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[fictionalbookworm02]

Brother’s Best Friend

request: rooster and you in a secret relationship and hangman is your older brother

a/n: first rooster fic who cheered?!? i hope you guys like this one bc i intend to keep writing for him and hangman and i guess i’m officially in the fandom now👀 let me know what you think! <3

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin!Reader

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, smut, age gap, daddy kink, slight degradation (?), unprotected sex

word count: 2.4k (of pure filth)

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It’s not a secret that your brother’s colleagues flirt with you, jokingly, whenever you’re around. Jake seems to have made his peace with it, as long as he’s aware that no one would ever think to actually do something about it. It’s an unspoken rule: no one touches Hangman’s little sister. No questions asked. No exceptions.

However, what your brother doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right? After all, you tried to keep your distance the second you realized that your attraction runs deep, but Bradley sure as hell isn’t a man who backs down from a fight.

There’s always been a tension between you and him, one that you both attempted to push into the back of your minds, but failed miserably to do so. He knew he was a goner from the moment he laid eyes on you, and although it was wrong, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, in any scenario. He wasn’t going to let it go either until you admitted that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, until you let him take you out on a date and bring you back to his apartment, until you were a writhing mess underneath him, begging oh-so deliciously for him. At that point, how was either of you supposed to put an end to this?

That’s how you find yourself in your current situation. You’re sat on a bar stool, listening to Coyote talking your ear off about God knows what, while your secret boyfriend watches you from afar. Every time your eye catches his gaze still fixed on your figure, a particular glint of hunger swimming behind his dilated pupils, you squirm in your sit, hoping that no one notices the way you press your thighs together. Well, no one except him.

Licking his lips for what seems the umpteenth time, he brings his beer to his mouth, taking a long sip and never taking his eyes off of you in the process. It’s been too damn long since he’s had the chance to rip your clothes off and he doesn’t know how long he’s going to be able to keep himself from devouring you, even if it means doing it in front of all these people, including your brother. Never in a million years would he have thought to be in a relationship not only with his friend’s sister, but with a woman who’s fifteen years younger than him, and yet, here he is, stopping himself from rubbing his growing hard on as he stares at you.

Your hands smooth the bottom of your dress, trying to keep your composure as you send the man beside you a fake smile. It’s not that you don’t want to listen to him, but you’d much rather be in a completely different situation right now.

Finally, you notice Jake leaving the building with a girl under his arm and a smirk on his lips. You all but shake in anticipation when you mutter an apology to Coyote and begin to slowly walk towards the empty chair that’s waiting for you in front of Rooster.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you purr as you take your sit, letting his eyes run up and down your body. It’s obvious that you know what you’re doing when you call him by his rank, smiling proudly at yourself at the clear effect that you’re having on him.

“Sweetheart,” he rasps in response.

You try not to focus on his lips, nor his mustache, and you surely try your hardest not to think about how the last time you were alone with him it was covered in your —

“So,” he interrupts your thoughts, a slight warmth creeping up your cheeks at the memory that your brain has decided to haunt you with, “How have you been?”

You both know that Jake has eyes and ears everywhere, which is why you make it seem like you’re just two friends catching up instead of two people who are too deep in a secret relationship.

Crossing one leg on top of the other, knowingly bringing his attention on the exposed flesh, “I’ve been good,” you reply, “You?”

He straightens up as he feels his pants getting tighter the more he looks at you. “Me, too. Could be better though.”

“And why’s that?”

He clicks his tongue, “I think you know why.” Slipping the unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt off his shoulders, he gives you a good view of his muscular arms, barely covered by the white t-shirt that seems to want to rip every time he moves. You swear your mouth waters at the sight, the only thought in your mind being the remembrance of those same arms wrapped around your neck from behind, choking you in the most panty-dropping way. If he’s not going to do anything, then it’s your turn to lure him to your apartment tonight, for there’s no way that you’re not ending this evening beneath Bradley Bradshaw.

You get up, causing a frown to appear on his features while you step around the table to stand behind him. Bending down, you place your hands on his shoulders, then you let them run down his arms, almost making a groan escape from his throat before you whisper in his ear, “If you want me to make it all better, you should come around mine tonight.” You press your mouth against his neck, smirking as you feel his pulse racing on your lips.

“Y/n —“

“Or I can find someone else to take care of me.” You taunt him, reaching your goal when you see his knuckles turn white around the cold beer in his grip.

“Behave.” He all but growls, succeeding in making you feel dizzy with arousal.

“Make me.” You breathe in his ear, and you’re lucky that he hasn’t bent you over the table and fucked you right here, right now.

“You better be there in ten.”

You hum. “Oh, and one more thing,” you seductively bite his earlobe, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

With that, you begin to leave, moving your hips for you know he’s watching you with lust filled eyes now. You turn around, catching his gaze before you yell out, “See ya, Lieutenant.”

—

As you hear the sound of keys rattling, you thank your past self for telling Bradley where you keep your spare keys. You’re casually drinking water in your kitchen and standing in front of the counter when he bursts through the door, looking mad and hot. So goddamn hot, you think.

“Long time no see.” You joke as he shuts the door behind him.

“What the fuck was that?” The low and dangerous tone of his voice only makes you want him more and push his buttons.

“What was what?” You ask innocently.

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself trapped between his body and the kitchen counter behind you. “I think you like driving me crazy too much.”

“Oh no, Lieutenant,” you raise on your tiptoes in order to place your lips next to his ear, “I love it.”

And after a week of no physical contact, Bradley finally decides to grab your neck and claim your mouth with need. You both moan into the kiss as he easily takes control of your body by making you jump on the counter. His hands fly to your bare thighs and make their way under your dress, only to find out that you were telling the truth about the lack of underwear. Groaning against your lips, he pulls you impossibly closer and runs his palms up your waist. Your fingers find their home in his hair, pulling at the blonde strands.

Reluctantly pulling away, he quickly gets rid of your dress, throwing it somewhere across the room before his lips fall on your neck. Open-mouthed kisses are left on your skin as he makes way to your naked chest. His tongue licks your hard nipple once, slowly and torturously, then he wraps his mouth around it. You can only throw your head back and let out heavy breaths at the feeling of his experienced tongue. He doesn’t stop his attack on your breasts, even when you begin to whine and thrash in his hold.

“Fuck — I love these tits,” he mumbles before softly biting down on your nipple.

“Bradley, please.” You whimper. You can feel your arousal dripping on the surface below you and you only want him to do something — anything.

“You can beg better than that, sweetheart.” He smirks.

He kisses his way up your neck again, making you cry his name again, but it’s not enough. “Please, do something, please…daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He growls.

In one swift motion, he throws your legs over his shoulders and pulls your wet pussy so close to his face that you can feel his breath fanning out as he asks, “What do you want daddy to do, sweetheart?”

Grabbing his hair, “Make me cum, please.” You plead.

How could he ever deny such a sweet request? His tongue delves between your folds, licking up a long stripe as you let out the most pornographic moan he’s ever heard. He starts to eat you out as if it were the last thing he’ll ever do and, by the way you mewl and whine for daddy, it might actually be, because you’re going to kill him. His mustache tickles your clit as he teases your puckered hole with the tip of his tongue. When his lips close around the swollen and slicked bundle of nerves, you instinctively push his head deeper, resulting in him moaning against you and gripping your thighs tightly. The vibrations are too much and you let out a cry of daddy that causes another throaty sound to come out of the man between your legs.

“Want your cock, daddy,” you manage to say between whines, “Please, I need your cock.”

He raises his head from between your thighs to look up at you, one hand still holding his hair and the other playing with your own breast, and if the sight alone didn’t make him cum in his pants like a teenager, nothing ever will.

“You want daddy’s cock, mh? Don’t you wanna cum all over my face?”

You shake your head, “No, I need you.”

Without even giving you the chance of understanding what is going on, he manhandles you until you’re bent over the counter and your ass is pressed against his covered member. He quickly takes his shirt off and sneaks an arm around your stomach, making you feel his muscled torso on your back. Your hand flies back to his head, holding his neck while you wiggle your backside, waiting for him to give you what you’re both craving so desperately.

With his free hand, he unbuckles his belt, the sound almost making you moan, and lets his pants and underwear fall on the ground as he talks lewd in your ear. “You want daddy to make you feel good, sweetheart? You couldn’t wait to cum on daddy’s cock, huh? Such a greedy little girl.”

As his cock catches with the tight ring of muscles, you throw your head on his shoulder, your eyes rolling back as he slowly bottoms out inside your seeping hole. You breathe in each other’s mouth, completely open while you enjoy the feeling of his cock resting inside the tight and warm walls of your pussy. His hands grab your breasts before he begins to thrust inside you, setting a slow and hard pace.

“‘S this what you wanted? Daddy deep inside you?” He grunts in your ear.

“So deep.” You moan and he chuckles at your fucked out expression.

God, he loves having you like this.

“You can take it, sweetheart. You’ve done it before.”

One of his hands sneaks up your neck, choking you just the way he knows you desire, and the other goes down to your pussy until the pads of his fingers find your clit, rubbing it quickly. The pace of his hips accelerates, the sound of skin slapping fills the room, along your babbling of daddy’s that only make him fuck you harder.

“Aw, are you cock-drunk f’me? Are you gonna cum all over me, baby? Gonna drench daddy’s cock, aren’t you?” He groans as he feels your walls contracting around him. “Are you gonna be a good girl f’me?” He pats your clit harshly and you gasp.

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble, “Wanna be your good girl.”

“Then, cum.” He orders.

And Bradley has always known your body better than you do because as soon as those words leave his lips, your pussy begins to spasm around his member, tightly gripping it while you come undone in his arms and with his name on your tongue. If it weren’t for his strong hold, you would’ve been in a puddle on the floor by now, but instead, he’s still sloppily thrusting in and out of your stretched hole, riding out your high.

“Daddy…” You whine breathlessly as you pull his head down by his neck.

“What d’you want, baby?”

“Want your cum.” You whimper, pushing down on his still hard member. “Please.”

He groans, picking up his pace once again, “Gonna be the death of me.”

His lips catch yours in a mind blowing kiss, moaning and grunting in your mouth as he releases inside of you, filling you up and making you gasp. Your muscles are sore and you’re sweating, however, you wish to stay like this until your legs give out. Bradley’s hands stroke your skin, humming against your neck as he peppers kisses on the delicate skin.

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to take my hands off of you.” He murmurs and a sudden warmth licks down your spine at his words.

“And I don’t want you to.”

Grinning, he adds next, “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you.”

After spending the rest of the night underneath the sheets of your bed, now smelling like your boyfriend, you rest your back on the comfortable mattress as he hovers above you. You smile up at him, making his heart skip a beat, and force him down for a kiss. As you wrap your legs around his waist and feel his hands grope your thighs, the sound of keys jangling catches both his and your attention.

“Yo, Y/n,” your brother calls from the entrance of your apartment, “Are you home?”

You and Bradley look at each other like two deers in headlights.

Shit.

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[fictionalbookworm02]

Easy Like Sunday Morning - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Lazy Sunday mornings are few and far between for you and Bradley. When they do happen, you make the best of them.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: smut, unprotected p in v (or at least, no protection mentioned), dirty talk, praise kink, Bradley worshipping you. Sort of CNC (both parties are awake though when the actual act occurs?)

word count: 1.5k

The morning sun peeked through the curtains over the large window in your bedroom. You yawned and stretched, a much needed gesture after a solid eight hours of fighting Bradley for the covers throughout the night. Beside you, he lay in bed, still snoring peacefully - you were convinced at this point an atom bomb could probably detonate beside his eardrum and he still wouldn’t stir.  His tanned arm rested just over the covers, his hand loosely gripping the fabric as he slept. He turned onto his side, causing the blanket to drop slightly, exposing a landscape of golden sunkissed skin dotted with freckles across his shoulders and upper back. Bradley would never admit to it, but he’d been hitting the gym harder lately, and it was starting to show more so as the muscles in his back tensed and flexed as he got comfortable. 

Bradley had always been a good looking man. You swore that from the moment you first saw him - dressed in his khaki uniform walking down the streets in Coronado as he and a couple of friends decided to grab lunch off base that day after a briefing. You’d been out for lunch with one of your friends, and Bradley caught your eye from a mile away. Tall, dark, broad-shouldered and handsome - he was perfectly your type. As luck would have it, it turned out that he’d had his eye on you at the same time. Before leaving that afternoon, he’d stopped by the table where you were dining and flashed this beautifully crooked smile at you, the kind that made you just absolutely melt on the spot.

“Sorry for interrupting your lunch, but I couldn’t walk away without telling you how beautiful you are.”

His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine when he spoke, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as your brain processed what he’d said. He laughed when you told him he was sweet, his cheeks becoming rosy as you teased him, and that was that - within a couple of days, he was calling you for a date, and now, two years later, he was sound asleep in bed beside you, in the house you two had purchased together a few short months ago. 

You gently placed a kiss to his shoulder blade as you reminisced to yourself about meeting Bradley for the first time, causing him to murmur something softly, eyelids fluttering for a moment before remaining shut. After a few minutes, Bradley flipped back to lay on his back, grumbling quietly as he settled himself back into his rest. His curls were tousled messily from his tossing and turning, something that Bradley would quickly tame the moment he woke up with some hair styling products he had stashed away, specifically for making sure his hair remained in Navy regulation at every moment. 

You began to kiss his shoulder again, gently peppering his soft skin with tender kisses as he slept, showering him with affection. Bradley’s eyes fluttered again, a soft smirk forming on his lips as he glanced down at you, your trail of kisses now heading further towards his chest. He hummed softly and shut his eyes again, enjoying your display of tenderness towards him on this lazy morning. 

As you trailed your mouth down his body, you peeled back the blankets gently - trying your best not to wake him abruptly. You danced your fingers down his chest to his abdomen, your lips following suit. Once you reached the waistband of his boxer briefs, you delicately placed another kiss to the light trail of hair that extended from his naval to his waistline before sitting yourself upright. Carefully, you straddled his waist, taking care to seat yourself gently on his abdomen. You ducked your head down to begin kissing at his ear, which prompted a soft groan from Bradley.

“Mornin’, honey,” he said sleepily as he blinked his bleary brown eyes a few times in an effort to focus them on you. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you hummed, your lips leaving a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses along his neck, something Bradley could never resist. 

“Mhmm,” Bradley shook his head, a strained chuckle falling from his lips as he shifted underneath you in the bed. “Honey, you’re making it really, really hard for me to not just flip you over and-” 

You raised a challenging eyebrow as you hovered yourself over top of his lap, settling down on the tenting fabric of his boxers. Grinding yourself against him, Bradley let out a deep grunt, shaking his head as he reached out and grabbed at your hips. He held you firmly in place, guiding your as you moved back and forth, rubbing yourself over top of his boxers. 

Bradley gazed up at you with lust-filled eyes as he pushed you back onto his thighs for a moment, reaching a hand down to shove the restricting fabric back off his waist. Your fingers teased and taunted him as you slowly pulled back his boxers, his hardening cock springing forwards as you freed it. Taking his length in your hand, you stroked it gently, your thumb tracing soft, delicate circles around the tip. 

“Honey, you’re killing me here,” Bradley rasped, watching you carefully as you continued to toy with him, pumping your hand along his shaft with just enough pressure to drive him crazy.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Roo,” you purred, using his callsign as a means to tease him.

“Fuck,” he panted, shaking his head for a minute to try and compose himself, “I need you to ride me, pretty girl. Think you’re up for it?”

“I think I can handle it.” 

You lifted the hem of Bradley’s t-shirt that you’d slept in up, just enough to keep it out of the way as you positioned yourself over top of him. You slid down on to him with a soft whine, tilting your head to the side as you looked down at him, pressing your palms flat against his chest to steady yourself. 

“Fuck, that’s it, honey. Lookin’ so pretty bouncing up and down on my cock,” Bradley grunted, his large hands reaching for any part of you he could get a grip on, settling for your thighs.

You bobbed yourself up and down on him with ease, working yourself into a rhythm as you rode Bradley. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your thigh, causing you to whine as you sped up your movements. Bradley’s hands snuck their way up the bottom of your shirt, gliding their way against your sensitive skin before cupping your breasts. He gave them a playful squeeze before sliding them back down to your waist, guiding you up and down on him as he felt your walls beginning to clench around his cock. 

“S-so close, Bradley,” you whined, throwing your head back before darting your eyes down to meet his steely gaze. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it go for me, honey, I’ve got ya.” he coached, his hands tightening their grip on your hips.

You gasped as you felt Bradley switch his hand placement, one of his hands drifting to your abdomen. He reached down and pressed his fingertip into your clit, massaging it in circles as you rode him. Your orgasm hit you almost immediately after he made contact with your sensitive nub, a wicked grin formed on Bradley’s lips as he watched your thighs shake and the movement of your hips become less precise as you fell apart on him.

Bradley snapped his hips forwards into you, thrusting hard and deep into your throbbing cunt. He desperately pounded into you, his breath hitching in his throat as he brought himself close to the edge. Your name fell from his lips like a sacred prayer, repeating it over and over as his voice rasped - as if there was nothing else on his mind than you.

“Fuck, so good, honey, you feel so fucking good. You’re so good to me, baby girl.” he praised, worshipping you as he came down from his climax.

Breathlessly, you leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a feverish, passionate kiss. Your teeth grazed at his plump bottom lip gently as you pulled your head back, a grin forming on your features as you looked down at him.

“That’s one way to wake me up,” he laughed, shaking his head before gazing up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. 

“Come on,” you grinned, tapping his thigh as you dismounted from his waist, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you coming with me, Roo?”

Bradley grinned, raising his dark eyebrow at you as he watched you walk towards the bedroom door. 

“I wouldn’t miss it.” 

[fictionalbookworm02]

Don't Be A Tease - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: It's a hot summer day in San Diego, and you and Bradley are struggling to stay cool. Things only heat up further when Bradley sees your solution to beating the heat.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: masturbating (m), swearing, unprotected p in v, praise kink,

word count: 1.1k

You sat out on the back porch of your house, the sun beating down on you as you licked your popsicle. It was ridiculously hot out in San Diego today, and you and your boyfriend were trying your best to beat the summer heat. Bradley  was out, getting a few groceries and some floor fans to help keep the house cool where the air conditioner couldn’t reach.

You pushed your sunglasses up higher on your nose, leaning back in your lawn chair as you continued to eat your popsicle. You were dressed as coolly as possible - a pale blue halter top and skirt, your hair in braids to keep it off of your neck.

You dragged your tongue along your popsicle, the cherry flavoured, pink juice refreshing as you tried to keep cool.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” 

You turned your head to see Bradley’s tall, tanned frame standing to your left, his arms full of of groceries, his tight fitting sleeveless top, Hawaiian shirt and cargo short combo fitting his muscular body just right. 

“I don’t know, baby,” you grinned at him, “you tell me.”

Bradley  raised an eyebrow, laughing softly, “I’ll be out in a minute, babe. I’m just going to put this stuff away first.” 

He walked back into the house and you continued to finish eating your popsicle before tossing the stick in the garbage can outside. You headed back inside to wash your hands, seeing that Bradley  had finished putting everything away already. You called his name, trying to see where he’d gone to, but there was no response.

You wandered around the house, checking the bathroom and the living room before heading upstairs. You figured he was probably setting the fans up in your bedroom, because it was almost always so hot up there.

You reached for the handle, about to open the door, when you heard a soft grunting sound coming from the other side. You raised an eyebrow, opening it. 

“Bradley? What are you..,oh,” you laughed softly, seeing Bradley with his hand down his boxers, his curls sticking to his forehead, dampened with sweat as he jumped, his hand remaining in place. 

“Sorry, just, uh, just a sec, ok?” he started, his cheeks reddening as he spoke.

“Do you want some help?” you smirked, watching as he continued to stroke his cock, biting his lip hard as he stared at you standing in front of him.

You strolled over to the bed, sitting beside him as you watched him touch himself. You were getting way too much enjoyment out of this, and he knew it too. You were completely driving him wild, and you loved it.

“You know, you need to stop touching yourself if you want my help, baby.” you teased.

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week.” Bradley hissed.

You shrugged your shoulders, your grin matching his as you watched him, “I’ll take that.”

He grinned at you, his hazel eyes burning with lust as he pulled his hand out from underneath his boxer shorts, getting up onto his knees as he watched you. He gestured for you to get up onto your knees, your back facing him. You knew exactly what he wanted to do.

His hand rested on your lower back as you got on all fours in front of him, the other hand giving your ass a hard, firm smack as he watched you react. He slid your skirt up, revealing your lace thong. He slid them off down your legs, tilting his head down between them. He gently pushed your thighs open, his tongue dragging over your wet slit. You let out a loud moan as he flicked his tongue out at your clit.

You felt Bradley run the hardened tip of his cock along your slit, a soft groan escaping your lips. 

Suddenly, Bradley pushed his tip inside of you, causing your body to jerk forward slightly. You took in a sharp breath as you adjusted to his size - he wasn’t small by any means, in more ways than one.

“You like that, pretty girl? Gonna be good for me now, honey?” he hissed, grinning as you gripped the sheets tightly.

You were about to answer him, but he began to thrust sharply into you, his body moving rhythmically with you, his tip hitting your spot with each and every thrust. He pounded into you, giving it to you as hard as you had ever gotten it before, and you were being driven completely wild by it.

“Fuck, Bradley!” you screamed as he continued to thrust into you.

You threw your head back, and you felt his hand grab a hold of your hair. He gave your hair a tug, pulling your head back to face his as he thrusted harder into you. He wanted to see your face, he loved seeing every look, every reaction, he loved seeing you when you were having sex. He’d watch so intently, and today was no exception.

“You feel so fucking good, honey, and you look like a fucking dream from here.” he grunted.

“Y-you’re gonna make me -” you started, your voice cut off by screams.

Bradley  continued to thrust hard and fast, his movements becoming sloppier as he got closer to his own climax. You knew you were almost as your breaking point, and you could feel your whole body shake with ecstasy as he pounded into your spot. 

“Let go for me, pretty girl”,  he hissed into your ear, his hand pulling your hair tightly again.

Practically on cue, you felt your body tense up, unable to control yourself any longer. Bradley  grunted loudly as your juices covered his cock, his own orgasm following not far behind yours.

Your bodies moved simultaneously together as you rode it out, a flurry of moans and swear words escaping both of your mouths as you finished together. You whined softly as Bradley pulled out of you, his lips gently kissing your shoulder as he stroked your hair.

He leaned forward to your ear, whispering softly into it, you could practically hear his signature cheeky grin in his words.

“Next time, beautiful, don’t tease me like that.”

[fictionalbookworm02]

Can't Get Enough of You Baby - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: You're trying to get ready for a night out with your friends, but Bradley gets distracted easily once he sees you.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader

prompt: no. 2 + no. 2

warnings/content: oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, swearing, rooster being really good at giving oral (i think that's it?)

word count: 1k

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“Bradley,” you laughed as he firmly pressed his lips to your neck, nuzzling into you. His mustache tickled your sensitive skin as he kissed you and you could practically feel him grinning against your skin. 

“What?” He said as he turned his head to meet your gaze, his eyes feigning innocence as he looked at you, a smirk forming on his lips. Bradley grinned as he kissed at your neck again, his lips leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses along your skin as his hand made its way to your waist, pulling you in closer to his body. 

“You know exactly what, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you smirked as you bit down on your plump bottom lip to stifle a moan of pleasure that was threatening to escape your mouth. 

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that, babe,” Bradley grinned again as he pulled your body in as close as you physically could be to him, his hands now wandering from your waist to the button on your jeans, “You know, I can never seem to get enough of you? You drive me crazy.” He laughed softly, shaking his head as he ducked his head down, pressing his lips to your exposed collarbone, sucking gently on your skin. 

“Bradley, stop teasing, I have to finish getting ready,” you said in a half-assed protest as his lips continued to nip at your collarbone. You inhaled sharply as you felt him slip his hand down the front of your jeans, his fingers gently toying with your underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he wasn’t about to let a football watch party at The Hard Deck with your friends stop him.

“We’ll just show up late, no big deal,” His voice was like velvet as he tried to persuade you, sliding your underwear to the side as he ran two of his fingers along your slit. “Besides, you look perfect just like this,” he grinned at you as he dragged his fingers back and forth over your opening, fully enjoying just how badly you wanted him. 

Before you could come back with a retort of your own to him, Bradley pushed his fingers into your core, curving them slightly to hit exactly where you wanted him. You let out a moan as you felt his touch, his lips curling upwards into a devilish smile as he began pumping them in and out of your core. 

“You like that? You like when I play with you like this, beautiful?” He hummed as he leaned in to kiss your neck again, that same smirk permanently on his face as he listened to you enjoy every moment of this. 

“Bradley, fuck,” was about all you could manage to get out. 

“You look so pretty like this babe, absolutely perfect.” He practically cooed into your ear as he continued thrusting his fingers into you, feeling your core squeeze them with every movement. Bradley leaned in to press his lips to yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, biting down on your bottom lip ever so slightly as he pulled away. He pulled his fingers away from you, causing you to let out a whine in their absence. With one swift motion, he tugged your jeans and underwear down, pooling them at your ankles. Bradley got on his knees and grinned up at you. 

“I can never get enough of how you taste,” He smirked as he shifted his body, tapping your leg as he kissed at your throbbing clit, signaling for you to move your feet apart to make room for him. 

Bradley licked a long, slow strip up your slit, you could feel him groaning against your skin as he did. He was a man on a mission at this point, and if there was one thing you’d learned about him, it was that he never left anything unfinished. You felt him leaving kisses on your clit, which alone was almost enough to make you scream his name, and as you let out another whining moan, you felt Bradley’s lips vibrate against you as he moaned into your clit. His tongue went to work overtime on you, a combination of licking and sucking, as if he’d been waiting years to do this to you, despite the fact that it was an at least twice a week occurrence when he was home. 

“Bradley, I’m so close,” you moaned out at a volume that made you thankful that your house didn’t have neighbors within close range.  As if your words flipped a switch, Bradley began thrusting his tongue into you, hard and fast as his fingers gripped your thighs tightly to hold you steady. He loved to please you in any way he could, but this, this was his favorite way. 

A flurry of curse words strung along with his name left your mouth as you reached your breaking point. Bradley slowly dragged his tongue along your dripping wet folds as you came down off of your climax. As he pulled away, you felt your body aching for him, your face red and cheeks hot from the pleasure you’d just experienced, the two of you breathless. Bradley laughed softly when he saw the look on your face as he reached over to grab a washcloth from the edge of the sink to wipe his face with. He smirked at you as he pulled your bottoms back up for you before standing up, his hazel eyes clearly telling you exactly what he wanted. 

“You know, I think we better get going to this football party, baby. Then tonight, we can pick up where we left off.” 

[fictionalbookworm02]

it's butterflies and bud lights, under the stars and on the stripes of a beach towel in a spring break town

oneshots

Call Me When You Get Home -> You and Jake have an interesting dynamic, but one thing's for sure. You always call each other when you get home.

Illicit Affairs & Clandestine Meetings ✿ -> Hookups with Jake are never easy. They're messy, they're chaotic, they're just what you need.

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts -> When Jake came home for the holidays, the last thing he was expecting was seeing you at his nephew's nativity play.

Home for Christmas -> Jenna and Jake were the best of friends, always spending time together from the moment they met. Reuniting at the holidays for the first time in years, sparks are still flying.

Cowboy Casanova ✿ -> Jake always refers to himself as a cowboy. Today, you've decided to test just how far that goes.

She's So High -> Jake Seresin doesn't date. He doesn't get flustered, and he doesn't lose his cool. That is, until he starts playing weekend baseball games with you.

Heads Carolina, Tails California -> When you and your friends hear Jake Seresin's beach football mixtape, you can't help but join in the game. Friends ✿ -> You and Jake keep blurring the lines of friendship, until finally, Jake draws a line in the sand.

Blue Skies and Green Eyes -> Taking your niece and nephew to the air show in Coronado is tradition. When the kids catch the attention of Lieutenant Jake Seresin, he's more than happy to talk to them about flying.

God, Your Mama and Me -> Coronado's picturesque beaches have been a special, integral part of your relationship with Jake, and they're about to become a whole lot more important.

Beer Never Broke My Heart -> Jake's never been lucky in love, and as a result of past failures and heartbreaks, he's resolved to not fall in love anymore. That is, until he meets one of Bob's friends.

Urban Cowboy ✿ -> Maverick's introduced you to just about everyone on the squad. After a few failed dates with Bradley, and awkwardly not hitting it off with Bob or Reuben, you're reluctant to meet the last member, Jake. Jake, however, doesn't give up easily. Got My Mind Set On You -> Jake's competitive edge drives everyone nuts. When you and Bradley are paired together for a game of pool, Bradley hatches an idea for you to distract Jake, but, it works just a little too well.

Just What I Needed ✿ -> After distracting Jake in the bar all night and costing him the win over Bradley, he's ready to get even.

minors dni. | anything ✿ contains smut/sexual themes.

[fictionalbookworm02]

Welcome Home, Rooster Bradshaw.

summary: It's been a long six months away from home for Bradley, and you're going to give him the welcome you both deserve.

a/n: ignore that this gif is from the offer, ok? It fits the vibe.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: masturbation (m), facesitting, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, bradley's a vocal lover, praise kink.

word count: 3k

taglist: @nouis-bum @floydsmuse @mamachasesmayhem @avengersfan25 @jessicab1991 @atarmychick007 @b-bradshaw @djs8891 @fall-winter-heart97 @primroseluna @silversprings-mp3 @drxgxnslxyer @gardenavenue

Two more days.

Two more days until Bradley could see your face in person again. Two more days until he could be home and in his own space. 

Bradley let out a heavy, tired sigh, reaching his hand under his pillow. He pulled out the picture of you that he’d brought with him on deployment, tracing over your image with his fingers gently. The picture’s edges were becoming curled, worn from being tucked into flight helmets and under pillows, clutched in sweating, sometimes shaking palms, lips pressed to it in a tender kiss on occasion. He admired the photo, he’d taken it on a date you went on before he left. 

His dad’s well-loved Polaroid camera, left to him as a kid, in hand, he’d taken you to Mission Beach for the day, wanting to have the full tourist experience with you before he got shipped to the middle of the Pacific again. He found a store in Coronado that sold film for vintage cameras, building up a small stockpile for himself. He’d given you a full photoshoot that day — pictures snapped at every opportunity. Watching planes fly over head, playing games in the arcade, rides on the wooden rollercoaster, rock climbing, lunch dates, mini golf, and rock climbing. He’d snapped a couple of you in your sundress, smiling sweetly at him for the camera, your hair flowing in the warm Pacific breeze. 

This photo, however, was the one of you laughing on the beach, your baby blue two-piece swimsuit on, the high-waisted bottoms hugging your curves, the coordinating blue top cupping your breasts in a way that pushed them upever so slightly. He could practically hear your laugh whenever he looked at it, and it made his heartache that little bit more each time. 

“Fuck," he muttered to himself, sighing again as he looked around the bunk. 

Jake was on deck for the night, leaving Bradley with the shared space all to himself for at least a couple of hours. He laid back on his bed, tugging his grey sweatpants down off his hips. He spat into his free hand, using it to stroke his cock in a slow, steady pace, your photograph in his other hand, eyes fixed on your figure as he masturbated. 

Fuck, he missed you. 

He shut his eyes, picturing you as he continued to stroke himself, seeing the facial expression you made whenever you rode him, eyes shut with ecstasy, tits bouncing up and down, hips moving, hands pressed to his chest. The mental image alone was almost enough to drive him over the brink. He let out a deep grunt as he finished, your name escaping him in a soft moan. 

Two days couldn’t come soon enough. 

When he finally got home, Bradley was exhausted. The time difference had caused him more jet lag than it usually did, not that he was sleeping well without you to begin with. He never did. He’d landed earlier than anticipated, coming home a day before he was expected. He unlaced his standard issue boots, kicking them off at the door before heading directly to the laundry room. Stripping clean from his uniform, he tossed it into the washing machine, desperate for a shower and fresh, comfortable clothes.

With a dry towel wrapped around his waist, he bounded up the wooden stairs to the main bathroom. He dropped the towel as he turned the shower on, sighing happily as he stepped into the warm water, letting it wash over him for a minute, enjoying one of the first comforts of being home for the first time in six months. 

Stepping out of the tower, he quickly dried himself off and wrapped his towel back around his waist before heading down the hall to the bedroom. Everything was neatly pulled together — freshly laundered sheets on the bed that still smelled like your favourite detergent, his clothes neatly put away for him, fresh flowers sat in a vase on your nightstand, and a new book sat on his, with a note card placed on top. 

B, I saw this the other day at that cute little bookstore on Orange Ave. It made me think of you. I thought you’d like to read it now that you’ll have a little down time. - Love, your girl. Xo

Bradley felt his heart swell as he read your neatly printed note. He picked the book up, scanning the cover with a soft smile before setting it back down. A true crime book about a case in a podcast he’d mentioned in one of his emails home — it was perfect. God, you were perfect.

He tugged a clean white t-shirt over his head before reaching into his dresser for clean boxer briefs and a pair of well-loved denim shorts that were beginning to fray around the cuffs from being worn so frequently. Bradley looked out the bedroom window at the landscape, happy to finally be home. He’d missed all the little things while he was gone — the palm trees, the smell of those little laundry scent beads you swore by, your coordinating body wash, shampoo and conditioner that you insisted on buying for him when you’d learned he’d been coasting through life for 37 years with a 3-in-1 bottle — almost as much as he’d missed you. 

Downstairs in the kitchen, he got to work crafting himself the sandwich to top all sandwiches. He was starving, and after months of bland, unexciting meals on board an aircraft carrier, all he wanted was comfort food. With his turkey club piled high and a glass bottle of Coke from Mexico in hand, he settled into his favourite chair and began to enjoy himself until you came home from work.

When you did come home, you heard the faint sound of voices coming from the back of the house. You dropped your bag at the front door, running through the house so quickly, you’d forgotten to take your shoes off. In the living room sat Bradley, in his favourite, well-loved chair, dozing as sports highlights played in the background, a plate with remnants of a sandwich and a half-finished bottle of Coke sat on the table beside him. 

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his forehead as you stroked his curls, breathing in the smell of his shampoo. He was finally home.

Bradley’s eyes fluttered open, a smile forming on his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, his nose pressed to your neck as you settled into his lap. 

“Missed you,” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with kisses.

“Missed you more, B,” you echoed as you raked your fingers through his hair. 

“God, I missed you so much, honey. This might have been the hardest trip away from you yet.” 

Bradley’s hands rested firmly on your hips as his lips wandered down your neck to your collarbone. He mumbled against your skin, shoving the strap of your tank top down off of your shoulder. His teeth grazed at your exposed, sun kissed skin, causing you to let out a gasp. 

“Bradley!” you squealed, laughing as his deep brown eyes looked at you, taking in the sight of your face again. 

“Mhmm, I missed that laugh of yours,” he hummed, his large hands moving to cup your breasts. “I’ve missed these tits of yours too.”

“I bet you have, were Jake’s not doing it for you?” you teased.

Bradley scoffed as he pulled your tank top off over your head, tossing it off to somewhere in the void across the room. With one hand snaked around your back, he unfastened your bra in one fluid motion, discarding it to the floor. He grinned at you before pressing his mouth back to your collarbone, thumbs tracing circles over your nipples as they pebbled at his touch.

“No, one’s could do it for me like yours do, honey, you know that. Look at you. So pretty for me. My girl’s always looking pretty, ain’t she?” he purred between kisses to your breasts. 

“Bradley,” you laughed, shaking your head, “This is what you want now that you’re finally home?”

“I’ve been wantin’ this since about two hours after I left, six months without you has been torture. I contemplated quitting when I came home. I thought about faking an injury so they’d discharge me. I tried thinking up a thousand ways to come home early — all of them bad.” He nodded, as he looked up at you, hands still cupping your tits. 

“Mhmm, you thought about quitting for me? That’s not the Bradley Bradshaw I know.”

“I swear, honey, this time…this time was harder than usual.”

“Well, I’m all yours now,” you nodded, your hand stroking his cheek. 

Bradley hummed to himself, tilting his head to the side as he thought for a minute. He looked at you, watching as you bit your lower lip. The sight of you alone after so much time apart was enough to make him hard, but now it was becoming unbearable. He needed you. He craved you. 

“Upstairs, now,” he urged, nodding his head as you got off his lap.

You grinned to yourself as you headed up the stairs, walking just slowly enough to your bedroom so Bradley could catch the way your hips swayed with every step, your taut ass bouncing with each movement. It was enough to drive any man insane, but Bradley could barely contain himself. 

Fuck, he missed you.

He pushed you on to the bed, crawling on all fours as he hovered over your body with a wide grin plastered to his face. You placed a hand on his chest, steadying him as your smile faltered for a second. You held your breath for a moment before exhaling, nodding slowly as Bradley sat back on his knees for a minute. 

“Go easy on me, big guy, it’s been a long six months, I’m out of practice,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Shoot, honey, I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t want me to-never mind, I’ll go easy on ya. I always do, don’t I?”

“Roo, you do the exact opposite of going easy.” You grinned, rolling your eyes at Bradley. 

Bradley repositioned himself over your body, smirking as he took in the sight of you again. His lips began trailing down your abdomen your shorts, sending chills running up and down your spine with every breathy kiss, every drag of his mustache against your skin. With a skillful hand, he popped the button on your shorts open, sitting up as he pulled them off of you. He hooked two fingers into the crotch of your lace trimmed underwear, shoving them out of the way as he ducked his head between your thighs. Feather-light kisses dotted your inner thighs before his mouth found your core. He flattened his tongue against your slit, running it up your folds slowly as he savoured everything he’d missed for the last six months. 

“Just as pretty as I remember it, fuck.”

His fingers spread your folds apart, giving him better access to your clit. The tip of his tongue traced shapes along it, pressing varying degrees of pressure into you, the tip of his nose pressing into your puffy cunt, swollen from how badly you’d been wanting him for the last six months. He mumbled something against your skin, his lips vibrating against your clit as he pressed another kiss to you. He sat himself up fully, smirking at you.

“Get up, pretty girl, I have an idea.”

You let out a whine in protest, sitting up on the bed as Bradley now laid down on his back. Shooting him a look, you raised your palms in protest, shaking your head at him.

“Bradley, you seriously stopped so I would give it to you instead?”

“What? No,” Bradley laughed, shaking his head as he gestured to his face. “Take a seat.”

“You want me to…?”

Bradley lifted his head up off the pillow, giving you a lustful stare, his eyebrows knitting together as he nodded his head. “Did I stutter? Take. A. Seat.”

You rolled your eyes, giving your head a shake as you slipped out of your underwear, dropping them to the floor. Climbing back on to the bed, you hovered yourself above Bradley’s mouth, looking down at him as you chewed on your lip. He shook his head, his mustache tickling at your inner thigh as he kissed up your leg. In one swift motion, he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you down until his lips were directly under your dripping core, smirking as he murmured against your skin again. 

“That’s my girl. I’ve missed this pussy so fuckin’ much.” He grunts, nodding his head slightly as he buries his tongue into you, nose pressed to your clit. 

“Bradley!” you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as you reached down, fingers tugging on his dark curls.

Bradley’s tongue worked into you at a breakneck speed, so fast that you wondered how he was able to breathe. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, blunt fingernails digging into your soft skin as he held you in place. His mouth worked on you relentlessly, refusing to let up until he had you a screaming, crying, pretty little mess, just how he (and you) liked it. 

“Bradley, Bradley, Bradley,” you babbled, unable to say anything other than his name as his tongue fucked into you. 

He grunted into your cunt again, mumbling words of praise into your skin. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, honey, so fuckin’ sweet.” He growled before delving his tongue into you again.

Your thighs began to shudder and shake, spasming as you felt your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. You shut your eyes, tears stinging as Bradley continued, not breaking his rhythm once as you came, his tongue quickly lapping at your arousal hungrily. He moved his mouth up to your clit, kissing at it with a couple of powerful sucks before pulling his mouth away. He let go of your thighs, a couple of darker marks forming on your skin from where he got carried away, gripping you a little too tightly. You got up, sitting on the bed, panting as you tried to find your mental clarity again. 

Bradley rolled onto his side and surveyed your thigh, pressing gentle kisses to the darkened marks on your skin in apology. Once you found your words again, his big brown eyes looked up at you from where he was laying on the bed. 

“Roo,” you nodded, placing a hand on his cheek, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed ya too, honey. Ain’t done with ya yet though.”

With that, Bradley quickly shimmied out of his denim shorts and boxers, kicking them off clumsily. He crawled across the bed, finding the spot between your thighs. His hands smoothed over your legs, lifting them up and hoisting them up onto his shoulders. You curved your knees around him as he aligned his hardened cock with your entrance, easing into you with a soft groan. 

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. You missed this cock, didn’t you? Missed me fillin’ ya up, huh, pretty girl?” He purred, pausing as he felt your walls stretching around him. 

“Yes, baby,” you nodded, whining as he stretched you. 

God, he was right. You did miss him. You missed him more than you wanted to let on, you missed his presence, his voice, the silly things he’d do that pissed you off, you missed the way he made love to you, passionate and caring, full of praise, making it his life’s mission to make you feel good. He took it as seriously as his work - calculated movements, using the same precision and laser-focus he did in the air.

Your eyelids fluttered shut again as you felt him pull out of you, pushing himself back into you again with a powerful thrust of his hips. Bradley tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth, refusing to move again. “Nuh-uh, baby girl, keep those pretty eyes on me. Want you lookin’ at me when I fuck you, got it?”

You nodded dumbly as he pounded into your entrance again, making your head spin as your walls clenched around him. He began thrusting into you, starting slowly as he found his rhythm again, savouring every movement, every inch of you that he’d missed over the last six months. Bradley gently pressed his palm into your pubic bone as he thrusted harder, faster into you, the sensation heightening with the added pressure he was giving. You could tell by the knot turning in your stomach that it wasn’t going to be long before you were coming for him again, and if Bradley had his way, it wouldn’t be the last time you did tonight. 

“Feelin’ so fuckin’ good, pretty girl. That’s my girl. That’s my pretty girl,” he praised, his confident demeanor melting away, leaving Bradley a pussy drunk, babbling mess, unable to say anything other than your praises, repeating your name over and over as if it was a spoken prayer.

“‘M not gonna last, honey,” Bradley shook his head as he moaned breathlessly.

Fuck.

His breath hitched in his throat as his hips slowed, stilling as he came inside of you. Bradley let out the deepest grunt you’d ever heard — the past six months of missing you drawing out of him along with it. Ducking his head down as he tried to catch his breath, his curls slicked and stuck to his forehead with sweat, he panted heavily, gently letting your legs go as you dropped them back down to the bed. He looked up at you, deep brown eyes fixed on your features as he nodded breathlessly.

“Fuck, I missed you, honey. I missed this, and you, and home.”

“Welcome home, Rooster. Welcome home.”

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[fictionalbookworm02]

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 ( 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 ) | kayce dutton

summary ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ in which the reader and kayce develop a bad case of sexual tension, and a night of line dancing and drunken confessions lead to unexpected possibilities. 

warnings ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ MINORS DNI ( 18+ ) language, graphic smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), praise k!nk, riding, dirty talk, creampie / breeding k!nk, mentions of masturbation (m&f), hat k!nk (if that’s even a thing lol), somewhat rough!kayce, if i missed anything, please tell me! 

pairing ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ kayce dutton x f!reader

author’s note ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ lowkey love their dynamic , i had so much fun writing this if you know what i mean ;) lmk what you think! <3

publishing date ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖  january 7th, 2023 |  © HEARTSHAPEDMISERY

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🍑 please can i ask for kayce dutton + size kink?

kayce dutton x f!reader

18+ — size kink, messy foreplay, edging, unprotected p in v, rough sex, creampie

"You're gonna kill me, woman."

Gone is Kayce's steady, confident drawl that whispered smoothly in your ear down in the kitchen as his hands wrapped around your waist, fingertips brushing against the soft, cotton material of your new sundress.

His tone is rough now, wavering precariously as his jaw grows more slack with each roll of your hips, pupils unfocused as his gaze flits from your naked form to the ceiling fan that's slowly rotating above.

Kayce's doing his best to be patient, he really is. Despite the fact that his balls are fucking aching with anticipation, heels digging in as far as the mattress will give, and he's nearly drawn blood twice from how hard he's repeatedly bitten his lower lip.

But he'll wait.

He always does.

Because the pool of pre-cum spilling across his chest and his flushed, throbbing cock are worth it, worth this—

He groans, eyes falling shut as you drag your damp folds down his shaft once more. You're so fucking wet, your inner thighs and Kayce's cock and balls are soaked with your arousal, and each time you run your hot core along the creamy, slippery trail of his erection, the slick sound that follows is downright filthy.

You can't help it, this need to rut against him like a bitch in heat. Because the fact of the matter is: Kayce's cock is long and thick, far bigger than anyone else you've ever been with.

And while you didn't particularly think that size mattered much before him, now, the mere thought of the delicious feeling of him stretching you open like nothing else ever has finds you needily clenching your thighs together at all hours of the goddamn day.

"'m gonna come like this if you don't let me fuck you soon, honey," he pants out, callused fingers grasping at your left hip.

It's happened before, because you have a tendency to get more than a little cock drunk sliding up and down on his erection—it just feels so fucking good. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't love edging both Kayce and yourself nearly to brink.

Because when you do finally let the head of his dick catch against your fluttering entrance, that's when he takes charge—

Kayce's quick to flip you over, driving his cock into your cunt in one slick, hard snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt.

"Oh fuck," he breathes out, forehead falling against yours.

You feel so full like this, with the pressure of Kayce's girth stuffed inside of you, body wracked with pleasure as your tight walls clench down on him.

When you're both this keyed up, it doesn't take long for Kayce to drag you over the edge with his deep, rough plunging thrusts as he murmurs, "Come for me."

Kayce's lips slot against yours, kissing you fervently as his climax follows, and you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his cum spurting deep into your cunt.

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Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

Ryan x Reader

Warning: Smut, Language, Unsafe PnV, wrap it before you tap it kids, Shower sex, Oral (F&M receiving)

It had been a long day, and by the time Y/N got home all she wanted to do was curl up in her bed with her husband and go to sleep. Sadly though they already had plans with it being Lloyd’s birthday. They were gonna hang out at the bunkhouse for a few and then they would head to the main house.

“Hey Darlin” Ryan said as he saw his wife walk up to the corral fence. “Hi baby.” She said leaning up to meet him halfway for a kiss as he leaned down from his horse. “Hi Baby” Teeter said puckering up her lips in a joking way with her best friend. “You know one of these days I gonna actually kiss you, and then what?” Y/N said wrapping an arm around the pink haired woman as they watched their men work. “Well then I’ll convince you to leave Ryan and we will ride off into the sunset.” Teeter said laughing before she walked off to go help Lloyd with whatever Rip needed them to do. “So baby sister…Are you to tired to go to the bar tonight?” Beth asked coming to stand beside her and lean against the fence. “Honestly I want to go to sleep, but last time that happened you dragged me outta bed by my hair and messed up my extensions.” Y/N said side-eyeing her sister. “Yeah that dad made me pay for. Which you should thank me because the first set looked like shit.” Beth said bumping her sister’s shoulder before walking off over to Rip. After a little bit longer the cowboys were all released to go get ready for the birthday party. Ryan’s and Y/N made their way to their room at the main house so Ryan could shower and Y/N could get changed out of her Vet scrubs. “You should join me in the shower.” Ryan said wrapping his arms around her waist. “I fully planned to. Watching you work your horse got me all hot.” She said turning in his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well you know what they say baby. Save a horse, Ride a Cowboy.” Ryan said as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the counter as his lips over took hers both fighting for dominance that she knew she would let him have. His hands made their way underneath her shirt and pulled it from her body. His lips immediately going to her neck as one hand went to the loose knot on her pants and the other one made quick work of her bra. After pulling her bra off his lips found her left nipple as his hand found the other one. He began working on undoing his own belt. Pulling away from her letting her nipple pop out of his mouth as he pulled his shirt off and helped her down so she could get her pants and panties off. After getting her pants off she tried to walk straight in the shower, but was stopped by Ryan sitting her back up on the counter but this time he laid he down along the counter. “Baby what are you doing?” She asked looking up at Ryan. “Well I worked through my lunch and I’m really hungry.” He said bringing his right hand to run along her slit and his left hand moved back to continue pinching, pulling, and flicking her nipples. Turning her into a giggling moaning mess. After a moment of just running his finger up and down. He bent down letting his hot tongue work at her clit while shoving his ring finger in one time then adding his middle finger bringing them up to curl as he sucked and licked at her clit like it was his last meal. “OH GOD!” Y/N screamed and she contracted around his fingers arching her back hard. “Not God baby just Ryan.” He said and chuckled against her clit cause her to spasm. “Shit Ry I think I’m gonna-“ “Cum for me baby let me hear those angelic moans of yours. Paint my tongue baby.” He said sending her over the edge. He pinched her one of her nipples pulling it as he thrusted his fingers in and out a lot quicker. After a minute he finally pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. “I love you so much. You taste so sweet.” Ryan said he leaned down catching her lips in a kiss. After a minute he pulled his pants and boxers down before picking her up and moving to the shower after sitting her down on her feet and holding her with one hand and her fiddled with the shower to put on some warm water.

After regaining some strength Y/N waited until he was preoccupied with getting the shower to the right temp before dropping to her knees in front of him. Ryan looked down in awe of his wife who was looking up at him through her lashes in the most seductive way. He watched as she took all 7 inches of him in both her hands and kissed the head. She then started with small kitten licks that turned to bigger licks and before he knew it she had him in her mouth as he threw his head back. Working his fingers through her hair as she played with his balls and continued deep throating him. “God Damn Baby. You are so good at that.” Ryan said as he tugged on her hair knowing he was about to cum he pulled her up and bent her over before sliding into her warm tight slick hole. Fucking into her a a fast pace before stopping again turning her to face him with her back against to wall as he pulled her leg up to get better access. Finally both reaching their highs as Ryan capturing her mouth with his as he brought his hand down to rub her clit in figure eight with his fingers. As she came down from her high her head fell into Ryan’s shoulder. “I think that was some of our best sex yet.” She said as she caught her breath before moving to actually shower. “Agreed.” He said as he popped her ass before he grabbed his body wash. After showering they got dressed at headed to the party in the bunkhouse.

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Apocalyptic

Pairings: Kayce Dutton x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are Kayces babysitter, recently you became more than just his babysitter. But his wife and him are trying again, so he gives you one last night with him.

Warnings: Age gap, rough, SMUT

A/N: I’m sorry I have been gone. I started Yellowstone last night and…. I love Kayce

“I love you” Kayce whispered as he held your hand. You looked down at his hand, picturing your future, it was a lot of hiding. That was something you hated, being hidden. Hidden from his family, from his wife, even though they were separated.

A few hours ago Kayce told you that him and Monica were getting back together. It hurt…. A lot, but you always new this would never be forever. You were a babysitter for gods sake you didn’t even know what you were going to do with your life.

You looked up at Kayce, he had tears in his eyes. He loved you, even if it was wrong. But he also knew that he could never act on his love for you. It would be bad for the ranch, for business if he had a public relationship with his babysitter, who was 18.

He repeated himself “ I love you” he said it with more power in case you didn’t hear him.

“I love you too” you said it quieter so only he could hear you. Kayce put his arm around you pulling you into his chest. You sat there for a moment before you pulled back and looked at him.

“What?” He questioned

You took your hand and moved some of his hair behind his ear. “Give me one last night” you asked

His eyebrows knotted, “what?”

“Give me one last night, one last night to have you, be with you.” You explained.

It only took Kayce two seconds to figure out what you were asking, and after that his lips were on yours.

Kayce got on his knees and started to undo his belt. You put your hand on his belt. “ no, not here, take me to the bedroom.” You smile as Kayce dose the same. He kisses you while lifting you up. You get up keeping the kiss. As you near the bedroom, Kayce stops by a wall.

You sigh not being able to wait. You are against the wall as Kayce begins to kiss down your neck, to your chest. Stoping at your boobs. He lifts your shirt over your head and begins to kiss them.

He sucks on your nipple, earning a loud moan from you. “O-oh god, Kace” Kayce smiled at your praise and began to do the same to the other one.

When he knew you were aroused he began to move down. Kayce kissed down your navel to your lower stomach and he stoped at your waist band. He knew you wanted him, but his cocky ass wanted to hear you say it.

“What do you want baby” Kayce taunted

Your back arched against the wall as you mewled. “ I want you. Aw god Kayce, I want you”

That was enough for him and Kayce pulled you pants and panties down. You stood now completely naked in front of him. He kissed your core. And then he plunged his tongue into you.

As he worked you, you became a moaning mess. Your back arched trying to get him deeper. Kayce lapped your folds with his tongue, eating you out.

“Kayce” you whined. “I’m close.”

Kayce stoped, he looked up at you. You felt like you were on cloud fucking 9. While looking at him you hadn’t notice him bring his hands up. He plunged his fingers into you curling them. “Cum baby, let go”

You came, hard. He was always able to make you cum, unlike other guys. You were hazed, feeling very blissful. So blissful you hadn’t noticed Kayce pick you up. You wrapped your legs around him. Your bare core touching his cold belt buckle.

Kayce finally carried you to the bed, he laid you down. As you finally left your high, Kayce began to undo his pants. You sat up, helping him with his pants. As you pulled them down, he pulled his shirt off. You grabbed his hips pulling him closer to you, and then you pulled his boxers down.

You laid back down. Looking up at Kayce. He nestled between your legs. He placed his hands beside your head as he found his ways to your entrance.

Kayce kissed you as he pushed himself in. You moaned into his mouth. Kayce kissed your open mouth as he snapped his hips harder. “Mmm, Kayce, oh god.”

Kayce moved some of your hair away from your face.

“Come on baby cum”

You let go after his words. Your walls squeezed around him. Your nails scraped his back.

Your high faded and you realized Kayce didn’t cum.

Kayce was still inside but he had laid down next to you.

“Baby you didn’t c-“ Kayce cut you off

“This was all about pleasing you” he kissed your lips slowly.

You sat up and straddled Kayce. “What are you doing?” He laughed. “I am going to ride you till you cum”

Kayce smiled as his hands found home on your hips. “ well gitty up girl” he slapped your ass.

You began, moving at a slow pace.

“Aw come on baby, I know you can go faster, I’ve seen you ride a horse. “

You smile and giggle at his words. “Alright cowboy prepare to be ridden”

You place your hands on his chest, and you snap you his hard and fast, making Kayce moan. “Oh ya baby”

You keep going eventually feeling your own high. “Oh god Kace, I’m-“ he cuts you off “wait for me I’m almost there”

You do your best to hold it. “O-ok baby, im ready. “ you do your best to continue and ride him, but your tired so he has to help ride both of your orgasms.

You collapse on top of him. Giggling on his chest. You look up at him. “I am really going to miss you” he confesses.” You smile and wrap your arms around him. “Tonights not over” you whisper.

[fictionalbookworm02]

Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner:

Code Words |Fluff/Angst|

Midnight Memories |Fluff|

Nick Stokes:

Safe and Sound |Fluff|

Castiel:

There For You |Fluff\Slight Angst|

Dean Winchester:

Morning Light |Fluff|

Road Trips |Fluff/Slight Smut|

The Ghostfacer and The Hunter |Fluff|

Sweet Cherry Pie |Fluff|

Sam Winchester:

All Patched Up |Fluff|

Clint Barton:

Let You Down |Angst/Fluff|

Lay Me Down |Smut|

Dream(The Sandman):

After A Century |Fluff|

Jake "Hangman" Seresin:

Better Man |Fluff|

Rip Wheeler

Protective Cowboy |Fluff|

Bad Day |Fluff|

Horses and Husbands |Smut/Fluff|

Emmett(A Quiet Place II)

A Sense of Safety |Fluffish?|

Meant To Be |Fluff|

Headcannons:

Fright Night - Dean Winchester|Fluff|

Dad Hangman - Jake Seresin|Fluff|

[fictionalbookworm02]

Sleepy Head

König x Fem Reader

Summary: Frivolous sex with König.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Smut Without Plot, Riding D!ck, Sloppy BlowJob, CreamPie

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There wasn’t any romantic backstory or awkward tension that was building. It was the day before Task Force 141’s next mission and you wanted to catch a dick beforehand. You know: wanting to let your stress out on someone. It honestly could have been any of the guys, but lately you had your eyes on König. The last few missions you were paired together, there were a few moments that made you question everything. The way he’d instinctually grab your arm when shit was hitting the fan. 

Or the worried sound he carried in his voice when he worried you were MIA. The way he’s pressed his body against you from behind when you would interrogate hostels. You were sitting in your bedroom, listening to the sound of the clock ticking away. Tonight you were finding it extremely difficult to keep König out of your mind. Your mind racing with scenarios of the two of you. More vile and raunchy than you’d care to admit. Bouncing your leg while laying on your back, trying to let your brain rest. 

After twenty minutes of no success you decided to sit up. Putting a pair of socks on and walking to König’s room, quietly opening the door and slipping in. He was laying on his back, no blanket. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, nothing but boxers on. His chest and stomach steadily rose with every breath he took. The light coming from his window was casting onto him. He looked so statuesque and strong; like all his muscles were carved from stone. 

You crawled onto the bed, gently starting to leave kisses on his happy trail. Dipping your fingers into his boxers and running them along his waistband. You giggled as you watched him slowly stir in his sleep. Pulling them down, letting his member become exposed. You were taken back, even half soft he was huge. Starting to press kisses up and down his shaft, slowly waking him up. Half asleep, he reaches down and holds the side of your face with his hand. 

You took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Feeling him slowly harden and twitch in your mouth was making your blood buzz. You hallowed out your cheeks and began to slowly bob your head up and down. Gazing up and seeing his face twist up in pleasure, his eyes finally flickering open to look down at you. Now that he was more awake, he was becoming more active. 

Grabbing a fist full of your hair and and fucking his length into your mouth. You rolled your eyes back, feeling his veins throb against your lips. Tightly wrapping your lips around him and pulling your head up to his tip. Popping your mouth off and letting all the drool and pre-cum drip down his shaft. 

“Oh my fucking god,” he groaned loudly, letting his head fall back. 

It made you feel so powerful seeing how reactive he was to your touch. You stood up, pulling your shorts down and letting them hang off your ankle. Straddling his hips and positioning yourself over his cock. He was pulling up your shirt, using his index finger and thumb to start playing with your nipples. Twisting and pinching, his eyes dazed and sleepy. As you sunk down on his length, you had to bite your lip. 

Hiding mewls and whimpers from the stretch. Now fully sat, he grabbed your hips and ran his two thumbs up and down the skin of your lower belly. He was respectful and didn’t move while you adjusted. Admiring your body as you squirmed, trying to get comfortable. He pulled you down, pressing his lips against your neck. Sucking hickies and biting down on your skin; anytime he ran his tongue over an overly sensitive part of your neck, your walls would tighten around him. It didn’t take long for you to start rocking your hips. You were gripping the pillow on either side of his head. 

He pauses for a moment and arches his body up, shoving a pillow underneath him. Everytime you rocked your hips forward your clit would rub against the base of his cock; that was completely soaked from your juices. You were working yourself on his length, chasing your orgasm frantically. He was enamored by you, sweat was starting to drip down your forehead. Face completely red and flushed, mouth hanging open and panting. Seeing how hard you were working your body for him was a sight to see. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands resting on the small of his back. His hands rested on the small of your back, smearing the small layer of sweat that had accumulated. Both of you were finding it hard to contain your vocals. Pleasure raking through both your bodies, the feeling of being full was damn near euphoric. The bottom of your stomach is like a fire pit, burning from the inside out. He was now fucking his hips into you, loving how you’d gasp and clench when he went that much deeper. 

Nails digging into the flesh of your hips, the sinsation just enough to send you over the edge.Your movements became stiff as your body contracted; König ended up doing most of the work after this point. Flipping you onto your back and rutting into you at a frantic rate. Slowly down and pressing his length as deep as he could before finally cumming. Emptying himself into you, groaning and growling into your ear. 

He was so big, his body engulfed yours. Wrapping his arm around your neck and pressing your mouth into his collar bone. He did this a little aggressively, due to you becoming louder with moaning. The two of you laid there in silence for a while, catching your breath. Without words you got up, collecting your clothes and getting dressed. Quietly running back to your room, trying to make it before cum started running down your thighs.

[fictionalbookworm02]

Not A Peep

Simon (Ghost) Riley x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You're a medic on Task Force 141 and Ghost finds out you have a thing for him when you get flustered stitching him up. Once you guys get back to the barracks, he fucks your throat under a desk.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Dom Ghost, Face Fucking, Rough Smut, BJ Under Desk

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It was easy to separate yourself from all the stories being told while studying to be a combat medic. Tales about women falling for soldiers and then being immortally traumatized from watching the war take its effect on him. Whether it be emotionally or physically, the horror stories were gruesome. One teacher talked about how she had to treat her fiance after he’d been shot in the arm, apparently it fucked her up for a while. In a way, you would mock the fact that anyone would put themselves in that situation. Falling in love with someone with such a high risk job. It seemed like common sense not to put your heart on the line, especially when it could affect your job. 

That was until I met Simon and you started to understand that those wives tales weren’t so far fetched. The two of you didn’t talk much but it always felt like there was so much tension. Constantly making eye contact, becoming flustered and tongue tied whenever he spoke to you. Avoiding him when you could, not liking the feeling of your heart racing when you did. He held so much emotion in his eyes, like he was projecting his thoughts through eye contact. On a recent mission, a bullet brushed past the area above his hip bone; creating a laceration that needed stitches. Barding into the tent and pulling his pants down and shedding his gear.

 Immediately you get on your knees, pulling everything you needed to treat him out of your tactical vest. Looking up just before starting the first stitch, he was already looking down at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed onto you. Blood was running down, trailing down the contour of his v-line. Hands started shaking slightly, especially as he started to moan and curse in pain. Even though you were fully aware his reaction was from discomfort, you couldn’t but imagine if it… wasn’t. 

He was watching you like a hawk, swiveling his head to watch you whenever you grabbed gauze. All hope that he didn’t notice you acting flustered was ditched when you started feeling dizzy, swaying a little. He grabbed your arm to prevent you from falling, your partner taking over. Now back in the barracks, you took a long hot shower. Trying to figure out why you got so in your head, the water began to run cold. Prompting you to get out and get dressed, walking back into your room. Ghost who was stripped of gear, laying back on the bed supporting his weight with his elbows. 

“Do you need me to redress that for you?” you asked, assuming he was waiting to see you about his wound. 

“No. Do you need me to undress you?” he asked, sitting up. 

“I- What?” you asked, taken off guard. 

“Do you. Need me to. Undress you?” he asked slower, like you were too dumb to answer the question. 

“I don’t understand-” you began saying. 

“No no, I saw you today. The way your eyes widened when you were on your knees in front of me. The desperation and neediness was so potent I could practically smell it on you. I could have taken you right there if I wanted, forced myself into your throat. So hot and bothered you couldn’t even do your job, I consume your thoughts. Don’t act like I don’t” he said, backing you against the desk that was in the corner. 

“I don’t-” he interrupted. 

“Wanna say something you regret,” he said, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Dipping it into your mouth, feeling around to see your reaction, “I think it safe to say that if you didn’t want my cock, you wouldn’t be sucking my finger like a whore. Would you?” he asks, you shake your head and in response he gives you a sharp smack on the cheek.

“Would you?” he asks again, giving you a chance to correct your answer. 

“Yes sir,” you say, melting at the way he looked at you. 

“Good girl, get under the desk.” He said, which you did without hesitation. 

He unzipped his fly, struggling for a second to free his member but finally got there. Sitting down in the office chair, rolling into the small space under the desk. Completely trapping you inside the small space. No longer being able to see above his shoulders, not that it mattered when his cock was right in front of you. Every time your lips finally encased his tip, he would use his hand and pull it away. You reach up and try to take his length into your hand. His voice booming through the room as he pulls away a couple inches to look you in the eyes. 

“Put your fucking hand down, you haven’t done anything to deserve it,” he said, scooting back in, using his hand to guide your head down. 

After all the teasing, the feelings of his cock pushing past your lips felt like heaven. Ever since you met him all you could think about was him ravaging you. Using your body for whatever he wanted. A loud groan coming from the back of your throat, his other hand was stroking your cheek. Slowly starting to push your head down further, you gagged which made him chuckle. 

“Fuck, I knew i’d eventually have you gagging around my dick,” he cooed, letting his head fall back. You looked up, now being able to see his exposed jawline. Reaching your hand down and starting to play with yourself. Spreading your wetness around and circling your clit. Moaning as drool and pre-cum started sliding down his shaft. He grabbed your hair and starting to fuck your mouth. His eyes were rolling back, feeling feral hearing the wet slobbering and slapping sounds. There was a knock at the door which made you squeal and try to pull away. 

“Shhhhh!” He hisses before clearing his throat and answering the door. However just before he does, he presses your head down, applying pressure with both hands on the back of your head. Forcing your lips all the way down to the base of his cock. 

“Yeah!” he yelled, Soap opened the door but remained in the doorway. 

“Have you seen y/n? We have training soon,” Soap asked while you were digging your fingernails into his boots, swallowing around his length which hurt slightly.

“Yeah, I think she went to get some fresh air,” Ghost said, stars were forming in your vision. Soap thanked him and promptly exited and Ghost finally let you pull back. Gasping for air and wiping the tears out of your eyes. He moaned as the cold air hit his dick just after getting used to your hot throat. 

“That’s a good girl, just breathe. Yeah, you’re a such a good fucking girl,” he snarled and pulled you back down on you. 

He stood up and balled his fist in your hair, and pinning his hands onto the top of the desk. Essentially locking you into place and he obliterated your throat. Making sure your nose was pressed into his base with every thrust. Not bothering to pull his cock out as he started came. Warm cum flooding down your throat and into your stomach. He pulled out, not wasting any time putting his dick away. You rested your upper body on the now empty chair that sat in front of you. Ghost squatted down and grabbed your wet chin to look up at him before speaking, 

“Firstly, you should thank me for feeding you before training. Secondly, I didn’t make you cum because you left scratch marks on my boot,” he said, walking out of the room.

[fictionalbookworm02]

Here I Come

Simon (Ghost) Riley x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Price gathers the task force for a surprise training session in the middle of the night. Practicing what to do if you're separated from the group and avoiding capture. You're about to find out how seriously Ghost takes his training.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Stalking kink, Humiliation, Degradation, Piss Kink, Sex in Forest, Masochistic Ghost.

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The task force was sluggishly walking outside, Price ordered everyone up at 1am for a training exercise. You were especially tired, only sleeping about three hours before getting up. Not to mention it was freezing, it wasn’t snowing anymore but there was a thick layer of it covering the ground. The group was silent, nobody in a chatty mood. Ghost was especially in a mood, the two of you haven't talked in a couple days. The last hook up you had was really intense, making you question the ability to maintain casual fucking without getting attached. Ever since then you’d avoided him, which was hard considering your rooms were right across from each other. You could tell he was getting frustrated with you doing this.

“Glad to see y'all aren’t incompetent and can follow simple instructions!” Price greeted everyone before continuing, “Today’s training is on avoiding capture if separated from the group. I’ll be splitting you into teams of two: one will be the assailant, the other is the evader. Your pairs will be separated by a mile of each other to avoid interference. I’ll drive each of you to your starting points and will be checking in on the assailants' progress. Load up!” he explained quickly before making matches.

When he announced you’d be paired with Ghost, your stomach flipped. You were sitting next to him, he kept glancing down at you. Anticipation burned throughout your lower stomach once you pulled up to the start point. You were given a three minute head start which was little to no help. Without a second thought, you run into the woods. Knowing how important it was to get distance. Looking back every once in a while to see if he was anywhere near you. After a while, you weren't taking it super seriously, if anything it felt like hide and go seek. Thinking you would use this time to explain why you’d been ignoring him. 

You wandered around for a while, it had started raining. Becoming inpatient to the point where you called out his name a few times. Cold and tired, you stopped and leaned your back against the tree. Giving up on your search for him, dissociating for a while. Quickly breaking out of your daze when you see a red dot on the ground, in between your feet. You gasp and immediately recognize it as the dot sight beaming from a gun. He was standing about 8 feet from you. 

“What the fuck are you doing Simon, I’ve been waiting for hours,” you say, heart racing from fear and agitation. He didn’t respond, only inched towards you moving the red light up your leg. 

“Simon! I get it, okay? This isn’t funny anymore,” you said, voice cracking which made him groan as his dick twitched. Moving the light to your sex, even though there was no physical touch you leaking onto your panties. 

“Why are you… please Si,” you plead, making him laugh. 

“Riley! Updates on the assailant?” Price asked. 

“Hasn’t been apprehended, hot on her tail though,” he tilted his head and spoke into his radio, never taking his eyes off you. It was so cold that when he spoke it looked like smoke coming out of his mask. 

“Strip.” He said.

“No.” you replied, he pulled out his knife and walked towards you. Trying your best to appear unphased but failing miserably. 

“Do I have to cut the fucking clothes off you. Strip!” He said, stabbing the knife into the tree trunk beside your head, a small lock of hair falling to the ground. It was well below freezing but you slowly started taking your gear off. Letting your vest fall to the ground, taking off most of your outer layers. Leaving yourself in your thermals. 

“What are you waiting for? A treat? Keep going,” he said, eyeing your body.

“Simon please I just-” you begin but are interrupted. 

“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told!” he barked so loudly it made you flinch. 

You shakily take off the thermals, only in a bra and underwear. The rain had completely soaked your hair and body; you were trembling not only from the cold but because you felt so low. There was so much you had to say after not talking for a few days. Now you were paying the price of ignoring him. He stood there for a while, admiring your glistening and shivering body. Walking towards you and hovering while you cried. He lifted his hand up and pressed his finger against your mouth. You bit the glove, allowing him to pull his hand out. Reaching down, he uses his middle finger to push past your lips and feel your slick. Tracing your slit and circling his finger around your clit. You close your eyes and let your forehead fall onto his shoulder, moaning while pressing your nose into his uniform. It was the first time you’d smelt or touched him in days. Like you were getting drunk off it, willing to do anything for more. That all came to an end. He smacked your dripping cunt and grabbed your throat. 

“Do you think after avoiding me I’m gonna reward you? There really isn’t a thought behind those pretty little eyes is there? Imma’ fuck you right back into your place,” he hissed, picking you up and slamming your back into the three. The bark scraping and poking into your back, taking your breath away for a few moments before you respond.

“Is it still punishment if I crave it?” you asked, giggling as you watched his eyebrows furrow with anger. He drops you to the ground, the tree once again doing a number to your back as you slide to your knees. 

“Lick my boots clean bitch,” he snarled. 

“They look pretty clean to me, pretty boy, new recruit?” you asked, remembering how he talked shit about new soldiers whose boots looked fresh out the box. He pulled out his cock and pissed on his shoes, taking you off guard. The two of you never tried… that before and it was scaring you how much you were enjoying it. 

“Better?” he asked, using one foot to shove you under body to his other boot. 

It scared you how wild he was being, pushing limits and breaking boundaries. You shyly lick at the leather, insecure of how you looked; covered in mud and soaking wet. He moves his foot off your back and sets it on your hand. At first you thought it was an accident, that he didn’t see where his foot was going. Until you felt something warm on your back, it didn’t register that he was pissing on you until the cuts started to burn. Making you pull back, trying to get up but being unable to because your hand was pinned to the ground. You were withering and wiggling around which only prompted Ghost to apply more pressure. 

“Yeah that’s right whore, cry and squirm while trying to run. Remember this the next time you wanna act stupid,” he chuckled. 

Once he finally stops, you don't have a snarky comment to respond with. Instead you laid in the mud while you recovered and caught your breath. He gets behind you and prompts your ass up, pushing himself into your wet hole. Spreading your ass apart and spitting on his length as it pumped in and out of you. Practically screaming as his cock tore you apart. Normally he gave you a few minutes to adjust and stretch around him but he didn’t think you were deserving of such mercy. Not to mention he liked feeling your walls tightly wrapped around him. Slamming his hands down and spanking you until your cheeks were a rich red with speaks of purple in the center. It didn’t take long before both of you were cumming. Your body goes limp once you feel his warm cum pumping into you. He let his member go soft before pulling out and catching his breath. Using water from his pack to rinse your face and body before redressing you. 

“Ghost to Prince, I found y/n I believe she fell and hit her head while evading. I found she passed out, I'm gonna need medical to check for a concussion,” he explains into his radio. 

“Copy that, sending back up your way,” Price replied.

[fictionalbookworm02]

Simon Says

Ghost!Keegan!Soap x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After coming back from the bar and continuing the last mission's success at the safe house. Price comes out, complaining about the noise, so you guys move it to your room. A foul game of Simon Says takes place.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Group Smut & Facial, Male Receiving Head, Rough Smut.

Not Proof Read

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It was late and Ghost, Soap, Keegan and yourself were hanging out in the living room of the safe house. The current mission you were working on just wrapped up and everyone was celebrating with drinks and laughter; a rare sight within task force 141. Everyone else had gone to bed after coming home from the bar. They had their fill of fun but you guys were just getting started. Pouring shots of cheap vodka and smoking while listening to music. Price came out, complaining about the smell and noise, moving to your room to avoid any more confrontations. You were nervous to have all three of them in your room. They were looking around at all your stuff, posters, stuffed animals, and of course the stereo. You connected your phone and started playing BabyMetal, Keegan picked up a picture from your desk.

“Is this you?” he asked, holding a picture of you in freshman year of college. It was you and a good friend, you grew up in Jersey which meant Snooki pretty much was your fashion icon all of college. 

“Is that a joint?” Ghost asked, laughing at your duck lips and hair extensions.

“Yeah it was quite the era. Look, I was crying because my sister and I got into a huge fight over who’s turn it was for the Juicy Couture bag. You can see where my spray tan ran down my neck” you laugh reminiscing on simpler times.  

Ghost was sitting on your office chair, legs spread and leaning over to reach the cigarette you were sharing. Keegan and Soap were lounge on your bed; you were curled up on a beanie bag. You couldn’t remember who suggested it but you guys started playing drinking games. Things like fuck the dealer and flip cup. You were getting pretty tipsy, giggling randomly and your body warming up. The boys were having a conversation among themselves while you lined up the shot glasses and grabbed the bottle. 

“Are you sure you can handle another drink?” Soap asked.

“Are you asking me or yourself?” you asked, handing the liquor out. 

After some more small talk, you excused yourself to change. Normally your pajamas are pretty revealing so you wear a sweatshirt and cotton shorts. Long socks because it was always freezing in your room. Once you started getting dressed you noticed how drunk you actually were. Tripping slightly while trying to get your shorts on Coming out and watching as all their eyes fall onto you. Clearly looking you up and down, at first you wanted to be like ‘oh my god don’t look at me like that’ but also you did so… why lie? You sat back on the bean bag as Keegan began to speak. 

“We should play another game,” he said. 

“What about Simon Says?” Ghost says. 

“Isn’t that your name?” you drunkenly giggle. 

“Yeah, so just know when I say something you have to take it seriously,” he said.

After that comment that vibe in the room felt different after that. All of them went from sitting back and lounging to sitting forwards. Soap and Ghost were sitting on the bed, Keegan was on the office chair. You beanbag was on the floor so they were all looking down on you.

“Simon says: sit on my lap,” he says, leaning back slightly like he was making room. All their breathing became harder, you rolled your eyes at the reaction. 

“What is this middle school? Out of all the things you could have asked?” you laugh, walking over and sitting on his thighs without hesitation. Making the point that it wasn’t a very daunting task. 

“Okay hot shot, Simon says: to read smut out loud,” Soap said, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t read-'' you started but was interrupted. 

“Yes you do,”  they all said in unison, “you need to invest in a privacy screen,” Keegan said, you could tell all three of them were smirking under their masks. 

“Fine.” you grab your phone and look through your tumblr. 

If they wanted to show, you were going to go full out. Finding a Captain America smut about hooking up in the barracks. It was obvious that they were wanting you to be flustered and flushed but it was doing the opposite. They were blushing and squirming around like there was no way to get comfortable. As you continued to read, Simon was getting hard. This was throwing you off your game a bit, now beginning to stumble over your words. Ghost noticed this and leaned back in his chair more, allowing him to press his member against your ass. 

You started rocking your hips every now and then. Enjoying hearing his almost silent groans and growls. His hands were starting to wander, running up and down your thighs. You looked over at the other guys and they were practically drooling. Looking at you like a can of beer they waited all day to crack open. Soap got up first and Keegan followed, your heart began to race. He slowly approached you and cupped your face in his hands. Rubbing your cheeks with his calloused thumbs. Keegan was on the side of him, brushing the hair out of your face. 

“Such a pretty little thing right?” Soap asked Keegan. This made you shiver, goosebumps prickled along your skin. Your phone dropping to the floor, Ghost kicked it away. 

“Fuck yeah, just begging to be ruined,” he said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it off your body. Leaving your chest completely exposed. Keegan reached down and pinched one of your nipples, pulling and twisting. You gasp and try leaning back but Ghost isn't letting you go anywhere. 

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” Ghost asked, grabbing your elbows. 

Soap grabbed the other and Ghost held you in place as they groped and played with your chest. The more you squirmed the harder Ghost became, pre-cum starting to bleed through his pants. Your face was flushed and sweat was beading on your forehead. Keegan used his other hand and parted your lips with his thumb. Eventually pushing it into your mouth; pressing your tongue down and feeling around your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb looking up and shifting your eyes between the two of them. Pulling his thumb out and spreading your saliva all over your lips. Ghost stood you up slightly so he could free his dick that was straining against his pants. Pulling your shorts to the side and lining you up with his tip; grabbing your hips guiding you down on his member. He groaned and let his chin fall on top of your head. Your eyes rolled back and a loud gasp fell from your lips. Moaning and panting while you got used to how big he was. 

“Why do you get her?” Keegan asked. 

“Use her mouth i’m fucking busy,” he growled, trying his best not to buck into you. 

The fact that he was talking about you like an objection shouldn’t have made your stomach flip the way it did. Soap and Keegan pulled their dicks out and began stroking themselves. Looking down, admiring your body, you started bouncing. The wet squelching sounds every time you sink down on his length. Your eyebrows furrowed and mouth hanging open, not caring about the droll falling from your bottom lip. Keegan grabbed two fistfuls of your hair and brought your lips to his cock. Taking his tip into your mouth and flicking your tongue on his head. He moaned and started pushing himself further into your mouth. Soap rested his length on your cheek, insinuating he wanted in on the fun. You grabbed his shaft and started jerking him off. Ghost was getting less gentle with you, starting to pound into you with more aggression. His nails were digging into the skin on your hip, tightening around him when his head kissed your cervix. Whimpering around Keegan cock, spit and pre-cum running down your torso. In so much pleasure, you were neglecting Soap. Especially as you began cumming around his cock, your walls pulsating around his member as you nearly screamed in pleasure. 

“Fuck dude, my turn,” Soap said, pushing Keegan to where he was just standing.  

After being touched-starved for so long, he showed no mercy on your throat. Fucking into your mouth at an animalistic pace. Causing you to gag around his length, mascara stained tears running down your face. Keegan was enjoying the sight, watching your bounce on Ghost while having your throat obliterated. Like a personal porn star made just for them. Ghost was getting close to his orgasm, trying hard to hold himself back. Biting onto your shoulder, to muffle the sounds and delay his climax. Soap came early, cum was spilling out the sides of your mouth, only adding to the wet fucking noise that already filled the room. Ghost began cumming, shooting thick ropes deep into your stomach. Holding you down as hard as he could, rocking your hips as you milked him. Keegan came on your face, cumming on one of your lashes. Forcing you to keep it closed, which hummored the two of them. You lean back against Ghost’s chest, practically dead from how fucked out you were. You don't remember much the next morning, but thought it was nice of them to clean you up and tuck you into bed. The walk of shame to the bathroom while having a hangover and cum dripping down your thigh wasn’t how you wanted to start your morning but oh well.