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Charles had always been the quirky one; the center, the bright beacon, the source of everyone’s happiness.
Erik was - Erik. He was brooding most of the time, his quietness mistaken for hostility, and he wasn’t the easiest to sneak around.
But when they were together in a room, they became inseparable. Maybe that was the reason it was so much easier to be together in marriage than any other way, either that or the fact that Charles was undeniably in love with the man’s mind. Not to forget his body.
Charles could write sonnets, poems of all sorts, short stories, chapters - whole volumes of every cell that made up Erik’s body. He loved him to the very dot of existence, words couldn’t explain the feeling. For a lack of better words, it would be “obsession”.
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- Part 1 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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John Wick style/Mob AU: Derek Hale is the nephew to a well known Mobster, and the family name is one not to mess with. When Derek's boyfriend is taken, there's Hell to pay, and he's the Grim Reaper handing out tickets. Family comes first. Always.
Song inspir.: One Minute by XXXTentacion
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- Part 2 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Maybe the last time Stiles actually had sex was just breaking the two-year mark, and that was fine! But many nights alone, and his vibrator could only take so much. When he’d met Derek, everything had changed for the better.
Nightly sex, giving and receiving blowjobs, and hand jobs.
God, Stiles was in cloud 9 with this guy.
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- Part 3 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 1 of 8* of “Charles/Erik Camp Fuckbuddies"
The mornings were unusually hotter as Summer came along, and if there was anything as annoying as the clothes sticking to Charles’ skin during his camp activities - it was a hard-on , hands down.
He didn’t know how long he was standing in the sun for, watching mutuals pass by in their swimwear and smiles, drinking lemonade and watermelon alike. He wasn’t turned on by them, per se, but there was one particular camp attendee he hated the most -
Erik Magnus Lehnsherr.
He was top of his academic classes, joined robotics for fun, and was currently on a free ride through Bard University. But people like Erik weren’t excited when it came to college, it just occupied his time....
It didn’t help that Erik was attractive; amazing facial bone structure, pretty eyes, good body, and a seductive, charming voice. He was a tease.
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- Part 4 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 2 of 8* of "Charles/Erik Camp Fuck Buddies"
“You’re incapable of feeling anything.”
“You know that’s not true, and those are just words meant to hurt me. But I’ve said it before,” Erik clasped Charles’ jaw. “You can’t manipulate me like you can with others.”
Charles grabbed Erik by the collar, pulling him closer.
Erik gripped his wrist tightly. “All your pent-up rage is just blind lust. And I can lend a helping hand.” His metal bracelet slowly began to rotate around his wrist.
Charles’ eyes watched it slither up his wrist, up into his palm, and off his fingertips onto Charles’ wrist. It kept a firm hold on him.
“You just have to beg me for it.”
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- Part 5 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 3 of 8* of "Charles/Erik Camp Fuck Buddies"
Charles grabbed his showering bag and tossed his towel over his shoulder. He watched groups pour out of the mess hall, quick to slip away before anyone could see him. By anyone, he obviously meant Erik. Charles propped his things into a locker across before turning for the shower stalls, locking it behind him, he hung his towel over the door.
He willed away any unwanted persons, wishing he could just spend a moment alone with himself.
In the steam of the shower, his mind drifted to equally hot scenarios; Erik on his knees again, mouthing along Charles’ hips, and sloppily licking him down. Charles thought that if he could wrap his hands in Erik’s hair without the restraints, he’d use Erik’s mouth to please himself. But he was always tied up, always at the hilt of Erik’s pleasure.
Maybe, it brought him pleasure to please someone else. Charles thought briefly. Charles brushed the thought away, focusing on his problem at hand.
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- Part 6 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 1 of 4 of "Connor/Gavin's Sexual Experimenting"
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
Gavin scoffed, “Not yet.”
“Good.” Connor hummed, grabbing the lube again, and lathering his hand. He stroked himself softly.
Gavin put his feet on the bed, holding Connor’s hips as he neared.
“It’s not too late to get a condom. Think of the mess you’ll make.” Connor remarked, “Spilling all over the floor, and bed.” He tut his tongue. “I’ll have to tell the guests you’re going through some things.”
Gavin didn’t think about anything but Connor pressing into his hole. He wasn't even a quarter of the way in, and Gavin’s head was filling with absolute nonsense.
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- Part 7 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 4 of 8* of "Charles/Erik Camp Fuck Buddies"
“I promised that if you came to the dock you could come down my throat.”
Charles softly let his lips part on shallow breaths.
“The offer still stands.”
From the feel of the cold water and the near caught with his pants down moment, he wasn’t as hard as he was before. But Erik had a way of controlling his body.
“Valid until I walk out that door.” Erik pointed a thumb over his shoulder.
Charles felt Erik’s fingers gently scratching against the line of his soaked swimming trunks. They were both making puddles underneath them. “Take off your shorts.”
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- Part 8 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 1 of 2 of “Artist!Steve and Nude Model!Bucky”
Bucky admired the way Steve’s glances were fleeting and careful, like he didn’t want to offend him by gazing too long. They were shy looks a stranger would give to someone they admired, but were too scared to speak up. He liked the flutter of his eyelashes, the sharp intake of breath when he was caught gazing too long, the concentration in his flickering gazes that furrowed and creased his brow.
If it didn’t disturb the peace, Bucky would speak aloud to him. But seeing his rabbit-like temperament, he didn’t want to startle him and make him run away.
Bucky wanted to set him between his teeth and never let go.
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- Part 9 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 2 of 2 of “Artist!Steve and Nude Model!Bucky”
“Where do you want me?” Bucky asked, wiping his mouth.
Steve shrugged, “Do whatever makes you feel comfortable.” And it was a mistake to say.
Bucky, in all his grace and trickery, laid on his side on the table in front of Steve with his arm tucked under his head. “This feels comfortable.”
Steve nodded, “Great.”
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- Part 10 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 5 of 8* of "Charles/Erik Camp Fuck Buddies"
Erik leaned against the chairs. “It’s a shame. I was looking forward to finishing our bet from so long ago. Oh well-“
“What bet? We didn’t make any bets.”
Erik scratched his temple. “I distinctly remember you making a bet with me in the showers. When was it?” He tapped his lips comically. “Oh, when I caught you masturbating in the community showers, and then we had intercucal sex.” He stared blankly.
Charles smacked his arm. “Any louder?”
“There’s no one on the bus. And besides, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, Charles. Having sex with another man isn’t illegal.”
“It's indecent if it’s in a public restroom.”
“There was nothing indecent about the way I slipped between your-“
Charles hit him again.
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- Part 11 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 6 of 8* of “Charles/Erik Camp Fuckbuddies”
Charles felt an overwhelming sense of completion knowing that Erik was actually infatuated with him, and not just seeking revenge. In some way, he was hoping that his “angered” actions would be seen as unresolved sexual tension and not jealousy for being the center of attention (despite it partially being that).
He just didn’t want a bad image in Erik’s mind.
But now - he was content.
His body, on the other hand, was exhausted by all extremes. Sometimes he wished they hated each other so he could do his projects in peace
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- Part 12 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Usually uniforms didn’t do anything for you, when you saw uniforms it usually meant trouble. Especially cops. There wasn’t a single cop you met that could give you the time without being a dick about it, then again - you were a criminal. The least they could do before slapping on the cuffs and talk dirty to you about jail is offer to take you out for dinner.
But that wasn’t happening anytime soon.
So, imagine the surprise when Frank walks into the bunker in a full fledged police uniform. You almost thought he was someone else if he didn’t put his hand up and speak.
Prompt: sixty-nine, lap dancing, uniforms
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- Part 13 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part *7 of 8 of "Charles/Erik Camp Fuck Buddies"
Charles... came to the sink where Erik was leaning against the counter and lapping up his popsicle. At this point, it felt like he was teasing.
Erik looked at him, raising his brow, “What?”
Charles stared at his mouth.
Erik licked his purple popsicle tinted lips, and smirked as he opened his mouth. His tongue pressed to the base of his mouth as he slowly, painfully slow, slipped his popsicle into his throat. The entirety of the ice-cream vanished in his mouth. He pulled back, suckling the spit back into his mouth. He held the popsicle out. “Want some?”
Charles’ thoughts began to trickle into obscene thoughts, one of them being ‘I wonder how cold his mouth is’.
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- Part 14 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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“What’re you doing here, Frank?” Matt turned for the kitchen.
“Thought I’d drop by.” He sat down on the bed.
Matt neared.
“I thought you’d miss me.” Frank teased.
“We’d have to be friends for that to happen. We’re not exactly friends.”
“Don’t break my heart, Red.”
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- Part 15 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 8* of 8 of “Charles/Erik Camp Fuckbuddies” series
Charles and Erik were set on a plan; find that glorified truffle pig Caliban, and make sure he doesn’t say anything to get them fired. As far as Charles was concerned, he didn’t want to be charged with indecency.
Erik was only insistent on the mission because Charles seemed dead set on it.
So for the following days, Charles and Erik kept tabs on Caliban.
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- Part 16 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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Part 2 of 4 of "Connor/Gavin's Sexual Experimenting"
Gavin is in a pickle. Connor has done something very bad, very, very bad.
The only reason Gavin Reed was in the current position, while at a formal friend gathering, was because he’d regrettably stated that he wanted more spice in their sex life.
Everything up to this point was vanilla.
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- Part 17 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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(Part 1 of 2 of "Erik/Charles office relations")
“You’re German? You never told me that.” Charles found himself saying, and then froze.
Erik looked him over. “You never asked.”
Charles’ body was lit with a cold icy feeling. He’d hoped to never speak about his and Erik’s last encounter. It was so many months ago, and one thing led to another - Charles had never felt such pleasure from another man’s body.
His father would have a heart attack and roll over if he knew he was screwing men, let alone someone from the janitorial staff - and within the company property.
Charles discovered that Erik’s hand fit perfectly over his mouth while lying his back to Erik’s chest, thrusting, his hushed voice whispering dirty things into his ear as they occupied the staff broom closet-
Charles downed the rest of the beer and rum from his cup.
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- Part 18 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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(Part 2 of "Charles/Erik office relations")
Erik reached down, hoisting Charles into his arms, up against his pelvis, and pinned him up against the wall with his hips.
Charles whimpered against his slobbering mouth, desperately trying to meld their tongues together. He fumbled with the bottom of Erik’s shirt, desperately trying to pull it over his arms but Erik refused to cooperate.
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- Part 19 of Smut Saturdays Sundays
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If Frank wasn’t being held up by the threat of his entire artery being severed, he’d rightfully hoist him up, and throw him onto the counter.
Matt listened to Frank’s trembling heart, and chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes?”
“Fuck you, Red.”
“You wish you could.”
Kinktober Prompt: knife kink, in the kitchen
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- Part 20 of Smut Saturdays Sundays