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chiaraanatra · 1 year

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You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ | Epilogue

Summary: You, Goose, and Bradley spend a well deserved movie day.

Warnings: All the fluff, being Bradley's mom, kissing, and a little grab ass.

Word Count: 518

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed writing it!

《 part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 》《 m.list || ao3 》

You stood over the stove ladling batter onto the hot griddle. Nick came up behind you, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he whispered as he leaned down to press a few gentle kisses onto your neck. “I hate it when it does that…” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you turned to face your husband.

“Momma… Daddy…”

You both turned to the soft voice that came from the hall. Bradley stood peeking through the doorway, his airplane blanket in one hand and a model F14 in the other, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes even though both hands were occupied.

You turned to each other once more and smiled before running over to him. Goose picked the boy up into his arms and you ruffled his hair. “Good morning, love bug.” You kissed his cheeks, “guess who made pancakes for breakfast?” The boy sprang to life at the word ‘pancakes,’ similar to how his father reacted to the word ‘coffee.’ You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle before stepping away to grab plates and silverware.

As the three of you wrapped up breakfast you leaned over the table to look at Bradley. “So, lovebug. What should we do with our family day? Go to the beach, the zoo…”

Grabbed the plates from the table before taking them to the sink, “Stay home, cuddle in a pile on the couch, watch some movies…” You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes at the not-so-subtle suggestion.

Bradley’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “movie day!”

“All right, movie day it is!” you said with a smile. “How’s about you and I run to the video store and pick something good while daddy washes the dishes.”

“Okay!” Bradley practically ran to his bedroom to drop off his blanket and airplane.

You walked over to your husband and kissed his cheek. “Any requests?”

“Ooh, what’s that new movie that just came out with Schwarzenegger… Kindergarten Cop! That looked kid friendly but also seems a bit actiony!”

“I’m good with anything that’s reruns of the Banana Splits or H.R. Pufnstuf.”

“Oh, common those were great shows!” You rolled your eyes and kissed your husband once more.

“Ready!” Bradley called out from the hallway. You both walked over to be greeted by the small boy wearing his sweatshirt backward. You let out a soft giggle before crouching down to fix the boy’s sweatshirt and pulling him into a warm embrace.

“Ready to pick out some movies kiddo?”

“Yeah!”

The two of you returned half an hour later with 5 movies, microwave popcorn, and a bunch of different candies and sweets to snack on. The three of you spent the rest of the day cuddled on the couch watching movies, eating popcorn, and reveling in the love that you had for one another.

As you lay on the couch with Bradley asleep on your lap you leaned into Nick’s embrace. “I love you, Nicky.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, Honeybee.”

Tags: @luckyladycreator2 @saturnsbabe69 @belleroguewolf @goosegirl98 @desert-fern @bellamy1998

While this series may be over, I am in the works on some Hangman fics!

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

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egg-emperor · 1 year

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hey dude i'm gonna be 100% honest i initally only followed you because i thought your blog title was really funny and i went "hey yknow what i respect that" but unironically your character analyses have been genuinely so insightful and have given me an appreciation for eggman that i didn't have before. in an age where people confuse their own headcanons with actual canon, your stuff is really refreshing :) just wanted to let you know that your passion doesn't go unnoticed and is really appreciated, at least by me!

I appreciate you initially following due to my Eggman lovin', I enjoy when y'all respect it and find it funny. XD I'm always intrigued to find out what part of my blog draws you in! It really means a lot that you stuck around for my Eggman analysis too, I'm glad my years of crazed passionate analyzing and pouring my heart into it can be useful lol. I'm delighted to share love and knowledge and my mission is accomplished when it results in Eggman getting more of the appreciation he deserves hehe 💜

That really means a lot because I like to carefully analyze him over and over and memorize and piece things together to understand who he really is and capture that accurately because I love and appreciate him exactly as he is in game canon. All my analysis, headcanons, writing and story concepts, gushing, appreciation, etc are based on what I've learned, I try to stay as faithful as I can because it's very special and loved by me. It's all about showing my adoration for canon Eggman!

I'm glad I can offer something refreshing with my particular perspective and expression. It's a niche as a result and it can be controversial with all the fanon vs canon but knowing y'all enjoy it and can appreciate him more makes it worth putting out there and makes me wanna keep going! And I'm so happy my passion is recognized, I want the world to know how much I love him and how important he is to me. 🥚💘 And I'm very happy to know that you do, your support is very appreciated in return! 😊💕

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oogaboogasphincter · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 26

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

prompt: c*ck ring/strap💜pregnancy💜latex/leather (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: pairing is in an established relationship, bdsm elements (naked sub!f+clothed dom!m, restraints (rope and spreader bar), use of a riding crop and the color system, talk of safe word), swearing, a little bit of a praise+competency kink is thrown in here, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: i have no idea where this nastiness came from, but i hope you enjoy! +if i forgot anything in the warnings, please let me know bc i haven’t written explicitly bdsm stuff before and want to make sure i properly caution everyone before reading. also like..... can we take a moment to appreciate this man’s 💙hand💙?

gif by @maziken

Arms stretch above your head, pulling your breasts tight and nipples taut. The dense coils of black rope make pleasurable indentations in your skin; they tie your wrists to the bars of Jack’s headboard. He would’ve left your legs alone, but he doesn’t want you clamping up on him, as you usually do when you start cumming. No, he wants you to feel all of it. Every tickle, every tingle, every searing lick of rapture and every tiny - and not so tiny - explosion of release. So the bastard got a spreader bar, which now holds your ankles apart and prevents you from squirming away from his lovin’.

“You ready, babygirl?” he drawls, standing to the side of the bed and admiring your vulnerability.

“Yes sir,” you nod and take your bottom lip by your teeth.

“What’s our safe word?”

“Sprinkle.” Jack had made an atrocious metaphor one time about how in life you can’t just focus on the hole, you have to appreciate the whole donut. Frosting was another option, but when stuttered it sounded too close to “Fuck”: something Jack wrung out from you a multitude of times during every romp.

“Good girl. We��re using the color system too, right?”

“Mmhm.”

“Good,” he runs a splayed hand down your body, his first real touch of the night, starting at the hollow of your throat and ending between your legs. Your excessive slick lubricates his fingers, “Very good.”

He turns and picks up an instrument by its wrapped leather handle. His fingertips skate up the stiff, narrow middle to the flat, rectangular end. Stroking the smooth surface with the pad of his thumb, his eyes meet yours as he presents the item to you.

“What is this?” he asks. You were still in the baby stages of BDSM. Jack thoroughly enjoys the feeling that he is teaching you about something he’s wildly passionate about; his knowledge speaks directly to your competency kink.

“A riding crop,” you answer, earning you a “Good girl.”

Following the curve of your jaw from your ear to your chin, he rests the flat of the crop on your bottom lip, “Open.”

You obey, your eyes fighting to stay on him and not roll to the back of your head as he traces your lips. Being tied up has made you anticipant of and desperate for any semblance of touch.

His next command is “Bite.”

Your teeth wrap around the leather softly. Not wanting to cause any real damage, but enough that gives him what he wants: bite marks. Shallow divots of your teeth can be seen in the pliable flesh of the tool when you release. Jack inspects it, liking what he sees; his cock strains hard against his jeans.

He returns the tip to your lips, but continues south: under your chin, down your larynx, swivels over your collarbone and slows at your right breast, the one closest to where he’s standing. He may do this absentmindedly, but you take full notice of his tongue running along the inside edge of his bottom lip, savoring the vision of your erect nipple.

The leather travels up, across and down the raised bud, eliciting a breathy gasp from you. Jack makes the leather return to teeter on the plateau, before raising the instrument and bringing it down quickly, lightly to your breast’s peak. The sting makes your body lurch against the constraints, but pumps thick magenta lust through every blood vessel.

“Color?” he checks.

“Green,” you say with a smile, which he returns as he moves to the other side of your chest.

Knowing that you’re comfortable, he repeats the same maneuvers on your left breast. When he’s finished, when he’s robbed you of a regular breathing pattern, he trails the crop down to your pussy, letting your clit get acquainted with the texture. Your neck arches back with a moan, mind running wild at what Jack could possibly do next.

“You’re doing so good, sugar pie,” he praises, “Would you like a treat?”

“Yes please,” tumbles out of your lips instantaneously.

Jack brings the flat of the crop back up, to your chin, tilting your head to meet his intense umber gaze, “Yes please what?”

A small moment of panic washes over you when you think of your treat being jeopardized by your small slip of tongue, “Yes please, sir.”

“That’s it, good girl.” Flipping the crop around to face him, he hocks a glistening pile of spit onto the tip of it. He leans onto the bed on his elbow, dangerously close to your face, and with his other arm presses the wet leather into your folds. His name echoes in a groan around the room as he spreads his slick patch around your exposed clit, “That feel good, sweet girl?”

You can only muster whimpers and a nod of your head, pleas for him to keep going pouring out of your blown pupils. He indulges your wants - needs, really - while lowly murmuring dirty somethings into your ear, his voice barely audible over the wet slide down low. You warn him, “Jack, I’m gonna cum.”

He doesn’t help you to obey his wish, as he keeps up his motions, “Not yet. Don’t be a naughty girl. I know you’re a good girl. Wait to cum until I tell you to.”

You try your hardest, pulling fiercely against your restraints, trying to get away from his merciless glides that are only bringing your release closer to your reach by the second. As your orgasm suddenly overtakes your helpless body, you manage to whine out, “Please don’t stop, Jack.”

Contrary to your words, all actions are stopped: the crop is taken away, Jack’s filthy whispers are muted. He lands a hard swat on the inside of your thigh, making you yelp in a mix of tortured pleasure and surprised pain.

“Naughty girls don’t get what they want, honey bunch. You gotta try harder for me, okay? I want to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

Deprived tears line your bottom eyelid, streaming down your cheeks in thin squiggles with every doe-eyed blink, “Y-yes, sir.”

Jack resumes moving the crop through your folds, at a slower pace this time, leaning down to spit on your mound and let it drip down to help you get to your peak again - but this time with his permission.

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