Claire Keane

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Battle of the Mouths
summary : completions between best friends are nothing new, only this time, y/n is the prize.
characters : black male reader x scott mccall x stiles stilinksi
note : this is so fucking ridiculous but i had an idea and i had no choice but to execute 😭😭 plus this is very in character for at least stiles
warnings : smut, oral ( y/n receiving ), cum threesome, swallowing, facials, face riding, ass eating, i think that’s it
“I’m sorry, you want to do what?”
When Stiles called Y/N over late on a school night saying that he and Scott needed his help, Y/N thought there was some sort of emergency. Beacon Hills was far from a safe place, especially when Y/N’s close circle of friends were comprised of supernatural creatures.
But when he got there, everything seemed to be normal. Well, as normal as things could be when Stiles and Scott were together.
Now he was sitting in Stiles’ desk chair, staring at the best friends with bewilderment clear as day on his expression. When the reason why he was called over so late was revealed, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There had to be some camera hidden in the room to capture his reaction during this obvious prank. Maybe Asthon Kutcher had come out of retirement for one last episode of Punk’d, and Y/N was the star.
But from the look on their faces’, that didn’t seem to be likely.
“Jesus Christ, Scott. Why did we choose him again?” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back on his bed.
Scott sighed. “Because he’s one of our oldest friends. We can trust him not to judge us.”
“But he’s dumb.”
“I’m not dumb, you sack of shit, I’m confused,” Y/N corrected him. He looked at Scott, who was clearly nervous, but he was the easier one to talk to. “I just want to make sure I’m hearing this right. You two want to—“
“Suck your dick.“
Scott closed his eyes when his best friend spoke, shaking his head in disbelief. Despite being 100% on board with it, Stiles could’ve even more delicate in his approach. “Jesus.”
“We were arguing over who we think could be the better one. Granted, neither of us have done this before—“ Stiles cut himself off as he looked at Scott. “You haven’t done this before, right? I swear to God, if you have some secret advantage—“
“I haven’t!” Scott exclaimed. “I’m straight. I think?”
Y/N barked out laughter that filled the room. Thankfully the Sheriff was stuck at the station for couple of hours, giving Y/N free range to be as loud with his disbelief as he wanted to. “Oh my God, you’re completely serious right now.”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” Scott wondered, furrowing his eyebrows. “It was between you or Danny. We agreed that you’re the cuter one. Plus, Danny’s a bit of a…”
“Whore. He’s a whore,” Stiles finished. “He’s slept with half the town. I mean, you probably have too since you’re hot as fuck, but knowing him, he’s probably slept with more.”
Y/N looked between the two guys in front of him, trying to figure out what in the fuck was wrong with them. They were never known to be a smart duo, but this was something else. They wanted him, someone who had known them their entire life, to pull out his dick and let them suck it to… prove a point?
The idea of having both of them on their knees sucking his dick was something he could get behind. It would be an utter lie to deny that his friends were attractive. He’s seen them naked plenty of times too during the years on the lacrosse team, so Y/N knew there was a possibility he could be sexually attracted to them. But to have it sprung on him made Y/N second guess why he even answeee Stiles’ phone call to begin with.
Stiles sighed as he stood up from the bed. “Pull it out,” he demanded.
“I never agreed,” Y/N pointed out.
Stiles gave him a knowing look. “If you didn’t want to do this, you would’ve left the moment I said it. So, shut up and pull your dick out.”
Y/N kept quiet since there was no point in arguing with the truth. He was still in the room for a reason. He was never going to turn away an attractive guy offering sex. After all, he was a man and they were basic creatures. Two attractive guys offering sex? Well, that was simply impossible for him to deny.
Sighing, Y/N stood up and untied the string to his gym shorts. They were all in agreement that whatever happened in this room, whether it was simply dick sucking or if they allowed themselves to go further, would never leave. Even Lydia and Malia couldn’t find out about this, and Y/N told them everything. Especially when it came to his juicy love life. If the girls found out then there goes any semblance of respect they had for them. They wouldn’t go a moment without making fun of him for being so easy.
When he dropped his gym shorts, which he coincidentally didn’t have anything else under, the tension in the room amplified. Scott’s eyes bulged and Stiles’ jaw dropped, both transfixed by the piece of meat dangling between Y/N’s legs. The reaction wasn’t anything new. He just thought the two guys that seen it almost daily wouldn’t be so surprised by how big he was on soft. Just wait until they saw him aroused.
“That’s not human,” Stiles said, shaking his head. He turned toward Scott. “That can’t human. Right?”
“I’m 100% human meat,” Y/N told him. “You sound scared.”
Stiles blushed as he attempted at standing his ground. “Me? Scared? Psh!“ he said, waving his hand dismissively.
Y/N decided to let him get off easy, despite the obvious shake of confidence Stiles just experienced. “You each get five minutes to make me cum. Seems fair enough, yeah? Let’s see who gets me there first.”
“Only five minutes? Doesn’t it take longer?” Scott wondered, unashamed of his lack of knowledge on how to suck a guy off.
“I haven’t slept with anyone for a while so Junior’s a bit easy to please,” Y/N admitted.
“You named your dick Junior?” Stiles snorted. “Could you be any more cliche?”
Y/N rolled his eyes. “Since talk too much, you’re going first. Maybe this will finally shut you up.”
Stiles challenged his gaze as he approached him. “Nothing can shut me up,” he said.
He pushed Y/N back into the desk chair, dropping to his knees in front of him. While his movements were hesitant, Stiles took the base of Y/N’s dick in his hand and began stroking. Y/N looked over at the clock on Stiles’ desk, noting the time was 8:57. Stiles had until 9:02 to make him cum or he would lose the bet, which he doubted would happen. While he had hope Scott would do his best, Stiles wasn’t fooling anyone. This was his idea and he was as eager as ever to do it. Scott was just going along for the ride because he was too curious to miss out.
Stiles started off slow at first, wrapping his lips around the tip. Y/N hummed in approval, leaning back in the chair as Stiles focused on striking his dick while sucking on the tip. It felt… oaky. It wasn’t anything impressive, but then again, this was more of a learning experience for the boys than it was for Y/N to get off.
As he sucked longer, Stiles seemed to grow more confident. He took more of Y/N’s dick in his mouth, opening his mouth wider to accommodate the girth. Drool spilled out the side of his mouth, which he used to lather on the base of Y/N’s dick. That’s when it started to feel good. From amateur to above average in an instant, YN’s breathing picked up as Stiles started to suck at a faster pace. More and more spit dribbled down the side of his face as he went down further, feverishly bobbing his head halfway as he stroked the remaining inches with both of his hands.
“Is he doing okay?” Scott asked, eyes glued to Y/N’s dick as he watched it glisten in the light above them.
“He’s alright,” Y/N shrugged. “Nothing special.”
Stiles challenged the obvious challenge by swallowing as much of the dick as he could. When the tip hit the back of his throat, his entire body shook as his gag reflex kicked in. The sound bounced off the walls as he spit everywhere. He was a messy duck sucker. He got a few extra points for that, since Y/N liked a guy who wasn’t afraid to give it his all, no matter how messy it could get.
Y/N hummed in delight at the vibration, resting his head on top of Stiles’ messy head of hair. Stiles picked the pace back up, gagging every so often. With his hands now free, he used one to gently massage Y/N’s balls, sending a chill up his body. That caused Y/N to actually moan, throwing his head back as he felt an orgasm approaching. Stiles could sense it too. He began to hum around Y/N’s dick, clearly right about never being able to shut up. Even with a dick in his mouth.
The tipping point was when Stiles pulled off Y/N’s dick with a pop, stroking the entirety of his length with slopping movement as he focused his mouth on the balls. All the while, he maintained dangerous eye contact as he sucked them into his mouth. He coated them with all the saliva he had, moaning like a pornstar to send the vibrations up to Y/N’s dick. And it worked. Y/N’s leg began to bounce as he allowed his orgasm to come at him full force.
Stiles spat the balls out of his mouth, moving his face right in front of Y/N’s dick as his climax came. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.”
Y/N clenched his abandon as ropes of cum came rushing out, painting Stiles’ face. He opened his mouth to let some fall into his mouth. He continued to stroke Y/N’s dick, milking him as much as he could until the last remaining amount of cum started to ooze out. Stiles wasted no time wrapping his mouth around the tip, swirling his tongue around to collect all of the cum before he was satisfied and came back up.
Scott’s eyes widened when his best friend turned to face him. “Stiles, your face—“
“I know,” Stiles grinned, standing up. “I feel like a cheap whore and I love it.”
Y/N chuckled as he watched Stiles fish his phone out of his pocket, aiming the camera at his cum soaked face as he took a bunch of photos. Scott came over to him, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the thin layer of sweat off of his forehead. Y/N appreciated the small gesture, flashing the next contender a smile.
“9:01, baby!” Stiles exclaimed, pointing toward the clock. “Try beating that, Scotty.”
“That isn’t hard,” Scott scoffed.
Y/N begged to differ. Despite it being his first time, Stiles got a B+ for making him cum so much. His giant mouth was good for something other than annoying the shit out of people. Y/N would’ve never guessed it.
Grabbing Y/N’s hand, Scott led him from the desk to the bed. He pushed him back onto bed in a similar fashion as his best friend. Y/N didn’t say anything as he laid on the bed. Whatever Scott had planned, it required him to be on his back. That was a surprise Y/N was all for.
All of Scott’s sweet demeanor seemed to vanish into the air as he unbuttoned his pants. Stiles and Y/N both stared in shock when Scott pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, expose his lower body. Y/N’s mouth began salivating at the thickness of Scott’s hairy thighs, already ten times more turned on than he was by Stiles’ mouth.
“Not fair! I didn’t get to use any outside help,” Stiles whined.
“That’s not my fault, is it?” Scott asked, grinning as he climb on top of Y/N.
Just when Y/N thought things couldn’t get better, Scott turned and presented his ass to him. Ignoring Stiles complaints in the background, Y/N zeroed in on the fat ass right in front of him, begging to be devoured. Turning to look at the clock one last time, Y/N took note of it being 9:07, giving Scott until 9:12 to make him cum. To be truthful, he didn’t give a fuck about the competition the best friends were having. He didn’t care even when Stiles was on his knees. Y/N just wanted his friends to suck his dick and get him off back to back.
The race started when Scott pressed his ass back against Y/N’s face while simultaneously swallowing as much of him as he could. Y/N moaned into Scott’s ass, reaching up to spread his cheeks so he could get better access. It was safe to say this was no longer about just winning a challenge. Scott was exploring his deepest desires, and took the opportunity to do so. All while Stiles stood next to them, stroking his throbbing dick as he watched his best friend work his magic.
Scott’s ass was way better than his mouth, and it wasn’t a fair comparison at all. Y/N worked his tongue inside of Scott’s iron clad tight hole, penetrating the ring of muscle after some work around the rim. Scott was moaning around his dick, grinding his ass on Y/N’s face as he focused on chasing his own pleasure rather than Y/N’s.
This was now full fledged sex. He devoured Scott hairy ass, moaning widely into the tight confines. Scott’s body reacted to the pleasure by shaking uncontrollably. He tried his best to focus on the dick in his mouth, deep throating Y/N with ease due to his lack of a gag reflex. He knew he was winning the competition since Stiles forgot all of the sneaky ways he liked to play when he really wanted it win.
Scott braced his palm on Y/N’s thighs as he bobbed up and down, letting Y/N’s tip abuse the back of his throat. While not as messy as Stiles’s blowjob was, Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the level of skill Scott seemed to naturally posses. With the taste of Scott on his tongue, and the sensitivity of his dick being used against him inside Scott’s warm mouth, he wasn’t going to last very long.
Like his best friend, Scott used one hand to fondle Y/N’s balls as he continued to swirl his tongue around Y/N’s dick. That’s what sent Y/N over the edge. Y/N’s second orgasm was the right amount of pleasure mixed with pain as he shot off inside of Scott’s mouth. His hips bucked up, face fucking Scott for a few moments before he relaxed back in the bed. Scott slurped up with audible sounds, swallowing all of the cum coating the inside of his mouth. He took extra time to make sure he thoroughly cleaned Y/N off before he sat up, placing all his weight on Y/N’s face.
He began to ride Y/N’s tongue, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the new sensation lived up to the expectations he had. Unfortunately, his time was cut short by Stiles pulling him off of Y/N’s face. His hole felt empty without the tongue inside of it, but he relished the feeling of his ass being wet for the first time as he stood on his feet beside his best friend.
Y/N inhaled a much needed breath, closing his eyes as he relived the moments before the ass was taken from him. When he opened his eyes, he saw the clock was only at 9:10. Two minutes left to spare, much to Stiles’ dismay.
“So, who won?” Scott asked, back to his innocent self as he covered his private area with his hands.
“I couldn’t focus on anything other than your cum on my tongue if I’m being honest,” Stiles admitted. “Nice diet, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Y/N sighed before he sat up in the bed. He tossed his legs off of the bed, frowning when he saw his dick was still hard even after two orgasms. “About the results…”
“They’re inconclusive.”
Stiles scoffed, folding his arms as he glared at Y/N. “Excuse the fuck out of me?”
“You weren’t keeping track?” Scott wondered.
“Oh I was, but I can’t really say who’s the best from just one turn, you know?” Y/N said. It was a complete lie. Scott had Stiles beat by a mile, but Y/N had a feeling it would be a tie if he got a taste of Stiles’ ass.
A sly grin crept onto Stiles’ lips. “You’re liking this, aren’t you?”
“Am I not supposed to?”
Y/N nodded knowingly when he received no response. He groaned as he rid himself of his shirt, tossing it somewhere in Stiles’ room for him to find in the morning. He was sure the night ahead of him would require his complete nakedness. He wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. That is, if the boys would have him.
“How can I beat Scott?” Stiles asked, eagerly getting on his knees.
“Get to sucking,” Y/N told them, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back on the bed. “Then after that, we can see who has the tightest ass.”
Yuuji Itadori x Male Reader
TW: Prostate stimulation, Overstimulation, Male squirting, Dubious consent (?) SubReader, Manhandling, Dacryphilia, Watersports (?), Yuuji's kinda mean...
SUM: Yuuji finds out how to make you squirt through reddit. And a little bit of estimating, and hands-on expiriments.
No proofread... maybe later. NSFW under cut.
Hi there! I was just wondering if you are comfortable doing a Johnny x Dom! Reader? If you are, I would just like maybe some sort of mix of goofy and rough? Like biting and laughing at the same time, spanking and praising, something like that? I understand if you don't want to, and if that's the case, please just disregard this. If you do this request, then thank you so much. :D
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ride a cowboy!
johnny suh x male reader
cw: sub top johnny, dom bottom m reader, some degrading, pwp, idol au, y/n is a member of nct, handcuffing, edging, cockwarming, cum eating, biting, bruises.
an: sorry for taking so long in doing it strawberry anon 😭
edit: i just realized i didn't do it like anon asked i'm sorry again 😭😭
edit 2: kinda fixed it :)
Wet Dreams
Kim Mingyu x Male Reader
cw: sub top himbo (attempt) mingyu, established relationship, somnophilia, pet names, restraints, unprotected sex, blowjob, musk kink, tummy bulge, breeding and facial, dumbification, implied second round.
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mingyu was a heavy sleeper, there could be a tornado right outside his house and he wouldn't open an eye. he is also one of those big muscular dumb guys something that make him cute to some people but for others (yn) it made him even hotter. after some time of knowing each other and watching how their connection grew stronger by the days they decided to be a couple.
one night yn confesses something to mingyu, “you see, i wish we could go for a second round but you always fall asleep” he pouts. “aww baby i'm sorry” the tall apologizes “it's just that being with you makes me feel so good that i want to give you all the pleasure”, he kisses his forehead and taps his chin as if he was thinking about something.
“next time even if i fall asleep you can keep doing it with me, if you manage to keep it hard”...
one morning yn woke up for no reason and he hates that, it was 6:30 am, and when yn wakes up he hardly can go back to sleep. looking for ways to entertain himself at such early hours something under the sheets caught his eyes. mingyu's big dick standing in all his glory forming a tent with the white sheet “wood morning to me” murmured yn.

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Make You Mine
Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader
cw: sub top haechan, power bottom reader, mentions of blood, sacrifice, marking, bareback, multiple rounds, nipple play, breeding, spit swallowing, slapping, rough sex, feminization, hair pulling, spanking,
an: inspired by madison beer's make you mine mv and the movie jennifer's body.
yn has always been the outcast at the university, the mean boys of his class always bullied him, throwing away his things in the trash or even to the point of physical violence. in that group of bullies is haechan, yn’s crush, but he doesn’t do anything to stop his friends for harming him. he’s that typical angel like face boy who claims he’s a good one but it’s just a farce, a mask he puts on when others are around. “i love you but i hate you” yn regrets every night recalling the memories of his crush. one night while walking towards his house from the convenience store yn is abducted by some guys that put a clothe with some liquid on his mouth. he tried to scream for help but not a single sound came from his mouth, they then put him inside a black van.
he then wakes up tied to a tree surrounded by candles and a big pentagram, “what the hell” he says while feeling dizzy, “what’s happening?”. “oh hey he is awake” one of the guys tell to the others and that’s when yn realizes that the guys that kidnapped him were his bullies and in between them is haechan, “are you scared, little lamb?” one of them asks. “w-what?..” yn starts to get desperate, the tight ropes burning on his skin, “let me go.. this .. this isn’t f-funny” he starts to panic and yell for help. “shush” one of them put his index finger on yn’s mouth, “we need you come on, don’t let us down”, “need me for what?”goosebumps take over his body, the fear intensified when one of them pulls out a dagger, “you see we want money, cars, the chicks but none of that would come to us if we keep being like this, studying doesn’t take you nowhere” he points the dagger towards yn “unless you have someone that can move his influences for you to get something so.. we choose the easy way” he licks the dagger and immediately afterwards he stabs yn “a deal with the devil, we just needed a virgin so you were the perfect choice” he pulls out the object and as if it was a fountain blood splashed everywhere, some of it even falling on haechan’s shoes. each one took turns to stab yn, he was trying to tell them something but he couldn’t, the pain was unbearable. they basically showered in his blood but not forgetting to place 5 cups full of his blood on each point of the pentagram. once again, as always yn felt disappointed in haechan as he died slowly, he was just there watching how his friends were having the time of his life killing an innocent…
𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Rafe wakes to you grinding against his thigh in your sleep, needy and warm and seeking him out without even thinking about it. Instead of stopping you, he melts into it — hands in your hair, guiding your hips while you leave wet kisses and bruising marks across his chest. | drabble + porn without plot
𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐅𝐃𝐍𝐈 mature content below.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Smut, Dom!Rafe, Fluff, Sub!Reader, Moaning, Praising, dry humping, Somnophilia, M!Reader (giving), swearing, Explicit Content, Cum, Dirty Talk.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭
You’re both still half-asleep, the warmth of his body a heavy, familiar comfort against yours. You shift, not quite awake, but your body knows what it wants. Rafe was on his back, one arm slung loose behind his head, breath slow and even. You were pressed against his side, leg hooked over his thigh. Your hips press forward, grinding lazily against his thigh through the thin cotton of his boxers and your own.
A soft, sleepy groan catches in your throat as you feel the heat of him, the firm muscle beneath the fabric. You do it again, a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, the friction sending a dull, pleasant thrum through your half-hard cock. Rafe stirs beneath you. His other arm tightens around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Mm… what’re you doin’?” he mumbles, his voice rough and thick with sleep. He doesn’t open his eyes, but a lazy smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
You didn’t answer, just buried your face in his chest, mouth open, hot breath ghosting over his collarbone. Your hips kept moving—slow, deliberate, a steady grind that had his cock swelling against yours through the dampening fabric.
“Nothin’,” you whisper back, your lips already pressing against his collarbone. You kiss along the hard line of it, down to the swell of his chest. Your hips keep moving, a steady, gentle rock against his thigh, your boxers damp with pre-cum as you grind into him.
He lets out a low, breathy laugh. “Liar.” His hand slides from your shoulders into your hair, fingers curling and tugging just a little. “Feels good, though. Don’t stop.” Rafe’s breathing hitched, and his hand slid lower, gripping your ass, guiding your rhythm. “Fuck… you’re not even awake, are you?” he murmured, a smirk in his voice.
You hummed against his skin, dragging your lips down his chest, leaving a trail of wet, sleepy kisses. Your tongue traced the hard line of his pectoral, tasting him. Your mouth finds the spot just above his left nipple, and you latch on, sucking softly at first. Rafe’s breath hitches, his hips twitching up to meet your slow rhythm.
“Fuck…” he breathes, his voice dropping lower. “Right there, baby.” You obey, working that spot of skin with your lips and tongue, sucking harder until you feel the blood rush to the surface. His skin turns pink beneath your mouth, then a deeper, angry red. You pull back just enough to look at the mark you’re leaving, already blossoming into a dark bruise. It satisfies something primal in you. You dive back in, sucking deep, teeth grazing just enough to make him hiss.
“Yeah,” Rafe groans, his head pressing back into the pillow. His chest rises and falls faster beneath you. “Fuckin’ mark me up. Want everyone to see it.” You release the skin with a wet pop, licking over the tender spot. His nipple is hard against your tongue, and you flick it before moving to the other side of his chest, finding a fresh patch of skin to destroy. Your hips never stop their lazy grind, the friction building a tight heat low in your belly.
Rafe’s arm moves, and you hear the soft tap of his phone being picked up off the nightstand. You don’t stop sucking, your mouth occupied. You heard the click of his phone screen, and then he shifted, angling the camera down. The flash went off once, twice, catching the hickey in harsh white light.
His free hand grips your hair, holding you in place.
“Look up,” he says, his voice a low command. “Wanna see your mouth on me.”
The camera shutter sound cuts through the quiet room, once, twice, three times.
He pulls the phone back, scrolling through the images with a satisfied grunt. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He turns the screen toward you. It’s a close-up of your mouth on his chest, the hickey dark and wet, your lips red and swollen. Drool glistens on his skin.
“Look at that. You really went to town.”
You nuzzled into his neck, still rocking against him, the slow grind never stopping. “Gonna show your friends?”
He snorted, locking the phone and tossing it aside. “Nah. This one’s for me.” His hand moved to your ass, gripping it. “Now keep fuckin’ my thigh, baby. Don’t stop.”
You didn’t. You kept that slow, lazy grind, the sheets rustling, breath mingling, the room filling with the soft sound of skin on skin and the wet whisper of saliva as you sucked another mark just below the first. Rafe’s eyes fluttered closed, a low, continuous groan vibrating in his chest.
You groan at the increased pressure, your cock aching as you rut against him like an animal in heat.
“Keep goin” he mutters, his eyes half-lidded and dark. “Don’t care if we don’t even fuck, just wanna feel you like this.”
Your forehead drops to his chest, your breathing ragged. The cot of his boxers is damp with your leaking pre-cum, the friction slicker now, the glide maddening. You can feel his own cock through the fabric, hard and thick against your hip, the heat radiating off him.
“Rafe,” you whimper, the name broken by a shuddering exhale. “I’m close.”
“I know, baby,” he coos, the condescension laced with genuine affection. “Come on my thigh. Make a mess for me.”
That’s all it takes. Your hips stutter, a choked moan muffled against his skin as you spill into your boxers, the hot pulse of your orgasm flooding the fabric. The friction against your oversensitive cock makes you gasp, but you keep grinding through it, milking every last drop.
Rafe watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, his hand still tangled in your hair, stroking soothingly as you come down. “There you go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good boy.”
You collapse against him, your body boneless and slick with sweat. His chest is damp under your cheek, the fresh mark you left standing out dark and beautiful against his tanned skin. You trace the edge of it with your finger, and he chuckles.
“Gonna wake up tomorrow and see that,” he says. “And I’m gonna get hard all over again.”
You smile against his skin. “Good.”
He reaches down, patting your sticky thigh.
“Good morning,” he whispered.
You smiled against his skin, already drifting back toward sleep.
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Pairing: Clark Kent x Male Reader
Synopsis: Staying a week at the Kent Farm creates a very sexually frustrated Clark
Tags: cute, fluff, smút with plot, smitten Clark, obsessive Clark, clingy Clark, horny Clark, Top Clark, Bottom Reader, semi-public sex, car sex
Reader is Zatanna’s brother. Backwards sentences used as spellcasting. No use of Y/N.
Continuation of this fic
Author’s note at the end :)
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“You’re teasing me.”
accidentally in love [ jeong jaehyun ]
you and jaehyun keep hooking up casually until one night finally forces both of you to admit you’re in love.
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 6.5k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, bottom!male reader, fwb to lovers, unprotected sex (p in a), rimming, praise kink, college!au, handjob, blowjob, double stimulation, begging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, body worship, big dick!jaehyun, creampie, manhandling, yearning, cum eating, accidental confession, aftercare.
it started, like most things between you and jaehyun, without a lot of talking.
that was kind of the point, actually.
the whole friends with benefits thing worked because you two had known each other long enough to skip the awkward parts. you'd been friends since freshman orientation, when jaehyun had sat next to you in intro to psych and asked to borrow a pen. three years later, and he was still borrowing your pens, still showing up at your door with takeout and that stupidly pretty smile, still falling into your space like he belonged there.
and he did belong there, as a friend.
that was the deal; no feelings, no strings, just two people who happened to be very good at making each other feel good.
it had started last semester, after a party where you'd both had too much to drink and jaehyun had kissed you in the hallway of his dorm building. you'd expected it to be awkward after that, but it wasn't; jaehyun had just looked at you the next morning with those big brown eyes and said, "that was nice. we should do that again. if you want."
it was casual, it was easy; exactly what you needed.
so that's what you did. you'd text jaehyun when you were stressed or lonely or just horny, and he'd show up, or he'd text you, and you'd show up. it was convenient, and it was good, and you never thought about it more than that.
Hiii, I don't really know if you do parts 2, but I started following you since I read the "House A Home" fic and it's been absolutely stuck on my head over and over again that I have read it easily about 5 times already. I was wondering if you could do a second part where, maybe, it has been a couple months since the end of the fic (maybe a year?)
Reader is in the middle of a business trip away from home when it's late and Toji finds Megumi crying on the couch after work, when Toji tries to comfort him he just denies him and tells his something like
"I want dad..."
And when Toji tries to comfort him again telling him that dads right there he just sobs and shakes his head, repeating his words for Toji to understand
"I don't want papa, I want dad..."
While he just starts crying again, Toji realizes that Megumi is actually talking about reader.
I think that would be really cute and show to Toji how much reader is important to Megumi and maybe to himself a little. Or something like that, you can take all the creative freedom you want, I absolutely love the way you wrote them as a family !
Hope this request isn't too much and a bunch of info dump and if it is you can decide what to change, or not even post it, I'll be fine with that.
It's just and idea that have been popping in my mind recently <3
IN MY HEART !
Toji Fushiguro x Male!Reader
Toji never thought that someone would stay, much less put up with his kid. Not that Megumi was a bad kid, but reserved. After so many people, Megumi didn't let any of his father's flings ever have a say in how he feels. However, here you've proven to be the exception.
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punishment time | ilya rozanov + shane hollander + male reader
request by @obsidianblood Could you please do a heated rivalry smut threesome between Shane Hollander, lIya Rozanov and male reader. Shane is a switch, the reader is a bottom and Rozanov is a top. Shane and Reader have a match against Rozanov. Just before the match one of Rozanov's team mates flirt with reader, Shane saw this happen outside the team dressing room. And Rozanov saw this happen just before the game. Neither Shane nor Rozanov could keep their anger in check, so at half time they both decided to give the reader a long rough lesson.
Part 2? Maybe, maybe
It was just before the game started.
“What the fuck?” Rozanov muttered, staring at the scene in front of him. His stupid teammate was flirting with you, and you were laughing too. Rozanov felt anger and jealousy rising inside him. He felt a tingling sensation and turned his head slightly to the left. Hollander was watching the scene just as angrily. Their eyes met, and one thing was clear to both of them: you wouldn’t get away with it so easily.
Later in the game, Rozanov could barely control his anger and burning jealousy. He glared at his teammates and deliberately skated between you and his teammate whenever he could. Hollander felt the same way. He watched you closely out of the corner of his eye and used his captain’s voice to keep you as far away from that guy as possible.
Finally, it was halftime. Rozanov casually grabbed his phone and texted Hollander where to meet you. He slipped out of the locker room and disappeared into a storage room. It didn’t take long before he heard your voices.
“Shane, what’s going on?” you asked nervously, but you got no answer. Shane grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the storage room. He slammed the door behind you, making you flinch. “Ilya?” you murmured, confused, but you couldn’t say more because Rozanov grabbed your face with his large hands and squeezed.
“Did you really think you could just flirt with my teammate without consequences?” Rozanov growled, and your eyes widened. Oh shit, this was really bad.
“Okay, listen. It didn’t mean anything. It was just fun.” You couldn’t finish, because Rozanov pushed you down onto your knees.
“Just fun? Hollander and I will show you what fun is,” Rozanov said and took his hard cock out of his pants. You whimpered and bit your lip. You looked at Shane, who was watching you with a hungry expression.
“Suck,” Rozanov ordered. You obeyed immediately and heard him mutter good boy. Blowjobs with Ilya had always been your favorite thing. You glanced up at him, tears gathering in your eyes, and he threw his head back against the wall with a loud moan.
You blew Rozanov for a while, feeling that he was close, and tried a little harder. You ran your tongue over his tip, and with a grunt, he came on your face. Suddenly, Shane grabbed you by the neck and dragged you away from Ilya. “My turn,” Shane said darkly, pushing his cock between your lips.
You moaned and sucked him with the same passion. Rozanov watched you both hungrily and glanced at the clock on the wall. You didn’t have much time left, but Shane was already so worked up that it didn’t take long before he came with a loud moan in your mouth.
You coughed a little and leaned away from Shane. You were still hard, and your knees were starting to hurt. You watched them pull their pants back up. You were about to say something when Ilya slapped your cheek.
“Bad boys don’t get to come,” he said with a nasty grin. You looked from Ilya to Shane, hoping your puppy eyes would help, but no luck. Shane gently stroked your cheek. “Sorry, but Ilya is right.” He didn’t look sorry at all, he was grinning. That asshole.
The two hockey players walked out of the room without looking back. You looked down and noticed how hard you still were. You bit your lip, and a thought formed in your mind: they’ll get this back twice as bad.
BLUE BEETLE
A/N! in no way am i trying to erase shane’s presence or relationship with ilya. this is just a fun little one shot i wanted to make. nothing serious 🩵
content warning: first time (in years) smut writing. male!reader x ilya rozanov, fingering, penetration, oral sex. this also isn’t proof read. so i apologize for any mistakes or possible pacing issues, i’m still rusty :,)
summary — after years of seeing that same blank face staring back at him, ilya decided he wanted to crack that facade. and he’d do anything to make that happen.
ilya rozanov loved a challenge.
and jesse? he was always so fucking serious. during interviews, on the ice, in photos — and ilya couldn’t get enough of it. the way jesse’s piercing blue irises would burn through the visor right before the puck drops, those ruthless, bone-crushing charges, the punches during a scrum he swallowed like they were nothing.. it excited him. it made his blood boil in the best — and worst — way he could imagine. no matter what, ilya was going to crack that shell jesse had made so annoyingly thick. it was only a matter of when and how. oh, he would have fun with this.
ilya told himself he was just another golden boy. another stupid american thinking he’s entitled to the world. jesse graham: star center of the philadelphia flyers. he wasn’t special. ilya was sure of it. but he also knew that jesse lived and breathed hockey. he wasn’t interested in making friends.. just winning trophies.
and ilya really, really wanted to get in his way.
they’d seen each other countless times. they’d have their fair share of wins and losses against each other.. but tonight? none of that mattered. all ilya wanted was to get under that skin of his and see if that facade was all he could reveal to the world — to him. jesse never looked like the other players.. like a man playing a game. he looked like a man executing his contract. he didn’t play for fun, he didn’t play for approval, he played because he had to. jesse knew he was good. really fucking good, in fact. but his pride didn’t overshadow his talent. even with his chest heaving with deep breaths, his pale skin tinted red by the mixture of coldness from the arena and the adrenaline from their activity before the two-minute shift, his stoicism was unmatched. his face was a complete blank slate, only pure focus shining in those fierce eyes. his light brown hair clung to his forehead with sweat below the helmet, droplets escaping the locks as he skated into position on the center dot. jesse didn’t even spare a glance at ilya — his massive frame hunched over his stick as his gaze glues itself to the lineman’s hand holding the puck. not one. fucking. glance.
it was like jesse was purposely trying to drive ilya insane.. and it was working.
ilya, naturally, couldn’t look away from the opposing captain. everyone knew how the russian loved to taunt and tease, to push people’s buttons on and off the ice. and it was nearly insulting how disciplined and focused he was on anything but ilya. like he wasn’t a threat. like he wasn’t anything. even so, ilya took the opportunity to skate just close enough to crowd jesse’s space as if it were his own, just trying to will those icy eyes to look his way.
“you know, captain..” ilya began, his accent thick even with the soft and teasing murmur of his voice. jesse didn’t need to look at him to hear the lazily amused smirk on those stupid lips as he leaned closer. “i hear it takes more effort to smile than frown. but you? neither. very efficient. very professional.”
jesse didn’t even blink. all he did was adjust the grip on his stick, his shoulders squaring. and, of course, that didn’t do anything but encourage ilya further.
“does it ever turn off, graham?” ilya, in true ilya fashion, pushes jesse even further, his voice dropping even lower and smirk turning nearly wicked in anticipation of his own words. “or do you look that bored in bed too?”
jesse almost lets that comment bring his eye line to the man in front of him. almost.
the puck barely hits the ice before those high instincts kick in — and jesse’s high hockey iq takes over completely. just him and the puck. he didn’t let ilya’s teasing slow him down, he couldn’t. he didn’t give ilya the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him like he always does. instead, he maneuvered in such a way that even had the russian captain scrambling to keep up. and for a moment, ilya almost thought that this game of his was too distracting. costed him too much. but he was in too deep now. he had to see something, anything other than that stupid brick wall facing him. before ilya could even let out a frustrated curse, he could feel the impact of jesse’s shoulder driving straight into his chest, effectively pinning him against the glass as the play moved up the rink. hard, aggressive, and completely legal.
and when jesse finally pushed himself back to skate away, his eyes finally met ilya’s for just barely a second. a silent promise, a plea, for ilya to try it again. it wasn’t a lot but it was something. just what he wanted. and fuck, was it exciting. that small crack was just enough wiggle room for ilya to want to push further, dig deeper. see what was really inside jesse graham. metaphorically and otherwise.
he could feel his heart hammering against his ribs as he watches jesse’s retreating form, his blood pumping furiously. burning. then a nearly manic grin stretches across his face as he thought, oh yes, he was going to break him.
the game was tight, brutal. fucking grueling. the two gave and received heavy blows, but jesse was the one who came out on top. barely, ilya would argue. but he’d face it eventually. he knew it was a good game, and he knew jesse played well. obviously. prick.
another thing he knew? jesse didn’t care for parties. celebrations, whatever you wanted to call them. jesse graham wasn’t the type to go to nightclubs, party with the other teammates looking to get laid or get drunk off their asses before they flew out to the next city. he took his job too seriously. instead, he preferred his alcohol at the high-end hotel bar with only him and a bottle of whiskey keeping him company. it’s quiet. secluded. dim. until he showed up.
it was almost scary how well he knew jesse’s habits without actually knowing him. how he knew that this was the exact place jesse would pick to hide. it was a no-brainer, really. no reporters, no jerseys, no fans. just a quiet friday night after an away game victory. ilya found him immediately: sat at the far end of the curved bar with a glass of amber liquor in his hand, imposing even out of his gear in a navy blue crewneck sweater. completely in his own world, swirling the liquid rather than drinking it. and of course ilya stood there at the entrance, hands in his jacket, just itching to ruin it all. he hadn’t even gone home to change after the game. he was just so eager to see what was under that mask, to see how long it would take to make the real jesse appear under him. the sting of a fresh loss still lingered on his mind, only further driving him to poke and prod at the opposing captain. with that signature smirk of pure self-amusement, ilya takes a few long strides over the plush carpet to slide two stools away from him, his eyes on jesse even as he’s slid the order he mumbled the bartender’s way. jesse doesn’t need to look to know who just came back into his space. he lets out a heavy sigh.
ilya takes one sip of his drink, vodka on the rocks, before slipping into the stool directly beside him. he takes the slight tick in jesse’s jaw as a sign to begin speaking. or rather, teasing. he couldn’t suppress that smirk of his even if he wanted to.
“mm. so is true. the great jesse graham doesn’t party. he just sulks in dark corners and terrifies bartenders. eh?”
jesse hates how fucking teasing he was. and how well he thinks he knows him. he doesn’t answer.
another sip.
“nothing? come on, graham. don’t tell me you are boring like the other stupid americans. you get drafted high, get your shiny contracts, and you think you are kings. but you have no fire.. you sit here like a fucking robot, drinking your boring drinks. are you a real captain or are you just expensive philadelphia marketing?” and that’s what makes the imposing american captain finally leave the bar, with the thud of cash against the bar top, and the sound of his heavy footsteps heading toward a dimly lit corridor that leads to back elevators and executive restrooms.
he knew ilya would follow. ilya was so goddamn delighted with himself for finally getting a reaction, that he fell right into the trap. when ilya approached jesse, he was nothing like the stoic captain he’s seen in boston year after year. he was angry, fuming that ilya would even risk making a public scene out of this. jesse turns on his heel, the fury radiating off of him like heatwaves as their eyes meet. “what the fuck do you want, rozanov?”
jesse didn’t know how much his anger made ilya’s cock throb. “i want to see something real, captain.” he purrs, his steps continuing until jesse is pinned between him and the wall. he knew jesse was too proud to back down now. too afraid of getting caught to turn it into an ordeal.
“i don’t have time for this, rozanov.” he growls, pressing a hand to the center of the other’s chest. right where he drove his shoulder into just hours before. “i have a team to run. a season to win.” of course when ilya tries to seduce this stupid american, all he can talk about is hockey. typical. ilya only presses himself closer. “exactly.” he whispers, eyes flitting down to jesse’s pursed lips. “you carry the whole team on your back. you never relax. you never let someone else take control.” his head dips to press his lips to the shell of jesse’s ear, jesse doesn’t pull away. “i can do that for you.. think about it. no feelings, no cameras, no talking.. just this. maybe a little more.”
jesse stills for a beat. two beats. then his head finally turns to meet ilya’s eyes, his lips slightly parted and breath soft. he looked almost curious. “more?” and that’s when he knew he was right where ilya wanted him. as soon as that wicked, triumphant smile made its debut. ilya loved how close they were, the thumping of jesse’s heart against his his own palm. that untouchable captain was now under his control. and he knew it.
“whatever we want.” ilya murmured, his voice low against the silent hum echoing off the walls of the dim hallway. he leans in even more, if possible, just to dare him further. dare him to push back, to let go. “we use each other. we go up to your room, we fuck, then you go back to being the annoyingly perfect, straight-faced captain. no one has to know. yes?” this was the first time he may have seen jesse speechless. jesse didn’t move. the pools of blue swimming in his eyes search ilya’s own, his analytical nature taking over like he’s calculating the risk of a play before making the move. he’s desperately trying to find a reason to say no. but he can’t ignore the slight stirring in his pants either. the hesitation was driving ilya crazy. he just wanted to break down that barrier.. and destroy what was left of that discipline jesse so desperately clung to. he was so eager that he decided to push even more.
“unless..” he starts, acting as if the whole thing wasn’t a big deal at all. though his eyes scan jesse’s body like he’s imagining all the ways he can make that composure snap with a crank of his wrist. “unless you’re afraid you can’t handle me, graham.”
he could see the exact moment jesse snapped.
it was a blur, getting from the elevator doors the the inside of jesse’s luxurious hotel room. and they didn’t even kiss until ilya was pulled into the area and the door slammed shut behind them. this was the first time ilya’s seen, or rather felt, pure hunger and need from the american captain. he was always so independent, self-reliant. but right now, it was like ilya held his entire life in his hands. as soon as that door clicked shut, jesse pounced. he kissed just like he played: heavy, demanding, and with a goal. now this was that fire ilya wanted. he half-expected jesse to be just as calculated and rigid as he was moments before, but it was as if he was an entirely different person when he was this needy and horny.
ilya let out a sharp, choked gasp when their lips and bodies collided, his hands immediately exploring and groping at all the sensitive areas jesse so desperately wanted contact in. ilya licked into his mouth, and jesse, despite being known for his quietness and stoicism, fucking moaned at the movement. they gripped each other so tightly they were sure they’d leave marks, and that egged them on even more to keep going, to keep kissing each other like they were starving and their lips were the only thing that could satisfy that hunger. ilya’s muscular back was pressed firmly against the wall once again, this time out of need rather than fury. by the time ilya had broken the kiss, they were both panting into each other’s parted lips. then ilya made a simple command. “get on your knees.”
it almost knocked the wind right out of him seeing how quickly jesse obeyed his order. the opposing captain fell down to his knees before the other, his large hands deft in unbuckling that belt to pulling down those boxers to reveal that beautifully long russian cock of his. he didn’t even need to be told what to do. and that almost turned ilya on more than the sight of those pretty lips around his throbbing dick. the blond hisses at the feeling of the warmth and wetness around him, his own large hand coming down to tug at those golden brown locks in order to guide jesse’s head back and forth. he knew the poor american couldn’t take much down his throat.. but fuck, was it good. and jesse sure as hell didn’t back down. not now, not ever. not even when he gagged around ilya, he kept his mouth on him and kept his head up to watch for the russian’s reactions. it was strangely satisfying seeing ilya grunt and hiss at the movements of his mouth and tongue around him. jesse was so stubborn on trying to satisfy ilya, to prove him wrong that he could really take all he gave him, that he didn’t stop until his head was pulled back by his hair. he almost worried he didn’t do well, until ilya threw him onto the bed and began to kick off those items of clothing completely.
jesse didn’t know if he should strip himself or let ilya do it. but at this point, he didn’t care. he just wanted release. for both of them. and he wanted so desperately to prove ilya wrong, that he ended up stripping himself just before ilya reached him again and their lips met in a messy, sloppy kiss they both yearned for. “you haven’t done this before.” ilya breathed once they broke away once more, rather a statement than a question. before jesse could even answer, that wicked smile made its return. “hot.” suddenly two of ilya’s fingers were pushed past jesse’s plush lips that were just moments ago wrapped around his cock, pressing against the american’s tongue to encourage his sucking to continue. ilya made him do this for an achingly long period of time, just to tease him even more, to see how much jesse would do for him without complaint. and it seems like he’d do just about anything right now if it meant those fingers would be inside of him. and eventually, that’s what he got. gasping and panting as ilya pushed past that tight ring of muscle with his thick fingers one by one, each coaxing a new line of curses from jesse.
“mm. you like that, da?”
“fuck you, rozanov..”
“in time, zaychik.”
if jesse wasn’t so horny right now, he’d be fucking fuming. it surprised ilya just how many noises he could make jesse emit from those lips, just from his fingers alone stretching open that tight ass he wanted to destroy so badly. ilya thanked himself for bringing a condom just in case things went right tonight. but he knew inside that jesse couldn’t resist. the idea of release, the loss of control for just one night — was too tempting to turn down. even in the face of someone he was convinced he absolutely hated. he didn’t care about a thing when ilya’s cock finally replaced his fingers, his hole slick with a mix of his own and ilya’s saliva as that feeling of fullness made those eyes so full of focus and determination roll back into his skull. ilya couldn’t help but smile wickedly at the sight. “so good for me. always so good.. so perfect.”
jesse just barely registered the words. he was way too focused on the feeling of ilya’s cock pushing into him, and his hole pulsating around every vein and ridge as he takes more and more. for once, he’s the one relying on someone else for something — he’s given up control to ilya completely. and he loved it. more than he knew. more than he wanted to admit. it was all so fucking hot. with a soft gasp, jesse’s head lands onto the pillows in front of him, ilya’s gold crucifix dangling between them before the cool solid hits the hot skin of his back. it was only a matter of time before he was begging, pleading ilya to go faster, harder, deeper inside him as a hand forces his head into the pillows just as he’d pinned ilya to the boards during the game briefly. “fuck, rozanov.. you’re so fucking—” jesse couldn’t even finish the sentence without a moan cutting it short, his hands gripping the sheets below them with nearly enough force to rip them. but he didn’t care. neither of them did. not when rozanov was pounding into him from behind and chanting his last name like a prayer. it was all too much but not enough at the same time. jesse felt utterly humiliating being at the mercy of ilya rozanov — but he also fucking loved it. he didn’t know how dirty he was until now. until all his thoughts went blank and all that filled his mind and body was ilya.
ilya’s abs contract and stiffen with every skilled thrust of his hips into jesse’s tight hole presented to him so eagerly, the two of them glistening with a sheen of sweat that nearly looked artificial. and what made ilya even hornier? the fact that he knew he finger prints would be bruised into him for days after this, a little reminder of the night jesse finally gave up his composure and gave ilya his body so willingly.
“shit, rozanov. i don’t know if i can—”
“is okay.. i’m there too. fucking cum for me, graham. cum on my cock.”
it was like that was just what jesse needed. the only thing he needed.. permission to cum. permission to let go and give up any and all control he had left in him. and that’s exactly what he did. his cock twitches and balls draw up as ilya continuously nudges that spongy little bundle of nerves inside of him, causing him to release hot white ropes of cum below them with his mouth hanging low in a silent scream, ilya following closely behind as he empties his load into the condom. the both of them collapse onto the mattress panting heavily, only staring at the ceiling silently. that was, until ilya began to chuckle breathlessly, making jesse utterly confused. “what the fuck’s so funny?”
“ah.. you moan like a woman when you get fucked.”
“shut up, asshole.”
“is true! i didn’t say it was a bad thing, though. da?”
“whatever.”
i spent so long on this, so i hope whoever sees this enjoys it 😭 i’m not sure if i’m going to start making fics or anything. but this was really fun, and i absolutely love heated rivalry. so for now, if anyone does see this and has any suggestions for me to write, i’d be happy to take them into consideration. i would also love some feedback/advice on what i’ve written:) thank you for reading!
𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵,
“ I'm gonna take my time, she gon' get hers before I. I'm gonna take it slow, I'm not gonna rush the stroke. “
༘♡ ·˚꒰ ilya rozanov 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄
➤ 𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔, You carry the motto “another day, another dollar” like a second skin. Working in a ultra-luxurious, highly discreet hotel known for its seductive atmosphere, celebrity clientele, private parties, and the kind of secrets protected by money and NDAs — you had to carry that with you.
➤ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝟏𝟖+𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. ADULT LANGUAGE. SEXUAL THEMES. BONDAGE. A BIT OF RUSSIAN. NOT FLUENT.
➤ 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎, 18.6k
➤ 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀, first of all, this was inspired by Beauty in Black—if you know, you know — but also DOWNSTAIRS DJ, it has been on repeat for a minute. For those who don't know--I’ve been obnoxiously obsessed with Ilya. Like come on, have y’all seen Connor? 😩 he’s in my wheelhouse of many men. Though enough ranting, onto the next fic — enjoy your readingggg✨🫶🏽
𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝒀, another dollar.
𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵,
“ I'm gonna take my time, she gon' get hers before I. I'm gonna take it slow, I'm not gonna rush the stroke. “
༘♡ ·˚꒰ ilya rozanov 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄
➤ 𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔, You carry the motto “another day, another dollar” like a second skin. Working in a ultra-luxurious, highly discreet hotel known for its seductive atmosphere, celebrity clientele, private parties, and the kind of secrets protected by money and NDAs — you had to carry that with you.
➤ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝟏𝟖+𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. ADULT LANGUAGE. SEXUAL THEMES. BONDAGE. A BIT OF RUSSIAN. NOT FLUENT.
➤ 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎, 18.6k
➤ 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀, first of all, this was inspired by Beauty in Black—if you know, you know — but also DOWNSTAIRS DJ, it has been on repeat for a minute. For those who don't know--I’ve been obnoxiously obsessed with Ilya. Like come on, have y’all seen Connor? 😩 he’s in my wheelhouse of many men. Though enough ranting, onto the next fic — enjoy your readingggg✨🫶🏽
𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝒀, another dollar.
Ya Soshla S Uma | Ilya Rozanov x Male! Reader 18+
Summary: Friends with benefits for years, with the promise of nothing more, you can't take the secrecy and end things with Ilya after a big fight. Now, at your first game against each other since you broke things off, you both realize neither of you can stay away.
Genre: Smut, angst
Tags: MINORS DNI, inaccurate depictions of hockey, honestly angst with a dash of smut, locker room quickie, when i say quick i mean quick lmao fear of getting caught, anxiety and panic from the reader during sex, Ilya being comforting, idiots in love but won't admit it, first name calling, top!ilya, bottom!Reader, Google translated Russian
Word Count: 2,028
a/n: saw an edit where someone used the russian and english version of this song for Ilya and Shane and it opened my third eye. This show have genuinely made me want to watch hockey, im slowly learning about it but anything I write is probably wrong lol. keep in mind i haven't written in like 3 years :D Hope you enjoy! Mwah!! Love Ya!

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Dirty Laundry
Shane Hollander x Male Reader
Summary: Feeling like Shane’s dirty laundry, had finally tipped you over the edge.
CW: Angst - Argument - Established friendship - Friends with benefits dynamic - Deeper feelings on readers side - Shane isn't out yet - Reader plays for Ottawa - Mentions of Rose - Mentions of Ilya - Suggestive
Words: 7.5k
A/N: Time line probably doesnt make sense, just bare with me guys. I don't know where I was going with this, it actually sucks in my opinion but here it is at 3am. Shane literally got this fic because he only has one so far on my blog, but I promise it's a good ending.
Why isn't anyone writing heated rivalry x male reader smut like there is so much potential
Power bottom! ilya rozanov just absolutely destroying your dick riding out all his frustration mumbling and cursing in Russian about the new player on the team while your hands are on his ass trying to tell him to slow down
"Блин! This guy, he drives me crazy. Я ему говорю - simple thing, simple, and he just смотрит like cow"
ilya mumbles grinding his ass hard against your poor cock hands tangled in your hair running through it like it's his personal doll
"Hey, hey, take a breath. Maybe he didn't understand what you meant"
Ilya jerks his head up, eyes fixed on you, stunned
"Didn't understand? Come on. I explain in English, in Russian, almost in French. Ничего! Zero reaction." Suddenly, his movements turn sharp and uncontrolled against your dick."
You laughed, attempting to distract yourself from the punishment your cock was enduring.
"Okay, but yelling won't help" trying to reason with the angry blonde
"Ughh-b-baby please slow down" you warn in a breathy whisper tears, swelling up, blurring your vision feeling overwhelmed
Smiling, ilya ignoring you, decides to take his chances and ride you faster and harder than before.
ilya tilts his head, unimpressed.
“Or what, huh? Что ты сделаешь?”
Or sub! Shane Hollander with reader who plays for the new york admirals comes back home after 2 weeks and Shane’s finally gets a taste of him
Shane jolted awake to the creak of the door.
There you were, back from two weeks with the New York Admirals, hockey bag slung over your shoulder, and that impossible grin he could never resist.
“Oh… you’re back,” he said, heart racing for a reason that had nothing to do with sleep.
“Yeah,” you said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Miss me?” Your voice had that teasing edge that made it impossible not to grin back… or maybe blush.
Shane swallowed, trying to sound casual. “Uh… maybe a little. But really, could you have picked a better time to show up?”
You smirked, stepping closer. “What, your the one who woke up right before my shower? I thought I’d… you know, make it interesting.”
Shane felt heat creep up his neck as he started tugging on the towel around your waist. “Interesting isn’t exactly the word I’d use…”
“Hmm,” you murmured, eyes twinkling, “I think it’s perfect.”
For a moment, the awkwardness hung in the air… and then the tension, electric and unavoidable, making Shane wonder if two weeks apart had been far too long.
“Get in the shower Shane” your voice dropping a couple levels as your eye strip off his clothes your gaze dark and fulled with hunger
A groan ripped from his chest as he complied, desperate to shed his clothes
“I was going to think about you” you muttered slowly “while fucking my hand in the shower”
“Fuck… stop.” His gaze never left yours as a trembling hand lifted to his cock, fingertips tracing the glistening trails of water that slid over his skin, slow and deliberate."
“You reached out, hand grazing his hip, and whispered, ‘’spread your legs'"
Wait guys first post kinda nervous…. What do I need to work onnn