can you do a reader x arber with some thigh riding please :)
It’s been 7 days since you last saw your boyfriend Arber. You both were needy and horny. You straddled Arber as you two made out in the living room of his home. His large hands were on your hips in a tight grip. You two haven’t seen each other in days and safe to say, both of you wanted sex. “The things you do to me, I need you so bad. Let me see you.” He groaned pulling away from the kiss to take off your camisole and bra. His eyes lit up seeing your bare tits in his face. Arber smirked at you as he groped and played with your perky tits. You moaned his name softly watching him wrap his lips around a nipple to suck on while his hand massaged your other breast. Your fingers tangled in his hair tugging slightly. Your hips moved seductively on his hard on. Arber groaned as he felt you grind down onto him. “Let’s take these off.” He hummed tugging at your jeans. Standing up, you removed your jeans and panties. He scanned your naked body with lust. Arber smirked at you bringing you back into his lap. “Grind on my thigh baby.” Arber said leaning back against the couch, spreading his meaty muscular legs wider and helped you straddle his left thigh. Your bare little pussy left a trail of wetness on his hairy toned thigh as you moved your hips up and down, side to side riding his thigh. Moans escaped your parted lips. Your hooded lust filled eyes stared into his. Arber reached up to pinch your nipples hard making you scream in pleasure. “That’s it slut. Ride Daddy’s thigh. You’re so fucking wet for me.” Arber grunted watching you rock your sexy body. Your face twisted in utter pleasure feeling yourself hump his thigh faster and harder. Your titties bounced with each thrust. Your gorgeous hair fell in your beautiful face. He reached down to rub your hard needy clit in circles causing your legs to shake and tremble while the other hand grabbed your hair to prevent it from falling in your face. Arber wanted to watch you fall apart. He absolutely loved seeing you be such a needy whore for him. Plus, Arber knew you loved his bulky thighs. Your moans progressively getting more and more loud. “Gonna cum for me baby? Cum for me. Be a good girl for me.” Arber told you picking up the pace of his thumb that is rubbing your swollen wet clit faster. You screamed his name as you reached your orgasm riding it out. Arber chuckled watching you catch your breath. “You did so good for me. Let me taste this sweet little pussy.” Arber said as he easily picked you up, laying you on your back. His head dived between your spread legs lapping at your juices making you cum again on his tongue.
Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, rough sex, kissing, biting, marking, praise kink, begging, oral f!receiving.
Based on this sinful sundays post
You were roused from your nap to a knock on your front door, you opened the door to Fraser who entered and shut the door behind him.
"What happened?" You asked only to be cut off as his lips landed on yours. You moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, he pushed you up against the wall before picking you up and pinning you to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he broke the kiss and started nibbling on your neck.
"I'm cashing in on our bet" Fraser says biting down on the sensitive skin definitely leaving a dark mark.
"Fras" you gasp as he carries to the couch and throws you on it.
He wastes no time getting you both naked, "I'm so glad I won that bet."
You moan as he immediately sucks your clit into his mouth, "Fras" you gasp as he bites lightly. Fraser begins eating you out with a fervor causing loud moans to fall from your lips, you reach down and thread your fingers through his hair causing him to groan into your cunt.
Fraser pulls away right before you can cum, causing you to whine, "Sorry baby but your not cumming unless its on my cock."
Fraser lines up with your entrance and slowly inserts his cock, you both moan as he bottoms out. You wrap your legs around his waist and Fraser begins pounding into you causing you to moan loudly.
"Fuck so tight baby" Fraser says.
You gasp as he changes the angle of your hips and hits your g-spot with every thrust making you scream his name.
"Atta girl" Fraser says, "Good girl let everyone know who's making you feel this good.
"Fras" you moan as your orgasm rips through you causing your body to convulse, Fraser keeps fucking you through your orgasm before he's stilling inside you and filling you up with a groan.
"You okay?" He asks once he catches his breath.
"Yeah" you say, "That was amazing."
"Definitely not just friends anymore" he says.
"Haven't been for a while" you reply.
Fraser pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, he moves you so your ass is in the air, "Now to try every position and make up for lost time."
Authors note ~ guys the writer's block has been bad. Another boat fic because that's all I've been doing this summer and the only thing that's giving me inspiration. This is a part two, too Was it casual? guys Ive had this half written in my drafts for literal weeks 😭. this is defiantly not my best work.
Summary ~ Gavin realizes that he's losing you and he does want more from you.
Warning ~ bit of angst, fluff, happy ending, you have a siblings (named Logan and Ava)
The summer air was cool against your skin, sitting at your lake house waiting for the mckena family to arrive. Taking breaths to prepare to see Gavin, you haven't seen him since the coffee shop. Since the coffee shop you have distanced yourself from Gavin seeing as though you guys had been acting like a couple without the fiscal affection, and you couldn't keep putting yourself through the loop of hurt so you took yourself out.
Since both your families have been friends since you were children, your mother had invited the Mckenna family to the lake house. Nervous to see Gavin but excited to see his family since you haven't seen them in a while. You and Gavin's sisters were really close and texted almost every day, your plan was to stay with his sisters and not interact with Gavin and try to avoid him as much as you can.
In the car Gavin was excited to see you, you and him haven't talked or seen each other in a while. You seem to be avoiding him and have slowly stopped talking to him. You stopped reaching out with him now,he now sees it was the start of all conversations that you have. He really missed you and was planning on doing anything to get you to talk to him again and not be mad at him anymore.
Arriving at the house Gavin and his family got out of the car, it is after the draft your family had invited him thinking it would help calm after all the draft craziness. Walking into the house that he's been in many times since childhood has looked around but could not spot you inside. His sisters had asked your mom where you were.
“Oh she's out on the porch i think she's finishing up her online summer class that girl never stops” you mom told the sisters that then left to find you and left him behind with your brother.
“Whats up man” your brother Logan had clapped him on the back “you feeling on top of the world being mr. number one pick?”
“Haha very funny i just want to relax and not talk about the NHL for this week please” gavin looks at logan frowning.
On the deck you were sitting with Gavin's sisters and your little sister Ava.
“Girl i swear ava got like a foot bigger” on of his sisters had said
They were like your own sisters. You had been wanting to tell them what happened with you and gavin desperately needed girl talk but you didn't want them to look at gavin differently deciding that most definitely you won't tell them what happened. That you'll enjoy them being here and not sour the mood.
“Im telling you she only grew a few inches.” Laughing at them
“Sure whatever you say, you know Gavin has been talking about how excited he is to see you” his other sister gave you a look.
“Really” you looked at them out of pure shock
“Yes girl, your acting like hes never looks at you with hart eyes”
“Yeah if it was all of us in a room he would only look at you” both sisters started to team up against you
You look at them in surprise. You had thought that Gavin would tell them that you guys weren't talking, not that he was excited to see you. You had definitely not expected that he was always staring at you in a room.
You were now on the boat you had mostly avoided Gavin all day other than saying hi when he came in now laying out with a good book while everyone was in the water. The boat was anchored in a bay and you were laying in the back of the boat thinking that no one was going to bother you while reading. Trying to make the best out of your situation.
Gavin climbs on top of the swim platform on the boat watching you he's never felt so close but far away from you at the same time. He never felt like he's messed up more in his life, especially you'll still be at pen state while he's in canada, that he's not yours and your not his. He had you right there and could call you his but he said no, he's never felt like the biggest idiot then he does now. He wants to fix it, do whatever you want but he doesn't know how.
Till you pause, you have felt him staring at you for the past fifteen minutes and could tell that he was really thinking.
“Do you need something Gavin?”
“Huh ugh, no i dont think you want to help” he had sounded disappointed but didn't want to help let him feel whatever he was thinking. But you were still holding on to what his sisters had said earlier.
Patting the space next to you “come sit, and talk to me just like good old times”
He had moved to sit next to you, his leg toughing yours and automatically it felt like he was better grounded.
“Ok what's on your mind” you look at him and really look at him he looks like he hasn't slept much. Like this has been affecting him as much as it was affecting you.
“I regret what I told you when you said that we should date, I was scared that I was going to lose you but this is worse than losing you because we don't talk as much anymore. Its like your still in my life and i see you but I don't get to have you, which is fair i told you no but i regret it because i love you”
You stare at him wide-eyed, not paying attention to what's going on in the water or your book or anything else at that point. That made you really think that it's always been Givn and yes he was dumb but he didn't mean it and he loved you.
“I love you but before i date you, you need to make it up to me and take me on a date”
He smile at your demand “anything for you”
He said while leaning in and kissing you. The kiss was amazing and it felt even better knowing you know having Gavin all to yourself.
I’m actually writing for once in my life told myself that I need to write until 1 because then I have a work out class but I’m at 600 words so far just writing this fic has put me trough it
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Warnings: I don't think any
Word Count: 2,200
Charlotte was the first to wake. Snow continued to fall outside - though the flakes were lazier now. They slowly drifted downward until they blurred into the snow covered downtown. The sky was a heavy grey, the sun had no chance peaking through.
Inside, the contrast was stark.
The room was warm, possibly too warm. Quinn had turned up the fireplace temperature before they fell asleep, and between the thick pile of blankets and the solid weight of him wrapped around her, heat pressed in from every side. It should have been uncomfortable but it wasn’t.
Quinn’s body curved into hers like it had found its place there sometime in the night. His head was tucked into the space just below her shoulder, his exhales were slow and even against her skin. The scent of sex faintly lingered in the air.
She didn’t move.
Not because she couldn’t but because she didn’t want to.
His hand lay across her warm skin, large fingers rest low and loose on her hip. Every so often, they flexed ever so slightly, like even while asleep he was checking that she was still there. And with every sleepy reflex Charlotte’s heart fluttered every so slightly.
She began to trace a slow line along his forearm with her fingertip. He stirred beneath her touch, exhaling softly before shifting just enough to speak.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, still caught in whatever dream he’d been in.
“Mm-hmm,” she replied quietly.
He lifted his head, just enough to see her face. His hair was a mess, his eyes were heavy, but there was something else there too, something flickered across his face before he could hide it.
Uncertainty.
“How are you?” he asked.
The question landed differently than it sounded. It wasn’t casual. He wasn’t asking about that moment, or how she slept. It wasn’t about how she physically felt, it was about so much more. Charlotte didn’t pretend to not understand.
She studied him for a moment. There was a slight crease pinched between his brows, his gaze was soft but direct, holding onto hers a second too long, like he was bracing himself for something.
Regret.
Awkwardness.
Panic.
Something that would confirm his worst fear, last night was a mistake, but that never came. Instead, she smiled at him, soft and certain, and said. “I’ve never been better.”
The change in him was immediate. His browns straightened, the crease was replaced by something quieter, steadier. His hand tightened just slightly at her waist, and the relief that moved through him was so clear she could feel it in the way his body settled back against hers.
“Yeah?” He asked, like he needed confirmation.
“Yeah.” She continued to smile.
“That’s good,” he said, a smile slipping through before he could stop it. “Really good.”
“Yeah.” She repeated once more.
Silence followed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t heavy or uncertain. There was no awkwardness linked to it, it was just… quiet.
They were tangled together in the sheets, limbs and bare skin pressed against bare skin. His hand stayed tethered on her hip in a way that should have meant something if either of them stopped to think too hard about it. Neither of them did.
Charlotte cleared her throat. “I should go home at some point.”
Quinn’s response came immediately. “Absolutely not.” She blinked up at him, caught off guard by how quickly and confidently he said it. “The roads aren’t safe,” he continued, already shifting into protective. “Your car is definitely buried.”
“It might be better later,” she offered.
“Possibly.” His tone had yet to waver. “But for now you’re staying.”
There was something about the way he said it, the strength in his words, that sent a small, unexpected flip through her stomach.
“Bossy,” she murmured.
He huffed a quiet laugh against her shoulder. “Responsible.”
She rolled onto her side, dragging the blanket with her, creating just enough space between them to breathe again. “Fine,” she replied. “I’ll text Mrs. Donnelly and ask her to check on Macaroni.”
“Your neighbour?”
“Yeah.”
Charlotte reached blindly toward the floor until she found her phone. When her face unlocked the screen, she let out a sigh. “The power’s still out,” she said. “And I only have one bar. This is like pioneer times.”
“Welcome to the wilderness,” Quinn joked lightly.
She snorted in response while typing a message. It took a minute for the message to send but eventually ‘delivered’ appeared underneath. After pressing the lock button, she set the phone back on the floor and shifted slightly to face him.
There was a pause, albeit momentarily. Charlotte didn’t have time to address it because Quinn reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face.
“You hungry?” He asked softly.
“Starving.”
“I have half a loaf of bread and peanut butter.”
“Sounds perfect.”
**
Quinn moved first.
He rolled away from her and sat up on the edge of the mattress, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around the room, like he was reorienting himself.
Then he stood and the blankets slipped away with him. It took less than a second for the realization to land - he’d ever grabbed clothes before falling asleep. Heat immediately bloomed across Charlotte’s cheeks as her gaze began to wander, down the ridges of his back and over the curve of his glutes. As much as she felt she should, she couldn’t force her eyes from him.
“Need some clothes,” he muttered as he cleared his throat.
“Yeah,” her throat was dry as she croaked out a response.
Either unphased or oblivious to it, Quinn let the blankets fall as he rose to his feet. His left knee cracked and he let out a quick stretch, the muscles in his back flexing as his body moved. Charlotte’s breath inadvertently caught in her lungs, it was as if her entire body became paralyzed, and Quinn had no idea.
He grabbed the pile of clothes and pulled his sweats over his thighs. He tied the strings, letting them sit a little low on his hips, and scanned the living room. He found her pile of clothes, left perfectly folded on a chair across the room. He collected them for her and brought them to the mattress.
“Thanks.” She whispered.
Her cheeks were still burning red as she pushed herself upright, desperately clinging to the sheet to keep herself covered. The thin fabric did very little to shield her. Quinn could see the outline of her nipples perfectly, but he didn’t react. He simply handed her the clothes with a gentle smile and moved to the kitchen, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.
**
The day unfolded slowly.
Quinn made coffee on the gas stove, the low flame flickered steadily beneath the kettle. Charlotte took one look at the murky water, wrinkled her nose, and opted for tea. They settled near the fireplace, the deck of cards between them. She accused him of cheating twice within the first ten minutes. He accused her of being dramatic at least four times in return.
They ate peanut butter and jam sandwiches cross-legged on the floor, crumbs scattering between them as they talked.
About nothing.
About everything.
It all felt…normal.
There were no loaded glances. No lingering touches that meant more than they should. No moments where something almost happened and then didn’t. It was just them and the easy rhythm they’d always had. Sarcasm layered over familiarity, inside jokes that didn’t need explaining, stretches of silence that felt full instead of empty.
Quinn had expected the opposite. So much so he’d braced for it. He spent an hour lying in the darkness replaying it, the kisses, the fire dancing over her, the sounds that caught in her throat as she came undone. It was amazing,maybe even perfect, but he couldn’t help himself from wondering if it was all a mistake. If they went somewhere they could never get back from.
Quinn never had an issue with sex just being about sex but this was Charlotte. She said she was okay with it but what if it was too much? What if last night changed them and there was no going back? He struggled to shut his brain off and now his worry seemed to be for nothing. Charlotte was constantly laughing. She stole the last bite of his sandwich without even batting an eye and launched into a heated debate about why Die Hard absolutely was not a Christmas movie.
“You only think that because it’s set in December,” she said passionately. She always had more fight in her when it came to this.
“To be a Christmas movie, it has to be set in December...” Quinn returned with a dramatic eye roll.
“It’s an action movie.”
“It has Christmas music.”
“It has explosions.”
“Christmas explosions.”
He stared at her.
She grinned.
It felt exactly as it always had between them. And that realization settled deep in him. Maybe they hadn’t ruined it. Maybe they’d just… added to it.
**
The afternoon light never really arrived. The sky stayed heavy and grey. The condo slowly evolved into its own little world, no outer noise or distractions.
Around three, the power flicked back on.
Quinn took the opportunity to make a proper cup of coffee, moving around the kitchen with more purpose now, as if he worried any second it may turn off again. As he reached into the cupboard, he grabbed the peppermint tea and glanced over his shoulder toward her.
“Yes.” She was quick to respond.
Quinn was quick to learn that Charlotte drank one coffee per day, never more. Then she switched to tea. And the type of tea depended on the time of day and her mood.
Earl Gray - right before dinner
Chamomile - before bed
Lemon ginger - when she was stressed
And peppermint, for no other reason than she felt like it.
When he’d realized how particular she was about it, he’d made a quick stop at TeaSource to stock up, then a second stop at Target to get some tin containers to properly store them.
“Quinn,” she said softly.
He looked over his shoulder, still somewhat caught up in making their drinks. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For last night. For not making today weird.”
He paused, something in his expression shifted to surprised. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
“I know. But still.”
He carried both mugs over and sat beside her, closer this time. Their thighs brushed through the fabric of their clothes, the contact was subtle but noticeable.
She turned toward him fully, and he searched her face like he was checking - really checking - for anything he might have missed.
“I was a little worried that everything would be different today,” he admitted.
“Not a chance.” Charlotte smiled at him. “You’re still my best friend.”
The words settled between them. That reassurance was what he was hoping for all day, it should’ve eased him completely. Instead, something complicated flickered behind his eyes. It wasn’t disappointment but the feeling confused him, even if he wasn’t quite sure how to describe it.
After a short pause, Quinn smiled and said, “Good, you’re mine too.”
And for a while, it really did feel normal. Like they had slipped back into the version of themselves that was easy and familiar. But familiar didn’t mean unchanged.
At some point, she yawned and pressed into his shoulder without even thinking. Naturally, his arm went around her and his hand settled on her waist. It wasn’t low or under her sweater, it was just there, as it had been many times before. But this time it felt different.
There weren’t currents rippling through either of them. It also didn’t bring an awkwardness they didn’t know how to address. His hand being there was just different, and they both knew but neither one did anything about it.
A peaceful silence overcame them. They sat quietly with steam oozing from their mugs listening to the others gentle exhales. The sky changed to a blueish-black. Outside, a snowplow rumbled faintly down the main road. A sign of the world turning back on. Her phone buzzed suddenly against the coffee table.
Mrs. Donnelly: Power’s back on over here. Macaroni is fed and judging me harshly.
Charlotte’s thumb hovered over her screen.
“I could probably make it home soon,” she said quietly.
Quinn nodded.
“Yeah.”
They sat there a second longer than necessary, listening to the wind outside, the distant scrape of plows cutting through snow. The bubble around them was thinning.
“You want me to dig your car out?” he asked finally.
“Well, if I do it will be there until spring,” she sent him a playful grin.
Quinn let out a soft laugh as he set his mug on the table. He stood and held out his hand to pull her up, she took it. And for a moment longer than either of them would ever admit, neither of them let go.
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Pairing: Sidney Crosby x tall girl!volleyball player!reader
Warnings: fluff, one sex joke.
Requested by @destinyg237
You and Sidney were trying to plan a vacation, he wanted warm and you wanted cold. Which he found hilarious considering the fact you live in Pittsburgh, but still you two couldn't decide so he chose the next best way asking Geno and Kindy.
"Okay so we're helping you two pick a vacation destination?" Kindy asks
"Well obviously we aren't asking you for sex advice" you say deadpan.
Sidney and Geno snort at the sass while Ben turns red, "Mean" Ben says.
"Baby take it easy on him" Sidney says.
"So where to?" Geno asks
"I want to go somewhere warm" Sidney says.
"I want somewhere cold" you say.
"So why not go somewhere cold this vacation and next warm?" Ben asks
"To simple Kindel" you say.
Ben holds his hands up in mock surrender, "Gracious."
"I got it" Geno says.
You three look at him waiting for him to continue, "Paris" he says, "It's romantic, and has a combination of both cold weather and hot weather."
You and Sidney look at each other, "I like that idea, thanks Geno" Sidney says.
"I agree" you say.
"And next vacation the Bahamas" Ben says.
You laugh, "Perfect."
You and Sidney booked the trip that same day and less than a week later you were touching down in Paris.
"Worst flight of my life" Sidney says groaning.
"Alright old man calm down" you say.
Sidney shoots a glare your way as you find a cab to take you to the hotel. You and Sidney didn't splurge on the hotel but you definitely weren't cheap. You two managed to snag a room with a balcony overlooking the city, and the Eiffel Tower.
The first night in Paris you two walked the streets looking at all the historic buildings and had a romantic dinner. The first full day and Paris you climbed all the steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower,
"Nap time once we get back to the hotel" Sidney says.
"Yeah we're never doing that again" you say.
You and Sidney spent the rest of the week exploring all the sights of Paris, and buying lots of souvenirs. One morning while you were asleep Sidney snuck out and found a jewelry store to buy a surprise of his own, he wasn't going to propose yet but he was planning on doing it soon.
