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thedevilspearl · 1 year

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pet play — older brothers

a/n: this is super rushed because i am super horknee, so i apologise in advance for the terrible writing <3

tags: 2k words. female reader x lucifer (kitten!reader, blowjob, master kink, mild dom/sub), mammon (bunny!reader, publix sex, exhibitionism, gambling) + leviathan (puppy!levi, dom!reader, oral sex, master kink, squirting). minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

after a long and arduous day, lucifer couldn’t wait to get home to you. sure, the house of lamentation is his place of privacy and comfort. but nothing rids him of stress quite like you.

being embraced in your warm, homely arms or finding solace deep in the walls of your pussy, all he needs is you to chase all of his worries away.

and you know exactly what he needs to relieve the tension in his body. so leading him by hand to his bedroom and locking the door behind you, you push him against it and take the leather skin of his glove between your teeth and tug.

his eyes glimmer with anticipation, intensity filling the air between you.

the glove slips from his hand and hangs from your lips. looking up at him with those gentle eyes, he feels his body elate in every way, from his burning cheeks to his growing, hardening cock.

“now, what is my little kitten up to?”

he glides the back of his bare finger across your cheek and you chase it, desperate for his warmth on your skin.

“want to make my master feel good,” you pout. “you’ve had a long day.”

a deep chuckle reverberates from his chest and it resonates through your body, heightening every one of your senses. he understands your motives quickly, dragging you towards his bed and you fall to your knees naturally.

being his favourite form of stress relief, you don’t need to think. the movements come to you like second nature, as if your existence was solely made to please him.

“good girl,” he drags out his words with a groan as your lips brush against his bulge. the metal of his zip clinks against your teeth; it’s cold against your lips and you pull it down, not once tearing your eyes away from his. “fuck…”

the corners of his lips curl upwards and his eyes darken, showering you with ounces of affection but instilling you with that familiar neediness. his cock is revealed in no time and you make haste, jerking him until he’s fully hard, just how you like it.

your hot breath teases his tip, and you place a soft kiss to it. it twitches in your hold as you swipe the precum from his slit. “goodness, kitten…” he groans. “you make a deranged man out of me.”

a smirk dresses your lips and you tease him further, using the tip of your tongue to coat his length with saliva. his groans become guttural, his abdomen tensing to stop himself from shoving his cock down your throat.

and when you finally take him in your mouth, he moans blissfully, throwing his head back while gripping the hair at your scalp. the two of you work in sync, guiding your head back and forth. you suck your cheeks in tighter, earning a hiss from lucifer and he picks up the pace.

he pushes your head further and the sensitive tip of his cock hits your throat. your gagged moans ripple through his body, filling him with fire.

his grip tightens and his hips tremble, praises leaving his lips in stutters until he finally pulls you away and his cock erupts with pleasure.

hot, white cum dribbles from his cock and you gently swipe his leaking tip with those kitten lick he loves so much. and just like always, he watches intently as you clean up his mess with quick slips of your tongue, like a kitten drinking milk.

“fuck,” he sighs exasperatedly. “you’re such a good kitten.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

betting with mammon was never a good idea.

but still, you couldn’t say no, not when his charms found their roots in every part of your body, urging you to play with him. and after a game of highs and lows and all the other demons folding, only you and mammon hold out.

he’s antsy in his seat; you sit across from each other in velvet couches and a poker table in place of a coffee table between you. you’ve been watching him slowly — a small tent formed over his crotch, unnoticeable to everyone else but not to you, since you’ve been eyeing it and salivating the whole time.

this game has been going on for far too long; all you need at this point is his cock filling your greedy pussy.

“how about this?” you suggest. “if i have the better hand, you win all the money and you can do whatever you want with me tonight.”

his lips raise into a devilish smirk. “and if you win?”

“i win the money and you for the night.”

you match his dominance despite this being entirely his field to play in. but looking at your cards and the five consecutive numbers all in the same set, you know you have the winning hand.

“okay,” he shrugs. “but i promise you, you’re not beating my hand.”

“you’re bluffing,” you scoff and toss your cards on the table. “try beating a straight flush.”

sitting back, you cross your arms with a smirk, expecting his face to drop but instead, it lights up with a new found ambition. and goosebumps erupt across your skin, because the look on his face is the look of a winner.

he leans forward, looking you dead in the eye as he places his cards flat on the table. “royal flush, baby!”

mammon cackles as he leans his head back, and you fidget in your seat, embarrassed — not because you lost, but because you acted all high and mighty despite him having the winning cards. he knew he was the winner from the moment his cards were dealt, he was just stringing you along in his fun, little game.

“don’t look so glum, bun,” he pats his lap and you automatically make your way over to him. “we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

his hands slip up your dress and give a tight squeeze to your ass. “mammon… there are people here…”

“you wanted to play this game, bunny.”

you glance around; there’s not a lot of players left in the private room, most of them fluttering away to other games but you still feel eyes on you. it excited you as much as it terrifies you.

mammon’s hands glide higher to your waist line, and he’s pleased with what he finds. “no panties, huh? you were planning this all along, weren’t ya, bunny?”

he pulls you onto his lap and your bare pussy hits his crotch immediately, and players glance your way when you yelp. as much as you want mammon to whisk you away for some privacy, you’re not a sore loser.

you lost the bet, and now you’ll do whatever he wants you to. besides, you weren’t planning to find having an audience this exhilarating, and you don’t have it in you to tell him to stop.

“hah, been craving you’re needy pussy all night. bet i don’t need to look to see how wet my bunny is, do i?”

you tuck your head into his neck, hiding your burning face. meanwhile, mammon works on removing his cock and rubbing his head up and down your slit, spreading your arousal.

“i fucking knew it,” he whispers, hot breath hitting your ear. “you’re so fucking wet.”

you moan as quietly as you can, biting his shoulder through his shirt as he slips his cock inside. “mammon…”

“c’mon, bunnypie. i know ya can take it.”

his hands grip your ass, guiding you up and down on his length and his cock does wonders stretching you out, so much that you’re unable to hold in your sinful moans.

“everyone’s watching ya, bun. i bet you’re enjoying this, aren’t ya?”

your dress obscures the view of your pussy swallowing his cock, and you bounce with his guidance, embarrassed but more so desperate to feel him stretch your walls. moving your hips with a little more vigour, you loosen up and allow yourself to enjoy the unexpected outcome of his cruel game.

“that’s it, darlin’. keep bouncing on my cock,” mammon hums with his lips pressed to your burning cheek. “show everyone how slutty my bunny is.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

“levi,” you sing, beckoning the purple–haired demon towards you. he crawls to you skittishly, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. but he soon warms up and nuzzles his face against your hand when you reach out to him. “good boy.”

tiny whimpers escape him and you tug the chain of his collar, pressing your leg against his body. he pulls in tighter, and his bulge squeezing against your lower leg.

“my, my… what do we have here?”

having him watch silently while you stripped off your layers was a challenge. but he behaved like a good puppy, holding himself back despite you being fully naked. but still, that didn’t stop his cock from growing thick and erect.

you run your fingers up his forehead into his scalp, pinning back his bangs so he can no longer hide his burning face and amber eyes filled with desperation, begging you to play with him.

“please…” he whimpers.

“aww, is my puppy this desperate?” you tease. “that’s okay. you can get off, if you want. as long as you work for it later.”

his chest rubs against your knee and you tug on his hair, holding his face in place to maintain eye contact while he starts humping your leg.

“aah!” he moans. “master, i’m going to cum…”

“already?” you hum, lifting his face so he’s close enough for you to capture his lips. he melts into you, and his hips rut harder against you. every single time, he loses all sense when it comes to pleasure and you adore seeing him like this. “you’re such a horny pup, aren’t you?”

he nods fervently, brows raised in concentration as he grows closer and closer to his orgasm. he closes his eyes but all he needs is one tug on his scalp to open them and meet your dominating gaze once again.

“that’s it, puppy. cum all over my leg like a little bitch in heat.”

your words tip him over the edge and his body jitters, his broken and gaspy moans filling the room as cum spills from his cock and leaks through his pants, leaving a wet touch on your skin. he drags the wet patch up and down until he’s rutted himself dry.

and when he finishes, you tug on his collar, bringing his face between your legs.

the space between you is delicate; you almost lose your own control over the situation when his hot breath meets your pussy.

“time to get to work, my little pup,” you order with a soft–spoken voice and brush your fingers through his hair one more time, ridding him of any obstruction. “make your master feel good.”

his tongue pokes from his lips and he licks a long stripe up your cunt. groaning, you grip his hair tighter, pushing his face deeper between your legs.

“fuck, levi!” you squeal with him panting against your pussy, completely breath–taken but refusing to part for air. “you’re so good!”

he devours you, like a dog starved for days. his tongue reaches every inch of your pussy, pressing against you with the right pressure, the right temperature, the right rhythm. you’re burning with pleasure, ready to explode from the steam building up inside.

and with one last flick of his tongue, you come undone, releasing your arousal as your body shakes hard.

“oh my god!” you don’t hold in the lewd moans as you squirt all over his face. “so good!”

you’re overcome with a buzzing sensation throughout your body; it’s been a while since you’ve orgasmed so hard. levi’s tongue pulls you from your daze and looking down at his soaked form, you can’t help but admire your sweet puppy lapping up all of your juices.

“you’re such a good boy,” you hum with satisfaction. “hurry up and clean the mess. master wants to give you another treat.”

#♡ pearl’s writing #obey me x reader #obey me #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #lucifer smut #mammon smut #obey me x female reader #obey me levi #leviathan x reader #obey me levi smut #obey me smut headcanons

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mariposa-writes · 8 months

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Tears of Joy

Pairing: Captain John Price x wife!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Overview: John thinks you're pregnant, you don't agree.

CW: infertility, self blame, angst to fluff, john being an amazing husband

Author's Note: Please repost, comment, and like. It means the world to me! Let me know what you think and if there are any corrections i need to make. It's like 3am so I'm sure I messed up somewhere lol

Part 2

Price held your hair back, hand rubbing your back as you threw up in the toilet. This was the third morning in a row that you’d woken up and ran straight to the bathroom. After you’d brushed your teeth and took a shower you meet your husband John in the kitchen.

You scrunched your nose, “What’s that smell?” You asked, trying to figure out what John was cooking.

“Eggs and bacon.” He said as he placed a plate in front of you. You looked at it with uncertainty, before pushing it away from you. “Not hungry, sorry.” You mumbled, not wanting to hurt John’s feelings after he made you breakfast.

Truthfully the thought of eating right now made you nauseous. Which was weird considering you loved eggs and bacon. Actually you loved all things breakfast, you could eat breakfast for every meal.

It was one of the things John loved about you. “Do you want me to make you something else?” John asked, worry apparent in his eyes.

You could always figure out how John was feeling just by looking at his eyes. He showed more than he realized, and after being married for three years it was easy to read him.

You sighed, shacking your head no. “I think I’m just gonna go lay down, I’m still not feeling well.” You got up from the table, placing a kiss on John’s cheek before heading for your shared bedroom.

John watched you retreat to your room. He was starting to get more worried by the day. He found it odd that you were sick, considering that you never got sick. He’d known you for 5 years and only once had you come down with the flu and even then you pushed through, not letting it stop you. Until he basically forced you to rest and give your body time to recover.

He ran a hand down his face, not wanting to think about what could be wrong. After he cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher he went to lay down with you.

You were curled up in bed, as he climbed in next to you. Molding his body to yours, and pulling you close. His arm around your stomach. You nestled into him even more, just wanting to be close to your husband.

He traced patterns into your arm as you worked on falling asleep. “Babe?” He questioned unsure if you were asleep.

You hummed, letting him know that you were listening. “Do you think you could be pregnant?” He was hesitant to bring up the question, but it was eating away at him as he laid there with you.

“No.” You answered, already wanting the conversation to be over. You should’ve pretended to be asleep.

“When was the last time you had your period.”

You shrugged your shoulders, ever since you were a teen your period had been irregular. Your gyno had warned you that it might mess with your fertility, making it harder to have kids in the future. You’d warned John when you’d gotten together and again when things got more serious.

He told you that it didn’t matter as long as he had you.

Despite all that it didn’t make it any easier, every time you had to look at a negative pregnancy test. You knew John wanted and family and so did you and no matter how much John reassured you that it wasn’t your fault and he was fine with it just being the two of you it didn’t help lessen the sting.

After a while John started to notice the toll it was taking on you. After every negative you seemed to lose more and more of the light that shined in your eyes. He hated seeing how you seemed to be deteriorating no matter how hard he tried to stop it.

Eventually the two of you stopped buying pregnancy tests and dropped the subject all together. It’d been almost a year since you last took a test and John noticed how you seemed lighter without the subject hanging over you head.

“What if you just take one test?” John suggested. You heaved out a breath throwing the covers off of you.

“No, nothings going to change. It’s going to be negative.” He could tell you were growing irritated. He could tell you just wanted to drop the subject, but something about this time felt different. He had hope which was something he hadn’t had in a quite some time.

“Where are you going?” He asked, getting up to follow.

“A walk.” You said as you slipped on your shoes and a hoodie. “Don’t follow me.” You said before slamming the front door shut.

You knew it wasn’t fair to John, but you hadn’t thought about having a child in a long time. You’d given up on the idea. You knew it was just as hard for John, but he wasn’t the one that had to feel like a failure every time a test came back negative.

He never blamed you, but it didn’t matter. You blamed yourself and that was enough. Even the doctors said everything was fine, when John insisted on getting his sperm count checked.

You were the problem, you were the reason you would never have a family.

John should’ve married someone that could’ve given him children, not you. You were standing in the way of his dreams.

These were the thoughts that made it difficult to get through the day. You felt bad for being rude to John, but sometimes it was easier to avoid the problem than confront it head on.

You finally returned to the house once it started to drizzle. John was waiting on the porch swing, making sure you got back okay.

He didn’t say anything as you entered the house, deciding to stay put and give you your space. He wanted to comfort you, but he knew that sometimes you liked to deal with stuff on your own and when you were ready you would come to him.

A few minutes later the door was opening. You handed him a container with yellow liquid in it. “Here.” You handed him the container.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but if it’s negative don’t tell me and don’t bring the test in the house and after this I don’t want you to bring it up again. I’m sorry for being rude earlier, but it just hurts to much.” He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into his chest.

“Thank you baby, I love you no matter what.” He kissed you, “You know that right?”

“I know, I love you too. Now go.” You said ushering him off the porch. As much as you tried not to get your hopes up, you secretly hoped he’d tell you the results. You hoped he’d bring the test into the house and you hoped he’d get to bring up the subject again.

You were in the living room, tidying up while trying to keep your mind busy when John returned. You didn’t even have time to process that he was home before he was picking you up and spinning you in a circle.

He had the biggest smile on his face as he kissed you. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, you didn’t even have to ask if the test was positive. You could tell by his reaction, the whole world would be able to tell if they were watching the two of you. After what felt like hours he set you down, his arms still holding you close to him.

“It was positive.” He beamed, as he stared down at you. The smile he had on his face might’ve beat the one he had on your wedding day. You didn’t even have time to respond, before his lips were on yours again.

You hadn’t felt this happy in such a long time and it was like this weight was instantly lifted off your chest. He kissed you over and over again, before breaking away. “Oh my god, I have to tell the team!” He was so giddy that it made you want to cry.

The pure joy radiating off of him, brought tears to your eyes. “Wait, why are you crying?” He asked, instantly becoming worried. He wiped a tear away with the pad of his thumb.

“I don’t know, I’m not sad. I’m happy, so happy.” This time you kissed him, bring him down to your level. You pulled back, “They’re tears of joy.” You laughed.

This right here was everything you ever wanted.

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jackmanbj · 7 months

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home surprise

jack was on his was back, he was finally done with tour and was exhausted, he had been working so hard and you could tell from phone daily phone calls he wasn’t getting all the sleep he needed.

“jack baby please rest before you come home” jack sighed and looked at you through the phone, his dark eye bags showing heavy “baby, i have been getting 4 hours a sleep” “jack! your saying that like it’s a good thing you need more rest! when you come home your going straight to bed!” “not before i fuck you” “yes before you fuck me! i need you to be rested up!” “fine baby, im about to start packing and ready for bed, i loveeeee youuu” “i love you so much more! now get some rest!” “i love you more tho” “jackman dont start.” “yes ma’am, and you better be sleep when i get there!” “of course baby”

you hung up the phone, of course you weren’t going to sleep you immediately went downstairs and cleaned it a up then started taking out the meat to defrost for jacks favorite meal then going to the living room to get snacks ready and movies planned out.

of course jack would get all this after he rested or he would quite literally pass out from exhaustion.

you checked the time 1:30am, jack would be back around 7am.

jack knew new you usually woke up around 8 or 9 so he wanted to make sure you were sleep to surprise you by you waking up to him.

you were going to wake up at 5:45am just to make sure jacks food was nice and ready for when he got back.

you set an alarm for 5:30am and fell asleep.

once it hit 5:30 you alarm went off waking you. you quickly got up and showered, brushed you teeth and started makings jacks food.

it was a quick easy mean so you were done by 6:48 jack had landed around 6:48 and would be here around 6:50 or 7:00 so you started putting the food on his and urban’s plate and placing them into the microwave.

when 7:05 hit you heard keys jingle so you quickly took the food out checking to see if it was still hot and they were so you placed it down in front the two chairs where jack and urban usually sat and got some forks for them.

“hi boys!” you gave urban a hug then went to hug and kiss jack.

“baby i told you to be sleep when i got here.” “i know but i made your favorite meal!” “did you even sleep baby?” “yes j, eat please!”

urban and jack sat down and started eating while you started cleaning up the rest of your mess.

“baby your not eating?” “uhmm not right now” “mk” once jack finished you took his plate for him and washed it and once urban was done you washed his to.

while you were finishing up the dishes jack came up behind you and rubbing on your lower thighs kissing your neck

“mm jack” “baby you can clean up later, lets go lay down hmm?” “im almost done, and i told you no sex till you sleep for at least, 7 hours. minimum!” “ baby.. i haven’t seen you in monthsss i miss you” “and i miss you to baby but where not having sex right now, ill be in the bedroom soon to help you unpack” “finee”

jack slowly walked up the stairs waiting for you to change your mind, but of course you didn’t.

once you went upstairs you seen jack unpacking.

“you need help baby boy?” “yes babe!”

you finished helped jack unpack and he went to go shower while you got his sweatpants out since that was all he liked to wear for bed anyway.

once jack got out he quickly put on his pants and laid down next to you.

“i missed you baby” you started playing in his damp hair and kissing his forehead “miss you so much” jack responded in soft snores. he was face first in your boobs drooling so you kissed his forehead once more and fell asleep with him.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n

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kdogreads · 2 months

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Richie Jerimovich NSFW Alphabet

Co-written with the incredible @foreveraimingtowardsthesky

Thank you so much for collabing on this, my friend! It’s been a longtime coming but here we are 🤪😍

Enjoy this look into our wildest delulu fantasies with our bb Richie. This was a 50/50 project and still took us forever so please APPRECIATE IT 😂❤️

A — Aftercare

There is nothing Richie loves more than smoking a cigarette with you in his arms after he blows your mind. He’s trained to read people and you are no exception. He’ll help you clean up then he’ll cuddle you, or kiss you silly, or light you a joint, or brush your hair for you. Whatever you need this time, he’s on it.

B – Body part (favourite of yours and theirs)

Richie likes - no loves - your mouth. The way your lips close around a cigarette plucked from his hand, the wet heat of it when his fingers press against your tongue, how you open up so readily for him when you’re on your knees, the sharp indent of your teeth in your lower lip when you’re trying to be quiet.. Yeah, he could lose hours dreaming of your mouth, thinking of new ways he can make it his. Spit in it. Gag it. Have you clean him up with your tongue..

C — Cum

Richie can be nasty. He wants to cum on your face, your chest, your ass, literally anywhere he can. It’s his way to mark you as his without leaving hickies or anything, ever the practical thinker. His favorite by far, though, if you’ll let him, is to cum inside you. Chef’s kiss.

D – Dirty secret

Richie has fucked, or tried to fuck, too many short-lived staff at The Beef to mention. But that’s no secret. In fact, there’s really only one thing he hopes never gets out. Luckily for him, she feels the same way. Chalk it up to the effects of grief and alcohol, explain it away however you like, but if word got round? I don’t think her little brother would ever get over it.

E — Experience

Honestly, Richie doesn’t have a ton of experience with different partners, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t treat you R I G H T. He’s only had a couple relationships besides you and Tiff and maybe he brought home a girl from the bar once or twice before you. This man is a very, very fast learner, though. It doesn’t take him long to learn every little thing that drives you wild and he’s more than willing to experiment with what you like (always with permission first).

F – Favourite position

Richie wants to see. He wants to see his cock sinking into you. He wants to see your face when you come. He wants to see the rise and fall of your chest and he wants to see his hands on your body. Richie also wants to bend you over and fuck you from behind. He likes how it makes you whine when he pulls your hips back as he fucks into you.

So he fucks you on your knees in front of the mirror on his bedroom wall, drags his fingers through your gathered slick and rubs the mess across your tight little asshole, his thumb circling and circling and circling before pushing inside. Like this he can watch as he fills you up, and see your fucked-out face as you fall apart.

G — Goofy

Our Richie is a big goofball in every aspect of his life and sex is no exception. He loves being able to laugh with you and tease you while he’s inside you or eating you out. One day he gets it in is mind that you have to call him Mr. Jerimovich as like a demeaning/authoritative thing, but when you actually call him that, he cracks up laughing. Cannot keep a straight face for the life of him. “It sounds like you’re talkin’ to my fuckin’ granddad. Too fuckin’ weird for me, baby, m’sorry.”

If he’s had a rough day, though, and needs to take it out on you, it’s all serious. No jokes, no laughing, no teasing. He just takes when he needs from you — and of course makes sure you have a good time, too.

H – Hair

How well groomed is Richie? Richie is a low-maintenance, one-bottle-in-the-shower guy. He keeps his hair and his beard short, that’s his look. Once upon a time, he got clippers and a beard trimmer for Christmas, so he does this himself, and every so often the rest of him will get the trimmer treatment. He’s not super hairy but he likes how his dick looks bigger after. He’s only human, after all.

He’s clean, but not meticulous. He doesn’t mind things getting a bit.. dirty. And if you’re honest with yourself, you sometimes like him best at the end of a long day. A little sweaty, a little rough around the edges, his skin tasting like salt and cigarette smoke.

I — Intimacy

Richie the cuddle master, am I right? He loves physical affection and just being close to you. If you’re having a slow, sweet love session, he’ll hold your face and tell you the stickiest sweet things you’ve ever heard in your life. “You were made for me, baby. I was made f’you” and “You’re so beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you’re mine” and “I love you so much my heart fuckin’ hurts.” Loves eye contact, loves holding your hands, loves loving you basically.

Talks you through it. Big time. He’s in his daddy era and he’s desperate for his baby to cum. 🥵

J – Jerk off

In a word. Yes. In the shower most mornings. It’s a Pavlovian response now. Routine. The hot shower spray. The steam. His hand wrapped round his cock.

But he’s seen the way your breath catches. When he’s knelt between your spread legs. When he drags it out just a little longer, his fist working over his cock as though he prefers it to your pretty pussy. How your eyes follow the movement of his hand as he makes you wait, how your tongue darts out against the softness of your lips..

Until finally - - You like watchin, huh? Your face had heated under his scrutiny, but you couldn’t deny it. And since then? Pictures. Videos. Whenever you’re apart for while and sometimes even when you’re not. His hand sliding over his hard dick, slow at first, then faster. You can hear his breathing, all the bitten off sounds he makes - - fuck. Sometimes it’s a piece of your underwear that he’s ruined, the sheets, his shirt. Sometimes come splashes hot against his tense belly. It’s insanely hot. It makes you ache for him. And he knows it.

K — Kinks

This man will shock you with just how freaky he can get. Choking, gun play, knife play, slapping, daddy/sir, tying you up/getting tied up, he’s into it all. Something you’ve always wanted to try? He’s down. It doesn’t always have to be super kinky stuff, though. Sometimes he’s in the mood to make love to you and, when he is, he’s the stickiest sweet lover you’ve ever had.

Once he discovers the the free use concept, it’s his favorite. “Don’t let me stop ya, baby. You keep workin’ on that,” while he proceeds to fuck you into a different universe. 🥵

L – Location

Anywhere. At the restaurant when everyone else has gone home (that reservations desk is his in more ways than anyone else knows). In his car, where there’s just enough room for you to straddle his lap in the driver’s seat. Up against the wall in some dark corner when he just can’t wait. On the couch, forgotten movie in the background. The kitchen counter in the middle of a lazy weekend breakfast. In the shower, the pretty noises you make bouncing off the tiles. In your bed. In his bed.

That’s probably his favourite. His bed. When you’re waiting for him at the end of a long day in his bed. Wearing his shirt. Your perfume on his pillows.

M — Motivation

YOU. Richie is such a romantic at heart and, if you’re his, he wants nothing more than to make you happy any way he can. He loves to hear you whine and moan for him or squirm under his touch. Part of him selfishly loves knowing he can make you feel better than anyone else ever has. He loves making you forget all your worries with his fingers or his mouth or his cock. He gets off just by knowing how satisfied he can make you.

N – No

It’s a short list, but anything you’re not into is at the top of it. You can also add to that anything too elaborate. Role play’s fine just nothing too fuckin weird alright.And he doesn’t need a red room of sex shit, doesn’t need whips and chains when his tie looks so pretty around your wrists, when his belt drags so nicely against your skin.

O — Oral

You mean Richie “could eat pussy for three meals a day” Jerimovich?? He LOVES oral. As much as he loves feeling your lips wrapped around him, he loves feeling you squirm under his tongue even more. He’ll have you pinned down with his arms begging him for a break at any chance he gets. Giving is his favorite, but he loves receiving, too.

He loves when you give him road head. Loves it. Only when it's late at night and you're alone on the back roads, though. He knows just what you're thinking when you reach a hand over coyly and scratch your nails along his thigh. A silly grin spreads across his face and he gives you a subtle nod to encourage you. By the end he's usually pulled over somewhere with both hands in your hair and a plan in place for when you get home...

P – Pace

He can go slow. If that’s what you need. He likes how he can feel everything when he takes his time, but it wears away at his self control and he didn’t have much to begin with. You like to ride him, achingly slowly, stretching his restraint as far as it’ll go before it snaps, before he grips your hips and fucks up into you, or until he flips you over and fucks you through the bed.

Q — Quickie

Are you kidding me? Richie loves quickies. Possibly his favorite thing in the world. Just finished dinner service? He’ll fuck you in the alleyway. Popped in to say hi while you’re running errands? He’ll bend you over Carmy’s desk. Even just going about your day at home he’ll come up behind you in the kitchen and pull you up onto the counter. Any chance he has to get you off he’ll take.

R – Risk

Is Richie a risk taker? Yeah. He gets a kick out of the possibility that the two of you might get caught. Actually no, he gets a kick out of you getting so fucking greedy and needy for him that you’ll let him touch you, let him fuck you, where anyone might see. His hand between your legs under the restaurant table, his mouth on your breasts in the cool evening air, your back against the wall and legs round his waist, your body pressed to the high rise window of the nicest hotel room he could afford. It fuels his possessiveness. You’re his and he wants everyone to know it.

S — Stamina

Richie isn’t as young as he used to be, but he uses what energy he has wisely. In his younger days he could go at it for hours, but nowadays his poor achey back can’t take more than one, maybe two rounds. He gets you off more times than you can count before he even thinks about fucking you, so don’t let his old age scare you.

Just because his body gets tired faster doesn't mean his sex drive has gone down, though, so don't you worry about that.

T – Toys

The first time Richie caught you with your favourite toy, he’d watched from the doorway with a dangerous mix of jealousy and want. You’d pulled the toy from your body when you saw him, but he’d shook his head and something in the look in his eyes made your mouth go dry and your stuttered explanation die in your throat. – - Don’t stop. He’d climbed onto the bed, sat back against the headboard and pulled you to his chest between his spread legs. - - keep going.. s’it feel good? .. feel better than me, huh? - - you’d said no, but he’d slapped your hand from the toy anyway, taking it from you and mimicking the movements he’d watched earlier, but harder, faster, more him. And he’d liked the way you’d surrendered control so easily, the way your head fell back against his shoulder, how your fingers twisted into the fabric of his sweats. And it occurred to him that he could keep this up for hours..

U — Unfair

Richie is a little shit… of course he loves teasing you. He’ll send you dirty texts all day while you’re at work and get you all hot and bothered. Then he’ll edge you for what feels like hours if he feels like it. He always leaves you satisfied after his fun, though, he is a gentleman after all.

When he first discovered what his "harmless" teasing does to you... Oh man. It's like he can't stop now. He'll pull you into the office at work just to whisper dirty things in your ear.

"You look real pretty tonight baby," He leans in to kiss your neck, hands wandering all over your body, "Fuuuck, you want daddy to take care of you, hm? Touch you? Make you scream so everybody knows who you belong to, yeah?" Swoon.

V – Volume

Richie has the dirtiest mouth in all of Chicago. He remembers the first time he’d called you his good fuckin girl. He remembers because you came hard and tight and wet before the words had barely left his mouth. Now he won’t fucking shut up. And you love it like that. But the best thing? There’s this noise he makes when he’s close to losing it. A filthy low groan as everything begins to unravel. It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

W — Wildcard

Richie definitely has a thing for public sex. The thrill of potentially getting caught, having to show off his pretty baby to whoever catches you… He can’t help it if he wants to show you off and make it clear just who belong to.

X – x-ray

What’s going on in those tighty whiteys? He’s not gotten any complaints. Well, no, that’s not quite right. He’s gotten loads of complaints. Just not about his dick. If he was the type of guy to be heading down the gym (although lets face it, he isn’t ) he wouldn’t need to be shy in the locker room, if you catch my meaning. Alright, alright.. it’s big. You happy now?

Y — Yearning

He may be in his 40s but his sex drive is stronger than ever. He always wants you. Richie is just insatiable sometimes. It’s like he can’t believe you are his to take care of and please whenever he wants to and he does.

Z – zzzz

He’s not even stayed awake long enough for you to read the end of this. Sorry. But let’s be fair, he’s a hard working guy and he’s had his fair share of sleepless nights. So you can’t begrudge the fact that he sleeps like an angel (an angel splayed across 75% of the bed, but still..) once you’ve both had your fill. Now roll him over before he starts snoring.

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sillystargirll · 11 months

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Daddy's Home

Back from deployment, Ghost needs his baby girl to relieve stress and tension

cw: fem reader, BDSM, Daddy Dom Ghost, Bondage, Oral Sex, Use of Sex Toys, Anal Plug, and Aftercare, not fucking proofread

Ghost staring at his phone at a text from his phone that he's about to send to his loving girlfriend parked in a empty parking lot He leans back in his driver's seat and sighs. Running his hands through his blonde hair. He is so pent up and he grits his teeth and sucks in air. He looks at the car stereo time. 4pm.

Ghost I'll be home in 10 mins. When I get home I want you in the bedroom. Naked. Kneeling. Hair down. Hands by your side.

Y/N Yes, Daddy.

Ghost smiles, 'Good girl' he says to himself. He inserts the ignition key to start the car and turns the gear on.

You're enjoying a glass of Champagne while relaxing at home. Just staying in and keeping the house clean, nothing too dramatic, it was a pretty laid-back day. You made the choice to wash your hair, take a bubble bath, and dress in a gorgeous nightgown. You are content with yourself and having a fantastic day.

As you take another sip of your Champagne, your phone starts to ping. You've got a text. via Daddy. With a smile, you open it. You sigh inwardly as your stomach surges. scanning the text quickly reveals that Daddy has had a trying day. You hastily make your way to the bedroom as the thrill inside of you bubbles.

You enter the bathroom to check your reflection, brush your teeth, and wash your face. You blow-dry your hair and spray it with a scented mist that has his favorite scent—strawberries—knowing full well that it will drive him crazy. Then you remove your bra and underwear and put them in the hamper beside the door. You run some hot water, soak a washcloth, and delicately clean your most private areas. You walk back into the bedroom after applying a little perfume to your wrists and neck. A wool rug in the center of the room invites you to kneel down and take a moment to simply observe your surroundings.

You and your daddy play with the hanging toys that are all over the wall in front of you. Depending on his mood, he either prefers to sit alone in the huge leather chair and watch you or invites you to join him. You generally lie down with him behind you on the couch to listen to him talk about his day as he plays with your hair. the area of your bed where you play the most. A big queen-size four-poster bed with black silk sheets and opaque fabrics draped in black and maroon that you can occasionally pull down to encircle the bed. Daddy's bottle and glass of bourbon to be specific Kentucky is half-full on the bedside tables. Knowing that his drawer contains bottles of his favorite lubricants, plugs, and tiny vibrating devices makes you grin.

Your heart beats rapidly as you take a breath when you hear the front door.

"Daddy's home luv."

Your heart skips a beat when you hear the voice, but you keep quiet because you haven't been given permission to speak.

The door to the bedroom opens.

"Good girl. That's a good girl" Ghost praises you.

He turns to face you, grinning and admiring the scene. His baby girl is content and obedient to his every request. He kneels down and grabs your chin in his broad hands. His thumb barely brushes your lips as he elevates your face.

"Speak princess." Granting you permission to now reply to him.

"Welcome home Daddy." You reply.

He leans into you and licks your lips, you obediently open your mouth and he pushes his tongue inside kissing you deeply as you massage his tongue with your own. He moans into your kiss and you moan right back.

"Daddy is going to get ready princess. Stay." He commands

"Yes Daddy." You answer.

You hear the shower turn on, and you remain kneeling. Daddy is pleased with you and you are beaming. You live to please him and he take such good care of you. You are the most in love you've ever been in your life. You drift into your thoughts about what he is going to do with you and you let out a breathy huff at the sheer anticipation.

He uses a towel to dry his hair. He stands in front of you with his hands on his hips. Naked. You could see all of his scars, and he is quite sexy. He is tall, blonde, with strong shoulders, massive arms, and perfect abs. It's not the first time you've seen him without the mask; after months of getting to know you, he finally removed it in front of you. He was stunningly handsome; in fact, he was Adonis. As his cock expands in front of your face, your pussy starts to drip in slick. It took some time for Daddy to prepare you to be able to handle the length and girth of the long, girthy member in front of you.

He takes a step toward you. Having pulled a length of red rope from the wall and gently binds your hands in front of you.

"Up on your knees princess, I want you to relieve this tension for me okay?" He commands.

"Yes Daddy." You kneel up and obediently open your mouth and push your tongue out.

He takes another step towards you.

"Princess. Remember your colors and words and your taps for non-verbal. Do you understand?" He brushes your hair from the sides of your face.

"Yes Daddy." You reply.

He holds your head gently as he pushes his leaking cock into your mouth. You lick and suck the tip, tasting the pre oozing from his slit and you run your tongue all around the head pulling a low moan from your Daddy. He pushes further into your mouth and you hold your tongue on the underside of his cock as you suck his shaft. You moan sending vibrations up his cock as he pulls out and pushes back in, a little further each time, giving you time to adjust before his starts. Your tongue works around his cock, drool dripping down your chin, you know he likes it messy.

"Awh princess, yes, just like that, nearly ready, yeah, yeah..mhmmm." He looks down at you and meets your eyes.

You hold his eyes there and he smiles.

"Ready babygirl?" He asks.

You tap once on his thigh for yes.

He grins at you. "That's my girl, that's my good girl. So good for me aren't you. So good for Daddy. Yes you are. Yes you are." He purrs at you.

It sends heat directly to your sopping pussy and your throbbing clit. Praise does the trick for you.

Ghost pulls back and presses his entire length into your mouth while maintaining a hard yet gentle grasp on your hair. He groans as you hollow out your cheeks. He speeds up and starts throat-fucking you. You sigh and swallow while inhaling through your nose around his cock. He thrusts violently and swiftly, smacking your chin with his balls.

"Fuck baby, so good, your mouth feels so good. you love taking my cock in that pretty mouth of yours. Look at me princess. I want your eyes." He looks down at you.

"I'm going to come, and you're going to keep it in your mouth do you understand. Do not swallow." He commands.

You tap his thigh once.

"Fuck good girl, good girl. fuck." He moans and picks his pace up again, thrusting fast and hard and he chases his orgasm. He spills into your mouth and you keep it there. Obedient to the end. He pulls his cock out and lets out a breathy satisfied sigh.

He groans and quickens his pace, thrusting fast and hard as he pursues his orgasm. You keep it in your mouth after he spills. faithful till the end. He extends his cock and exhales a delighted sigh.

"Show me." He demands

You open your mouth, full of Daddy's cum, a little dripping out down your chin and running out the sides. Daddy always fills you up good.

"Oh princess that's a good girl. Yes. Look at you, your pretty mouth full of Daddy's cum. What a messy girl you are huh." He takes a moment and just admires the view. You are on your knees looking up at him, mouth open full of his cum.

"Swallow baby." He commands, and you obey.

"That's my princess." He purrs.

"Do I get my reward now Daddy. I was such a good girl." You purr back

"of course luv" He kneels and wipes your face and mouth with a warm cloth. He then cleans his cock. He picks you up and moves to the bed. Before you, he kneels and sets you on the brink.

"Keep it off the edge baby."You get softly pushed backward while he speaks, and you are lying on the cool, soft sheets. His thumbs graze your pussy lips as he lifts your legs and slides his hands down the backs of your thighs before running them back up. You whimper as you no longer feel his touch on your dripping cunt. He purrs at you while grinning and tenderly rubbing your legs. Your knees loop over his shoulders as he lifts you up while pulling you toward him.

"Be good and moan for Daddy princess." He says, as he flicks his tongue out at the wet folds of your cunt. He skilfully licks and sucks your lips, swirling his tongue around to explore every inch as you gasp. You let out a deep groan as he flattens his tongue and licks you from your asshole to your clit. It feels fantastic, fuck. You buck a little as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

"Such a doll"

He purrs. He brings his big hands around your thighs and pins you.

He continues his assault on your pussy, massaging, licking and sucking your lips, flicking your clit as he coaxes your juices out of you. You are literally dripping and he is lapping it up.

"your so fucking wet and taste fucking divine"

He praises you

Your heat rises and he continues to eat you. Picking up pace as he moves his mouth, enveloping your cunt. He starts to furiously flick and suck your clit and your hips try to buck as you grip the sheets under your hands tightly.

"d-daddy p-please" you beg

"you know I love it when you beg, let me hear more." he purrs

"d-daddy more please"

You whimper as the waves threaten to gush out of you.

He suddenly pulls his mouth away leaving you whining at the loss of him but he quickly and smoothly moves your pliant body, he flips you quickly onto your stomach and again pulls your legs towards him. You hear him open the drawer to his left and then a zipper. He pulls out the butt plug and lube. Coating the toy he purrs at you again.

"Now your gonna behave and take it like the good girl you are."

"y-yes daddy."

He pushed the plug inside your ass, gently stretching you, the beautiful burn making you moan as you drool beneath him.

He stroked your ass cheeks and you swallow the plug. All the way in. You smile at yourself. Pleased.

He climbs onto the bed and he turns you over to face him now. He settles in between your thighs and lifts your knees up to hook over his elbows. He lines his hard throbbing cock up with your soaking wet entrance. Holding your thighs and pushing his length into you. groaning as he feels the heat of your pussy and your walls clench around him. He thrusts, and thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper.

You hold each other's eyes as he fucks into you. Driving you into the mattress. He moves again, hands on your hips and he pulls you toward him with each thrust. Your hips clash together, your clit stimulated with each thrust as your cunt takes all of the hard cock Ghost is giving you. The waves of pleasure wash over you with each thrust as your moans fill the room. Ghost holds your eyes as he fucks you, smiling, licking his lips. A possessive look. You belong to him. You are his. He owns you and you love it.

"so fucking tight" That sends you over the edge and he sees your reaction, he pounds hard and fast making you scream out and writhe beneath him. You chase your orgasm and it hits you like a tidal wave. Daddy thrusts as you ride it out with him. He is chasing his own orgasm as he gives you yours. Your pussy gushes around his cock and that's what sends him. He cries out and you respond in kind. You both come hard together.

Heavy breaths fill your ear and Ghost leans down on top of you. He kisses your neck, your ear lobe, your jaw then your mouth. Clashing your lips together and tongues licking and massaging each other.

"I've missed you Simon."

"I've missed you too (y/n)"

You slip into that Euphoric phase you go to after play. You are happy, content, and satisfied. You close your eyes and let out a purr.

"I'll clean you up, just sleep" He unties the red rope. Ghost always looks after you. You smile.

"Mhmmm." is all you manage and you fall into silent peaceful void.

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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I’m Never Drinking Again

Part 2 to “I Have a Girlfriend”

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

TW: swearing, mentions of drunk chaos and a hangover

Summary: You and Bradley deal with the aftermath of a night out at the Hard Deck.

Word Count: 1.7k

The next morning you're sitting in the living room freshly showered with an iced coffee when you hear a loud groan come from the bedroom. You lift your eyes up from your phone and your lips quirk up slightly. It's almost 10 am and it seems Bradley has finally risen from the dead. You went about your morning as usual, leaving him to his alcohol-induced slumber.

A few minutes go by and you finally see Bradley stumble groggily into the living room and lean against the wall with his eyes closed. You choke down a laugh at his disheveled appearance. He's standing in nothing but boxers and socks, drool dried on the side of his face and curls messily sticking up.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Glad to see you survived." You quip and Bradley lets out a noise resembling that of a wounded animal. "Did you get the painkillers and Gatorade I left on your nightstand?"

He slowly shuffles over to the couch where you're sitting, feet never fully leaving the floor, and plops down. "Yes, thank you." He says with his eyes closed and head resting on your shoulder. You nod even though he can't see you and take a sip of your drink. Your nose crinkles when you smell him and you shove him off of you.

"Go brush your teeth and shower. You reek." You tell him while pretending to gag. He opens his eyes at the sudden movement and pouts at you with crossed arms. "I do not." His voice is whiny like a toddler who didn't get their way and you roll your eyes.

"Yes, you do Roo. You're practically sweating vodka and your breath smells like a dead raccoon covered in skunk spray. I love you but please for the love of god, go clean yourself up." Your voice is teasing but he can see on your face that you're serious.

He stands up and huffs, heading toward the bathroom without any more protest. Twenty minutes later, you hear the water shut off and Bradley walks out with a fresh pair of boxers slung low on his hips and he's drying his hair with a towel.

He watches your eyes rake slowly over his form and smirks. "Hey, where the hell did these bruises come from?" He asks while showing you some dark purple welts on his arm and leg.

"Not sure. You fell out of the bed last night and had a hell of a time getting back up. Maybe you landed harder than I thought." You say with a shrug and he grunts. "Maybe."

"Other than that, how are you feeling?" You question and Bradley lets out a pained moan. "A little better since showering but still like shit. My head feels like there's a construction crew inside and my stomach is in knots."

You nod your head and turn your attention back to mindlessly scrolling. Bradley goes off to get dressed and comes back a few minutes later wearing a navy t-shirt and gray sweats. You check the clock and stand when you see it's almost 11. Bradley looks up at you with a confused expression and you laugh.

"We're meeting everybody for brunch. There's nothing quite like greasy breakfast food to cure a hangover." You explain and Bradley sighs. "Not to be rude, but I'd rather swallow a cactus." Just the idea of eating right now makes his stomach lurch and he suppresses a gag.

You shake your head and grab his hand to pull him up. "We both know the only way out is through. You'll only feel worse if you're hungry."

He stands next to you begrudgingly and grabs his aviators off the coffee table, slipping them onto his face. "Fine, but I'm going to complain about it the whole time." You roll your eyes playfully and grab the keys to his bronco. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

You climb in the driver's side and Bradley doesn't protest. You're the only other person allowed to drive his baby and quite frankly, he's pretty sure being behind the wheel right now would make his head spin.

You take your time driving to the small diner you frequent after nights out. A few minutes later you're pulling into a parking spot and you wave at the group standing outside waiting for you.

Bradley clambers out of the truck and takes his sweet time making his way over to his fellow pilots. Jake claps Bradley on the shoulder and he winces slightly. "How come she's allowed to drive that fossil but I'm not?" He complains and Bradley's voice is still hoarse when he answers. "Because you drive the same way you fly and I trust her more."

Jake doesn't let the comment bother him, instead, he just laughs and nods his head. "You know I like to go fast." He quips with a wink and Phoenix scoffs.

"I'm sure you do a lot of things fast." She mocks and you cackle at the implication. The two of them seem significantly better off than your boyfriend and you wonder if they were as drunk as they acted last night.

The thought doesn't linger for long as Maverick interrupts the banter. "Okay kids, that's enough. Let's get inside, Bradley looks like he's thirty seconds from sitting on the pavement." You glance over at your boyfriend and sure enough, he's wobbling on his feet.

Ten minutes later you're all sitting around a table ordering drinks and looking over the menu. Bradley is wearing his sunglasses inside and despite the shower, he still looks like a hangover personified. Jake takes a moment to really look at the man and shakes his head.

"You look like shit, Chicken." Bradley doesn't even bother looking up when he responds. "Fuck off, Bagman." Everybody laughs at the enemies-turned-friends before going back to their own conversations.

The waitress comes to take everyone's order and Bob suddenly speaks while you're all waiting for your food. "Here's your hard-earned money." He teases while handing Bradley a wad of cash.

You see his eyes dart between the money and Bob trying to sort out what the hell he's talking about and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You look at Maverick and see the older man holding back a laugh of his own. It would seem Bradley doesn't remember much of last night.

"What the hell is this from?" He asks and you see Jake break out in a shit-eating grin. You know he's thrilled when he realizes he gets to fill Bradley in on the events from the night before. "Your show." He tells him and you can hear the giddiness in his voice.

Bradley's eyebrows only furrow deeper and he looks at you. "What show?" You can see Jake practically bouncing in his seat with excitement and grin.

"Your little performance on the bartop, Roos. Seems you cleaned up pretty well." You tell him and Jake looks like he's going to explode when realization dawns on Bradley.

"You're fucking with me." He says matter of factly and you shake your head. Before you can respond, Jake pulls out his phone and holds it up. "Nope." He says, making sure to pop the p. "Got the blackmail evidence right here."

Bradley's eyes are saucers and he snatches the phone out of the blonde pilot's hand. Sure enough, there's a video of him dancing up on the bar with money raining down.

His heart races as he watches himself reach for the button of his jeans and he wonders if he's even allowed back at the Hard Deck. Right before he loses the last of his dignity, he sees you appear on the phone.

He breathes a sigh of relief when you jump up on a bar stool and yank him down. He hears boos from the crowd and the video cuts off. He hands the phone back to Jake and drops his head into his hand. "What else happened?"

"Some girl hit on you." Maverick says casually and Bradley's head jerks up to look at the man. His heart leaps into his throat at the tone and insinuation. What did he do? He loves you more than anything, you're his entire world. He feels bile rise at the idea he may have blacked out and fucked that all up. He would never do that, no matter how drunk he is. Would he?

You watch the panic rise in Bradley and punch Mav in the shoulder before turning to your boyfriend. " You thought some girl hit on you and almost pulled a muscle trying to get away from her. I was standing three feet in front of you the entire time. You were so drunk you didn't recognize me." You explain and you see Bradley physically deflate with relief.

" You wouldn't even let me near you or drink the water I gave you. The first thing you did was reject me and show me a picture of your girlfriend. Then you called me and told me you missed me." You say with a fond smile. You hear Phoenix aww and Jake gags before you continue.

"It was actually really cute to see how excited you got just talking to me. You were like a little kid on Christmas morning." You recall sweetly and Bradley grabs your hand under the table. You smile at him and the interaction is cut short by food being placed on the table.

You spend the next hour eating and laughing while recounting the chaos from last night. Bradley slowly starts to warm up as the food and meds kick in and before you know it, he's back to his usual self.

Everyone pays their bills and says their goodbyes and the two of you head toward his bronco. He sticks his hand out and you toss him his keys. He unlocks the truck and opens the door for you before rounding to the driver's side.

All the windows are down and you take in the warm San Diego breeze as it whips through your hair. Bradley rests his large hand on your thigh and you look over at him through the matching Ray Bans he bought you. "I love drunk Roos." You jest and he glances over at you for a split second.

"Well don't get your hopes up. I'm never fucking drinking again." He smiles and you laugh loudly with your head thrown back. "That's what you always say."

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captain-mj · 5 months

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G’day Captain can I please request soap and ghost trying to shower together while on leave or after a mission but one of them (Ghost) has the water way to hot so the other (Soap) just sits in the bathroom keeping each other company and giving reassurance that they’re both alive and okay. hurt/comfort or full fluff up to you, gen or teen not explicit please just after some comforting vibes after the game that shall not be mentioned.

Have a great timezone!

Yeah I can write some gentle fluff! Also I saw your second ask and I appreciate it! We're all good dw :)

Ghost and Soap had just spent the past six weeks in the middle of nowhere and Ghost wanted nothing more than to just take a hot shower.

Soap hissed the moment he touched the water. He had been lucky enough to get in a few hours earlier and shower beforehand, but he was clingy as hell after missions, not that Ghost was any better. "Jesus, Simon. Think you could get it any hotter?"

"No. I tried."

Soap groaned and looked at the water and then his skin which had taken a bright red hue. "Yeah, I'm not getting in that."

Ghost finished undressing and got into the water. Any other day, he may have turned the water down so Soap could join but his back hurt too much. He started to wash himself, feeling some humanity sink back into him.

Soap sat at the sink and started to brush his teeth. He listened to Ghost scrub himself clean. "Use the conditioner I brought."

"I don't get why." Ghost grumbled but Soap could hear the bottle opening. "It's just hair."

"I like my men well groomed." Soap answered and rinsed his mouth out. He waited there silently, just listening to the sounds of Ghost.

Ghost hummed softly and Soap closed his eyes.

"Given up by Linkin Park?"

"Bingo."

"Think you could scream for seventeen seconds?"

Ghost mused over it. "Nah. Probably not." He changed the song and it took Soap a lot longer this time.

"Addicted to you by Saving Able?"

"I've let you listen to too much of my music."

"Probably. Let me try." Soap started to hum. He kept with the older rock vibe since he wanted Ghost to have a change. He got two notes out.

"Lips of an Angel by Hinder. I don't like that song. Do another one."

Soap laughed and tried a different one. It was a popular one but Ghost wasn't guessing it. He started to sing the lyrics too.

"Seriously? You don't know Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles?"

Ghost opened the curtain, smiling. Soap brightened and looked him over. "Course I know it. I just like hearing you sing." He pulled on some boxers, stretching. Soap knew he needed to do something or else Ghost would get dressed and put the mask back on, so he attacked him. He kissed along Ghost's face and got his attention.

Simon grumbled but melted right into him. "Johnny..." He pulled him closer. "I'm so glad you're here."

Johnny kissed him softly, running his fingers through Ghost's wet hair. "I know. Glad I can finally be with you again."

They held each other close and hummed softly. Soap traced his fingers over his scarring and Simon purred. "Johnny, you wanna lay down? We can put on a movie."

"Sounds great." Soap walked with him, holding his hand. "Maybe one of your old horror movies?"

"I love you, Johnny."

Soap kissed Ghost's hand and walked with him to Ghost's bedroom. He pressed into him and they snuggled up together. Ghost picked something random. Soap couldn't remember it at least.

They snuggled up together and ended up falling asleep

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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ramp-it-up · 9 months

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Homework

Shield High School FACULTY AU

Pairing: Teacher! Bucky x Teacher! Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Language, S MUT w/some plot, mutual pining, angst, fluff, two idiots in love, wall s ex, dirty talk, teasing, praise kink, a teeny tiny bit of degredation, oral s ex (f/m recieving), finger f ucking, face f ucking, sloppy head, rough s ex, pleasurable pain, squirting, raw s ex (protect ya self).

A/N: This is a teacher AU. All characters in this are ADULTS, as you should be if you’re reading my fic. Thank you. 😊 This comes right after Quarter Finals and way before Deck the Hallways. Thanks to @blackpinup22 for asking for this after 18 months. I'm glad you got me when you know I ain’t sh#t, lmao. Reblogs and interaction is currency for writers on this app. If you like it, reblog.

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Bucky woke up the next morning and stared at you as the sun came up. You looked so angelic. He couldn’t believe his luck, and fought his instinct to grab you again. Last night had been everything he’d dreamt of and more. His heart flipped as he studied your face. He had to do this right; he couldn't scare you off.

You’d said that you wanted him ruined for any other woman. Bucky didn’t know how to tell you that he had been before he laid a finger on you. He was so far gone that he couldn’t sleep and he didn’t want to leave, so he got up, quietly cleaned himself up and slipped on his clothes from the previous night. Then, he snuck out of the door.

Bucky came back 45 minutes later, carefully replacing the keys that were on the table next to your door.

He carried the bags into the kitchen and opened your refrigerator.

Food. It was one way to express how he felt about you.

——

You woke up to the smell of food coming from your kitchen. You peeked your head out of your bedroom and saw Bucky puttering around.

You closed the door before he saw you and leaned against it, heart skip-pattering and a giant grin on your face. Your mind couldn’t believe the night actually happened, but your body told you it did.

You ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower while you brushed your teeth quickly. You took a famous seven-minute shower and threw your hair up in a bun, trying not to take the situation too seriously. You threw on an old t-shirt and some shorts, trying desperately to not look like you were trying too hard.

You looked ruefully in the mirror before turning to join Bucky. You thought that you looked a mess, but it was the best you could do.

——

“Why are you always trying to feed me, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky turned around from his preparations and his heart skipped a beat. He felt his face split into a grin when he saw you. You looked beautiful and sexy as hell, fresh faced and relaxed. You were so damn hot.

“Morning, Doll.”

The way you smiled and walked up to him and put your arms around him made his anxiety disappear. He wrapped you up in an embrace and kissed you on your forehead.

“Gotta keep your strength up.”

“For what?”

You smirked up at him.

“At school, you are on all day when you’re teaching. You need sustenance.”

You stared at Bucky’s lips. Bucky stared back at you.

“And on a Saturday morning?”

Bucky raised his eyebrow up. He leaned down to your ear, his breath on your neck making you shiver.

“You need strength for weekend activities.”

You shuddered in his arms at his voice.

“Activities, huh?”

Your sultry tone was doing things to him.

“Yes. Activities…”

Bucky kissed your neck and then pecked you on your lips as he took you by the shoulders and moved you away from him, trying to keep focus.

“It does take almost all day to wash my hair.”

Bucky looked at your messy bun.

“You make beauty effortless, Doll.”

You blushed and ducked your head as you turned around and looked at the spread.

“Let’s eat.”

Bucky pulled out your seat and placed a napkin in your lap. You smiled at him as he sat across from you.

“What did I do to deserve this kind of service?”

You reached for the maple syrup which you realized you didn’t have in your pantry.

“Did you go grocery shopping?”

“I did.”

Bucky stared at you as he took a bite of food. Those lips distracted you and you shifted in your seat, the delicious ache in your core giving you an inkling of why.

“I did it because I had a great time last night. And food is my love language.”

Your eyes got wide. Did he just say 'love?'

Bucky started choking.

“I mean…Not like that. I mean.. Not not like that… shit….”

He felt like such fool as you watched him take a drink of juice.

“You good?”

“No. I’m a fucking idiot.”

You smiled at him, feeling disappointed that he didn’t want to express those types of feelings. The types of feelings that had butterflies trapped below your rib cage since the first time you saw him.

“It’s okay Bucky. We had a great night. We don’t have to ruin the vibe with all that ‘what are we?’ nonsense.”

Bucky paused. Wait. Did you not want to define the relationship? Fuck. He shouldn’t be such a simp.

“Right. Yeah, absolutely. Don’t want to ruin the mellow.”

You two ate, making small talk about the Saturday errands, laundry, cleaning and planning for the next week that needed to be done and then you both moved to put the dishes in the washer and clean the kitchen.

When you were done, you stood staring at each other.

Bucky wanted to say the things he thought he shouldn’t say, but he didn’t want to ruin this. He was afraid he already had. All he wanted was to take you into his arms and tell you that he wanted you, that he felt very deeply for you already. But it was too soon.

Wasn’t it?

“Well, Doll. See you Monday morning.”

“See you Monday, James.”

You wanted to throw yourself into his arms and burrow you head into his chest, pull him back to your bedroom and cuddle all day, but you decided not to. Maybe this was a one time hookup, or maybe there would be more to come. You didn’t want to be that girl who just wanted a relationship.

So you decided to be a grown up about it.

Bucky walked out, looking back at you before you closed the door. Your heart sank that he was leaving, but you just waved as he climbed into his car.

You spied Bucky’s tie peeking out from under your couch as you walked back to your bedroom, picked it up and put it around your neck, smiling as you remembered the night before. You debated giving it back to him. If you never had another night, you’d have this.

You were thinking about how to act around him at work when you heard a knock at the door.

Your heart flipped when you saw it was Bucky.

“I forgot…”

Bucky stared at you in his tie and licked his lips when you opened the door.

“You forgot your tie.”

“No. I forgot my… I forgot my you.”

Bucky looked at you and sighed. Your butterflies awoke.

“I forgot my you.”

Bucky took the ends of the tie and pulled you toward him. The action was unneeded because you felt this magnetic pull which drew your lips together like magnets.

He mumbled something when he separated from you, and you thought you heard what he said, but you couldn’t believe it. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered it, urgently begging.

“Please be my girl, Yourname. I want you, I like you. So so so much.”

His lips brushed your neck, making you shiver as the butterflies rioted in your stomach. He was slurring as if drunk on your scent and proximity.

“Wan’ you to be mine. Please. Don’t wan’ anyone else. I’m ruined. Just like you said.”

The velvet tenor of his voice made you tremble, and all of your senses were alive in all areas of your body.

“J-James, what? What are you saying?”

You were breathless as your hands traced the muscles in his back, and followed his lats around to the front of his shirt, toying with the buttons, your fingers itching to take it off again as he walked you backwards into your apartment.

After kicking your door closed, Bucky stopped long enough to pull back and look in your eyes as your hands trailed up to his shoulders.

“I want you to be my girl, Yourname.”

You looked down and then up again, biting your lip to keep from grinning like a fool. Then you nodded.

“Okay. I’ll be your girl, James.”

“Fuck yeah!”

Bucky let out a whoop and then walked you back into the nearest wall, hands everywhere.

“Want you. Need you.”

The feeling of intoxication was contagious, and your head was spinning at Bucky’s ardor.

“We went all night, James. I’m already sore…”

Your protest was countered by the fact that you were unbuttoning Bucky’s shirt and pushing it off of his shoulders.

Bucky dropped to his knees, looking up at you with those blue, blue eyes.

“Did I do that? I’m so sorry, Doll, Let me kiss and make it better.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes as he pulled your shorts and panties just down enough with his hand so that his tongue could reach your cunt.

Bucky’s lips kissed yours and his tongue split them in two, collecting your juices on his tongue. It was so fucking sexy to see him so desperate for you that he didn’t even take off you panties. You weren’t laughing anymore as he dove face first into your moist cunt, sukling your clit and inserting two fingers over your panties to finger fuck you as he tried to shatter your soul.

“Fuck you’re so perfect!”

Bucky moaned it into your cunt as you scream-whined.

“Oh my god, yes! Ohhhhhhh. Mmmmmmh. YesyesyesYESSSS!”

Your legs started shaking and your hands fisted in his hair, pulling the more he moaned when you did it. He stared you straight in the eye as you came and tried to hold on to the wall above your head for purchase.

“One more time…”

Bucky pulled your panties all the way off as he drove his entire mouth into your cunt, tongue fucking and sucking your clit impossibly at the same time. You were on tiptoes and instantly on edge again.

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum again.”

You were speaking in a low sultry whine as you held his head and stared at him again. It was so intimate and so fucking hot when you came into his mouth.

“James! Fuck.”

You laughed as he stood up, sliding his body against yours along the way. You fisted his cock through his pants.

“What do you need, Doll?”

“Need my man to fuck me up, James.”

“Damn, Doll.”

Bucky picked you up and walked over to your couch, sitting down with you on his lap, bottomless, squirming on his lap in an effort to get what you wanted where you wanted. Your soreness was forgotten. Your only mission was to get his pants off.

You started gyrating in Bucky’s lap, trying to get some friction on your clit while he gently swatted your cunt while his hands reached under your shirt to squeeze your braless tits.

“This sweet, sweet pussy. Don’t want to hurt it anymore.”

He gave you a quick, filthy peck on your lips.

“Pleaseeee. James. Please hurt me.”

His teasing was driving you crazy and he was loving it. You could feel his bulge rubbing against your ass.

“You can’t mean that, Doll.”

Bucky’s eyes mesmerized you as one of his huge hands lifted your t-shirt and he leaned down to suck and pull your nipple into his mouth. You panted and moaned as you propped your leg up outside of his on the couch, opening your legs even wider as an invitation.

Bucky licked his fingers and reached around and under your leg to rub your pussy as he sucked your nipple again.

“Ah that feels goood, James…unnnnnh yessss.”

You both looked down to see you start making a wet mess all over his hand, then used two fingers to stroke circles on you. He alternated watching your face and your pussy.

“So fucking beautiful, Doll.”

You came on his hand again and then he let you slip down to the floor while he stood up to take off his pants. When he sat back down, you immediately grabbed his bobbing dick, proclaiming “Mine!”, and wasted no time deep throating and gagging on him.

“Holy shit, that’s right Doll, it’s yours. But…take it easy on me… fuck!”

But it was Bucky who was fucking into your throat preventing your breathing at the moment. He let you gag and drool all over him for a few minutes before he pulled you off, kissing you filthily and fully as he squeezed your tits again.

“So fucking hot. Get up here.”

He went under your shirt to suck your nipple as you positioned your legs on either side of his widespread thighs. You scrambled to take off your tee while Bucky licked his fingers to stretch you out again. You wiggled your ass as he positioned his cockhead at your entrance and the magic began.

Bucky intoned a deep, “Ahhhhhhh,” as you slid down the length of him, and you immediately started whining. He hit that spot deep inside you and your apartment was filled with the pornographic sounds of your flesh slapping together.

You started riding him harder as you two watched him filling you up just right.

“Why are you fucking your dick so good, Doll? Such a good fucking girl, My good girl. My best girl.”

Bucky’s words drove you over the edge and your eyes rolled back into your head as Bucky held your wildly gyrating hips steady.

“Need more…”

Bucky turned you around reverse cowgirl, but took control of your hips and leaned you back, using you like a fuck toy, slamming you down on his cock. He was going as deep as you ever felt him while whispering filthy things in your ear.

“You thought you were sore before. That’s nothin’, Doll. Gonna make sure you can’t walk straight all next week. When I see you coming down the hall I better see the evidence of how I molded you to my dick this weekend.”

“Bucky, FUCKKKKK! I’m gonna cum. All over!”

Bucky scooted to the edge of the couch as you released, the squelch of your fluids outright obscene.

You collapsed on him, only slowly realizing that Bucky was still hard inside you.

“Oh… nooooo….”

Bucky kissed your temple as he moved you two down to the floor.

“Oh, yes, Doll.”

You were on your hands and knees as he put his hand on the back of your neck and started fucking into you. Bucky helped you realize that you were not done because when he stopped moving, you found yourself throwing it back on him.

“Fuck yes, fuck your dick, Doll. Sssssshit.”

He watched your ass work and then grabbed your hips, his stroke becoming erratic. Knowing that his end was near brought you another and you shattered just before he did. Bucky’s thick streams of cum filled you up and then leaked out of you almost instantly with their velocity and copiousness.

You were on the rug in your living room, trapped by the bearable weight of Bucky’s body. You didn’t think you were able to move anyway. A sudden rush of cool air was replaced by a feeling of weightlessness as Bucky packed you up, put you on the toilet and bade you to pee.

You did, unashamed as you sleepily watched Bucky run a hot bath. He looked back at you and blushed when he caught you admiring him.

“Can I stay a while, Doll?”

How did the man have the nerve to be bashful after what you two just did? You wanted to say that he could stay forever, but you just nodded, and softly said, “Yeah.”

#shield hs faculty au #shield hs #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x black female reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes #teacher au #avengers au #marvel au #teacher! bucky barnes x teacher! reader #teacher! bucky barnes

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writingdumpster · 1 year

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chores

pairing: Moon Boys x reader (mainly Marc)

warnings: none

summary: Marc is insecure because he struggles with household chores after you move in together.

word count: 1.3k

You moved in with the boys about two weeks ago. It was wonderful and you couldn’t be happier. You woke up next to one of the boys and went to bed next to one of them too. You got to see all of them every day now that you lived together and always had time in private. You had never felt more at home before you moved in with them.

You and the boys were all settling into a domestic routine. Jake cooked. Steven did the laundry and dishes. You cleaned the house. Marc hadn’t figured out his place yet. One Sunday evening you had brought home a new dresser kit for the bedroom. Marc put the box on the floor of your bedroom. He started to open it.

“You don’t have to build it now, baby,” you told Marc. You had seen Marc try to put together furniture before and it never went well. You had intended to wait for Jake to take care of it.

“I can do it,” Marc said.

“Just leave it,” you tried. “We can watch a movie.” Marc knew what you were doing. He knew he struggled with building furniture. He felt like he was failing at all of the domestic tasks. It made him feel like he wasn’t taking care of you well enough. He wanted to prove himself.

“It’s fine, sweetheart. I’ll do it now,” Marc insisted. He spent the next four hours sitting on your bedroom floor hammering, screwing and unscrewing, tightening and loosening, but he couldn’t get the dresser together. You had been bugging him to leave it alone after the first hour. He refused to come to the table for dinner, Steven forcing his way into the body so that he could eat for Marc.

You took a shower, brushed your teeth, and got into your pajamas. You read on your bed while Marc worked. You glanced over at the clock and realized it was almost 11:00. You put your book to the side and slid off the bed. Marc was still sitting on the floor. You came up behind him and put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing out the knots that had formed after hunching over the ground for so long.

“Let’s go to bed. You can finish it in the morning,” you called.

“We shouldn’t leave all the pieces loose on the floor. It could be dangerous,” Marc said. You sighed.

“You’ve been trying for four hours, baby,” you said.

“I can do it,” he said.

“I know you can, honey,” you assured him. “But it’s late. I want to go to sleep and I want you in bed with me.” You kissed the top of his head.

“I can’t go to bed if it’s not finished,” Marc said. You sighed.

“Marc, baby, I want to go to bed. Please just let Jake do it,” you begged. Marc took a deep breath.

“Fine,” he relented. A second later Jake was looking up at you from the floor.

“I’ve got this, mi amor,” Jake said. “Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, querido,” you called. The dresser was finished in a little less than twenty minutes.

“All done,” he said. Jake stood up, pushing the dresser next to his. He turned around to see you standing there. You leaned up on your toes and gave him a sweet kiss.

“Thank you,” you said. “Can I see Marc? I think he needs me.” Jake nodded.

“He does,” Jake said. Marc took over the body again. He looked behind himself and saw the finished dresser. He sighed. He turned back to face you.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Marc said dejectedly. “I can’t seem to do anything right around here.” You gave him a sad smile.

“Come sit with me, honey,” you took one of his hands and pulled him towards the bed. The two of you settled on the bed. Marc leaned against the headboard and you sat cross legged facing him from his side. His head was against the headboard, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he pouted. You reached out and took his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze.

“You know that you do more than enough for the family, don’t you?” You asked.

“I don’t do anything,” Marc said. “I can’t do anything.”

“Baby, you do so much,” you said. Marc scoffed.

“Do you know that you’re always the one who showers for Jake?” You asked. “And you always set the alarm when Steven has work. You put Jake’s keys back in the bowl when he forgets them in his pocket and whenever Steven loses his bus pass you always go get him a new one.” Marc still looked disappointed in himself. “When I was sick last week you were the one who got my medicine. You drew my bath and rubbed my shoulders,” you reminded him.

“But–” Marc started to argue.

“I know you have trouble doing chores, but you take care of us. You do things for the others that they don’t even realize. I’m sure you do things for me that I don’t notice either,” you said. “You do enough for our family, Marc,” you assured him.

“It’s just…I feel like if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t be able to take care of you,” you said.

“Honey, you know how to do the dishes and you’ve cooked for me before. You lived on your own for years. Just because we all have a little easier time with chores doesn’t mean you can’t do them,” you said. “You just don’t have to now. You have us. And we have you too.”

“Is that enough? Me?” Marc asked. You gave him a soft smile as your heart broke in your chest. You knew he was insecure about himself. You didn’t know how to make it clear that he was enough. For you. For the family. For the world. You reached out and cupped Marc’s cheek in your hand. He leaned into your touch.

“Marc, baby, you’re more than enough. You’re everything,” you said.

“You promise? You won’t leave if I can’t keep Jake and Steven around?” Marc asked. Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Leave? Marc, I would never leave you. Any of you. All of you,” you assured him. He nodded hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just never feel like I’m enough for you,” he admitted. You let out a small sigh. You rubbed your thumb against his cheek.

“I know, baby,” you said. “But you are,” you told Marc. He nodded. He laid down, cuddling into your chest as you slid down the bed with him. You ran your fingers through his curls as he lay there, your other arm wrapping around his body.

“I love you,” Marc said. You smiled softly. You knew why he was saying it. He wanted to hear it back from you. It wasn’t a problem for you. You would tell him every time he wanted to hear it. He didn’t need to say it back. Most of the time he didn’t have to ask. You turned your head to the side and kissed his forehead before whispering against his hair.

“I love you more than anything, Marc,” you assured him.

“Do you want to sleep with Steven?” Marc asked. “I know you haven’t seen him much today.” He would give every opportunity for you to choose someone else, purely because he didn’t think he deserved to be chosen.

“I want you, Marc. Stay right here.” Marc nodded against you.

“Don’t let me go,” he begged. You gave him a squeeze.

“Never.”

#marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight angst #moon knight fanfic #moon knight imagine #marc spector imagine #marc spector fic #jake lockley x reader

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mountsmase · 1 year

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- nights with you -

You jump up onto the counter next to the sink, pulling mason to stand between your legs, his face quickly finding its place nuzzled into your neck. You bring a hand up to his hair, fingers running through his soft locks as your manicured nails scratch gently over his scalp - which you know he loves. No words are exchanged between the two of you whilst you wait for the shower to warm to the right temperature. The only noise in the room comes from the running water and the occasional sound from Mason as he hums in satisfaction and relaxation at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

Times like this feel so rare for the two of you at the moment. Your schedules are getting in the way a lot recently, Masons busy with both Chelsea and England, and yours with your job, you haven’t spent much time together over the past few weeks. So when you realise you both had some over-lapping days off, he did not hesitate to invite you to stay at his for a couple of nights.

Once everything was clean and tidy he locked up the house for the night and you headed upstairs to start getting ready for bed and take a shower together.

As soon as the water is the correct temperature, you both undressed and stepped into the shower, taking turns to stand under the flow of water.

You reach over to grab the shampoo, but you’re stopped when mason beats you to it, squeezing some into his hand and instructing you to face away from him. You do as you’re told with no question, your body relaxing immediately when his hands start to rub the conditioner into your roots. You let out little hums of pleasure as he massages his fingers into your scalp for a couple of minuets before helping you to rinse it out, taking extra care not to let any of the soap or water get into your eyes.

He then helps you apply your conditioner, holding you against him and swaying you gently under the hot stream of water whilst you wait for it to sink in. You share a few kisses and then rinse it out, leaving mason to finish off his shower routine. You wrap yourself into a towel before heading back into the bedroom where you change into a pair of pj shorts and one of masons shirts to sleep in.

You re-enter the still steamy bathroom, where you find Mason stood at the sink, towel around his waist and hair still slightly damp as he brushes his teeth. You slide up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, scattering a few gentle kisses along his bare back as you breath in the smell of his body wash mixed with his natural scent. One of your favourite smells ever.

He brings his free hand up to the mirror, wiping off some of the condensation which allows you to see your reflection in a small amount of the fogged up glass. You meet his eyes over his shoulder and he gives you the best smile he can around his toothbrush. You let out a laugh and his cheeks get the slightest tint of pink at the sound.

You step back, instead moving to his side, grabbing your own toothbrush and a few of your skin care supplies from the draw that he keeps stocked with all of your favourite products. He finishes brushing his teeth and wipes his mouth with a towel before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He goes to leave the bathroom but quickly comes back to you after realising you’ve got all of your products out.

‘Can you put some of that moisturiser on me, please?’ He asks shyly, sounding almost embarrassed, even if he knows he’s got nothing to be embarrassed about.

‘Of course, come here then’ you grab his hand and pull him closer to you, his hands finding your waist as he stands in front of you. You scoop the correct amount of the cream onto one of your fingers and start applying it to his face, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your fingertips on his skin. You finish rubbing it for him and he leans in, his minty breath fanning over your cheek as he leaves yet another kiss onto your skin, before finding your lips with his own.

You take his place in front of the sink when he disappears back into the bedroom, going through your own skin care routine and also brushing your teeth.

Its not long before you’re leaving the bathroom to head back to the bedroom, finding Mason lounging on top of the covers in nothing but a pair of sweats, scrolling through his phone - which is quickly discarded when you enter the room.

Since it’s still early, and neither of you have to be awake in the morning, you decide to relocate to his home cinema room, grabbing a couple of blankets and pillows off of his bed to take with you. You quickly decide on a movie before switching off all of the lights and snuggling up on the sofa (which you’re pretty sure could fit at least 15 people). He lays with his legs spread out in front of him, one arm around your shoulder as you snuggle into his side, head tucked under his chin. His other arm is under the blanket, hand holding onto yours in his lap.

‘Is every one still coming over tomorrow?’ You ask him, remembering that a couple of weeks ago he’d planned for his family to come for lunch.

He hummed a quick ‘mhm’, letting you know that they were still coming. ‘If it were up to me, I’d have you to myself all day, no disruptions’, he grumbles against the top of your head.

‘May I remind you that you were the one who invited them?’ You teased, only getting a huff from him in response, causing you to giggle, ‘Someones grumpy, huh?’

‘Not grumpy, just want you all to myself’

‘We’ve got all morning baby, no disruptions until they arrive, I promise’ you feel him let go of your hand under the blanket and he brings it up in front of your faces, sticking his pinky out, asking for a pinky promise. You let out a giggle but link your pinky with his none the less, loving how clingy and needy he’s being, because at the end of the day you’re just as clingy, feeling the need to spend every free moment you have in his company.

You unhook your pinky from his and bring your hand up to rest on his jaw, sitting up slightly to get a better angle to look at him. You instantly melt against him when his lips meet yours, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, tangling in your hair and tilting your head slightly. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him nipping your bottom lip, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, meeting your own as you fight for dominance. He leans into you a little more, forcing you to move backwards until you’re laying on the couch with him hovering over you.

His lips never leave yours as he slides his free hand down your body, touching your sides until he reaches the hem of your (his) loose t-shirt. He fiddles with the fabric for a moment before sliding his fingers underneath, brushing his hand over your tummy and up to your boobs, where he cups one gently. His thumb glides over your nipple, causing you to arch your back at the pleasurable contact, chest pushing into his as he eases you to relax.

He pulls back from your lips, giving you both a chance to breath, but he doesn’t wait long before he’s bringing his lips to your exposed neck, kissing and sucking the spot that he knows drives you wild. As much as you’d love for him to keep going, you don’t want to have to cover up any bites or bruises tomorrow, so your hand finds the back of his head, tugging his hair slightly to get his attention. He brings his head back and locks eyes with you.

‘I love you’ you whisper, lips brushing against his,

‘I love you too,’ he replies, followed by, ‘so.fucking.much’, exaggerated with a kiss between each word.

He deepens the kiss again and when you start pushing your hips into his, he doesn’t hesitate to move down your body, determined to make you, his girl, feel better than ever.

#mason concepts #:) x #mason mount concepts #mason mount imagine

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thespacesoffalseandtrue · 11 months

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Sleepover

jake x fem!reader

and i know it’s been long but here is this post from this anon! sorry i was mia, school and stuff. as usual my inbox is open for requests.

warnings: SMUT!!! virginity talk, jake fluff and sleep overs (:

“Come on baby, it’s already so late. Please just stay with me tonight.” Jake told you, grabbing your hand as you walked past him. You could see the moon shining brightly through the kitchen windows, casting a slight shadow along the tile. You did have to agree with him, it was late but you didn’t feel as if it were fair to do that to him. Sleep in his bed, in his arms, and not allow him to touch you.

“Jake I can’t,” you say as you sit on the couch and put your shoes on. The clock on the wall read 2:08am and you sigh knowing you won’t get back to your home until almost three. But you weren’t ready to leave when the movie ended, you were too comfortable with your head in his lap and talking to him. It wasn’t until he made a comment about both of you heading up to bed that made you jump up off the couch.

“Stay with me tonight,” Jake says again, his voice almost pleading. He moves to sit beside you on the couch.

“I don’t have any of my stuff,” you try. Knotting your hands up in your lap.

“Is that the only reason?” Jake leans forward and presses his lips to your neck. “Are pajamas the only thing keeping you from spending the night?”

“Well, I mean…” You begin to say something else, but then it’s cut off by a moan as you tilt your head back. His tongue is swirling, dancing, tasting the soft skin of your shoulder, and you all but go limp in his arms. “Face wash, toothbrush,” your words become jumbled as he moves his hand to cup your breast over your t-shirt. “Clean underwear.”

“Are the ones you’re wearing too wet already?” He asks you, his voice was deep and husky. You feel your cheeks warm at his words and the sensation of him all over your body. “Let me worship you tonight.” His fingers slide across your thighs causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You ponder your options, you could stay with Jake, allow him to worship you, touch you, kiss you. You know that’s what he means. You have been dating for seven months now and he knows your boundaries and never pushes you past what you’re comfortable doing. But you’ve never spent the night with him before and you can’t help but feel nervous at the idea.

“Jake, I,” you shift slightly away from him so that you can look at him. “Jake I don’t know if, I mean I don’t want to put you in a-” you fumble over your words, feeling heat rise to your face.

“Baby,” He says, grabbing your face, cutting you off. “We don’t have to do anything, I will sleep on the couch and keep my hands to myself. It’s just so late and I know you’re tired and don’t like the idea of you driving so late.”

You peer into his deep brown eyes, so sincere, so full of love for you. How could you even think that he would push you toward something you weren’t ready for.

“Thank you,” you tell him, feeling like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. “I will stay tonight, but I don’t want you to stay on the couch.”

He smiles at you and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I have a toothbrush for you in the guest bathroom and you can wear my clothes, okay?” You nod and he stands up, grabs your hands pulling you after him as he ascends the stairs.

He opened the door to his bedroom, flips on the light and begins to dig through his drawers for clothes for you. You’ve been in Jake’s bedroom before, even napped in his bed before, but this was different and you know you should feel nervous or giddy. Instead, you felt calm and completely at ease.

He turned around and had an old shirt and a pair of plaid pants for you in his hand. He walks across the hall to the other bathroom and comes back with an unopened toothbrush. You take them from him and move to the bathroom to change and brush your teeth. You know that you should probably shower but you were too tired and swore you would take one as soon as you made it back to your house.

His clothes fit you just right and smelt like him, woodsy and masculine, and you wonder, as you exit the bathroom, why you were ever nervous about this in the first place.

Jake was laying in the bed, completely clothed, and was flipping through the television looking for something to watch.

“Hi,” you say, coming to lay beside him. He pulls you close, your head on his chest and your legs entwined with his.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks you. You didn’t care, you were just happy to be here with him.

“I don’t care,” you tell him and kiss his chest.

“I told you I was going to keep my hands to myself,” he says with a smile.

“Kiss me,” you tell him.

He kisses you deeply, pulling you directly on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands move to grip your hips and roam freely under your shirt. You breath hitches when his palm grazes your bare breast. He breaks the kiss.

“Is this okay?”

You should feel nervous, you should be apprehensive, but instead you sit up in his lap and raise your hands over your head.

His eyes widen in surprise. “ Are you sure?”

He has seen you topless before, but this was different, you both could feel it.

“I’m sure,” and you were. You didn’t know what would happen tonight but you weren’t going to stop anything from happening.

He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head. He doesn’t waste any time and attaches his lips to your neck and moves down to your collarbone.

You gasp and arch into him when his mouth latches onto one of your breasts. His hand moves to the other one and pinches the peaked nipple.

“Fuck,” you sigh and knot your hands in his hair.

He smiles against your skin as he takes his time loving your chest. Sucking the delicate skin, leaving sensitive red marks in his wake.

He eventually flips you over and slides on top of you between your legs. His hair was wild and pooled over one shoulder. His face was red and flushed. His eyes met yours, they were warm and soft.

“I love you,” you tell him. He smiles down and you and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I want to,” you say against his lips.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I trust you.”

He kisses your lips and then your cheeks and then your eyelids. You giggle at the sensation, he moves up and pulls his shirt over his head.

“You can change your mind at any time, okay?”

You nod up at him as he resumes the position between your legs. He kisses each of your hands, his chest was pressed to your skin, his was soft and warm.

His fingers were light as they played with the waistband of your pajama bottoms he lent you. You lifted them slightly so that he could slide them off. You weren’t wearing any panties and you suddenly became self conscious. You wrap your arms around your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, grabbing your arms away so that he could see all of you. “I’m going to take my time with you, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for your response and moved to kiss your lips, your neck, the valley between your breasts, down to your stomach and stopping at your inner thighs. Your body aches with need as you watch him settle between your legs. You can feel his warm breath tickle your core and you move your hands to his hair.

His eyes don’t leave yours as he takes his first taste of you, and you gasp. The feel of his tongue dragging across your clit makes you cry out because of how good it feels. The small touch has your body going up in flames, and a level of need you've never experienced roars inside of you. It pushes you past your shyness, and pleasure dominates your thoughts.

“More,” you gasp out and start to lift your hips, but he holds you down so you can’t wiggle free.

“I am going to give you everything baby, no rush.”

His tongue circles your clit again, but this time he slides it all the way down to your entrance. When he pushes it inside you, you grip his hair tighter. He thrusts it in and out repeatedly, and you feel yourself clenching around him. You needed his hard length to replace his tongue, but right now you know you’re riding his mouth like you would his cock.

He pulls his tongue out, and you open your mouth to protest, only to let out a breath of relief when his fingers take its place.

“So damn wet,” he groans, thrusting them in and out of you.

When his tongue finds your clit again, you drop your head back onto the bed. He sucks, and you feel him flicking it back and forth with his tongue, and your body can’t hold back. Your orgasm explodes from within like fireworks are being set off between your legs and cascading to every inch of your body. You call out his name as the pleasure courses through you, all the way to your toes, but Jake doesn't stop. He keeps devouring you, and you’re not sure you can take much more. Your legs start to shake, and you can’t form the words as he thrusts another finger inside you.

“You’re taste so fucking good, I never want to stop devouring you.”

“I don’t want you to,” you say moving your hips closer to his mouth looking for some friction against your clit as his fingers work in and out of you. You feel smile smile against you.

“You’re mine, and no one else’s” he says sucking and nippling your clit. “Say it.”

“Yes, I’m yours,” you agree. “I need your mouth, Jake, please.” You don’t know what’s possessed you, being this bold, but the ache between your legs can only be eased by him.

“No need to beg, I will give you whatever you want,” he says before his mouth lowers once more. He hooks his fingers inside of you, and the feeling is so different and deep that your body has no choice but to respond. A few quick caresses and you go off once again, only this orgasm is different from the last. It’s like lava pouring on you, and my whole body instantly ignites, and you cry out.

Every inch of your skin buzzes as you melt into the bed and shut your eyes. You don’t even have the willpower to keep them open, and you’re not sure you'll ever be able to move again.

As you slowly come down Jake kisses you gently along the insides of your thighs and you know with your entire soul that you want him to be your first. He stands and removes his sweat pants, you can see his cock straining for freedom against the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours in the process. He climbs back and hovers over you.

“Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” you say and touch his cheek, “I have never been more sure of anything before in my life.”

His touch is gentle as he reaches up and brushes your hair out of your face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, but it’s even more than that.” Your heart flutters as he kisses you. “I’m keeping you.” You wrap your arms around him, silently agreeing.

“I will go slow,” he says against the hollow of your neck. “Tell me if you need me to stop, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want you, Jake.”

When he kisses you again, you gasp as his cock rubs against your clit. Your legs fall open on their own, and your body is already making room for him.

“I want you too. Too damn much.” He reaches between you and presses his cock to your opening. “You’re so wet.” You bite your lip, wondering if that’s normal. “You have no idea how much I love it.”

His words reassure you and make you relax as he pushes the head of his cock into you. You feel yourself clench around him, and he’s right. You were soaked.

“There’s no going back,” he says, and you don’t know if that’s a warning or a promise.

“I don’t want to go back,” you say and pull him to you. The moment his tongue entwines with yours does he thrust all the way inside you. You whimper against his mouth at the sting and stretch. He stills, allowing you to adjust to the fullness of him, all the while his lips never leaving yours. Soon the pain begins to fade and you are left with the feeling of fullness and completion.

“Jake,” you moan when he pulls out, and then you take all of him as he thrusts back in. The movement and connection wash away anything else and he’s the only thing in your world.

“Damn tight, baby,” he grits out, and you lift your hips to meet each of his thrusts.

The pleasure begins to build like fire in a volcano on the verge of an eruption. Jake is fighting for control and seeing him so strained turns you on. His brow is furrowed and sweat is beating his forehead as he moves at a slow and deep pace. Neither of you seems to want this to be over too soon, but the finish line is fast approaching.

“You gotta cum with me,” he says, and you whimper because you’re so close.

His hand slips between you and goes to your clit, his slow strokes of his thumb pull you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you say to him.

“Baby,” he says, hips faltering “I don't know if I can hold on much longer, where should I-”

“I want to feel you fill me up,” you tell him.

He moves his thumb faster and with a few strokes of his fingers you follow him into paradise. You cry out as the orgasm ignites in you and Jake groans your name. There’s a primal clench when you feel his release spill, filling you up. The pulse of his cock causes your body to react in ways you didn’t know were possible.

As the last of your orgasm fades, every muscle relaxes under him. You close your eyes and feel the happy smile tug at your lips as you realize that someone you love and trusted was your first.

Jake rolls you both over, and his cock slips free as he pulls you against him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, bringing a hand up to your cheek.

“I’m perfect, thank you,” you say look up at him. He smiles at you and tosses the bed sheet and covers over you both. He buries his face in your neck and you start to fall asleep. Your body is more relaxed than it’s ever been.

“Get some sleep,” he tells you, “because we aren’t leaving this bed at all tomorrow.”

You giggle against his chest and allow for the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

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lokisbiiiitch1993 · 9 months

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Imagine Loki waiting for you to come to Bed + Naughty Reader Nsfw Headcanons

Not for Minors 🚫🔞

You just finished taking a shower 🚿

dried yourself off and wrapped a Bath towel around your Body

brushed your teeth and used a Deodorant

feeling clean and refreshed you went to your shared Bedroom with Loki

He looks soo handsome and peaceful you thought

Suddenly you had a naughty thought

Lokiiii look you said - opening your Bath towel to give him the perfect View of your naked Body - with a grin

Letting the towel fall to the ground you climbed on Top of him and kissed him

He smirked

Switching Positions - now you're on your back and Loki on Top

He makes his Nightwear disappear

Kissing you hard

Touching your Boobs - massaging them

A moment later his Hand traveled south - direct without detour - putting two fingers in

Already, so wet for me Darling?

He stated

For you,always - you answered aroused

You pulled his face down to kiss him again

Begging him for more, telling him you need him inside of you , please

Granting your wish he Insert his Manhood slowly

Feeling every inch of it

Making you moan

He starts moving - deeper and deeper - faster and faster

You are getting desperate with every thrust

Hearing him groan

Suddenly Loki takes your legs and puts them over his Shoulder - making you feel him even deeper

You start to moan heavier

Gripping the sheets you feel your Orgasm fast approaching - making your legs tremble

a moment later he came too

You felt his warmth dripping out of you

He pulled out and lay down next to you

Taking you in his Arms -cuddling - you kissed Loki's Cheek and feel asleep soon after

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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Take ur time ofc!! And hope ur doin ok!! BUT PLEASE CAN WE GET ANOTHER PART OF THE DIRTY FIC, IM BARKIN OVER IT /POS

I got you! Also, this was my first One Piece ask, so thank you!

OP Perv!Usopp x Reader 🍋 - Filthy

Summary: You get a suspicion that it's not Nami that's been stealing your clothes, and you catch the real culprit red handed.

Warning: Bath sex, fingering, NSFW, MDNI, fem!Reader, perv!Usopp, switch!Usopp, porn with plot, petty/bitchy Nami, slight bodyshaming, soft dom!Usopp, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, very long, nasty language, teasing, fem!reader, petnames

Note: I used the diagrams of the Sunny as a reference for this fic and the previous one, which maps the bathroom out as a small room with just a toilet and sink, and a door that leads to a separate washroom. From what I could tell, the washroom is pretty much a one pool bathhouse, with a corner you shower in, so I wrote this with that in mind!

"Damnit, Nami..." you grumbled, sorting through your dresser, the clothes on your body caked with mud. The crew had docked on a small island, and since the town didn't offer any entertainment, Luffy decided everyone would rest on the beach. Suffice to say, being forcefully involved in a mud fight was not your idea of rest.

Rummaging a bit more, you growled, not finding any clean underwear. You were irritated to say the least. Nami always stole your clothes almost as soon as your bought them, but this time it was worse, considering Usopp, the sweetheart that he was, had just treated you to a shopping spree on the last island. Now you had nothing to show for it.

"I heard my name?" the woman strolled into the women's bedroom, arms crossed and brow cocked in an accusing manner.

"Yeah, 'cuz I said it." you snarled, glancing over your shoulder.

"And what's got your panties in a twist? Are you still mad that Luffy pegged you in the head with a ball of mud?" She snickered, laying down on her bunk with her arms crossed behind her head.

"No, I'm not!" you glared at her, before going back to your search. "And it's kinda hard to have my panties in a twist when you steal all my damn clothes!"

"What?!" she gasped, darting up with fists balled. "I do NOT steal your tacky ass clothes!"

"Oh, so what? It was Robin then?" You pressed sarcastically.

"Doubt it," she responded with a huff. "She couldn't even use your tiny bras as pasties."

"Nami!" you shouted, blushing from embarrassment and crossing your chest. "My boobs aren't small!" You shook your head, dismissing her judgement. "Wait, so if you're really not taking my stuff, who is?"

"I dunno," she sighed, reaching for a file and lazily buzzing her nails. "Maybe ask that idiot we call a sniper, he's so obsessed with you, it wouldn't surprise me if he stole your panties and hung them up on the wall."

"Don't say things like that," you scolded lightly, face still as heated. "You know I like him, that's not funny."

"It wasn't a joke." she corrected. "It's literally so obvious."

"I don't see how." you pouted, not trusting her one bit. You sighed, prying your soaked shirt away from yourself. "It's not as much the stealing that's my main issue right now, it's that I don't have anything clean to change into."

Nami rolled her eyes, tossing her hand in the direction of her dresser, using her file as a pointer. "Tell you what, as a show of good faith, you can borrow something of mine. Just nothing nice."

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Guilt began to wither away your insides as you trudged to the bathroom. You couldn't help but feel bad for accusing Nami of stealing your things, especially now that she was loaning you hers. You were very thankful for the gesture though.

Entering the bathroom, you set your things down on the closed toilet lid, before taking your hairbrush out of your hygiene bag and running it through your hair. You followed up with brushing your teeth, and you were finally ready you shed all this filth. With a heavy sighed you peeled your clothes away, tossing them into the hamper, before quietly opening the door to the washroom. You'd heard a bit of splashing and didn't want to startle whoever was enjoying a bath.

The person in question was mostly submerged in the steaming bathwater, facing away from your, but judging from the mess of jet coils that spilled onto the the steps of the tub, you could only guess it was one of two people, and you knew for a fact that Brook was on deck. "Oh, hello, Usopp." you chirped, smiling sweetly, and clutching the knot on your towel.

He jumped upon hearing his name, hot water splashing all around him as he glanced back timidly. "O-Oh, uh- hi, (Y/N)!"

"Do you mind if I join you?" you asked bashfully. "If so, I can just take a shower, I won't mind."

"You...want to take a bath with me?" Usopp's mind was racing, brain unable to contain all the naughty possibilities that could come of this.

"It is a community tub," you reminded him with an airy giggle. "But if you want it all to yourself, I completely understand! It is a nice tub."

"I want you-" he breathed, mouth hanging a bit. "T-To bathe with me, I mean. Shit, uh- no. I don't mind at all, please, help yourself." His hands trembled just below the water. He was always the worst at playing cool when under pressure.

"Thank you," you snickered. "Look away while I get in." You didn't have to ask, he hadn't been able to look at you properly since the moment he'd laid eyes on you in that towel, and he didn't think his heart could handle seeing you fully nude. Shedding your towel, you slipped down into the water, several feet away from him for the comfort of both of you. Once you were sure you were fully submerged, you sighed with delight as the heat in the water did wonders for your aching muscles. "Ahhh..." you sighed dreamily, filling your palms with it and smoothing it into your dirty hair. "That's so nice..."

He laughed nervously, peering over at you before instantly snapping his head away, seeing your arms raised above you, bliss coating your face. "Y-Yeah, it's super hot, I just ran the water a few minutes ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry! You hardly got any time to relax before I intruded." you apologized shyly.

"No, don't be sorry. I like your company." he confessed, his cheeks aglow, although barely visible passed his caramel skin tone. "Besides, I'm sure you wanted to get away from Luffy just as bad as I did, so I don't mind you hiding out with me."

As you massaged product into your hair, you couldn't help but beam at his sudden change in demeanor. This was the Usopp you adored, the sweet, fun guy that you loved talking with. It was almost jarring to see how nervous he tended to get, as opposed to how he acted around you most times. "I like that we can do things like this," you admitted, showing him your sweetest smile. "I'm always so comfortable with you, Usopp."

"R-Really?" he asked, chuckling nervously and itching his nape. "Ditto."

"I just really trust you, ya know? You just always seem to radiate this sense of security to me. Is that weird?" You asked, scooting towards him, if only by an inch or two, before dunking your head to rinse your hair.

Usopp began to sweat, from more than just the steam rising off the pool. There was no reason at all that you should trust him, nor be comfortable with him. He was a panty sniffing creep. Speaking of which, he held his thighs cemented to the step he sat on, praying to God that the special pair he'd been enjoying before you came in would stay buried beneath him. "I'm so glad you feel safe with me." he replied halfheartedly.

You couldn't place your finger on the reason, but something about the moment felt so much more perfect than other ones you'd had, where the opportunity to confess had presented itself. "Uhm, Usopp, there's actually something I've been meaning to tell you..." you trailed, floating over to sit right beside him now. He internally panicked at your closeness, and the possibility of your hand or thigh brushing your submerged garments.

"O-oh, yeah? What's that?" While he waited for your big secret to reveal itself, he watched your cheeks take on an inflamed hue, eyes drawing wide as dinner plates. His worst fears became realized as a piece of pink lace drifted into his peripheral, floating between the two of you as an ice breaker.

"Oh my God, Nami was right!" you squeaked, snatching the underwear out of the water and inspecting them. "It was you all along!"

Usopp's heart raced as he struggled to find a reason for having them that wouldn't incriminate him, ultimately deciding on simply playing dumb. "W-Whoa, how did those get in here?" he laughed nervously, instinctually scooting away, until he hit the corner of the pool.

"Usopp..." you growled angrily. "You've been stealing my clothes, haven't you!"

"W-Wait? No, of course not!" he sputtered, raising his hands in defense. "Why would I steal the clothes I bought you?!"

You stopped and thought for a moment, contemplating over his alibi, before coming to an infuriating realization. "You sicko!" you shrieked. "You've only been picking out clothes that you like to take, haven't you!? All the lacy panties and matching bras, the skimpy string bikinis, all the short skirts and crop tops- you've been dressing me up like your own personal doll!"

"I thought you liked those!" he defended, shrinking as drew near. "I-I swear, I thought that's what you liked to wear!"

"Yeah," you grumbled. "I liked wearing them because I thought that's what you wanted me to wear!" You expression fell from anger to sadness as you backed away from him and sat facing your lap. "I just wanted you to think I was pretty. I thought that...if I let you pick my clothes, maybe you'd find me more appealing."

Usopp could feel his cheeks and ears heat up with your revelation and he guiltily swam towards you, pressing a comforting hand to your shoulder. (Y/N), I do think you're pretty. That's not the problem."

You glanced up at him through your lashes, sniffling. "I know I'm not as well endowed as the other girls but-"

"No, I don't care about all that, you're perfect." He confessed shamefully. "I'm the problem." Your stare bored holes into his head as he struggled to continue, knowing that you were waiting for him to elaborate. "I guess I've just liked you and wanted you for so long...I forgot to see you as a person and not as..."

"A doll?" you asked, looking up at him as he did the same.

"More or less," he confirmed. "I-I'm so sorry."

"Well," you began cautiously. "I can't say I didn't enjoy dressing up for you..."

"R-Really?" he stuttered, fully turning to you now, humbled by the vision of you leaning into his personal space with wanting eyes.

You nodded with a seductive smile. "had you asked, I might have even entertained the idea of modeling some outfits for you...privately." Usopp swallowed a hard lump as he watched you slowly rise from the hot water and inch closer. "I wonder what you did with my panties," you thought aloud. "Why don't you tell me?"

"I-I," he started, stopping short, eyes glued to your body as it slowly exposed itself. "I uh- jerked off with them?" he answered carefully, scared that this was some sort of trap. You shuddered at his reply, caressing your delicate hands along your sides.

"Did you cum all over my panties, Usopp?" You purred in his ear, leaning in close enough to touch him. He nodded shyly to your delight. "What were you doing before I came in here?"

"I think you know..." he murmured, humilated by your teasing.

"But I wanna hear you say it." you admitted, arms snaking around his neck, and legs dangerously close to straddling his lap. "Pretty please?"

"J-jerking off..." he breathed shakily. "With your panties."

"That's a good boy," you cooed, finally settling on his lap, your bare sex snug with his as your thighs provided him with excellent friction. His breath hitched in his throat as you grinded on him, his knuckles whitening from his grip on the step he sat on. "Don't you want to touch me, Usopp?"

"I-I do, more than anything," he sighed, throwing his head back a bit before raising it again. "But I shouldn't. This is a bad idea."

"How do you figure?" you wondered, 'accidentally' weighting yourself to put even more pressure on his throbbing cock.

"W-We can't do this and still be friends after," he rationalized breathlessly. "I-It'll be weird."

"Who said I want to be friends with you after this?" you giggled. "You're mine now. It's only fair considering how much hell you put me through." you smiled down at him, cupping his cheeks with one hand, making them squish. "Besides, I like it when things get weird." You leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, trailing down his cheek, and then to his neck, where you stayed, peppering his throat with sweetness, pattern interrupted by the occasional harsh bite. You reveled in the lovely sounds he made for you, before ceasing your ministrations, so suddenly, he was still huffing from the ghost of your touch after it was gone. "That is of course, unless you don't want to be mine, in which case-"

"N-No!" he whined pitifully, interrupting you. "P-Please, I'll be good. I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had! I-Ill buy you more clothes, and take you out on dates, and whatever else you ask!" his words spilled out even more desperately than he intended them to, which embarrassed him greatly. "J-Just please, I want to be yours, so fucking bad."

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable groveling. "Awe, you want to be my little boyfriend?" you cooed, caressing his cheeks.

"Yes, more than anything..."

"Good boy," you praised, finally pressing your lips to his, while sensually rolling your hips against his. You loved the way he groaned into your mouth as you taught him how you liked to be kissed, sliding your tongue against his. He was new to this, and you adored that, taking the task of teaching him how things were done as a high honor. "Touch me, baby." You breathed against his lips, guiding his shaking hands to your flesh, and pressing them against you. He held perfectly still wherever you decided to place him, terrified to make a wrong move and have you leave him unattended.

With a little coaching, you were finally able to convince him to squeeze the fat of your hips, if only slightly. "That's it, baby. Doing so good." you eased, coercing him into exploring your skin like an uncharted island. You shuddered under his touch as his pads delicately grazed your nerve endings, reveling in the feeling of being in his arms, and all of your most sensitive parts just within reach of him.

"Can I-?" Usopp tried, parting from you with bated breath as his knuckle caressed the underside of your breast, his mind plagued by thoughts of all the perverted things he'd do to them if granted permission.

"Whatever you want, sweet boy. I'm all yours." you soothed, smiling down at him lovingly. "You don't have to be so nervous."

"I-I know," he sighed shakily. "I've just- I've never...done anything like this, ya know? I don't want to mess up."

"Well, I happen to know that you're a pretty hands-on learner," you giggled, rising against his chest a bit to tease him. "So how about you do what feels right and if I need to, I'll correct you? Think of it as..." you paused for a moment to find something he was good at to compare this moment to, tapping your finger on your chin. "Think of it as tinkering. Taking things apart, putting them back together," as you spoke, you hand snaked down to palm his erection, before taking hold of it and rubbing it against your entrance. "Figuring out what goes where, what things do."

After the inhalation of a sharp breath, for confidence, one of his hands slithered around to the back of your scalp to tangle digits in your wet hair, pulling you into a forceful kiss, while the other enveloped your breast entirely, simply holding it with the tiniest squeeze Usopp could muster. A surprised, but delighted moan escaped you, slipping past your unwilling lips and diminishing against his tongue. It was so jarring how he'd switched from squirming under your words to holding you so tightly, kissing you with such need.

Once he let you withdraw for a breath, you gazed up at him, eyes dripping with lust as you huffed. "Was...that good?" he asked bashfully, now reverting back to his previous demeanor.

"Do that again." you commanded, before squealing with joy as he pulled you back in.

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You whined loudly, drool sliding down your chin as you sat, still in Usopp's lap, this time with your back flush against his chest. Your legs were spread, with one bent and hoisted by the crook in his arm. You offered aid in the form of keeping your other leg at the perfect angle for him, as he sank his middle and index deep inside you. Your arms had long since locked around his neck, anchoring yourself to him as he worked you. You buried your head into his shoulder, your lips dangerously close to his ear, allowing him to listen to all your lewd noises without any other sound taking his attention away. "You sound so pretty, baby." he purred, curling his fingers against you.

The resulting moan embarrassed you, but it was music to his ears. Usopp had always been a quick learner, and it hadn't taken him long at all to realize what made you tick, what areas were the most sensitive, and what moves would numb your mind the fastest. He couldn't help but grin, recalling what you'd said earlier, repeating it for you as you submitted to his ministrations. "What's the matter? Can't handle being taken apart?"

"U-Usopp!" you whimpered, wanting so badly to scold him for making fun of you. It was humiliating how quickly he'd managed to change the dynamic of the moment. He chuckled in response, unhooking his arm and letting your leg fall lax before using his newly freed hand to play with your clit, while the digits of his right fucked you at an even rougher pace.

"What was that, baby?" he cooed, a cocky smirk spreading across his features. "Spit it out."

"B-Be nice..." you begged breathlessly, resting against him. "Please."

"Poor thing," he sighed, letting his pace slow to a near stop. "I'm sorry, baby, how can I make it up?" You struggled to catch your breath as his fingers slipped out of you. Though you couldn't see it, Usopp eagerly brought them to his lips, before sucking a bit of your essence off his previously clean skin. "Taste so good. I wonder if it tastes the same straight from the source?" His words stewed in your mind for a moment while his hand explored you further, action lulling as he allowed you decide what you'd have him do next.

"Can you..." you muttered, and overwhelming shyness taking over before you had the chance to finish. You buried your face in your shoulder before eagerly mumbling the rest.

"What is it, baby? Tell me what you want." he coaxed, one of his calloused hands reaching up to cup your breast, and the other sinking down to spread you out against the steaming water. "Whatever you want, sweet girl." he repeated your previous encouragements, adding to your humiliation. "I'm all yours."

"C-Can you please...eat me out?" you begged, peering up at him with a single pleading eye.

"I thought you'd never ask." he beamed, grabbing your sides and lifting you out of the water entirely, and setting you down on the top step. "C'mere."

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Tears had long since began to roll down your as you laid out on your back, palms bolted over your mouth in a half assed attempt to stifle some of your cries. Still in the tub, in the same spot he'd always been, was Usopp, ensnared in the most heavenly spot- between your legs. Ever great once in awhile, you'd mustered the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows to catch a glimpse of him, but every time, his eyes would dart up to yours, your tingling flesh still in his mouth, and he'd utter the most guttural moan, brows knitting together. A part of you knew it was fake, but the arousal it gave you was far too intense for you to car.

After first, his skills were lackluster to say the least; shy and unsure. But you should have know he'd catch on quickly. Soon he was in sync with you, listening to your reactions to certain moves as if he were cracking a safe. If nothing else, Usopp was observant.

You groveled at the way he peppered kisses all around your thighs and labia, before so delicately spreading it with a slow, downward lick. Your skin felt like static as your hairs stood on end, and your lips let go of the most pathetic sound he'd ever heard.

Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure what work went into the female orgasm, or how he'd know if you were having one, but he didn't' suppose it mattered. He wanted to be in this position as long as you'd let him; he was honestly doing it for himself more than you, so if he couldn't get you there this way, he'd would have been just as happy being your toy in any other way until he did.

By now, his name was just a ghost on your lips, as you were no longer able to form coherent sentences. Despite this, you still tried to call out to him. "'Sopp..."

With a final sloppy kiss to your sex, his head rose to meet your gaze, only to find you staring back at his with a tear stained face. You were overall a pitiful sight. "You okay, baby?" he soothed, reaching up to rub comforting circles on your tummy.

"C-Can't take it anymore..." you whined, sniffling as emotion over took you. Usopp immediately panicked.

"Oh God, did you want me to stop?" he stammered, terrified over the possibility of you, at some point revoking consent, and him not hearing. "I'm so sorry, here let me get you a towel-"

"Usopp...?" you interupted his worrying for finding something to cover you with by reaching out to him.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I need you to fuck me." you begged, putting on your most confident voice, which in reality, was just a touch above the whining mess you were a moment earlier. "Want you to cum with me."

It took him a moment to process your request, and for the butterflies to clear out of his stomach before he wordlessly approached you. When he was close enough, he gently grabbed your hips and moved you a bit further way from the tub's edge, before sinking down to his knees. Still silent and focused, his strong hands grabbed your ankles to toss your legs over his shoulders and he lined himself up.

"I need you to tell me you really want this." he finally breathed. "I'm totally fine with stopping if this isn't what you want."

You stared up at him through glossy, wanting eyes, thinking his offer over. Though you weren't a virgin, it had been quite a while since you'd had sex, and you were a little nervous, but the aching in your abdomen told gave you your answer. You needed him. "I-I do."

Dark and cloudy eyes studied you skeptically, not fully believing that you were confident in your reply. "Are you sure?" His continuous double-checking aggravated you, as your fists balled in frustration.

"Usopp, please just fuck me already!"

Without another word, or hesitation, he spat into his palm and smoothed it against you, before slowly easing in. You hissed as he stretched you out, eagerly waiting for the agony to melt into pleasure. Usopp took notice of your discomfort almost instantly. "You okay, baby?" You quickly nodded in response, fearing that if you told him it hurt, he would retract. Unbeknownst to you however, he knew. He wasn't entirely ignorant to how sex worked, he knew it could be uncomfortable. In an effort to comfort you while you adjusted, he held perfectly still, peppering kisses all over your face and whispering sweet nothings to get you through. "Doing so good baby, it's okay. Promise I'm gonna take real good care of you."

You shuddered with eyes screwed shut, concentrating on all your senses, in an effort to quail the pain. You inhaled his natural scent, and reached up your fingers to delicately tangle into his coils, as a means of grounding yourself. Once your mind was calmer, you began to feel an emptiness that only he could fill, the agony slowly diminishing. "I-I'm ready." you whispered, lashes fluttering apart, allowing you to gaze up at him, only to find him already staring back, a loving sick glaze coating his chocolatey eyes.

Usopp held you firmly by the hips as he eased himself out, ever so slightly, and then back in fully, his pelvis flush with yours. He held you this way for a moment before repeating cautiously. From the way he treated you, had you been in the state of mind to notice, you would've thought he may have been afraid to hold you with anything but the utmost care. If not, you might break into a million pieces, like the porcelain doll that you were to him. Though he knew better, from the many times he'd seen you hold your own against an enemy whom you had no business squaring up to, in Usopp's eyes- especially now, you were dainty and fragile. No thing that was more than that could possibly be so vulnerable under his ministrations.

He studied your every breath, deciphering it as if it were an ancient rune. Was that labored breath an indicator of your discomfort, or a stifled whimper? All he could do was promise himself that you stop him, should you become uncomfortable, or that the signs would be obvious and he'd catch on quickly. He hadn't noticed it, though his intense focus, but his pace had lulled to a near stop, and you'd begun to worry that he wasn't deriving near as much enjoyment from this as you were. "Usopp...?"

"Yes, baby?" he asked sweetly, trying his best to mask his fear of you asking him to stop.

"Are you okay?" you checked, still bashful from the sensation of being full of him, even if he was deadly still.

"Yeah," he breathed back. "Guess I'm just a little nervous. I just don't want to hurt you."

Your worried expression softened into a gentle smile. "You won't," you reassured. "I can handle a lot." It took him a moment to truly understand what you meant, after which, inflammation spread across his cheeks and ears. "You don't have to be so soft, ya know?" He wordlessly acknowledged what you'd said, leaning down to peck your lips, pressing himself deeper inside you in the process. You get go of a guttural sigh, instantly tossing your head back, breaking away from his lips.

Confidence renewed, Usopp tried to replicate whatever he'd just down, pumping in and out of you at a more steady speed than before. This new sensation overwhelmed you, in the best of ways. You face tingled and your brows knitted together subconsciously as you whined for him with heavy breathing. "You like that, baby?" he huffed, also finding this new pleasure to be putting him under a spell. You nodded nonverbally, your vocal chords busy with singing your pitiful songs. "Tell me 'bout it, baby." he urged as he pace naturally progressed, almost too smoothly for either of your to notice.

"Love it, 'Sopp." you sighed. "Feels so fucking good."

Lost in the moment, he growled at your praises. "God, I love it when you say my name." he confessed, having trouble resisting the urge to pound you into the tile. "Sounds so fucking pretty."

"Usopp," you moaned, a bit more dramatically then you needed to, hoping to tease him with what little control you had. Obviously from the way his mocha orbs darkened, it was effective as his hands abandoned the dough of your hips to find yours, fingers intimately interlocking. He held you pinned to the slippery floor of the washroom as his thrusts became more impactful, maintaining the same painfully steady pace. "Faster baby, please." you sighed, desperate to feel him fully take you with all his force.

'"Not if you're gonna tease me," he chuckled breathlessly. "If you won't be good, you'll have to earn it." This humiliation was bliss as you writhed under his high self esteem, only feeding into it more. Suddenly, he halted, pausing his movements all together, creating an almost agonizing disappointment between your legs. "Show me how good you can be," he cooed. "Fuck yourself on my cock, baby girl." You mewled at his words and the chills they sent down your spine as your struggled to horizontally pleasure yourself against him, getting nearly no results. "Need some help?" he condescended, grinning down at you. You nodded shyly, tossing your head to the side to save yourself a sliver of dignity. "Just tell me you'll be good and I'll finish you off." he reassured, looming over you, while running a calloused palm down your stomach.

"P-please fuck me, Usopp." you stammered, barely audibly. "I'll be good, I promise."

"That's what I like to hear." he laughed, his free hand once again clasping yours as he went in with nearly all the speed he could muster, reducing your brain to mush. Usopp smiled lovingly down at you when he noticed your state, drool dribbling down the side of your cheek and eyes rolled back. You looked so cute like this, he wished he could take a picture. Perhaps another time.

Your body had already taken far too much damage for you to hold out much longer, and shortly after he'd begun again, you could feel particularly strong waves crashing on your shores. You yearned so badly to be able to glance up at him, and looking into his eyes when you inevitably came undone, but your ability to pry your eyes open had long since been revoked. If you had been able to see him, however, you would have reveled in the sight of him, falling apart at the seams, shallow, labored breaths falling over kiss swollen lips. His head was dipped in exhaustion, all his stamina reserved in his hips, and none left to maintain any resemblance of posture. Your name spilled out of him in the form of ghostly praises and curses as his brows knitted together as his expression came to mirror his one from earlier, submissive and needed.

"Fuck," he whined. "Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum," he chanted, as if he could will himself of come down from his impending high. He had no concept of how long the two of you had been together, but there was no way he could allow this to end yet.

Your skin felt like static as you listened to his lewd prayers, and a terrible idea popped into your head. If he wasn't going to fill you up on his own accord, you'd just have to milk it out of him. Still huffing, with barely any energy left, and with your own orgasm mere moments away, you clenched your walls around his cock, adoring the sounds he choked out as a result. "Stop it," he moaned. "You're gonna- ah damnit." he tried, only to have you repeat your actions, finally giving way to the results you wanted.

Usopp came to a pitiful end, all the confidence he'd once held for pinning you stripped away with the loveliest sting of curses you'd ever heard with your name being final bead. As his precision faltered, the sensation of his essence dripping out of you, coupled with the last few sloppy thrusts he could muster did you in, and you screamed out for him, his name echoing off the tiled walls.

Your lover collapsed against you, struggling to find his breath after achieving his first climax with a partner as he collected you in his arms, clinging to whatever plush bits of you his fingers could find. "That was...mind blowing." he admitted. "You were- just perfect."

You giggled sleepily, freeing a hand from his vice of an embrace to tangle into his hair, scratching his scalp lovingly. "Thank you. You weren't too bad yourself, for a rookie."

"Yeah well," he chuckled, his voice cracked from over use and exhaustion. "You bet your sweet ass we're gonna be doin' a lot of practicing from now on."

Note: I don't think a single fic has taken me longer to write (when I was continuously working on it). This has taken me about 8 hours across four days to complete, and I'm so proud of it! I know so many people asked for this and I was glad to oblige. Please like, reblog, and reply! I read all of your replies and reblog notes and they always absolutely make my day!

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