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dungeonpuppykai · 3 months

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Hey lovely, I just want to say I love your bucky fics and especially dark bucky fics, it just hits the spot and it's so good so keep up the great work love. Now i'm not sure if you're still taking requests if so could you please do one of reader wearing absolutely nothing but bucky's army dog tag and him seeing reader like this makes him go feral.

And if you don't want to that's perfectly fine and i hope you have a great day/night and keep up the great work love 💕

Thank you so much! I am so happy that you like them and I know it's been a hot minute but the way this ask short circuited my brain omg!!!

Warning(s): Dark!Bucky, stockholm syndrome, sir kink, use of makeshift leash, choking, rough p-in-v, power imbalance, m!dom, f!sub, puppy kink, humping, dumbification, cock riding, mention of somnophilia. Browse at your own discretion. Contains dark and mature 18+ content. Minors do not interact.

Bucky was honestly skeptical at first.

As you were still getting used to your new home he knew better than to fully trust you.

But you were just so fucking irresistible and adorable.

Sometimes he didn't know just what to do with you.

"Just trust me, sir!" Your tone was determined but demeanor shy when you had hurriedly pecked his lips and scurried off into the walk-in wardrobe after prying his hands off you.

The night was quite silver with the moon on full display, the inside of your room dimly lit as Bucky took a swig of his chilled after dinner beer.

When you took longer than was comfortable for him doing whatever it was that you were doing, he called out to you.

"Puppy? What's taking so–"

The older man's voice locked in his throat and he had to do a double take when you did appear.

Your cheeks were a bright red as you nibbled on your bottom lip, hips swaying but posture stiff as you came into his view.

Bucky's hand reached for his neck in realization when he noticed the article– the only article on your otherwise nude body.

You sneaky little thing.

He had been so busy and stressed because of his recent mission that he hadn't noticed when you had slipped his dog tags off him.

A small smirk made its way on his face as he felt his cock harden instantly, feeling his head spin a little at the seductive way you leaned against the doorframe of the wardrobe, toying with the chain in as much a sexy manner as you could muster.

Just like that, Bucky made his resolve.

Even if you had been sneaky (and he would definitely have to do something about it to nip it in the bud), it had been to give him a show.

And who was Bucky to refuse you finally coming around and doing something out of your own free will.

Or, at least, as free as it could get given your rather coercive circumstances.

"Come here, puppy" his voice was dark and strained as he held back pouncing on you with all the force in his body and crushing you with the violent passion that was surging like electric currents within his being right now.

He always held back on you for he knew you were far too fragile to take his raw might.

"Y- Yes sir…" You obediently answered like you had been trained to do so as you made your way to your captor and owner.

Bucky bit his lip as he sipped on his drink again, reaching out towards you before he twirled the dog tags around the index finger of his metal arm and gently pulled you in, resuming his earlier position on the bed.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your lips brushed against his. He had brought you in until you were bending over his form. Your heart was starting to thrum.

Excitement. Anxiety. Need.

"Puppy, you naughty, naughty fucking thing" Bucky rasped after making out with you a little.

The older man didn't speak before he pressed his lips onto yours and when he transferred the beer in his mouth to yours, you knew why he hadn't praised you yet.

The drink burnt its way down your throat.

Your nose scrunched a bit at the strong taste of his beer.

You weren't really allowed any adult beverages so they were almost foreign to your taste buds at this point.

"N- Need you, sir~" you were becoming more and more hormonal by the day and the man wasn't complaining.

"Is that why you put up this cute little show, huh? To seduce sir into playing with that sweet little pussy that's always so needy for him?" You couldn't help but lower your head and nod sheepishly, blushing under his dark and hungry gaze. "Aren't you becoming a cute little horndog?"

He couldn't help but smirk at the way you whined under your breath, both aroused and embarrassed.

"Aw, you don't like that, puppy?" He gently tugged at the makeshift leash. "Don't want sir to tease you?" You softly pouted as you shook your head and avoided his gaze. "Awww…" Now his hand wrapped around the rest of the chain and he jerked your head closer. "Then what do you want, puppy?"

"Y- You, sir…" You shyly looked up at him through your lashes although just for a second. "Want– need you… so, so bad."

"How bad, puppy?"

"Very bad, sir…"

He loosened up his grip but didn't let go of the silver chain.

"Get on up here and show me." You didn't need to be told twice.

"Yes sir!" You were eager as you scrambled onto his built thighs, whimpering out a shaky moan when your wet sex exposed itself due to your position and grazed against the material of his pants. "Oh…" A sound too vile for your personal comfort escaped you as you settled yourself on his lap, the upper half of your body being forced to bend towards him due to his hold on the chain.

"You like that, my little baby puppy?" Your mouth was agape as you could only nod, your own thighs trembling as you begin to slowly rub yourself against the grainy fabric of Bucky's pants.

"Love that, sir. Love it so much…" Your hand shakily grasped his metal one that was holding the chain for support, hips increasing their speed with this newfound stability and balance.

"Good puppy… good girl… good fucking girl" Bucky praised as he wrapped his hand around the chain once more, toying with one of your boobs with his other hand. "That's it, babygirl. Just like that… rub that slutty pussy all over my jeans like the desperate little toy that you are."

Fuck, he was too good with his soft, breathy praises as he stared up at you, mouth agape.

Your heavy breaths were restricted next and you could cum right there and then. As the oxygen slowly dissipated from your lungs, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and back arched when he suddenly twisted one of your nipples, eliciting a loud squeak from you.

When he finally let go of your windpipe and eased his hold on the chain, you whined upon coming to your senses when you realized that he'd lifted you off his lap.

You needed him so bad.

He was way too good at fucking you.

Though Bucky quickly shut you up with a wet kiss as he lowered you onto his cock next, remaining his hold on the dog tags all the while.

Your hands were removed from his bicep and metal arm and bound behind your back with his free hand that wasn't guiding you with your makeshift leash.

Bucky loved to restrain you; there was just something so hot seeing you tied up completely helpless at his mercy.

"That's right, fuck yourself on my cock. You look so fucking pretty when you're all dumbed out like a silly little puppy slut up on my cock…" His words had you clenching as you rocked your hips, moaning as loud as you could, shame forgotten and disposed of.

"P- Please…" You begged, too weak and sensitive to increase your pace but in desperate need to do so. "Please, sir… please… Need you… so bad… please…" Bucky tightened the chain one more time, this time not letting go until your flushed face had turned red, veins bulging out against the skin of your temples. "Th- Thank you, sir…" You whispered out like you'd been taught to do so. You were so close. Your head was about to split with emotion and anticipation of what was coming. "... L- Love you so much…" The man froze for a few moments.

He had not taught you that yet.

As oxygen was allowed back in to your brain, you almost halted when you realized that Bucky was quietly staring up at you now and had let go of both the chain as well as your hands.

Your brows furrowed, since you hadn't even realized what you had just confessed. "W- What's–"

But the man beat you to it.

Before you could ponder over it and possibly change your mind.

Bucky had tackled you onto your back.

The movement caused his thick cock to bang all the way inside your cavern, causing stars to appear in your vision.

"I love you more, puppy." Trapping both your hands above your head like he had done you -mind and body-, he resumed his hold on the dog tags and began pounding into you like an actual animal.

You best believe he did not stop for the rest of the night.

So what if you passed out a couple times?

You loved him, so he was sure you didn't mind.

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hollowdeath · 4 months

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some personal n s f w headcanons about harry <3

CW: fem!reader, mentions of rough/aggressive sex, breeding, & public sex

switch. literally the definition of a switch. some days he's completely stressed out and can't seem to catch a break so he takes it out on you. needy, sloppy, rushed kisses leading to aggressive groping and clothes coming off, sometimes ripped off, before roughly using you for his own pleasure. other days he's completely overwhelmed with his responsibilities and just needs to be taken care of. puppy dog eyes and shy gestures leading to soft kisses, breathy moans, and dry humping. harry begging "please, please touch me, need you so bad", whining, pleading, just so so needy and soft with you. loves when you're on top. secretly kinky: being choked, being tied up, anything to give you the control.

oral fixation. i mean, i think we can all agree that harry loves, and i mean loves, eating pussy. you might have to beg him to stop due to the overstimulation, otherwise he would be there for hours if you let him. from soft, firm kisses down your stomach to eager, loving bites on your thighs to full on making out with your pussy, he quite literally lives for the experience. and dont even get him started on face sitting...the way you look down at him and use his mouth for your own pleasure could easily send him over the edge multiple times.

breeding kink!!! this boy loves nothing more than the risk of finishing inside you, it just makes it that much more enjoyable. of course the physical sensation itself feels incredible on its own, but the intimacy it creates between the two of you is what makes it so, so hot. the trust you have in each other makes you only more attracted to the other. whether it's you begging for it or harry telling you to "take it, baby, you take me so well", its almost an unspoken agreement that it's the preferred way to finish things off for both of you. he loves stepping back and watching his cum spill out of you, though most of the time it feels so good he just stays inside of you until he catches his breath.

nudes. oh, how he cherishes his collection of dirty photos of you. like i've said before, i think harry would be really into film photography, and that would include taking photos of you in his favorite poses and positions, developing them, and keeping them in a safe place to look at when he misses you. he keeps his favorite one in his wallet; nothing too vulgar, just something sexy for when he needs a smile. sometimes he stops in the middle of foreplay and politely asks for your consent to get his camera and take a picture of you because, "you just look so lovely from right here". he'll spend the next few minutes taking photos, complimenting you between them as he gets all the right angles. "so, so beautiful. just like that. god, you're amazing."

voyeurism. not a lot of people would think harry is into public displays of affection because he's a bit shy and reserved around other people, but that only makes it more tempting for him. he's always trying to subtly touch you whenever he can get away with it. alone in an aisle of a store? he's already grabbing a handful of your ass. waiting for dinner in a crowded restaurant? his hand's halfway up your skirt. nobody's around in the forbidden forest? he's sure the creatures in there would love to see you put on a show for him. he just can't help himself sometimes, something about letting everyone know that you're his girl and that he isn't afraid of showing them really gets him going.

dirty talk. harry seems like the type of guy to talk you through it, if you know what i mean. he really takes pride in his ability to make you cum just from his words. he knows exactly what turns you on, whether its praise or degradation, and uses it to his advantage often. from "you look so pretty taking me so well, sweetheart" to "just take it like a good little slut" real quick. LOVES nicknames and titles in bed; absolutely loses his mind if you reply "yes, sir" to anything he says. again, he's a switch, so he loves when you take control and talk dirty with him too. he has a particularly soft spot for being praised because all he wants is to be a good boy for you.

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kangnina · 6 days

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MDNI - Naïve!Jungwon 11 - Now Playing Secrets by Monsta X

You talked Jungwon into ditching his glasses and letting you style him for the engineering gala. “Noona, I think you overdid it. People are going to assume I’m a nepo baby playboy not a broke collegiate intern,” he says, assessing his reflection in the window behind your dining table.

“You're welcome, Sexy,” you say, winking at him. Jungwon is not entirely wrong. His dark hair is sleek, a few strands over his forehead. Toned chest peeking out of his black suit jacket and of course his big brown eyes always beautifully shine. It took every fiber of your being not to pull the car over and fuck him on the drive. You're currently still fighting the urge to blow him under the stairwell. When Jungwon first told you he wanted you to come to the gala with him, you thought it would be a bunch of boring old, bald CEOs and their plastic wives, all patting themselves on the back for throwing money around. But it’s actually been a lot of fun, meeting some super smart and influential people your own age. The Future of Engineering. You wander off to go find the restroom. But when you return, you see a petite blonde in a red dress, standing way too close to Jungwon. The way she’s looking at him makes you want to murder her on the spot. Jungwon, on the other hand, looks like he wants to jump out of the window behind him. He’s scanning the crowd, nervously looking for you while she continues to talk to him. It’s obvious your boyfriend needs saving. So you swoop in by his side, wrapping your arm around his arm. Blondie rolls her eyes.

“This is my girlfr–" Jungwon starts but she waves off the introduction.

“I’m sure she loves your thick cock. But does she really love you like I do, Kitten?” she asks.

“What the fuck did you just say bitch?!” you take a step toward her, but Jungwon steps in front of you. You’ve never actually seen him angry before. He crosses his arms, giving Blondie a death glare; venom dripping from his every word.

“Do not ever talk to us again. Or you will regret it. I swear I will make your life a living hell.” She steps back and clutches her chest, feigning shock.

“Ouch, Kitten. That really hurts my feelings,” she smiles, caterwauling at Jungwon.

“I said FUCK OFF.” He raises his voice slightly and even you are a little scared as he takes another step towards her. Her smile drops as she looks between you and Jungwon.

“Fine. He’s all yours, princess. He wouldn’t even fuck me,” she says walking away. “But I loved fucking him.” Blondie winks at Jungwon before disappearing into the crowd. Jungwon squeezes his eyes shut and runs his hands down his face before he turns to look at you regretfully.

“Who the fuck was that Jungwon?!” Your teeth are clenched, fists balled up. Your heart rate is through the roof. Tears are imminent.

“No one important, baby. I swear,” he says softly, reaching out to you.

“Wrong answer. Find a ride back to your dorm. I can’t even look at you right now,” you say before turning and leaving.

🥺🥺🥺🥺

Three days pass before you respond to Jungwon’s texts and calls. Your anger had been replaced with jealousy more than anything. Of course that bitch was trying to piss you off. It was clear that she didn’t like seeing you with Jungwon. But the way she said what she said made you curious about what he wasn’t telling you. He answered your call on the first ring. He was sweaty, glasses askew and out of breath on your doorstep within minutes. You both sit on opposite ends of the couch.

“Who is she?”

“She’s an engineering major like me. She was my mentor. But I assumed she transferred because I hadn’t seen her for months before I met you. We never dated–”

“Jungwon, you didn’t fuck her but she fucked you?” you stare at him. He adjusts his glasses and clears his throat, looking everywhere but at you.

“Mmhmm” he mumbles quietly.

“Jungwon, answer me,” you snap. He closes his eyes and huffs.

“She pegged me. Twice,” he just blurts it all out in one long breath. “She really got off on trying to make me her bitch. Calling me her ‘Kitten.’ I told her I don’t like hookups. But I didn’t want to be her boyfriend either because she’s crazy. Possessive. She got pissed because I wouldn't give her what she wanted. I had to avoid her which was damn near impossible because she was my mentor. I was so stupid. It was a nightmare but then she suddenly disappeared. I was so happy. I never brought it up because I never thought I would see her again. I DO NOT WANT HER NOONA! Please believe me–” he whines.

You hold up your hand to silence him. He looks at you with boba eyes, trying to gauge your reaction to this revelation. So she's been with him in a way that you haven't... yet. You’re imagining Jungwon being dominated by you. Pliant. Soft whimpers as he begs for release. Only you should get to make him your bitch. Your Kitten. You are his bad girl after all. Jungwon can see the wheels turning in your head. He knows your “dirty thoughts” face all too well at this point; the distant look as you bite your lip, a hint of mischievous smirk.

“HEY! Don’t get any crazy ideas!” he reaches over to grab your chin, pulling you back to reality.

“What?” you smile coyly. He narrows his eyes. You let out a sigh. “I know you don’t want her. But you did tell me many have tried.” Jungwon frowns, moving closer to you to hold your hand.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know but I need you to understand that none of it matters. I’m with you now. I only want to focus on us. I want us to be happy,” he kisses your hand.

“I understand, Wonie,” you smile, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Good. But since I’m all yours, you’ll have to protect me. My adorably submissive virgin aura makes older kinky girls want to hunt me down and ruin me,” he cutely tilts head while poking out his bottom lip. You snort.

“Are you really mocking me right now? That’s too accurate. The glasses and the dimples. Big beautiful brown eyes. The cute pouting that you're totally doing right now. IT'S A TRAP. But I guess I have to fuck you and make you cry,” you straddle his lap, grinding against his cock.

“Down girl.” Jungwon smacks your bare thigh, just below your jean shorts. Hard. You yelp and try to rub away the sting.

“Ouch! But when this genre of Jungwon comes out to play, I want him to fuck me so hard, he makes me cry,” you bite your lip and Jungwon raises an eyebrow at you.

“Noona? Baby, do we have to cry?” You laugh but he does not. He sincerely wants to know.

“Are you saying you haven’t ever been fucked so good, it makes you cry?” You ask him, starting to grind on him again. Jungwon pauses to think. Then he smiles. “No but I’ll try anything at least once for you baby.”

Naïve!Jungwon 12

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reputationmunson · 1 year

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Not sure if you're taking requests or not, but if you are can you plz write something about just being with steve, Robin, Nancy, and your boyfriend eddie and eddie just keeps doing things that arent conventionality sexy, but it turns you on none the less and you cant help but jump him right then and there and you keep telling him how sexy he is and the gang tell you guys to get a room and you guys do 👀

honestly, everything eddie does turns me on so this was definitely easy to write. thank you for the request i hope you like it! :)

cw: Smut (18+), afab reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight dom!eddie, drug use, use of y/n (like once or twice), some good ol’ light spanking, reader is insanely feral for eddie

Your boyfriend is driving you absolutely crazy.

Usually it wouldn’t be an issue, but you’re positive your friends wouldn’t approve of you jumping his bones in the middle of Steve’s basement.

Ever since the events of the upside down, you and your friends made an agreement to get together at least once a week and do something fun. Whether it was going to the movies, or bowling, or going out to eat, it didn’t matter because you were all safe and together.

While you loved this new-found tradition, tonight was the most inconvenient night to have a get together. Every little thing Eddie did was turning you on and he was unaware of the effect he was having on you.

You and Eddie had quite literally started your day with a bang before he headed off to his new job down at the garage. While he left you satisfied, he also left you wanting more and with the last minute idea to have a night in at the Harrington household, you didn’t even have time for a quickie.

The strange thing is, he isn’t even doing anything that would be considered sexual which makes it worse. He could give you a wet willy and you’d probably cum on the spot.

Earlier when he opened his beer bottle with his teeth, you literally whimpered instead of giving him a speech on dental safety. Thankfully, it wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear because your friends would definitely make fun of you.

Currently he's sitting on the couch rolling a joint while you sit across from him on the floor.No one else is even paying attention, too caught up in conversation, but you’re watching him like a damn hawk. God, his hands are so fucking sexy.

Watching his fingers work their magic has you in a trance. You can’t help but think of what they feel like when they’re in- “You alright, babe?” Eddie asks before you can finish your thought. “Oh, yeah. I’m great. Just a little tired”

“Lick this for me?” He asks and your eyes widen. Eddie chuckles. “The paper, ya perv.

“Oh, right” Everytime Eddie rolled a joint, you licked the paper for him. You weren’t sure why, but it was a cute thing the two of you always did.

You lean forward and licked the paper while making eye contact. It took everything in you not to wrap your lips around his thumb and suck. Once you’re done, you sit back down on the floor and he sets the joint on the coffee table. “Thanks, baby. I’m gonna go get you a glass of water for when we smoke” Fuck, he’s so considerate you could just suck the soul right out of his body.

Once Eddie’s upstairs, you decide that he probably needs help and you’d hate to be a bad girlfriend.

“I’ll be right back” You say to your friends and sprint up the stairs.

When you walk in the kitchen, his back is facing you and he’s unaware you’re in the room. Eddie is rummaging through cabinets and humming a song while bobbing his head. You love seeing him lost in his own world.

Not wanting to keep your hands off of him any longer, you walk over to him and hug him from behind, giving him a squeeze.

“Steve, how many times do I have to tell you I have a girlfriend?” He jokes. You laugh and bury your face into his back and breathe in his scent. You move your hands under his shirt and he covers your hands with his own.

After standing there for a couple of minutes, Eddie turns around to face you and wraps his arms around you. “What’s got you all lovey dovey?” He asks, rubbing your back. “Just missed you” You put your hands behind his neck and play with his hair. “Well we can’t have that” Eddie leans down to kiss you.

The kiss is slow and passionate, but you need more. Your tongue slides across his bottom lip and he opens his mouth. Both of your tongues move together in harmony. His hands slide down to the back of your thighs. You know this means he wants you to jump and wrap your legs around him, so you oblige.

Eddie sets you on the counter and the kiss grows more intense. You feel a sense of relief and your body starts to go limp as you relax. You’re finally getting what you’ve been waiting for all day.

“Munson, y/l, you two better not be fucking in my kitchen.” You hear Steve shout from the top of the basement stairs.

“Guess we should get back down there” Eddie sighs and gives you a peck. You hop off the counter and head down to the basement hand in hand.

“How nice of you nymphomaniacs to finally join us.” Steve comments when you reach the bottom of the stairs. “If you missed me that much, Steve, just be honest” Eddie replies, making everyone giggle. “Yeah, you’d like that. We smokin’ or what?”

Robin, Steve, and Nancy all sit on the couch and you and Eddie share the oversized bean bag chair.

“M’lady, do me the honors of the first hit?” Eddie holds the joint to your lips and you inhale. Smoke fills your lungs and you immediately feel a sense of relaxation once you exhale. Eddie hands you your glass of water so you don’t have a coughing fit.

Moments later, the first joint is gone and you start to grow needier for Eddie’s touch. Weed always makes you horny, so smoking might not have been the best idea.

“Robs, pass me that blanket please. It’s freezing down here” It’s not really that cold but you can’t exactly palm Eddie through his pants without something to cover you. She throws it at you and Eddie places the blanket over both of you.

He throws his arm around you, pulling you closer and you rest your head on his chest. “Maybe we should put a movie on. Something scary?” You suggest. You and Eddie always get riled up during horror movies.

Once the movie starts and everyone’s eyes are glued to the screen, you start to have a little fun.

His shirt has slightly ridden up, so you let the hand that’s resting on his chest drift down to the exposed skin on his side. You slowly trace circles on his skin and he lets out a content sigh.

Once you think he believes this was an innocent gesture, you move your finger to rest atop his waistband and play with the fabric.

He tenses up, but quickly relaxes when he sees everyone else is paying attention to the movie.

Feeling bold, you start to plant tiny kisses on his neck without moving too much to avoid suspicion. Eddie’s hand moves down to rest on your ass occasionally giving it a squeeze.

Without hurry, you move your hand to rest atop his crotch. Eddie gives your ass a rough squeeze. While he means this as a warning, you take it as encouragement to keep going.

Your hand starts to rub him through his jeans, making him lay his head back and his eyes flutter close. “You’re so sexy. Been thinking about you all day” You whisper in his ear. With his neck more exposed, you go back to kissing it.

He tilts his head back up and he gently grabs your wrist, suddenly remembering you two aren’t the only ones here. “Baby, not here. Promise I’ll make it worth your while at home” It’s a nice promise, but not nice enough to stop you from palming at his crotch again. “You really want me to stop? Tell me again and I will.” You whisper. As badly as you want him, you really will stop if he’s uncomfortable.

Luckily for you, he doesn’t tell you to stop again. He lets go of your wrist and tries to act as casual as possible.

Without causing too much commotion, you undo his pants and slide your hand down to touch his cock. You look up at him and his lips look just so irresistible. You move so you can kiss him and he cups the back of your head.

The movie reaches a quiet part and your friends can hear the noises of you making out. “Munson, please tell me your dick isn’t out” Steve whines. Both of your heads immediately shoot up and look over to see the disgusted looks on your friends faces. “I would love to be able to tell you that, Steven, but then I’d be lying.” Eddie responds, face as red as a beet. You hear a chorus of ‘ews’ and ‘thats gross’

“Steve practically lives in a mansion so I am begging the both of you to please get a room and when you come back lets all keep our genitals in our pants” Robin pleads. You give each other a look and waste no time getting up and running towards the stairs.

“Any room but mine or my parents, got it?” Steve shouts and the girls laugh uncontrollably.

After what feels like ages, you finally find a spare bedroom. Your clothes are already torn off and Eddie pushes you on the bed.

“This what you wanted?” Eddie asks, pushing his jeans and boxers down far enough to get his dick out. “Beg for it” Eddie taps his cock on your clit, waiting to hear you beg.

“Please give me your cock. I wanna make you feel good. please, baby I’ll be so good”

You’re already dripping wet and he slides in with ease, making you simultaneously moan.

His thrusts are fast and rough. He starts to rub your clit faster and faster, showing your pussy no mercy.

“Fuck, Eddie. You feel so good inside me” You’re happy your friends are in the basement because the two of you aren’t even trying to be quiet.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock” He’s breathing hard “Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask and he smirks. He pulls out and lays on the bed.

You slowly sink on his cock and you swear it gets better and better each time. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder and start to bounce.

“Faster. Show me how bad you want me to cum in you” He smacks your ass causing you to let out a loud moan. You obey his orders and ride him faster. Your tits bouncing in his face start to drive him over the edge.

He grabs both of your tits and starts massaging your nipples. “Please tell me your close” He whines. “I’m close. So fucking close” You start to rub your clit, but Eddie smacks your hand so he can do it for you.

“Gonna cum. Cum with me right fucking now” He orders. You gush around his cock and his cum fills you up, making a satisfied smile appear on your face.

You're both panting and trying to catch your breath. You bury yourself in the crook of his neck and he soothes you by rubbing your back. He doesn’t pull out of you yet, knowing how much you both love feeling as close as possible.

“I love you” He says, voice strained

“I love you too” You kiss his neck.

Needless to say, you never made it back downstairs that night.

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heymrspatel · 5 months

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ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

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ronearoundblindly · 7 months

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Feel free to ignore this… but any further (descriptive) thots on what the first time Ari calling reader Mrs Levinson would be like?!

I just can’t get the thot of tender love making out of my brain after reading the 3+1!

Please no pressure at all! Just wanted to let you know how much this Ari lives rent free in my brain 😵‍💫💙

Ari Levinson x bestfriend!Reader (now wife) from Bedrock and Blueprints series

woah. so. good lawd, i got all up in my own feels for a while and shrank my world down to just reader and this guy:

An expansion of the the last part of this. Warning for sexy times in the most loving way. MINORS DNI. WC 1.3k

A/N: holy sh*t. don't @ me if you hate this and hate terrible puns because 🙈 idk what happened...

Your relationship keeps evolving.

You started as distant acquaintances, sharing a friend but not much else. Soon, though, you and Ari found common ground and mutual respect. Slowly, the two of you learned more about each other and grew comfortable, playfully jabbing at each other's bad habits and blind spots.

You only ever wanted the best for one another.

It took a long time--many people would say too long--to WANT one another, and old habits die hard.

The strangest part of your wedding day is how easy it is to fall into the 'friend' pattern again. You're executing a planned day, hosting guests in your home, coordinating care of your baby. Ari's helping. He always does.

The ceremony is short and sweet, the party after a simple barbecue. It hardly feels...special.

On the other side of the lawn, Ari shows a few of your coworkers Rachel's favorite face he makes, and your daughter howls in joy, grabbing at Daddy from her perch your cubicle-mate's arms.

They're too far away to hear, but you can read Ari's body language pretty well after a decade.

What's wrong, honey? You love looking out at a crowd.

See? See all these people? They're here for you. For us. For...

Ari's eyes meet yours, his bottle of beer becoming an anchor in his outstretched hand. He beams.

...mommy.

You give a tiny little wave just as he gets ambushed by a few more guests cooing over Rachel. Ari is tall enough that you can see his gaze never leaves you, even when he's surrounded, even when he mutters an answer to a question, even as he pats shoulders and backs until he's out of the throng.

His radiant smile washes over you like the warm breeze on this perfect day. His feet land in time with thuds of Boyd and Dimitri battling it out on the cornhole boards, and the women flanking you twitter appreciative giggles as if putting voice to your heart's fluttering.

Ari is, well, damn fine to look at.

"Hey," he breathes heavily once making his way to you. "You wanna--" he gestures behind you to the house "--for a sec?"

"Oh, sure." You scramble to think what more could be missing from outside. Are the drinks running low? Is the grill ready for the next round of food? Does Rachel need a toy or maybe a hat?

He leads the way to open the door for you, and that's when you notice Ari's starting to sweat through the t-shirt he changed into after the ceremony. He's never been a fan of the penguin suits. As he puts it, "they rent them for a reason. Nobody wants to own one of these."

Whether for the entertainment or just to cool himself off, you assume Ari's heading for the kitchen and turn accordingly before an arm snaking around your waist hauls you backward.

"Not so fast, gorgeous," he snips in your ear, a familiar playfulness in the words warming down your spine.

"What are you doing, Ari?" you laugh, letting him man-handle you down the hall to the bedroom.

He touches you down gently beside the door and shuts it behind him quietly. Those pearly white teeth and bright blue eyes keep shining.

"Just taking a minute," he whispers, stepping closer, dragging his finger around your ear to move a bit of stray hair, "just for us."

His focus holds yours for a long time. The rough pad of his thumb traces the height of your cheekbone. A sheen of perspiration glistens on his temple. His flush glows pink even on the skin between beard hairs. Ari's tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

Mixed with the muffled sound of your party outside, it's hard to tell his breathing has changed, but when your own eyes stop roaming the rest of his face, you see welling tears.

"Sorry, I don't know why..." Ari's cracking voice trails off. He sniffs and plants his hands against your hips to steady himself.

It makes your head spin.

"Sorry I took so lo--" but you don't let him get the words out.

Friends don't let friends cry over wasted time, no, because none of it was wasted. Learning about each other is necessary. Respecting one another is crucial. Laughing at the little things and the stupid things is essential. Everything happened just as it should.

You pour your approval into the kiss, tossing your arms around his neck and climbing him like the steadfast, rooted tree he's become, the centerpiece he is in the forest of your life, and Ari weathers the assault with gusto.

He sways with that changing wind of desire to lay you on the bed, shading you with his broad body and dangling hair, cocooning you both in your own little world, hot and heavy and light as a feather.

"I love you," he says as his wide palm explores up your skirt. "I love you," he says as two fingers move your panties out of the way. "I love you," he says as he discovers just how long you've been waiting for this touch.

"I love you," you repeat, undoing the fastening of his shorts. "I love you," you repeat, pushing them to the ground. "I love you," you repeat, taking his length in your hand.

"Please, Ari."

He hisses in tortured excitement. "Yeah?" In a flurry of fabrics, he's yanking your skirt around, tucking your leg up high over his waist as he climbs on the bed, too. "You want me, gorgeous?"

You like how much he leans into your new nickname; he's tried to ween himself off calling you 'kid' now that Rachel exists.

"Need you." Your words sound whiny and desperate because they are. "Need my husband."

The groan Ari lets out would wake the neighbors. Thank g-d there's a party outside...

He's so careful entering you, giving you time to stretch for him, giving him time to listen to every sated breath you both take. He pulls down the zipper at your side and peels your dress back, further exposing you. He loves how sensitive your nipples are since having a baby, but he also knows how much you hate these bras. He takes a moment to unhook you and fling that shit across the room, relishing your happy sigh of freedom.

"There's my wife," he chokes out, propped on his hands above you, surveying the bare beauty before him. His shirt is loose and wrinkled from where you've been gripping it for dear life. The shimmer of tears is back in his eyes--just for a second--until you bring him down to kiss again.

Once fully sheathed inside you, Ari sets a rhythm to mirror your whole relationship: slow and playful. He works to make you laugh, to make you fight him just a little bit because he's being silly. He flicks at your nipples and mouths at your shoulder. He only has one care in the whole world and for all time until--

Ari growls into your neck when there's a knock at the door.

"Just took the last bottle out of the fridge for Rachel, dearie. Thought you should know," Momma Joe's sweet old voice vibrates through, but you hear her footsteps fade quickly.

"'Spose that means I need to pump..." You toss your arms out in defeated frustration.

"Nah-uh," Ari shoots back, gathering you into a firm hold, pressing himself that much deeper inside you. He drapes that bubble of attention over you again, intent and adoring. "Right now? Right now you're mine, Misses Levinson."

He rolls his hips back, cock inching out of you, covered in your slippery arousal.

"And I need to pump--" he thrusts forward, the heft of him making your head loll back on the sheets "--again...and again...and again..."

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This isn't for you. Part 1. F.S.

Lets give Farleigh a life outside of Oliver's gaze. ;)

Warnings: drinking, some drug use, smut if you really squint, the general disgust of the upper class, Farleigh being a bitchy pansexual, Oliver is his own warning, Farleigh can't tell the difference between friendship and love. I don't write user inserts. This is an ofc based on a vague amalgamation of several people. No beta, we die and typo like men.

Farleigh was running late. Farleigh was always running late. It wasn’t something he often even clocked about himself, but this time was different. He’d made a promise to his Art of Islam tutor that he’d attend her thesis defense, and that defense was across campus in 5 minutes. He was selling her short of course. She was a million things more than a tutor to him.

Truthfully, Farleigh didn’t give a singular fuck about the art of Islam. He did give a fuck about Maggie, though, and as poor at time management as he was, he was determined to at least try to keep his promise. So he ran. It was a first.

Maggie was already speaking when he took a seat along the back wall of the lecture hall, sliding down slowly as to not make any noise. He worked hard to steady his labored breathing as silently as possible. He mentally checked out almost immediately, but his eyes never left her nervous fingers hooked together, giving each other comforting strokes as she spoke.

45 long minutes of death by PowerPoint later, Farleigh heard his own name, snapping him from his open-eyed daydreaming.

“Lastly, I’d like to thank Farleigh Start for taking the time to read through this dissertation several times over the last year. You’ve given me lovely feedback, so thank you.” Her voice was weak and rough from having spoken for an hour straight. He simply offered a nod and a smile. Truthfully, he’d only read it once and skimmed it three times. He loved the passion and fervor that worked up in her voice when she spoke about art, and that was enough.

“So, are you a doctor of art now?” Farleigh bumped his elbow into Maggie’s shoulder as they walked side by side back to his dorms. He had waited for her while she answered questions in a closed room. He was glad he’d never know that anxiety. A second class in Art History and never returning to uni again would be more than enough for him.

“I’ll find out by the end of the day, but it is usually a foregone conclusion.” She seemed calmer than she had in months. A weight had clearly been lifted off of her shoulders. It all felt a bit silly to him, but knowing Maggie meant witnessing her drive, however pointless it may seem. She needed a doctorate just about as much as he did. Far less, even. Her future was pre-ordained and quite comfortable.

He’d grown up just a couple of years behind her in age, always stuck together at functions and events. He couldn’t even count how many times they’d been sat side by side at dinner parties. He’d watched her grow from a chubby little girl who couldn’t stop talking about anime into the gorgeous, articulate, connoisseur of fine art she was today. He knew that she’d watched him grow too. He often wondered if he was just a child in her eyes, as he sometimes was in his own.

“Will you be joining us tonight?” He opened his door for her, watching as she toed her shoes off next to his bed and flung herself down, deflating after a long morning.

“Pub?” It was mostly mouthed. Sound barely came out of her. He didn’t turn the light on. There was a softness to her when she was spent that he didn’t see in other girls. He certainly didn’t see it in any of the boys he knew. Something gentle and sleepy and begging to be held.

“Can’t tonight, love. I’ve got a dinner with mum.” She lifted her arms and legs like a bug, slowly waving them about with a foolish smile, beckoning Farleigh into her grasp. “Come, smoosh me.”

“If you’re trying to be sexy, you’re shit at it.” He complied nonetheless, lying on top of her and hiking her thighs up his hips until they were interlocked on his bed. It was intimate, yet anything but sexual. It was a position they found themselves in on a semiregular basis.

“When I’m ready to be sexy, you’ll know.” She giggled and tucked her face into his neck. The heat from her breath made his hair stand on end. “You could come to dinner if you like, Farleigh.”

“Not with THE Countess of Snowden. I couldn’t fathom taking a moment of her time.” He didn’t need to see her to know that she was rolling her eyes. The relationship between their mothers had been adversarial all their lives, though it rarely trickled down to the children. For all of the caddy shit talking and passive aggressive comments over cocktails, they all summered at the same estates and enjoyed the same trappings, even if Frederica and Serena had been at each other’s throats since birth.

The thing about Maggie that Farleigh loved the most, apart from just blanket familiarity, the thing that really set her apart from every other landed gentry in their friend groups, was that Maggie never once acknowledged her birthright. It was there, sure, and it was significant. 27th in line to crown, Easter brunch with the Queen, etc, but she lived her life quietly and calmly, in the way Farleigh imagined boring middle class people did. She never pulled the rip cord for a bailout. He respected the hell out of that. It was something he was never able to accomplish himself.

“Oh come on then, you could ask for my hand in marriage,” Maggie started, exaggerating her posh accent for his enjoyment. Farleigh squeezrf her side, making her squirm into him more. “Two great houses equal in dignity.” She recited Shakespeare mockingly. To her, they really were equals, though Farleigh knew better.

“Dignity, is that what we’re calling this now?” Farleigh slid his hand down from her waste to her hip, letting the silky fabric of her trousers slip between his fingers. If she were someone else, he’d start working on the buttons, inching the zip down, easing them away from her skin. Not Maggie though. This wasn’t a game to be won. There was no trophy at the end. To comfort and to be comforted. That was all they were there for this time.

“Drinks after, I suppose.” Maggie mumbled, lacing her fingers into his hair softly, her nails barely grazing at his scalp. “If you’re still out.”

“We will be.” Farleigh closed his eyes and let himself appreciate the feeling of her hands on him. He was rarely touched so tenderly by his lovers. Even calling them lovers was giving too much credit on both sides. “Felix has a new pet. You can meet him.”

“Oh, god. Not again.” He felt her body go slack. Maggie’s family was closed off. True aristocracy always was. They found the way the Catton’s took on strays to be intolerable, always making Saltburn a theme park for the less fortunate. Last summer, she’d called it sad. Poverty porn in how they always fed on the stories of the downtrodden. Farleigh wanted so badly to agree, but he knew in some ways he was just as much a charity case as their flavor of the week.

They parted ways around tea, Maggie going to shower and nap, Farleigh off to attend a tutorial he had put zero thought into. He loved the way his tshirt smelled of her hair, of shampoo and the scent she’d been wearing since her 16th birthday. Vera Wang Princess. Cheap and frankly pedestrian, probably purchased at Boots, it was the sort of scent he’d drag a woman for it he met her in the pub. He didn’t mind it on Maggie. It was familiar and soothing to carry her with him for the rest of the day.

Farleigh sincerely hoped Maggie would come out to the pub. He wanted to chat shit with her and maybe dance a bit, but she text him around midnight that she was going to bed. He didn’t reply. She was wishy-washy on nights out. Always a good time, but rarely in much of a mood to have one. She got horrible hangovers regardless and he’d been talking to a boy from St. Anne’s all evening who seemed interested in fooling around.

They didn’t see each other the next day, or over the weekend. This was hardly unusual. Farleigh loved her company in a different way than that if his other friends, or his cousins. He suspected she felt the same. It wasn’t necessary to keep tabs. It was annoying even. With the school year coming to a close, they were likely not to see one another until midsummer anyway.

Farleigh arrived to Saltburn with Felix at the end of term. He’d wanted to take a weekend or two in London to party, but Venetia had pleaded with them to come home. Venetia felt more like family to Farleigh than most. His little sister, faithfully awaiting his return.

They had a peaceful, though boring week as a family with the occasional entertainment of poor dear Pamela’s idiocy. She’d worn her welcome out over the spring, but Farleigh knew that the Catton’s need a bit on tension or they’d go looking for it. He quite enjoyed having someone else be the mess on the floor for them to step around.

Once Ollie arrived, though, it all felt a bit crowded. The little gremlin attached himself to Felix like a leach. No matter where they went, Oliver was there like an unsettling shadow. He was a poor lost boy. He demanded attention and care. Farleigh longed for the comfort of someone who just gave a shit if he was in the room or not.

Felix’s man-child has arrived

Farleigh sent the text already knowing the reaction he’d receive.

Well, then, I’m not coming now. Yuck.

Maggie liked to pretend she had any control over it. Of all of the places to be and families to summer with, one could do far worse than Saltburn.

Of course you are. They’ve already made up your room for you.

It wasn’t entirely a lie. The rooms had been made up for weeks for whenever Maggie and her mother planned to stop by. Hers was one of dozens of rooms that go largely unused.

Next to yours?

As God intended, my love.

When they were children, they’d build little forts with blankets and sleep side by side all summer long, never alone in the night. At home with their mothers, they were always alone. Left to their own devices. Summer was the only time Farleigh felt truly part of anything. When they got older and shipped away to boarding schools, their summers together were sometimes supplemented with bank holidays and winter breaks. The idea was the same even while their bodies were quite different.

They would talk, maybe kiss, maybe touch, maybe more. It was equal parts educational as it was erotic. To this day, when Farleigh makes a girl cum, it’s Maggie’s body he’s using as a roadmap.

She came through the doors with absolutely no fan fair. She had a way with Duncan. She seemed to disarm him. He didn’t feel the protective need with people whose stations were far higher than the family he served. She could take nothing from them, only give. And besides, he’d known her all her life.

“Good morning, lover.” She wrapped Farleigh in a hug from behind at the garden breakfast table, surprising him. She kissed his neck, his cheek, the tip of his nose. He held his arm out as far behind himself as he could reach to not burn her with his cigarette. Almost immediately, she did the same to Venetia on her right. “Oh how I’ve missed you, my dear.”

“I didn’t even know you were coming today.” Venetia pushed Felix’s feet from the chair between herself and Farleigh to make room for their friend. Maggie had always treated Venetia with a bit more care than most others. It went a long way.

“Oh, I drove. I was only at Daylesford. Hardly a long way.” She immediately silenced the potential comments brewing within Elspeth. She knew exactly how to please her, not that she really needed to. “Mum went off to Portofino.” She cupped a hand around her mouth, allowing only Elspeth and Farleigh to see, stage whispering. “To see a man!”

This elicited a delighted laugh from all of the Catton’s who often joked about how uptight and impossible to please Lady Serena could be. Daughter of Princess Margaret, she had somehow inherited absolutely none of her mother’s good humor or sense of fun.

Suddenly, as if she felt it boring into her, Maggie seemed to clock Oliver’s unblinking gaze. “Oh, hello, you must be-“ She let the sentence linger, having never actually learned his name.

“Oliver.” Farleigh watched him make the completely wrong choice of trying stare her down, that doll-like smile on his face that had pulled so many others in. For all of Maggie’s calm demeanor and candor, she didn’t trust a soul she hadn’t known a decade or longer. There was no way in with her. No amount of charisma or flirtation could build her good will. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ah.” Maggie raised her eyebrows, pasting a somewhat strained smile onto her own face to match his. “Sure.” Under the table, she took Farleigh’s hand. “I do hope you’ve been having a good summer so far, Oliver.”

After their somewhat tense interaction, Maggie largely ignored Oliver, and Felix too for that matter. They made plans to go to the field in the afternoon. Farleigh felt content for the first time in weeks.

“Strange, right?” Farleigh asked the second they closed his bedroom door behind him, both of them snapping into action immediately.

“Oh god, yes.” Maggie wiggled her jeans down her hips, sitting down on the edge of his mattress to kick them off. “Like a creepy porcelain doll.” She pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it into Farleigh’s chest. He was already half undressed himself. Maggie didn’t have a bra on. Her small chest held a sort of unexplainable, ungendered elegance. He preferred her that way.

“You should see the way he looks at Felix like he’s going to eat him or something.” Farleigh emphasized the word eat as he almost fell over trying to yank his socks off.

“I love it when you’re like this.” Maggie was down to her white cotton thong, sprawled out on his bed in a column of mid-morning sunlight. The ever-present dust from the tapestries on his walls left them in a faint, swirling fog. It felt like they were in a dream.

Farleigh stepped between her knees hanging off the bed. He ran his hands up her legs, enjoying the stubble of her unshaven thighs on his fingertips. “Like what?”

Maggie walked her fingers from the top of his hand to his chest before reaching out and pulling him down on top of her. “I like it when you’re a complete bitch.” Her eyes closed when she laughed and he laughed with her.

He shifted into her more, enjoying the way his hips forced her legs wide to compensate for their dramatic difference in size. It was his instinct to say something snide and barbed, dripping with sarcasm, but he knew he didn’t need to. He didn’t need to say anything at all.

Farleigh took his time with Maggie. He always did. They had nowhere to be but with each other. Last summer she had said he looked cast in bronze. She’d called him statuesque. Beautiful. No one else had ever described him as anything more than surface level. No one had ever looked at him long enough.

He pressed himself into her slowly, watching her lip go between her teeth and her face twist upward into a joyful smile. She craned her neck, looking down at were their bodies met. “How’s it look?” He asked with a chuckle, relishing in the way her breaths got heavier the more he moved.

“Really, really fucking hot.” Maggie spoke through a deep exhale, flopping her head back onto his bed and looking up into his eyes. “Best porn I’ve ever watched.” Her hand came up to his cheek, thumb brushing against his bottom lip. “I like to watch this too.”

“See, I like it when you’re like this.” He kept his pace slow and languid, coaxing pleasure out of her steadily. No rush.

“Talking dirty?” Her voice was husky. Her eyes still locked with his.

“No,” It came out sing-song, light. “I like it when you’re having fun.”

Movement in the window behind her caught his eye. Someone walking in the courtyard.

“Look, it’s the real-boy now.” Farleigh separated from Maggie just long enough to flip her over and slip back into her. Her ass bounced off of his hip bones. Her delighted squeal rang out through his open window so he reached forward to clasp a hand over her mouth. “Shhh, just watch him with me.”

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Chapter 7: It would make one hell-of-a statement

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cw// suggestive, smut, disorientation

"ya good?" a slightly monotoned voice asked from behind the bar. Osamu just closed the restaurant and now the two of you were left to clean and prep for tomorrow. Osamu came back a few minutes after Reina appeared allowing Atsumu to leave with her. No Sumu I'm not fine.

"Yeah, all good. Why?" you questioned, continuing to wipe down the tables. You don't need to know why. You know exactly why he asked. You kept making small errors all day, not new hire errors, like your head wasn't in the right spot, and you definitely were just staring off into space while wiping the table.

"you've been wipin' that table fer like five minutes," he states in a way you can tell he finds in amusing. Turning around you watch as he stacks the metal containers to be cleaned in the back, and there it was, a small smile on his face. His grey eyes glance up at your very unamused face. "Hey, I'm jokin'," is all he says before disappearing behind the beaded curtain.

Of course you're gonna be off. You got laid off and now your here back at a restaurant... working. The one place you vowed to never come back too. And his stupid brother is messing with your heart and head. It's like you're back in middle school. Watching the popular boy flaunt around with everyone, but leaving you in the dust. Stupid Atsumu, with his stupid blond hair, and his stupid smirk that makes your tummy do flips, and his stupid stupidly sexy body. You don't even need to close your eyes to remember the way that compression shirt hugged his torso. The way you were able to see his biceps bulge in the tight short sleeves ever time he served a table. It pisses you off the way everyone seems to know him better than you. Like your just a stranger to him, and yes you've kept him at a distance for a reason but now...what was the point?

Finishing up for the night Osamu bids his goodbyes before locking the front door. Leaving you alone in the dark restaurant. Alone in the dark. Perfect.

"fuck, baby," a dark chuckle leaves the setters lips as his nose brushes along the column of your neck, "always takin' me so well," he moans out. His blonde hair covers the view of his penis pistoning in and out of you rwet pussy. The sounds were so unbelievably pornagraphic. Atsumu's brown eyes gaze back up into yours before stating, "ya better not get attached," His face of ecstacy quickly morfied into a face you've only seen once. His eyes void of any emotion, as he quickly gets off to put his pants back on. "ya better not tell 'er,"--

Rolling around in your bed you finally wake up with heavy breathing and a beating heart. What the fuck was that. Replaying the scene over and over again you can't help but feel the pull at your heart. He was using you. Yes, it was a dream but it still hurts.

Getting out of bed you feel weighted down. Your emotions that built up through the past week finally getting to you. Walking into the small bathroom you really take in your surroundings. The white bathtub with a chip on the side connecting to the wall, the paint chiping on the walls, the small slightly clouded mirror, and the sad toilet with a broken lid. When the twins said they redid the apartment they clearly didn't mean all of it. Looking in the mirror you notice the pimples on your forehead and the bags under your eyes. You can't work today. There's no way you're gonna make it without breaking down. After brushing you teeth you send a quick text to 'Samu and hop back into bed.

You contemplated your response as you snuggle more under the covers. As much as you feel that you can handle everything alone maybe having someone there won't be so bad. 'sure' you type.

Not even 30 mins later there's a knock on your door even though you know he has a key. "coming!" you yell and you run to the door. The younger twin steps in and quickly slips off his shoes. The smile on his face giving you the smallest burst on energy. "why aren't you wearing your uniform?" you question the man. He showed up in jeans and a long sleeve shirt, no Onigiri patch to be found. Not even a hat in sight.

"I closed the shop today" He says like it the most obvious thing in the world. The tall man waltes past you into your livingroom.

"why? Because of me?" You question not believing his rash decision.

"yeah, yer family now," he turns around and smiles his eyes closing for a moment. You move over to him and lift your hand. "ah, no complainin' what's wrong little one?" He says as he wraps his arms around you. Hand on the back of your head forcing you tighter to his chest.

Pushing him away you walk over to the couch and cover yourself with a blanket. Osamu simple follows along and plops down on the cushions next to you. "By the way i wanned ta apologize for 'sumu dressin' likeah slut again," he states, his accent coming out stronger than usual, but still clear enough for you to understand.

"what are you talking about?"

"his shirt, we made Onigiri shirts together when the store first opened 'cause, I mean, I didn't really have the money," he explains shaking his head, " 'tsumu said he'd help, but of course he hadda use one of his workout shirts. Which might I say doesn' fit him anymore." He finishes waving his finger around accusingly.

"ahh, you said again, is he normally a slut?" you question with a small giggle at how angry Osamu is.

"Nah, just fer show. The minute a girl actually wants somethin' from him he hides," The younger twins laughs, "I hava hard time believin' he actually did lose his virginity," The two of you laugh at his antics, and you already feel closer to Osamu. There's something about these twins that just feel like home.

"How long have you guys known Rin and Reina?" you question, wanting to prod more but trying to stay cool.

"hmm, Rin moved here during highschool, so about then. Ten years maybe, but we're better with Rin, or at least I am,"

You hum at his response the mood instantly turning sour at the attention towards Rin. 'Samu noticing this perks up and says, "ion know what exactly happen between y'all, but I'm sure Rin' bein' a douche. I'll let you know if he says anything."

You nod at his clearfication. Is he insinuating that Atsumu is close with Reina? You begin to tuck yourself further into the blanket as you get lost in your thoughts. Osamu getting lost in his as well.

The chef giggles before starting, "ya know when we were little Reina had a big crush on 'Sumu," he laughs again thinking about it, "Rin was just glad it wasn't me but he still put a ban on us." you can clear see osamu getting caught up in remincing his voice drowing out by the beat of your heart. Why is it pounding so hard...

"oh!" Osamu's voice loudens at the thought, "I know it probably isn't the best for ya especially with, ya know," he gestures towards you and attempts to smile, "I really need someone to come with me to the JVA beginning of the season-"

"no," is all you say. He doesn't even need to finish the sentence. If you hadn't been thrown out of the company you probably would have jumped at someone asking you to go with them to the Japan Volleyball Association ceremony, but now it's like putting salt on an open wound.

The day before the beginning of the season starts the Volleyball Association holds an annual ceremony to not only celebrate the start of the season, but also to allow new players to meet members from different teams. A way to build sportsmanship before things get heated. You loved it even though you only got to go once. No matter who you were if you were affiliated with the team a stylist would come with expensive gowns or suits and make you look like royalty.

"please, I don't have anyone else an' it would make one hell-of-a statement" he begs.

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Mar[r]y Me - part eight

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, warnings to be added as needed

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part eight - peanut butter bites

It’s February 25th, and Bradley has sweat dripping down his back. He’s painfully aware that he’s the only one; the cold air blasting from the vents has everyone else reaching for sweaters, but he feels like he’s on fire. So hot he’s afraid he might melt through the old, cracked vinyl flooring of the VTC room. His neck is the worst of it; the skin is scorching from thirteen sets of eyes burning into him. Steadfastly ignoring all of them, he tries to focus all of his attention on the presentation happening up front.

“And as you can see here, since the implementation of the pilot program, the FA-18 return to service cadence has improved by ten days. The proposed plan to expand this training pipeline to Pensacola has been approved, and Dave will be working with Admiral Kerner and his team to spin this up over the next two quarters. The schedule that’s been laid out in Artemis, has the ECD for initial implementation on September 24th, one week before the start of FY22. Next slide, please.”

Bradley barely understands what Mary is talking about, but his fidgeting gets so bad as she gives an overview of the new program going into Florida that Jake nudges his side, looking genuinely concerned.

Bradley has always liked smart girls. Tessa Richardson, his first kiss, was valedictorian and went to Harvard on a pre-law track. The last he heard, she was moving up the ranks as a judge. But it’s a whole new level of attraction, watching Mary talk so competently and confidently about the inner workings of the multi-million-dollar planes he flies every day.

How is she so sexy talking about something so boring?

It’s a thought he’s had multiple times since program review began on Monday. He almost had to excuse himself yesterday when she had an entire page’s worth of suggestions for hardware and software improvements. Today has been exponentially worse, because Mary has deviated from her typical attire of simple but professional clothes. Today, she’s paired a black pencil skirt with three-inch stilettos. The heels accentuate the curves of her legs while the skirt hugs her hips in the most delicious way. And he was actually doing pretty well until thirty minutes into the PowerPoint when she slipped her blazer off to reveal a white button-up shirt that’s been perfectly tailored to show off her waist. Since then, he’s spent most of the time staring at her and then scolding himself for staring.

It’s like she’s trying to kill me.

He quietly takes a deep breath, hoping a sip of water will help him settle down. There are no hops scheduled for today, so the Dagger Squad is wearing their khaki uniforms, the least forgiving material, and the last thing he needs is to get hard while listening to his girl spout corporate buzzwords to satisfy the brass from Washington.

Unfortunately, Mary says the words “stick handling” while making direct eye contact with him and he chokes, spluttering and dripping water down his shirt as he coughs. Half the heads in the room swing in his direction, and he genuienly might burst into flames when he makes eye contact with his uncles; one looking concerned, the other highly amused.

Bradley knows he’s pathetic, getting all riled up over watching a woman excel at her job, and the boring part at that, but he really can’t help it. They haven’t had any alone time since Sunday, the week filled with back-to-back meetings, professional development, and deployment preparation for both of them.

“Of course. Happy Birthday, dolcezza.”

Bradley can feel her breath against his lips, her hand gripping his curls as their cupid bows brush.

“Bradley?” Someone is pounding on his door, the muffled yelling startling them apart. “Are you home? Fred fell! I can’t get him up! Bradley?!”

“Fuck!” He mournfully pulls away, racing to the front door. He carefully swings the door open, conscious of Mary being right behind him, her plate clattering on the table seconds after he stood up. “Mrs. Hadcock? What’s wrong?”

“Fred! He fell, and I can’t get him up! I think he broke his hip!” Bradley freezes when the older woman at his front door bursts into tears; he’s not equipped to deal with this, and he’s worried she might hyperventilate as she gasps around her words.

“Mrs. Hadcock, we need you to take a deep breath. Okay?” Mary quickly takes control as she slips her shoes on and tries to focus the panicking woman, nudging Bradley to do the same. “Is he bleeding? Did you call 911?”

“He’s not bleeding, but he’s in a lot of pain. I couldn’t call; I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Okay, let’s go to your apartment, and we’ll call once we’re there. C’mon.”

She wraps her arm around Mrs. Hadcock’s shoulders and leads her toward the stairs, asking more questions in a calm voice. Bradley grabs his phone, wallet, and Mary’s purse before locking the door behind him, anticipating this becoming a multi-hour thing.

It did become a thing, the doctors confirming the broken hip a few hours later, and it was almost 2 AM by the time he was driving the two women back to the complex. He walked Mary to her car, leaving with only a promise to let him know when she got home, before escorting Mrs. Hadcock back to her apartment.

Bradley was glad that his neighbor’s partner would be okay after surgery and a few months of physical rehab, but the interruption meant that he still hadn’t kissed Mary. He didn’t know what she tasted like. What sounds she would make. How long her perfume would linger on his skin. He's more on edge now than any mission he’s flown.

All week, he’s been itching for an opportunity to get her alone so he could finally press his lips to hers, as long as that’s what she still wants. He’s pretty sure she does. He’s caught her staring at his mouth several times, her chocolate eyes shyly meeting his when she realizes she’s been made.

He’s never been so grateful to hear Cyclone’s grumpy voice replace Mary’s sweet tone, the admiral thanking everyone and reminding the North Island team of the final prep meeting before ending the program review. As the crowd disburses, Bradley makes his way toward the front, heading directly for Mary to ask her to eat lunch with him.

In her office.

Alone.

With the door locked.

Halfway there, his path is abruptly blocked by Melissa Ludden, one of the visiting Boeing representatives. A new program manager, she’s visiting Coronado for the first time to get an understanding of what’s needed for the next generation of fighters, and she’s had target lock on Bradley since the kickoff meeting. Ten years ago, he would have reciprocated - hell, he probably would have had her in his bed after the first happy hour mixer - but now he couldn’t be less interested if he tried. He can admit that she’s very pretty and she seems smart, but the perky twenty-four-year-old can’t hold a match to his Mary.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” She also can’t get his rank correct, which irks Bradley, and tallies yet another point against her. “Boeing is hosting some of the attendees to lunch at Clark Square Grill; we would love for you to join us!”

“Thank you for the invitation, ma’am, but I can’t. I have deployment prep meetings this afternoon, so I’m needed on base.” He politely turns her down, secretly reveling in the little bit of twisted pleasure sparked by how her face drops.

Thankfully, he’s saved from her trying to plead her case and convince him by Slider calling him over, an order he swiftly – and happily – follows.

“Dave, this is Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster, this is Dave Rhoads, the West Coast service director from Lemoore.” The name is familiar, sparking something in his brain as his uncle introduces him to an older gentleman.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Oh, please, call me Dave!” The thin but jolly man insists with a firm handshake. “I was just telling these three how much I appreciated your feedback on the training pipeline.”

That’s how I know that name. “I’m glad it helped; we weren’t sure if anything we were sending up to you would be useful.”

“No, it was great! Getting perspective from pilots really helped us grease the wheels in some places where we were stuck. You should be very proud of your squad, Mav.”

“I’m glad their complaining finally was do something besides give me a headache.” Mav jokes before pulling Dave into a different conversation, leaving Bradley with Slider and Mary.

“Mary, you probably already know him, but if you don’t, this is Bradley.”

“Yes, Ron. I know Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw quite well.”

Bradley feels himself go hot, heat racing up his neck at hearing his full rank come from her mouth. He ignores his uncle, refusing to look at him, already knowing a shit-eating grin is spreading across his dumb face.

“Oh, really, M&M?” He could punch his uncle for the way he laughs through his question. “Exactly how well do you know my nephew?”

“Your nephew?”

“How do you know each other?!” He can’t help how he blurts it out; his confusion overclouding the manners his mother drilled into him.

“Slider was my mentor when I worked in Pensacola. We spent many hours together working on the flight school repair schedule and trying to get me to fully understand the ranks. He’s the one that gave me the flight school sweatshirt with my call sign on it - I think you’ve seen me wear that, right?” Mary’s eyes twinkle, letting him know she’s laughing at how his jaw drops.

“I’m the one that convinced her to go up on a flight!”

“Tricked!” Mary jokingly snaps, smacking his arm with her notebook, comfortable joking around now that the room has cleared.

“Tomato, potato.” His uncle turns to him, his grin even bigger. “She always loved that photo I have of you on my bookshelf. The one where you’re laying on the changing table clutching your little teddy bear.”

“That’s you?! That’s such a cute photo!”

“How do you have that photo? I thought I destroyed all copies of that!” Bradley groans, not sure if he’s more embarrassed that it’s been on his uncle’s desk for years or that Mary has seen what is arguably his worst baby photo. The one where he’s red in the face from crying and screaming, clutching a teddy bear with an atrociously full diaper.

“Nope! And you’ll never get rid of it now because I’ve made a digital copy and distributed it to everyone!”

“Oh my god…” Bradley looks at the ceiling, cursing who is listening for making his parents' generation technologically savvy.

“A group of us are going over to Victory Café for lunch; you guys want to join? My treat.”

“I can’t; I have a meeting in a few minutes and then more this afternoon. But you can buy me a drink at the Hard Deck tonight.”

“Yeah, fine, M&M. One vodka cran on me.” Slider laughs as Mary starts to walk away.

“Oh!” She turns back. “When you have some time this afternoon, could you stop by my office, Bradley?”

“Uh- sure! I can stop by after your meeting and before the briefing?”

“That works, see you then.” Mary gives a quick wave, and the two men watch her walk away, grabbing her phone from the lockers outside the VTC room.

“I’m not going to give you a shovel talk because I can tell how much you care about her. Though, had I known that she was the one you were acting like such an idiot about a few weeks ago, I would have flown out here early just to kick your ass. But I will tell you how much I love that girl; she’s like another kid to me, just like you are. So be careful, communicate, and do your best not to hurt each other.”

“I won’t; I’m just lucky she forgave me because I love her. I mean- I- uh-” Bradley stutters, shocked that those words just came flowing out of his mouth without permission.

“God, you’re just like Goose.” Ron smiles at his nephew and pulls him into a hug, a bittersweet feeling washing over him, realizing how much the boy acts like his father, despite barely remembering him. “They would both be so proud of you.”

Bradley gets a little choked up, feeling like a little kid again when his uncle runs a gentle hand over his head, stroking his hair just like he used to when he was small. “Thanks, Uncle Ron.”

“So…” He can’t hold it back; he has to embarrass him just a little bit more. For his own enjoyment. “Why do ya think she wants you to stop by her office?”

“Please stop.”

“Ohhh! Look at how red you are, baby goose! Are you hoping it’s something dirty?”

“I’m walking away.”

“Your call sign should have been tomato!” Laughter follows Bradley out the door and down the hall to the canteen, where he grabs two sandwich and chips combos.

“You okay, Bradley?” Halo quietly asks when he silently joins the squad, used to the boisterous nature of her teammate.

“I’m good. Thanks, Callie. Just thinking about the rest of the shit I gotta do before Saturday.”

He chuckles as she groans and launches into a rant about everything she’s procrastinated. Bradley listens intently as she vents, giving suggestions when he can, with Bob adding an occasional comment from across the table.

“And thankfully Aliyah’s friend was willing to watch Rupert and water my plants while I’m gon, since she backed out on me!” Callie exclaims. “Like, I’m happy she’s finally getting to go on this trip, but now I'm gonna owe Kelly like six hundred favors when I get back.”

“I’m glad you found someone in time and didn’t have to put him in a kennel until Aliyah gets back from Europe!” Bob says, knowing how much she hates putting her dog in the kennel for long stretches.

Bradley is just about to ask more about the woman who’s going to be watching Callie’s chocolate lab when the mechanics who work for Mary get in line for food.

“I’ll see you guys at the briefing; I’m gonna go take care of a few things.” He dumps his trash, ignoring the table full of protests as he turns toward Mary’s office.

It doesn’t take him long to reach the fifth floor of the admin wing. As the newest addition to the team, Mary had been relegated to an office on the mostly empty top floor. The lack of neighbors was a bonus when bored pilots visited, but the end-of-the-hall corner office was as far away from her shop as she could get.

He slows down as he gets closer, not wanting to interrupt whoever she’s talking to with her “I’m calm, but just barely” voice. It’s one she usually reserves for condescending admirals before tossing them to Cyclone so he can tear them apart on her behalf. Pausing in the doorway, he finds her staring at the ceiling, dissociating as the person on the other end yells loud enough that Bradley can hear it. He lightly coughs to grab her attention, smiling when she perks up and mashes the mute button.

“Beau wasn’t in his office, so I’m getting to listen to Cain’s bitching about my presentation on the manned flight stats as if I get to choose the content of the slides.” She looks down at the phone. “We’re going on thirteen minutes.”

“I brought you a turkey sandwich and kettle chips, if that helps?”

“Oh, Bradley, you’re so sweet! What would I do without you?”

“You’d probably be a lot hungrier in the afternoons. You want this now or in the fridge?”

“Fridge, please.” Mary hums before returning to her call. “Yes, sir. I hear you, but like I said earlier-”

As he’s storing the food in her mini fridge, her nails start to tap against the desk, frustration levels high after being cut off again. Bradley grimaces at her in sympathy. Everyone at NAS North Island is aware of Chester Cain’s personal vendetta against Maverick and how it’s begun to leak to anyone on base involved with manned flights.

He settles into one of her chairs, stealing a mint from the bowl on her desk and looking out the window. He loves Mary’s office, even though it technically sucks. She’s alone at this end of the hall, it’s a trek down to the repair shop, the elevator seems like it’s out of order more than it works, and in the hot summer months the air conditioning struggles to cool the westward-facing room. But he feels like the good parts make up for the bad. Like the privacy it provides and how huge the space is; big enough for her desk, two chairs, a conference table, all of her file cabinets, and a loveseat that has seen more than a few naps from the Dagger Squad. Bradley’s favorite part is the large windows that give a perfect view of the airfield, from the tower all the way to the end of the runway and the ocean.

He’s watching waves form and crash on the breakers when Mary moves around her desk, the phone cord stretching as she closes and locks the door, her stockinged feet silent on the tile. She surprises him when she continues her loop, perching on his leg with Admiral Cain still chattering in her ear. For a moment, he’s frozen, completely taken off guard by this development and the nervous look on her face, but it doesn’t take him long to get on board.

Bradley sits up straighter, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her onto his lap while the other grips her thigh to tug her legs over his other thigh. Mary’s free hand wraps around his shoulder, immediately playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, sending goosebumps across his skin.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir. I have to go; I have someone in my office I need to speak with about final deployment preparations. But I will make sure Admiral Simpson is aware of your feelings.” Bradley listens as he natters on for another minute, unsure how Mary keeps her cool.

“Yes, Admiral, I understand. Goodbye.” She slams the phone down. “You stupid fucking dickhead.”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel, honey.” His hand slips under the hem of her skirt when she leans back into his chest, her hands slipping around his shoulders as she crosses one leg over the other.

“That was me being nice. He’s lucky I actually care about keeping this job.”

Bradley doesn’t get a chance to respond because Mary is pressing their lips together. He instantly responds, tilting his head to meet her and sliding his hand up to cup her neck. She’s so warm and solid on his lap; he loves the weight of her pressing against him.

Time feels syrupy, slow and sweet, matching their pace. It’s taken them ages to get here, their first kiss, but there’s no rush, no urgency. It’s comfortable - loving - like they’ve been doing this for years. He’s in awe of how perfectly they fit together, their bodies instinctively reacting to each other. It starts to heat up when their tongues meet, the two of them pressing closer, closer, closer to taste each other.

Minty. She must've had a mint before I showed up, he thinks as his left hand slips further under her skirt. Bradley feels his brain break when he meets lace halfway up her thigh.

“Are you wearing thigh highs?” He asks, voice edging on desperate.

Mary nods, panting and looking gorgeous with her flushed cheeks. “I hate pantyhose, and it’s so much easier to just wear the garter belt.”

“Garter be-” He groans loudly, thankful no contractors are occupying the neighboring offices. “Fuck, Mary. Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

Bradley presses a bruising kiss to her lips before making his easy down her neck, leaving teasing kisses up and down the sensitive skin. He undoes her top two buttons and tugs the collar aside to nip at her collarbone, perfume invading his senses.

Would it be weird to get a travel bottle of her perfume?

He knows he’s not thinking entirely straight, but he doesn’t think it would. He could spritz his pillow and fall asleep every night to the same sweet citrus and floral notes he’s smelling now. It’s that thought that has his hand wandering to her buttons again, his goal to get her shirt off and then maybe spread her out on her desk or bend her over the table or get her in his lap on the couch…

“Bradley, wait, we- shit!” Mary pulls him back to her face, chest heaving. “We still have meetings.”

“Shit. Right.” He abandons the buttons, instead choosing to play with the hem of her skirt while he closes his eyes and tries to calm down. Mary rests her head on his shoulder as she catches her breath. They sit there for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company, just reveling in the way their bodies move in unison as their breathing starts to sync up.

“So, uh… not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?”

“Don’t kiss anyone while you’re gone.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, honey.” Bradley nudges her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Why would I when I’ve got you waiting for me at home?”

“I just- I saw Melissa flirting with you and…” Mary trails off, and he understands.

“She can try to flirt all she wants, but she can’t compare to you, Mary. You’re so much better than her. She can’t even get my rank right, never mind the fact that she’s twelve years younger than me. Besides, I don’t like blondes, you know that.” He winks at her, making her laugh, which was his goal.

“Is that why you and Jake are always fighting?” She innocently blinks at him, teasing him for the pseudo-feud he has with his wingman.

“You think you’re funny, huh?”

“I know I am, actually.” Mary brushes their lips together. “Can do this whenever I want now.”

“Been wanting to do this for a while?” He asks between kisses.

She hums and nods slightly, more focused on slipping her tongue into his mouth again. “Ever since that first night at the Hard Deck.”

“You’ve wanted to kiss me since we met?

“M&M?” A knock on the door startles them apart, Mary almost falling off his lap, catching herself on the desk and rattling her knick knacks and picture frames. “You good, Vertucci?”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine. What’s up?”

She springs off his lap, her cheeks redder than he’s ever seen, and he knows his match. It’s a good thing his uncle can’t see them through the frosted glass; they look guilty as hell, like two teenagers who got caught making out in the backseat.

“Well, I want to get set up for the meeting early, but I don’t know how the controls work in the VTC room. I was hoping you could show me since you have to be there anyway.”

Both of them relax, thankful he’s unaware of what he interrupted. Mary moves to open the door. “Sure, I can do that! I just-” She stutters to a stop after catching sight of her reflection in the mirror above her couch. It’s very obvious what they’d been doing.

“I just have a few things to take care of, and I’ll be down in a couple minutes!” She croaks, trying to rebutton her shirt and fix her hair at the same time.

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.” Bradley watches his silhouette turn away; his sigh of relief is premature when his uncle comes back after a few steps. “Oh, I almost forgot! Bradley? Mav is looking for you; go meet him in the hangar.”

All the blood drains from his face, and Mary turns in horror, their eyes meeting in terror. He clears his throat. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Take a few minutes if you need to!” This time, the silhouette walks all the way down the hall, laughing and whistling to himself the entire way.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! I can never speak to him again!” Mary moans, dropping onto the loveseat and burying her face in her hands.

“If it makes you feel better, he’s caught me doing worse.”

“Really?” He smiles at the way she peeks at him between her fingers.

“Unfortunately. I was bad about locking my door, and he was bad about knocking.” Her nose scrunches, obviously trying not to laugh at him. “It’s okay, you can laugh. You would think one of us would have learned after the first time it happened. Or the second. Or the third.”

He smiles as she snorts, pressing a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound and sinking into the couch. Her laughter dies down as they stare at each other. Bradley doesn’t think he’s been happier than this moment, Mary smiling at him with her partially unbuttoned shirt and mussed hair.

“We should probably go.” She sighs and nods in agreement.

He watches as she fixes her shirt and smooths her hair in the mirror, inspecting her makeup before padding over to the corner.

“These are for you.” She holds out a container from the shelf above her mini fridge.

He looks through the clear plastic. “What are these?”

“I made you those peanut butter bites you liked so much. They’re not the most exciting thing, but they don’t have to be refrigerated, so you can take them on the carrier. And you should be getting a box about halfway through deployment, so make sure you send me anything you want so I can put it in for you.”

Bradley takes a shaky breath, unable to swallow the lump in his throat. No one had ever made him a treat to take with him, and it’s been years since he’s gotten a care package that wasn’t from a volunteer group. Despite the fact that he wasn’t speaking to Ice, Sarah had sent him packages during his first few deployments. But that stopped when Ice got sick the first time, and it didn’t start again when the cancer went into remission.

It sucked being the only one being passed a charity box full of things he didn’t like or need, but he understood. Their life was different at that point. New health rules to follow, more appointments, their kids were starting to have kids. There was no spare time for unnecessary things, like sending a box of goodies to a kid who was refusing to speak to them.

“Bradley?” His name is said quietly, and he looks up to find Mary looking anxious, her brow creased in worry.

He drops the Tupperware on her desk with a clang and pulls her into his arms, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth and hoping it conveys everything he’s feeling that he can’t quite say.

Thank you for thinking about me. Thank you for caring about me. I love you.

She reciprocates, matching him, knowing this is one of the last times they’ll see each other alone before he’s gone for two months.

“Thank you.” He whispers when they break apart, Mary smiling at him and pressing one more gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away to put her heels back on.

Bradley walks her to the conference room, his hand brushing hers, but neither of them bold enough to hold hands when anyone could catch them. He spends the time watching her, savoring the quiet moments they get to spend together. A quick glance into the conference rooms reveals his uncle fighting with the display screen behind the podium, so he pulls her to the side of the doors and, after thoroughly checking the hall, kisses her.

The first time of many that he’ll dare to kiss her in an empty hallway of NAS North Island throughout their lives.

“I’ll see you at the Hard Deck.” He murmurs against her lips before opening the door and waving at Slider.

“Finally! Mary, what the hell does “extend the display” mean?” Ron rolls his eyes when he sees his nephew staring at his mentee like a lovesick puppy. “Bradshaw! Get your ass to the hangar, now!”

Bradley snaps to attention, giving a sarcastic salute that he only gets away with is because there’s no one else around, and the admiral glaring at him also witnessed his many potty-training failures. He gives his uncle a genuine grin as he turns to leave, getting instructions to prop the door open and an overexaggerated wink in return.

He does as told and hesitates for a minute before stepping to the side of the doorway, hoping he understood the non-verbal hint correctly.

“So… you and Bradley? That’s something you didn’t mention the last time we talked, Mary.”

“It’s new, very new. Could you not say anything to anyone – not even Mav – for now, please?”

“You got it, kiddo. Just try not to hurt him.”

“I won’t, Ron. I lo-” She cuts herself off, and the silence of the hall is deafening. Bradley can hardly hear her continue above his racing heart. “I care about him too much to hurt him.”

His phone is continuously buzzing in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to answer it; he knows it’s Mav or one of the Daggers looking for him. In a daze of excitement and nerves, he makes his way to the hangar, wishing more than anything that he wasn’t walking into the final deployment briefing. He wants to turn around, throw Mary over his shoulder, and drive them up the coast until they find a little mountain town with no cell service and stay there for two months instead.

“There you are! Rooster, what took you so long?” He should feel lucky that it’s just an exasperated Maverick he has to deal with and not Cyclone.

“Sorry, Mav, had to drop something off to Admiral Kerner.” It’s probably the wrong excuse to give, his uncles are definitely going to gossip, and he’s going to get so much shit tonight for it. But he can’t bring himself to care as he slips into his chair, smiling so big at Hangman that half the squad worriedly looks at him.

She loves me.

Mary loves me.

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marvelmaniac2000 · 1 year

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💚💚Eddie Nashton Fluff 💚

Summary: Eddie doesn’t like seeing his gf all dirty and worn out. Here’s some pure fluff of what he would do.

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Subject: Fluff, Daddy kink, pet names, infantilism, obsession, headcanons, imagines, codependent,

Words: 505

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You were a few minutes away from passing out from work. Your feet almost formed knots in each of your toes. But it would all be worth it once you come home to the person who truly mattered the most. Warmth swept across your cheeks thinking about him. He was your everything through thick and thin. If there was anything you wanted and needed, He never seemed to disappoint.

Edward opened the apartment door before you could even turn the knob.

“Finally it’s about time” he breathed out his mouth. The place you guys shared was so cozy and warm that no one would want to leave. Every piece of furniture matched with the color scheme to contrast the hardwood floor. The room smelled like lavender and smoked foods all around.

You clung your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on his lips. Eddie hummed into the kiss while his hands ravished your sides.

‘Did you have a good day at work?” He gave your waist a light squeeze before brushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

“I always do babe” you rested your chin on his chest wanting all of his attention.

“Why don’t we take a bath together before you eat?” He pecked your forehead and led you to the bedroom.

You plop your bag down and slowly begin to strip while Eddie bun goes to run the bath water.

You giggle a little realizing how tall he was. “I don’t think our tub can handle both of us Ed” you watch over him with just your bra and panties on while he feels the water. “Trust me baby I’ll make us fit” he gave you a once over with his eyes and turned the knob.

Of course Eds going to have plenty of bubbles fill to the top and make sure the water is nice warm enough for you to stand

He gently runs his fingers across your body and hooks his finger under your straps. Then he’ll unclip your bra while giving you the most sloppiest kiss ever

You fondle your fingers to eagerly get him naked too while he almost strip you bare

Endless moans escape your mouth while he leaves mini hickies near the crook of your neck and collar bone.

He slowly helps you into the tub first before joining in with you.

You lay your back up against him while he rubs your sweet clit in circular motions

He tells you about his day while he plays with your nipples and lather you up with more soap

You both just relax into each other and talk about random stuff

Eventually you both wash up and step out of the water while he gives you a towel first before drying himself off. You notice how sexy he looks with his hair damp around his ears.

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valvesandthings · 1 year

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Can you maybe do one where the reader is fragging Magnus in his office but then Rodimus calls and immediately knows what’s up and asks for details just to annoy Magnus. And the reader plays along because they think it would be funny so they say something like „he’s bend over the table“ and so on all while mags is failing miserably to deny anything and everything that is being said because he keeps moaning.

Sorry for the excessively long wait on this.

It was a rare treat, to catch Ultra Magnus so off guard, and you were beyond thrilled when you managed to trap him alone in his office. A bit of the loving manhandling that he liked, and it wasn’t difficult to get him bent over the desk, moaning for your spike.

You massaged Magnus’ sides as you rubbed your spike through the mess of his valve. He propped himself up on his elbows but when you slammed home, he bleated and scrambled for a proper hold on the edge of the desk. You grinned and used his lovely huge hips as handles to yank him back as you thrust forward. The scrape, scrape of his frame dragging back and forth on his once tidy desk wasn’t even loud enough to drown out the messy sounds of your joining.

You bent over and snagged one of Ultra Magnus’ finials, tugging it back sharply. Your name escaped him on a whisky breath, and was followed by a low, needy whine.

“You’re so wet for me,” you purred into his audial, “like you’ve been thinking about this all day. You dirty, dirty mech.”

Magnus’ back arched and he moaned through his clenched teeth.

Ringing erupted in the room. You both froze until you realized it was the phone. Ultra Magnus groaned, frustrated, but you resumed your brutal pace. Before Magnus could object, you reached around him and answered the call, on speaker.

“N-no!” Magnus stuttered, but it was already too late.

“Hey, Mags, you still in the office?” Rodimus’ voice filled the room, but he wasn’t quite loud enough to hide the clanging from your thrusts.

Magnus opened his mouth to try and answer, but all that came out was an all too obvious moan.

“Magnus is a bit busy at the moment,” you answered. You hilted your spike deep inside his fluttering valve and circled your hips, grinding against the sweet spot in the back of his valve. “Can I take a message?”

Rodimus hummed. “No surprise, he’s always doing something.” His voice had dropped a decimal and had turned borderline sultry. “Is he at his desk?”

Magnus shook his helm furiously because if he opened his mouth he’d just give himself away even more. But you thrust once, a hard snap of your hips, and he spat static.

“He’s bent over it,” you rumbled, all too happy to take this opportunity to tease your lover. “Taking my spike like a champ, aren’t you Magnus?”

“N-not at a-mph.” Magnus hung his helm and panted as you resumed your punishing pace, striking his ceiling node every time. “Rodimus,” he whined.

You chuckled and yanked back on Magnus’ audial, forcing him to look at you. “I think he wants your help, Rodimus,” you teased, “it seems his mouth is missing you.”

“Oh yeah?” Rodimus practically purred. “Should I come and keep you two company?”

Magnus tried to speak again but he was so far gone that nothing but moans and high pitched whines for more escaped.

You groaned and slowed down, fighting the burning, throbbing need to overload. “I don’t think he’ll be able to wait that long,” you said. “You’d better hurry.”

“Wait, really?” Rodimus asked, all sexiness gone from his voice.

You hummed. “Come help me stuff our dear Magnus.”

“Shit, give me two minutes!” And the line went dead.

You thrust lazily into Magnus. “I think I’ll let him take your mouth first,” you said, and Magnus moaned wildly as he overloaded. His valve clenched around you so tight and he cried out your name, pressing his hips back against yours, begging for more.

#valveplug #ultra magnus x reader

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luvkun4 · 1 year

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

KINKTOBER :: Daichi Sawamura + sex toys

⊱ summary ─── Of course your roommate would catch you touching yourself — his room was right across from yours and you were much louder than you thought you were. What you didn't expect was for him to assist you.

⊱ warnings ─── fem!reader, modern au, friends to lovers, perv!Daichi, slight voyeurism, female masturbation, use of sexy toys (vibrator, dildo), some dirty talk, fingering, some oral (f), overstim, multiple orgasms, not proofread

⊱ word count ─── 1.7k

a/n: idk how well i described the position he eventually puts you in, so here’s the clip i used as inspo if you’re confused

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Delicate fingers glide through the slick of your folds, a cold chill running up your spine at the feeling. It shocked you how wet you were already — perhaps holding off all day made you restless. It’s not like you had much of a choice, but that didn’t matter right now. You had been waiting all day for some time to yourself and you were finally getting it.

You sigh shakily, arching your back when your fingertips press against your swollen clit. A pleased hum escapes you as you continue playing with yourself, your whimpers getting louder the more you move your fingers. Impatiently, you slip a finger into your warmth, adding a second soon after. They slide in easily, your essence dripping around them.

You lose track of time with how lost in pleasure you become. You hadn’t realized you were so pent up, going as far as to bring out some toys. And that’s why now, you have a vibrator pressed to your clit as you pump a dildo in and out of your cunt. The only thing on your mind being how you couldn’t wait to feel the euphoric rush of your orgasm.

Daichi suddenly stops in his tracks in the hall, pausing to make sure his ears weren’t playing tricks on him. He had just gotten home from work, ready to go into his room and change — that was, until he heard moaning coming from yours. He steps closer to your door, feeling his heart pounding his chest with every step he takes. He knew what you were doing, he wasn’t so dense that he’d be oblivious.

Frozen, he stands outside your door, listening to the muffled noises coming from the other side. It was invasive of him, sinful, even, for him to be listening to you defile yourself. He knew it was wrong, knew that he should just ignore the whole situation and carry on to his room like he originally intended — yet, he couldn’t.

Daichi can feel his cheeks grow red the longer he stands there. He can feel his dick twitch in his pants as he presses his ear to the door. He can’t help but palm at his growing bulge when he hears you reach climax, biting his lip to avoid a groan escaping him.

With a sigh, you set your vibrator to the side, still slowly pumping the silicone toy in and out of your pulsing cunt. Despite finishing, you were nowhere near done — not fully satisfied. You give yourself a few seconds to breathe, cockwarming your toy as you massage your clit. The action makes you whine, a little higher pitched than you anticipated.

Daichi utters a swear to himself, groping himself to ease the aching of his cock. He no longer hears much noise coming from your room, assuming you must’ve been done. Part of him was disappointed, though he shouldn’t have been listening in the first place.

The urge to enter your room suddenly overcomes him, an inevitable feeling to satisfy his curiosity of what sight awaited him on the other side of the door. He thought about it for what felt like minutes, but was only a matter of seconds. Daichi knew better than to just let himself in, politely knocking on your door as if he hadn’t been standing there the entire time.

You jump at the sound, removing your toy and scrambling to cover yourself before he comes in. You’re not fast enough though, hearing a muffled “coming in” before your door creaks open. He always had permission to come in like that as long as he knocked, still, you didn’t even think he was home and didn’t have time to react until it was too late.

Daichi stands in the doorway flushed, his eyes immediately landing on your naked body. Admittedly, he was embarrassed, almost immediately regretting walking in on you. Almost. The other part of him, the much more sinful part, was ecstatic. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure how to feel. You had your entire body on display for him, your used toys thrown to the side of you.

“Uh, sorry, I should’ve waited for a response,” Daichi finally speaks, starting to turn his back towards you.

You don’t say anything, too flustered to find the words. He stops before actually leaving, his hand still on the doorknob.

“Are you done, by any chance?” he asks quietly, “I could help you finish… If you want.”

He had a feeling you would say no, all things considered. Daichi wasn’t even sure why he felt so confident all of a sudden, boldly offering his unnecessary assistance. Yet, you answer him.

“Okay.”

Daichi snaps his head in your direction, trying to suppress his smirk.

“Seriously?”

You nod, shifting on top of your mattress. The beating of your heart never slows as your roommate steps closer to you. You were suddenly aware of the temperature of the room, the cool air giving you goosebumps. The fact that you were so exposed for him had you feeling a bit insecure, but Daichi was quick to squash that thought.

“You’re gorgeous,” he praises, gently sitting at the edge of your bed.

His hands ghost over your skin, caressing your thighs as he climbs on top of you. He doesn’t bother asking to kiss you, taking your tilted-up chin as indication that you wanted him to. You moan into his mouth instinctively, reveling in his touch. He palms at your sides, trailing a hand between your legs.

Daichi eagerly runs his fingers through your slick, groaning into the kiss he has you trapped in. You grab his wrist to guide him, provoking him to go the extra mile. He takes the hint immediately, effortlessly slipping two fingers into your already fucked-out cunt. Your lips fall from his as a moan escapes you, your grip on his tightening for just a moment before you let him go.

“Mmm, fucked this pussy good, huh?” he questions rhetorically, his voice low as he speaks close to your lips.

You simply hum, bucking your hips up into his palm. Daichi keeps a steady pace, one you find perfect, considering how sensitive you are. He takes complete advantage of that fact, too, twisting and curling his fingers to brush your sweet spot and make you squirm.

“M-more Daichi, please,” you beg, yearning for more than what he was giving.

He chuckles, kissing your neck and slipping in a third finger. Your back arches, your cunt clenching around his thick digits. Daichi takes it upon himself to grab the vibrator that was beside you, mischievously grinning when he catches your expression.

Your eyes are shut, and you’re unaware of whatever Daichi had planned. Your entire body quivers and you moan a swear when he finally presses the toy to your clit. Daichi chuckles, kissing you to feel you whimper against his tongue.

“This feel good, baby?” he asks, shifting a little so his knees rest against your thighs.

You were squirming just as much as he would’ve anticipated, so he gently puts some of his weight on you to keep you still. You move around anyway, grabbing at his wrists despite your feverish nod.

“‘S too much,” you whine, your back arching, “M’gonna cum…”

Daichi lifts the vibe off, giving you a teasing yet quizzical stare. “Want me to stop?”

He leans forward before you answer, kissing you softly as he halts the movement of his fingers, “Or maybe you just want something bigger?”

“Daichi…”

He grins, knowing all too well what you wanted without needing to hear you say it. He tosses the vibe to the side, swiftly grabbing the back of your knees so you’re properly lying down. While you both hoped and expected him to fuck you, he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs your dildo, lying across your lower half.

Your legs are spread wide for him and he brings an arm over one, starting to glide the head of your dildo along the slick of your pussy. His other arm is wrapped under your other leg, keeping your legs spread. You gasp when the dildo slips in, evoking a satisfied hum from your roommate. You attempt to close your legs but the position he has you in prevents you from doing so.

Daichi squeezes your thigh, kissing your knee which is inches from his face. The hand that holds your toy pumps it steadily, though the pace didn’t seem to matter too much considering every action had your legs quivering.

“You’re a mess,” Daichi whispers, bringing his head down to lick your clit.

You try to close your legs again, but you're unsuccessful against his strength. He moans against your pussy, needily lapping at your nub to stimulate you further.

“Gonna cum for me, beautiful?” he questions, lifting his head to kiss your thigh.

“Fuck, y-yes,” you mumble, gripping the sheets beneath you.

“C’mon,” Daichi encourages, pumping the silicone cock a little faster, “I got you baby.”

Your breaths are shaky and you find it nearly impossible to sit still for him. Daichi calmly continues, every so often bringing his tongue back to your clit. Eventually though, you can no longer hold yourself back, creaming around the toy stuffed in your cunt.

“Fuck, good girl,” he praises, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your eyes feel heavy and your hips still jolt with every stroke. He lets up after a minute, finally letting you breathe. You can’t help but smile out of bliss, lying there tired yet pleased. Daichi gets off of you, slowly removing the dildo and watching your cunt clench from the absence. He so badly wanted to watch you lick your toy clean, or even bury his face between your thighs to clean you up, but he refrains.

“I’m gonna run you a bath,” he says, quickly kissing your forehead as he gets up.

You grab his hand before he can leave.

“Stay a second,” you whisper, your voice raspy, “I just need a couple minutes.”

Daichi cocks an eyebrow, confused. He sits beside you, pulling you into his arms just to comfort you in whatever way he could. The position gives you easy access to the noticeable bulge in his slacks, your hand nonchalantly reaching out to cup it. He sucks in a breath and you giggle, tilting your head up.

“I’ll take care of it for you,” you state, “I can go one more time.”

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mattmurdock42 · 6 months

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Henry Cavill x Female reader

Him calming you from your insecurities with your body/ body dismorphia/

Fluff

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Pov: you were getting dressed after taking a shower on a saturday night. You and your husband needed to get up early, because you had a family lunch, but before, as always, you two used to go to the gym. These past few days you became really insecure with your body, and he noticed that. He was sad because he didn´t know how you could be insecure with something he loved so much. He was already pissed with that situation, seeing you hide your body from him, even knowing how he saw every inch of it on the past 15 years. You´d never turn your back to him ( hiding your arms), you didn´t cuddled anymore and you´d not get naked in front of him, (like, getting dressed after shower or change your clothes). He decided he needed to do something. After that shower, he appeared out of nowhere behind you and grabbed your waist. You freezed, first for the fright, after, for noticing where his hands were.

Y/N: Henry, take your hands of, please.

Henry: no way.

Y/N: please, i need to put my pajamas.

Henry: i´m not holding your arms, put it.

You coudn´t move, you couldn´t breathe. You tried to take his hands off from you, but it was the same as nothing.

Y/N: honey, if you want to have sex, tonight i´m a little tired, so i can give you a hand job and a massage. (you say as you put your hand on his)

Henry: I want to know what is happening with you.

Y/N: it was just a rushed day, that´s why i´m tired.

Henry: You know what i mean. (as he said that, he turned you to his front, fast and quick, so you couldn´t scape)

Y/N: please, i don´t wanna talk about that, it will pass. ( you say looking deep at his blue eyes, thinking how your´s were boring, just a black circle, in which you couldn´t difere the iris from the pupil)

Henry: darling, i love you so much, i can´t stand anymore seeing you in this suffering, please, talk to me.

You put your head on his cheast, so to hide your face, while that time, he never let go of your waist, and you secretly starting to panic because of that.

Y/N: i´m insecure of my body because i might have gained weight.

He doesn´t say anything, just absorving the information.

Y/N: i don´t like my thighs, they are fat and soft. My belly seems like i´ve been pregnant for 5 months. My arms look like i´m old and fat. My neck is horrendous, my whrists are fat, my fingers, my hands, my breasts, my face, my anclkes, everything. It feels like i´m trapped on a bubble and i can´t get out, i can´t breathe or move. But when i´m alone i feel safe, so i hide.

After a minute with him in silence, you put your hand on his chest and massages it. You can feel his breath.

Heny: Y/N, I... I...

You two stayed in silence for more minutes.

Y/N: you asked me to tell you, if you are angry with me, it´s not entirelly my fault.

Henry: I´m not mad at you.

You tried to scape from him but he wouldn´t let you go. Suddenly he takes you on his arms and hugs you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder, as you were still without your pajama shirt. He lifts you, still on the hug, and you holds tight on him, afraid of falling, then he takes you to the bed and lies you down, staying on top of you, grabbing your waist tighter.

Henry: I don´t know how you can not like your body. Your tights are so pretty, they are the right size to beeing perfect. Your belly is not fat, it looks amazing and so sexy on a tube dress, so are your breasts. Your wrists are fine, so are your fingers, your hands, your anckles, your arms and everything else. You are the prettiest and sexiest woman i´ve ever known. To prove my point, i´ve married you. Do not feel bad about your body. Bodys are something organic, that means you can´t control the shape that it assumes. You can only control some other things to make it healthy. But the shape, everyone has a different one.

Y/N: but i feel like i eat to much, and i can´t control it.

Henry: you eat enough. If you feel bad about it, talk to me, so we can analise and find a solution togheter, ok?

You nod.

Henry: please, don´t hide your body from me, it breaks my heart to see you like that.

Y/N: ok

Henry: do not care for what others say, for then, you will never be enought on nothing, or you are to fat or to skinny. You just have to feel nice in your body. If someday you ask me if you are too fat, i´ll tell you the truth, but not because of your looks, but yes your healthy on the future, ok? And i can assure you, you are not fat now, not even close.

You put your hands on his face and says

Y/Y: Thank you, for staying by my side.

Henry: always, i´m not here just for your body, i can never be bored near you, you are so smart, intelligent, funny and cocky, that i can´t think of you insecure.

He let your waist go, lieyng besides you, taking you on his lap, cuddling.

You two sleept like that, feeling each other. Him loving you even more, now that you shared your thoughts, he loved how he could calm you.

The next day you woke up and went to the gym, he always keeping an close eye on you, to make sure that you were okay. As it was sunday morning there was almost no one. Getting home, you took a shower togheter and went to the family lunch.

#henry cavill #superman #dc universe #fanfiction #henry cavil husband #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill canon #henry cavill fluff #fluff #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt

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mx-pastelwriting · 1 year

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Hello Can I request Gang Orca x reader nsfw. Kugo was just finished teaching for the day when the reader came in a revealing outfit. She sat on kugo’s lap and praised kugo for looking so sexy at a teacher. Kugo moaned when she roughly grind against his clothed cock his hands instantly going to her hips. The reader giggled and continued until he was rock hard, she unzipped his pants before pulling him out. (He only has 1 cock in this version please the idea of two doesn’t sit right with me all the time). Normally she would give him a blow job but she stripped the reminder of her clothes before lining up on his cock. Kugo helped her and the two moaned loudly once he was half in. She grew more and more wet sinking him in further and further before eventually she down on him completely. Kugo grabbed her tits and thrusted his cock in her. Moans and loud groans could be heard from the classroom and sloppy kissing at well. Kugo groped her as she pulled his tie and begged him to cum inside. He’s was really surprised but the way she was squeezing him gave him a clear answer. She cried out “teacher” and kugo growled right before they came at the same time. Kugo filled her up in mere seconds and the reader whined feeling full. Kugo wiggled his cock inside her as he shot more cum. Kugo saw her stomach slowly get bigger and gently rubbed it. They sat there like that for minutes until they heard someone knowing on the door. Before they could even say to not come in all might walks in and immediately screams in shock as kugo continued to fill the reader. He runs out and locks the door as kugo finally finishes and both of them die of embarrassment.

Got to yours, Thank you for the long request love the idea! I don't feel to comfortable with calling him teacher or them being in the school but I will make it work for you!!

Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata) x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warnings: Smut, Uses of “Sir”, Taking Kugo in all, All-Might sees you after, Established Relationship

Minors do not interact!

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The sound of Kugo unlocking made you sit up and start quickly turning off the TV. It was a longer wait than you expected, so putting the TV on mute was the safest option for something to kill time. You straighten out your outfit, which you had planned out for months, but Kugo always came home, ate, then crashed on your bed. Your sex life has been sad these past few months.

You place your hands on your thighs, and your back straightens as you sit on the couch, waiting for your big man to come in. to see your little surprise. Biting your lip in hope for him not to be drop-dead exhausted from work, your eyes lock as he goes to close the door behind him. His eyes sparked with shock, then flashed with lust. His face grew with a smirk, yours following. "All for me, angelfish?" Still biting your lip, you nod slowly as he places his briefcase down on the floor along with his suit jacket.

You can hear his breath low but quickened, his eyes licking up every inch of your body, the outfit you put on just for him. Just the idea of that made his cock rise in his tight pants. He approached you slowly.He said nothing but look into your eyes, your head leveling his cock, which you can see struggling against his pants.

"Please Sir," you whisper as his thumb runs against your lip before entering your mouth and landing on your soft tongue. You move your teeth away, letting your tongue take over sucking his thumb as you would with his cock. A low moan comes from him, feeling that you simulate what he wishes for every night.

He hesitatingly pulled his thumb from your mouth, moving next to you to sit with his legs open, his bulge begging for your attention. "Sit." His voice was deep, hiding his tiredness. “Yes Sir” you whisper quickly saddled him, your stomach pooling with lust and your insides aching for him. His hand met your hips before traveling up your body, squeezing your skin and moving up the thin fabric of your outfit.

A low growl continues from him, only getting louder as you start to unbutton his shirt, not making him take it off, only wanting to feel his smooth, hot skin. Moving down, you unbutton his pants, letting out his thick cock. You licked your lips, seeing how it twitched and throbbed in the air. Looking up at his red eyes that stared at you with such power that it made you shiver in his lap, the only things keeping you grounded were his rough hands and his thickly muscled thighs.

Kugo's finger finds its way under your outfit, which covers what he desires most. He carelessly rips it before grabbing your hips and moving you against his cock. Your moans fill the living room but are quickly replaced with the buzzing of Kugo's phone. He groans, letting you take him on your own as his hands leave your hips to grab his phone, answering it with such a turn of his lust-controlled demeanor.

Hearing the voice on the line, you can only guess it's All-Might; Kugo had only come home minutes ago. You huff, thinking about what you could do to pull him away and onto you, and it doesn't take long for an idea to pop up and for you to act on it. Slowly moving down onto his thick cock, which begged to be in you from the moment he saw you. Though you only took all of him once, as it destroyed you, you need more focus.

Out of spite for not having any help from Kugo, you let gravity help. A smirk grew on your face at the rumble in his chest that was quickly covered up with a cough. You both bit back a moan as all you could feel was the warmth of each other; his fingers dug into you and his brain was turning into mush, only giving short answers on the phone.

He fit perfectly in you, only leaving an inch that couldn't fit, grabbing his tie as you started to bounce. His eyes fixed on the sight of his cock in you, he groans in frustration, finally giving an excuse and ending the call. "Your naughty angel," he says in a hoarse voice. You huff and laugh in pride, using your knees to lift off, but he stops you. “Sir, I can't." You moan out, feeling his cock crave out of your insides again.

"Then let me teach you how angelfish" His voice was velvet as he licked your chest, teasing your nipples. Your hands find his big arms and hold them for support as he uses his to bounce you; the sound of your moans finally being free will echo through the house. "Just like that, oh fuck," you gasped as your neck rolled back with your eyes and your mouth agape. Kugo puts his two fingers in, letting you suck on his fingers once more.

He thrusts his hips up, following your bounces: "You're doing so well, angel." He moaned, "Don't stop." His stuttered words broke through your drunken haze, as did the feeling of his legs and hips locking up. He was close, and so were you. As much as you wanted to feel him melt your mind, you wanted his cum to fill you up.

"Fill me up, please!" He growled his cock and twitched at your words, "Fuck Sir, cum in me please!" He placed his hands on your hip before laying you on the coffee table; his thrusts were sloppy and rough. His head dug into your neck as his hands dug into your hips, but it didn't stop his loud moans as he filled you up, causing you to follow with your climax.

Heavy breaths sound out from you both as you road out your highs; even as he calmed down, his cock was dug deep, not making any plans on moving from its warm spot. The noise of the doorbell made you both curse, and Kugo, unwilling to answer it, got up, pulling up his pants and fixing his shirt before answering it.

Of course, it was All-Might. You laughed at the realization, but it didn't last long as he made his way past Kugo. His eyes locked onto you as you laid on the coffee with Kugo's cum spilling out of you. All-Might covered his eyes with his hand, making his exit seconds after his entrance. Kugo sighed, seeing All-Might run from the situation.

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