They’ll Never Listen

We now have 283 days to try and be normal about him.

Which won't happen.

Frank's thick fingers plunge deep into your soaked pussy while Peter's slender ones circle your swollen clit with practiced rhythm. Both men sit pressed against you on the edge of your bed, their free hands wrapped around each other's hard cocks, stroking in sync.

They kiss hungrily right in front of your face, tongues sliding wet and desperate—Frank groans into Peter's mouth as Peter's thumb swipes over his leaking cockhead. Then Frank breaks away to crush his lips against yours, tasting like whiskey and your sweet boyfriend, while Peter immediately latches onto Frank's neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

Peter's fingers never stop working your clit as Frank's tongue invades your mouth. When Frank pulls back, Peter claims your lips next, his kiss softer but no less hungry, while Frank's mouth finds the sensitive spot behind Peter's ear.

"Shit, you two feel fuckin' goooood." Frank drawls out against Peter's neck, his fingers curling inside you to hit that perfect spot. Peter's grip tightens on Frank's cock as he moans into your mouth.

They switch again—Frank sucking on your bottom lip while Peter attacks his throat, teeth scraping over stubble. Their hands never falter, working your cunt and each other's cocks with steady, filthy determination. The wet sounds of fingers pumping into you mix with the slick slide of hands on hard flesh and the constant exchange of spit between all three of you.

haha oh no, having wisdom teeth out is the worst! here are some silly doped up boys for you...

Ryland Grace

Tries to say he can do it by himself, you don't need to worry, but is so relieved when you say you'll take him. You've only been dating for a couple of months and he's worried this is all too soon, but of course you wouldn't let him go alone!

Holds your hand very tightly on the way there, then melts into your arms as he stumbles out of the dentist's office.

Is this the first time he says "I love you"? Yes, and he repeats it over and over, dreamily muttering it every time you do something to help him (opening the car door, buckling him in, feeding him sips of water).

Is pretty embarrassed when he comes to, but when you tell him you love him too, he can't stop blushing and grinning even through the cotton wool in his mouth....

Holland March

Holland needs to be manhandled into the car on the way out, probably with a bit of help from Healy. He has no coordination whatsoever (and as we know he’s pretty clumsy anyway).

Turns on the radio and screams along. Tries to get you to join in. His mouth is full of cotton wool, so you can barely hear what he’s saying anyway…

Attempts to make himself a drink the moment he gets home, drops the bottle, spills the bourbon on the floor. Screeches a muffled “JEESUZ”, then tries to lick the spill out of the carpet. 

Eventually you get him onto the couch where he sprawls on you and immediately conks out for five hours. 

When he wakes up: “I did all that? Huh… doesn’t sound like me.” “It does sound like you, dad.” “Dammit Holly. Betrayed by my own goddamn daughter…”

Lars Lindstrom

Huge cuddle bug. The anaesthetic numbs the pain of his aching jaw and of how uncomfortable touch feels to him.

Very confused when you walk him to the car. Can’t stop touching you like he can’t quite believe you’re real. 

When you try to bring him back to the house, he’s a bit resistant. “No… ‘m married…” “Yeah, Lars, you’re married to me.” 

Stares at you like this is the revelation of the century. “‘M your husban’? Wow… 'm lucky..."

Cuddles with you on the sofa until the anaesthetic wears off and touch is painful again. He gently pulls away but is still very thankful you took care of him, and holds your pinkie across the sofa like the two of you do every evening. 

The Driver

Huge act of trust to even ask for your help. You don’t underestimate what this means for your relationship, especially because you have to drive him. 

Comes willingly when you shepherd him back to the car after the op, and is another one who’s big on touch, just staring at you in the driver’s seat and caressing your thigh, your arm, anything he can reach. 

You sit him on the sofa and make him a drink. When he’s able to take the padding out his mouth, you help him down a couple of painkillers. 

Shoots you with the gentlest, most sincere “thank you” that you’ve ever heard in your life. When the swelling’s gone down, you give him a dozen kisses to let him know he’s welcome. 

Colt Seavers

Will not shut the fuck up. Yammers on and on, even when he can’t really move his jaw because of the dressing. 

“Hey baby y’ ever kissed a stuntman?” Immediately tries to do a forward roll and falls over instead (ignores the pain because the anaesthetic is great). 

Can be lured home with many kisses and a held hand. 

You sit him on the sofa and try to walk to the kitchen to grab him some water, but he just goes “noooooo” and pulls you back. He’s still very strong even when he’s loopy…

Hugs you tight and sings in your ear until he drifts off. Is very sorry for himself when he wakes up, but even more kisses are a great remedy…

Ken

Stares you dead in the eye and recites sonnet 18 word-perfectly. Cries so hard he gets dehydrated. Then falls asleep for ten hours straight. 

Genuinely doesn’t remember a single part of the above. 

nnghhf okay i did this for colt AND ryland MWHA!

COLT!

Colt has you pinned agains his kitchen island, his calloused hand cups the back of your neck while the other works your pants down. Sweat and grease cling to his skin, the faint scent of dirt mixing with his cologne.

"Been thinking about this all day...." he mutters against your ear, voice low and rough. He frees his cock, thick and heavy, and lines himself up without hesitation. The first thrust punches the air from your lungs as he sinks in deep, hips snapping forward with desperate force.

"Daddy—" The word slips out before you can stop it.

Colt freezes mid-thrust, his entire body going rigid. A low, broken whimper escapes his throat. His grip on your hip tightens hard enough to bruise. "Say that again?" he demands with strained tone.

When you repeat it, his cock twitches violently inside you. He pulls back and drives in harder, setting a punishing rhythm that makes you jolt up the granite. "Fuck, baby—keep calling me that. Daddy's got you. Daddy's gonna fuck you so good."

His thrusts grow erratic, desperate. Every time the word leaves your lips he groans louder, his movements becoming rougher.

He reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles, determined to make you cum while you keep crying that name. When you finally clench around him, he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard, flooding you with egregious amounts of himself while his forehead presses against your shoulder. "That's it—That's—" he pants. "That's my baby. Daddy's so fucking proud of you."

RYLAND!

Ryland has you bent over the couch, the texture of the fabric an unusually sensation against your clamy body. His formal attire shirt is still on, half-unbuttoned, his tie loosened. The apartments quiet hum of the city and neighbors fills the background as he works his cock into you with slow, deliberate strokes.

"You're taking me s-so...good..." he murmurs, one hand splayed between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. His pace is measured, almost mapped and planned out, until the word tumbles from your mouth.

"Daddy.."

Ryland's rhythm stutters. A sharp inhale cuts through the quiet. His fingers flex against your spine, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. "O-oh god.." he breathes, voice cracking.

The composed stern facade fractures. His next thrust is harder, deeper, knocking a startled moan from your throat. "Again." he orders, the word trembling. "Call me that again."

You do, and something in him snaps. He grips your hips with both hands and starts fucking you in earnest, the couch scraping across the floor with each powerful drive. His breathing turns ragged, deliberate movements replaced by raw need. "That's right—say it while I fill you up. Daddy's going to cum in-ins...I-im so...close—"

He cums with a strangled groan, hips jerking as he pumps you full, his rough button-up brushing against your back.

You had a terrible day at the coffee shop. You came in late because apparently no one in LA knows how to drive, your boss yelled at you, and if that’s not bad enough, you spilt coffee on your white shirt.

Unlocking the door, you walk into your shared apartment, sighing as throw your bag onto the counter. Sebastian, your boyfriend, sits at his small piano, playing away without a care in the world. He sees your disheveled state, immediately frowning. “Bad day?” he dares to ask. You give him a stern look, immediately regretting it. It wasn’t his fault, after all.

You sigh again, nodding. He doesn’t say anything at first, observing the coffee stain on your shirt. “Go change,” he says, not really asking. You give him another look before going into your shared bedroom, changing out of your coffee-stained shirt. You wipe off the remaining residue from your skin, deciding to just shower later.

You emerge from the bedroom, wearing a pair of shorts and one of Sebastian’s casual shirts. You’re about to sit on the couch before his voice breaks the verbal silence. “C’mere,” he sighs, patting the spot on the bench beside him. You walk over, sitting next to him as he resumes playing.

You exhale, resting your head on his shoulder, the notes calming you. He turns his head to kiss the top of your head, resting there for a moment before straightening his posture. He continues playing, eventually relieving you of most of your stress, the music dissolving it.

By the time he’s through with the piece, you’re halfway asleep. “Sweetheart, are you hungry?” he whispers, wrapping an arm around you to rub your side. You look up at him, “Dinner sounds nice,” you say, your first real smile of the day forming across your face, all because of your loving, musician boyfriend.

synopsis — luke likes to use his strength to his advantage—especially when it comes to you. here are three different examples of that.

cw — mdni, afab & f!reader, manhandling, cunnilingus, light overstimulation, luke likes to ask for permission, (over)use of ‘baby’ as a pet name, luke has sweetie moments, i think that’s it!

wc — around 1.7k

a/n — tysm to the anon who sent in this idea! i had so much fun writing it! and a HUGE thank you to sweet sue aka @rockylandphm and fabulous fizz aka @alienfizzhead for reading over this and helping me out with it tremendously!! thank you both for your kind words and i appreciate you two so much! <3

Luke is a strong man, he’s aware of that.

His muscles, prominent and built by consistent physical labor, are a clear representation of that raw strength he holds inside of him.

He likes to use it for you. You get that sweet look in your eyes when you need something and he’s yours, whatever you need from him.

Dan Dunne

Contains NSFW content, basically just smut, drug use (don’t do drugs).

18+ MDNI

How’s that for quiet?

wc & warnings: 583 - smut w/o plot, nsfw, pussy slapping, oral (fem recieving), afab!reader, one use of ‘attagirl’ near the end, fingering.

tags/dedications: @doevotions @rentsturner @prudejudee @astrophxge @iktheend @court-gentrys @nerd-do-well

synopsis: colt seavers eats you out and he won’t shut up!

the sounds capable of leaving colt seavers mouth should be illegal, these high pitched whines and whimpers always take you by complete surprise. over the years of being together, you’ve learnt the only way of truly shutting him up is to sit on his pretty face to quell the string of curses that come out of his pinkened lips, yet that didn’t always quell the noise either.

he had you this way now, pushed against the headboard of the bed and your thighs sandwiching his head just tight enough to put some pressure there, but not enough to hurt him. wettened sounds erupt from below followed by “ough, fuck i- mm!” from the stuntman, his nose bumping the sensitive head of your clit, his calloused hands scratching at your thighs and you just know theres gonna be some bruises littering the skin, always unaware of his own strength, akin to a puppy.

paying attention to him, draws your eyeline down to his hips, gripping the shaggy blonde curls on his head, pulling softly, “please” leaving his lips. his structured, almost golden hips roll against the mattress where you’re sure he’ll leave a patch of precome there, always ridiculously wet and leaky.

colt’s hands wander, a thick, long finger pushing at the entrance of your cunt, making your head dip to the side, another eruption of delicious moans exiting his mouth, speaking into your clit. “so fucking tight-“ he curls the finger at an upwards angle, his hands shaking gently and you’d never been more turned on in your life watching him try his hardest to push you over the edge.”mpmh, taste so… sweet baby, could dive in this cunt everynight” and you swat at his back gently, because he already DOES do this everynight, rain or shine, a mischievous chuckle sounding out.

you look up at his body once more, watery eyed and jaw clenched “oh god. colt shut the fuck up already and do your job” this only seems to stir him on, dipping a second finger into you, causing your hips to twitch at the delicious stretch down there, clenching around the digits as they move in time with his silky tongue. every now and then he teases you with a kitten lick, maybe biting softly at your hip bones, taking every inch of you he could possibly taste before dipping back between his favourite pair of legs. he removed his fingers, slapping the wet skin once more and trailing a harsh tongue down the left hand side of your entrance, before shoving two fingers back in, a mean streak in him.

your feet slide up his muscled back, light touches, digging your heels in, which spurs his hips on more to press against your bed sheets, angling his cock so it is stuck between the bed and his thighs, vibrations of his heavy moans against you only pushing you closer towards orgasm. his tongue and fingers find a steady rhythm now. you whine once, twice and three times before you’re scratching at his hair and soaking his lips and face, calf nearly cramping up as you are pushed through your orgasm by your dumbass boyfriend, making his own obscene noises between your thighs.

collaboration with goosepen! @rentsturner @stxrrrdusttt @regalfirebird @iktheend @lindstrms !!

. c.w: smut, nsfw, remote control vibe, exhibitionism, ‘replicant’

usage, semi-public, nurses bay, blood mention, not beta read,

afab reader, mildly ooc k.

you were in the nurses bay as per usual, the night shift was always the busiest with the illumination of city lights, through a greened out window in the LAPD office, a harsh contrast to the luminescence of the corridor outside the room. you had managed to get away to the privacy office room, writing up some paperwork on the see-through screen of the computer, a heavy sigh leaving your lips and scratching your forehead in contemplation, desperate to get away from the room and take a well deserved shower.

a gentle knock at the door sounded through and you pressed send, shutting off the computer screen and giving a lopsided smile to the figure standing there, it was k, your favourite patient by far, sporting a decent sized cut to his forehead, small flow of blood trickling down his cheek, enough to need a stitch or two. you sighed once more, pushing away from the desk and rolling your eyes, wordless conversation as you pulled him down the corridor towards the medbay. the walk there was quiet as usual, a few lingering stares at your arm wrapped around the replicant's arms, as well as a comment or two on him touching you. you chose to ignore them of course, ignorance against yours and your friends relationship was talk of the town, and at least it meant they weren’t talking about someone else you supposed.

when you reached the med bay, you escorted him to an empty bed, instructing that he takes off his jacket and sits on the bed, moving to grab some equipment and placing it neatly on the trolley, washing your hands and pulling on some blue nitrile gloves, he opens his legs gently to allow you to stand between them, and squeezing gently around your waist when you move in, a slight flushed colour rising up your body. “I told you to be careful didn’t I?” you chided him like a child and he nods, maintaining eye contact. “‘m sorry…” he whispers out barely above a whisper before you move out of his grasp.

moving over to the table to grab some antiseptic, he quietly motions towards the small device in his hand. “okay if I write some things up? have a report due at 0100 and need to get it in”. You nodded back at him, not turning to face him, he was right, the consequences for him were kind and at least he had come to get patched up at least rather than the incident with the superglue a few months ago.

there was something you were sure you had to tell him, biting your lip deep in thought before looking back, watching him type away softly, holding the gauze to his forehead, hands gently pressed there when he hisses at the sharp sting. “sorry. sorry…” you smile apologetically, gently cleaning away the dried blood which sat there. you hummed, working away and deciding just two stitches would be required here, fetching the equipment once more from the trolley, turning when-

oh? what was that?

a familiar buzz kicked up between your legs and a shuddering sound left your lips, turning quickly on your heel to face him, there was a dumbfounded and innocent look on his face, but what he was doing to you was not at all innocent, and you remember the conversation from a few weeks ago.

he’d brought home the little device, bringing it up over dinner, (which made you choke on the food). holding it out in his hand and turning it in the light. “i want you to wear this everyday…” you’d laughed at first, but the expression on k’s face was nothing but serious. “you’re not joking are you k?” you took the device from his hand and nodded when he shook his head ‘no’.

you had slipped it into your panties as requested by the replicant daily, anticipating when he would turn it on, it had become second nature to wear it now, not even noticing the lump of the silicone anymore. you gripped the bedframe and stared at him like a deer in headlights. your eyes trailed over his body, landing on his forearm where his phone was open, the pink app highlighted, simple in design and with a rudimentary up and down control system.

the devious smirk on his face took your breath away and he opened his mouth “you’ve been wearing it?”. you nod quickly, looking around the room, seeing a few other regulars and nurses traipsing in and out, far too busy to even notice you and k in the corner of the room. “what would happen if i-“ he trailed off, pressing the ‘up’ button a few times and you move forward, whining softly as it buzzed harder against your clit, placing a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself, his other hand coming up to grip your waist.

as the buzz picked up, you’d wondered why on earth you’d agreed to this in the first place, struggling not to keel over and hide your head in his shoulder, perhaps bite the skin there. his hand on your hip was basically the only thing keeping you standing now and he looks over to the nurses table. “aren’t you going to patch me up, nurse?” you huff out a breath at his teasing and shake your head “not.. funny…” you grip his shoulder tighter, whimpering when the buzz hits you in the perfect spot.

”i’m not laughing” he reiterates, softly stroking circles on your hip “you look so beautiful like this, hmm? so flushed and embarrassed” his eyes peer around the room, everyone busy doing their own thing “so good for me”, his forearm flexes again as he hits the max setting on the app, your knees feel like jelly and you cry out a little, gaining the attention from a nearby patient, who quickly looks back away, thinking maybe you’d stubbed your toe or something.

”are you going to cum, honey?” the nickname had you nodding quickly, fingernails leaving small crescent moons in his shoulder, talking you through the build up and nodding when you nod back. “shhh, there we go, ive got you, you can cum sweetheart, i’ll look after you, promise” and you falter, eyes focused on him,as he nods softly. you were certain your panties would be soaked through as the buzz comes to a standstill, heaving breaths leaving your lips, staring at him.