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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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slow dancing in a burning room - one

word count: 5.3k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, smut, fluff.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

prologue << please read this first.

six weeks earlier.

You had only just stepped out of the shower when you heard the apartment door slam. As Bradley’s heavy footsteps entered your bedroom, you sighed and started towelling your hair.

“Love, you here?”

Popping yourself out of the ensuite, you gave him a gentle smile as he sat on the bed, loosening his boots and socks, and lining them up neatly, the socks both naturally landing perfectly in the hamper as he tossed them. “Do I dare ask how today went or should I just stay in there a while longer?” you teased, thumbing towards the bathroom but weren’t really in the mood for another evening of Bradley’s bad mood with Maverick’s return.

It was early, thankfully he wasn’t kept back like he had been the last few days. He’d come home like a bear with a headache each evening, and as much as you loved him, you were growing wary of him returning home to play ‘guess Bradley’s mood!’, his internalising, the deep loathing. You weren’t sure how to help him aside from distracting him and trying to help him feel good. Things were strange, not between the two of you, but he was a little rougher, shorter, a little gruffer… and for a few days, you were incredibly turned on about it. But you’d be lying to say it was just leaving you a little on edge.

He could only shrug as you fastened your robe around yourself and approached him. “Better, worse, same,” he admitted as you stood before him and caressed his rosy cheeks, leaning down to kiss constellations of freckles around his hairline. He looked up with a faint grin, a pleased hum escaping his lips. “Hi. Missed you today.”

You twirled his perfectly styled tendrils around your fingers, the strands of sun-kissed hair soft under your touch. “Missed you too, handsome.”

He huffed a tired chuckle, his hands coming to rest on your hips, his head resting on your belly, you could hear him take a deep inhale before looking up to meet your eyes. His stealthy palms moved to the belt of your robe and slowly pulled it wide, your beautiful body all curves and soft skin on display for him. The same visceral response he always had; your body called to him in ways no one else had before.

He bobbed and kissed between your ribs, his large hands disappearing under the terry towel material to your ass, his touch light and pulling you to his lap. “Come here, sweet girl,” he said, his exhaustion evident in his voice. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, centring himself against your skin. “Home,” he said so faintly you almost missed it.

Your heart lurched. Sometimes you wondered if he meant to say things like that out loud, but he was never embarrassed if you heard him. Your nimble fingers started to make light work of his khaki shirt, strained over his broad chest and shoulders. Hands drifting to his waist and quiet giggle as you tickled him, you withdrew the hem from his slacks, your hands bunching the material as he reached for a lingering kiss. Your tongue tenderly traced his full lips as he smiled, gratefully deepening the motion, his arms tightening around you.

“Really missed me, huh?” his voice a little rough.

“Sue me, the khaki sure is something…” you murmured against his jaw.

“Despises the Navy but fuckin’ butter for the uniform,” he goaded with a tsk.

“I like your flight suit too. You just don’t wear it home as much,” you confided as he chuckled louder, his head lolling with joy and you’d swear it was the heartiest laugh he’d revealed all week.

“You don’t need me coming home reeking like jet fuel and sweat, sweet girl,” he admitted.

Buttons finally all undone, you pushed the khaki from his shapely shoulders. “I know the push-ups have been hell, but Jesus boy…” you fingered the ribbons of bugling muscle as he kept his steadfast gaze on you and surprised him by pushing him back on the bed, he landed with a huff. “I really am the luckiest,” you said as he propped himself to his elbows as you undid his belt and painstakingly, delicately downed the zip. He willingly raised his hips as you took his boxers with his slacks.

Bold and truly on display, Bradley Bradshaw was a delight to the senses. If someone asked you to describe him, you weren’t sure where you'd start –

He waved to regain your attention. “Where are you? You’re like a million miles away,” he asked, his lips quirking in amusement.

“Lost in you,” you slipped out before you could stop it.

He held out his calloused palm and you took his hand, crawling up the bed. You straddled his tummy, tracing the peaks and ridges of his abs and ribcage. “Good,” he pushed the robe away and pulled you to him, skin to skin.

“Are you good, sweetheart?” you asked, quietly.

“Today was okay,” he admitted.

“And Mav is still in one piece?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“Great! That covers our Maverick discussion for the evening,” you announced as he frowned. “We’re not talking about him tonight,” you reiterated as he nodded.

“Fair. Never wanna talk about that motherfucker,” he breathed. “So, let’s just stop talking,” he gave you that gentle smirk, his tongue running over his lips before kissing you to shut you up. He knew how worried about him you were, but Pete Mitchell was a situation he could handle.

Albeit, he knew he was coping pretty shitty at this point. His rage was completely out of check, he felt he was running on adrenaline - and the worst part? No one in the squad knew. He knew he was coming across as a petulant asshole in classes and worse, in the air. But he was dealing with it as well as he could. He knew he was not his usual self. But he was doing everything he could to not bring work home to you. He knew that wasn’t working either… but it was only another few weeks of training with Mav, getting on the boat, being or not being a part of the mission, and get the fuck back home. Move into your new home together and start living the rest of your lives without Peter fucking Mitchell.

But it wasn’t just Mav... the more he’d started to learn about the mission parameters, the more anxious he got and it was only compounded by seeing Mav every day. There was also the fact he didn’t know how to tell you how dangerous this all was. It didn’t compare to a single thing he’d done in his life before.

It was weighing on him.

“Kiss me. Put that pretty mouth to use,” you told him with a hint of demand as he chuckled, pulling your thigh into his palm and rolling you so he was hovering above you. You adored his body weight on you, the strong muscle and his bulk comforted you.

“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered quietly as he kissed your nose, his soft lips slowly making their way around your face as your eyes fluttered closed and he took his opportunity to kiss your closed eyelids. He loved you wholly and knew he’d work hard every single day for taking a chance and falling in love with him.

He smiled against your skin as you giggled gently beneath him. You were overcome with his attention to you, his sweet kisses just making your head spin. Your head fell back and you laced your fingers in his sort waves. You didn’t think you’d ever felt this more in love with anyone in your entire life.

As he nibbled your earlobe, he whispered, “I love you, sweet girl.”

You cupped his face, eyes opening to his handsome face. “I love you too, Bradley Bradshaw. Come on, make love to me, big boy. Been needing you all day.”

He nodded softly, adjusting his hard cock between you, hard, proud and wanting. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he whispered, quite content to just make out. You'd never be able to fully translate how good a kisser Bradley was. At first, his moustache was a thing. You’d admit it, it tickled, and you had to find ways to hide the irritable rash that came with hours in his embrace. “You good and wet for me?”

“Always.”

“Good,” he said decisively as he kissed you, his lean, strong body caging as you welcomed him between your legs, his cock pressing impatiently into your core but he dared not enter. “You’re so soft, so sexy. All mine,” he grunted as he tangled his legs with yours. His palm cascaded down your side and crudely open you to him, his long finger skimming your labia, skirting across soft skin and tenderly pushing within you as you sighed, blissfully. He grinned at his favourite sound in the world (a close second was the roar of his jet) and kissed you again. “I really could have you anytime I wanted, couldn’t I?”

Pulling his face to yours, you replied, “You tell anyone what my body does around you and I’ll deny it.”

He laughed loudly. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, baby. If it makes you feel any better,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “You know you’ve got me on a string, chasin’ you round like a little puppy.”

You smiled as he grinned back. “A manly puppy,” you replied smartly. He shook his head and adjusted his cock, swiftly pressing in in retaliation, filling you up fully as you writhed in pleasure below him. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”

“Sweet Bradley,” he corrected you rolled your eyes, a mix of irritation and sheer pleasure and he rolled his hips that way that made you cry out.

“So fuckin’ good,” you managed as he wrapped his arms under you, raising your hips and changing the angle just enough for you to moan together.

“Okay?” he pressed his lips to your throat, his tongue tracing and leaving its mark. You could only groan his name in response.

“God, I love you,” you confided. “I love you so much, Bradley.”

And Jesus, did he know. He’d never felt so content thinking about forever. Sure he’d had a girlfriend here and there, never any long-term, more one-night stands than he’d ever care to admit, and dated plenty. But none of them made him feel like this. Like he was with the person he was supposed to live the rest of his days with. The thought excited him more than anything else. Someone to build a life and a family with. Maybe marry (although he wasn’t entirely sure where you stood on that matter. At Harvard's wedding a few months back, you’d slipped and talked about ‘our wedding’, which he downplayed but knew that when you said the word... he’d give you everything). But a life together consumed him. He never used to be like this, but he’d never met anyone like you either.

The girl down the street who had a schoolgirl teen crush on him in high school that grew up and grew into the woman he’d come to love unconditionally. It was an added bonus that you were his friend first, so fucking smart, hilarious, and self-deprecating occasionally. He adored you.

And dear God, so fucking hot. You didn’t know how gorgeous you were, but Bradley knew he was batting well above his average with you on his arm.

His hips ground into you punishingly slow, taking every ounce you were giving back as you met his thrusts, he was so hard and begging for his relief. He wanted to cum so dreadfully, but you still hadn’t and there was no way he would before you. He moved away from your mouth and looked down where your bodies met, his skilled fingers sweeping circles on your pained clit. Your body shook beneath his as he begged you to let go.

When your pussy started to throb, he could swear he saw stars, the drag of his cock thundering, wanting you to milk him for all he had. He groaned low, his head was thrown back as your core drenched his begging cock. “Fuck, you’re so good to me,” he managed to get out as your beautiful body shuddered, he was so deep within you and you knew he was so close, hard and heavy. He needed his release, and you were only too happy to deliver.

His hips roared into you, pace heady as your orgasm dragged out his and he palmed your breast, tongue swirling your nipple wanting more as you writhed below him, the pleasure now too much in your post-orgasm glow and you brought his panting mouth to yours, hungry, wet kisses covering each other as he came with a growl. He spilled into you and before long, he stuttered to a close, his lips kissing your face and caressing your breasts, his tongue lapping at his bite marks and leaving delicate kisses in the places that stung.

For a moment, he lay on you, gathering himself, peppering tender kisses along your clavicle as he came down from his high and breathed deeply. “I never want to move,” he teased as you raised an eyebrow and watched as he reached for his discarded undershirt, gathering it between you both as he pulled out and you leaked the proof of your lovemaking all over the bed. He tenderly tidied you up before doing the same and discarding the shirt to the floor. He gave you a tender kiss and helped you wrap yourself back up in your robe, his body resting tenderly against yours, keeping you close and warm.

“You’re very good at that, Bradley,” you said, absolutely 100% fucked out just like he liked it.

He laughed quietly, raising his knuckles to dab. “I got a very good partner.”

That exhaustion from the day reared its head again as you yawned as he played with your fingers against his strong chest. “Wanna go for a drive?” Bradley said a while later.

“Dinner or something?” you could go with dinner. Workout done; your stomach growled on command. He chuckled quietly.

“…or something. Then dinner,” he said a faint smile ghosting across his striking features. You shrugged. You didn’t have anywhere else to be. You shrieked as you were suddenly pulled to your feet and into Bradley’s arms. “I don’t know how to say it, and I hope it never becomes redundant, but I love you.”

You would never be tired of his sweet, honest words. “Knock it off, Shakespeare,” you teased as he blushed a little. “Me too, baby. You are the love of my life.”

And as always, Bradley’s gift of the gab single-handedly brought you to your knees as you pretended to lose your footing, faint. He chuckled, catching up and smothered your face with his soft kisses. “Never leave me.”

“Never.”

“And this would be our room,” Bradley smiled, opening the door to the master bedroom, the setting sun leaving the last hits of gold on the wooden floorboards as you followed him in. This is where your evening drive brought you: to his parent’s house he’d finally go the keys to and couldn’t wait to discover through your eyes.

He couldn’t remember a lot about the home, he remembered spending time at the beach with his mother, maybe faintly his dad playing the piano in the living room. He recalled photos of it, and maybe his memories were blurred because of it. But he remembered mornings when his dad was off work, and he’d sneak in as an early-rising three-year-old to creep between his parents and go back to sleep before Carole would make her men their favourite banana pancakes for breakfast.

Bradley sighed. He didn’t recall having banana pancakes much after his dad died.

He watched your every step, watching your brain work and considering what could be done with the room, the house, the kitchen you absolutely, fucking despised. He’d never seen you turn your nose up at something so quickly, it was hilarious to bear witness. Then your grin when you said you were going to enjoy taking a sledgehammer to that room the most. He liked that deviousness in you.

“My God, it’s huge,” you said, a little overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” he joked as you rolled your eyes, pulling you into his arms and burying his face into the curve of your neck, his silken tongue dragging across your jaw. “So… what do you think? Can you imagine growing old here?” he murmured into your skin and eyes peering up at you, shyly.

Hopefully. Desperately.

“You let me destroy that kitchen and the guest bathroom downstairs and I’ll be here forever,” you said, taking in his delicious lips and drawing his mouth to yours, your hand slipping to the front of his jeans, a rough grope of his cock jolting his entire body awake.

“Wow, easy there tiger,” he huffed a laugh, appreciating your initiation. “Jesus, that feels so good,” he admitted as your palm continued to grasp him.

“Wanna christen the place?” you asked curiously as he quirked an eyebrow.

“Fuckin’ A. Yes,” he chuckled quietly. “But there isn’t any furniture yet – ”

“I don’t care,” you told him, guiding him by the hand to the bay window, the sheer curtains wafting with the gentle breeze from the ocean. He saw where you were gazing, the reflection of late afternoon gold on the waves. “Beautiful view, huh?” he asked his voice dropping to sinful levels, thinking you’d been enraptured by the ocean.

You simply shrugged as he watched you raise your dress over your head and drop it at his feet, strapless bra covering your breasts and a barely-there thong.

“Oh. I…” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry and words lost to the air as he watched you unclasp your bra and slip off your underwear. “Love....”

“Gonna join me?” you asked, not nervous, not feeling on display, but feeling the radiation of Bradley’s desire washing over you. He nodded dumbly, letting his necessary ceremonial Hawaiian shirt hit the floor and slinging his wifebeater off with it.

He reached for the buckle on his belt. But not before one last request. “Make sure you’re good and wet for me, love,” he looked down to unlace his boots and remove his socks, almost choking as he gazed back up to see your hands flit around your breasts, tweaking your nipples and a moan so sinful he could come right then and there. “Keep going, don’t let me stop you,” he smartened up, his arrogance that the show was just for him, his jeans at his ankles and he kicked them away, leaving him and his strained half-hard cock in his boxer briefs. Pushing them away from his hips and dropping them to the floor, he stroked himself, growing in his zealous, calloused palm and moved to you quickly.

“Hey, roomie,” you whispered as he peered down to watch you touch yourself.

“Please don’t stop,” he grunted, taking your wrist and guiding it, and not letting your hand leave your pained clit. “Fuck, that’s so beautiful.”

“I need you, Bradley,” you told him.

“I know, sweet girl,” he said softly as he watched you get to your knees. “Oh, baby, you don’t need to – ”

You raised a finger to silence him. “But I want to.”

It was something he’d never deny you. You were so giving when you went down on him, and he would never turn you down because it gave you the power and he loved when you were in control. Of course, you consumed his mind, body and soul so it was just an extension of that, but he simply could not get enough.

“Love, I’m gonna cum real fast,” Bradley said pained as your warm inviting tongue swirled around his head, tasting him on your tongue. He sighed, digging his heels into the floorboards, desperately keeping his balance as he watched his cock disappear in the back of your throat. “My sweet girl, you deserve an award. No one has ever given me head like you do. It’s better,” he strangled out, his body shuddering. “It’s better every time,” he had to laugh when you gazed up and gave him a comical wink before returning to the task at hand. He swept your hair from your eyes and cupped your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

The teasing and taunting had gotten too much, and he grasped your jaw just that little bit tighter as his hips stuttered. You had taken him so deep, you probably had never gone down on him as devoutly as this, and he’d never felt so turned on.

“Baby, really,” he grunted. “I’m gonna paint the back of that beautiful mouth of yours. Tell me if you don’t want it - ” he muttered. God, you loved when he spoke to you like that. It wasn’t often, but when that carnal part of him escaped, it only made you want to please him further.

You contemplated him like he hung the moon. A whine escaped as your pretty lips and hummed around his raging cock, and he had to remember to breathe. He watched your fingers disappear and you touched yourself again, your chest rising and falling as you felt your orgasm tempting to push you over the edge. There was something incredible about seeing Bradley so turned on. The power Bradley Bradshaw had over your body was truly astonishing. And the dirty talk? Jesus fuck, the sexiness never seemed to end with him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so beautiful when you touch yourself, love,” he strained, his abs clenching and he maintained his balance, his powerful quads taking the brunt of the assault. “Are you gonna cum for me too?” he begged. You nodded but refused to release him and started to cry out, your body exploding, and he could hardly stand it, your body quaking and dear god did he love the magic your body performed when you gave in and let yourself release like that. He knew he was gonna lose your mouth on him as you lost your train of thought to your pleasure. He held himself steadfast as you struggled to stay with him, gripping his hamstrings to keep yourself on your knees. “I can’t – I have to – ” he tensed as he fucked your mouth roughly and he jerked himself thick, salty and deep in your delicious, slippery willing mouth. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed as you continued to swallow him down, the sensitivity just too much for him as he grunted low and ragged. “Take it all, love. That’s my sweet, sweet girl,” he gasped, as he forced the last thrusts out, a low grunt and he spilled into your heavenly mouth.

He palmed your cheek and tenderly wiped away your stray tear with his thumb as you swallowed satisfied. He pulled you to your feet, kissing you silly, tasting himself on your tongue. He held your jaw, his long fingers slinking into your mussed hair and deepening the kiss as he kept you on your feet.

He was so fucking proud of you.

God, you made him feel so fucking delirious, he just didn’t realise how lucky he was. “Sometimes I don’t think you understand how much I love you,” he said, his tongue tracing your lips. “Each day I think I couldn’t love you more and then you remind me that I’ll always be capable of loving you so much again,” he gently chewed your bottom lip in his gleaming teeth and kissed you again, soft and tender.

You smiled up at him, your small, soft hands caressing his strong sides, encouraged. “It’s wild, right? I feel the same,” was all you could manage, giggles bubbling as he couldn’t resist and laughed with you.

“There’s like 13 other rooms with still have to baptise, love,” Bradley hinted with a tease. “You got another round in you? You’ve already been so good to me tonight. I understand if you’re done...”

You didn’t know what it said about you, but you were always capable of another round with Bradley. He may have been the elite, but he took you with him every time. “I’m okay,” you promised.

“Good,” he smiled, taking a seat and laying on the floor, opening his arms for you to join him. You lay across his chest and he covered you with his discarded shirt. “We got time,” he said as you lay your head on Bradley’s clammy chest and he twirled your hair in his fingers, giving you all the adoration in the world. “That was the sexiest thing you have ever done for me. Watching you finger yourself… bordered on obscene. I’m beginning to think you have this little deviant side within you that you have yet to fully embrace. You about to 50 Shades me?” he asked jovially.

“Not tonight,” you laughed. “Unless you want me to?” you said so straight-faced that he looked up, eyes bulging as the room continued to darken and your eyes danced full of mirth, giving you away as he chuckled and relaxed back.

He couldn’t resist and replied, “I will try anything once.”

“Colour me surprised,” though you really were not surprised. “I guess I just don’t feel as shy with you as I used to. I am not stupid, I know you’ve had a lot more sex with me, but I want to please you, Bradley,” you said the last part cautiously.

“I’m glad you’re comfy, sweet girl. But I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to prove anything to me.”

“Well, yeah… but I know I’m probably not the most adventurous sex you’ve had either.” Uh oh.

He shrugged. “Untrue, but that is neither here nor there for me.”

“Am I boring?” you asked, suddenly very exposed as he shook his head sincerely. Panic washed over you as you tried to sit up as he sighed, and tenderly cast you back against his chest. He kissed your hair soothingly.

“No, love. You’re fucking perfect. I am extremely satisfied, trust me.”

“If you’re not, you’d tell me, right?” you asked, kind of worried about his answer still, as he sighed, shaking his head.

“Love, don’t get in your head. I’ve had sex. Some I remember, some I don’t. You? Every kiss, touch, caress. You’re the only person I want to be with. Sex is different now. It means something. That’ll always be the most important thing to me.”

You tried not to feel too smug; he surely had a way to make you feel like the only person that mattered. Bradley Bradshaw truly had the gift of the gab.

“You’re the last person I want to have sex with – think you haven’t ruined me for anyone else by now?”

You rolled over and smirked at him. “Jesus, Bradley Bradshaw. That is a line.”

“What?” he couldn’t hide his bubbling giggle. “It’s true, right?”

“Better fuckin’ be,” you agreed, crawling up to kiss him. You palmed his flushed, smooth cheek. “I love you, Bradley. And it’s going to take something really terrible to change that.”

“Fuck yeah,” he agreed softly, blushing a little. He pulled you flush to him. “I’m never gonna let anything happen to you, got that?”

Warmed to your bones, you smiled, and he grinned right back at you. All teeth and dimples, a little bashful under your affectionate gaze. You loved that generous smile when he gave it to you. “I hope not.”

For a while, you just lay there, occasionally something in the room giving you some spark of inspiration and mentioning your ideas to Bradley. You didn’t want to overstep the mark – this was the house Bradley grew up in. You knew he wanted to give the place some love, but you weren’t sure how much he was determined to change that was his parent's influence. That was the crux, the heart of it all and you didn’t want to overstep the mark. “Love,” he said after a while. “We can’t stay here tonight. There’s no power, bed, hot water.”

“That’s okay,” you rested your chin on his chest, your nail tracing the wiry skin of the scar on his Adam’s Apple, and he swallowed hard from the sensation as it made him break into goose pimples. “I guess I’ll go home all dirtied up then.”

“Well, I’m just going to filth you up when we get back to your apartment, anyway,” he figured. “What’s the difference?”

“The sheer fucking arrogance of you,” you could help to laugh. “You are so self-satisfied, it is ridiculous.”

“Oh, yeah, you really fuckin’ hate it,” he mocked you, licking his top lip and smirking wickedly. “I think you like my ego. My confidence is one of the things you like most about me.”

“You’re very sure of that.”

“Very sure,” he concurred. “You can tell me I’m wrong at any time…” he waited. And waited a little more before more cackling. “Yep, that’s what I thought.”

“Wanna know what I love about you?” you said after a while.

“Ooh, love. Yes, I’d love to know,” he laced his muscular arms behind his head and settled in, ego primed for steady stroking.

“Your good heart,” you kissed the left side of his chest, his heart racing under your lips and you could feel his ribs swell under your touch. His sharp intake of breath, while he waited for more, told you how surprised he was, thinking he was getting his body, his so impressive body that he dutifully dedicated hours in the gym to, loved on. “How incredibly funny you are,” you kissed between his pecs as he sighed and released a hand, to smooth your hair, giving you a heartening tug. He was so warm. “How talented you are, musically, creatively. I love those things you only let me see. When you’re so relaxed and at ease… I love when you walk around barefoot and your boardshorts hang low, your hair all wild and curly after a run. When you dance your gorgeous little ass off in the kitchen when you’ve had a good day.”

“Wow,” he breathed, heart swelling, self-esteem abated for the moment.

“And when you surprise me at work.”

“You liked that? Thought I embarrassed you…” he confided with a bashful chuckle; he cupped your chin.

“You turned up in your khaki’s with a dozen long-stemmed red roses. It’s all the mothers have spoken about since you did it. Are you aware your khakis are a little bit tight?”

Straight-faced, he replied, “Pretty sure they got me laid earlier tonight actually,” he said, the melody of humour in his voice as you hid your face. “But yes, the uniform is a bit snug at the moment. All that amazing food you cook me. Biceps are aware, seat is aware… cock, aware. Very well aware.”

“You’re goddamn shameless, Bradshaw.”

He laughed again. “Yes, love. Shameless for you,” he said, the cheese laid on thick.

“Take me home, big boy,” you tenderly kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close. “Got hours before sunrise.”

“I’m gonna fuck you all damn night until you beg me to stop,” he murmured, pressing his lips to yours. And you weren’t surprised when you found yourself bent over the bay window and he fucked you from behind while he clutched and teased your breasts before he spilled into you again, hard and hungry, telling you over and over that you were the only one that he’d ever love.

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dreamofjoys · 2 years

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For an eternity

scenario: yandere malleus finding out that his lover, a dragon-succubus hybrid, the mother of his triplet sons, is experiencing heat. malleus offers to help darling, and she agrees to it.

characters involved: yandere malleus draconia x fem reader

genre: yandere, smut

tw: forced marriage, slight manipulation, stockholm syndrome, lactation kink, knee riding (?), riding, belly bugle kink, marking, malleus paints your body with his cum, cum tasting w breast milk (?), noncon

requested by anon!

malleus draconia is a patient man.

a man with beauty, power, and grace. he has everything that only some people can dream of.

malleus draconia is obsessed over you. he wants you within an arm reach, bind you to him with something that will never break the relationship between the both of you. what was this thing that the everyone speaks highly about? ah yes, marriage.

marriage formally recognise the union of two people as partners in a personal relationship. so really, what better ways are there to tie you down with him besides marriage? to make it even better, you are a dragon like him too! dragons only devote themself to one partner during their lifetime, surely, the both of you would never be able to leave each other. he doesn't really mind that you are half succubus, in fact, he would be over the moon if you seduce him, which you never did.

besides, the both of you have long lifespans. what a perfect couple the both of you make! to accompany each other for eternity, while living a lavish life.

so imagine your surprise when you were with malleus on one of your nightly walk, and he suddenly proposes to you.

"y/n, marry me." it wasn't really a question. you stood tensed and stared at him, hoping that it was a joke. but he never jokes about stuff like this.

"and what if i don't?" you asked him, wanting to know what he will do if he doesn't get what he wants.

malleus chuckles deeply, his lips curled up, fangs glistening under the moonlight, slit pupils narrowing at you. "i wasn't asking you. i am telling you that you are going to marry me. you wouldn't want this school to crumble into specks of dust, right?"

you don't have a choice here. deny me and people will suffer

that night, malleus brought you back to valley of thorns, and declared the marriage in front of his subjects. many dare not question the prince's intention. instead, they congratulated the both of you on the marriage.

the queen looked at you up and down, and asked malleus if this is truly what he wants. with a yes from malleus, the queen gave her blessings to the both of you. that was when you knew that nobody would help you get out of this marriage.

"i don't love you at all!" you screamed at malleus, grabbing the nearest thing to you -a vase- and throwing it at him. it was the first night of the wedding, and you felt sick for marrying someone that you don't love at all. you wanted to be out of this place, but malleus wouldn't allow you to do that.

"i know that dear, don't worry, we have an eternity to solve that problem. but now, we should think about the future of valley of thorns. we can start first by having a child."

he took you by force on the first night of your wedding. what was thought to be only one child turned into three when the royal doctor announced that you were pregnant with triplets. malleus was happy. he lift you up high on the balcony of the castle, announcing to all his citizens that his lovely wife is pregnant with triplets. everyone was happy, except for you.

malleus spoils you. he gives you everything that he have. you want to wear his crown? go ahead, is yours. point at the star and he will pluck one from the sky just for you. but he never, never, lets you leave your room.

the only time that other people get to see you, is only when malleus brings you out, even if is to go to the private garden that malleus gave you. other then that, you are basically stuck in your room the whole time.

malleus would personally feed you, rub your swollen stomach affectionately, telling your unborn babies how happy he is. he acts like the ideal husband that everyone wants. massaging your feet and back if it hurts too much, carrying you around so that you won't have to struggle walking. maybe is just the succubus side of you that craves for love and attention.

you were so sure that you would hate him forever, but apparently not. not when you first gave birth to the triplets, witnessing them cracking out of their shells. instead of crawling over to their father, the three of them crawled over to you, pressing their small bodies onto yours to seek warm. you bring them up into your embrace, and noticed how all of them look awfully like malleus, except for their eyes. malleus hugs you, with the triplets just between the both of you. he gives you a kiss on a forehead, whispering how much he loves you.

you could feel something stirring inside you, as if a feeling was blossoming.

"ugh....." you tossed over your bed, feeling your entire body on fire. you wish it was just a fever, but you know better that you are going through heat. your core region hurts so badly, you wanted to pound onto something, and stuff your insides full.

"need help?" a voice broke you out from your train of thoughts.

you turned over and noticed your husband leaning against the door, arms folded while staring at you. he was dressed in a loose robe, with the front being opened wide, displaying his abs to you. you hesitated for awhile. malleus is good right? yeah he kidnapped you, forced you to marry him and made you bear his children without your consent he has been nothing but a kind and patient husband. wiping your tears whenever you tell him how lonely it is to be locked up in the room, cleaning up the mess that you purposely made, still giving you morning and night kisses, even though you resist against him.

no matter how much of a brat you act like, he still tolerates and treats you like the most precious thing that he have. perhaps it was these little actions that made you fall for him.

"y-yes please. please help me, malleus." malleus was smiling so wide now. for the first time, you begged him. and for the first time, you finally willingly gave yourself to him.

"of course, anything for you, my love. now just lay back down comfortably and rest your head on the pillows."

you did as he said, laying your head on the fluffy pillows as malleus climbed on top of you, placing one of his knees in between your legs. "we don't need this." he teared your nightgown in an instant, revealing your bare body to him. of course you weren't wearing any underwear. why would you do that when your body literally feels like fire?

he licks his lips at the sight in front of him. your nipples hardened at the contact of cold air. some of your slick is already leaking out of your pussy....

"have you breastfeed the triplets?" malleus fondles at your nipples, watching as some of the milk leaks out from it. "a-ah ye-yes, i did."

"surely, my sons wouldn't mind if their father gets a taste of their own mother." with that, the king dived down to suck on your nipple, devouring your breast milk. one of his hands squeezes on the unoccupied breast, causing milk to stain his hands, and then the bed sheets.

you moaned out in pleasure, hands immediately travelling to malleus's back and pulling him closer to you. he pushed his knee to your neglected cunt, and you started grinding against it.

"fuck, be it your cum or your milk, you will always taste sweet to me." he looks up at you with half lidded eyes, milk dripping down to his chin, and god, he looks so hot. you pulled him up and kissed him on the lips ferociously, tasting your own milk as you opened your mouth, allowing him to shove his tongue inside you.

his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, not wanting to miss out any part of you. you tried to fight dominance with your own tongue, but malleus's tongue swirls around yours, desperate to feel you.

feeling annoyed that he still has his robes on, you ripped off his robes, leaving him bare naked. malleus doesn't care, he merely lifts you up and change the position. now, he is sitting against the headboard, legs spreading a little as he faces you to him. without any warning, he slams you down onto his cock, and you screamed at the sudden intrusion of something big inside you.

"go ahead and ride me. i know your pussy needs my cock." he didn't even have to tell you that. as soon as he slams you down onto his cock, you started bouncing on his cock at a rapid pace.

"fu-FUCK, this is so-so good! mal, gi-give me more!" honestly, how could malleus ever deny his lovely wife? he leans forward and started making love bites all over your upper body. you placed one of your hands on your belly, feeling malleus's thick and veiny cock sliding in and out of your body. god, you were so turned on. all you want right now is to be fuck over and over again.

malleus grunts, feeling your tight walls sucking him deep into him. such a greedy pussy. but is okay, he too, is greedy for all of you. "cum together with me." malleus said as he rubs your clit aggressively, watching as white loads leak out of your pussy. ah, that's his seed.

"no-not enough." you whined, wanting to feel more of him. the succubus side of you was going crazy over lust. plus, you are also half dragon.

it is never easy to satisfy a dragon. but fortunately, both of you are one.

so he turns you over again, but this time, he pushes you face from the behind and aggressively fucks you from behind.

"i-i know, love. you know what im going to do to you? im going to paint your whole body with my cum. perhaps then, you would be satisfied." malleus never lies, and he always do what he says.

that night, the both of you cummed so much, the whole room smells of you and malleus. malleus makes sure to stuffed you nice and full with his cum inside you, before cumming on your body. he gingerly spreads his cum all over you, watching as your body shines with his cum. he squeeze your breast again, watching as some milk leaks out, and proceeds to mix it with his cum before popping his finger in, getting a taste of you and him together.

"as expected, the both of us taste sweet together."

you mumbled in incoherence, feeling tired and worn out. it was a good and nice sex that lasted from late night till the morning. unfortunately, your stamina doesn't match up with malleus, so you dozed off first, leaving the king staring at your godly body.

he pulls you into his embrace, and decides to sleep with you. after all, your heat is not over, and he can still assist you after you wake up.

malleus draconia is a patient man, but only to you. you can scream at him, escape from him and do whatever you want. but he will make you love him, no matter what.

you don't need to know how many people he killed simply for just looking at you. you don't need to know that he killed some of his own kind just because they disapprove of you being the queen. last but no least, you don't need to know that he is just patiently waiting for you to run into his arms, so that he can trapped you there forever.

he doesn't need to rush things. after all, you guys are immortal. he has an eternity to make you love him, and an eternity to tie you beside him.

#twisted wonderland #imagines #malleus draconia #y/n #diasomnia #smut #twst smut #twst scenarios #malleus smut #malleus headcanons #malleus imagine #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere smut #dreamofjoystwst #tw noncon #female reader #tw yandere

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strawb3rry-gone · 9 months

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☁️

Image Ethan Landry with a size kink

Ethan may be the shy, dork guy but he knows he’s big n your so small compared to him ( Ethan is 6’2 ) but when’s he’s balls deep into that pretty little pussy there’s no stopping him. He’s going to make you take his cock all the way to the base even when you cry ,he only going to go faster because your tears turn him on. All he does is laugh when you try and crawl away from him “ eth- can’t take it no more “ you sob , but he ain’t having it. “ aww don’t run bunny you can take it “ n he pushes his fat cock into you all the way to the base and he can see a belly bugle “ see bunny you can take it now let me take care of you “

#ethan landry #size difference #size k!nk #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader

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marvelgaynesstothemax · 6 months

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“Belly bugling in gay smut is unrealistic.”

yeah well so are blind super powered vigilantes who dress in bright red devil suits, let me be delusional and horny in peace-

#sleep deprived af #I’ve noticed my posts are funnier when I’m like this so I’m just winging it #daredevil #frankmatt #fratt #matt murdock #lmao #text post #marvelshit #punisher #gayshipsareyayships #smut

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starryeyedadmirer · 10 months

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“Wow. This is actually quite nice.” Tom said, surprised, looking away from the camera as the interviewer’s offscreen assistant pressed their tongue against his bugling belly button. “Never felt anything like this before. It’s… it’s certainly new.” There he sat, in the middle of a press interview — that was originally meant to promote his newest project, Spider-Man: No Way Home — allowing a complete stranger to suck and lick on his bugling belly button like it’s a piece of hard candy. What an absurd turn of events.

At eight months pregnant, with the birth of his quintuplets quickly approaching, he knew that the line of questioning would eventually steer off track and become centered around his miraculous pregnancy… but he had no idea just how strange the situation would become.

It started out naturally enough. The interviewer, who introduced themself as “Mac,” asked him about how his experience of carrying four babies at once has been… a fairly simple question, with a simple answer… a response that he promptly provided. Then, they followed up with two more — imploring him to list off a few of the names that he’d been considering at one point, but ultimately chose to rule out; and what his ideal future looks like, as a father to four children — two more questions, with fairly easy answers. It wasn’t until Mac asked their fourth question that things took a turn for the unusual.

Seemingly out of nowhere, they called one of their assistants to come stand beside their chair, and nervously asked Tom about the sensitivity of his belly button. It was a weird question… one that caught him off guard, of course… but he answered it nonetheless… his belly button — now a bulbous outie — was incredibly sensitive. In an effort to ease of of the awkward tension between himself and Mac, Tom life’s his shirt over his stomach and gave his navel a firm pinch, to show the cameras just how red his skin would turn… and, just as he clamped his fingers against the big knot of skin, Mac popped the question.

“My assistant. Can he lick your belly button?” They said — visibly cringing as they spoke. “It’s just something that we like to do with our pregnant guests… like, a little game.”

Sat between two of his co-stars — one, his best friend, and the other being the mother of his small litter of children — Tom looked around the room… ignoring Zendaya’s subtle head-shaking… and, hesitantly, answered, “Yes.”

As if they were a robot, programmed solely for the purpose of licking the belly buttons of hesitant victims, Mac’s assistant rushed over to Tom’s seat, and knelt down in front of him — getting right into position. They poked his belly button with their finger a few times, getting a sense of it’s odd geometry, and without any further hesitation, pressed their tastebuds against the fleshy knob. Before Tom knew what was happening, he felt a wet tickling sensation on the center of his stomach… a shockingly pleasant sensation, that sent tingles through his core. It felt… amazing.

Mac watched as he mellowed out — enjoying it — and asked their final question. “Is it fine if he does that for the rest of the interview?”

Zendaya’s eyes shooting daggers at him — warning him not to agree — Tom nodded… too deep in a daze to say no. “Wow. This is actually quite nice.” He groaned, surprised by how wonderful it felt. “Never felt anything like this before. It’s… it’s certainly new. I’ll definitely have to try this at home, before the babies come.”

#starry eyes #quick write #tom holland #tom holland belly/tummy #tom holland navel #tom holland mpreg #mpreg celeb

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fertilize-my-eggs · 2 years

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Rabbits fucking all the time. Dom Bunny! Shigaraki x sub chubby human fem! Reader smut

Author: been having brainrot over bunny shiggy and want him to breed me so much ughhh💦💦

Warings: rough sex, breeding kink, creampie, belly bugle, body worship! Possessive! tomura. Mention of masturbation.

You were on a casual walk on this nice warm morning, you were walking by few stores. You see an all hybrids store, decided go in and check it out.

People would go in to buy them as pets or have relationships with them since they're half human but is it weird to love someone or something. You hum softly looking at the different hybrids until you go to the bunny section, there was different type of bunny hybrids until you saw one that's was all by himself.

He's had short shaggy blue hair, his ears were drooping a bit, his body is very skinny then the others but you felt like you gotta have him, he's looks so adorable and you need some companion.

You quickly brought him and some foods, water, treats and little pen for him to sleep in, you spend so much on that day..

As soon as you bring him home, it's was interesting to say the least.. Couple of days tomura was a very grumpy bunny that's wants nothing to do with you, you would try to bring treats or play toys with him but He's would always move away or just ignore you.

You signed heavy maybe he's pretty difficult to work with or so you though.

One day you were busy cleaning the whole house since tomura being a nasty little bun making a mess and pissing on the floors, you were bending down cleaning the floor.. You didn't realize tomura was behind you drooling, his vermillion eyes were wided by how pump your ass is and couldn't help getting a hard on.

He's quickly hide somewhere to go masturbate over the thoughts of you and now he's want more.

It's starting off little things, you would notice more piss stains and other body fluids, tomura casually caress his whole body to you and rub his scent... Hell he's got so upset when you bring your guy friends over and he's had enough! You're were his not anybody's else.

You notice the way he's looking at you ready to pounce at any moment, you also notice he's been getting pretty lean muscles and getting healthy since you first got him, you would always spoil him with good food and make him do exercise.

You were laying on the bed late at night playing with your toys and tomura had enough of hearing your sad whimpers and crys for more.

Tomura get out of his room goes to your room and he's quietly open it.. You were so beautiful laying there with your dildo inside your cunt moving your hand at a fast pace. Tomura goes in and you didn't hear him, you were too lost in your own world. He's grab your wrist making you stop immediately, you bite your lips and whimper softly.

" let's me take care of you baby. " He's remove the toy out of you, move most of the toys off the floor. His whole body dip on the bed, laying top of you. His cock was poking out of his soft fur, your eyes wided by how huge he really is.

He's push your thighs wide, grab his grithy cock to tap your sensitive clit costing you to whine out. He's caressing your body a bit and watch your body reaction so beautifully with his touch. " please... Fuck me tomu~. " you don't have to tell him twice, he's grab his rock hard cock and slid inside your sweet velvet walls and begin moving his hips fast lucky you're were nice and soaked before this, He's grab your hips making it slammed on himself, your moan and high pitch whines were getting very loud each seconds.

The wet lewd sounds were turning you on more and grab his lean shoulders, your hooded eyes watching his face, he's looks so pretty cover in sweats, eyes closed and mouth in o shape.. His groan and moans were everything. You were loving every seconds of it.

Wrapping around his waist areas and pull his head close and whisper." Please... God-! Tomura please~! B-breed me, I wanna feel you more. " something triggered in him as he's move up to look at you, you couldn't see his red orbs, it's was pure jet black.

" careful with your words... Princess. " He's move his hips at inhuman speed, you gridded his back, there was red scratch mark all over when he's pounding into your cunt.

Both your high was getting close and feel like you're close to your end.

You moan out his name, your walls was milking him, he's grunt loving the feeling and cums inside, you and him were too tired to move so you fall asleep.

The next few days has been you getting bend over or having tomura put you crazy positions and go all crazy in every spot in the house. Your whole day was spend with you being fill to the rim with his heavy load, you would notice how your belly was bulging out more just by tomura putting more cum inside your pussy.

You sobs out having tomura push your back down more and wrecking your beat pussy, your back was arch and ass up on the couch.

Your crys and mewls were music to his ears, he's couldn't help but feel proud for himself making you feel this good. His hips stiff up to dump his cream inside your pussy again.

There were moments when tomura get really affectionate and just body worship you more, he's loves to caress your belly and your pump thighs.

But don't worry tomura always make sure you're being take care of with lot of aftercare and belly rubs.

#Bunny Shigaraki #anime #mha #bnha #fanfic #minors dni #smut #shigaraki tomura #x reader #Shigaraki x reader smut

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asinfullangel · 11 months

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Could you do a story about Raihan eating Leon and streaming it?

What could I suggest or see when it comes to a streamer that wishes to show off his man on stream before he’s packed away in the true star of the stream. Yet, I can see how Raihan can spice up his streams whenever Leon is looking a little more tastier than usual.

One would be fine roleplaying, maybe the dangerous & devilishly handsome dragon king captured a juicy prince to claim as his meal. Leon being the primes of course, chained up with his clothing partly torn open & apart, shivering scared (& covering up the bugle in his jockstrap) as king Raihan step into the “royal chamber” with his own kingly & revealing outfit (and even working dragon wings, brought to you by cosplayCO). Both boys playing in character as Raihan moved closer to his captive prince, striking an intimidating look with a seductive monologue about his beauty, the sound of his voice, and (after getting a little taste) how his skin sparks flavors on his tongue. And expressing his need to have more before having all of him inside his body…

Another idea I can see is an entertaining one if Raihan wishes to do some nibbling before he eats the main course. Raihan presents with Raihan served on a sliver (bedsheet), his body used as a plate that had all sorts of sweet treats on him, slowly melting from his body heat as the pleased waiter (baa) set that drooling trainer to the side of his bed before leaving the room. Leon gagged with a chocolate covered apple and beside him was a grave bowl of melted chocolate. You can imagine that Raihan either takes his time in eating his manly plate clean, using his tongue and teeth to pick Leon clean or why bother picking him clean and simply eat him whole while using that chocolate sauce as lube as when he takes the trip down…

Or he gets kinky, presenting the viewers to Leon blindfolded and his limbs tied to each corner of the bed. Raihan showing off how wild he can be and Leon will be his example. Viewers watch with great interest as Leon receives bite marks along himself, Raihan voicing his enjoyment in seeing his champion bf in this state and just how much control he has over him. Maybe some worshiping from Leon with his lips, more bite and claw marks here & there, Leon & Raihan moaning from each others’ pleasures. Then in time Leon & the viewers will hear a soft growl from Raihan’s gut, indicating that it is time to chow down…

Just some ideas that’ll entertain Raihan fans and Leon fans that heard words of his appearance in the stream, watching as Leon enters Raihan’s watering mouth feet first. Tongue licking up all the flavors he got on his skin before moving onto the next and adding more of Leon inside. soles, calves, thighs licked & funnel into his throat. Leon’s bulging jockstrap ripped free and Raihan gladly helped in giving his man a long awaited climax, adding some extra flavor onto himself and a little on his face. The fans are eating this up just as he continues to enjoy his treat, more and more till his upper body was locked in his throat while Leon’s head was still out in the open air. One long lick around his head then another swallow, in go Leon and all the way into his stomach, Raihan panting and rubbing his gut (and possibly his own pulsing bugle still trapped in his underwear). And the rest of the stream is switch over to Raihan relaxing with the man eating gut resting in his lap, rubbing his gut or took up gaming since the fans could use some entertainment as they wait on Leon to become champion pudge & respawn back soon enough for some belly worship (off or on stream).

#male vore prompts

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violetbeauregut · 8 months

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you look so stunning I could just rub and lay my head on your belly to listen to the bugling sounds of gluttony 🥰

Thank you so much 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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coquelicoq · 11 months

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this post is brought to you by: la lettre b

[previously: la lettre A]

soooo i read all the B words in this french dictionary recently - ladies, please! one at a time when you propose marriage! - and boy are there tant de mots de ouf là-dedans !

stats

percentage of dico taken up by B words: 4.5%

percentage of dico read (as of the end of the B section): 12.8%

rate and duration: 3 pages/day for 11 days + part of the 12th day

total entries: 1608

rows added to my vocabulary spreadsheet: 335. this is considerably more than the number of A-word rows even though there are a lot more A words than B words. whoops!

semantic themes

for some reason, in the B section there were a few semantic categories that seemed to recur a lot. in some cases i think there might be some sound symbolism at work (ba is a common syllable in baby babbling, which could contribute to the frequency of words meaning "babble", "mumble", "prattle", etc. that start with b) but in other cases i haven't a clue.

verbs for speaking indistinctly: babiller, bafouiller, balbutier, baragouiner, barbouiller, bégayer, blablater, bredouiller

other speech verbs: baratiner (spiel), bavarder (chat), bavasser (chat), bonimenter (spiel)

words for trifles (trinkets and/or trivial matters): une babiole, une bagatelle, une breloque, une bricole, un brimborion, une broutille. i might also class et des bananes here

slang for head, face, and/or expression: une bille, une binette, une bobine, une bouille, une boule, une bourriche

slang for belly: un bidon, un bide, un buffet

slang for year: un balai (literally, broom), une berge (literally, riverbank). why? search me!!!

sudden exhaustion idioms: le coup de bambou (also means heatstroke), un coup de barre

verbs for animal noises: bêler, bourdonner, brailler, braire, bramer

i'm now about 50 pages into the Cs (i procrastinated this post lol) and there's a ton of slang for "head" starting with C as well. many of these are, like, names of fruits that are round, so pretty straightforward, but there's also carafe (carafe) and cafetière (coffeemaker). not really following the association there...but i digress.

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bas

battre

beau

bien

blanc

bon

bras

there are a lot of "bras" idioms ok!!

🤯 momence

une banane: obviously this means banana but i'm mainly interested in its "fanny pack" sense because when i was a child i had a fanny pack shaped like and decorated to resemble a banana...COINCIDENCE????

i haven't been writing all of these down but i like compounds like un bouche-trou (stand-in, stopgap; filler) and un brise-tout (butterfingers). see, french CAN make pithy little phrasal nouns without using de! just slap a verb conjugated in the third-person singular present indicative in front of a noun with a hyphen in the middle and voilà, new word. francophones idk what youre complaining about, this shits easy

french has you covered on slang for round or curved body parts with une boule (noggin; testicle) and un boule (ass; boob (in canada anyway)). no one tell fergie or she will find a way to make this about "my humps".

another situation where changing the gender gives you a different but related word: un brassière (bra) and une brassière (sports bra). this is fun for a holiday, but it's a good thing french doesn't make a habit of this or it would be so much harder to learn vocabulary!

favorite words to pronounce

baby-foot [babifut]

bombance [bɔ̃bɑ̃s]

bonbon [bɔ̃bɔ̃]

least favorite words to pronounce are badaud (because i always swap the vowels and say baudad instead) and bugle (i can do -gle at the end of a word but not right after a u for some reason) :(

favorite words period

un baby-foot: foosball table, foosball game. i have spoken previously about the spiritual experience of discovering that this word exists (see also french is a beautiful language and thank goodness the british are so boring). and it is the gift that keeps on giving because now whenever there's an awkward pause in a conversation i can just drop in this fun fact and immediately we're back in business. hey, don't cry. the french word for foosball table is baby-foot. ok?

une baguette: chopstick! of course baguette refers to basically anything baguette-shaped but i find this especially charming because in english baguette refers only to the bread, so it feels like they named chopsticks after iconic french bread rather than what's actually happened, which is that various baton-shaped things are all called "baton".

ça baigne ? / ça baigne ! and ça boume ? / ça boume !: like ça va but slangier! lord knows i'm always looking to slang up my small talk.

ça me barbe: one thing i am learning is that french has A LOT of ways to say that you are soooooo bored omg just dying of boredom. makes sense for a language in which the word for "boring" also means "annoying".

barder: to kick off, turn nasty, get heated, as in ça va barder ! (there'll be hell to pay / shit is gonna hit the fan!). so pithy.

bernique !: no way, not a chance! knowing that bernique as a noun means "limpet" only increases my enjoyment of this already great interjection.

chercher la petite bête: to nitpick. basically the same image as the english idiom but way cuter somehow.

bibi: yours truly. i need a francophone penpal stat so i can sign all my letters with this.

in english the same word means both "twice a month" and "every two months" which is just terrible design in my opinion. french has solved this problem with bimensuel(le) (twice a month) and bimestriel(le) (once every two months). now the only problem is i have no idea how i'm gonna remember which is which.

bœuf: fantastic, huge, great, impressive. reminds me of that verse in "foux du fafa" when bret is just saying the names of foods at the supermarket in french and goes "bœuuuuuf", which is arguably the best line of the entire song.

bon, je te laisse : well, i'd better get going / i'll leave you to it. finally, a way to say goodbye without sounding like a textbook from the 1950s!

c'est bonnet blanc et blanc bonnet: it's six of one, half a dozen of the other / tomayto, tomahto. i think what i like about this is both that it's a very handy phrase to know, but also from my perspective as a french learner it is not at all a given to me that "bonnet blanc" and "blanc bonnet" would be the same thing, because the position of adjectives in french does sometimes change the meaning! so it's also a lil ironic, which is fun and sexy imo.

bof: meh, nah. i say "meh" in english ALL the time, so this was a huge lacuna in my vocabulary. merci le robert de poche 😘

c'est le bouquet: that takes the cake / that's all i needed (ironic). always looking for ways to be sarcastic in my second language. i should probably get better at being sincere in french first before i start adding complications, but it's so hard to resist!

next up...81 pages of Cs!!! luckily i am already halfway through the C section or just seeing that number might be too intimidating. courage !

#it's too bad baby-foot came so early in the alphabet. french peaked too early. nothing else can come close #that said i am still learning lots of great words and improving my pronunciation <3 #i know it's not fair to compare other words to baby-foot. baby-foot has all the advantages. it jumped the line. born with silver spoon etc #anyway...#bon je te laisse !!!#french #fun with words #my posts #lecture du dico #cuts #links #linked to

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chiefatticcreator · 1 year

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*Jaime wake up in midnight and hard bugle in her panties as put it aside now see her cock is hard and pre-cum leaking out on her belly also urgent need to fuck someone fortunately found someone next a fellow Gardevoir is alseep*

The Gardevoir was sleeping completely nude, the exposed body freely aviable to Jaime.

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anony-mouse-writer · 2 years

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the first time it's a whistle

it comes to him from a distance, eerily clear between the mocking calls of his executioners and heated crackle of the flames. high and trembling, its nearly enough to distract him from the wet hollow dug into his chest, just below his collar. it whispers at the edge of his awareness, filling him with malicious glee as he draws back the bowstring.

it leaves as quickly as it came, the vicious flush of poetic retribution whisking it away before the aching cavity between his ribs has even settled properly.

the second time it comes to him as a scream

a piercing cry, it bites through armor and flesh, burying deep in his spine like sharpened iron. endless and shrill, it drowns out the world around him, shrieking high in his skull, overwhelming and inescapable. every heartbeat, it wails, pitching higher and more painful as he is denied blood again and again. the pitiful, whining assurances meant to soothe and the nervous chuckles of laughter bleed into the torrent to feed the screaming chorus.

it claws at the confines of his skull with every breath, a thousand thousand voices, raging, agonized, demanding. each shrill spurring him to new heights of bloodlust, seeping into his vision in flashes of violent, pulsing scarlet. his sleep is fitful and tense as he closes his eyes and listens to the screeching echoes crying for justice, death, blood, death bloodDEATHDEATH-

watching the flashing arc of feathers pierce the traitor’s neck barely serves to quell the screams; the distant whistle far, far from enough to satiate the maddening echo. it shrieks, incensed, at the theft of its rightful kill, demanding penance, blood, and death.

the echoing blast of death is almost a comfort, short and final as it is.

the third time he hears it, it changes

at first, it's like a song - a siren’s call. sweet and thick, a twisting miasma crooning promises as cloying as the smoke that chokes his lungs. and rising in harmony beside it, a symphony of discord echoing a heady psalm of vengeance.

but even as the tainted lament swells in his ears, muffling his thoughts and choking his reason, a different tune calls out; one no less insistent, but a welcome chill in the ashy haze. pure and sharp as a bugle, the new melody soothes against his aching lungs, offering a blessed relief from the horrid pollution of need that sings around him.

the cool refrain shivers along his bones, demanding a chaos he can cheerfully grant. it warbles brightly in time with his swings as he digs deep, and quivers low in his belly as he strains trembling hands out to press the shining tag into sculk-worn flesh.

there is no perfect justice, no poetic death to bring him his peace. but this time, as he drinks in the panicked cries beyond the new walls and hums in time with its gleeful tune, he feels satisfied.

an eager grin steals across his face as he surveys his work, breathless - not with smoke and trembling bloodlust, but anxious adrenaline and wild, thrilling laughter.

#tangotek #team rancher #3rd life #last life #double life smp #trafficblr #dlsmp #dlsmp 3 #mcyt #i was thinking about how tango's been betrayed to varying degrees each series #and how his rage seems more compelling than the bogey curse was for anyone #and then i had the thought for this #i have never had a piece i wanted to write so badly fight me as hard as this one did #i had to pull up a thesaurus cuz the only word i could think of for the 2nd part was shrieking lol #mouse's writing #op

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spoiltizzy · 10 months

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stede eating until his belly bursts out of a corset he's wearing :)

(This is basically a copy-paste of messages I sent someone on discord today, so that's what's up with the format. And also why it isn't spell-checked or anything.)

(Featuring: stuffing, hiccups, belly noises, a few burps, weight gain references and, of course, clothes ripping)

stede and ed squeezing into corsets before a party just to be able to squeeze their britches closed but the corsets are fraying and the stitches are popping and the fabric is stretching and breaking a little. they stuff themselves as much as they possibly can at the party and they can barely breathe or move but they somehow manage to make their way home. finally they strip down to their corsets, nearly splitting at the seams, ed unclips his and his belly surges forward, round and big, into the new space and he can finally breathe. he hiccups and now that he’s not being pressed in from all sides he could fit so much more, and just the thought makes him squirm and his mouth water. he wants to eat until he’s pinned on his back by his belly. he wants to shove food into his mouth with his hands and feel himself getting bigger and heavier with every greedy swallow as he gorges himself. he wants to watch stede do the same…. he wants them to get so fat…and stede looks at ed with a little smile, panting and leaning back a little. still hasn’t taken the corset off. he asks ed, all mock innocence, if he can have something to drink, something fizzy, and something to eat, something heavy and rich and filling. and ed’s sitting there craving it too and blushing.

ed gets them food and drink and starts stuffing his face but he looks up and stede must surely be so squished into that corset right now but he’s matching ed’s pace. ed watching stede take a particularly long drink of something fizzy, he can only imagine how full stede must feel, and the corset is tearing at the sides as stede shoves cake into his mouth with his hands and swallows it. some places the seams have split and stede’s fat is bulging out, but the corset is still on stede, clamped around his belly. stede finishes the drink and whimpers, the corset creaks and he’s panting, and he mutters that he’s still a bit hungry and he’s scraping the plate clean gathering up the last handful of cake and ed can hear a few more stitches popping, stares at the little tears in the seams with fat bulging desperately out of them. ed’s so captivated that he’s eating mindlessly, barely noticing how huge and full he’s starting to get. just more and more going into him, getting heavier and bigger. stede pants desperately and looks pained but so determined. he lifts the final handful of cake up to his mouth and pushes it all in, swallows. his stomach gurgles and he shifts a little bit in his place with a whimper. a few more stitches pop. he hiccups. the fabric is stretching and straining around him. he’s half laid back because he can’t sit up. he hiccups again and whimpers pathetically. his eyes lock onto ed and ed can suddenly feel how stuffed he is. “ed,” stede manages to gasp out, though it seems like a lot of effort. “more.”

and ed can get more for himself later, he’s practically drooling as he hands the rest of what he was eating to stede, straining and panting from having to lean forward to do it. he can get more later. he wants to see stede eat more now. ed knows what it feels like to chug something fizzy on a stuffed belly. feels like getting filled to the brim, stretched out beyond reason, made so big and round, but stede’s belly is contained. still, he watches stede take long big swallows one after the other of whatever fizzy thing they’re drinking. stede hiccups again and a few more stitches pop, more little bugles of fat out the sides.

stede shoves more of the cake they’d been sharing into his mouth, god he must have eaten more than half of the whole thing by now, after all that party food. he’s panting and gasping as he just swallows more and more, and he’s trying to lift another handful to his mouth, making a mess in in his gluttonous desperation. he looks particularly strained, face screwed up in a look that’s gotta be half ecstasy if it’s half pain.

tede seems stuck for a moment, he keeps lifting the handful to his mouth, panting, lowering it, repeating. ed for a moment is able to stand the pressure in his belly enough to lean forward, look stede in the eyes, and press stede’s hand full of cake right into stede’s mouth. they stare at each other and ed’s other hand trails down from the corner of stede’s greedy mouth, down his growing double chin, and settles over stede’s throat. just lightly, no pressure. “please,” ed says and it’s desperate, high pitch, whiny. “swallow it”. stede swallows, ed hears it, loud the way stede’s forcing it, and feels him swallow with the hand on stede’s throat, feels it all go down. stede’s belly gurgles again, and ed picks up the drink and holds it to stede’s lips, one hand still on stede’s throat feeling him swallow everything down into himself. stede’s belly is so full it groans with every single swallow now, and finally he tries to swallow again and ed feels him falter. sees him shake his head. ed pulls back. stede’s still trying to swallow but he’s so stuffed he can barely even physically do it, he doesn’t have the room. stede hiccups again and a few more stitches pop and his corset creaks again. each shallow breath is a whine, a whimper, a moan.

and stede again manages to pant out a “ed— i— fuuuck” and the last part is squeaked out. stede hiccups again. hic— and then, finally, there’s that noise, riiiiiip and the corset tears open by the seam on one side of the busk. that’s enough, the structure has been compromised in such a fundamental way it breaks full off of him, bursting open, and suddenly stede’s belly is so round and big and heavy it’s pressing into ed leaning over him.

stede’s so full ed could swear it’s still shifting forward, and he scrambles back to watch it, sure he’s not fucking crazy, like he could… he could swear it’s almost like he’s watching stede’s belly swell up up bigger.

until finally everything seems to settle, and stede leans back and gasps, and burps like ed’s never heard him burp before, and stede’s smiling and patting his middle fondly. fuck, he’s so big. he looks so big, massive, round, heavy, fat. ed’s so horny he wishes he didn’t need to go get more food to keep eating. being horny always makes his mouth water and his belly insatiable.

stede managing to reach around to either side of the torn corset and pull it around like he’s planning on doing it back up but the two sides wouldn’t have a hope of even meeting around his gut. it looks like it’s half the size it should be for him to even consider it fitting around his belly with so much in it. as stede moves, squirms, his belly moves in a certain way… stomach, firm and round inside him, one sort of… object in his middle, massive and tight and round. fat that’s soft, jiggling everywhere apart from where it’s stretched impossibly around his taut stomach. and his stretch marks are reddest there too.

stede hiccups again but he looks at ed very smugly like he knows ed’s being driven absolutely mad by this. and his belly bounces when he hiccups, again just… highlighting how stuffed his stomach is, the chin jiggling around his round taut upper belly, showing how full he is inside.

imagine how red the marks of the corset digging in would be. I nearly forgot to add that. thinking about them being even redder around his upper belly where he’s so full. thinking about the way the marks would be wider than the seams and and boning that left them because his big belly finally got to stretch out when he busted out of that tiny little corset.

and then he opens his mouth. and he looks at ed and blinks all cutely. and goes “well, now that that pesky thing’s off i can breathe again.” and he burps and pretends to muffle it with a fist in front of his mouth but doesn’t really. Smirks at ed squirming about it. and then he’s like “can’t have that, can we? shall we order a pizza?” and ed’s like . he wants more?!

(more... after all of that he wants to pack his gut with even more fattening food. it's like he wants to explode out of all of his clothes, the sooner the better.)

i like this as an ending but i’m still gonna fantasise about ed finally getting his hands on enough food to satiate his horny-fuelled appetite and stede packing even more into his belly until he’s so round he can’t sit up and he’s pinned on his back by his bulging gut. thinking gay thoughts about his belly engorged beyond reason by his own impossibly endless gluttony <3. also thinking about how fat stede’s gonna get eating like that and how horny that’s gonna make ed and how fat ed’s gonna get because of that. so, there’s plenty of opportunities to continue the story >:)

#vin's belly writing

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