the finale of my porter collins series is here, and I can't thank you all enough for your support along the way. I won't say much else, but I'm eternally grateful. what an adventure this has been!
I think my next ambition will be finishing my brice catledge x reader series... but you never know, and I need a break first anyways lmao thank you all so much for everything!
“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”
For Papa Miles. 😈
Against the Window
Beta read by the lovely @littleredwritingcat
Glorious gif by @putonyourbathingsuits
This is the first thing I've written in years. Please take it easy on me, haha. Without further ado, I bring you Miles smut. 3.2k words
"Will you relax for once? Have a drink and mingle," she replies , "and stop worrying about your shorts. You look great."
"l can't believe I let you drag me here," you groan to Alex, tugging at the short shorts you are wearing in an attempt to cover more of your exposed thighs. You hadn't expected this many people to be here when you allowed your neighbor and friend talk you into going to a "small get-together", which was obviously a very not small pool party.
You sigh and stop fidgeting for the moment and look around to see if you recognize any faces. "Is Hank even here? I thought you guys were done for good this time." You look at her watching as she scans the crowd herself, pulling you towards the shaded open bar by the ridiculously large pool.
"He said he and Mi--" she stops as she realizes her slip up and you pull your hand from her grip, placing it on your hip instead.
"Miles? Really?" You glare at her as you order a drink, forcing a smile at the bartender.
"Come on, give him a chance. He likes you."
"So that's what this is about then? Not you and Hank. You're trying to set me up with Miles. Again." You accuse, your voice raising higher than you intended and you noticed other party-goers beginning to stare. You wince and lower your voice as you take your drink. "And if he likes me so much why didn't he call after that night we spent together? He just ghosted me."
"I don't know. Try talking to him about it," she suggests. "He's a really great guy, actually. If Hank were half as considerate as Miles we would probably still be together."
"I don't think giving a woman the best orgasms of her life and then pretending it never happened is very considerate, Alex." You chug the rest of your drink and order another. You decide if Miles shows up you'll get to speak your mind and if not, well, you'll just get drunk and make the most of the night.
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Forty-five minutes and two drinks later you're sitting next to a guy who calls himself "Clint", though you're fairly sure that's not really his name, as he tells you about the time he "met Mike Tyson at a strip club and beat him in a round of poker." You resist the urge to roll your eyes and internally curse Alex for stranding you to go off with some guy she'd been flirting with since shortly after you'd arrived.
You chance a look around to see if you can spot your neighbor when instead you notice another familiar face - Miles - headed directly your way and he absolutely doesn't look happy, especially when "Clint" suddenly gets brazen and sets his hand on your knee.
Just as you're about to push this jackass' hand off of you, Miles slides up and slings an arm around your waist and shoots the man a glare.
"Thanks for keeping my woman company, but I'd advise you take your hands off before I do it for you," Miles says, pulling you closer. You nearly push him off of you, indignant that he thinks you can't take care of yourself. But then Clint backs off immediately, his hands raised in defense.
"Hey man, she didn't say she had a boyfriend." His words come out slurred and you wince as he stumbles out of his stool and mumbles something about "not looking for any trouble" as he heads towards the poolside.
Miles relaxes his grip on you but doesn't pull away entirely and you turn to finally look at him properly; his thick salt and pepper hair has grown since you last saw him and his beard seems a little thicker. What you notice most, with a deep blush, is his open button-down shirt revealing his tan, toned chest and stomach. When your gaze slides back up to his face, you notice he's looking at you as well, though instead of a blush, he's wearing a smirk.
Breaking out of your daze you push his arm off of you and take a step back, making his smirk vanish and his thick eyebrows draw together.
For a moment you're not sure what to say so you simply stare, anger and confusion obvious on your expression judging by his own silence.
Finally you speak: "What's up Miles? Here to fuck and run again? A little wham bam thank you ma'am? Once wasn't enough?"
He has the decency to look ashamed, clearly at a loss for words. "Can we just, I don't know, talk? Inside I mean; too many drunks out here."
Against your better judgement, you nod in agreement. No matter how angry you may be, something about this man is irresistible to you, so you find yourself following him inside and up a flight of stairs when the lower floor appears to be crowded as well.
Miles leads you to what appears to be an office, with sparse, expensive looking furniture and a lot of windows along the walls so that you can clearly see the party going on below. You consider sitting down but you don't know how much time you're willing to give him just yet, so you simply lean against a wall opposite the windows and wait for him to speak.
He paces for a moment, then stops in front of you and gives you a weak smile. "I know I fucked up. I've never been good at anything other than one night stands, so when I realized I actually cared about you I just... freaked the fuck out. I thought if I ignored it then it would go away--"
"For you, you mean. You obviously didn't give two shits about how I felt, did you?" You spit out the words as you poke him in the chest.
He glances down to where you're touching him and steps even closer, and you can now smell his aftershave and cologne, which has more of an effect on you than you like. "I'm an asshole, I know. But I want to do better. I want to try," he says, "with you." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans down to press his forhead to yours.
"Please, just... give me a chance."
The rational side of you knows you should shove him off of you, and run back downstairs; just call a cab and go home, crawl in bed and forget this night ever happened.
Instead it feels like you're glued to the spot, so close to him you're practically breathing the same breath, the warmth of his skin seeping through your clothes. Everything about him seems to overwhelm you; his scent, his broad shoulders and his deep brown eyes peering intensely into your own and you feel absolutely paralyzed with desire.
You open your mouth to respond, but you're not sure what you want to say, so you just look at him, feeling what little resolve you had left break. If this turns out to be another disaster, you'll survive. All you know now is how badly you want him. Right now.
You're both breathing heavy, staring at one another as if daring the other to make the first move. You slowly slide your eyes down to his mouth, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. That proves to be his breaking point, as he pulls you towards him, one hand on the back of your head, the other on your lower back. He crashes his lips into yours, his teeth clanking almost painfully with your own. Wasting no time, he slides his tongue into your mouth when you gasp, bringing your hands up to rest on his shoulders as his hands slide down your body and firmly squeeze your ass, forcing a moan from the back of your throat.
He pulls you firmly against the growing bulge in his shorts and you moan again, grinding into him to hear him groan your name. "You drive me crazy," he pants into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver, and you feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation.
The way this man affects you...
"Miles, please," you say, though you're not sure what you're begging for exactly.
"Please what, baby? Tell me what you want," he says, a taunting edge in his words.
"Just touch me," is all you can manage, dragging your nails down his chest making him hiss in response.
"Oh, I'm going to touch you alright." He slides his nose across your cheek, kissing his way across your jaw before leaving wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck as he slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, backing up just enough to look up at your heaving chest and lust-blown pupils .
"Take everything off," he demands. Something about his submissive position mixed with the authority in his commands makes you feel dizzy with lust. "Keep your eyes on me," he adds as though he can tell you're really into his game.
You bite your lip, feeling a blush rise across your cheeks as you slowly slip off your clothes starting with your shirt. Just as you're about to remove your panties he places his hand over yours. "Not yet," he says, his eyes traveling over your body. Your eyes flicker behind him self-consciously as his gaze slides from your face to your neck, to your breasts and abdomen, and he slowly leans in. "I told you to look at me,” he tells you, and his voice has shifted. All in all, you’ve always thought of Miles as a fairly laid-back guy, but in this moment, he sounds direct. Demanding even. The change in tone does something to your bones, and you can’t tell if you’re still standing upright, or sinking.
"You're gorgeous, perfect."
He presses his lips against your stomach, making you tremble as his beard tickles deliciously at the soft skin. Miles never breaks eye contact as he slowly kisses his way up, finally landing on your left breast and wraps his lips around your nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth and then firmly sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" You can't help but throw your head back at the sensation, and he grabs your waist as though he can tell you're about to lose your balance.
He stops all movement until you look back down at him at which point he tells you're a "good girl" and returns his attentions to your other, neglected breast. You thread your fingers into his thick hair and shiver as he drags moan after moan from your lips, his mouth kissing, nipping and sucking your breasts, collarbone and stomach.
Just when you think you can't take it anymore and you feel like screaming at him to stop the torture, he leans in and huffs a hot breath against your clothed pussy, and drags his tongue over the thin cotton barrier. "So wet already," he whispers, clearly able to see the wetness through the material. "I've hardly even touched you yet." Part of you feels embarrassed but that quickly passes when he begins dragging your panties down with his teeth.
He gently guides you over to the chair against the window and encourages you to sit and pulls your panties off your ankle, his eyes immediately landing where you're spread open and glistening. He groans as he licks his lips and leans in pressing his open mouth to your inner thigh, biting down just hard enough to sting and again you find your hands in his hair, tugging slightly which only seems to encourage him.
You look over at the open window, knowing that at any moment someone could look up and see what you're doing; what you're allowing Miles to do to you in a stranger's home.
You've never really considered yourself an exhibitionist, but at the moment the idea sends a thrill right through you, and you feel yourself growing even wetter at the thought of someone watching as Miles slides his head closer to your throbbing center, sliding his tongue over your thigh on his journey upwards.
Miles smirks as though he can read your mind, and he slowly slides his hands up your thighs before lifting them over his gorgeous shoulders.
"You think they're watching? I bet every man here wishes he could do what I'm about to do to you; make you come so hard you forget your own name." You glare at him, though his words seem to carry a hot jolt of distilled lust straight through you – like good whisky down your belly. Instead of wasting your energy with coming up with a witty retort, you grab his head and pull him closer. "So fucking do it then," you challenge. You feel his chuckle more than you hear it as he finally drags his tongue from your opening all the way to your clit, sucking briefly before pulling back and adjusting your thighs and placing his hands on your hips to hold you in place as he sets to work.
At first he runs his tongue up and down in lazy motions to tease, but soon he brings up his right hand to spread you open and before circling your clit in rapid pace. Your hands don't know where to land: his hair, your breasts, the armrests of the chair so you alternate, moaning his name, even louder when you feel him slide a thick finger into you, quickly followed by another. You all but shriek when he sucks on your bundle of nerves and curls his fingers to hit just the right spot and this time you tug his hair harshly, which seems to spur him on as he moans nearly as loud as you and sucks even harder, nearly to the point of pain. Your thighs are shaking, your toes are curled, your back is arched and you're almost there when... he pulls back, leaving you confused and more than a little angry.
"What the fuck, Miles?" You glare at him, even as he licks the remnants of you off of his fingers and leans closer to your face, his nose nudging yours.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm nowhere near done with you." You want to tell him to forget it, frustrated that he cut you off right at the threshold of what would have surely been an earth shattering orgasm, but then he slides of his shorts and your mouth waters at the sight of him. Long, thick and just curved enough to reach all the best spots.
"Come here," he says, stroking his cock as he watches you with hooded eyes. "I'm gonna take such good care of you."
You stand on shaky legs, and your eyes widen as he leads you towards the window, looking down at you with a question in his eyes. "Tell me how you want it," he presses his body firmly against yours as you try to process what he means.
"Wh-- what?" You think you know where this is going but you're still not sure how to say it.
Miles chuckles, slowly turning you around so that you can see the remaining party-goers drinking, swimming and laughing. He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, lightly biting down while reaching down to slide his fingers though your soaking wet folds. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it. And I think you want that too," he adds.
There's no need denying it. There aren't too many people left -at least whom are conscious- but still, the thought of being watched thrills you in a way you never imagined. Without responding you place your hands on the window, arch your back and flash a grin at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
His already dark eyes turn nearly black as he growls, placing one hand on your hip to pull your ass closer to him and sliding two fingers into your heat with the other. "That's my good girl," he praises pumping his fingers hard and fast as you moan, watching as a man jumps into the pool and another laughs at his friend's antics.
Your attention is immediately returned to Miles as you feel him remove his fingers and immediately replace them with his much thicker cock. You yelp and scratch at the glass, hoping like hell it holds up because you're pretty sure you're about to get the pounding of your life.
"Oh fuck, Miles," you groan, readjusting your hands on the glass and trying to balance your legs enough to where you're not entirely leaning on the window. While being throughly fucked wouldn't be the worst way to go, you'd rather not fall through a window naked into a crowd of strangers in the process.
Miles moans your name, his face pressed into your neck as he praises how "unbelievably tight and wet" you are, his hand sneaking around to rub harshly at your clit as he slams into you harder and faster.
"You take my cock so well," he tells you, his voice raspy, "like you were made for it; like this little pussy was made just for me." His words make you clinch and he hisses, squeezing your hip and rubbing your nearly overstimulated clit even harder. You're absolutely certain that you're going to have bruises for days to come.
Your moans start to come out louder and you glance down outside, and you swear you see someone watching but you can't care when Miles reaches his free hand to wrap loosely around your throat.
The wet sounds of him pumping into you and his hips slamming into your ass are vulgar enough but when your moans turn to actual screams of his name, he places a hard pinch to your clit and your whole body tenses up before you fall apart in his grasp, his arm moving from your throat to wrap around your waist to hold you upright and to make sure you don't fall through the now fogged up glass. Your vision goes completely black as your toes curl and your hands reach back to tug at his curls as you thrash against him, nearly wailing at the intensity of your orgasm. He continues to pump into your spent body one, two, three more times, pulling your hips firmly against his as he spills inside you with a loud groan and a whisper of your name. "Fuck baby, you're amazing," he tells you, sliding out of you slowly, rubbing a hand down your back.
You turn to look at him, the post orgasm high flowing through you as you wait to see what happens now. Miles leans in and kisses your forhead, then your nose and smiles sweetly at you. "Now that we've given a bunch of strangers a show, you wanna go get dinner?" He asks, "or would it be breakfast at this time?"
You just laugh. "Actually I was thinking we could just go back to my place." You say, turning around as you hear commotion outside and notice a small crowd has formed to witness your activities.
"Encore!" You hear someone shout and you're sure you're blushing down to your toes.
oh jeb, we're really in it now. it's haimgruder smut because of course it is. thirst traps work, I mean I see one clip of him watering his garden and then this happens.
Val wiped her forehead and arched her back in a stretch before picking up another box from the car and turning towards the door. The summer sun was beating down on the driveway at the front of her new home, the air a heady mix of heated tarmac and freshly cut grass. Dust motes danced in the sunlight that poured in through the open door, bathing the bare hallway in a warm yellow glow as she set the box down with the others. She stood on her porch and shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked out over her new lawn. She never really saw herself living in suburbia, but when you’re lucky enough to inherit a house, she figured the least she could do was try it out for a while. She could hear children playing a few houses away, a man on the other side of the street was out washing his car and she swore she saw a lemonade stand on the drive over.
’Hi there,’ a voice called, interrupting her thoughts about whether or not to get an actual white picket fence just to complete the bingo card.
Val turned to see a man waving from the porch next door. She raised a hand in return. ‘Hi!’ she called back.
She raked her fingers through her hair in a half-hearted effort to calm it down from the exertion of moving and hoped she didn’t look too sweaty to her new neighbour. Particularly when she got a better look at him as he drew closer. He ambled over to the edge of his well-maintained lawn and shook her hand.
‘Jeb, Jeb Magruder,’ he said, smiling awkwardly.
Jeb Magruder was tall. Very tall. His dark hair was neatly combed and he wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. She figured he wasn't long home from work. Jesus, he looked good. It was funny, now that he was up close, Val could see that there was something earnest about him. Someone else with that face and that build might have been commanding and suave, but Jeb had the air of a man who was never quite sure where he stood. It was endearing.
‘Nice to meet you Jeb, I’m Val,’ she smiled, hoping to make a good impression. It’s always easier when you get along with your neighbours and she had every intention of being an excellent neighbour.
‘Can I give you a hand?’ he offered, gesturing at the remaining boxes in the back of the car.
‘If it’s not too much trouble, that would great thank you. I feel like I’ve been ferrying boxes back and forth for hours now.’ Val winced when she saw the box he was about to pick up. ‘Oh that’s a particularly heavy one,’ she warned.
‘No problem at all,’ he said confidently, although his smile wavered when he hauled it from the trunk. ‘What do you have in here?’ he grunted, looking like he was regretting his offer already.
‘Oh god, it’s literally rocks, I’m so sorry!’ Val was surprised to see his expression change to one of delight.
‘Really?’ He actually looked excited, his handsome face beaming with puppy-like enthusiasm.
‘I.. yeah, I collect crystals,’ she explained, a little surprised. She had expected a clean cut type like Jeb to scoff and call it hippy nonsense.
‘Neat! I’m something of an amateur geologist, and I, well, I just love rocks. Although crystals aren't actually rocks.’
He huffed as he set the box down inside her front door and Val would be lying if she said she didn’t notice how his arms looked as they flexed carrying the weight of her little collection. They seemed to have hit on one of Jeb's favourite topics as they chatted about crystals, minerals and unusual geode formations as he helped her with the remaining boxes. When the last one had been deposited inside, he loosened his tie further.
'Whew! You know, my top tip for unpacking when moving house is to dig out your sheets right away and make the bed.'
Val raised an eyebrow at this advice and Jeb instantly coloured, a blush rising in his cheeks. 'Just, uh, just because when you're tired after unpacking everything else, that way you can fall in and go right to sleep,' he explained, looking flustered.
Val had to admit that she was enjoying his discomfort. For whatever reason, when he looked embarrassed she found herself increasingly attracted to him. But she had to put him out of his misery, the poor man looked like he might actually start crying. 'That's actually really good advice, thank you Jeb.'
He smiled, visibly relieved and was about to say something else to Val when a figure at his porch caught his attention. His expression changed, his mouth dropping just slightly at the corners. He had awfully nice lips. Val turned to see who she assumed was Mrs Magruder at their front door. She looked fashionable in that conservative way DC women did and she was beautiful, except for the fact that she was practically glaring at her husband and at Val.
‘Hello!’ Val waved, figuring she might as well try to be friendly. Mrs Magruder responded with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and a curt nod.
‘I, uh.. I’d better be going,’ Jeb said, making his way back across his lawn.
‘Sure thing, thanks for the help,’ Val called, admiring his back as he left.
He waved at her again as his wife turned on her heel and walked inside. Well he seemed like an unusual guy, Val thought as she closed the trunk of the car and headed inside to make a start at unpacking.
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What a fascinating girl, Jeb thought to himself. Over dinner, watching television with Gail, brushing his teeth before going to bed, he tried not to, but all he could think about was her wild hair falling around her shoulders, her tanned thighs in those shorts and the way she seemed to glisten in the sunlight. She even collected rocks, for Pete’s sake! Gail had made some snippy comment about her being a single unmarried woman living alone, and Jeb had mumbled something in agreement, not really hearing her.
Lying in bed that night, with Gail asleep beside him, he finally allowed his mind to linger fully on the new neighbour again. He wondered what it would feel like to touch her. To put a hand on the dip of her waist, to kiss her smiling mouth, to feel her body pressed up against his. He couldn’t help thinking about the way her breasts looked in that tight tshirt, and what it might be like to run his fingers over them to feel her nipples hardening from his touch.
He pictured her standing there beside his bed, gleaming in the moonlight. She’d wriggle out of her high waisted shorts and straddle him. He felt his cock stiffen as he thought about it.
Baseball, think about baseball instead, he urged himself, but it was no use. His mind was full of the thought of her, of his hands on her, of her hair in his face and there was nothing for it but to quietly creep out of bed and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
The harsh light threw his reflection in the mirror back at him and he couldn’t escape the fact that there was no way a girl like her would be interested in him. A dad in his forties who wore a suit to work every day. But the thought of her persisted and his cock twitched when he recalled how her ass looked in those shorts.
He closed his eyes and thought of her standing in that sunlit doorway. Of how her mouth might look with her lips wrapped around his cock, her big eyes gazing up at him. Of them tearing at each other’s clothes until he could put his hand between her legs and feel how wet he had made her.
He stroked himself as he thought of her moaning his name, pictured himself thrusting into her and how her tits would bounce as he fucked her. He pumped his throbbing cock and thought of how tight her pussy would feel clenched around him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. A tightening pressure built low in his gut as he gathered pace, his fist sliding up and down his shaft ever faster as the Val in his mind writhed under him, her pussy stretched around his cock until his whole body stiffened and with a muffled gasp he came all over his hand and the edge of the sink in pulsing spurts.
He shuddered in relief as the comedown dissolved his stress and the tension in his shoulders. But when Jeb opened his eyes, his relief was short lived as guilt and shame settled over him. He sighed sadly and started to clean up, thinking what a pathetic sight he made, a middle aged man with his dick hanging out of his pyjamas, fantasising about the perfectly nice young woman next door. What a mess you’ve made Jeb, he thought to himself.
How was he ever going to be able to look his new neighbour in the eye after this?
And I can prove. Remember when he read poetry like *that*, and then he did *THAT* thing?
Yeah, I know, I think I've already made my point.
I personally consider Noah a smarter and less creepy version of Gary from 'Unicorn Store (2017)'. But the way Haim plays him, made me fall in love with the bastard in the first time I watched Paper Year (2018), and kept me falling each time I watched it.
So, here it is!
I know he's a cheat, but I can't with that cute face, could you just look at him??? Would you say "no" to that?
I can fuck fix him.
Honestly hope y'all enjoy this selection, we have Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish and a bunch of sexy songs (and maybe some angsty? hmm?) bc this man definitely wants to eat you alive.
As usual, this playlist will be used in my fanfic to the character. I'm preparing a smutty time to this boy. =)
I'm not just getting wedding feels I'm getting a very specific fic/au idea
for some reason he is helping set up for your wedding. maybe you're close friends maybe he knows the groom maybe he's got an odd job at a decorating company who can say... point is, he sees you stressing out on your own day and he thinks you look beautiful but sad, even scared, and he just wants to save you.
it could go one of two ways, either the groom ditches you at the last second and he has to go find you and tell you, or you're the one who refused to leave the bridal suite because you're realizing this isn't what you want for yourself.
either way, after talking with you a while he has the genius idea to have you run away with him, and start something new on a whim all because of this spark between you that can't be ignored. romantic shenanigans ensue!
so, are we as a fandom deciding to not write fic about jeb magruder since he was a real (and shitty) person? or should I just go for it because I already have the most terrible ideas...
