slowly, intensely | javier peña

feeling all of him. taking your time to savor every languid drag of him through you. it's divine and beautiful. the rush of endorphins spiking from each unhurried movement. his touch grounding you and burning you at the same time. everything blurs out him being your only focus. the pinch of his brow and soft subtle moan is all you need to know he's close. rolling your hips and punching through each delicious thrust. it's the most beautiful sight. watching him fall apart. but it's the smile that he wears after that has you clenching with tremendous pride. and he's there dousing you with the sweetest praise. the tenderest of kisses as his arms hold you close. shared breaths and beating hearts that have become your favorite lullaby

Long Distance - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit; 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2000 

Warnings: SMUT; Established relationship; Reader lives in Europe; No physical description of Reader; Older!Marcus; Marcus with a PhD; FaceTime sex; masturbation (F and M); oral sex (F receiving); unprotected but safe PiV sex; dirty talk; come (cum) play

Summary: Happily settled with you on the other side of the Atlantic and now working primarily in consultancy, Dr Marcus Pike sometimes finds himself travelling back to the US for work. But there’s always video calling, right?

A/N: I got...carried away. Ahem. I'm not really using taglists any more so follow my writing blog @ladameecrit and turn on notifications. Thank you @agentjackdaniels for previewing this smutty little story.

You never really sleep easy when he’s not here. Strange, after all those years on your own, comfortably splayed out across your large mattress. A year of sharing a bed with Marcus, though, and you feel unsettled without him.

The display on your sunrise alarm clock reads 1.30am when your phone lights up with a message.

You still awake? x

Your fingertips tap out a swift response.

Very much so. x

Could I Have This Kiss Forever?

Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Word count-4.5k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), Valentine's Day fic, fluff, mutual pining, set in Jackson after the first game/season, reader is a baker/cook, reader can remember life before the outbreak but no age specified, food mention, oral (f receiving), praise, unprotected, soft pleasure dom Joel, squirting, feelings, no use of y/n

Notes- Happy Valentine's Day @saradika I'm your secret Valentine!!! I loved the prompt you gave and the idea came to me almost immediately! And I tried to fit as many things as you mentioned in this as I could! I hope you like it! Enjoy!

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Joel could see his breath as he walked down the street. There was a nip in the air, and it stung his face as the cold hit what little exposed skin he had. Wrapping his jacket a little tighter, Joel huffed as the light layer of snow crunched beneath his feet. It wasn’t unusual for there to be cold and snow in mid February in Jackson, yet the glistening white in the trees always made its residents awestruck. The setting sun illuminated the land in a way that made the surrounding look like a painting. Even Joel had to appreciate the beauty of it all.

It reminded them of a simpler time, a more peaceful time. It reminded everyone of a time before the world collapsed, before there was the daily worry for their lives. Joel used to push those thoughts down. He used to try to ignore the sting of Sarah’s absence. But, the longer he was in Jackson with Tommy and Ellie and others who he would soon call friends, the more he allowed himself to think about his lost daughter and how much she would have loved the snow.

But, a tantalizing smell broke Joel out of his thoughts. As he passed the little building on the corner which had become a bakery slash bar, his thoughts turned to someone else: you.

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MORNING SPICE

francisco morales x f!reader

warnings: smut. morning smut. 18+. p in v. foreplay. little to no plot except sprinkles of fluff.

an: written on phone. not edited. pls just enjoy the brain rot + be kind

IMAGINE YOU AND FRANKIE WAKING UP ON A DAY WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO. the curtains slightly cracked open, a stream of yellow-morning bleeding in through the breeze.

the light dancing over the crumbled bedsheets, the ones hanging low and loose on his hips.

you’ll deny it, but you started it.

lazy kisses to his neck and jaw, before meeting his lips.

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Joel tries not to think about creature comforts much. The world ended so suddenly that most of them became a thing of the past in a single afternoon. By the time the next day dawned, he forgot about things like Sunday mornings and coffee and watching TV and playing board games; all that mattered was survival.

He often wondered why he bothered. There didn’t seem to be much to live for, after - after Sarah. Tommy kept him going a while, and sheer spite after that; anger at the whole world, anger that manifested itself through the impact of his fists or from the barrel of his gun. Bloody knuckles and the metallic tang of of gunpowder and copper the only taste left in the back of his throat. Things like coffee and pancakes? A thing of the past. Forgotten.

Marcus Pike - NSFW Alphabet

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Ready Early

For the first time ever you were ready early.

Not just five or ten minutes, but thirty minutes early.

Frankie always was, the military training turning him into a man who believed that if you weren’t ready at least ten minutes early then you were running late. You, on the other hand, did not share that quality with Frankie and were usually seen on days where you had weddings, christenings or birthday parties to attend running out of the house with your lipstick and heels in hand to put on in the car.

It took Frankie a while to get used to this but over time he stopped waiting by the door, foot impatiently tapping on the hardwood floor while checking his watch every ten seconds, and started waiting on the couch watching whatever repair show was on TV.

Sparks

Masterlist

AO3

Author’s Note:  For the prompt “ “I made some breakfast, if you’re hungry?” submitted by @day-off-inkyoto. This is pure filth, my very first smut piece and I’m quite pleased with myself.

Thank you to @day-off-inkyoto , @violentcosmicsymphony and @sarahjkl82-blog for beta reading and being subjected to my rambles over the last 24 hours.

Paring: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Pure smut, oral sex, sex, pancakes. All the good warnings.

Summary: Drinks at a local bar lead to a run in with your boss, Marcus Pike

When you had gone out for drinks after a particularly long day at the FBI headquarters in Washington DC you had never expected to run into your boss, especially in the slinky and short black dress you were clad in, let alone find yourself grinding against him to the blaring music in the dimly lit bar as he peppered kisses down your neck.

The night had begun innocently enough, you had run into Marcus at the bar as you ordered drinks and joined him at a quieter table towards the back. You had met Marcus Pike a year ago when he had moved to Washington to head up the team you were a part of. Harboring a crush on him since he arrived, you were delighted to see his more casual off the clock side. As each round came you and Marcus had moved closer and closer to each other until he had a loose arm around your waist and was murmuring delightful obscene ideas in your ear. Dancing with Marcus Pike? Who knew that man had the moves? One hand gripped your hip as he held your ass tight to his groin, moving in time to the music, while his other hand skimmed under the hem of your dress.

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