant co-writer, who stays up with me all night and all day to prawn like no one has prawn ever before. I never have more fun than when I am in a google doc with you, screaming about the beauty of this man and writing out the exact same suggestions to each other at the same time.

@frannyzooey for succeeding to make me cry on a Tuesday afternoon in the office with her kind words and support. You're someone that I'm endlessly proud to call a friend, for your humour, your kindness and your warmth. You are just one of the best humans and I hope you wake up everyday and know that and if you don't, I will remind you everyday.